“hah… baby, wait a minute now-“ he whines as your hand brushes against his throbbing cock in his boxers. his hand grips the sheets tight, knuckles turning white.
“clark, you gotta relax.” you murmur, your other hand cupping his cheek while you look into his eyes. his eyes are softer than usual and definitely full of hesitation.
“i don’t wanna hurt you.” his deep voice is just barely above a whisper. heat floods between your legs.
“you’re not gonna hurt me.”
you chuckle at his nervousness before moving to straddle his hips, hands running through his hair. they soften as you press kisses along his jaw, trailing down to his neck. you smile as he sighs, hands trailing up to rest on your ass.
anddd that’s how you ended up getting fucked into the bed. tears streaming down your face, smearing the perfect mascara you had on a few hours before he came over. his cock was slamming into you, hands gripping your hips as his head rests against yours.
“ah! you’re so big! cant take it, fuck clarkkk.” you babble. you you could feel him in your stomach. he was knocking all the air from yours lungs. he was that deep.
“ah, i’m so sorry.” he hisses as he kisses your lips. he pull away, his eyes trailing to your dripping hole swallowing him. he slowly pulls his cock all the way out, only to slam it back in your wetness. you choke on a moan, hand flying to grip his shoulders. “oh jeez. you feel so good.” he groans as he pushes his hand down on you lower stomach, amplifying the pleasure coursing through your body.
he looks back up at you with a smile. his eyes scan over your flushed, puffy face as you sob his name.
“see? you’re taking me so well. i cant be that big.”
you groan in frustration at his words. clark can be so silly sometimes.
Summary: When cramps are really kicking your ass, and a hot bath with your sweet boyfriend isn’t doing the trick… he offers a far more fun solution. (Even if things get a little messy.)
CW: Period sex/blood kink (this is Sam, guys. Are we surprised?), soft dom!Sam, fingering, oral (f!rec), no piv, praise kink, hurt/comfort, Sam’s a nerd, a really sweet nerd, caring Sammy turned filthy Sammy (this is really explicit. I’m not sure if I should apologize for that or not…)
WC: 4.2k
Based on this request!
Steam curls lazily towards the ceiling, softening the edges of the small bathroom in a way that makes everything look a little fuzzy, like you’re floating through a dream. The water’s hot, almost too hot, but you don’t complain. Heat helps.
Or, heat is supposed to help. That’s how it works. And maybe, if you keep telling yourself it’s helping, it actually will.
You sink further into the tub, or, more accurately, further into Sam, your knees tucked up in a way that has them poking out from beneath the lavender-scented bubbles. You lean back into him, letting your head tilt to rest on his shoulder, your back pressed against the hard plains of his muscled chest, that still manage to be so soft.
He smells like your shampoo. It’s comforting, in a way. Distracting, too. Distracting enough that for one blissful second, you’re not lost in the dull, twisting ache low in your abdomen, that drums and pulses in slow waves. It feels like a gut punch—if a gut punch involved those metaphorical fingers curling around your uterus, and clenching it hard enough to burst.
The thought makes you grimace.
“…You okay?”
His soft voice cuts through the silence, warm, dripping with syrupy-thick concern, his chin tucked around your neck. Behind you, he shifts, careful to not let water slosh over the edge, trailing the palm that was stationed on your ribs across your body in a steady caress. One strong arm drapes around your middle, hesitant at first, like he’s trying to gauge where it hurts, or if his touch could make it worse.
It doesn’t. The pressure is nothing but welcome. You hum, a quiet sound, and he responds by rubbing slow, methodical circles over your abdomen.
“Could be better,” you say, letting out a sullen exhale that tells Sam everything he needs to know. His thumb presses into your side, right where the ache sits its deepest.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice low with sympathy. Sympathy that would usually make you scowl, or maybe even deck someone, but coming from him? It just feels sweet. “I know, baby.”
The pain seems to pause for a second with those soft, rhythmic motions; before rearing its ugly head right when you start to think you’ve caught a break. It’s small at first. Easy to ignore.
Then it deepens.
You’re pretty sure day two is designed to find out who the strongest links are, and kill off the rest. ‘Aunt Flo’ must’ve been a bitch. The pressure builds, coiling inwards, slow, almost like some kind of warning, before sharpening in a way that makes you hiss.
You try to shift, to breathe, Sam’s hand pausing on your abdomen. Pain radiates towards your back, settling at the tail of your spine, rippling in wince-inducing waves. You stretch one leg out, tucking the other further in, like your body can’t decide whether it needs space, or to be curled in so tight that it’s just about impossible for your lungs to contract.
Behind you, Sam sits frozen. Unsure. His palm is warm on your lower belly, his brows furrowed into a worried frown. He feels your muscles clench, then relax, then squeeze again in a way that he can almost feel, and suddenly, he’s massaging you all over again.
“Hey, shh…” he whispers, a gentle coo, peppering a kiss to your shoulder that’s so soft it just about makes you want to cry. “Do you want me to grab you some ibuprofen? Or… I can make you some tea.” Another kiss. Your throat tightens. “Made that ginger stuff last time. You said it wasn’t half bad.”
His question, while thoughtful, has the opposite effect than he intended, resulting in a frown pulling at your lips.
“No. I’m sick of tea. And pills. And heating pads, and chocolate, and everything else that’ll just disappoint me.” It comes out as a grumble, and you know you’re being a bit of a bitch. But you can’t help it. And Sam, the sweetheart, doesn’t hold it against you. He never does. “I just want you. Here.”
“Okay.” His mouth curves into a gentle smile despite himself, just as he shifts, placing a hot, hard kiss to the column of your throat. Then another. And another. “That’s okay, honey.”
Those kisses, while simply affectionate, manufactured to soothe, have your heart fluttering in your chest. One hand stays heavy on your stomach, fingertips pressing against aches, the other dispatching on its own mission. His palm trails down your side, across the dip of your hip, smoothing along your thigh. So soft, so gentle.
Everything feels slower beneath the water. Warmer. Your body is already so sensitive all over, so when his thumb swipes innocently in a sweet circle on the inside of your thigh, you have to bite back a whine.
But Sam hears it.
And oh, does he love it.
His eyes widen, not that you can see, but the picture of his face in the back of your mind is one of Sam-Winchester-curiosity, his careful exploration stopping as he studies you. That smart, law-boy brain of his working hard, gears turning, deciding just how much to push. How you’re feeling. What you’re feeling. Because if there’s one thing Sam will never do, it’s make your discomfort worse.
For a moment, you’re both quiet. Quiet enough that the only sound filling the room is the drip of the faucet you never quite turned all the way off. But when you shift, letting out a shaky sigh, he speaks, voice dropping an octave. “I could… take your mind off things. If you want.”
It takes you an embarrassingly long moment to realize what he’s hinting at, and when it clicks, your brain seems to short circuit.
Oh.
You can’t say you hate the idea. Not at all. In fact, if anything, your hormones fluctuating like some fucked-up seesaw only has you craving Sam like goddamn oxygen. And the way he’s been smoothing those greedy hands all over you in that stupidly comforting way for the last half an hour is certainly not helping your case.
But the blood…
“…What?” you whisper, voice coming out in a barely audible squeak.
“You’re hurting,” he says, simply, in that ‘duh’ tone of his that usually has you rolling your eyes. “And… I’ve done some research. Endorphins, oxytocin, dopamine… the best natural pain killers, baby. It can help blood flow, too. Lots of benefits.” He pitches the idea in that passionate way he explains his case studies, all smiles and a sweet, hushed tone. You feel a wave of warmth in your chest. “And, y’know. I just happen to know a really great way to get ‘em flowing…”
“You’ve done.. research? When, between Economics and Criminal Justice?”
“I have my priorities.”
His hand wanders, just a little lower, skimming along the sensitive expanse of your inner thigh, and the way you squirm is entirely involuntary. Still, it does nothing to melt that tense expression on your face (that, let’s be honest, hasn’t left since the moment you saw the first spot of red on your favourite panties), your next breath coming out shaky.
“Don’t you—I don’t know. Think that’s… gross?”
His fingers stop their path immediately, curling lightly against your soft flesh. It’s a gentle press, just enough to leave pretty dimples, and if it’s designed to distract you, it absolutely works. His hand is big, so damn big, the heel of his palm to the tips of his fingers covering most of your thigh. He huffs, which you’re sure is meant to sound scrutinizing, but the Sam equivalent is so stupidly soft that it just makes your chest hurt instead. He certainly doesn’t sound disgusted, but, almost… offended?
“Gross?” His voice comes out rough, incredulous. “Honey.” He scoffs, lips pressing hard against your shoulder, once, twice, before he trails up to press a kiss to your temple. Softer than the rest. “No. There’s not one thing about you that’s gross, ‘specially not this.”
“Are you sure? I mean, that sounds… it’s messy, Sam.” You tilt your head from where it’s fallen against his shoulder, and his expression is nothing short of sincere.
“I brought it up. I’m more than sure,” he says, just a touch cheeky, but you know it’s only to soothe your nerves. And, well. It works. “…‘M not gonna make you do anything you don’t want. But… I love you. I love makin’ you feel good. And if it’s going to help…” he trails off, shrugging, bubbles fizzing beneath his elbows. “…Tell me why I wouldn’t want to.”
You can’t quite argue with that.
Not that you’d really want to, anyway. Little pulses of arousal prickle in your lower belly, sparking like embers in a fire that’s just begun to burn. You bite your lip, the rational part of your brain rivaling the more primitive parts, but in the end: the latter wins.
“…Okay. Yeah.”
“Yeah?” he presses, a little surprised, but you don’t miss the hint of excitement there. Cute.
“Please.”
His hand shifts, far less innocent now, nudging your legs apart carefully, and you suck in a breath. “Just maybe not, y’know. Here.”
He stops, immediately, huffing a laugh against your neck, the sound low enough to have a shiver racing down your spine. He presses one last kiss to your shoulder, then pulls away, hands sliding across your body as he holds you in a sweet embrace.
“Okay,” he murmurs, breath hovering by your ear. “Bed. I’ll grab a towel.”
All that newfound confidence dissipates the second you watch Sam place that dark, navy blue towel over the covers, slow and careful, like he’s not just protecting the sheets, but setting a stage.
The movement pulls at his shoulders just right, every shift of those perfect muscles in his back catching in the dim light. He’s broad, beautiful, like he’s sculpted from the Gods in a way that’s downright unfair. You stare, of course you do—ogle, even—and the heat that pools low in your stomach dances right along with those insistent nerves, and that uncomfortable twisting feeling that won’t quite give you a rest.
By the time he’s finished smoothing the corners of that damned towel just right, your heart feels about ready to beat out of your chest. Your legs carry you to the bed without a lick of help from your brain, and when you finally sit, you almost feel… stiff. Not because of him. Never because of him. But because of, well. Everything else.
Still, you stay where you are. Reclined, waiting, and acutely aware of everything.
Like the way the sheets are cool under your back when you shift, lying reclined against the plush covers. Or the way the towel is softer beneath your hips, warmer where it brushes your bare skin. Your still-damp hair fans out across the pillow like a halo, ends tickling your shoulders, making every tiny movement send a spark down your spine. Your knees stay drawn in, thighs pressing together like that’ll do anything to quiet the pulse between them.
