𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Dr.Strange's cloak starts acting odd after he comes back from a long mission.
𝐂𝐰: Bondage, getting caught?, protected sex.
What began as a self proclaimed mage meets an actual qualified sorcerer ended up in a tender relationship. To most people’s surprise probably. Sure, most of your time together consisted of one practice session after another but there were moments for tender affection too..er well somewhat. Because as of right now, the last time you two had genuine contact was about 4 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours and 12 minutes ago. Oddly specific, right? It wasn’t like someone was keeping track of it, oh totally not.
Ever since the beginning of that timer the both of you have been rather busy with work. While Dr. Strange was dealing with world class missions with some collective he'd been hesitant to work with, his own words ask him, while you were gaining magic experience little by little. Mostly boring paperwork and some acts here and there. On the off chance you actually got to put your powers to the test, you did not hold back for a moment. Gauging your own success and celebrating it all the same. It was your time to shine, your time to show people you could be trusted with future issues. So far you had a clear record, not a single thing had gone wrong on your little pieces of work.
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Currently sitting in Sanctum Sanctorum, you sighed in relief when another paper on the neighbourhood issues had finally been finished. Setting your pens down, you turned around to look at the view outside, nearly night time already. How many hours have you done this again? Three? Seven? Turns out the ‘one more report’ turned into another and another until a pile formed. Who would have thought you'd get fixated on paperwork instead of gaming videos.
Just when you were about to leave for your nightly routine before bed, a sudden portal popped up and in walked the one and only. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” You smiled softly, not mad, not disappointed. Just glad that your Stephen was safe and sound, after all getting together with a hero had its own fair share of rules as well as difficulties in the distance department. Though, after such a long time this had become the norm. At least now things could go normal, as normal as they could anyways.
“It's not been that long.” He said, the usual tinge of sass in his dialogue yet despite his words he still walked over to you like a tired pup after playtime. Hands falling around your middle while his forehead met your shoulder with a sigh. It was his silent way of asking for a bit of affection, backpedalling on his words without having said anything. A silent language only you knew. To which you just sighed and pulled him closer and prepared to press a kiss to his forehead before a sudden force yanked you two apart.
Raising an eyebrow you questioned, “Uh, is everything alright?” Expecting a clear answer turned out to be impossible since Stephen was just as perplexed as you were. “Mostly.” He said, suspicious but not wanting to put any ideas out there just yet. Finding the game of letting you figure it out rather fun. Needing more concrete proof of his ‘theories’ before he'd take action. “Alright. Well, do what you need to, I'll be going to bed. Goodnight hun.” A simple goodbye for the night since the two of you had different sleep routines.
The next morning, however, when you had expected to have a warm morning with Stephen, after a long time apart, it was cut off by a disturbance again. Having walked to the kitchen, the hot coffee poured into two mugs by Stephen as you wrapped your arms around his middle. Face buried into his neck while you sighed in relaxation. You didn’t have the time to press a kiss to Stephen's neck before a shattering sound came from the room over. Rushing in came the infamous cloak. Latching itself against Stephen before pulling him out the room. “Huh..?” You muttered out, now standing alone in the kitchen. More confused than you’d ever been.
The same thing kept happening over and over again. If you thought it was a coincidence at first then there was no denying that it was purposeful now. Every single time you and Stephen got affectionate with one another, that damned cloak managed to butt itself into the tender moment. Ruining it. For example, cuddling while watching tv? No, the cloak wiggled itself between the two of you. Going on a walk together? Nope, the cloak started pushing Stephen forward twice as fast as you could even walk. Even holding hands was difficult with how the cloak curled its sides inwards to prevent it from happening. Something was seriously off.
Day after day it grew into a few weeks. Annoying, long weeks without being able to touch your lover at all. This must be modern torture. Sitting before Stephen, you clasped your hands below your chin. “Sooo, I've noticed your cloak dislikes me.” You said while keeping your voice low in fear of the cloak listening in and somehow ruining this moment too, without ever managing to figure things out on how to fix it. “Finally. I was beginning to think you were actually stupid.” He said with a proud smirk, crossing his arms over his chest as if he had won some lottery.
“Right, then..why? It didn’t have a problem with me before.” You said, leaning back in your chair with a deep sigh. “Think about it. You go to another side of the world for a long while with someone. You bond, grow your friendship and suddenly it's time to go back. Would you want to leave your friend?” Stephen asked, finding some neat pleasure in playing mind games with you, seeing you follow his instructions. The good ones that were supposed to give you new perspectives to think about. Another thing he could feel proud about teaching you.
“No, I'd want to keep the friendship going.” You said, serious as ever while looking over at Stephen who had already fixated his gaze on you with an expectant glint. Urging you to piece the puzzle together on your own without him having to reveal it. It took you a few moments before you laughed a soft sound between surprise and disbelief, “Wait- Don’t tell me your coak grew jealous. Of me?” As funny as the idea was, it happened to be exactly that. Going on a mission with Stephen had left the cloak longing for more time alone with its owner.
“Honestly, I'm as surprised as you are. Never have I ever thought to see a jealous relic.” Stephen said then stood up to move closer to you. Leaning down to whisper into your ear that you guys should show this piece of fabric that it shouldn’t come between the two of you anymore or else it might walk in on something it probably wouldn’t like. The whole plan was easier than expected since you had no trouble getting handsy. It had been quite a long time afterall.
Waiting until midnight before getting to work. Or rather getting all up in each other's business. It started off as a simple make out, slowly adding hands that travelled. Your one hand was gripping the back of Stephen's head while the other pulled him closer by his hip while Stephen's hands were desperately pulling you close by your clothes. Hearing the racking coming from down the hall, you were sure it was going according to how you guys discussed. Maybe even better than anticipated given you have only just begun.
Sensing the heat grow, you pinned Stephen to the bed, smothering his skin with one kiss after another, leaving the occasional bites while your hand slid down to cup his growing erection. Smiling against Stephen's skin when you heard him sigh with need, bordering on a whine. A gentle teasing tug and you had him buck his hips up into your hand, it made you happy how easy you could make him crave you. Letting your lips find his once more you began making out again, all while your hands got busy with peeling off his clothes one by one.
The pile scattered over the bed. He was finally bare and vulnerable below you, oh so pretty just for you. Flushed and heaving from those gentle kisses that wet his skin and caressing hands that knew all of the hidden erogenous zones by heart. Melting this respected sorcerer to a puddle of neediness. Smiling down at him, you cupped his dick, slowly, teasingly jerking him. Wanting to make him cry and arch into your touch with barely contained whimpers before you’d give him the speed he wanted. Thumb purposefully pressing the underside of his dick, just below the leaking crown. Sensitive and perfect.
“You know-..oh shit…you know you don’t have to hold back, right?” Stephen breathed out, stopping his sentence each time you played into his weaknesses. Soft caresses, longing looks and that damn lustful look on your face. With a smile you leaned over him, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth before whispering, “I’m not..but if you want something, you’re gonna have to say so clearly.” Your hand, still busy with jerking Stephen off in agonisingly slow movements. This was Stephen’s way of getting what he wanted without losing his pride, you knew that yet you wanted to hear him voice his own needs rather than twist the words. Seeing as you wouldn’t budge from your plan to deliciously torture Stephen, he grew a bit overstimulated.
“Come on- just..fuck me already!” He suddenly groaned, his dick leaking pre all over your thumb by this point. Though as much as you would have liked to memorise this moment of Stephen breaking under pleasure, it had been a blur of orange lights and banging on the door. Oh yeah, you’d forgotten why you were doing this in the first place. The cloak. It had escaped its cage and came tumbling down the hall to barge in but with how needy Stephen had got, there was no way he was letting anything come between you two. Hence the sudden magic, the room filled with a few portals and through them he had forged his glowing whips. The initial idea had been to use them to block out the cloak from entering but seems like the sexual frustration had doubled the effect.
The door had been completely blocked off by a net of whip parts, all messy as they lasered the room like fairy lights. That was not all, in the middle of this mess of magic the whips had tied themself around your body. Hands behind your back, together at the wrists then around your torso, to pin your arms to your sides. Turns out that your Stephen might be a bit more a freak than he lets on, a side he only shows in desperation. He did not care that things might be all over the place, all he was focused on was getting you inside him. You tensed up a bit at the sudden bondage but seeing Stephen so eager was turning you on more than you’d like to admit. Despite the awkward thrashing you could hear from the doorway, it seems the cloak really didn’t like this but knowing that nothing could be done about this moment made it leave. You didn’t notice when but at least it didn’t feel like you were being burned by an invisible gaze.
“Good..fuck- you were driving me insane you minx.” Stephen chuckled out and moved his arms to pull you down onto the bed by the whips. Almost puppeteering you with how crowded the bed suddenly felt. He wasted no time in clawing off your pants to get his hands on the prize, you could see the silent relief in his when he saw you hard and twitching against your abdomen. Seems like you did truly want this as much as he did. He held you in his hand jerking you eagerly for a moment before slipping a condom over it. You didn’t notice how or when he’d got his hands on it but it’s not like it mattered. You were about to reach heaven really soon.
With barely contained eagerness Stephen crawled over, straddling your hips to line himself up with you before sinking down. “Perfect..now that I’m in control..I’m going to do what I want.” He declared with a smile and forced himself harshly down with a needy bounce. His head falling back from the pleasure, making him clench around you like fist. A sigh left his lips before he gained a good momentum, hands neatly holding the whips steady while he lost himself to the pleasure.
You could only watch as this genius of a man was fucking himself dumb on your dick, hair rocking along with his eager grinding, eyes closed in bliss, hands tightening around the ropes to keep you pinned all while his insides perfectly squeezed you dry. You, too, were having a difficult time holding back, each bounce from Stephen felt so ethereal that one might mistake it as a massage for your mind. He was so perfect for you, despite the fact he was keeping to his own rhythm, not letting you take charge for the night. Pleasure and desperation mixing into a deadly potion of lust.
Even when Stephen was reaching his peak, he refused to speed up, keeping a consistent tempo. A knowing smirk on his face as he felt his core tighten up, threatening to clutch around your twitching dick so hard it would make you see white. “Hun..please..just a tad faster?” You begged while barely being able to keep your eyes open, mouth fallen open and soft groans escaping every time Stephen took you deep into his body. Your voices worked together perfectly to create an orchestra of sounds. “Noo..after you teased me..I think you deserve this.” He replied with a whine of his own, legs shaking from how greedily he had been fucking himself on your dick.
“Please?” You begged again, louder this time since the peak was so close for you. Just a smidge more and you’d be able to feel the euphoria wash over you. Stephen only moaned in response, cruelly ignoring the plea for a good minute before he harshened his bouncing. His inner walls clinging to your dick like a leech before he pulled you under with him. A shuddering climax rushed over the both of you, drawing out loud cries of release. Both of you felt your bodies give into exhaustion with how backs were arched and muscles that were tensed.
Taking a breather, Stephen finally let go of his magic, falling forward to lie against your chest while your hands surrounded him in a comforting hug. “Dear lord..you were perfect..” You whispered out, pressing a kiss to his temple before shuffling against the bed. Groaning when your dick twitched in Stephen, feeling cozy in the warm cavern. “I was just giving you a piece of your own medicine.” He sighed and visibly relaxed against you, eyes shut as he muttered something about cleaning up later.
You gladly agreed and let Stephen fall asleep in your arms. Smiling to yourself at the sight of an unusually soft Stephen. It made your heart soar. With a grin you looked at the doorway where the cloak had been previously seen. “Take that.” You whispered and by the sound of an upset clank downstairs, the cloak had sensed you talking shit. It would get over it soon enough, it had to. Stephen was your boyfriend afterall, there was no way a cloak was going to get between you two.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Thinking this strange robotic man was weird, you decided to ignore him until he had to catch you. Literally.
