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konigbabe · 2 years

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feast of pleasure

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x König x Keegan P. Russ x fem!reader

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: smut; p-in-v sex; anal sex; unprotected sex; foursome - f/m/m/m; fingering; oral - f & m; strong language; dirty talk; gendered reader; gendered terminology

Summary: A simple game; a friendly atmosphere; until one of the masked men asked, "would you rather kiss him or me?"; now spread wide for all three of them, nothing to hide as you submitted to the pleasure they were willing to give.

A/N: Shoutout to @ave661 for making this art. Divider by @firefly-graphics [source]

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Your body was an invitation, a tantalizing feast of pleasure, just waiting to be savored; skin like silk, invitingly soft, begging to be touched. Caressed. Worshipped. You were theirs to explore and enjoy; to be taken and owned, an object of their pleasure and desires.

Ghost's lips brushed your neck, bruised from Keegan’s possessive assault as he marked you everywhere he could reach, the imprints of his teeth slightly visible. An almost animalistic grunt left his clenched teeth as he took notice.

No one actually knew how you ended up in such a situation. At first, such an idea would go completely over your head, laughing it off; which you did in the beginning, just a silly fantasy, something out of reach for you. The enigma of the masks, the unyielding thoughts swirling inside your brain as you watched them in action, bodies working on autopilot. Movements swift and merciless.

Desperately trying to hold onto your sanity, brain slowly turning to mush as you ground into Keegan’s hips, feeling his hardness over your clothed core. A satisfied grunt left his kiss-bruised lips; hands caressing the exposed flesh of your thighs, fingers dancing deliberately over the hem of your underwear as he watched. Eyes fixated on your face, looking as your lips wrapped around the spongy head of König’s cock, sucking the tip in with hollowed cheeks. Hand wrapped around his girth, pumping the remaining length while the other hand worked on Simon, who was standing opposite König, head thrown back, eyes closed in a blissful pleasure as your fingers danced along his cock. Thumb swiping over the head occasionally, spreading more precum over his foreskin.

Keegan’s tongue was leaving wet patches on your neck, blowing a cold breeze on the heating skin as his hands led you through the motions, his fingers on the small of your back prompting you to grind on him harder.

"Dammit, kitten," his voice was rough around the edges, just like him, "can feel you soaking me."

No one questioned the situation no more; the last one to give in was König, uncertain of the idea the longest.

It all began innocently enough, with every one of you gathered to enjoy a celebratory drink after a successful raid. To liven up the night, someone suggested playing a game of "Would You Rather?". After a few rounds of drinks, the sensation of the alcohol coursing through your veins was palpable; it was Keegan who shifted the atmosphere, going from a simple question to "Would you rather kiss me or Ghost?".

The air became still, tense as you stared at him; the dark pupils spreading over the blue ocean of his eyes, darkening them. König shifted in his seat, gaze watching the amber-colored drink swirl in his glass. Both ghosts, however, stared at you in unison; Keegan curious, Simon daring.

A giggle of nervousness escaped your lips; deep breath in, you felt suffocated for a moment, eyes fixated on the man in front of you; König's eyes glancing towards you, his countenance bowed, creasing his brow in a myriad of wrinkles, his face unreadable.

"All."

Keegan grinned at you, mischief glinting in his eyes as he shot a look at Simon and then König. A silent agreement was made at that moment; something new was about to arise. That was when you found out that your dream, the fantasy, was nowhere near reality. Their kisses; the way they worshipped you; it was all so different, it made your head spiral.

Keegan kissed like a man starved; lips branding yours with passionate fervor, tongue swirling with skillful expertise, exploring the depths of your mouth with each teasing stroke. Hands grasping your throat, the guttural groans shooting straight to your core, heart racing. His presence intoxicating, tongue driving you into complete submission. Hands angling your face to his own desire, thumb caressing the front of your throat; the gentle touch absolute contrast to the rough bites bruising your lips. His touch was raw. Primal. Promising. Keegan shifted you into a pliant state, his touch commanding, handling you in any way he desired, assuring you that in his hands, all your worries would melt away.

Ghost, Simon was a guide; hands grasping your thighs, hips, caressing your curves as his lips moved along yours. Sucking your tongue, a promise of what was about to happen if you let him in; tongue dancing along your lower lip, bruised and abused after Keegan’s hungry assault. Simon soothed the pain, becoming a beacon of comfort and security. A watcher. Observer. He was in control, his moves calculated and sure, yet utterly passionate.

König; sweet and caring. A benign touch of aftercare after the ghosts had their turns. His size betrayed him; a gentle giant. His lips were soft and tasted like honey. Hands caressing your face, thumb swiping over your heated cheeks as his tongue tangled with yours in a passionate dance of devotion. Hesitant to give in at first, even with your eyes begging and Keegan’s encouraging words; "C’mon mate, nothing to be shy about, we’re all friends here, right?" and Simon’s affirmative nod as his hand stayed on your leg, thumb brushing the inside of your thigh.

The ghosts watched in inquisitiveness, wondering if the silent observer would become a willing participant in their little game. Looking into König’s eyes, a wave of sympathy swept over you. Features relaxing as you reached across the small table, hips digging into the edge, you had to almost bend over it to reach his face. Simon’s hand moved to the back of your thigh, his touch never leaving as your eyes scanned König’s face, noticing the pinkish tint on his cheeks, the alcohol rushing through his veins.

"It’s just us," you whispered, feeling his breath fan over your wet lips, "nothing to be ashamed of."

His touch was electrifying, hand bringing your face into his by the back of your neck, fingers digging into your scalp as König enveloped you in his presence. A moan escaped your occupied lips as Simon’s fingertips brushed over the apex of your thighs before dancing over your clothed center; hips bucking into his hand involuntarily.

"You want us, pet?" he asked, tone lazy. A shiver ran down your spine as you felt König’s hands on your face, lips smashed against yours.

A hum of appreciation rumbled deep inside your throat. A hot jolt of energy spread inside your tummy as a hand stroked the exposed skin of the small of your back. Lips brushed against your ear before someone swiped their tongue on the skin behind it; Keegan’s words echoed in your head like a soft lullaby, sending you into a state of pure bliss, "we need words, kitten."

Your heart fluttered, air leaving your lungs as you exhaled in contentment, breaking from König’s kiss. Gazing deeply into Keegan's eyes, you could feel the desire radiating from his soul; his eyes were like a spell, holding you in place and igniting a flame of longing in your core.

"I want you all, all at once, Keegan," you murmured. König’s hand tightened in your hair, the pull straining your scalp as a strong urge to move closer to Keegan overtook your body; drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"Then get on that table," it felt like it was just the two of you for a moment; your surroundings faded away as König's hand caressed your hair and Simon's fingertips caressed the apex of your thighs.

Eyes never leaving Keegan’s, body on autopilot, you followed his order. The coolness of the wood against the heated skin of your back, shirt discarded in the process. Simon stood up, gripping your ankle firmly while all three of them looked at your exposed body, eyes traveling over the soft curves, searing you in your place. The chill air gradually grew hotter, completely engulfing your skin in its warmth.

Legs spread on each side of Simon, he took off your shoes and socks, fingertips circling around your ankles as you looked up at König, who was now standing to his full height. Extending one arm toward him, a soft "come here" left your lips in a murmur, a grin on your swollen lips. He stayed still for a moment, the image of you, spread wide on the table, engraving in his memory to be remembered in the future.

Eventually, he crouched down; hand on the table as his lips connected with yours once again, a satisfied whimper sounded from your lips.

Your senses reeling, the warmth of multiple hands on your skin sent jolts of electricity down your spine, quickly igniting a wildfire of desire within you. You heard Keegan talk, sweet words of admiration, but it was Simon's low and rasped tone that lingered in your ears after he had spoken; too indulged in the depths of satisfaction König’s lips had brought you, you didn't care enough to listen. Completely lost in the bliss, your mind on cloud nine, the intensity of the sensations coursing through you increasing with every touch, every caress, every whisper.

A hand sneaked on your hip, giving it a squeeze; an order your body understood. Arching your back off the table, someone’s fingertips traced the clasp of your bra before getting rid of it. One swift movement; practiced, skilled. A mouth on the soft tissue of your breast, another hand kneading the other one, wet lips enveloping your nipple, a tongue swiping over the pulsing bundle of nerves, thumb circling the other one.

Moaning into König’s mouth, his tongue swiped over yours, the rich taste of alcohol mingling with the sweet taste of your saliva. Breaths ragged. Another pair of hands undid your belt, sending a thrill down your spine. Simon’s voice felt distant, yet his breath fanned over your belly button as he spoke in a sultry tone, "lift your hips for me, pet."

You complied, of course. Nothing but respect for your lieutenant. One powerful tug and your legs were freed from the restraints of your pants. Kisses lingered on your calves, the men absolutely stunned by the beauty beneath them. Simon’s tongue swiped over your skin, teeth sinking into your legs; aggressive, primal, possessive. The after kisses gentle, soothing the pain away as you writhed underneath them.

It was Keegan who pulled away first, admiring the irritated flesh of your breasts before his palm laid flat against your soaked center, a guttural grunt accompanied by his lips on your ribs vibrating through your entire being. Hips grounding into his hand, he added pressure onto your aching nub.

The few words exchanged between the men were almost drowned out by your own heavy breathing as you shamelessly moved your hips, chasing the sensation of pressure that lingered between your legs. König's lips were still locked with yours, his hands nowhere to be found as you both embraced in a passionate kiss.

The air was saturated with the musky smell of arousal and sexuality, sending a shiver of delight through your body. As your mouths parted, you could see König's hand wrapped firmly around himself, feeling all the air punched out of your lungs.

Keegan’s touch was electric. You wanted more; a craving that only intensified as you continued to grind against his palm, pushing against his body as your eagerness grew with every second.

That was when you noticed; Simon disappeared. The ghost nowhere to be found, your eyes scanned the empty room before meeting with Keegan.

"Looking for lube," he explained, a sly smile on his face as he sneaked one hand behind your neck, fingers digging into your scalp, "we’re gonna need it."

"Okay," you swallowed, a knot tightening inside your throat as you realized; this was really happening. König’s grunts clouded your mind, Keegan’s eyes staring into your soul.

Bracing yourself on your hands, your lips chased Keegan’s, legs swung to close him in. Reaching your hand to your side, your fingertips traced König’s arm, feeling the hard muscle flexing as he palmed himself in a slow, almost punishing rate.

Keegan explored your body, lips an inch from yours but never touching. Teasing. As you moved forward, he pulled back, stopping all movement. A game of cat and mouse.

"Keegan," you mumbled, lips brushing his. From the side of your view, you saw König; standing tall, cock hard and glistening with precum. Swirling your tongue over Keegan’s lips, his eyes dark and smoldering with passion, the silvery blue of them completely overtaken by the deep, unbridled desire that was radiating from him. A playful sparkle shone in his eyes, though, teasing and inviting you to explore the depths of his craving. His lips were soft and inviting, urging you to continue to tantalize his senses with your passionate embrace.

A cunning grin formed on your face, biting your lips, you wrapped your ankles around his shoulders, his hands closing over your thighs. Reaching to your side, your hand enveloped König, stopping his movement as you licked your lips.

Feeling Keegan's stare, quickly looking up at König, you noticed the passionate craving in his eyes.

A kiss on his head, the sweetness of the precum coating your lips; salty, briny, brackish. A moan left you as your lips wrapped around the tip.

The moment didn’t last long; Keegan’s hands gripped your hips, tugging you forward until the edge of the table scraped your naked back as you slid off. Releasing König’s cock with a whimper, you landed on Keegan’s lap. He was already hard, a groan escaping his parted lips as you ground into him.

"Where the fuck is Simon," you mumbled, hand wrapping around König’s cock as Keegan’s lips searched yours, mingling the taste of you and König with his own. His kiss made your skin burn and your heart race as you felt a wave of desire wash over you; you wanted them all and you wanted them now.

As if being summoned, Simon’s dark and looming figure appeared by your side, handing Keegan a bottle of petroleum jelly.

Your eyes locked with his, heart fluttering as a smudge of darkness framed the mesmerizing, teal blue of his eyes. Simon’s gaze was intense yet reassuring, and you felt a deep, primal need course through you.

Fingers locking on his belt, you tugged; the signal not going unnoticed. Hips circling on top of Keegan, his hands caressed your thighs as you waited; waited for Simon to finally free himself, cock hardening as your fingers wrapped around his girth.

He couldn’t compare to König in length; but who could? Simon was more on the thicker side, your fingers too short to wrap fully around him.

Keegan's lips pressed hungrily against the front of your throat, a breathy moan escaping from your kiss-swollen lips as your hands worked on the men next to you.

Turning to König, you took him in your mouth while swiping your thumb over Simon’s tip, the droplet of precum not enough to lubricate; so you switched, the rich taste of König soon mixing with Simon’s as you sucked his tip in, tongue flat against his underside.

König’s broken English mixed with German as you pumped him, slow and tantalizing, prolonging the pleasure.

"Bloody hell, pet," Simon exhaled, hand on top of your head as he guided your face on his cock. Taking as much as you could, you felt the spongy head hit the back of your throat, closing in on him; feeling him shudder shot fire to your cunt, pulsating for attention as you felt the sense of power over the man, known for his scary, distant demeanor; now completely under the spell of your mouth, the most vulnerable he might ever be.

Mouth back to König, you took as much in as your mouth allowed; which wasn’t a lot but enough to satisfy. Grinding your hips into Keegan, his teeth sank into the skin on top of your breast as his hand laid flat on your tummy before creeping downwards in an entrancing manner.

Hand sneaking inside your underwear, a moan vibrated in your throat, stuffed full of König as Keegan’s finger collected your wetness, spreading it over your aching clit.

"Damn, kitten," he mumbled, sucking on your nipple in the process, "you’re already soaking and we haven’t even started yet."

A delightful feeling spread in your abdomen as Keegan’s fingers spread your lips, teasing your entrance.

Pulling back, you shot him a pleading look, "please."

"What?" he raised his eyebrows, that same sparkle in his eyes as before, "you want my fingers?"

You nodded. Mind hazy. Completely wiped off of any rational thinking as all you could feel were the hands on you, Simon’s grip in your hair slowly guiding you back to him.

Moans of pleasure mixed with grunts of delight, everything felt like a wildfire as Keegan’s fingers explored every inch of your innermost depths, his nails delicately scraping against your quivering walls, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through your body like a wave of molten honey.

Your heart raced as Keegan's touch became increasingly more passionate, the sensation of his fingertips teasing and tantalizing you to unimaginable heights of pleasure.

"Fuck yourself, kitten," Keegan’s voice was rough, teeth scraping along your shoulder as he stilled all the movement. Legs bracing on either side of him, you lift yourself up until only the fingertips remained inside; slowly descending back down.

Simon’s grunts turned into groans, a moan escaping his lips once in a while; the sound making you go absolutely feral.

"Fuck, guys," Keegan chuckles as he watched you fuck yourself with his fingers, "she’s dripping, might not even need that lube."

Heat spread in your face as you listened to Simon’s rugged sounds, his head pulsating inside your throat as his fingers tighten in your hair.

"I’m gonna cum," he thrust forward; a gentle, calculated move, "gonna fill that mouth of yours."

Clenching around Keegan’s fingers, curses left his mouth; thumb on your clit, hand on your thigh, an encouraging squeeze here and there.

And then, for the first time, you felt the electrifying sensation of witnessing Simon, the mysterious and alluring Ghost, unraveling in pleasure; his brows intensely furrowed, a delicate layer of sweat glistening on his temples, his lips parted in a blissful moan as he spilled deep inside your mouth, coating your tongue in his bitter release.