It doesn’t. Not when Sam turns, and looks at you like that.
He exhales, slow and measured, his gaze dragging over you in a quiet, almost languid way, like he’s savouring the view. There’s nothing rushed in it, and absolutely nothing careless. He takes his time, committing every detail to memory, filing back the way your fingers curl nervously into the blankets, the subtle tremble to your thighs.
His fingers flex at his sides like he’s fighting some internal battle to hold himself back, before he finally steps closer. The mattress dips beneath his weight as he leans in, the shift subtle, but enough to make your breath stutter.
Then his eyes find yours, and they soften.
Maybe not completely. The hunger is still there, unmistakable, burning just beneath the surface, but it slows. It turns careful in a way that makes your chest ache, and has your muscles releasing tension you weren’t even aware was present.
“Still okay?” he asks, quiet, hovering over you, his bangs tickling your forehead, and there’s something about the sound of his voice that has arousal twisting in your core like a cord about to snap. You swallow, nodding; more to keep yourself from letting out an embarrassingly blissful whine than anything. But oh, that’s not enough for him. He tuts at you, a slow exhale and ridiculous shake of his head, but his expression stays sweet enough to drown in.
“Words.”
“Yes, Sam. More than okay,” you breathe, and that’s the A-plus answer. One of his hands comes to rest over your knee, large and warm and oh so grounding. His thumb moves absentmindedly at first, soothing little circles over the swell of your thigh. Slowly, so damn slowly, it becomes more deliberate, dipping into the crease between your legs, fingertips brushing your inner thighs. Each pass is lighter than the last, like he’s coaxing you to melt, rather than just pulling them apart.
“Just relax…” he croons, his voice low, threaded with something so sweet, so him, that it just about hurts.
He bends over you then, careful of his weight, his body enveloping you completely, but without crowding. His lips press to your forehead first, gentle and lingering. Then to your temple. Your cheek. The tip of your nose.
And when he finally reaches your lips, it isn’t rushed. It’s slow. Almost restrained at first, just the faintest brush, before deepening in a way that feels inevitable.
His lips slot against yours like they were made to, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw, long fingers spanning over the expanse of your cheek. Sam’s kisses never feel confined to his lips, when he kisses: you feel it everywhere. That massive hand tilting your head back to give him more access, his nose smushing against your cheek when he presses you into the pillows, his bare chest brushing against yours as his lips move with a slow kind of fever. His hot tongue swipes at the seam of your lips, asking permission, and when you open up for him, he groans like it’s tearing him apart.
When your legs fall open, it’s of their own accord, your body melting into the kiss entirely, and it’s about the most ‘yes please’ response Sam could’ve asked for. His hand slips, dipping from your thighs to the pretty jut of your hip, shifting to your belly to take a needy handful of the softness there. He lets out a panty dropping hum of approval against your lips, sucking spit back through his teeth. “That’s it, beautiful. Openin’ up for me,” he murmurs, dropping an open-mouthed kiss to your neck, hot and wet with just a touch of perfect suction.
He pulls away only enough to blow a cool puff of air over that shiny little circle his lips left behind, making your body give a happy jolt, a gasp tumbling from your lips at the prickling sensation. He snickers at your shiver, the bastard, but then his fingers are wandering again. Lower this time.
The first brush over the swell of your mound is featherlight, testing, but you’re so sensitive, that it already feels like you’re seconds away from falling apart (pathetic? Maybe. Not that he minds). His thumb brushes your clit, the softest of circles, and you’re pretty sure every coherent thought you’ve ever had falls straight out of your head. You must look a little stupid, going slack jawed, eyes glazed over, brows pulled in silent pleasure, but he doesn’t tease. Those thick fingers glide through your folds, spreading you open with his middle and index digits, his eyes trained on your cunt like it’s the prettiest view he’s ever seen.
You’re wet. Real fucking wet. A string of slick connects your pussy to his fingers as he pulls away just to shuffle himself back, and… oh. That pale, milky red hue clings to his fingers, glistening in the low light, your face growing hot in an instant. It’s just as mortifying as it is, put lightly, completely fucking erotic. Your expression twists into that of an embarrassed frown, just as Sam exhales roughly. But his expression… yeah. Not repulsed. Not even close.
His jaw seems to tighten at the sight of that pink-streaked slick on his fingers, and you swear his pupils only dilate even further. His thumb finds your clit again, thick ripples of pleasure sparking from your core, rubbing precise and firm as his gaze finds yours. And when he sees that less than amused expression, you swear he bites back a grin.
“It’s natural, baby.” His voice comes out butter-smooth, dripping with lust, damn near sultry.
“It’s blood.”
Sam simply mm-hmm’s at that, unphased, free hand moving to splay over your thigh, nudging your legs further apart. Spreading you open for him, wide open, just as he goes right back to practically eye-fucking your dripping cunt. His fingers slide back through your folds, gathering more slick, spreading it slow and filthy. Coating you in your own wetness like he just needs to feel how soaked you really are. “Just makes you even more wet for me. So needy.”
You don’t get to think, let alone respond, before he dips lower and slides one thick finger inside, stretching you out just right, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit when he reaches the last knuckle. Your lashes flutter, eyes fighting to not roll straight back into your head as fire sparks and pulls at your core. “You think I give a damn about a little mess?” he pulls back, letting out a huff, just to thrust right back home with a second long digit to stuff you full. “Y’don’t gotta be nervous, honey. ‘M just gonna take good care of you, yeah? Make you feel alll better...”
You let out a whine at that, one that comes entirely involuntarily, slipping through parted lips. And oh, Sam loves it so much—he makes it his personal mission to hear a thousand more. Your legs fall further apart, knees thumping against the soft towel below, his tongue darting out to lick his lips like the sight of you spread before him has his mouth watering. His fingers pump in slow, rhythmic thrusts that squelch in the quiet room, just as he drags himself back just enough to lower himself between your parted thighs like he’s been waiting to do so all damn day.
His mouth drops to your ribs first, lips tickling just beneath your breasts, before drifting lower, lower, lower, until he’s smudging a sloppy-wet kiss below your navel. He groans, his breath hot and ragged against your belly, butterflies twisting deep in your core. “Fuck… look at you,” he rasps, smushing his lips against the inside of your thighs, sucking sweet red splotches, his shoulders spreading you impossibly wider.
Those perfect, leather tough fingertips drag over that spot deep inside your pussy that makes your vision go white, your back bowing with a euphoric: “oh God, Sam!”
Your own fingers thread through his hair, silky and still a tad damp, and there’s a part of your brain that screams at you to just pull him back up to your lips before he can reach his destination: but it’s damn near impossible to care about taboo when his tongue swipes its first long, deep lick from his fingers to your clit.
It’s so good. Too good. Your hips jerk, chasing the feeling and shying away and oh God another pass comes, timed with a curl of his fingers that almost makes you sob. His free hand pins your hips down hard, keeping you from squirming away, and you’re sure that if he had it in him to come up for air: he’d probably be scolding you again.
Luckily for you, though, he’s addicted the second he gets that first taste.
A low, appreciative noise rumbles from his chest as he laps at you, his tongue broad and hot and filthy, laving over your folds in wet circles that have you rattling out choked moans and pleas. His fingers pump steadily inside you, matching the flow of his mouth with Stanford-levels of accuracy, until your thighs tremble around his head and his name spills from your lips in a broken gasp.
The cramps that twisted and pulled at your core like they were trying to tear you apart? Forgotten. It’s hard to focus on pain when Sam dives right into your cunt like he’s starving, making wet, lewd slurping sounds that have your cheeks heating up and your stomach flipping. His fingers stuff you full, pausing their thrusts just to zero in on that spot—wrist rolling in circles as he presses again and again right fucking there.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sam, Sammy—ah, don’t stop,” you curse, and you don’t think once about pushing him away anymore. Instead? You only pull him closer. Your fist curls in his hair as you sling one leg over his shoulder, soft skin meeting the broad, hard muscle of his back.
He grunts approvingly in response, the vibration shooting through you like an electrical current, and you swear he almost sounds drunk. Like that tangy, coppery-taste he sucks from your core is the finest wine he’s ever gotten his greedy hands on. His tongue laps at you feverishly, swirling around your puffy clit, before sealing around it with those swollen lips like he’s trying to drink you down.
He doesn’t stop. Can’t. Not when his chin drips a shimmery red, not when your thighs squeeze by his ears, not when your voice breaks on his name. The rich combination of blood and slick slides down your thighs, soaking the towel beneath, staining the fabric with evidence of your need.
He smushes his face against you, so damn close that his nose scrunches against your mound, his lips suckling hard against your sensitive bundle, like even a lick of space is far too much. Inevitably, he has to part for a breath—but Sam doesn’t waste a single one.
“Wanna fuck y’like this, baby,” he babbles, curling his fingers, peppering an almost urgent kiss to your pussy between words. “Fuckin’ slippery wet. So good for me.” Kiss. “You’d let me?” Kiss. “Let me fuck you so good? Take all that pain away?” Kiss kiss.
“Mmph… y-yeah,” you croak, thighs shaking so hard, you wonder if he’s already fucked you dumb.
“Yeah? Yeah what?” he urges.
“Want—wan’ you to fuck me, Sammy, just like this. Please.”
He doesn’t answer at first, but he sure as hell groans, muffled, guttural, kitten licking your clit, tonguing at your folds to keep you spread open the way he wants you. One hand is still bruising on your hip, the other hooking talented fingers so perfectly against your sweet spot. His breath punches out in rough grunts, eyes closed like he’s savouring your taste.
“I will,” he promises, sealing it with a broad lick that steals your breath. “Maybe not tonight, baby, but I will.”
His jaw flexes as he swallows around your clit, and you know it must be aching. You’re close, so fucking close, and he knows it: doubling down on his efforts like he wasn’t already one good vibration away from making you pass out into a messy puddle of ecstasy.
“C’mon. Come f’me. Forget all ‘bout the pain, sweet girl.”
He finds that abused bud again. Sucks. Hums a moan like he’s seconds away from falling apart, just enough to make you jolt.
It doesn’t take much more than that.
Your climax washes over you, crashing down in wave after wave of pure, overwhelming pleasure. You writhe, sob, squirms pinned by his big hand still splayed over your hip, every word you try to speak dissolved into a slurred moan. Sam rides it out with you, fingers buried to the last knuckle, tongue swirling tight, until your body sags against the sheets, boneless and spent.
His fingers slip free after a moment, but apparently, Sam hasn’t quite gotten his fill. Because the second he does, he’s dragging his tongue right back through your oversensitive cunt, dipping into your weeping hole to really get a proper taste, right from the source.
You whine, stumbling out a ‘too much’, and it’s only then that he draws back. Slow, languid, licking his lips clean with a satisfied hum.
And oh. Oh God.
His chin, his fingers, God, even sliding down his neck—it’s all slick. Dripping. Stained a glistening reddish-pink, that seriously shouldn’t make you stupid levels of horny, and yet, somehow? It really fucking does.
“S-Sammy, you look… oh, fuck.”
He grins, shamelessly, looking a little more than proud, as he follows your eyes to his fingers, coated in red, shimmering as he raises them to his mouth. Without hesitation, his tongue swipes once, slowly, over his stained fingers, humming at the coppery-sweet flavour with a pleased hum.
Well, fuck.