𝐂𝐰: Bondage, power bottom reader, Boothill's way of cursing, oil? as cum, creampie.
Getting money is rough. Nowadays that may be the norm everywhere yet it feels like living in the middle of nowhere has made it even more difficult than originally anticipated. Moving away and going to live on your own, to create your career, had been the best choice you’d ever made..had money not become an issue.
Let’s get one thing straight, it’s not like you were poor and struggling to get by. Quite the opposite actually, you were well known and praised by the people who lived nearby. The main issue was that your choice of income was growing old. Out of fashion. Forgotten. You had to work day and night to perfect your skills, to make each show unforgettable, to leave a deep impression. All in hopes of drawing more eyes, more people and therefore more money.
Bull riding. That’s what you had been interested in ever since you were barely a lad. Seeing shows display strong, fierce and, in your opinion, fashionable cowboys had molded your interests rather firmly. No matter what your parents threw before you, those innocent eyes had locked onto one thing and one thing only. And that was rodeo work. It’s not even that your parents could be cross, you were good. Eerily so. After your first ride on a horse a few instructors had shown incredible interest as well as enthusiasm to latch onto this natural talent. Wishing to mold you into the perfect face for the industry.
Thus began the rigorous training, which you, quite frankly, enjoyed a lot as opposed to your fellow training buddies. While others your age were bossy and picky, preferring to stay home playing around, you were happier than ever when you could feel the wind comb through your hair and experience the thrill of maneuvering animals that were wilder than an old guy on crack. Each day the smiles you wore grew brighter and each ride finished got you already excited for the next one.
Soon enough you were old and experienced enough to take up bull riding. The very same thing that had sparked this everlasting interest. That might have been the one day where tears of happiness broke through the determination which had been pushing you forward. From then on you gained popularity with each show you did. Crazy core strength held you up and hands of steel kept you steady. It would have been a ‘never before seen celebrity’ story where the culture of bull riding not scarce.
That brings us to today. You stood before your mirror, gaze intense and the thrive to keep going stronger than ever. Today was the day, the day you swore you'd put on such a show for the public that it would save this sport. It might not have been your goal from the start but as of recently it might as well have been. “They'll love this for sure. I'm confident.” You said with a smirk, flashing yourself some fingerguns before fixing the personalised hat on your head.
The whole town had been bustling and squirming in their seats when you, the renowned and nearly perfect rider, had given hints about attempting something so unbelievable that it had brought in people from large cities all around. Everyone everywhere wanted to see you win. To feel the adrenaline and taste the tension in the air when you stepped foot onto the battle ground. A battle between wild strength and human determination that was familiar to the audience and personal to you.
The years of hard work, late nights on simulated bull thrashing and workouts to keep you in top shape had all come down to this singular moment. Music blared and people cheered. “This is it. I can do it.” You breathed out as you got stationed on your bull. In and out, this was it. 8 seconds of pure strength both mentally and physically. As soon as the horn blew, gates opened and you were kicked to the arena, the plan began. Some may call it stupid, some may call it a death trap but you were determined.
One hand up, tipping your hat, before you suddenly let go of your rope to stand up on the bull’s back for a few kicks. Settling down and immediately gaining back control, waving with the free hand as if this was your easiest ride yet. A last second hands free thrash from the bull and you jumped off into safety while the irritated bull was calmed down.
The crowd cheered, screamed and celebrated on your behalf. You had done it. Pulled off something that was so dangerous that not even other professionals would dare to attempt it. No one had doubted the fact you’d get nearly perfect scores, since that’s what you usually bagged but to hear the judges announce ‘103.7 points’ was mental not just to you but everyone who was watching. It made you scream of happiness, almost throwing your hat to the ground as you cheered. Adrenaline rushing through you, doubling with each smiling face you saw. For a split moment your eyes locked with a mysterious grey pair, that was focused on you with hawk-like attention, before you got guided out.
You broke the score. 103.7 out of 100 is something that not many would attempt let alone achieve. You were the legend, the myth, the most well known bull rider there was. Heart pounding as you walked through the people, managers and eager fans wanting a speck of your eyes on them. The same could be said about the grey eyes following your every move, silently, patiently. The evening had been packed with one interview after another, all desperate to hear why you had done this, how you managed it and what could people expect next.
After the medals were distributed, rewards received and most interviews had been taken care of, you sighed in relief. Eyes from all over the country were now focused on you, on the hobby you wished got more recognition. It made your heart happier than a first love ever could. Turning around you walked back towards your quarters, after all the next show must live up to the expectations people had set by now. Boots clanking with each step you took down the dry mud roads. Mind already reeling with stunts you had to perfect if you wanted to implement them into your future routines.
“Excuse me.” The words dragged you out of your thoughts, making you turn around. Half expecting a buckle bunny to flutter her eyelashes at you, instead you were face to face with a...cowboy? Well he certainly looked the part. “Yeah?” You said back, tipping your hat as a greeting while silently assessing this intriguing stranger. Seems like he wasn’t from around these parts, though he could very well fit in if he lost the whole half-robot look. Not that it was bad, just an odd ‘choice’.
“I saw ya show. Impressive.” The stranger spoke and then leaned closer to whisper, “Ya ain’t seen a man about this tall. Gold tooth and hiding his face, have ya?” The sudden interrogation made you raise an eyebrow for a moment before scanning through your memories. “I don’t think so. Why do you ask?” Your words an octave lower as the tension grew between the two of you, arms crossed over your chest while glaring at this suspicious man. He seemed to sense the distrust, hoping to keep the initial bridges intact he did some damage control despite his preferences to keep his identity a secret.
“No need to get defensive. The name’s Boothill, I’m a galaxy ranger. The guy I’m after was seen near here.” He introduced with an open arm, expecting you to shake it and work as an ally for the time being since your line of job had a lot more connections with locals, which in turn would benefit Boothill to finish his job faster. “A galaxy ranger. Yeah right.” You said back, not believing whatever this man was telling you, refusing to shake hands. He was odd, acting like a police officer while claiming to..what...travel the galaxy? A comedian would be a better fit title for him.
“I don’t know what you’re after but rid yourself of the lulus before mingling with my locals.” You said sternly and turned around on your heel to protect your peace. There was no way you would trust this person who looked like he was one tick away from opening fire. It wouldn’t do you any good to become buddy-buddy with the insane guy who claimed to ride ponies into the sunset, on a quest to find some man you’re not even sure you’d ever seen. You could hear subtle grumbling and indecisive steps behind you but when Boothill had finally decided to call out for you once more you were already on the other side of the street, nearly home.
“Ah darn it. Tomorrow then.” Boothill said while returning to his own hotel room for the night. This mission wasn’t supposed to be this difficult but it seems like with no help from locals, which in his case was you, it was bound to draw out into a comically long trip. Hence the following week or so, this half robot has been on your tail. It was barely noticeable at first but then it grew pathetically desperate. He needed your help and fast, there was no way he could get his hands on his target otherwise.
Day after day you avoided him like the plague itself. Pretending you were busy, talking with others, in a rush or blatantly ignoring him, yeah you used every trick in the book to prevent yourself from having to partner up with Boothill on some mission that could be mistaken as a feverdream. Who else would want to become partners with a half robot ranger that apparently has been to space? Definitely not you.
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On one particular night where you were training late in one of the simulation rooms for bull riders, you failed to notice the intense eyes glaring at your back. It had been hours by now, sun far behind the horizon and you still hadn’t left this room, fixated on bettering your form and polishing your moves for the upcoming show. Your shirt had been long forgotten onto a nearby rack, occasionally used as a towel to wipe your sweat. The robot bull was turned on once more and you focused on your routine until suddenly you felt a thick rope swoop over your head, tightening around your arms, pinning them at your sides. A pull backwards earned a yelp from you as you were dragged to the floor and closer to the source of this ambush.
“OI FUCK OFF-” You yelled out before a certain ranger stood over you, smirking down at your helpless state with mild intrigue. “Shh shh..I just need ya to stay still.” Boothill said while helping you sit up yet not undoing the binds from around you. Snickering to himself as you seethed in your spot. Practically a steaming teapot ready to let out the worst ear bleeding screech the world would have the misfortune to hear. Who was this asshole and what right did he have to lasso you!? If you were on bad terms with him before then now it was more than set in stone…despite it being one-sided given how much Boothill seemed to fancy catching you.
“Look, you little bull, I need ya help so stop running away from me.” Boothill said, crouching down before you, the rope tight in his hand as he tugged on it ever so slightly. It made you feel more like the bull than the bull rider. Gritting your teeth as you spoke, “No. Ever heard of a rejection before?” the words sarcastic and clearly fed up with this stranger. Boothill sighed and tilted his head, “Listen I’m running outta time here you fudgehead. You either help me or I leave ya here until someone notices their famous bull rider is gone.” The threat sent shivers down your spine, making you silently reevaluate the pros and cons in this situation.
The gears turned in your head for a long while, gazing Boothill up and down a few times. Eyes rolling each time he seemed to grin or make gestures to mimic you going missing. He drove a hard bargain but it’s not like you were in an position to make deals for yourself. Better hope this task of Boothill’s was something actually worth doing. You would certainly give him a piece of your mind were he to ruin all the hard work you’d done for this town so far.
“What do I have to do with this anyways? Can’t you go deal with it alone?” You asked, putting the hatred behind for a moment to gather intel on the situation. If you were to help Boothill then it would be better if you actually knew the backstory rather than jumping in head first. “Apparently he has guards around that prevent me from getting close. Seeing as he’s a big fan of ya he’d let you in easier than I could manage on my own.” Boothill explained and reluctantly gave intel on this man he was after. It wasn’t as detailed as you would have hoped but it gave you a good sense of who was in the right here and who needed to feel the cruel hand of justice.
“So, whadda ya say? Are ya on my side or not?” He asked, grinning while his gaze roamed over your body. From the messy hair, glistening chest and binded hands. You were a nice catch that’s for sure. “Sure, but for your information I never work with people who I deem strangers.” You said back, the sass still ever present in your tone despite the two of you being a team from now on. The grin on Boothill’s face grew as soon as you said that and he leaned even closer. “Why don’t we get to know one another then.” The question was framed as an order and before you could quip back, he had placed the hat from his head to yours, tipping it down to hide your face. "Let's get to know each other reeeal good.” Boothill added with a low snicker.
“Should have known you were one of those buckle bunny wannabes afterall.” You huffed out, face slightly flushed from this intimate moment from which you had no opportunity to get out of. Being in the rodeo scene had some hidden gestures and it seems like neither of you were strangers to them. The comment earned a chuckle alongside a tug against the rope, letting you feel the slight friction burn. “I’m just getting to know ya. Just like ya wanted, no?” He grinned once more and purposefully stood up to teasingly press against the faint tent at the front of your pants. Adding pressure when you visibly tensed up at the touch, “That good?”
Boothill’s words didn’t reach your ears as you wiggled against the restraints and pressed your thighs together as best you could. “Tsk-tsk..little bull you can’t expect us to grow familiar if you do that.” He teased and pulled on the rope again, making you lean forward with a groan. Feeling the hat begin to slip from your head, “Now, that better stay on. Looks good on ya.” He said as he pressed it firm onto your head before sliding his metal hand down to tilt your head up. Seeing the flushed face for the first time. Oh boy what a sight it was. Straight out of an erotica. Brows furrowed, eyes barely open and lips parted to draw in puffs of air from the stuffy room. The scene itself made Boothill subconsciously add pressure against your growing erection, pulling out another shiver from your body.