Pulling away, you swiped your tongue over his slit, collecting the remains of his cum on the tip of your tongue. Drowning in your own pleasure, swallowing what Simon gave you, you looked at Keegan; eyes wide, hungry as he met your thrusts, feeling your walls clenching around his fingers. Gasping, nearing your own climax, he added another finger, curling them inside to find that sweet spot; to get you to scream for him.

Tightening your grip around König, increasing the speed of your hand, a strangled moan escaped your open, bruised lips. The heat inside your tummy overwhelming as you felt the sensation of pleasure grow. Keegan’s thumb on your clit moved faster, lips circling your nipple as you moaned, the wetness between your legs a delicious sensation.

Hips bucking; Keegan’s fingers continued pumping through your climax, sending surging sensations of pleasure that seemed to last forever.

"Get her on the table," Simon ordered. Withdrawing his fingers from you, Keegan’s arms wrapped around your back; you could feel the wetness on his fingers coat your side as he lifted you up.

Legs tangling in the air, bathing in the blissful ecstasy, he laid you back on the table, discarding the last vestiges of clothing. Your body exposed, vulnerable to his touch, you felt a rush of arousal as he trailed his fingertips over your curves, exploring every inch of you with an intensity that left you breathless.

Looking at König, you whispered a desperate, breathy plea, "Please, König, I need you to fuck me."

You could swear that you saw his cock twitch at your words. His face flushed with desire; he nodded.

"She’ll need more prep for you, my man," Keegan said to König as you reached for the giant, seeing Simon in the corner of your eyes; standing near, arms crossed over his naked chest. He was watching the scene before him; observing. His eyes a calming haven to the storm happening. A guardian; you’d say.

"Condoms?" Keegan took you from your trance, hand palming his own cock as he waited for your answer; shaking your head, whispering a simple "implant", he nodded. Hands running down your hips, he turned you around, tugging you backward until your ass hang in the air.

Face forward, you latched your mouth back on König. Keegan's hand glided along the contours of your back, sliding over the flesh of your asscheeks.

Spreading you apart for him, the hot breath of his desire fanned over your dripping center as he flicked his tongue inside you, the sensation causing you to arch your back and cry out in pleasure, a hum vibrating in his throat.

"Tastes like goddamn heaven," he kissed your opening, standing up. Guiding the tip of his hard, velvety cock to your trembling entrance, tasting your sweet release, he eased into you, filling you with aching pleasure. Inch by inch, he split you apart and built you back together, stoking the flames of desire within you.

His hands moved with a delicate touch all over your body, making their way to your hips, grasping them tightly as he pushed himself further into you. You felt an overwhelming pleasure as your body was slowly filled with his raging desire. His hips pushed against yours as he went deeper, allowing your gummy walls to wrap around him as he moved.

The moment he was fully seated inside, he stilled; relishing in the feeling of being absolutely full, you took as much of König as you possibly could inside your mouth, tasting the sweet, salty skin. His body gently rocked against your face, each thrust sending a thrill of arousal to where Keegan was seated.

Keegan’s thrusts were deliberate and provoking, each one sending an explosive wave of pleasure that made your body quiver with delight; hands moved along your curves, igniting an inferno of passion that threatened to consume you.

König’s groans grew louder as you hollowed your cheeks, tongue laying flat over his slit for a moment.

The room was soon filled with the sound of your moans and your wetness as Keegan rolled his hips against your ass, filling you up with every inch of his cock. Every time he pulled away, your body yearned for him, your muscles contracting around him.

"Gonna fuck that ass of yours, kitten," Keegan groaned between the tantalizing thrusts, "s’that okay?"

Moaning around König’s cock, you already knew the drill. Letting him slip from your warm mouth, you allowed Keegan to do what he wanted with your body.

Pulling away completely, he swiped his fingers over your mixed juices before plunging back inside; spreading your own juices over the tight ring of muscles, he eased the tip of his finger in.

"Fuckin’ hell," a deep, filthy grunt escaped Keegan’s lips as he watched you eagerly suck it in.

Simon’s eyes burned holes into Keegan as he observed his preparations. All while watching your mouth getting stuffed, silently admiring König for his stamina, being able to hold on for that long, knowing well how good your mouth feels, what that sharp tongue of yours can do.

Keegan worked on you, relaxing the muscles enough to allow him to get his whole finger in, coated in your juices, having to mix it with the jelly Simon brought earlier to make it as comfortable as he could for you; two fingers, scissoring you open for his cock to sank in. Soon.

Simon walked over to the table you were displayed on, rough hand running along the curve of your spine as you felt Keegan’s tip probe your ass.

"Ready?" he asked. König stepped back for a moment, letting you take a deep breath as Simon’s hand sneaked in your hair, tucking a few stray, sweat-drenched strands behind your ear as you let yourself be drowned in his eyes.

König’s reassuring words filled your ears, Simon’s stare holding you hostage as you gasped, feeling a sting of pain shoot up your body, chest pushing into the table as your legs involuntary flexed, feet pushing upwards to stand on tiptoes as if your body was trying to run away.

"Careful there, man," Simon said, your eyes squeezed shut, lip sucked in.

"S’alright," you reassured the men around you. Keegan paused for a slight moment, hand sneaking around you to rest on your clit, fingers toying with the pulsating numb of nerves as he sunk the tip in, feeling the delightful squeeze of your insides.

A moan escaped your lips, legs falling open wider as Keegan split you open. His grunts reverberated through you, powerful, rasping growls that sent a wave of desire spiraling through your body until you were burning up with need. His groans seemed to penetrate your core, setting it alight until you were trembling with pleasure.

The moment you felt his hips brush against your asscheeks, you knew; he was fully inside. The feeling foreign yet so intensely erotic. Feeling every inch of him where no one else had ever been.

Your mind went absolutely numb with pleasure. You could barely process the conversation between Keegan and the other men, the words fading away as you bathed in the slow, sensuous motions that he was making. His movements were expertly precise, coaxing out every ounce of pleasure from your body as he moved.

Stopping for a moment, Simon's fingertips roamed over your face before you were lifted up, Keegan still seated fully inside you. Sitting down, you felt him sink in deeper than before.

Resting your head on his shoulder, Keegan’s lips brushed over your ear, his legs spreading yours wide apart. Glistening cunt on display, you watched as König moved in front of you, squeezing his cock in his hand, eyes watching your juices drip onto Keegan’s hips.

König guided his throbbing, engorged cock to your entrance, hands resting possessively on your quivering thighs, squeezing them tight and pushing them apart as he sank himself deep into your welcoming walls. His spongy, swollen tip caressed the top of your cervix, eliciting a trembling moan of pleasure from your lips. Both men stayed still inside you, savoring the moment.

The intense heat of their bodies pressed against yours as the sensation of being so full intensified. One hand sneaking into König’s hair, you pulled the man closer, lips crashing against his, a plea to move escaping your mouth between the kisses.

Keegan's hands were firm on your hips as he began to thrust, slowly lifting you up with each motion before delicately letting you sink back onto his lap. Soon enough, both men found a satisfying rhythm, setting your body on fire, skin tingling with pleasure.

König's body took possession of you, his desire and heat radiating off of him and engulfing you. Eyes opened, you sought the last man available; Simon was standing in your arm’s reach, hand wrapped around his already hard, aching cock, his gaze piercing and unyielding as he looked at you.

You were entranced by the sight of him, feeling his need and hunger for you, unable to resist his allure. Arm reaching for him, he took a step forward, then another, until he was standing next to you, cock alert and right in front of your face.

Licking your lips, you wrapped your hand around the base before your mouth closed around the tip. Sliding your tongue around him, tasting him, you savored the sensation of his velvety smoothness, your eagerness to please him palpable.

Keegan's hand slowly, teasingly caressed your aching nub, coaxing forth an immense wave of pleasure that washed through your entire body. His words of encouragement, laced with König's melodic German, and Simon's shameless gasps of delight added to the intensity of the moment, and you found yourself consumed by the heat of their bodies, the tight embrace of being sandwiched between them. Every movement, every touch, added to the ever-growing pleasure that was coursing through your veins. You felt like you could burst with the intensity of the sensations, and you never wanted it to end.

"Ich kom-gonna cum inside," König grunted, hips buckling into yours.

Everything felt so unbelievably, mind-meltingly good. You moaned around Simon’s cock as the molten pleasure in your belly grew stronger, your body trembling and tingling with the intensity of it all.

Keegan stilled the moment you opened your mouth, Simon sliding out of you as the filthiest moan left your lips, head thrown back; the feeling of König’s load coating your insides awakening your nerves, setting them on fire as he fucked you through the orgasm.

"Shit," Keegan chuckled, "did you just-"

"I think so," Simon agreed, eyes following the glistening bead of sweat trailing down your temple as your whole body quivered, legs trembling; your pliant form completely devoured by the searing pleasure.

A whimper left your lips as König pulled out, leaving you painfully empty. One last kiss, a thank you, before he retreated to the side, leaving you sitting on Keegan’s lap, his cock still deep inside your ass.

You heard Simon talk, another incoherent order being given out. Watching as he laid down, Keegan guided your hips up. Legs unable to cooperate, the man was forced to basically carry you onto Simon’s lap.

Simon’s cock slipped inside you with ease, König’s and Keegan’s remains mixing with his as all three men felt the sensation of your gummy walls tonight, the tight squeeze you were willing to give, the snug feeling of your heat.

Kneeling behind you, Keegan stared in awe at your body, spread out before him, cunt already taken over by Simon; his thrusts deliberate. Measured. Deep. The tip of his cock kissing your walls with each thrust. The delicious sight of him pleasuring you almost brought Keegan to the brink of ecstasy just by watching.

Using another spoonful of jelly, he coated his cock in it before easing back inside. Keegan felt a thrill of pleasure at the sensation of your tight walls gripping him and the sensation of being so intimately connected to you. His pleasure only increased as Simon's hands guided your movements, the speed willfully increasing.

The rhythm of their combined thrusts grew stronger and faster as Simon felt your walls quiver around him, your moans of pleasure echoing through the heated room. His breathing quickened as Keegan rode the wave of pleasure that was building inside him, the pungent smell of sex so ever-present. He felt a wave of bliss wash over him as he moved closer to climax, Simon's groans of pleasure matching your own.

"Fuck, kitten," Keegan struggled to speak, mind spiraling with pleasure as his lips pressed against the skin between your shoulder blades, "gonna fill you up so good."

With one final thrust, he shuddered, hands squeezing your hips as he tugged you back into his hips, seating himself as deep as he could possibly go. A strangled moan left your lips, eyes locked with Simon’s as the man beneath you stilled, letting Keegan ride his high, use your body to the fullest before he got to his own climax.

Sitting back, Keegan couldn’t help but stare; the sight explicit. Filthy. Watching as his own cum leaked out of your ass and dripped onto Simon’s own cock before the ghost slammed himself fully back in. Simon’s hand sneaked at the back of your neck, bringing your face to his in a teeth-clashing kiss.

Rutting up inside your used and abused body, you let him absolutely ravage you; your body becoming nothing more than a ragdoll, overtaken by a wave of sweet and erotic bliss. His thrusts passionate as he claimed your body with every stroke as if it were his own.

His name left your lips like a prayer, arms too weak to hold yourself up as he drove you to another climax. His lips were hot against your skin, sending a wave of sparks through your veins as you moved closer to the sweet release. You felt the wave rise higher with no indication of stopping, until ultimately, a wave of contentment and delight enveloped you, a feeling of euphoria washing over your entire being.

"That’s it, kitten," his lips brushed your neck, bruised from Keegan’s possessive assault as he marked you everywhere he could reach, the imprints of his teeth slightly visible. An almost animalistic grunt left Simon’s clenched teeth as he took notice.

His thrusts became heavier, hitting the deepest corners of your gummy walls as he felt himself nearing climax. His lips pressed against yours again; his hot breath on your skin, hands tangled in your hair as he moved faster.

He moaned in pleasure as he thrust harder, feeling your body shiver as you laid on him, chest pressed against his. He moved his hands down to the apex of your thighs, pushing himself deeper into you. Simon’s thrusts were relentless as if he wanted to merge himself completely with you. You felt your body heat up as his intensity increased, crying out in pleasure.

"Think you can take me?" he groaned. A moan left your lips as you nodded into the crook of his neck. You felt him tense up as his thrusts became more powerful, and he let out a deep moan as he released himself into you. His body shuddered with pleasure as his thrusts became increasingly wild as if he was trying to get as deep as possible.

You felt your body trembling, breathing becoming more ragged as his thrusts become sloppier. Shamelessly using the heat of your walls, the tight squeeze of your insides to ride his own high.

"Don’t forget the lady, Lt.," Keegan cheered from somewhere in the room, König’s chuckle following suit; too tired to look around to see where the men retrieved too. Simon’s fingertips danced on your tummy, sliding down before you rolled away from him, a whimper leaving your lips as his softening cock slipped out of your sensitive walls.

"S’okay," you mumbled, fingers grasping his hand to stop him, "I’m good."

"You sure?" he asked, eyes searching your face for confirmation to which you nodded. Closing your eyes, you relished in the feeling of his cum dripping out, already knowing that you were making a mess on the filthy floor of the room.

Simon sat up, hand on your ribs, eyes scanning your body for any signs of discomfort before he turned his head to the side.

"Keegan, bring me a warm towel," his voice was rough around the edges, "König, a glass of water."

His hand swept away the hair sticking to your face, fingertips dancing along your hairline, "you did good, pet."

A contented smile spread on your face at his words, feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks; supporting your back, he help you sit up next to him as both of you waited for the guys to bring what was needed.

"Could do it again, sometimes," you said, head resting on his shoulder as his arm enveloped your upper back, supporting your weight.

"Think you could take it?"

"I think we both know the truth about that."

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 months

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He's My Man (Part 4)

Summary: The reader and Russell's flirting finally boils over as they come to a decision about what path they want to go down together. But their happy bubble is about to burst...

Masterlist

Pairing: Russell Shaw x reader

Word Count: 3,900ish

Warnings: language, gun shot injury mention, angst, fluff, smut, stalker

A/N: Ahhh! 👀

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Russell Shaw growling against the column of your throat was enough to make anyone spread their legs in your defense. You didn’t mean for things to get so heated so fast. You were only supposed to do this if you were the real deal, right?

Well, that thought went out the window when Russell dropped to his knees and unceremoniously yanked your pants and underwear clean off. Large hands splayed on your thighs, Russell smirking up through his lashes at you.

“Y-You just going to kneel there all pretty or what?” you asked, voice more than a few octaves higher than normal.

“Oh, I can do a lot on my knees,” he teased. He slid his hands under your thighs, slipping around the tops of them. His fingertips dug into the flesh harshly and then he was pulling you forward so fast you nearly fell off the top of the counter. You heart nearly lept from your chest when he buried his head between your legs, an ungodly yelping sound escaping your lips.

You could fucking feel him wearing that damn smirk as he devoured you.

“Russ,” you breathed out, hands shooting to his hair, his tongue toying with your clit in wonderfully torturous circles. He encouraged you, gripping your legs harder, bring you closer, practically suffocating him.

A deep coil of pressure was building in your core, Russell leaving your clit for only the briefest moment to taste between your folds.

“Fucking f-fuck, Shaw. D-don’t tease,” you shuddered when his tongue returned to your clit, more pressure behind it. You could feel yourself building faster, skin flush. You tugged on his strands, Russell groaning against you. The sound made your toes curl and you did it again, Russell tightening his hold on you. Your skin would be littered with his touch for days and god, that made you want it all the more.

He zeroed in your clit with a ferocity that had you on the edge of orgasm, the sharp peak of pleasure right there. You felt that smirk again and with a singular flick of his tongue, you were coming. Hard. And he didn’t fucking stop. Your orgasm went on and on and on, your legs squeezing him, determined to rip every ounce of pleasure this man could deliver out.

