hey baby, its not like a normal request cause i have nothing specific in my mind but nsfw with clyde PLEASE. you're my favorite writer i couldnt ask anyone else!!!
A/N: Thank you so much for sending this in! I've been sorely missing some good old fashioned Clyde content on the blog, so I hope that you enjoy this little ficlet!
1.1k, NSFW (dirty talk, oral sex [f receiving], PIV)
When you blink your eyes open one beautiful autumnal mornin’ in your slice o’Heaven, West Virginia, it’s to an empty bed. Clyde’s side of the mattress was still warm, so you know your husband ain’t been gone for too long, but still, the chill of wakin’ up alone makes you want to grumble.
Havin’ a handsome man so big and wide as Clyde meant that you got to snuggle up against him before gettin’ up and ready for the day, and you’re fixin’ to grumble to him about takin’ that away from you.
That is, until, you smell somethin’ delicious waftin’ through the little home that you share, and your mouth starts to salivate. Any grouchiness that might’ve started has officially vanished, because really, how could you be mad at him when he’s makin’ that famous breakfast of his?
You know the smell of buckwheat pancakes anywhere, and you smile when you slip your robe on and make your way through to the kitchen, where you watch him move around the small space with bleary eyed, tired sluggishness.
“You’re up early baby.” Wrapping your arms around his middle, you press your cheek against his back, hugging him with adoring affection.
At once, he perks up, like the sight of you makes his tiredness go away, even though you know that ain’t the truth. Clyde looks over his shoulder at you, and with a smile, presses a kiss to your forehead.
“Mornin’ darlin’,” He turns back to what he’s doin’, always a man of concentration, “Thought I’d surprise ya with a little somethin’ warm this morning.”
“Consider me pleasantly surprised.” You pat his stomach before pullin’ away and leanin’ against the kitchen counter as he expertly flips pancakes. “Can I help with anythin’?”
The sound of the coffee maker bubblin’ away tells you that he’s already gotten that covered too, and your heart beats in time with it, so grateful that you’ve got a husband that cares about you so much. You knew lots of folks weren’t so lucky to have a man half as wonderful as Clyde.
“Nope.” He shakes his head with a shy smile, pointin’ his spatula to the “You just sit your pretty ass right at that there table and look beautiful.”
With a smile, you do as he tells you, and it ain’t long before he’s stacking a high pile up on a plate and settin’ it down in front of you.
“Wait -- these all can’t be for me?” You raise your eyebrows at him in surprise, when you see that he doesn’t bring a plate over for himself. “What are you gonna have?”
“You.” When Clyde replies, it takes you a second to register what he said, and when you do, your fork stops halfway to your mouth.
“Oh?”
“I want ya real bad darlin’.” He licks his lips, and heat immediately spreads through you faster than any breakfast could.
In five minutes flat, he’s moved everything to the counter, pulled away your robe, and has you flat on your back on the kitchen table with your legs around his shoulders as his tongue is thrusting into your wet pussy.
“Oh fuck -- Clyde!” You moan loud loud loud, no one around for a mile to hear you shout his name, your toes curlin’ in that soft fabric of his pajama t-shirt, “Fuck that’s good!”
Clyde eats your cunt like he’s a starvin’ man and you’re the first meal in days. He’s messy, sloppy, all teeth and tongue and lips and his hand is grabbin’ at ya and it’s delicious, the sounds your pussy makes as he sucks down your slick make you drool. His nose is rubbin’ against your clit and he knows it, the swollen little thing achin’ for more pressure that he holds out on givin’ you, wantin’ to make it last.
“I’m gonna come soon Clyde!” You warn him, making him abruptly pull out and shuffle around a bit to get his cock lined up instead.
The sun come in blindin’ bright through the orange red yellow leaves, the song of the birds chirpin’ filters through the open windows, and in return you share with the mountains around you, the sound of your loud cries of pleasure and the rhythmic scraping of the wooden table legs against the floor.
“I’m gonna keep you just like this all day.” Clyde grunts as his cock slides between your slick folds with a harsh brutal thrusting pace, his teeth clenched, eyes shut tight as he moans and groans, “Legs spread like they ought to be.”
“Shit, faster Clyde, please!” You beg, your own eyes rolled back into your head, holdin’ onto the edge of the table for dear life, “What -- oh fuck -- what are you going to do to me?”
With his good hand, Clyde palms one of your breasts and pinches at the nipple, makin’ you whine loudly, makin’ your back arch off the table and press up against him as he rails your gspot. You’re gonna have marks on your body from this, and you don’t ever want him to stop.
“Pretty girl, gonna make you come on my cock ‘til tomorrow.” His chest is heavin’ as he fucks you hard, “Gonna fill you up ‘til you can’t walk.”
“Yes!” You scream, feelin’ that blazin’ heat travelin’ up your spine, makin’ your limbs shake, makin’ your body crave the release of orgasm, “Yes -- please, please!”
“And when you can’t take no more, and it’s spillin’ down your thighs, I’m gonna make you eat it, lick it off my fingers as I fuck it back into ya.” Clyde grunts in your ear, his body completely coverin’ yours, thrustin’ into your cunt until you’ve got thick tears of pleasure spillin’ over your cheeks, “Hold still baby doll, hold still, I’ll make ya see stars.”
Lettin’ go of your nipple, his hand drops to your clit as he rubs and rubs and rubs with hot hard friction, until your body snaps up and shudders with a rush of adrenaline from coming, all over his cock, just like he said.
