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#i can barely look in the mirror i can't stand seeing my own body i just wanna fucking kill myself so i don't have to look at it anymore
wonryllis · 17 days
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☆ MY PRETTY DOLL ! ( enhypen hyung line reaction to you in a lingerie )
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╰ 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾.
𝒏o𝓉ℯs. enhypen losing their sanity 𖥔 ݁ SMUT MDNI, requested fem!reader LIB? word count ` 1074 PLS REBLOG!!
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𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚
"my pretty little slut, you did this on purpose didn't you?" heeseung's fingers thrust in and out of you at an animalistic pace. the wet sounds echoing in the room, adding onto the arousal of watching yourself on the mirror. you back rests against his chest as he holds your legs apart with his own. one hand fingering the fuck out of you and the other grip your throat to force you to keep your eyes at the vulgar image infront.
"falling asleep on my bed with this on, baby you're so dirty and desperate," he grunts at the lewd sight, mentally drooling over the scene of you trying to push your hips forward to meet his fingers when he slows down a bit.
heeseung swears he almost stopped breathing when he came across you passed out on top of his covers, dressed in the prettiest lingerie. more like pretty you making the lingerie look so pretty. the thought of you waiting in his room like that to give him a surprise fueling his inner sex demons. feeling more turned on than ever. grinning sheepishly over his intentions.
"come on now, ride me baby," his arms hook around you as he manhandles you onto his lap. carressing your trembling thighs and slapping your pussy. he rests his palms on the bed, watching you struggle to put his cock inside after all the edging he put you through. cooing at your whiney protests to let you cum, cute and pathetic and hot. so cruel but you loved it and he knew you loved it.
𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚
"fuck baby, i can see your pussy from here," jay groans, feeling his dick twitch hard in his pants. the sleep lolling him from the previous night he spent gaming, immediately vanishing. he is so wide awake right now, orbs bulging out at the sight of you twirling in the middle of his room, showing off the lingerie you just got, for him.
it barely covers your ass, and it barely— wrong it does not cover your pussy at all, he can see it so clearly he thinks he'll grow crazy. frozen in his seat, gulping at every thought that comes to his mind, things he'd do to you right now.
"is it pretty?" you ask, looking at him with doe eyes, he feels he'll bust a nut right then and there. his cock throbs with anticipation as he gets up from the chair, walking over to where you stand. his hands gently brush against everywhere, taking his time to admire your look, trying to imprint the image of it in his brain. "jayyy, do i look pretty? do you like thi—"
"yes baby, so so pretty. so fucking pretty," he's immediately grabbing you by the waist and throwing you on the bed. impatient all of a sudden as he rips the pathetic thread of a panty and shoving down his pants, thrusts his impossibly hard dick so rough into you, it's like he lost control. you drive him batshit crazy and jay doesn't know if it's good or worse that you fucking know it and use it to get what you want.
𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡
"give me a little show, princess," jake's hands twitch with desperation, so restless to touch you. though the need to savour the sight of you in that racy lingerie is strong he can't help but be seated, tense and aroused, eyes locked on your figure.
"shit, you're beautiful," the way the lace hugs your skin with the little sneak peaks of skin showing him exactly what he wants to see but not entirely what he wants to see and it makes feel feral.
"won't you touch me?" you whine sultrily, and jake feels like a hybrid in rut, his body heating up beyond sane, dick throbbing every other second, feeling hyper aware of his surroundings and possibilities of all that he could do to and with you. he pulls you against him lips landing on yours in an instant, the messiest kiss you have ever shared, rushed and gasping for breath. there's just so much he wants to do right now he can't seem to decide what to start with, malfunctioning poorly.
"fuck, jake," yet he finds it in him to begin with rubbing you over your pretty panties, quick circles with his fingers pressing hard against your sensitive folds,"yes baby, gonna make you feel so good," he pushes you to lay on the edge of the bed before forcing your legs far apart in a snap. getting on his knees and leaving fluttering kisses on you inner thighs. shoving your panties aside and diving in to eat you out at once. from kitten licks to lapping at your slick, from tiny kisses for a tease to lips harshly sucking at your engorged clit. jake was absolutely crazed.
𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡
"sunghoon! what are you doing!" you squeal, squirming in place as sunghoon suddenly grabs you from the corridor into his dark room, and cornering you against his desk roughly pulls your oversized shirt(his shirt) up. door slightly ajar, an open chance for anyone to peak in.
"couldn't help but wonder if you're still wearing it," he whispers, hands fondling your breasts harsh and sloppy over the lace material. just an hour earlier, while he was out with jay you sent him a picture of you dressed in the most gorgeous set of lingerie ever. looking so innocently sexy he felt his breath knocked right out of him, dick hard and leaking in the middle of the mall.
"mhp— they'll h-hear us," but that is least of sunghoon's concern right now, they have heard him fuck you before, multiple times. all he cares about is that you're here, putty in his arms, adorning the hottest thing you have ever worn, fabric barely covering your intimate parts. just touching you like this makes him feel so high on cloud nine, the rush of pleasure in your little whimpers and moans trying to be quiet. nothing is more important than this.
"let them hear, fuck you're so damn pretty i'll cum just from this," his breath is ragged, fast and shuttering as he watches your face contort into the prettiest of expressions while his hand stuffed in your panties, plays with your pussy. fingers switching between flicking and pinching at the little bud and plunging into your slicked hole in slow thrusts.
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Miguel's Personal Hairdresser
*wavy/curly haired, dilf, dad bod! Miguel propaganda!! Miguel is literally 40, i do not even care*
"I look like a neglected dog, baby." Miguel stares into the mirror, ruffling the grown out undercut that cascaded down his neck before huffing in annoyance.
"Noooo, I love your hair, Miggy! You look so handsome, you CAN'T cut it... those men at the barbershop always mess it up, they don't know how to do it." You whine, rushing into the bathroom where your older boyfriend is grabbing at the slightly frizzed waves framing his masculine face.
"¿En serio? They don't know how to do their jobs, baby?" Miguel smirks, glancing down at your tempered form as you begin opening and closing drawers frantically, pulling out a plethora of products.
"I think I've been going to Mateo since before you were even born..."
"Okay, you are NOT that old."
...
Miguel never paid too much mind to his hair... he just didn't care. Not until he met you, at least.
You couldn't care more, always resorting to brushing back stray whisps when cuddling with him, wrapping a tighter wave around your finger, watching it unravel.
Miguel didn't truly understand how much you loved his hair until you almost fell to your knees one particularly hot summer, after he swore he was gonna shave it all off.
...
"You're taking such good care of me sweetheart." Miguel hums as you massage at his damp hair, gently untangling his thick hair.
"Only the best for my man." You smile as he slightly readjusts his broad body in the stiff kitchen chair you dragged into the bathroom, pudgy arms crossed across his chest. His sharp but smiley eyes follow your movements as you section his hair off, the hair clip barely latching onto the small amount of hair you separate. You feel him tense under you as you reach towards the hair scissors resting on the counter.
"You have to trust me, Miggy. Do you trust me?"
"Mm course I do, baby."
...
Miguel laughs in response to you telling him to stand up, readjusting the skeletal-like chair (that was making his plump ass way too sore) away from the mirror as to not "ruin the surprise". As you re-situate, Miguel quickly glances down at the tiled floor, secretly breathing a sigh of relief when he doesn't see his entire head of hair resting at his feet.
Grabbing his soft stomach, you walk him back to the chair, patting his hip to have him sit down before you pump a dime of curl cream into your hands, smoothing it through his hair and finger coiling some especially droopy waves. Miguel rests his eyes as he feels your fingers dancing all around his head, completely releasing the weight of his head into your hands when you scrunch his strands up to the crown of his head, face heating up when you kiss his forehead.
"Sooo handsome... you're so pretty, Miggy. " You hum and Miguel swears he's seeing stars. Hearts pounding in sync, Miguel pulls you closer by the waist, thick hands skimming up and down your sides before he slightly lifts up your top, cranning his neck to press his lips to the exposed skin. He feels so sleepy, so intoxicated, and you can tell. His eyes slump in on themselves, half shut as he dreamily stares up at you. Your touch was putting him to sleep, like a big, strong baby.
"I'm almost done... and you look very dapper." You giggle, releasing his curls as you move to grab your diffuser.
...
"Ahhh, okay, okay!! Baby, you look soooo good! Tell Mateo to move over, I'm taking his chair."
Miguel chuckles as your excited hands block his vision, feeling you shake and jump out of pure pride.
"Okay! Three, two, one, tada!!!!!" You gasp, almost in surprise of your own skill as Miguel grabs his glasses off of the counter and pushes them onto his face.
"Maybe you're right baby, poor Mateo... you're gonna put him outta buisness." Miguel leans towards the mirror, smiling in astonishment at how curly his hair can really be when nourished.
"You like it?" You hug his chubby side as he continues studying himself.
"I do, baby. I love it. You really worked your magic on me, huh? Thank you bebe."
...
"Do you think you could dye this?" Miguel's question catches you slightly off-guard, making you turn to look at him as he sits on the couch. There he is, your big, beautiful man absent-mindedly twirling a unique wave around his finger as he read a comically large novel. The strand lacked the color of the rest of his dark-chesnut hair, marking his many years of being, simply put, human. It layed against his tan forehead, isolated and bold.
"Why would I do that?" Your shocked tone tears his attention away from his book, furrowed brows forcing a small laugh from his throat.
"Well... don't you think it makes me look... old?"
Unsure of himself, feeling silly, he mumbles almost to himself as he returns to his book.
"Aye, put the book down. You know how beautiful you are?" You sit yourself on his lap, holding onto his cheeks as he places his book mark into the inner spine of his book. You feel him softly chuckle against you.
"I'm serious." You reiterate, face stoic.
"I'm very lucky to have you. So good to me... I just hope you know I can keep up with you." Miguel smirks, covering up his slight slip of insecurity, both of his hands encasing your hips.
"Mhmm... why don't you remind me?"
Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo
Gotta get back into it, feeling so rusty 😫
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Mirror sex with him but you're insecure
Gn!reader, fluff, suggestive themes, suggested mirror sex, fluff, insecure about body/face
yeah I'm projecting but it's okay
It’s now edited and proofread if you notice changes :)
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He grabbed your hand gently, startling you out of your focus. You looked up at him, curious.
"What's up?" you asked, putting down your project to free you attention and your other hand. He seemed nervous, so you knew he had something he wanted to ask you. He had this quirk about being nervous asking you for something new, or for anything that would fulfill your role as a lover.
"I... Can you... I want to show you something." he finally muttered out. You cocked your head, but stood willingly and followed him to your shared room. Your eyes had to adjust to dark room, lit only by strategically placed candles that highlighted the bed. You noticed he had slightly rearranged the room, placing the free-standing mirror at the foot of the bed. You furrowed your brow in confusion.
"You moved the mirror by the bed?"
He nodded, avoiding your gaze.
"For now. Look above too."
You flicked your eyes upwards, seeing the ceiling above the bed adorned with mirrored tiles. It clicked in your mind.
"Oh" you said quietly. Your face heated at the unspoken message. He wanted to see all of you when you were fucking. The pang of dread that froze your limbs must have shown on your face.
"Is it too much?" he said quietly. You shook your head. You trusted him to see your body, as was evident by the sheer number of times he's explored your body with his tongue, but...
"I just... I'll do it if you blindfold me. I get turned off when I see my own body, especially my face, in... those... what?"
He was staring at you, serious expression on his face. Normally you could read him like a book, but you couldn't discern the conflicting emotions on his face. Regret? Confusion? Disbelief? Anger?
You shifted nervously. He stepped forward, holding your hand delicately. It always melted your heart when he was soft with you like this, showing his vulnerability despite being so strong. You swallowed, avoiding his gaze out of shame. He lifted a finger to your chin, making you look at him. You met his piercing gaze hesitantly.
"Does it cross a boundary?"
You sighed, looking down as you thought. He gave you a moment to think.
"It... pushes it. I trust you with my body completely, and if you want to see all of me like that, then if you're slow with me, blindfold me, and... um... praise me... I'll get comfortable with it pretty quick."
His hand cupped your jaw, his thumb tracing gentle lines from your cheekbone to your ear. You leaned into it, loving when he held you like this. His lips met yours lovingly, gently.
"You don't like the way your body or face looks when we’re in bed?" he asked quietly. He sounded hurt. A pang of guilt clenched your heart.
"I... I love that my body keeps me going. That it provides me with energy and movement and allows me to do the things I can do. I respect it and try hard to keep it healthy. But... I just can't find myself attractive. I've tried. I just..." you sighed, frustrated that the depth of your emotions wouldn't come out with your stumbling words.
He shushed you gently, kissing you gently as he tried to convey the worship he had for both you and your body into his lips against yours. He pulled away, both of you slightly breathless.
"Hey now, you judging my taste?" he tried to joke. You snorted.
"Never. You like what you like, my love, and it's not up to me to say or think anything about it. That's why eventually I wasn't as shy when it came to... y'know."
He hummed. You glanced towards the mirror. You could just barely see his shoulder in it, and it gave you an idea. If you could see just him... well you wouldn't complain about the view. You could see where he was coming from.
"Do you want to try it?" he murmured as he ran his lips in butterfly kisses along your neck. Heat was pooling in your abdomen from the mere thought of seeing him in the mirror, but you couldn't have that without seeing yourself at the same time. But maybe... maybe you can work up to it.
"Yes. Blindfold me for now and we can work up to more. I want to see all of you when you're fucking me." Your lewd words drew a deep hum from his chest.
"That's my baby. So beautiful."
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Characters: Trafalgar Law, Ace, Sanji, Zoro (Op) Pro!Kirishima, Pro!Denki, Pro!Sero, (MHA) Nanami, Gojo (jjk), your faves
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Dirty Work 46
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.
Characters: Loki
Note: ugh i'm tiredddddd
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You stare in the mirror. Your nose is covered in bandages, your eyes swollen along the ridges, and your lip is puffy and split. Your makeup is ruined and your hair too. You are in tatters, the white dress rent to ruins.
Lapping water pours into the large porcelain basin as you lean on the counter, trying to see yourself under all the damage. After tonight, you don't think you'll be the same as you were. You thought before, you'd known the worst of it.
A new beginning and hopefully and ending.
Loki struts in behind you. He's slightly frantic in the way he paces restlessly around the suite. He goes to the tub, bending with a groan as he dips his fingertips in the water, testing the temperature. He adjusts the faucet and stands again.
His hairline is stained in blood and his face patched with dirt. He doesn't seem to notice as he comes up behind you. He looks at you in the mirror.
“You should wash up, get some rest,” he girds, “tomorrow we have long to go.”
“What about you?” You ask for what feels the dozenth time. 
“I'm fine,” he says despite the dark line of stitches through his brow, “I'm very fine.”
He's addled. You've never seen him anything close to unsettled. Not like this. You turn to face him and he shies away.
“I will let you clean up,” he says, “yes, yes, in the morning, I will retrieve the car and our bags…”
He floats back into the sweet and you hear him shuffling around, “...and we will drive away…”
He's almost manic as he rambles to himself. You stare after him. You leave the door open and slowly undress. As you graze the tender spots along your body, you wince.
Naked, you stare at the rising water. You look down at your body, slices along your limbs, scrapes across your skin, and a bite mark on your breast. You feel sick.
You lower yourself into the hot water but it can't cleanse you of the filth. The steam dampens your face as you lean back, closing your eyes. You're exhausted but the adrenaline lingers, keeping you awake.
He said you're leaving. You're going back home. His home. You're not sure you'll ever have one of those.
After a while, you do your best to scrub away the dirt and blood. You’re weak by the time you finish, barely able to lift yourself out of the tub. You emerge, hugging yourself in a towel as you go out into the suite. 
Loki paces, chewing his thumb as he goes back and forth, back and forth. He stops as he notices you. His lips clamp tight and he wordlessly grabs a white robe from the foot of the bed and unfolds it. He drapes it around you and takes the towel away. You tie the belt and cross your arms.
He pulls back the top of the pure white duvet and steps back. You sit on the mattress as he returns to his route, corner to corner at the foot of the bed. You watch him.
“Mr. Laufeyson…” you murmur.
“Loki,” he stops and faces you, “Loki,” he nods vehemently. “You can call me that.”
“Loki,” you remind yourself, “you should… sleep.”
“No, you must,” he waves you off.
“Please,” you go to get up and he rushes to block you, he stands close to the bed.
“I’ll sleep, when you sleep,” he says, “lay down.”
You swallow. You pull your legs up onto the bed and make yourself recline. He’s making you nervous.
“I’m sorry,” You say, “that I broke the rules again. I should’ve stayed close-”
“No,” he shies away, twisting on his heel, “it was me. I broke the rules.”
“You–”
“I should’ve accompanied you to the stalls. I could’ve waited closeby,” he throws a hand up, “she would’ve never… he wouldn’t… I didn’t follow the rules. I broke the rules…” his voice rises, “it isn’t you. It’s me. I cannot make the same mistake twice.”
You don’t know what to say. No, it has to be your fault. It’s always your fault. You are the one who makes mistakes. 
He stops and lowers his head, fluttering his fingers along the stained front of his shirt. He peeks up through his dark lashes, “you know I didn’t… didn’t want her to do that.”
“What?”
“Sif,” he hisses, “I didn’t want to kiss her… I wanted to kiss you… when we were dancing…” he looks away wistfully, “when I saw you in that dress…”He staggers as if he’s been struck, “sleep, pet.”
“But you…”
“Enough,” his voice deepens.
“I can’t sleep, not if you don’t.”
He shrugs and plays with the loose tail of his shirt, “I’m filthy.”
“Go, take a shower, you’ll feel better.”
“I won’t,” he avows, “not until we are gone from here.”
He turns and marches away, leaving the door open as he disappears into the bathroom. You cross your arms over the top of the duvet and sink into the fluffy pillow. You listen as the shower springs to life and let the tension drain from you. The soft buzz of the pipes puts you to sleep nearly as soon as you close your eyes.
When you wake, you feel heavy. The world comes back in fragments. The music, the dancing, running, falling in the dirt, Fossegrim’s shrill squawking, and a weight on top of you. You sit up, heart racing and look around. Then the rest, fleeing the house, the hospital, and finally the hotel.
You sidle to the edge of the bed. Loki isn’t there beside you. Your stomach plummets as you don’t see him anywhere. Did he leave you?
You get up and fix the loose robe around your figure. You near the bathroom door but a dark shape in the corner of your eye distracts you. There, on the sofa, Loki dozes, legs bent to fit, an arm under his head. You frown, wondering why he didn’t share the bed.
You look around and go to the long table against the wall. You flip the switch on the electric kettle and wait as it hums to a boil. You put a tea bag in each cup and pour the hot water. You take each by the handle and approach the low table before the couch, setting them on the thin coasters.
You round to the sofa and stop before Loki. His face is bruised, he sleeps in a robe as fluffy and white as your own, his hair askew but his face tense. You reach to gently squeeze his shoulder as you say his name.
One eye pops open and his green iris moves to look at you. He opens the other and shrugs you off as he sits up abruptly. You take a step back.
“I made tea,” you offer.
He looks past you to the table. He frowns. He frames his forehead then pushes back his dark hair. He stands and strides away from you. He doesn’t say a word as he escapes onto the balcony, pulling shut the sliding door behind him.
You shake and clutch the front of the robe. It’s worse than you thought. He’s mad. You expect as much. You know you’re going back to nothing. He probably won’t even let you past his front gate. Back to your father to grovel and if he won’t even have you, you suppose you might find a shelter.
You sit, not knowing what else to do, and take a cup of tea. You peer into the steeping depth and sniff. You hurt, from head to toe, but nothing is worse than the pit sinking deep in your chest.
The tea goes cold as you wait. When he comes back in, he dresses in his stained white clothing. You get up and put your cup down. You go to him and he sidles away.
“You must stay here,” he says as he skirts around you. He goes into the bathroom and you follow him, standing in the doorway as he uses the cheap hotel room comb to tidy his hair.
“Why?”
“Pet,” he puts the comb down and reaches for a plastic wrapped toothbrush. “You’ll be safe.”
It’s a kind lie. The one you tell when the truth has to wait. You slouch and inch back on your heel, “right.”
