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mieluscious · 4 months

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delicious. ryomen sukuna

ෆ pairings : ryomen sukuna x female reader

ෆ genre : smut, p. without plot

ෆ word count : 3k6

ෆ warnings : mdni. husband!sukuna, wife!reader, slight degradation, risk of getting caught, voyeurism, slight dumbification, makeout, tongue sucking, spit play, oral (f. receiving), sukuna is pussy drunk, pussy slapping, face grabbing, a lot of squirting, sukuna is a curse, he's obsessed by your smell, sukuna is sooo gross im warning you . . . ໑ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

“what’s that fucking smell?” you were baking in the kitchen when you heard your husband sukuna getting back home.

“im making cookies baby” you smiled at him as he opened the kitchen door. you bent down to put the last batch in the oven when you felt two large hands grasp your waist. “i invited the girls over for dinner tonight. im sorry i didn't tell you sooner.” he tightened his grip on your waist and turned you around to press you against the counter. you closed the oven door with the back of your foot and cocked your head to the side, looking at him questioningly. “what’s wrong kuna are you mad or som-” you didn't even have time to finish your sentence when sukuna grabbed the back of your neck and pressed his nose against it, sniffing you as if his life depended on it. you watched in the corner of your eye his other hand firmly grasped the counter, making his veins appear even more clearly.

“i could smell it all the way across the street.” you squeaked and grabbed his shirt tightly as he ripped the apron from around your waist, throwing it violently behind him. he drew his leg up between yours and paused at the sight of your breasts squeezed into your lace tank top, he licked his lips. you looked back at him feverishly with your mouth half open. you looked so delicious and just for him. he grabbed your face and pressed his nose against yours, his gaze darker than ever. “you better tell me where that smell comes from before i go crazy.”

“i-i don’t know kuna i really don’t-ah!-” he grabbed your ass between his big veiny hands and lifted you slightly leaving the tips of your feet barely touching the ground. you moaned loudly and arched your back, pressing your stomach against his chest as sukuna buried his face in your breasts. you caught yourself on the back of his shirt, trying as best you could to hold on to something so you didn't fall. “i-i thought you were talking about the smell of..the cookies-” you moaned louder when you felt his tongue passionately lick the soft skin between your breasts, your legs immediately wrapped around his hips, he laid you down roughly on the counter, knocking your baking utensils to the floor, and caught one of your buds under your top in his mouth, sucking on it noisily as he looked at you straight in the eye.

you caught your lip between your teeth and you threw your head back as you felt his warm hands move up your belly to grab your breasts under your top, kneading them and pulling on your hard buds with his teeth and his other hand, making you scream louder. you were so busy enjoying what sukuna was doing to you that you didn't hear the first ring at the door. you raised your head immediately and pushed sukuna with your foot. you climbed down from the counter in a hurry to open the door for the girls but he stopped you by closing the kitchen door when you tried to open it. his two hands clamped down violently on either side of your face, making you jump and stick to the door. his mouth pressed against your ear and you could feel his evil smile. “can i know where my precious little baby thinks she’s going ?” he slipped his hands between you and the door and firmly grasped the inside of your thighs. “i think i've finally found where that sweet smell was coming from.” he slapped your pussy making you arch your back against him your hand came up against your mouth muffling your sudden moan, he grabbed your throat pressing the back of your skull against his chest, and since you were much smaller than him, all you had to do was raise your head slightly to meet his devilish gaze. he slapped your pussy again, pressing you even harder against him you were now on the tips of your feet when you moaned right in front of his face making him grin wider. fucking delicious.

“listen to me. are you listening?” he slapped it again and his grip on your throat tightened, muffling your moan. you grabbed the hand that prevented you from breathing and nodded to him. “i'll give you 5 minutes to go and greet your friends and then-” he turned you over and firmly slapped your ass before clutching it in his hands. his forehead pressed against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck his eyes never left yours. “-you get your ass back here, 'cause that's what im having for dinner tonight.” you pressed your titties against his chest and feeling his muscular chest against your buds made you moan against his mouth. he noticed and slapped your butt again, making you moan even more. “show me your tongue if you understand y/n.” his eyes darkened when he saw the tip of your tongue, and he wasted no time for spitting on it and putting it in his mouth before kissing you fiercely. at the feeling of his tongue fighting with yours, you couldn't help but rub your clit lightly on his leg, which was now between yours. he grunted into your mouth as he felt your breathing quicken, a sign that you were becoming more and more aroused by him. he broke the kiss and grabbed your jaw, he inserted his finger between your lips and you sucked on it while looking into his eyes - a mix of saliva was now running down the corner of your mouth and sukuna couldn't take his eyes off the show you were giving to him. he clenched your jaw even tighter and brought your face so close to his that he spoke against your lips. “don’t play with me baby you know im fucking crazy. i could show to your little friends how fucking pretty you are full of my cock” you smiled with all your teeth whispering to him how much you loved his madness and rubbed your clit under your little shorts even harder against his pant leg, which now had a small wet spot on it. he slammed your back violently against the kitchen door and licked your lips hungrily. you threw your head back and moaned “stop rubbing your little clit against me you make the smell even stronger.” he bit your chin, making you gasp, one of your legs came up against his hip, wanting to rub your clit harder against his leg. “what’s wrong baby you don't want to open the door to your friends anymore?” he slipped both hands under your shorts to grab your bare ass. he dug his long black nails into it making you moan louder as he pushed you back against his own leg helping you to fuck yourself on it. you were now a moaning mess and couldn't help feeling guilty as your friends kept ringing the doorbell over and over again. seeing your distress, sukuna smiled devilishly against your cheek before licking the edge of your ear and blowing on it, making you squeal and grab his shirt tighter. “it’s hard to leave me, mh?” he slapped your ass. he lifted his face to yours, planting his dark gaze in yours. “go open the door before i welcome them myself with you on my dick.” you nodded and he suddenly let go of you. you slid against the door and fell on your bottom with no strength left in your legs, while he remained standing in front of you, one hand in his pocket, looking for his cigarette pack.

“y-you’re so mean.” you were panting on the floor while he looked down on you with an evil smile.

“that’s why you love me princess, now go before i get mad.” he lit his cigarette and put it between his lips, watching you get up to open the door. he took the opportunity to pinch your pretty bottom and chuckled at the little squeak you let out before you disappeared into the living room.

you'd been sitting on the sofa with your friends for 10 minutes now and you couldn't help but feel stressed, sukuna had only given you 5 minutes but the girls were just talking and asking a multitude of questions to you because it had been a long time since the 3 of you had met up again. you were just staring at the kitchen door every 5 seconds when your friend put a hand on your shoulder. “are you alright y/n? something is wrong?” you shook your head, letting her know that all was fine. when they asked if they could have something to drink, you immediately took the opportunity and got up, your steps were heavy the closer you got to the kitchen door the more you smelled the smell of cigarettes, making your heartbeat a little faster wondering how angry sukuna could be. you gently opened the door and entered the room with your head down. you loved playing with sukuna but when he was angry you really didn't know where to put yourself.

with trembling hands you opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of apple juice. you gasped as you felt a hand join yours on the fridge door. “where were you princess?” you felt his crotch press against your ass, you could feel his chest rise and fall slowly against your back as his breath crashed against the soft skin of your neck. out of the corner of your eye you saw his other hand tap his cigarette ash into the ashtray next to the fridge. he brought the cigarette to his lips and gently turned you to face him before taking the cigarette out of his mouth again to blow the smoke into your face, making you cough slightly under his calculating gaze. “what did i say.” you clutched the apple juice bottle tightly in your hand as you felt ash fall onto your bare thigh. his hand tightened on the fridge door and you could feel that he was losing the little patience he had left.

you raised your eyes to his and immediately lowered them when you met his cold gaze. you sank deeper into the fridge, feeling the food pressed against your back. “you said 5 minutes.” he blew the smoke from his cigarette into your face, making you cough a little harder than last time. “and it took me longer than expected, im sorry kuna.” you shyly raised your gaze to him and whispered as if you had no right to speak. “and they asked me to bring them something to drink, s-so i have to go again-” you flinched and closed your eyes when you heard him laugh darkly in your face. he brought his face close to yours and smiled with all his teeth you were so afraid of his reactions and it was turning him on so much.

“i asked you for something to drink too.” you opened your eyes and immediately blushed as you understood what he was referring to. he brought his cigarette to his lips, letting his gaze wander over your pretty, embarrassed face. you licked your lips and tried to pull yourself together by clearing your throat.

“c-can i at least go give this to them and i'll be right back, i promise?” he lowered his head and shook it slowly from side to side before catching his cigarette between his fingers and finally crush it in the ashtray. you squealed and caught yourself with one hand on the edge of the fridge as he grabbed the underside of your left thigh, your knee knocking lightly against the side of your face. you were now almost inside the fridge when he pressed his fingers against the fabric of the little shorts covering your pussy, lightly pinching your clit between his two fingers. “w-wait-” he smirked, eyes on your pussy. “k-kuna-” you gasped as he lowered himself and stuck out his tongue to lick your covered pussy while looking deep in your eyes, making you moan. he rested his nose against your clit and inhaled deeply the scent that had been driving him crazy since he'd returned home. his action made you blush and squeal loudly. sukuna could sometimes behave like a wild animal, and you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. he smiled evilly against your pussy when he saw your cheeks pink with embarrassment.

You tried to stop him again as he straightened up, but you didn't expect him to grab the shorts covering your pussy and push them aside. sukuna's eyes darken even more at the sight of your dripping pussy, you were so fucking wet, you were literally dripping on the floor in front of his eyes. you saw sukuna's smile widen, revealing his sharp teeth. sukuna reached into his pants to pull out his hard cock under your stunned eyes, tapping the head against your clit, making your pussy splash a little. and it was too much for you. you whimpered, dropping the bottle from your hands, which crashed to the ground. “k-kuna please let me just-” you didn't even have time to finish your sentence when he pushed his cock deep inside you.

he put back his hand on the fridge door tightening his grip as he began to fuck you roughly, he grabbed a new cigarette from the packet in his pocket and brought it to his lips before letting a small flame appear from his fingertip, to light the nicotine stick before grabbing the underside of your thigh again. you tried as best you could to catch yourself on the edges of the fridge, but sukuna were fucking you so brutally that the fridge and its door slammed loudly against the wall with each of his thrusts. you arched your back against the inside of the fridge, unable to hold back the moans that escaped from between your lips. he smiled at you while smoking. “my poor little doll. look at you. i always have to give you a taste of my cock so you stop speaking nonsense. mh?.” he looked at you mockingly as you tried to get anything other than moans from between your lips. “it smells so fucking good what's happening to you? are you ovulating? why does your pussy smell so damn good?” your little moans drove him crazy seeing you bouncing on his cock while looking at him straight in the eye made him thrusts into you like an animal, the head of his cock slapping against your g-spot with every thrust. you opened your mouth a little wider while moaning, revealing the tip of your tongue, silently asking sukuna for a kiss. he let go of the fridge door and moved towards you to put his hands behind your hips to grab your ass firmly, pushing you towards his cock making you fuck him back

he brought his face close to yours and licked your lips greedily, you tried to catch his lips between yours and he pulled back slightly, chuckling darkly as he saw you cry out in frustration, wanting to feel his tongue against yours at all costs. you grabbed his shirt firmly, suddenly pulling him even closer to you until his nose crushed against yours. you begged him against his lips “p-please..kuna-please” you tilted your head back slightly and stuck out your tongue, the color of his eyes turned red as he felt your hips move against him on your own accord, fucking him back as roughly as him. the knocking on the kitchen door didn't stop him from catching your tongue in his mouth and sucking it hungrily. then, he started kissing you roughly, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth to the point where you could feel it against your uvula. you put your feet up against the edge of the fridge, imprisoning sukuna's hips with your knees. you moaned louder, bouncing on his big cock as if your life depended on it. he sucked your lower lip and straightened up to see the mixture of your saliva running down your chin. cute.

you were so drunk on his cock that you didn't notice your friend behind the door asking you if you were okay, you didn't give a fuck all you wanted was sukuna. sukuna and his fat cock deep inside you. you mewed when sukuna ripped off your top, leaving your breasts exposed to him. he grabbed your breasts, pinching your buds as he straightened up. “fuck. your little clit is so cute i can’t stop looking at it bounce against my pubs” you opened your mouth wider as you saw him spill a glob of spit on your clit with a devilish grin, the both of you were now moving faster, fucking each other like animals. “you wanna cum huh? i can’t see it in your pretty eyes.” his smile widened at the sound of your sweet moans, you nodded at him crying out even more, he grabbed your throat and gave you one last powerful thrust when you came on his cock, you throw your head back screaming and squirting all other his pants and on the floor. he came inside you with a growl fucking you through his orgasm and yours. he slowed his thrusts and removed his cock from your pussy, you couldn't take your eyes off his cock dripping with your juices and his. your mouth opened unconsciously as the head of his cock pressed against your clit, making you jump slightly from the overstimulation. sukuna caught your jaw in his hand, placing his thumb on your tongue. “don’t look at my dick like that.” you mewled as you felt his thumb caress your tongue. “i'll let you suck on it later don't worry.” he removed his thumb from your mouth and grabbed the underside of your thighs to lift you up. “but for now, you still didn’t give me my fucking drink.”

you immediately brought your hands to your mouth to muffle your groan when sukuna slammed your back against the kitchen door while your friends were still behind, trying to find out if you were all right and what the hell you were doing. he put his big hands under your butt and lifted you, placing your thighs on his shoulders. you sighed with pleasure as you felt his hot breath crash against your wet pussy. you lowered your head to meet his dark gaze. you couldn't help whispering how beautiful you found him between your thighs and he kissed your clit with a smile. one of your hands grabbed his hair as you felt his tongue run along the slit of your pussy. your free hand grasped his jaw, lifting it slightly towards you, and your thumb gently caressed his sharp canine. the grip of his hands on your ass tightened as he felt you try to rub your clit against his chin. “you really like ‘em, mh?” you nodded, biting your lip. “you want me to bite your pussy with them?” you smiled, throwing your head back against the door. he was so dirty. you slowly moved your hips against his chin, letting him know that you wanted him to eat you. he wasted no time in throwing himself on your pussy with his mouth wide open, you caught your breast in your hand playing with your bud while sukuna sticks his tongue in your hole and fucks you with it. he slapped your ass and you gasped as you grabbed his hair with both hands, sukuna was eating your pussy like he'd been starving for days, you could hear him grunting and getting more and more aroused by the smell of your pussy, he pulled himself back slightly to spit 3 times on your clit, making you even wetter than you already were, your hips wiggling faster and faster against his face, your breasts jiggling up and down with your panting breath. he sucked your clit and smiled as he felt your thighs shake around his head, you straightened up, clinging to his head your thrusts against his face grew stronger. your back wasn't even against the door anymore, sukuna carried you while you literally sat on his shoulders fucking his face like crazy. you could hear him groan at each of your thrusts while he looked you straight in the eyes, making you moan even louder. his mouth ate your pussy roughly swallowing all your juice that was running down his chin.

you threw your head back as you felt your orgasm coming on, and your thrusts became more brutal. “f-fuck.k-kuna..im gonna-ah!..im gonna cum-” he slammed you against the door again, growling so loudly you could be sure your friends on the other side of the door could hear him. you screamed and almost fell over as you felt sukuna's canines dig into your pussy, causing you to squirt into his face. he pressed his face even harder against your pussy and you moaned even louder as you heard him swallowing your cum loudly. exhausted you collapsed against the door while he continued to lick your pussy clean.

he lightly bit the skin of your pubic bone. “you’re so fucking gorgeous.” you ran your hand through his hair, stroking him lovingly with a smile.

you straightened up slightly as if you'd just woken up from a dream “wait i think they’re gone.” he grinned devilishly, running his tongue slowly over your clit.

“they better be because i’m not done with you.”

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mockerycrow · 6 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a one shot with gn!reader who gets hurt in a mission trying to save Ghost and as he feels bad for it, so he gets reader a small plushie (kinda like those for the key chain) and when reader wakes up doesn't know it was ghost how gave it to them

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KEYCHAIN (Ghost x GN!Reader)

ghost masterlist — 1.3k words

authors note; it’s your local author criticizing their writing non stop again!!!!!! i feel like i could’ve written this better idk i’m sorry, anon! i wrote this whilst focusing on other projects </3

[WARNINGS; violence, descriptions of stabbing and choking, gore, hospital settings, fluff at the end.]

Ghost did not expect you to do what you did. Someone somehow managed to get the jump on Ghost from behind, wrapping their arms around the man’s neck with a knife in their hand. It was right in the middle of Ghost claiming he cleared a building; in his defense, he had cleared the entire building of every hostile for the exception of one. You heard him grunt and choke before going radio silent, you decided that you were on your way to his location the second something sounded wrong.

