#my palm is itching to slap that ass

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Take it | Eddie Munson x inexperienced!y/n

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word count: 4.8k

warnings: smut, inexperienced reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, ?

summary: Eddie and inexperienced!reader have sex for the first time

requested by: @wdsara48

Eddie Munson is so in love with you. He’s obsessed with you and never stops thinking about you. Your pretty doe eyes, your soft hair, your perfect body, your soft skin, all of it. He absolutely loved being greeted by you everyday after work with a hug and a kiss. He loved hearing you talk about your day whilst you animated it all with your hands, sort of like he does.

He was so in love with you and he didn’t want to fuck things up, so he decided he wouldn’t have sex with you immediately because all his past relationships were more about sex than anything else. It works in his favor, he’s never felt more connected to someone and he loves you more than anything, more than his guitar or his music.

But now, he can’t handle it anymore. You’re too beautiful and he’s itching to make you moan his name and cum around his dick till the sun rises. All you’re doing is cooking dinner, but the way your shorts are hugging your ass and the way he can see your nipples through your tank top is making it hard for him to concentrate on what you’re saying.

Suddenly, your boobs are practically bouncing in his face as you walk over to him with a spoon in your hand. You blew on it softly before putting it to his lips and his eyes widened before he ate some of the sauce you were currently working on for pasta.

“Mm…it’s good, baby” he said and smiled, licking his lips. You chuckled and pecked his lips softly, scurrying back over to the stove. Not before getting your ass slapped really fucking hard by your stupid boyfriend.

“Owww! Eddie, that hurt!” You said and rubbed your ass, giggling. He laughed and said “I couldn’t help it. Not when it’s jiggling right in front of my face” You blushed and rolled your eyes, finishing up dinner.

God, you were so gorgeous. He was so close to getting up and bending you over the counter, fucking into you like a wild animal. Or at the very least putting you onto the counter and eating you out till you were begging him to stop.

You somehow didn’t notice his staring and still mostly full plate as you ate dinner and continued telling him about your new project at work and how you think it might get you a promotion if you do really really well with it.

He eventually caught up and finished most of his dinner, complimenting the chef of course. He was going to wash the dishes for you but when he came back from the bathroom you were already doing it.

He went to the bedroom instead, already halfway to a boner when he saw your hair in a messy bun you threw up to keep it out of the way. He palmed his half hard cock, groaning softly as he thought about how pretty your tits probably looked, and how good you’d taste.

He sat down on the bed, flopping onto his back as he sighed heavily. He didn’t want to push things too far but at the same time he wanted you so bad. Wanted to kiss every inch of you, lick all over your tits, down to your- shit, he’s really fucking hard now.

He heard the little patter of your feet down the hallway and sat up, trying to hide his raging boner. “Hi, baby,” you said and smiled, slipping your shorts off since that’s how you liked to sleep. Of course you were wearing the cheekiest pair of underwear you own, it was practically a thong.

He smiled at you and watched as you sat in front of his mirror and took off the light makeup you put on for work this morning, your tits jiggling as you moved your arms. “Stop staring, you weirdo…” you said and blushed as you put on some moisturizer and called it a day.

“I can’t…not when you’re so gorgeous, babe” he said and you giggled. You got up and walked over to him and he pulled you onto his lap, making you gasp and giggle. His dick twitched at how cute you sounded, how your pretty eyes looked directly into his.

He kissed you for a few seconds before saying “I love you so much” You blushed hard, you’d never get used to hearing that from Eddie. You giggled and shifted a little, feeling something poke at your inner thigh.

“I love you more,” you said softly and played with his hair. You looked down and said “Ed’s, somethings poking me…” “‘m sorry baby,” he said and pushed you back on his upper thighs instead, how did you not know what that was?

You traced the tattoos on his chest, smiling as you looked into his pretty doe eyes. You shifted up again, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him again. “Babe…” he said and groaned, squeezing your hips.

You pulled away a few seconds later and said “what’s wrong?” He could tell you were nervous, thinking you had done something wrong. He cleared his throat and said “I- i-it’s just uhm…y-you’re like really pretty, you know? And it’s uh…it’s doing things to me, baby”

Your eyes widened and you looked down, gasping as you noticed he was rock hard. You really were an idiot. “O-Oh…” you said and he chuckled at how shocked you were. You tried to get off and he said “baby…”

You stopped then, a little embarrassed as you weren’t sure what to do. “I need you…please?” He asked, caressing your cheek lightly. You let out a shaky breath, wondering if this was the right time. Of course you wanted this, of course you wanted Eddie more than anything but you were scared you were gonna mess it up.

You leaned forward and kissed him, trying to grind your hips on his cock. You felt him moan and groan into your mouth a few times and you smiled. He had his hands on your waist, squeezing and caressing lightly and nearly touching your boobs.

You noticed him trying to take off your shirt and you pulled back, panting softly. “Wait- w-wait…” you said and he immediately stopped, resting his hands on your thighs instead. He caressed your thighs softly and said “what’s wrong?”

“I…I-I uhm- I kind of don’t k-know how to do this” you admitted, your voice shaky as his eyes widened. He nodded softly and said “I-I thought you said you weren’t a virgin”

“I mean I-…I’ve had sex before. But it wasn’t that great. The first time he finished in literally 5 thrusts and the 2nd time the guy was drunk and kept falling asleep inside of me and the 3rd time the guy’s mom caught us…” you said and Eddie winced.

You looked down and he cupped your cheek, forcing you to look back up. “Hey, I’m truly sorry that you’ve never had good sex, I mean look at you you deserve it” he said and you giggled. He really did feel bad, how could any guy who got the chance to do something like that with you fuck it up so bad and be okay with it.

You bit your lip and he said “if you don’t want to do anything just yet that’s fine, you know. I-I can take care of this and we can just cuddle up together like we always do” “no- n-no, I…I want this” you said and Eddie sighed.

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and said “y/n…I’m not going to have sex with you just because you’re too afraid to say no. If you’re not ready, that’s okay” “I am ready…I want this, Eddie I’m just- I-I’m nervous. I don’t know how to do any of this, really” you said and he kissed your head softly.

He cupped your cheeks and said “we’ll go slow. We don’t have to do anything crazy, you know. I’m even okay just making you feel good for now if you need” “No I want you,” you said and he chuckled. You sighed and he said “okay, okay, baby. I’ll do most of the work so you can relax. You just gotta tell me what feels good and what you want me to do”

You nodded and said “okay…” He kissed you softly, moving your legs to wrap around his hips. He stood up and set you down on the bed, smiling down at you. He pulled off his shirt and got back on the bed.

He tapped your thigh and said “how about you spread these for me? How’s that sound, hmm?” You blushed and slowly opened your legs, planting your feet on either side of him. He laid himself between your legs, leaning down and kissing you softly.

“You know what a safe word is?” He asked and you looked up at him with a look of confusion flashed on your face. He wanted to chuckle at how adorable you looked but held back.

“When we’re doing anything, even just some foreplay and it starts to feel too painful or too uncomfortable or you suddenly don’t want to keep going anymore I want you to use your safe word to tell me okay? During sex, most people will say “don’t stop”, and “it’s too much” when they sorta don’t mean it so this word makes sure I don’t hurt you or do something you don’t like. What word do you have in mind, pretty girl?” He said and you sighed.

You shrugged and said “white” He couldn’t help but laugh a little as he said “white?” “Well, it’s your least favorite color. You always say it’s so boring. Plus I’m a little too focused on you right now to have proper brain function” you giggled and he shook his head. He kissed you again, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip.

He smiled into the kiss, slowly making out with you just to let you adjust to all of this and mentally prepare yourself. Soon, you were squirming slightly and whimpering and he knew you were getting impatient.

He tugged at your shirt and you let out a shaky breath, nodding. “Are you sure? We can stop at any time, babe” you nodded and he slowly pulled your shirt off, jaw dropping as he truly saw your boobs for the first time. Sure he’d seen your see-through shirts and what not but it was nothing like seeing them completely bare.

You quickly got insecure, trying to hide yourself. “Please, don’t. I just need to look” he said and you bit your lip nervously. He kissed your neck a few times, suckling lightly on your sweet spot once he found it.

He noticed you weren’t sure what to do with your hands so he grabbed them and moved them above your head, intertwining your fingers as he nuzzled into your neck, peppering kisses all over it. The mewls and moans you let out were music to his ears and it’s all he wanted to hear for the rest of his life.

He moved down slowly, waiting for you to stop him but you didn’t so he continued till he got to your breasts. He moved your hands so they were grabbing the pillow above you instead and used his to squeeze your tits, kitten licking your nipple.

“Mm- mmm” you said, squirming a little. “Is this alright, baby?” He asked and you nodded furiously. You chuckled and said “it feels good I just- I-I’ve never felt that before” He shook his head and leaned down again, suckling on your nipple slightly before licking it again.

He spent a few moments kissing and licking and occasionally biting on your boobs to help ease your nerves before he started to move down, kissing between the valley of your breasts before making his way down your stomach. He caressed your waist as he kissed down your belly, stopping at the hem of your underwear.

“Can I take these off?” Eddie asked you, cute chocolate button eyes looking up from between your legs practically. You looked down at him and nodded, he noticed your breath hitch a little as you did.

He bit his lip and then kissed right under your belly button before grabbing the hem of your underwear with his teeth, dragging it down your legs before pulling it off and stuffing it in his back pocket. Your eyes widened and he chuckled as he said “I don’t think I’m gonna be giving those back for a while.

You blushed a deep red and he did nothing to help as he peppered kisses on your inner thighs, noticing how wet you already were. He pressed a kiss to your clit, chuckling as you jolted slightly.

As much as he wanted to devour you, he also wanted to truly go as slow as possible to make this the best experience of your life. He sat up and moved so he was sort of on top of you again, one hand caressing your inner thigh.

You look up at him with glossy eyes as you squirm and whimper, begging for something to ease the ache between your legs. He smiled as he slowly played with your hole, getting some of your slick on his fingers and teasing your clenching hole.

“Already tryin’ to squeeze me and I’m not even inside. So desperate,” he said quietly and you giggled, quickly being cut off as you rubbed your clit almost perfectly. “A-Ahh! Eddie, oh my- mmm” you moaned, hands flying up and grabbing onto him, digging your nails into his waist and bicep.

“Feels good huh, baby?” He asked, feeling you relax into the pleasure. Your clit twitched hard, telling him that you were only clenching harder as he worked you up. He kissed you, swallowing your moans as he got ready to push his fingers in.

“Ready, baby?” He asked and you whimpered. You groaned and said “ready for wha-” You nearly yelled when he slipped both fingers in, glad that he was right. The stretch only increased your pleasure, making you squeeze him with your hands harder than before.

He thrusted his fingers a few times, then curling them to find your g-spot. You gasped, holding your breath as he did, eyebrows furrowing as you tried not to move because fuck that felt so good. He kissed your cheek softly and said “need you to breathe for me, babe”

You whimpered and let go of the breath you didn’t actually realize you were holding, panting hard as you felt the pleasure electrocute your entire body. You whined as he found this most perfect spot, your legs shaking and your moans loud and mostly just screams of his name.

Your hands moved along his upper body frantically, trying to ground yourself as you felt a tightening in your pussy like no other. You broke skin as you dug your nails hard into his shoulders, incoherent whines of “I-I think I- Uhh! I’m gonna- I’m cumming!! Eddie, Eddie oh god! Fuck!” coming out.

“Yeah, babe, let me see you cum for me. Come on, give it to me, pretty girl” he said and whined. Your back arched and you couldn’t help but hold your breath as you felt the coil snap, your pussy clenching hard and fast. You groaned, legs shaking so hard you couldn’t keep your feet flat on the bed anymore. You tried closing them around his hand to stop it but it only made your whole body shake instead. “Eddie! Fuck- oh god- oh my god!” You moaned as your mouth formed an ‘O’ shape, brows furrowed as the pleasure consumed you.

Watching you cum because of him nearly took him out. You looked so hot, so needy as you moaned his name and came on his fingers. He peppered kisses on your forehead and cheeks as you calmed down, slowly slipping his fingers out and letting you relax for a moment.

You panted softly, pressing your hands to his chest as you looked up at him. “T-That was…that was i-incredible” you said and he chuckled. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked your juices off of them, groaning at the taste.

“There’s more where that came from, sweetheart,” he said and you giggled. He gently brushed your hair out of your face and said “you look so pretty like this,” You blushed softly and pulled Eddie down for a kiss. He grabbed both of your hands, intertwining them before he made his way down your body again until he was in between your legs. He looked up at you and locked eyes, silently asking for permission. You nodded and squeezed his hand, a little nervous if you were being honest.

He made sure to hold eye contact with you as he licked a fat strip up your pussy, massaging your clit with it once he got to it. You gasped Eddie’s name, squeezing hands lightly as your pussy clenched around nothing.

He smiled and put one of your legs on his shoulders, putting one of your hands on his hair before he began to practically makeout with your pussy. He squeezed your thigh, groaning at how good you taste.

He slipped his tongue into your pussy, making you gasp as you tried to get away from the pleasure. He continued moaning and groaning into your pussy, snaking his hand upwards to push down on your hips. “Mmh- oh o-oh god, Eddie!” You said nearly breathless.

He smiled as he continued exactly what he was doing, your harsh grip on his hand telling him he’d already found your g spot. You were able to move your hips just enough that it caught your clit on his nose and you gasped, subconsciously holding your breath.

He wanted to let you cum, but he didn’t want you to hold your breath and he felt like an asshole but he had to stop. “My love, you need to breathe” he said and you whined. You sighed harshly, breathing heavily as you said “d-don’t stop!”

You pushed his head lightly and he shook his head, burying his face in your pussy once again. He continued the same movements, smirking when you started making the same noises again.

“It’s so good…so- mmm! Uhh!” You moaned and he caressed your hip, feeling you clench around his tongue. You gasped, broke whimpers and mewls leaving your mouth fast as you felt the coil snapping.

“Eddie- fuck!” You moaned and cried out as you felt an immense pressure in your bladder all of a sudden. Your eyes widened and you said “Eddie- Eddie ah- shit, I think I-I have to pee!”

He smirked, holding your hips down as best you could. He kept going even though you tried to stop him, and a few moments later you couldn’t handle it and you let go. You practically screamed as you orgasmed, the breath knocked out of you as you started squirting.

You squeezed your thighs around his head, leaving him trapped. Not that he minded. “Haaggh! U-Ughh! Eddie!” You moaned and he grunted into your pussy, rutting into the bed slightly. Tears streamed down your face as you came, a small sob leaving your lips.

You eventually released Eddie, panting hard as you whimpered at how sensitive you were. Even him breathing on your pussy was making you want to squirm. He slowly sat up and chuckled, massaging your shaky thighs.

“W-Why didn’t you stop? That was gross, Eddie” you said and he furrowed his eyebrows. He scoffed and said “what are you talking about? That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done” “pissing on your face?” You asked and he chuckled, realizing you didn’t even know.

“Babe y-…you squirted” he said and laughed. Your eyes widened and you said “what? That’s not- what does that even mean?” “I don’t actually know, it’s just something girls can do. And it’s the hottest thing ever” he said.

You smiled a little, mind still pretty hazy from everything. He got on top of you again, resting in between your legs as he brushed your hair out of your face and kissed all over your face.

You giggled and said “Eddie…” “you’re so pretty” he said and you smiled. You looked up at him and said “kiss me,” He grinned and happily obliged. He caressed your cheek and you smiled, wrapped your arms around him.

“You know, I think it’s pretty unfair that I’m completely naked and you're not” you said, playing with his hair. He instantly stood up at the edge of the bed, slipping his pants and his boxers down in one swift move.

Your eyes widened as you saw him, jaw dropping slightly. He was thick, really thick, and he looked big too. He heard you whimper and he looked up with concerned eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, a little embarrassed because maybe you found him unattractive. You looked him in his eyes and said “I-I just…I’ve never seen one that big. Certainly never taken one that big” you said and chuckled nervously.

He shook his head, trying to suppress the ego boost. He crawled on top of you again and said “it’s okay. We’re gonna go slow, remember?” You nodded, biting your lip. You spread your legs wider and he smiled, rubbing the tip through your wet folds.

You mewled softly when he gently massaged your clit, just the light stimulation alone making you clench. He reached for some lube in the nightstand next to the bed and squirted some onto his hand, warming it up a little before getting his dick nice and wet.

He planted one hand next to your head, the other holding his rock hard cock at the base and guiding it to line up with your pretty pink hole. He chuckled and said “are you okay?” “Yea, yea…I-I really want this, Ed’s” you said and he took a deep breath through his nose, leaning down to press a kiss to your soft pink lips.

He then pressed his cock right against your other soft pink lips and said “you ready? Just gonna put the tip in, okay?” You nodded and he slowly pushed in, just the tip, just like he said.

He knew it’d probably been more than a year since you last had sex and judging by your reaction to seeing him for the first time, you probably weren’t going to be able to take him all at once. You gasped softly and grabbed his shoulders, eyebrows furrowing as your pussy clenched around the little bit of him that was inside.

“More, Eddie, more!” You said and his eyes widened slightly. He watched your facial expressions as he continued to push in further, and a slightly pained whimper made him stop. “Yea, fucking take it, baby,” he chuckled “You okay?” He asked and you let out a shaky breath.

“It’s- i-it’s big, Eddie” you said and he kissed your forehead. He moved his hand from his cock to your clit, massaging in your little bundle of nerves to help ease you open for him. You sighed, throwing your head back into the pillow as you moaned and mewled.

He pushed in a little more and you moaned even louder, making him smirk to himself. “How much?” You asked and he looked down. He smiled and said “half” “shut up. That’s only half?” You asked and he chuckled.

You grinned and said “I want it all, Eddie. Now,” you said and his eyes widened. You laughed slightly and he couldn’t help the moan that escaped as you clenched slightly. Your eyes widened as you said “what?” “You’re squeezin’ me babe,” he said and you rolled your eyes, cupping his cheeks.

You bit your lip and said “Eddie…” He kissed you as he pushed in all the way, you could barely take him all the way to the base. You pulled away from the kiss, gasping as you let out a loud moan of his name.

Your eyes fluttered closed and your eyebrows furrowed, you felt so full. Full of Eddie. He slowly pulled back and thrusted into you again, pulling the most pornographic moans from you. He did it again and your back arched slightly as he brushed your g-spot.