Clyde follows shortly after, and you hum as you can feel the heat of it spreading through your body, unable to move as your own muscles are limp, a lazy grin on your lips as shapes swirl in front of your closed eyes.
“Damn.” You breathe, voice ragged, “All day, huh?”
“Yep.” Clyde chuckles, and you’re glad for whatever got your husband in the mood for a marathon of sex on this particular mornin’.
You’re more than happy to oblige, but the both of your stomachs growl loudly right then, causin’ you to both giggle in post-orgasmic bliss, and you let him cover your face with gentle kisses when you playfully suggest, “Maybe we should finish breakfast first.”
pairing. frank castle x female! reader.
an. hello!!!! pls reblog & comment if u like !!! love u
warnings. 18+. female receiving penetration, spit play (!!in mouth!!), detailed descriptions of violence, use of the word sir, references to somnophilia (but not actually happening), mouth covering? with hand. frank’s a big meany who loves you.
synopsis. frank’s antsy after a night shift, especially when his buddies were talking smack about how he’s leaving you in bed all alone.
Happy 5.5k 🤪🤪 I’ve literally had this idea in my head for a WHILE so I am mf glad to have it out. Enjoy ;))
Summary: All the times you and Hotch spent on the open road, and the one where you couldn’t help yourself.
Warnings: smut 18+ only blah blah we know the drill (pls!), car sex!! blowjob ;)) unprotected sex (don’t be like them, use a condom), lots of teasing, lots of fluff/smut adjacent dialogue
WC: ~2.8k
It started when you saw how Hotch drives when he’s in a hurry.
Your body flung against the car door despite your hold on the safety handle above you. Infuriated, you went to yell at Hotch to slow the fuck down, until you saw the look on his face, the way his hands gripped the wheel, the way his muscles flexed underneath his dress shirt.
Oh.
Oh, the thoughts you had were beyond inappropriate, especially considering the circumstances. You were rushing to catch the unsub, and you were having unholy thoughts about your boss.
Kylo loves you right? At least it's what you try to convince yourself of.
word count: 4,731 words
Warning(s) Heavy angst, Smut, Violence, Extra mean Kylo, Kylo's a dick in this one.
I don't own this Gif
You had convinced yourself that he needed you.
You had convinced yourself that he loved you.
You lay in your cold bed, as you watch him watch you. You pretend to not notice the look of anger on his face.
''You put my troops in danger'' His cold voice breaks the silence. You can't speak your voice raspy from the lack of dehydration. Funny, this is the first thing he tells you when you wake up.
''A thank you would be nice.'' You mutter quietly, you didn't want to anger him further. You don't flinch as he throws a vase against the wall.
''Thank you? I should kill you. You disobeyed my order, I told you to stay here, and now look at what you've done.'' You don't speak, you can't. You don't remember the last time you felt. warm.
''I saved your life Kylo, she would've killed you.'' This time you flinch, his grip on your face bruising. He forces you to look at him.
''Rey, has her own reasons. She's not as foolish as you.'' You fight the tears threatening to escape, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.
''You're pathetic, you repulse me, the only thing you're good at is getting in my way.'' You shut your eyes, as Kylo stomps his way out of your shared room.
'shared.'
You were the only one whoever slept here.
It had been years since your marriage to Kylo, granted you had no choice. You never did.
His way of becoming supreme leader, was by murdering, conquering, and marrying into the dark side. Your parents were quick to hand you over, they feared for their lives.
Not yours.
You don't know what love is, you never experienced it. Not from your parents, you didn't have friends, and now you're stuck in a loveless marriage.
You'd agreed to marry him because you wanted to feel something, you wanted to feel loved.
You roll over wincing slightly as you roll on your back, the gash on your abdomen created by Rey. She had tried to hurt Kylo.
Her lightsaber pierced through you, while his words pierced through your heart.
You stare at your ceiling.
This time you do cry.
You cry for yourself.
'Ceilings, plaster. Can't you just make it move faster?'
You don't see much of Kylo after that, it didn't surprise you. The only times you did see him, were times you managed to somehow 'mess' up. Every time he'd come to you, it was to berate you, remind you how pathetic you were, he's never touched you. Not even once.
You'd convince yourself that it was his way of showing he cared.
At least a bit..
You wince slightly as you make your way off the command shuttle.
The overgrown grass grazes your legs as you walk through the field, you knew this place like the palm of your hand.
You had dreams of marrying here as a child. There wasn't much you remembered from your childhood, sometimes you'd create scenarios in your head.
Your eyes flutter shut involuntarily as you feel the cool breeze prick your face. The sharp contrast between the quiet you felt here, and the eerie buzz of machines on the ship soothing.
It was rare for you to receive permission off the ship. Your wound was still fresh, you refused treatment.
You didn't want to risk bumping into him. Especially vulnerable, he would never see that side of you.
After sll you're pretty sure he would never care. Not when she existed.
You were too into your head you failed to notice the figure looming over you.
''I ordered you back on the ship 5 minutes ago. Why are you still here.''
You did not need to look back, you knew that voice all too well. His voice always held conviction, he lacked empathy that you were very much aware.
Even knowing, your heart always manages to sink.
''Dinner will be served at 0:17, you are to join me no excuses.''
You don't nod, it wasn't a suggestion. It was a command, an order.
You sigh, regretting it immediately the sharp pain on your abdomen still present. You carefully rise from your seated position. You slowly follow him back onto the shuttle.
An impending feeling of dread fill the deepest depths of your gut.
Turns out the 'dinner' was 100% a faculty meeting. One you were forced to sit and participate in.