Ghost gasps for air and reaches for a knife of his own, trying to stomp his foot down on the man’s foot, but the man grunts and laughs when Ghost discovers he’s wearing steel-toed shoes. Ghost struggles against the man, his head beginning to swim—when is the last time he’s been overpowered like this?—and Ghost manages to grab one of his knives, taking it out of the sheath—

Ghost’s vision goes white for a moment when he feels the man’s blade sink into his abdomen, the man shushing him in his ear. “It’ll be over soon, big boy.” The man hisses, carelessly ripping the knife out of Ghost’s gut, making his legs buckle. Ghost must have blacked out for a moment because the next time his vision and hearing work, he’s on the ground in immense pain, witnessing a figure fighting off the strong, armored man. Ghost hears someone cry out—is that you??—but his vision won’t focus just yet.

His ears are ringing as he puts a forearm against the ground, a groan leaving Ghost as his other hand goes to his gut, and he winces as he applies pressure to his stab wound, hot thick blood trickling between his fingers and onto the ground. Ghost’s throat aches terribly, so he clears it as his vision finally focuses and it’s you fighting off a man that’s bigger than him. His eyes widen as he shouts your name, his voice hoarse and broken, laced with panic.

There’s blood staining your uniform as Ghost lets go of his stab wound, and he groans loudly as he leans down and grabs his handgun out of his ankle holster. Ghost inhales through his teeth and he shakily aims his handgun, and holds his breath to steady his aim, and he pulls the trigger.

The bullet ripples through the air and rips through the man’s temple, causing him to stumble for a second before crumpling to the ground like a ragdoll. Unfortunately, you follow suit, a loud pained gasp leaving you as you land on your side. Ghost holsters his handgun and he calls your name again, fighting through the pain to quickly crawl over to you, blood trailing him. “Oi, oi—“ Ghost hisses, grabbing your shoulder and forcing you to roll onto your back.

There’s blood caking your uniform so horribly he doesn’t know where your wounds begin. It’s smeared against your neck and face, your eyelids fluttering from the pain. Your lips part and shut multiple times as your mind tries to comprehend what just happened. Ghost calls your name, a loud noise of pain leaving him, one hand pressing against his own wound whilst the other grabs your jaw to keep your head still.

Ghost hears Price shout your name through comms in an angry and panicked tone. “Ghost?? Fuckin’ hell, someone come in!” Ghost pants before he begins to tear the velcro straps off of your vest as he needs to know where you got hurt. He moves his hand off of his own stab wound—he is a bit lightheaded—and he presses down on his radio. “Ghost to Price, we’re both injured. One SW for me, I’m not sure how many for them.” Ghost croaks into the radio, trying to multitask.

“Bloody—where are you two?” Price demands through the radio, sounding a bit breathless. Ghost inhales sharply as he leans over, his body bending the wrong way as he grabs the front of your vent and he grunts loudly as he drags it off of you with one hand. He’s lost a bit of strength with the blood he’s lost. You gasp and grab for Ghost’s wrist as he begins to press down on one of your multiple stab wounds near your vital organs. “Building two, third floor.” Ghost responds with a strained voice. He notices your head rolling back, and you barely hear Ghost yelling.

Don’t let this be the end.

You ended up passing out from pain and blood loss, despite Ghost’s best efforts of keeping you awake. You slowly awakened in a plush setting, slight pain humming through your veins, your throat dry and aching. You twitch, your muscles heavy from not being used for a bit. You hear a monitor or two, which gives you an indication you’re in the hospital. Your eyelids fluttered open and luckily, the overhead light in your hospital room was not on. The curtains were drawn open, and the light streamed into the room.

You glanced around, seeing Soap with his journal in his hand, sketching something. It gives you a warm feeling in your gut and you glance over to your other side, seeing Gaz sitting there, holding.. your keys with a little fuzzy thing?

“What’s that?” You croak, causing both Gaz and Soap’s heads to snap to look at you. “Aye, look who’s awake!” Soap exclaims, grinning. He closes his journal and puts it on the ground next to his chair before he grabs a foam cup. Soap brings it to your lips, and you realize it’s water so you greedily gulp it down, the water soothing your throat. Gaz lets out a breath before he scoots closer, the crease in his eyebrows finally relaxing. “It’s nice to see you awake.” Gaz murmurs with a soft smile of his own.

Soap pulls away the cup and sets it back down. “How long was I out?” You question. “What even happened? It’s in sections for me..”

Soap and Gaz share a look before Gaz fiddles with the fuzzy thing in his fingers, your keys clinking around. “You saved Ghost. He was being overpowered and you found him, but uh..” Gaz winces a bit, causing your eyebrows to furrow as bits and pieces begin to flood back to memory. “—But you got injured yourself. Luckily lil’ ol’ LT got off with one stab wound. You? Ya got off with six.”

You blink for a moment. “Oh.” You utter, taking a moment to process that. “You had to have surgery which is why your throat aches so much, the tube.” Gaz explains, putting your keys and the fuzzy thing in your lap. “They said everything should heal normally, but you'll be out of commission for a while.”

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding and you nod, your hand reaching out and grabbing your keys. “And Ghost?” You ask, your tone tight, expecting the worst. “He’s alright,” Soap assures, causing you to look at him now with a look of relief. “He just left a bit ago to get some rest, since he can’t stay and lay hunched over.” Gaz chuckles and you can’t help the smile that appears on your face. You finally look down at the fuzzy thing attached to your keys; it’s a little keychain plushie of a black and white cat. You let out a soft “aww” before looking at Gaz, and then Soap. “Who gave me this?” You ask.

Soap and Gaz share a knowing look—a glance you can’t quite yet decipher—before they shrug and mutter stuff like “i don’t know..” and “no idea” when in fact they watched Ghost, in a wheelchair, wheel himself into the room and grunt for your keys. Soap had wordlessly handed them to the man, and they watched him put on the kitty keychain and made them promise to not tell them he gave it to you.

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justporo · 4 months

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Shooting Stars

A night of star showers is imminent in Baldur's Gate. You couldn't think of a better way to spend it but with Astarion and a sparkling glass of champagne in your hand - and lots of teasing banter- until the first star comes shooting. Because of course: there are wishes to be made and hopefully to be fulfilled.

MASTERLIST | AO3

Author's Note: Time to cook of the 2024 season! I originally wanted to use this for the Winter Challenge as well but eh, I rather wanted to take my time (and I'm happy about it - I'm only getting back in the saddle with writing now, break was very much needed). So have this piece of fluff, that is hopefully something for the soul to kick of this year of writing! This wonderful artwork was done by the lovely @britonell (thank you so much!).

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

Warnings: none, just tooth-rotting fluff

Wordcount: 2,9k

Song: All This And Heaven Too - Florence + The Machine

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“Shit, I think I ripped one of my stockings”, you cursed while you rearranged your seat at the edge of the roof. Astarion relaxedly sitting beside you clicked his tongue and looked judgingly at you - but you knew he was only teasing. The sparkle in his ruby eyes spoke of nothing but affection and admiration as he looked at you and then towards the glittering night sky.

Tonight a shower of shooting stars was supposed to happen. The whole city had been raving about it for days since astronomers had shared the news of the upcoming celestial event. Probably every one who could afford so would be out and about to catch a glimpse of some of nature's magic. And of course - as was custom - to make some wishes and hope for the falling stars to kindly fulfil them.

Some of the stars on the firmament were twinkling already, as if they were shimmying, getting ready to fall out of their sockets and travel across the night sky. To grace all beings below them with their fleeting beauty.

Never had you seen something like this and you had been brimming with excitement from the first moment you had heard about it. You wouldn't want to miss it for the world.

When you had asked Astarion if he wanted to watch the star showers with you he had lifted one eyebrow and given you a kind of condescending if playful smile. Then, when he had answered his voice had dripped with sarcasm: “Oh darling, why would we need to watch some beautiful fallen stars when I already have one right in front of me.”

You had almost barfed onto his feet. Astarion had looked offended.

Then you had lost it so hard laughing that your vampire had needed to hold you up by your elbows so as to not let you slide onto the ground while you suffered from your hysteric fit.

“Astarion, love, you already have me - you can scrap the cheesy lines - please?”, you had pressed out through laughter and buried your face in his chest while Astarion had pouted a bit more about your snide remarks regarding his flirting techniques.

Of course, he hadn’t stopped. In fact, he’d made it a game over the next couple of days to come up with even much worse lines while you always desperately tried to keep it together.

“But darling, all my wishes have come true already with you by my side.”

“Love, I believe the night's cancelled. All stars are already in your eyes.”

“Oh, my heart, I’ve already fallen hard for you, why would you need another star?”

They got progressively worse the longer he kept going - and incredibly less inventive.

But of course you were still swooning on the inside, at least a little. Because after all, how couldn't you? Knowing that Astarion was indeed in love with you and that he really meant his words. Well, once you scraped all the gooey honey off it. What lay beneath was very sweet and much less sickening.

This game of his had gone on for several days until the night had finally arrived - and until even Astarion had almost run out of stupid pick-up lines.

The both of you had decided to dress up, just for the hell of it. This being one of the things you had adopted quickly from Astarion: indulging yourself, taking care of yourself and dressing for yourself - and for him of course, because you could never get enough of the stunned looks he threw you.

You were in a dress that Astarion had gifted you some time back and that was embroidered by the man himself. And the vampire in a finely stitched doublet that made him look positively regal and smoking. There was a fair amount of staring happening from both sides, hopefully not distracting from the actual event later on.

Then with lots of giggles from your side and terrible cursing from Astarion you had climbed onto the roof of your little Baldurian townhouse. This man could never do anything without commenting on it. When you had pointed out as much, he had narrowed his eyes at you and looked tempted to drag you down the small ladder again that led up to the roof. But you had swiftly moved out of his reach with a cackle - not without also making sure to give him a good view of your behind first by deliberately swishing open the slit in your skirt.

Carefully, you had scattered towards the edge over the old shingles then, until you could carefully settle down.

Obviously not carefully enough though since you feared that the delicate sheer fabric covering your slender legs might have been torn on a sharp edge when you had sat down. But it didn’t really matter. Astarion had already promised he’d rip these stockings off you (together with the set of naughty underwear you’d chosen specifically for him) with his teeth later in the night. Really, you were just presenting an opening for your eager lover.

With another curse under his breath, the vampire sat down beside you although he did so elegantly and immediately evoked the image of a lounging cat. The grace of the rogue really was unmatched.

You leaned back on your hands and angled one leg, putting it up on the edge while the other dangled over thin air. Astarion almost mirrored you with the way he seemed to sit comfortably there, leaning back, legs slightly spread and hanging over the edge while he observed the glittering night sky.

“Love, that’s no way to sit for a lady”, Astarion teased you with a promising grin while he eyed your angled leg, clad in nothing but a gauzy stocking, adorned with a delicate lace rim at the very top of your thigh - which was almost completely on display for him.

You angled your head at him and swayed your leg a little so the slit allowed for an even better view of your leg - careful to only tease for later.

“Good thing I am not a lady then”, you replied to your vampire, tongue in cheek.

“Oh yes, my love, it’s for the best. The way I’d single handedly ruin your reputation later tonight would be scandalous,” Astarion replied while he devoured you with his eyes from under his brows. In his head you could bet he was already letting his teeth graze over the delicate skin of your inner thigh. Oh, it would be a night to behold.

You laughed softly, throwing your head back. But then you let your leg softly fall onto the other, giving at least the illusion of decency again.

You grinned at the vampire, the vampire grinned back with promise.

Nothing would ever come close to this, to being with him: the playful banter, the easy companionship, the intense intimacy. You hummed contentedly while you slowly ripped your loving gaze of Astarion and let it wander over your surroundings.

Below you the streets of the Upper City seemed to fill up with the whole population of Baldur’s Gate. Of course everyone wanted the best sight of the night sky - and Upper just had the best spots. And what a good thing that you still had the vantage point even with all those people trying to find a neat stargazing spot.

Idle chatter drifted up towards you. People had brought food and drinks and a continuous hum of anticipation filled the cold night air, but you barely even noticed. For you there was merely your soulmate and you up on the roof of your home.

Behind you you had two crystal glasses waiting to be filled with some bubbling champagne Astarion had insisted upon. “If you’re going to make me sit up on some godsforsaken rooftop during wintertime only to crane your neck at the night sky you can look up at every night, I might as well bring a drink”, he’d said and rolled his eyes while he had grabbed not one, but two of the expensive bottles. You had simply shrugged - you wouldn’t say no if drinks were involved. And since you had figured out that it had been nearly half a year already since most everything had been dealt with, you felt it was only appropriate to celebrate this fact with a drink.

The vampire had whole-heartedly agreed when you had told him your observation. Astarion, of course, had been very well aware of that even before. He hadn’t stopped counting the days since his life had taken a turn for the better and, perhaps, he never would.

Up on the roof the rogue now procured his dagger, threw it up to flip it artfully and only then - when he was sure that he had your full attention - he took the first bottle with a sly grin. And then, in his histrionic manner, he swished the sharp blade up along the curve of the bottle neck and cleanly took off the head along with the cork.

Champagne immediately started foaming out of the bottle and Astarion was quick to grab the crystal glasses, both in one hand, and elegantly pour you each a glass of sparkling wine.

Somewhere below you heard someone yelp - apparently Astarion had unconsciously managed to hit someone with his display of skill. You looked down and saw an older gentleman rub the back of his head and turn towards you.

Quickly grabbing Astarion’s arm to make him pull back with you, you dragged up your legs with a giggle, hoping you could hide from the unwilling target. The vampire grinned broadly at you while he kept pouring - that little rascal.

You had to be honest though that you’d been quite impressed with the display of this dextrous if wholly unnecessary talent. It was after all very fitting for the flamboyant elf. But your adoration must have shown because the vampire was grinning proudly at you as he handed you a glass.

Time to get his ego in check again before it became too massive.

“Where’d you learn that?”, you asked after you had clinked glasses with him. “Rich prick academy?”

Astarion almost snorted into the glass he’d been taking a sip from. He recovered quickly though. “Not my fault they taught you neither that nor manners, you insolent little thing.” He clicked his tongue and took another sip of bubbly.

You waited until he had lifted up the drink filled flute to slap his arm.

His drink sloshed, some spilling onto him.

The look of that combined with too much force you had used to get back at him almost made you lose your balance. You screeched, gripping your glass as if it could stop you from falling.

But thankfully Astarion quickly grabbed your wrist with roguish reflexes, pulling you back and thus prohibiting you from falling off.

Your heart was racing from the sudden rush of adrenaline. The vampire was only laughing as you recovered from your self-inflicted fright. And you hadn’t even drunk a single drop of alcohol yet. So you made to catch up and lifted the crystal to your lips.

“Darling, don’t break your back falling off this rooftop, yes?” Astarion said, choosing this exact moment to break the silence again. “I have way better options to achieve that if you should insist upon it, my heart.”

You choked on the prickling drink and started coughing. Immediately, you were almost ready to push that bastard again, risking falling off once more. Astarion in the meantime smirked smugly at you while drinking his champagne in peace now.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time”, you croaked pathetically after barely being able to talk again. Somehow you seemed to draw the short end of the stick fairly often when it came to trying to out-sass the pale elf. But he had more than 200 years on you with that - give or take. You’d get back at him one of those days.

The bickering went on for some more back and forth until you had each downed your first glass, then a second while you were both laughing profusely and you started to feel the alcohol make your mind a little hazy.

Astarion refilled the glasses once more and you just kept talking - about everything and nothing. It was always so easy to just spend time with each other. It almost felt like you had been together a whole eternity already, in the best way imaginable.

“So, what are you wishing for?”, you asked Astarion emboldened by the alcohol while you were working on emptying your next glass of champagne.

The vampire inclined his head towards you and softly shook his head in disappointment: “Love, have they truly taught you nothing? You’re not supposed to tell or it won’t come true!” He softly clicked his tongue while you stuck out yours towards him. You kept looking at him in anticipation - but he was firm on not losing a word on the matter.

After a while you gave up with a dramatic sigh and gulped down the rest of liquid in your glass. Neither pouting at him, bribing him or even offering another glance of your precariously clothed legs seemed to work.

You though knew exactly what things you’d be wishing for: for him and you to be happy - that was the most important thing, to find a way to allow Astarion to walk in the sun again, a long and happy life for all your friends you hadn’t seen in a while now, to have things stay like this forever or at least to be able to always come back to moments like these.

You really deeply hoped this would stay with you: the unconditional love, the deep trust, the easiness with which the two of you spent your days and nights now with each other.

Some time ago you had feared that once the permanent tension of your adventuring days was over there wouldn’t be much left for you. That Astarion would just realise that you were barely more than a former street kid and thief - and pretty much boring beyond that.

But it hadn’t been like that. Quite the opposite: every day seemed to make the vampire fall harder for you. And you knew that was surely true from your side. It was like every time you looked at him another small piece of your heart was permanently handed to the vampire who you trusted fully to handle it gently. And perhaps the same was true for Astarion’s undead and unbeating heart in his chest.

You kept gazing at him and enjoyed just listening to him talk beside you while you sipped on your drink. The wind was drifting through both your hair, pulling some light strands of your hair with it while it merely tugged softly on the rogue’s curls. His side profile was sharply illuminated by silver moon light, pronouncing his straight nose, sharp cheekbones. And not to forget his ruby red eyes that always caught when you were staring at him and then sparkled in delight.

