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Day 11 of Kinktober: Swimming Around With Arthur Curry

Pairing: Arthur Curry x fem!reader

Warning: making out, eating out

Y/N’s POV

Arthur took me this magical place that I’ve never seen in any books or the internet before but it looks so majestic and the plants, never seen before either.

“Where are we?” I say still looking around at the place.

“This is where I became king of the ocean.” He says behind me.

“Really? Where were you at in this place when you became king?” I turn around and said.

“Right down that pond.” He points at the pond.

“What’s down there?” I question.

“The Karathen.“ He whispers in my ear.

“Is that where we’re going to, is that why you brought us here?” I look at him.

“Oh god no, we’re going over there.” He points to a waterfall.

“That looks gorgeous.” I look at the waterfall.

“You wanna go for a swim?” He asks.

“Yeah sure.” I said.

Arthur and I get undressed and Arthur dives into the pond where the waterfall is. He pops out of the water and swims up to me.

“The water feels great Y/N/N.” He says.

I look at him and then look at the water, I get in the water and the water does feel good! Arthur wraps his arms around my body to guide me where he’s going to. I lay my head on his shoulder, holding on to him as well.

We get behind the waterfall and the wall looks like it has crystals all of it, it looks beautiful.

“This looks beautiful Arthur.” I unwrap myself from Arthur.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He smirks.

I look down and chuckle.

I sit on a small edge where the wall of crystals are, Arthur swims towards me and getting up to my level, I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around my waist. I hold him close to make us be nose to nose.

“How you feelin’?” He says in a deep voice.

“I’m fine.” I chuckle.

“You wanna try something?” He whispers in my ear.

“What?” I ask.

He looks at me, he leans in and kisses me, I smile in the kiss, I wrap my legs around him and he takes us to a different wall. I tug on his hair and he kisses my neck which made me moan.

He stops kissing my neck and looks at me with those blue eyes, he goes under water and I can feel him touch my body and I feel something inside me, how can this be possible? I moan even louder and I can feel him touching me under water and his tongue touching my clit. He continues to do this for a minute or two and then I hear something in the water even though the water fall is so loud I feel like nothing can hear me scream in pleasure.

I stop Arthur from eating me out and to make him see what I’m hearing, it’s a fish that I’ve never seen before in my life.

“Y/N/N, you don’t have to worry about what’s going to happen, I’m here to protect you.” Arthur says cresting my cheek.

“Arthur I’m scared about anything in this area and I’m just scared something might happen to me with who or what is out there.” I said holding him close to me.

“That’s why I’m here to protect you, animals can understand me and I can understand them, believe me Y/N, I love you so much, I wouldn’t let a bug get near you.”

I think I’m blushing, he’s so sweet to me and he would kill anything if someone or something would try to hurt me, I love him.

“Arthur, can we kiss again? I actually feel safe with you when you do that.” I softly touch his hair.

“Anything to make my girl happy.” He smirks.

He kisses me and it felt like we were kissing for hours but it felt like it was 6 minutes. I felt things surrounding us but I kept on kissing him, I feel so safe with him.

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Until Sunrise - A Khal Drogo/Reader One Shot Story.

So I was feeling a certain way about Jason Momoa, and realised that it is absolutely uncalled for that I have not yet written for my favourite character of his! I’ve no idea how alive/dead the GoT fandom is (I’m expecting dead, lol!) but I’ve tagged anyone I can think who might be interested, or because I know whatever form he’s presented in, you like him because he’s Jason motherfucking Momoa. As you should. 

Words - 1,375

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

The moments you lived for; they were only ever fleeting at best. He would send for you, as he always did, picking one of his favourites from the tent of women devoted entirely to keeping the Khal content, eyes that burned with envy following you as you departed, ready for him. They always did.  

Walking over the dried-up terrain, you cast your eyes to the sky, seeing the moon beginning to rise, knowing the silver orb will be glowing fully through the inky night sky by the time he’s done having his way with you. He never allows you to remain until sunrise.  

Entering his tent, you find him standing in wait for you, the splendour of his nakedness appealing as always, approaching with long strides and taking you roughly by the arm, as is Drogo’s way. He rarely shows anything less than dominant claiming, towing you to his bed, making short work of your clothes.  

“How do you want me tonight, my Khal?” you ask, your Dothraki flawless. He does speak the common tongue, much more than he would ever let on, yet you have only ever communicated with him in his own language.  

He takes a moment for contemplation, his finger running along your jawline. “Face down, backside up.” Not surprising. He always prefers to take you from behind. You feel his weight dip the bed behind you, one hand placed at the top of your spine, the other beginning to stroke at you. His hand is oiled, as is his only real consideration for you, that you be slippery enough to sheathe his huge cock. Foreplay is a word unknown to him, in any language.

It is surprising to you, as your folds are parted, that he simply hasn’t done the minimal to wet your walls and swiftly breech you, his fingers touring you, exploring the petal soft flesh of your sex. Those slippery fingertips swirl around, until they reach your little bud, a soft gasp fluttering from your lips, Drogo focusing in on it.

“Good?"

You are confused, pleasantly, though. “Yes, my Khal."

He takes a moment of pause, ceasing the rubbing. “Truly? Or do you just speak this to pacify me?" He leans to you, his breath hot against the back of your neck. “Tell me how you like it.”

You are too scared of sparking his terrifying rage to even question why he cares, only pleasantly surprised that for once, he actually does. “A little softer to begin with, less pressure.” When his fingers begin to circle again, it’s pure bliss, your lips parting on a soft moan. “Just like that, my Khal.”  

He straightens, his dark eyes watching, enchanted by the sight of you spread before him, his fingers quickening a little, dragging them back and forth, offering the same at your entrance, your arousal bathing them. He likes that, the feel of wet silk warming his fingertips, pushing them inside of you, a grumble rattling his throat.  

“Soaking,” he grunts, dragging them back, returning to your aching bud. “You feel beautiful.” It must be different for him, to feel the arousal of a woman, since you can bet he never really has before. He oils each whore, dousing his cock, fucking them until he dances with the stars before they are cast aside, their purpose served. 

Little glimmers skitter over your nerves, pleasure beginning to make you trickle hot for him, Drogo shifting, removing his hand as he crouches behind you, replacing the contact with his tongue.  

“Oh, gods above!” you hiss, the warmth of his mouth stoking your fire, the very first you’ve ever had settle between your legs and indulge you in the hot, flat wet of long, languid licks.  

“Turn.” He demands, his rough hands parting your thighs as soon as you are upon your back, his mouth reconnecting with you, greedy, his beard rubbing against you as he licks at the honey of your cunt. “Still good?”

“Incredible!” you cry, your hands clutching the pelts you lie upon. “Please, do not stop!”

A smirk tilts his full lips, his eyes finding yours over the rise of your breasts, tongue rapidly placing a firm lick over your bud. “She demands of her Khal?”

He sounds more amused than anything, but to hear the tinge of balefulness, of him bringing you back to yourself, you fluster a little. “I... but what I mean to say is... I...”

He moves until his face is above yours, placing a finger to your lips, and a kiss to your throat. “Quiet with your words. No more talking, but you will let me hear how much you enjoy it.” Moving back to your apex, each lick he bestows to you is a rain of celestial decadence, tongue beating over the swell of your clit, the nectar of your arousal soaking his lips as he eats you feverishly, without pause, like a starving wolf would gorge upon the carcass of a deer.  

“Oh, you are divine, my Khal!” you cry, incoherence following as he sucks upon you, cheeks hollowing, his eyes almost black, pupils blown with lust as he grunts against the sopping mess of your cunt, enjoying you in his mouth. That is until he moves to arrow himself into your soaking centre, the many inches of his girthy cock splitting you wide, his mouth closing in a hard suck upon your nipple.

“Drogo,” he breathes, tongue beating over the little stiffened peak. “I want to hear my name upon your lips.” He grasps your jaw, turning your head to face him, eyes homed in upon you in an unbreakable stare.

Your mouths meet in a feverish kiss, a clash of tongues and teeth, your moans spilling from your lips onto his like wine. “You are divine, Drogo.” Taking him is like taking an entire storm within you, Drogo moving to kneel before you, grasping your thighs as his eyes fall to watch his glossy cock daggering into you deeply, an earthy rumble of a groan filling the air.

You are singed upon the heat he drives into you, cool fire flooding your veins, freezing and melting you again right to your very marrow as he pounds into your cunt, evoking your wails, your hands reaching to stroke the wide plane of muscles across his broad chest. The dark of his pubic hair glints in the candlelight, soaked from the dew of your cunt, your eyes falling to view it, to witness how his cock looks as it parts your walls again and again.  

It is a sight you have never beheld before, only ever being taken from behind, your eyes fixated on how sumptuously erotic it is, to watch how good he looks inside of you, his hands beginning to stroke your skin as a bonfire of pure sinful bliss rages between you.  

He moves his hand to your face, thumb dragging over your lips until they part, pushing it into your mouth. “Get it wet.” You meet his simple demand, sucking on it until it is as he requires, Drogo moving it to begin stroking at your clit once more. It’s more than you can handle, and he knows it, smirking down at you once again until his face contorts in bliss, grunting deeply as he gives his cock with keen thrusts, the sounds of your sweaty flesh smacking together filling the tent.  

He moves within you with nothing short of brutal voracity, until you can feel it radiating through you, stars sweeping from the strokes of his thumb as your light begins to shine out over his horizon, your body blooming as you fall apart around him, the fluttering of your cunt dragging his release from him. Thick ropes of cum paint your pulsing walls as he spills into you deep, breathless and spent, pulling from you and resting down on his back.  

You know that this is your cue to get up and leave quietly, yet when you rise, your escape from the bed is halted by a large hand splayed to your chest, Drogo pushing you back down. An arm slides beneath your shoulders, your Khal pulling you against his chest, fingers stroking swirls over your arm.  