You retreat and walk numbly across the suite. You look out the large windows onto the city. Your head spins again. You should sit down but you don’t think you can stay still.
“I won’t be long,” he says as his keys jingle, “you may call down to the lobby, get something to eat. It’ll all be added to the bill.”
You don’t look at him, “thanks.”
He sucks in air as if he means to say something then lets it out, “not long at all.”
You stay as you are until he’s gone. The door closes, the lock beeping, and you nearly collapse. You wade over to the bed and flop onto it. You just want to sleep but your mind won’t stop.
Loki returns nearly an hour later. He offers a fresh set of clothes and not much else. No explanation, just a sense of urgency and evasive looks. You wonder what transpired at the Odinsons manor but you don’t dare ask. Did he tell them everything? Or nothing at all?
You check out of the hotel, his car waiting in the lot. You’re too tired to think anymore. The motion of the car soothes you and your achy body.
You peek over at him, his shoulders tense, his posture stiff, wondering how he can go on so easily. The bruises on his face, his reddened knuckles, and the blows you saw him take, it has to hurt.
You waver between consciousness and sleeping. The long hours lull you along with the silence. Time feels as if it’s standing still yet passes nonetheless. As he pulls up to the familiar gate, you grasp the interior of the door and sit up.
This is it. The final verdict. He drives inside as the gate rolls shut behind him. He turns off the engine and unbuckles his seat belt. He gets out first and as he struts around to your side, you do the same. You wait for his directive.
“Come.” That’s it. That’s all he says.
You follow him inside. Is this it? Will he tell you to pack your things and go? Perhaps he has a lecture for you, worthy only of those grim walls. You put yourself in danger, it’s your own fault, you’re just a stupid little maid.
Little maid…
Your skin crawls as you shake off the memory. You trail Loki upstairs and down the hall. He surpasses the study and the library, he leads you into the bedroom and you hesitate at the threshold. Oh, that must be what’s wrong. Thor touched you in ways only he should. You have to show him it meant nothing.
You touch his hand as you come close and he recoils. You’re breathless at the rejection. That’s not it either. Well, you don’t have much to take with you. You suppose you should get your things ready.
“The doctor says you need rest,” he speaks at last, “please.” He goes to the dresser and pulls a sleek nightgown out.
“Loki..” you eke out.
“Whatever you need, I can fetch. Of course, I will bring up the bags as well.”
“Loki,” you repeat.
“Some tea, oh, and that gas station junk will hardly suffice. You must have a proper meal–”
“Loki,” you say more firmly, “what’s going on?”
He shakes his head and looks away, “lay down.”
That’s an order. You lower your gaze and obey. That’s the only way you’ve ever made him happy and right now, he’s miserable. You go to the bed and take the nightie. He leaves, closing the door behind him.
You change and he returns not long after. As promised, he has the bags. He unzips yours and finds the volume gifted to you. He hands it over.
“I don’t know how much reading you feel like doing,” he says.
You thank him and slide your legs under the blanket. It does feel nice to relax. Better to be in one place. You lean into the pillows and hug the book. He brings over your laptop and opens it up. You blanch, horrified as he lets the desktop load.
He pulls up the brows and you watch his fingers flutter over the keyboard. You furrow your brow curiously as he navigates smoothly. He logs in and brings up a menu of titles.
“In case you desire something to watch,” he stands and angles the screen towards you, “keep your mind busy.”
“You’re leaving?” You ask.
“There is much to do,” he says, “we’ve been away a while.”
“The doctor said you too–”
“I’m fine,” he insists, yet again.
You relent. He won’t listen to you. It’s as if he barely hears a word you say. He’s so swept up in whatever storm is swirling in his head.
“If you need anything, you may send me a text,” he instructs, “but you will rest and you will go no further than the bathroom.”
“Yes, Mr– Loki,” you catch yourself.
“Very good,” he sets his shoulders and spins on his heel.
When he’s gone, you scroll through the titles on the screen. The colours make your head hurt. You choose a show you recognise, a British serial they used to play on the public channel. You turn down the brightness and close your eyes, listening to the low murmur of the dialogue.
You drift on a shallow wave, not quite awake or asleep. The world sways around you as the actors’ voices garble to a soothing hum. Despite the calm of the moment, your heart is uneasy. This won’t last. You will heal soon enough.
You catch yourself snoring and jolt yourself awake. You groan, stiffened from the tumultuous night and the long drive. Ugh, you need to pee.
You get up and relieve yourself. You take your time washing your hands and splash water on your face. It feels nice as your head rattles with each move. You’re thirsty. You come out into the bedroom, foggy as you shuffle around.
You go to the door. You’ll just sneak down and grab a glass. You can make it that far. The handle doesn’t turn. You jostle it, wiggling it, wrenching it, but it doesn’t turn. Huh?
You shake the door in the frame. Locked? Why? He can’t do this. He can’t lock you in like an animal. But he can for isn’t that what you are to him? Pet.
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uravitypng · 11 months
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𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐡𝐡, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞
pairing: atsumu miya x chubby reader
word count: 1.2k
contents: somno, dubcon (reader is asleep), unprotected sex, praise, needy atsumu, he's just absolutely smitten with you - minors do not interact !! this is under a cut because it's longer than 1k asdfghj (that was not intended originally)
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atsumu wakes up in the morning before you wake up and he's hard. it's a natural body function plus with your soft body wrapped around him who can blame him. atsumu blinks out the sleep in his eyes as he squeezes your body and brings you closer. these mornings are the perfect mornings for him, where he gets to watch you sleep and be close to you without you trying to hide away and get shy. he loves your cute face when you tell him off for looking at you to long but right now he gets to feast his eyes onto every single part of you.
atsumu brushes his thumb across your face, tucking your hair behind your ear as his thumb lingers on your lips. he can't help but smile as your body sinks more into his, seeking his body out and finding comfort in him even when you're asleep. this is meant to be just an innocent act but he can't help himself as he slowly pushes his thumb into your mouth, a groan filling the air as you enclose your mouth around him. his dick twitches as he feels your wet and warm mouth and he groans again as he decides he wants to have some fun.
he pulls his thumb out of your lips entranced by the string of saliva between your two bodies connecting. his other hand pushes up your tshirt, his tshirt, as he takes one of your breasts and plays with you. his thumb gently strokes your breasts, barely putting enough pressure and not touching you where you needed to be touched. he takes some amount of pity on you and pinches your nipple softly, making them pebble and shine with your own saliva. atsumu smirks as he grazes both your nipples making your breathing heavy.
he gets more greedy as he runs his hands as over your body, holding your plush stomach and kneading your thick hips. "fuck, yer so pretty sweetheart," atsumu whispers in your ear. he grinds his hips slowly, causing you to push back to him trying to get him to move more. atsumu grips hold of your hips making sure you don’t move in your sleep again and carries on gyrating, breathing heavily behind you. he can’t hold back anymore, he’s addicted to your body, your smell, the way you feel, you. he just needs to be in you. he can't hold himself back as he pulls off his minimal clothes he slept in slowly as not to wake you up.
he knows for a fact that you only wear one of his shirts to bed, you say they feel comfortable.
however, the first time atsumu asked you to wear some of his clothes you felt nervous and insecure, you knew that he loved you but you're bigger than him and you thought his clothes wouldn't fit the way he expected it to, it wouldn't drown you and make you look small, atsumu kept giving you those pleading eyes and you decided you would try it, just for him. you tried on one of his tshirts and refused to look in the mirror knowing you'd change your mind and take it off, you wanted to make atsumu happy. you both knew that even if you decided you didn't want to try it on he'd understand and still be happy because he's with you but you've never been one to go back on what you said so you refused to look at your reflection and find atsumu and stand in front of him. looking down, staring at the floor and twiddling your fingers you waited until you heard your boyfriends reaction.
"holy fuck," you turned you head up to see him as he tripped over the couch in his way to get closer to you, he caught himself but you couldn't help but smile, you were glad you tried on tshirt. "shit, holy fuckin' shit, only wear my clothes from now on, 'kay? ya look so fuckin' good sweetheart." you giggled as you felt his hands grab hold of your hips.
"don't i look a bit-" atsumu cut you off with a kiss grinning at you wildly, his pupils dilated and eyelids heavy.
"''m not gonna let anyone be mean to my girlfriend, not even herself." you giggled as atsumu unapologetically kept his eyes on your body. "god, ya look so hot, yer so beautiful. it clings to ya in all the right places sweetheart. fuck. i wanna fuck ya right now, can i? can i sweetheart? need ya s' bad."
after that day you were more comfortable wearing his clothes knowing how much he liked them on you and you only ever wear his clothes around the house now. they really were comfortable and they grew on you as atsumu always did assure you how hot you looked in them. so it really was beneficial right now as atsumu knew that there was now no barrier separating you both after he took off his clothes as he gently starts lifting and bending your knee. gingerly he pushes himself into you, making sure he doesn't hurt you. groaning for the third time tonight he presses even closer to you, trying to soak up more of your body heat and your soft body.
you start waking up and mumbling at the movement. "sshhh, sweetheart, go back to sleep f'r me, i've got ya, get some rest," he says while stroking your hair. you drift back off to sleep, comfortable in atsumu's arms as he gently thrusts in and out of you. you start making little pretty noises in your sleep and atsumu just needs to hear more. he kisses down your neck and soft jaw, anywhere that isn't covered by clothes he's got his mouth on, placing hot kisses all over you. he holds onto your sides and massages your breasts, teasing your nipples making you moan in your sleep causing him to smirk, he can't help himself to do it more.
he places one hand on your pudgy stomach as he watches your body softly jiggle in time with his movements as your body rolls are squished closer together as he bends your knee higher up to see your pretty pussy shallow his cock. he can't help but salivate at the sight. his thrusts get more deliberate as he gets closer to his climax, he grips your love handles and moves quicker, still trying to be considerate at not waking you up. he hears you mumble tsumu in your sleep and that pushes him over the edge, burying his cock into you as far as he can, spilling into you. he desperately needs to always feel your pretty plush body and right now is no different as he smiles at you as he closes his eyes, bringing you even closer to him and snuggling up together as he goes back to sleep for another couple of hours still inside of you.
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queeronaquest · 6 months
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Sweet & Spicy Wyll Headcanons (GN Reader)
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Author's Note: I need more Wyll. Every day. All the time. I'm romancing him on one of my playthroughs and it's definitely a slow burn but so worth the wait. He's adorable. Spicy below the cut~
Sweet
100% this man took in Yenna after the events of BG3. I'm convinced. Occasionally, she goes on adventures with her Uncle Halsin, but I think Wyll has always wanted to be a dad or at least can't stand the sight of anyone, especially a child, being so alone in the world. So she ends up being some mix of a daughter/little sibling to you guys.
As much as he wants to help his father heal the city, I think part of him still keeps him at arm's length for emotional safety, so I don't foresee him wanting to move back into the Ravengard home. He definitely visits and takes you and Yenna to see where he grew up, but I think it still holds a lot of hard memories there.
This means he finds you guys a small home on the outskirts of the city, close enough where he can be involved but still have his own place away from the madness of arguing city council members.
Loves to host holiday dinners for your group and everyone ends up laying anywhere and everywhere around the home. All the original group definitely takes comfort from sleeping near each other, so I can see everybody piling blankets and pillows in the floor, moving the couch of of the way to be near each other.
I think he would replace his sending stone eye with a glass one that is similar to his original color to have something of his old self to see when he looks in the mirror. I also think one of the reasons he put off being close to Tav, aside from being a romantic at heart, is so he could keep Mizora from witnessing any sort of intimacy and using it against him in the future before he got out of his pact.
Dates at the Elfsong, for sure. Likes going to visit all the people you met through the city. Taking Yenna with you guys when you go to visit Jaheira and her kids.
Dinners by candle light, babes. Obsessed with the way the light from the flames dance along your cheeks and the way your gaze warms at him over the table.
I feel like he enjoys domesticity, when you help each other around the house or when he cooks some recipes that Gale shared with him.
You guys baking and he sneezes and flour goes everywhere. The cake has to be remade now, but he could care less as he keeps you against the counter and presses kisses to your skin through the layer of flour.
A life with Wyll is a life of laughter. He loves to tell you jokes, but the thing is, these are jokes that he's heard in passing on the streets and he barely knows the punchline.
If you hear musicians in the street, he will always stop and pull you against him to dance. And absolutely dances in the rain. He'll stand with you in the pouring rain and take you against him, a hand on your lower back and the other holding your clasped hands between your bodies.
When he kisses you, he lingers there, forehead pressed to yours and just rests in your presence.
Spicy
Okay, so we already know he mentions bumps in unmentionable places after his transformation so 👀 keep that in mind.
Wyll Ravengard is positively ravenous. He has found his one true love with you and he cannot get enough.
Post the aforementioned candle lit dinner, he will stand up, blow out the candles, leaving the two of you in darkness. He comes behind you, reaching down to brush his fingers over your collar bones and help you out of your chair. When you kiss him, he helps you jump and wrap your legs around him and that man takes off for the bedroom.
As mentioned in Rolan's headcanons, the handlebar thing definitely applies here. Second dinner for him, he will spread your legs wide and feast~
Needs to hear you, how good he makes you feel. Whispers the dirtiest things you can imagine in your ear. Don't get me wrong, he's absolutely soft and precious, but now that he feels safe with someone, he wants to explore all the ways you can make each other feel bliss.
Likes to hold you against his chest if you bathe together post lovemaking. Kisses the back of your neck and helps you wash off. He's especially good with washing your hair, his fingers feel heavenly.
On that note, if you have longer hair and he's taking you from behind, he will grab a hold of it and tug as he pulls you back on his cock.
Not one for quickies so much, but it's definitely happened when you went to visit him while he works with the council so you could bring him lunch. It wasn't long before he'd pulled you into a spare room and put arcane lock on the door so he could bury his head between your thighs.
Quite obsessed with the way you take care of him in all forms & he's not afraid to beg. I envision his wrists tied together and you teasing him until he's whimpering for your touch.
Ensures you feel adored through every step. Worships your body and when he finishes, a mix of your name and hushed 'I love you's' stumble out of his mouth as his hips stutter.
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mariclerc · 2 months
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In your own skin | gr63
Summary: The moment doubts and criticisms of your body reappear, but you have a boyfriend who reminds you that you are perfect for him.
Warning: None, only George being such a sweetheart and a softie, insecure reader.
a/n: Writing this was very personal, as I often go through the same thing, I just wish I had a George to tell me how special I am. I hope you like it!! <3
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Soft moonlight spills through the window of the bedroom, illuminating the rumpled bed and the figure on it. Your boyfriend George, watches you with sleepy affection as you stand barefoot in front of the full-length mirror. The moonlight paints your figure in silver, outlining the curves you seem to find so objectionable.
“There, do you see it? It's just wrong... So wrong, like everything.” You said while whispering to yourself. “I wish I was someone else...”
You pinch your stomach, wincing at the soft flesh. George stirs on the bed, his brow furrowing.
“Wrong? What's wrong, honeybunch?”
He throws off the covers and pads over to you, his bare feet silent on the cool floor. He cups your face in his hands, turning you towards him. Your eyes flit away from his gaze, but he lifts your chin gently, forcing you to meet his warm blue eyes.
“Everything George, just... I mean, look at me... My stomach, it's all... puffy. My thighs, they're like tree trunks. My hips are so big, they stick out and make me look strange... And my chest, it's flat as a board.” You whispered as you sobbed a little. “I feel so strange in my own body.”
You said practically crying your eyes out, a flicker of pain crosses George's face, quickly replaced by a soft smile. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek.
“Hey, hey! Stop that princess... Don't talk about yourself like that, you're incredible.”
His hand trails down your torso, fingers brushing over the curve of your waist.
“Your thighs? They hold you up, they let you run like fire. Your chest... those aren't boards, baby. They're perfect for fitting right here. Your hips? Oh damn, your hips... They're the ones I like to hold when we're doing... You know.”
He pulls you against him, resting his chin on your shoulder. You blush a little at the last thing he said, you can feel the steady beat of his heart against your back, a comforting rhythm that seems to whisper away your anxieties. You always had these insecurities regarding your physical appearance, and comparisons with other girls and although you consider yourself a healthy girl and other people say that you look good the way you are, you can't help but compare your body with other bodies.
“And your stomach? It's soft. It's where I like to kiss you goodnight. Where I like to feel you rise and fall when you sleep. It's so perfect baby.”
He reaches down, tracing the line of your ribs with his fingertips. You shiver, caught between the fire of his touch and the chill of your own self-perception.
“But... you see all the models, George. They're like goddesses! So thin, so perfect, and I'm...”
His lips cut you off, silencing the doubt in your voice. The kiss is slow, gentle, infused with an unspoken promise. His hands gently roam your back, fingers dancing along the curve of your spine.
“Forget the models, darling. They're not real, you are! And you're everything I've ever wanted... Every curve, every shadow, every whisper of your skin. You're my goddess, my perfect imperfection.” He said with calm and sweetness in his voice.
His words hang in the air, heavy with sincerity. You lean into him, tears prickling at your eyes, not of sadness anymore, but of a fragile hope blooming in your chest.
“Do you really mean that?” You asked quietly.
“With every beat of this stupid, racing heart, sweetheart. Now come here.”
He scoops you up in his arms, carrying you back to the bed. You snuggle into his warmth, his scent calming your nerves. As he kisses your forehead, his voice murmurs against your skin.
“Close your eyes, darling. And when you wake up, remember, I see you. And I love you... All of you. Just the way you are.”
Under the pale sheets, nestled in the gentle curve of George's arms, you drift in and out of sleep. His steady breaths are a lullaby, and the warmth of his hand on your bare shoulder grounds you. The echoes of his words linger in your mind, a soft mantra against the whispers of doubt.
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As dawn paints the sky with streaks of gold and pink, George stirs beside you. He stretches, his bare torso catching the light, and then turns to you with a sleepy smile.
“Mhm, good morning, sleeping beauty. Did you sleep well darling?”
You manage a small smile, still hesitant. “Better than usual, if I'm honest.”
He leans in, brushing a little kiss to your forehead. “Good. Now, are you hungry babe? I think the croissants downstairs are calling my name! Want to join me?”
You hesitate for a moment, then nod, a flicker of determination in your eyes. Maybe today, you can face the mirror with a different perspective. Maybe, just maybe, George's words can be your armor against the whispers of insecurity.
“Sure babe, just... give me a minute. I need to find something comfy to wear.”
He nods and winks. “Take your time honey, I'll just say that you look beautiful in everything... Even in pajamas.”
As he disappears into the kitchen, you stand before the mirror again. This time, you take a deep breath, trying to see yourself through George's eyes. You trace the curve of your hip, the line of your collarbone, the soft swell of your stomach. It's not the body of a goddess, you know, but it's yours. It's the body that has carried you through laughter and tears, through joy and sorrow. It's the body that George loves, the body that holds the beating pulse of your own unique soul.
And maybe, just maybe, that's enough for you.. It's even enough for him.
You pick out a flowy dress, its gentle fabric skimming your skin without clinging. As you walk into the kitchen, George whistles, his eyes sparkling with admiration.
“Oh my word, baby! You look... radiant! You look like an angel!”
He pulls out a chair, gesturing for you to sit. You take a bite of the croissant, savoring the buttery sweetness. It tastes different today, somehow richer, more alive. Maybe it's the sunshine streaming through the window, maybe it's the warmth of George's hand on yours... Or maybe, just maybe, it's the quiet bloom of self-acceptance taking root within you.
The day stretches before you, an open canvas. There will still be moments of doubt, flashes of insecurity. But now, you have a new anchor, a whispered promise of love that reminds you: you are beautiful, exactly as you are. And that, perhaps, is the most perfect imperfection of all.
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A woman's power || Aemond Targaryen x Reader
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A/N: Another request. That one was quite the journey if you ask me,it took me a few hours to write it! Anyways, I hope that you guys like it!
Word count: 2.9k
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It was a month after your marriage to Prince Aemond of house Targaryen when you were called to the Queen's private chambers. This so called marriage was nothing more than an alliance between the Targaryens and the Redwynes, who controlled the largest fleet in Westeros, containing two hundred warships and five times as many merchant carracks, wine cogs, trading galleys, and whalers. This, however, did not mean that the newly wed couple was not obliged to participate in any marital activities. A moon later your marriage to Aemond was still unconsumed.