You’re barely able to swallow back your moan when he leans in, boxing you against the pillows, hands skimming over your still-trembling thighs (and… yeah. He definitely left fingerprints).
“You taste real good, y’know,” he soothes, breath ghosting over yours. You can almost smell the metallic tang in his breath. “And… it looks like you’re feelin’ better, yeah?” he shifts, hands following a path across your body. So damn gentle, a featherlight touch. And when you nod, he smiles. “Good.”
You can’t even pretend to be surprised when he starts lowering himself right back down between your thighs.
“Though… one trial’s never actually enough. Right, honey?”
AN: So, I asked for fluffy requests, because I thought maybe I wouldn’t end up writing way too much… just for me to start writing way too much. So, hopefully, I’ll finish that soon! I’d just started this one a while ago, and finally got around to finishing it.
Side note, sorry for not posting for almost a month. Life is kicking my ass… but! Hopefully I’ll finish up some more drafts.
Also! I figured out how to do the gradient thing, and will be overusing it now 😆
He’s just big. Too big. Broad shoulders that feel like walls—mountains you cling to when you’re on top, desperate for leverage, desperate for him. His arms flex when he pulls you closer, biceps straining against your body, wrapping you up like you’re something small, something fragile. His hands cover too much at once, palms so wide they could swallow your waist whole, fingers digging into your skin until you feel branded.
When you ride him, it’s those shoulders you hang on to, nails clawing into the solid curve of them, your cries muffled against his neck. He doesn’t mind. He never does. He just groans, low and wrecked, holding you steady as your hips stutter. “I know,” he murmurs, voice all gravel and warmth, “I know, baby. I know that dick is big.”
Effortlessly. He picks you up like you weigh nothing, your legs still trembling around his waist, and sets you on the bed without breaking rhythm. His frame eclipses yours, back broad enough to cover you entirely, blocking out the world until all you can see is him, feel is him.
The mirror on the ceiling doesn’t lie. It shows how small you are beneath him, his body spilling over yours, swallowing you whole. Every thrust shakes through you, every roll of his hips forcing you deeper into the mattress. He doesn’t just fuck you. He drowns you—blankets you with his size until you’re gasping his name, pulling him closer, begging for more.
Thick hot ropes of cum fill up your sore pussy, He pushes himself deeper into you, which makes you claw his back with your nails, moaning in pure ecstasy. “You're gonna cum for me again, right, my slutty girl?”
And he gives it, again and again, until you can’t tell where you end and he begins.
I get feral during my period, could you write about reader being shy about asking Bucky for sex since some find it disgusting
You don’t usually get shy around Bucky. Not anymore. Not after everything he’s seen, everything he’s held, everything he’s kissed and touched and whispered into existence on your skin.
But today, your shyness is practically a second heartbeat.
You’re curled on the couch with a heating pad over your stomach, blanket tucked to your chin, scrolling mindlessly while Bucky cooks dinner. He checks on you every few minutes, pressing a kiss to your forehead or sliding his hand through your hair, murmuring something like, Hurting, doll? Need anything? You good, sweetheart?
And every time he asks, you swallow the real answer.
Because you’re not just crampy.
You’re feral. Everything aches in ways that have nothing to do with pain and everything to do with him.
You press your thighs together, frustrated. It’s embarrassing—at least you think so. You’ve had friends who called period sex “gross,” people who wrinkled their noses or made jokes. So you learned to keep quiet, keep your needs tucked away during that time of the month.
But Bucky is… Bucky. He doesn’t shy away from your messy parts. Still, saying it out loud? That’s another battle entirely.
You don’t notice him approaching until he crouches by the couch, brushing his knuckles over your cheek.
“You’re awfully quiet,” he says softly. “Even for a bad day.”
You try to keep your voice normal, casual. “Just tired. I’m fine.”
Bucky narrows his eyes. He knows you too well. Knows the difference between fine and I’m absolutely lying but please don’t look at me.
He tilts his head. “Want me to run you a bath?”
“No.”
“Warm compress?”
“No.”
“Want me to hold you?”
God, yes. But that’s not the problem.
You shake your head again.
Bucky rises a little, bracing one hand on the couch beside your hip so he’s leaning over you, close enough to feel his breath on your lips.
“Doll,” he murmurs, “talk to me. What do you need?”
You bury your face in the blanket. “You’ll think it’s gross.”
He laughs under his breath—soft, loving, like the idea is absurd. “Sweetheart, I’ve been in trenches. I’ve held people’s guts in with my hands. You think anything about you could be gross to me?”
Your cheeks burn. “It’s different.”
“Look at me,” he says gently.
You peek out. His eyes are warm, steady. Not teasing. Not impatient. Just waiting.
Your voice is barely more than a whisper. “I’m… really horny.”
Bucky blinks, then smiles slow and wicked—but not mocking. More like he’s flattered and pleased.
“That’s what you were scared to tell me?” he asks.
You nod, mortified.
“Baby,” he says, brushing your hair back from your face, “why would that ever embarrass you?”
“Because I’m on my period,” you mumble. “Some people think it’s—”
“I am not ‘some people.’” His voice comes out low, certain. “And nothing about your body disgusts me. Especially when it wants me.”
Your breath catches. “But it might be messy.”
“So?” He shrugs. “I don’t care about messes. I care about you.” His thumb traces your lower lip. “If you want me, you ask. If you need me, you tell me. That’s the deal.”
You look at him for a long moment, searching for even the smallest hint of hesitation. There’s none. Just desire and tenderness and that familiar stubborn devotion he carries like instinct.
Your voice goes small again. “I… want you.”
That’s all it takes.
Bucky scoops you into his arms like you weigh nothing, carrying you to the bedroom. He lies you down gently, treating you like your body is something sacred and soft, something he’s lucky to touch.
He kisses your thighs, your stomach, the waistband of your soft shorts.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” he murmurs. “Tell me if you want slow or you want rough or you want my mouth first. I’m yours. Just tell me.”
You whimper, tugging him up to kiss you. “I just… need you close.”
“Close I can do.”
Bucky undresses you with careful hands, stripping slowly so you never feel rushed. When he finally settles between your legs, he kisses you again—deeper this time, needier—his hand cupping your cheek while the other slides down to rest on your hip.
“Let me make you feel good,” he whispers against your lips. “Let me take care of this.”
When he slips into you, he moves gently at first, testing, making sure you’re comfortable. You cling to him, grounding yourself in his warmth, his weight, the steady rhythm he sets.
“You feel incredible,” Bucky groans into your neck.
A flush rises in you—not embarrassment this time, but relief, want, gratitude.
“You don’t care?” you breathe.
He lifts his head so you can see the truth in his eyes. “The only thing I care about is you wanting me. Nothing else matters.”
You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him deeper, and he groans again—low, reverent.
“See?” he murmurs, kissing your jaw. “Nothing gross about this. Nothing I wouldn’t give you. You need me?” He thrusts slowly, deliberately. “You tell me.”
And you do.
You tell him with every breathy moan, every cling of your hands, every shiver that runs through you when he whispers praise into your skin.
When you finally come, he holds you through it, kissing your temple, whispering, “Good girl, that’s it, I’ve got you.”
Afterward, he doesn’t pull away. He stays right there, chest pressed to yours, stroking your hair.
“You don’t ever hide that from me again,” he murmurs. “If your body wants me, I want it right back. Period or not.”
You smile into his shoulder, warmth blooming in your chest.
“Okay,” you whisper.
And Bucky—your Bucky—kisses your forehead like a promise.
summary — ethan's an alpha and your pre-heat sent him into a rut with suppressants that don't work.
cw — smut, mdni 18+, p in v (unprotected), knotting, breeding kink, really just filthy ass sex.
wc — 1.8k
a/n .ᐟ — this is really just filthy sex LMFAO i need him so bad.
Ethan was miserable. Going through a rut with suppressants was fine. Going through a rut with bad suppressants? That was horrible.
Ethan was on his second day of pure torture. Constant need, his entire body feeling like it was on fire, he tried his damn hardest to stay away from you because he knew you were the reason for him being this way. He wasn't expecting his rut for another three weeks. He couldn't afford to snap around you. Defile you the way he'd been dreaming about for the past two days since he smelled that pre-heat.
You were one of his roommates best friends and he wasn't sure if Chad would take kindly to him fucking you senseless in the same dorm he was in. He knew you had to be in heat by now and the thought alone made his dick swell. Not like it hadn't been swollen for the past two days.
He groaned as he took a sip of his coffee. He couldn't sleep. Chad was out on a date with Tara, probably getting laid, something Ethan needed desperately. He glared at the bottle of suppressants on the counter and rolled his eyes. "Strong acting my ass," he mumbled. He just had to ride this thing out for two more days.
That's it.
But of course, because life had a sick sense of humor, there was a knock at the door. Ethan groaned again, rubbing his forehead as he set his mug down on the counter. "Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming," he grumbled, in a sour mood from all of this. And then he smelled it. He smelled it before he even made it to the door.
Sweet. Overwhelmingly so. With a hint of musk beneath it. His instincts took over. Two words echoed in his head until there wasn't anything else. Knot. Breed.
He knew he shouldn't, knew it was an idiotic idea to open the door but he did it anyway and the scent hit him like a slap in the face. There you were on the other side, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide, your lips a rosy shade that made him want to trap them between his teeth.
"H-hey," you stumbled a little over your words, a small sweat on your brow. He could feel the heat of your body from three steps away.
"Hi," he said breathlessly, clenching his jaw. His hand gripping onto the door so hard, the wood creaked. "What are you..." He swallowed harshly, trying to think with his brain, not his dick. "What are you doing here?"
You looked up at him, your eyes a little glossed over. Oh, you were in full swing heat. "Um...uh, I'm actually...I actually don't really know..." you breathed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you poked your head into the dorm, looking around. "Is Chad here?"
Ethan shook his head, his nails digging into the door, leaving indents in the wood while his free hand fisted at his side. I will not fuck her. I will not fuck her. I will not—
In a flash he didn't even really see, he had you by the waist, pulling you against him as his head dipped down to capture your lips with his. His fingers dug so hard into your skin that you were sure it was going to bruise.
You whined into his mouth, your fingers gripping at his hair, pulling him closer and pushing him away all in the same moment. Your heat was getting unbearable, you felt like you were suffocating. Ethan caught your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just shy of too hard.
His hands were already beneath your shirt, desperate to feel skin. You were burning hot and it made him groan, he used one hand to move your hair away from your neck, leaning down to bury his nose against your throat. "Fuuuck, you smell so fucking good...I'm going to breed you." His voice was deep, gravely, and it vibrated through your entire body.
Your breath hitched, the empty pulse you've had between your thighs for a day getting impatient. You let out a whimper, yanking his mouth back to yours, stepping inside the dorm as you closed the front door behind you.
Ethan's hands, easily spanning the entirety of your lower back, trailed down to the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so that you'd wrap your legs around his waist. "You want that? Want me to knot inside you?" He asked against your lips, dropping you down against his bed without ceremony.
You whined as he pulled off his shirt, showing off a physique that someone like him wouldn't normally have. Ethan worked out. Vigorously. His biceps were about the size of your head, his six pack defined and damp with his own sweat from his rut. Fuck, he was hot. "Yes...fuck, yes, breed me..." you moaned, shedding your own clothes.