"Stay."  

And you do. Until the sun rises.

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[kaiandthestrangespaghetti]

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You, like everyone else labelled 'Bad Batch' have been abandoned in the desert. Miami Man, the leader of a group of cannibalistic desert dwellers finds you. You prove yourself much more useful alive than dead. This series is ongoing and this post will be updated x

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four (pending)

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[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

My alpha update😀?

I did post a little sneak peek here if you're interested :P

SNEAKY PEEK

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Jason Momoa 17 years Old

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Paul Atreides

We Can Share - Feyd-Rautha x Reader x Paul Atreides Y/n is Feyd and Paul's childhood friend; rather than choose one, why not have both?

We Made an Agreement - Paul Atreides x Reader x Duncan Idaho Y/n and Paul are married, both agreeing they can sleep with whomever they like. The reader finds comfort with Duncan. But Paul questions if the agreement works for him anymore.

My Gem - Paul Atreides x Reader Paul asks for the Emperor's eldest daughter, Y/n, for her hand in marriage.

Don't play the Fool - Paul Atreides x Reader Paul and Y/n are in an arranged marriage, and Paul notices his bride is unbothered by it. Maybe he can change her thoughts; after all, marriage can't be all that bad.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

His Little Wife - Feyd-Rautha x Atreides!Reader Y/n is Paul's twin sister and is sent to marry Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

We Can Share - Feyd-Rautha x Reader x Paul Atreides Y/n is Feyd and Paul's childhood friend; rather than choose one, why not have both?

Delicate Feelings - Feyd-Rautha x Reader Y/n is to wed Feyd-Rautha; intentionally, she is frightened, but Feyd begins to fall in love with her. When a man makes a move on the reader, Feyd reminds him; that he doesn't share.

Our Na-Baroness - Feyd-Rautha x Reader x Duncan Idaho Y/n is arranged to marry Feyd, and her lover Duncan goes as her personal guard to keep her safe. When Feyd learns of the lover's relationship, he ensures everyone understands where they belong.

Yours Truly, Feyd - Feyd-Rautha x Reader (Bridgerton-inspired AU) Feyd-Rautha, who hasn't felt the need for marriage, attends a courting ball to keep in his uncle's good graces. Y/n, on the other hand, has dreamed of her first courting ball, her debut to all the eligible lords. But falling in love with someone without intentions of marriage while thinking they don't reciprocate your feelings is silly, right?

His Sweet Kiss - Feyd-Rautha x Reader Y/n witnesses the attack on Arrakis, hoping to escape and find Paul. She is captured by the Harkonnen soldiers. And the future Na-Baron takes an interest in her.

Sandstorms aren't all that bad - Feyd-Rautha x Reader When Feyd-Rautha and Y/n are stuck in a cave during a sandstorm on Arrakis, they both confess their feelings for one another and find a way to pass the time.

Duncan Idaho

The Sword Master and the Ward - Duncan x Atreides!Ward Reader Duncan Idaho, the Atreides sword master, begins an illicit affair with Duke Leto's ward Y/n

We Made an Agreement - Paul Atreides x Reader x Duncan Idaho Y/n and Paul are married, both agreeing they can sleep with whomever they like. The reader finds comfort with Duncan. But Paul questions if the agreement works for him anymore.

Our Baroness - Feyd-Rautha x Reader x Duncan Idaho Y/n is arranged to marry Feyd, and her lover Duncan goes as her personal guard to keep her safe. When Feyd learns of the lover's relationship, he ensures everyone understands where they belong.

You will never lose me - Duncan Idaho x Reader Escaping from the attack on Arrakis, Y/n Atreides is reunited with Duncan Idaho and living amongst the Fremen in Sietch Tabr. While Paul and Jessica work with the Fremen about the Lisan-Al Giab prophecy, Y/n and Duncan grow closer, revealing hidden feelings for one another.

Leto Atreides

Feyd-Rautha looking after sick reader headcanons | coming soon

Dune men reacting to their so saying " i love you" | coming soon

Dune men looking after reader on their period | coming soon

Duncan Idaho x Reader - You will never lose me | coming soon

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[tonystarksproperty]

Hi Milo! would you please write Yandere Khal Drogo x pregnant wife reader? with smut? and that the reader loves it a little as if she had Stockholm syndrome? I am completely in love with my Khal :D thank you very much in advance :))

ps: i love your work it's just amazing <333

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yall are so nice omgg :}

this man has me on a chokehold literally

disclaimer: italics indicate dothraki language & female reader

warnings: yandere theme, dubcon sex, breeding kink, mentions of betrothal, possessiveness, noncon relationships, 18+ content.

One thing about this man right here, he doesn't care. Yes, your belly is swollen with one child. Never to late for another? He is a good fuck: its in his blood, his veins, his pride. You will never find another man like him to satisfy you. Your body will never fully be satisfied unless it is him.

However, Drogo is no fool though, he knew you were going to anything in your power to prevent the pregnancy: beg Viserys to kill you? It was such a good act, he must say. You had requested him to threaten you with the blade during the feast so maybe, just maybe: it could all be over with. But Drogo remained calm during the performance because he was well aware of your misery with him. He enjoyed it though, savored you until his heart content. He doesn't give a horse's ass if you don't like your new life. It is what was born for you to do, to breed.

You better pray because you never leave the tent nor lift a finger; the maidens of the tribe live to serve their khalessi. Drogo is the type of lover person to not feel sympathy to others no matter how bad the grief may be. Not really connected with his feelings, just his desires.

You stood up upon his arrival in the tent, no matter how weak or sore your body ache. You were trained to always greet the khal with exact and focus attention. He just walks in while throwing his weapon on the side of him and onto the floor. His dark eyes hadn't left your gaze. He approached you with his heavy footsteps, as his hands coated with one’s blood that was not his own, examining your facial features; observing to see that he had returned to you just had he left you: stable.

He had done this various times but it was a habit to see if anyone would harm the stallion that will mount the world. You were wearing an upper-waist dress with an floral palette and flowiness, the dress dropped to your ankles that hid your recently massaged feet. His hands were on your sore stomach and with a few rubs of gentleness from him: you inhale deeply due to the pain being at ease with his rubbing.

You open your eyes softly as his blood-coated hand print had been on the see-through dress. He cups your cheeks, bringing your face closer to his while examining you once again. He was worried to know if anyone had attacked you, his khalessi. You noticed this because you could see the worry on his stoic face: even if he managed to hide it so well. You grab his rough hand and gently caress his palm, despite the blood that was abusing your nostrils. Drogo noticed your gentleness to him, no matter how bad he treated you in your terms.

He leaned over to and kissed you, which you melted into because you were far to used to kissing Drogo. You had accepted Drogo, and his traditional and somewhat beneficial ways with you. You had no choice. His body weight increased as he was almost falling on you but he had placed you on the clothed rags that you both rested upon day and night. You push him away with all of your strength, feeling a bit more weaker by the second due to your sore belly weighing you down.

You were soon pushed down in a meer manner. You gently caresses your sore belly, Drogo noticed how your body couldn't handle his genetics obviously due to the pain you were enduring. You looked so full, so round. So very plumply. He was mentally smiling, it made him feel proud that your tiny body compared to his was so enjoyably weak. "May we just take this moon to rest?" You attempt to reason with him, you both were fucking non-stop every-night and you were already carrying one, you couldn't handle anymore right now. He shakes his head no. You already knew he was going to reply in that manner.

The traditional dothraki love language will forever be questioned and as much as you didn't feel like it: it was always coming. He had pushed you rather gently this time onto the horse fur and cotton rags that was used to make a makeshift bed. You flopped due to your strength decreasing each second with your stomach. He took the chance to lay himself next to you, as his clothes discarded with yours. 

You give a sensual moan at the loss of discomfort your sore body had posses with the clothes that were tight around you. Drogo enjoyed you in clothes that were tightly on you, showing your curves but in your current state, he wanted everyone in his tribe to be well aware that you are already claimed for the stallions that will mount the world. It was usual for the dothraki to become possessive over their beloved, you were far to used to it though.

You allowed his large, calloused hands roam over your body, not even having a say in the first place to be in-fact. You were about to protest, hoping you can take this night to just relax and ease yourself but Drogo had no relief in a few cycles. The healer of the tribe, that is rarely around had told Drogo that sex could harm the baby's life especially your body compared to his size.

He was well aware that his girth was large and did expected the outcome of no sex but that couldn't stop him and his animalistic urges that refused to go away. Before he had walked into the tent, he had mentally prayed to the old wise great stallion to bless your growing child lives under its guidance and blessings.

Perhaps, he should consider what the healer said but his urges had been getting through his head. And he cannot blame them. You were in your glory, laying down with your legs closed together as you turned your body to the side to rest, but Drogo had grew impatient due to the slightest of movements had allowed his cock become erected with pre.

It wasn't him getting excited, he doesn’t believe in such a happy emotion. It was his soul reacting to yours. He had took the chance to come up behind you, laying you down in his grasp as your body still turned. He refuses for you to be on your stomach, even though that was the traditional way to give pleasure in the dothrakian heritage, taking you from behind. You hadn't noticed how his large hands were on your swollen belly as he pushed you gently onto the rags that made your bed.

You arched your back at the sudden pleasure you were receiving as Drogo’s hands moved down to your bare abdomen and soon your pussy. You squinted your eyes as you bit your lip in anticipation as his fingers played with the outer-lips of your bare pussy. You weren't able to look at him. He had laid you down on your side where your back had been facing him.

You quivered as his other calloused hand rubbed your sore, bare back. You whimpered softly while his lips connected to your neck yet again. You were looking down because your body had been so sore from his genetics. He took this opportunity to enter you. You shot up instantly with small pleas for mercy to his force. "Drogo, please! I am with child!" You say in hope for him to calm down as his thrusts increasingly become sloppy.