You sit next to Kylo, your hands on your lap as you mindlessly listen to the General. Hux' you're not sure though, you were never properly introduced.
You've shared formalities once, just a nod while passing nothing else.
Dinner was served much after, by that time your appetite was certainly gone.
The food Infront of you was barren and cold, like the occupants in here.
''Eat. Your wound needs the strength to heal.'' The hall is flushed in quite. The hush hung heavy in the air. Your heart beats.
''What?'' You're unsure of weather he was speaking to you or...
You stare into the dark abyss of his helmet. Your reflection clear, you watch yourself nod as you force a mouthful. The food was tasteless, goosebumps rose on your skin.
You felt the eyes of everyone on you. You wanted to shrink.
Kylo only did this to exort control. Power.
He wants others to know you were off limits. Funny, because that was made obvious. The the black band that rested on your finger was proof.
Behind closed doors, you were nothing to him.
To seal the deal Kylo interlocks your hands and rest them on the table. His grip tight.
The meeting stretched longer than you anticipated. Conversations of how to overcome and finally destroy the 'Rebellion.' Kylo's grip tightened at the mention of the Jedi.
You ignore the way your gut lurches, at the mention of her name.
The room suddenly grew impossibly hot.
Your discomfort however was noticed by the general.
''Is everything ok?'' You nod faintly, before rising from your seat. The metal screeching as it scratched the floor. You pull your hand from Kylo.
''I would like to excuse myself, I'm not feeling well.''
''Very well. You're dismissed.''
You don't wait for his approval. You don't look back, as you take slow and tentive steps out of the dining hall.
Once you're out of sight, you bolt . A wave of nausea greeting the pit of your stomach. You ignore the sharp pain shooting across your body as you rush into your room.
You burst into the bathroom before reaching to close the door, it doesn't.
A gloved hand prevents it from shutting.
Your eyes widen as you watch Kylo crowd the space.
''I'm sorry I-''
You words were cut off by a yelp. Your arm is forcefully grabbed as you're forced out of the bathroom.
''Kylo, stop you're hurting me.'' You protest fell on deaf ears as you're dragged out.
You scratch and pull at your arm in his grasp.
Once you manage to pull your arm free, you're frame sharply connects with a wall. The blow excruciating as you cry out.
''You expect me to keep you around? How are you supposed to Rule beside me, when you're constantly embarrassing yourself.'' Your body is fueled with rage at his words.
You couldn't believe this man.
''Then why do you?! It has been made very clear of my disturbance. You do not need to keep me around.'' The room grew deathly quiet.
The hiss of Kylo's helmet, is the only warning you receive before its flung hard against the wall.
''You have no right to speak to me as such. I am your ruler, you obey me.''
You laugh un-amusement dripping from your voice as you stare into his lifeless eyes.
''I'll tell you what you ar-'' The sharp sting causes the air to escape your lungs. Tears well up in your eyes, as you watch his gloved hand curl as he uses the force against you.
''You take pride in being a burden. I should've killed you when I had the chance.''
This time your tears do fall. You shut your eyes as agony fills your body. The pain of your wound no match for the pain of your heart.
''You take pride in being something you're not. I see right through your stupid helmet, your stupid mask.'' You gasp out, you should stop talking but you're so angry.
You're so angry... you're so hurt.
''You fail to see what everyone thinks of you. Rey-''
''You shut your mouth!''
''You give her your hand, and she rejects you. You come back to me. You hate her because she rejected you. So here I am.' You don't kill me because you fucking can't!''
Your words hang heavy in the air.
Kylo's glare deep in your bones, as you struggle to stay coherent. The force finally taking its toll on your body. You almost think you're wrong. And this is his way of proving it to you.
'He's actually killing you.'
The force is ripped off, as you gasp for air.
An expression of pure hatred etched onto his skin as you watch him leave.
'This felt like the start of a movie you've seen before.'
Weeks, and maybe months pass before you ever see Kylo again. The scarring of his words forever etched into your head.
You selfishly, wish your own words stick with him too.
The past few days passed by in a blur. The first order was finally gaining onto the Rebellion. Victory was finally. promised.
The door to your room opens with a woosh.
Kylo stands sickly still. You pretend to be asleep, your heart beats as your eyes squint open.
''I know you're awake. Get up and follow me.'' You watch as he marches back out.
''Keep your mouth shut, don't speak unless addressed, and stay close.'' You nod as you walk closely behind him. You had never been here, the place was eerily quiet, shivers racked your spine as you made your way to stars knows where.
''The mighty Kylo Ren, When I found you, I saw what all masters lived to see. Raw Untamed power, and something truly special... the potential of your blood line.'' You freeze as you here Snoke utter those words.
You feel Kylo also freeze, the steps of the Supreme Leader loud as he makes his way over.
''Within your bloodline, a new Vader will rise, I was mistaken.'' You watch as Kylo lifts his head.
''I've given everything I have to you... To the dark side'' His helmet disorients his voice.
''Take that ridiculous thing off.'' You watch as Kylo hesitates to remove his helmet. A big nasty gash paints the side of Kylo's face, your eyes widen as you take in the wound.
''You have too much of your father's heart in you.''
''I killed him, when the moment came, I didn't hesitate.'' Yiu shut your eyes, as you take in his words. He was capable of killing his own father.
''And look at you the deed spread your spirit to the bone...You were unbalanced bested by a girl who had never held a lightsaber...you failed.''
You watch as your husband gets up and is blasted with snokes force.
''Don't you touch him!'' You feel your heart pound as you stand over Kylo. You hold your head high, as Snoke marches his way towards you.