“You play real dirty ranger.” The words barely croaked out as another wave of shivers travelled down your spine. Your eyes falling shut as you silently pushed your hips into the heavy metal foot to get some form of friction to build. “Ah..that desperate already?” Boothill mused and evilly pulled his foot away before turning around to find a spot to proceed. The middle of a training room seemed a tad too extreme for him. Tugging on the rope to get you to follow like a lamb being led to slaughter, he managed to sit on one of the leather ottoman chairs.
Smirking up at you while patting his thigh, “Come on now, show me just how good ya can ride.” Boothill tugged you closer by the rope, watching how you tried to gracefully land onto his lap. Maybe hitting your legs a few times against the furniture but a few bruises aren’t something you weren’t used to. “Hah..you seem to be enjoying this game.” You commented while shuffling yourself comfortable on Boothill’s lap, he was metal so it wasn’t exactly easy but at least he was surprisingly warm compared to the wooden floor. “‘course I do. It’s you who’s on top of me.” He purred out and leaned in to press a light kiss to your neck.
Slowly but surely making his way up to the bottom of your jaw before nipping at the skin there, thriving when your lips let out a yelp. “Careful now, don’t want to frighten your bull here.” He said, referring to himself, then tugged you closer so he had better access to your bare chest. Making sure each surface was properly powdered with kisses, bites and licks while slowly moving against you in undulating motions. The more Boothill lathered affection to the juncture between your neck and collar, the more restless you grew. Back gradually arching before it turned into needy grinds against the hard plains beneath you. “You are such a tease..if you’re gonna kiss me do it right.” You groaned out between hot breaths.
Boothill glanced up from his comfortable nook, easily straightening up to capture your lips in a heated kiss. The rope around you momentarily forgotten as his hands caressed down your body and into your jeans. Palming the warm globes before a hand dipped lower, teasing at your entrance with light circular motions. “S-shit..how will you even-” Your question was cut off by a spontaneous bite against your shoulder. “Shh, just enjoy your ride..I’ll deal with the details.” Boothill murmured against your skin as he yanked your jeans off, letting them fall to the ground with no further attention.
The bite had made you moan lowly, resting your head against Boothill’s shoulder the best you could without fully losing the hat on your head. With natural ease your body heated up and began working against the pressure on your ass. Grinding in a figure eight motion to rub your leaking dick against Boothill’s front while also pushing back against the hand probing you open for further penetration. Each roll had you huffing out warm air, biting your lip to prevent lewd moans from slipping free.
Boothill’s free hand found the rope again and he fiercely pulled it back to pull you against him, arching perfectly against his metal body. “Good boy..” he growled and added another finger to the one your body had come accustomed to. To see your flushed face eagerly pushing down against Boothill’s hand was heaven, making him push his hand further inside to hear that wonderful gasp you tended to let out when something felt especially good.
With gradual ease your neediness grew, turning into soft whines of “Come on..just..stop teasing me..” each plea was answered with a chuckle, kiss or sudden thrust of his fingers inside you. He loved seeing you squirm with pleasure, his cute little bull rider. Sensing you were prepared enough, Boothill guided out his own dick. It wasn’t real, obviously, though that didn’t stop him from having fun. Especially when your fucked out expressions would bring him to his own climax. A hand on your lower back to keep the arch steady, he lined up his dick with your hole and then eased himself inside.
A shuddering groan left you, with the little power you had left you pushed down. Impatiently impaling yourself on Boothill’s warm dick, letting it fill you to the brim. “Mhm..that’s the good spot..” you whispered out, head straightening up from its leaned back position. Surprised to see the barely holding on look Boothill harboured, it was your turn to smirk as you showed him why you were the infamous bull rider. He wanted a ride? You'd give him exactly that. Immediately resuming with the round grinds to get used to him filling you. Each roll of your hips somehow pulled out a small huff from Boothill.
Within a few minutes all purity was out the window, you were loudly groaning with each bounce you made on his dick. Taking him deep with a clench before letting go and undulating then repeating the motion with growing vigour. Feeling how it tapped perfectly against your prostate, nudging past it every few grinds before hitting the spot flawlessly. Gosh it was good and by the, now flushed, expression on Boothill, it felt good for him too. Making him pull you closer by the rope before grinding his own hips to buck up into you. Your bodies flush together as you worked in tandem with one another, like two pieces that fit together splendidly.
Suddenly, Boothill wrapped both his arms around your middle before thrusting up inside you with frantic movements. “Oh fudge..hang on little bull..” he groaned and captured your lips in another kiss while pounding into you with growing power. His hands pulling you down against him with each movement for additional friction as he felt the edge so close now. Just a little bit more. With a gruff rumble he stilled and pressed his hips flush with your ass.
The sudden action made you clench up, back arching wildly while he filled you with none other than a liquid that felt and looked like oil yet didn’t have the smell. “Oh my..oh, fuuckk..” You whimpered out while riding through Boothill’s climax to reach your own, quickly rubbing yourself against his hard torso before letting go with a whine. Splurting your cum to cover the little crevices of his stomach and abdomen. For a moment you two sit there in each other's arms, breathing and catching up with the beating heats that seemed to echo throughout the room.
“You definitely deserve the praise. That one one flipping good ride.” Boothill finally sighed out and busied himself with unbinding your arms. Fingers gently caressing the slight irritation the constant friction had left on your skin. “Yeah..haven’t had a good ‘bull’ in a while.” You chuckled and stretched your arms up, then rested them on Boothill’s shoulders for support. Slowly pulling yourself off his lap, sighing breathily when the drag of his dick stimulated your insides, it squelched out with a slight pop followed by a dribble of his release, sticky and eager to show face.
“Hm, looks like you enjoyed it as much as I did.” You pointed out, dragging a finger through the mess between your thighs, feeling it awkwardly drip from your ass and then holding it out for Boothill to see. Smirking when he actually got embarrassed and looked away, with a step closer you pressed your hand against his abdomen. Mixing your own cum with his, “Seems like we really did get to know one another.” The words whispered and slow as you leaned closer to press a kiss to his ear. Patting his messy tummy as a teasing gesture.
Smiling to yourself as you straightened up, joints popping while you walked around to clothe yourself back up. The nightly training session could be concluded as done, now to get home, into a nice warm shower before bed. Oh yeah, tomorrow you and Boothill will begin working together. So there’s that to look forward to. “Up up ranger. You stay here and I might have to report you as the missing one instead.” You teased with a wink and watched how he scrambled up, fixed appearance and looked for his hat before seeing you wear it with a smile, your own hat hugged to your chest.
“Catch me if you can.” You mouthed before jogging out of the training room, chuckling when Boothill followed with a laugh of his own. “You’re on little bull. I'll catch you again.”
do you only do top male reader?? Just wondering after reader ing some of ya stories, I’m not hating, I was just wondering. Sorry if I come off as rude, have a good day or night!
I tend to yes, given it's based off myself or rather my preferences. Although I will say that it's not set in stone, so there might be the off chance the reader will be the on the receiving end. (Like 80/20)
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: An antique collector gets an unusal package containing a knight ('A Knight' from Reverse 1999) right at his doorstep, with lots of old english.
𝐂𝐰: Blow job, unprotected mirror sex and a creampie.
Being into ancient relics came with its pros and cons, for example your house looked like a literal portal to a Victorian house…at the expense of you living off of 2 dollars until your next paycheck. Which in hindsight wasn’t as bad as it sounded given the high ranking job you managed to somehow bag. No need to worry about going to the office either, remote work - you really were blessed weren’t you. Nice modest house, from the outside that is, a beautiful interior filled with all sorts of mystical shiny relics you had managed to collect like a crow and a good job- Ding dong.
You weren’t expecting any guests, especially at this hour. With a grumbled murmur of, ’Who in the hell comes over at 7am sharp.’ you made your way to the front door of your flat. Taking a deep breath in to mentally prepare yourself for any sort of human interaction before plastering on a smile and opening the door. To your surprise the hallway was empty, not a single soul in sight at all. It’s as if a ghost had decided to pull a prank on you and ding dong ditched you leaving nothing more but a few boxes in its wake.
Another, more annoyed sigh left you before your gaze lowered to the ground where two boxes were left to be welcomed into your comfortable Victorian looking house. It was an easy deduction that these must be some of the items you had bought a few days? Weeks? Maybe even months or years ago..you’ve lost count of the times you’ve ‘accidentally’ wandered onto a website that sells all sorts of trinkets for your hoarder mind. The older the better, that’s how it usually went.
A swift few trips back and forth from your door to the livingroom and the lonely boxes were finally adopted into the family of silver shine that covered the place. The first box opened up to two beautiful antique vases - intricate designs of wreaths covered shimmering the area perfectly. One simple look around and you knew exactly where to place the vases. The small nooks, that the plethora of items you owned had created, on each side of the hallway leading to your bedroom like you were some royalty.
The second box was a little more concerning, to say the least, it was heavy. Like really heavy for some shiny antiques. Aside from that, you didn’t quite recall buying anything other than a couple of vases. Sure, your mind could have fooled you but surely you would have remembered a purchase that seemed to weigh tons. Anticipation filled your gut as you hovered over the box, hunched like a dragon obsessing over every speck of gold in the mountains of shinies your mind was hooked on.
With careful precision you removed the tape from the box and let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Opening a freebie of sorts shouldn’t be as nerve wracking as it is right now. ’Did someone send this to the wrong address? No- what if this is something illegal. I really should just leave it..’ Seems like that inner debate lasted for approximately 3 seconds before eyeing the suspicious box became too daunting and you quickly opened it up. Having pressed your eyes shut in case something were to jump out of it and scare you.
One, two, three, four- okay nothing jumped out to surprise you. Recovering from the tense jumbled position your hands managed to form, as a protective gesture, gave you a better chance to properly look at what the box had to offer. Inside laid an absolutely stunning silver armour. It was beautiful, more so than any other old knightly armour you had seen before. It was in pristine condition, shiny with no smell of rust, covered from head to toe in extremely small carvings that were clearly embedded into it with love.
The only..concerning part of this all was that the box seemed packed. Well, it looked like it was filled to the brim, ready to bust - which gave the initial fear of the box containing something illegal- but to your eyes it was a mere cape with some metal gloves. Clearly part of an armour..maybe the rest of the armour was buried beneath the cape - which was beaming with rich blue fabric and golden stitches to show its high class. Though as soon as you tried to reach into the box it didn’t even take a millisecond before sheer surprise made your body recoil backwards.
’What the hell was that.’ You thought as your gaze lingered on the suspicious cardboard before you, then lowered to your shaking hands. You swear you felt something - shocker the box had items in it- but you didn’t touch anything. Your hands hovered over the metal gloves but you weren’t touching them. So, why in the hell did it feel like a hard surface was beneath your skin. ’Am I going insane? Is this the end for my brain?’ The thoughts spilled from your lips via an awkward chuckle.
Some small glances between your right and left hand eased your spiralling mind before they were ultimately dragged across your face with a groan. Maybe it was the early morning that was fucking with your head because no other suggestion would provide a suitable answer for your weird hallucination, if that moment could even be called that. It was around 7 am in the morning after all, perhaps you were still half asleep and not thinking correctly..or worst case scenario you’ve unleashed a phantom into your house, forced to get an unwelcome roommate.
Moving slightly closer to the box, for probably the third time in the span of half an hour, you pulled all your courage to try and see what truly was inside the box. ’There’s no way what just happened was real. Some passing…air..maybe..hopefully’ Not even you yourself managed to reassure the marathon running heart beating out of your chest.
“Ah..That wast quite a trip…Greetings.” A voice reached your ears and instead of the usual screech, yelp or a freak out, you had properly convinced yourself that you had lost it. Falling back onto your heels you sat before the mystical box that seemed to house a…ghost?
