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babbushka · 3 years

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Hi there May I request “did I stutter do as your told” with pale ty

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It’s real late out there in the big bad world one night, when Pale finally comes home. He practically kicks the door down in his haste to get inside, the bitter cold of winter bringin’ along a blizzard that he didn’t have gloves for.

He rubs his hands together and shucks his leather jacket off, steps outta his boots. Leatherskin didn’t mix too great with the snow, he’s pissed off to find, but he doesn’t care about nothin’ else in that moment, because standing in front of him naked, is you.

“Hey honey.” You smirk, hands on your hips, tits out on display almost in defiance.

Immediately, Pale is drawn to them, wants nothin’ more than his palms under the weight of your tits, and so with only a little protest about the chill of his hands, you let him cup and squeeze your breasts to his heart’s content, getting a happy – or at least as close to happy as you can get out of Pale – sigh.

“I’m real fuckin’ tired baby, christ I feel like I’m nothin’ but a sack o’bones standin’ here in this expensive fuckin’ suit. Help me out of it?” He eyes you, bites at his lip, not wanting to waste any time.

Sure he should probably go shower and eat somethin’ -- how the fuck was it already 3am? – but all he wants is you, your naked body so inviting, warm and comforting in every possible way. You let out a small hum of a laugh and lead him by the hand through the foyer and into the living room, Pale shedding his suit jacket and silk shirt along the way.

You’ve set up a little love nest on the couch, the soft blankets from the bedroom and some candles from the closet that you thought had a sorta romantic atmosphere. One of his cassette tapes is playin’ real low on the big stereo system he’s got hooked up in the wall-unit, and the fireplace is gently flickerin’, making the whole room real cozy.

“Why don’t you sit down, let me take care of you?” You suggest, trying to be coy. “Light up one of your cigarettes and let me show you a good time.”

“Ohh you’re wet huh? Is that it? Were you playin’ with that pretty pussy for me? Keepin’ her company since I couldn’t do it my damn self? Well I’m back now baby, let me get a looksee at her, c’mon show me.” Pale grins, too many teeth, sharklike, and it only makes you roll your eyes.

“Go sit down.” You swat at his hands, wantin’ to be romantic, wantin’ to treat him right the way he always makes sure to do for you.

“But – ” Pale whines, and you roll your eyes, finding him both exasperating and endearing.

“Did I fuckin’ stutter handsome?” You raise a brow, pointing to the couch with a bit of an attitude, “Do as your told.”

“I love when you think you’re in charge.” Pale grins again, and you swat at him for the remark, but ultimately he goes.

“Do you want to come in me or not?” You threaten teasingly, and that at least is enough motivation for him to unbuckle his trousers and raise his hands defensively.

“I’m sittin’, ain’t I?” He huffs, and you decide you don’t want to deny yourselves any longer.

Straddling his broad hips, you sling a leg over his thighs and sink yourself down right on his cock. No preamble, no hesitation, just one long slow slide, letting gravity do it’s job. Pale groans deep in his chest from the way you envelop him in your heat at once, but you don’t give him any time to adjust, instead already moving and thrusting up and down on his cock, your hands digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders.

“Fuck,” Pale groans, his own palms sliding up and down your back, hugging you close.

“Good?” You moan breathily into his ear, your thighs getting a workout from the way they’re supporting you as you bounce on his dick, trying to concentrate on that moreso than the pleasure that shoots through you, because if you focus on the pleasure, you’ll come right away and you want to draw it out at least a little bit.

“Always baby, always real fuckin’ good. You got a magic cunt, you know that? I ever tell you that before? I oughta tell you every night, every goddamn night, christ how’re you so tight? Too tight for the slut that you are, getting your pussy stuffed full every night.” Even with his cock buried in your cunt, he still runs his mouth, your Pale.

“And every morning, and on lunch, and – ah!!” You yelp out a moan when one of his hands drops to your clit and pinches at it, making your body shudder, your hips circling and thrusting up and down, back and forth, head lolling back.

“Slut, my pretty slut, I should bring you around with me, fuck you in front of everyone.” Pale takes the opportunity to attack your neck with his lips and teeth, sucking and kissing at the column of your throat.