''Silly girl, you fool.'' Your lips curls in disgust as he gives you a once over.
You flinch as he passes a hand through your hair, he chuckles sinisterly.
''You've managed to get yourself a good one, she will do just fine.'' You stop breathing entirely.
''The seed of the Jedi order lives, as long as it does hope lives in the galaxy. I thought you would be the one to snuff it out. Unless you're no Vader, You're just a child in a mask.''
The elevator ride back to your room was tense.
The tiny space felt crowded. You stood behind Kylo as he vibrated in anger.
Seconds felt like hours.
You watch in horror as he drives his helmet, through the wall repeatedly. Sparks of the destroyed fuses, burning as they caught on your skin. ''Kylo stop! You're hurting yourself.'' You don't know why you try reasoning with him.
His relentless beating to the wall doesn't deter, or slow. You were left with no choice. You roughly pull his head into your grasp, as you pull him into a hug.
Kylo tenses in your hold, and you half expect him to pull you off, and kill you for the stunt. But he stills completely before wrapping his large arms around your body.
You stand holding each other for a while, the feeling entirely new.
This was the first time he ever held you tenderly.
You so badly want this moment to last, you so badly wish time would stop.
The sudden ding of the elevator snaps Kylo out of whatever trance he was in. Soon he's rushing out of the metal encapsule barking out commands, as you stand staring at his destroyed helmet.
This was the Kylo you never knew could exist.
'And I would say all of this. But I don't wanna ruin the moment'
You're much more careful around Kylo, he seems to be in better moods.
He no longer yelled or ordered you around.
You found yourself suspicious. Every encounter behind closed doors was 'decent.'
You stare at the ceiling in your room. You replay and overthink the constant movies playing in your head. You were grateful, to improve on your skills of blocking him. out
He had no means, or way into getting into your head.
Your eyebrow ticks as you sit up. 'He had thanked you for walking alongside him.'
Granted you really had no choice but... still
Your seated beside him again as you partake in another faculty meeting. This time the topic surrounded and revolved around 'destroying' the Jedi.
Your eyebrow ticks once again.
'Is he allowing this to happen?'
You highly doubt it, especially when he almost practically split you in half for even mentioning her.
''We have some matters to discuss after this.'' He had mentioned discussing matters, ever so often.
''From now on, you are to attend any meeting alongside me. You are to stand beside me. Walk beside me, breathe and eat beside me. I will expect no less. Am I clear?''
Your head nods. His beady eyes stare into your soul.
''Use your words.''
''Yes,''
''Good girl''
For the third time today, your eyebrow again ticks.
You really should've taken his words into consideration. You find yourself next to him every second, every minute, of everyday. You walked beside him as soon as you land on the Death Star.
This is where the latest appearance of the 'Resistance' was made.
Your hands grow clammy, you've witnessed what they could do.
You've witnessed what he could do. You've been on the receiving end of his wrath; you can't even bring yourself to imagine what could occur.
The telltale singe of his lightsaber coming to life, sickening...
A gnawing feeling of dread filled the pit of your stomach.
Your eyes frantically look for Kylo. He had disappeared.
The sky began to cry. Rain fell hard as it drenched your entire being.
You dashed holding onto the bottom of your dress.
Your heart pounded. You dashed as fast as you could. Your body taking heavy blows from the ground as you slipped. Your speed never falttered.
The feeling of your heart getting heavy, your motivation.
The scene displayed in front of you; heart wrenching.
You watched as Rey stood over Kylo; her hand outstretched in an offering.
The violent crashes of the waves cold.
You feel your body move before your mind. The sight of Rey picking up his saber flashing.
The burn of the lightsaber, nothing like the burn in your chest.
'You'd fooled yourself.'
Your mind was failing to catch up, your once Chartreuse colored dress. Red from the blood leaving you.
You stare in panic, as she stands over you. Ironic.
She's always won.
She had the one thing you've dreamt of having..
His love.
''This is what you stand for? You stand for madness. Chaos''
You heave.
This is the woman he wanted to rule alongside with.
This is the woman he deemed, fit for your role.
You've saved his life twice now...
Your vision blurred, as rain crashed over you. The red oozed out of you and washed away with the waves.
You stare as she is flung to the side, by an invisible force. Her body colliding with the side of the ship as she lands hard on the ground.
Your limp body dragged onto a lap.
Your energy was draining, it was hard to keep your eyes open.
''Keep them open, stay with me.''
His hair damp from the rain, you want to speak. You want to say how stupid you feel.
You want to tell him how much you hate him.
You want to tell him how much you love him.
'You're kinda cute, but it's Raining harder. My shoes are now full of water, Lovely to be rained on with you'
''I hate how stupid you make me feel.''
Breathing is getting harder, this wasn't like the first time. No.
This time Kylo holds you, forcing you into a hug. He pushes the damp hair laying across your face, before he plants a shaky kiss onto your lips.
You feel your mouth stretch into a smile.
You feel warm.
His dark eyes the last thing you see before you're pulled into an abyss.
'But it's not real, And you don't exist, And I can't recall the last time I was kissed.'
You feel cold. And everything hurts. Your eyes slowly open, you squint as you try to adjust to the florescent lights. You try to sit up, the movement impossible.
''You're awake.''
You turn your head to the side, Kylo sat beside your bed. His large form barely fitting into the sofa chair.
''How long?''
Your voice was dry and raspy. He hushes you before placing a cup to your lips. You drink the liquid graciously. Your nerves tick. 'Why was he here?'
''You never seem to follow simple orders.''