But Russell still didn’t stop torturing you. He just kept going, tongue swiping circles over your sensitive clit until your felt a fast build and were exploding again, your jaw dropping in a silent scream. You were shaking when he licked a final line through your folds, skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. Russell easily pulled your legs away from him so he could sit back on his heels, staring up at you as he licked his lips.

He smirked when he rose, watching your chest rise and fall quickly. He leaned in close and held up your soaked lilac underwear, dangling it off one finger.

“How’s my queen of darkness doing?” Your heart was still hammering in your chest, Russell smiling as usual when he brushed his lips to your ear. “You think you’re speechless now? Just wait until I get a chance properly worship you.”

“Jesus fuck, Russell.” You stared up at him with big, satisfied, scared as hell eyes. But Russell was more than pleased with that reaction it seemed since he landed a sweetly possessive kiss against your lips. He grasped your chin with his thumb, turning you into it before letting you have a fleeting taste of control. He pulled back and winked, gently setting the underwear in your lap.

“I’m going to buy you that matching bra. Lilac is so your color,” he grinned, licking his lips as he looked down to where you were exposed to the room, slowly dragging his eyes back up. He whistles as he went over to the fridge and took out a bag of tomatoes. “I’m going to get started on the soup.”

“T-The soup?” you asked, shakily planting your feet on the ground, one hand on the counter, the other gripping the underwear.

“I was going to make you grilled cheese, remember? Tomato soup is a given. Always better from scratch.” You blinked slowly, Russell chuckling and ruffling your hair. “Why don’t you go take care of yourself and I’ll be here when you’re all done. Alright?”

“You don’t want me to…” you glanced down at the tent in his sweats, Russell frowning.

“This ain’t a quid pro quo household. We have all the time in the world for that and right now, all I want to do is continue making this the best damn lunch of your life.” He slipped past and turned on a small radio on the counter, taking his phone out and tapping a few times before Taylor Swift started playing through the speakers. You spun around, Russell staring back. “Yes?”

“Nothing. I’ll be back.” You scurried out of the kitchen, shaking your head as Russell turned the volume up. With one last glance over your shoulder, you watched him bopping along, back to you as he started to dice up the tomatoes.

Who the fuck was this guy?

Ten minutes later, you were exiting the shower after rinsing the sweat off your skin. You stood wrapped in a bath sheet in Russell’s master suite, finding a door to a walk in closet after a moment. You’d grabbed a new pair of underwear before washing up, this one a deep green that matched Russell’s eyes. But you needed some new clothes and, well, you were pretty sure he wouldn’t mind.

It was easy enough to find some joggers on a shelf cubby but Russell had an obnoxious amount of shirts for a guy. Dress shirts. Flannels. Henleys. Sweaters. Yeah, Russell was a fucking cable knit sweater guy and you were really struggling with why the hell he was single at this point.

But in his band shirts, specifically the tour ones because this man’s organizational skills rivaled Martha Stewart, you found one that made you grin.

You threw it on, sans bra, and exited back to the kitchen. Russell was working over a pot on the stove, stirring something delicious smelling with a wooden spoon. Unfortunately, he wasn’t shirtless or wearing that zip up anymore.

But the tight white t shirt made his shoulders and biceps look massive. Yeah, you were okay with this look.

“Is there anything you can’t do?” you teased, walking around the island and joining him at his side. You hummed your approval at the creamy looking soup that was simmering.

“Ah, ah,” he said, pushing on your forehead with a single finger, his concentration on the soup as he stirred it. “Don’t bribe me with compliments. I thought I told you to relax.”

“Yes, sir,” you said, patting his ass as you went past. Russell stifled a groan as you sat at one of the stools at the island, criss crossing your legs. “You like that, Russ? When I do what you say? Sir?”

“Sir’s going to spank your ass later for that.” You laughed lightly, Russell debating something it seemed before he added more salt and then nodded. He gave it one last stir and then put the spoon down, turning to you with a smile. “You into that kind of thing, Qark?”

“Qark?” you asked. He shrugged as he left the kitchen for the bar cart nearby, picking up a decanter and pouring two glasses.

“See, I love your nickname but queen of darkness doesn’t roll off the tongue all the time. Therefore, Qark for short.” You raised your eyebrows when he handed you the drink. “If you don’t like it-”

“You’re sweet.” You smiled, taking hold of his free hand with yours. “I like it. The nickname and whiskey.”

“Figured you would.” He set his glass on the counter, cocking his head. “My Eras tour shirt. Interesting choice.”

“Did you actually go to the tour?” He grinned, taking his glass and going to the other side of the island. “Really? On a date or something?”

“One of my friends had floor tickets, invited a few of us guys after his wife and friends got sick. Not ashamed to admit I’m a swiftie now.”

“You’re really something else, aren’t you.” Russell cocked his head. You grasped your drink with both hands. “I just mean…you’re ex-special ops. You do black ops now. You grew up in the middle of nowhere with a dad that taught you how to survive. You’re not supposed to be so…not toxic.”

“I’ll admit I’ve spent some time in the dark corners of life.” He took a long drink and swallowed, his eyes full of softness and wonder when he met yours. “You know why I call you the queen of darkness?”

“My cheery personality?” you joked. Russell smiled, leaning his forearms against the counter over at you.

“Queen’s run shit. Yeah, your life was fucked but you were so…bright.” You laughed, sipping from your glass. “I’m serious. You with your fucked up life loved your coffee. Did you know you savor every sip and smile after each one? You love your danishes like it’s the best thing on earth. You worked for a mob and wore yellow imported pajamas that are the softest thing I’ve ever touched. Your house was so warm and cozy. Soft lights. Candles. You had a romcom on and were having a pizza and beer for dinner like a date night for yourself. You’re the queen of darkness because it could have ruined you. It could have destroyed you. But you owned it, you ran that shit into the ground and you fucking glowed through it all.”

A response caught in your throat, Russell reaching out, resting his hand over yours.

“I can’t imagine how bright you’re going to shine now that you’re free of all of that my little Qark.”

“Why me?” you whispered, letting him lace your fingers together.

“A king needs a queen,” he whispered, squeezing your hand. “My dark corners are a bit brighter since I met you.”

“We barely know each other,” you whispered.

“To be fair, most couples don’t know each other when they starts out so we’re ahead of the game if you think about it.” You lowered your head with a tiny smile. “We know the important bits.”

“I suppose we do.” You squeezed his hand in return, Russell nodding with a smile. “Look at you. Got a freeloading unemployed girlfriend living in your house. You really got it going on.”

“Hell yeah I do.” He lifted your hand, kissing the back of it. “We’ll go slow. Let you get some faith in me first.”

“Thank you, Russell,” you said.

“Don’t have to thank me for that,” he said before standing tall and clapping his hands together. “Alright. Let’s make some of those sandwiches.”

You had to admit Russell hadn’t been bragging about making your lunch the best of your life. He cooked a damn good grilled cheese and his homemade soup was worthy of a restaurant. After he packed away the leftovers, you settled outside on the porch near the fire, Russell tucking you in under his arm.

“Have you ever killed anyone?” he asked. You turned your head up, shaking your head.

“I’ve lost a few patients before but I know it’s not the same. Have you…” you asked. Russell hummed, gaze on the continued downpour surrounding you. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’m not proud of taking lives but I never took one I didn’t absolutely need to if that makes sense.”

“You were a soldier. You doing bad things kept a lot of people safe. You protected them.” He was quiet, his thumb absently rubbing your arm. “Bad guys don’t do what you did for me. You and Colter went out of your way for me. You’re not the monsters you hunt.”

“I know. Sometimes I just worry I’m a black hole for crap. I don’t want you feeling like you’re trading one bad life for another.”

“Black holes don’t go to Taylor Swift concerts or wear sweaters or do extremely dangerous things for strangers because it’s the right thing to do.” He rested his head on your shoulder with a satisfied hum. “You’re good, got it?”

“Yeah. I need to sort out work on Monday. Put in my notice. We both need fresh starts.”

You wrapped an arm around his waist, Russell snuggling closer. “And you cuddle? Come on, there’s got to be something wrong with you.”

“The whole killer thing?” he chuckled.

“No, we’re not doing that shit.” You gripped his chin the same way he had to you earlier, forcing him to look at you. “Understand?”

“Okay,” he said quietly. “I mean there is something I’m not good at if you really want to know.”

“Yeah?” He nodded.

“It’s kind of embarrassing,” he sighed. You ran a hand through his hair, tilting your head.

“I’m sure only you think that. Come on. Couples share secrets and stuff, right?”

“Well…alright,” he sighed, looking up at you with a long drawn out inhale. “I’m really not good at not being perfect at everything. It’s a struggle really to interact with you common folk.”

You lightly punched his bicep as he fell to the side with a fit of giggles. “Russell Shaw!”

“Oh, come on. You lobbed that one up in the air and it was just waiting for me,” he laughed. You flopped yourself on top of him. Meanwhile, Russell only started to giggle again. “Oh no. I’m trapped. Whatever shall I do?”

“You know, Colter don’t talk a whole lot but you get a few beers in the guy and he loosens up,” you said, rolling your head, side to side. You stretched out your arms in front of you, Russell grinning up at you as you straddled his hips. “Apparently, you were incredibly ticklish as a child. Let’s see if that still holds up.”

“Wait! Truce!” he said, holding up his hands, your own just inches from his underarms. You narrowed your eyes, waiting for an explanation.

Approximately two and a half seconds later, you were flat on your back on the couch, staring up at him, Russell smirking as he pinned your wrists down by your head.

“You dirty dog,” you said, Russell brushing his lips against yours. “That is the last time I ever fall for that. You know I’m going to torture you with tickles now. You’ve sealed your fate.”

“I’d rather be tortured in a more…pleasurable way by you. I’ll be a very good boy for you,” he murmured, kissing under your jaw. “I take my punishments very well.”

“Russell,” you groaned. “Do not turn me on again. I wear to god I’m not taking another shower today.”

“We’ll take a raincheck on my punishment,” he said, nipping lightly at your neck. Then he was sitting up and releasing you, holding up his hands. You propped yourself up on your elbows, licking your lips. “Yes, my queen?”

“Why don’t we cool things down for a beat so we can actually take this slow like we mean to.” He sat back further, allowing your space to sit up. “How about I run to the store for a few hours, buy some clothes that actually fit me and you can get some rest too. I know you’ve barely slept in days.”

“I won’t say no to a nap.” He scratched his bandage, pulling it away when you tsked him.

“Don’t rip your stitches. It’s still too early for them to be out. I’ll pick you up some supplies since I doubt you remembered to bring those with you.”

“Thanks,” he said, thunder crackling overhead. “Take my raincoat from the front closet. And be careful driving. Just wait in the store if it’s coming down too hard. And hit the outdoor store for a jacket and-”

“I’ll be fine, Russ. S’just a little rain.” You got up with a stretch and cupped his cheek, tired green eyes softly looking up. “Sleep. I’ll stop by the grocery store on the way back, make us some pasta for dinner later, nice and warm on a chilly night.”

“Yes, mam,” he hummed, turning into your touch before letting you go. “All the big box stores and grocery store are next town over, you drove through it to get here.”

“Got it. I’ll be back soon, Russell.”

“Don’t be too long.”

Three Hours Later

You were happily humming to yourself in the aisle of a semi-busy grocery store. Apparently bad weather didn’t stop the locals from being out and about. You’d hit a clothing store, an outdoor one and had at least a week’s worth of clothing to get you through until you could figure out how to get stuff from back in Virgina to here. You’d ditched Russell’s sweats and jacket for a pair of dark wash jeans and a black rain coat that you weren’t drowning in as you walked the aisles of the large grocery store in search of the pasta section. Your next black rainboots squeaked against the linoleum but as you’d noticed, most everyone you saw out was in a pair.

After a few minutes you found it and started to debate what kind of pasta to make. Was Russell a wine sauce kind of guy? Probably. Mushrooms might be a bit too much for a first meal. People had strong opinions on mushrooms. Maybe something more palatable like some chicken and a few vegetables in a white wine sauce.

“Still talk out loud to yourself I see.” Your heart jumped into your throat when you heard that voice. You turned to the man by your side with a basket in hand, his dark gaze locked on you. “Y/N.”

“Owen,” you breathed out. He looked like shit. His baseball cap and hood did nothing to hide the black eye and split lip. The broken nose and dark bruises under his eyes. The side of his face was littered with deep red, blotchy marks that hadn’t been properly tended to and would leave nasty scars behind. Owen was a creep yet he had been attractive. But the handsome playboy was gone. This Owen was marked and you could feel his new levels of rage radiating off of him under that thin layer of ease.

“You seem surprised to see me.” He reached out and, shockingly, gently tucked your damp hair behind your ear. But his touch gave you no comfort like Russell’s. If there weren’t so many people around, you would have already been running for it. “Don’t worry. You’re safe now.”

“Safe?” you whispered, spotting the gash that hadn’t been stitched near his hairline. He nodded, pressing in close.

“I know Elpine wormed his way into our crew and everything got fucked. I know he had you kidnapped before it all went down so he could keep you after it was all over. He’s dead, baby. They all are. His crew. Ours. There’s no one else left. We can start over out west, maybe even here if you like it. It’ll be different but maybe we needed a change. I was so busy with work and trying to live up to my dad’s memory, I’ve been ignoring you. I wasn’t there for you and I’m sorry. It’ll be different this time.”

You took a step back but Owen’s hand was on your arm, mistaking the fear in your eyes.

“I know, Baby. Change is hard but we’ll get through it. Is the man that took you here? Or did you escape?”

Fuck. You needed to get out of here and back to Russell now.

“I…killed him,” you said quietly, piecing it together as Owen stared right through you. “He was keeping me nearby. In a house. I thought I was all alone and knew I couldn’t go to the police cause of who we are and…so he’s there. He said it was some vacation house so it was abandoned. I was going to lie low there until I figured out my next move. It’s safe.”

“Okay,” he said, nodding a few times. “Okay, good plan. We’ll grab some food and crash there a few days until I can get my hands on my money.”

“How’d you find me?” you braved, Owen tossing the cheapest box of elbows he could find in his basket.

“Oh. I put a tracker in your phone and car years ago just in case someone grabbed you. Hey,” he said, making you flinch. “I know you like to go to your little cafe bakery shit on Saturday mornings so we’ll find a place where you can, alright?”

“Y-You’ve been following me?” you asked, Owen tossing in some off brand spaghetti sauce.

“Hey,” he said with a smile that you assumed was meant to be reassuring but made your stomach turn. “You didn’t want any guys with you so I had to keep tabs on you another way, right? It was a good thing too.”

“Right,” you said, turning around, praying Russell would somehow magically appear at the end of the aisle.

“Where the fuck is the kraft mac and cheese…” he muttered.

“Uh, down the aisle,” you said, forcing yourself to turn around with a smile like he was your savior. “I’m so happy you’re here. I’m going to pop in the baking supplies and get some stuff to make your favorite cookies for my hero.”

“Hell, yeah! Just don’t take too long,” he said. You hummed as you quickly walked past and down a few aisles. You ripped out your phone, dialing fast.

“Well hello, queen of-”

“Owen. Is. Here,” you grit out, looking behind you for any sign of him. “He’s fucked up but he’s alive and he thinks I killed you. I’m taking him back to your place where he thinks we can hide out.”

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” he asked. You closed your eyes, heart relaxing for a beat. That was the difference between the two men right there. One actually cared and the other only about what he thought belonged to him. Owen didn’t even ask if you were okay.

“I’m fine, just shook up at seeing him. I figured if I can get him there, you can get the jump on him?”

“Damn straight I will, my smart girl. Just get him in the house and then make an excuse to go back out to the car. Don’t come in and run if things get sketchy between now and then. Don’t let him see you on the phone.”