You could just spend eternity with moments like these.

Astarion was currently telling you about a book of poetry he was reading at the moment, looking up at the moon and the stars with a slight smile on his lips when a murmur started to move through the crowd below you.

Both of your ears perked up a little as the people became louder. And then when someone even screeched and you saw someone pointing up at the night sky as you leaned forward you realised what it must mean: shooting stars.

Your head snapped up and you caught a movement out of the corner of your eye, just the disappearing tail of a star racing across the darkness. With a gasp you grabbed Astarion’s shoulder without looking to get his attention. The vampire immediately complained but was silenced when another falling star shot across the sky - this time clearly visible for both of you.

The people below were buzzing in excitement now, loud “oohs” and “aaahs” were heard in the chill winter night as the stars become more and more frequent until bright white curves of sparkles were drawn across the sky every few seconds.

Your eyes widened as you beheld the wondrous event in front of you, completely entranced by what was happening. Truly a magic that was unmatched in beauty, a spell woven over everyone that was lucky enough to catch sight of it even for only a moment.

The vampire observed the falling stars with you for a long while before he slowly turned to you.

Astarion looked at you, still fully smitten by stars falling from the sky, eyes wide and shining, lips parted slightly.. He drank it all in: the wonder in your eyes, your beautiful face, the love. You see the latter reflected on his face when your gaze flicked to the vampire and back up to the sky to not miss a single star.

But Astarion’s gaze kept lingering upon you. Not wanting to ever forget even the most miniscule of details of this moment while sparks of light kept dancing over your face and your ever broadening smile.

He hadn’t lied, calling you his star.

Because his biggest wish, although always unspoken, had already been fulfilled.

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 7 months

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Can we have a drabble with gaz pinning on K9 handler reader and her giant dog just being like 👁👄👁 everytime

—Him, Her, and the Dog

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╰┈➤ ❝ [The woes of pining after a woman whose deadly K9 looks like it hates his guts.] ❞

“He doesn’t bite,” you ease out with a smile to the thin-lipped Sergeant from One-Four-One.

“Well, you say that now, Sweetheart,” the man eases out, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “But he’s watchin’ me like I’m a damn piece of meat.”

“It’s just his face, Sergeant Garrick,” your chuckle wafts over the tarmac, tilting your head as the leash lays lax in your hand. Connected to it, the seek and muscled body of Teddy, your MWD, stays still. His black and tan hide shines in the light, hiding deadly muscle underneath. “He’s really not that bad.”

“Then why isn’t he bloody blinking?”

The Belgian Malinois is sitting, tail loose behind him and his tongue lolling—but the man was right, his deep chestnut eyes were utterly unblinking on the tall form of Kyle Garrick. It wasn’t surprising to you—Teddy had that quirk; he watched people. You couldn’t count how many times you’d woken up at night to find him in his kennel staring you down for no other reason than he wanted to.

You smile at the Sergeant as he frowns.

“Would you just come over here?” Garrick raises a brow slowly, arms crossing over his chest. “You said you had to talk to me, remember.”

“Didn’t know we’d have an audience.” The grumble meets your ears.

“Teddy goes where I go,” you remind him, rolling your eyes and taking the incentive to step forward—the animal immediately stuck at your hip and turning his attention up to you as he mirrors your pace.

Gaz sighs, pushing down his slight nerves as you both get closer.

There was no question as to whether he had a little crush on you, a prominent K9 handler; everyone could see the way he watched your form, and eyes don’t lie. He’d tried to ask you out before—a few times—but there had always been your…shadow.

Teddy, short for Teddy Bear.

The dog.

The black and tan missile that could rip throats and was always watching Kyle like he’d personally murdered his bloodline. It was safe to say any propositions of dating had dried on his tongue when the canine locked his unblinking gaze with his.

“There,” you ease out, stopping a few feet away. “That better?”

Gaz chuckles quietly, not looking down at Teddy as the dog’s backside once more hits the ground. “Do you want my honest answer, Ma’am?”

“Will it hurt my feelings?”

“Well, not yours—his,” the Brit quirks a smirk, “maybe.”

You snort and set one of your arms on your hip, the other going to pet Teddy in between his ears. The beast pants and licks at his muzzle, eyes darting up to you before slowly moving back to the Sergeant.

“I think you should pet him, Gaz,” your voice brings him back to the conversation, his eyelids blinking at you.

“Ah,” he laughs, shaking his head, “Negative. I’m fond of my hands.”

“And I’m fond of company when I bring Teddy on walks.” Your sly flirting makes Kyle’s jaw slacken for a moment, eyes slightly widening. “Pet him, and I’ll show you my favorite trail.”

It’s a minute before the man is able to slot his jaw back in place, clearing his throat firmly before his face heats under the skin.

“...That was smooth, Ma’am.” You smirk.

“I was waiting for you to ask, but I guess you needed me to throw you a bone.” Gaz chuckles lowly at the joke, glancing down at Teddy as he itches at his cheek.

“Alright, yeah, yeah, I know.” He bends down to rest on the balls of his feet. “Didn’t think you’d noticed that if I’m bein’ honest.”

“I’m not blind, Garrick.” Teddy stares him down and you click your tongue, Kyle holding out a hand for him to smell. “Nor stupid.”

A wet nose moves out and sniffs, the puffs felt over his skin. Brown eyes glance at you.

“That obvious?”

You smile teasingly. “Incredibly, Sergeant.”

“Shit.” Your laugh meets his ears and his embarrassment overshadows how Teddy shoves his narrow head under Kyle’s hand, panting happily with a wagging tail.

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 2 months

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(Dark! LC) - Date Gone Wrong

Pairing: Dark Luke Castellan x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female reader

WARNINGS: Consensual Oral (f receiving); Implied Future Noncon.

I've been posting way too much (my drafts are crying right now) but since it's Friday I HAVE to post something. So here it is, enjoy 😊

His lips sucked around your glistening pearl, tongue lapping at you with steady strokes.

Your hands gripped the thin picnic sheet underneath you, fingers bunching the fabric as the coil in your lower belly tightened.

“I told you it’d feel good.” Luke’s raspy voice sent vibrations through your core and your body shuddered at the pleasant feeling, a shaky breath exiting your lips. “It’s gonna feel even better soon, trust me.”

It was strange to be in such an intimate position with Luke - your crop top bunched on your chest while your shorts and panties were somewhere thrown around the wet grass of the clearing, the camp counselor with his head buried in your pussy.

You certainly hadn’t expected him to ask you out, especially considering you had recently broken-up with your long-time boyfriend.

But your siblings insisted you needed to relax and have a fun time, and you quickly found yourself agreeing to it. You had expected some shallow kisses to take place, maybe even a bit of touching over the clothes but you were far from imagining Luke to deliciously attack your pussy like this, even though you were adamant on taking things slowly.

A whiny gasp left your lifts as his ministrations turned more insistent, more intense as if he was hell bent on making you come right there, right now and you soon felt yourself melting into the fire that was growing in your core, lips parted as you struggled to inhale properly.

It only took a few more moments for you to completely fall apart, fireworks exploding inside you as the orgasm runned over you, leaving you satisfied and limp.

You felt lighter, all tension leaving your muscles as you laid with your eyes closed, the peaceful nighttime sounds of trees and crickets bringing relaxation to you.

“Told you I was gonna make you feel good.” Luke’s cocky words have you smiling and he pressed a light kiss on your sensitive clit.

He laughs at your pout, the harmonious sound soaring through the quiet air.

You were jolted out of your blissful stupor when the clicking sounds of a belt being opened reached your ears, causing you to open your eyes instantly.

When you looked down, your heart sinked at the sight of Luke between your legs, undoing his pants. You pushed your elbows to elevate your body before pulling your legs up and away from him.

“Luke, stop.” your voice came out borderline hysterical, red flags and warning bells ringing in your head at the rushed actions, “I’m not- I didn’t come for that.”

Luke barely paid you any attention, his focus concentrated on pulling out the belt and pants.

The panic builded inside you and your eyes frantically searched for the discarded pieces of clothing, hoping to at least find your shorts.

“Luke, I’m not doing this.”

The sound of a plastic package being ripped terrified you and in the spur of the moment, your body moved on its own accord, moving to push yourself on your feet.

A second later, you were forcefully being pulled back, the wind being knocked out of your body as your back met the ground with a thud.

“Luke, stop!”

Luke ignored you, hand wrapped around your ankle as he tugged you towards him. The gloomy moonlight sent little help for you to see, but the smirk on Luke’s face was clear as day.

It made you feel helpless, tears pooling in your eyes as you writhed to free yourself.

“Luke..”

“We were having fun earlier, right? You’ve had your turn.” he said, aggressively dragging all of your body in his direction. “Now it’s mine.”

His hands came for your wrists, securing them in his hold despite your attempts to push and kick him off you.

“Luke, please, please.” you begged with loud sobs, aiming a failed kick to his groin that Luke easily dodged. “I’m gonna tell everyone about this if you don’t stop.”

Your threat doesn’t repercussionate the desired effect and Luke only chuckled.

“Think that’s gonna stop me? No one would believe you, you know.” he twisted your wrist meanly, drawing a screech from you, “They’d think you’re crazy. That you mistook me for someone else.”

Luke pushed all of his weight to your body, his legs settling between yours after he punctured a mean kneeling to your thigh.

“They’d say it was dark. That you didn’t even see who did it in this pitch black darkness. That you imagined it was me. That some other boy caught you after I left.”

You felt the air escaping, feeling suffocated underneath his oppressive weight. Luke wasn’t heavy but in the current circumstances, it felt as if he was a brick of cement, and you slowly allowed your body to go limp, feeling utterly tired of fighting off Luke when in the end you wouldn’t come out victorious.

The reality of what was going to happen sinking in, the tears increasing and blurring your vision in the slightest.

“And then everyone will forget about you. About your little accident. As if it never happened. But you and I will know.”

In such constricted proximity, the scar on his right cheek felt more prominent than ever, like he was an animal.

A predator that had finally gotten his claws on the prey.

“It’s okay, don’t cry. You’ll enjoy this.” he assured you, his hand and a shiver ran down your spine when something warm and leaking touched your inner thigh.

"I know you will.”

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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hmm, what would guys do if they saw y/n pleasing herself? I mean, there are many reasons for this, because each of them disappears for a while, they come too tired and sometimes only have time to wash and prepare for a new mission.

Aaaahhh loved this request, thank you!!☺️🩷

If I missed anyone you'd like to see just lmk and I can edit them in.

A/N: I feel like I write way too much smut🤣

141 + König Walking in On Fem! Partner Pleasing Herself

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Warnings: smut, mutual maturation, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), swearing, FILTH

Simon Ghost Riley-

Simon had been on deployment for a little over two months.

You got yourself comfortable on your bed and stripped from the waist down, leaving you bare. Your hand made its way down your abdomen and stopped just before your pelvic bone.

Closing your eyes, you let your thoughts drift to Simon. Taking your lower lip into your teeth, you let your hand graze your heat and let out a soft whimper. You trailed your finger through your soft folds, and started to rub circles into your clit.

You slipped a finger into your core and started fingering yourself with fervor. Your mind wandered to Simon yet again. The image of his sculpted torso and strong arms holding you as he fucked you senseless filled your brain.

"Simon." You moaned, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Must say, what a fuckin' sight to come home to." Simon's gruff voice sounded from the door.

You immediately stopped what you were doing and sat up, cheeks aflame with embarrasment. "Simon! You're home!"

Simon only nodded and set his bag on the ground beside him as he leaned against the door frame. "Don't stop on my account, love. I was enjoying the show."

You bit your lip seductively and laid back down onto the sheets behind you. Holding eye contact with him, you spread your legs further to give him a better view of your cunt. Using your index finger, you slowly started to rub up and down your heat, collecting the juices that had accumulated there.

His mouth dropped open, and a low groan sounded from him as he watched you bring the finger to your mouth and wrap your lips around it, cleaning your arousal from it.

"Bloody fucking hell." He ripped his pants down, putting his hard cock on display for you. He made his way over to the bed and climbed over top of you. "You're a fucking minx."

He pressed up on the underside of your thighs and pinned them back so that your knees were on either side of your head.

He pressed an open mouth kiss to your core before sheathing himself fully into your cunt with no warning.

He groaned loudly as you were tight walls squeezed around his length and started to snap his hips into you at a deliciously fast pace.

Your mind went blank as he pounded into you, your hands finding solace on his shoulder blades as they squeezed the flesh there.

He made sure that night, that you'd never need to please yourself again when he was around.

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

You were in the shower, desperate to rid yourself of the growing pool of heat between your thighs.

Johnny had come home a few hours ago from a long mission and immediately passed out on the couch. You'd gotten yourself excited, as it's usually custom for the two of you to have sex shortly after Johnny walked in the door.

He was so tired, though, and you couldn't blame him for falling asleep. But now here you were, horny beyond belief, and weren't able to think of anything but your own release.

You hesitantly grabbed the shower head and lifted it off its holder. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back on the cold tile, as you turned the water pressure up slightly, then moved the head toward your aching cunt.

You let out a small gasp as the water hit your clit, the heat mixed with the pressure had your eyes rolling back.

You started to slowly move the shower head up and down your heat, as little whimpers continued to emit from your lips.

"Couldn't wait for me, eh, lass?" You heard a chuckle from outside the shower curtain.

You dropped the shower head instantly and peered around the curtain to see Johnny standing with a wicked smile on his face.

"I'm, I'm so sorry." You bit your lip nervously. In all your years together, he'd never caught you pleasing yourself, and you weren't sure if he was upset with you.

"Oh, do not apologize for that. I could listen to those sounds all day." He stripped his shirt off and discarded his pants as he spoke. You let your eyes drift to his midsection, where you could see he was rock hard. "Left my baby hanging, tis only fair I help her out, don't you think?"

You let out a whine at his words and nodded your head eagerly.

He stepped into the shower and turned you so that you were facing the shower wall. A harsh smack came down on your ass as you felt the tip of his cock teasing at your soaked folds. "Be a good girl, yeah? Let me fuck you good."

He bit into the apex of your shoulder blade as he pushed himself into you with a loud groan. He started out at brisk pace, pulling his cock out and ramming it back into you, leaving him, and you breathless.

It was long into the night before he was done with you, the shower head being long forgotten.

König-

You had barely seen your boyfriend König all day. He'd been running around base, being pulled in every direction, and you'd not gotten the chance to talk to him at all.

You found yourself in your private quarters, aching for a way to relieve some of your stress. You'd laid down on your bed and let your hand find its way to your core, letting a small groan out at the contact.

You'd been sexually frustrated for a few days now but didn't have the heart to bother König about it. He was insanely busy, and you didn't want to be a burden with it.

You slid off your sweats, and your hand slipped into the fabric of your underwear. You started lightly toying with your clit, before running your fingers up and down your slit.

Your other hand flew under your shirt, and started massaging your breast, as you slipped a slender finger inside your cunt.

You were so lost in the moment that you hadn't heard König enter the room.

"Schat?" Königs soft voice echoed through the room.

Your eyes flew open, and saw Königs eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Kö, baby I.." Your words stopped short, as you were unsure of what to say.

"Have....have I not been satisfactory in bed?" You could hear his voice breaking slightly.

"What? Oh my gosh, Kö, that's not it at all!" You immediately waved away the notion, appalled that he would even think that. "I just... you seemed so busy, and I didn't want to bother you.."

Königs looked visibly relieved at your words as he let out the breath he was holding in. "I see."

He slowly began to undress himself and started to crawl toward you on the bed. "You can always come and get me, Maus, understood?"

You nodded your head meekly as you watched him spread your legs apart, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Now, tell me what you want." He said before placing a kiss to the inside of your leg.

"You. Anything from you." You whimpered.

A dark chuckle emitted from him as he fully removed his sniper hood. He gave you a small nod before shoving his face in between your thighs.

He flicked his tongue back and forth lazily on your clit, while exhaling deeply into your heat. He moved your thighs over his shoulders, giving him better access to your cunt. He looked over at the vibrator you had laying next to you, and a small smirk formed on his lips, as he grabbed it.

"Want to make you feel good, Engel." He whispered as he slipped two fingers into your pussy, scissoring his fingers against your velvet walls. He returned his mouth to your clit, and continued flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud.

Your hands moved to grasp his hair, pulling on it harshly. He let out a loud moan into your heat before picking up the pace with his fingers, as he began to pump them in and out of your soaked core.

It wasn't long before you became a babbling mess underneath him, as nothing could ever compare to his touch.

John Price-

John had told you he'd be coming home late, as he still had a bunch of stuff to finish up on base. With John, late could either mean he wouldn't be coming home at all, or he'd not come home til the wee hours of the morning.

You'd been desperate for release all day. You were hoping that he'd come home on time today, but the cards were not in your favor.

It wasn't often that you pleased yourself, especially with how high of a sex drive John had, but it was times like these where you were desperate to find your release, even if it meant by your own hand.

You were sitting on the leather couch in his home office, when you started to roll your clit in between your fingers. You cried out softly as you picked up your movements, your eyes fluttering shut. You traced your finger along your folds and dipped two of your fingers into your aching hole.