“You already do that, honey.” You laugh, crushing his body to yours, holding his face against your neck as you bounce faster, harder, the head of his cock dragging against your gspot at the same moment his thumb rubs zig-zags onto your clit, making you shout, “Fuck – oh yes! Yes fuck, that’s it, right there!”

“I could get used to this, comin’ home to you like this.” Pale grins, bites at the edge of your jaw, bites down hard and licks across it.

“Pale, oh Pale, your cock’s so big.” You ignore him, because really the only thing you can focus on is his cock, the way it’s filling you up to the brim, the way you can feel it up up up in your throat.

“I know baby, you’re goin’ great, your cunt’s so perfect, feels go fucking good. You like getting split open by my big cock? When you fucked yourself on your fingers and came all over my good sheets did you think of me and my dick? Wishin’ it were my dick instead?” Pale grunts, starting to thrust his hips up to meet yours, getting sweaty and splotchy all over his chest from the effort.

“Yes!!” You throw your head back and let him take over, let him hold your hips steady as he fucks up into you, no doubt waking up all your neighbord with the volume of your sounds of pleasure, “Yes, oh Pale, I’m gonna come, please let me come?”

“Go ahead pretty girl.” Pale kisses your cheek, and your hands grip his shoulders hard as your orgasm hits you in a crashing wave of pleasure, making your body shudder and your hips roll, grinding against him, trapping his cock inside of you as you feel him coming not long after.

Together, you breathe against one another’s mouths. Pale does light up a cigarette then, smokes it down a few seconds to feel some more calm spread through him. You rest your head on his shoulder, your thighs burning, one foot cramped from the angle and exertion. You didn’t like doing all the work all the time, much preferred to be a pillow princess for him to pamper, but it was nice, you thought, to return the favor once in a while.

“What do you want for dinner?” Pale brushes a hand across your sweaty back, patting your ass gently.

“Order something in, I want to eat just like this.” You sigh happily, eyes closing. You’d waited up for him all night, and now that you’ve spent the last of your energy, you don’t have any left to think about cooking or cleaning up dishes.

“On my cock?” Pale raises a brow, thinkin’ he’s misunderstandin’ you for a minute.

“Yeah, I don’t want to get up, let me sit right here on your cock, keep it hard and warm and wet for you.” You confirm, and Pale although he always tends to think this, Pale thinks he’s hit the fuckin’ jackpot with you.

“Jesus you’re really worked up ain’t you?” He pats your ass again, feelin’ his cock twitch inside your come-covered cunt, “I’m gonna order us a shitton of food for dinner, you’re gonna need the fuckin’ energy for the night I’m gonna give you, goddamn.”

You can only laugh in response to that, glad that whatever had been buggin’ him when he first came home was in the past, and that he was much happier bein’ with you in the present.

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romaniassexdungeon · 6 years

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Shattered Romanticism of a God - chapter 8

Pairing: EstUkr (main is SuFin)

Katya - Ukraine

Oooh look an EstUkr chapter :P I love Eduard as a character, but man this specky cunt gives me so much secondhand embarrassment. Someone save him.

Read the full fic on AO3 and FF.net

My kofi!

Okay, Eduard supposed he understood Tino’s plight.

Not the one about when was the acceptable time to bring up S&M to a new partner, or what to do when your dog eats her own poop, but the dilemma of not knowing whether or not this was a date, or if they were just hanging out as friends.

It had been her idea to go on this day out, and Eduard had had no idea if she’d been suggesting it romantically or platonically. When he’d asked her out for coffee, he’d meant it as a date, but he didn’t know if she knew that was what he’d meant. They didn’t kiss, and although he tried to flirt, he wasn’t certain she’d picked up on it. Katya was still struggling with Swedish on one level, never mind his shitty subtle attempts to let her know he fancied her. Their hands brushed together once, and Eduard’s knuckle still tingled thinking about it.

He didn’t think it was possible to become even more of a loser, and yet here he was. And he even was in contact with a real woman.

He was never going to make fun of Tino again. For that, at least. There were plenty of other things to make fun of him for. He could write a whole book roasting Tino and his life choices.