“I know. I’m sor-”

“Don’t apologize. It’ll be okay, Qark.” WIth that he hung up and you quickly put your phone away. You barely looked at the box mixes and threw one in the cart before you met up with Owen in the center aisle. He frowned.

“Boxed? You’re not going to make them from scratch?” You resisted the urge to slap him into the next century and spun around, picking out ingredients. Owen wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you tucked into his side. “That’s more like it.”

God, you’d never wanted Russell Shaw more in your life than that moment. You just prayed when you met up with him again, he got the drop on Owen before he got hurt. Or worse.

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nyradragon · 1 year

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Love the sound — Ellie Williams

Summary: Ellie is just always too good to you.

placement/background: Late nights coming home from the tipsy bison.

Warning(s): Pre-Established relationship, praise kink, mocking, teasing, face riding, heavy touching, foul language, els!receiving, r!sub-space.

Authors note: Okay so i thought i’d do a lil something something briefly inspired by the song Nasty by Russ. Go easy on me i’m much more confident in my fluff ahah SLIGHTLY proofread.

reblog’s and feedback would be much appreciated<3

Ellie would have you pressed hard against the old front door of your shared home the creaking of the old floorboards filling the air along with the soft groans leaving your lips.

Ellie’s lips would be nipping softly at the skin of your neck as her hands slid further around your waist causing you to arch your back off the door and press your chest into hers.

You’d inhale deeply as Ellie continued her assault on your neck the cool air burning as it filled your lungs. Ellie would slide her hand from around your waist to the door knob as she twisted it open blindly her rough fingers finding your hip in a moment gripping tightly.

Ellie would press into you roughly, pushing your bodies into the warmth of the house causing you to stumble slightly on your feet. Ellie would only grip your waist tighter keeping you upright as you got your footing back you’d feel the soft rumble of her chest, a chuckle leaving her lips as they hovered over the pinkish marks that were left in her wake.

You’d huff, fingers gripping onto her arm as the other gripped her upper waist head lulling to the side and glancing over Ellie’s features. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes almost completely void of colour and glazed over. She had a small smirk on her lips as she reached up with her hands roughly gripping your chin and pulling you closer to her, your soft lips pressing onto hers in a heated kiss.

A deep whimper caught in your throat as Ellie would kick the front door closed with her heavy boot causing the frames decorating the walls to shake softly. Ellie would pull away slightly a hiss leaving her lips as she felt your cold fingers trail up her bare stomach before bumping her nose to yours softly as she reattached your lips.

Shoving your body against the closest wall Ellie groaned deeply pressing her body weight to yours effectively trapping your hands between your chests. The auburn-haired girl dropped her hand to the back of your thigh gripping it tightly as she hiked it up onto her hip pressing her core to yours. You’d tear your lips away from hers letting out a shaky moan only causing Ellie to press harder as she left light kisses all over your heated face her fingers digging deeper into the fat of your thigh.

You’d drop your head against the wall with a thud as Ellie kissed the exposed skin of your neck. She’d dip her free hand to the button of your jeans popping them open with ease as a sign fell from your lips. You’d wiggle your hands-free from her hold raising them to push at Ellie's open jacket over her shoulders causing Ellie to pull away from your body slightly, her hands dropping from your soft body to let her coat drop to the floor your leg still hooked around her hip not wanting to lose anymore contact.

“This needs to come off. —Now.”

Her voice was low and raspy from all the stolen kisses and the burn of the alcohol she has had all night, almost rumbling from deep in her throat. She’d tug roughly on the worn wool coat you had on the cool air around you causing goosebumps to rise on your skin as Ellie ran her hands down your arms discarding the soft material behind her.

Her hands returned to your hips desperate to feel your soft skin again, letting her hands slip under your shirt her fingers digging into your skin as she huffed out a breath against your collarbone. She’d pepper kisses all over your collarbones bending her knees slightly to tug your leg further up onto her waist and rolling her hips causing her to press into your core harder. You mumble incoherently as stolen breaths fall from your lips only causing Ellie to smirk deeply into your skin leaving a deep reddish-purple mark on your collarbone as she pulled away from you all together leaving your body cold, trembling and your chest heaving.

Ellie would chew on her bottom lip as she glanced over your dishevelled appearance. Your lips puffy and raw from all the kissing, your hair sticking to your damp skin, your shirt slightly offset and raised at the hips to expose your soft tummy from Ellie’s wandering hands.

But Ellie didn’t look much different her deep green eyes almost black from pure lust, her short hair falling from the bun she once had now framed her blush-stained cheeks, her fingers almost trembling to be back on your skin, her puffy red bottom lip is tucked under her teeth as she let her eyes scan over your beautiful body.

You swear you thought you heard a low growl leave the auburn-haired girl as she flickered her eyes back up to yours grabbing onto your hand roughly enough to snap you out of your trance to walk behind her.

The muscles in her back flexed under the beaten-up tank top as she tugged you along with her, your mind was fuzzy feeling drunk on her touch as you tried not to stumble up the stairs and towards your shared bedroom. Ellie’s tight grip on your hand loosened as she stopped your body in front of your neatly made bed, thanks to the freckled girl this morning.

She’d drop your hand with a mischievous look in her eyes as she gave you a light shove onto the pillowy surface, a small chuckle would leave her lips as you squealed at the sudden motion feeling your head sink into the fluffy blanket behind you.

“E-Ellie!”

You’d huff with a small giggle as you lift yourself onto your elbows, your legs dangled off the end of the bed slightly brushing against Ellie’s knees. You’d look up at the freckled girl as she held back a laugh she’d shoot you a wink before reaching for the collar of her tank top at the back of her neck tugging the shirt over her head and off her body, discarding it quickly to the floor.

You’d let your eyes travel over the scared and freckled skin of her chest and stomach your eyes lingering on the tight faded sports bra that hugged her breasts, making you want to reach over with your nimble fingers and rip it right off her pale skin.

Ellie would catch your eyes lingering on her chest tsk-ing quietly before she leaned over your frame her callused fingers pressing to your chin causing your eyes to drift up to meet hers slowly. Your cheeks would be flushed a deep red at being caught, even though you weren’t being the most subtle with your actions.

“Mm— it’s not nice to stare, baby.”

The freckled girl would smirk tilting her head slightly as she watched your cheeks get a deeper shade of red. She’d drop her hand from your chin letting them drift to your sides the icy tips of her fingers lifting your shirt the further she slips them.

Ellie would lean over you more placing a soft kiss on your forehead before tugging your shirt over your head discarding the flimsy material. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as her fingers pressed into your neck, then down your chest, her feather-light touches made the path they travelled feel like tv static.

“—but you know that… or do i have to remind you?”

She’d give your chest a small shove your breath catching in your throat as your mouth hung open slightly. Ellie would chuckle her face hovering over your stomach, she’d let her fingers trail to your outer thighs giving them a tight squeeze.

The auburn-haired girl would place light kisses over the bare skin of your stomach trailing down to your pantie line from the already open button of your jeans. She’d let the fingers on your thighs bunching up your jeans giving them a small tug to loosen the material from your thighs pulling them more roughly the second time. She’d let out a soft hum as her greedy eyes took in more and more of your exposed skin.

This wasn’t the first time she’s seen you like this but god does every time feel like the first. You’d hear a soft thud and groan as Ellie’s knees met the hardwood floor lowering herself to trail small kisses on the warm skin of your thighs, lowering herself along with your jeans pressing a couple of extra kisses to your knees as she pulled your jeans off your ankles.

You’d be chewing at your bottom lips as your eyes never left Ellie’s lifting yourself on your elbows once again to mesmerized by her actions. The freckled girl would be slightly on her knees sitting on the heels of her feet, her pale skin flushed a rosy pink as her chest rose and fell slowly closing her eyes briefly she’d inhale deeply before a small smirk rose to her lips.

She’d lean closer to you raising from her heels to press her body onto your bent legs hanging off the bed. You’d look at her eagerly sitting up more just begging her to do something to touch you, to let you touch her.

Grabbing the sides of your cheeks she’d squish lightly causing you to pucker your lips as you looked into her eyes your mind feeling fuzzy as you slouched more into her touch.

“Such a good lil’ pup, huh?”

She’d tilt her head slightly gauging your reaction her expression soft and fond of how cute you looked all dazed in front of her. She’d give your cheeks a light squeeze again gaining a small nod from you as you processed her words your hand would raise to brush at Ellie’s free hand that rested on your thigh.

Ellie would only chuckle as she let go of your cheeks but not before pecking your lips quickly. The freckled girl would carefully get to her feet as your eyes followed her movements like you had no mind of your own. You’d watch as the girl slowly unbuttoned her jeans almost torturing you as they dropped to pool at her feet with a loud thud from her buckle causing you to swallow the extra saliva collecting in your mouth at the mear image of her in front of you.

Ellie would slowly raise her bare knee resting it on the mattress at the side of your thigh before doing the same with the other now straddling your lap. She’d drop her weight onto your lap as your hands instinctively went to her hips gripping tightly.

She’d smile thoughtfully as she brushed her hands on your cheeks, smoothing your hair out of your face as she leaned in pressing her soft lips onto yours slowly pushing your body till she was hovering over you.

Ellie lingered there for a while enjoying the feeling of your lips desperately pushing against hers, small hums and whimpers escaping your mouth.

She pulled away feeling your body move towards her quickly chasing the feeling of her on you again. You’d whine quietly looking up at her with wide hazy eyes as your fingers dug into Ellie’s bare flesh.

“I know baby— shh i know.”

She’d coo pressing onto your chest to have you lay down again trailing her fingers down your sternum before scooting up higher onto your relaxed stomach.

“—I know you want to touch, pup. How about I give you a taste instead? hm, how does that sound angel? you’d like that wouldn’t you.”

You’d be babbling nonsense catching small ‘please’s’ along with ‘I love yous’ between whines and groans as you wiggled under the green-eyed girl. Ellie would hiss softly as she felt your fingers dig into her pale hips which had her swatting softly at your hands before she slid her body up yours.

You’d hum as she had her covered core hovering over your mouth causing you to whine as you saw the damp patch forming on the soft white cotton. Ellie would be analyzing your features you looked so pretty like this all flustered and needy between her thighs it made her wiggle her hips slightly closer.

“Go ahead pup you’ve been so patient— you deserve a treat.”

You’d give the freckled girl a small nod snaking one hand between you to peel the damp material to the side as your other hand tugged her thigh down levelling her core to your lips.

Flatting your tongue against her slit, lapping up everything she had. You’d hum softly against her causing Ellie to shudder as she dropped her hands to your hair tugging lightly in response but her eyes not leaving your actions.

You’d let both hands grip the fat of her thighs pulling her even closer to you as if you were starved. You could feel the way Ellie relaxed moans and quiet whimpers left her lips though she tried to keep a level head chewing on her bottom lip as she slowly rolled her hips into your needy mouth.

“Good god..— look at you doing such a good job, hm.”

Her voice was deep and slow almost hypnotizing as she brushed the hair away from your face to get a better look at you under her.

You’d have your lips wrapped around her clit moaning loudly against her, your mouth falling open slightly at her words your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Aw pup— let me help your fuzzy mind hm?”

Ellie would let out a chuckle as she tapped your nose bringing you back to reality slightly. As you continue to lick at her core your chest raising and falling rapidly your fingers pinching at her thighs causing Ellie to hiss but it has her hips moving faster against your mouth.

Ellie’s eyes would flutter closed, her lips slightly parted as her head dropped back. You could feel the girl's thighs slightly shake as she took full advantage of your mouth using you to reach her high.

You’d moan at the feeling of her, your thighs rubbing together at the arch between your legs. Your mind was fuzzy not able to even think just a moaning mess, the mixture of your saliva and the wetness of Ellie dripped down your chin and your jaw tightened at the constant abuse.

Ellie would grip your hair eyes falling back to yours with her brows slightly furrowed, her cheeks completely flushed and sweat lining her hairline as she focused on her high.

“Mm s’good baby keep going I’m so c-close. fuck.”

She’d drag out the last word her voice breathy as she chased her high, deep groans leaving her lips along with a string of praises leaving you squirming underneath her as she kept her steady pace.

Her hips would stutter against your mouth causing you to pull her down flush against you her thighs shaking against your cheeks as she slightly collapsed, her hands planting onto the mattress above your head, her head dropping as she watched where your lips were connected to her causing her to lose it completely. A gush of wetness dripped down your chin and into your mouth as you moaned loudly against her only causing shockwaves to go through Ellie at the sensitivity.

She’d try to pull away from the feeling, breath catching in her throat as whimpers escaped her, but you had her locked in place making sure to clean up the mess you two caused.

Ellie groaned lifting her hand to casually run through her damp hair pushing it out of her face as she looked down at you in pure adoration.

You’d loosen your hold on her thighs as you felt her start to shift lower so she was straddling your hips. Ellie would have a lazy smile on her lips as she adjusted her undies slightly before leaning into you. She’d press her lips to yours tasting herself on your lips which only caused her to let out a satisfied hum as she ran her hands down your sides.

Her lips left yours as they trailed down your neck, your collarbones, your chest then down to your stomach lingering there for a moment longer before she lifted her head peaking up at your spacey look with a smirk.

“Your turn, angel.”

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #tlou #the last of us #tlou2 #ellie williams x y/n #tlou ellie #tlou x reader #tlou smut #wlw #smut #tlou2 smut #tlou2 x reader #*writing

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askinkiskarma · 1 year

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𝔏𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔫' 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔞 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔧𝔬𝔟

dilf!jake x f!reader

wc: 2.5k words

warnings: 18+ minors DNI (I MEAN IT), pwp, smut (praise kink through the fucking roof, bondage, p in v, fingering, oral - f and m receiving, age gap, dacryphilia, daddy kink, choking, pet names, overstimulation, semi-public sex, spanking, anal play, toy use, slight degradation kink, multiple orgasms, cockwarming), mentions of blood/spit, strong language, this list is endless wtf

a/n: once more it is clear that i ain't seeing the pearly white gates of heaven anytime soon, but outside of that, i dedicate this fic to lys' coochie

also pls do yourself a favour and listen to russ - nasty while u read this ok enjoy xo

I know everyone wants a pretty girl like you You look so good when you put me inside you Listen, there ain't nothin' like that moan when the tip's in Good God, look at you, you're doin' such a good job

"you're gonna be a good girl for daddy, right?"

you have to admit to yourself that when you started being trained under the tutelage of the toruk makto, the mighty olo'eyktan of the omaticaya, this isn't at all how you envisioned it going - but at this exact moment, limbs spread widely and tied up to the pillars of his tent, a blindfold covering your eyes and heightening all your other senses, his raspy, soft voice filling your ears while his hands are massaging the plush skin of your inner thighs, you can't find it in you to care.

"i need words, baby girl."

"y-yes, daddy. i'll be g-good, i promise."

"that's my girl."

"you look so good like this, kid. so, so good."

his hands trail gently over your body in barely-there touches, that set every inch of your body on fire, alight with anticipation and ache, desperate for more, needy for the pleasure you knew he was going to provide. it doesn't matter how many times you've found yourself like this, sprawled naked in his tent, contorted in whatever position he deemed appropriate at any one time, it would always be as intense as the first time - he wouldn't have it any other way.

when he reaches your breasts, his hand stalls, capturing a nub in between his thumb and index, no longer just a fluttering whisper of a caress but a pressured twisted unwieldy grip that makes a moan escape your parted lips and you hear his low chuckle, the most beautiful sound you've ever heard, second only to the uninhibited groan that he he can't help but exhale whenever you milk his cock dry.

"you have the prettiest tits i've ever seen, baby. perfect, just like the rest of you."

you feel the tingling in your extremities from the way the ropes tug at your wrists and ankles, but it's nothing compared to the throbbing in your core as his hand finds your throat and squeezes, as you feel the air getting knocked out of you, as the darkness no longer just envelopes your sight but the whole of you, as his cock, hard and unclothed, teases your entrance with a uncontrolled twitch, and the feel of it makes you squirm, pulling on your restraints in order to bring your legs together, to no avail.