“Feel alright, babe?” He asked, grunting at how tight you felt. You whimpered and said “you’re so- s-so big, Eddie. It’s so good- mmm, babe!” He started to thrust at an even pace, pressing your foreheads together.

You arched your back slightly, not caring about how loud you were because fuck this felt so good. You’d never felt anything like this and you never wanted it to end. He wrapped his arm around you, thrusting harder as your moans grew louder and louder.

“Eddie!” You cried, scratching his back slightly as he hit the perfect spot. He grunted and said “yea, feels good, huh? Look so pretty when I fuck you, you know that?” You mewled, kissing him softly as he grabbed your hand, pressing it on your lower stomach.

You gasped as you felt your lower stomach bulge every time he thrusted. He chuckled and put his hand over yours, pushing it down which made you groan. You whimpered, tears filling your eyes as the pleasure consumed you.

Your whole body was on fire as your 3rd orgasm built up, and you tears were rolling down your face with how intense everything was. “Harder, Eddie!” You begged, groaning as your legs began to shake again.

“Babe…fuck, you’re amazing” he said and you mewled. You bit your lip and said “I’m gonna cum E-Eddie- ohh fuck!” “H-Hold on, baby. Let me cum with you, yea?” He said and you whimpered, trying to hold back.

“Haggghh! I can’t- it’s too much!” You said, sobbing a little. You moaned loud as you couldn’t help it, letting go and squirting all over his lower stomach. You moaned wildly as your third orgasm washed over you, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

Eddie grunted, shuddering as his orgasm hit him like a train and he didn’t have time to control himself before he painted your pretty pink walls white with his cum. “Shitshitshit- fuck! Uhhh” he groaned, squeezing your hip as he thrusted extra hard till the tip kissed your cervix, cumming harder than he ever has before.

Both of you panted hard as you came down from the incredible highs of your orgasms, clinging onto each other. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry babe I didn’t mean to” Eddie apologized quickly, cupping your cheek.

You whimpered weakly and he pulled his forhead from yours, realizing your practically asleep after that last orgasm. “Babe? Hey, you okay?” He asked and you opened your eyes just enough to see him.

He smiled and you said “im okay,” You looked adorable, swollen red lips in a pout as you fought to keep your eyes open. He pecked your lips and said “I’m sorry that I…you know,”

“It’s- i-it’s fine. I’m on birth control” you said and he furrowed his eyebrows. You giggled and he winced, his dick sensitive now. He caressed your cheek as he said “since when?” “since that time at the hideout…” you said and he smiled. You two almost had sex two months ago after one of his shows but ended up getting interrupted before you could actually get there.

He shook his head and pecked your lips once again. He slowly pulled out, making your take a deep breath to make it easier for you. You squirmed slightly as you felt his cum spill out of you, sighing softly as you finally relaxed, your back laying flat against the bed and your head hitting the pillow.

“Everything okay?” He asked and you nodded. You smiled and said “I’m okay, handsome. Promise,” “I’m just worried about you, sue me” he said and squeezed your thigh, kissing your head before he got up to clean himself off.

He came back into the room and woke you up gently, helping you to the bathroom so you could rinse yourself off. You whined about it for a few minutes, just wanting to sleep. He giggled to himself as you leaned all your weight against him practically, legs still shaky.

He brought you some water and changed the sheets for you, leaving you to fall asleep as he threw your clothes in the laundry too. He crawled into bed with you, and of course you woke up instantly being the lightest sleeper to exist. “Shh, shhh” he said, running his hands through your hair.

“Mmm” you groaned and he hummed, kissing your head. You turned over cuddling into his chest. “I love you” you said, smiling. He chuckled and said “I love you too” “was talking to your dick” you mumbled and he scoffed.

“Get off of me,” he said, jokingly. He lightly shoved you away, making you giggle. You curled into his chest once more, nuzzling your head into him. He giggled and kissed your head.

“I love you too, I guess” you said and he chuckled. He rubbed your back and said “yea, you better”

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Hi Lily :) anon who requested the Blade thirst Drabble AND LET ME SAY WHEW THAT WAS HOT 🥵 I also loved your Dan Feng thirst drabble (two cocks omg) and I was wondering… could I send you a request for Dan Feng x reader x Yingxing thirst drabble please? Extra spicy 😏 thank you!!

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a/n: oh my! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა i’ve been getting sooo much threesum requests lately, makes me realized if u guys want to be split open that badly (can’t blame u all either :3) tysm for requesting, darling<3

dan feng x fem!reader x yingxing

warning: threesum :,> anal and vaginal sex (they’re both just so excited! >:3) yingxing’s teases :( dan feng more on smooth talk <3 reader is yingxing’s lover ^^

the xianzhou has always known to be quite the tranquil place during evenings, when the dawn finally closes its eyes for the night sky to arrive and let its stars and bright moon shine, it wouldn’t be a surprise of why you found yourself fucking yourself mindless on YINGXING’S aching cock as he lays down, watching you as he guides your hips on such a soothing and peaceful night.

however it was strange, these weren’t like the usual loving nights you and yingxing would often do…there was like an itch over your shoulder. like a new presence hiding in the rooms.

truthfully, you had no idea of why your lover was smirking up on you as you rode his dick, pushing yourself back and forth like a vulnerable individual before he toys with your breasts, pushing himself deeper into the serene comfort of the pillows as the scented candles fragrances the room. you knew how cocky he could be at some times, but you couldn’t shake this feeling looping over your head that he may as well be planning something.

he pumps himself further into your creamy walls, leaks of his release overflowing out from your drooling cunt while you still kept going, whining the blacksmith’s name like it was the only word you knew in your mind while you jumped up and down on his chest. the pleasure aches in your stomach, tears flying out from your eyelids..voice filling in the night air of your bedroom. you couldn’t stop your hips from thrusting down on him. it was good, too good, your mind filled with incoherence…

you should’ve had trusted your instincts when you felt like an uninviting presence lurking in your room…because before you could chase on your second release, a hand pushes you down on yingxing’s chest out of nowhere.

your heartbeat palpitates hard on your chest, pants going faint as a familiar voice from the back echoes in the room.

“stay down, just like that..”

was that…?

you tried to turn your head to see if it was really the voice of the high elder, however his palm immediately pushed you down, yingxing’s hand gripping on your sweaty thighs.

“look who decided to come. make haste now, my dearest here wishes her pleasure to be fulfilled” yingxing says, cupping your cheek lovingly. DAN FENG scoffs, his hands bring your hips up until he faces with your ass cheeks, cunt filled with the brim with his bosom friend’s cum. slowly did he spreads them apart, and your eyes went wide in realization. oh aeons…

you felt a tip slap at your other hole, and just by touch alone did you know he was big.

“w-wait—

“you can take both of us, yes? come on, i’m sure you can..” yingxing cooed, his thumb brushing a small tear from your flushed eyelids. “besides, it’s not only two you’ll be taking…”

wait what?

before you could utter another word, the stretch on your pussy lengthens more, your eyes rolling back to the back of your head when you felt two tips enter both of your holes, a high pitched moan choking out from your throat as dan feng manages to push himself inside of you. he stays still for a moment while you squirm, one cock plunged in your asshole while your core was plunged with two. they haven’t even started to move, yet you were already so loud. yingxing chuckles, his hand now on your hip as he moves his head to look at dan feng.

“i told you…”

“hmph, so she can take three…” you hear dan feng reply to him, however your mind was in a haze, trying to adjust to both of their sizes, your breath shaking from the aftershocks.

once they began to move, you were left with a babbling nonsense escaping your lips, feeling them hit the right spots everywhere in you. your tits bouncing while yingxing plays with your nipples, dan feng leaving bitemarks at the back of your neck as he fucks both your cunt and your asshole to the oblivion. your cries went louder, a tear falling down as the nasty wet sounds of skin to skin became more faster and harsher, sandwiched between the two members of the high cloud quintet.

“you’re doing amazing, sweetheart…never knew you could take three…”

“praising your lover in bed…hm…so that’s common?”

“oh no need to be so formal, dan feng..”

you couldn’t believe they were chatting so casually while the fucked your brain to pieces. their cocks weren’t in synch however unlike in their battles together, one was in while the other was out, bringing you a type of euphoric pleasure that was not like other in the luofu. yingxing’s thrusts were fast, gentle, but they never fail to hit the deepest parts within you. same goes for the high elder with his merciless moves of his hips, who seemed to enjoy the same as his dear friend did, holding on your arms while your head pushes back, staring at the ceiling from ecstasy. you were fucked stupid, to the point you couldn’t think straight, brain mushed with nothing but a begging wreck of lust.

“o-oh fuck, oh fuck…you feel so good…” yingxing groans, tongue slithering the valley between your breasts before he sucks deep in your neck, leaving yet another mark on you.

“hah…so this is how human reproduction feels like..”

“too bad for a vidyadhara,” yingxing teases him, and dan feng groans.

a tight knot folds in your stomach as they moved faster, fucking you with full force like it was the way to bring an end to the denizens of abundance. your poor cervix was being kissed all over and over again by their huge tips, non stop repeats. your mewls went higher, feeling your high approach at the edge of your stomach. yingxing and dan feng weren’t going to last much either…

“c-crap i think i’m gonna…”

“o-oh dear long..”

yingxing holds on your hips, picking up the pace as dan feng follows by. this was fast, far too fast…they were going to fucking break you at this point. in each increase of their speed, your climax spills out of your abused womb, a moaning mess filling your bedroom. no matter what you could never follow up with their quick paces. dan feng held you tight in place, his hands would leave bruises on your skin.

yingxing releases first, pumping you full with his cum until you were a crying mess, his load spilling out of you and on dan feng’s second cock, until it stains the sheets and onto the floor. fat plumps of his cum spilling all over. the vidyadhara’s grip was strong on your arms, leaving fingermarks on them until he too came a lot, releasing on both of your holes with his huge load, stuffing you full straight to your entrance. their releases mixed altogether along with yours, filling your holes to the brim.

your tongue lolled out from your mouth before you passed out and fell on yingxing’s chest. yingxing lets out a breathy laugh, pushing your sweaty strands of hair behind your ear before he kisses your forehead. dan feng finally pulls himself out of you, the mixture of his and yingxing’s cum leaking out of your hole. he pushes his hair back, watching as the trail from the shaft of his dick fall down to the floor.

“that…that wasn’t too bad…is she going to be alright though?” yingxing smiles at him, brushing your head as you slumbered on his chest.

“see? we should do this often more…what do you say?”

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dan feng x reader #hsr smut #blade x reader #blade x you #yingxing x reader #lily’s ❀ drabbles #hsr x y/n #honkai star rail x y/n

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Daddy wonu w/ his kitten is back

- 🧃

18+ video!

tw: dom!wonwoo, sub fem!reader, use of sex toys, spanking, daddy kink, manhandling, use of petnames, mild pet play, degradation - minors dni.

"Are you sure this is for me?" Wonwoo asks you with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, is there something wrong with it?" You bat your eyelashes innocently, fighting to suppress the itch of your mouth to form a grin.

"Absolutely nothing." He shrugs. "Does that mean I can use it however I see fit?"

"Well, it's yours, after all."

"Good thing I asked then." He smiles at you sweetly, but you know there's a dark glint in his eyes.

"Do you have something specific in mind, Wonu?" You tilt your head sideways.

He takes another look at the fluffy white tail plug in his hands and his eyes flicker between you and the toy, his smile turning into a sardonic toothy grin.

"Oh, definitely." He taps the toy in his palm.

"Ah!" You cry out, nails scratching the tiles of the floor.

"Is my pretty kitty clawing out the floor?" Wonwoo runs the whip over your ass.

"Y-Yes, Daddy." You whimper.

"Does it hurt when I spank your pretty ass?"

"N-No."

"That's good to know." He chuckles and snaps the whip over your ass again, forcing another moan out of your mouth. You rub your thighs again and the plug in your ass doesn't make things easier for you.

"You're taking this so well, kitty, I'm impressed." He slaps the whip twice in a row and you struggle to keep your balance on your fours.

"T-Thank you Daddy." You respond with earnest, pussy clenching around emptiness, your juices starting to drip down your thighs.

"Aww, is kitty in her heat already?" Wonwoo runs the whip over your pussy and the slick soils the leather toy. "Does she need a fat cock in her needy cunt?"

"I'd l-love that- Fuck!" You cry out when he slaps your ass harder than before.

"I don't think pets are in the position to demand things, kitty." He clicks his tongue.

"I'm s-sorry, Daddy, I won't do it again!" You plead.

"That's what I was hoping to hear." He runs his hand over your ass and fiddles with the tail plug, thrusting it in your hole.

"D-Daddy-" You push your ass higher to get more friction, but he pushes you down and almost pulls out the toy completely.

"I told you to behave." He picks up the whip again, dragging it over your back.

"I can't h-help it!"

Wonwoo sits back again and swipes the whip over your skin repeatedly, until there are red streaks forming on your ass.

"That's too bad, because naughty pets should be taught a lesson to learn their place."

#svthub #wonwoo smut #svt wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #svt smut #seventeen smut #seventeen #answered✨ #🧃 anon #nsfw📹

[captainjamster]

Valeria x Reader - Mommy Knows Best

Pairing(s): Valeria x Reader (NSFW) Warnings: Mommy kink, initial reluctance but with enthusiastic consent, reader with female anatomy Wordcount: 0.8k Summary: Valeria knows the abilities of your body better than you do, and she's going to prove it. AO3 Version

A/N: I’m fuckin’ crook AND menstruating so productivity has not been high! However, the itch to write + excessive horniness has resulted in a very short Valeria x reader fic. The rep!reader series is still in the works, she’ll be back in business when my immune system gets its shit together!! Thank you so much for all your asks and messages, the requests have been brilliant!

This was inspired by @iciclesses's ghoap x reader noncon drabble, please go check it out if that's your thing :)

Full fic is under the cut <3

Whores, booze and coke is no longer how Valeria prefers to spend her evening. The pages of her discarded book flutter next to her, falling open to a random section. Her attention has been captured by her most prised activity: you.

Your weight is comfortable across her lap. She has you facing away from her, behind on display for her to ogle, pelvis to pelvis as you frot against her with needy moans and gasps. Her hands knead at the flesh of your ass, squeezing hard enough that the skin discolours before releasing some force and watching the blood rush back in. The sensation exaggerates the way your hips twitch and slide, grinding against the mound of her pussy.

“So fuckin’ good like this baby,” she groans, reddening an ass cheek with a playful slap that stutters your grinding, and Valeria takes the opportunity to tease you more. Pushing you ever-so-slightly forward, her breath catches in her throat as slick grasps at your retreating pussy, sticky trails of need connecting to her own lips. They break as she runs her thumb across your pussy lips, watching your hole grip and twitch at the teasing sensation.

Your ass jiggles as you push against her digit, desperately adjusting the angle of your hips to fill the aching emptiness in you, but Valeria denies the opportunity and pulls her hand away. “Without asking, mi pequeño coño?”*

*”my little cunt”

The frustrated whine that you emit sends jolts straight to her groin, and she pulls you back down against her, feeling the heat of your pussy flush against hers. Bucking her hips up, she tears another whine from you as your clits roughly collide.

“I can’t cum, please – please, I can’t!” You whimper, hands gripping around her knees. The effort of grinding for what Valeria guesses must be at least a couple of hours as almost ruined you. Valeria can feel the way your fingers flex and release without even seeing them, loosely synchronising with the clenching of your pretty little hole, teasing Valeria between each swing of your hips.

She laughs mercilessly, the desperation in your tone fuelling the warmth burning in her stomach. “I told you that you can. That you will.”

Arousal soaks her pubic hair as you rub against the bristles, her hands guiding your movements to speed up the pace. Despite your complaints, the slick sounds become wetter and wetter, filling the room along with each noise Valeria drags from you. Tilting her pelvis earns a breathless yelp from you, readjusting to catch your clit against every inch of her folds. The need inside her grows, winding tighter and tighter as each second of contact sends her spinning, sparks flying every time your clit drags against her own.

Valeria isn’t alone in the way she rushes to her peak – the modification in angle has your nails digging deliciously into her thighs, hips jerking in a painful oversensitivity as your sore pussy works you closer and closer. She can’t tell if you’re trying to get closer or pull away from the sensations, but whichever is irrelevant to her, strong hands anchoring your figure to hers.

Running a hand up your spine, her palm rests between the blades of your shoulders, feeling them shake as you sob, pushing down harder with each drag of your hips. “Please, please!”

Another warmth – satisfaction, accomplishment – fills Valeria’s chest at your admission, so soon after your whining and complaining. “Change your mind, hm? Tell Mommy she was right.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You choke out, gasping for air to form words through the exertion, each jolt sapping more and more thought from you. “Mommy please, you were right, Mommy was right!”

Your pleading is high-pitched and whiney, punctuated with each jolt of your movement, and the way her title falls from your lips thrusts her over the edge. Her legs tense underneath you, pushing up against you with one last thrust along your clit, the tight string snapping as she’s flooded with a wave of relief. The sensation is your own downfall, and Valeria watches through her haze as your own orgasm wracks through your body, thighs trembling on either side of her.

By the time Valeria is catching her breath, you’re hunched over in her lap, pussy glistening in the warm light as your torso heaves for air. The sight stirs a weak desire in her loins, temptation gathering that she shelves for when you’re less overstimulated.

Working her loose limbs into cooperation and propping herself up against the pillows, she wraps a fist in your hair, tugging you down to the sheets next to her. You give her a yelp, looking at her with big, watery eyes that she kisses the edges of, tasting the salt of your drying tears against your skin. Detangling her fingers from your hair, she brings them to your scalp, her painted nails dragging in soothing little motions as you mumble gratitude into her chest.

“See? Just gotta listen to Mommy.”

#i want her to do so many immoral things to me #i fell in love the first moment i saw valeria fr #valeria x reader #valeria garza x reader #call of duty fic #call of duty fanfic #jams writings

[msbigredmachine]

On Sight - Part 1 (Jey Uso/OC)

The fact that we hate each other don’t mean we can’t fuck. Just don’t fall in love with me. Jey Uso/OC 4-part series.

Warnings: The usual smut, angry sex, toxic behavior, angst

Word count: 4.9k

A/N: A fellow reader/writer suggested an "enemies to lovers" trope. Well, here is part 1! Let me know what you think.