Drogo snicked indistinctly. You truly had been afraid, never hearing Drogo laugh, cry or lose his cool and upon your arrival to the horselords: you would always find them intimidating, but none as intimidating as Drogo.

His large hands meet your hips, gripping your flesh roughly before bringing your body closer onto his cock with a small grunt. You used your hands to support your body from falling down but the pain was enduring enough. You were moaning as the slaps of both fleshes continued. You closed your eyes; allowing Drogo to continue, he was bound to. Consent meant nothing to him, to his pride. His grunts and groans described the relief he had been feeling as he ached for more of your touch.

Your body was uncontrollably relaxing. You felt yourself reach for your peak. His large cock within you had been so very pleasureful that tears of overstimulation coated your heavy eyes as you saw stars. "Please, I-" You blurt out as your climax was approached swiftly. He leans himself down to your ear. "Do it." Drogo orders while he puts himself into your neck to decrease his echoing groans. 

You leaned your head back, while he gave one last powerful thrust and it allowed you to release your building orgasm. Drogo had gritted his teeth furiously while his hot semen was unloaded again. You gasped heavily while a thin layer of sweat coated your aching body.

He leans down to you and kisses your forehead while pulling out. "Rest, my khalessi." Drogo coo's sweetly as he wipes away your tears with his large pointing finger. You nodded in agreement before turning your body to the side where your back had been facing him as his rough hands gently caress your sore belly while you drift to slumber.

Drogo noticed you fell asleep more quicker that usual. He was actually glad you went to sleep as a small smile crept up to the curve of hips as he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder before playing with your knuckles as his other hand continuously rubbed your aching yet growing belly. He knew he wasn’t the best husband but he was glad you were giving into your role as his khalessi.

His khalessi.

credz to @/tonystarksproperty

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[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Arthur Curry Masterlist

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Fluff🌺  Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

5/7 STORIES

5 Phrases That Arthur Tells You🌺

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

DRABBLES FROM MY 🧠

First Timers 🌺

Recruit From A Cave 🌺(platonic!reader) requested by: @biganddrunkunicorn imagine Arthur Curry recruiting you - a half-dragon person, with bat wings and hands/legs with scales and claws - to join the Justice League. And y/n is really scared of him because of all the water stuff and his appearance, but he convinces her to leave her cave and all. Pure fluff and platonic, the world needs more platonic imagines and hc

Fluff Alphabet 🌺

Mornings With Arthur🌺

Her Death Is Your Mistake 🌩️Orm captures Y/n turning Arthur’s promises futile

Going On A Date🌺

Dating Aquaman🌺

MULTI-PART STORIES

Imagine (1 OF 3)🌩️🌺

Imagine (PART 2 OF 3)🌩️🌺

Imagine (PART 3 OF 3) VER.1🌺

Imagine (PART 3 OF 3) VER. 2🌩️

PICTURE IMAGINES

Arthur Introducing The New Queen Of Atlantis, You🌺

Arthur Teaching You Hakka🌺

Arthur Taking You To Atlantis, Making You The First Human To See It🌺

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[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Jason momoa is dating his shy hairstylist! reader who really really wants but shy to ask him to eat her or fuck her up XD sorry

In the mood for somethin sweet

'Christ, his hair is a freakin jungle!' you think as as you stick the rat tail comb between your teeth and reach around ya man for the detangler. His eyes unknowingly watch you in the mirror, appreciating your curvaceous figure, but your too busy trying to unsnare his luscious blonde tipped locks. It's a real challenge to not huff out your irritation for him never brushing his damn hair. As his personal hairstylist you know it's factual information that if you don't do it then it doesn't get done.

Moving from behind Jason, you part his hair and start on the front. You're so concentrated on holding his hair from the root as you comb to avoid hurting him, you fail to take in his eyes raking over your juicy brown tits in his face. He licks his lips and continuously stares as you lean closer for better access.

You get a whiff of his cologne and its some effort from you to not nose his neck. Dammit, why does this fine ass man seduce you every appointment without even trying. How many times had you left the shop with an achy throb between your legs, just wishing he was going home with you instead.

Hell, it didn't make a damn lick of sense that guys still haven't fucked yet. This taking it slow nonsense was gonna be the death of you. But the way he petted your pussy always took you to another dimension, made you wonder what else he was good at. You've woken up from too many bomb ass wet dreams of what that mouth might do.

"Geez, Jase.. Why don't you just cut this all off. It's obvious you don't want it." Your irritation at his blatant disrespect for his hair comes out without your permission.

"Now why would I do that when it gives me excuse to come see you, sweetheart?" Jason responds with a hearty chuckle.

You feel absolutely pathetic that the nick name makes your tummy churn and heat bloom in your cheeks. Your so damn glad you can't blush. Your ok with your usual routine of avoiding eye contact during appointments but then rushing home to rub at your sticky little puss after he leaves.

"You can't possibly love coming in my shop every Friday evening, it's the weekend! Don't you have plans?" You ask, as you move on to comb and style the front of his hair.

"Yeah, I got something reeeal fun in mind for tonight actually." He licks his lips as he speaks, voice dangerously low while he continues to gaze at you through the mirror with piercing eyes.

Your mind races as you wonder what he could be about to get into. Maybe plans for a solo night? It's hard not to imagine him alone in bed, body glistening with sweat as he pumps at his fat dick desperately. Does he moan loud when he's all alone? You wonder if he likes to tease and edge himself.. Naw, you think, he seems like the type to go straight for that nut. Fuuuuuck you know he must cum buckets. The thought makes your thighs involuntarily squeeze together repeatedly hoping for some relief. You just KNEW he had a monster cock that could fuck you into oblivion. Your hands move in his hair instinctively, as you day dream about your sexy beefy ass client.

This doesn't go unnoticed by Jason. He watches you in the mirror as your chest rises and falls a bit faster, a light perspiration starting to cover you. You're nibbling your lip in a way that makes him wanna pounce on you, still rubbing those thick ass thighs together. He KNOWS the center of your lollipop is fuckin sweet.

"... Sweetheart?"

You only catch the end of his sentence thanks your nasty ass imagination. Fuck, your embarrassed. Never have you ever been so ready to get dicked down.

"Sorry, what was that?"

You still refuse to meet his eyes in the mirror as you move to finish styling the back of his hair. If you did peek, you would have immediately recognized his knowing smirk for what it was. He might as well have the power to read your mind.

"I said what are you doin after our appointment?" He repeats, hoping like a muthafucker that you'll be doing him.

"No plans, jus gonna go home and chill alone I guess."

"Why don't we grab somethin to eat? Fuckin starvin, princess." He suggests.

"Ok-kay, what're ya thinkin?"

You're a bit nervous. This was sudden. You've been out a few times in public together already AND it wasn't like the world didn't know you two were dating. But you guys had manage to stay in your own private little bubble and as introvert, it's been the best feeling in the world for you. Still, you crave any time you can spend with Jason, especially considering his hectic schedule for his upcoming movie.

"I'm thinkin somethin sweet... Maybe a little juicy? I don't usually do this but I'm tryna skip to dessert tonight." He says, smiling lewdly.

With your y/e/c eyes trained on his hair, focused intently on the small section you have left, you're missin all the cues. He thinks he might just have to lift up your snug little jean skirtand pin you down; start to eat so you finally understand he's tryin to feast on that pussy for dinner.

"From where? Oh! There's this cute little place, I think it's close by-"

"Woman.." He interrupts, and you recognize that commanding, dominant tone.

That's Daddy's Voice. You had hesitantly joked about it with the Jason the first time he unintentionally but successfully used it while he fingered you till you gushed on his sheets.

You fix your gaze to his, setting your hot pink comb down as you finally finish. You know what he wants to eat in an instant as he leers at you lewldly. As much as you want, no NEED this, you can't help but take a step back reflexively at his wolfish grin. Boy lookin at yo ass like he gone eat you alive!

Jason notices your retreat and in no way in fucking hell is he letting you get away that easy. He stands quickly, glancing at the mirror in appreciation, and runs his fingertips from the front back of his hair. He absolutely destroys your middle part, per usual, but somehow his sexy careless style looks far better than yours.

He then stalks your way and this time your steps backwards are intentional. Your horny ass boyfriend catches you easily though with firm hands on your waist as your back hits the wall. You look like a deer in headlights as he pulls you close, meshing your pelvis to his. His half hard chub feels thick as fuck against clothed mound, makes you close your eyes with quiet stuttering gasps of pleasure. Jason bends a bit to speak softly at you ear, watching you closely as to not miss one reaction from your shuddering body.

"You gone finally let Daddy taste his pussy or what?"

Your ears ring, his question on loop in your head. His thrusts increase in pressure but he keeps his snail like pace. The slow drag of his hips muddy your mind and you find it hard to focus on an answer.

Jason's okay with that though. He'll let your body speak for itself then. Kneeling in front of you, his large warm hands caress your denim covered ass, your soft warm thighs, and smooth cocoa brown legs. Reluctantly breaking eye contact, he silently taps on your furry black platform Ugg slippers and you lift each foot so he can remove them. You watch intently, as Jason lifts your left leg at the ankle and lays a soft kiss right below your gold dangling ankle bracelet.

"Pretty." He comments on your toes painted blood red nail and a matching 14K gold toe ring.

You wanna say 'thank you' but his lips continuing upwards, after he puts your leg up on his shoulder, render you speecheless besides your quiet moans. He leaves a molten hot trail that spreads warmth through your body and has you bucking your hips impulsively.

"Don't worry. Daddy's gonna give you what you want sweetheart, what I NEED. Cant wait to taste this pretty little puss."