" Your Grace ." You said, stepping inside the royal chambers, curtseying. Alicent smiled at your politeness, slightly bowing her head as a response.
"Please sit, my dear. I think it is time for us to have a chat. Like a woman to woman. Do you have any suspicions to why I sent for you today?" She asked, one of her hands taking a hold of yours.
"I think I do know, Your Grace." You answered,voice a bit shy
"I know how stubborn my son can be,Y/N. However, that does not mean you can't return his attitude. That old wench of his is becoming too confident with herself while you just stand by the sidelines, doing nothing." The Queen said, her teeth gritting every time she mentioned your husband's mistress.
"What should I do, Your Grace? My husband is never approaches me,he only does when it is required or when he is in need of somebody to listen to his rants. He never touches me like a husband should." You said,voice desperate.
"I know what kind of a woman you are,Y/N. You are beautiful, smart, attentive. You are not a sheep,my dear,you are amongst the dragons now,so be a dragon! Seduce him like that old wench of his has done! Bare his children! There is nothing more powerful than a woman whose husband is satisfied. You have my protection, Y/N. Nobody could hurt you if you try,not even my own son." Your mother-in-law said.
Her words gave you assurance and confidence. You could do it, he was your husband and you were his wife. There was nothing shameful in seducing your own husband.
"Tonight, I shall send him to your chambers. This will be the time when you sink in your claws and never let go." She added.
With that your visit ended.
Night has fallen, it was almost time to go to bed,but you had no such plans. Earlier, after you had taken a bath,you asked for one of the most beautiful nightgowns that you owned,a wedding gift from your mother. You were supposed to wear it on the first night after your marriage,but since that did not happen, now was the perfect time to put it to use.
The nightgown was a silky midi-dress in black with thin velvet straps, hugging your form through the night. It displayed the upper parts of your breasts, making them very noticeable for the human eye.
Just as you were taking in your appearance in the mirror,the wooden door of your chambers opened revealing no one else but your husband.
The second you turned around, facing your husband,he stopped in his tracks. Aemond's eyes followed over your form, up from your eyes, going down your half naked body,down to your legs.
"Welcome, husband. I am happy to see you are back. Must have been an exausting day." You said, taking a few steps closer.
"It was,indeed. Those fools know nothing of how to run a kingdom,my father being the biggest one of them all." Aemond spat out, walking towards the bed where he began unfastening his leathers. You admired his muscly body while he undressed, slowly getting closer.
"You must be exhausted, my dear. You also look very tense,let me try and help." You said, taking one of his hands in yours, leading him to the chair in front of your vanity and making him sit down.
Your hands slowly crawled from his back,up to his shoulders as you massaged his tense muscles.
Aemond did not want to admit it,but that was much needed. Nobody ever asked about his wellbeing,how he was ,if he needed something. When he was with his mistress, Alys Rivers,all she wanted was for him to stick his cock inside of her, satisfying her desires and possibly blessing her with a child.
You,on the other side, stood here now,behind him as you took care of him.
Your hands found a sensitive place on his body,one that needed a lot of care so that It could stop hurting. The second you touched it a slight moan escaped Aemond's mouth, indication of your correct choice of approach.
"Oh my dear, you need a break from all this,your back is full of stiff spots,if you keep it that way you will fall sick. I want you to be well, Aemond,you are my husband." You said quietly,head leaning closer to his ear as you spoke. Meanwhile,your hands had moved from his shoulders down to his front,now laying on his chest as they roamed freely over his loose shirt.
A small grunt was his response,but it was enough for a smirk to appear on your face. Aemond's eyes were closed while you worked your way down to his body. A gentle kiss was laid on his neck,followed by a few more over his shoulders.
You didn't even realize when he had you in his arms,pinned against the vanity in your room. His lips moved hungrily against your, tongue swiping across your bottom lip, allowing Aemond entrance by the moan that left your lips at his gesture.
You were in euphoria, your husband was actually with you now, kissing you as if the world is about to end.
You felt Aemond's hands go down to your butt, squeezing it tightly before he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to your bed,not letting go of your lips.
There were clothes in every corner of the room,you nightgown long gone and Aemond's shirt and pants thrown away somewhere close. His mouth and hands worshipped your body like a goddess, like a precious gift that was to be kept safe at all costs. His left hand laid on your lower stomach, preventing you from squirming away while he had three fingers slipped inside of you,moving in and out painfully slow,the sounds produced were drowned out by your moans as the only thing that left your lips was your husband's name and quiet pleas for him to let you finish over his fingers.
But Aemond was a stubborn man, one that enjoyed watching people beg for mercy before he claimed their lives with his sword. Now, it was not much different. Your sweet voice was like honey,and the small "please, I'm begging you" was like music to his ears. He felt like he could finish just by listening to you.
His fingers left you open before him,a frustrated yell coming out of your mouth caused by his cruel games and experiments.
Aemond leaned above you, staring at your eyes, the fingers that were inside of you mere moments ago now crawled into your mouth,him letting you taste yourself.
You breathed harshly as you watched him nestle himself at your entrance, preparing yourself for what was to happen. Your body burned with desire but there was always the grain of fear.
As if sensing your nervousness, Aemond held your left cheek, caressing it right under your eye. You felt the tip of his cock touch your most sensitive area and shivers shot through your body.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Aemond whispered,his lips mere inches away from yours. The moment he kissed you,you felt him move his hips into yours, entering you slowly. Your discomfort was drowned by the kiss, making Aemond smile. The feeling of your body squirming against his made him even harder.
The tight walls of your pussy squeezed him so hard he felt like coming right away,but he couldn't,not just yet.
The fist few strokes were slow and gentle,until your body was relaxed against his, pain slowly turning into pleasure. The second Aemond sensed this he started fastening his pace which made you grip the sheets underneath you, your back arching as his name loudly shot out of our mouth. If the windows of your chambers were opened, half the city would've heard of Prince Aemond's nightly activities.
There was not an inch of your body that Aemond did not conquer that night, the same was for you. The two held one another awake all night, only falling asleep for minutes before you awoke again, full of energy for another round. By the time it was sunrise you and your husband were already passed out underneath the covers of your bed, bodies naked, entangled with one another.
It didn't take long for the news to reach the Queen's ears, delivered by one of her trusted maids herself who was the one to wake the young Prince and Princess, witnessing the two together in bed,the bloody sheets she found later oy confirmed what had occurred the night before.
Ever since then, Aemond couldn't get enough of the newly found affection for his wife. He sought her on his own, having found a sense of comfort and peace whenever she was with him. The two couldn't get enough of each other, spending the night making love and the days seeking each other out.
A few weeks later you were told by the Queen herself that Aemond has not been spotted in Harrenhal ever since the day he bedded you for the first time. Pride filled your chest,that meant he only wanted you,and intended to keep it that way.
"I don't know where my mind has been all those months. To abandon my amazing wife alone all on her own." Aemond said as he picked up by the waist, spinning you around the gardens of the Palace. You laughed loudly, happiness filling your chest. That was all you wanted,for him to love you and see you as his wife,as someone to go to when he needed comfort and peace,not a woman who only married him for the royal privileges.
"All I wanted was to be a good wife to you, Aemond. Yes,my house might have used me as a pawn in their game, but I value you,you are my husband, and I have grown to love you." You said,now pressed against his chest as you stared at his good eye.
You saw a genie smile appear on his face, which was followed by another sloppy kiss.
With the corner of you eyes,you noticed a shadowy figure watching you from afar. It was Alys Rivers, without a doubt. You had never seen her in person but judging by the description of her you had heard a while ago,that was her unmistakably. Your sight fell on her as you kisses you husband, holding his face in your arms.
Months later,you found yourself expecting a child. Your monthly was late twice in a row, indicating something must be not right. A visit to the Maester's tower only confirmed your suspicions. Aemond was happy, not that he showed it to anyone besides you, his wife.
When the announcement was made about another little babe joining the royal family your eyes met the Queen's, receiving a nod and a knowing smile from her.
It was now the night after the festives in your and the babe's honor. You stood in front of a mirror in your room,still in your dress, admiring the swell of your stomach where your child laid. Meanwhile, Aemond was leaning against the table at the centre of the room, staring at your form with a weird smile.
"And what are you looking at,my love?" You asked, hands holding your stomach.
"I'm just thinking about the things I want to do to you." Aemond said,the smile on his face still standing.
"Is my pregnant state arousing you,my Prince?" You asked, stepping closer to him, taking his hands in yours, placing them on your belly.
"Every state of yours does that to me,my love." Aemond said, pressing you closer to his body, pecking your forehead.
"I can't wait until she's here." You murmured against his chest.
"She?" Your husband asked with a raised eyebrow. "How do you know it is going to be a daughter? It could be a son for all we know." He asked, chucking at your frown caused by his counter response.
"It will be a daughter, I'm her mother I can feel it. I have the dragon's blood in me. I can feel her fires licking at my womb." You fought back, only furthering your husband's enjoyment from annoying you.
He placed another kiss on your forehead, laughing quietly at your words.
"If you say so, let it be a daughter. She will be loved unconditionally anyway."
It was,indeed, a daughter. Valeana Targaryen was born on a beautiful summer day a few months her parent's discussion about wether were about to have a son or a daughter. Aemond was right, she was loved despite being a daughter. Her parent's love was stronger than every other power in the known world.
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hitomisuzuya · 11 months
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Scaramouche x sub!female reader. Smut. Fingering. Squirting. Degradation. Edging. Overstimulation. A mirror is involved. Porn without plot. Fingersucking. Praise.
Happy Kentucky Derby Day, everyone. Thank you so much for almost 2k the follows.
"Hey, are you awake, slut?" You felt a harsh smack against against your clit. You choked out a sob of pleasure, tears stinging in your eyes as your hips bucked up into Scaramouche's fingers.
"Good girl," He purred, giving your throbbing, swollen clit a harsh pinch of approval, rolling it between his thumb and index finger before pushing his fingers back inside of you.
You'd been spread bare in front of a mirror in his office, straddling one of his thighs, his fingers squelching wetly in and of your cunt, using it like a plaything for this own amusement. He was enjoying seeing your fucked out expression in the mirror, desperately bucking your hips up in his fingers, making the chair as you writhed.
His fingers kissed your sweet spot over and over, making your walls clamp around his fingers, only for him to laugh as he pulled his fingers out of you for what felt like uptenth time, denying you the release you'd been desperate for.
His cock hardened at the way your face crumbled in the reflection of the mirror, relishing how desperate your whines sounded, leaving the tips of his fingers inside of you just to feel your walls clamping nothing.
"The look on your face was priceless. You really though I was going to let you come all over my fingers this time, didn't you? What a dumb slut you are," Scaramouche laughed, giving your clit an amused flick. "Now, tell your Master how much you want his fingers stuffing you full. I may add a third one if you cry loud enough," He taunted.
When you could only stammer out a few incoherent words, he growled, growing frustrated. "Start talking, whore!" He growled, smacking your clit again, "I didn't stutter, did I? Tell me," He pushed his fingers inside of you again, dragging them across your clit, making you see stars. "How much you want my fingers fucking your greedy little cunt raw."
Scaramouche's fingers pinched your nipples, making you mewl in pleasure. "Please, please, I can hardly stand it anymore!" You pleaded between broken sobs of pleasure, "I need to come all over your fingers! I crave it!"
He groaned, grinding his cock against your thigh as you writhed. Keeping you anchored against his chest, he fingered you, pinching your clit, coaxing more of your slick to froth between your legs to drip down his wrist. "What a whore, a total cum slut," Scaramouche moaned huskily, the pace of his fingers relentless, "the harder I fuck my fingers into you, the wetter you get. The more pathetic you sound. I can't get enough of it."
His fingers finally nudged just right against your sweet spot, making you squirt on his fingers. You were breathless and panting, drool pouring from your mouth, your body twitching from overstimulation.
Grabbing a handful of your hair, Scaramouche yanked your head back, his fingertips bruising against your inner thigh as he held one of your legs open. "Squirt for me again like the obedient whore I know you are."
Adding a third finger, he continued to abuse your hole, scissoring your walls apart. He let go of your hair to pinch and rub your clit, making it throb and twitch between his fingers. You could do nothing but express how good he was making you feel with moans and screams of pleasure, babbling about you wanted him to fuck you raw.
Scaramouche fingered you harder to hear more, precum beginning to stick to your thigh as he rubbed his cock against it, grunting with lust and the effort he was going to to make you fall apart for him.
Giving your clit one more harsh pinch, he laughed when you squirted on his fingers again, pulling them out of you to push them into your mouth, making you gag as he pumped them in and out. You moaned happily, curling your tongue around them, sucking them into your mouth.
"What a good, slutty kitten I have," Scaramouche purred, enjoying the way you drooled, gurgling happily on his fingers. "You better be ready to wrap your pretty mouth around my cock. I'll be fucking my cum down your throat, using your mouth to get off before I bend you over my desk and fuck you raw."
Pulling his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, he pushed you unceremoniously off his lap and onto the floor. Grabbing your hair again, he forced his cock into your mouth. "Open up and suck, slut."
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ediewentmissing · 1 year
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repost of this eddie smut (you know the drill, kiddos. fuck off) 18+
You and Eddie are enemies. Rivals of the highest order. And you have been ever since you joined Hawkins “Hell Hole" High. It was constant competition between you two; always fighting over Dustin’s attention and who owned more band posters. Eddie disliked you straight off the bat. Right the moment he saw you. Not necessarily because you were a bad person, but just because you could get away with being different.
All Eddie's life, he had been teased, bullied, and judged because of the way he looked, the way he dressed, and the way he acted. But somehow you were a mirror image of him, and you weren't treated the same way that he had been all this time. In fact, all the boys fell to their knees the first day you came to school. You were invited with open arms to sit with every clique; with the basketballers, science nerds, band, and even the partiers. But not at the Hellfire table. God only knows why they accepted you; you looked and sounded even more metal than he did.
You were Eddie. So why the hell were you the one getting special treatment?
Fortunately, with envy, comes mind-blowing sex.
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The water was the perfect temperature. Finally. After about a minute of turning the nobs, you could safely get into the shower without simmering your hair off or turning to an icicle. You had just finished your swim at the pool and you were taking a shower in the change rooms, without your swimming suit on of course, because what's the point of showering if you have clothes on?
“Your swimming skills are tragic." Eddie's voice startles you, and you turn around to see him with his signature cocky smirk, leaning against the wall of the shower cubicle, avoiding the water. You don't bother to cover yourself up. He's seen you naked plenty of times before. His eyes greedily trail down your body. His boner is prominent in his swimming trunks.
"This is the ladies' room, Eds. I know you may look like a girl, with your hair an' all,” You gesture with your hand towards his head, “but you aren't one. Now get out, would ya?" He stands still, the smirk faltering the slightest, tilting his head to one side, "And it's not like you can swim, anyway. I've seen you,” You chuckle, “You look like a drowning rat."
He pushes you against the wall of the shower by your shoulders and pins you there, one hand beside your head, the other down by your waist. The steam and water were making his hair wet and his body shine, glow even. He leans in towards you, not close enough to be kissing, but pretty damn close. The water falls off of his hair and around you like a curtain, closing you in so you couldn't look at anything other than him and his body.
"Hate that dirty mouth of yours," He says, low and deep, and you look down so he doesn't see you blush, "Just shut up." You drag your finger down a tattoo that was strewn on his chest, tracing the perimeter with your nail.
"Hm," You look up at him smugly, "Make me."
He chuckles in a taunting way, shaking his head, "Luckily for me, you can't talk when your mouth is full. You gonna let me stuff your throat with my cock, sweets?”
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You get on your knees, holding Eddie's bare thigh in one hand, as the other hovers over his member. Throbbing, wet (double wet considering the water coming from the shower head), and fucking thick.
You lick a stripe up from the bottom of his shaft to his weeping slit and he groans with pleasure. His hand braces against the wall, the other tangles in your soggy hair. Your head dips down and you stuff as much of him into your as you possibly can without suffocating, hollowing your cheeks out. You bob your head, setting a hard rhythm and leaving him no time to prepare.
"Fuck." His brows are knitted. Your nose brushes the bush of curls at his base and his tip reaches the back of your mouth. He guides himself deeper down your throat by pushing your head down, and you gag, which makes him moan.
You swirl your tongue around the head in your mouth, spit drooling down the sides of your lips.
"Shit, wait," He moans, "Gotta- Fuck- Need t’stop." He doesn't want to finish this fast. But you want him to. He tries to pull himself out of your mouth, but you shove your head down lower and gag again and he groans.
"Hey, you deaf?" His voice is grave and intimidating, but you insist on playing the back-and-forth game: Who was going to ultimately be more dominant?
Eddie really wants it to be him.
He tugs you off of his dick roughly and pulls you up by your shoulders. You pout sarcastically before he throws your leg up over his shoulder blade and bites the inside of your thigh. You inhale sharply and try to wriggle out of his firm hold, but he keeps you there.
"Eddie. Quit being a dick. Let me go."
"Nice try." He rolls his eyes, not looking at you, but at your cunt as you’re spread wide open for him. He runs a finger downwards through your slick folds and you whimper, shutting your eyes. He brings his finger up to your face.
"Look how soaked you are. Poor pussy wants attention, doesn't she?" He places his fingertip back down at your entrance, bottoming out with his finger suddenly and you moan, tilting your head back against the cold shower wall.
“The safe word is ‘Fuck me harder’.” He grins at your blissed expression. He thrusts into you rapidly, staring at your hole engulfing his finger.
'Eddie! Shit! Hang on!" You're desperate to get your superiority back, so you lightly tug on his dick. He slaps your hand and grabs both of your wrists, pulling them above your head so that you're completely at his mercy. Heat is gushing into your stomach and you realise you're close to the edge.
He scoffs at your face, scrunching up with arousal and vexation and he shoves another finger inside you, "What's wrong? Gonna cum already, slut?"
"N-No." You lie, moaning frantically. He moves his thumb to rub your clit as fast as possible and he finger-fucks you faster. Your eyes roll back into your head and everything is pure rhapsody.
You make a particularly loud moan and he replies with, 'Yeah? You like that?"
Your built-up tension finally snaps and you climax. You contract tightly around his fingers and he watches, cherishing your classic fucked-out face. He wishes he could take a photo of you and show the whole school what a whore you were - to humiliate you. It would probably do you good.
He thrusts his fingers slower and stops working your bud.
After you come down from your high, he smirks at you devilishly, "You definitely liked that."
“Rack off, Munson.”
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I neeeed a pedri smut of him going through a rough match and coming home to absolutely manhandle the reader for hours pls
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Once again, I combined the two because it works quite nicely. Hope ya'll don't mind. (Also, the fact that people like my writing is so nice to hear, thank you x)
Warning! Smut ahead
It was a tough match. You could see the annoyance on Pedri's face from a mile away, him not pleased with his own and the teams performance. After the whistle sounded signifying that the 90 minutes were over, he stormed off the pitch, and you made your way off the stands to meet him outside the changing room.
He didn't even look your way when he came out in his changed clothes, only grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to his car, your words of motivation going through one ear and exiting through the other.
Once you made it back home, he dropped his bad in the doorway, pushing you against the wall, his hand under your chin as he made you look up into his eyes and instantly shut your mouth from what you were saying before.
"Bonita, it was a shit match. Your words can't make me feel any better. I'm just so pissed. It wasn't meant to go this way, " he said, his other hand swiping across his face in exasperation.
"Then... you can take your anger out in other ways," you said hesitantly, his eyes snapping up to yours, puzzle pieces clicking together as he processed what you just insinuated.
"Get upstairs and strip. Leave the jersey on though, " he said, a tent starting to grow in his pants, whilst you quickly made your way to the bedroom, ditching the jeans and panties that you were in, sitting down on the bed, the nr 8 jersey barely covering your ass and pussy.
Pedri finally came up, shirtless, his hand making it's way to your throat as he attacked your lips, his tongue entering your gasping mouth, swallowing all your moans before pulling away, positioning your body in doggy style on the bed, facing the mirror that was placed opposite the bed.