When you couldn't get your leggings off, clinging to your skin due to the heat, Ethan descended to hover above your waistband, a low growl in the back of his throat as he hooked his canine teeth, now elongated, beneath the fabric and ripped it in half. You gasped, looking down at the shreds that used to be your leggings.
He yanked the rest of it off, his impatience showing in his hurried movements, going in for your soaked panties now. The insides of your thighs were slick, your pussy swollen beneath the lacy material. Ethan wasted no time and ripped your underwear off, leaving you bare to his gaze.
"You're so fucking hot, baby..." he groaned, his hands wrapping around your thighs to open you up for him, another growl rumbling in his throat at the sight of you.
You squirmed beneath him. "Ethan...either fuck me or eat me out, I'm fucking dying." Your voice was needy, breathy, but still held a threat underneath the words.
Ethan's smile was lethal despite his own need, he loved seeing you like this. He thrived on it. "That's no way to ask..." His hands came down to his sweatpants, yanking them down along with his boxers as his dick sprung out and slapped against his belly button. Your eyes widened. Of course he had a big dick. You whined again, your pussy feeling so empty it hurt. "Ask nicely."
He angled his dick down, keeping your thighs spread for him with his free hand, as the other guided his cock to glide through your soaked lips, stimulating your clit just enough to have you on that edge. You could see the way he was holding back, the way he was fighting the urge to just slide right into you.
You mewled. "Please...please, fuck me, Ethan." Your eyes met his and within a split second of the words leaving your mouth, he slammed into you.
Your eyes rolled, your head falling back against the pillows as a sound that you'd never heard yourself make before left your lips. Ethan's grip on your thighs tightened. "Oh, f-fuck...shit...you feel so good." Ethan leaned over you, his mouth finding your neck as he pulled out to where just the tip was in and then slammed right back in.
Your back arched. "Oh, my God!" You whined into his shoulder, your nails digging deeply into his back, your legs cradling his hips. His kisses and nips found your soft spot on your neck as he began a rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with your moans.
Suddenly, Ethan's teeth dug deep into your sensitive spot. The pain adding so much more to the pleasure of him driving into you. Your moan sounded more like a scream. "Asshole..." you breathed, your mind becoming blanker with each thrust.
Ethan chuckled against your skin, feeling his grin against you made it hotter. "I can't not bite you." He moaned in your ear and it made fireworks explode in your lower belly. Your eyes fluttered but you needed more. He needed more. You both knew it.
It happened so quickly, just like the move that brought the two of you there, he flipped you over on all fours, shoving your head against the pillow with one hand while the other held your wrists behind your back, arching your back for him. He leaned down over your body, his chest completely encasing you. "You're so fucking hot like this."
You moaned into the pillow, your sounds getting louder with each thrust. Fucking you from behind gave him a new angle, one that hit that spot inside you every. Fucking. Time. It was intoxicating.
Ethan seemed to feel it too, you could feel his knot swelling at the base of his cock, his grunts getting louder, needier. "God, I'm gonna breed this cunt...knot you 'till I'm spent and empty. 'Till it fucking takes. You want that?"
You mewled incoherently against the pillow, your mind completely blank now. All that was left was your begs for him to breed you. You needed it. You needed it so badly. You could feel that familiar feeling starting at the base of your spine, working up and around your belly, heat pooling into your cunt but it was so much more intense than it ever had been before.
With one final thrust, you came so hard your ears rang and your face was buried in the pillow so that you wouldn't alert Ethan's neighbors. Your cunt squeezed around Ethan's dick, swallowing him further in, not wanting to let him go.
And with a roar, Ethan's knot swelled up completely, trapping him inside of you as he filled you with his come. You were so out of it, your brain seemingly on another planet entirely because before you knew it, Ethan was carrying you into the kitchen, his knot still swollen in your cunt.
"Here, drink up." He offered you a glass of water, holding you up with one arm as you gulped the liquid down. You must've gotten dehydrated with all of the sweating. "How're you feeling?" He asked, running his fingers gently up and down your spine.
You shivered at the touch, resting your head against his shoulder as you fought the sleep that tried to overtake you. With your heat being as bad as it was, you hadn't slept a wink the night before. But it was sated, for now, at least. "Tired, but good."
Ethan hummed, placing the cup in the sink and carrying you back over to his bed, carefully laying the both of you down since he couldn't pull out yet. "You ever been knotted before?" He questioned before a yawn grabbed him. He hadn't been sleeping either.
You shook your head, letting his arms wrap around your middle and pull your back against him. He smiled, you saw it out of the corner of your eye. You rolled your eyes. "Shut up, smug bastard."
Ethan laughed, shrugging his shoulders. "Hey, I get to be smug." He nuzzled into the side of your neck. "It'll go down in twenty to thirty minutes and then we should probably shower." He yawned again, his body slowly going slack behind you.
"Yeah," you yawned yourself, relaxing in his hold. "Probably." But as you were saying this, your eyes were closing and unconsciousness was calling to you.
Cw: haven’t written smut in a while, cam model reader, afab reader, vaginal fingering, squirting
“Turn around. Show ‘em that pretty ass.” Ethan chirped, wasting no time pawing at the soft flesh of your thigh.
It was strange. Ethan “nerdy and nice” Landry was speechless when you first told him about the offer you received. A price too high to ignore and all you had to do was get a man involved. Naturally, you asked your best friend to be that man.
He had always been supportive of your side hustle, even asking how you were doing every once in a while. “Just to make sure,” he claimed. Ethan truly was a nice guy, so despite his initial shock when you asked him to make an appearance, he agreed with no hassle.
That weekend, you found yourself locked in your bedroom, clad in black lace as you kissed Ethan with his hands trailing along your skin. You occasionally caught his eyes darting to your laptop nearby as if he was watching the two of you from your viewers’ perspective. If the rock hard tent in his pants was any indication, he was enjoying it more than you thought he would.
You craned your neck to see the screen, only able to catch a glimpse of your best friend’s hand squeezing your ass cheek, his head leaning against your side as he read the chat. You felt his fingers trail along the lacy edge of your panties as he uttered “The prettiest ass ever…” before pressing a kiss to your collarbone.
Ethan looked up, his hand completely still on your ass. There was a shine in his eyes you had never seen in him before. Enamorment.
You leaned in and met him in another sloppy kiss, your own hand carding through the curls of his hair. He groaned against your lips and pulled you closer, making you brush against his clothed cock . When you pulled away to breathe, you shifted in his lap, sinking onto your backside and turning back to face the camera. Ethan smirked, once again glancing to the laptop before pulling your legs apart to show off your clothed cunt.
His hand slid down, palming your heat and, to your surprise, his thumb circling your clit as if he knew your anatomy inside and out.
“She’s already so wet, chat.” he teased, index finger teasing the slicked fabric. The tip pushed forward, dipping into your pussy as much as your panties would allow. He groaned with a soft kiss to your hair, “Fuck, always knew you’d be tight….”
Without warning, he pulled your underwear aside and admired your glistening skin through the screen. You sucked your lip when he finally touched your clit. Fuck, you were never this sensitive on camera before. At least not before an orgasm…But Ethan’s touch alone was enough to make your body want to close around his hand, to swallow him whole.
“Fuck…” you sigh, chasing after Ethan’s warmth as he pushed two fingers in.
“You’re suckin’ me in, sweetie,” he said with a smile, pumping agonizingly slow. “I could get addicted.”
His thumb reconnected with your clit as the pads of his fingers pushed up in you. His free hand snuck up your side and grabbed your tit, teasing the nipple through thin lace. Your own fell to his lap, stroking his cock through his pants.
“Fuck, you’re huge…” you muttered.
Ethan smirked as his fingers began to move faster, “You know what they say about shy guys, babe.”
Suddenly, his fingers slipped out of your heat, beelining to his sweats and yanking them down enough to free his swollen cock. He pumped it, wetting it with your arousal. “Never been so hard in my life. You do that to me, pretty.” he said, planting a small nip to your ear.
His hand quickly abandoned his length and returned back to your pussy, easily pushing back in and thrusting again. Your slick coated the digits and only seemed to make them piston faster into you, each pump accompanied by a wet ‘pap’.
Your own hand fell to his cock, wrapping your fingers around the stiff length and pumping as often as you could muster. The thumb on your clit made it hard to think.
The pads of Ethan’s fingers brushed against the sensitive spot inside you, eliciting a gasp from your bruised lips as your hips writhed under his arm. “Fuck Ethan…”
“That good, baby?” he cooed, almost low enough for the microphone to not detect it. “Right there?”
You nodded. “There…Don’t stop.” Your hand squeezed his cock a smidge tighter and caused him to groan. His thumb pressed a little harder on your clit, angling his fingers up to hit your g-spot every time.
“Come for me, baby. Show ‘em how pretty you are when you come.”
As if his words were a switch, helped by a particularly good swirl to your clit, your toes dug into the floor, body tensing and pulsing as the wave of your orgasm hit. Your eyes were shut tight as you moaned, pliant against Ethan’s shoulder as he kept fucking you through it.
You barely registered the loud wet smacks coming from you.
“Fuck, she’s a squirter~” Ethan teased to your audience with a shit eating grin, still casually swirling his fingers around your clit.
He only stopped when your hand left his cock and tapped his thigh, the signal you had established in lieu of a safe word. His fingers practically flew out of your dripping pussy and Ethan pressed a soft, breathless kiss to your hair, whispering as his wet hand massaged your thigh, “Good girl. You’re so pretty, baby.”
Hi! I saw how you did how reader is quiet during sex like how would they react is she was the opposite? Like they couldn’t keep her quiet?
BE QUIET .ᐟ
(individ.) JAKE S. LO’AK S. NETEYAM S. M. QUARITCH
꒰𐔌 warnings: this is like pure smut…mdni
JAKE 𑣲
You sprawled out on the soft woven mat inside Jake's private tent, the dim glow of vines casting faint light over your naked bodies. Jake hovered above you, his blue frame filling the space, his yellow eyes full with desire.
He positioned himself between your legs, his cock nudging against your entrance before he pushed in slowly, stretching your pussy wide open.
The sensation made you gasp loudly, your voice bouncing off the tent walls. "Jake, oh Eywa, feels so good," you moaned.
His ears twitched at the sound. "Ma'yawntutsyip (little one), you gotta keep it down," he murmured. But you couldn't help it as he started thrusting, another cry escaped your lips.
"I can't...it's too much!" Your hands clutched at his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
Jake's tail curled around your thigh, pulling you closer as he leaned down. He captured your mouth in a firm kiss, his lips sealing yours to muffle the noise.
His tongue tangled with yours, while his hips snapped forward, his cock filling you completely with each plunge. You whimpered into the kiss, your body arching up to meet him.
He broke away just enough to whisper against your lips, "Shh, or the whole clan will hear. Focus on me."
His large hand slid up to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple roughly, distracting you from the urge to scream.
You tried to respond, but his mouth claimed yours again, his fangs lightly nipping your lower lip. His thrusts grew faster, his balls slapping against your ass, the wet sounds of your cunt taking him echoing softly.
"Jake, please!” you managed to gasp when he pulled back for air, but he shook his head, eyes stern yet affectionate.