“...WHAT THE SHIT!?” It finally seemed to click that what had just happened was not, in fact, a dream but real life. Even though you could see nothing but some metallic gloves and a curtain of a blue cape it took way too long for you to react to the presence before you. Scrambling up to your feet, heart ready to meet its grave as you quite literally sprinted down the hallway to shield yourself in your bedroom. ’What is happening..this is not real..but it was. The damn armour spoke.’ You heaved out as your back was neatly pressing against the wooden door, providing a comforting feeling of knowing nothing, even the weird knight ghost, could sneak up on you.
- - -
’Okay..breathe in..and out..you can do it..’ That had been a soothing mantra leaving your lips for the past..let's say another half an hour. Each time you had come close to opening your door, which was just your hand lingering ominously over the doorknob, your mind managed to convince you to retract your hand. Leaving it awkwardly stiff beside you as the next wave of hyping up followed. It probably took you about ten more minutes before you actually got the courage to exit the comfort of your bedroom.
The walk into your living room area seemed a lot longer than you remembered, it might have been the fear that played the most important role right now but at least it gave you the time to think of an ‘escape' plan. Spoiler: it would have been you sprinting right back into your bedroom, which one might argue, is not the most clever of plans.
One look to the left and one look to the right managed to dim the light of your concerns, Pheww..there's no one here. See, I told you there was nothing to worry about.’ You whispered out to yourself. The worries that had clouded your mind for way too long were eased, as much as one could ease them in this situation to be fair, so for your own sanity you wanted to quickly discard the cursed cardboard and go back to your humble life.
The chucked out box looked innocently back at your grimacing face. Almost making it seem like you were having a stare off with it before pulling your door closed. A deep breath in and you were finally ready to actually start your day, despite the chaos you had endured for the better part of an hour now. Turning around you were faced with none other than the mystery armour itself. “So, I'm not crazy. I've just lost it all..” your mouth hung open at the sight, the fleeing plan from before having morphed into a freezing one.
“Someone believeth we did get off on the wrong foot. ‘Tis a delight to meeteth thee, sir.” As much as you would have wanted to answer with something, anything, there was a clear and strong barrier between your head and your mouth, refusing to let anything pass. Instead of communicating you stared at the knight in utter shock with your jaw probably growing roots against the wooden floor by this point. “I am, Knight. Nay necessity to worry for Someone is not vengeful.” he bowed before you in a well-mannered way.
It took you a few blinks and stutters before you mustered out a simple, “What..are you?” That seemed to be the question that broke the dam because the following flood of questions seemed to confuse the poor knight as much as you had been confused and continued to be. “How did you get here? Why are you here and what the fuck is up with the invisibility?!”
“Right, such a colourful vocabulary thee has't.” The knight murmured out as he swayed in his spot - as visible from the swishing from his cape. He held out his hands in a surrender and tried to explain as calmly as he could in hopes that the words would actually reach your overburdened head.
“I'm afraid Someone doth not have't an answer for yond, or aught of those questions. Someone recalls getting defeated in combat and now..waking up here.” The smooth voice from the invisible body before you says, and you can somewhat tell, from the moving cape, that he's looking around the place. Inspecting the interior as if he hadn't had the time for that when you’d locked yourself into your bedroom for half an hour.
“So..you just are like..that?” You asked, hands motioning to the body or lack thereof with a confused expression. Brows having contorted into a jumbled mess as you desperately tried to wrap your head around all of this crazy magical nonsense that had been suddenly pushed into your casual life.
The knight nodded, or that's what it seemed like at least, “Correct, this is merely how Someone is.” The knight turned around with a swish, and happily questioned you about your interior choices. “Someone might not but sayeth, thy interior selections art quite embracing. Art thee fond of history?”
The nod was already halfway finished when you realised that you were genuinely speaking to some invisible knight. ’There's nothing to do about it anymore anyways..might as well have a chat.’ Walking a bit closer, to quickly slip past him you walked to the living room and gestured to the different antiques you've been collecting for years now. “I am, yes. Any object with historical value or an eye-pleasing design has a place in my home.”
Throwing a quick smile towards the invisible knight seemed like a welcoming enough gesture as the knight moved closer to better chat on the topic. Being an old knight from fuck knows which time period gauranteed some first hand experience, in the historical view point. Two historical nerds being pulled together by fate had ensured long chats on anything antique related. Luckily for you the ‘phantom’ you thought to have let loose in your flat just happened to be a devoted and gentle knight. You weren’t sure how or why this happened but as of right now, this surprise roommate was good enough.
- - -
It has been a few months since this mysterious knight entered your life. There might have been a bit of a rocky start to this new living plan but as it turns out it wasn’t that different to how things would have been with a regular roommate, yours was just..a little obscure. In that time you’ve been together with him the amount of knowledge you’ve gained is astronomical. You knew your stuff before but now, having a real person to confirm or deny these ‘facts’ was real handy. As well as getting to know the real meaning behind some antiques. It was thrilling to say the least.
In addition to all of that, you got to know the knight better. All of his past battles, memories, friends..everything. He had been surprisingly willing to share such personal parts of himself so fast. Which likely worked to create a stronger bond, because what lunatic would immediately trust ‘flying’ gloves without knowing anything about said gloves. He came out to be a lot more interesting than you had previously thought.
Though there is one little knack to it all. He seems to be very insistent on calling you ‘his Lord’. It wasn’t immediate, no not at all, it was gradual. Revealing stories of his past Lord and then ever so slowly starting to refer to you as a Lord. Maybe it was the interior design that made him fit right in or maybe he just missed his Lord at home - wherever that may be - but he didn’t even stop when you brought it up. In fact, it seemed to enable him.
“My Lord, Someone might not but sayeth I'm thankful for thy hospitality. You've been more than kind.” He said earnestly as he sat across from you at the dining table, conveniently fit for two in this small warm flat. It was almost audible how he beamed when he said it, having forced it out from the deepest parts of his heart.
“I said it already, you don’t need to call me ‘Lord’. I’m just some guy you live with now.” You half assedly laughed out while swishing the cooling tea around in your mug with a spoon. A comforting habit you’ve picked up on, and it seems he had too given how the armoured hand hesitantly moved to cover yours.
“I insist. Thee helped me and Someone wisheth to showeth his own gratitude” the knight murmured out honestly and drew his hand back once your mindless tea mixing motion had come to a still. There was a moment of silence before he spoke up once again, this time more sheepishly. As if he was actively debating whether to truly speak his mind or not while he was already speaking, “Doth such a title bother thee?”
He doesn’t even let you answer that it doesn’t as much as bother you but it just feels out of place given they didn’t live in the 17th century or well, you didn’t. “Someone just wisheth to refer to his own loveth accordingly.” Yes, you heard that correctly. He did just say that and by the looks of it was mostly intentional, maybe revealed a bit earlier than he was ready for given the fidgeting hands on his cape but it certainly wasn’t a mistake. The knight didn’t even attempt to take it back, just waiting for a response to the small confession.
“You..I heard that correctly..right?” You practically choked out, surprised - though let's be honest the signs were very much clear. The use of a title, the small affectionate gestures, the deep talks about his past. The knight trusted you a lot more, a lot faster than one would in such a short amount of time.
“Ay. Yond is correct. Someone wisheth to pursueth thee, if thee don't mind yond, my Lord.” He said out with a heartfelt tone, shifting in his seat to lean more onto the table, likely not wanting to miss any small reaction you might let out. Every small detail was valuable to him, especially when it came to love.
“I..I’m not sure, it’s just.” You didn’t want to break the poor knight’s heart. He was kind and charming - from what you’ve managed to deduct - but he was an invisible knight. No amount of delusion changed that. “I’m sure you’re a really kind guy-” “Please. Someone beggeth thee. This comes from the bottom of his own core. Alloweth Someone showeth thee the extent of this loveth, my Lord.”
’Gosh, was he always so adorable? Begging to prove his love..that amount of devotion wasn’t easy to come by nowadays.’ You sighed and let out a gentle chuckle. Head tilting up from the mug between your hands to now look at the desperate knight. “Alright. I accept your confession.”
This made the knight ecstatic, getting him to jump from his chair before his armoured hands came up to cover his mouth. “Apologies, Someone is over the lunar sphere from thy acceptance. Someone is so joyous he couldst kisseth thee.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out from his body language that he was begging, aching to show his devotion, his love for you.
With a sheepish sigh you nodded at him, giving him the permission he was hoping to receive. No time was wasted for him to quickly make it before you. His armoured cold hands coming to hesitantly and so gently rest at your cheeks, the metal caressing your warm skin before he leans forward. “Someone loveth thee.” The whispered words brushed your lips before the two worlds met.
His lips were very much real and warm, obviously he was real but it was your first time kissing an invisible knight, you didn’t know what to expect so to feel it was relatively normal eased your mind. Hands sliding up his armoured hands to explore their way onto the knight’s shoulders and then around his neck to pull him closer. Growing more confident with the way things were going, you wasted no time in tilting your head feeling him lose his base adrenaline from the beginning.
A smile made its way onto your lips as you felt his breath hitch into your mouth, eating that delicious reaction right up. Following your instincts and sliding your tongue along his shaky lower lip before intruding his mouth. Huffs and slurps filled the air around you two as you dedicated the moment to show him the modern, intense, kisses his knightly mind couldn’t even fathom. “My Lord..” the breathed sound was like music to your ears as you pulled away from his lips, seeing the clear signs of shared spit between you two breakrather lewdly.
“Can Someone please thee?” He huffed out, armoured hands still cupping your face as you could feel his intense gaze on you. Begging. You didn’t even need to see it to know that his face was begging for you. For him to be able to show his love. “Of course, Love.” The shaky breath that left him at the response did not go unnoticed by you, feeling how the cold metal travelled down your neck to your chest, gliding it down the front until your hips.
Kneeling before you his hands pried open your thighs, thumbs massaging the skin beneath the fabric. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you could feel how his head leaned in to press gentle pecks all along your thighs. Ranging from your knees to the thighs to the inner thighs before his nose was flush with your groin, pressing intimate kisses the the area. Pulling you a little closer as his armoured hands grabbed your ass so he could properly hide his face between the soft warm thighs that belonged to you, his Lord.
“May Someone?” he breathed out and buried his head into your warmth. Nuzzling his nose against your growing hardness with need that was unexpected from a calm and collected knight such as himself. Smiling against you when he felt your hands travel down to rid yourself of the annoying fabric that seemed like a brick barrier between you two right about now.
As soon as the pants had been cast aside and let pool at your ankles after some quick manoeuvring, the knight wasted no time in pleasing his Lord. One, two and three kisses up your length before his armoured hands dug it out from your boxers, dragging his tongue along the slit. Tasting the pre that had started to bead from the tip at the continuous affection you were receiving from the knight worshipping you on his knees.
“You can..do what you wish-” before you were given the chance to even finish your sentence, the knight had already kissed the needy and messy head before taking it into his mouth. Humming against it as he suckles it with a slurp, making you lean your head back with a groan. Hands going to quickly grasp the seat of the backless chair you were sitting on while the knight selfishly pushed his head down to take you in his mouth whole.
The feeling of a warm, welcoming mouth with a soft tongue gliding against the underside of your dick was heavenly. Making you press your eyes shut while you face the ceiling, to deal with the loving affection you've been deprived of for a while. Who knew that such devotion and worshipping felt so damn good that you felt your chest heave and thighs shudder under the armoured hands that kept them perfectly open and in place for the knight.