The lack of conviction in his voice surprised you.
''I wasn't going to let you die-''
''And so, you'd rather die?!''
You shut your eyes. You didn't want to do this today. You were way over fighting with him. You had learned how stubborn Kylo was. A silent nod was the only response you gave him. He scoffs.
''You are supposed to rule beside me, not below.''
''I was never meant to rule beside you.''
You were tired. Too tired. Exhaustion filled your voice. There was no need to feign interest, there was no need to feign concern, and there was certainly no need to feign care.
''Kylo, I think we should stop here-''
''Don't you even dare finish that sentence. There is no ending. You are to get better. No excuses. Or so help me stars-''
''Rey, is she okay?''
You don't know why you asked, maybe reassurance. Maybe you just wanted him to rip the band aid off. Who knows. You hold your breath though. You want to be sure, you want to get closure. You want him to be happy, even if it wasn't with you. Even if he destroyed you.
''She should be dead for what she did to you! She hurt you.''
You notice the way his voice softens.
''Let me in...''
Your handshakes as you trace the scar adorning the side of his face. Kylo's eyes clench shut. He grabs your wrist before placing a delicate kiss onto the inside of your palm.
''I can't... I'm scared.''
Kylo doesn't argue he just nods. His cape flutters behind him before he goes to leave.
''I will bring the medic.''
With that the door wooshes shut.
Once again you find yourself staring at the ceiling.
'And it kinda comes out, As I get up to go.'
Days bled into nights since the incident. Kylo loomed over you like a hawk. You were never out of his sight. He was your shadow. You've began to grow used to his overbearing behavior; you find yourself looking forward to seeing him.
His anger was still an issue. Just not for you.
For once his wrath was not directed towards you.
Today was no different. News of the 'Resistance' Successful escape quickly filled the empty halls of the ship.
Chaos ensued.
Bodies plagued the floor, some lay still others out cold.
''Kylo.''
Your voice interrupted whatever was going on in the control room. The thud of the body, being choke by Kylo's force, loud.
Kylo turned at the sound of your voice, his black helmet now decorated with red. Due to your handiwork. You both stand staring at eachother, before you turn and walk out.
You smile at the sound of his pounding feet coming after you.
You walk in silence; you lure him into your shared room. You lean on a wall, arms crossed as you stare at him. You're unsure when this confidence of being within each others prescence formed.
''They can't get away with this... She can't get away with what she did.''
You hum in acknowledgement. You stare into his helmet.
''Take it off''
You hear his intake of breath before the hissing of his mask fills the quiet.
You walk slowly to where he sits on the bed. Your feet come in between his spread legs. You move his hair out of his face, before tracing the scar adorning his face delicately. He shuts his eyes as he releases a sigh. His large arms wrap around your stomach, he rests his head there; you caress his head.
The tension immediately leaving his body.
''Please let me in..''
Your heart thuds in your chest. Vulnerability coats his words. You slowly let the walls down. You cringe as a sharp singing of pressure rushes into your head.
Your thoughts were bare.
Kylo's arms clench around your midsection as he infiltrates your thoughts. Your soothing hand does not stop it's motions.
'Lovely to sit between comfort and chaos.'
I want you to bear my children.
The cough released from your chest loud in the room.
Kylo stares an amused expression taking over his face.
''I'm- I'm sorry?''
''I need to begin forging my bloodline... We need to begin forging our bloodline.''
Your eyes are wide. You'd been taking things slow. The past few months beyond enjoyable. You fell into a silent comfort. You were there, and he was here.
''I, I don't know what to say.''
''Don't say much...whenever you're ready.''
That night you laid wide awake. he laid beside you. You've walked beside him, did everything with him...You haven't shared a kiss after the first one.
Too scared to rush into it.
The sound of rustling sheets grabs your attention as you look to the side.
''You're thinking too loud.''
''Sorry...Were you being serious?''
''Hm''
''You want me to forge your bloodline?''
''No, I want you to forge our bloodline.''
Your heart skipped a beat. You turn to look at him. Kylo was already staring at you. Your eyes were like magnets, connecting every time. Your attraction for one another grew. You could feel it. Feel him.
''If this is about what Snoke-''
''Snoke no longer influences me.''
He had killed him. Set himself free. You nod, unable to use your words. Your thoughts were going haywire. The feeling of his hand caressing your face comforting. He had reclused any form of affection behind walls.
That night he kissed you.
He'd kissed you soft and slow. His mouth relayed everything he couldn't bring himself to say. Your hands grasped onto his shoulder. You looked for grounding.
If this was a dream you did not want to wakeup.
Your once soft kisses quickly became passionate. Your unspoken words a cacophony of something beautiful. Tears welled in your eyes.
'Finally'
His hands cup your face gently, as he breaks the kiss. He plants soft kisses onto your neck, his lips graze over your most sensitive parts.
Your grip on his shoulders, tightening.
You feel him slide, down, down until he's looking up. Your eyes meet as you nod. You gulp at the anxiety rapidly bubbling in your stomach.
Your panties are pulled off from beneath your nightgown, the air of the night Cold.
You arch your back of the bed, as Kylo blows a puff of air.
''So beautiful.''
He wastes no time as he dives in. His nose
bumping into your pearl, sends your eyes rolling back. His sharp tongue once uses to bring you to tears, now brings you to pieces.
The groan he releases cause a moan to escape from between your lips. His pace doesn't change. You find yourself gripping onto his hair, as you buck your hips onto his face. He chuckles the vibrations sending you into overload.
''Please-''
''Patience''
He's hushing you.