"Quiet now, yawne (beloved). Let me take care of you." He shifted his weight, angling his hips to hit that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
Your moans turned to muffled sobs against his shoulder as you bit down on his skin, trying to obey. His free hand gripped your hip, guiding your movements, while he fucked you relentlessly.
Sweat slicked both of you, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. When the orgasm hit, you cried out into his neck, the sound vibrating against him without carrying far.
Jake growled low, his own release following as he pumped hot cum deep into your cunt, holding you tight through the waves. He didn't release the kiss until your body stilled.
"That's my girl," he said with a grin, brushing a braid from your face.
LO’AK 𑣲
Lo’ak dragged you into the dense underbrush of the hidden grove, far from the clan's prying eyes. He pressed you back against a rough tree trunk, his hands roaming your body.
Lifting one of your legs, he aligned his hard cock with your cunt and thrusted in without warning, the sudden fullness ripping a sharp yelp from your throat.
"Lo’ak!" you cried, your voice carrying through the leaves.
He smirked, but his eyes darted around. "Skxawng (idiot), keep it quiet or we'll get caught," he hissed, though his hips didn't stop, pounding into you with.
You bit your lip, but another moan slipped out as his ridged length dragged along your inner walls. "I can't help it, you feel so good," you whined, your fingers tangling in his braids, pulling him closer.
Lo’ak's tail lashed behind him, a sign of his excitement, but he clamped his hand over your mouth firmly, his palm warm and calloused against your skin. "Siltsan (calm) be quiet.”
He leaned in, his forehead pressing to yours, yellow eyes locking on as he fucked you harder. You bucked against him, your free hand clawing at his back, but his grip held muffling your cries into soft hums.
"That's better," he murmured, his thumb tracing your jawline teasingly. His other hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles, making your eyes roll back.
You tried to speak, "Lo’ak, m’close..." but it came out garbled against his hand.
He chuckled, the cocky edge to his personality evident. "Yeah? Then cum for me. Don't want my Dad busting us."
The tree bark scraped your back with each thrust, his balls smacking your ass rhythmically. Your body trembled, pussy clenching around him as pleasure built. He quickened his pace, grunting with effort, his tail wrapping around your waist to steady you.
When you came, your scream vibrated against his palm, tears streaming down your cheeks from the intensity. Lo’ak followed with a stifled groan, his cum flooding your cunt in hot spurts.
He eased his hand away slowly, kissing the red mark it left on your cheek. "See? You can do it," he teased, pulling out and helping you stand on shaky legs.
NETEYAM 𑣲
In the quiet seclusion of the family hut after everyone else had gone to sleep, Neteyam guided you to the low bench. He turned you around gently, bending you over the edge, his hands steady on your hips.
Sliding his thick cock into your cunt from behind, he filled you inch by inch, drawing a loud gasp from you. "Neteyam, oh, it's so deep," you moaned.
"Shh, ma yawntu (my lover), no noise," he whispered firmly. As he began thrusting, you couldn't stifle another cry.
"I know, b-but it feels incredible," you pleaded softly, pushing back against him.
Neteyam reached forward without hesitation, slipping two fingers into your mouth, pressing them against your tongue to gag you effectively.
"Suck on them, stay quiet for us," he instructed. You complied, your lips wrapping around his digits, slurping softly as his hips picked up speed.
His cock plunged deeper and deeper, his balls tapping your thighs hitting every sensitive spot.
You rocked back, craving more. You mumbled around his fingers, "Mmm, Neteyam..." but the words dissolved into wet sounds.
He leaned over you, his chest to your back, breath warm on your neck. "Good girl, you're doing so well. We can't wake the others." His free hand roamed to your breast, squeezing firmly, pinching your nipple.
Neteyam's thrusts grew more insistent, his control slipping just enough to show his passion, but he remained composed. Juices trailed down your legs, your pussy fluttering wildly around him.
When your orgasm approached, you gagged harder on his fingers, body convulsing in silence, waves of pleasure crashing without a sound.
He pulled out carefully, flipping you onto your back on the bench. Removing his fingers, he let you catch your breath as you whispered, "That was intense."
Neteyam stroked your cheek, then stroked his cock, cumming across your stomach in thick ropes. "You were perfect," he said softly, cleaning you up with a cloth.
QUARITCH 𑣲
Quaritch's quarters aboard the base were stark and functional, much like the man himself. He sat bare on the edge of the bed (one made specifically for him since turning into an avatar), pulling you onto his lap to straddle him.
You sank down onto his thick cock, the intrusion making you throw your head back with a loud moan. "Quaritch, you're huge!" you gasped, starting to rock your hips.
His eyes narrowed, the colonel in him demanding control. "Quiet down, sweetheart. Walls are thin here," he growled, his voice gravelly and commanding.
But as you bounced faster, another cry escaped. "I can't it-it’s so good," you whimpered, hands on his broad chest for leverage.
Without a word, Quaritch's large hand shot up, clamping over your mouth, fingers pressing into your cheeks to seal your lips. "Hush now, that's an order," he said, smirking as his hips bucked up to meet yours, his cock slamming deep into your cunt.
You whined against his palm, with watering eyes, but the pressure only fueled your arousal. His other hand dug into your ass, spreading you open for deeper penetration.
Sweat beaded on his scarred skin, your breasts heaving with each motion. "Mmmph," you tried to say his name, but it muffled into nothing.
He leaned forward, his mouth finding your neck, teeth sinking in just hard enough to bite, a sharp sting that made you jolt without sound.
"Good girl, take it," he murmured against your skin, his free arm wrapping around your waist to control the pace, fucking up into you relentlessly.
The bunk creaked under the force, your clit grinding against his pelvis. Tears streamed from the overwhelming pleasure, your body trembling on the edge.
Quaritch's grip tightened, his eyes locked on yours. When you came, your body shook violently, the scream trapped behind his hand, pussy milking his cock.
He thrusted a few more times, groaning low as he emptied his hot cum into you, filling you to the brim.
Only then did he remove his hand, letting you gasp for air. "Atta girl," he rasped, pulling you down for a rough kiss.
-Fucking his sleep deprived mate before your 6 kids wake up, and before he leaves for his Olo’eyktan duties [The same little flower]
-Olo’eyktan Neteyam publicly fingering you on his throne, by the fire to remind people who you belong to
-Neteyam helping you get rid of your achey little pussy [the same little sis]
-Dom!Neteyam fucking his dumb little girl into the ground
-Quickie with Dom!Neteyam in rut in the middle of his duties
-Dark!Neteyam helping his drugged up innocent little friend feel so much better[The same little ocean girl]
-Neteyam using you like a toy
-Neteyam's obsessed with the way your ass jiggles when he fucks you stupid
-Neteyam overstimulating his little human sister's pussy
-Dark!Neteyam cumming in his little human sister's panties
-Dark!Neteyam admiring your little human body+thumb sucking while you're drugged dumb by him
- Neteyam using his pretty little drugged dumb girl
- Neteyam eating your pussy against a tree when he's supposed to be training
-Neteyam's tired of you acting like a fucking brat
-Neteyam using you and pumping you pull of his cum
-Neteyam breeding his little human
- Neteyam's so fascinated by the taste of your tawtute pussy
- Dark!Neteyam who can’t fuck his little sis incase he knocks her up
-Neteyam plowing you into the ground
-Dark!Neteyam giving you some of his 'special milk' so you can fall back asleep
-Neteyam has cum in his dumb little cum slut..3 times? He isn't keeping count with his Na'vi stamina
-Can't talk if his mouth's full
-Loves eating you out in whatever position his mouth lands in when he steps foot into your kelku
~°Ao'nung⋆.𐙚 ̊
-Ao'nung's first time eating your human pussy. [Ps: he can’t get enough of your juices]
-Ao’nung's first time using your little tawtute (human) mouth
-Ao’nung showing you what his frog fingers can do after you made fun of them
-Mean dom!Ao'nung loves to watch you go dumb on his big cock
-You're mad at Ao'nung for always training, so he shows you how his fast swimming skills can benefit you too. "Not so mad are you now oeyä mate. No you're not. Can’t even fucking talk can you?"
-Your favourite sound is the ocean, his is your pussy
-showing you what his fish lips can do
-Mean!Ao'nung stepping on your head for being impatient "I don't have to teach you some manners, do I?"
- Ao'nung testing how needy his good girl's mouth is before you get a taste of the future Olo’eyktan
-Size difference w Ao’nung
-Ao'nung fingering you dumb after you decided to shit talk the shit talker [him]
-Ao’nung has cum in his dumb little sea puppy...3 times? He isn't keeping count with his Metkayina stamina
-Ao’nung breeding you reminded me of this pic: bcs of the thighs
-Ao'nung was so eager to taste your pussy
-Ao’nung showing you what else is big about Metkayina men
-Ao'nung lightly punishing you for going too deep into the water
-Telling Ao’nung to use you to get his frustration out
-Like how he controls his ilu
-Breeding and baby trapping you for trying to run away
-Ao’nung teaching his innocent little mate how to kiss!corruption
-Reminding you who you belong to after you let another man teach you how to race on ilu
-"You just can't fucking wait can you"-Ao’nung quickly checking up on your needy little holes before he goes back to his Olo'eyktan duties
-The only time he shuts up
-Licking his cum out of you
-Metkayina women don't have breasts like his tawtute
-Eating your pussy on a rock seems like the perfect day to him
~°Jake⋆.𐙚 ̊
-Mean!Jake teasing all your holes
-Jake’s first time eating a human pussy in so long
-Jake loves how dumb his fingers make you and he loves how sensitive Ma'vi pussy is
-Dark!Jake loves using his dumb little girl while Neytiri is away
-Jake seeing how Na'vi women take it
-Jake showing you how humans do it
-Dark!Adoptive dad!Jake rewarding you for not telling Neytiri he touches you im your special place
-Dark!Adoptive dad!Jake can't fuck his little girl incase you get pregnant
-Jake testing out his Na'vi strength
- Baby I don't know whether to fuck you or make love with you
~°Lo'ak⋆.𐙚°
-enemies to lovers Lo'ak
-Giving Lo'ak his first orgasm
-Lo'ak prefers your mouth over Tsireya’s
- Lo'ak proving his can be in control
-Lo'ak plowing you into the ground
-Feels so good he can barely do anything or think
-Lo'ak sharing you with his big brother to he can get some tips
-Lo'ak sharing you with his big brother pt.2
-Lo'ak loves to feel your mouth wrapped around him
-Lo'aks first blowjob
-Lo'ak's first meal of the day
-Lo’ak isn't too sure how this is done but you taste so good that he keeps going
-Fun time with Dark!Lo'ak
-Taste turns
-Lo’ak almost passing out from pleasure while you ride him
-Your pussy feels so good that he forgets Tsireya is there too
-Your pussy feels so good that he forgets Tsireya is there too pt.2
-Making sure you're still making noise for him
-Helping your bestfriend feel good
-Desperately fucking your pussy lips cus it's not mating time yet
-Lo'ak hates being useless so he makes himself useful
<Hi my dolls, I have really bad writer's block, so I'm treating you with something else>>>♡
damn i haven't stopped thinking about neteyam fucking you and making lo'ak watch
a/n. brain empty, only blue men. this is unadulterated smut filth was written in the trenches of a raging, throbbing migraine. i’m armed with Advil and the feral need to see neteyam be a territorial menace. + pls don't read if u don't like fictional rivalry between neteyam and lo'ak.