Hollowing his cheeks around your dick, the knight pulled his head up to run his tongue over your head again before lowering it to take you to the base. Feeling how you grew harder in his warm mouth, how you twitched in his throat like some starved man. Gosh if he wasn’t smitten before then he certainly was now. Wanting to please his Lord until he was satisfied and on cloud nine.
The knight hummed in delight from the way you heaved from his ministrations, that in turn making him pick up his bobbing to deepthroat you with every single move. “Ahh..wai- mmh!” The words were cut off by the knight's armoured hand reaching to cup your balls, fondling them with care while he gagged on your dick like some hoe who'd just seen an ankle for the first time in his life.
The warmth of his wet mouth and squeeze of his adjusting throat were damn near perfect that when he ignored your plea from before he certainly acknowledged the way your body shook violently not, staggering on release. The shivered breaths and hitched bucks into his mouth made the knight as pleased as he could be. “..hahh Love..please..” you managed to force out from the onslaught of pleasure.
A moment to catch your breath as his mouth popped off your erection, the pre mixed with saliva keeping you connected. “I don't..shitt..I don't want to cum from this..can I fuck you?” The words came out breathy and hopeful as you finally leaned your head down to look at the sight of the knight, your knight treating your dick as if it's a sucker.
While he decided if he wanted to let you or not, your gaze zoned in on the fact you could see through him. You could see how he took you into his mouth, how your dick fit his throat and how it squeezed you deliciously. You really could see the hazed pre-covered channels his body ‘hid’, the same ones you had claimed. Damn was it a turn on.
With an eager nod the knight rose from his feet to take your hand and pull you up. Hoping to guide you to your bedroom, through the royal looking hall, where you could continue to explore and share the devotion of love as a knight should to his Lord. However, that plan was spoiled, not in a bad way though. Instead of the bedroom, you dragged your knight next to a mirror. Standing behind the eager knight and ridding him of the cape that obstructed your perfect view.
Your hands finding his shoulders and travelling down his body, worshipping the hidden gem of a man just as he had done to you minutes before. Sliding them down his chest to stomach and then his thighs which you grabbed and pushed down on, making his ass slot flush against your hard on.
“Have you always been naked, hmm?” You whispered slyly as your hands roamed, claimed and ravaged his body like some carnivore. To which he simply let out a shaky breath, leaning his body more against you as a silent invitation to take and enjoy your meal. To show just how much you loved him.
A sneaky hand had made its way into the crease of his ass, exploring until it found a snug rim of muscles. ’Perfect.’ You thought as you massaged it in a circle before teasingly putting pressure on it til the tip of your pointer finger slipped past the force.
It wasn’t even much and you had already dragged out a moan from your knight, it was small and similar to a hitched breath but it was there. Slowly easing your finger in, you took pride in the sounds already leaving the knight. All shaky and broken as if you were already fucking him dumb. Your gaze focused on the sight of your digit going in and out consistently in the mirror, seeing everything through his clear body.
Not deeming it worth seeing just yet, you waited until he was prepped before showing him the sight you found magical and took pride in. Once the single finger had turned to two, letting you scissor him to your heart's content it felt like a good time to grind your neglected throbbing erection against his ass. Making sure you didn’t soften while getting your knight nice and loose for you.
The knight had had his head leaned back on your shoulder, warm breaths escaping his parted lips like a prayer while your hands worked their magic. When he felt three digits work him open, curling and thrusting in him with nasty squelches he bit his lip to limit the lewd whimpers his well used throat was collecting like a magnet. The broken bucks down against your fingers said more than words ever could.
“You're so perfect, Love.” You murmured slowly as you withdrew your fingers with a slick sound, earning a broken gasp from your knight. The coated fingers gave a few pumps to your dick before guiding it right against your knight’s quivering hole. Applying pressure to it but not breaching it just yet. Instead your free hand moved to look for his head, forcing him to look down into the mirror to see the spot you were about to ruin and claim.
“Look at that, love. Focus on it, yeah?” You whispered as you finally pushed in and breached his tight hole. Feeling how his body tensed from the intrusion but despite the overwhelming feeling of you filling him up til breaking, he followed orders like a good knight. Focusing exactly where you had wanted, seeing how you had entered him. How his needy hole was trying to eat you up, to pull you further into the body he owned yet now shared with you.
“Moveth…please moveth, my Lord.” he croaked out with a simple buck against your dick. Feeling how it buried itself deeper, digging itself a snug home within the welcoming cavern inside your knight. Having seen perfectly how each drag of your dick against his walls was carving a road to heaven. Every small move drawing out a perverted sound from the already overstimulated knight.
Pushing your knight flush against the mirror before you, the grip on his neck never faltered, keeping his gaze exactly where you wanted it. Loving the idea that he’s seeing you ravage his body, claim it for your own with each wet slap of skin against skin. Feeling how his body shook and shuddered beneath your determined bucks against his soft yet clear skin. Pushing in an up to reach as deep within him as possible, showing your devotion to him loud and clear, leaving no room for interpretation.
“Oh-! fuckk..” the knight spilled his moans as he saw the brutality of your thrusts. Knowing - feeling how your dick pistoned in and out of his quivering depths like there was no tomorrow but also being ordered to see. God damn was it hot to be forced to view how your flushed and needy head toyed with his gushy walls, how your dick throbbed within him and most of all how your pre beaded out of your slit to fog up the clear view in his body.
Your hands suddenly grasped at his hips and pressed against him, hard. Pushing yourself into him so much that he felt his sweaty chest come into contact with the cool mirror. Lewd, loud and broken moans being pulled out from your knight while you pick up your pace. The once slow and calculated thrust transforming into raw needy ones. Chasing the high you'd been teetering on once before.
The knight’s metal gloves were clanking against the mirror while you fuck into him like a rabid dog. The sweet like honey mewls only tightening the eventually bursting knot in your abdomen. The tight perfectly delicious squeeze around your shaft, the filthy sounds of pleasure and creaking from your surroundings and the stimulation of fucking your knight dumb provided were enough.
“Pleaseplease- fuuckk..Love!” You groaned out as the burning tightness in you was becoming overwhelming. Your hips burying themselves neatly against your knights plush ass in a frenzy as you shake against one another. The force of it all making your knight cry out in bliss, drowning out the cracking of glass.
With no warning or a heads-up, you drew your dick out til the head and harshly pressed back in, one final time before coming. A loud moan erupts from your knight as the final blow pushed so perfectly into him, though the bliss was short lived with the sudden break of the mirror before you. Luckily neither got hurt, because your knight had his armoured gloves on and you had already slowed your hips to a near halt.
Leaning against your knight's back, catching your breath as you felt his walls milk you dry. He hummed in pleasure, catching his own breath from the intensity of it all as his dick pumped ropes of cum onto the mirror and the broken shards across the floor. His eyes shutting for a moment but opening just as fast, yet tiredly, when he felt your hands wrap around his middle, sliding down to hover over his abdomen. “Would you look at that?” You breathed out with gratitude.
“That's all mine now. My perfect knight.” To which your knight seemed to shiver at when he saw how well you had used the canvas of his body, painting his clear inner walls white with devotion. A perfect art exhibit in his body of who this knight was devoted to. It fit perfectly with your already enormous collection of antiques. What's the harm in having your personal knight as well?
Though that thought will be stored for later, seeing as you knight was becoming sleepy. Exhausted from the physical labour, not in a fighting way he had been used to in his old world,but in a more primal way that had completely drained him, slowly growing limp in your arms. Luckily the hands around his middle held him up, for now. Gently pulling yourself out of him with a pop, you guide your sleepy knight to a nearby couch to avoid you collapsing too.
Making sure he's nice and comfortable before storming to the bathroom for a warm moist cloth to wipe your knight clean. Ensuring he felt loved for, just as much as he loved you. “Rest well, my Knight.” You whispered as you pampered him in his light sleep, cleaning his sheen covered skin and leaking body before peppering him with gentle kisses.
Damn, you were going to have a lot of cleaning up to do after this heartwarming aftercare. Like properly cleaning the cum leaking from your knight, a shower to rid the sweat covering your bodies, the glass shards on the floor from the broken mirror and the dribbles of your knight’s release coating the mirror like an art piece. Might as well snuggle close to your knight while you can as the exhaustion hits you like a brick too.
“Someone loveth thee, my Lord. So much.” That was the last thing you heard after cuddling close and welcoming sleep which was well earned after such a thorough display of devotion.
I JUST READ IT, THE HEAT CYLE WAS DEFINITELY TICKLING MY FANCY, YOU WROTE IT SO GOOD I CAN’T
Thanks so much😭😭😭 sorry if I’m over reacting I’d never done it and again, you wrote it SO GOOD. I see you can’t get him out of your head ( 😏) and if you do write more I can’t wait!
(What perhaps go through your mind for a vampire heat cycle, just wanna hear your thoughts, if not it’s cool <3)
Hugs and kisses! (if your alright with me saying that,) -Sugar
I'm very glad you liked it Sugar! (I don't mind it at all, go for it.) I had quite the fun time writing it, might take your recommendation and write a sequel.
Speaking of the heat cycle...It got me thinking what if he'll get hungry. I mean extra hungry, always trying to get a bite here and there because he can't control his urges. Knowing where the good blood is and his body just makes him go straight to it aka our beloved reader.
Once he's there the poor bat can't keep his hands off and needs to be pressing himself as close as possible to..you guessed it! To breathe in your scent because he just loves it so much while making sure you both smell like eachother. Think of it as Julien telling other vampires to back off. That reader is his and only his.
When it comes to the action, I'd like to think he just craves reader so much that once he gets what he needs he is not letting go. Doing everything in his ability to keep everything and I mean everything inside him to 'incubate'. His body molding itself to take after reader beacuse this could be considered mating.
A whiny mess that just pleads reader for one more round after another and then another to make sure you really knock him up and when he's finally sated he gains a mark that shows he's gone through a heat cycle with someone.
Goshhh...don't get me going, now that bat is going to get it. I got carried away...apologies.
Might be a bit tmi but I have not managed to get that little bat out of my head at all. I need to see him high off readers blood so much so he starts imagining what he looks like when he's pressed against a mirror. (Don't mind me..)
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: On your nightly walk you run into a stranger, who befriending seems a lot more beneficial that previously thought.
𝐂𝐰: Vampires, blood, biting and obviously some good dry humping.
Being a huge fan of all things mythical had always been a part of your life. The idea of living in a world full of creatures that were better and stronger, probably more attractive too, though that just might be your humble opinion, it all filled you with excitement. That fascination had transferred over to your later stages in life, given how often you had hoped to catch one of those creatures of the night. Any would do, you just wanted proof that you were right. That this world had more to offer than plain grey days mashed into one dull blob.
Though despite your biggest efforts nothing seemed to work, nothing at all. You’ve practically tried everything you know! If you look past the fact that all the information you held had come from reddit of all places, but that's beside the point. What mattered is you didn’t give up. Not an ounce of determination was left unused. Every single day the routine progressed until you didn’t even realise it had become a part of your life.
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The days had turned to months and those into years. The hope was not lost but it was faltering ever so gradually, the countless tries had formed smaller and smaller acts. If before you went out of your way to really create contraptions or play chemist in your kitchen, then now you murmured a few sentences from a ‘spellbook’ before bed. It wasn’t much but it was something, because you still had some hope. Even if it was little and fragile.
On a fortunate evening, you had decided to take a stroll around the park that surrounded your lousy flat. A sanctuary between the tall rubbled buildings. You didn’t know what urge had pulled you into the crisp nightly air but you decided not to worry your head over it, no need to start overthinking. ‘My body just needs some fresh air..’ That's good enough of a reason for you.