Your soft moans filled the room as you fingered yourself with determination. You let your mind wander to John and started to pretend that your fingers were his, which allowed you to draw closer to your orgasm before a throat cleared in the room.

You instinctively removed your fingers from your core and opened your eyes. You were met with John's dark eyes and a bemused expression on his face.

"I didn't tell you to stop, did I."

"John, I..." You fumbled for words as John moved to his knees in front of you, his face dangerously close to your pussy.

"Go on then, show Daddy how you please yourself when he's not around."

You whimpered as he slapped your inner thigh but continued to do as he said. You were rubbing vigorously at your clit, your legs trembling with the pace you'd set.

Price watched in awe as you started to come undone by your own hand, his cock begging to be freed from his trousers, but this was your time. He wanted to watch you cum before he thought of his own release.

As you neared your orgasm, your strokes became languid, and your legs started to quake. With one final stroke, your orgasm tore through you, as you let out a silent scream, and thrashed on the couch.

Price moved to steady your legs before looking at you with a devilish grin. "Look at the mess you made, baby girl."

He stroked a finger between your sopping, sensitive folds. He held eye contact with you as he brought the finger to his mouth and sucked with an obscene noise. "Be a good girl, and let daddy clean it up."

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

It was late into the night, and you found yourself tossing and turning, unable to sleep. You felt a familiad aching in your core, and you were beyond horny. Kyle was asleep peacefully next to you, and you didn't have the heart to wake up.

Not wanting to move off the bed, you slipped your panties off and grabbed your vibrator from your bedside table. Kyle was a heavy sleeper, so you weren't too worried about waking him as you turned on the vibrator.

You bit your bottom lip to prevent a low moan from emitting as you pressed the vibrator against your clit. You threw your head back on the pillow behind you, continuing the languid back and forth motion with your hand.

"Babe?" Kyle asked, his voice still stained with sleep. He looked over to find an endearing sight. "Watcha doing there?"

Turning off the vibrator, you threw it to your table before covering yourself. "I was um...I was..."

"Enjoying yourself it looked like. Why don't you keep going? Was rather enjoying watching." Kyle pulled his boxers down, letting his hardened dick spring free. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and started pumping himself lazily. You watched he drew his thumb across the precum forming at his tip, before returning back to fist his cock.

You moaned at the sight and grabbed your vibrator, returning it to its place along your bundle of nerves. You rubbed your clit with it, matching the pace of Kyle's strokes, never taking your eyes off of him. The sight of him jerking himself off had to be the hottest thing you'd think you'd ever seen.

Needless to say, you ended up sleeping like a baby that night.

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 1 month

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Familiar Faces

Tech x Reader

Summary- Techs death was not a reality you were ready for, you relied so much on his love. After months of grief, you find he might not actually be dead.

A/N- SPOILERS FOR TBB SEASON 3 EP 7. I know nothing is confirmed about Tech, but watching this newest episode has got my brain working overtime with fic ideas!

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The cart creaked across the rail line, sending shivers down your spine. There wasn't much keeping all of you up. Inches from falling thousands of feet to your death. The clouds didn't help either, you couldn't see anything.

You fired away, missing most of the time. Everything was happening so fast. A mission gone wrong. Your thoughts were stopped by Hunter's yelling.

"Three ships inbound!" He informs, even when you saw nothing in the sky- you trusted him. He knew better than any of you.

Shortly you heard them coming, the roar of the engines were loud. Soon followed by it's blaster's shaking the cart.

"Tech we need power!" Hunter commands. You work on pure adrenaline and fire at the ships closing in.

One of them is shot down, but not before it knocks out one of the support hooks. You feel the ground shift down, leaning.

Like a breath of fresh air, you hear Tech's voice. Him yelling back "Echo, Now!" was enough to calm you.

"We're online!" Echo retorts. You can't help your grin rising. Finally, things were looking up.

Though, you didn't need Hunter to tell you three more ships were headed your way.

"Tech, hurry." You called out.

You and Omega blasted at one of the new ships, effectively destroying its wing. It crashed down in a black smoke.

From this black smoke a fourth ship came. It was too quick- it shot at Tech, who was still running towards you. He gave a yelp as he fell off the support beam.

Your eyes widened as you gasped, body craning to try and see him. He had a hard landing, but was standing to his feet on the falling compartment of the cart.

It rumbled and shook, about to crash down.

You ran to the back of the cart, trying to get closer. "Tech!" You watched in horror as he tripped back with the rest of the detached pieces.

His grappling hook barely caught onto a stray metal piece. His body bounced back at the tension. "Don't move! I'll pull you up." You tried to reach his line, but it seemed impossible without everyone toppling over into the abyss.

"I-I can't reach!" You called over comms.

"I will climb up, do not risk falling over." You nodded at this, forgetting he couldn't see you. He was more worried for you than himself.

"Come on Tech, hurry!" Wrecker booms, coming over to see what the status was.

You could feel Tech roll his eyes, "I am climbing as fast as I can!"

His grunts break your heart, he panted as he tried to pull himself up. Storm troopers still fired all around you. One of the blast forcing Tech to fall even further.

"Tech!" This time it came from Omega. Your heart was beating too fast to think and speak. You were so worried.

"Why aren't we moving?" Hunter asks Echo. "The cart is being ripped from the back."

The very cart Tech was holding on to for dear life.

You frantically looked to Hunter. "Wrecker, get him on board!" He instructs.

"No, you're too big." You push past Wrecker to take a step on the falling cart.

It creaked loudly, almost giving out. "NO! Don't!" Tech yells up at you. Your eyes connect through the ripped metal. "Any shift in weight could send both of these carts over."

Incoming ships shoot at Techs line, he dropped down again.

"You must sever the connection hinge. Now!" Tech says.

Your face falls. "Are you crazy! No, you'll go over!" Tears welled up in your eyes. There had to be another way.

Another creak and shift. You were almost thrown over by the rocking.

Tech gave out a heavy sigh. This time he spoke gentle, saying your name. "There is no time..."

"Tech, please no!" You begged. He pulled out his blaster, not looking away from you. He was going to sever the connection himself.

"No!" You screamed, desperate. Your tears were falling faster than ever.

"Plan 99... I love you" He started. With a deep breath you yelled, "Don't you dare!"

"You can't! Please!" You sobbed, still trying to get closer. You heard Wrecker straining behind you, he was trying to hold the falling cart up.

"When have we ever followed orders?"

A shot rang out, he fell.

A piercing scream erupted. You almost didn't recognize that it was your own.

Your instincts kicked in and you tried to leap down, like you could still save him somehow. Wrecker was too fast and caught you, his arm throwing you back into the safe cart.

"No, NO let me go!" You tried to fight off Wrecker, but he was far too strong. He pinned you down easily.

You were hysterical, arms wailing at anyone who kept you from jumping after him. Later, when you were thinking straight- you'd thank them.

"He's gone, he's gone!" You sobbed out, devastated. Your screams filled the air, shocking a few storm troopers close by.

Echo wired the cart to start moving and get everybody to safety.

That was months ago. Just the thought could bring you to tears. You had lost everything you felt the reason to live for. He was your everything. His incompetence for social queues, his punctual speech, his stupidly intelligent brain. All of it was yours, and now it was all gone.

A deep depression fell over you, the only thing driving you was Hunter and Wrecker. They inspired you how hard they fought for Omega. It warmed your heart in your worst times.

It hurt immensely when you heard his name, but it got easier to get out of bed. It got easier to smile again.

Eventually, you reconnected with Omega and started defending Crosshair. Something that was typically Tech's job... You knew you had to take on more responsibilities and make up for the time you were down.

You constantly wondered if Tech would be proud of you.

You and the rest of The Batch found yourselves helping Rex, then... escaping with Rex. An enemy assassin leading the Empire to us.

The nine of you hurried down a secret passage way, to a leach vessel.

The soft clicks of the steps soothed you in some wicked way, even when everyone was running for their lives.

"Stop!" Crosshair yelled out. You turned to look at him, he took a few steps back to look out a carved hole in the stone. "They are coming..."

Just then, a shot rang out. Another assassin hung from the inner walls.

Crosshair ducked behind the wall, "Go, I'll handle it."

The rest of the squad moved down, but you stayed. "I'll help."

That was until you peaked around the hole, getting a glimpse of the man. A rush a deja vu consumed you. Your breath quickened. Why was this man so familiar?

You pushed it down, you had already let your feelings get the best of you too many times. It can't happen again. You fired at him, Crosshair backing you up.

Crosshair put an explosive at the end of his shotgun, catching the man off guard. It threw him off the wall. The two of you headed to the ship.

A blast to the ship sent all of you crashing down. You briefly heard Rex sending Echo a message about an extraction.

Commotion ensued, but it all ended with you falling and getting a bad headache. Your helmet did not do much to cushion the hit.

The rest of the team was briefly recovering from the crash as well, but you had to get a move on.

"We've got attack shuttles inbound." Hunter noted.

"This way." Rex lead.

You traveled on foot in the woods, trying to lose the storm troopers. Fighting them off was light work. One however, stood out from the rest.

Crosshair proved your suspicions when he frantically turned around, gun raised.

"What is it?" Hunter questioned. He got his answer when the assassin shot at us.

With our numbers down and the assassin having the upper hand, Crosshair suggested "I'll draw his fire out. Get to the rendezvous."

You heard Omegas small voice through comms, "I don't like that idea..."

"Too bad." He responds, already crouched behind a rock to fire.

Looking at Omegas worried gaze, "Go, I'll make sure he doesn't get himself killed."

Omega nods at you, then joins Hunter's side. Crosshair just grunts in acknowledgement.

In truth, Crosshair didn't need you. Though, you both knew that Omega needed the peace of you fighting with him. Two verses one had much better odds.

You heard Rex commanding the rest of the squad to move out. You and Crosshair pursued the assassin.

He gave out hand signals, letting you know he was above you. You nodded, sneaking around.

The assassin saw you easily, perfect. He was distracted just enough for Crosshair to get a hit on him, knocking his balance off.

Your face dropped when the assassin recovered in record time, it was like he hadn't even been hit. He now caught you by surprise when he shot at your hand, you lost your weapon. Damn. All you had left was a blade, which you now grasped.

To your dismay, Crosshair had already taunted the assassin away from you. No doubt on purpose.

It took you a minute to find them, Crosshair had followed him to a waterfall. One with rapids at the bottom. The booming of the current was distracting.

You crouched down, keeping a low profile. Crosshair and the assassin fought vigorously. When you saw an opportunity, you jumped.

You tried to get your blade around his neck or at least cut his suit. The assassin was stunned for a second, giving Crosshair time to recover.

The man disarmed you, overpowering you in strength. You fell back with a thud, your helmet flying off. You scrambled to stand, but was forced to stay down because of a stray blast. It just missed your head.

The assassin seemed to know every single move Crosshair made. Like, he had studied Crosshair's fighting technique multiple ways, There was only one man who you knew did that, and he was dead.

The stranger knocked Crosshair to his knees, a gun to his head.

The man now looked to you, ready to dispose of you as well.

You sat up, but did nothing to fight back- fear of him shooting Crosshair.

He however, stopped in his tracks. You just stared, confused. He looked to you, maybe in disbelief?

He, not moving his gaze, stunned Crosshair. You were in shock that he didn't kill him... The thud of Crosshairs body made you jump.

You slowly rose to your feet, you somehow didn't feel threatened by the man anymore.

Now that you stepped closer to him, he stepped back. He seemed to be fighting with himself... Throwing his blaster as far as he could away.

His hands moved to grip the sides of his head, in pain. He stumbled back, head barred down. With a loud 'thud' he fell on his rear.

He scratched at his helmet, trying to take it off. Something inside of him wouldn't let him. He was in turmoil with himself.

Did you feel pity for the man? You slightly shook your head, baffled at what you saw. He was so vulnerable now, you should have killed him for what he did to Crosshair. At least Stun him.

You couldn't find it in yourself. He looked so confused with himself, so conflicted. Your heart wrenched, but why?

Your own actions shocked you, stepping closer to him. You lowered yourself to your knees, inches away. You were skeptical but determined.

He stopped his frantic movements when your hands moved to his head. He let you do as you pleased, frozen in place.

You kept your eyes on him as you gently lifted his helmet. You only got it up enough to see the mans eyes, a deep brown. That and his face structure was enough to tell you who it was.

The face you spent hours drooling over, embarrassing stares caught at, nights laying with. The very face you saw fall thousands of feet down to a cloudy abyss.

You gasped loudly, scrambling back. No, NO. It wasn't him. It couldn't be him...

Your reaction seemed to have broken him out of his haze. His helmet fell back down, covering his face. He, almost instinctively, moved to you. You were too shocked to fight back. He swiftly grabbed your wrist, pulling you up.

The grip was tight, you winced. The man realized his mistake immediately and loosened the grip. if he wanted to kill you, why was he worried about your wrist?

When you were sitting back up, the man reclined on his knees. He slowly moved his hands up to the helmet again, this time with more control.

He raised it completely off. It was him.

Both hands moved to cover your gaping mouth. How? HOW?

"T-Tech?" You called out, voice cracking.

He squinted his eyes and had one hand holding the side of his head in pain.

"You must take Crosshair and run, now." He ended by saying you name desperately.

"W-what? No, I am not leaving you. Tech, what happened? How are you alive!" You leaned to him, wanting nothing more than to hold and kiss him.

He moved back, your touch like fire.

"You have to go. I do not know how much longer I can hold off the chip. I do not want to hurt you." He looked at the ground, ashamed.

"You won't. I know you won't..." You moved closer again, resting a hand over his. You slowly moved it off of his head, holding it. He breathed hard.

"Any better?" You ask. "Yes, I would suspect my will to keep you safe overrided the new chip the Empire has put in my head." You smiled, finally leaning forward to hold him.

The second your arms wrapped around him, you sobbed. It all felt like a dream- well, nightmare.

"I thought you were dead... Tech, oh my Tech." He hugged back, petting your hair. You both frantically proclaimed 'I love you's.' But, he soon pulled away.

"I will not put you at risk any longer." He moved to stand up,

"I just got you back, why are you leaving me?" You couldn't understand.

He stood up, saying your name in a whisper. "I thought I made it clear. My new inhibitor chip is stronger. I am assigned to kill you. I do not want to do such a thing, ever."

"Tech, just please come with me. Rex is with us, he can help remove this one. Just like the others..." You grabbed onto his arm, pleading. How did he expect you to walk away, leave him behind. Especially when you just figured out he was alive.

"I suppose that might work..." He rested a hand to his chin, thinking. More tears flowed from your eyes, he was exactly how he was before. Always calm, always thinking everything through with a steady heart beat.

You looked up at him. "Please, I need you. I-"

"I know. I need you too. I uh- I apologize for shooting you." He said as-a-matter-of-factly.

Your eyebrows furrowed, "You didn't mean to.." You leaned up to kiss him, but something switched in him.

His face twisted and turned, he stepped back. He was fighting himself again, now a hand reached for his blaster. He looked up, face cold and blank. He pointed the gun at your face.

"Tech, Tech, it's just me!" He didn't care, he had a mission to fulfill. The chip was regaining control.

Suddenly, his body quivered and shook. He fell to the ground. Crosshair stood behind.

"Please don't kill him!" You ran to him, making sure he was aware of the situation.

"I know, his chip... I'll carry him back. Rex can look at him." You were hopeful, he was coming home.

It would be a rocky start, but he was alive. He was alive and half-conscious. That was a problem for when you got back on the ship.

For just a second, watching Crosshair hoist Tech up, you relaxed. The pounding of the water on rocks soothed you.

He was alive...

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I hated the ending, sorry ya'll had to go through that. I didn't know how to end it! I was so motivated with this plot, then kind of lost it. Expect a Crosshair fic this weekend!!!

Tags- (LMK if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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ROR Virgin Destroyer Dress

(Dress designed by https://twitter.com/Dishwasher1910)

Oblivious Y/N: *back from another shopping trip where Aphrodite assisted in picking out a new outfit* Lookie~! I got a new outfit! What do you think?

-Buddha: *if he was holding something it is now on the ground in thousands of pieces as he froze in shock, words escaping him as he trotted up to him, blinking up at him as he didn’t answer you* Y/N: Love~ are you okay? *He didn’t care that you were in the middle of his paradise, snatching you up before easily pinning you to the ground beneath him, eyes red with lust and passion as hearts appeared in them* You better hope I don’t rip this, because I’m going to ruin every inch of you!

-Poseidon: Sea God.exe has crashed and burst into flames *no words came as his brain couldn’t comprehend your body in such an outfit; when he tried to speak* Dolphin sounds *his face burned bright, his cold facade breaking as he threw you over his shoulder again, sprinting to your bedroom* You’re going to pay for this!!