Jason glances up your body, looking briefly at the diamond necklace he gifted you resting on your heaving chocolate tits. He notes how pretty you are in your sky blue tube top, as he lifts your skirt up and pulls your black lacy little thong to the side. He can tell you want this but still sees that hint of shyness in your gorgeous eyes and he can't have that shit! Doesn't mind suckin it out of you through your pussy if he has to.

You get no warning as he attaches his lips to your clit, reapeatedly sucking forcefully on your sensitive little button. The feeling is so intense you wonder if he's trying to inhale your poor quivering pussy. Even when your head smacks against the wall, the thud booming, there's no repreive. You stare blankly, mouth open wide, emitting loud panting pleasured whines as you gasp for breath.

"Daaaddy, aaah aaah Daaaaaddy." You've never moaned his title during him pleasuring you before but it's like he pulls it out of you.

His rigid dick jerks every few seconds in his black jeans from the way you grip his freshly styled hair, pulling it while crying and dripping all over his mouth. He wants so badly to slide his cock into you, knows for a fact that his pussy would be hot, wet and welcoming to him. Is more than positive you'll be his good little princess and let him breed you to his hearts content.

His fingers trace your soaking wet opening before teasingly pushing the tip of his index finger in and out with leisure. It may not be his monster cock but his finger is fuckin thick and is just what you need. He's glad he's got the wall to help him hold you up because he's losing concentration as you flutter frantically around his digit, trying to suck him in further while he licks at the pink of you vehemently. He wants so bad to feel you clutching at his dick like this; It's maddeningly to Jason not being able to fuck into you and drain his balls into your little puss. He can't wait till get his chance to overstimulate you till you beg and plead for him to stop.

Jason's middle finger joining his index snaps your back in a mean ass arch as you wail and try to push him away by his forehead. But your strength is nothing compare to his. He leans into you, snatching both your wrists in one hand and holding them tight as the other continues it assault on your insides.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuckoh fuckmeeeeee Daddyyyyy!!" Your screams bounce off the walls of your salon in echos and your more than glad you locked up and sent everyone home early for the night.

His leaky cock spasms in his snug black briefs, twitching to the same beat of your rapidly clenching pussy unbeknownst to either of you. He hopes to God he don't bust his nut in his pants right now.

"You knoooow what I want princess." Jason moans against your clit.

He serves you a harsh suck while moving his head back, pulling off your clit with a loud SMACK of his lips. Your eyes rolling back as you convulse and lustfully hump at his mouth. That tells him all he needs to know as he repeats the action again.. And again.. Again.. Then once more. He doesn't get to do it a 5th time as you unexpectedly start creaming against his now swollen lips.

"Daddydaddydaddydaddydaddy!!" You can't scrounge a single ounce of embarrassment at your desperate pleas for him.

His stare is penetrating as he continues to nurse on your contracting little puss. You shake and shiver, trying to yank your wrist from his grasp with no luck. Your body twists and turns while Jason holds you between the wall and himself easily. With creased brows and your cute button nose scrunched, you squirt and spray in little gushes. Fuuuuck just what he expected from his perfect girl. You cum loud, long and hard for him.

Only when Jason's beard drips of your essence onto your salon floor does he relase his grip and cease his mind blowing torture. His big dick tents his pants but he stays kneeled before you. A wet patch of precum on his pants is easily visible.

You're eyes meet his in an instant, entire body vibrating with euphoria from your orgasm, you know what you want next. So you tell him, licking your plump lined lips sensually.

"My turn, Daddy.."

#black reader #daddy k!nk #smut #jason momoa x reader #pussy eater #pussylicker #gushing #female ejaculation

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Til’ Sea Do Us Part

Arthur Curry (Aquaman) x Black Female Reader

Summary: After being in a complicated fling with Arthur, you take a much needed vacation to clear your head. But when your vacation uncovers an unexpected surprise, what will you do once confronted?

Warning(s): L Bombs, Hair pulling, Smut, Degrading, Praise

Word Count: 4.7k

Grabbing a shirt from the big pile of clothes on your bed, you fold it up and place it in your suitcase. Packing had to be the worst part of going on any vacation, your room would always be left in a total wreck afterwards.

“Knock knock.”

You sigh, already knowing who would have the nerve to knock on your door and actually say the words 'knock, knock'.

“What.”

You say, knowing who was at your door before you ever opened it because there’s only one person who knocks like that.

“Am I disturbing you.” He pushes past you and goes to your kitchen.

“Actually, yes. You are.” He rolls his shoulders as he cracks a beer he got from your fridge.

“Too bad. What are you doing anyway.” He leans over, seeing the tornado in your room. Going in it, he immediately sees the suitcase.

“You’re leaving?” A serious statement finally leaves his mouth.

“Yeah?” You go back to folding and packing.

“Where are you going.”

He crosses his arms, demanding a response.

“Wow. You never listen to me.” You huff, being more aggressive with your clothes.

“What do you mean. Yeah I do, all the time unfortunately.” You roll your eyes, walking up to him and his arms relax at his sides.

“If you did you would know where I am going.” You shove a pair of pants into his chest, pointing to your dresser.

“Third drawer.”

“Don’t do this to me now. It had to be a while ago.”

He chugs his beer and quickly throws it away. Well to be fair, you did tell him around a month and a half ago so it has been a minute.

“A cruise. I’m going away on a cruise, Arthur.”

Done with the outfits you start packing panties and bras.

“Yeah, with your best friend. See, I do listen.” You chuckle in the slightest.

“Whatever you say.”

You take a few from your drawer and place them in two piles.

“Woah! What are you planning to do with those panties?” He points to a dark green lace panties you have in your hands.

“I’m a grown woman, Arthur.” He shakes his head and snatches your underwear.

“I’m gonna need you to keep it pg on this cruise.” He says stretching his arm up so its impossible for you to reach your underwear.

“Stop being a child and give me that.” You hold out your hand and he stares down at you not letting up.

“Come on! I don’t have time to play around, the boat is leaving this evening.”

You reach up, putting your hand on his shoulder, “Please,” You plead, he sighs and finally hands it to you.

Zipping up your suitcase, you roll it in the hallway by the front door. You shove him out your room, “Aria will literally kill me if I’m late.”

“It won’t be the end of the world.” He tries to persuade you to let him stay but you are relentless.

“No. But it will be the end of our vacation.” He turns to you in your doorway, towering over you.

“A moment can’t hurt…come on.”

He leans down mere centimeters from your lips. Temptation calls out to you, just one moment won’t hurt. You put your lips against his. A peck is all that could be managed with how fast you pulled away.

“Arthur, I can’t do this.” You keep your distance with your hand on his chest.

“What do you mean? Its a kiss.” He bites his lip, thinking about that teasing peck.

“A kiss that turns into touching, that turns into sex, that turns into you…not wanting a relationship after you rocked my world the night before,” You see the guilt in his eye,

“We tried that whole thing and it didn’t work. I know what I want and I’m not settling for less.” He runs his fingers through his hair.

“I rocked your world, huh?” He smugly says, but the unamused look on your face says that this isn’t the time to joke.

“Bottom line is, you’re not ready for commitment.” You take a deep breath, slowly closing the door on him.

“So I’m going to pack matching lace sets, short dresses and swimsuits that shouldn’t be labeled as such because I’m not casual sex, I am a person that deserves to be valued and not seen as a personal fuck toy.”

You closed the door on him, not letting him issue a response. It needs to sink in for him. You met up with Aria and got on the cruise, as soon as you both got your bags sent to your room you changed into swimsuits and lounged on the top deck by the pool.

“and I told him, I’m not casual sex, I deserve to be valued as a woman.” You tell her, taking a sip of your margarita.

“I know thats right. It was long overdue. You let him get away with too much shit.”

You take out the straw and down the drink, sighing.

“He fucks so good.” She laughs at your blunt words.

“And he can be sweet from time to time. He checks off all the boxes and I mean all.”

She opens her mouth to ask you further questions but ultimately takes you word for it. Continuing to listen you ramble on.

“He just can’t commit. Its always something and its always me!” A worker picks up your empty glass and asks if you want another.

“Pina colada with extra vodka please.” They nod to you.

“Darling, that’s just men. There’s always something wrong when you find the “perfect” guy. Whether that be snoring or in-laws. Sometimes I wonder if life was easier when we were dating women.”

She puts on her shades.

“For now lets tan or get darker in our case and we’ll continue this conversation in the room. I can feel the conservative stares.”

You chuckle at her and smile closing your eyes.A few days in and your battling a crazy hangover. You were in the Bahamas for two days, Aria had family there so she spent time with them while you recovered. You got food and everything but you stayed in the room.

“When you see him after the cruise, tell him how you feel and if he isn’t honest with you then forget him for wasting your time.”

Her words repeated in your head, thats one thing you could depend on her for. Telling you what you needed to hear, no matter how much you hated it. Looking out on the balcony from the comfort of your bed, the sun was long gone and the moon shined on the ocean. You contemplated going out to the deck party but you didn’t want to push your luck, you were convinced you were one shot away from throwing up if you didn’t recover properly.

“I guess drinking my problems away only does so much.” You smack your pillow over your face.

A banging was irritating you and the tv wasn’t doing enough. Getting out the bed you drink some water from the fridge and the banging continues, at this point it wasn’t in your head. Looking around, you figured that it was coming from the balcony door. Opening the locked door, you’re immediately backed into the room.

“I can handle those little outfits you wear but body shots is where I draw the line.” He says as he locks the door behind him.

“How did you get here?” You ask, jaw dropped.

“And you saw my story?” He looks at you from head to toe and shifts his stance.

“Of course I saw it. Me and 600 other people.” You nod.

“Why are you here? Did you get so horny, you had to track me down?” You cross your arms over your chest.