You moaned at seeing yourself in this state, your mouth freshly red from his rough kisses, your hair messy, Pedri's hand kneading your ass before placing a harsh smack on it, watching how your body reacted to his touch. His hand made its way to your soaking pussy, gathering your juices around his fingers as he teased you, entering the tips of his fingers before leaving you empty again.
"Pedri.. don't - don't tease, " you breathed out, feeling your face get warmer, you hair starting to stick to your forehead as you watched his reaction in the mirror, him removing his remaining clothes before giving himself a few strokes over his hard cock.
He entered you suddenly, making you gasp out his name as he started to pound into you straight away, your face pressed into the pillow before he pulled away.
"Bonita. Watch me fuck you, don't hide" he growled, placing yet another smack on your ass. You turned your head, seeing yet again how Pedri gripped your hips, him pushing into you, this time making you watch as your juices slicked his cock, his harsh movements shaking your whole body as his cock hit your g spot, his name leaving as a scream.
Pedri basked in the sight of you, a fucked out look already decorating your face as well as the nr 8 on your back, something that made him more motivated to make you cum as many times as he can tonight. He continued to thrust into you, your core clenching around him as he brought down his hand to your clit, rubbing circles over it as he felt your juices soaking his cock even more, a sob escaping your mouth as you begged him to bring you over the edge.
His pace never stopped, his fingers still hard at work with your clit as you came, his name on your lips as your juices covered his cock. He pulled out of you, flipping you over on your back and rubbing your shaky legs as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.
"Pedri, you didn't get to cum tho" you said, confused as it why he stopped straight away after you came.
"We're not finished yet bonita," he said, a slight smirk rising on his face. He sat down against the headboard of the bed, beconing you over.
"Come up here. And ride me, "he said, as he watched you shakily make your way to him, straddling his lap...
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geminijade · 2 months
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Calamity, Catastrophe and Calliope Chapter Six
A/N: 🚫 MINORS DNI 🚫 slight slut shaming (if you squint). Parental angst/mommy issues. Slight mention of body image/description. Secret relationship/bdsm discussions. Power imbalance/age gap romance. Mentions of sexual assault/intimidation. Anxiety attacks/victim blaming. Praise kink (who wouldn't want to be Bucky's good girl?) Oral sex, fingers in v, unprotected sex (please, please, please wrap it before you tap it).
I seriously have no idea what got into me when I was writing this. Any and all mistakes are completely my own. As always I appreciate hearts, likes, comments and reblogs 💕💞 happy reading, everyone! 📚
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Y/N POV:
I hang my head and do the walk of shame towards Clarence and the car. He looks relaxed, but for the first time in a year his kind smile that he usually reserves for me is absent. His usually handsome face is marred by rigid lines and his jaw is clenched so tightly I'm surprised he's not broken it. His lips are tightly pursed and I feel my stomach drop.
He's disappointed in me and I don't blame him at all. He's always been there for me when I needed him most and I've let him down. I don't know if I'll ever get him to trust me again.
I avoid his gaze, sliding into the back seat of the car. My ass barely touches the leather seat before he's slamming the door on me. Yep, he's definitely angry at me.
I slump forward in the seat and bury my face into my hands when I hear my phone vibrate in my purse. I glance at it and see that I have a missed text from Kali. I slide the screen open and see what she has to say.
Best Bitch: Oh, my God. We are so dead!
I look outside my window just to make sure that Clarence isn't watching me, he's too busy talking on his phone. Probably with Bucky trying to figure out a way to get us out of this mess.
I quickly text her back that everything is going to be ok. That Bucky is handling it. I quickly drop my phone back into my purse and take out my compact, I open it, revealing a girl who I don't recognize at all. Thick black streaks of mascara stain my eyes. I can lie to Kali but I can't lie to myself, there's no way that the news isn't getting back to our parents in some way shape or form.
I'm honestly surprised that I'm not freaking out, I feel abnormally calm considering the amount of trouble we could potentially be facing. I truly believe that Bucky will come through for us.
I kinda want to forget that this day even happened. It's highly unlikely that I'll ever forget about the mind-numbing orgasm that Bucky just gave me. I'm snapped out of my reverie when Clarence opens the driver's side and situates himself behind the wheel. As we pull away from the curb, I let myself relax against the seat. Everything is a blur right now. I feel my eyes drifting shut as my mind wanders back to that private room in the club. I bring my fingers to my lips and I smile, I can still taste Bucky on my tongue.
I feel warm with satisfaction. Submitting to Bucky on the carpeted floor in that club has forever altered me. The experience awoke something inside of me - a secret desire that I hadn't known existed. I'm already craving more. Our time together had been cut short. I'm aching for him and I can't think of anything more than I want to have him inside me.
Stretching me out. Claiming me. I doubt that we'll ever have a chance of being alone together again.
I find myself dreading going home the closer we get. I keep on waiting for Clarence to rip into me, but the air is filled with a heavy silence. The longer the car ride, the more intense the silence becomes. I can't stand it another second, I lift my head and try to catch his eye in the rear view mirror. He frowns at me and focuses back on the road.
"Go ahead. I know that you're just dying to give me a lecture all about all of this."
He lets out a heavy sigh. "It's not my place or my job to give you some long winded lecture. But it is my job to protect you. Keep you safe. What you and Kali did..." He stops and shakes his head. "I can't keep you safe if you lie to me and sneak out like that. You probably don't realize it, but tonight you put all of us at risk."
I feel a heaviness settle over me as the guilt of my actions starts to sink in. "I'm sorry, Clarence. I wasn't thinking. That's the last thing that I'd ever want is for you to lose your job because of my stupid actions."
I feel Clarence pulling the car to the side of the road, turning around in his seat to face me.
"Y/N/N...."
I feel immense relief to hear him call me by my nickname.
"If anything ever happened to you on my watch I would never be able to forgive myself. Got it?"
I feel my heart begin to warm at his words. I look at him and give him a shy smile. "Sooooo, does this mean that you're not going to tell my parents?"
He furrows his brows. "Do you think that anything good could possibly come from them knowing what happened here tonight?"
"I dunno. Maybe you'll get lucky and get reassigned to someone else and you won't have to deal with me anymore."
That gets a soft laugh out of him. "Love me or hate me, you're stuck with me, kiddo."
His words hold so much meaning, probably more than he realizes. We exchange a tender glance in the mirror and he winks at me. "Let's get you home, Y/N."
The Next Day:
"Y/N! Are you even listening to me?!"
My mother's shrill voice snaps me out of my Bucky induced fantasy. "Yes, Mother. I'm listening." I sit up straight in my seat and paste a tight smile on my face. I've become very good at placating her over the years.
She glares at me for a second, then at her personal assistant. Ramona is an intern and not much older than me. I feel badly that she's stuck dealing with my mother and I wouldn't wish that upon anyone.
"Do you have Y/N's itinerary ready?"
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I don't understand why she insists on my presence during these schedule briefings. I literally have zero say in any way when she makes my appointments: luncheons with ladies, mind numbing fundraisers, and over the top charity events. My days are filled with them and I'm expected to attend each and every one of them.
"Yes, of course. I have them right here." Ramona rifles through her leather day planner. She's not fast enough for my mother as she lets out an annoyed sigh. "Sometime today would be nice, Ramona."
This poor girl is already nervous enough she trips as she steps forward to me. I give her a gentle smile as I take the schedule from her outstretched hand. I hate seeing my mother turn her wrath on her.
I take a quick glance at the paper and I'm shocked to see that my morning and afternoon are completely clear. A whole day with nothing to do? For the first time in months. I turn the page to check my evening schedule and my stomach drops.
"Wait a second, we're having dinner at the Craigstones' tonight?"
"They're hosting dinner tonight with some alumni, remember? It was discussed in great detail last week."
I remember now, but that was before the incident at Samuel's parents penthouse. I don't want to go anywhere near him.
"Is it absolutely mandatory?"
That causes my mother to grimace. "Of course you have to be there. This is very important for your father. It would be in extremely poor taste for you not to be there."
"But-"
"Give us a moment, Ramona."
Her eyes never leave mine as Ramona quickly leaves the room. I steel myself with a deep breath and try to mentally prepare myself for her verbal assault that I know is imminent. But she only smiles tightly at me and primly folds her hands over her crossed knee.
"I'm not blind, Y/N. I know that you've had your eye on a certain young man." Her voice drips with saccharine sweetness, a marked change from her usual coldness.
My jaw drops open. She knows about Bucky. Have I been that obvious?
"I encourage you to pursue him. Your father and I think very highly of him."
I shake my head, not believing what I'm hearing. "What? Who are you talking about?"
"Samuel, of course. That's why you're nervous about attending dinner tonight, correct?"
Nausea rolls over me at the mention of his name. I want to argue with her, but a knock on the door saves me from incurring her wrath. Ramona steps into the room and announces that my mother's guests for brunch have arrived.
"Very well, I'll be right there." My mother dismisses her with a wave of her hand as she stands and smooths the front of her crisp dress. Appearances mean everything to her, every day she has a new designer dress delivered.
As she makes her way past me, she stops and looks at me. "For God's sake, Y/N. Make sure you get your hair done before dinner tonight. You'll never catch a man's interest looking like you do."
With her words ringing in my ears, I'm blissfully alone again.
Bucky's POV:
Dinner at the Craigstones?
I give tonight's schedule a quick glance with disgust. The last thing that I would ever want is Y/N forced to be around the piece of shit who tried to force himself on her, alumi dinner or not. After the stunt he pulled at the party the other night, he's extremely lucky that I didn't break more than his damn bedroom door.
I toss the paper onto my desk and make my way to release Clarence for the night. He pulled a double shift, so I'm sure that he's more than ready to go home. I find him standing guard outside the door that leads to the indoor pool. He's slumped forward a bit as I get closer to him and see the dark circles under his eyes.
"God, man. You look like shit." He stretches his shoulders and gives me a tired smile. "Glad to know that I look how I feel."
I nod at the door. "Is everything okay with her?"
He stops to think. "She's been swimming for over an hour. She had a meeting with her mother this morning and she doesn't seem like herself lately. I'm not sure what's going on with her, but she does seem to be upset about something."
I know exactly why she's upset, but I don't plan on letting Clarence in on those details. The less that he knows about the incident involving Samuel the better.
"I'll see if I can get her to open up."
That gets a quiet laugh out of him. "Yeah? Good luck with that. You really ought to consider taking some lessons on women, son. They don't forgive and forget easily."
I'm not quite ready to broach that particular subject with him just yet. I quickly change the topic.
"I appreciate you keeping an eye on her last night. I know that it was asking a lot of you."
He loosens his necktie, a smile warming his face. "She's worth whatever chaos she brings to the table and you know it. I would do anything for that girl."
Clarence lets out a giant yawn and I slap him on the shoulder. "Go get your beauty sleep, old man. Your age is starting to show."
"Watch it, I may be older than you but I can still kick your ass."
"Any time, any place," I laugh and he waves me off and turns to leave.
Once I can't see him anymore, I ease the door open to the pool and slip inside. I'm in luck that there are no surveillance cameras in the area. It gives me the perfect opportunity to talk to Y/N alone without anyone else knowing.
I stand next to the edge, admiring her as she cuts through the water. She may be a party girl but she keeps herself in shape.
When Y/N finally sees me, she swims to the ladder next to where I'm standing. She slicks back her hair and grips the sides of the metal railing and she slowly climbs out of the water. My cock springs to life at the sight of her dripping wet in her sleek, black one piece.
God, the things that I want to do to her body.
She doesn't say a word, Y/N turns her back to me and she bends over to grab her towel from a chair. The barely there fabric of her swimsuit inches up her perfectly round ass, she knows exactly what she's doing. She's playing a dangerous game, she just doesn't realize that yet.
"We need to talk," I say as Y/N turns back and rolls her eyes as she lets out a sigh. "Direct and to the point as always."
"Did you tell Kali about what happened last night?"
"What do you think?" She asks me as she wraps a towel around her wet hair, oblivious about my concerns.
"This is serious." I gesture between us. "I shouldn't have to tell you how precarious this is. If this gets exposed to the public neither one of us will survive the public scrutiny. My career would be over, and you, Y/N, would be become a national laughingstock overnight. Nobody can know anything. Kali included."
"I know that. And that's why I would never do anything that would jeopardize us being together."
She wraps another towel around her waist and walks towards me and she reaches out to touch my face. I catch her wrist before she can touch me. I have a feeling that once she hears what I'm about to say, she may not feel the same way about me.
"Let's get one thing straight: I'm not offering you romance, I'm not going to send you flowers or gifts or vye for your attention. If you agree to this, it'll be a very discreet relationship based on trust. It's sex. Nothing more. No matter how intense the attraction is between us, don't mistake it for love. I'm only interested in your body, nothing else. That will never change."
She blinks a few times as what I said sinks in. "You tell me what to do and I'm just supposed to do it?"
"Yes. If you obey, you'll be rewarded. If you refuse to submit, you'll be punished. You might enjoy both. It's just that simple."
I see a flash of fear in her eyes at the mention of possible punishment. She has no idea that one day she might actually enjoy the punishment more than the reward. I'm using her fear to my advantage if it'll steer her away from making bad decisions.
"Your insubordination is a choice, Y/N. You're spoiled and petulant. If you intentionally disobey me from here on out, you'll quickly find out that actions have consequences. So before you try to push my buttons, just know that there will be a price to pay."
She's quiet and absorbing everything I said. She finally opens her mouth to speak. "I have enough people controlling my every moment, I don't need more restrictions in my already restricted life."
I let go of her wrist and slide my thumb rhythmically over her pulse. "There's true power in submission. It's my job to find your limits. It's your job to decide how far those limits go. You will always be safe with me." I step closer so that our bodies are nearly touching. "This is about pleasure more than It's about pain. I will never do anything to you that you don't want me to do. You are the one who is in control, Y/N. Not me."
She doesn't speak, only holds my gaze. I want to know what she's thinking. "Talk to me. What's going on in your head?"
She quickly drops her gaze to the wet concrete between us. "It's just...those other girls at the club...you'll be doing this with them too?"
I'm not sure what bothers me more: the thought of being with anyone besides Y/N or her believing that I could want anyone else. I gently take her face in my hands, forcing her to look at me.
"I only want to be with you, Y/N. I'm willing to risk it all to be with you. But if I'm going put it all on the line, you have to follow my rules. Are you willing to do that? Are you willing to give yourself to me?"
Her beautiful eyes flutter shut. I feel fear for the first time since we started this. What will I do if she says no? What if she wants the affection that I can't give her? After tasting her sweet lips how will I ever be able to walk away from her and stay away? I think about her with another man and all of the questions circulating in my head begin to send me into a silent spiral.
I hear what I want when the word yes falls from her beautiful lips. I exhale the breath that I wasn't aware that I was holding. Thank God she agreed.
I walk her backwards until she hits the wall and I crash against her. Our tongues hungrily move against each other, stroke for stroke, tasting, savoring each other. Y/N drops her hand, teasing my cock with her gentle touch. Groaning, I end the kiss. If I don't, I'll end up fucking her over a chair.
"Not here." I cradle her face in my hands as I move my lips gently across hers. "Tonight you're all mine."
Y/N POV:
"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. If it isn't America's Princess." I freeze in midstep and I turn to see Samuel standing at the top of the stairs that overlooks the Craigstones' foyer. He looks almost unrecognizable with his brown hair slicked back against his head. Up until this moment, I'd been able to avoid him, my luck just ran out.
He's dressed in a tux and he straightens his bow tie as he descends the stairs with a cocky swagger. Once he's standing in front of me, he winks at me.
"If I didn't know better, I'd swear that you're trying to avoid me on purpose."
I refuse to let him intimidate me. "Oh, you and I both know that you should know better."
"Ouch. Somebody has their panties in a twist." He holds his finger to his lips, openly mocking me. "No, that's not right. You prefer thongs."
His words make me flinch. Without alcohol fueled courage coursing through my veins that night, I would never have initiated things with him if I was sober. The fact that he knows what kind of panties I wear is completely mortifying, let alone that I almost had sex with him.
I'm beyond grateful Bucky got me out of there when he did. Being another notch on Samuel's headboard is something that I'll never want.
I cross my arms. I need to stand up to him if I want to survive tonight's gathering. "What do you want, Samuel? If this is about what happened the other night, you need to get over it."
He closes the distance between us. "Get over it? You fucking left me hanging. You owe me."
"I don't owe you anything." I turn to leave when he grabs me by the arm and yanks me back. I wince at the pain as I try to pull my arm out of his grasp, but that makes him tighten his grip. His roughness reminds me of the way that he handled me in his bedroom the night of his party.
"Girls don't get to tell me no and get away with it."
I stare into his dark, lifeless eyes. Sickened by the thought of him victimizing innocent girls.
"If you don't let me go I'll scream. Bucky will beat your ass in front of everyone."
Samuel drops my arm like it burned him, he gave me an ominous warning.
"He won't always be around to save you, Y/N. That day is coming real soon, I'll be waiting for you because one way or another, I'm going to get what I want."
My heart is racing as I escape to the room next to where the guests are beginning to accumulate. I see Bucky across the room and the relief is instantaneous. I feel safe enough to take a shaky breath. Our eyes lock, he leaves his post and comes toward me, he is confident and controlled. He's almost close enough to touch. And all that I want to do is collapse into his arms and forget everything that's happened to me, but that's unrealistic.
"What's the matter?" His voice is very quiet so that only I can hear the concern in his voice. I shake my head and rub my arms with my shaking hands. I should stay and suffer through this dinner, I can already hear my mother's insufferable voice nagging me if I leave early, but Samuel's words have me on the verge of an anxiety attack.
"Bucky.... I need to get out of here."
I silently plead with my eyes. His expression is unreadable. I know that he wants to ask me for details, but I don't feel comfortable telling him what happened. Especially with Samuel a room away. Right now, I just need to go home.
Bucky speaks into his communication device. "This is Barnes, requesting transportation for Miss L/N." His attention returns to me. "Stay here. I'm going to tell your parents that I'm taking you home." The muscle in his jaw jumps. "When we get there, you are going to tell me everything."
Bucky's POV:
The ride back to the white house from the Craigstones usually only takes less than 15 minutes. The haunted look in Y/N's eyes has mostly faded away, I want to know what happened to her and who put that look in her eyes.
We arrive and I keep some distance between us as I follow behind her as she makes her way inside and up the flight of stairs to the second level. The second that she enters her bedroom, I'm right behind her, closing the door behind us.
"Talk to me." She shakes her head no. "It's okay, Bucky. Samuel caught me off guard, that's all. I should have been better prepared so that I didn't let him get under my skin like he did. I didn't mean to worry you. I overreacted."
She's lying to me. She's visibly shaking and I know that this is deeper than some college frat boy running his mouth.
"You're lying. I know that you're scared. He threatened you."
She wraps her arms around herself. "Samuel won't let it go. He says that I owe him. He..."
I can sense her hesitate, I cradle her face and force her to look at me. "What did he say? Tell me."
"He said that he's going to make me pay for leaving him high and dry. He said that you can't protect me forever and that he'll eventually get his opportunity."
I feel a murderous rage settle in my bones. I should have broken his jaw when I had the chance. Other agents have told me numerous stories about him taking advantage of girls. With his father's help, all of the allegations against him have conveniently disappeared. He believes that he's above the law and untouchable.
"Listen to me. Hell would have to freeze over before I let anything happen to you. Samuel can't touch you. He just wants you to think that he can. Guys like him thrive on fear."
She looks up at me. "I just want to forget about that night. I want to forget how far I let him go. God, I was so stupid."
I put my finger against her lips and pull her against me. She wraps her arms around me and she lets out a quiet sigh. I hate myself for every single time that I stood by, watching her pain from a safe distance when I should have been holding her instead, giving her comfort when her family gives her nothing.
"Please....make me forget," she whispers against me.
Please.
With that one word, I'm coming undone. That one little word is my undoing. What is she doing to me? How can she make me feel this way?
"Y/N...."
"Please, Bucky. I need you."