Your words slurred, as his thick digit teased your hole. You gasp as he shoves it inside, rocking it back and forth before he introduces a second one. Your groan in ecstasy, as he scissors you.
''Oh stars-''
'Bedsheets, no clothes. Touch me like nobody else does.'
You try to quiet your moans. his hands slap at your thigh. The impact sending tingles to your already sensitive body.
''Let me here how good I make you feel.''
Your body is coated in a light sheen of sweat. He looked so good between your legs. You throw your head back and clench your highs against his face, as his fingers quicken.
His tongue curls just around your clit, and you burst. The wire snapping, as you gush. Kylo never stops, even after you bordered sensitivity his laps never let up.
''Please, I can't-''
''Give me one more baby, give me. one more.''
Your body withered as he forced another orgasm out of you, you laid limp. Kylo crawled over you, you force his mouth onto yours. He moans as you lick yourself off his lips.
You loved the taste of you on his mouth. Your night gown is slipped off of you, as you undress him.
He kneels between your spread legs, his arms holding onto your ankles. Kylo places a delicate kiss on the inner side of your ankle.
''Are you sure?''
You nod your head.
''Use your words-''
''Yes''
''That's my girl'' He chuckles at your desperation.
Your eyes stay connected as he you feel him rub his cock over your lips. Your mouth gapes, as he nudges over your clit. Kylo coats himself in your slick.
Before you moan at the pop of him finally entering. The intrusion, borderline painful. He shushed you as you cried. His thumb going between your bodies, to rub at your clit.
''Tell me to stop and I will.''
You frantically shake your head. You beg him to move, do something to relieve the burning pressure growing between your legs.
Kylo's pace started off slow, he took his time in kissing you allover, marking you. Claiming you.
Your hands tangled into his hair, as he thrusted deeper.
Your lips never sepertaed.
Kylo was painting your sky with stars. Hanging the moon for you.
''Please.''
This time his pace quickens, your moans grow as the headboard of your shared bed slams against the wall.
''Take it.''
''You're doing so good.''
''Fuck, you feel so good.''
Kylo's praises in your ear, bring you to other levels. You find, yourself begging for him. You want him inside and out.
''You're mine...''
''I'm going to put a baby in you.''
''You're going to be nice a round with my baby, you want that?''
You nod frantically words slurring into Yes's.
''You're my queen, you're going to rule beside me forever. Not even death will keep us apart.
Your eyes well up with tears. Kylo wipes at the them, his pace never faltering not even as he makes you come over and over again.
Not even when he paints you full of him.
Not even when he tells you how much he loves you.
Tonight, you don't stare at your ceiling, you finally stare at him..
'And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before, Before.'
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𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Steve discovers a new kink thanks to your thighs.
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Like all good things, it happened by accident. Steve’s been learning new things about himself recently, most of them thanks to you. God, he doesn’t know what he would do without you.
The first time the thought occurred to him was during training.
The lower level of the compound is split into a gym, sparring room, locker rooms, two saunas and a few offices that are mainly used for storage. On any given day, it’s packed with agents or avengers preparing for the next mission.
While you weren’t an Avenger or an agent, Steve wanted you to learn some basic defense techniques. So here you were in the middle of a Saturday afternoon across from your boyfriend.
Just the two of you in the gym, the faint smell of rubber, sweat in the air. The low whirl of the overhead air conditioner echoing through the large room.
You watch Steve explain his plans for you, you’re distracted by his attire. His grey sweatpants sitting loose around his hips, that vein going down his pelvis visible, the drawstrings untied hanging over his bulge swaying with each step. His tight white t-shirt hugging his muscular chest, his large hands moving in the air while he described defensive techniques. His biceps flexing, the tshirt straining to contain him.
“Are you listening to me?”, Steve asks, carding a hand through his golden locks.
He steps in front of you, pushing your chin up with his thumb, “Hey my eyes are up here”.
Kylo loves you right? At least it's what you try to convince yourself of.
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Warning(s) Heavy angst, Smut, Violence, Extra mean Kylo, Kylo's a dick in this one.
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You had convinced yourself that he needed you.
You had convinced yourself that he loved you.
You lay in your cold bed, as you watch him watch you. You pretend to not notice the look of anger on his face.
''You put my troops in danger'' His cold voice breaks the silence. You can't speak your voice raspy from the lack of dehydration. Funny, this is the first thing he tells you when you wake up.
''A thank you would be nice.'' You mutter quietly, you didn't want to anger him further. You don't flinch as he throws a vase against the wall.
''Thank you? I should kill you. You disobeyed my order, I told you to stay here, and now look at what you've done.'' You don't speak, you can't. You don't remember the last time you felt. warm.
''I saved your life Kylo, she would've killed you.'' This time you flinch, his grip on your face bruising. He forces you to look at him.
''Rey, has her own reasons. She's not as foolish as you.'' You fight the tears threatening to escape, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.
''You're pathetic, you repulse me, the only thing you're good at is getting in my way.'' You shut your eyes, as Kylo stomps his way out of your shared room.
'shared.'
You were the only one whoever slept here.
It had been years since your marriage to Kylo, granted you had no choice. You never did.
His way of becoming supreme leader, was by murdering, conquering, and marrying into the dark side. Your parents were quick to hand you over, they feared for their lives.
Not yours.
You don't know what love is, you never experienced it. Not from your parents, you didn't have friends, and now you're stuck in a loveless marriage.
You'd agreed to marry him because you wanted to feel something, you wanted to feel loved.