“No, don’t be ridiculous. Thats not the reason I came. I came because-“

“-Let me stop you right there. You came all this way somehow. Cut to the chase.” You tell him sternly with your finger placed against his lips, having a strong feeling he was on the verge of ranting.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, not making any moves yet.

“No, you cannot.”

Who were you kidding of course you wanted to kiss him, honestly kissing barely touched the surface of what you wanted him to do to you.

“I understand. My life was a mess the week you were away. I found out I was a potential royal air to Atlantis, my half brother reeked havoc on the surface, tried to kill me in a duel, I found my mom, became king and I had a few near death experiences on the way.”

That is hard to follow up. Staring at him, your jaw slightly drops to his summary.

“This all happened in a week?” You exclaim in clear bewilderment. Processing everything he said to you, you smile to him.

“You found your mom.”

He smirks, you know how much it means to him to finally be with his mom. He always talked about how he wanted to at least have a conversation with her, he wanted her to see his growth and now he finally has that.

“So you’re a king?” He hums to your question, “Hopefully they know what they’re in for,” He nudges you, chuckling at your remark. Noticing how close you are to him, your breathing slows.

“I thought about what you said and is that really what you think? I see you as a sex toy?” You take a steady step back, your mind sways in distaste at those words leaving his mouth.

“You can reassure me all you want but your actions say so much.”

The eye contact was intense, he was looking for a lie something that told him you were lying but there was nothing. You were telling the truth. At this he practically collapsed on the bed, his hands stabilizing himself on his knees.

“Y/n, I don’t know what to say. What can I say?” He laughs sarcastically to himself.

“I don’t see you as a sex toy. I never did. Ever. I just…I have issues and I know you deserve way better than what I have to give you. But I want you. I always did, still do and I tried to stop, move on but that didn’t work.”

He says pouring out his truth to you. You know exactly what he’s talking about. That long night you two shared together, he lost his restraint? Pushing his hair back, he watches as your face goes through so much realization at once.

“I can work on my commitment issues. I can grow, I can mature. I will do whatever I possibly can to be a fraction of the man you need.”

You’ve never heard him speak about his feelings and issues so much. When you tried he would always change the subject but he was facing it head on. Whatever he’s been through definitely changed him for the better.

“Arthur.”

His name lingers on your lips as you move closer, standing directly in front of him. Doing your best to hold back tears, you take a breath.

“I-I…” The words couldn’t manifest on your tongue as you burst into tears. Wiping the tears away, you see him staring at you and embarrassment fills your whole being.

“I’m sorry. I need a moment.” You go to the bathroom in a rush.

Looking in the mirror, you shake your head. Crying in front of him had to be a new low. In the two years, you’ve cried over the whole mess of a relationship you both had, if you can even call it that, but you never cried in front of him. At all. He sat in shock. What did he say? Did he say the wrong things? His mother told him to speak from the heart and thats what he did. The whole thing is so overwhelming. When you saw him, you were determined to break things off but now you can’t bring yourself to do it. As corny as it might sound, it would feel like a piece of you was taken if you were to do it. Pulling yourself together, you grab a tissue, open the door and there he was ready to knock.

“I’m at a lost for words,” You sniffle, blowing your nose, “I was holding onto this for two years, just to hear you say that as I was ready to break this off.” He backs up as you get out the bathroom. His face visually drained, the optimism he had before now disappeared.

“Do you mean it?” You hiccup and he perks up, “I don’t want you saying all this to get in my pants.” You point to him and he puts his hands up, shaking his head.

“I mean it. I do. Sex didn’t even cross my mind.” You grace him with a small smile, complimented with puff eyes and tear stains.

Slowly he cups your cheeks, wiping your face with his thumbs. Leaning into you, he kisses the top of your head and hugs you. Rapping your arms under his arms, he holds you tightly and close to his chest. Stroking your head.

“I’m so glad you’re safe.” He mutters into your bonnet. The embrace was loving as if he was deathly afraid of losing you.

“I don’t want you to keep crying so let's stop talking about feelings for now.” You chuckle into his chest, looking up to him.

“I agree.”

You both figured things out yet tension was still in the air. Jealousy was somehow in the air. Shifting his head down, he kisses you. It’s no mediocre or shy kiss it was demanding and wanting. He was fully in the moment and so were you. Moving your arms up, you hooked them around his neck and he moved his down to your waist. Forcing his tongue in your mouth, he takes a breath through his nose. Drinking you in, squeezing your waist to make sure this moment is real. He went through so much just to recognize a great woman like you and understand not to let you go. This is the perfect moment. The moment for him to prove himself to you in this new relationship. Breaking away from the kiss, you hum as you lean your head back.

His kisses trail down your neck. Erratic patterns all over it, with the way he’s moving you know the hickeys will be more than visible even with your melanin skin. His touch is burning on your cold skin, you’re convinced steam is radiating off you with every touch and kiss.

“mm, arthur.”

You breathe out, sigh of relief leaving your lips as your shorts slide down your legs. He stops briefly, making sure you want this. Looking down to you, tenderness is seen in his eyes.

“touch me arthur.” You strip your skimpy shirt, revealing the matching set he was teasing you about.

“Keep talking to me like that and you might not like what I do.” He smiles, gripping you by the thighs and dumping you on the bed.

“This is your favorite color isn’t it?” You tempt him, the green lace on your body the physical representation of temptation.

The amount of wetness piling up in your underwear clearly amusing and exciting him as you hear a grunt rumble from his chest. Eyeing your body with a burning flame and pouncing on you, crawling on top of you. The bikini line that shows under your bra, your brown skin turning a shade darker from the sun, your tired hungover gaze and your curves. The dips on either side of your hips, the little chub on your stomach thats perfectly proportionate to your thighs and your soft shiny skin.

He notices everything, the inside of your thighs were calling to him, blinding him with the sparkly trail of wetness that left your cunt, your cute aching cunt. He shouldn’t be rewarding you, he thought, he should be punishing you for leaving him with a painful boner every time he saw you. But punishing is for another day, tonight is all about making everything up to you. Goodness are you attractive, your beauty alone makes him forget about every problem, every responsibility he has. All he thinks about is you when you’re in his view. He ran his hands over your body, soft touches from your knees to the inside of your thighs to tight squeezes at the sides of your stomach to light rubbing on your arms.

Reaching behind your back, he unclips your bra taking a good look at your breasts as he throws the clothing to the side. His hands cup your chest and you roll your eyes, slapping your hands on top of his to ensure he doesn’t move them. A cocky smirk plays at his lips as he leans down into your ear.

“tell me what you want,” he breaths lowly against your cheek, a moan falling from your lips as his knee nudges your clit.

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me into the sheets. Please, please, pretty please.”

Your desperation meets no ends as you immediately beg him, you’ve experienced his strokes before, you know what you’re in for and thats what makes this even more of a tease.

"I guess I should give you what you want. Since you asked so nicely.”

You nod repeatedly as finger plays with the hem of your underwear. Yanking them down your legs, you kick them down, flinging them off them bed. You make things too easy for him, who needs foreplay when you’re so wet. Pushing a finger in your tight hole, its goes in without a problem. Unbuckling his pants, he takes them off and pushes them to the floor. Cock on full display for you, rubbing his soaked finger on the head of his dick, his breath shuddered. Pumping his dick a few times, he makes sure he’s his hardest for you before lining up with your hole.

You tap your stomach in anticipation, waiting patiently to be filled up with his big cock. Pushing through your squeezing he groans, halfway through he stops to take a few deep breaths.

“I missed your hole.” He grunts lowly, sounding pussy drunk when not even his tip is inside.

“Your pretty little pussy.”

His hand reaches down rubbing your clit as he hastily bullies his way inside your gummy walls. Your toes curl at the stretch and you feel the coil in your tummy winding up with each moment he's inside you.

“no one...m'..can fuck- fuck me like you.”

You gasp as he leans down, moving out of you and pushing in, he smirks. You’ve been craving this even if you never wanted to admit it out loud, you were singing like a canary for him and he couldn’t have loved it more.

“miss me, baby?” His hips pulled back and snapped forward, finally finding a sinful stroke.

He was knocking into you like he didn’t travel thousands of miles to see you on this boat. Speaking of, the rough currents of the deepest waters couldn’t touch the way he thirstily thrusted into you. The hangover will be the least of your worries later. Tightening your legs around his waist, your nails move across his back, threatening to break the skin barrier, shortened moans leaving your lips as wind is knocked out of your lungs with every move of his hips. He was determined to fuck that bonnet off your head so he can pull on your braids, making you tell him you love him, he knows you do. Why would you put so much effort into a person and relationship if you didn’t, but he was executing this step by step.

“w-wow.. A-arthur.” Your core was twisting and churning, your fingers could not match up to the climax you’re about to get from this man. His words are now registering to you.

“I did…m-miss you. Oh fuck. Yes! I did.” You whine in his arms, his hand tries pushing your legs down, all you can do is smile as he looks you in the eyes. Trapping him in a tight hold, your cunt soaks his dick, his tip curving and scraping the top of your g spot. Your nails scratched down his entire back as you came down from your high, moaning.

Prying your legs off him, he sits up, resting them on his shoulders. All the while watching as your face twists up from the sensitivity, the skin slapping matched with his balls hitting your ass over and over makes you want to stay on this boat forever.

“You’re so tight. Loosen up a little.” He asks as his movements slow down, he knows you’re doing it on purpose now.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He says referring to him getting lost in you, shaking your head you grab his hand and interlock your fingers.

“its okay…” You smile to him and your hooded eyes gave away how dick drunk you are but if you say you’re okay then you’re okay. Keeping the slow pace, he pounds into you. The position mocked missionary and your soul honestly can’t take anymore of him staring into you with his piercing eyes. His other hand made its way to your head as he flipped you into another position, pulling off your bonnet and he holds onto your braids.

“Arthur!” You wince, head being pulled back and your back forced to arch, he had you on all fours. Right where he wanted you.