-Sasaki: *he dared not turn around, remembering the last time you did this, the dress that he ravaged you in for hours was hidden away, so he wouldn’t attack you again* *he swallowed hard, slowly turning as you called out his name and he felt his heart stop and instantly his hands flew to his crotch as his face burned and lewd thoughts quickly took over* Y/N!! Are you trying to kill me?! *You batted your eyelashes at him innocently, confused by his words before he quickly grabbed you, rolling you to your back so he loomed over you, his eyes blown wide with lust before removing his scarf and grabbing your wrists to bind them...again*

-Jack: *he couldn’t believe his eyes, he refused to believe them, turning back to his tea, sipping quietly, not looking over at you, thinking it was a trick of the light* *When he finished his tea he looked again, seeing you smiling warmly at him, giving a dainty twirl, asking for his opinion. He wiped his mouth on a napkin before folding the newspaper up and stood* My dearest Y/N, I am a gentleman and shall always be one. However, for the moment, I am going to indulge with you in an uncontrolled and savage way. *Before you could blink, he had thrown you over his shoulder, rushing to the bedroom as if you were going to disappear before he could fulfill his desires*

-Loki: *drops to his knees as a light shown from above upon him, tears cascading down his cheeks as he beheld the most stunning of creatures before him* *a feral grin quickly takes over as he rushes you, pinning you to a wall* Can I ravage you Y/N? Please say yes! *You turn your head with a pout, arms folding beneath your chest* Y/N: no, you ripped my dress last time *instantly he’s on his knees, arms around your hips, his chin resting on your belly, apologies falling from his lips like a mantra, hearts appearing in his eyes* I’ll beg, please let me have you, please, please, please~~~!!

-Odin: *the mug in his hands instantly shatter as you twirl in front of him, showing your newest outfit off with a bright, unaware smile. With a sigh, Muninn and Huginn are quick to make their exit again, knowing what was going to happen...again* *Odin quickly snatches you into his arm, sitting you on his lap so your back was to his chest, his large hands coming to rest, only momentarily, on your hips* You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N *you blink up at him, innocence in your eyes which only seems to make him more feral* Y/N: what do you mean? *Yeah... you couldn’t walk for two days after he finished with you but requested the outfit to be worn again. He was the only one to send Aphrodite a thank you message.*

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror buddha #ror poseidon #ror sasaki kojiro #ror jack the ripper #ror loki #ror odin

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thatfreshi · 7 months

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It's Over (Astarion x Reader)

Hella angst. Will most likely write a part two because I can't see them sad for too long :(

Tw - gore, couple arguing, panic attack

Recommended Song: hoax - Taylor Swift

It's time. Astarion rips Cazador's body from the coffin, bloodlust in his eyes. You've had your doubts about the rite, about Astarion ascending, but he seemed insistent. He whispered sweet things about how he only wanted to keep both of you safe, and it made your skin crawl. Your precious lover, the pale vampire you came to love, he wanted that horrific power for himself, but at what cost?

"Astarion, stop."

His eyes meet yours.

"What my dear? Want to drink me in before I become the ascendant?"

"You don't know what you're doing."

He scoffs.

"Sure I do. Sacrifice the spawn, get rid of Cazador, leave the past behind! We can leave it all behind."

"You'll become just like him, you can be better than this."

"As if I could ever be the monster he is."

Astarion goes to start the ritual, to become something he was never meant to be. Something in you simply snaps, and you grab for your knife.

"What do you need that for?"

Your breathing gets heavy. Thoughts of your adventures, how long it took you to get here, how badly he wanted this, to finally feel safe. He can't help but stare at your shaking figure, wondering what the sudden stress is all about. You say nothing, instead taking a few steps towards the center of the room, by the vampire lord's defenseless body.

"Tav, what are you-"

And suddenly you're on your knees, plunging your knife into Cazador's chest, letting the blood spurt out of his skin, flying into your eyes.

"TAV!"

Astarion scrambles to fight the knife out of your hands, ignoring your tears. His master is already gone though, long gone, his lifeless corpse bleeding out all over the floor. He's frantic, your limbs crashing against each other.

"What have you done?!"

His cries turn into a shout, somewhere warbled between fear and anger.

"He was mine Tav, you knew he was mine!"

Checking for any sign that the vampire is still alive, he has trouble catching his breath. He quickly comes to his feet, realizing it's a fruitless endeavor. The vampire spawn mumbles to himself.

"It can still work, it has to work."

You get up to follow him, trying to get him to turn and face you.

"My lo-"

"Don't! You said you'd help me, you said you'd help me do this!"

Tears start to form in his eyes as the crushing anxiety turns his breathing into a choked wheeze, the beginning of a panic attack ensuing.

"I- I can't- you said."

"Aster, Aster listen to me, please."

You desperately try to hold onto him as he breaks from your grasp, becoming more scattered. He tries to form another sentence, filled with rage and sorrow.

"You... you lied to me! I-"

His body starts to crumble into yours, unsure of where else to go.

"I know. I'm sorry my love. I'm sorry."

The two of you come to the ground, him lying in your arms.

"I'm so sorry Astarion. I did what I had to, I couldn't see you become that monster. I just couldn't lose you like that."

He tries to choke out words in his mumbling breath.

"Hush, you're not breathing. I need you to breathe."

The rest of your companions watch on, knowing this was the plan if you couldn't get Astarion to give up the rite. Most of them can barely watch as he falls apart. You try to rub up and down his back, setting some kind of pace for his breath, but he just keeps trying to talk.

"How could you do this to me..."

It stings, making you wonder if you were wrong, if he'll hate you after this. He probably hates you right now.

"I know, I'm sorry."

He wasn't wrong. After wishing to complete the ascension for so long, ever since Raphael told him of the rite, it felt terrible to take it from him like this. But you knew better, that deep down you were saving him. You just didn't yet know at what cost. He continues to sit in your embrace, and you keep whispering sweet words. At some point his breathing starts to even out, but he just sobs more and more. You can hear Shadowheart and Gale murmuring behind you, somewhere that feels so far from this moment.

"Why?"

His question distracts you from the conversation off in the distance. You don't even know what to say. What in this moment could possibly convince him that this is for the best? He's just scared. He's always been scared, but he doesn't have to become the fear.

"You would've lost yourself. We all would've lost you Aster. I would've lost you."

He almost tries to argue with you, but loses his voice in the misery. It's over. He can't complete it now. You've made his decision for him.

When it comes time to go, he doesn't walk alongside you. The group makes their way back to the inn, and he simply silently walks amongst your companions, as he often did before you ever fell in love. Shadowheart makes her way to the back of the group.

"You did what you had to do. He'll see that eventually."

You liked her words, now you just had to believe them.

Despite the obvious tension, you end up in your room together, and for the first time in a long time he doesn't yearn for your touch. He lays on the bed as far as he can from you, leaving the blankets and sheets up to your discretion. There's not a thought behind his eyes, just shock, and that nagging fear that won't go away.

"I love you."

Astarion doesn't say it back, instead finding that it's too hard to try and sleep in the same room as you. He quickly gets up and storms out of the room, slamming the door. Your tears fall into the sheets he left you with. He ends up knocking on Gale's door, not sure where else to go. Usually he'd make fun of the wizard for various reasons, but he just averts his gaze, until he lets him in.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Gale asks, clearly very tired from today's events.

"No. I just want to be angry."

The man of the weave sighs.

"We all would've done the same. Tav was just the one to execute it."

"There's a very big difference in saying you'd do something, and actually doing it."

Gale lets the conversation go, allowing a space for Astarion to sleep on the bed, grabbing a spare blanket from the chair in the corner.

"They really love you. I know it may not seem like it right now, but Tav loves you more than I've ever seen anything be loved."

"Did I come here to be lectured?"

"Ugh, no. But you can't stay mad at them forever Astarion."

"I'll be the judge of that."

The next morning join your companions downstairs for a sloppily prepared breakfast. Wyll and Lae'zel look prepared to take on the day, talking about Githyanki fighting techniques. Shadowheart and Halsin look over your stock of herbs and potions, and Karlach helps Gale serve up food. Astarion is nowhere to be found. The wizard must've seen the worry in your eyes.

"He's in my room."

You let out a silent 'oh,' and take a serving of breakfast. After a couple minutes of moving the mixture around, you can't seem to force yourself to eat.

"Just go check on him, you're not fooling anyone."

Shadowheart gives you a sad smile. You pass her your food and go back upstairs, finding Gale's room. A soft knock against the door, the sound of the bed creaking inside.

"Aster, my love?"

No response. Against your better judgement, you open the door slowly.

"I don't really feel like talking Tav."

He's reading some tome Gale had lying around, trying to distract himself.

"I know. I just wanted you to know, I really am sorry."

Astarion sighs, setting the book down on the mattress.

"Alright, so we are talking then! Great, whatever you want."

"Don't be like that."

"Be like what? Be mad that you made a very important choice for me, against my will?"

You close the door behind you, knowing it's probably going to get ugly.

"Don't shut me out and pretend like we don't need to have this conversation, is what I meant."

"Fine. We'll have this conversation then."

He checks his nails, trying his best not to look you in the eye.

"I told you what I wanted, I told you what was important to me, and you lied. You lied and said you'd help me get what I want, what I wanted for both of us."

"I didn't think there would be any convincing you until you saw it all again."

"What? All of my mistakes? All the poor innocent people I lured to Cazador? No, not even Sebastian could stop me from finally having the power I deserved. But you? You thought that was your place?"

You squeeze your fist, trying to think of a way to reason with him.

"Even Cazador was like you once. And you saw what he became."

"You're implying I would enslave people and cut them up for fun? After all I've been through?"

"No! I'm just saying it changes people, that kind of power consumes you."

"And who are you to choose that for me? After I've had a million choices made for me, you thought that's what I'd want?"

He stands now, walking over to finally face you.

"I trusted you, and you lied."

Tears fill his eyes again.

"I wanted this for both of us, so we could both be safe forever, and you took that from me!"

"Do you think that's what I would've wanted? To be your little pet? Sit in some grand palace while you have all the power you could ever want?"

"I'd never treat you like that, and you know that Tav."

"Yes, but a vampire lord would, and that's what you'd be. You're not some special case Astarion! You don't become a true vampire, especially from a rite like that, and still be a good person."

"I never wanted to be a good person Tav. I just wanted to be free."

You try to grab onto his hand. At first he avoids your touch.

"You are free. We're free, we can do whatever we want! I gave us that!"

He almost wraps his hand in yours, but pulls back.

"I don't know that though. I'll never truly know that. Cazador may be dead, but now all those spawns are in the Underdark. They could try to come for me, or there could be some Gur on the prowl."

"And we'll all keep you safe. I'll keep you safe my love, I swear it."

For the first time since you've entered, he stares straight at you the whole time he speaks.

"I don't know if that's enough to keep me from hating you right now."

His words stab holes in your heart.

"You don't mean that."

"Don't you tell me what I fucking mean. No one gets to control me anymore. Not you, not Cazador, no one."

"I don't want to control you!"

"What do you call taking my choice away then? You're no better than him."

You almost gasp, breath caught in your throat, stunned by the fact that he would dare compare you to that man.

"Fine. You think I'm just like him? You think I want to control you? I'll make it real easy then. It's over, you can do whatever you want and you don't have to ever take me into consideration again!"

He tries to throw more venom at you, but you leave and slam the door before he can get the words out. You don't even stop by your room to grab anything, instead you storm out of the inn, walking past all your companions without a word. Shadowheart tries to call after you, but to no avail. You're lost in the crowds almost immediately, not even sure where you're going. Just away from him. Away from the only thing you've truly loved.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #angst #x reader

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faetima · 9 days

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𝐝𝐥𝐦𝐥𝐮 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝) . .

. . you have hanahaki, a severe case of shyness, and a crush on scaramouche, and scaramouche is an absolute jerk.

// tws ; blood ; gn reader ; hanahaki & modern au ; slight cursing

a/n: first time posting here yippee (pls be nice)

you sobbed, heaving up stupid yellow carnations while sitting on the cold, hard floor of the school bathroom.

you wretched up the damned flowers. they fell ungracefully into the toilet which sat in front of you.

your knees hurt from sitting on them for so long.

if only you could tell him how you felt. it would finally all be over, one way or another. maybe with your feelings being requited.

or maybe with you choking to death, the only thing with you while you die being the stupid fucking flowers.

you coughed again, pale yellow petals fluttering to the ground elegantly.

it was a stark contrast to how, just moments after that, you were coughing your lungs out, flowers flopping down into the toilet in large clumps; stuck together by mucus and blood.

you wheezed and wheezed and wheezed until it felt like there was nothing left in your lungs and your throat was burning and your knees were bruised.

you sobbed and sobbed and sobbed until there were no more tears left.

you coughed and coughed and coughed to the point you thought maybe just dying would be better than this fucking hell.

you curled into a ball, crying. crystalline tears ran down your cheeks, falling onto your clothes, the ground, anything.

if only you could fucking talk. why were you like this? why were you fine with your friends, but so terrified to talk to anyone? to everyone?

to him?

maybe, just maybe, if you were different you wouldn’t be in this situation.

if only you weren’t so pathetic, so stupid, so scared.

you hated yourself. you hated yourself so, so much. who the fuck was this terrified to talk to people, but opened up so easily once others talked to them?

maybe you should just confess and get it all over with.

—

you opted to just give him a letter anonymously.

who knew if he would even read it? he received dozens of confessions everyday.

even if he did read it, it couldn’t be that bad, right?

—

if you could, you would eat up your words.

it was much, much worse than you thought.

he had ripped open the envelope, immediately reading the letter with a scowl.

he wasn’t even halfway through when he burst out laughing.

”what the fuck is this?” he snickered, holding onto his locker so he wouldn’t fall from how hard he was laughing.

”what pathetic fucking weirdo confesses from an anonymous letter? are they too terrified to say it to my fuckin’ face?”

he continued reading the letter.

when he was done, he crumpled it up and threw it away behind him, still laughing.

”that’s so goddamn stupid.”

unfortunately, the crumpled up letter hit you on your head.

not embarrassing, right?

well, it wasn’t until scaramouche saw it had hit you.

”oh, sorry,” he exclaimed in a voice dripping with mock sweetness.

”didn’t see you there.”

it would’ve been fine until his next comment, which you unfortunately overheard.

”these dumb fucking bitches. they’re so stupid, can’t even move out of the way. what are they, blind?” he muttered under his breath, tone condescending.

you burst into tears right then and there, unable to stop the overflow of emotions.

you walked away as quick as you could, wanting to kill yourself right there.

”so emotional, and over what?”

his laugh rang down the hallway, following and taunting you.

—

you don’t know what had come over you that day. before that you had always tried to keep your emotions in check, always tried to stop the tears from coming out in front of people you didn't know.

maybe hearing your crush degrade and insult you had just struck a chord or something.

—

weak coughs wracked your frail body, using up the little energy you had left.

you were on your death bed (quite literally! you were laying on your bed while dying).

honey yellow flowers surrounded you, their sickly sweet scent making you feel nauseous.

you choked up another batch of the flaxen flowers, watching them flop forward onto your bed sheets, staining them a dull crimson because of the blood on them.

with half lidded eyes, you stared at the carnations. your mind was hazy, and your vision blurred.

if you recalled correctly, they symbolized disdain and rejection.

how fitting.

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bishopsbeloved · 2 months

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a night in

kate bishop x female reader

After dinner plans are cancelled, Kate Bishop skips straight to dessert

straight up smut, kate topping, she is so fucking horny, fingering, oral (R receiving), mentions of her strap, 1.4k words

Dating Kate Bishop keeps you on your toes.

At the last possible minute, as the two of you were ready to leave her apartment in white tie attire for the high-end Valentine’s dinner reservation awaiting you, she got a call from Clint that had her huffing and grunting and tugging off her blazer.

“Stupid— fucking— superhero thing,” she’d muttered, fumbling with her quiver, “won’t— give me a, uhm, a couple hours, baby, I’ll be so quick.”

When she comes home, you’re at the kitchen counter, preparing a homemade meal in place of your prior plans. You’re still in the tight little number she picked out for you to match with her suit, figuring she’d still want to take it off you. The front door slams, and almost instantly she’s dropped her gear on the ground and made a beeline towards where you’re stood.

“Hi, baby,” you murmur, setting down the knife and turning to face her. Within a moment she’s pressing herself against your back, hands on your hips, stopping you from moving.

“No,” she sighs against your skin, her chest to your back, her mouth on your neck. She leans into you, draping herself over your back to pin you between her body and the counter, and hold you in place. “Stay.”

You’re quiet, cheeks reddening as her lithe arms curl upwards to let her hands cup your tits. Sometimes she’ll hold them just for the sake of holding them, but today she wastes no time in beginning to roughly grope them over your dress, fingers tugging hungrily at the cleavage.

“Katie,” you sigh, unable to stop yourself from leaning back, instinctively relaxing into her touch. She’s solid behind you, deceptively strong, groaning against the skin of your neck and then taking it between her teeth. You whimper.

“Was thinking of these the whole time I was gone,” she tells you lowly. She fumbles with the front of your dress, whining in the back of her throat when she can’t free your tits with ease.

“J— just my tits?” you manage, overwhelmed by her, arching your back into her touch.

“All of you,” Kate admits hoarsely, her hands moving to undo the zipper of your dress now. “Just you. Fuck.”