Taking the first step outside was nice and relaxing after having to escape the rotten to the core hallways and clunky elevators of your building. It was a nice reminder that even in a place like this, there was a chance at some peace. A deep breath in, you closed your eyes for a moment. Savouring the gentle breeze and fresh air that rejuvenated your tired body.
The stars looked back at you when you opened your eyes despite liking the use of your other senses. “This is nice… every night should glow like this..” The words had left your lips without any further thought. Seems your heart let the love you held for the night out without seeking permission from your brain. It was a pretty sight were it not covered by clouds or light pollution most of the time.
A crack was heard and you snapped your head behind you. Eyes squinted from the darkness but also to show the concern that threatened to paint the canvas of your face. ‘There's no one here. Calm down.’ You thought to yourself as you took small steps backwards, keeping your eyes in the direction of the suspicious sound. ‘Just in case.’ That’s what you told yourself as the silence you once found peaceful now turned into something more of a lingering tension.
“Ookay, one step at a time..we are good..we are okay. I am totally not being creeped out-!” Your inner thoughts had turned to a monologue, between yourself and this ‘totally not there’ being in a bush, somewhere in the middle of your descending steps. Another step backwards and a plethora of emotions filled your core. Fear, surprise and then relief on top. All because a cat decided to jump out of the bush you had your eyes locked onto.
“Oh thank god..” The words breathed out into the chilly night as you rested your hand on your heart for a moment. You knew for certain that you weren’t insane now, it had just been a cat! Nothing to worry about. Stretching yourself up straight from this odd half hunched position, you turned around to actually go on this walk of yours, instead of fighting with cats that probably wouldn’t even bat an eye in your direction.
As soon as you turned around you got a face full of something hard. “Ow!” Rubbing your hand against your forehead from the impact. A few groans left you before you managed to apologise to whoever you had turned into.
“Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going.” You spoke as you finally opened your eyes to be met with a guy. Not just any guy, a guy whom you have never seen before in your building or anywhere near this outhouse of an area. It was surprising to say the least. Meeting up with a complete stranger in the middle of the night. Totally not suspicious.
“Ah, it's alright. You seemed distracted enough, I should have said something.” You shrugged back at the apology being granted to you. A little sheepishly, letting go of your head to try and get a better look at this mystery man in this low lighting. ‘An accent. Interesting.’
“Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you before.” The words were friendly enough despite the eerie way everything had been playing out thus far.
A moment of silence filled the air, sadly the awkward kind. ‘Nevermind..probably not the best idea to try and make friends at midnight-’ Your inner debate about continuing this conversation was interrupted. “Julien. Nice to meet you.”
Taking his held out hand, you shake it as a sign of respect while Julien continues speaking. “I’m visiting family here. Never seen this area before..quite uncanny of a place.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the description. It fits this place a little too well.
“Yeahh, this is what happens when you work just to get by.” A shrug left you as you sigh, stepping by him as you bury your hands into your jacket. “Hope you find this place at least somewhat pleasing.”
One or two steps past Julien and the guy had seemed to scramble from his spot to walk next to you, awfully happy as he kept looking around and sniffing the air a little. To make the walk a little less awkward you coughed and asked, “Sooo, special day?” to which Julien looked at you confused.
“I mean, you said you were here for family and you look happy…?” A noise of understanding left Julien as he nodded and vibrantly began explaining how some family lived nearby and they were planning to get a whole party set up for a feast of sorts. ‘Foreigner things probably.’ You weren’t one to judge so you nodded and listened.
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The walk went relatively well, it was honestly quite odd how well the two of you got along and so fast too. Almost like this was fate, if you believed in such a thing. Soon enough you considered Julien a friend, going on midnight walks one too many times to count while he was in the area, but it’s not like you minded. It was nice, Julien was nice.
He had a nice smile that always seemed to shine with every joke you did and his hair, oh his hair, the way it moved when he nodded along when you spoke. Last but not least of all his eyes, they seemed to speak more than Julien himself. So playful and warm with the way he looked at you, making you feel less alone in this city you had to call home.
Though there always seemed to be a hidden glint in his eyes. When you spoke, seemingly distracted with making the stories more interesting with dramatic hand movements, Julien looked at you. No, he didn’t look, he admired. Took in every detail of your being from top to bottom. You noticed it. Julien wasn’t as slick with his hungry glances and licks of his lips than he thought. You felt his eyes on you more than you’d seen him look at the pathway you two were walking on.
One night, however. you had a lot of fun and out of the blue turned to him after having gained the courage to ask, “Do you want to come over?” Julien looked back at you for a good moment before smiling back at you with one of the biggest smiles you had ever seen. “I thought you’d never ask!” That was all you needed to hear to know that Julien wasn’t some stranger who’d leave you behind after his time here.
No clue where the need and courage came from, especially after registering in your mind that Julien seemed to be eating you up with his eyes every time you two were together. Perhaps you had the urge to hopefully prolong this friendship. It was nice to have a friend when all you knew were creepy elders that probably saw things that weren’t there.
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With a smile you opened your front door and stepped in, holding the door open with a simple, “Come on in, make yourself at home.” The slight anticipation and worry on Julien’s face faded and he walked in. Muttering a small ‘thank you’ as he walked past you and now that you saw him in actual light, he looked even more ethereal than before.
Guiding him in you showed hospitality by offering drinks, foods, snacks, anything to welcome him but his eyes seemed to be glued onto the odd contraptions around your house. Refusing everything you offered with a smile. Your house gave off a rather interesting and floral vibe, but it seemed out of place for this dry block of a city. Embarrassment flushed your face as you stood before Julien, preventing him from eyeing everything so attentively, then looking down at him so he wouldn’t be inclined to stand up from the couch to take a closer look.
“Uhm, those are nothing, don't mind them!” You chuckled awkwardly, yet he seemed to tilt his head to the side to keep taking glances before Julien mumbled through a hearty laugh. “Are you trying to lure something into your home?” His face held an odd smile, like he knew something. You seemed to be too caught up in your embarrassment to notice that Julien seemed proud.
You averted your gaze to save yourself from the embarrassment of having to explain that from a young age you’ve been into mythicals and have been trying to catch one. With a sigh you sat down next to Julien on your couch and started speaking. Hoping to get this out the way so it wouldn't be brought up again.
“You know those childhood stories of werewolves and vampires?” One look in Julien’s way and he was already nodding his head along with a small knowing smile. “So, basically I am convinced they’re actually real…and I might have been trying to see one. By…trying to catch one..”
The sigh you let out was deafening and so was the silence that followed, lingering and looming over the room. A chuckle brought your gaze back up to meet with Julien’s, effectively having broken your insecurity filled thoughts. “No luck then?” You had to laugh along at the absurdity of this confession. “No luck.” You let out an airy chuckle while shaking your head. “ Honestly I’m starting to doubt they were real in the first place.”
Julien seems to hum for a moment, his eyes lingering on you for a bit too long. Turning to properly face him, you give a slight brow raise and Julien smiles. “What if I tell you they are real?” His smirk widens and he seems more and more proud. Smug about something you can’t wrap your head around.
Instead of your confusion subsiding it actually increases. A lot. “You don’t have to lie to me to make childhood me happy.” Dismissing what you had heard. You didn’t need pity for something you had decided to not believe in as of 3 minutes ago.
“I’m not lying.” Julien pushes on and moves closer to you on the couch, trying to see when you would catch on. “They are real.” The scoff that left your lips couldn’t be helped. Looking away with a grumble, you had missed the frown that have made it’s way onto Julien’s face.
“Trust me..” Julien whispers oddly close to you now. You hadn’t even noticed the moment he had leaned over to practically kiss all the way up your neck. With a shiver you turn your head to try and look at Julien. Confused why he’s so adamant on having you believe this fantasy.
Within seconds you feel his lips on your neck, pushing you to lie down on the couch while he straddles you. “You see, I am one of these creatures.” Julien continues, his thighs holding you down on the couch while his hot breath fans your skin. “And my god do you smell divine. You probably taste godly too..”
No time was left for you to voice your scepticism and confusion about how you had ended up in this position. Pinned under Julien. Because as soon as you wanted to say something, to ease the doubt behind your eyes, Julien had pressed his sharp fangs against your skin. Piercing through it with a satisfying rip only you could hear. ‘They are real. What the fuck!?’ That was your initial reaction before it began morphing.
‘Fuuck..’ your second thought was accompanied a sharp breath in, very well, so well in fact that it gave off the idea you had liked it. Which you, surprise surprise, did like. You had never expected to meet a guy, have him be a vampire, become friends, invite him over and then have him feast on you. Pressing your eyes shut as you came to terms with the tingly and slightly burning sensations that came along with being a blood bag for a vampire.
To Julien’s surprise you didn’t push him off at all, just lying below him. Taking this. All pinned for him. He could hear your heavy breaths and the way your hands had moved to hold his shoulders. Hands tightening around his shoulders when it had become slightly painful, drawing out a low breath of pure delight. A groan if you will.
With slight hesitancy Julien pulled his teeth out from your skin, lapping the treasured bite clean to both save precious blood and to ensure you didn’t stain anything. Then he looked down at your flushed face with a twinge of amusement. His eyes travelled down to where he was straddling you. Your eyes still pressed shut as you’re more concerned with calming your erratic breathing even though you could feel Julien’s eyes travel down your heaving body.
Julien licked his fangs clean and shifted in his place, drawing out another groan from you. “Someone seems to have liked being fed on.” His words smug as he looks down at you, letting his fingers leave feather-like touches against your neck. The bite he had left there. It sent a thrilling sensation through his body. Seeing how you withered and shivered below him. A perfect guy to snack on.
“You’re mighty hard against me.” The words are more teasing than the last, purposefully grinding his hips against your hard on to prove a point. With a whimper you finally opened your eyes, staring at him with mild embarrassment. “Shut up-”
Your bratty protest was easily silenced by a meticulously constructed grind against you. “Shit- mmh..okay fine it..sort of felt good when you did that.” A fang bearing smile made its way onto Julien’s face. He ran his hand up your torso to play with his bite mark again. “That's rather cute. Getting all hard for me from a bite.”
Julien leaned down to look into your eyes, holding onto your chin to keep you looking at him. The blush and slightly pouty look on you tugged at Julien’s heartstrings. “How bout this..” he proposed, his words sly and clearly in his favour. “You let me drink some more and as a reward I'll help you out with your problem.”
It didn’t take more than a second of consideration from you, because as soon as the words ahad left Julien's mouth you were already nodding. Begging with your actions to keep this going. You didn’t know why, but it felt so good. So good to have Julien feed off you. Not only did you have proof that these creatures were real. You had one right here on top of you. Only an idiot would let such a perfect opportunity go to waste. Aand you happened to be a self proclaimed genius.
A lick up the other side of your neck earned a shiver alongside a small groan. You could feel how Julien smiled against your skin. It was clear that he was enjoying this a lot more than he let on. You were certainly going to put that information to good use. Feeling how his fangs grazed along the delicate skin of a human, you let your hands sneak their way to Julien’s sides while he was distracted.
With a smirk you held him down against you and bucked your hips up. The sudden action made Julien’s fangs enter your system with a small yelp from him. Having Julien connected to you, sucking out your delicious blood, gave you a perfect recipe for satisfaction.
Keeping him down atop you, you grind your hips up against him. Feeling the way both friction from your movements and the pressure from your jeans add to your straining dick, it was enough to draw out some breaths and shudders here and there. Though the star of the show was Julien and his fangs that were lodged right into you.
Julien in return had pressed his head against you harder, trying to get as much blood from you as he could. Hands holding your shoulders while he sucked on your neck. As a bonus it seems like your grinding had started to affect him and with small pants against your neck Julien began grinding his hips down against your dick. A perfect melody of pleasure and pain. It was wonderful.