ON SIGHT MASTERLIST

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PART 1 - HATE?

His big, callused hands clutched your hips and yanked your ass closer to him. He sank himself back into you, uttering a low moan. You spread your legs wider for him, feeling his pelvis nudge against your backside. He squeezed your ass, giving the juicy skin a hard slap before rapidly thrusting into you.

With your face pressed to the mattress, you bit into the bedsheet to contain your moans. Your toes curled, tensing yet again from his forceful movements. You felt him shudder inside you and you arched your back some more, wanting him deeper.

"You're fuckin’ impossible," Jey growled, smacking your ass again.

"Ion wanna hear it, just fuck me." Your voice was supposed to come out angry and impatient, but instead it was high-pitched and pleading. 

He leaned down to kiss on your neck, the feel of his gold chain on your skin causing your nipples to strain against the soft sheets beneath you. You clung to them as he yanked your ass up higher and drove deeper into you, making you take all his dick. He smacked your backside again, and a muffled squeal of pleasure escaped you as your pussy squeezed his dick. Immensely turned on, you reached between your legs and touched yourself, your fingers brushing over his thrusting cock, increasing stimulation. His roughness and dominance was exhilarating. He was excellent at controlling your body, amplifying your pleasure to the max. You would never admit it to him, though, cuz you would never hear the end of it.

Without warning, he shoved your hand away from your pussy. In retaliation, you reached back and hit him in the torso, hard, your fist bouncing off the ridges of his abs. He spanked your ass repeatedly as punishment, at least ten times, grinning when you cried out from the stinging pain. He ran his palm over the curve of your ass, his thumb teasing your asshole with your juices before pushing inside with relative ease. Your muscles contracted and twitched around him, heightening both your pleasure.

"Damn you, motherfucker, fuuuck," you groaned, rolling your hips in time with his, rocking up and down his dick and his thumb simultaneously.

Jey exhaled a breathy moan. "You know how good I make you feel," his thumb curled inside your tight asshole, causing you to clench around him yet again, "Yet you keep callin’ me out my name."

"Don’t flatter yourself. You ain’t all that,” you lied, “That dick is better when I fantasize about it.” Pushing up on your elbows, your upper body twisted to face him, and you almost took your words back. He looked so sexy; his naked body was slick with sweat, his beard gleamed with your essence, having buried his face in it minutes ago. The look of pure pleasure on his features had you itching to touch yourself again.

Jey’s smirk was sinfully ice-melting. “Still talkin’ shit, huh?” 

"Damn right," you said through gritted teeth, "That’s what you get for being so fuckin’ arrogant, it makes me so-" 

Your words evaporated when all of a sudden, he pushed himself all the way inside you and held himself there. As he did, a lewd, loud squelch echoed around the bedroom. The sound came from your pussy.

"Wet?" he finished smugly.

He did that shit on purpose, but damn it, he was right. You were literally dripping down your legs and you were only going to get wetter. You would have been annoyed if it didn’t feel as amazing as it did.

"You’re so fuckin pretty, princess. If only your words weren't so ugly."

He resumed thrusting, fucking you harder. Clearly determined to drive you insane, and it was working. His groans blended with yours as the speed of his thrusts increased, and you knew he was just as close to climax as you were.

“You think you so much better than me, huh,” he snarled. He removed his thumb from your anus and squeezed your ass cheek in his rough palm. "Yet here you are, soaking wet for me, moaning my name, about to come all over my dick.” 

He throbbed inside you as he spoke, and, as predicted, it made you wetter. Every limb and muscle you owned thrummed with pleasure. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling hard enough to force a deeper arch to your back. His heavy balls slapped your clit repeatedly, drove you mad with need, the need to release. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you voiced out breathlessly, fingers digging into the blankets in front of you. His strokes were god-tier, hitting all the right spots. The man was in your stomach and you were seeing stars. "Mmmm, right there, right fucking there…”

"Shit feel good, don’t it?” Jey bragged, “You love this dick, that’s why you keep runnin’ yo mouth, you want me all up in them guts just like this."

"Fuck you," you repeated, tears springing to your eyes when he started to ease up out of nowhere. "Damn it, go faster, I’m so fuckin’ close," you whined.

"Shut the fuck up. You come when I say you come," he snapped. His thrusts slowed, and he swiveled his narrow hips, dragging his dick along your inner walls. Taking matters into your hands, you bounced yourself on his dick, fucking him right back. Grunting in frustration at your stubbornness, he grabbed your waist and tried to hold you down, but you would not be denied your nut, or his.

“Damn, girl, damn,” he gasped. It sounded like gunshots going off from how hard you were throwing it back, bouncing your thick ass noisily and forcefully on his dick like you had a point to prove. His grip on your waist slackened, his grunts softened into higher-pitched, intimate moans as his body gave in to numbing pleasure. 

"Don't you dare come before me," you warned, capitalizing on his moment of weakness by grinding your ass on him, creating more of a thrust with your combined movements. Jey held you down against the bed with his big body, smothering you in the best way. His fingers found your pussy folds, applying firm and rapid pressure as he drilled you into the mattress. His touch kindled your blazing fire, the dam within you waiting to burst and release all the tension inside.

“You close, baby?” Jey asked you. When you didn’t reply right away, he brought his hand down hard on your butt. “I asked you a question. Answer me!”

“Mmm, nghhh, yes, baby, I’m about to come. Fuck!”

“Ya damn right. You gon’ come for me like the slut you are." He rubbed your pussy faster and kept pounding into you, hearing you whimper as you both neared the precipice.

You couldn’t stop the chorus of curses pouring from your lips as the wave of indescribable ecstasy rose, peaked, and then plummeted. You came hard on his dick, your body melting and trembling all at once. His already sloppy thrusts now sounded wetter than ever as your cum dripped between you, adding more friction to his deadly strokes.

"Aww, fuck..." he moaned, suddenly pulling out of you and jerking his dick in his fist. His entire body stiffened, and with a strangled groan he exploded all over your backside. A tired purr escaped your lips as you felt his warm seed spill onto your skin. Your pussy clenched from the added sensation as you struggled to recover from the intense orgasm.

"Shiiit," Jey drawled as he rested his drained dick between your ass cheeks, thrusting briefly to ensure he was all done. He gave your ass one last squeeze and dropped back down to the bed with a sigh of satisfaction. His body was warm next to you, and you fought the urge to move in for a cuddle. You never cuddled or kissed afterwards. Not when you hated his guts and he hated yours. You both lay side by side, breathing hard, basking in the aftermath of yet another bad decision.

He climbed out of the bed to retrieve his clothes. You fished out a blunt from your side drawer and lit one up, the first puff soothing your lungs. As you watched him get dressed, you found yourself regretting your impulsive decision to fuck him. You then wondered why you even bothered with regrets - you and Jey fucked practically every day.

Buttoning up his denim shirt, Jey glanced your way and then crooked his index finger at you. Rolling your eyes, you begrudgingly tucked your blunt between his waiting lips, watching him take a long drag and shorten your ration. Greedy fucker.

“Same time tomorrow?” he asked, standing up from the bed. 

You let out a derisive snort, blowing out a ring of smoke. “No. Fuck off.” 

A knowing smirk crossed his lips as he headed for the door. That was always your answer, but you both knew better. “Tomorrow it is. I’ll see you then, baby.”

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God, you hated him. 

You despised him with every fiber of your being. He was the bane of your existence. You hated his chiseled face. You hated his cute ass dimples. You hated the way he wrestled in the ring. You hated his breathtaking smile. You hated his high-pitched, funny laugh. You hated that everyone thought he was so cool. Basically, you hated everything about Jey Uso. Each time you laid eyes on him, your blood always boiled from just how much you despised his sorry ass. 

Like now. As you glared at the back of his head while he went over the upcoming backstage segment with the director. He was wearing that crop top again, showing off his lean body and the new tattoo on his rib cage. The art was loud and garish, yet all you wanted to do was run your tongue over that same expanse of skin and make him moan for you.

Yeah, these mixed feelings were not helping at all.

You jumped when the director called your name, informing you that filming was about to begin. You caught a glimpse of Jey’s smirk as he entered the Bloodline’s locker room, knowing damn well he was the reason for your distraction. Fighting the urge to throttle him, you focused on the director’s countdown which was seconds away.

“And…go!”

“We are here in front of the Bloodline’s locker room, just moments after Roman Reigns suffered a beatdown at the hands of Cody Rhodes, Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens earlier tonight. He’s refused to be treated in the trainer’s room, choosing instead to remain in his locker room where the doctors are attending to him.” You tried to look concerned, immersing yourself into your role as backstage interviewer. “I’m hoping I can catch one of the members of the Bloodline for an update on the Tribal Chief’s condition.”

On cue, Jey emerged from the locker room, shoulders squared, trademark sneer on his face showing off his grill. Your mouth watered against your will. 

“Oh, joining us right now is one half of the undisputed Tag Team champions, Jey Uso. Jey, what can you tell us about Roman’s current condition? And can we get a comment on Sami’s remarks about putting an end to the Bloodline once and for all at Wrestlemania?”

Shit, he smelled so good. You were barely listening to his promo, mesmerized by his soft lips and the way they moved as he spoke. But professionalism came first, and so you motored on, finishing the segment without a hitch.

“And cut! Great job, guys!”

Flustered, you quickly backed away, keeping your distance as the crew dispersed. After a quick parting chat with the director, you then  pulled out your phone as you started to leave the area. You had barely taken two steps when Jey appeared in front of you, blocking your path.

“What the fuck was that?”

You made a show of rolling your eyes. “What the fuck was what, Uso?”

“That last part. That wasn’t how your lines were in the script. You was tryna trip me up!” he accused, glaring down at you.

“How? I couldn’t remember a part of it so yeah, I improvised. If you still don’t understand the concept after fourteen years in the business then that’s your problem, not mine.”

“No, my problem is you making me look bad with your bullshit. Stop playin’ with me, woman!” he shouted, pointing all five fingers in your face in that annoying way he did when he was arguing.

The nerve of this motherfucker. “News flash, uce, I don’t need to make you look bad. You do that all by yourself, with ya bra top-wearing, mullet-havin’ ass! This ain’t the eighties, homie.”

Letting out a scoff, he moved just a little closer to you, looking you up and down. “You ain’t have a problem with my mullet when I’m eatin' that pussy, though,” he leered.

Your mouth dropped open in shock. You looked around hastily, hoping no one had caught that. Luckily it seemed to be only the two of you in the vicinity. “You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” you retorted.

“Takes one to know one, bitch,” he snarled, looming over you, eyes wide and dark and menacing. “Look at you. Walkin’ round here like you own the damn company. You don’t own shit, princess. You’re a wannabe Renee Young, a dime a dozen and you can be replaced like that.” He snapped his fingers for emphasis.

You raised your eyebrows with a smirk. “Ooh, so much anger. Did Roman bitch you out again, huh? That why you so mad? Maybe you’re looking for someone to take out your anger issues on. So go ahead, Jey. Hit me.” You stepped right up to him, getting in his face. “Ain’t that what you want? To punch me in the face? To wrap your hands around my throat and choke me?”

For once in his life, he was speechless. He was stunned by your audacity and you reveled in it. Your smirk darkened. “Then do it. Do it out here where everyone can see you. I know you want to.”

The Tag champ leaned even closer, and for one terrifying second, you thought that he was going to do it. You could see the wheels turning in his head and braced yourself for another verbal assault, or worse. 

What happened next, however, came out of left field. He snatched your phone right out of your hands and darted into his locker room, slamming the door shut. For a long moment, you stood there out in the hallway, dumbfounded. And then, the rage took over, sweeping through your body, and you threw the door open, almost breaking off the handle as you charged inside. The room was empty, meaning you could throw hands with zero innocent casualties. 

“Gimme back my phone,” you demanded, holding your hand out. 

Jey held up the device, dangling it temptingly above him as he backed away. “It’s right here, come get it,” he taunted, yanking it out of reach right as you made a grab for it. “Come on girl, you can do better than that.”

“Jey, give me my goddamn phone!” You lunged again, and he twisted away from you and tossed it blindly over his shoulder. Your heart was almost in your mouth as you watched it barely miss the glass coffee table and land safely on the couch. You glared at him incredulously, your hands clenched into fists. “You are the most childish, immature person I have ever met! You’re infuriating!” you yelled.

“Careful princess, that’s a mighty big word for you,” Jey mocked. The glee in his eyes was almost disturbing.

“You fucking asshole!” You took a swing at him, but he caught your wrist before the blow could connect. In the same move, he shoved you roughly, an audible ‘oof’ expelling from your lungs as your back collided with the wall. Before you could strike again, he seized both your hands and pinned them together above your head with his much larger hand. You struggled against him, your feet and knees a blur, trying to get a shot in. You were no match for his strength, but that would never stop you from trying.

"Let go of me you dickhead...let me go!" You accentuated your demand with a strong tug on your immobilized hands. Your chest heaved angrily as you looked into his eyes. What stared back at you was a mix of fury and lust and need that you had never seen before. The sexual tension crackled in the air between you like electricity.

Uttering a soft growl, Jey dipped his head and kissed you. Hard. His mouth working yours as though he owned it. You bit down on his lip equally hard, drawing blood. Jey jerked back in pain and touched his mouth. If looks could kill, you would both be dead.

“Do that again and you'll regret it,” he snarled.

“Try me, bitch,” you spat, your words cut off by his lips crashing back onto yours. Your teeth scraped briefly right before his tongue slid inside your mouth for an earth-shattering, toe-curling kiss. His large hand seized you by the throat, keeping you pinned to the wall. You moaned into his mouth, mad at him and at yourself for how aroused you were by his aggressiveness. That, along with his tongue darting in and out of your mouth and his groin grinding against your center, made your pussy throb. You arched again with another moan, still pulling on your hands, this time wanting to touch him instead of pushing him away.

"You just love testin' me, don't you," he spat, finally releasing your hands to reach under your short dress. He located the edge of your black thong, and with a swift brutal movement, tore the skimpy lace off your body. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you up effortlessly, slipping his body between your legs. He fumbled briefly with his sweatpants, and you couldn't keep a moan from escaping your lips as he entered you, hard. Speechless, eyes dilated, you were certain you were about to combust already. Each press of his hips slammed you spine-first into the wall, but you absorbed it all, processing the pain to pleasure.

“I fucking hate you,” you murmured.

“You hate me, but you love how good I fuck you,” he countered, bending his knees and powering deep into your warm depths, “You hate me, but you in my bed every other night, givin’ me this pussy. So why you lyin', huh?”

His glazed eyes remained on your features as he pumped into you with long, exquisite strokes. A shiver passed through him as your tight little cunt squeezed and moistened around his pumping cock, demanding more of the sinful pleasure he gave you. You threw your head back with a whimpering cry as he started to fuck you harder, the wet smack of your bodies echoing around the spacious locker room. Your arms and legs tensed around him, holding on tight as he punished your pussy without mercy. It was the same salacious cycle. Below-the-belt verbal attacks, prodding and provoking each other until you were fucking each other’s brains out. A unique version of foreplay that never failed to get you or him off.

Pushing off the wall, Jey carried you further into the locker room, still inside you. As he walked, you squirmed out of his arms and pushed him onto the nearby couch, straddling his lap before he could regain his bearings.

"Aht aht, don't fuckin' move," you commanded, grabbing his dick and sliding it back inside you in record time. You both moaned as your walls stretched around his impressive girth. You bounced on it, gasping loudly as you picked up speed. Jey tugged the front of your dress down to cup your exposed breasts, fondling them, pinching your nipples hard. Your pussy rippled in response and you started to grind on him, working your clit against the base of his cock and stimulating you to no end.

Jey’s hands found your hips, watching your slick flesh slide over his own in an enticing rhythm. Teasing your right nipple with his tongue, he sucked it into his mouth and reveled in your high pitched moan. “Fuckin’ good pussy,” he breathed, “Fuck me, baby. Ride my dick just like that.”

Too turned on to reply, you settled for kissing him passionately, your fingernails raking his heaving chest. He moaned against your lips, his large hands patrolling your back and your ass. Tucking your face into his neck, you gripped the armrest for leverage and rode him harder, your ass slapping loudly against his lap as you dropped your pussy aggressively on his hard length. 

“Oh my god,” Jey groaned, feeling his orgasm creep closer. Your mouth wreaked havoc on his neck, your inner muscles clenched around him with each downward motion you made, causing him to grunt and jerk his hips up into you. His hand then scraped downwards to your ass, holding you in place as he started to thrust up into you from his seated position, taking back control. Your moans and his grunts got louder, the heat ratcheted up, ever closer to what was sure to be a mind-blowing climax.

“You comin’ for me, baby?” he hissed, slapping your ass and tugging your hair, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I can feel you, tell Daddy that you’re comin’.”

“Fuck! I'm comin', I'm comin'!” you whimpered, your eyes in the back of your head. You tried to move again, wanting to regain the upper hand, but his grip was too strong, holding you hostage as he thrust deeper, right up against your g-spot. "Fuck, Jey!" 

"C'mon," he rasped, teetering on the brink.  

The orgasm that tore through you left you gasping for air, riddling your body with tremors. Your pussy squeezed his dick so hard that it triggered his own release. His other hand shot down, gripping your ass cheek as he emptied his load with a breathless groan.

Weak and boneless, you collapsed on his chest with a deep sigh. Jey enveloped your prone frame in a hug and you both stayed silent for a few minutes, waiting for your hearts to stop pounding. When your breathing was back to normal, he guided your face to his and kissed you, his lips sweeping gently over yours. This took you by surprise. You never kissed after sex. But you embraced it, embraced the surprisingly tender gesture that made your bones melt. You gasped softly, your heart raced as he tugged your bottom lip between his teeth and then sucked it back into his mouth, his lips caressing yours in teasing strokes.

"I still hate you," you said, your voice soft and small despite the harsh declaration.

Jey chuckled, nuzzling the curve of your neck and dropping a soft kiss there. “I know. I hate you too,” he murmured, sliding his lips northwards until they met yours again.

“I fucking knew it.”

The new voice spun you around, the horror visible on your features. Roman Reigns stood across the room, wearing the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. You’ve never moved so fast in your life, scrambling off of Jey and hurrying to fix your dress.