Neteyam had brought him there like a beast to a slaughterhouse, his fingers dug deep into the corded muscle of Lo’ak’s neck.
Lo'ak is a man condemned. No escape from the penance of his wandering eyes. Under the weight of his brother’s command, Lo’ak is a prisoner, nothing more than a spectator forced to watch as you, the very one he hungers for is consumed before him.
“Look at him, ma yawne,” Neteyam whispers right next to your temple, his voice a low vibration against your pointed ear. His broad, sturdy chest, built of dense muscles is a sanctuary against your back, his arms tighten like iron bands where they’re wrapped around your waist, hips flush against you. Your whimper came out whinier than you intended when his cock twitches inside you, skin slick with sweat in the humid heat.
His long, blue fingers cup your chin gently, holding you in place, forcing you to watch. And though you are the one with Neteyam’s cock shoved in you— a vessel for his desire and lust, driven deep against your cervix, it is Lo’ak who looks utterly destroyed. Wild hair sticking to his forehead and his neck, black pupils in his golden eyes blown wide beneath heavy eyelids, rivulets of sweat tracing down his chest as he watches his brother take what he’s only ever dared to dream of.
You can see the desperate throb of his length from where you are being taken. Flushed and leaking, hands clenched into fists at his sides, forced to remain in such a short, agonizing distance away from you.
A kiss to your shoulder pulls your focus back to the man holding you. A cry falls from your lips when he grinds his hips forward. That particular movement was slow and punishingly deep. But oh, does he dive even deeper into you.
“Tell him,” Neteyam breathes into your ear, his hand sliding down to your throat. His thumb strokes the line of your pulse with a kind of possessiveness anyone would mistake as tenderness. It’s like an anchor; his silent command for your total obedience. He roughly gathers your breast, first to squish the soft tissue and slapping his fingers against your nipples until they start to sting. That’s when he finally catches the peaks between his fingers and he pinches hard.
“Tell him how much better I take care of you. How much better my cock makes you feel.”
Neteyam’s hand then goes back to your throat, hips snapping into her with renewed, aggressive vigor.
“Tell him.”
A strangled moan is what comes out when you try to repeat after him, your hips bucking instinctively, spine now pushed into an arch. The grip around your neck tightens, hard enough to make your senses swim, your breathing uneven as the head of his cock repeatedly kisses that soft spot deep inside of you. “It’s— Neteyam! He’s… he’s fucking me s-so— so much better!”
The guttural growl that rips from Neteyam’s throat is downright animalistic.
His free hand reaches down, his thumb finding the sensitive heat of your center and rubbing in agonizing circles. Between the rapidly diminishing supply of air, the sting on your chest, and the relentless stretching of your core, your mind nearly fractures under the sensory assault.
“Oh my god,” you cry out, hips pushing back to meet his thrusts.
“Yeah?” he snarls, “Are you going to let me cum in you?”
Your body begins to seize as the high wave washes over you, eyes rolling back. Through your fragmented sobs, he catches the sweet, sincere sounds of you begging for his seed. Such a cute prayer of desperation tumbling from your lips for him to leave a part of him inside you.
“You want me to, don’t you, little brother?” he goads, “You want me to cum in her, watch how pretty her pussy looks when it’s overflowing and twitching for more.
pairing: female!sully!reader x Sully family ; daughter!reader x jake sully
warnings: angst, grief,implied/attempt of suicide, hurt/comfort,self-doubt, very emotional (i tried)
words:around 2k
The silence of the night sky was the only safe space you had left, above the waves of the Awa’atlu reef the air was cold and chilling ,numbing the pain in your heart. your Ikran turned sharply to the left, you urged her further away from the lights of the Metkayina village, away from the heavy grief that filled your family pod.
It had been weeks since the war took away your brother ,and being the eldest daughter, second-born of Jake and Neytiri, you were supposed to step up, you were supposed to stay next to your younger siblings,the one who held Kiri and Tuk while your parents were grieving,but you weren't Neteyam you didn't have his patience or his kindness,but what you had was your father’s fire and stubbornnes ,which didn't mix well with grief.
So instead of staying back with yout family, you flew, you disappeared for hours, sometimes until the darkness covered the sun.like tonight.
"Down girl," you whispered softly to your banshee, "let’s go back." (your ikrans name) chirped in a protest but obeyed, diving toward the water. after landing you jumped off ,patted her neck, unlinking your kuru with a sigh.
"you're late again."
You jumped at the voice, your tail swishing behind you, Lo’ak stepped out from the shadows, his eyes were tired ,mirroring yours. "I lost track of time," you muttered, fidgeting your hands.
"dad was looking for you" Lo’ak whispered, stepping closer, he looked anxious, his ears pinned back, "he’s mad y/n, It’s bad, he has been asking for you every ten minutes and mom is… she’s worried sick".
You swallowed hard, the knot in your stomach tightening,"I just needed air Lo’ak, i couldn't breathe in there."
"I know sis" he said softly, putting a hand on your shoulder,he was the only one who really understood the need to run,"but you need to go in there and just… face it, don't argue with him tonight,please."
you chuckled at his words,looking at him "you are telling me not to argue little bro?"'you patted his cheek, brushing past him, you walked toward the family marui.
as you walked in heavy aura hit you like a physical wall, Jake was standing in the center of the pod,turning around to face you hands on his hips, Neytiri was seated near the sleeping hammocks where Tuk was sleeping in ,and as soon as she saw you, she didn't let your father speak she was on her feet "ma' ite where have you been?!!"
She crossed the room, her hands immediately grabbing your shoulders, then your arms, her fingers pressing into your skin, she turned your face side to side, looking for bruises, for any cuts and blood"
"mom, I'm fine-"
"you are not fine!" she hissed, her ears flattening, she shook you, just once, hard, "you disappear! the sun goes down, and you are gone! do you know what is out there?,you could get hurt!"
"I was just flying! i stayed within the perimeter!"
"you are a child!" Neytiri cried out, her voice cracking, her eyes teary, "You are a stubborn child who thinks she cant get hurt! skxawng! do you want to die? Is that it? ". her words stung, but you knew they came from a place of worry, she let go of you, stepping back, her chest heaving as she covered her mouth to stifle a sob.
Then, your father spoke up
"Sit down," hesaid, his voice was low, "dad, I didn't mean to-"
"I said, sit down!"
You stood your ground, the rebellious spark in your chest flaring up, "I'm not a soldier, dad ,stop treating me like one."
your father stepped closer to you ,"You are a part of this family, and when you vanish for six hours without a comms check, you put everyone at risk, we have to send people out to look for you,we expose our location."
"I didn't ask anyone to look for me!" you raised your voice ,"i just needed to get away from this! from everyone looking at me in pity , you looking at me like i’m supposed to be him!"
Your words were followed by heavy silence, Kiri was awake now, sitting up, watching with wide,concerned eyes, Lo’ak stood at the entrance listening, frozen none of them spoke up, they knew better.
Jake looked tired,and so incredibly older than he had a year ago, "Nobody expects you to be Neteyam."
"Don't they?" you laughed bitterly, tears swelling up in your eyes, "Because all you do is treat me like a prisoner! i can handle myself, dad,i'm the oldest now, i can-"
"you are reckless!" Jake shouted, "you are reckless, undisciplined, and selfish kid!"
"i am grieving!" you screamed, your hands balling into fists,"I am grieving ,i am trying my best and I can't do it here with you breathing down my neck every second!"
"i am trying to keep you alive!" Jake shouted, stepping forward, his finger pointing in your face, "That is my job! to keep this family safe! And you are making it impossible!"
"Maybe if you trusted us"-
"trust is earned! and you? You do exactly what you want, regardless of the consequences!"
"so what? i'm just another dissapointment?" you challenged, the words spilling out before you could even think about it ,"Is that what you mean? you treat loa'k the same way too dad! that's not fair!
your fathers eyes flashed in anger ,he wasnt thinking anymre, the fear of the past months, the image of his son bleeding out on the rock,in front of him, it all came back.
"If you had just obeyed orders," Jake said, his voice shaking, "if you had half the discipline your brother had, maybe he wouldn't have had to worry about covering for you two all the time! Maybe if you just listened, he would still be alive!"
The air left the room, It felt as if the world had stopped spinning, your mother gasped, "Ma Jake!"
Jake froze, his mouth stayed open, the anger draining out of his face instantly,he hadn't meant it, of course he hadn't, he knew It wasn't true, Neteyam died protecting who he loved, It had nothing to do with you, but fear of him losing another kid blinded him.
You stood there frozen,you felt cold ,the tears that yo try to keep from falling,finally spilled out.
"Y/n," Jake breathed, reaching a hand out, "Baby girl, i didn't… I didn't mean-"
you took a step back.
"Y/n, look at me," Jake pleaded, his voice breaking, he took a step toward you, but you flinched away again,"no," you whispered.
"ma y/n, please," Neytiri cried, reaching for you, but you were already moving ,you spun on your heel and stormed out.
"Y/n please!" your father begged, about to chase after you, but you didn't stay to hear him, You turned around and stormed out ,shoving past Lo'ak, ignoring his shout, you just ran blindly,needing to get as far away as possible from the sound of your father's voice.
His words echoed in your skull, getting louder and louder, 'If you had just obeyed orders… your brother would still be alive.'
You didn't remember running, you didn't remember grabbing the gun ,the one which you and Lo'ak helped your father to retrieve from RDA sunk ships. you just remembered the need to stop the noise and the guilt which was eating you alive.
Your father was right, it was all your fault, only if you weren't so selfish and iresponsible,the one who questioned everything, you were supposed to follow the orders and be watching Lo’ak’s back that night, but instead, Neteyam had to look after both of you.
You dragged yourself to empty part of the beach far away from the village and collapsed onto the damp sand, your lungs burning from the sobbing you were trying so hard to keep in, that your ribs ached.
You stared at the dark ocean, the waves rolling in with an endless rhythm, the gun felt Cold and Heavy in your hands.
If you did this, the pain would stop, the look in your mothers eyes that sometimes drifted over you as if she was looking at Neteyam's would stop and Jake wouldn't have to worry about his screw-up daughter anymore.
You lifted the heavy metal, your hand was shaking as you pressed the cold muzzle against the side of your head, above your ear.
You squeezed your eyes shut , but seconds before you pulled the trigger..
"Y/N!"
The shout was loud, terrified.
You flinched, your finger tightening on the trigger, but before you could pull it, a massive hand clamped over the barrel of the gun and wrenched it away from your head with force.
"NO!"
Jake tossed gun behind him and immediately grabbed you by the shoulders, slamming you back against his chest, he was shaking with terror you had never felt from him before.
"Let me go!" you screamed, thrashing against him, hitting his chest with your fists, "Let me go! you said it! you said it was my fault!"
"I was wrong!" Jake yelled, overpowering you easily, wrapping his arms around you to pin your arms to your sides, he crushed you against him, burying his face in your hair. "Stop it! stop it right now! i was wrong!"
You finally gave up and went limp, the fight draining out of you as you let out a sob ,he pulled you into his lap, curling his large body around yours as if he could shield you from your own thoughts.
"I didn't mean it," Jake gasped, his voice cracking , he was rocking you, his hand cradling the back of your head, pressing your face into the crook of his neck,"Oh God, baby girl, i didn't mean it, i'm sorry, i am so, so sorry."