Jake lets go of your neck with a dissatisfied tsk. You gasp when his canines sink into your lower lips and bite until it hurts and you feel the rusty taste of blood inundating your mouth. His tongue swipes the excess fluid before he kisses you, roughly and carelessly and you love it, love the feel of his mouth on yours, of his hands on your throat, love nothing more than being just daddy's little girl.

"if you want to get fucked tonight, kid, you have to be good, remember?"

"but d-daddy... i need you... i need to s-see you, i n-need your...cock, please, daddy!"

you couldn't help the way your voice was breaking and words stuttered as his unrelenting teasing made the throbbing sensations and ache to be filled reach torturous heights, or the way tears pricked painfully at your eyes as you couldn't stand not seeing him, not being able to tell what he'll do next, not being able to move your thighs to ease some of the discomfort.

"shh, princess... you have to trust daddy, mm? you know daddy will take care of his little girl."

you're sure the mewl you let out as he slips two fingers in your dripping cunt would be heard in the whole village and you knew he loved it - he loved when you screamed, and yelled, loved when you had to walk through the forest marked and bruised for everyone to see, loved when his cum was dripping down your thighs and how your scent was forever permeated by his own, so nobody could ever question who you belonged to.

his fingers were skilled and deliberate as they moved inside of you, curling on a spongy part that made you shut your eyes tightly and allow the tears to finally fall down your contorted face, his thumb drawing shapes on your clit, that was now red and swollen, desperate for more pressure.

"more, daddy, i need more!" the sobs stir something inside Jake, balls heavy and itching to spill their load inside you, but not yet. you weren't ready yet.

"why're you crying, kid? you need to be stuffed with daddy's cock so badly?"

asking questions he already knew the answers to seemed pointless and unnecessary, but he needed to hear you say it, or moan it, or mumble it - needed to see you, crying and helpless, just a little doll who needs someone to show you what you deserve, what you can take. you'd be wasted on a scrub your own age, who would never know how to handle you, who would never know what to do with you. you needed a man, and he was more than happy to fill that role for you, and... anything else that needed it.

the reality is better than any fantasy his mind could have concocted as you nod aggressively, breasts bouncing as you pull once more on the harness that's starting to hurt your wrists just enough that to walk the line between pleasure and pain.

"soon, baby. you're not ready for it yet. need to stretch this little pussy before you can take me, you know this."

his pace increases as his long digits slip in and out of you, as his lips find your clit and suck on it, as his tongue laps at the juices that you couldn't help coat his face and fingers with, and you feel every ounce of power and self slip away from your grasp, slowly but surely becoming just a tangled mess of feeling, chaotic and overpowering, no thoughts outside of how much you wanted this, how much you needed him, how much this man had a tight hold on every facet of your being and you happily gave it up, knowing there's no better feeling then being wholly owned.

"that's it, come for daddy."

it pushes you over the edge, the purr of his voice and the vibrations they release on your folds, and you come, loudly and uninhibitedly, shaking as your orgasm washes over you in intense waves of pleasure that go on and on, as his tongue and fingers stretch you, until you're so overstimulated you find your tears once more, your screams dwindling into whines you couldn't help release.

"i know, princess. doing so well for me. doing so well for daddy."

"open your mouth."

as always, when it came to jake sully, you obeyed without question. his fingers find their way down your throat and you immediately close your lips around them, swirling your tongue around and in between them, sucking them dry the way you would his cock, that you couldn't wait choke on later tonight. you loved the taste of your own cum on him, and so you cleaned his fingers thoroughly before he pulled them out and wrapped them around the blindfold that was covering your eyes.

"such a good girl. now i want you to watch as daddy fills you with his cock."

it felt sometimes you spent more times like this than not, overwhelmingly full, shaking in earth-shattering pleasure, this time on all fours, this time with a human contraption you have never imagined would ever exist, but not only it did, it was stuffed in you to the brim, sending waves of vibrations throughout your entire body, while jake watched intently, circling you so he can see you come undone from every angle.

"you like that, huh? 'course you do, kid. my baby's just a little slut, just wants her holes filled, don't you?"

you couldn't find it in you to answer, not when the little machine shook you to the core, not when you couldn't decide what was taking precedence in your mind: the sensations that were so powerful they were making patches appear in your vision, the sight of Jake's hands tightly wrapped around his cock, pumping himself vigorously while he watched you fall apart in front of him, or the worries that someone will definitely see and hear you, be it as you were, just barely covered by shrubbery, in a place that Na'vi frequented way too often - almost in view, just how he liked it.

"answer me, princess."

you nod quietly, trying to stifle the moans as his palm makes contact with the plush of your ass, the slap loud enough to attract attention if anybody were to be close, and your orgasm comes sharply into focus, so close you can taste it, and you knew that when it came, it would be enough to bring you to your knees, something he seems to have accounted for. when he increases the intensity with the little remote he had in between his fingers, you lower yourself until your face makes contact with your extended arm. before you know it, you bite down on the skin as hard as you can, canines drawing blood at the way you were trying to be quiet - anything to minimise the chance of being caught. it all becomes too much to handle when he spreads your ass and spits on it, lubricating you enough to push two fingers in your tight hole, and you cry out a muffled cry when you come, convulsing as you ride out your high, as you squirt all over the vibrator, gushes of liquid dripping down your thighs.

he pulls out of you and circles you once more, until he's facing you, and you can barely see straight, crying from being overstimulated, unable to distinguish pain from pleasure, as the toy still moves inside of your abused cunt, unrelenting and too intense.

his hand wraps around your hair, tugging on it til the bite marks were all that was left of your mouth on your forearm, and you look at him through your eyelashes, trying not to get distracted by how his cock was slapping on your cheek.

"sweet girl, if you want something to keep you from making sounds, i have something so much better than an arm. now, be a good girl and let daddy fuck this pretty mouth, how's that sound?"

you smile a sheepish smile, cunt clenching around the vibrator once more, as jake strokes his thick cock, the sweet precum falling over your lips and chin, and you don't waste a drop, swiping your tongue over your lower lip to catch all of it, moaning at the taste.

"open y'r mouth for me, kid."

jake is gentle as he slowly enters you, letting you adjust to his thick girth that presses on the roof of your mouth, your tongue flat against the underside of his length, loving the feel of every vein and memorising every curve and indentation as he slides further in, gagging as his tip tickles the back of your throat. saliva coats his cock and spills down his balls, and you want to protest slightly, when it feels like you can't breathe anymore, when the tears push past your glossy eyes and down your cheeks, until his words remind you who's in charge, and that, while he is, obeying means pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.

"relax, baby girl." his thumb traces your under eye, gathering the salty drops before they can stain your perfect face. "relax for daddy. breathe through your nose. there you go, princess. just like that."

you mewl, able to fit even more of him in you, and the sound reverberates through his length and you watch as he pushes his head back, a thin layer of sweat barely visible on his beautiful face, scarred from years of fights and battle, some of which happened when you were just a baby, an ever-present reminder of the differences between you, that you not only didn't mind, but were what drew you to him in the first place. jake is strong, and capable. he is mighty and revered. he knows you, knows what you want, what you need. he knows your mind needs quieting, and to be devoid of thoughts and worries, and while you were in his presence, he was more than happy to empty that pretty little head of yours and fill your body with his cum instead.

"f-fuck, that's right. good girl. taking daddy's cock so well, mm? my best girl."

his hand finds the top of your head as he pets you, soft caresses enough to spur you on, and you suck on his length enthusiastically, focusing on the tip whenever he pulls out before thrusting himself back in, using your mouth like a toy to get himself off. the groans he makes are low and unrestrained and it sends bouts of electricity throughout your whole body. you did this to him. you were bringing this great man to the edge of his self-control, and that thought alone was enough to heighten all the sensations given by the machine still vibrating in your soaked cunt and his cock stuffed down your throat, and when you come again, he does, too, and you make sure to swallow everything he gives you, watching as he pulls out, still stroking himself so some of his warm, sticky cum paints your face, just the way he likes it.

"you look so pretty like this, kid. red eyes, rosy cheeks, swollen lips, face covered in my cum. perfect for me, aren't you? daddy's little slut."

nights, when jake slips into your tent after everyone's asleep, are filled with slower, gentler, quiet times, where his big body cages you in, his arms draped across your sides, his large hands caressing your breasts and abdomen, and you feel safe in him, in his comforting presence and his sensual, praising words. you go to sleep with his cock deep in you, the way you wish to spend every minute of your every day. you can't help the way you stir in your sleep, desire building up in you from the feel of his length dragging along your walls as you move, from how his breath fans across the nape of your neck, sending tingles down your spine. you let out a soft mewl as you start grinding on him, unsure whether you want him to wake up or not, unable to come to a decision before his hoarse voice startles you.

"you're gonna kill an old man like me, kid. fucked you dumb 'til you passed out and you still need more?"

his fingers dig into your hips, pushing you back on his length until he bottoms out in you, and you yelp, the sensation overwhelming.

"go ahead, then. daddy wants to see you fuck yourself on his cock."

you smile and oblige. no matter how life would ever change for you, you knew you'd be alright, because he would always be here to take care of you and you'd always be daddy's little girl.

happy daddy jake's day and i hope you enjoyed my little present, besties 🫶🏻

taglist: @headsincloud9 @teyamsbitch @lanasblood @yagirlheree @fanboyluvr @jakexneytiri (you didn't ask to be tagged dani bb but this is for torturing me yesterday)

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mykneeshurt · 2 years

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Interrogation - Keegan P Russ x F!reader x Ghost

As per usual, minimal plot, all porn. Not written well just pure horny thoughts. Thank you once again to @sashadiurnal who helped me with the plot, that I butchered as I’m unable to keep on the straight and narrow. Tee hee

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, praise kink, degradation, p in v, p in a, DP, f oral receiving, m oral receiving, unprotected sex, rough sex, breath play (goes without saying this is fiction, in real life we wrap willies, love consent, love safe words and aftercare!)

‘Get your fuckin hands off me!’ You spat as you were thrown down into a chair. Your vision was obscured by a foul smelling bag, no doubt used on countless others. Your hands were cuffed in front you, the cold sting of the metal bit into your wrists.

The bag was ripped from your head as a blinding light filled your field of vision. Hissing you held your hands to your eyes, trying to ease yourself into the white light of the room. Lowering your hands two figures slowly came into focus. Once you recognised them a fire was set alight in your core. Sergeant Keegan P Russ and the Lieutenant known only as Ghost.

‘Long time no see boys. It’s a pleasure as always’ you sneered. You were sat on a metal chair in what looked like a small office. You didn’t know every nook and cranny of your base, so assumed it was in one of the wings you didn’t normally frequent.

They stood in front of you, Keegan with his hands on his hips, dressed head to toe in white camouflage. Ghost dressed in the same but with a black balaclava where a white skull adorned the front. He had his arms crossed, biceps bulging as he took in your form. You’d managed to avoid them for a decent amount of time, but looks like your time had finally run out.

‘Where’s the launch codes for the missiles’ Keegan asked, his hands tensed over his hips. ‘What launch codes?’ You smirked, shrugging your shoulders. ‘Don’t fuck about. That launch codes. Where are they?’ Ghost asked, his voice filled with frustration. ‘Aww big bad Ghosts couldn’t get through my security system?’ You pouted, trying to give your best doe eyed glare. ‘Ask me nicely, maybe I’ll give em to you.’

Keegan walked around the table, menacingly. Hands still firmly resting on his hips, they swayed as he made his way over to you. ‘No, you’ll give them to us, we can be very persuasive.’ You raised an eyebrow, biting your lip, ‘you know it’s not torture if I like it Russ.’ His eyes narrowed at your remark as he lowered his face dangerously close to yours, ‘give us the fuckin codes Vesper.’

‘Make me Russ’ you whispered, a smirk tugging on the corner of your lips.

Grabbing your shoulders he lifted your body and threw you into the wall in one swift motion. Your body hit the wall with a thud, a low moan escaped your chest. Keegan stood you up and pressed his forearm onto your throat. His azure eyes cut into you as you bit your cheek. He pressed harder into your throat. ‘Fuck, don’t tempt me with a good time Russ’ you managed to choke out.

‘Tryin my patience’ Ghost barked from the background. Pulling your eyes from Keegans you locked onto Ghost, clenching your thighs together at the pool of arousal that gathered in your panties. Ghost dropped his eyes, noticing the minuscule movement. His eyes widened in realisation ‘shes fucking gettin off of this.’ Smiling at his revelation you once again met Keegans stare. ‘I think someone’s feeling left out Russ. You might need to share.’

Pulling you taught against his body he moved you over to the table, slamming your torso down onto the cold surface. Your cuffed hands barely broke your fall. Keegan laced his fingers through your hair pulling your neck until you rest against him. ‘Wanna play that game? Fine. Guess I’ll fuck it out of you instead’ he growled into your ear. A devilish giggle dripped from your lips as you pushed your ass into him.

Keegan motioned to Ghost to come over, the 6’4 Adonis stalked his way over to the table. Keegan lifted you by the collar of your shirt and pushed you into Ghost. Pulling your cuffs he placed your arms over his neck, forcing you onto your toes. Ghosts heavy, dead eyes bore into yours as your breathing picked up a notch.

Keegan wrapped his hands around your waist and found your belt, pulling it out of the belt loops with a ‘thwack.’ Undoing your button he slowly worked your trousers down, resting just beneath the crease of your ass. Keegan lowered his mouth to your ear, nipping it slightly ‘eyes on Ghost, don’t look away.’ Your thighs clenched again.

Keegan caressed the supple skin underneath your panties, considering how much he hated you, it was a tender touch. The slap of leather on leather filled the room, excitement shone in your eyes. Ghost pulled you closer to him and held your hips, arching your back.

A heavy slap rang out in the small office, as Keegan swatted your ass cheeks with your belt. A breathy moan fell from your mouth as you fought to keep your eyes on Ghost. Three more slaps to your ass made you dance the dangerously thin line between pain and pleasure. A crimson line decorated your cheeks, Keegan massaged it softly ‘that’s it, fuckin take it.’

Your eyebrows furrowed together, your pussy now weeping with arousal. ‘Not gonna kiss me?’ You whispered to Ghost, ‘not very hospitable of you.’ Ghost trailed his hand up your back, as Keegan pulled your panties down. Gripping your hair Ghost pulled your head, allowing him access to your neck. He planted masked kisses along your skin, and onto your jaw.

You flinched at the sudden intrusion of Keegans fingers along your slit. He gathered your juices on his fingers before placing them in your mouth. You twirled your tongue around his fingers moaning at the taste of yourself. ‘Fuckin hell’ Ghost whispered into your neck. Keegan returned to his position behind you, this time inserting his middle and ring finger into your cunt. Pumping it slowly, before building a punishing pace. The wet sound of your pussy made their cocks stiffen.

Ghost pulled his mark up slightly finally giving in and kissing you. He tasted yourself on your lips, he groaned at the taste. Nipping your lip he pulled back, ‘she tastes so fuckin good’ he drawled. Keegan grunted in acknowledgement, too busy listening to the sound of your cunt around his fingers. You flopped your head into Ghosts chest, lost in the maze of pleasure, you moaned and writhed from the sensations.

Keegan readjusted his fingers, using his index and middle finger in your pussy. This time easing his ring finger into your tight ass hole. A slurred moan erupted from the pit of your chest. You rolled your hips back into his fingers, pleading for more. ‘Such a filthy little bitch’ Keegan scolded ‘so needy for our cocks aren’t you.’

‘Yes … fuck, yes’ you whimpered.