Feeling how both of your straining hard ons pressed against one another. The friction from thrusts into nothing and pressure from trying to stimulate your erections made both of you needy. Feeling how your dick twitched in the limiting confines of your pants urged you to keep going. To satisfy yourself like promised by Julien.
Your already breathy and whiny mouth let out a louder whine from the loss of fangs in your neck. Julien was becoming sloppy, too pleasured out of his mind to continue feeding on you. Truth be told he didn’t need to anymore but you just tasted heavenly to him, so an extra snack later on wouldn’t hurt, yeah?
The sight of your neck stained red with iron, flushed face and parted lips added to Julien’s need for release. He pressed himself down harder and faster, desperately grinding against you with renowned determination. You followed along with just as eager moves against Julien as he moved against you. Hands gripping onto Julien’s hips as you murmur, “Pleasepleaseplease- Mmh!”
Feeling the pit in your stomach tighten, grow warm with every mutual thrust against one another. Pants and frantic bucks driving home the pleasure that threatened to consume. Julien moved down to finally lick your dripping neck clean, the sensation of his wet tongue adding to the immense pleasure of a nearing orgasm.
To your surprise however, it seemed that the licked up blood didn’t make it to Julien’s system, but instead was consumed by you. His lips pressing against yours as he forced you to taste yourself. The metallic liquid coating both of your mouths. It was a sudden chance and one that gave the final push.
With a groan into the kiss and a relatively more forceful thrust against Julien, you came with a shudder, feeling how Julien had done the exact same. Shuddering and panting against each other. Body convulsing against the couch as you come down from your high. Julien sat up straight, letting go of the kiss in a sensual way with his lips begging to stay connected to yours. To have your taste a little longer.
Julien breathed heavily on top of you, enjoying the sight of a satisfied human and being a satisfied vampire himself. Both of you letting out heavy whines and pants as blotches of sticky and wet residue slowly seep through both of your pants. It was a little pathetic. At least both of you came, right?
“You taste godly, and I bet you would feel even more exquisite.” Julien panted the words out as he watched you shudder when he touched your softening dick. “Unfortunately, I'm more than full for now.”
Feeling how your chin was made to face Julien, you forced your eyes open and he smiled back at you. That same damned sweet smile. “I'll be back for a taste soon enough, make sure you rejuvenate yourself.” A quick cheeky kiss was pressed against your lips before Julien got off you. Swiftly moving to the closest exit, which happened to be a window, and leaving through that.
Your unfocused eyes only caught a glimpse of his figure turning to shadows as he disappeared into the night after murmuring something of a ‘Good vampire summoner’.
You were too hazed out of your mind to properly make sense of everything. Panting and overwhelmed, still coming down from your climax. ‘How the fuck did I get myself into this mess?’ You murmur to yourself as you finally let the activities of your day and now vampire filled night take over. Closing your eyes to get some rest and then maybe…hopefully think about this with a clear head tomorrow.
‘...shit.’ You couldn’t fall asleep at all. All you could think about was how it felt to have Julien sink his teeth into you and lap up your blood. Yeah…you better go and take care of your needy erection before you accidently manage to summon an incubus.
Hi! How are you I just wanted to request something, (and this is my first time so sorry if I did something wrong.)
I was wondering if you could like a some sort of male vampire x human male reader. Something nsfw, like mabye vampire feeding on reader and reader gets turned on from it. Idk just ideas, I think you write something AMAZING from it.
Hope you’re doing well! -Sugar ♡
Oh my...you might have given me a good reason to thirst over vampires now. Well, any mythical being actually. Thank you for the request and well wishes! Keep your eyes open because I'll be publishing it soon.
(I remember seeing a tiktok about vampires having heat cycles, so let me know if that would tickle your fancy.)
so im the guy who sent that first ethan ask (before the "bro, just shut up" fic was released) and I loveddd reading it 😍😍😍
just thinking about the aftermath of that fic, reader and ethan returning to the cabin and jana being absolutely clueless (though, she cant ignore the way reader walks in, bright red in the face and ethan limping his way into the cabin)
I just have so many thoughtsss
Hey hey, welcome back! I'm glad to know you liked it and I love hearing all the thoughts too.
I can so see how Ethan would be very proud of it, maybe even poking his tonge out or being overly touchy with reader to show Jana that he got something she can't have. (Those two have major beef with eachother) I would spoil more but..I have to leave things for the next part.
I'm wondering how mean I want to be towards Ethan. By 'mean' I'm talking about getting him so jealous and riled up he can't control himself anymore. Need to see him all pathetic and whining.
I do have a question though, that being what Ethan would *actually* look like? Do you have any specific features for him in mind or is he just like a vague stand in?
Thank you! I'm glad you liked them, it means a lot.
As for the question, his appearance can very much be up to the reader. That being said when I write him I usually think of him as 'Wise' from Zenless Zone Zero just with black/dark hair.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: On your trip to get familiar with the area, Ethan decides to be annoying and you show him his place.
𝐂𝐰: Jealous Ethan tries to get the two of you caught mid act.
To everyone’s surprise Ethan behaved rather well for the rest of the ride and upon making it to the campsite it was as if nothing had happened just a few hours ago. Walking out the bus that had you all crammed together in a, to you, comically small seat had you letting out a sigh and stretch of relief. Trying to get all the kinks out of your body before familiarising yourself with the place.
With the fresh air hitting your nose, came a sense of freedom. You and all your classmates would be enjoying the quietness and adventures this forest holds. While some people were busy rushing to stand by the bus, taking the various bags and suitcases from the luggage compartment, you decided to look around the area. Until most people had got their stuff, that is.
Taking note of the wooden buildings- a larger community house in the middle, a teacher’s and guide’s cabin and a bit further out the smaller cabins that were to fit this class. From the small talk you overheard from the teachers when on the way here, each cabin holds around 4 people total. So you’d likely spend the room with Ethan and 2 others. Hopefully people you actually knew better than as a ‘classmate’.
Taking your eyes off the buildings for a moment and putting your attention on the scenery instead. Tall and dark trees all around you create a calm and protected feeling in your chest. Small and rugged rocky trails going through the forest, leading to all sorts of mysteries- a lake and a sauna right by it, a nice fire pit for midnight talks and last but not least the activities you all would be kept busy with. In all honesty it sounded and looked more like a summer camp than a school trip but who were you to judge this event that had been the talk of the town or well.. class.
A blow of warm air to the back of your neck made you turn around only to be met with a grinning Ethan. He chucked your bag into your hands to which you thanked him quietly. Raising an eyebrow upon seeing his suitcase. “What’s all that for? You make it seem like you’re moving somewhere.”
Ethan followed your pointing finger and gave a nonchalant shrug. “Have to be prepared for everything. Wouldn’t you say so?”
With a snort and a simple roll of your eyes you turned around to look at the cabins once more, trying to look for one that seemed good to stay in. “Yeah right. As if we’re in an apocalypse.” The faux offended gasp made you tilt your head back to Ethan, only to see him frowning at you.
“When you have a zombie after you, I’m not gonna help you. You’ve lost that privilege, just so you know.” Of course Ethan would play right into the banter. It’s almost heartwarming to see how well he knows you and your remarks. He seems happy about it too, given the cheeky grin now on his face.
Fighting back an actually genuine smile at your thoughts you forced out a sarcastic laugh. “Consider my boots quaking.” Ain't no way you'll let him see just how much you actually valued him as a friend.
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Fighting back a twitch of your eye, you stood in the middle of your cabin. ‘I thought the number seven meant luck not misfortune.’ Mentally groaning as you were forced to share a cabin with Ethan alongside Jana and her friend. Of course it would be the two other people who fit perfectly in the classmate category instead of friend. Not exactly what you had hoped for.
Now, what had you irritated in the first place? A very questionable situation you found yourself in. Jana and Ethan were proper bickering on each side of you, trying to convince each other why you should share their bunk bed with them. Ethan to your left, saying that you should share his bunk bed because the two of you were close friends and Jana to your right counter arguing that you needed a change and the best way was to share her bunk bed.
Leaning your head back with a groan you muttered out a simple ‘Stop arguing for the love of-” You really couldn’t handle the two whining any longer.
“Jana, let the guy go. You already know him and Ethan are like two peas in a pod.” Thank fuck for Jana’s friend interfering this banter and dragging Jana off you. Otherwise it would have gone on forever, you feared. Though when Jana was pulled off you, Ethan didn’t let go as expected. Instead he hugged your hands tightly close to you, practically trying to prove that ‘you were his’.
“Oi. Let go.” Ethan looked at you and smiled, dragging you to the bunk bed so you could unpack your things.
“You owe me now, just saved you from a zombie.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at Ethan’s joke, having to hide your laugh into your hand. It wasn’t exactly proper to laugh at your friend's whispered insult when the person was in the room, now was it?
“Thought you were supposed to leave me to fend for myself?” A snarky question earned a nudge to your side followed by a small ‘Changed my mind.’ from Ethan.
You could already feel how fun this whole event was going to be despite the situation a few seconds ago, it wasn’t even the evening and you felt like you had lived through 2 weeks of this campy life. Better unpack your bag and make this cabin feel like home as quickly as possible so you could go and explore the place.
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Yeahh…not ever did you think that your curiosity to look round the place was a popular thought, so much so that it would bring together an ‘exploring group’. Not that little either, most people decided to tag along, not to mention the teacher deciding to come too. Taking off along one of the roads into the trail that was supposed to make a circle around the area. Get used to the place, you know?
You and Ethan seemed to be the two leaders of the group for now, starting the stroll while chatting about random things. Then some more people joined the conversation and then more…and more, until it seemed like you were the one tagging along.
It’s not that you hated the other, gods no, your extroverted part just died off midway so now you opted for listening to the others. Ethan, however, didn’t seem to catch the hint and kept trying to get you more into the conversation. Which only annoyed you given the remarks he was making.
Walking a bit slower as you took your time to admire the scenery to save your mind, practically zoning out on the sight of the lake below you. This hill with some benches was a prime spot to hang out, noting the place into that good memory of yours.
“Come on bro, wouldn’t want you to get lost now..” Ethan’s hand was hanging off your shoulder as he practically pressed his cheek against yours.
Not bothering to fight back you let the guy try to drag you back to the others who had made it a fair bit ahead already. “You’re awfully quiet. What’s got your panties in a twist?”
You could already hear the awful grin on Ethan’s face, so out of habit you gave him a look. “Didn’t expect so many people to tag along. Little tired is all.” A hum escaped Ethan. A perfect sign he was plotting something and his next words confirmed it.
“Want me to take care of them? I’m good at combat!” Apparently Ethan was really going all in on the apocalypse roleplay for some reason and you couldn’t help but feel your face contort into a confused expression.
“You and combat? Those two do not go well together. You know that.” The offended sigh that you heard next to you stopped abruptly and then Ethan grabbed your cheeks, making you face him.
“Oor.. you want me to take care of you instead?” A simple twitch of your eye made him back off with a casual laugh. Almost made him feel the need to surrender to save himself of your wrath. It was either your mind was in the gutter or he was purposefully being suggestive.
“I mean it though,” Ethan said after a moment of silence, turning to glance at you again, “I can help you get your spark back. Have some fun between the two of us, you know the good old primal style-”
Seems he had chosen some bad words to describe his ideas because before Ethan could go on, he was very quickly pulled off the trail, pushed against the nearest tree. Your hand over his mouth to properly shut him and his stupid ideas up. There was no need to get so riled up by some ‘jokes’ your best friend made but they did have an effect. More than you’d like to admit.
Feeling him smile against your hand made you lean closer to Ethan’s face, whispering into his ear, “You better shut the fuck up right now before I make you.” And by the way his smile grew underneath your hand, it told you everything you needed to know.