"But it's true," you choked out, your voice muffled against his skin,"I didn't listen, i never listen, and now he's gone."
"No," Jake said fiercely, pulling back just enough to frame your face with his large hands, his thumbs wiped at the tears streaming down your cheeks, but his own eyes were red and wet, "Look at me, look at me, baby girl."
You forced yourself to meet his gaze you expected to see usual disappointment,but all you saw was a father who had almost just lost another child.
"Neteyam made his choice," Jake said, his voice trembling,"He was protecting his family, that is not on you,that is on me,i brought this war to our door, i failed to keep him safe, Not you."
"I miss him, dad," you whispered,"I miss him so much it hurts to breathe."
"I know," Jake’s face crumpled, the strong mask he wore dissapeared,tears spilled over his lashes "I know, baby, i miss him too, every second."
He pulled you back in, hugging you so tight your ribs hurt"
"i was so scared," Jake confessed into your hair, his voice hoarse , "When you didn't come back… i got scared, and when i get scared, i get angry, i try to control everything because i think if i lock you all down, I won't have to grieve another child."
He took a deep breath,"and then i said those things… and i drove you to this."he gripped your arms,"You cannot leave me, Y/n," he pleaded, his voice cracking, "Do you hear me? You cannot do that, you cannot leave your mother , we are all broken right now, and if i lose you too? … i won't make it."
"I'm just…so tired of fighting you," you admitted, your forehead resting against his chest."and i'm so tired of disappointing you" you sobbed.
he froze at your words "you think you are dissapointing me?" he sat up so he's looking at you clearly. "baby girl, you have no idea how proud of you i am,both me and your mother"he moves hand on your cheek gently,to turn your head to face him properly, "i love you ,daughter and i'm sorry that i made you feel like i don't"
You eyes widened at his words ,looking at him through blurred vision,"i love you too, dad" you whispered hugging him ,he pulled you close , kissing the top of your head, resting his chin there,"never scare me like that again,okay?" Jake murmured and you nodded against his chest, gripping his arm,"okay."
Jake sat there with you on sand for a long time, refusing to losen the grip, as if he feared you might vanish again if he let go.
Side note: it was all i could do in two dayss, i will start working on next one after my finals!! (I have 2 more left) Please feel free to send some suggestions in my inbox i need new ideas!!! 🥹🥹
Soft dom neteyam’s reaction when reader uses their safe word plsss
safe in my embrace | neteyam sully x reader
safeword: ,,lolu”
a/n: sorry that i haven’t posted lately i’ve been sick the past week 😭
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The moonlight has fingers tonight.
It touches the edges of the woven hut, spills soft silver over the stretched leather walls and casts shadows that pulse faintly with every movement. It settles in the wild of Neteyam’s hair where it spills over his shoulder as he leans above you, his frame long and tense, hips slow and heavy between your legs, hands warm where they cage your ribs.
He is being gentle, as always. Even when he takes, even when he fucks with his whole body behind it — he is still gentle. He does not push beyond what you give him. He does not take more than what you offer and tonight was another night where you’d offered everything in return.
Or… you thought you had
But now your chest feels tight. Not in that aching, breathless way he often pulls from you with a deeper thrust or a whispered praise but truly tight, caging your lungs, thickening your throat. Something swells behind your breastbone, dark and rising and unfamiliar. You shift beneath him, breath uneven.
He notices immediately.
,,Ma’ yawne” he murmurs, voice soft and low, lips brushing the skin below your jaw ,,You’re doing so well. You feel so good baby…”
His voice is a tether and a weight and it almost steadies you but the pressure inside is louder now, screaming and the sound of his voice, that worship in it, makes something twist in your belly, not from pleasure but from —
You don’t know from what or why. You can’t explain it. He hasn’t hurt you. He’s doing everything right but your mind won’t let go. It’s clinging to some old feeling you can’t name and your body has started to freeze around him.
,,Neteyam-” you breathe and it barely escapes. Your hands tremble on his shoulders.
,,Yes? Are you alright?”
You hesitate, like maybe you’ll just push through it. Let him finish. You’ll be fine. It’s not like it’s bad. It’s not—
,,Lolu”
The word falls out of your mouth before you even decide to say it.
Neteyam stills completely.
His entire body freezes above you. Slowly he draws his weight back, enough to pull out of you and sit back on his heels between your legs, his hands raised like you’re made of glass. His expression is unreadable for a breath, two — and then it shatters into softness so fierce it almost hurts.
,,Okay” he says at once. Quiet. Calm ,,Okay, ma’ yawne. We’re stopping”
The air rushes into your lungs, shaky and wet and before you realize you’re crying, the tears are already slipping down your temples. He sees it and moves so fast to comfort you.
He scoops you into his arms like you’re a baby, cradling your body to his chest, sitting back against the woven mat and curling around you, his large hand stroking up your spine with soothing, open fingers.
,,I’m here” he whispers, voice tight with concern. He’s steady for you ,,You’re safe. I’ve got you, yawne. You’re safe”
You bury your face in his neck. The smell of him, strong, warm, rain-drenched and forest-sweet, is grounding. It pulls you down, away from the rising haze that threatened to swallow you moments ago. His hand doesn’t stop moving. His lips press to your temple, your cheek, your damp jaw.
,,I’m sorry” you whisper, your voice a mess ,,I don’t know why—”
,,Shhh” He pulls back enough to cup your face, thumbs sweeping your tears gently ,,No apologies. Never.”
Your breath hitches and he sees it. Hears it. Feels it in the twitch of your thighs around his hips.
,,You did exactly what you were supposed to do” he says, a little firmer now but still gentle.
His pride splits something in you wide open. More tears well up but they feel different this time. Softer. Like they’re letting something go.
,,Can I ask what you need?” he murmurs ,,Do you want to talk? Do you want water? Do you want space or stay close?”
You shake your head, then nod, then shake it again ,,I don’t know. Just — stay”
He presses his forehead to yours, breath warm on your skin ,,Then I’ll stay. As long as you need.”
He doesn’t let go.
Even as your breathing evens, even as your limbs begin to relax again, he keeps holding you, his arms a firm cocoon around your frame. You realize dimly that you’re still trembling and that the intimacy had left your bodies slick with sweat and your thighs damp between but he doesn’t care. He’s not thinking about any of that. All his attention is on your heartbeat, your breath, your safety.
And you know—he’ll never look at you differently. He won’t think you’re weak. He won’t be disappointed.
,,Can you tell me what happened?” he asks softly after a while, rubbing slow circles into the small of your back ,,If not now, then later.”
You take a shaky breath ,,I don’t know. Something just… felt wrong. I started to feel like I wasn’t in the room anymore. Like I was trying to be here but I couldn’t.”
He nods slowly. No judgment. Just listening.
,,I wanted to keep going” you admit, ashamed. ,,I didn’t want to ruin it—”
,,You didn’t ruin anything” he interrupts, voice gentle but firm.
You blink at him ,,But you- I didn’t want to—”
,,Ma’ yawne” he breathes, tipping your chin so your eyes lock ,,There is no moment, no pleasure, no feeling that matters more to me than you being okay. You are the pleasure. We don’t move without each other, yeah?”
The way he says it leaves no room for doubt. You nod slowly, overwhelmed by how much you love him.
He kisses your forehead, then your cheeks, then the tip of your nose.
,,I’d rather you use that word a hundred more times than ever push yourself for my sake” he whispers.
You feel your heart squeeze. You wrap your arms tighter around him and bury yourself in his chest again.
Later, he’ll clean you gently. Later, he’ll bring you water, wrap your bodies in blankets, braid your hair with his careful fingers. But for now, he just holds you and when you fall asleep with his heartbeat pressed to your ear, you know: no matter what your body remembers or forgets, this is where you are safest.
swear jar explicit 18+ mommy kink, raw, Clark being afraid to even say dick or cock while he’s getting bounced on, teaching him p0rno dirty talk, wet and messy drabble
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The idea of Clark being afraid to curse while you’re making him feel so good. His manners never seem to get lost in him even while his eyes are rolling back and you feel him jump while he’s inside you.
Even when it’s dirty talk about his own anatomy as you’re grinding your naked pussy lips all over his girth. Teasing him with little bunny hops while he’s tearing up and begging. Still not able to penetrate yet.
It gets so wet and sticky between your close bodies as you roll, humming to yourself while his cock fed you plenty of inches to rub on. Drops of messy white globs start to dust the bush of his pubes while you’re grinding down on it. He watched your needy pussy clamp up on nothing right before you’re chasing down his tip, snatching it up in your hand to finally begin feeding the crown in your hole, splitting you open when it’s intruding. When it goes in you’re filled with his warmth and relief, getting to clench your wall’s muscles around him while you still circle it around to snag on your favorite parts.
Clark throbs and gasps as soon as he feels himself going in, using his thumbs to keep you spread open for movement and the view, uttering to himself and to you -
“Mmm, make my… my p—mm, you make it feel so good baby. It feels so good. Leak on it, yeah, that’s it… s’a pretty girl. Feels like I’m in heaven.”
“Baby boy you know you can say it’s your cock or your dick when it’s just us,” you breathe with a heavy lidded smile. Never stopping the way you’re sliding all the way down to the hilt and wiggling around on it.
Clark almost ignores your reminder entirely, lost in it while you’re bouncing up and down on him. “Ohhh - oh shoot, shoot that’s perfect, I like that.”
“Yeah? This pussy making this dick feel good?”
Clark is beat red, stuttering a nod. Still refusing his whimpers allow him to utter even a word of profanity.
“Gosh.. I’m inside you so deep already. These hips… I can’t—”
“C’mon, be a naughty boy for me. Say you’ve been missing this pussy,” you ground down in circles. His pillowy balls pulse while they’re pressing up against your clit. “Say you’ve been a dirty, naughty boy, thinking about taking mommy’s pussy.”
Clark shudders and waits a minute to gather up the courage. Takes deep breaths with little moans trailing the end of them when he repents and follows orders. “I’ve—I’ve been a naughty boy. I’ve been thinking about mommy’s pussy all day long,” he heaves. Kissing lines down your jaw while you tighten around him and destroy all his willpower in beats. “Been thinking of having sex with this—with this pussy, how it makes me feel so good. I could cum right now, but m’gonna be a good boy and hold it.”
“That’s a good boy, being so perfect for mommy. You think her pussy looks good on you?”
“So…. so amazing, looks so wonderful while you ride. Wanna cum. Wanna cum while I’m inside.”
“Say this makes you wanna nut. Say you wanna bust your nut in this pussy.”
“Oh… oh that’s so dirty,” he whimpers, his own hips going wild while you meet him in the middle with a slamming pace. Liquid even splashes between your conjoining parts, obscene while Clark blushes from watching you shape circles his dick.
“Say it for mommy, be a dirty boy for mommy.”
Clark knows he leaks and adds to the mess while staring down at his lap getting ravaged, taking a deep shaky breath while his dark sweaty hair sticks to his forehead.
“I… I wanna bust a nut in mommy’s pussy, wanna make her gush, hmmm that’s gonna make it happen faster,” Clark whines. Feeling your ass shake while you vigorously ride. “Fuuuuu…. I’m your naughty boy, always gonna give you this naughty dick— feel so dirty getting to do this to you — you’re about to make me nut.”