I hesitate and try to make sense of the power that she has over me. Sex isn't the problem. I gave up a long time ago pretend that I didn't want to bury myself between her soft thighs the instant that she showed up to Seven wearing red. My infatuation with her knows no boundaries. I want to do more than fuck her. I want to crawl inside of her soul and possess her, save her and ruin her in equal measure. I only know one way to do that.
I take a step back and she looks dejected and it nearly brings me to my knees and she has no idea of the power that she has over me.
I slide my jacket off and throw it onto a chair. Relief floods through her. I long to see ecstasy on her pretty face. "When we are alone together, you are to refer to me as sir, understood?"
She lowers her eyes, shadows still haunt them. "Yes, sir." She flushes as I work the knot out of my tie. "Take off your dress."
My eyes follow as she slides the zipper down on her side. With a final tug at the clasp, her navy blue dress pools at her feet. Without me saying anything she unhooks her strapless bra and it falls to floor, her matching panties joining the growing pile. Causing my breath to catch in my throat at how beautiful she is. I devour every inch and curve of her delectable body.
There is no competition. She's the most stunning woman that I've ever seen. I step closer and once I'm standing right in front of her, I say "give me your hands."
She doesn't hesitate, extending her hands out to me. "Good girl," I murmur. She smiles softy at me as I weave my black silk tie over the delicate skin of her wrists. I tie a single knot loosely, giving her the option of slipping out of the restraints if she so chooses. I gently take her bound hands in mine, tenderly, I rub my thumb back and forth over her wrists. I can't wait to see the marks that my tie leaves on her skin.
"Do you trust me, Y/N?"
She looks up at me. "Yes, sir."
"Good. What's your safe word?"
I visibly see her swallow the lump in her throat. "Silk."
Her suggestive word has my dick throbbing. I know this for sure: nothing will ever be the same after tonight.
My patience wears thin as I yank the blankets off of her four poster queen bed and I nudge her onto her back. I stare down at her and she looks so tiny and vulnerable in her enormous bed. It brings out the predator in me, the mattress dips as I sink my knee into the bed beside her.
"Lie back with your feet facing me and put your hands behind your head."
I crawl over her body and use the remaining length of my silk tie to secure her arms to her to the braided wood post behind her. I quickly test the restraints and rise up to take a moment to appreciate the sight of Y/N below me. Bound and nude, Y/N is a wet dream come to life.
"Remember, no amount of pleading or begging won't stop me until I hear you say your safe word. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
It's hard to miss the waver of her voice. I have to remind myself that she's new to the experience and has every right to be nervous. Tonight is only the beginning of what I have in mind for her.
I yank my belt from around my waist and it whooshes through the loops. I trail the smooth leather just below her neck and all the way down to her torso. The silk knot above her head strains as she arches her back off the bed.
"Oh, pretty girl. The things that I want to do to you."
I run my eyes down her body, lingering over her full, luscious tits. My cock aches to slide between them, to fuck them without mercy. But not tonight. Tonight, when I cum, it'll be deep inside Y/N's tight pussy.
"Spread your legs for me. Show me how wet you are."
At my order, her legs fall apart, giving me a perfect view of her beautiful pink pussy. I glide my fingers up the slick heat of her sex, groaning at how soaked she is. "You're already drenched for me."
I crave a taste as I bring my fingers up to my mouth and savor her flavor.
"So fucking delicious." She makes me desperate for more as I position myself in between her thighs and slide my hands beneath her and yank her towards me. She lets out an audible gasp when she feels my mouth on her. I flick my tongue across her swollen clit as she bucks against the restraints. I hold her writhing body in place and I plunge my tongue inside her and eat her pussy like I'm starving and she's my last meal.
"Oh, God!" She screams as she arches off the bed.
I don't want to stop, but I can't hold back much longer. I reach in my pocket for the condom and I'm ready to tear it open and plunge into her, but something is holding me back. I don't fuck without a condom. It goes without saying. Until now.
I know Y/N is on birth control. I've seen the pills in her bathroom before. After my 6 month check up, I know that I'm clean.
I feel light headed with the idea of fucking her raw. I lean forward and flick her clit with my tongue and breathe in her essence. "How many men have you been with, Y/N?"
She hesitates before meekly responding "one, just one."
Relief floods through me, but it's fleeting. Bright side is that she's just been with one other person and the bad news is that she has had someone else inside her and all that I can think about is wiping her memory clean of him.
"Did you always make him wear protection?"
"Yes, sir."
My possessive thoughts drown out my rational ones. The need to claim her claws at me from the inside out. She's yours.
"I want to fuck you raw, Y/N. Tell me that you truly trust me. I need to feel you cumming on my cock. I need to cum inside of you. Need you to make you mine."
"Yes. I trust you. God, yes."
That's all that I have to hear for my desire to take over. I unbuckle my pants, shove them down past my hips and slide up her nude body. She's stripped and I have my clothes still on. Seeing her this way adds to my arousal. Her vulnerability is like a shot of adrenaline on top of my growing excitement of nearly being inside her. I grip the base of my shaft with my free hand as I align myself with her and I push my hips forward, a gasp escapes my lips at the overwhelming feeling of taking her bare.
I feel her resisting me at first. I lock my eyes on her, savoring her hazy mix of desire and apprehension. Her bottom lip trembles and I catch it with my thumb and shush her whimpering as I press my lips to hers.
"I've got you," I whisper, rocking gently against her. She's so tight. I'm ready to blow, but somehow I find the patience to slow down and let her adjust. She's taking all of me and I let out a groan.
"Holy fuck. Your pussy is gripping me so tight." I glance down at where I'm buried inside her perfect body and she has me ready to explode. I slow my movements and grasp her hip to hold her firmly in place. I thrust into her one more time and I know that I'll be cumming soon. I take a deep breath and ease myself out of her, then slowly push my way back in. Every time I sink back into her is better than the previous time. She matches me thrust for thrust. "Are you okay, baby?"
"Amazing." She breathes out and her eyes flutter closed. "Fuck me. Please fuck me, sir."
With a groan, I give her what she's asking for. The loud sounds of our bodies coming together echoes throughout her room.
I crash my lips to hers as I swallow her tiny moans. I push her knees out and spread her legs as wide as they'll go, giving me deeper access to her core. I feel the tip of my dick hit her g spot and it takes everything I have to stop from cumming.
"You're so deep," she moans out as her eyes roll back. I quicken my pace, my thrusts becoming more forceful and I feel her clench around me. She's close, she's so fucking close. And I'm right behind her.
"Bucky!" She lets out a trembling groan. "That's it. Cum for me, Y/N. Fucking cum on my cock."
She arches away from the bed and I feel her perky tits pushing into my chest, shuddering as the climax rips through her.
"Your pussy is mine, Y/N." I sound utterly feral as I thrust one more time. "Mine," I rasp against her lips.
Mine.
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Notes: This is concept is taken from herethereb3dragons on AO3 following a similar plot concept but not the same. Yes this is a omegaverse story I have no apologizes I wanna feed my brain worms.(Will be switching between first and second person in this writing) Summary: Lost your job after finding out your boss was committing federal crimes and the local economy crashes? Omega Re-housing services suddenly deciding to tighten their requirements? Sick of living in a shitty apartment alone everyday with no one to come home too? No problem! Just become a Contacted Companion to a military group overseas and never look back, full proof planning right?! A/N: This is a more intro chapter idk how to explain it but you'll get it when you start reading
WC: 2.4k
I could’ve been a nurse if I wanted too, or maybe I would have opened a cafe. Probably not, I hate blood, well I don't hate it. I just don't want to be around it everyday, I don't mind a cut or a ugly scab but then again that's always on my body. Owning my own business would stress me out, I can barely handle being 3 days behind on work, imagine not making enough to keep the shop open for another month I’d go into shock. 
On the other hand I’d probably not be in the position I'm in now If I had my own business or hell a medical degree. To be fair I couldn't predict this, I couldn't predict any of this no one could and if they did there’d be hell to pay from every single person in that fat shiny building downtown. Everything happened so fast, the market value crash, our manager getting arrested for embezzlement, the company housing getting repossessed, all our assets getting seized and sold. I wish I could lie and say it was a blur but it wasn’t, call it a trauma response but I remember every detail of that day from the moment the building shut down to signing away my dignity. 
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Everything hurts, your back, your eyes and your legs. Oh yeah and you're sweating, gross right? Isn't it wonderful that they stuck the little archivist all the way in the back of the office in her own little office where she can do all her “important” work. All the way where no one can smell or see where they’re hiding all the omega employees, what a coincidence.
Yeah it's mid september and it's chilly outside but you’re boiling in here now and  the fabric of your jumper is sticking to you and everyone in here can smell you now. At this point all you wanted to do was run back to your office, peel off your jumper and wipe away all your sweat while drowning yourself in scent masker. Honestly it's humiliating, getting burnt up in your tiny room then being forced by your superior to trolly off all the files to the accounting department upstairs. 
You weren't in any danger of course most people were civilized and wouldnt attack you on sight or in this case on the whiff of unmarked omega scent. It still worried you, but no one could touch you here, not while you were an employee, not while you were safe under the watching eye of the corporate security cameras watching everyones every move. 
Doesn’t that make you feel a little safer? Always being watched? Yeah they could fire you for the littlest thing but you could be safe. The camera doesn't discriminate, the camera can't lie, the camera shows what happens and doesn't care if you’re Alpha or Omega.That reminder makes you feel a little safer when you're pushing your little cart into the elevator pushing the button for the 26th floor. It's not as hot in here as it was downstairs. 
You lean back a little on the bar between you and the mirror while your eyes stay trained on the little black screen of red letters rolling up as the elevator dragged you upstairs. Do you ever do that thing where you stare at the mirror like your face is gonna change the longer you look at it? You do now. 
Just standing in front of it poking at yourself, making sure there's no crust in your eyes, sometimes bearing your teeth to check that you don't have anything stuck in them. If you know what was going to happen you might have spent longer staring at yourself, capturing the moment maybe. 
You look tired, you are tired. Hollow eyes stared back at you in the mirror forcing you to look at how empty you were from the inside out. It was always day in day out move on. You didn't have time to think about mating, joining a pack hell even having kids. Wake up. Work. Go home. Trash TV. Sleep.
You try smiling and letting that go seeing if it would change anything. It didn't. Mirrors were more indifferent to you. Check if you’re clean and move on with your day not thinking too much about it. Elevators forced you to look at yourself they always do. There's no one else in here but you, the mirror and those 2 doors.
The little hum of mediocre elevator music churning out whatever pop tune combination the media had coined dead would be your last unknown moment of peace. 
When those elevator doors opened and you pushed out your little cart all you felt was the sudden slam of a body knocking your poor cart away. That alone ripped you out of your tired little haze forcing you to look around the room and see what was actually happening. 
The accounting department of U&G Food Supplising Inc.? In shambles 
The air of the floor felt thick, suffocating. Too many people were up out of their chairs, people were paired off to the side staring into their papers like life was drained out of them. Pale faces, and sweaty hands clambering around wire phones tuned out voices shouting into their speakers. The stress off of them was enough to start scaring you know. 
It was everywhere, one of the brokers was seated back in his chair holding papers in both hands with his phone pressed onto his ear yelling incomprehensible jargon into it while his eyes dizzied out on the papers he was holding. Others looked like they already lost hope standing in the middle with empty blank expressions that told you enough, they were probably savoring the last few moments of normalcy. 
A heavy buzz cut the air and that's when everything stopped. The market just closed, everything was so quiet. People stopped talking, staring at the big screen hooked up on the wall where a chart was displayed with its thick red line descending into the negatives. 
Papers were in the air, Phones were rattling off like crazy, Desks were flipped over and files covered the floor. Out of panic you might have started slamming the button on the elevator faster but you got the other side of the coin and was stumped in shock and maybe a little anger. 
All you wanted was a quiet boring life, is that so much to ask for? You got your degree in the most boring field possible, you got a job at the most mundane company that would hire you, you got a quiet little apartment tucked in the dreary part of town where nothing happens and you thought you finally won. Small victories you thought, I wont get forced to mate with anyone here, I can pass as a beta here, I can, I can, I can't. 
In hindsight you should've seen it coming, Omega Rehousing Authorities were getting stricter, The company was losing money and you were ignoring all of it. Until now where you were trapped in the corner of the accounting department where everyone was screaming and panicking when all you were trying to do was bundle up all your files and run back to your stuffy little room. 
Staying on the ground was safer then standing up I think, you can just stay down here on your knees trying to gather all the papers you can so you can slam on the elevator as hard as possible to get you back to safety. Yeah! Just keep grabbing papers, don't think about the Alpha across the room practically tearing out that betas throat, or those 2 slightly to your right scruffing at each other to grab as much cash as possible. You won't get in trouble right? You're just an archivist delivering papers, you don't know what's happening but that's a good thing. You don't know what's happening and it's bad because now you're holding all your papers to your chest and you don't have any scent masker practically leaking your scent everywhere while there's so much yelling.
Keep ignoring it you’ll be alright, there's police here but they're not here for you, keep ignoring it. Yes the screaming and yelling is getting louder while there are people getting arrested but you're still under your illusion of safety so keep ignoring it. There's nothing wrong, get your papers and leave there's nothing wrong you can't hear anything no one's calling your name just stand up and leave.
But there is someone calling your name, your full name.  With your Identification number. 
Pulling your head up felt like dragging it out of water and meeting the eyes of 3 ORA agents in crispy black suits and sunglasses did not help with your anxiety when you were stuck down on the floor. 
“We’re with the Omega Re-Housing Authority, we’d like to speak with you” 
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That's when everything started moving faster and phasing out until I realized I was in a new room. The room felt sterile, steel table, plain gray walls, the uncomfortable plastic chair I was stuck in. My heart was rattling inside my chest and I kept breathing in for more air but every breath felt stale and dry no matter how many times I sipped at the little plastic cup they gave me. 
Why was I here? What did I do? I didn't know what was going on, I had all my paperwork, I had a job and a house they can't take me away can they?
That creaky door opening and shutting dragged my attention away to the ORA agent in front of me. They look less threatening without the glasses, it doesn't help much but seeing their eyes makes them look more human. He looked like he was pitying me and that just made the bile in me churn, I felt like I was in trouble. 
He took his seat right in front of me, placing down a plain manilla folder on the cold steel table before he folded and placed his hands on top. God, when he looked at me I thought I was gonna be sick. I bet he could feel the fear weeping out of me, I didn't have anything on me. I didn't feel safe without my scent masker or some sort of suppressant. I didn't make it this far passing as a Beta without them, now I felt like I was waving a white flag screaming Omega.
All the anxiety from years of drifting through life poured through you since you got your class as omega. You wanted to hide in a thousand layers never to be seen again. Where no one could see, touch or hear you. An isolation but a safe comfort like how you made your home. The one you will shortly no longer be able to afford. 
You tried making friends you really did, you had friends but then something inside you would rear its ugly head out and whisper for you too leave them alone how much you're bothering them can't you see?
 So you would let it slip through the cracks. One missed plan turns to another and suddenly you spend every afternoon curled up on your beat couch watching drag reruns on cable tv in your dingy apartment thinking this is better than being out and feeling your stress turn your guts around.  
Now look at you! Sitting in a ORA “interview room” probably about to be shipped out to some random alpha in the middle of nowhere shucking corn for the rest of your life popping out babies you can't afford. The worst part is no one would notice! 
“You’re not in trouble Ma’am”
‘Yeah thanks for that buddy.’ I wish I could say that but I just kept staring at him, more watching his lips move than hearing him speak. I caught some words here and there of “Bankruptcy” and “Liquidation”. By the end of it from what I can tell is Im unemployed and soon to be homeless. I could move in with my mom, or maybe my sister then ORA couldn't relocate me at least, they won't have the chance to. 
The last time I sent my papers my mom passed as the register on my guardian substitute. I'm not sure if they’ll take it again, Beta guardians work but If regulations keep changing they might start demanding she terminate her rights and they assign me to an Alpha. 
How sick is that? I spend my whole life fighting tooth and nail acting like nothing scares me, trying to prove I can fend for myself and don't need a pack. I did everything by the book and I still got stuck in the chair everyone told me I’d never end up in.
I should be angry, I should be boiling and here I am shaking like a leaf in this chair playing in the pliant and meek omega stereotype, fantastic.
Sliding the folder over to me on the table the ORA agent opened up the folder, sliding his hands over to his pocket to pull out a fountain pen. He cleared his throat almost condescendingly as he uncapped his pen, tapping it onto the paper in the folder. 
Is it weird I forgot he was there? Everything started meshing together when I heard him say I wasn't in trouble. I mean I didn't completely forget, his scent was basically choking me forcing his presence to be made aware. I'm listening now but I wish I could roll over and sink into the floor.
“ORA would like to offer you an employment opportunity, aboard.”
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 TERMS OF EMPLOYMENT 
1.)i.) Signing party will be placed under the employment of STATION CHIEF KATE LASWELL and CAPTAIN JONATHAN PRICE
  ii.)Singing party will be taken as a pack member to Task Force 141, bearing responsibilities of archival tasks, moral support, and contracted companionship. 
2.) Signing party will be salaried, paid biweekly on fixed income. 
   i.) Signing party will be provided private quarters on base 
   ii.) Signing parties quarters will be located by the nearest employer 
  iii.) Signing party will not be obligated to travel in deployment or relocated without prior consent 
iv.) Signed parties quarters will be furnished as usual, any additions will be added upon request. 
3.) Signed party is under no obligation to complete orders from any authority not listed within this contract. 
SIGNATURE : ________________     INITIALS: ______________
“You gotta be fucking kidding me”
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grrr i just wanna be the fruity fours chubby gf & have each of them lay on my tummy :(
like you wear a outfit that shows a little more skin than usual bc they’ve helped you gain more confidence. all their brains just completely short circuit. they all make different comments on your outfit, but each one makes you more flustered than the last.
I JUST WANT THEM TO WORSHIP ME AGHHH -🛸
PRRRRR!!!!
(cws: plus size!f!angelface, fruity four, body worship, a lil fluff, a lil spice, the four being soft and thirsty for their gf <3)
being fruity four's chubby girlfriend propaganda.....your tummy is the most coveted napping spot in the house. you'll be splayed out on the couch or the chair or in bed, and so often you'll have a fluffy-haired head (usually Eddie or Nancy) sinking down on your exposed belly to snuggle in and kiss before they fall asleep. Robin especially likes the spot on the floor at your feet while you're sitting up on the sofa, a movie playing on the tv while she sits back and gently rubs your calves, your thighs resting on each shoulder for her head to be squished between while she turns and nuzzles your soft skin. Steve purposely keeps the house warm so you'll be more apt to wear shorts when you're just relaxing inside, half because he loves seeing your bare legs and half because he wants to feel you shiver in delight when he squeezes them as you walk by.
and yes, please, please wear those outfits you like that show off your skin! they're so happy you're comfortable enough to do it, and to pull out those clothes that you've shoved into your closet because you liked them, but were too shy to wear them out. Steve and Robin will have conversations at length about your boobies, about how they look in those cute outfits and how flattering they are on your curves--and for once Robin won't clock him about using that particular word, because she's clearly lost in her own fantasy when they daydream together about the perfect items that would show off those goods, even though in reality you'd never wear them out the door before they'd be tearing them off of you. sometimes Nancy will come up behind you while you're looking at yourself in the mirror, and fix your clothes so they sit where they naturally do and not where you've adjusted them to try and cover certain areas you dislike. it just so happens that that usually means you've got your tummy out and you can clearly see those lines and curves and soft spots, and she just goes feral over it. like really feral, I'm gonna eat you out right here so you can watch your beautiful self cum kinda feral. Eddie does the same thing as well, except he's more apt to get on his knees and kiss your belly if you say bad things about it--cause c'mon, don't insult his favourite pillow! don't hide her all the time! let her out of containment!!
either way, if ever you wonder whether they're really sincere about liking your body type, just stand in front of a mirror or just have your tummy out and available--rest assured there will be someone sniffing you out like a bloodhound and descending on you to turn you into a human pillow or a cum dumpster cause they just can't help it
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Little Voices
tw: body horror, blood, injuries, eyes, limbs
Chapter 7: The Doctor
(A voice is muffled. Tucked away somewhere in a dark, dark place)
A knight is on a path in the woods. And at the end of the path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a doctor.