“You didn’t lock the damn door?” you hissed at him.

“What? You came in after me!” he squeaked, pulling his pants back up.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! I’m so sick of your shit!” Snatching your phone off the couch, you scampered out of the locker room, not daring to make eye contact with Roman as you passed him. How fucking embarrassing, getting caught in 4k like this. You knew you should have been more careful, but it was much easier to put the blame on that ass Jey Uso. He couldn't do anything right, anyway!

Annoying ass punk. Dude was lucky he could fuck.

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All alone in the bowels of his cousin's tour bus, Jey watched you chop it up with Kayla Braxton and special guest Cody Rhodes on the latest livestream of The Bump on YouTube. Your work on the show and on other WWE platforms, aided by your magnetic personality and penchant for randomly wearing the merch of your favorite Superstars and legends, earned you millions of admirers from around the world and backstage. It was probably why you thought you were the shit, with your fancy ass Masters Degree and Ivy League training. If only your beloved fans knew what a bitch you really were.

Several months on, he still couldn’t figure out what it was about you that made him so irritated, yet so attracted to you at the same time. When you first met, you were rude to him over a misunderstanding and had an attitude ever since. That encounter ignited a fierce rivalry that scorched earth in the workplace and eventually...shockingly...in the bedroom.

He remembered it like it was yesterday, the first time you kissed him. Or he kissed you. He still wasn’t sure who made the first move, but his life has not been the same since then. Now, everything was a competition between you, behind the scenes and between the sheets; every kiss, every time you tumbled into bed together, his desire matching yours step by step, daring each other to keep up with the other. Sex with you entailed getting pushed beyond his limits, with you doing things you knew would piss him off such as scratching the hell out of him, biting, and/or fighting him. You had a potty mouth and a mean streak a mile wide, and honestly, that shit turned him on. Yes, some of your verbal jabs cut deep, but he realized, quite morbidly, he would gladly endure them if it guaranteed he would be left weak-limbed, drained and satisfied when you were through with him. And he was. All the time. He hated how much he craved you, and to know that the feeling was mutual made his days that much more exciting. 

“So, how long have y’all been fucking?”

Roman came into his view, a trademark smirk on his face as he leaned against the doorframe. Twenty-four hours had passed since the Tribal Chief’s…discovery…in his locker room, and he hadn't said a word about it. Until now. Exhaling heavily, Jey grabbed his beer for a long gulp, deciding there was no point in lying. “About six, seven months,” he disclosed.

“Deadass?”

“Uh huh.” He hadn’t taken his eyes off the TV. He noticed how close Cody sat next to you, noted the way you entertained his little flirty gestures. It was public knowledge that Rhodes was down for the swirl. For all he cared, you were probably fucking him too, and for some reason that irked his soul.

Roman joined his cousin in the lounge area. “I always knew you'd either end up killing each other or fucking each other. It makes so much sense now. The tension between y’all was giving sexual vibes more than anything.” The Undisputed Champ smiled and shook his head. "So when you gon’ tell her you have feelings for her?"

Jey nearly choked on his beer. "The fuck?! What feelings? We hate each other! We always have!"

Bullshit. He had seen the way Jey looked at you yesterday and it definitely was not with hatred. He wondered how he had ever missed it. “Right. Humor me then. Why do you hate her? Do you even know?”

“Easy. She’s a bitch.”

“That’s Jey-speak for she’s pretty as fuck,” Roman dismissed.

Jey’s lip curled with disgust. “She’s obnoxious!”

“A.K.A. I like how she don’t take shit from nobody, especially my sorry ass.”

“She thinks she’s so much better than everybody else,” Jey argued.

“That’s Jey-speak for she's too classy for my country, ghetto ass.” Roman chuckled heartily. His boy was down bad. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d have been shocked. Remember Kendra Jones from high school?” When Jey averted his eyes, he pushed on, determined to make his point. “Yeah, I remember. Your punk ass teased her for months and it turned out you were crushing on her the whole time. This is exactly how you were, all flustered like this. You a grown ass man now, Jey. Quit playin' games and tell that girl you’re in love with her.”

Oh, hell fucking no. “I am not in love, stop puttin' shit in my head!”

Roman shook his head. “For real though, you two are weird. You ‘hate’ each other yet you’re sleeping together. That’s some toxic shit.”

"Ay yo, mind your damn business Uce. I won’t tell you again," Jey spat, getting agitated.

"It became my business when y'all fucked in my locker room!"

"Look, I’m sorry about that, a'ight? It was in the heat of the moment."

“I’m sure it was,” the Tribal Chief smirked.

“Whatever, dude.” No longer in a talking mood, he stood up and headed for the sleeping area.

“By the way, you should do somethin' 'bout that hickey on your neck!” Roman called out.

Ignoring him, Jey shut the door and climbed into his bed, weary and conflicted. His thoughts kept returning to you, and he hated it. His cousin was dead wrong. Everything he said about you was true. 

So why couldn't he stop thinking about you? Why did he always dream about you whenever he fell asleep? 

Forcing his eyes shut, he tried to block you out of his mind as he drifted into a fitful sleep.

At the same moment, as you lay in your own bed, you were staring up at the ceiling, imagining what Jey might be doing, and wondering why the fuck you cared.

Because you’ve caught feelings, girl…

Panic set in, and you shook your head adamantly. "No, no I’ve not. He don’t even like me,” you said aloud to yourself, in the emptiness of your hotel room. “This has to stop. I have to stop sleeping with him. It’s not healthy for either of us."

Yet, all you can think about is his eyes…and his mouth…and the way it feels when he touches you…

You sighed and tried to go to sleep, hoping your dreams would not be invaded yet again by the one man in the world you detested the most.

In your dream, you and Jey were a big happy family, living in a big beautiful house in a lovely suburban neighborhood. Your baby daughter sat on his lap as the three of you enjoyed dinner together.

END OF PART 1

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[savvysscandles]

Pushed Beyond His Limits.....

Lo’ak x omatikayan fem reader (all aged up)

🔞mdni🔞

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, choking, hair pulling, neck grabbing, Dom Lo’ak, dom x sub, squirting, creampie, CNC, mean/bratty reader, rough sex, orgasm denial, ass slapping, deep after shock, Sub reader, (use of y/n & you), breeding kink, (use of daddy & babygirl), praise kink

Synopsis: You never liked Lo’ak, you’ve teased him since you both were kids. With him being a hothead and you a brat, you two always clashed, but deep down there was always something inside of you that craved him, wanted him, to see if you could push him past his control, his limit......

“Ohhh, Loooo’aak!” you sang, trying to catch up to him in the forest, giggling because of the groan you heard him let out. “Bro stop following me!” He says then let's out a sigh “What Y/n, what does your annoying little ass want now!” his voice filled with irrigation as he turned around to look at you with hard eyes.

“Don’t be so rude punk or I’ll tell your Dad, and you know he’ll take my side” you said with sass, smirking because you know he couldn't do anything. Lo’ak looked away for a moment trying to gain some restraint before looking back at you. His head was tilted, a harsh look blanketed his face, and his eyes held angry.

“What…. do you want…brat” his voice becoming dark and husky. He was becoming real fed up with you and your attitude lately, you always used his parents against him, blackmailing him. It's what you’ve been doing since you both turned 16 up until now, in your adult hood. But recently you’ve been irking him on a little bit more than usual.

“Awh... is little Lo’ak mad now” you said amused walking closer to him, teasing, you liked when he got this mad, it was so fun to see him pitch a fit and not be able to do a thing about it. He never did, he just storms off. He breathed out heaving trying to show some control, but your attitude was really taking him there today.

He turned to walk away like always, trying to be mature but you had other plans. You wanted to see if he would crack away from his self-discipline and give into his implusives that you know he had, you just didn't know what they were like.

When his back was to you, you yanked on his tail. “Little baby Lo’ak trying to be mature now... Awwh who do you think you are…..Neteyam” you laughed. He turns around gritting his teeth and balling up his fist, his palms were itching to be put down on that ass of yours and hard. You know you hit a nerve, you know about the relation he and his brother had, how people always compared him to his brother. “You are such……a bitch” he said his tone of voice low becoming more aggressive

You roll your eyes then laugh at his comment to taut him more. “Your not fooling anyone with this little control act, everyone knows you can't control your emotions” you walk closer to him, with every step your words got crueler. “Your just an impulsive little baby, I mean even your father can see tha-” you suddenly felt a tight grip on your neck interrupting your words , he towered over you looking down at you with a dark glow in his eyes, his pupils taking over black growing in his eyes barely showing any sign of his yellow rims….. you've never seen him so furious. “ You want to complete that sentence BRAT, matter of fact I dare you to” he says as he forces you back, slamming you on to a tree, you whimper out at the contact. Letting out a soft. “Owww”

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear another word or sound…..….you know, you have such a big mouth filled with such bad words,…. I think they need to be gaged out of you, hmm ?”

He pulls your hair for you to look at him. “ I asked you a question, brat!” he yanked on your hair. “Yes...” you said nodding your head. He pushed you down to your knees with his grip still in your hair, you fell against his legs, your hands on his thigh as you looked up at him. “You know exactly what to do, don't make me go harder on you then I already am brat, I will put marks on you that will last for weeks and you know it” He yanked your hair with his words.

You took his loincloth off with your teeth eyes never leaving his until his cock spring out slapping his torso, leaking precum. You gasp, you've never seen a dick so big before...God and that beautiful purple mushroom tip was calling your name too. “I know…… now suck” he forced his cock down your throat all the way, not giving you anytime to adjust. You gagged and pulled back but his grip on your hair was to strong.

Your throat burned, your eyes watered, and saliva pooled all over your chin and chest. You looked him in his eye as he was fucking your face now. “ Fuck, look at you, all messed up all from my c-shit…my cock and I didn't even fuck you yet ahhh” he groan out loudly, by the way he twitched in your throat you knew he was close.

“Shit babygirl, your little throats gonna make me cum.” You swirled your tongue around him sucking him in, putting your hands on the back of his thighs, looking back up at him eyes full of lust as your pussy was soaking wet dampening your loincloth.

You moaned on his cock from squeezing your legs together to release some friction. The moan pushing him right over the edge making him shooting his load down your throat, there was so much of it, you nearly choked.

He groaned as he pulled out of your mouth, yanking you up by your hair to your full height, spit dangling from your chin and leaking down your chest. He ripped your top and loincloth off with ease the tearing fabric burning your skin.

“Lo’ak!” you whined and he immediately wrapped his hand around your throat tightening it, looking in your eyes with a glare. “Did I say you could talk brat” you shack your head no. “You see I was gonna let you cum since you did so well at sucking my cock but nah....you ruin that.” He said as he spun you around, against the tree and pulled your ass out to his cock by your tail. Slamming into you with no remorse your sopping pussy squelching from his erratic thrust. You moaned out at his size and pace.“FUCK- to much...to MUCH ahhaa slow DOWN” you screamed as he rammed repeatly into your pussy. “Nah you can take it, remember brat, you got all the pull right ?” he said condescendingly as your moans and screams filed the air answering for you.

He pulled you up to him by your neck. “Who has the power brat tell me…WHO?!” He growled, watching you become weak for him your body probing you to slip down to the ground. He noticed this and wrapped his other arm around your torso to keep you up. “Ohhhh Ewya- you Lo’ak, you do ahhhaahh powers all yours fuck ‘tis always yours” you moaned out. He groaned at your words, he rutted into you harder, taking his hand from your neck to your hair wrapping it around his hand using it as leverage to fuck you even harder, moving his other hand to your ass to slap them purple and red.

“That’s what the fuck I thought” slaps between each of his words, as he went harder beating your little pussy up with his massive cock, but you loved it, after all this is what you wanted, him putting you in your place, making you submit, going beyond his limits..….

“Say your sorry babygirl, say your sorry for being a brat!” He says as his cock hits the sweet spot inside of you just right, pushing on your cervix, so fucking well. “Ohhh I’m srrr…ahhahh SORRY daddy so sorry” you moaned out knowing your orgasm was coming on soon. “And that you belong to me yea, that your my little brat!”

He says yanking your hair and slapping your ass. “YESSS ALL YOURS….can I please cum!” you moan and beg but your met with his cruel words. “No babygirl you better hold that shit…and I’m not playing…hold it in for me”

You nod your head trying your best to hold it in like he said. Moments later as he’s still slamming into you at an unbearable pace you start to shake and your eyes roll back. You feel yourself losing it, control slipping away from you. “Ahhhaah PLEASE, I can’t take it anymore please ohh” you scream out body going insane from the denial. Lo’ak feels himself getting closer to his orgasm too, the base of his tail rapidly tingling as he nears. “Ohh You wanna come on this dick baby.. want me to- FUCK mmm….breed this tight little pussy…. huh!?” He moans out slapping your ass as he pulls you to look at him by your hair, back arching all the way from the front.

“Yes Yes Yes please…..please Can I cum PLEASE” you begged, legs about to give out. “Fuck come on baby girl cum…let it ALL out on Daddy’s dick!” and you do screaming and convulsing as you squirt all over him, it splatters all over his stomach, dripping down his and your legs till it reached your ankles,.. you came so hard, it’s so much of it, everywhere.

“Fuck look at that shit..…DAMN, baby girl I’m gonna cum….want me to cum?, want me breed this pussy?, breed MY BRATTY GIRLS LITTLE PUSSY!?” he says, ramming into you with no mercy, letting out loud and gruntal moans in your ear. He doesn’t stop until he fills you up with his warm sweet cum. Pulling you to his chest, hand unweaving from your hair to grasp your neck for a final time and his other arm wrapping tightly around your torso. You both go quiet fully in a blissful state, eyes rolled back, bodies spasming, mouths open as a few tears prickle down your faces. The euphoria rushing through your veins, it was unlike anything you both had ever felt. It was as if your aftershocks were another orgasm in itself, but longer and way more intense. Lo’ak throws his head back, chin to your hair letting out a rough quick breath from the feeling, tightening his hold on you. You both eventually come back down from your highs by saying “Fuck” simultaneously, trying to process what just happened. He stays inside of you for a moment before pulling out and releasing you from his grasp.

You moan out feeling empty, and fall against the tree, sliding down as you babble out nonsense eyes crossing still in a little bliss…… Lo’ak chuckles putting back on his loincloth “you alright babygirl” he says still breathing heavy, you stay in the same state that your in not responding. He pulls your fucked out body from the tree and throws you over his shoulder which cost you to jolt, and moan out loudly.

“Bet your days of acting like a brat are over huh?….I got that mighty warrior dick huh?” He say teasingly and laughing at you. Oh, how the roles have switched now.

He walks you both out of the forest not bothering to get your clothes there already ruined like that attitude you once had……..

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[writingsofwesteros]

Daemon x reader who is getting married to some random ass Lord but she's in love with Daemon. Daemon takes full advantage of her crush and also hates the Lord. So he and her have a secret affair and he fucks her in her wedding dress, right before she walks the aisle. With his cum running down her legs hehe!!

For the request! If they're still open. Love your works

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“Shh, see it is not so bad?” Daemon hummed; those bright eyes of his looking down at you. Fuck, his cock began to twitch inside your weeping, tight pussy as you looked up at him so innocently. The thought of ruining you nearly had a smirk coming across his face but he had to keep up pretence. “Dae…my Prince..” You whimpered out.

His larger hand slowly moved up your body and gently brushed past your stomach. The white material of your wedding dress bunched to your waist. Oh, this was going to be so much fun, he thought as he watched your head fall back against the pillows. “Just a bit more.” He grunted and your eyes flashed open. He was not all inside?

He began to chuckle as he slowly pushed in; the Prince now hovering over you as your legs so prettily shook. “Your husband will not be this big.” He whispered his reassurance; not that you realised he was only taunting your husband to be even more. Even when he was not in the room. Your soft eyes were beginning to well up now as he leaned closer; your noses brushing together.

Messily, he leaned in. His soft lips captured your own as you whimpered some more. A soft gasp escaped you once more as his tongue pushed in. Daemon began to suck on your tongue as he slowly began to rock his hips. “Oh..ah, i….” Your eyes rolled as the pleasure was easily taking control of you; much to his delight.

“If only we had more time. The things I could show you.” Daemon whispered into your ear. Shivers ran down your spine as you arched from the sheets. His hand slowly moved to your hip now and kept you down. “Oh, if only you could see…taking me so good and so messy.” The words continued to fall from his lips.

He had many whores and ladies alike; but there was nothing like taking a virgin, he thought. If only you were of his blood. Daemon groaned and shook his head; shaking those thoughts away. Your delicate hand slowly reached for his hip; before moving to his arse. He chuckled into your ear as you began to pull him closer - deeper.

Your nails dug into his skin now as the pleasure began to take over. You could feel your stomach tightening in pleasure as he bottomed. Daemon groaned and rested his head against your own. “Good girl..so good.” Daemon whispered his praises before he was moving his hips. Your sweet, creamy pussy sucking on him.

Gods, if only he could rip that wedding dress from you. His hands itched to palm at your sweet, heavy breast that he knew were bouncing underneath. The sound of bodies slapping against each other echoed around the room but thankfully the guards were used to such sounds coming from the royal chambers of the rogue Prince.

He knew you were so close; always so easy on the first time, he thought to himself as he pushed deeper. A sharp cry coming from you told Daemon his fat, leaking cock had found that spongy spot. The one that began to soften your mind. The rogue Prince smirked as you began to babble absolute nonsense and drooled.

Your legs were shaking once more as he quickened his thrusts. His smirk only widening as he watched you whine and reach blindly for anything to hold onto. “Hmm, already…are you so needy?” Daemon purred as you cried out. Lips parting and eyes flashing open as your intense climax ripped through you and the Prince still pushed in and out. 

You were squirting around his fat cock; each thrust had more escaping you as you blushed brightly and began to shake your head. It was all too much but Daemon would not stop. He only grunted and pushed deeper; his thrusts only becoming quicker now as your eyes rolled back once more. Daemon messily captured your lips; biting on you as he sucked on your tongue.

You could only daze up at him; eyes blurred in pleasure as a blissed out smile came across your face. Daemon gently began to stroke your cheek as you leaned into the touch. All the while his thrusting continued. His own stomach was tightening as he groaned and rocked his hips. Your own legs were still shaking.