You smile with an almost sinister looking glint twinkling in your eye at getting him to break. At fucking him so good he loses any sense of his good boy control. You see stray little tears stream quietly down his cheeks, holding onto you with nearly bruising strength. Breathing whines to himself while your pussy clenches and creams all over him in a dreamy flood.
“What a good boy, good fucking boy,” you praise with each word emphasized in a heavy slam of your hips, squelching even more obnoxious and obvious than before. “Cum in this pussy, naughty baby, you’re gonna feel so good when you let go.”
Clark cries out as his face scrunches up, whimpering while his balls shrivel up in preparation.
“I’m… mommy, mommy I’m gonna—“
“Shh, that’s it. Bust while you’re stuffed in mommy’s pussy. It’s okay. Thaaaat’s it. Doesn’t that feel so good?”
Clark is clenching his jaw and letting out more pathetic pleads when his cum starts barreling out and dripping around him as he stays lodged inside you. It leaks from the rim all around him while you keep bouncing, no room in you left while his cock still keeps you filled so nice and full.
Runny yet thick and bubbly, it rains out of you while he pulses and closes his eyes through the sensitive aftershock rounds. He’s still flustered with puppy dog eyes from the words he let leave his lips. Feels some shame at how he can’t seem to control himself when he’s around you.
“I’m gonna make a swear jar for you just so you don’t feel so guilty baby,” you coo in his ear before kissing him slow and sweet. “You’re always so good for mommy.”
That seemed to be what makes having such a potty mouth worth it for him.
“That’s all I wanna be.”
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thinking of him being a preacher boy type that wasn’t raised to say anything dirty then having a partner that bosses him around and rides him so hard he lets loose ffghghhhj
I’m still working on another part to the corrupted Clark work, they’re so endearing and sweet. this is almost like them except without any weed and adding some precious mommas boy mommy kink. I feel like he’d be so ashamed to even say cock hdjcndjs
summary: in which reader has an erotic dream about her boo and he helps her with it <3
tags: 18+ , MDNI , somnophillia
a/n: i have so many drafts that are just chillin , they just need to be edited 1 million times
theme: slow down .
The faint pulse of the bioluminescent algae in the cave pool matched your gasps and sighs that slipped from your mouth. It was pure desperation, and a dull ache that pooled in your stomach.
The culprit caught between your thighs like a hunter aiming for a grazing hexapede (deer like).
The heat from your lower stomach bolted straight up your spine, creeping up your neck to the very tips of your flushed ears. You struggled to keep your noises down, clamping your teeth so hard on your bottom lip you were it would bleed soon.
His tongue flicked again, slow, deliberate, cruel in its patience, and the bioluminescence pulsed brighter in perfect, obscene rhythm with the involuntary arch of your back. Like the cave itself was watching. Like it knew.
A low, broken sound finally tore free from your throat despite your best efforts. Not quite a moan, not quite a sob, just raw, animal need. His hands tightened on the meat of your thighs, keeping you spread, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. No escape. No mercy.
The dull ache in your belly had sharpened into something vicious, something alive, twisting tighter with every slow drag of his mouth. Your hips jerked once, twice, seeking more, fleeing the intensity, both at once, and he growled against you in warning. The vibration punched straight through your clit and made your vision white out for a heartbeat.
Your fingers scrabbled uselessly at the damp stone beneath you, nails scraping, searching for purchase that didn’t exist. The algae glowed brighter still, painting shifting teal and violet across his shoulders, along the flex of his forearms, catching in the sweat on his brow. He looked… ravenous. Worshipful. Like a man who’d finally been given permission to devour something sacred.
Your teeth fangs skin; copper bloomed across your tongue.
He pulled back just enough to speak, voice wrecked, lips shining, right against your swollen, throbbing cunt.
"Stop fighting it."
Two words. Quiet. Certain.
And then he sealed his mouth over you again, no more teasing, no more games, just hard, relentless suction and the flat press of his tongue working you in merciless circles.
You threw your head back, braids falling down your back like a waterfall of beauty. "C-Can't-" You stuttered, trying to ground yourself. You tail thrashed from under you, and your ears were pinned flat against your head.
He didn’t relent.
If anything, your broken little "can’t" only seemed to spur him on.
The suction deepened, hollowed his cheeks, pulled at your clit with ruthless precision, while the broad, flat stroke of his tongue dragged slow and heavy over your entrance before flicking up again in tight, punishing circles. Every pass sends fresh lightning cracking up your spine. Your tail lashed harder, slapping wetly against the stone, the tip curling and uncurling in helpless spasms like it didn’t know whether to wrap around his leg for ground or flee.
Lo'ak blinked to life in your shared hamock, turning quietly to question the sudden movements and sounds coming from you.
He watched the way your fingers twitched, and your furrowed brows with a partially open mouth. Little whines escaping past your plump lips, like you were begging for something.
Your body jerked again, smaller this time, hips rolling in tiny, helpless circles against nothing. A soft, needy sound slipped out, half-whimper, half-plea, and your tail gave one more frantic lash before it curled tight around your own thigh like it was trying to hold you together.
He didn’t wake you.
Not yet.
Instead he shifted closer, slow and careful so the hammock barely swayed. One large hand settled feather-light on the curve of your hip, thumb brushing the sensitive dip just above where your tail met your spine. You shivered at the contact even in sleep, a fresh whine catching in your throat.
The way your lips parted on another broken little "please," the way your ears twitched forward then flattened again, the faint sheen of sweat gathering along your collarbone and between your breasts.
He leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of your twitching ear.
"Dreaming about me, baby?" he whispered, voice so low it was barely more than a rumble.
Your body answered before your mind could: a full-body shudder, hips canting forward into the cradle of his palm. Another soft, wrecked sound, his name this time, slurred and needy, barely audible.
"Lo’ak…"
Fuck.
His tail twitched violently. He could already feel himself tenting in his lioncloth. Lo’ak swallowed thickly, fangs grazing his bottom lip as he fought the urge to just take, to flip you beneath him and bury himself deep until every dream-whimper turned into his name screamed into the night.
You were close. He could tell, could feel it in the way your muscles kept tensing and releasing in tiny, frantic waves, in the way your clit must have been throbbing under whatever phantom tongue was working you in that dream. Your little whines were turning higher, tighter, more frantic.
He slid his hand lower, slow, reverent, cupping you through the thin weave of your loincloth. The fabric was soaked. Soaked through. He pressed the heel of his palm down just enough to give you something solid, something real to grind against.
You almost stirred awake, put sleep had its grip on you, and you refused to give up the dream.
He bit the corner of his lip as he continued to work his fingers on you. Slow circles at first, just enough pressure to keep that dream-heat simmering, to coax those tiny, desperate rolls of your hips without yanking you fully into waking.
Your tail gave a lazy, involuntary curl around his wrist again, the soft tip brushing the sensitive skin of his inner forearm like a plea. Your ears flicked forward, then flattened once more as another high, keening whine slipped past your lips, his name tangled in it this time, and some other incoherent words he couldn't quite spell out.
Even half-asleep you were begging for him. For this version of him. The real one.
His control frayed another thread.
He leaned down, lips ghosting over the shell of your twitching ear, voiced a low, gravel-rough whisper. "I’ve got you, yawne. I’ve got you."
With careful fingers he tugged the edge of your loincloth aside, just enough to bare you to the cool night air and his touch. The first direct brush of his fingertips against your slick folds made you arch, a soft, broken cry spilling free. Sleep still clung to you, but your body knew him. Responded to him. Opened for him like it had been waiting all along.
He circled your clit once—slow, feather-light—then pressed down with the pads of two fingers, rubbing in tight, steady rings that matched the frantic little pulses he could feel building under his touch. Your thighs trembled, trying to close around his hand even as your hips lifted to chase more. He used his free arm to hook under one of your knees, hitching your leg higher over his hip so you stayed open, vulnerable, his.
You were so close he could taste it in the air between you, sweet, heady, desperate.
Your brows furrowed deeper, mouth falling open on a silent gasp as your tail lashed once, hard, against the woven fibers beneath you. A fresh gush of wetness coated his fingers; he groaned low in his throat, fangs pressing into his own lip hard enough to sting.
"That’s it," he breathed against your throat, kissing the frantic pulse there. "Let it happen. Let me feel you come apart for me, even in your sleep."
He slipped one finger inside you, slow, careful, curling just right against that spot that always made your whole body seize. Then another, stretching you gently while his thumb kept relentless pressure on your clit. The wet, sucking sound of his fingers moving in you was obscene in the quiet night, louder than your soft, fractured whimpers.
Your back bowed. Ears pinned flat. Tail locking tight around his forearm like it never wanted to let go.
And then you broke.
A sharp, trembling cry tore from your throat, half sob, half moan, as your cunt clamped down around his fingers in hard, rhythmic pulses. Heat flooded his hand, slick and endless, your hips jerking in helpless little spasms while aftershocks rolled through you like slow thunder. Your braids spilled across the hammock netting, beads clicking softly with every tremor. The glow of your freckles pulsed bright, then soft, then bright again, like the cave in your dream answering every wave.
Only then did he ease his fingers free, bringing them to his mouth to taste you—slow, deliberate licks that made his eyes flutter shut on a low growl.
When he opened them again, you were stirring.
Eyes fluttering. Lashes damp. Confusion and lingering bliss warring across your face as the dream finally released its hold.
You blinked up at him, dazed, flushed, lips parted, and recognition hit like dawn breaking.
"Lo’ak…?"
He smiled, slow, wicked, all sharp fangs and adoration.
"Hey, sleepyhead." He leaned down, brushing sweat-damp braids from your cheek, thumb tracing the swollen curve of your bottom lip. "Good dream?"
You furrowed your brows, and looked down at the messy scene between your thighs. Your mouth fell open, and you quickly shut your thighs closed. You let out a quiet squeal, covering your face with your hands. "You pervert!" You whisper-yelled, a deep flush creeping up to your face.
Lo’ak’s low, rumbling laugh vibrated through his chest as he hovered over you, completely unbothered by the sudden clamp of your thighs or the way your hands flew up to hide your burning face. If anything, it only made his grin widen, all sharp canines glinting in the faint bioluminescent glow filtering through the hammock vines.
"Pervert?" he echoed, voice thick with mock offense and real amusement. He didn’t move back. Didn’t give you space. Instead he braced one forearm beside your head and used the other hand to gently, but firmly, pry your fingers away from your face, one by one, until he could see those wide, mortified eyes staring up at him.
His tail curled lazily around your ankle, keeping you tethered even as you squirmed.
"Baby," he drawled, dipping his head until his nose brushed yours, "you were the one grinding on my hand in your sleep. Moaning my name. Begging. I just… helped." His thumb dragged slow and deliberate across your bottom lip again, parting it just enough to feel the heat of your quick, embarrassed breaths.
You tried to turn your face away, but he followed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, lips grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear that always made your tail twitch.
"Don’t hide from me now," he murmured, voice dropping softer, warmer. "Not after you came so hard you soaked my fingers. Twice." He pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your pulse point, tasting the salt of your skin.
You just scoffed, rolling your eyes, pushing his head back with one finger. "You're impossible." You whispered, a shy smile creeping up on your face.