Removing his fingers he then lifted your aching arms from around Ghosts neck. He moved you back to the table lying you on your back. Ghost stood by your head, which was conveniently level with his throbbing cock. Keegan buried his face in your cunt, savouring your taste agains his tongue. Your eyes rolled the back of your head as Ghost tapped his cock on your lips. He was thick, your eyes momentarily widening at the girth. A dark chuckle exuded from him, he leant down and whispered against your lips ‘you’re gonna take my cock and you’re gonna fuckin choke on it.’

Opening your mouth he thrust his cock in your mouth, his girth filling you entirely. He was unforgiving. Relentless. He watched as your throat stretched for him, eyes watering and gagging around him. Pulling out he slapped your cheek, ‘that’s it, good girl, such a good little slut.’ You bucked your hips at his words, causing Keegan to release a guttural moan into your pussy.

Not being able to take anymore Keegan stood and pulled down his trousers, freeing his throbbing cock. He pumped himself as he watched Ghost abuse your throat, your body writhing, desperate for Keegan to fill you. He lined himself up before pushing his cock in, inch by inch. You moaned around Ghosts cock as Keegan filled your creamy cunt. Keegan struck your clit with the tips of his fingers, as he did Ghost pulled out allowing you to finally breath.

A borderline pornographic moan filled the room, your back arched off the table as you squeezed your eyes shut. Ghost slapped your face again, before ramming his cock once more into your tiny throat. He watched as his cock bulged in your throat, trying to accommodate his girth.

Keegans pace was brutal, he hitched your thighs around his slutty little waist as he thrust into you. ‘Feels so fuckin good, so fuckin good’ he was breathless ‘such a whore, taking this cock so well.’ The mixture of praise and degradation kept your head spinning. His fingertips assaulted your hips, surely causing bruises. The thought of him marking you only made you more wet. Keegan threw his head back, eyes rolling as your cunt clenched around him. ‘She’s so tight’ he whimpered.

Ghost pulled out, pushing you back to a standing position, this time hooking your arms over Keegans neck. Keegan lifted you from the table, your legs still wrapped around his waist. This time keegan leant into your lips, kissing you, chasing your tongue with his. Ghost came behind you, pressing body against yours, sandwiching you between them.

Keegan still thrusted into your abused cunt as Ghost lined himself up to take your ass. He leant down placing a kiss on your cheek before spitting onto your tight hole. He pushed in slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. Keegan inhaled your moan as Ghost stretched out your ass, the two of them began moving in tandem.

You dropped your head back onto Ghosts shoulder, completely blissed out at your holes being stretched, abused, assaulted. ‘Look at her’ Ghost marvelled, ‘taking two cocks at once, fucking whore.’

‘Don’t stop, fuck don’t stop, please’ you begged. Ghost snakes a hand around your neck, squeezing it until your face went red.

You felt the pressure building, rapidly. ‘Make me cum, please, fuck I wanna cum’ you sobbed, your body was overstimulated but begging for release. Keegan pulled you back to his lips, nipping your them as he kissed you. ‘Gonna cum in this tight ass of yours’ Ghost grunted from behind you.

‘Please, please, please’ you babbled into Keegans neck.

Ghost gripped your hips like a vice as he came, a deep breathless moan danced over your shoulder. He pulled out leaving you feeling suddenly very empty. Keegan placed you back on the table, picking up his pace, slapping your clit once more. ‘Take it Keegan, please’ you whimpered, bucking your hips and arching your back. He leant forward placing his forearms either side of your head. He stared into your eyes as he came moments later, his cock shooting hot ribbons of cum into your cunt.

You came not long after, the coil finally snapping. Beads of sweat coated your forehead and you tried to catch your breath. You could feel his cum leaking out of your pussy, part of you wanted him to fuck it back in. Keegan placed a kiss to your cheek, ‘codes.’

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lieutenantsluvr · 9 months

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❝ run, baby, run. ❞

pairing : Keegan Russ x fem!reader

tags : NSFW, size kink, degrading, praise, blood sport, (masochism?), oral sex, little to no cnc, fear? fetish? Not realistic to canon in any sort of way, undefined previous relationship.

synop : Inspiration taken from H.D Carlton’s Haunting Adeline

w/c 3.5k

Author’s note : first time posting any sort of writing… ever. Let’s hope it isn’t bad! (I’ve also never posted on tumblr.. So if I do anything ?? wrong?? Please tell me.)

It was a violent, and dark mission. The dark they only really show in true crime documentaries. Dark that makes your flesh crawl with the very thought. You didn't want to admit to yourself that the things you saw on this mission would haunt your nights for the next.. Well, however many years you live in this ruthless career.

Keegan, your field partner, sat next to you. A man who you have seen gut people on the field - yet, also hold your hand, softly, while you cry about the horrors you've had to witness just to save innocent souls. He sat next to you, shoulders tense and aflame, eyes bearing down into the metal grates of the warehouse. You didn't know him well enough to really pick out what emotion had plastered itself within the cracks of his consciousness, but you knew him well enough to know this wasn't a good emotion. The rest of the travel back to base was quiet. Keegan didn't bother to utter a syllable, but would occasionally flick his eyes down to your figure, then back to mindless reeling.

Hours later, you had decided to work off some steam - the visuals from the mission still plaguing your head. You hadn't seen any of the other members, assuming they all respectively went off to deal with their emotions on their own. The rain pelted your body like bullets, but somehow the ache in your muscles only stirred when you heard footsteps approaching.

Keegan didn't bother to speak, only watching as you slammed your fist down on the punching bag - ruthless. His eyes wandered down, a quick observation of your form.. maybe your body.. And then back up to a respectful gaze.

You glanced back at him, almost a little off-putted by his tense shoulders, dark eyes, and the lack of emotion that usually fills his stare. He stands up, a slow forwarding step as he approaches you.

"Run."

You almost double over at the way his voice gravels. Dark, and scathed like chains dragging on a concrete floor. A simple turn of your head, as if saying, what? Heart rhythmically thudding against your ribcage, feeling as if it’ll pop from your chest and run. Another glance down at his fists, the way they curl and uncurl in strangulation. What.

"You heard me,"

"Run." A pause, his teeth baring as he enunciated his every syllable, "If I catch you, I fuck you."

You tense at his gaze, baffled at the very words he dared to utter in your direction. Run? Run. As quickly as your brain registers his intentions, you stumble back. Boots that clung to your feet almost painfully slipping against the slickness of the wet ground. “What?” You mutter out, and it comes out weak, and embarrassingly hoarse. It’s sick. You shouldn’t be feeling butterflies rippling at your very core, or enjoy the way your flesh flares at the sight of… him.

Keegan's eyes narrow, the muscles in his body seeming to vibrate with each second. His gaze, locked into yours, as your heart ruthlessly slams against the butterflies fluttering about in your gut. He doesn't react - he wants the chase.

"Go," He growls, eyes not daring to break away from yours, and you couldn't help the little shiver that danced throughout your skin. What is this? Your fight reflexes should have kicked in by now, but instead your body is responding with the most.. odd sensations. Fuck, I’m crazy. Sick. Sick in the head.

Before you even have time to react, his hand is swift in motion. He closes the gap in a swiftness, his hands grasping the back of your shirt and yanking you against himself. Your body pressed firmly against his, eyes upturned to him as a silent battle of wills, or who? takes place. A breath - quick and shallow - escapes his lips, eyes narrowing.

"I won’t ask again.”

Within seconds, your body flies from his grasp - feet hitting the ground at a magnitude you can’t process. Every cylinder in your brain is firing. The hamster in its damn wheel at max speed. Breathe in. Breathe out. It’s a reminder to calm your screaming muscles, and the butterflies turned moths in the pit of your stomach. You don’t even want to turn back. Fuck, you can’t even hear him. The rain that was once pelting against your aching muscles in soothing motion is now your worst enemy. Draining your vision of any clarity, and your boots of any traction to the ground.

He watches you bolt away - the very thought of losing you makes every part of him seethe. That’s what this is all about, isn’t it? The mission. How he couldn’t keep his eyes off the way you reacted to the carnage. What if that was you? Beaten. Strangled. Maimed. He couldn't just let you go. Let you go. He needed this. Fucking needed it. Every step he took was filled with an overwhelming sense of purpose. He knew, if he caught - caught - you then there would be no way you would get out free. No way he could resist tearing away at the vulnerability in your eyes.

“I’m not some goddamn animal for you to hunt!” You practically sob out, chest heaving against unsteady inhales and exhales. Boots slapping against the mud as you weave in and out of the forest - dark, and cascading trees for miles. Why the fuck are you speaking? You don’t even know. You’re a soldier. You do this for a living. Escape. Run. Hide. Kill. Yet, your body reacts accordingly with the thought of him catching you. Arousal. Disgust. Need? You’ll definitely need to speak to a therapist after this, that much is clear. You pause, feeling the taste of iron flood your mouth, strained breathing and muscles screaming to give out. Back pressed up against the rough bark of a tree, eyes flicking around aimlessly in the darkness of the forest. Where the fuck is he.

Quiet. Still. Pause.

Footsteps.

He appears out from between the trees - his eyes meeting yours. His lips narrow to a thin line as he observes you pressed against the bark, an image of fragility he could barely look at. He knows your body has reached its limits, but the thought of you not being able to handle this - handle him - didn't bother him. No, he relished in the thought of overwhelming you until you had no choice but to succumb to his will.

“You're fucking insane!" You chuff out, taking steps back - eyes flicking back and forth only to dictate the distance between your numb feet and the ground. You can barely walk. Think. Eyes darting back to the predator taking slow, and painful steps toward you. Large build. God, six foot something.. It didn’t matter. Even through the mask you could see how he bares his teeth against strained breaths. Fuck.

"What is wrong?" You practically sob out, another strained step back into the mud, "We can talk about this.." His eyes narrow. His brow furrows. The corner of his lips twitch through the dark fabric of the balaclava - the muscles in his cheek jumping as he suppresses a smile. The sheer absurdity of your request, the thought of talking this out, almost makes him laugh. Though, your plea fell on deaf ears. A low, primal growl fills the air, every part of your body being consumed with an intense wave of heat - Your core burning up in a blaze. A swift motion of his hand to bunch up the balaclava, thumb hooking under the fabric and dragging it right below his nose. His muscles bunch, his lips peeling away from his teeth, exposing his incisors as his jaw flexes forward. He takes one step. Two.

"Keegan.." You plead, taking another faltering step. It was like the gods had laughed at the way you squirmed and ran, desiring more entertainment. Slipping from the lack of traction from under your feet. A harsh thud into the ground, your elbows sliding into the rigid, and slick dirt - a whine from lips that could barely contain her own breath. At this point, you were sure you were bleeding. Some sort of road-rash against the rocks in the mud.

The closer he gets the harder it is to suppress the urge to attack. His senses are tingling, the heat you radiate as he stalks towards you, consumes him. Everything in him urges him to pounce - the only thing holding him back is the little bit of human left in his head.

“Oh, baby girl,” He drawls, the gravel in his tone sending sputters of electricity against your flesh. Fuck. Your brain can barely comprehend the feeling. Waves of rolling heat against every muscle that screamed RUN, IDIOT! But you didn’t. In fact, somewhere in that hamster wheel that echoed in your thick fucking skull, you almost told yourself to sit, and stay. He crouches down on a knee in front of you, eyes slowly slinking over the blood trickling down your forearm. The cut couldn’t have been that bad, you barely felt it. You barely felt anything. A long silent pause - your blood a thick, sticky mess against your body, but his eyes, sharp as a blade, are only set on yours. His hand is soft as it takes a hold against your wrist, raising your arm up to inspect the damage. He tuts his lips, “Silly fucking girl.” The phrase almost deprives your lungs of oxygen. He continues to raise up your arm, a now painful stretch as he almost dangles the front half of your body in front of his face. “Damaging a body,” A lulling of his tongue, before it languidly swipes against your elbow, a singular drop of blood landing against his tongue. You swear you can feel the vibrations in his throat, that of satisfaction. A deep, dark growling. One they only really talk about in stories, “A body that fucking belongs to me.”

Oh fuck. If you weren’t sure you were ruined by this image, you sure as hell were now. This is so fucked up. Beyond fucked up. Your body coils, and tightens at his action - the stinging against your wound, and berated flesh aching for an escape. Hey, God. It’s me again. His hand slides from your arm, dropping your weight on the ground, a soft thud as your knees make contact with the mud again. “Strip.” He orders. By the flaunt in his tone, he knows he’s winning. Bitch.

You comply, of course. What the fuck else were you supposed to do? Run? You tried that. It didn’t work. He’s a predator. An animal. Trained by the military, chewed up, fucked, and spit back out to wreak havoc on any prey the department sicks him on. Hands shakily fumbling against your clothes, an awkward and almost idiotic task as you slide from your dampen and muddied clothing. His eyes are plastered on your every move - you swear he stops breathing when bare flesh breaks free from the hold of your uniform.

“You’re taking too long.” He chuffs, a hand grasping at your forearm, pulling you to your feet in a swift motion. He practically tosses you around like a sack of potatoes. His hand presses against the valley between your breasts, a shove and your pressed up against the rough bark of the tree. “Don’t fucking tease me.” He adds, his other hand sprawling behind your shoulder blades, you assume it’s to protect your screaming flesh from the harshness of the bark. Kinda sweet. Rough, and calloused hand slipping down the ravine between your breasts, his mouth following in suit - it’s almost sweet the way he places soft, and sensual kisses down your cavity. Though, part of you thinks it’s an apology. His eyes only glint like this when he’s on the battlefield. Laser-sharp focus as he bares his claws into whatever lowlife that dared fuck with the embodiment of vengeance. He only looked this way when he ripped people in half. Haha. Shit.

His body comes to another kneel in front of you, hands slipping down your torso to follow the bend of your hips. Gloved hands undoing the belt that holds up your military issued cargoes, a sharp pull of the fabric and it’s resting at your knees. Fuck, this is embarrassing. There you are, practically served on a silver platter in front of a starving soldier. His eyes roam toward their goal. Their prize. He has the audacity to smile as he runs his lips down your stomach, to your thighs. “Dirty fuckin girl,” He begins, followed by a snap of his teeth. It grazes your inner thigh, and you tense. He could probably bite a chunk from your flesh. Honestly? You wouldn’t be too mad. In fact, you crave it. “Keegan-” You begin, but you’re cut off by his tongue slipping from his mouth. It flattens against your underwear and over your heat - a desperate, and strained whine escaping your throat. His hands, still grasping down into your hips, fingertips digging into the squishy flesh so hard you swear it’ll leave bruises. “Fuck,” He drawls, a sharp inhale as he retracts his tongue back into his mouth, “All this for me?” Your thighs shake at the heat in his voice, the gravel. Before you can even let out an embarrassingly pained noise, he hooks his finger against the fabric and moves it to the side. The cool air pokes at your flesh. Between his eyes, and the cold nip of the air, your core is screaming underneath a burning sensation.

His tongue is quick to lap against your folds, and you swear you black out for a second. A full body shiver as he flattens his tongue, licking languidly against the excess that drips from between. “Like drinking from a fucking chalice.” He groans into you, a tightening of his grip against your hips. The right type of fear is coursing through your veins. He’s eating like it’s his last fucking meal. Tongue swiping up and down as it picks up every last single drop of arousal. Your moans, and whines reverberate through the forest, probably scaring off every animal that lives there. A singular hand of his drops down from your hip, sliding to the bend of your knee, and hooking it over his shoulder. You revel in the feeling of him suffocating between your thighs - his gloved fingers squeezing into the side of your thigh. Tongue jetting out of his mouth, he ruthlessly swirls against your clit. Before you have a chance to shiver against the arousal pooling in your gut, he bites down… hard. He’s practically rolling your aching, and screaming bud between his teeth. Your heart beats a steady cadence against your skin, the heat of his breath grazing against the flesh. The growl from his throat was something you wanted to explore in his throat - really feel. He was an untamed thing, a wild animal, and he was claiming his territory.