Katya had a pickup truck, apparently. An old, beaten-up thing with plenty of space at the back to lie in. That was all she’d said, really, in reference to the plans she’d made for today. How cryptic. Eduard hoped the truck wasn’t going to be used to dump his body. Katya seemed too sweet for murder, but that was what probably made her the perfect serial killer.

He rang the doorbell to her flat, the one Tino was staying at. It felt refreshing to be here but not be seeing him. He loved his cousin, truly, but fuckhe was hard work. He wouldn’t change Tino for all the bread in the world though. Mostly because a lot of the world made awful bread, but still!

Katya was as beautiful as ever as she answered the door, all bundled up warm and smiling bright. She hugged him in greeting, and Eduard almost suffocated, not that he minded at all.

“You came!” she said with a bright smile, “it’s lovely to see you.”

Eduard smiled back, then remembered he was supposed to reply. “Um, yeah, love- love y- lovely to see you too.” He hoped she was a murderer now, just so he’d never have to face another human being again. “So… what are we doing today?”

“I thought we could go for a drive,” said Katya. And she motioned for him to get in the car. Did she honestly have to be so cryptic?

“A drive where?” asked Eduard nervously, “a six-foot trench behind an abattoir?”

Katya just raised an eyebrow and pointed to the picnic basket and pile of blankets in the back. Eduard decided he really needed to get out more.

“Oh,” he said, “ohh, that - that makes sense. Sorry.”

She smiled. “I… well, I can tell you now, right? I thought we could go on a picnic together. I know this great spot at the top of a… small mountain.”

“Hill?”

“Hill! That! We can see for hours.”

Eduard smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“And food! We can have food and talk.”

Well, they had food, but Eduard and Katya seemed a little too awkward for talking. Eduard should’ve known.

After two minutes, they’d lapsed into silence as Katya drove. And not a comfortable silence, one with a thick, prickly atmosphere. One where the lips were still - besides the occasional lick - but minds were whirring, overthinking every little thing. Eduard wondered if this was supposed to be a comfortable silence and he was just ruining it by being awkward and over analyzing everything. He wondered if Katya was feeling the same.

She was, but he didn’t know that, and she didn’t know he felt the same, so they carried on driving in painful silence.

For an hour.

When Katya pulled into a deserted carpark, she turned to him and beamed.

“What do you think?”

Eduard had no idea what to think. It was a hill overlooking some Stockholm suburbs and a patch of forest, barely visible in the drizzling rain and mist, and looking a little grey.

“I love it,” he smiled, not entirely convincingly, though his mood deflated when he saw her get out. Were they really going to have a picnic in the rain? He tried not to groan as he got out himself, glasses rendered useless within seconds.

Katya, though, had had the sense to park under a tree, and opened an umbrella to give them some extra shelter. He stood next to her awkwardly as she set out blankets and cushions, unsure if he should help or how to help, twiddling his thumbs. Katya glanced over at him, rolled her eyes with a smile, and took his hand.

The two clambered into the back of the truck, and Eduard had to admit it was more cozy than he’d imagined. Katya still held his hand.

Resting in a nest of pillows, Eduard actually took time to admire the view. Even in the rain, he had to admit it was impressive, now he was less grumpy. Or maybe Katya’s warmth and radiance was leaking into him, and making him less closed-minded to the outside world and trying new things.

It wasn’t that he didn’t go out. He did, just to the farmer’s market, on occasion, for fresh ingredients, and to visit Tino when he had the stomach for it. Everything else was delivered to his flat. Okay, maybe he needed to get out more.

“Hot chocolate?” Katya offered, pulling a flask out of the picnic basket.

“Yes please!” One of Eduard’s more shameful secrets, one that only Tino knew about (and had been the one to point it out in the first place), was that he was such a recluse he often had to substitute hot drinks for the warmth of another person, usually coffee. It was pathetic, he knew, but it didn’t stop him from holding hot drinks in his hands and basking in the warmth.

He held Katya’s travel mug to his lips, chocolate too hot to drink just yet, and fogging up his glasses, but he was starting to get chilly.