"Hey."
The knight stops in his tracks to turn and see the barbarian, standing a short distance away from him.
He sighed "Look, you need to understand-"
"Oh, I do understand," the barbarian grumbled. "You've got people to save... I'd keep going too if it means pushing my body to its limits.
But I can't leave you anywhere here alone. You could barely stand on your own after dealing with that beast."
He barely dealt with it himself. But that was a one time thing. It's not like he was expecting a big cat in a basement waiting for its meal.
"I appreciate you coming for me after those other three refused to. I really do. But...
I'll be honest, I am more comfortable just meeting the prisoners on my own. I don't want to overwhelm them with you all, no offense."
The barbarian crossed his arms. "I guess you are good at convincing people. But I am still not going anywhere."
He leans his shoulder on a nearby tree, "I am staying right here, right now until you come back.
Don't you die on us, alright?"
That's a compromise. A bare minimum, actually, after all this time. With a bit of motivation too.
"I'll be fine. Hopefully, this won't take long."
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Oh, this will definitely take long, alright.
The interior of the cabin looked plain. Too plain. It shouldn't be too threatening. But two things say otherwise. A table that has been flipped over... And an open doorframe. Not an open door. A doorframe. It's an incredibly dark entry way to what it is definitely the basement.
This is not good. Oh dear, this is gonna be worse than the survivor's cabin. Or the barbarian's cabin. Or anyone's- his own cabin isn't even like this.
He shook his head, trying to free himself from the shivers he is getting. If he's that scared already, imagine how the prisoner is feeling right now. It's gonna be so much worse down there, isn't it?
He immediately walked to the doorframe, not acknowledging about the mirror beside it. He then stopped at the frame, realizing how dark it actually is. If only he had a light source of some kind. And if only the static noises he can faintly hear isn't in the dark. And... If only he let the barbarian with him. But he doubt he'd be ready for this either.
He cautiously walked in. He can only see his feet and hands reaching out into the dark. But not the walls, the ceiling or the floor.
If there is any-
Shock runs through his body after he is now holding onto a ledge he can't see. He doesn't know what happened but he definitely fell down. Luckily, the terror ended when he hears a familiar metal clank hitting something wooden in a struggle. He look down to see his boot scraping along a wooden step. As careful as he is letting go of the ledge, he still stumbled on the step, trying to keep his balance.
It's like the whole staircase is floating. Not moving or wobbly but there are no walls, railings or anything structural. They're just suspended in darkness. There's that static again. It seeps from below like some kind of electricity emitting from it.
If anyone lives here, saving them is the right thing to do.
He can't hear a voice again. But he is certain that someone is here. Seeing the nature of this cabin, maybe it would make the prisoner's situation worse. He continued down, trying to balance on the steps as he is not used to not having any support near him. The increasing tingling of the static is threatening to throw him off but he won't let that happen.
The room is structured with loose wooden planks floating in darkness as walls and scattered cobble stones for the knight to step on. And in the far opposite, there is a piece of a room- like the one in his own basement- floating, with just a wall and a floor. There's a huge hole on the floor, and a chain emerging from it.
This must be where the prisoner is. While it's muffled, the knight can hear a voice with a shaky breath, hopelessly clawing up the hole,
"Help..."
It sounds so scared. It's scared.
The knight rushed to the hole to assist the poor thing. Being chained up is one thing, but being stuck in hole? That's a nightmare.
"Help me..," the voice repeats in a whisper.
It didn't sound like it is directed at the knight. It sounded aimless. Judging from a tone of exhaustion, it must have been calling out for hours.
The knight tries to lean over, about to call out, but he lost his balance and catches himself by grabbing onto the chains. The sudden movement and the knight's clutches made the prisoner below scream in terror.
The hole is dark but the prisoner is clearly struggling and pulling against the chains. The knight scrambled back to his feet on the ground and let go of the chains. The chains slowly stopped moving as the prisoner below began hyperventilating.
This is awful. The knight should have been more careful. He shakily sighed as he knelt down. The voice eventually cried out to him,
"W-Who are you?
What do you want? I-I didn't do anything!
Shit. Why did I said that?" It whispered so has quickly and hastily.
This is too much. The knight can't take it anymore.
"Hey! Are you okay?"
A yelp is heard. Then silence, though the prisoner kept hyperventilating. The knight gripped on the maw of the hole as he continued,
"I am so sorry- I didn't mean to grab the chains like that. I almost fell in."
"... Oh. You're not... You're not my captor?"
"No. Can you see me..?"
The chains then shifted for a moment. Sound of a thud on dirt can be heard.
"I-I can see now... Oh... You're- You're a knight!"
The knight nervously chuckled, "Yeah. I guess I am now..."
"Now?"
"Uh... I'll explain later-"
"Later?! Why? What are you going to do with me?"
Oh dear. Maybe he has to be more cautious with this one.
"I'm here to help you!"
"... What?" The chains shifted back, like the prisoner is holding back. "You're here to help?"
The prisoner gasped as he switched to a more accusing tone, "No! Y-you're bluffing! You're one of them, aren't you? I know what you're doing and I am not falling for it!"
"Wait- Listen-"
"O-or... You're going against them to help- Maybe you're doing this to do what's right! But- But you'll get caught! I'll get caught and then we'd both be..! Both be..?!"
The prisoner went back to his panicking state. It hurts for the knight to listen. This is why he can't rest yet while this guy is going mad.
He sighed. He has to stay calm... For the prisoner's sake.
"It's not that. I am not working for anyone..,"
"Then why are you here?"
"Because I was captured too..."
"... What- What happened?"
The knight sat down as the prisoner slowed down his breathing, "I'd rather explain it to you up here. You just have to trust me..."
Silence fell for a while until the chains shifts again. There are grunts, scratches and some gasps for air. Then hands came into view.
The knight looked on in horror as he sees that those arms are... Deformed. Like melting tar on his arms as the incoming prisoner struggles to dig his fingers into the steep dirt without slipping. A face came into view. His head is round but it's kind of melting like sweat. The knight can tell there's fear behind those fogged up, circular glasses. The prisoner grits his teeth and furrow his brow as he hesitated to raise his left hand, the one in chains.
The knight grabbed his hand, but it made a squelching sound and the prisoner winced in pain. The knight then grabbed his arm, with the clamp keeping his hands from slipping away. The knight pulled harder despite the prisoner's cries, digging his feet to push himself away from the hole until the prisoner is finally out. They watched as the hole suddenly disappeared, leaving an empty wall.
He quickly pulled his hand away from the knight and clutched his muddy hands close to his chest as he gasps for more air up here. Looking at him closer, he looks like a doctor or a professor of some sort. He has the same foggy glasses with pearly eye holders floating around him. His neat little bow and dress shirt seemed to be stained with ink and... Blood?
The doctor, shuffling back into a wall, looked at the knight in disbelief and distrust. But that distrust melts away as the knight reaches out, watching not in pity, but in worry.
The knight crawled towards and sat beside the doctor, who flinched. But he knows that this kind man won't hurt him. He wouldn't even mean to.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be so rude-"
"I know. It's okay," the knight gently puts his hand on his shoulder. Aside from the metal, it felt nice. The doctor sighed, loosened his clutching hands and looked around the room.
"... Where am I?"
"You're in a basement in a cabin. On a hill over the woods."
"... This is not a cabin..," the doctor's voice deepens but it's still apprehensive.
"Yeah, well... The other cabins don't looked like one either."
The doctor whipped his head to the knight in confusion, "There are other cabins?"
"And other prisoners like us. One more different than the other, and your reaction to this hellscape is the most reasonable so far-"
"Hold on, back it up-" The doctor waved his hands around as he shook his head. "There's more of us? Here? Why- What-
What the fuck are we doing here?"
Okay- Language. The knight may dropped some unpleasant words too, but that was unexpected for a doctor.
"Sorry, sorry- I just don't understand! Why are we here? Why am I here? In a hole of all places?" The doctor raised his hands in frustration before quickly holds them again for some reason. The knight wished he could answer if it means reassuring the doctor. He sighed as he scoots over,
"I don't know. I was in a basement too. It's awful and I don't even know why I am there...
It's just us though, a bunch of strangers, with no one watching over us."
"... Then what are those eyes doing?"
"Eyes?"
"The eyes! Do you not see them?!" The doctor whispered harshly. The knight looked around and he saw them... There are indeed eyes. Hundreds. Scattered around the dark. How come he never saw them the first time? Well, now he wished he never did. But it's not going stop him from his mission.
"It's okay,
They're just eyes. They can't do much of anything other than staring. Besides...
I'm with you now. Whatever happens here, I'll try my best to get you out. "
"And... Where would we go?"
"Literally anywhere. In the woods is where we best stay in right now."
He's too kind. Too hopeful. It's honestly sweet but it's too much in this hell.
The doctor looked at the knight's left arm and gasped. It's dented. Too dented. It left the shape of a clamp he is wearing. He reached to touch the arm, in which the knight pulled away.... But then placed it forward. The knight noticed a hole in the doctor's chest.
"Wait... What happened..?" The knight asked.
The doctor looked down and flinched to see his heart. Exposed. Beating. In a hole in his chest formed by scratches and tears. He bit his lip and covered his racing heart while clutching the knight's arm. It's hurting again, but the knight doesn't care.
The doctor said nothing and looked away, almost like he's about to cry. The knight can't help but feel awful, as if he doesn't feel awful already.
It's like... He sees himself in this doctor. The scared little knight trapped in a room calling out for help. But no one heard him. No one came to save him. Now, there's a scared little doctor trapped in a hole who called for help. This time, someone came.
The knight puts his arm around the doctor's shoulders and pulled him closer into a cuddle. The doctor whimpered and squirmed as he does this. But it felt nice. Warm and gentle. He can't help but weep quietly as the knight rubbed his back to soothe him.
"W-wha... What happened to you?" The doctor asked back, choking a little.
The knight sighed, "I called for help too. No one was there to save me but myself..."
The doctor, realizing the ordeal that the knight has dealt with, leans onto his shoulder. This is a nightmare. He wanted to wake up- To believe that this isn't happening. But now, he hopes that it's not a dream. The knight is here. He's real and he's here to save him.
"Could you maybe... Pull the clamp off?"
The doctor finally speaks up. "As... Absolutely messed up as my arms are right now, I think it's slippery enough to just slide it out."
Sounds perfect. Bashing it would be rather difficult. "Alright, but... Wouldn't that hurt?"
"I don't know- A-anything to get me out of here. Please," the doctor sniffled.
The knight took a deep breath. He hates seeing those arms- It looks gross, painful and uncomfortable. But he doesn't blame the doctor for having them.
The knight began pulling the clamp slowly, inch by inch. He noticed the doctor's wincing and breathing heavily. Knowing this will hurt, the knight grabbed his cape and hand it over to the doctor. The doctor was confused but then the growing pain caused him to bite a handful on it. He gave a thumbs up so the knight can continue. The more he pulled the clamp along the arm, the more the doctor has to stifle his screaming, chewing the cape. The worst part is when the knight had to push the thumb down to forcefully slide the clamp along.
Finally, it's over. The chains fell, the doctor opened his mouth to scream and held his arm in pain, and the knight shuffles away for a minute to take a breather. That one's the worst so far. But at least, he's free now and they can leave-
"Oh my god- I'm free! Oh, thank You- Thank you, Thank you!" The doctor, despite the agony, rushes to the knight to hug him and laughed hysterically until he began to weep. Despite the exposed heart beating in his chest, the knight hugged back, comforting him as best as he could.
It's okay. They're okay.
"... The eyes..," the doctor suddenly whispered. Almost gasping.
"What?"
The knight lets go of the doctor just to see the eyes. More eyes as they appeared rapidly around them in the dark. The static grows so loud that they can both hear and feel it.
The doctor's breath quickens the pace in a panic, while the knight kneels and turns to shield him with his left arm. It's no doubt that the knight is growing anxious, but he kept it silent just so the doctor feels safe.
He noticed that the doctor's breathing slows down into a more... Rhythmic pace. He can almost hear him counting. His heartbeat. He's calming himself down. Good. Because honestly, the knight is getting more than anxious.
"Okay," the doctor whispered. "You can... You move away now. I... I need to get up." As he clutched his chest, he used the wall on his back to slide up and get on his feet. He stumbled as he walks so the knight followed, and put his hand on his shoulder.
The doctor looked at the knight, and noticed the fear in his eye. He can stand on his guard for him all he wants, but he is clearly scared shitless. Alright, that's it,
"Hey."
"M-mhm?"
"Are you okay?"
The knight blinked, clearly not okay but he really needs to get him out of here. He needs to be strong for his sake, like always-
"Look," the doctor interjects. "This place is terrifying, I know. But right now, we need to be in a right mindset. This cabin is just tricking us! We can't let it get to us anymore."
It's nice to see some hope growing, but the knight is gonna need more than that with his chest tightening as he grows more and more on edge. Suddenly his hand is grabbed by the doctor, who clutches it with both of his hands close to his chest. The knight is confused and a bit grossed out, but he can feel his heartbeat again as the doctor hushed him.
"Just breathe. Breathe slowly- Give it five seconds."
"But-"
"You're fine. We're fine. Deep breaths, deep breaths..."
It took the knight a while to slow down his breathing. Especially with the eyes and the static around him. But eventually he gets to counting his breaths and calming his nerves. He leans his head on the doctor's, muttering a thanks. The doctor nods and pat his hand, alerting the knight to focus.
"Okay. Let's just leave," the doctor then nervously chuckled. "Like you said... They're just eyes. If anything, they're a nuisance."
He was a bit delighted when the knight chuckled back. Even in this nightmarish place, at least there's that.
The pair walked carefully down the floating cobblestones, as the eyes stare daggers at them and the static continues to buzz. As the doctor tries to count his breaths again, the knight draws his cape over him in an attempt to cover him.
"This place is so scary- You went down here? How did you managed to not fall over?" The doctor asked as they walked up the stairs.
"Believe me. It's as nerve-wracking as you think," the knight replied. There are more eyes on them and the static kept going even up here.
As soon as they reached the top step of the stairs and the invisible ledge up there, the static grew louder, more eyes emerge in rapid speeds... And the stairs are falling one by one.
"Get up."
"What?!"
"Get up!" The knight grabs the yelping doctor by the arms and hoists him up. The doctor scrambles on the supposed ledge, leaving a mess on the "floor", until he pulls himself up. The knight grabbed onto the ledge in time before the step eventually falls.
He tries to hoist himself up but the tar causes him to keep slipping. He panics and starts kicking at nothing below him as the static continues. Eyes kept staring at him helplessly flail at the edge.
As the knight is about to fall off, the doctor desperately grabbed onto his arms, despite the burning pain of the touch.
"You're slipping!" The doctor cried both in pain and in fear for the knight. "Grab onto my shoulders!"
The knight, with one big kick, hoists himself to grab onto his shoulders, gripping at the fabric. The doctor successfully pulled the knight into his embrace and on the "floor", away from the void.
Full of adrenaline, the knight gets off of him and kicks at the floor away from the edge while dragging the doctor with him. The doctor got himself up and pulls the knight back to his feet. The two ran back into the interior of the cabin and rushed to the door.
This time, it's either locked or blocked. The knight rapidly utters a "No!" As he begins banging his fists, then his shoulders and his whole body onto the door. Meanwhile, the doctor watched in horror as white, ceramic arms began emerge from the dark, along with more eyes and static. The doctor's terrified scream cause the knight to look over and see the arms crawling slowly on the floor and up mid-air reaching for them.
"Little knight!" The familiar voice is heard from the other side of the door, so is the frantic knock on the door. It's the barbarian.
The knight desperately bangs on the door,
"Help us! Please!"
The doctor can be seen trying to break the window that formed a glass pane. It won't budge, much to the doctor's dismay. Not even the barbarian's punching at the other window is strong enough. Filled with both determination and panic, the barbarian rushes back at the door and yelled,
"Hold on, I'll be back! Fast!"
"Wait- No!" But the knight's cries fell on deaf ears as the barbarian can be heard running away. The doctor rushed to the knight's side as the arms comes closer. The knight musters up his strength and shields the doctor behind him. If they're gonna drag the doctor back down there, they'll have to go through him.
The arms can't reach them. Not even an inch to the knight's face. They all seem to be trying but they're twitching, itching to grab hold of them. The doctor notices it and slowly steps aside. Then, he slowly walks towards them, despite the knight's protests.
The arms, with their target closer, reached for his face. But their hands kept slipping, unable to hold the doctor.
Why? How is he doing this? The knight cautiously walked behind the doctor and inch his head to see his face.
The doctor looked terrified, but his breathing is slow and steady. He's not just terrified but also... Angry. At the arms. At the eyes. At what might be the ones that kept him down there.
The eyes around them are filled with fear as the doctor stepped forward, with the arms moving back.
Oh, they're not really in control, are they?
When one arm threatens to crawl and grab for his leg, the doctor raised his foot and stomps on it. The arm broke into pieces and black blood. The doctor clenched his fists, exposing his heart and kept stomping on it as he grunts with pain and desperation, ending off with a final stomp and a gutteral scream of a man who's seen enough. Who's suffered enough.
He stepped away from the unrecognizable mess of ceramic pieces and blood. The arms slowly slinks away and the knight, witnessing all of that, comes closer to the doctor.
The doctor, splattered in blood, begins breathing sharply and almost fainted as the knight catches him to keep him up. The doctor tiredly sighed as he covered his chest and leans onto the knight. As terrifyingly visceral the doctor proved himself to be, he's still a terrified prisoner who was stuck in a hole for long enough.
"You did it," the knight softly cheered on the doctor. " That was very scary, but... You did it.."
The doctor pulled a smile as he shakily sighed, "... Thank you..."
The moment was interrupted by an incoming scream. The knight immediately drags the doctor away as the barbarian barrels through the door off of its hinges and crashes inside. The arms emerge again and despite the knight's shouts, the barbarian managed to smash a few arms into bloody pieces, fought against the hold of them and crush their hands until they slink away into the darkness. The eyes and static disappeared.
The barbarian takes a few breaths and then he cackles proudly. He look at the worried expression on the knight's face and the shock and confusion on the doctor's.
"Are you okay?" The barbarian rushes to them, with the doctor slinking behind the knight. The barbarian looked worried when he sees the knight has spots and splashes of tar and dirt on his armor, signs of some kind of struggle that he'd rather not think about.
"Yeah. We're okay now. Thank you," the knight meant it. Damn, he really needs him now that he is treading into dangerous territories... Which happened to be a bunch of cabins.
The barbarian as he looked at the doctor hiding behind him.
"You." The conviction in his voice made the doctor yelped a little.
"What the hell was that? Why were there hands coming out like that?"
The doctor stepped aside and stammers in frustration as he crossed his arms,
"H-how am I supposed to know? I was stuck in a dark hole until he shows up! They just suddenly appeared, clawing and digging at us, now that I have escaped."
"Yeah, it was creepy," the knight sighed. "Look, let's just get out of here before the mirror does that weird thing again-"
"What- What mirror?"
The barbarian and the knight looked at the doctor and each other. The barbarian shook his head but the knight sighed and walked up to the grimey mirror.
"Okay. See this?"
The doctor nodded. Then he gasped when the knight went to touch it and it disappears.
"Yes, yes," the barbarian groans. "It disappears. Let's just go-"
"Where did it go?" The doctor asked frantically. "Does it do that in every cabin? Why? Why now?"
"Okay- Let's just calm down-"
"Don't tell me to calm down! Where the hell are we?!" The doctor rushes to the door, entering the outside world. He froze at the sight of the identical cabins and the pitch black sky. As soon as the other two approached him, he loses his balance and his consciousness.
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The doctor jolts awake at the sound of a campfire, sound of two people bickering and the woods.
Shit. Where is he? The doctor sits up and looked around his surroundings, the nest he is resting on and felt a sense of relief when he hears that familiar kind voice,
"It's okay. I'm here. We're here now."
The knight is sitting next to the doctor, rubbing his back to calm him down as he breathes again. So this is the place they take refuge in. In the woods, no less. But at least they're safe from that cabin.