He pushed deeper; Daemon reached for the headboard now as he began to quicken his movements without any care. He was chasing his own pleasure now. Your sweet, soft breasts bouncing as his larger hand reached to palm at you. You began to shake underneath him; pink, sweet nipples pebbling for his hot mouth to take.

And he did just that. His tongue brushing with kitten licks as you begin to arch from the bed; your mind completely softening for him. His own stomach was tightening in pleasure as his thrusts only quickened. The obscene, wet squelching noises echoed as well as he began to suck on your breasts. Your heart was pounding as you began to shake once more.

Still, the rogue Prince did not care. You were his to take now and he knew it would not be the last time. The thought alone only pushed along his climax as did the visual of you walking down that aisle with his cum dripping down your inner thighs. A groan escaped him as his hand reached for the headboard once more and pounded deeper and harder, taking your breath away.

The image alone was enough to push Daemon over the edge as his thrusts easily turned sloppy. Your delicate hands tried to reach for him as you shook with intense pleasure. Your eyes flashed open so wide as his cum flooded you with ease. “Hmm, just opening up for me.” He whispered; tauts still on the tip of his tongue.

Your eyes rolled back once more as you fell against the bed; exhausting creeping in as his dark chuckles sounded out.

~

The rogue Prince looked like the cat that had gotten the canary as he watched you as gracefully as you could walk down the aisle beside your father. A smirk tugged on his lips as he placed his hands behind his back with the Princess Rhaenyra beside him. Thankfully, she did not notice his attention elsewhere as his bright eyes feasted.

His smirk only widened as your head tilted to the side if only for a moment. Your eyes locked and a soft gulp escaped you whilst a bright blush moved over your face. You could hear your heart pounding with each step you took. A near whimper escaped you as your thighs brushed together; your stomach tightening.

Daemon softly winked; his smirk only widening as he watched you slowly move towards your husband to be. Oh, how delicious it had been to have you first, he thought to himself with a satisfied hum and he was only just beginning. Those eyes of his trailed your body; you could feel his burning stare as you tried to focus now.

As the vows began and you clutched at his hand, you could not help to begin the comparisons. His skin was rougher than the Prince’s had been. The thoughts were racing through your mind as you struggled through the ceremony. The red of the Lannister cloak wrapping around you now and for a moment you could pretend it was for a Targaryen.

His lips were soon on your own and the comparisons continued as you fought against the flinch coming your way. A soft whine escaped you as his hand reached into your locks and the act only became more passionate. His tongue pushed in as you soon became breathless. A smirk came upon your now husband’s face as he leaned away.

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[detectivestucks]

A Jealous Hokage XII

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader x Obito

Summery: You have a second fight with Kakashi shortly before you are attacked by Aoto. Kakashi finally give you what you want.

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, unprotected penetration, violence, Sexual Assault (please begin chapter after the green stars if this triggers you)

Word Count: 9.1k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

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A/N: It's finally here! Sorry it took so long to write! There were several plot choices I mulled over. I also wanted to post both 12 and 13 close together but since they're both crazy long, it took forever 😅

You came to work on Monday with an uneasy aura around you. Shiho was glad that you weren’t gone but it wasn’t the same. She missed the old you. She looked out the corner of her eye, stealing glances of you fuming at your desk. You slam your palms down on the wood and look up, startling her. 

“I’ve had enough of this.”

You scoot your chair back and leave your office, headed to the Hokage. On your way there you come across Aoto. You glare at him before looking down and slipping by.

“Hold on there, gorgeous.”

He reaches out and grabs onto your hips as you walk past.

“Don’t touch me!”

You whip around and slap your palm into his face. He staggers back rubbing his cheek growling at you. 

“Oh you’re going to regret that ‘Angel’”

“Doubt it.”

You sneer at him. You were already in a foul mood. You look at him with a fever in your eyes daring him to come at you again. You were itching to kick someone's ass. If it couldn’t be Kakashi then Aoto’s cocky mouth would make a fantastic substitute. He looks at you up and down with a mix of hunger and anger. You watch as his mind calculates his next move and he ultimately decides to move on. 

You stare at his retreating figure as he leaves and rounds the corner before you finally turn back around and continue towards Kakashi’s office. Now toe to toe with the double doors, you pause. Once more taking a deep breath, you allow yourself to calm down before you twist the handle. 

Stepping inside, you see Kakashi sitting behind his desk like always. However, he looked his most disheveled yet. It seemed all your relationship did anymore was bring both of you pain. You were no longer happy and in love. You were miserable and falling apart. His hair was in his face, his headband, normally centered on his forehead, was on the floor by his chair. You weren’t even sure if he showered. He seemed muskier than normal, the smell of his shampoo and cologne long faded away. But when he saw your presence he sat up straight. Nothing but longing in his eyes. He felt sorry for snapping at you but he couldn’t stand the idea of you risking your life. It hurts you to see him like this. You felt your chest tighten and your hands shake. You loved him. You loved him so much it hurt, but everything you had been through recently pushes to the front of your mind.

“Kakashi, I’d like to revisit my request to rejoin the field.”

“Stop.”

“Kakashi-”

“No.”

“But-”

“No. We’re not doing this again.”

“Lord Sixth, please…” you look back up at him pleading. A tear starts to leak out of your eye. “Just allow me to be far away from this place. From these people. From all the events that hurt me recently.” A tear slips from Kakashi’s eye too. He rounds his desk and reaches for you, pulling you into his chest and holding you close to him.

“I can’t allow you to do that.”

“Kashi please, it’s thanks to you that I’m in this mess.”

His fingers tighten

“How many times have you asked me how you can fix this? This is how! Let me go!”

The pieces of his heart felt like they were shattering and being ground into sand. “I can’t” he says, defeated with tears welling in his eyes. He pulls you into him closer, the salty pearls spilling past his lash line. But you push him away, breaking the embrace.

You turn on your heel and leave his office heading straight towards the bathroom. You were hyperventilating. Yes, your feelings for Obito have grown over these past few weeks. Yes, you had thought about leaving Kakashi for him. But your feelings for Obito were nothing compared to your feelings for Kakashi. The intensity to which your heart ached for him. Every time you’re apart and you see him again it hurts your entire body. You felt crushed. You could barely breathe. You were gasping for air, tears pouring down your face. You missed him. You loved him. You wanted life to go back to how it was. You were so mad at him for doing this to you but you couldn’t help and bawl over the fact that he was suffering too. Your head was swimming. You went to stagger over to the paper towels to wipe your face but your feet couldn’t move.

Your feet couldn’t move…

You blink a few times before your eyes dart up. There was a man in the bathroom with you. His face was familiar but who was he? Pulse quickening, your mind struggles to put it together before clarity hits. He was one of the men standing behind Aoto in the lunchroom.

“What do you want?” you scoff.

“You’re awfully mouthy for a cry baby.”

 “That’s a lot of tough talk from a guy standing in the women’s room. Why don’t you come closer and see how much of a cry baby I am?”

Your emotions were a roller coaster and you welcomed anyone who’d come along and challenge you right now. “Let’s see how much of a man you are once I’m done with you.”

The man scoffs, “Some shinobi you are, you didn’t even realize you were being followed.” 

He had a sick cocky grin on his face and you found it infuriating. It was true, you had been too overcome with emotion to realize he had followed you in here but you could still kick his ass.

“Why don’t you release this tedious jutsu and fight me shinobi to shinobi.”

“Stupid little bitch. Using ninjutsu is part of fighting like a shinobi.”

“Fine, if that’s how you feel.” 

The corner of your mouth tugs up as you look up at him through furrowed brows, hands weaving into mind transfer jutsu. You entered the shinobi’s consciousness and watched your body fall in front of the sink. As soon as you made your way inside his brain you released the pesky jutsu that had glued your feet to the floor. You were about to return to your own body so you could choke out this creep when you hear another voice behind you. 

“Good job, Aoi. She’ll be more cooperative like this.”

You turn around and see two more men approach, the voice in question belonging to Aoto. Your possessed assailant's face twists into a look of disgust as you react to seeing who was behind the bathroom confrontation. 

“Aoi, what’s wrong with your face?”

Using Aoi’s body, you attack Aoto.

“Aoi, what the hell are you doing?!” He shouts. 

You follow Obito’s training to the letter. Taking on both men at once. Using the fact that they were afraid to use full force on their friend to your advantage. You channel Aoi’s chakura in his fist and swing on Aoto.

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you!”

You didn’t answer, you just kept hurling their friend’s knuckles at them, sweeping their legs and protecting your real body from their ill intents. They made you sick and as you fight you could hear Aoi’s consciousness shouting at you. He was angry at ‘the bitch who took control of his body.’ but you were more angry at the perv who agreed to attack you three on one.

“Aoto, I don’t think that’s Aoi!” says the third man

“What do you mean?! Of course it’s Aoi!”

“No, isn’t this girl a member of the Yamanaka clan?” 

Fuck, they’re figuring it out.

“Yeah, so?”

“So all we have to do is go for her body and Aoi will be released.”

Shit.

The two men disengage and lunge towards your real body. Quickly, you return to your body just in time to escape from the third attacker’s clutches. All three jonin jump on you. You fend them off, trying to make your way towards the exit. Kicking, punching, and even channeling chakra into your face to head butt your way through them. You’d be proud of yourself for being a chunin who could hold her own against three jonin if you weren’t so terrified of the outcome if you didn’t. The thought completes just as you feel it again. Aoi restrains you once more by freezing your feet to the floor. 

You panic as the men close in. You shout the only word that flashed into your mind. 

“KASHI!!”

“Aww, you calling your boyfriend to come save you?”

“KAKASHI! HEL-”

A hand wraps over your mouth. “Be quiet, slut. It’ll be better for you if you just accept your fate.”

You bite his hand as you grab his wrist and elbow, using your face as leverage to fracture his arm. Even if it’s not a full blown break, you hurt him pretty good. Your feet might be useless but you can still fight.

“BITCH!”

He makes to punch you in the eye with his other arm when Aoto stops him.

“Not the face! I want to keep her pretty.” 

Aoto eyes you hungrily while the unknown third man punches you in the gut. You almost throw up from the blow coughing and spitting as you clutch your abdomen.

“Just you fucking wait for when it’s my turn.”

Your already aching stomach twists as you process the implication of his words. Oh gods, please let Kakashi have heard me.

“Well, well, well, is someone having trouble in paradise? Coming to the bathroom in tears I see. Looks like you’re in need of some comfort.” Aoto says, striding towards your trapped body, staying just beyond your reach. You were wild with rage and fear. “I’d love to get a taste of how the hokage’s favorite pussy feels wrapped around my cock. You want that too, don’t you pretty girl?”

“Go to hell!” You spit in his face but internally you're panicking. Oh gods, please let someone walk in, anyone!

You go to weave more hand signs, you need to use mind confusion and get yourself free but then your arms are restrained behind you. Aoto’s bravery reaches full height and he strides all the way up to you, pushing his body against yours. The strained erection hiding in his pants can be felt against your hip. Hot tears start to run down your cheeks, realizing you were trapped. No one was coming to help you. This was actually going to happen.

“Don’t cry, baby, you’re gonna hurt my  feelings.”

He starts grinding his hardened member into your leg as he begins to run his hands up and down your body. Goosebumps erupt on your skin, spreading all over, terrified of his touch.

“You’re a bad little girl, using your pussy to manipulate our Hokage. It’s almost treacherous.”

His friends laugh as they watch you.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I won’t say anything to the black ops, just as long as you give each of us a turn.”

His right hand finds the button of your pants and he undoes it.

–

Kakashi sat in his office feeling beside himself. You were trying to leave him. You were throwing yourself in the arms of danger, trying to get yourself killed. Had he caused you that much misery? Had your comrades hurt you that bad? 

He stood up. He had to find you, beg for you to stay and drop this nonsense of becoming active duty once and for all. You were everything to him and he couldn’t lose you. 

“Kashi!!”

He heard it faint as a whisper. Was it the ghost of your relationship haunting him? 

“Kakashi hel-”

No, that was real. Something was wrong. He bit his thumb before slamming his palm to the floor. A pack of dogs appeared before him. 

“Find her.”

They immediately understood and dispersed.

Soon he heard howling coming from the women’s bathroom. He ran in to see Pakkun biting Aoto’s leg. His eyes met yours. He saw your unbuttoned pants, tear stained cheeks, and the bruising fractured arm of the man restraining you from behind. The rest of his hounds gathered at the entrance of the bathroom, growling at the three Jonin, waiting for the order to attack. Kakashi’s body began radiating chakra and purple sparks of lightning. Thick and menacing, you had never sensed anything like it before. It was pure hatred. 

The men attacking you lost their predatory smiles. Looks of fear soon taking their place. In an instant Kakashi whipped six kunai out of his pocket and threw all of them at once. Each blade cut the tendons in their shoulders causing their arms to fall limp at their sides. The restraining pressure of the jutsu release and your feet were free. You ran towards Kakashi who pushed you behind him. As you stumbled backwards some of his dogs moved in front of you, continuing to bare their teeth at the men.

Kakashi first rounded on Aoi and the unknown man whose arm you fractured. He punched each of them in the face so hard they both fell to the ground. You wondered if they were dead as you watched their bodies limply crash onto the floor. 

Aoto could be heard whimpering as he backed towards the corner. He knew he was next. Petrified at the realization of how helpless he was, unable to fight without use of his arms. He couldn’t so much as weave hand signs to protect himself. Kakashi’s wrath now turned towards him.

“You dare to touch her.”

“This is all a misunderstanding, my Lord.”

Kakashi grabbed his arm and broke it over his knee. Aoto hollered in pain. 

“You dared to TOUCH HER!” 

Aoto was quaking in fear. One broken arm wasn’t enough to quench Kakashi’s anger. He reached for Aoto’s other arm and broke that one over his knee in the same manner. The screams were enough to curdle your blood as you saw how the bone punctured through his skin. You watched the scene unfold, horrified, watching the crimson liquid drip onto the tile below. Kakashi’s dogs moved forward, grabbing the two unconscious shinobi and dragging them out of the bathroom, presumably headed towards the hospital. 

“Y/N!” 

You jumped at the way Kakashi shouted your name. “Which hand did he use to unbutton your pants?”

“Kashi-”

“WHICH HAND!”

“Th-the right one.” you whispered, terrified.

Kakashi kicked Aoto to the ground and grabbed his right hand, proceeding to break each and every one of his fingers. Some of the digits were snapped backwards, some to the side, but all of them displaced into unnatural positions. The sound of the shattering bone sent tremors down your spine. The man was reduced to a puddle of hysterics, shamefully begging and pleading for Kakashi to stop. You see him move to rip off Aoto’s fingernails when you speak up. 

“Kakashi! He-he’s had enough” you half heartedly cry.

It’s true, he was scum and he deserved this. Aoto surely wouldn’t have shown you any mercy had Kakashi not come and rescued you when he did but you couldn’t stand seeing him behave like this. It was breaking your heart to see him so cruel.

Aoto is sobbing as he looks down at his mutilated hand. Blood soaking his clothes, shattered bone poking through the skin and slicing blood vessels. Kakashi kneels behind Aoto and wraps his arm around your attacker’s neck. Aoto’s bloodshot eyes stare up at you, pleading for his life. You stare back at him with a mix of disgust and horror.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.” Kakashi snarled, choking the life out of the man.

“I-sor-ry” the man gasped under Kakashi’s grip. 

His face turned blue and he passed out from hypoxia. 

Your knees became jelly at the sight and you fall to the floor. Kakashi runs over to catch you in his arms. He redoes the button of your pants and scoops you up, carrying you to his office. You bury your face in his neck. Your eyes briefly look up over his shoulder at the scene behind you. The largest of his dogs pulled Aoto out of the bathroom by the cloth of his shirt and dragged him in the direction of the hospital wing. Tears continuously seep out of your eyes, soaking his vest as your fingers clutch him, clinging to him for safety. 

*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*

When he reaches his office he walks all the way to his chair and sits down with you balled up in his lap. The tears continue to flow as he starts to rock you. He didn’t care if he had to sit there with you for a week. He’d hold you the rest of his life if it meant he could bring you comfort. 

He felt like it was his fault. He put a target on your back. Aoto would've never touched you if it weren’t for him. The guilt of everything, the job, the fangirls, the gossip, this…it was too much and he snapped.

“I’m sorry Angel. I’m so sorry.” He began to cry. “Everything's my fault. It’s all my fault.”

He continued to rock you.

“I’ll let you go. If it keeps you safe. If it makes you happy to go back into the field, I’m done standing in your way.” He was sobbing into you while you cling onto him for dear life. 

At that moment you didn’t want to be anywhere else. Just in his arms…always in his arms.

“Kashi, thank you...” You bury into him more, tears still spilling out of your eyes.

“I love you Y/N”

“I love you too.”

Your arms clamor their way around his neck. Squeezing him in your desperate attempt at comfort.

“Good cause I won’t leave your side…ever.”

You feel the butterflies erupt in your stomach as goosebumps simultaneously wash over your skin. 

“Let’s go home.” He whispers

“Okay”

The two of you silently exit the building holding hands, making your way to his house. You kept your heads down to avoid all the shocked stares. All the gawking faces. All the whispers. Both of you walked away with red puffy eyes to a secluded corner of the world where only you and Kakashi existed. As soon as you’re through the door Kakashi brushes your cheek.

“You must be exhausted, my Angel. Let’s get you to bed.”

He was right, though it was just after noon, you were exhausted. The fight, the fear, the horrible screams, all of it drained you. It was a sobering morning and it felt like you hadn’t slept in a week. He guides you over to his bed and pulls back the covers for you. 

You slip in between the cool gray sheets. Him following behind. His arms clung around you, rubbing circles on your back as he pressed his face against your cheek. His musky scent and the remnants of his laundry detergent on his clothes fill your nostrils. The comforting scent centering you and making you feel at home. You slip into a deep sleep before your mind can relive the events of the day and you sleep through the entire afternoon, evening, and night. Not waking till the next morning. 

You stir in Kakashi’s arms. He hasn’t let go of you since he carried you from the bathroom. 

“How are you feeling?”

You hear his soothing voice crystal clear. There wasn’t even a drop of grogginess to be heard. Clearly he had been awake for hours but refused to let you go or leave your side. You tuck your head back into his chest before you whisper back.

“I’m okay.”

He tightens his arms around you.

“There may be questions about the events of yesterday. You don’t have to say anything.”