You roll over wincing slightly as you roll on your back, the gash on your abdomen created by Rey. She had tried to hurt Kylo.
Her lightsaber pierced through you, while his words pierced through your heart.
You stare at your ceiling.
This time you do cry.
You cry for yourself.
'Ceilings, plaster. Can't you just make it move faster?'
You don't see much of Kylo after that, it didn't surprise you. The only times you did see him, were times you managed to somehow 'mess' up. Every time he'd come to you, it was to berate you, remind you how pathetic you were, he's never touched you. Not even once.
You'd convince yourself that it was his way of showing he cared.
At least a bit..
You wince slightly as you make your way off the command shuttle.
The overgrown grass grazes your legs as you walk through the field, you knew this place like the palm of your hand.
You had dreams of marrying here as a child. There wasn't much you remembered from your childhood, sometimes you'd create scenarios in your head.
Your eyes flutter shut involuntarily as you feel the cool breeze prick your face. The sharp contrast between the quiet you felt here, and the eerie buzz of machines on the ship soothing.
It was rare for you to receive permission off the ship. Your wound was still fresh, you refused treatment.
You didn't want to risk bumping into him. Especially vulnerable, he would never see that side of you.
After sll you're pretty sure he would never care. Not when she existed.
You were too into your head you failed to notice the figure looming over you.
''I ordered you back on the ship 5 minutes ago. Why are you still here.''
You did not need to look back, you knew that voice all too well. His voice always held conviction, he lacked empathy that you were very much aware.
Even knowing, your heart always manages to sink.
''Dinner will be served at 0:17, you are to join me no excuses.''
You don't nod, it wasn't a suggestion. It was a command, an order.
You sigh, regretting it immediately the sharp pain on your abdomen still present. You carefully rise from your seated position. You slowly follow him back onto the shuttle.
An impending feeling of dread fill the deepest depths of your gut.
Turns out the 'dinner' was 100% a faculty meeting. One you were forced to sit and participate in.
You sit next to Kylo, your hands on your lap as you mindlessly listen to the General. Hux' you're not sure though, you were never properly introduced.
You've shared formalities once, just a nod while passing nothing else.
Dinner was served much after, by that time your appetite was certainly gone.
The food Infront of you was barren and cold, like the occupants in here.
''Eat. Your wound needs the strength to heal.'' The hall is flushed in quite. The hush hung heavy in the air. Your heart beats.
''What?'' You're unsure of weather he was speaking to you or...
You stare into the dark abyss of his helmet. Your reflection clear, you watch yourself nod as you force a mouthful. The food was tasteless, goosebumps rose on your skin.
You felt the eyes of everyone on you. You wanted to shrink.
Kylo only did this to exort control. Power.
He wants others to know you were off limits. Funny, because that was made obvious. The the black band that rested on your finger was proof.
Behind closed doors, you were nothing to him.
To seal the deal Kylo interlocks your hands and rest them on the table. His grip tight.
The meeting stretched longer than you anticipated. Conversations of how to overcome and finally destroy the 'Rebellion.' Kylo's grip tightened at the mention of the Jedi.
You ignore the way your gut lurches, at the mention of her name.
The room suddenly grew impossibly hot.
Your discomfort however was noticed by the general.
''Is everything ok?'' You nod faintly, before rising from your seat. The metal screeching as it scratched the floor. You pull your hand from Kylo.
''I would like to excuse myself, I'm not feeling well.''
''Very well. You're dismissed.''
You don't wait for his approval. You don't look back, as you take slow and tentive steps out of the dining hall.
Once you're out of sight, you bolt . A wave of nausea greeting the pit of your stomach. You ignore the sharp pain shooting across your body as you rush into your room.
You burst into the bathroom before reaching to close the door, it doesn't.
A gloved hand prevents it from shutting.
Your eyes widen as you watch Kylo crowd the space.
''I'm sorry I-''
You words were cut off by a yelp. Your arm is forcefully grabbed as you're forced out of the bathroom.
''Kylo, stop you're hurting me.'' You protest fell on deaf ears as you're dragged out.
You scratch and pull at your arm in his grasp.
Once you manage to pull your arm free, you're frame sharply connects with a wall. The blow excruciating as you cry out.
''You expect me to keep you around? How are you supposed to Rule beside me, when you're constantly embarrassing yourself.'' Your body is fueled with rage at his words.
You couldn't believe this man.
''Then why do you?! It has been made very clear of my disturbance. You do not need to keep me around.'' The room grew deathly quiet.
The hiss of Kylo's helmet, is the only warning you receive before its flung hard against the wall.
''You have no right to speak to me as such. I am your ruler, you obey me.''
You laugh un-amusement dripping from your voice as you stare into his lifeless eyes.
''I'll tell you what you ar-'' The sharp sting causes the air to escape your lungs. Tears well up in your eyes, as you watch his gloved hand curl as he uses the force against you.
''You take pride in being a burden. I should've killed you when I had the chance.''
This time your tears do fall. You shut your eyes as agony fills your body. The pain of your wound no match for the pain of your heart.
''You take pride in being something you're not. I see right through your stupid helmet, your stupid mask.'' You gasp out, you should stop talking but you're so angry.
You're so angry... you're so hurt.
''You fail to see what everyone thinks of you. Rey-''
''You shut your mouth!''
''You give her your hand, and she rejects you. You come back to me. You hate her because she rejected you. So here I am.' You don't kill me because you fucking can't!''
Your words hang heavy in the air.
Kylo's glare deep in your bones, as you struggle to stay coherent. The force finally taking its toll on your body. You almost think you're wrong. And this is his way of proving it to you.