Then another voice came in, clearing his voice, "Hey, boss?"
They both looked up to see the rogue and the cloaked man. "The spooky man wants a chat with you," The rogue gestures to the unmoving man. These two must be those bickering folks earlier, the doctor thought.
"Okay..? Just- Stay put here, okay?" The knight pats the doctor on the shoulder and gets up to follow the cloaked man. The rogue offers a make-shift cup made up of wood filled with water to the doctor.
"Here you go," the rogue politely said. "Fresh from the river and heated up just for you."
The doctor wasn't sure about the river water but he guess he was thirsty, so he hesitantly takes it.
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"I hope you're not planning for a meaningful goodbye when this is over."
The knight stopped in his tracks as the cloaked man turned to face him after they walked into a part of forest, not far away from their camp.
"... Where is this coming from?" The knight asked.
The cloaked man sighed, "I've been waiting for a time to say this, but I see your eye everytime to look at them.
You're growing attached."
The knight furrowed his brow. And he cleared his throat,
"I know you're not the sentimental one, but what's the problem with growing even a little attached? The worst thing it can come with that is the guilt of losing them."
"And I know how you react when things don't go the way you planned," the cloaked man resumed. "How much more when they won't be here for long?"
"... You're just looking out for me, aren't you?"
Silence...
"I just don't like your crying."
That's rude. He's not wrong, though. It's just the way he phrase it, like it's wrong to form some kind of bond with someone you rescued. Then again though, they're just prisoners. Strangers. Someone else.
The knight looked at the doctor, chatting uncomfortably but politely with the rogue. No... Even if they're strangers, there was trust that took time to form.
"It's fine," the knight sighed. "Once it's all over, we'll be on our separate ways. Maybe see each other sometime... If it means you having your own time and not with others forever."
The cloaked man looked to his side. Contemplating. And he just walked passed the knight, whispering to his ear,
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
The knight stood there for a while. But he shook his head out of it. Not now. He's got people he needs to save. But it's going to be more difficult now.
---
"Hey."
The barbarian turned to face the knight, after he interrupted his chat with the survivor.
"Wanna go with me?" The knight asked, which made the barbarian grinned.
"Already?" The survivor asked. "But you were in danger..."
"So are the prisoners left in those cabins."
"Come on..," the slave sitting on a rock caught their attention. "How many cabins does it take for you to realize you're only hurting yourself?"
"All of them, probably," the knight answered. "Besides, I got him on my side."
"Yeah," the barbarian stood by his side confidently. "Leave it to the pros."
"I-I can come too," they turned to see the doctor in the nest. Him?
"Uh, well- Sir," the rogue nervously gestured around. "I think the knight would rather have you safe here-"
But the doctor put down the drink and got up to walk up to the two. "I don't feel safe with you out there either. I don't know how to help exactly, but I feel like I should."
The knight nodded, glad to see the growing courage in him. The barbarian chuckled sarcastically, "The more, the merrier."
The doctor caught on and scoffed, "Okay, but... What about them?"
"I can keep them safe," the survivor answered. "As long as you three make it out alive."
"Actually!" The rogue rose to his feet. "I keep them safe first. As long as you bring a beneficial member as always."
"I'll just be here... Moping," the slave adds.
The cloaked man just stood there, nodding. The knight nods back.
"Alright... Let's go."
The knight and barbarian went ahead, while the doctor stays for while. He counts his breathing to ready himself.
Alright, he's ready.
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❥ Good Girl (part 1)
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pairing: Fuma x afab!reader au: non!idol wc: 8.2k+ ⚠️ older!reader, established relationship, reader's name is just ___, pet play, calling Fuma "Master", Fuma being very possessive, dirty talk, hints at a breeding kink, exhibitionism kink + another member 👀 A/N: as a lot of y'all who have been with me for a while probably know, i've had a thing for petowner!Fuma for a while... well, thanks to what started as discussions with @turnipfizzle and what ended as her being my co-author of sorts, this goliath of a fic was born 🫠 i suppose y'all can maybe consider this as my way of making up for my months-long absence? ^^; anyway-- hopefully this flows well enough (/_\) enjoy~
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Fridays are the best days as far as you're concerned. It's not only the gateway to a weekend, but the most important reason of all is that Fuma — your lover who works as a personal trainer — always comes over on Friday nights to stay with you throughout said weekend.
Flopping onto bed right after changing into Fuma's large grey shirt, you receive a text. The caption, "Ready for tonight?", has your eyes almost bulging out of their sockets when you see the cheeky fresh-from-the-shower mirror selca that comes with it, his muscular upper body proudly on display, the towel around his hips slung low and loose.
Barely managing to tear your eyes away from the photo, you quickly take a selca of your own, sprawled in bed with a clear view of the shirt you have on plus the fact that you're braless underneath it, typing up your own short and cheeky caption in reply: "Always ready."
Passing time by reading webtoons on your phone, you're only pulled away from the story when you hear a muffled "I'm home". Grinning widely, phone dropping onto bed, you burst from your room and meet him in the living room as he's closing the door behind himself.
"Fuu-kun! Welcome home. I missed you."
Seeing you beaming, he breaks into a wide toothy grin of his own, eyes taking in your form with great satisfaction now that he has confirmed that you are indeed wearing his grey shirt. It's huge on you, but he could still clearly see every curve of your body, of your breasts underneath the fabric. He can't tell if you're wearing on your bottom half, only seeing soft thighs at the hem of the garment.
After sweeping you off your feet into a hug and spinning you around once, he sets you down gently, setting his backpack down as well.
"I have a surprise for you."
He rummages around for a few seconds before pulling out a dark snakeskin-textured box and opening it with a grand gesture, presenting a black leather collar with dark purple lining and metallic blue fittings. Beside it is a matching leash.
"Do you like it?"
A few weekends ago, you had a conversation about pet play because you expressed interest in it. Now here he is, standing before you and presenting you with a leash and collar.
Cheeks flushed, you feel strangely like you're getting proposed to — minus the kneeling and an actual ring. It is a perverted thought, you're well aware of that, but it doesn't stop you from getting so excited that your body warms up.
"I love it," you respond, smiling as your eyes meet his own as you tip your head back and pull your hair to one side, exposing your neck to the taller male. "Put it on me, please..?"
Breathing a sigh of relief at your positive reaction, he looks at your exposed neck and feels a twinge of arousal at your vulnerability, as well as this display of trust.
"Of course, love."
He takes the collar out and, after setting the box aside, unhooks it. He leans in as if to fasten it but instead keeps moving until his nose is buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin, of your hair — of you — deeply.
You let out a shuddering exhale and he has to restrain himself from picking you up then and there to haul you off into the bedroom.
While repeating the word "patience" in his head, Fuma presses a soft kiss onto your neck and hooks the collar on, making sure it isn't too tight, before he pulls back and holds you at arm's length, one word escaping him breathlessly.
"Beautiful."
Cheeks flushed, you look up at him and smile. As much as you want more of his lips against your neck and his body against yours, something tells you he has a plan, so you decide to ignore how erect your nipples have gotten, doing your best to maintain composure.
One hand moves up to touch the leather band around your neck, your eyes still on him.
"Do I look like a good puppy, Fuma?"
He moves his hands behind your neck, pleased by how the collar feels under his fingers, whispering "Not just a good puppy. You're my good puppy, ___," before taking you in for a kiss.
Your lips part when his tongue slips into your mouth, only for the kiss to end far too quickly, causing a whine to escape when he nips at your lip. You can't complain too much though, not when his hands are roaming your body.
A gasp escapes his lips when he feels your hard nipples, smirking at the moan that falls past yours as he pinches them before taking his hands away, so used to just giving in to his libido that this is quickly becoming a test of willpower for him.
By the way you grab at his forearms, your thighs pressing together, he can see it's the same for you as well, and he can't help the chuckle that falls past his lips.
"I'm so glad you like it. I spent hours searching for the perfect one."
Fuma picks up the other item in the box and latches it onto your collar.
"I didn't request a leash and wasn't really looking for one, but seeing it now..."
He loops it around one hand, pulling it taut with the other, and lets his eyes travel down the length of smooth black leather before handing it over to you, his eyes watching you carefully.
"It's a beautiful night, not many people walking the streets," he hums. "Care to take a walk, pup?"
As soon as what Fuma is suggesting dawns on you, fire seems to burn on your face at how warm your cheeks have gotten, but as the younger could easily see from the way you look up at him and hand him the leash, relinquishing control wordlessly, you're definitely not against it either.
"I'd love to take a walk with you," you say after nodding your head and handing him the leash, a name you've never called him before lingering on your lips before falling from them tentatively. "M-Master."
As soon as he hears the word, the title sending blood south, all of his initial intentions for the walk to be a relatively innocent and simple first step at trying pet play flies out the window, a different plan forming in his mind instead as he glances down at the leash in his hand and follows it up to where it's latched onto the collar adorning your pretty neck.
Without warning, he pulls you close with the leash and tilts your chin up, meeting your gaze as he murmurs just loud enough for you to hear, his eyes taking in your expression.
"Be a good puppy and get ready for your walk. I want to have fun with you tonight and I know the perfect place for us to be alone, but as much as I want to, I can't take you out in this..."
He plays with the hem of your shirt, his shirt, fingers trailing over your soft thighs and absently notes that you have shorts on.
"If someone sees us, they'd stare, and you know how I get when someone looks at you for too long."
Just as he growls after saying that, an idea pops into his head and he quickly smiles to himself.
"Unless, of course, you want someone to be watching us."
The words that fall from his lips are sinful, painting many images in your mind, the thought of looking like you had nothing but Fuma's shirt on causing even more heat between your legs, a whimper leaving your lips as you cling to him, voice already laced with need.
"If Master doesn't mind, I want to go out like this, wearing Master's shirt with the collar and leash on." You lick your lips. "Even if someone sees us, only Master is allowed to touch since I'm his, so..."
The smile on his lips curves into a full smirk. "Oh, so you want people to see you like this? One look and they'll know you're wearing my shirt, but they'll think that's all you're wearing: my shirt and a collar." He stares at you intently, watching your reactions. "You want them to think you're my slutty little puppy on a leash?"
Every word Fuma says has you trembling as they paint more and more details into the images you already have in your head. He can pretty much see how the gears of your mind are turning right now.
He takes the hands clutching at his shirt and kisses the back of each one in turn before guiding one of them down to palm the bulge in his jeans, a moan spilling out of your lips without warning.
"No time to waste. Put your shoes on and let's get going."
Risking a squeeze to the clothed length to feel its hardness in your hand, you barely keep in the pathetic sound that spills from your lips, nodding your head before regrettably pulling away to follow the command.
With your back now turned to him, the younger male discreetly sends a text and puts his phone away just a few seconds before you tug at his shirt.
"___ is ready for her walk, Master."
With a nod and a satisfied smirk on his lips, he takes the leash again and opens the door.
"Very good. Let's go, pup."
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Considering how late in the night it is, it's not a surprise to Fuma that you don't actually come across any people on the walk to the park, the leash in one hand, across his body while he walks alongside you, the other hand wrapped protectively around your waist, keeping you close.
Even outside, he could smell your shampoo, your lotion, everything that he's come to define as your scent. There's something else and he thinks he might be crazy, but he swears he can even smell your arousal; he's had his nose buried between your legs so many times that he's even become familiar with the scent of you there.
Though he had softened on the way, the sight of the park entrance brings Fuma back to painful hardness.
"Be a good pet for me and I'll give you a reward you'll really enjoy."
Fuma's whispered words in your ear sends your mind, which had wandered slightly during the walk, back into submission, his grip on your waist tightening slightly and making you nod your head in response, wetting your bottom lip with a glide of your tongue as you look up at him.
"Yes, Master... I'll be a good pup, I promise."
Urged on by the title you called him, he brings you in for a harsh kiss as if he's trying to leave his mark on your lips before moving to your neck to actually leave a mark, his lips latching onto a very visible patch of skin and sucking so that anyone who so much catches a glimpse of it knows that you're his pet.
The whimpers that leave your lips have him reaching down to adjust himself, his voice a low growl in your ear.
“Here are the conditions. If we pass someone and they look at you, let them stare; you are beautiful and you are mine. But don’t look at them. Confidently walk past because there is nothing to see here, just a guy walking his pretty pet around the park... That’s all you need to do.”
As soon as he gets your acknowledgment to these conditions in the form of a nod and a moan after he kisses your earlobe, the younger male chuckles and moves back so the walk could begin, keeping himself a few paces behind you.
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There's only a handful of people at the park at this late hour.
Most of them glance in your direction, only to turn away in embarrassment when what they're seeing actually sinks in. On the other hand, there are a few bold passersby who stare, but their curious looks only prove to excite Fuma more.
While he didn't expect it when he was preparing for this after you brought up pet play, he now finds himself experiencing an ego boost whenever someone looks at you.
If anyone were to give him a once-over, they would see the way his pants bulged in front, his clothed erection in full display, with him making no move to hide it. However, when anyone stared a moment too long at you, he'd glare; a silent warning of she's mine.
You, on the other hand, don't even spare a glance at the people you could hear whispering a distance away, occupied by your own excitement and the promised reward. While uncertain if they were actually staring or even talking about your interesting relationship with the man who clearly has you on a leash, it is extremely easy to imagine that they are, which only serves to increase your excitement, the dampness between your legs increasing.
You're tempted to turn your head and look at the man walking a few steps behind you, but you decide against it. If his firm hold on your leash when you accidentally walk too fast isn't anything to go by, then certainly the intensity of the air behind you — almost tangibly heavy and hot against your otherwise cold ass — definitely is.
After getting deeper into the park and turning a corner onto a more discrete path, a gazebo comes into view behind a tall line of hedges.
Fuma takes long strides to walk beside you, speaking just loud enough for you to hear.
"They use this for weddings during the spring, usually when the cherry blossoms are in bloom, but people don't usually walk around here after dark." He leads you up into the center of the white wooden structure, a thick grove of trees looming behind the gazebo. "This, my pet, is where I'm going to give you your reward."
Fuma drops the leash and slowly circles you, eyes darting between the trees, searching the shadows. He speaks to you quietly, conspiratorially.
“I was watching you as we walked through the park. Not even a glance at the other people. You behaved yourself, you were obedient."
His voice drops an octave.
"Good girl.”
Your body trembles, goosebumps forming on your skin as you stand there under his gaze.
He stops in front of you to pet your head, the gentle action contradicting the intensity of his stare, his hand dropping to cup your cheek.
“You followed my orders exactly. I’m so proud of you, pup.”
He takes your hand and brings it to his crotch once again, slowly grinding his hard length into your palm.
“This is what you do to me, pet. Watching you stroll around the park in so little clothes, in my shirt, tethered to me by this collar and leash.”
He grabs the leash near the point where it connects to the collar and tugs, catching you when you fall into him, hand roaming down your body, over your waist, to the hem of the shirt, causing soft whimpers to leave your lips as you take in shaky breaths.
He slips his hand underneath and trails his fingertips up your body, cupping and groping your breasts as he whispers in your ear, licking your lips as you try to move closer.
Fuma's warmth, his firm, strong body, his raging clothed cock in your hand...
“Did you know I can smell you? Smell how wet you are for me?" he growls. "If I were to put my hand down your shorts, how wet would your panties be?" His voice takes a mocking tone. "Are you even wearing panties?”
Cheeks burning, you let out a rather loud whimper that ends in a whine, your hand on the male's groin once again tightening its grip as you shiver in his arms.
"I am wearing panties," you respond, cheeks visibly flushed even in the dim light. "If M-Master could smell me, m-maybe I got them and my shorts drenched..."
Admitting this is extremely embarrassing, but you can't bring yourself to stop either, your attention completely fixed on him and openly letting him know how you're feeling, just like a pup would.
"I'm sorry, Master... But I can't help it, it feels too good..."
Fuma smirks. “Oh really? Feels good to be paraded around like a slutty little bitch for me? Or does having my cock in your hand get you hot and horny? Or maybe…”
He releases your breast to snake his hand under the waistband of your shorts and panties and what he finds isn't just wetness, but a whole damn flood, your shorts and panties drenched. He could feel his cock twitch violently at finally touching you, your searing arousal slick on his fingers, coating his hand. Dipping in and out, the younger male's fingers stroke and twirl in your pussy and around your folds, playing, teasing.
"Maybe my hands are just too much for you," he sneers. "Do you even need my cock in you to get off?"
You immediately let out a mewl of protest, shaking your head fervently in response.
"Please, Master, p-please, I need your cock inside me," you say with a tight squeeze to Fuma's groin, your hands clumsily moving to try and undo his pants. It's embarrassing to be this turned on, but you couldn't help yourself. "Always want Master's dick railing my slutty pussy, doesn't matter how wet ___ is, please fuck me—"
A chuckle leaves the male's lips.
“You’re really desperate for your master's cock, pet. You’re getting impatient.”
He drops the leash to stop your hands from undoing his pants and holds them firmly above your head with one strong hand. With his fingers still in your pussy, he walks you backwards until you're pressed against a wooden pillar of the gazebo.
“You want me to fuck your slutty pussy, huh, pup? Want my cock buried inside you? Should I fill you full of my cum and breed you?"
A whine escapes your lips as you nod your head fervently.
"What if I don’t give it to you?”
You're about to speak, to beg again, when Fuma leans in, uttering “We’re being watched” through a smirk. Your eyes go wide and you follow his gaze, his eyes on a figure standing a good distance away.
Dressed in a dark jacket and black jeans, his blond hair is the only contrast to the surrounding darkness. He leans casually against the trunk of a tree, making little effort to conceal himself from the couple.
Fuma laughs to himself when he notices the other male slowly palming himself through his jeans.
Turning back to you, the younger man checks for your reaction.
“How does it feel to have my fingers in your cunt in front of a stranger?"
Your cheeks, already flushed, get even hotter.
"Well, a stranger to you. Nicholas and I go way back. See the way he’s touching himself? I think he likes watching you, puppy.” Fuma pulls back slightly, his eyes on you, and asks. "Do you like being watched? Should he stay or should I send him away?"
Whimpering, your pussy walls tighten around his fingers even more as your needy gaze meets his again — an answer without words, but you speak anyway.
"I like it, Master. Please let Nicholas stay."
"In that case, he might as well get the best view in the house, right on stage." Hands otherwise occupied, Fuma beckons Nicholas over with an incline of his head.
The blond man saunters over and, putting one foot on the floorboards and a hand on the railing, deftly leaps into the gazebo.
"You look like you're enjoying the show," Fuma states with a glance downwards.
Well aware of his friend’s possessiveness, Nicholas stops a few feet away. At Fuma’s words, he relaxes against the railing, unzips his pants, and takes his own cock out, casually stroking himself as he takes in the sight before him close up. He gestures around with his free hand.
“You picked the perfect place for this; I didn’t see anyone else around, only on the main paths. But you already knew that, of course.”
Fuma gives him a sinister smile, nods, and refocuses on his lover when he feels the clench around his fingers and resists groaning.
Your responsiveness to him is one of the many incredibly arousing things that he loves about you. Even when you don't verbalize your response, your body certainly does. You are his ideal, his most perfect picture of a lover he could dream of. You not only entertain his wild whims and fancies but introduces fantasies of your own, fantasies that he is more than willing to explore with you.
“Shit. I need to be in you. Now.”
Fuma begrudgingly extracts his hand from your panties, a whine escaping you yet again, your juices coating his fingers and threatening to drip to the floor. Not one to be wasteful, he quickly sticks his fingers in his mouth and gives them one graze of his lips before holding them up to your lips.
With one word, one command of "Clean", your mouth immediately opens to take his fingers in. You're not particularly into your own taste, but when Fuma gives you a command, any thought of going against it is immediately thrown out of the window— especially in your current state, mind deep into sub space, thoughts filled with nothing but Fuma.
The slick wet sound of a hand jerking cock off arises louder a short distance away and you're reminded of the blond man's presence. Glancing over at him, your lidded eyes meet Nicholas' stare and your cheeks burn when he visibly tightens his grip on his cock upon eye contact with you, your mouth sucking on your lover's fingers a little louder then.