“I know.”

“I’ll handle all of it. Just stay in your office with Shiho and I’ll send Obito to guard you in case anyone is thinking of seeking revenge.”

He may still be furious with Obito for sneaking around behind his back and training you but he can always count on Obito to keep you safe. You felt he was going a bit overboard by enlisting Obito as a body guard. You were sure no one would dare seek revenge after seeing Aoto’s hand but it was comforting to you and anyways, you just wanted to keep listening to his voice. 

“After I get all of yesterday’s business handled I’ll begin working on your field assignment.”

A wave of relief washed over you. You should be shaken and traumatized but hearing those words brought you peace. You’d be leaving the village. You’d be able to leave all this behind. You’d go deal with problems that can be solved by stabbing and punching your way through them. You silently hug Kakashi and he kisses the top of your head. 

You go to get out of bed and get ready for the day, though it was proving a bit difficult since Kakashi refused to let you go. He insisted on keeping some point of contact with you the entire time. In the shower he washed you. When you were done, he dried you off with your towel. He kept an arm around your waist while the both of you brushed your teeth. He rested his hands on your shoulders while you did your hair. Even when you were changing into your clothes, he held your hand the entire time. His insistence to not let go of you made it hard to pull the fabric over your body.

You felt that the events of yesterday must have scared Kakashi just as much as you. You wonder what went through his mind when he found you in the state you were in but you quickly push the thought out of your mind, not ready to address your feelings about the incident. You instead choose to focus on the present. You lifted Kakashi’s hand to your lips before looking up at his worried face. 

“You sure you’re okay?”

You silently nod. He purses his lips but doesn’t push the topic further. Instead Kakashi walks you to headquarters where there are several members of the police force, the medical team, the elders, and the Anbu waiting for him. 

“Kakashi what the hell happened yesterday?! And where have you been!” Homura demanded.

“I’ll answer your questions in a moment, Lord Homura.” 

Kakashi turned to his Anbu guards, “I need you to fetch Obito and have him go directly to Y/N’s office.” he then pivots to a second guard, “And I need you to stay with her the entire day. Do not leave her side.”

“Kashi, I’ll be fine. I don’t need a bodyguard.”

The severe look he gives you tells you to shut it and just accept the protection. It wasn’t for you, it was for Kakashi’s own peace of mind.

“I’ll come get you later.”

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

He gives you a long hug before releasing you and turning to the room full of expectant officials waiting for an explanation. You leave Kakashi and head straight to your office just as he asked you to do. The Anbu officer at your side still lost as to what happened, having no clue what got him reassigned to guarding you and only able to jump to conclusions. 

You make it to your office and see Shiho rush to you, enveloping you in a tight embrace. 

“What the hell happened yesterday?! You never came back and when I went to find you, the women’s bathroom had become a crime scene. You and Kakashi were missing…” She started to sniffle, “The entire building was buzzing with gossip… I was so scared.”

You hug her back and hear Obito enter the room. He must have used Kamui to get to you as fast as he did.

“Princess!”

You turn but his arms are around you before you can fully face him. 

“Why the fuck did three unconscious jonin get dragged to the hospital yesterday by Kakashi’s hounds?”

You go to answer him, opening your mouth. You see the Anbu soldier look at you with interest out of the corner of your eye. Shiho stares at you expectantly, but you can’t make the words leave your lips. They simply sit on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes dart back and forth between Obito and Shiho, mouth agape before tears spill out. The two of them return to hugging you, letting you cry in their arms.

“I’m sorry. I’m not ready to talk about it.”

“That’s fine. I’ll find out from Kakashi later.” he says as he holds you. His strong arms envelop you and make you feel calm and safe. His hugs always made you feel better.

Once you calm down you go to your desk. You sit down and sift through the paperwork that was deposited there in your absence. Even though you were leaving for the field, you decided to start reading the assignments and work on them. Who knew how long Kakashi was going to be held up explaining his attack on the three men. Plus neither of you had any clue if they regained consciousness and what tale they spun to the confused medical team treating their wounds. The good news is that you had a lunchroom full of people who have witnessed how Aoto would speak to you, and Kakashi’s hounds were summoning animals who could talk so they would be able to corroborate what happened. 

You sit up straight and close your eyes taking a deep soothing breath. You felt that Obito and the Anbu guard should at least have a clue why they were with you and know who to guard you from. Timidly, you spoke out into the silent room.

“Aoto…Aoto and his friends attacked me in the bathroom yesterday.”

You open your eyes and see Obito’s face. It held the same horrifying severe glare that Kakashi wore when he found you. 

“Attacked you how?” He asks through clenched teeth.

You swallow and his suspicions are confirmed.

“Why are they still breathing?” he whispers with rage

“Obito, don’t.” you panic, starting to fear he’d act the same terrifying way that Kakashi had.

“They should be banished from the village!”

“I’m sure they’ll be arrested and dealt with, Obito. Kakashi will follow the proper steps.” Shiho interjected, seeing the look on your face. 

She could tell there was more. Something about how Kakashi saved you yesterday must have scared you. Seeing Obito’s features bear the same look appeared to be frightening you. 

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You look down and shake your head side to side. Your eyes look back up at Shiho. “Kakashi…what he did… the way Aoto screamed…” you fell silent.

“What did he do?”

Obito chimes in, already knowing the answer. “According to the nurses all five fingers on the guy's right hand were broken along with both his arms. The tendons in his shoulders were sliced, one fingernail is missing, and he was choked till he was unconscious.”

Shiho looked horrified as the smile on Obito’s face grew. “Serves the piece of shit right.”

Shiho looks back at you. “And you saw him do this?”

“...He asked me which hand touched me.”

She gasps.

The Anbu officer posted by the door can be heard whispering, “Damn”

“I don’t want to talk about it any more.”

“Of course.”

You go back to reading the assignments on your desk in silence. Quiet tears beginning to dampen your cheeks.

*************************************************

Meanwhile in the Hokage’s office Kakashi was busy making arrangements for the arrest and trials of the three jonin involved in yesterday’s incident. The nursing staff who had been treating the men seemed uneasy in Kakashi’s presence. The calm, put together man in front of them was responsible for the horrific mangled state of Aoto. It truly frightened them. It was no secret that there was a time when Kakashi was deemed ‘cold blooded’ but those times were well over a decade ago. The reminder of the person he could become chilled everyone in the room. 

Once the group had been dismissed, Kakashi sat down to work on your reassignment. He wasn’t sure which team to put you with. There were no gaps that needed filling. All teams were full and you weren’t skilled enough to be promoted to a position like Jonin leader or Anbu. You were a Chunin when you were last in the field. Admittedly you seemed stronger than last time around but not enough to grant you a promotion. 

Maybe he could partner you with one of his most trusted Jonin who led individual missions. Sasuke would be ideal. He was scouting the earth looking for intel on the Otsutsuki clan amongst ancient ruins. Your skills would be exceedingly useful. But Sasuke’s missions were some of the most dangerous in the five great nations. If he were to run into a member of the god-like clan, Sasuke would narrowly escape with his own life, let alone protecting yours. 

Kakashi’s thoughts are interrupted when he hears a knock at the door and looks up to see Obito enter.

“My orders were for you to stay with her the entire day. Why isn’t she with you?”

“She asked me to leave.”

“Why would she do that?”

“Something about my face looking too much like yours.”

“What’d she mean by th-”

“Apparently we have the same homicidal face when we want to protect her.”

Kakashi swallowed.

“I didn’t realize I scared her that much.”

“She’s got the Anbu guard with her. She’ll be fine. How’s it going in here?”

“I’m trying to figure out how to get her out of the village as fast as possible.”

Obito perked up. “You’re going to let her rejoin the field?”

“I don’t know who to pair her with.”

“Why not me?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Kakashi glares up at Obito through furrowed brows.

“Clearly you trust me to protect her. You assigned me to guard her today.”

“In public where there are witnesses. You’re not stupid enough to make a move on her surrounded by comrades.”

Obito clenched his jaw ignoring Kakashi’s insult. “Of everyone at your disposal you know I won’t let anything happen to her. I’d protect her with my life.”

“And invite yourself inside her sleeping mat that very night. Not happening.”

“What, you don’t trust her? Is your relationship that fragile that you’re threatened by me?”

Now it was Kakashi’s turn to ignore his friend. “I’m thinking Naruto’s missions.”

“Why not Sasuke? At least his missions apply to her skill set.”

“I’ve already thought about that. I’m not going to risk her going up against the Otsutsuki.”

“Fair point”

“Naruto’s just as strong.”

“And an idiot”

“-And loyal. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her. He’ll keep her safe”

“I wouldn’t let anything happen to her either. If she were in danger I can pull her into my void.”

“No.”

“Kakashi-”

“No Obito! She will be paired with Naruto. Accept it. I’m not letting my girlfriend be alone with you in the woods for weeks at a time!”

Obito was furious. Yes he’d love to have that kind of time with you but it wasn’t about that. He didn’t feel comfortable letting you out of his sights. Especially not after what happened to you yesterday. He wasn’t there to protect you. He didn’t do a good enough job training you. The thought of you facing danger without him by your side to protect you was more than his fragile emotions could handle.

“Fine.” Obito turns to leave before he says anything he might regret.

“Report back tonight. You have your next mission in the morning.” Kakashi barks after Obito’s retreating figure. 

“Got it.” he grumbles harshly as he storms away. 

*************************************************

Kakashi summons Naruto to his office to brief him on the situation. 

“You got it Kakashi-sensei. I won’t let anything happen to her.”

“Thank you Naruto. Please wait here while I go get her.”

–

Your eyes widen with excitement as you hear the Anbu agent at your office door address his Hokage. Kakashi steps through the threshold to your expectant gaze. Dilated pupils, staring at him with puppy-like wonder. It melted his heart to see you so excited. 

He sat down on the corner of your desk. 

“Wanna come meet your new captain?”

You nodded eagerly.

The softest smile appeared under Kakashi’s mask, his eyes soaking in your happiness. It was the happiest he’d seen you since the gala. He grabbed your hand and led you to his office. The Anbu bodyguard following behind. When you enter through the oak doors of the familiar office you see the young blonde hero waiting for you.

“Naruto?”

“Yes, an exceptionally skilled ninja assigned to special rank missions. You have the same level of security clearance and will be assisting him on intel gathering and international relations.”

“I wasn’t aware you had your own unit.”

“He doesn’t. You will be a two man squadron.”

You felt a mix of emotions. You were excited by the classified missions you’d get to go on. It certainly was in your wheelhouse and similar to what you were doing here at headquarters but you also know the arrangement was Kakashi being over protective and assigning you a babysitter. …A babysitter many years younger than you at that. He was the same age as your little cousin though, he was extraordinarily powerful so you couldn’t complain.

“Pleased to officially meet you.” Naruto says with an outstretched hand.

“Likewise.” you say as you shake it.

It wasn’t really the first time you’d met. You had held intel briefings for the boy before but you worked much more closely with Shikamaru and Sasuke than you ever did with him. He seemed kind and warm; very different from his friends. You looked forward to spending time with him. 

“Most of Naruto’s missions are to act as an ambassador for the Leaf. He is a well respected and liked figure so other nations are more willing to cooperate when we send him to their villages. Your presence during these visits will allow our negotiations to include swapping intel. You will look at any transcriptions they have on site, that way they don’t have to transport documents to our village. It will be a far more efficient use of our time.”

“So I’m a bargaining chip. My translation abilities for their cooperation.”

“Yes, you may be going on missions again but your mind is still one of the Leaf’s most valuable assets.”

You press your lips together but understand where Kakashi is coming from. You had been requested by several Kage to visit their villages to aid in intel efforts. Of course Kakashi would use this to the Leaf’s advantage the moment you offered yourself on a silver platter. It wasn’t quite what you had envisioned but you were happy nonetheless. 

You give him a nod of understanding.

“I’ll send word to the Tsuchikage. I believe they have been the most anxious to work with you out of the bunch. I’ll summon you both once I hear back. You’re dismissed.”

Both Naruto and you bow before turning to leave. A huge smile stretched across your face. Kakashi’s genius once more impresses you. It was a well thought out idea. It almost amazed you he didn’t think of it sooner. Or, perhaps he did think of it sooner but refused to indulge in such an idea so as to not have you leave his protection. A small chuckle left your lips. It was probably the latter. 

The Anbu that had been assigned to you turned his head. “What is it ma’am?”

“Just Kakashi.”

He gives you a questioning look.

“Do you think he came up with my mission today?”

“Didn’t he?”

You shake your head.

“I bet he had this idea his first week in office.”

“How did he know you’d plan to go back out on missions? I thought you had your sights set on department head back then.”

“I did. I don’t think he ever anticipated this, but he’d tell me how the other Kage would ask to borrow me. He probably refused them until now.”

You smile and continue to your office.

–

Shiho’s face lights up with excitement upon your return. 

“How’d it go?”

“I’ll be working with Naruto.”

“Oh wow! How dangerous are these missions going to be?!”

“They’re not. I basically have a way over qualified babysitter while Kakashi barters my skills for international cooperation.”

Shiho chuckles. “I guess it was stupid of me to think for even a second he’d put you in any real danger.”

“Stupid indeed.”

Her face falls for a moment. “I’m gonna miss you.” She sighs as she rests her head in her hand. “I don’t want a new officemate.”

You stretch your lips into a half hearted smile. “I mean if everything had gone according to the original plan I wouldn’t have stayed your officemate anyways.”

“I know,” she says looking down and to the side. “But I’d still see you all the time. Now instead of being down the hall you’ll be across the world.”

“Hey, I’ll still visit.”

She looks up at you with a slightly annoyed smile. “It’s not the same and you know it.”

“I know.”

“Do you know when you leave?”

“Not yet.”

A light knocking interrupts the conversation.

“Excuse me Shiho, may I borrow Y/N?”

“Of course Lord Sixth.”

Kakashi’s eyes pan over to you. 

“Care to walk with me?”

You smile and stand up. You stretch out your hand and he takes it in his, guiding you out into the hallway and towards the archives. In your early days the two of you spent a great deal of time sneaking around the vacant library. No one ever went in there. Only you and Sasuke ever seemed to be interested in the dusty abandoned shelves of the large intelligence wing of headquarters. And, to your great fortune, Sasuke was rarely in the village. 

“Please stay posted at the door” he asks of your bodyguard.

“How long can I expect to have him follow me around?”

“Till I feel you are safe.”

You want to point out what a waste of resources it is and that the guy probably wants to be out doing real missions instead of watching the Hokage’s girlfriend but you maintain your silence and instead focus on Kakashi.

The two of you wander between aisles of bookcases, the fingers of your free hand gliding over the numerals as your eyes gloss over some of the titles. 

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

“You have to be aware how hard this is on me.”

“...I am.”

“You were just attacked yesterday and now I’m letting you out of the village. You’ll be somewhere I can’t rescue you. It’s…putting me on edge.”

“I thought that’s why you’re making Naruto babysit me.”

This comment is met with stony silence. 

“Kakashi, Obito can always teleport to me if I’m in any real danger.”

His lips push together in a thin line, a hint of anger flashing across his face.

“Which also means he can teleport you to me if you need to get to me quickly.”

He pulls you into a hug, cradling your head with his hand.

“I know he trained you but when you get back I’d like to train you myself.”

“When I get back? Did you already get a response?”

He releases the hug and returns to just holding your hand.

“No, but I just so happened to get a raven from the Sand requesting your assistance. I’ll be sending you to them first and by the time you get back we’ll have a response from the Stone.”

“Oh. That was fast.”

He squeezes your hand. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting to send you off so soon but I think it might be best to have you out of the village till the dust settles with this Aoto business. Even if it’s hard to let you out of my sight right now.”

“Kashi…”

You stop and lift your head to face him fully, your thumb brushing his cheek. The look of pining consuming his features pulls you in. Your gaze falls to his covered mouth, your finger hooks the cloth of his mask, pulling it down and crashing your lips into his just like you did the first time you kissed here in these very archives. 

His arms wrap around you, holding you with all the care in the world. Your hands slide up into his hair, pulling his face into yours. 

In your haste you accidentally fall into the shelves, pulling him with you. The two of you giggle as you displace stacks of scrolls, knowing you’ll have to reorganize them before you leave. You push him up against the shelf pulling off his vest.

“You sure?” he asks

“Since when are you one to worry about sex at work?”

Admittedly the events of yesterday got him thinking and he didn’t want to be like this with you in public anymore. Not where a new assailant could be inspired and get the wrong idea about you.

“Kakashi, please?”

You weren’t used to being denied the chance to express your feelings for him. He nods his head and follows your lead, unable to say no to you. He lifted your shirt and brought his lips down the column of your neck, pressing tender kisses against the skin. You open the front of his pants but he doesn’t dare touch yours, so instead you take off your own. You step out of them and kick them over to the side to rest in a pile with both of your shirts. 

“Come on baby” you say, pulling him down to the floor to lay above you.

He tenderly brushes his hand down your side before running a circle over the flesh of your behind. Your nails trace the muscles of his shoulders and arms as you open your knees, granting Kakashi access between your legs. 

He understands and glides his hand over to your folds, running two fingers over the area before sinking them in. The pleasured moan you hum into his jaw fills him with euphoria. He begins to pump in and out of you, making sure to push into that sensitive spot only he knows about. 

Your nails dig into him, small crescents occasionally making his skin. 

Your lips suck at his neck. If you were going to be away from him, you wanted to mark him up so that he thought of you every time he took off his mask. Giving him the very same treatment he gave you. However each time he stroked you in just the right spot you had to take a break and catch your breath from how he stole it away.

A playful idea crosses your mind. You let your lips travel up to the only part of his neck that could be seen with his mask on, the skin behind his ear. His member twitches violently as your lips locked over the extremely sensitive skin. Grinding your pelvis up against him while sucking the area, drove him wild. 

When you pulled back to admire your work he lowered his mouth to begin to return the favor. Soon, he realized that you were going to be acting as a diplomat. You couldn’t arrive in other countries covered in hickies. He had to preserve your appearance. You giggle at the small huff he makes when he thinks through his options. 

Lowering his head he begins to suck on the soft tissue of your chest. None of your clothes would reveal love bites this low. These markings would be just for you when you changed. To remind you why you needed to get home safe. You kiss the top of he head between moans, the bruises making a tapestry across your skin. Your legs rub together, aching for him to be between them again. He was playing too much. You had needs.