“do you have to be…this rough?” You whine and grunt as he holds your braids tighter. He’s considerate of where to pull your hair, so he doesn’t yank out your braids.

“What makes you think you don’t deserve it? I could do much worse. If you want that.” He says to you in between pants, his voice hitting a dangerous low in your ear. The promising opportunity leaving a smirk on your lips. Hitting your high once again, your body tingles all over, it felt like butterflies but more intense. Its confusing, isn’t it a tad bit too late for butterflies at this rate? he’s literally inside you.

“Tell me something.” He gathers your attention, pulling you completely out of your bliss and thoughts as his pace reaches a halt.

“And don’t lie to me.” He speaks deeply into your right ear, a message only meant for you to hear as his hand goes down and cups your mound.

“Do you love me?”

You bite your tongue, wincing at the pain. Out of all the things he could say…he said that.

“Is now really the time-“ You turn your head to the side, able to see him out the corner of your eye.

“Yes. Now is the time.” His expression is neutral, no joking or anything of the sorts, he is 100% looking for a truthful answer. You sigh.

“I do love you.”

The silence consumed the both of you as you stood on the bed in fucking position. Was that the answer he’s looking for?

“Say it again.”

He demands, rubbing on your clit as he grips your hair tightly.

“I love you.”

You bite back moaning the words, your fingers tangling in the sheets more and more.

“Again.”

Your legs cross at the ankles as you forcefully squeeze him in you, his fingers on your clit isn’t nearly enough.

“I love you, Arthur.” You exclaim, swallowing heavily and he shifts forward, his beard tickling your shoulder and cheek.

“I love you too.” He says in your ear, a smirk painted on his lips, as he kisses your cheek, neck and shoulder. Taking in a deep breath, you grin.

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Breathing in and out, you sniffle at the hair that went up your nostril. Moving the hair out your face, you shift on the pillow, basically hiding your face in it. Nothing registered for you yet, for all you care its a regular morning in bed. A slight chill on your neck causes you to shrug and blink your eyes open, turning over your eyes focus on the surroundings.

“Look who’s finally awake.” She says in an sarcastic tone, looking up from scrolling on her phone.

“when did you get back?” You ask in a whisper, your throat sore as hell.

“Last night, although I had to take a detour because of all the ruckus you were making in here.”

She was definitely waiting for you to wake up to tease you. Letting out a short embarrassed giggle, you wave her off.

“you sound like an old lady.” She chuckles at your comment and sighs.

“could you pass me a shirt, I’m pretty naked.” Aria throws a shirt at your head, slipping it on, you sit up and look next to you. Arthur is passed out cold with a raging case of bedhead, the sight is one to be photographed and framed. Stretching and rolling your shoulders, you blink slowly as if your brain is still mush.

“Never thought I’d see the day where an underwear would be flung on my bed.”

You laugh, holding your stomach as she points to the panties she placed on the table in-between both beds.

“So thats where I kicked it.” Getting out the bed, you grab the underwear and put it with your dirty stuff, putting on new undies.

“What time is it?” You ask, picking up the clothes on the floor, folding his up nicely and placing them on the foot of the bed.

“11:42” You nod, stifling a yawn as you scratch your head.

“What on earth did you do to him?”

She utters, genuinely concerned as she stands over him, eyeing the visible hickeys, bites and marks all over him.

“Someone was hungry.”

“Do you ever get tired of teasing me.”

You ask, half rhetorical and half serious. Lifting up to stretch your stiff limbs as you watch her movements.

“Nope, you know what else I never get tired of?”

“Wine.” Your tired voice mixed with her joyous voice in a harmonious yet comedic way.

“So if you’ll excuse me, I have a wine tasting to get to.”

She grabs her purse and waves you off as she leaves the room. A sharp pain hits you in your bladder and you run to the bathroom. As you use the toilet, the pain leaves your stomach and you go back into the room.

“Good morning.” His raspy morning voice just makes you want to crawl under his skin.

“Good morning.” You shoot him a warm smile as he motions you to come closer. Standing by the bed, he reaches up and traces your jawline, rubbing your chin with his finger tips.

Pulling you down to his level to kiss you tenderly, a low moan leaving your lips, his hand moving up underneath your shirt to squeeze your hip.

“How are you feeling?” He breaks the kiss, sits up and off the bed in his boxers.

“I’m good, my stomach is hurting a bit but I’ll live.”

“Where is it hurting?” He helps you lift up your shirt and watches as you point to the area below your belly button.

“Somewhere here.” You grunt softly, accidentally touching the sore spot.

“Here?”

You shake your head.

“Here?”

You see what he’s doing, one hand trying to point out the problem and the other caressing your back, making its way to your butt.

“Here??”

He stares at your stomach, glancing at you for a moment, making you chuckle and utter a no. Your eyes go wide as he gropes your ass, playfully grabbing his wrist, you shake your head.

“You’re not slick.” You chuckle with him.

“Relax, I’m trying to assess your situation, so be a good patient and stay still.” He cackles mid sentence and finds his composure.

“The whore is jumping out, Arthur.” He bursts out laughing as you reach up to fix his hair, pulling down your shirt, you put on your shorts and point to his clothes.

“Let’s get some breakfast, I’m hungry.”

You tell him as your stomach rumbles. Putting on his clothes from last night, he turns to you as he messes with his hair.

“I’ll have to leave soon.” He warns you and you nod.

“Time is money then.” You grin, grabbing your phone and walking to the door with him close behind, before you open the door he spins you around.

“I love you.”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek and one on your lips.

“I love you too.”

You kiss him back several times as if you weren’t sure the others were up to par.

“Alright now we can go.” He says while opening the door for you and putting on some shades.

“Is that mine?” You ask as you walk through the hallway to the elevators, fingers interlocked.

“Yeah.”

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Masquerade

Mr.Keegan x Reader [Bullet to the Head](2012)

Summary: Keegan fucks you in the bathroom Baptiste’s costume party. canon compliant (somewhat). 

Warnings: Not beta-read, semi-public? , p in v sex (unprotected) teasing, slut as pet name (once), rough sex, creampie 

A/N: This is a fic for a movie barely anyone cares about so bare with me for being super self-indulgent LOL

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The living room of Baptiste’s ivory mansion pulsed with a cacophony of noises, as drunk guests bustled about engaging in vacuous and meaningless conversations. The smooth jazz and the sounds of chattering muffled as Keegan has you pushed against the walls of the sage green bathroom, large hands on your bare middle as he burrowed his fat cock into you. 

Baptiste had arranged for this opulent gathering as a flaunt of his personal wealth to his peers of the underworld; much like a peacock spreading its magnificent feathers to gather attention for a mate.

You aren’t particularly close to Baptiste, or Morel, in fact. You are just one of the many brokers on Morel’s payroll who scurries around the country to run errands and deliver parcels for generous pay. What initially began as a side hustle to pay for your education years ago eventually bloomed into a full-time job that you have no way of getting out of. Though attendance wasn’t mandatory, you reckoned it would be courtesy as an associate to respond to the invite nevertheless. In reality, you feared what would happen if you decided to be a no-show; Morel certainly isn’t known for his compassion towards those he is suspicious of. 

The bathroom is silent--save for the low humming of the ventilation, a tranquil haven from the otherwise hedonistic chaos outside. Keegan wastes no time manhandling you; arm hooked and curled around your waist as his other toys and teases your clit. You suck in air through your gritted teeth, and huffed-- he takes you from behind with a feverish, brutal pace-- frustration and irritation apparent in his haste movements. 

He’s absolutely pissed off at you, for being such a enticing distraction when he has a job to do-- to make sure no uninvited guests loiter around. The way you were making eyes at him from across the room, face partially concealed by the white and ornate Colombina you bear upon. He has the audacity to be crossed with your shameless behaviour, as he maneuvers his way across the restless crowds towards you. When he reaches you, you playfully desist his advances, in which he had enough decency and respect to begin to leave you alone-- until he looked down at your covered face and sees you giving him that damned teasing look. 

He brings his face closer to you, the cheap plastic of the mask rubs against the side of your head and your cheeks as he goads you. 

“Fuck,” Keegan murmured, face so close to yours that you can feel his hot breath against your own. “So good for me, aren’t you? So nice and wet and tight--” he groaned as he bit his own lips as an attempt to shut himself up, abandoning his obscene comments as the pleasure of your sweet cunt wash over him like sunshine after a storm. 

He despises the fact that he is enjoying this lewd display of flagrant lust; sounds of lewd, wet squelches and the rhythmic slaps of his balls against your ass amplified by the silence and echoes of the bathroom.

He has your silver cocktail dress bunched up on the back, his proximity to your back held the bunch in place. “K---Keegan--” you gasped, breath quickening as he continued to use and take whatever he needed from you. He hummed lowly in acknowledgement, the guttural sounds coming from his throat spluttering with his fitful breathing.

“It’s no good,” you spurred through breathless moans, dripping cunt clenching around his cock, “You can do better than this sloppy-ass job, Keegan,” you murmured, urging him on. “C’mon, harder,” your lips twisted into a self-satisfied smile, as you sense him grit his teeth in further exasperation. 

“Fuck,” he spits venom at you, “Aren’t you such a fuckin’ slut? Taking me right here where anyone else who needs a quick piss can see you take my cock like an animal in heat.” Yet despite his less-than-graceful comments, he obeyed your whiny pleas, cock dragging along the wet walls of your cunt, and slamming back into you with unforgiving pace. Keegan bottoms out, his cock fills you up snuggly, and the pleasure he offers you have your eyelids fluttering and your legs shaking.

The passion in him that detested you for diverting him shifted to one of pure primal need, his lips attacking any bare surface he could find on your skin, marking you all over places where he knew everyone would see. Keegan knows, for certain, that when he passes, he will be condemned to hell for the blood that stained his very hands, yet in this current moment, he allows himself to believe he's in heaven. 