She’s all over you, she’s everywhere, beginning to grind herself against your ass as she trails open-mouthed kisses across the newly exposed skin of your shoulders. She tugs your dress down further still, impatiently rutting against you like a dog in heat, and you wince as you hear fabric rip.

“S’fine,” she mutters against the skin of your spine, sending shivers down it. She begins to tug you towards the sofa. “C’mere.”

“Katie, the food,” you remind her.

“I don’t— screw the food, we’ll get takeout. You taste better.”

She grips your hips as she sits on the sofa and pulls you onto her lap. The dress is somehow squirmed off of you entirely, leaving you in nothing but panties, and as Kate fights with the buttons of her own shirt you’re finally able to take her in — her pretty lips are parted as she pants softly, cheeks a little flushed, pupils blown. She looks up at you as she tosses her buttonup aside and a thrill of arousal shoots through you as her darkened, hungry eyes lock onto yours and finally your lips meet.

You whine openly into her mouth as her tongue slides against yours, and her hands make their way to your tits again, her thumbs toying with your nipples. Without the boundary of your dress you can feel how cold her hands are, and it makes you tense, squirming a little.

“Shhh, sh sh,” she soothes against your lips, “just let me play with you. Been— been thinking of you like this all night, baby, fuck.” She drags out the syllables, her voice dripping with need, and she’s not the only thing that’s dripping.

“You’re so wet, huh?” Kate muses as your wetness seeps through your underwear and onto her trousers. She jogs her leg, rubbing against your cunt and watching with amusement as you squirm. “Yeah? That feel good, baby? You want more?”

You cry out in the affirmative, and one hand stays on your tits while the other slides down to nurse your overwhelming wetness. She toys with you over your underwear, teasing your clit until you’re shivering in her arms, before growing impatient with her own games as she often does and sliding her cold hand beneath the lacy fabric. You yelp at the contact, and let out a low guttural cry as she slides two fingers into you without hesitation.

“Shh, it’s okay,” she soothes you, lazily curling her fingers inside of you as the pad of her thumb makes its way onto your clit. “Just be a good girl and take it. I’ve been outside working, I’ve been so cold, and I was thinking of this the whole time. You’re gonna be good for me and warm me up, okay? You gonna warm up my fingers?”

“Y— yes,” you cry out. You’re rolling your hips into her, arms curled around the back of her neck, and as the pleasure grows more intense your head falls forward to rest on her shoulder. You pant softly as, on every thrust into you, Kate fucks into the sensitive spot of your gummy walls that makes your vision go white.

“So— s’good,” you whine, breath hot against her skin, and you feel her shiver a little.

“Yeah?” she murmurs, picking up the pace a little. With every thrust your wetness seeps out of you and down onto her thigh, soaking it. “God, you’re so fucking tight,” she says desperately, whiny, her own hips beginning to rut up into you as she fucks you, and it’s the way that she gets off on your pleasure alone that has you gasping and teetering on the edge.

“Cum— cum on my fingers, baby,” she almost begs, an arm looped around your waist to hold you in place as she fucks you steadily, sinking her teeth into the soft skin of your neck. With a cry you obey, blinding waves of euphoria rolling over you as you clench around Kate so hard that she struggles to continue thrusting into you.

“Fuck, fuck,” she grits, fucking you through your orgasm and shuddering a little. The realisation that she’s cum in her pants just from fucking you has you whining, dragging your fingernails down her back, rocking into her. Eventually she pulls her hand from your cunt, sucking your slick off of her fingers and whimpering at the taste.

“Have to taste you,” she mumbles, almost to herself, easing you off of her lap onto the sofa and then getting on her knees. “Just take what I give you, baby, so good for me.”

Kate nudges your thighs apart, burying herself between them and running her tongue up your slit. She groans at the taste, not caring for your little whimpers of overstimulation.

“So fucking good,” she breathes, one arm wrapping itself around each of your thighs to hold you in place. You’re too far gone to muster a reply.

Kate Bishop always eats you out like a woman starved. Tonight, though, she’s hungrier than you’ve ever seen her. She laps at you messily, her nose nudging against your sensitive clit, desperate to engulf you. You’re crying out her name, writhing, and when you reach out to wind your hand through her hair she looks up at you through her lashes. Her eyes are wide and dark, lips swollen, the entire lower half of her face glistening with your juices. She blinks up at you hungrily, still lapping at your clit, swallowing everything you have to offer her, and the sight paired with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you is enough to have you cumming on her tongue. She hums approvingly against you, the vibrations only prolonging your orgasm, and you feel so overwhelmingly good you can’t even move. Eventually she slows down, sensing your need for a break, and makes her way back up your body to tug you into her arms and hold you close to her.

“So good for me,” Kate soothes you, a hand combing through your hair. “So good at taking everything I give you. So, so good, my gorgeous baby.” She waits until you’ve come down a little more, until your eyes are a little less glassy, before grinning at you. “Happy Valentine’s, sweet girl. You want to ride my strap next?”

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x fem reader #kate bishop x you #kate bishop smut #kate bishop tops #at least here she does #in general she’s lowkey more of a switch idk #like she just wants to please u #hailee steinfeld #smut #lesbian smut #happy valentine’s day to kate bishop ONLY

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dummythoughtsz · 2 months

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STRESS RELIEVING~ Minji x fem reader

(smut)

At the last possible minute, as the two of you were ready to leave her apartment in white tie attire for the high-end Valentine's dinner reservation awaiting you, she got a call from Hanni that had her huffing and grunting and tugging off her blazer.

"Stupid - fucking—idols thing," she'd muttered, fumbling with her quiver, "won't— give me a, uhm, a couple hours, baby, I'll be so quick."

When she comes home, you're at the kitchen counter, preparing a homemade meal in place of your prior plans. You're still in the tight little number she picked out for you to match with her suit, figuring she'd still want to take it off you. The front door slams, and almost instantly she's dropped her gear on the ground and made a beeline towards where you're stood.

"Hi, baby," you murmur, setting down the knife and turning to face her. Within a moment she's pressing herself against your back, hands on your hips, stopping you from moving.

"No," she sighs against your skin, her chest to your back, her mouth on your neck. She leans into you, draping herself over your back to pin you between her body and the counter, and hold you in place. "Stay."

You're quiet, cheeks reddening as her lithe arms curl upwards to let her hands cup your tits.

Sometimes she'll hold them just for the sake of holding them, but today she wastes no time in beginning to roughly grope them over your dress, fingers tugging hungrily at the cleavage.

"Minji," you sigh, unable to stop yourself from leaning back, instinctively relaxing into her touch. She's solid behind you, deceptively strong, groaning against the skin of your neck and then taking it between her teeth. You whimper.

"Was thinking of these the whole time I was gone," she tells you lowly. She fumbles with the front of your dress, whining in the back of her throat when she can't free your tits with ease.

"J— just my tits?" you manage, overwhelmed by her, arching your back into her touch.

"All of you," Minji admits hoarsely, her hands moving to undo the zipper of your dress now.

"Just you. Fuck."

She's all over you, she's everywhere, beginning to grind herself against your ass as she trails open-mouthed kisses across the newly exposed skin of your shoulders. She tugs your dress down further still, impatiently rutting against you like a dog in heat, and you wince as you hear fabric rip.

"S'fine," she mutters against the skin of your spine, sending shivers down it. She begins to tug you towards the sofa. "C'mere."

"Minji, the food," you remind her.

"I don't— screw the food, we'll get takeout. You taste better."

She grips your hips as she sits on the sofa and pulls you onto her lap. The dress is somehow squirmed off of you entirely, leaving you in nothing but panties, and as Minji fights with the buttons of her own shirt you're finally able to take her in - her pretty lips are parted as she pants softly, cheeks a little flushed, pupils blown. She looks up at you as she tosses her buttonup aside and a thrill of arousal shoots through you as her darkened, hungry eyes lock onto yours and finally your lips meet.

"Shhh, sh sh," she soothes against your lips,

"just let me play with you. Been- been thinking of you like this all night, baby, fuck." She drags out the syllables, her voice dripping with need, and she's not the only thing that's dripping.

"You're so wet, huh?" Minji muses as your wetness seeps through your underwear and onto her trousers. She jogs her leg, rubbing against your cunt and watching with amusement as you squirm. "Yeah? That feel good, baby? You want more?"

You cry out in the affirmative, and one hand stays on your tits while the other slides down to nurse your overwhelming wetness. She toys with you over your underwear, teasing your clit until you're shivering in her arms, before growing impatient with her own games as she often does and sliding her cold hand beneath the lacy fabric. You yelp at the contact, and let out a low guttural cry as she slides two fingers into you without hesitation.

"Shh, it's okay," she soothes you, lazily curling her fingers inside of you as the pad of her thumb makes its way onto your clit. "Just be a good girl and take it. I've been outside working, I've been so cold, and I was thinking of this the whole time. You're gonna be good for me and warm me up, okay? You gonna warm up my fingers.

"Y- yes," you cry out. You're rolling your hips into her, arms curled around the back of her neck, and as the pleasure grows more intense your head falls forward to rest on her shoulder.

You pant softly as, on every thrust into you, Minji fucks into the sensitive spot of your gummy walls that makes your vision go white.

"So- s'good," you whine, breath hot against her skin, and you feel her shiver a little.

"Yeah?" she murmurs, picking up the pace a little. With every thrust your wetness seeps out of you and down onto her thigh, soaking it.

"God, you're so fucking tight," she says desperately, whiny, her own hips beginning to rut up into you as she fucks you, and it's the way that she gets off on your pleasure alone that has you gasping and teetering on the edge.

"Cum- cum on my fingers, baby," she almost begs, an arm looped around your waist to hold you in place as she fucks you steadily, sinking her teeth into the soft skin of your neck. With a cry you obey, blinding waves of euphoria rolling over you as you clench around Minji so hard that she struggles to continue thrusting into you.

"Fuck, fuck," she grits, fucking you through your orgasm and shuddering a little. The realisation that she's cum in her pants just from fucking you has you whining, dragging your fingernails down her back, rocking into her.

Eventually she pulls her hand from your cunt, sucking your slick off of her fingers and whimpering at the taste.

"Have to taste you," she mumbles, almost to herself, easing you off of her lap onto the sofa and then getting on her knees. "Just take what I give you, baby, so good for me."

Minji nudges your thighs apart, burying herself between them and running her tongue up your slit. She groans at the taste, not caring for your little whimpers of overstimulation.

"So fucking good," she breathes, one arm wrapping itself around each of your thighs to hold you in place. You're too far gone to muster a reply.

Kim Minji always eats you out like a woman starved. Tonight, though, she's hungrier than you've ever seen her. She laps at you messily, her nose nudging against your sensitive clit, desperate to engulf you. You're crying out her name, writhing, and when you reach out to wind your hand through her hair she looks up at you through her lashes. Her eyes are wide and dark, lips swollen, the entire lower half of her face glistening with your juices. She blinks up at you hungrily, still lapping at your clit, swallowing everything you have to offer her, and the sight paired with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you is enough to have you cumming on her tongue. She hums approvingly against you, the vibrations only prolonging your orgasm, and you feel so overwhelmingly good you can't even move.

Eventually she slows down, sensing your need for a break, and makes her way back up your body to tug you into her arms and hold you close to her.

"So good for me," Minji soothes you, a hand combing through your hair. "So good at taking everything I give you. So, so good, my gorgeous baby." She waits until you've come down a little more, until your eyes are a little less glassy, before grinning at you. "Happy Valentine's, sweet girl. You want to ride my strap next?"

#minji #newjeans minji #minji x reader #kim minji #minji smut #minji x fem reader #kim minji smut #newjeans #newjeans x reader

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captainlondonman · 4 months

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HiViz Layby

It had been a long car journey back and Dave decided he needed to stop off for a pee. He had stupidly passed the petrol station but saw in front of him a layby and at least he could pee in the bushes. He came off the road to stop the car and in front of him was a local authority van parked up in front. Dave got out and could see there was a gap in the hedge and a slope in the ground beyond. He got out and without looking at the van he went through the gap and down what looked like quite a well worn path. As he reached a clearing he saw the driver of the van facing him with his cock out and legs apart. He was 180cms high, broadly built with a crew cut in full high Viz. Obviously the Local Authority gear with green trousers and hi viz bands, a green T shirt tight against his large chest, and a full yellow jacket. At first Dave thought the guy was finishing having a piss and as he looked more closely the bloke had a massive boner.

Dave did not know what to do, but what he did know was the guy had a large cock and his hand firm around the shaft. He was also wearing full HiViz which Dave really got off on and at times would need to wank if he saw a good looking workie. For now all thought of peeing had gone as Dave’s own dick was rapidly growing down his trousers showing a good sized bulge.

The guy barked “Are you interested or not. If not then get the fuck out. If yes stop staring at my dick and get over here and open up yer mouth.’

‘Fuck the pee’ Dave thought as he walked over to the guy letting his hand rub his own bulge up and down.

‘ I could see that prick of yours was interested. I’m needing a proper blow job before getting back to work so down on your knees.’

Seeing the guy still holding his thick shaft with a nice deep pink helmet, Dave got down ready to suck. As he moved his mouth closer to the guys swollen head, his hands went round the guy’s legs and he started rubbing up and down loving the feel of the HiViz waterproof trousers. Dave had never worn any Hi Viz before but had always imagined how sexy it would be

‘Good. Looks like you love Hi Viz gear. Bet you’d love to wear some while you swallow my cock.’

‘Sure, seeing you guys in your gear makes me so horny.’

‘Glad you said that mate as I like me blokes in gear. So keep that dick of yours nice and hard and I’’ll stuff my cock back in and you can come into he back of me van. A real Alladin’s cave for you. Follow me.’

The idea of seeing more Hi Viz was making Dave’s cock start to ooze some precum forming a

nice stain on his trousers. They walked up to the layby and the guy opened the back of the van.

‘Step inside quick.’ Dave did as he was told and sure enough it was like a dream. Strewn around the inside was a mountain of dirty used HiViz gear from jackets, to trousers and mud caked boots. The van stunk of piss, BO and unwashed feet.

‘So what you think of that eh? Fucking great stench ain’t it. Bet you’d love to get into some of this eh?’

‘Yes please.’

‘So strip off and let me see what I get for you in your size. Once you are dressed I want that blow job smart got it.’

‘Sure.’

The workie quickly sifted through the clothing and threw various items at Dave.

‘These should fit so get them on now. By the way great cock you’ve got there and Christ all this Hiviz I can see is making you so bloody hard. Nice bit of precum I can see.’

Dave was so worked up he wasted no time in putting on the trousers, a dirty ripped T shirt and even dirtier oil stained jacket with a pair of thick muddied boots.

‘That’s better. That’s how I like me men so get down. You’ll have no problem now sucking me dick.’

It was as though he had sniffed poppers. The stink in the van, him dressed as a workie with a workie’s big dick staring him in the face was perfect and his mouth was ready for anything. Again the workie seized the top of his own shaft while Dave on his knees had his hands around the workies legs and arse rubbing the dirty HiViz fabric. His mouth went straight in full of saliva. He let his mouth rest a few seconds as his tongue could feel the whole helmet in his mouth and take in the mix of piss and precum. Dave suddenly felt the workie’s hand around his head.

‘I want you to take the fucking full length’ as he pushed Dave’s mouth all the way down until he could feel the thick black pubes brushing against his lips.

‘That’s better you stinking little workie. Its how you love it in all that gear. So fucking suck.’

Taking a firm hold of the workie’s arse cheeks and with the thick dirty hands around his head Dave started sucking hard the workie moving Dave’s head faster and faster up and down his shaft.

Dave’s own cock was totally rigid inside the HiVz trusets rubbing against the waterproof fabric making him more and more ready to spunk himself.

‘That’s it boy taking the whole length, feel my pubes in yer mouth. Let me push you faster and faster. Christ that mouth of yours is made to do a blowjob. I’m bloody ready to come. I want you to swallow every bit of spunk from my balls.’

When Dave’s mouth was at the top of the workies shaft so he exploded a torrent of cum jet down Dave’s throat. Feeling the cum start rushing down his throat was too much for Dave to hold back any more and his own cock erupted cum inside the trousers and he could feel it running down inside against his legs. Lots of warm spunk.

‘Great blow job mate, and now I need to get back to work. Looks like the gear got you fully worked up.’

‘It was bloody amazing.’

‘Tell you what. This layby is a great cruising ground for workies and truck drivers. So you know, they only like having it off with each other. Anyone in a suit can forget it. We all love our sex dirty. I was so fucking horny today and I made do with you but thank Christ you like dirty Hi Viz. So keep the gear for now and you can come back as I know now you will. Let’s meet up in a week and you can let me know and maybe I can help a bit more. So get the fuck out take your own clothes and as you’re driving home you can think of all your cum hardening inside.’

With that Dave jumped out the van clutching his own clothes in his new Hi Viz

‘Thanks mate. See you in a week.

Dave got home in his new hiviz gear. He could not believe what had happened and his luck. He wanted to see what he looked like so immediately went to stand in front of his mirror.