“I know, Angel, I’m coming back.” he breathes into your skin

He gently licks each nipple before sitting up, kneeling himself between your legs and lining himself up with your slit. He rubs his shaft along your folds already dripping slick onto the floor. You see the precum pearling on his tip in the low lighting of the archives. Gazing at your face he sees your doe eyes drinking him in like you did that first night. It was like going all the way back to the start of your relationship. Back to the days when he was gentle with you. Terrified to hurt you, not realizing how much you enjoyed being tossed around. 

But not today. Today wasn’t about passion. Today was about sending a message. He wants you to know how much he loves you. Wants to tell you that you have to come back to him at all costs. Leaving the village comes with the implied promise that you would always come home to him. No matter what.

His tip sinks in, immediately caressed by your warmth. His groan was matched by your gasp. The stretch of him pushing in always took your breath away. A small whine is emitted by you and your hips wiggle with him buried inside. You want him to start stroking but he takes a moment to stare into your eyes. His fingertips lightly playing in your hair. 

Both of your hands come to each side of Kakashi’s face, pulling his lips towards yours as you roll your hips. He smiles and surrenders to your neediness. Beginning to rut into you, stroking into your adorable puffy pussy, giving it the attention you were begging for. Choked moans fill the air as he works in and out of you, his length massaging your gummy walls. 

Your hands slide from his cheeks back to his hair, pulling on his tresses lightly as you fall into pleasure. He punctuates each inward motion with a slight upward thrust that hits a sensitive spot making you mewl for him. His lips pressing chaste kisses against your cheeks. 

You whisper his name along with sweet nothings as you become lost in the moment. You were reconnecting, returning to the way things were. A much needed reset before you left his side for who knows how long. The thoughts of how he could spend the rest of his life like this return to his memory. The absolute bliss of your walls sucking him in clouds his mind. Grunts from his chest are breathed into your neck as his strokes begin to increase in speed. 

He cradles your head, pulling your chest close to his. You nuzzle into the curve of his neck just like how he was buried into yours. He hits a harsher pace when he lifts his face up. His weight shifting backwards as he looked down on you, his hands lightly gripping your hips as you lay splayed beneath him. He smiled down at you, admiring how your body looked each time his hips collided into yours.

He lifted your right leg and brought it over to lay on top of your left one. Gently taking you sideways. Your hands reached down looking for his. He grabs onto you, intertwining his fingers with yours. Pulling you into him through the hold. Your eyes locked upon each other. Unspoken love communicated with a single stare. 

The smile that stretches your lips swallows him whole. His strokes become harsh and purposeful. Each time aiming for that squishy spot deep inside you. The one that makes you see stars. His head lulls back as you constrict around him. 

“Yes Angel, that’s it.”

“Kakashi…”

He lets go of your hands to hold your body covetously. Pulling you down on him so he can hit your deepest parts. Your moans swell with your pleasure. “Yes Kakashi, right there”

He keeps plunging in. He adjusts your legs to his favorite position, one between his legs, the other over his shoulder. A position that allows him all the way in. 

“Oh fuck! Thank you Lord Sixth.”

He closes his eyes as they roll backwards. You always know what to say. He grinds into you, slowing the roll of his hips to savor the depth. You gasp and dig your nails into his shoulders. Your eyes watering under him, looking up at him waiting for him to reopen his own and see you pleading for him to make you both finish.

He takes a deep breath as you squeeze around him before he reopens his lids and finally sees the polite request you’re making with your gaze. He leans down and kisses your nose, acquiescing. 

He begins to pump faster. Building his speed with each forward snap of his hips. The ridge of his mushroom tip dragging along your velvet walls that suck him back into your cavern. You pant and feel out of breath as he plummets fore and aft. 

“Gonna cum…” you whisper, fingernails biting into him.

“Cum for me Angel. Cream around your Hokage’s cock.”

You nod your head and let yourself release, fully relaxing around him. He looks down to see the ring of your sweet fluids wrap around his base. 

“Oh fuck, Angel”

He feels how your walls flutter closed around him as you orgasm with him inside of you. He loses all ability to hold back and suddenly you feel hot ropes fill you up. He gently pumps his spend deeper inside of you aiming to keep it in there for the rest of the day. 

You lift your head to reach for his lips. He pushes his mouth into yours, slowly deepening the kiss as he grows soft inside of you. The two of you swirling your tongues together as you hum into each other’s mouths. You close the kiss by pulling back and giving him several pecks along his jaw and the corners of his mouth. 

“You realize I’m gonna spend the rest of the day worrying about this spilling out of me.”

“Opps.”

“Psh, you probably did that intentionally.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. The two of you sit up, your legs threaded around his waist as you sit between his knees. He wishes he could spend the rest of the day on the floor with you but he knows your sudden departure means there are plenty of intel projects that need to be redirected to other task managers on top of all the responsibilities he ignored yesterday. 

“We have a lot of work to do before you leave tomorrow.”

“I know…”

You sit with your foreheads resting against each other.

You close your eyes and focus on feeling him. Feeling his pulse, hearing his breathing, sensing his warmth between your legs.

“Should we get going?”

You take a deep breath. “...yeah”

You lean over and grab your clothes, beginning to put them on when you feel a glob of him slip out of your cunt. You make a face and Kakashi cracks up. 

“I knew you did it intentionally…”

“I didn’t but I can’t say I have any regrets.”

–

After reorganizing the scrolls you displaced, you meet up with your Anbu agent at the entrance of the archives. He eyes the two of you suspiciously, noting your flushed skin, messy hair, and the hearts etched into both of your eyes as you look at each other. You finish your work day and Kakashi picks you up at your office to walk you home, spending the night at your place before he has to say goodbye to you the next day.

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“Oh hey Obito.” Naruto greets as he enters the Hokage’s office. The early rays of the sun spilling through the window.

“Hey Naruto.”

“What are you doing here?”

“New mission. You?”

“Same.”

“With Y/N?”

“Yeah.” He scratches the back of his head knowing that Obito wished to be in his position. “You seen them?”

“They’re probably coming in together.”

“Oh yeah, that’d make sense.”

Just then you and Kakashi rush through the door. Kakashi strides over to his desk while you take your place by Naruto’s side.

“Good Morning!” You chipper

“Morning Y/N!” Naruto responds.

Obito however, is stunned into silence. He stares at you, soaking in the view of you in your uniform. You exude confidence in your Chunin vest layered over a fishnet undershirt. His eyes drop to the navy stretch pants covering your legs. His gaze lingering over the bandaging wrapped around your upper thigh to hold your knife holster in place. Your painted toenails poke out of your standard issue sandals and Obito feels his chest pang knowing he’s going to be thinking about this view his entire mission. It was truly cruel of Kakashi to brief both missions at the same time. He pulls his gaze away from you and towards Kakashi who is glaring at him disapprovingly. Obito feels guilty and drops his gaze. 

“Obito, you had time to go over the details last night?”

“Yes Lord Sixth.”

“Any questions before you head out?”

“If I run into any enemy nin?”

“Eliminate them quietly.”

“Understood.”

“You’re dismissed.”

Obito bows and turns to leave, giving you one last longing glance that you catch. You swallow as you register his meaningful look before fixing your gaze in front of you. 

“Y/N, Naruto, Gaara’s intelligence team has found three large stone tablets in ruins on the border of the nation. Apparently none of his translators know what they say but he thinks they could be connected to the actions of a band of rogue shinobi. You are to go to the capital and meet with his intelligence officers, then travel together to the location of the tablets.”

Both of you nod

“Naruto, she doesn’t leave your sight. She is never to be alone with anyone. Even if the Sand tells you it is classified information and asks you to leave the room, her safety always takes priority. Do you understand?”

“Understood Kakashi-sensei.”

Kakashi rounds his desk and grabs your hands. “Stay safe. Don’t do anything reckless.”

You blush and look down. “I won’t. I promise.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too”

Kakashi presses a long kiss to your lips. “See you in a few days.”

“See you in a few days.”

His fingers slip from yours as you pull away and walk out the door. Kakashi feels his heart drop watching you leave.

Naruto looks back over his shoulder and gives Kakashi a reassuring nod. The two exchange an unspoken conversation in just one look and understand each other before Naruto faces forward and lengthens his stride to catch up with you as you make your way to leave the village.

Part 13

Masterlist

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[the-darklings]

“you have no idea how much i like you” and/or “ you were worth the wait” with wanderer/dream please???

pairing: dream of the endless x f!reader (wanderer)

wc: 810

notes: i’m still travelling so if this sucks/doesn’t go in the tags because i’m posting this from my phone, it be like that. enjoy crumbs of soft and happy after the suckerpunch of part 7, and honestly to soothe pain of 8, 9…you get it : )

dream & wanderer series: part one | series masterlist | ao3 |

“I hate you so much.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do. Deeply.”

Corinthian’s lips crook—every bit the absentminded acknowledgement that’s only that. Side by side, you amble the long distance to Dream’s castle. Passing him a narrowed-eyed glare that’s all squinting and playful glaring, you dig your elbow deeper into your coat pockets. Your elbow rams into his side anyway, twisting. The nightmare grunts, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. His palm slaps lightly over your forehead to slow you to his side. Your legs tangle beneath you, but you keep upright.

“I’m going to leave you here,” you grouse, struggling with a laugh, injecting surly gravity into your tone. “Next time I go, I’m leaving your ass behind.”

Corinthian chuckles, low and rich. “Sure thing.” A beat, then, “You won’t dare. You’re lost without me, dearest. Miserable.”

Syrupy sweet, and you hate him for it because he’s right, and you both know it, but he’s so damn arrogant about it that you itch with the urge to do it anyway. To wipe his smug little smirk. You’ve gotten so used to having Corinthian by your side, a constant, that you can hardly recall what the times before that were like. How pitiful you must have been travelling alone, drifting through eternity.

“Well, well…”

You follow Corinthian’s line of sight to find Dream at the bottom of the castle’s staircase. A solitary, dark figure. But unlike so many times before, he’s waiting for you. This time the Dreaming is bright and sunny, the air in your lungs sweet and light—content and brimming with the pure power of the Endless. Dream’s coat flutters in the slight breeze, patiently waiting. Even at a distance, you sense the spike of heat, want, twining of gentle longing—

“Go and be embarrassing,” Corinthian coos in your ear, slipping his arm off. “He looks, hm, miserable.”

You hold back a laugh because Corinthian is not wrong. Dream honestly does look a little miserable.

Wrapping your arm around the nightmare, you press a light peck against his jaw. “Hate you.”

Pure fondness drips from your words, your reflection visible in Corinthian’s dark shades when you pull back. He scoffs.

“Hate you more,” he returns snidely, waggling his fingers, already turning away. “I’ll see you at the island.”

You saunter towards the King of Dreams with deliberate slowness, fighting back a smile. There are traces, you think, of amusement reflecting in Dream’s eyes when you pause in front of him. For a long moment, neither of you speaks—there is no need for proclamations, no need for you to move closer, either.

Prodding, gentle sensation brushes over your cheek, your jaw, and behind your ear. In the land of dreams and imagination, scarce little obeys logic or reason—here, everything arises from the Dream Lord’s will. Right now, his intent is all but written in the stiff, controlled way Dream holds himself.

“You have a preference for tormenting me, stardust.”

Your slight grin grows at his soft declaration. “I’m three steps away from you.”

Cold fire burns from him, taking shape in the hot blaze of the sun above, in the way air swelters, needing—

“Three steps too far,” he breathes.

Smiling at the admittance, you venture forth, hands still in your pockets. You reach for each other simultaneously, leaning your foreheads together. Your smile is small, so joyful your eyes slip shut as you hold onto the shimmering, near-living lapels of Dream’s midnight coat.

“Hi.”

Dream tucks you a little closer, breathing in deep. Savouring, comes the realisation, savouring the closeness, the return, the love pulsing like tiny hummingbird wings between you.

“Are you well?” he asks.

You smile wider, errant strands from his shaggy, tousled hair teasing over your forehead. You can’t wait until later—when you drag your fingers through those unruly strands, alone and at peace in your chambers, drinking in every moment of contact between you. Where his seeking lips find your wrists, each knuckle; map slow, deliberate paths up your arm, lingering at the crook of your throat.

“I am now.” Your whisper fans across his lips. “You weren’t waiting too long, were you?”

Dream looks knowing. “Hob?”

“Yes, it’s been a while. We need to see him sometime, too. Cori was bristling the entire time, but he had fun. He’s just too proud to admit it—what?”

Dream’s hand settles on your cheek, large and cool against your warm skin, so you lean into the contact. A single touch from him wipes all thoughts and concerns from your mind. A thousand words are packed in Dream’s single glance, a single expression, a twitch of his lips, the gleam in his ancient gaze. But now, no longer lonely, no longer as exhausted or as apathetic, as cold as it once was.

“You were worth the wait, Wanderer.”

And nestled deeper beneath those words, you hear his tacit truth always.

#the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #dream x reader #morpheus x fem!reader #dream x fem!reader #the sandman x reader #the sandman netflix #sandman x reader #tom sturridge #sandman fic #sandman fanfiction #dream of the endless x reader #fic: today i bury you in me

[embarrassedanon]

Surly an ad for pants dissolving spray in the back of the local penny-saver circular was too good to be true. But for $5 and the cost of a stamp, I was happy to cut out the order form and try out whatever they had to sell me.

The obnoxious star of my college baseball team certainly needed to be knocked down a peg and I thought the novelty of this pants-away spray would certainly yield a better outcome than itching powder in a jockstrap.

When the time came for our season opener I decided to strike. I put a hefty spray on his designated seat in the dugout. His ego would be his undoing since only the star player had a designated seat. I put a good spray on the back of his trousers for good measure.

As he sat in the dugout during our first inning, I could see him shifting uncomfortably on the bench. Something was up down the back of his pants but he couldn't quite figure it out. The bases were loaded he was called up to bat, hoping to get a grand slam.

As he stood up from the bench every guy in the dugout was treated to the sight of his hairy ass cheeks sticking out of his pants. He was completely exposed back there. We were all so stunned that no one even said anything. Which coach slapped his ass on the way out of the dugout and connected palm with bare cheek he was so shocked he didn't even have time to warn him.

Soon the umpire and the catcher had a face full of ass and the stands had erupted in laughter.

"Take me out to the ball game, more like take me out to the butt game! Ladies and gentlemen, don't look now but there's a full moon over home plate." The announcer said over the loudspeaker.

Then everything hit him. The draft he felt on his exposed rear-end finally made sense. Both sets of cheeks turned crimson as he clutched his meaty cheeks and was horrified to connect with his naked skin.

He yelped, dropped his bat, and sprinted across the field back to the safety of the locker room. Of course, his two hands weren't nearly large enough to cover his mammoth rump. And little did he know that his street clothes had also been doused with the pants dissolving spray. How embarrassing!!

#full moon #text post #enm #jock strap #my writing #jock

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Assistant reader sending Bruce nudes. He goes feral for her

When his phone chimed with a text from you, Batman glanced down at his phone and took a deep breath, bracing for you to be irritated at him for canceling on you again.

Only for the breath to catch in his throat.

"You're in so much trouble, Miss Y/N," he typed. Felt his face heat and his codpiece tighten uncomfortably.

It was... a good picture. Soft candlelight and a bubble bath. Bare skin- but not enough bare skin to make the picture too explicit. But your face. The Warm, sultry look in your eyes and the smirk that made you look so... confident. So powerful. It did something for him. And he wanted to kiss that smirk off your mouth and leave you limp and dizzy.

"Promise, Mr. Wayne?" you ask him, following the message with a photo of you getting out of the bath with a towel strategically placed to barely obscure the things he desperately wanted a nibble of.

"So. Much. Trouble."

"Batman," Clark said, not turning, cheeks heating, "Everything good?"

"Fine," Batman said, coughing slightly. "Nothing to worry about."

"You sure-"

"Just maintaining my cover," he said, trying not to think about how much his palm itched to slap your ass until you couldn't sit down. Or how he could get you to take more pictures for him- professional ones he could have framed.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #assisstant!reader #ask answered #minor dni

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 5: Ejaculating Toy

Riding That Thing

Summary:  Chase loves it when you perform

Pairings:  Chase Collins X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics, toy play, masturbating with an audience, butt plug, squirting, unprotected sex, spitroast, swallowing, bicep choking, mentions of sharing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.2K

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Chase hungrily gives your naked body a look over. Holding his finger up, he twirls it around, wanting you to spin your body around. Giving your ass a quick slap. The man on the couch gets excited, his body twitching around, and you don’t miss the hitch in his voice.

“What have we here?” his voice deep and rough, and you give Chase’s friend a clear view of the gold glitter plug, and giving your ass a wiggle. “It matches your other toy, huh, Angel?”

Looking over your shoulder, you nod your head at the guest, and look back at Chase, giving him a nasty kiss. “Do you know who I am?”

“August Walker,” you gulp, stepping just a bit closer to Chase.

“Good, and you know why I’m here?” you give him a nod, and Chase gives your wrist a gentle squeeze. “So what has your demon cooked up for us today?”

Without answering you saunter over to the golden dildo stuck to the floor, eyes on Chase as you go to sink down. Slowly lowering yourself over the phallic toy, all the way down to the root. Giving a bit of a whimper to Chase, but catching August smirk out of the corner of your eye.

“You took that so well, Angel,” Chase praises you, and with a nod of his head, you begin to work yourself over the toy. Bashfully casting glances over to August, but leaving most of your looks for your boyfriend.

The two men nurse a beer while they watch you work yourself over the golden cock. Tits bouncing, and Chase beams at you. Placing your hands behind you, both men stare hungrily as your snatch swallows every inch of the golden cock, “She’s a good little whore. I come home to her begging for my cock by riding that thing.”

“Turn around, Angel. I wanna see that pussy stretch out, and wanna see how that ass looks,” Chase confirms August’s order with another nod, and you spin around, really working yourself over the toy.  Letting your ass bounce over it, and Chase itches to just slap each cheek.

“Dammit, she’s pretty. You come home to this?”

“I do,” you let out a lewd moan and still your movements, “Uh uh uh. I didn’t tell you that you could stop. Keep going.”

Looking over your shoulders you give him a pout, and quickly look at August, “He won’t care. There’s no need to be embarrassed. I promise.”