Nicholas is a good distance away, but his gaze is so intense that you feel like you're being held captive in them. Imagining both arousal and disgust in them, you find herself groaning around Fuma's fingers, hips twitching slightly as you get even wetter from this thought.
With his fingers still in your mouth, Fuma grabs your chin with the rest of his hand and yanks it back to facing him. His voice is venomous as he growls.
“My dear pet, why are you looking at him when I’m right here? Are you trying to make me jealous?”
Fuma looks furious and you are fascinated, taking in the expression he's making, devouring every detail. You have seen Fuma angry before of course, you've been together long enough for you to have seen a variety of expressions that others have not, but this face, this jealousy, is new.
You could hear what sounds like Nicholas snickering softly over the sound of him pumping his dick, your cheeks burning in humiliation as you keep your eyes fixed on your lover, speaking as soon as his fingers, wet and covered in your drool, leave your lips.
"I'm sorry," you whimper, genuine in your apology even though your pussy gets undoubtedly wetter as you stare at Fuma's expression while he undoes his pants, resisting the urge to do so for him. "Pup is sorry... Pup will only look at Master, so please..."
Relief washes over you when Fuma's gaze looks less furious, that relief expressing itself in shivers through your body, nipples clearly harder underneath your his shirt.
“Well, you were very good on our walk. And Nico over there is hard to ignore.”
He turns to glare at Nicholas, who tries to innocently shrug his shoulders, as if he has no idea how this is his fault, but enjoying it nonetheless.
Fuma releases your hands from over your head to finish unzipping his pants and shove his underwear just far enough down to be out of the way.
Unrestricted at last, Fuma’s hard cock proudly springs free of the hot confines of his pants into the cool night air. He hisses as he lazily pumps himself once, twice, before brushing the tip of his throbbing cock with his thumb to collect the precum gathered there and swipes it across your bottom lip.
“As you’ve been a good little pup tonight, you may taste.” Fuma takes the abandoned leash by the collar and tugs it downward, coaxing you into a kneeling position in front of his crotch, a groan escaping you at the way he takes control. He then holds the leash taut upward, forcing you to look at him. “But I need you to keep your eyes on me.”
Not wasting another second, you dive in to wrap your lips around the younger's rock hard cock, suckling at the tip while your tongue laps at the underside for a few seconds before pushing your head forward, your gaze fixed on him the entire time.
“Fuck. That’s it, that’s my good girl."
The praise Fuma showers you with has your body trembling with more need, to the point where you feel yourself leaking a spot on the floor where you're kneeling.
He pets your hair, eyes staring down intensely at you, watching the way you suckle the head of his dick so enthusiastically, breathing heavily as he continues. “You always suck my cock so well, pet. Even when that naughty Nico is trying to get you to look at him, flashing his embarrassingly wet dick, you always come back to me, like a good little puppy.”
The dark-haired male glances over at Nico and chuckles. His friend is on the verge of breaking. Hand vigorously pumping his dick, mouth hanging open, chest heaving, with dark eyes focused solely on the way you are ardently blowing him.
He looks down at you, your eyes gazing up at him like he’s the only man in the world, sending him quickly to his limit.
“Shit.”
He’s having trouble keeping his voice steady. He shallowly rocks his hips forward, shoving his length a bit farther into your mouth. He wants to cum down your throat so badly, but a part of him thinks it’d be hot as hell if you could get two people off at the same time, without even touching one of them, so he holds back.
“Nico likes the way you suck me, too. He’s watching your filthy mouth take my cock like it’s the only thing it’s made for. He’ll probably cum as soon as I do." He glances at the blond, a smirk on his lips despite how he himself is barely holding on, before looking down at you once again. "Should we let him?”
Thinking he is actually expecting a reply from you and not wanting to disappoint, you pull your head back so your mouth hole is no longer stuffed with cock, but still making sure to keep your lips attached to him as much as possible, worshiping his delicious cock with kisses and licks of your own, nodding your head, tempted to glance at the blond male but refusing to give in.
"But ___ is just a pet... So Master has the final call... ___ will follow anything Master decides..."
"Damn right your master has the final call."
Unquestioning obedience and pure trust, that's what he sees when he looks into your eyes. The way your mouth moves over and around his dick, licking and kissing with your eyes staring up at him, has Fuma panting.
"Fuck, you're hot," he growls and shoves his cock back into your willing mouth. It takes just a few thrusts before he's shooting his load down your throat, stilling and resisting the urge to let his head fall back in pleasure, but instead watches, captivated, as you keep your place on his dick.
He rips his eyes away from you for just a moment to confirm that, yes, just as he predicted, Nico came as well. His soaked hand was finally off his dick, arms hanging limply at his sides, head leaned back against the pillar, completely out of breath but still his strong gaze was on you and him.
When you pull off him, Fuma’s not surprised he’s still rock hard. He gestures over to Nicholas.
“Check it out, my beautiful, filthy puppy. You made Nico cum without even touching him. Look at the mess he’s made of himself, all from watching you suck my cock so well.” He pets your head and trails his hand down, cupping your face and stroking his thumb over your cheek. “And since you did such a good job sucking my cock, I think you deserve to have your slutty little hole fucked.”
Your lover's words of praise and the way he pets your head already has you sinking even further into submission than ever before, but hanging such a delicious fruit before you — the thought of getting fucked as a pet in front of someone as attractive as Nicholas — proved to be more effective than even Fuma probably expected.
Eyes now completely blown with lust, you look up at Fuma as you nod eagerly in response, tongue hanging from your lips as you pant like a puppy and beg in between breaths, murmurs and whimpers of "please" leaving you with clear desperation, legs already spreading apart while you stay on the floor.
Fuma recognizes the look in your eyes. You're deep in sub space, sitting on the ground like you might not even be able to stand without assistance, waiting for him to make the next move.
He smiles to himself. This is one of the biggest reasons he works out so much, to be able to pick up and manhandle whoever he wants easily, with this lover being the prime target. One small part of him wants to literally sweep you off your feet and make sweet, slow, tender love in this romantic outdoor gazebo.
As you shift and spread your legs and whine and beg, any thought, any notion of gentle lovemaking is squashed and thrown out the window when Fuma sees the visible puddle of your juices on the floor.
Fuma feels the blood rush down into his already hard cock and growls, the sound rumbling deep in his throat, and you soon find yourself with one leg lifted, wrapped loosely around his waist while he pushes himself into you, the stretching of your pussy around his thick length making you moan out loud, throaty and animal-like, as you tip your head back against the pillar, the one leg holding you up on tiptoes trembling as your walls squeeze around his cock, your entrance tight around the base now that he's fully nestled in your wet heat, toes curling in pleasure as your hands involuntarily make scratching motions (as you would've done to his back) despite the grip Fuma has on your wrists.
Feels your wrists flex under his hand, he looks up to see you making very familiar scratching motions with your fingers and chuckles, unable to keep from teasing, his breath harsh on your neck.
“I thought you were my puppy tonight. Looks like you wanna scratch like a little kitty. Anyway, go on, my pet. Scratch away.”
Arms immediately reaching for Fuma's back from under his arms, your nails dig into his clothed flesh just as he wraps his fingers around your neck and when he begins to squeeze, you begin to drag your "claws" across his back, moaning out as loud as the grip on your throat allows, walls clenching even tighter around his thick cock.
Fuma presses just a little harder on your neck, relishing in the loud moans that leave your lips despite the pressure. Fuma watches your face intently, taking in every detail, every flutter of eyelids, every labored breath, every moan and pant, every swallow, watching the change of expressions as pleasure washes over you and looking out for any signals of distress.
Your nails dig into his back and he belatedly wishes he would have taken off his shirt, let you leave scratches on his bare skin, but there is no way he was going to stop for that now. Even through the fabric, your nails raking down his back send shivers up his spine and make the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
Through the haze of the pleasure he's feeling, he senses a presence beside him. Fuma's and Nicholas's eyes meet, an unmistakable desire in the latter's.
"Ready to join the fun?"
Nico nods in reply. "Tell me where you want me."
Looking back at you, Fuma speaks. "Nico is going to touch you, my pet. He's going to help you feel good. I'll make sure his hands don't wander too far." He sets his intense gaze on Nico, who hastily nods again in understanding and waits for further instructions. "Nico, her boobs and nipples have been neglected. Show them some attention."
You could feel your nipples hardening even more under your — his — shirt at the mere mention of being touched, as if in anticipation for the attention Fuma commanded Nicholas to give them. Your walls tremble as they clench just a little tighter around the cock currently reaching into your pussy, leg tightening around Fuma's torso just slightly as if to pull him closer, wanting more of him inside.
With the way your leg shifts around him, Fuma feels like he’s pushing himself farther into you than ever before. His groans turn into a growl as he inches closer and closer to the edge of his second release that night, but thanks to you so expertly sucking his cock just minutes before, he doesn’t feel the urgency that he did prior. Instead, he can focus on making you feel good in every way and place possible.
He moves himself and you slightly back, off the pillar, to allow Nicholas room to get behind you. Nico doesn’t go for your boobs immediately; he is, by some standard, a gentleman when it comes to threesomes and interacting with an established couple, especially one that has as possessive a lover as Fuma. Instead, Nicholas places his hands on your waist, over your shirt, and closes the gap so he’s pressed flush against your back, breathing right by your ear. His erection is trapped between their bodies, but Nico doesn’t move beyond that; his orders are to attend to your boobs, not get off by humping your ass.
Fuma watches as the blond man inhales deeply by your neck, evidently also captivated by your naturally alluring scent. As he exhales, he glides his hands down over your hips to the hem of the shirt.
You realize your situation — sandwiched by two extremely attractive men, one of them being your possessive lover — when Nico slips his hands into the shirt you're wearing, letting out gasps and whimpers as he drags them over your stomach, exploring how your skin feels under his hands just enough to satisfy himself and get a reaction out of you, but not too much to earn a scolding from Fuma, causing your pussy walls to squeeze just a smidge around the dick inside you.
When his hands get to your breasts though, you let out a little moan as the blond speaks — "No bra? Well that makes it easier for me" — his humming seemingly causing the air near your ear to vibrate enough that you can feel it, causing shivers up your spine while he rolls and pinches your hard nipples, making you open your eyes — you don't even know when you closed them — to meet Fuma's gaze, the intensity of his eyes making your walls clench even tighter as if trying to suck his thick cock in deeper, a loud moan falling from your lips in the form of his current title.
"Master..."
As he watches you and Nicholas interact, Fuma toys with the idea of telling his friend to wait, then decides against it; there’s a strong possibility that Nico would cum whether Fuma told him to or not.
The dark-haired male slowly starts releasing his hold on your neck, letting the blood resume its flow incrementally. He pauses his steady thrusting for a moment, just long enough to adjust your arms to be around his neck, and swiftly picks you up fully, feeling your other leg wrap around his waist. From this position, everyone is so close to each other, every thrust will have your body moving against Nico’s, helping him get some friction of his own.
Fuma sees the lust-filled eyes of his lover and can't help trying to get you to sink just a little bit further into sub space.
“My little slut, getting so wet and so horny from a simple walk around the park. And all it took was just some light touches and licking my cock to turn my obedient pup into a whimpering mess. Pathetic." He sneers, increasing both the pace and strength of his thrusts in an effort to drive all three of them onward. "Now look where you’re at, practically naked with your pussy on display in front of someone you don’t even know."
Your head nods almost uncontrollably in response, mouth hanging open as you pant, tongue loose and almost hanging out as your cunt clamps around Fuma's thick dick like a vise.
"I can feel your pussy clenching around me, pet. You like being right between Nico and me, don't you? Our hands all over you, letting us use your body for our personal pleasure?"
You whimper, but that sound is immediately cut off by the harsh thrust he makes into your pussy, giving you no space to finish any of the noises you make with the pace he has set.
It's so so much. You could feel yourself getting absolutely pounded, Fuma shoving his cock so deep inside you that the head feels like it's ramming against your womb, this thought of causing you to go into thoughts about him breeding you like the bitch you are, nails on his back borderline breaking skin.
All the while, your back rubs against Nicholas' tent, his moans audible against your ear, his grip on your breasts tightening as he squeezes your nipples, feeling truly used by both men and your mind almost completely letting go.
Fuma sees the look on your face, feels your hips stuttering and shaking in his grasp. A glance at Nicholas reveals that he’s due for another release as well. His face is buried in your neck, breathing heavily against your skin. Fuma is on the edge as well, but he needs you to go over first. Despite all the controlled chaos of this arrangement, his main focus is on your pleasure. Everything else comes — or more appropriately, everyone else cums — second.
Just a bit more. A little nudge is all it’ll take.
“Fuck, you feel so good, smell so good. You have no idea how much just your scent turns me on." As if to emphasize this, the dark-haired male takes a deep breath in, and groans. "I feel like I need to hunt you down, capture you whenever I’m around you, like a wolf hunting its prey. Hunt you down and breed full of my wolf pups."
All of that almost has you cumming but you subconsciously resist, your body refusing to climax until he growls out the command “Cum for me, pet” right in your ear, teeth sinking into your shoulder causing you to cry out when you finally cum, gushing all around Fuma's massive cock while your entire body trembles with the intensity of your climax, nails digging deep into his back despite the fabric between them and your legs tightening even more around his waist, keeping him balls deep for as long as you can while incoherent moans spill from your lips with your tongue dangling out, hair sticking to your face due to the sheen of sweat on your skin.
Fuma feels it, feels everything — your legs tightening around him, your nails digging deep into his back, and most of all, every pulse and twitch of your pussy clenching around his cock as you cum, triggering his own climax and making your already impossibly wet pussy even wetter. His hips move of their own accord, still thrusting into your heat, riding out his orgasm and pumping you full of his cum. The sheer intensity of the release makes his head swim, but he maintains an ironclad grip on you, not letting you slip an inch from his arms.
They stay like that for a moment, several moments, it’s hard to tell with all the blood rushing back to his head and his ears filled with the sound of breath trying to be caught. When he finally feels somewhat back in control of his body, he gently pulls out of you with a hiss and sets your feet back on the floor, but keeps his hands firmly on your shoulders for stability.
Nicholas is leaning against the railing in a similar state of bliss, licking his hand clean. Fuma notes that he had the decency to cum into his hand and not all over your back, probably knowing that would count the same as marking to him and that is an absolute no.
Seeing the state everyone is in, sweaty and covered in all sorts of fluids, Nico speaks, reminding your hazy mind of his presence.
"Wait here a second."
With that, he leaps over the railing of the gazebo and dashes into the trees, right where he was standing before he was given front row seats. He grabs something from the darkness and rushes back over, once again jumping the railing.
"There are stairs, you know," Fuma chides.
"Takes too long," Nico replies, setting the item on the floor between them: a backpack that he opens to reveal towels, a package of wet wipes, a few bottles of water, and an extra pair of sweatpants, like some sort of emergency sex cleanup kit.
“Prepared, nice. Here, let me get this." Fuma unhooks the leash and puts it in a pocket of Nico's backpack. He leaves the collar in place and lets his fingers trail over the leather.
Fuma honestly can’t believe his luck at the situation. It has turned out to be one of the hottest, if not the hottest night of his life, and it all started with a collar and you, his beautiful lover.
"I do really love how this looks on you. Let's get cleaned up and go back to your place, ___. You and Nico can get properly acquainted while I make us all some food."
He brings you in for a kiss then looks you over, raking his eyes down your body like a work of art in a museum. “This was probably the hottest thing we’ve ever done. I loved it so much... I love you so much." He smiles softly. "How do you feel?”
Nodding your head as the clouds of content start to clear a bit, you smile up at Fuma. "I love you too, Fuu-kun. And I feel amazing, albeit," you pause, shifting your legs a little, your inner thighs messy with the combined juices that had spilled out, "in need of a quick shower, I think."
Fuma looks down and smiles, a hint of embarrassment at the cute nickname in this situation. “In that case, let me clean you up a bit.” He swiftly kneels down in front of you and coaxes you to widen your stance before holding out a hand to an observing Nico, who hands him a couple wet wipes and a towel with a smirk.
“Look at all this,” Fuma says, impressed by how wet your inner thighs are. He starts wiping them down ever so gently with the towel, then again with a wet wipe.
He checks that the pillar is right behind you for support, then hoists your leg up over his shoulder, giving himself better access to continue his cleaning.
Seeing his cum trying to drip out of your pussy, he forgoes the towel in favor of his fingers, carefully plunging into your heat and scooping out a mess of fluid. The sloppy sounds of him scooping fluids straight out of your pussy causes your face to burn, biting your bottom lip as you stand there with your legs spread. You risk a glance at him and are met with your lover dragging the same fingers that were cleaning you out on his tongue, and while his expression screams tacky porn, you barely silence the whimper in your throat before he cleans that hand up with a towel.
“We really came a lot. We might just go through Nico’s whole supply here.”
Nicholas, meanwhile, had quietly cleaned up and put himself away, idly watching the couple with amusement while sipping a water bottle.
Fuma meticulously wipes and cleans around your folds until he’s satisfied, careful to not rub any areas that might be oversensitive, before he leans in to give a chaste kiss to your pussy and stands up. He takes your wet panties and shorts from the floor and rolls them up, stuffing them in Nico’s bag and taking out the sweatpants. He raises an eyebrow at the blond, who nods back in reply.
“Put these on. We can’t have you walking back home half naked, that would be very indecent,” he teases, making you laugh softly as you take the sweatpants, giving him a light slap on the arm and inserting your own sarcastic remark — "Very indecent indeed. Definitely wouldn't want to be branded a pervert" — before pulling the garment on.
Next thing you know, Fuma's handing you fresh supplies and giving a command — “I cleaned you, now you clean me" — that almost has you slipping back into sub space, but you manage to hold on and do as told, wiping the smears and half-dry trails of juices on the skin of his thighs before carefully cleaning off his cock, thick even when it's not fully hard, trying not to think about the way it twitches in your hand, wiping all the way down to his balls just in case.
When you're finished, he helps you up and kisses the back of your hands, praising, “That’s my good girl." He adjusts his pants and underwear back into place and zips up, before taking off his jacket and draping it around your shoulders.
Nicholas, having collected all the used wipes and thrown them in a nearby trash bin, returns to see the couple cleaned, dressed, and at least mostly socially decent, save for flushed cheeks and clearly satisfied expressions. He zips up his backpack and shoulders it.
“Ready to go now? I’m really hungry.” The blond looks around, scanning the area. "And I don't know how much longer until someone comes by here."
Fuma nods and leads the way back home, one hand clasped over the back of your hand, the other arm protectively around your shoulders. Nicholas takes his place on your other side, and as they walk, he gently bumps your free hand with his.
You turn your head slightly to catch him glancing at you and, smiling just a bit, catch on to this very subtle hint. Thinking there's no harm in granting this request considering what Fuma has already allowed the blond male to do, you take his hand and clasp them together, humming as you continue to walk with the two men, very much comfortable and feeling very protected by their presence.
To the dark-haired male, you look up, admiring the moles near his lip and on his neck for a few milliseconds before asking, "What are you going to make for us, Fuu-kun? Is it going to be your special pancakes?" A cheeky grin forms on your lips. "You know I love your pancakes and breakfast food at night is never an issue, especially when you're making them." You look over to the other male, squeezing his hand a bit. "You don't mind either, do you, Nico?"
Nico strokes his thumb over the back of your hand and joins in on the teasing. “Pancakes? Fuma, you can cook?”
He dodges the playful swatting of Fuma’s hand, laughing.
"You all want pancakes, huh? Ah, I suppose I can make pancakes," the dark-haired man replies with a dramatic sigh, but really, he loves being able to do this, provide food for the people he loves, whether it’s for you or for friends like Nicholas.
And now that he thinks about it, he’s happy that even when the fun is over, they’re all in such good spirits, and it's not just from afterglow.
He didn’t have any doubts that you and Nico would get along, but actually seeing you two together, walking and smiling, gives Fuma a sense of relief, as well as excitement. He now knows for sure that Nico can be a welcome addition to their sexual life, as well as normal everyday life by the looks of it.
He watches, a soft smile playing on his lips, and stifles a giggle when he notices that you and Nico are holding hands.
Yep, they’ll get along.
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just to set expectations, part 2 will be a continuation of events from the same night, just at your place... 👀 and yes, there will be more smut
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