His well-tailored suit, once sat nicely on his broad frame, is now drenched in sweat from his persistent pounding. You feel your lower stomach twist itself into blissful knots, signifying a euphoric release. “I-I’m gonna,” you whined, moaning wantonly as you felt your brain melt into jelly as you chased your orgasm. Keegan shifts one of his hands over to your lower abdomen, holding you up while he chuckles.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” He cooed, breathless and panting as he rolls his hips against you in spurs and uneven rhythm, signifying his own release. “I know you need to cum, baby, do it with me.” He pushes you further onto the wall-- as far and as close to you as he can get, as he grinds harshly against you. 

“Y-Yes--” your eyes rolled back, voice wavering, as Keegan fucks into you with shallow, rough thrusts while he pants and groans and growls. You feel your orgasm swell, as you milk Keegan’s cock for all he got-- every drop of his thick cum as he continues to pound into you with shorter and sporadic timing. 

He shifted positions again, removing his hand from your stomach and the wall as he steadied himself, making sure not to slip out of your spent cunt when he didn’t want to. He bunches up your creased dress further up and watches perversely as his softening cock slips out of you with his semen dripping slowly out of you. “Good girl,” he muttered, “You take me so well; your cunt is made just me, sweetheart.”

The embarrassment you once lacked suddenly fills your very being, and blood rushes to your face as you try to get your thoughts back together. Seeing this, Keegan chuckled darkly, as he pulled your panties back up--without cleaning you up, letting you wallow in the fullness of his cum inside of your pussy. 

“W-We should probably go,” you uttered, voice weaker and much more coarse than you’d like, as he took your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles, and you felt his stubble graze your soft skin. Soon, he ushers you out of the bathroom with one hand around your hips. 

As the night slowly went on, you eventually parted ways with him, along with a hopeful promise of another meeting.

Keegam stood in a corner, gathering his thoughts, while he pulled something out of the pocket of his suit jacket. His cellphone. About fifteen different miscalls from various associates of Morel, and another one from Morel himself. A notification for a text popped up as he began to scroll through his ‘recent calls’ list, and when he checked the text, it was a surveillance camera footage of an unconscious Baptiste being carried off by two other men.

Oops. 

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Day 14 of Kinkmas: In A Boat With Arthur Curry

Pairing: Arthur Curry x fem!reader

Warning: unprotected sex, hickeys

Y/N’s POV

Arthur has been wanting me to go on his new boat that he recently purchased and he’s just over the moon by it so I’m excited to get on it and see what’s going on with it!

“You like it?” He whispers in my ear while I look at the boat.

“I love it! It looks so cool!” I answer.

When we got on the boat Arthur gave me a tour. There’s seats in the front, the steering wheel on the boat looks interesting, there’s a bed in the boat, there’s a bar, and a really cool refrigerator at the bar. I’m excited what’s going to happen in the future with this boat.

“You wanna do a test drive?” He asks getting comfortable sitting on a chair that’s for the captain.

“Sure! Lead the way captain.” I say.

I can tell he likes that answer by him grinning.

He drives us around the ocean and I look out to see the ocean and it looks beautiful, some of the islands I saw that I’ve never seen before looked beautiful. I walk around to see other angles of the ocean and I went to see what Arthur is doing. When he realizes me, he reaches out to me so I can hug him while looking out to see the water.

“How do you feel about the view?” He says focusing on the water.

“It’s amazing, I’ve never been in this section of the ocean before, I love it Art.” I say looking at the view and then Arthur.

“I’m glad you like it, I wanna show you something.” He says driving into a small cove.

When we get into the cove and Arthur stops the boat and drops the anchor. I get confused, I didn’t see any food for a picnic. I don’t know what’s going on?

“What are we doing?” I ask.

“Let’s go somewhere private.” He whispers in my ear.

He walks down to a door that leads to the bed, I already know what’s going to happen. I follow him but he goes to bar and gets some champagne for me and some beer for him and pours them in glasses and gives me the champagne.

“Thank you.” I say taking the glass away from Arthur.

“I hope you’re liking what you’ve seeing out of the water.” He says drinking his beer.

“I love it and I was actually looking at you half of the time.” I say getting closer to him.

“Oh really? I never noticed.” He says looking down at me.

“You were paying attention to the water I believe.” I say.

He does this smirk. He begins to kiss me, I kiss him back, we both go to the bed together but we’re still kissing. We lay down on the bed which is so comfortable. Arthur takes his clothes off and helps me taking mine off.

We kiss again, he gives me pecks on my body, I kinda giggle but I gasp. I can feel him laughing on my skin but it makes me giggle again.

Eventually, we begin to have sex. I scratch his back by him going in and out of me. I scream by him fucking me hard and I can feel the bed shaking and banging on the wall. He eventually gives me hickeys. I give him some as well but I can tell someone is going to make fun of him by the scratches on him and the hickeys.

10 MINUTES LATER

We’re laying on the bed heavy breathing. That felt so nice to be honest. I want to do this again sometime, that was different than what we normally do.

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Jason Momoa Masterlist.

Until Sunrise (Khal Drogo x Reader)

The Ritual

~*~ Drabbles and shorts ~*~

Bend

Hold me Down

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Wasteland, Baby (Part 03/?)

Part 01 is here, Part 02 is here

Pairing: Miami Man x F!Reader

Wordcount: 3k

Warnings: Rough smut, vaginal sex, bodily fluids, violence, body horror, hurt/comfort, angst, blood, post-fight sex, size kink, knife play and it wouldn’t be The Bad Batch without the (this time fairly mild reference to) cannibalism.

Summary: Arriving back at the Aircraft Boneyard you find out that Miami Man’s daughter has been taken hostage by a rival gang, you both set out to track her down.

A/N: You know the ‘I cant fix this man but maybe if I f*ck him it will calm him down?’ well kind of that but the other way around lol, this is my favorite one so far.

You only sleep for a few hours, and you suspect Cam didn’t come to bed at all. The sheets where he left you are completely undisturbed. Pulling your dress back on one handed you see the sky through one of the round windows in the plane fuselage; the tiniest hint of inky light making the clouds just about visible. 

The board scrapes when you pull it out of the way and step onto the sand. Warily you glance around to see if the other inhabitants are around but there’s no one, only one figure with two flamingos on his back, sat on a tire by the low light of the nearly spent fire, forearms resting on his knees.

He doesn’t turn, he recognizes your footsteps. You sit down on the sand next to the tire and his hand naturally falls to rest on the side of your head, brushing gently through your hair. You both gaze at the flames for a while. For the first time you realize what might be ahead of you today. The people who took Miel were killers, then again…You glance up at Cam, maybe lots of people are out here.

An idea that becomes starkly real when he lifts his hand from your hair and carefully picks what looks like a rib from the grill over the fire and hands it to you. You’re beyond questioning now as you bite into it, the realization that you tasted better is weird. But you’re starving, so you eat six of them to the bone.

Cam looks at your bandaged stump as you sit there. He gets up wordlessly and disappears into the plane for a moment, when he comes out you grin; you’ve never seen him wearing glasses before, but there they are – a pair of spectacles perched on the end of his nose. There’s a roll of gauze and a plastic bag in his right hand. You just keep chewing through the tough meat as he sits down next to you, lifting your bandaged arm and peeling the old gauze away slowly.

As the last layer comes away it stings and you see the wound for the first time. With a sense of disconnection, you see where the skin has been carefully sewn over the cut. You didn’t expect that, did he do that? He appraises the work, the fire flickering in the glasses and he lifts a bottle of iodine from the bag, dousing the wound. You hiss through your teeth and his other hand rises to press soothingly into your back. The pain passes and you toss the bone into the fire.

There’s something about his hands; he’s so big but he has a careful, delicate approach to some things that’s hypnotic. His thick fingers with their lines of dark tattoo ink unspool the clean bandage and wrap your stump expertly, tilting his nose down to get a better view. He swaddles the wound, securing it carefully and your gaze goes from his hands to his face.

You’re biting your lip. He gets up to put the bandages away and returns to the fire without his glasses, his hand laying on the side of your head again. You lean against his leg and wish the sun wouldn’t rise.

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Not long after dawn other people start moving around the settlement. Cam is talking to people and packing things onto the back of the bike. You are still an unknown element to the others, who either glare at you or glance curiously. But nobody comes near, even the obnoxious guy who’d come into the plane yesterday. Everyone is too afraid of Cam, or ‘Miami’ as they call him. You wonder if any of them know his real name.  

Cam crosses the yard where the fire is burned down to embers. He’s changed into a pair of black pants, and as well as his cleaver there are two knives tucked into his waistband. He gives you a nod. Time to go. Before he climbs onto the bike he places one hand on your shoulder to stop you and you look up at him. He leans down and straps a homemade blade holster around your leg above your right knee, what looks like a black handled steak knife tucked into a short leather cover.

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The buzz of the engine rumbles through you and you hold his waist tight as the bike streams across the sandy dirt, fingers gripping against the defined muscles in his side, chin resting against his shoulder blade. For a little while, like it had been on the way back, everything seems so placid and beautiful. Even the barren desert seems made for you both, the air is hot but it throws your hair out behind you and the smell of Cam’s sweat and the strap at the back of his blade holster against your cheek feel sweetly familiar.

Not too far off you can see a cluster of what look like mobile homes, the white exteriors gleaming in the sun. But they look derelict.

A sound like a firework, or a car backfiring. Something ricochets off the side of the bike near your leg and Cam hits the brakes, throwing you hard into his back and grasping onto him for dear life. The bike skids and he turns the back wheel out, throwing you both sideways and sending you rolling painfully into the dirt, the world turning over and over. He falls a little way ahead of you.