“Turn around.” A simple command that Ethan eagerly followed, looking over his shoulder as he moved your hand from over his mouth to be wrapped around his lower stomach. Trying so damn hard to get you all riled up. To make you lose yourself. To finally give him your attention. Only you and him. Alone.
The perfect arch in his back as he tried to press himself against you did not go unnoticed at all. Using your free hand to trail it down his back to rest on his hip to suddenly pull your own hips flush against his ass. “You want this don’t you? Being annoying on purpose to get what you crave?” Leaning close to whisper against his neck. Giving Ethan a taste of his own medicine. “Tell me why I should be nice, hmm?”
Ethan pressed his eyes shut for a moment, letting out a breath of air. You could notice how he tightened his hands against the bark of the tree he was leaning on. “ Wanna be good for you..”
How sweet. So eager to make you feel good. Even if it was a blatant lie, Ethan was a perv and you could see it clearly now. This was no kind gesture on his part, he just wanted you. Needed you. Disguising it as ‘wanting to make you feel nice’. So naughty you are Ethan.
“You expect me to believe that after that stunt you pulled in the bus?” Smirking evilly against Ethan’s neck as you kept him neatly pressed against your groin while the hand that was previously wrapped around him, moved to touch his skin. Sliding up his shirt to leave teasing touches on his warm skin. So sensitive just from this? Oh.. poor guy and his shallow breaths.
Nodding desperately and pressing his forehead against the tree, “Yeah...please? I’ll behave.” Ethan’s little breaths and begging made you hum against his neck. Leaning back a bit to really take in how eager he was. Already the perfect putty for you to play with. “Where’d all your attitude go? Lost it in your throat, did you?” He could handle a little more teasing, couldn’t he? Well, he better handle it.
Pressing your chest against his back as both of your hands made it under his shirt, keeping him stuck against you. Sliding your hands up his stomach as you smirked at his surprised noises. Leaning your head to the side to glance at his reddening face. With a resolved whisper and a meaningful sharper press against him you teased, “You better have a condom with you, otherwise I’m leaving you here.”
Ethan shuddered against you and slowly dug into his front pocket, pulling out a condom. An amused hum escaped you. Had he really been preparing this whole thing? So needy, especially the hopeful look he gave you. Looking innocently in your direction, waiting for you. So obviously you took the condom and held it between your teeth. Hands are busy creatures.
A quick look around confirmed that you two were indeed alone. The group had continued walking along the trail. ‘This can’t be any more perfect.’
Finally you got to work, moving your hands to remove Ethan from his pants. As soon as the zipper was opened you pushed his pants down to his ankles. Enjoying how Ethan shivered and kept an anticipation filled gaze on every small action on your part. Keeping one hand on his surprisingly already hard dick, palming him through his boxers with slow movements, while the other was presented before him. He looked at your fingers for a moment before opening his mouth for you.
A swift push and you could hear him slightly gag on your fingers. Lewdly sucking at them as if they were a meal to devour. Slurps and whines left his lips that were neatly around your fingers, keeping them wet as he looked at you with a proud look. Trying to milk any sort of praises from you by sliding his tongue all over your fingers to show how good he was. Only for you.
With a breathy whine from Ethan you withdrew your hand, pushing his boxers out the way, the slick and wet fingers toying with him before slowly pressing a finger into him. Savouring the gentle gasp it earned from Ethan. You had never seen him this way and honestly. You kinda liked it.
The teasing and slow moves your fingers did in order to prep the guy earned a whiny sigh from Ethan, “Can you just do it already..I can’t wait..” Halting your hand for a moment, giving him a scare of leaving completely before harshly shoving two digits into him. ‘That should shut him up,’ A sharp breath in did exactly that, leaving Ethan wordless.
Soon enough Ethan was rocking back on three of your fingers, hands balled into fists against the tree as he desperately tried to find some sort of satisfaction. Something deeper. The heavy huffs and puffs by him helped quite a bit by making you more willing to be in him already. The sounds were sweet and addicting. You really couldn’t wait anymore.
Pulling your hand away made Ethan turn his head in your direction, not that he could see much from over his shoulder anyways, which left a pout on his needy and red face. Though the sound of your zipper opening peaked his interest. Pushing your pants and boxers out the way, quickly ripping the condom open and rolling it onto your dick.
Lining it up with his needy hole left you little to no time to think before Ethan himself pressed himself back against you. Forcing you to enter him, his back arched immediately and a pleased mewl left him. “Oh… so someone’s this needy?” The chuckle didn’t even make it to Ethan’s ears, he was too busy getting himself used to you.
To help him along you pressed yourself against his back, pulling him a bit up so instead of his head resting against the tree it was his chest that touched nature. Hands holding onto his overly warm skin, massaging it with gentle touches.
“Move.” Aand there was the signal you needed to hear. The first pull back, leaving only your tip buried into Ethan along the need-filled buck, completely sheathing yourself into the warm and gushy walls earned a low groan from the both of you. Ethan felt so damn good around you, it felt as though he knew exactly what to do and when. Perfectly keeping you snug inside him.
Leaning your forehead onto his shoulder you began bucking yourself in and out of him at a decent pace, not enough to be considered ‘teasing’ but not fast enough to properly stimulate the whiny Ethan beneath you. This was supposed to be a bit of a punishment to Ethan for being annoying after all.
Never did you think that Ethan would be vocal…well this vocal. It almost felt like he was living through this ten times in one go. From fear of people hearing you took a hold of his head, pressing your palm over his mouth. Gently pulling his head back a bit as his body rocked along with every thrust you did. Feeling how the warm air from his nostrils bushed your knuckles while he tried to keep sounds to a minimum. Spoiler: it wasn't really working.
Ethan seemed to grow more and more needy as time went on and his moans and mewls only increased your inner need to fuck him completely dumb right here and right now. So as any guy would, you picked up your pace.
Each nasty slap of your pelvis meeting his ass earned a breath from you and a pleased yet muffled moan from Ethan. Feeling how sensitive he was, all because of you, made you proud. You didn’t even know why. Ethan was your best friend for fuck sake….this was no activity between friends. You knew that but didn’t acknowledge it.
Suddenly Ethan shuddered in your grasp, tightening around you. Even from underneath your hand he managed to whine out ‘Keep going- that…fuck..’ Ah so you found his prostate. A smirk made its way to your face. A new purpose made itself visible. With unfaltering thrusts you drove yourself into himself in just the right angle to brush against his prostate. Toying with his sensitivity to see him crumble and wither in pleasure.
The filthy slaps of skin to skin contact came to an abrupt stop. Making Ethan grumble and look over to the side to give you a glare. Seeing the focused look on you made him follow your line of sight. ‘Oh.’ Someone was there. From the faint sounds that grew louder you could figure out who it was. Jana.
She was calling out for someone…wait you? Why the hell was she looking for you? Didn’t the rest of the people keep going? So why was she walking back after you? Unbeknownst to you Ethan squinted his eyes in displeasure. Not only because Jana had stopped you from moving but because she was getting on Ethan’s nerves. How did she not get that you were his? He decided to prove it to her once and for all.
With sly actions he began moving against you to keep the momentum going. Who cares if someone is walking past, right? Ethan just needed to keep his lips shut. With a shocked look you put both of your hands on his hips, trying to keep Ethan still, to which he just looked at you and whispered, “I’ll keep quiet…’s need to feel you..”
With a silent sigh you gave in and let Ethan move against you, though you kept your attention on making sure the coast would be clear. ‘Omfg Jana walk faster.’ Mentally cursing at the snail speed Jana seemed to be using to pass by. Ethan, who noticed your focused manner, smirked at the information and picked up his pace, perfect for catching you off guard. Really bucking himself back to feel you.
With a sick idea, he opened his mouth to let out probably the most lewd moan ever. Loud too. Just when Jana was done passing by yet not completely out of the picture. Ethan was purposefully whining and moaning your name to make Jana jealous. So this was a jealousy thing between Ethan and Jana, huh? In Ethan’s mind this whole scene confirmed you were properly his and if Jana knew better she’d back off.
With a quick and harsh manner your hand was over Ethan’s mouth again. “The fuck are you doing!? Shut up Ethan.” He just pressed himself against you and mumbled ‘She’s gone..’ against your hand to urge you to fuck him again. He was correct that Jana was gone now and the others would make it to the cabins from the other side. Oh...Ethan was so going to get it, now that it was certain no interruptions would happen.
Freeing Ethan’s mouth, instead gripping his hips to drill yourself into him. You were pissed at his jealous stunt but with his moans hitting your ears you couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Surprisingly enough his sensitivity hadn’t gone down at all given he let out every sound imaginable when he felt you target his prostate. Feeling him twitch and shudder, how he tightened around you, how his legs threatened to give out because you just felt sooo good in him. So perfect.
With a whiny mewl Ethan let his head fall forward against the tree feeling how his body rocked along with your harsh thrusts. Eyes pressed shut as shaky breaths left his parted lips. He came. And hard. The sticky substance painting the tree, dripping down in small droplets. Hmmm, at least it's some nutrients for the tree? No clue.
The tight squeeze of his ass only heightened your own need to find your relief. Hands gripping Ethan’s hips to the point of leaving bruises as you pushed yourself as deep as possible. Breaths heavy and rugged. ‘So close.. So damn close.’ Only a bit more, Ethan could handle it, yeah?
That warm knot in you tightened even more and with a low groan you sheathed your dick into him as hard as you could in your hazed state that was looking for the tipping point. Pulling Ethan tight against you as you came. Just keeping him close as you came down from your high, warm breaths against his neck.
Ethan could feel how warm his insides were, though he didn’t show his disappointment of not properly being able to feel it. Lifting his hand up to hold your head, messing with your hair as you were nuzzled into his neck. “Feel better now?” Oh for fucks sake..of course he was going to be unserious and continue his previous banter.
“Yeah. Refreshed and dealt with.” He shivered a bit from the chuckle, and reference to the earlier conversation, against his neck. Smiling to himself as he felt you lean back and slowly pull out of him. Slowly making sure he was mentally good enough to go back to the cabins. Wouldn’t want to miss this too much. To not miss your dick too much. Yeah, a hard task for Ethan.
While you were busy with tying up the condom, Ethan slowly turned around to lean his back against the tree. His tired and satisfied eyes looking at you, admiring you with every inch of your being. It was clear that he was head over heels in love with you, yet you seemed to be so oblivious. Calling him a friend psshh as if. You couldn’t ignore him and his feelings now, right?
“What do I do with this?” Chucking the used rubber on the ground for a moment, just long enough to get yourself clothed up again. Ethan followed suit and picked the briefly discarded item up.
“I’ll throw it away, don’t worry.” He ensured and hid it in his hand for the time being, until a trash bin was visible. A small hum came as a reply for Ethan.
Taking the course back to the cabins. You two would probably need to walk slow for Ethan’s sake but also so the flushed and messed up appearances would fade. The smell of sex was most likely still around you two but at least you wouldn’t look like dogs in heat.
A quick glance to your right and Ethan’s proud smile was on full display. “Someone seems content.”
Ethan shrugged and clicked his tongue, “Very much so. 0-2.” You gave him a simple nudge to his side and gave a playful roll of your eyes.
“Help me think of an excuse why we were gone instead of keeping score. I doubt ‘I got lost with my friend’ is viable here. We look fucked.” Oh… Seems you still don’t see him as a partner, just means Ethan needs to try a little harder and he is known to be stubborn. He won’t give up until he gets what he wants, isn’t that right?
At least he can fondly look back on being fucked by the beautiful scenery of a lake behind you. Don’t get hard again Ethan.