“I have treats too!” Katya set out a plate of pastries between them, smiling hopefully. Eduard smiled back.

“You… you really came prepared, huh?” He bit his lip, wondering if he should be honest. “You know, I’m not really an outdoors person, but this seems really fun, and cute.” And were they on a date? What if he asked and they weren’t and he freaked her out? What if they were and he hurt Katya's feelings by asking? What if he upset her and she left him here in the rain and cold? He didn’t want to hurt her.

He sipped at his hot chocolate, glancing at Katya out of the corner of his eye. She was so beautiful, with a soft, motherly grace, a kind smile and intelligent eyes. He wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her everything.

He decided not to.

“I don’t get out much anymore,” she told him, “I grew up in the countryside, but now I’m too busy at work, and chasing tenants for rent.”

“Sorry about my cousin-”

“Oh no, Tino’s fine in that sense! He’s just…” she gestured vaguely. Fair enough.

“Loud?”

“Yes.” She laughed at that. “Nice to get some peace and quiet.” Or did she say piss and quiet? Obviously not, Eduard, you idiot.

He could go outside more, for Katya. Maybe he could take her to the farmer’s market?

“So what do you do?” he asked, taking a pastry, “for fun?”

“I bake my exes into food.”

He choked on his mouthful.

“Joke! I’m joking!” She laughed and took his hand, and Eduard forced a laugh. He coughed up a couple of crumbs, and, with watery eyes, continued eating his pastry. “I do bake though,” she continued, “bread, sweet things.”

“I bake bread too!” Eduard hadn’t meant to be so loud, or sound so excited. He blushed, eyes travelling down to look firmly at his cup.

Katya squeezed his shoulder. This was the most contact he’d had with a woman since… well, ever. “I like singing too. I’m- I’m in a choir.”

Eduard looked up and smiled at that. “I love singing too. I’m not in a choir, but that sounds really fun.”

“You should join mine! I mean, if you want to. It would be fun, singing together.”

She wanted to see him again? Hang out with him on a regular basis?

“I’d love to! What sort of music is it?”

“Metal.”

At least this time Eduard spotted it was a joke, and he laughed at it, and the idea of a metal choir. Tino would definitely start one, despite it being a horrible concept in real life and his complete inability to sing.

“We actually sing folk and sometimes showtunes,” Katya then explained.

“So, not a church choir?”

“No. Just people wanting to sing. Not a problem, I hope?”

“Nah, God left me years ago.” God was never with him, especially after giving him Tino for a cousin.

Katya smiled at that. “I can drop off a leaflet if you want,” she said hopefully, “and- and maybe, we can bake together sometime too. Or cook. I like good, homemade food.”

Eduard nodded, breathless.

“Oh! The sun’s starting to set!” Katya perked up, wrapping her blanket tighter around her and grinning. She seemed to be bristling with energy as she pointed at the sun, starting to dip over the horizon. Eduard followed her gaze.

Okay, he wasn’t one for sunsets, besides some especially pretty photographs he’d sometimes used for desktop backgrounds, but he had to admit it was beautiful. The rain had cleared up while they were talking, the clouds parting a road for the sun to travel along, and he saw colours he’d never seen in the sky before. Not in person. He’d never cared to look.

“It’s wonderful,” he told her.

Then Katya rested her head on his shoulder.

Eduard thought he was going to die. Not in a bad way, rather he was going to evaporate from the contact and the way his heart was racing. He wondered if he should go for it, stick his neck out and kiss her. No, he couldn’t.

What if she wanted him to?

But, more importantly, what if she didn’t?

Instead, he decided to wrap his arm around her, then couldn’t decide if that was too much too and let it hover just above her shoulders, hand dangling awkwardly parallel to her arm.

Fucking idiot.

He was still at war with himself as Katya drove him home, neither saying a word and the comfort they’d found in each other’s presence starting to dissipate. Had they actually gone on a date? Why was he so useless at this?

Eduard’s mind and stomach turned over and over again as he pondered the same handful of questions over and over. It was only when Katya brought him to his doorstep, and gave him a little kiss on the lips, that his insides finally stilled.

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