With your head still spinning the sound rings out again and only now do you connect in your head that it’s gunfire. Cam crawls on his forearms across the sand and grabs you by your good arm, wrenching you under the body of the bike.

“Idiot! He wants him alive!” A voice calls raggedly. You taste blood in your mouth where you hit the ground, Cam’s side is coated in dirt. For the first time you see him pull the cleaver from its holster with intent, twirling it deftly in his palm. “Stay down.” He breathes and you nod.

“Miami!” A voice screams from a way off. “Miami! We know it’s you. We don’t wanna kill you. Come out slow!”

You peer through a gap in the body of the bike, there are two men, one with a revolver hiding in the doorway of the shabby mobile home and another with an axe crouched just behind a rusted-out car. But not quite low enough. Cam pushes up with his left hand, pulling the weight of the cleaver back behind his shoulder and flinging it full force. You watch the arc of it, with a sickening ‘thuck’ it embeds in the chest and collarbone of the man behind the car and he falls screaming. Your mouth drops open. Cam drops back down, turning a throwing knife deftly over his knuckles.

“Fuck!! James! James!”

The other man makes no reply, you can just about see his limp arm stretched out behind the flat tyre of the car.

“You piece of shit!” The other man walks out from his hiding place, tall, his long blonde hair scraped back from his face, the revolver trained dead on the bike with both hands.

It’s like he understands the blade like another limb – barely ducking his head up Cam tosses the steel overhand, and it spins through the air, striking the blonde man square just above his knee. When he screams, he fires an errant shot and his leg goes out from under him. The gun falls and rattles a few feet out of his reach.

Some crazy impulse goes through you, this is it, adrenaline floods every nerve. You jump to your feet, vaulting the bike one handed and beeline as hard as you can toward the screaming man who’s clutching the blade in his leg. Blood dots the sand. You snatch the revolver and back up fast, training it on his chest. He looks at you completely confused; he didn’t know you were here. But the confusion turns to pain as Cam shoves a foot into his chest, laying him out flat on the dirt.

Everyone breathes hard for a few dense seconds. You’ve never held a gun before, but you think you know how it works, still your hand shakes.

“Miami…Miami wait.” The wounded man breathes. Cam leans down and lifts him by his shirt, he’s got that stare.

“You took my daughter. Where is she?” It’s not really a question.

The blonde man shakes his head. “We was just told to bring you in alive if you came! Elijah’s got her, at the compound. They’re looking after her I fuckin’ swear.” He winces. Cam searches his face.

“…Who?”

“Elijah, guy pitched up near Comfort. Your people took his brother a while back - Said he wants to raise your daughter with a real father. Paid both of us good for it.”

You can see Cam trembling, he’s working something out. Something you don’t have all the information on. Taking slow steps you move toward both of them, aim still carefully trained on the man on the floor.

It happens fast. The wounded man reaches down, wrenches the throwing blade from his leg in an arc of fine crimson and raises it over Cam’s head. He doesn’t make the downstroke. Your hindbrain kicks with an animal instinct and your finger contacts on the trigger. It’s loud. The recoil of the gun jolts through your wrist. The blade drops to the floor, next to the ruin of the blonde man’s head. As the noise fades all you can do is stand there wide eyed looking at what you did. Cam’s face and forearms are painted in red mist. He blinks, swallows.

It was like the shot carved a channel clear through fabric of what feels real, leaving an eerie space. For a moment it’s too quiet for what’s happened. But time keeps moving, pushing back into the space it had occupied.

Cam’s fingers let the body fall, smoothing a few strands of dark hair away from his brow. He picks up the dropped blade and stands. There’s wet blood on his chest and face. He puts a hand gently on your wrist holding the gun and lowers it, your muscles are stiff with tension. Silence rolls in once again over the desert. He scans the other buildings, listening hard. There’s no one else here.

The adrenaline is running through you like a drug, it’s addictive, but it feels like a poison too; everything in you is trembling with such intensity you can barely stand it. With your gun arm lowered you watch Cam cross to the car and pull the cleaver blade from the body of the man with the axe. James.

Still your eyes are fixed, pupils blown out like black holes. Your whole body feels both numb and on fire at the same time. Cam is standing close to you, again, watching you. You don’t notice it but you’re biting the inside of your cheek, he lifts your chin with bloody fingers and looks down at your face, trying to read you.

A painterly spray of red coats his left cheek, the rest is a fine mist over his neck and chest. Even standing you only come up to his ribs. But that doesn’t stop you, there’s an all-consuming fever in your bloodstream. The gun drops from your hand onto the dirt and you jump, flinging your one arm around his neck and clumsily trying to grip his hips with your thighs but he’s just too tall. You slide down and try again. Driven.

He grunts at your attempt but you barely move him where he stands… He’s got a look on his face not dissimilar to yours. But he can follow through more easily. His hand closes on your wrist and he turns you on the spot, easily, wrenching your arm up behind your back so hard you wince and marching you across to the old truck, broken down between the mobile homes.

Your cheek flattens against the warm metal of the hood as he bends you hard over it, shunting you forward so that your heels drop out of your trainers and you’re dangling with barely your toes touching the dirt. You struggle against him hard. At that he pauses, his grip loosening on your wrist where he’s pinning you. But the moment he lets up you give a whine of protest, legs splayed.

He figures it out; you want to fight, but not him. You want him, he’s the only thing that can make this make sense. He can hold you down while it runs through you, and you know it.

And he feels it too, his heart still pounding in his throat; grasping your arm in one large, bloody hand he stares at your black underwear and bunched up dress pinned over the truck. He’s breathing hard now, feeling your ineffectual thrashing. He moves in behind you. His clothed cock presses against your underwear and you moan – paradoxically trying to shove your ass back against him and escape his grip at the same time.

The cleaver hits the floor with a clunk and his right hand slides beneath you, cupping your throat, your pulse fluttering against the pads of his fingers and thumb. You try again to get your arm free of the locking grip but it’s no use. He’s leaning over you, chest pressed to your back, moustache brushing your ear when he grits through his teeth;

“You’re gonna tell me, lil’ one.”

It’s not at all a threat, but it doesn’t brook any argument either. A frustrated, blood addled groan leaves you and he’s caressing your throat, the heat of his hard, clothed cock pressing into your wet underwear. You nod frantically but he shoves against you harder.

“I said… you tell me.” It’s a near hiss now right in your ear. His grip on your wrist starts to hurt from your twisting. You scrabble to collect your scattered wits.

“Help, help…Fuck me.” You whisper raggedly.

He grunts hard and releases your throat, your face dropping back onto the baking hood of the truck. He tugs your underwear down only far enough to bare you and all the while you test his grip. His fingers run down over your cunt, pushing in to the first knuckle to test you. You hear his low growl and a glob of spit hits your ass and splayed cunt, thick fingers pulling out then sliding deeper. It stings but it doesn’t hurt, not badly, you just shudder and make nonverbal noises.

It's not slow this time. He needs it like you do, if your assailant had had slightly better aim, maybe you’d both be dead. When the head of his cock pushes open your outer folds, you try to lift your ass but there’s nothing to brace against, it doesn’t matter; he grasps your hip and sheathes into you so hard the air knocks out of your lungs and both trainers drop from your feet onto the sand, not even your toes remaining grounded. Pinned and suspended.

Almost instantly your vision blurs and your cunt grips hard and rhythmically against the heft of him, it took almost nothing and you’re gushing on him, mouth wide as if you’re gasping for air. Through the blur of your orgasm you hear him half mutter, half whimper something between the slam of his hips. His hand gives up your wrist to brace his forearms on either side of your head. When the last waves wash over you your knees knock against the truck and you shake, your body dangling, almost hanging on his cock.

The shunting jolts of his fucking pause and the little triangles that make up the tattoo on his left arm come into focus while you’re still panting, his lips brush your ear.

“A little blood make you that easy princesa?” A low, dirty, menacing purr. Almost goading you, relishing your mess, your frenzy, your vulnerability. There’s that streak of adrenaline again, but different – not fear but want. Deep, aching want. You don’t even know to what end but your freed arm darts down and snatches the blade from your thigh holster. He swats it out of your hand into the dirt, pinning your wrist flat.

You squeal when something thuds down with a bang a foot from your nose – it’s the bloody throwing blade, embedded an inch into the rusted metal of the old hood, tight in his fist. Your cunt clenches. He lets go and his hand wraps your hair like a rope, pulling your head back.

When he whispers in your ear again you can hear the smile on his lips;

“I know that game…I’m better at it than you.”

You shudder and then there is nothing in the world but his cock shunting mercilessly into you, so hard you feel winded with every thrust, but he holds your head up, back bent, he’s hitting something tender and painfully deep. As you come it feels forced, rather than drawn from you and he covers your mouth to muffle your scream.

He’s shaking, spilling into you over and over. You hear his thrusts turn wet as they slow. His sigh is hot on your cheek as he stops, letting you rest flat again. Your toes just about touch down on the ground and the ravenous frenzy in your bloodstream dulls to a sweet ache. You’re both panting.

“Better?” He lulls eventually, stroking your head. You nod. When he parts from your body you feel it acutely and his fingers pulling your underwear back up and wiping his messy cock against the back of them is the most tender insult to injury you’ve ever experienced.

He lets you go, guiding your feet down onto the ground and picks up the cleaver, walking to clean it on the clothes of the dead man still on the ground and peering into the mobile home he’d been hiding in. Still dazed you pick up your own weapon and slide it back into the holster.

“Princesa…” Cam calls to you, the irony of the cute pet name clearly not lost on him when it comes to you.

You join him in the doorway, your gaze at first questioning. He’s smiling, he gestures to a shelf inside.

It’s the payment the two men took for their agreement to bring you in.

Dozens of cans of tinned peaches.

You fucking love peaches.

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