‘Shit I look bloody amazing. Just like a real workie and the gear is all dirty with oil patches just as if I have been on a site. I’ve even got the council name on the back of the jacket.’

He looked down at his trousers and saw that his cock was tenting. A fucking great bulge in someone else’s used trousers. He may had shed a load of cum but his cock was rigid and he wanted to see himself shoot. He went to unzip himself and then thought that the feel of spunking inside and letting the cum run down was so much better so he started rubbing the fabric and gripping his cock to feel the stiff nylon. With his other hand be brought up to his nipple and started tweaking through the nylon T shirt.

‘Christ this is amazing, one hand working my cock and the other pinching my nipple. All in full Hiviz. This is fucking brill.’

The more he let his hand rub up and down his shaft the more he nipped his nipples. He started shouting at the mirror

‘I’m a fucking workie and fucking dirty workie. I wanna fuck with a stinking workie. I wanna be a workie in Hiviz. I wanna wear this gear all the fucking time. I’m a fucking common workie.’

Shouting to himself while wanking and working his tits got him so worked up.

‘Shit I’m coming man. A full load of spunk from a dirty workie. Here it comes. Workie spunk.’

And with that his cock ejected streams of white cum against the nylon, some of it oozing out to form a big white patch and some running down inside into his boots.

‘Christ that was what I call a wank. The best ever. No way am I washing any of this. The more it stinks of cum the better. The guy said the layby was a cruising area for workies and truck drivers. Christ I need to go and take a look in my gear.’

Later in the week Dave decided to take an afternoon off work pretending he had the dentist.

He took the HIviz gear out of the bag and the first thing he noticed was the smell of dried cum, his cum. Even just putting the gear on again made him rock hard. He decided not to look in the mirror otherwise he would have to wank and he was looking for a bit more. Once his erection had gone down a bit he drove off to the layby. This time there was a van and removal truck parked up with only enough room for him to get in and park. He got out and walked past both van and lorry and there was no one inside either. He walked through the clearing and down the track and he could see two guys who were obviously making out. They were facing each other each one with his hand on the other’s cock. One of medium build with a shaved head was dressed in full yellow HiViz with yellow trousers a soiled vest and a dirty yellow waistcoat. The other was obviously the lorry driver. He was well over 6ft. broad build with a Hi viz waistcoat checked shirt several buttons open to reveal a dark hairy chest, tight work jeans and large Timberland boots. His black hair was long and was greased back into a tight pony tail. His face was tanned with a thick black beard.

The truck driver said ‘Thank God its another workie. We had to tell an office lad to fuck off. Get over here mate and join in. I can see that rigid cock of your stretching down your Hiviz. Three is better than two.’

As Dave approached the lorry man put his arm around him

‘This should be good’ he said moving his arm down Dave’s back to his arse and giving his cheeks and firm clench.

‘Me friend here loves cock and I love arse so we have a winner and you look like you’ll do anything.’

Before Dave could do or say anything the workie put his hand on the outline of Dave’s shaft and gave it a good pull.

‘Let me get my hand in there and see that see that tool of yours boy.’ The workie put his hand inside and took hold of Dave’s cock.

‘That’s a good one you got there. Don’t worry I’ll give you a great blow job.’

‘While you’re taking his cock out undo his waist button for me mate.’

As the workie started to get down on his knees in front of Dave so the truck driver moved the back of his hi viz down exposing his cheeks.

‘That’s a fucking nice bum you have there me workie friend.’ He continued playing with Dave’s arse and spreading his cheeks out. Then he spit some gob onto one hand and placed two fingers at the opening his hole.

‘Let me ease this a bit for you mate and you’ll be able to take my nice juicy cock.’

By now the workie was in front of Dave holding his cock and using his tongue and spit to slide around Dave’s head making his cock tickle but also have a feeling running down his shaft of sheer pleasure

‘I told you he sucks well.’

The lorry man placed his hands firmly on Dave’s shoulders and suddenly he could feel a heavy cock pressing against his hole. Having his cock sucked he knew he needed the full service so he pushed his arse back ready to take what was coming

‘Christ you really want this fuck don’t you mate.’

‘Sure do’, Dave replied, by now his own cock was burning with pleasure as the guy moved his tongue and mouth further and further down the shaft until he could feel the guys lips pressing against his groin.

By the now the truck driver has slipped in past the hole and with Dave pushing his arse backwards so the lorry man moved further and further up the hole.

‘What a fucking great arse you’ve got mate. I tell you, this is much better than fucking the wife. Men are a much better fuck with their tight holes.’

By now Dave was sandwiched between the two, the workie on his knees his head being directed by Dave to move his lips up and down the shaft while the lorry man was pumping his arse with the guy’s breathing increasing with every thrust.

‘Jesus mate you’d better come back here again sometime. This is the best fuck I’ve had in ages. Could almost go fully gay or you. Bet you love this 3 way. 2 workies and a lorry man. We lot give the best sex.’

The truck driver took his hands away from Dave’s shoulders and placed them firmly around Dave’s waist to help his thrusting. Hope you two are just about ready as my spunk is about to shoot up inside you. Yours arse is so great I be shooting right up to yer mouth with what I have to give you. The workie was moaning with pleasure by now his hand was grabbing Dave’s balls and pulling them downwards. Dave looked down and said ‘Yeah pull me balls as you’re about to get an fucking mouthful.’

‘That’s it boy see and shoot your load as I’m ready.’

With one final thrust the lorry man rammed his cock so it was right up to the hilt and Dave could feel the hot spunk being forced out and further up his arse. The truck driver almost collapsed with his orgasm pushing his head onto Dave’s shoulder just at that point feeling all this cum in his arse, Dave erupted into the workies throat and he could see his own spunk dripping out the guys mouth and down his chin.

The workie then sat back taking hold of his cock and furiously starting to wank, his tongue licking all the cum around his mouth.

‘Shit man all this cum around I’m fuckin shooting my load’ and with that his prick let rip stream after stream hitting Dave’s Hiviz and running down to his boots.

‘Don’t wipe that up mate I want you to take that back as a memory of today.’

‘Jesus’ the lorry man said ‘What a fuck. There’s something about you fucking workies that make me so fucking horny. Never fails to give me the best. Me wife can forget any sex for the next few days as I’ll be too busy wanking thinking of the two of you. Well I’d better get on. Thanks for that mates.’

Each got into their own vehicle and the workie and truck driver drove off. Dave slumped back in his chair. That had been the best ever.

Dave eagerly awaited the next few days until he went back to the layby and dressed up in his workie gear to go for his meeting with the council worker. Sure enough the van was parked up and as Dave got out of the car he saw the workie get out of his. He had been waiting

‘I knew you’d be back. Lets get into the back of the van.’

They got in and the workie asked Dave if the clothing had been a success.

‘It’s been amazing like all my dreams come true. I went back in your gear and hooked up with a workie and a truck driver. Christ I’ve never had sex like it. In fact just talking about it is making he hard.’

‘Hearing you talk about it is giving me a boner mate’So you like the gear then. What about being a workie?’

‘I wish I was a workie. If this is what life is like then it’s what I want’.

‘Well we all wish for some thing and not all are possible but some are. Tell you what why not have a change of gear. As you can see I have plenty here from other geezers so let me pick out some more stuff for you to put on.’

‘Yeah I’d like that being in another’s used clothing.’

Dave eagerly stripped off showing off his erect cock. The guy gave it a quick pull.

‘You really love this don’t you.’

‘It’s the best. What I love.’

‘Ok here get this stuff on you.’

Dave pulled on a pair of even dirtier HiViz green trousers. They seemed a bit on the big side but he said nothing and with them being a bit looser his cock was even more tented. He then put on the T shirt which had no buttons so it was gaping down his chest. Again it seemed a bit big. Then the worn steel capped muddy boots and they definitely were too big. Finally the yellow Hiviz thick outdoor jacket.

‘Feels really great but the other stuff seemed more my size.’

‘Don’t worry about that. You said something when we met that you wish you were a workie. You mean that.’

‘In this stuff yes man.’

‘Tell you what mate before we get down to some business I have a little bottle here just like poppers. This will make you feel really great, like you’ve never felt before. Go on have a good sniff.’

Dave had used poppers before so pressing in one nostril he took a deep sniff and then the other. Immediately he felt a heat moving down his whole body. It was like a river a heat moving down his arms and legs even to the tip of his erect cock. He felt dizzy and for a moment thought he might pass out but the same heat was circulating around his head.

‘How do you feel mate?’ the guy asked

‘I feel as if something is happening to my body as if I’m growing and I can feel my skin almost bursting but the heat is amazing and it feels good.’

‘So are the clothes still feeling big?’

‘No oddly not’

‘Go on take another good sniff.’

‘Sure this is great’Dave breathed in as deep as he could.

The boots were definitely now the right size but his legs were wider and no longer baggy in the trousers. He was taller. His torso was bigger and his chest had expanded. His nipples standing proud in the T shirt and the gap in the T shirt showed a chest of thick black hair. He looked down at his hands and the backs of his hands were covered in black hair and his fingernails full of dirt. His hands seemed enormous. Something on his face felt itchy and as he put his hand to his chin he realised he had a full thick beard but his hair had gone and instead it was shiny and shaved.

‘One more sniff ‘the guy said

Dave did as he was told and then felt his head ready to burst. He gave his head a firm shake and suddenly for a moment there was darkness and then it changed to light.

‘Wow mate that was fucking great that stuff.’ Dave’s voice had completely changed. He had a strong accent and it was much deeper. ‘Tell you what mate this stuff makes me so fucking hard and that means one thing. My cock’s going to now give you such a rogering before the bwo of us get back to the depot.’

Dave undid his Hi Viz and pulled out a cock that was a good 9” really thick at the top where it left his thick curly black pubes and tapering to a nice round pink head

Christ that’s some cock I now have, a real cock for fucking workie blokes. I know you’ve a hole in the back of your Hi Viz.’

Dave grabbed hold of the guy, turned him round and shouted ‘Bend over I’m ready for you.’ As the guy bent over he said

‘Great being fucked by a workie especially a guy who’ hairy and thick.’ The workie shouted

‘Cut the crap man’ Dave said and he felt for the hole in the hiViz. Once he found the opening he let a good gob of spit onto his new cock and rubbed it in over his head.

‘Always best when us workies fuck in our gear.’

Dave put his thick set hairy hands on the guys hips and directed his cock through the small gap of the Hiviz feeling the nylon brushing against his shaft and into the tight hole which was waiting for a fuck.

‘Get ready to take my tool’ Dave said and he started to push his dick all the way up. ‘You’ve had a few cocks up you in the past and you’ll be getting more of mine in future. Undo you zip and let me get my hands on that cock of yours. Nice one you’ve got there.’

As Dave started to push in a out at first nice and slow so he could feel the tight arse against his shaft he let his hand slowly up and down the workies shaft but the feeling inside as he reached the hilt was too much he wanted to ram home faster and faster and as he did so his hand wanked the workie more and more. He loved feeling the top of his cock against the Hi Viz nylon and then he could feel their trousers rubbing together

‘That’s it what a fucking great hole you’ve got. Shit man I’m almost ready to spill my load. It feels as if you are too.’

‘Too right mate.’

With one final push Dave let out his cum, gushing up inside the workies arse and the workie ejaculated all over the gear in the van. Both men shouting ‘Fuck, fuck fuck.’ as they came

When they had finished and stuffed their cocks back into their HI viz, the workie turned to Dave and said

‘So how do you like being a workie?’

‘Best fucking job in the world. Once a workie always a fucking workie. Thanks mate. Lets get down to the depot and I just hope the other guys are up for some action.’

‘Don’t worry mate when they see you they all will be dropping their Hiviz.

Dave had made his wish. No longer the little boy but now the hairy man.

Thanks mate you’re a real pal and tell you what I’ll be back at this layby regularly.’

‘Bet you will. Orgy times ahead’

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maybeitsalivescribbles · 4 months

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VH - Locked & out

“I’m sure,” simpered Villain to the chained Vampire Hero between two bodyguards, “that you’d love to know what happened to the last Hero who went against me.”

“Well, now that you mention it -”

“You’re here to rescue them, aren’t you ? You’ve nicely played the part of the naive newcomer, but I know who you are, vampire. I’m sorry to say that you’ve been betrayed. The other Hero was very cooperative.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sure you’ve realized that you can’t hypnotize my guards. They all have charms around their necks.”

“I noticed.”

“You’re trapped for good.”

“All right.”

“I’m sure you’d love to meet the one who betrayed you.”

“I do.”

“Perfect. You will be in the same prison.”

Without further commentary, the henchmen threw Vampire Hero in a small cell. Another person was already there, curled up in a corner. They were not in a good state. Even the blood stains around them looked unappealing. The smell was bland, characteristic of a lack of nutriments.

“Can you talk ?” asked Vampire Hero after a moment.

“It’s all my fault”, whispered the other.

Vampire Hero scratched his head and looked around, a little embarrassed. His job was dealing with villains. He was good at that. He only had to hold back a little. Dealing with Not-Evil People was another matter altogether. He was making progress – he had pinned to his fridge the Geneva Convention to be sure not to forget it during his job, it seemed like a good starting point – but still, he wasn’t the best person to deal with this situation. He was vaguely aware that threats or mocking wouldn’t do much good, so he awkwardly shrugged, his hands in the pockets of his tattered jeans. The other hero ignored him. Their eyes were glued on the ground, the iris wide.

“I tried. I tried not to crack. But – they broke me. They really, really broke me. And I – if they told you I’ve betrayed you, it’s true. I’ve told them everything they wanted to know.”

“Well yeah. Torture is torture and you only have one body. Seems logical to me.”

“You don’t understand. They know who you are.”

“I’m in a cell, buddy. I understand fine.”

Hero burst in tears.

“I’m a failure. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You can – you can do whatever you want to me. I’ll understand.”

Once again, the vampire was at a loss. He knew of a hundred ways to make things worse and one of them was the silent treatment, but he didn’t want to do it. He’d read somewhere that physical contact could help, but Hero was covered with undressed wounds.

So he booped them on the nose.

“Chill. You look like you’ve been scorched alive and you can still lament about your situation. You’re fine. You’ve succeeded the most important thing. Crucial, really.”

“What ?”

“You’re still breathing. Keep doing that. I don’t have to, so I’ll get us out of here. All right ?”

“You’re not angry with me?”

“I don’t see why. ”

He crouched to examine the bars of the cell:

“And the sooner the better, I don’t want to be late for tonight.”

“What’s happening tonight ?”

Vampire Hero grinned from pointed teeth to pointed teeth, grabbing a bar that broke under the pressure of his fingers:

“ I am a creature of decadence and debauch. Every night, I have a meeting with a pure maiden, a cunning damsel, a fierce lady and a cruel temptress in my room.”

“All of them ? You must have a big bed.”

“All of them what ? I’m talking about my wife. I love my wife.”

“Oh, the evil one!”

Hero stopped themself, horrified by the words that just had come out from their mouth. You do not insult your colleague's spouse – especially if said colleague is currently ripping off metal bars from your own cell and is known for his dubious ethics. That is rude and unwise. The vampire stopped himself and glanced at them.

“I’m so sorry”, they squeaked. “I’ve been tortured and I’m confused and -”

Vampire Hero shrugged:

“No offense taken, mate. She was evil all right, and so was I. We were both a little cringe during our first centuries, like the youth say these days. To be fair, she was really sexy.”

“I’m - I’m sure of it.”

“And now she’s really sexy while dozing off while we watch TV. She’s really sexy when she drinks blood from a plastic bag. She’s really sexy all the time, really. Everything she does is delightful.”

He neglectfully threw a bar behind his back.

“Couldn’t you just destroy the lock ?” shyly asked Hero.

“No, I like doing it that way. It’s like bubble wrap.”

Vampire Hero joyfully kicked another bar that creaked and bent under his knee.

“You know what,” he said, “She’s feeling a little down because she can’t rip off heads as much as before. You should hear her complaining ! “I barely have strength to decapitate a human in a single stroke anymore !” and such. But what do I care ? She’d stay amazing even if she was too weak to pull the guts out of someone, but I keep telling her that and she still doesn’t believe it.”

“That’s really nice” assured Hero, whose smile was very strained. “I’m glad for you.”

The vampire stopped again – although maybe it was because half the bars had been taken off.

“Oh”, he said.

“What ? Have I said something wrong ? I’m sorry ! I didn’t -”

“No, it’s just – I don’t think a human has ever said that to me. I was... surprised.”

He held his hand out:

“Time to go. Thanks for the new experience, I guess.”

This time, Hero’s smile was a lot more genuine. They took the offered arm and painfully stood up:

“You’re very welcome.”

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the-californicationist · 5 months

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The Orchard

A gift for my sweet, darling @vampirekilmer...

Price has had enough of your bratty behavior, so he chases you through the woods to teach you a lesson.

Link to AO3

MDNI/18+

TW: Primal play, breeding kink, dubious consent

You scrolled back through all of your text messages with a nasty sort of pride. You’d gone above and beyond with just how sexually explicit and arousing your poses were, splurging on outfits and toys, really putting on a show. John had been on a job for the past two months, deep undercover, and he could receive your messages but he was not able to reply. So, you started off slow; a nip-slip here, a bare butt in a mirror there…but, you’d become almost feral as his leave drew nearer, and your slutty selfies reflected that. You knew you were in trouble, and honestly, you couldn’t wait.