“Keegs-” You choke back as you sob, head rolling back until it pressed against the bark of the tree. Apparently, the brief uttering of his own name gets him even more excited. A deep, and guttural noise upheaving itself from his throat. “Relax, babygirl.” He groans between clenched teeth. Continuous cries as he murderously devours your cunt. His teeth, once rolling your bud back and forth, has ceased - now subduing the sting with his tongue, grinding against it fluidly. You notice that your once hesitant thighs are now spread apart like the red fucking sea. God, maybe you are psycho. A singular hand of yours jets out, fingers curling around the fabric of his collar and holding him there. Is this an asshole move? Practically suffocating him with your pussy? Maybe. But, he chased you into a forest… Revenge? God, you couldn’t think. To your dismay, he actually enjoys the iron-clad grip you have against his collar. Groaning into your cunt, he flattens his tongue once more, languidly soothing the white-hot screaming from between your legs.

Between his own saliva, and the wetness drowning him - You’re so fucking wet. Embarrassingly wet. You can’t stop the clumsily motion of your hips as they begin rolling against his mouth. “Shit, Shit-” You sputter, your reaction earning a thrust from his tongue inside of you, “Keegan- Please- So.. So..” Another sputter of incoherent garbage. What the fuck are you saying? Your stomach tightens, the coil creaking and retracting in your lower stomach.

“I know, sweet girl,” He confesses between your thighs, the vibrations from his syllables knocking around your cunt, “such a good fucking girl.” His arm wraps around your hips, raising you even higher for his mouth to indulge. You tilt, in wake, a whine of pleasure as he flattens his tongue and swirls it against your clit. He quickly dips it, and slides down to jet inside of you. He’s barely phased when you writhe above him, nails gliding against the flesh across his collarbones. You’re just clawing at anything you can get your hands on. Keegan continues to licks at you as if you’re contagious - an antidote to the animal that infects him. Honestly? You can’t even remember the fucking mission from earlier.

“Keegan,” You call out again, head tipping back against the blurriness of your vision, “Please- Wanna come ‘m so close.” He laughs. This fucker has the audacity to laugh. Yet, the vibrations pulse through you - hitting every nerve ending like hail against a tin roof. “That’s it, good girl..” His tongue dips up, tight circles against your aching clit. It’s a full body experience. A tightening sensation that runs up from your toes, to your head. Desperate whines, and calls of his name as the feeling sweeps over you. Tightening coils in your gut, till it breaks, similar to that of a rubber band snapping back against sensitive flesh. You heave, and wheeze a call of his name, a broken sob as air escapes your lungs. Keegan doesn’t stop - no, why would he? His tongue continues to ruthlessly chase your high, lapping every ounce that runs from your cunt. Though, mercifully, he removes his mouth after a few seconds.

Your eyes drift down, watching as he tilts his chin up to meet your gaze. Almost animalistically, his tongue dips from his mouth - swiping against fluid that lines his lips, and taking it into his mouth. A shudder escapes your body, followed by a whine at the sight. “See?” He laughs, the darkness in his tone lacing his cocky words, “Dirty fuckin’ girl, yeah?” He raises his hand, only slightly, grazing a knuckle against your screaming folds, and swiping up some excess arousal. Keegan is quick to bring his hand back, inspecting it, “Could barely fit my fuckin’ tongue in,” He jests, running the knuckle of his pointer finger against his tongue. The sight makes you shiver. “Keeping this pretty fucking pussy all to yourself.” Was it true? Maybe. Who's to say you haven’t only thought of him? Hand dipping below your pants after every training session, relishing in the way his muscles constricted and flared as he trained. He’s hot. Fucker knows it too.

You don’t bother replying, only dragging your leg off of his shoulder and placing it gently on the ground. Body still shaking, shivering, and meekly reverberating at the carnage he just mouthed into your cunt. He’s quick to stand, towering over you with that behemoth fucking build. Listen, Keegan’s always been a big dude. His shoulders, and biceps were a knee weakening image. Mindless thoughts earning the trailing of your eyes down to the area between his thighs, brain constricting and contorting an image up of just how big his cock could be. Your brain continues to reel at the thought. Fuck, you want it.

“Keegan,” You murmur out, voice still a little hoarse from the cries. His eyes dip down to meet your stare, not a single visible emotion as he gazes down. Fuckin brute. Almost desperately, your hand reaches up to his vest, fingers kneading at the fabric until you can grasp at some of the shirt that hides underneath. He bares his teeth, only for a second before he steps into you.

“I’m going to tell you this once, and only once.” A pause. “Run, and hide.”

Oh, fuck. See, the game of cat and mouse isn’t as scary as it was before. Now it’s fucking palpable. He knows you’re willing to submit. You like this game, and he likes playing it.

“If I catch you,” He pauses, like he knows he will, “I stuff that criminally tight pussy with every. fucking inch. of. myself.” A sharp inhale through clenched teeth, “And, I bury myself so fucking deep inside of you that you can feel my soul in the afterlife.” Part of you stirs for a moment, awaiting for a laugh - a lessening of his threat. But, nothing comes. Haha. Shit. Within seconds, your hands are fumbling to do the button of your cargoes, clumsy sliding them up your ass and taking off. So, here you are - running, half naked, cold, and wet through a fucking forest. Again.

#cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #keegan russ x reader #keegan p russ #why am i nervous about posting this #smut #↳ keegan ༉‧₊˚✧#keegan russ smut #keegan russ x you #call of duty #call of duty ghosts

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kit-williams · 14 days

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If Leman is a man masquerading as a beast, would it be accurate to say that Lion is a beast masquerading as a man? He’s described as an apex predator, prowling instead of walking, always hunting. Something something the noble knight has a primal hunger deep inside him, and sometimes the animal wearing his skin can’t be contained.

Yes

This is how I look at Lion and Russ. They are interesting parallels of each other being both feral children. Leman was raised by wolves where it can be assumed that Lion was alone from the start. Which I have a feeling plays into Lion's personality and his own... quirks. But like with real life feral children that stuff STAYS with you.

Lion tries to seperate himself so desperately from his time being feral and wild and yet it clings to his skin... it clings to his psyche... he's the Emperor's first born son... he's the closest to their Father and he's still a wild animal at the core of it all. Just how the Emperor tries to be more than what he is...

#I feel very strongly about Lion el'johnson #warhammer 40k #reply #answer

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nevadancitizen · 22 days

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-> CH. 1: THE PETRICHOR OF DUST-STORMS

synopsis: you and logan take on both the weather of the divide and three unsuspecting ghosts.

word count: 1.6k

ships: Keegan Russ/Reader, Ghosts team & Reader

notes: if anyone would like for me to start a taglist, feel free to ask ♪ (also there is a teaser/prologue, so read that before reading this! otherwise you'll probably be confused lol)

WHY DOES EVIL WEAR A FACE SO FAMILIAR? MASTERLIST

Sometimes, it’s easy to forget that humans, at their cores, are little more than untamed beasts – some more wild than others.

When you and Logan were separated, each put in isolation so that the torturers could begin their work on you, you both were reduced to primal instincts. Higher motor functions were a waste. Both you and Logan’s amygdalas were cranked into overdrive, overpowering any other brain function and making you both aggressive animals – ones that bite and snarl and bleed.

Rorke was the one to make you both kneel, to push on the backs of you and Logan’s necks and threaten you both with collars. The Federation broke you both, and Rorke built you back up in his very own image. That image is neither clean nor godly, but it’s his image nonetheless.

He molded you both into beasts of anger – anger towards the Ghosts. You want to take from them what they took from you, from Logan: a chance at a normal life. In this life, you want them to suffer. You want all of them to die in fear and in pain. You want to have your revenge. Against Elias – against Keegan. You want to call it your own, to make your anger god’s anger. You want to watch through the iron sights of your pistol as they cower like dumb animals.

You want to be the one to deliver the killing blow. The chance to kill Elias was taken from you, and you won’t miss such an opportunity with Keegan.

The man is always on your mind, like how Elias plagued Rorke, how Hesh plagues Logan. And your obsessive thoughts have borne a speculation – the gaping wound cut into the earth must be hiding him. This was only further confirmed by information the Federation was able to acquire and decode. Three of the Ghosts are heading out for Death Valley.

When the Federation invaded Texas, they worked their way up Route 45 until they reached Dallas. They took Fort Worth, a city just barely to the west of Dallas, and marched along US-20 until it merged with US-10 and onward. They followed the highways, taking Las Cruces, New Mexico, Tucson and Phoenix in Arizona, and finally ending when they secured Los Angeles, California (but only with reinforcements from Tijuana, because LA didn’t go down without a fight).

But Death Valley, that blight upon California, remains relatively untouched. Every now and again, it becomes a demon’s home and is renamed to “The Divide.” Terrible storms, containing both sand and lightning but no rain, rip entire companies apart. But those companies are ordinary soldiers – the Ghosts are not ordinary soldiers. Neither are the Ghost hunters.

And so, with the recent acquisition of Bakersfield, California, it only makes sense that the Ghosts would be on the frontline near Death Valley.

The tops of Dante’s View Peak provide some refuge from the heat trapped in the lower parts of the dried-up basin. It’s the middle of September, so the temperatures up here are in the mid-eighties. You’re just glad you’re not in the actual valley – it’s over a hundred down there.

From up here, you can easily see over Badwater, and all the way out over to its adjacent basin. Heat haze obscures your vision, but with your binoculars, you can easily see as three figures move by the east shore of the basin, some distance away from Badwater Road. They’re dressed lightly, with loose-fitting but all-covering clothing. Keffiyehs cover their heads and most of their faces. Their packs look heavy, adorned with military-type gear and automatic rifles slung across their chests. A few yards away is a doorless Jeep, supposedly their way of coming into the valley.

You take your binoculars away from your face. “Looks like… four klicks out.”

Logan grunts, gesturing for the binoculars. You hand them over, and he brings them up to his eyes. He adjusts the focus wheel and finds the men through the lenses.

SEE, Logan signs. THREE?

“Yeah,” you say. “I didn’t see anyone else. And I doubt the valley could hide another man from me.”

Logan shifts how he’s kneeling as he takes the binoculars away from his face, crushing locoweed beneath his boot. You find yourself faintly wondering if watering them with blood would throw off their blooming season, given how little water they’re used to. You find yourself not really caring.

Instead, you take off your pack and lay it on the ground. Once you’ve double-checked everything, you start to assemble the Lynx sniper rifle you’ve been carrying for the entirety of this assignment. Once you affix the suppressor, you prop up the bipod close to the edge of the lookout.

You lay on your stomach and set the recoil pad against your inner shoulder, trying to ignore the rocks digging into your front. When you look through the scope, all you see is the pseudo-barren sands of the valley. You feel Logan pull on the material of your shirt, prompting you to aim a little more left.

You see the men’s feet first, then you move so you can see their entire bodies. They’re talking, gesturing at the water in the basin – possibly arguing whether the water is worth the risk of drinking. You wouldn’t be surprised, given the weather.

You click your radio on. “This is Resol-Dos. We’ve found the suspected trio. Requesting permission to engage.”

“Nice of you to finally fuckin’ check in, kid,” Rorke’s voice comes through the radio and into your earpiece. “Permission granted.”

“Firing. Standby,” you say, your voice flat. You put your finger back in the pistol grip and breathe in, then out.

You squeeze the trigger, and the bullet rips through the leftmost man’s throat, spraying his companions with blood. He clutches at his neck as he’s thrown backwards. The other two men react immediately, grabbing their guns and looking for the source of the crack of gunfire.

You don’t give them the time to find you. Another bullet is fired, and digs into the man in the middle, finding a home in his chest. You fire another round, and he collapses.

The last man standing fires aimlessly, hoping to hit something. He’s panicking (righteously so), and he’s swiveling his head around as he tries to find the glint of your scope. You fire, and he stumbles back, clutching his gut as he continues firing. You silence him with a bullet to the chest.

You pull away from the scope after a second and click your radio on. “Suspected trio has just been taken down. Requesting permission to confirm kills.”

Rorke’s voice comes through the radio and into your earpiece again. “Yeah, go ahead.”

You sit up and start disassembling the rifle. “Check your guns. We’re going down to check the bodies.”

Logan pulls the clip out of his Bizon and confirms that there’s no issues as you pack up. The only evidence both of you leave behind are crushed flowers and five spent bullet casings.

It’s an hour-long hike down to the Badwater bodies. They haven’t moved, which… is to be expected. All three of them are laying in a mass puddle of blood.

“Go check the Jeep,” you tell Logan. “I’m gonna check the bodies.”

You kneel by the leftmost man. His blood is clotted, but still stains his keffiyeh from when the wound was fresh. You pull the fabric down. You grab his chin and move his face side-to-side. You don’t recognize him.

You stand and check the other bodies. You don’t recognize any of them.

“Logan,” you call. “Come check these.”

Logan grunts and moves over, his eyes flitting over the dead men’s faces. He shakes his head.

“Fucking seriously?” You mumble under your breath. You click your radio on. “Bodies are not Ghosts. Repeat, no Ghosts have been eliminated.”

“The info was bad?!” Rorke shouts, peaking the audio. “Christ! Someone’s gonna get their ass handed to ‘em. Take pictures and get back to base.”

“Understood.” You click your radio off. “Lo, find the car keys. Rorke says to take pictures.”

Logan kneels and begins rifling through the men’s pockets and packs as you pull out a compact camera. You line up the shot and take a few pictures – one of the corpses, one of each of the men’s faces, and one of their packs and their gear.

After a minute, Logan holds up a ring of car keys, jingling them. You hum in response, pocketing your camera before heading for the Jeep. He hops in the driver’s seat while you get in the passenger’s side, setting your pack at your feet.

You set your foot on the edge of the Jeep where the door would normally be and check behind you. Logan starts the car and puts it in drive as you continue looking.

He taps your arm, then draws two fingers across your skin, silently asking what’s wrong. You sigh. “Just checking we’re not being followed. It’s a wide-open valley, after all. And those gunshots would’ve been heard by anyone around.”

Logan takes a deep breath and rests his hand on the steering wheel again. He manages to creak out, “Storm.”

“Yeah. I can smell it, too,” you say. You adjust yourself so that you’re sitting in your seat properly, facing ahead. “Make tracks. We have a mole to find.”

Something’s on the horizon. It’s not just the ozone of the storm you can smell – something’s going to happen. Something big… something bigger and more terrible than the storms of The Divide.