With a deep breath, you pound yourself over the toy, both men, slowly palming their pants. You give a cry of Chase’s name, not slowing, and you feel yourself gush. Squirting all over the floor, but he didn’t tell you to stop.

“What’s that?” August asks, pointing to the bulb in Chase’s hand. Following the hose all the way to your toy.

“She loves being filled with cum. And I will make sure she gets that.”

A low growl emitting from August has you stuttering your movements, as a heat builds up in your belly. Slamming yourself over the toy, racing for that release. Your juices fall to the floor below, and still you keep going. Your ass bouncing beautifully on the toy, and your squelching sounds fill the room.

“Put her out of her misery, Collins.”

“Come for me, Angel. You’ve done so well,” lightning courses through your veins, and you feel the added warm from your toy, and you slowly fuck yourself through it. Giving a smile behind you, when you fully sink down on the toy.

“Go on, Angel, let’s see her drip,” getting on all fours, you let the fake cum, that pales in comparison to Chase’s drip out of your hole, and the thick cream rolls out one drip at a time

“I think I need to break her in,” August says, licking his lips. His hands rub up and down his thighs, but he only looks at you with straight desire and lust.

“Nope. Not this time. You already had your fun. Maybe you should go home to your girl.”

“She knows what she signed up for,” he goes to stand, but Chase jerks him back. “You know I out rank you right?”

“You know that this isn’t regulation. I let you see her, but that doesn’t mean I want you to have her.”

“Maybe we should call the Professor,” he mentions, raising up his eyebrow.

“No,” interrupting their change of thought. “Chase, he can fuck me from behind, baby. No one has to know,” August pulls your body to the couch, leaning you over the arm, and removes himself. Watching your needy pussy clench around nothing and Chase stands up himself. Pulling out his veiny cock before sliding into your mouth.

August pushes through your slicked up walls with no time for you to adjust to his girth, just a, “You’re drenched. You can take it,” not caring that you whine at the severe stretch, sending you full force towards Chase, gagging around his length.  

“Fucking hell, she’s tight.  Where did you find such a whiny little Angel?  So sweet, too.  I bet even her pussy tastes like honey.  I got room at my house for another,” you grunt out your disapproval.  “Mine likes me to have others, that way her cunt isn’t so raw.”

“Shut up,” Chase tells him, while his hand lovingly moves down your face.  “She won’t be going anywhere.  And this is the last time.  She doesn’t mind you watching her put on a show, but no more freebies.  Find one of the other members’ girls to fuck.”

August grunts, and starts pounding into you.  A painful pleasure radiates through your body, and you don’t know whether to be turned on or scream out.  

But when he pulls out of you, and you gush onto the couch, leaving him to smirk, before slamming back into you, you can’t stop the mewls that are muffled by Chase’s cock.  A few more thrusts before pulling out again, and your juices squirt onto his thighs.  “He make you do that, Angel?”

“Why do you think we usually have sex in the floor?” Chase moans at the way your throat wraps perfectly around him.  Making those sweet little yips that tell you just how close he is.  “I’m…I’m gonna — Angel!” His head looks up at the ceiling and he pants out your name as his warm seeds spurts into the back of your throat.  Some of his thick cum escapes from your mouth, but he wipes it up, to push back into your whore mouth.

August still slams into your ass, and wraps his arm around you.  His bulging bicep closes off your air, and you start to see stars.  Whimpering out Chase’s name, only makes him shove into you harder.  He meant for you to feel him for weeks later, but your only thought is Chase.  His pouty little lips as he watches your face turn up in pleasure.  “This tight little pussy has got me in a vice grip.  You want it in your cunt or on your back.”

“My back.  I only want Chase’s cum inside me,” grabbing your hips, he uses you to fuck him.  Getting so much deeper than before.  Stuttering his movements, before pulling out, and shooting his thick cream all up your back.  

“Well, it’s been fun.  I’ll see you guys at the next mission.  Angel, you were much better this time around,” you roll your eyes, going to stand up, but lose balance, but Chase catches you, and holds on gently to your spent body, August gives you a wave with his head, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

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[formyloveoflove]

Touch Me Like You Need Me (Okoye x Attuma)

Summary: Attuma x Okoye Stripper Modern AU. Attuma is a security guard at The Milaje, and veteran dancer and fan favorite Okoye's has been his girlfriend for a while. After a long day of work, all Attuma wants is some special attention. And Okoye has just the thing to remind him that he's her one and only!

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Her perfume was driving him crazy. As he did his rounds that night, he could smell her everywhere. Pomegranate with a hint of vanilla, she was addicting. And he was biting his nails as he fought his growing erection.

He was completely silent as he cornered her. She bit back a smile as she stood tall in her gold set that barely covered the glories of her ass. He towered over her, casting shadows as the lights shined on her skin. He didn’t even care about the strange stares that he was given.

He leaned down, and placed a hidden kiss into the shell of her ear, whispering, “You’re needed in the VIP room.”

She laughed. The night was winding down. They were in the process of herding the rest of the stragglers towards the exit. There was no customer in the VIP room.

“Oh, I’m needed?” she said with a sly shift, sending her scent flying around him.

“Very, very much.”

She glanced over her shoulder before locking eyes with him. Tangling her index into his belt loop, she pulled him towards privacy. Almost like he would combust if he didn’t, he slapped her ass. And the jiggle had him seeing God.

How did he breathe before her?

Every release of his chest felt heavy. Gravity pulled harder when she was around, and he loved it. The pressure building, the gasps leaving his lips, and the lapse in his judgment were his daily torments. With just the curve of her lips, he was chained to her. Happily, and forever.

When they entered the doors, the room glistened with red and orange lights. Her skin radiated heat, and her heels clicking on the floor ignited something within him. Something feral. Something dangerous.

His dick strained against his zipper, growing harder as she pushed him down into the cushions. Velvet soft. Like her lips. Both sets of them.

“Are you listening to me, Attuma?” Okoye snided as she planted a kiss between his brows.

“No, I wasn’t,” he laced his thumbs in between the fullness of her hips and the thin string holding them in. “What did you say, yaakunaj?”

She brushed her lips under his eyes. “I said, ‘You look tired.’”

“Then wake me up.”

She chuckled. Rising to her feet, she strutted to the wall nearest the door. She slowly bent over. Her back curled like a wave rippling onto the shore, and when she came up, she ascended like the sunrise. With a wipe in her hand, and now “Touch Me” queued from the speakers, her ass seemed to spell his name with the way it entranced him. His fingers itched to take a handful, spreading them apart, and eating her softly.

She worked the pole clean between her manicured fingers, knowing that he wanted something heavier on her palm. He came alive under her touch. Always had. He would shudder like a hint of electricity flowed from the tip of his dick to the tip of his tongue. Her thighs clenched as she remembered him settled at the back of her throat. Overbearing, he was. Her eyes watered on the best of days, struggling to breath around him.Spit dripped down her chin. Her nails dug deliciously into his thighs. She had to have him.

“I know that look,” he whispered as she pressed against his zipper. “You gonna choke on my cock?”

She hummed in agreement. After slowly releasing him, she gave it a curious lick. She squirmed on her knees, mouth watering in anticipation.

“I’m just going to get you started,” she whispered against his base.

With one long drag of her tongue, he tensed up. She pushed his legs further apart, and raked her fingers under his shirt. She inhaled deeply before swallowing him section by section, twirling her tongue around his thickness. She worked her way up and down. With a firm grip on the bottom, and a tender kiss, his leg shuddered.

When she came up for air, he snatched her chin as she worked his tip in her palm. He swiped his thumb over her plump lips, smearing her lipstick in a messy, erotic fashion. And his heart soared.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he gritted. “I want to fuck your face.”

“Such a gentleman,” she joked. She slid from the floor, and in all her glory, towered over him with her hand still rubbing his shaft. She hiked her knee up, gently pressing her heel-covered foot into the couch beside him. “Untie me, baby.”

And Attuma did. With the biggest smile on his face. More than happy to oblige with the other one.

Once Okoye was free from her shoes, he threw them to the side as she glided down to his lips, humming as she went. His lips were pillowy soft, and the taste of him intoxicating. When he kissed her, he’d never let her go. Always breathless. Always clinging. Always begging for more.

He panted against her tongue, shuddering under the touch of her on his dick. With a quick shake to the top, she latched onto his lip. And sucked as if she was trying to swallow him whole. She held his stare, and felt her body temperature skyrocket to unhealthy horny levels. He looked so vulnerable, so willing. Her core writhed on nothing, coating her panties in a slickness that may never wash out.

She released him: his lip and cock. She slid out of his grasp, giggling at his swollen mouth pouting, “No,” as he scrambled for her. With the speaker remote in hand, she strutted to the pole. Laughing even harder as Victoria Monet’s voice surrounded them, she wrapped her fingers around the warm titanium.

“You’re so fucking evil,” he grumbled as his dick jumped impulsively.

She does a quick spin, “I told you that I was only going to get you started.”

He scoffed. His face red with annoyance and arousal. Reluctantly, he leaned back into the cushions. Eyes locked on her. She was sex personified. She was the moment right before an orgasm. She was all-consuming, breathless, careless, tightening all around him until every last one of his thoughts were about her. Her lips on his skin, her nails on his ass, her pussy on his dick. He couldn’t help himself. He had to touch himself.

I'm in love with your fingertips I reminisce Places you kiss Girl, it's been too long

Her smile was huge when she saw what he was doing. Attuma was so honest; it was the only way he could be. When he wanted to be touched, you could see it in his face. He had no shame. At work, in a grocery store. One time he ravaged her in the pharmacy bathroom waiting for his prescription.

She grinded her hips towards him, and he picked up the pace. Filling the space with melodic grunts, she felt warmer and warmer. Her bra was the first to go. She tossed it towards him, rubbing her nipples before she climbed up the pole.

Touch me Feel me Get to know me inside If you love me, show me

She contorted her body to the sounds of him pumping. And her pussy clenched at every sultry moan that he released. With one arm holding her steady, she unraveled the strings of her panties. In doing so, she unraveled him as well.

“Fuck,” he winced. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

After she gracefully slithered to the floor, her pussy was on full display. Her index finger played in her wetness, and Attuma toppled over on himself. As the music faded to a stop, Attuma’s orgasm took over. Long ropes of his seed coated the floor beneath him. He was going to have to clean that up before Ramonda saw. But he couldn’t give a fuck about that right now. Not when Okoye was fingering herself right in front of him.

He laid horizontally on the couch. It was exactly like Okoye said. He really was tired. But the smell of pussy was keeping him wide awake.

“Come here,” he beckoned her breathlessly.

“You’re tired,” she whined, firmly circling her clit. “I can finish myself. It’s alright.”

“I don’t give a shit. Come sit on my face.”

And she did. And what a glorious ride it was.

Comments, reblogs, kudos, and all give me motivation! Thanks for coming on this trip with me! To all those you have been patient and rereading/revisiting my work, thank you so much! I'll see you guys at Attoye Week!

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[thehoundwrites]

okay I've had this in my head for a bit and the southern and gayness in me has been itching to see it but like sevika having a gf who has a dump truck and she comes home from work one day and hears loud music only to walk into the kitchen to see her gf throwing it back with her bestie while they're cooking and is for once too stunned to speak and she goes feral....also I love reading your stories yore amazing ❤❤

Honestly that's so fucking funny here you go

She comes home what let's say wap is playing, her old ass has never fucking heard this shit before. Before she realizes what's going on she goes through the house to go bitch at you about the noise.

What she sees leaves her stunned

She has the most concerned look for a second before letting out a kind of a chuckle. And honestly Sevikas an ass girl, she always has a way of sneaking her hand back there whether it's a slap or she's holding your pocket so she does the most logical thing she sits back and lights a cigar watching her pretty girlfriend giving her a show.

Lets be honest you don't notice her for a while, you and your best friend went through this song and the next before you could even smell the cigar smoke burning but as soon as you looked back you were hit with a palm to your ass.

"How did I get so lucky huh sweet stuff?"

"Sevvi!!"

"Whatcha cooking doll?"

It's normal, for a while the three of you just hang out and smoke but the minute your friend left to use the bathroom sevika had you against the counter.

This can go one of two ways;

Her hands are at your hips holding them gently except for the pads of her fingers pressing into your stomach, her lips meet yours.

If your friend comes back too soon she'll reach into the sauce pan and lick it off her fingers telling you what good job the both of you are doing.

If she doesn't and both of you have time you're on top of the counter licking it off her fingers.

#trying again #lets see if this is good lol #sevika #sevika x reader

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‘Verse: Box Boy Universe Story: A Girl Called Spider Timeline: A ways into Rayce’s training

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He turns the questions round in his head for a long, long time before he dares to ask. It has to be as respectful as possible, if he wants any chance at an answer.

When am I going to be wiped, please, Handler Sharan? What’s my designation, please? Do I have a number, Handler, please? What’s going to happen to me?

He waits until she’s in a good mood, as much as he can read her moods. He waits for a time when there’s more praise than punishment.

He also waits until he’s just been fed, so he doesn’t ruin a shot at getting food.

She has him cleaning floors. He can’t see a spot of dirt anywhere, the maintenance Pets probably did it all already, but he knows it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he does as he’s told.

She’s barely correcting him, it’s probably only to keep him busy, only to make sure he can’t rest.

“Handler Sharan, ma’am?” he asks. He doesn’t take his eyes off the floor, or let the sponge pause in its circles. “What is it?” “May I speak, please, Handler?” “No,” she says. “You may not.”

And that’s the end of it. 

It’s a punch to the gut, but he’s had a lot of those now.

There’s no use trying to ask anyway. She might easily have shocked him just for trying the first time. If he pushes his luck, she’ll definitely use the collar.

Swish-snap – another bright flare of pain across his ass. The shorts don’t dull the sting as much as he hoped they would.

What did he do? Oh – he’s been scrubbing the same circle for – too long. He shuffles on his knees to the next patch. Not that it matters.

He should have just asked rather than asking permission first. He should have known it was a long shot. She hasn’t told him anything because she has no intention of telling him.

The bitterness still curdles in his empty gut all through the exercise, and the next one, and it fades a little but it stays with him. It even niggles like a loose tooth when he’s alone in his cell trying to get some desperately needed sleep before they wake him again. 

If he was a tougher guy, maybe anger would have outpaced fear from the start. If he was smarter, maybe he’d know how to stifle it before it burns him. 

But he can feel it growing day on day, a rising tide that says no to everything they ask of him, no more, fuck this, fuck that, fuck all of it.

The second time he bites is not an accident.

He knows full well how bad the consequences will be. He knows that if he does this he’ll probably never get another chance. He knows it won’t achieve anything.

He’s just so, so sick of the endless, painful, invasive, relentless touch. 

He’s up against the wall again, knees shoulder width apart, palms flat against the wall. Handler Sharan isn’t giving orders, she’s just touching him. Stroking his skin all over, prodding and squeezing until it’s a struggle not to hiss and flinch from the sharp points of her fingers.

He knows it’s about eroding boundaries. He doesn’t know how she knows that he hasn’t let go of this one yet. He tries so hard not to recoil or complain.

He’s just not any good at it, he supposes.

Especially when her hand dips down the front of his shorts to grab at his junk. He knows it’s no different from everything else she can do to him, there’s no use in fighting it – but he can’t stop his body going rigid against her, can’t stop his breath catching and his skin crawling.

She tweaks the end of his cock and gets a gasp, then her hand moves on, fondling the lines of his stomach, nails scratching lightly at the skin and making him squirm with how badly it itches.

Helpless anger wells up. 

It’s not even anything new. It’s not exhaustion to the limit of what his body can handle. It’s barely painful. 

All he has to do is hold still and tolerate it.

That’s all.

“Alright, break time’s over.” She slaps his ass – sharp over the welts – and he yelps. “You’re losing condition, can’t have that. Up on your feet and give me squats.”

Of course he’s fucking losing condition, she’s starving him. He doesn’t know if he can do one squat. 

He’s going to find out.

It turns out he can do twenty-three, although the last thirteen are pathetic and get him switched across the shoulders. After that, he falls on his smarting, aching ass.

She hasn’t told him to stop, so he knows he should get up, he knows the shock’s coming when he refuses, he just – he hates this. He hates her. 

He chokes through the shock. He still doesn't get back up. 

"What happened there, trainee?" Sharan asks. "You were doing so well." He knows an opening when he sees one. "I'm sorry, Handler," he snivels, "I - I can't, I'm sorry." "Try," she tells him testily.

He does, because he isn't brave enough to keep refusing. But maybe he doesn't try very hard, maybe he gives in to cramps that he probably could have pushed through if he weren't so fucking done with all of this. 

The switch snaps across his ribs, and the back of his thighs, and he makes another show of straining his shaking limbs trying to push up from the floor.

There are tears in his eyes, and that's not faked.

She crouches, and pulls his head back by the hair to get a good look at his face, and he's so scared that she's going to see the hate and anger written all over him that he must end up looking sufficiently wretched after all because she merely wrinkles her nose and sighs.

Then she drags him up by the hair, and that makes him really try to get his feet under him. He’s clumsy from exhaustion and he falls against her and she staggers. Her arms wrap round his chest to catch him and they dig in sharply to all the bruises over his ribs.

He squirms, and she pushes him off her. He sprawls across the tiles.

“Bad Pet,” she hisses. He gets another shock from the collar. 

He doesn’t know what she expects from him next but staying where he fell is not it. Another shock.

For the first time in – god knows how long – his hands go instinctively to the collar to try and prise it away from his throat. More shocks, a higher setting, held for longer. He screeches and spasms on the floor.

He doesn’t quite black out, but he loses track of the Handler, right up until her hands on his shoulders signal him to roll onto his back. He pants raggedly for air, voice catching in the back of his throat, and looks up at her.

“Shhh,” she soothes, petting his face. As if she didn’t do this. As if he’s supposed to be grateful for the burning, itching hand on his skin.

When he bites her, it’s not an accident. It’s a moment of pure, unadulterated spite.

For just a few seconds, the fear of consequences doesn’t get a look in. He just wants – all he wants – is to make her hurt.

He waits until her hand is steady on his cheek, and then he turns his head as if to nuzzle into the touch like one of his girls would – and then he sinks his teeth in as hard as he can, and he shakes his head like a dog, and he doesn’t let go.

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