You got his first message in the middle of your bath, and when you checked your phone, your blood ran cold.

I am going to ruin you.

Then, the picture loaded. Price was still in his uniform, driving, holding up a fist full of paracord. He wore a wide, bone-chilling smile, and you knew deep down that he was ready to use his tools against you.

You scrambled out of your bath and threw on your clothes. You opted for leggings and a tee shirt, grabbing your running shoes and a thick pair of socks. If he was on his way, you needed to get a head start.

This wasn’t the first time you’d made him hunt for you. He had bought the giant 100 acre ranch for a reason. Price loved space, and he loved chasing you through it even more.

You sprinted through the house, out of the back door, and into the wide clearing, heading straight for the treeline. The grass crunched beneath your feet. You found some sort of pace other than frantic, and you chose some of the trails less-traveled, hoping to give him a challenge. He found you every time, but you were getting better and better at finding little hiding places.

This time, though, you were heading for the orange grove. Months ago, you and John had discovered a naturally occurring orchard on the property that you hadn’t seen on the map. The smell from the fallen, rotting fruit was heady and citrusy in the best way, and the ripe globes were full of sticky juice. It was an Eden.

Now, though, it was the end of spring, and the blossoms on the trees were heavy and wilting. Thousands of petals had fallen to the ground, but thousands more still remained in the branches, white and pink, looking like perpetual snow. The petals made your footfalls soft and inaudible. You found a large tree to hide behind and waited.

You didn’t have to wait long.

You heard his boots on the path. He was running, full out, coming for you without hesitation. When the grove came into view, he stopped. You could hear his panting breaths. Even though you couldn’t see him from your hidden spot, you could tell he was still in his fatigues. The swish of the canvas gave him away.

He didn’t care. John wanted you to hear him. He called to you from the edge of the orchard,

“I know you’re in here, sweet girl. I hope you’re ready.”

There had been times when he didn’t let you hear him coming. Once, you’d hidden in a small cave in the north quadrant of the ranch, thinking you’d finally outsmarted him, and just as you ventured out to check your surroundings, he had snatched you from above the cave like some sort of cryptid, silent and threatening. He dragged you up the rocky hill and ripped your clothes off at the seams. Your screams echoed through the woods, falling on deaf ears. He’d fucked you til you passed out, and he made you walk back with him, naked, his come dripping down your legs shamelessly. He didn’t let you sleep that night.

This time, though, he was toying with you on purpose. You heard him whistling skillfully. It was one of his favorite folk songs to whistle, sometimes while he was cleaning his guns, or just puttering around the kitchen in the mornings. But now, in the dusky woods, it felt deeply ominous and threatening. His tone was so pure and low, and he held each note out, sending it toward you like a lance, hoping to land his strikes.

“Come out, come out…” he called again, “Don’t make me wait, darling.”

There was a long, eerily silent pause, and then, not twenty feet behind you, you heard him growl through gritted teeth,

“I’m not a patient man.”

You turned your head to see him standing there in the trees, menacingly smiling at you. His grin was full of genuine joy. The lips were pulled wide, showing sharp white teeth, stretching his full beard, grown out from his time away, and the creases of his lids folded together, pulling tight around his bright blue eyes. His body was enormous. He always seemed bigger when he came home from his tours, as if the muscles had been overused, overworked, swollen from their stimulus.

You could see how his huge shoulders made the fabric of his shirt ripple and tug across that wide, furry chest hidden beneath the soft cloth. His waist was thick and strong, built like the trunk of some great tree, and his legs looked like they were taken from some Greek statue, referenced in all of the prototypes of strength and speed.

His gloves were gone, as was his hat; he was dressed for speed. You noticed, in these milliseconds you took to witness him, that he was clutching his paracord in his left hand.

At that sight, you bolted. Much like a rabbit running from its wolf, you sprinted through the grove, weaving through the thin trunks. You heard him right behind you, his boots ruining the soil, ripping up roots and gaining on you.

Finally, you felt him lunge for you, and you were caught around your waist, slamming to the ground, chest down. You reached for the roots of one of the trees, putting up a fight with your legs. You knew he liked to feel your fury, and you gave it to him. But, you were already tired, and he was so strong. His stamina allowed him to breathe normally after only a few seconds of having you pinned. You heard the sharp whine of the paracord being let out, length by length, just for you.

He reached for your hand, panting into your ear,

“C’mere, girl.”

John grabbed your wrist so hard it hurt, and he wrapped the paracord around it cruelly. When he grabbed your other wrist, you fought him, bucking him off of your back, trying to find your footing.

“You bloody little brat. Why are you pouring fucking kerosene on my fire, hmm? Don’t you know how much trouble you’re in?”

He put his hand over your mouth and pulled your head to his chest, forcing you to arch your back. He whispered to you now, dark and threatening,

“Sending me those fucking pictures, tempting me. Making me mad, had me wanting to fuck my hand until I was raw. I’m starving , and you’re the only thing I want to eat.”

With both hands bound behind your back, he let you collapse to the floor of the orchard, your chest and face thudding into the ground, knocking the breath out of you. He raked your shirt and bra up over your breasts roughly, letting your skin feel the cold grass and soil.

“John, please,” you started to beg, “I promise I’ll be good. I didn’t -“

“Good? You’re gonna be so good for me. Fuck, you’re gonna feel so goddamn good,” he was almost talking more to himself than to you. He was reckless and frantic, pulling your pants down to your boots, letting them bind your ankles on their own.

He’d left your panties in place, and he began to tug on them, gently at first and then not, letting the back of the thong dig into your flesh. Then, he pulled from the front, lifting your ass up towards him to do so, making the fabric tighten between your wet folds, framing your clit. John let go, but he didn’t bother to return the cloth to its normal position. He left it askew, knowing it would rub against you awkwardly.

He grabbed the back of your head and pulled you over to him on the grass. The petals and dirt sticking to your skin. John was kneeling, and he let you fall back prone while he undid his belt. You listened to his metal buckles and zippers as he freed his fat, flaccid cock from his pants.

Your furious lover grabbed your head again and held it up to his hairy base, his rod thicker than the tree roots around his feet. He smiled,

“Suck me hard, love. Won’t take much. Be a good girl, yeah?”

You nodded, but he wasn’t interested in your response. He was already lifting you up, one hand tangled in your sweaty hair and one beneath your chin, angling you to put his cock in your mouth.

Without hands, you could only use your lips and tongue. You rubbed your cheek against him, trying to find the fleshy tip, trying to show him you could be so good. Eventually, you managed to line him up, and as you did, he pushed forward, filling your mouth with his wide girth.

He left it there, letting you swallow around it. You couldn’t move your head; you had no leverage. So, once he knew you were good and settled, he moved it for you. He grabbed you by the hair at the base of your skull and pulled you on and off of his soft cock until it began to swell with his warm blood. When it was hard, you started to gag. It was filling up your throat, cutting off your air, puffing out your cheeks with its largeness.

John began to fuck your throat in earnest. He pressed himself in and out of your mouth, growing harder and thicker with each thrust. He grunted as he fucked himself into you, vulgar and animalistic. Finally, he removed you from his shaft and looked at your fuck-drunk face. He laughed, pushing you back down again,

“You like that cock in your mouth, huh, sweet girl?”

You moaned around him, unable to speak. He continued to praise you,

“Such a perfect fucking throat. Swallow it down, love. Just like that, fuck…”

He moved his hand from your chin to hold your neck in his warm palm, feeling his cock expanding your skin. With his thumb, he massaged long, soothing circles into your throat, almost like he was jacking himself off through your body. You felt tears run in hot rivulets down your cheeks, fighting your gag reflex to the point of pain, and your chin was coated with your drool. You were fully at his mercy.

Just to reinforce your helplessness, he shoved your nose into the root of his cock, burying your face in his dense fur, and the soft hairs tickled your nose and lip. You started to panic, realizing you couldn’t inhale nor exhale. Your body turned and writhed, and you could hear the snapping of the leaves as you fought against his unbreakable grasp. He pet your cheek with the back of his hand, coaching you through it,

“Shh, sweet thing. You know better than that. Count to ten for me. I know you can do it. I won’t let anything happen to you. Relax - ungh! - yes, that’s it. Fuckin’ perfect, such a good girl…”

His praise made you melt, and he was right. You weren’t going to suffocate. You were just panicking and needy. You took a moment to calm down, and you began to count.

One… two… three…

His cock slipped further down your throat now that you had managed to relax your muscles, filling you up in a sinfully delicious way.

Four… five… six…

He began to let out a low-toned whine, reeling from the pleasure of feeling you swallow him over and over and over, clenching your throat in a predictable rhythm, slithering your tongue along his aching shaft.

Seven… eight… nine…

The captain was breathing through his teeth now, struggling to hang on. You decided to push his limits and nuzzled into the thick hair, trying to lick it, matting it down, wet and sticky. He moaned and shuddered when you did, much to your acute satisfaction.

“Goddamn, you got me close,” he moaned, but then he pulled himself from you, letting you breathe again, “But, I have other plans. Been thinking about tonight for a long, long time.”

John left you there on the wet ground, and you caught your breath amongst the fallen petals. When you coughed, you could smell and taste the rotten orange blossoms, sickly sweet in your nose and mouth, tinged with just the slightest hint of botanical decay.

He was behind you now, spreading your legs as far as they’d go with your ankles still bound, and you felt the cool night air rush across your wet center. His fingers traced the outline of your pussy, touching all of its swollen parts except the middle where you needed him most. His big, strong fingers lingered there for too long, petting you softly like a child pets a bunny, the backs of his two fingers feeling your softness and playing around your edges.

Then, he stopped, and you felt yourself clench around nothing, aching for release.

“John?”

A loud slap rang out through the trees and you cried out from the pain, crawling away from him, your bare ass cheek burning like it was on fire. He hit you again, and left his hand there to dull the pain. Tears burned in your eyes as you wrenched them shut, feeling almost nauseous from the ache he had caused.

“That’s for teasing me, you little brat, and this,” he slapped your other ass cheek just as hard, “is for making me chase you through the bloody woods.”

You sobbed out an apology, hoping it would be enough,

“Please, John, I won’t do it again…please…”

You bit your lip to keep from crying, feeling his fingertips graze over the stinging flesh, making it spark and glitter like electricity.

“Naughty,” he rubbed his dripping cock over his handiwork, “You knew what you were doing. Beggin’ won’t help you now, hm?”

He positioned himself at your entrance and pressed his head to your hole, letting your body know he had arrived. Your pussy grabbed for him, clenching as he popped his flesh inside of yours, sinking into you with a long sigh of satisfaction. It had been so long since you had felt full, and with every agonizing inch of progress, he chased away the emptiness within you, making you whole again.

It felt good. Too good…

Suddenly, you realized he was fucking you unprotected. You usually used condoms, and he was always so careful. You craned your head to look back at him.

“John, do you have a condom?” You asked, your voice sounding meek and small, strained from your overwhelming pleasure. He knew you had a safeword, but you weren’t ready to use it.

“No, love,” he chuckled darkly, “I’m gonna breed you, right here in these bloody fucking woods, tied up like the naughty little brat that you are. Gonna fill you full of my come… all… fuckin’... night. Right here,” he shoved himself up against your womb, reaching it easily and pressing on it until it ached like a bruise, “Right here, deep, fuck…”

His hands were gripping your ass cheeks fiercely, pulling them apart so he could watch himself disappear into you. You felt your body working up an orgasm for him - not for you - he was coaxing it from you like a snake charmer, forcing it to build and build until it grew within you, hot and ready to burst.

You whimpered under his heavy form, feeling the cold grass licking at your sensitive nipples, tickling your belly and mons, feeling how your walls were gaping open to accommodate John’s huge girth.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and come for me. Want you nice and ready,” he grunted, feeling your contractions as your pleasure mounted to a head, tightening in your core and making your legs shake against his thighs, “Mm, fuck, that’s it! Fuck!”

“John, don’t come in me,” you whined, your voice slurred from your uncontrollable bliss, “I’ve been off the pill. You’ll get me pregnant if you…ungh…oh, my God…if you - shit!”

Another one, an aftershock, rocked your core. You heard it, wet and sticky, dripping down around his shaft. It made lurid, slick noises that made your cheeks flush with shame. The idea that he would willingly breed you out here in your forest made you unbelievably horny. It was so primal, so brutally feral, and with as much restraint as John usually used with you, his ruthless pounding was making you high on his affection.

“Yeah, sweet thing. I fuckin’ know,” he bent himself over you to suck on your neck, “I’m gonna bloody well make sure you are,” his voice became a little sinister as he whispered in your ear, “I took a pill before I chased you out here. Won’t be soft for a good while. I’ll just come and come and come until it’s fuckin’ pourin’ out of you. Want you to be drownin’ in it, yeah? Gonna… make… damn… sure.”

Each thrust was an ordeal with how sensitive you were. You could feel his heat pooling inside of you from the incredible friction. You couldn’t help but bear down on him, and he cried out, unable to hold himself back for much longer.

“John, please…” You weren’t sure what you were even begging for anymore.

“Say it, love. Use the safeword. Say it, before it’s too late. C’mon…”

You turned your head and met his eyes. The blue of them pierced you like a knife, and the turmoil they displayed made you even hornier for his spilled seed. You managed a tired smile and shut your mouth, turning away from him, knowing you’d won.

“Oh, fuck me,” he lamented, unable to keep himself contained.

You felt his hot, heavy ropes coat your insides for the first time, and it was everything you thought it would be. The gooey, warm sensation made your whole body tremble, and your pussy fluttered around him as if trying to stroke it all out of his shaft, hungry for more and more of his sweet, spun sugar.

He buried himself to the hilt and took a few deep breaths. Then, John turned your body over and kept rutting into you, hoisting your ankles over one of his shoulders and grabbing your thighs for support. He was completely fuck-drunk, his pupils blown wide like he was high, and he laughed softly as he looked down at you,

“Look at you, dirty girl. The flowers… so fuckin’ pretty.”

Your hands were tied behind you, digging into your back, forcing you to arch up into him, and the position pushed your breasts up into the air, your nipples filthy with mud and soil, covered in white and pink petals from the orchard’s fallen blooms. He freed one of his hands to smear the vegetation all over your skin, pawing at your breasts and gathering up more petals from the ground to paint your body.

He rested his hand over your lower belly, right where he could feel himself spearing into you, his palm right over your womb. John pressed down with a closed fist right at the end of your hole, where your flesh stopped him, and he pushed his knuckles down, tightening your walls from above. It was a singular sensation, and your body decided it was a good one, sending all sorts of confusing, panicked signals to your brain. You screamed from it, and he chuckled,

“Mm, yes… squirm for me, sweet thing. I love it when you try to get away. Can’t, can you?”

“Fuck! John! Please! God!” You were trying anything and everything to keep from coming again. You wanted to fight, and you weren’t ready for him to have the satisfaction.

But, you were helpless to him. He pounded into you hard and slow, vibrating your whole body every time he hit your wet, sticky end, and you fell into another wave of orgasms. They were difficult to pick apart. You weren’t sure where one ended and the next began. John did not seem concerned about over stimulating you, pinching and holding your clit between his finger and his thumb once he removed his fist from your womb.

“Good girl… Gonna look so beautiful when you’re all swollen, hmm?” He pet your womb again, unable to stay away from pressing on it rhythmically, “Those breasts full and heavy. Needin’ me. Needin’ me like I fuckin’ need you.”

He thrust harder, pushing your legs down over your arched belly, slamming his length into your stickiness, chasing another orgasm. He found it in you, and you could feel his cockhead nuzzling your womb as it throbbed as if begging for entrance, painting your walls again.

Then, swiftly, he pulled out of you, lifting your ass into the air, making you take your weight on your shoulders. He put his face between your legs and started to shove his tongue into your pussy, lapping at his own come as it mixed with yours. It was feral and grotesque, and you loved every soft lap of his tongue. He was shoving it inside of you, spitting himself into your swollen slit, using his clean hand to push his come deeper inside, curling his knuckles to rub you to another painful orgasm, watching you come undone. Then, he went back to licking you, gathering any lost spend from your folds and fucking it back inside you with his pink mouth.

Satisfied with his efforts, he kept you vertical and began to eat your asshole, licking and licking and licking like a hound. He managed to squeeze his tongue inside it, writhing around, sticky and warm. His fingers joined in, pistoning in and out of you together in tandem, convincing your body to clench around him, desperate for more relief.

He held you tight, digging around in his pocket for a moment before showing you his gift. It was a t-bar plug. You thought he’d slip it into your ass, but he managed to wedge it into your pussy, keeping his come inside of you, safe and sound.

“Tha’s it. Sweet girl. Doin’ so good, hm? C’mon. Let’s get you inside. Got a long night ahead of us.”

He picked you up around your legs and hoisted you over his back like a sack of flour, marching you out of the orchard and towards home.

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