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ghostsbimbo · 11 months

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the boys & hearing a song from your phone on shuffle a/n: nsfw songs ahead <3 ur welcome. tw: some songs contain heavy subjects such as rape.

simon "ghost" riley - good lookin' by dixon dallas

He's bouncing off my booty cheeks, I love the way he rides I can hardly breathe when he's pumping deep inside I kiss him on his neck and then he kisses on my bussy Call him "Daddy" while I holler Man, that boy so damn good looking (looking, looking)

He has a thousand yard stare as you try to contain your laughter at the song. you love this song, and the artist in general. You originally found him when he was just doing rap, his name being iamjakehill. you completely embraced both the pop punk (ur pretty) project & the country project of his. and now, you're showing your lieutenant one of his very gay masterpieces, despite the artist being a very straight man.

könig - dana dan by bloodywood

Not all men, yes, all men Need all men for what we're solvin' Can't be what it's been but we're evolvin' You see for yourself now get involved in Talking all in, do more, boy, it's a war Chainsaw to the dead weight, leave it raw Bloody galore as we clean out the core Yeah, we do it for her, so we kick in the door

he definitely looked up the lyrics, meaning behind the song, and translation as soon as it was over, and with that he found a new band to listen to. listen, the dude may basically be a war criminal [ they all fuckin are, lets admit it ] but he sure as hell would fucking destroy a rapist as soon as he had the opportunity. all of them would.

john price - i threw glass at my friend's eyes and now I'm on probation by destroy boys

But fuck you! You're so old, dude! Like seriously, what do you think you're doing? Your hands are so big and you're so tall, wow! You know, I kinda wish I had let you do that one thing that one time But in retrospect, it would've been a bad idea 'cause You don't care about me like I care about you so I feel bad

man, this dude felt this song was a personal attack on him. yes, y'all had an age gap, but you needed to assure him he was perfectly fine, and you just liked the song because of trauma prior to meeting him. being a kid/teenager with unmonitered internet access really fucked you up, buddy.

keegan p. russ - chokehold by sleep token [ cover by will ramos ]

So show me that which I cannot see Even if it hurts me Even if I can't sleep Oh, and though we act out of our holy duty to be constantly awake

to say he loved the dudes voice would be an understatement, and then to figure out it was a cover of a song and he heard the original? the man was offended you kept will ramos, his band lorna shore, and the band sleep token from him. his phone would end up being filled with both bands discography.

kyle "gaz" garrick - to the hellfire by lorna shore

Accept this descent into the night Releasing your grasp to induce separation Plunged into the shadows Lost in sensation, we're free falling down into the everblack Can you feel it? These pins and needles

He got scared. He also wondered how you could understand what the guy was saying the whole time. He got VERY confused when the pig squeals started - confused enough to ask if they had a pig in studio. You laughed and explained that no, the vocalist that was screaming - Will - did it all himself. It then lead to you info dumping on the genre of music as a whole.

johnny "soap" mactavish - pisces by JINJER

No promises I ever give Don't rely on me and I won't deceive The beginning or the end you can't tell When I wave my fin and shake my tail I grew in different normality With unblamable morality Hooks and nets are there for me But I'm skittish

The soft voice is what got to him, his eyes going wide when he heard the screaming. He didn't believe you at first when you told him the woman singing was also the one screaming, too. - "No fuckin' way is that a bonnie doin' that." - so you pulled up the song on youtube, and then also pulled up a few live videos of the band, too. He believed you after a few videos, and may have gotten a little jealous when you said she causes you to have a MAJOR gay panic. You also state you wish you had the same amount of talent as her, especially with the screaming.

#.txt #call of duty #cod mwii #mwii #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #keegan p. russ #könig #rat writes

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a-wa-c · 3 months

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Before I can make any moves on a Dread Mob - and that big, beautiful Stompa - I have to get my long awaited tank column up and running.

That requires three things:

Assemble all core tanks. 3 Leman Russ Battle Tank kits, 3 Leman Russ Demolisher kits, and a Baneblade.

Magnetise all the kits. Turret and Sponson weapons for the Russ kits. Not going to octoblade the Bane, but I will set it up so I can use a full set of one of the sub-varients.

Paint them. Gonna go with my usual rusted look, like what I did for my droids, but then some additional camo over the top. Maybe some dazzle patterns in orange or yellow.

This is the start of one of the Battle Tanks:

#miniature painting #warhammer #painting miniatures #tabletop miniatures #warhammer 40k #mini painting #astra militarum #tanks #leman russ tanks #imperial guard #magnetising

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anchesann0 · 1 month

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Tadase is actually a Type 3 Enneagram

Hear me out.

In my last post (now deleted), I thought Tadase was a Type 2 Helper. Caring, supportive of others, gentle, etc. However when I rewatched the arc when he nearly lost Kiseki, his upbringing, and his motivations and fears, I realize he suited another Type much more.

The Type 3 Achiever.

Type 3 Achievers are motivated to be successful and fear being worthless/ unable to live to up to ideals. According to the Wisdom of the Enneagram by Don Richard Russo and Russ Hudson, Type 3s' form of success often are defined by their family, culture, or social sphere. This often makes them the "Golden Child" and often takes on roles in leadership to uphold this idea of success (which greatly correlates to why he's the King's chair).

Tadase's childhood and upbringing actually emphasizes this quite heavily.

In the book, it's stated that Type 3s, at an early age, learn what activities or actions were valued by peers and parents. Type 3s place their energies into cultivating these values for a sense of validation.

Type 3s often have a deep emotional bond with a guardian figure in their lives that they respect, often hoping for validation from this specific person. This leads to their subconscious trying to live up to these expectations from said guardian.

As part of the heart/shame triad, there is a desire of being loved, but feeling that he needs to earn it. Type 3s do it by upholding the world's definition of success & achievement.

This can be seen in how Tadase's grandmother and father prized good morals and were incredibly direct about what they want Tadase to become. Tadase seems to try to live up to his grandmother's expectations the most out his other guardian figures in his life. He keeps her calligraphy of "Ambition" in his room to motivate him and gives her flowers whenever he can.

However, in the Type 3s pursuit of values that others reward, they "lose" touch with who they are, questioning what they value or if they are living up to the expectations other set for them, much like Tadase's case when he doubts whether he can become stronger and live up to his grandmother's expectations. It is due to this doubt that he falls for the temptation of the Black Diamond CD that slowly corrupts Kiseki into an X-egg.

Another reason why he is Type 3 core is because of his core sin of "Self- deceit." Each Enneagram Type have a capital sin that they accidentally partake in. Utau's type 8 is the "lust" for strength, doing whatever it takes to get it, even if it means trampling others to have it. For Type 3s, it's deceiving oneself.

Type 3s convince themselves that they live up to this "Idealized image" and hide their insecurities of inadequacy. Kiseki is his idealized image of a strong person and this difference made Tadase feel that he did not deserve Kiseki.

This self-deceit is really evident in Tadase. He deceives himself into believing that he's not strong enough when in reality, it was his kindness that was the mark of a true king that people would follow.

He's deceived himself into believing that Amu and Amulet Heart are two separate entities. And he crushes on his "Ideal" version of Amu. (In a sense, this raises the debate other whether he liked Amulet Heart or wanted to be that ideal. In his own words, he said: "I've never met a a girl that cheerful, bright and strong.")

But nonetheless he often pursues the ideal, even in others. This is unfortunately & incredibly evident in how he views people negatively too. Such as...

Tadase unfortunately deals with Ikuto by the negative ideal image Tadase has of Ikuto.

Which brings me to his character arc and development to growth.

Stress to nine: In Tadase's pursuit of becoming stronger (which he deems as success), he creates stresses and conflicts within himself. This stress causes him to become complacent instead of continuously working to become who he wants to be. He had previously challenged his shy self to stand in front of crowds or get into fights to prevent it. However, when stressed, Tadase was ready to take the unhealthy 9s path of avoidance, avoiding the issue, letting them grow worse.

Back to 3: The way Kiseki is saved is having Amu remind him that the side he believes is weak (his kind side) is actually his strength. The acknowledgement of his own efforts and growth aren't tossed aside and this helps lead to his self-actualization:

Growth to 6: One of the other arcs that challenges Tadase is his confrontation to Ikuto after learning that Ikuto had been secretly staying with Amu, his crush. However, with proper support, Tadase was able to unlock (no pun intended) the path to Type 6. Having goals that transcend personal interest, bias, or deceit to face the difficult truth.

This is really interesting because he was always on the path to healthy 6 habits of thinking of others and committing to something bigger than himself, however he couldn't get there all the way until he really overcame... well, himself.

He does share Type 2 qualities, but I think I can say with confidence that he is Type 3 wing 2, sharing qualities and desires of both.

#shugo chara #enneagram #shoujo #tadase hotori

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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MultiVillains x AFAB!Reader || Smexcerpts

Plots & Warnings/Tags: This is a present for one @darlingpassion ! So these are some of their favourite characters! XD Happy (southern hemisphere) Birthday pal! ^^ This is kind of your Year of Smut, no? With the birth of your amazing smut blog? XD So I figured this was an apt gift! Haha XD I hope you enjoyyy! XDD ^^

Mr Scroop x Crewmate!Reader: Scroop will take you whenever he pleases. || Slightly Dubious Consent+Rough Sex+Use of 'Slut'.

Professor Ratigan x Inexperienced!Reader: Ratigan’s a very intelligent man and he is versed in a great many things… most of which, he can teach. Not least of all, the sensual arts~ || Dirty Talk+Grinding.

Russ (The Driller Killer) x Sleepy!Reader: You’re exhausted already from rounds 1 and 2- but Russ is full of energy. Don’t worry, he’s got this! || Marathon Sex+Overstimulation+Pussy eating.

Tags: @disney-android-foundation , @marinerainbow , and @ryantryan6969 . Thank you so much for reading! ^^

Mr Scroop:

You shouldn't have been doing this. Anyone could walk into the cabin and see you both; What you were doing. They could peak their head around the corner because they heard the sound of banging against wood, and very clearly get a view Mr Scroop's huge, terrifying alien cock slamming steadily into you. But the way Scroop had been watching you for the whole hour before this (Like he was mad at you, like he wanted to use you and break you) had gotten you so worked up- and you couldn't fight the way you felt when he grabbed you like this and growled at you and breathed on you- and-

"Ah- " The loud, breathy sound flies out of you when Scroop thrusts into you particularly deep and rough, dragging his thick, ridged cock against your hyper-sensitive clit. When he hears that sound he doesn't come out again immediately, staying there deep inside you for a moment, grinding his lap into your singing clit- before sliding out once again and, with a growl, starting to absolutely pound into you again. "Sc- Scroop!- " You shouldn't be doing this, though! You can hear the others outside!, you can clearly hear Silver's best Bar Fight story!-

He breathes in deep, out-of-breath from fucking you so rough. From needing you so badly. "Shut up, sslut."

That makes you keen, turning your head and squeezing both your eyes closed and the material of his vest . Your hips twitch, the overwhelming pleasure of this; Getting taken rough by a monster alien on the floor, with the door open for the whole crew to find you. Although your cunt squeezes him, and your clit cries each time that he has to pull out again in order to deliver another powerful thrust, and your precum is making a mess all over him, you take a deep breath in order to try and protest once more. "... - "

He beats you to it, leaning down toward your face and sneering. "Sslut, if you ssay another word... "

"I'm going to tie your mouth sshut... "

Professor Ratigan:

When Ratigan gave you that full, sharp smirk of his you immediately felt a heat begin to form in the pit of your belly. Letting go of that strand of your hair he was twirling around his finger, he moves away from your cold and nervous body, to his 'throne'. With a sigh, he takes his seat and a moment to gather himself - excitement evident in the tent in his nice pants, - , before turning his piercing and dangerous gaze back towards you. He gives you a smile that's almost warm. "Now, poppet, come over here."

Shyly you walk up to him, eyes widening when he wordlessly and daintily taps his knee with the tip of one sharp finger; That almost-kind smile turning smug.

"Um- "

"Pet, it will be easier for us all if you just... do as I say, hm?~"

... Right. Face warm, you step up and straddle both of Ratigan's thighs, his whole lap, but keep yourself a safe distance from his... 'friend'.., even though your core throbs and aches just to sit on it. After that, though? You have no clue. That's what you need him for; He'll tell you what to do.

"Good, now," He gives a dirty chuckle, beady eyes gliding all over your nervous form on his lap, "Don't be shy. you'll want to come a little closer, no? Heheh... Get comfortable, my pet~ "

"... Uh- " Swallowing, you nod. "Yes sir." This seems to make his grin broaden if possible, being called 'sir', like that, and you make a mental note of it. Carefully you inch down his broad thighs until you're sat squarely on his very, very hard 'friend'. He throbs underneath you, hot and heavy, and your mouth falls open at the feel; Ratigan's gaze slipping towards the motion.

"Perfect, dear Y/N. Next is truly the good part, I find, and I think you'll agree~ Begin to roll your lovely hips for me, hm?~" As soon as you start, he lets out a hot, guttural groan; Fully enjoying the feeling of your heated pussy lips grinding slowly up and down his shaft; Despite the clothes you both still wear. "Hmmm,"

And- it does feel good. It feels so good. And dirty (Again, despite your clothes still being on!). It feels hot, and fulfilling, but also teasing... like its not quite enough... You start to grind your hips with a little more pressure, feeling his twitching, bunched up cock thoroughly with your cunt. Ratigan loses his patience also very quickly, and puts his hands on your hips- using his strength to rock you roughly against each other.

When he starts to growl, his sharp teeth bared, you know he's close; Because so are you. You lay your hands carefully on his shoulders and use him for momentum- when- finally-

A feeling of absolute euphoria washes through you roughly and a substance fills up Ratigans pants.

He's panting, even as he smirks and watches you come down from your lovely high. "... now pet, we, "Huff. "move onto lesson two; The clean up. If you'll just... get down on your knees... "

Russ / Driller Killer:

"Wow!... " Russ pipes up, only moments after your second orgasms. Are you surprised? No. Well, you shouldn't be. You actually are, a little. How is not exhausted??

Oh, right. He's not human.

Anyway-

"Yea, yep, that was pretty... wow, haha." You giggle, rolling over onto your front in order to look down at him; His head just below now. "I know I'm asleep... I have to be, to see you, but... I'm wrecked. Can you sleep inside a dream??"

"I don't know, baby. But!- " Now he rolls over, pushes himself up off the mattress and hangs over you. He flashes you one of those devastating, wicked grins. "No time for that, anyway... I still got a few rounds in me- and I got my eye on you, doll~... "

... Immediately, you let out a laugh. "Ha! You think I can go anymore?? Russ- " Rolling over once again and plopping onto your back; Messy sex hair flying around your head on the lovely soft dream-pillows. "I can barely move."

With a slow, ridiculously sexy smirk, your boyfriend leans over you; His hands on either side of your head and his face just above yours. "I can do all the moving for us, wildcat!... I'm good at that."

"Goodluck pulling another orgasm out of me- I think my body has shut down."

At this, Russ looks thoughtful; Tilting his head. "... are you challengin me, sweet thing?"

This makes you laugh again, throwing an arm over your face and sighing. "No, just- " You're cut off by the sound of him shifting positions, and before you can even look, you feel his hands on your thighs and his breath on your poor, used folds and suddenly your eyes snap open wide. Oh!-

"Gimmie a sec here sweetness- I'm about to break a fucken record." After you've removed your arm from your face so you can look down and see him, he winks at you. "And don't be afraid to pull on my hair, eh?"

... In responce, you just go ahead and thread your fingers through his perfect black hair. Like, okay. Fine. Go ahead- but goodluck with that.

Russ doesn't start out slow. He doesn't have a 'slow' mode, not unless his cock is 9 inches deep and you're begging him (THEN he has a slow mode, of course), and quickly gets to it; Like he's absolutely ravenous for your sweet cunt. Like its his food source.

He wraps his lips around your soft, puffy folds, making your hips wriggle at the over-stimulation (After all he had already pounded you and ripped out an orgasm from you twice), and starts drawing thick, rough stripes up your pussy lips. He moans and you tug at his roots, feeling the tell-tale signs of an orgasm building already- somehow.

He continues to dine on your slick, and his cream still leaking out- even going so far as to use his thumbs and pull you open for him so he can delve in deeper, fuck you deep and dirty. His mouth is hot and makes you want to arch your hips up, and his tongue is strong; breaking your resolve.

It takes less than 2 minutes to draw a ringing orgasm out of your filthy, used cunt and then he's all worked up again.

He's shoving his cock back into you and wrapping your legs back around his waist before you've even come down from your high again.

#wow it feels like i haven't written actual smut in a while 😅#also about russ- no i havent seen spm yet 😅😅 i tried though!! XDD i hope he's in character 😅#MultiVillains x Reader Smexcerpts #MultiVillains x Reader #MultiVillains #Russ (Driller Killer) x Reader #Russ (Driller Killer)#Driller Killer Russ #Professor Ratigan x Reader #Professor Ratigan #Mr Scroop #Mr Scroop x Reader #Smut #Happy Early Birthday!

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