'He's actually killing you.'
The force is ripped off, as you gasp for air.
An expression of pure hatred etched onto his skin as you watch him leave.
'This felt like the start of a movie you've seen before.'
Weeks, and maybe months pass before you ever see Kylo again. The scarring of his words forever etched into your head.
You selfishly, wish your own words stick with him too.
The past few days passed by in a blur. The first order was finally gaining onto the Rebellion. Victory was finally. promised.
The door to your room opens with a woosh.
Kylo stands sickly still. You pretend to be asleep, your heart beats as your eyes squint open.
''I know you're awake. Get up and follow me.'' You watch as he marches back out.
''Keep your mouth shut, don't speak unless addressed, and stay close.'' You nod as you walk closely behind him. You had never been here, the place was eerily quiet, shivers racked your spine as you made your way to stars knows where.
''The mighty Kylo Ren, When I found you, I saw what all masters lived to see. Raw Untamed power, and something truly special... the potential of your blood line.'' You freeze as you here Snoke utter those words.
You feel Kylo also freeze, the steps of the Supreme Leader loud as he makes his way over.
''Within your bloodline, a new Vader will rise, I was mistaken.'' You watch as Kylo lifts his head.
''I've given everything I have to you... To the dark side'' His helmet disorients his voice.
''Take that ridiculous thing off.'' You watch as Kylo hesitates to remove his helmet. A big nasty gash paints the side of Kylo's face, your eyes widen as you take in the wound.
''You have too much of your father's heart in you.''
''I killed him, when the moment came, I didn't hesitate.'' Yiu shut your eyes, as you take in his words. He was capable of killing his own father.
''And look at you the deed spread your spirit to the bone...You were unbalanced bested by a girl who had never held a lightsaber...you failed.''
You watch as your husband gets up and is blasted with snokes force.
''Don't you touch him!'' You feel your heart pound as you stand over Kylo. You hold your head high, as Snoke marches his way towards you.
''Silly girl, you fool.'' Your lips curls in disgust as he gives you a once over.
You flinch as he passes a hand through your hair, he chuckles sinisterly.
''You've managed to get yourself a good one, she will do just fine.'' You stop breathing entirely.
''The seed of the Jedi order lives, as long as it does hope lives in the galaxy. I thought you would be the one to snuff it out. Unless you're no Vader, You're just a child in a mask.''
The elevator ride back to your room was tense.
The tiny space felt crowded. You stood behind Kylo as he vibrated in anger.
Seconds felt like hours.
You watch in horror as he drives his helmet, through the wall repeatedly. Sparks of the destroyed fuses, burning as they caught on your skin. ''Kylo stop! You're hurting yourself.'' You don't know why you try reasoning with him.
His relentless beating to the wall doesn't deter, or slow. You were left with no choice. You roughly pull his head into your grasp, as you pull him into a hug.
Kylo tenses in your hold, and you half expect him to pull you off, and kill you for the stunt. But he stills completely before wrapping his large arms around your body.
You stand holding each other for a while, the feeling entirely new.
This was the first time he ever held you tenderly.
You so badly want this moment to last, you so badly wish time would stop.
The sudden ding of the elevator snaps Kylo out of whatever trance he was in. Soon he's rushing out of the metal encapsule barking out commands, as you stand staring at his destroyed helmet.
This was the Kylo you never knew could exist.
'And I would say all of this. But I don't wanna ruin the moment'
You're much more careful around Kylo, he seems to be in better moods.
He no longer yelled or ordered you around.
You found yourself suspicious. Every encounter behind closed doors was 'decent.'
You stare at the ceiling in your room. You replay and overthink the constant movies playing in your head. You were grateful, to improve on your skills of blocking him. out
He had no means, or way into getting into your head.
Your eyebrow ticks as you sit up. 'He had thanked you for walking alongside him.'
Granted you really had no choice but... still
Your seated beside him again as you partake in another faculty meeting. This time the topic surrounded and revolved around 'destroying' the Jedi.
Your eyebrow ticks once again.
'Is he allowing this to happen?'
You highly doubt it, especially when he almost practically split you in half for even mentioning her.
''We have some matters to discuss after this.'' He had mentioned discussing matters, ever so often.
''From now on, you are to attend any meeting alongside me. You are to stand beside me. Walk beside me, breathe and eat beside me. I will expect no less. Am I clear?''
Your head nods. His beady eyes stare into your soul.
''Use your words.''
''Yes,''
''Good girl''
For the third time today, your eyebrow again ticks.
You really should've taken his words into consideration. You find yourself next to him every second, every minute, of everyday. You walked beside him as soon as you land on the Death Star.
This is where the latest appearance of the 'Resistance' was made.
Your hands grow clammy, you've witnessed what they could do.
You've witnessed what he could do. You've been on the receiving end of his wrath; you can't even bring yourself to imagine what could occur.
The telltale singe of his lightsaber coming to life, sickening...
A gnawing feeling of dread filled the pit of your stomach.
Your eyes frantically look for Kylo. He had disappeared.
The sky began to cry. Rain fell hard as it drenched your entire being.
You dashed holding onto the bottom of your dress.
Your heart pounded. You dashed as fast as you could. Your body taking heavy blows from the ground as you slipped. Your speed never falttered.
The feeling of your heart getting heavy, your motivation.
The scene displayed in front of you; heart wrenching.
You watched as Rey stood over Kylo; her hand outstretched in an offering.
The violent crashes of the waves cold.
You feel your body move before your mind. The sight of Rey picking up his saber flashing.
The burn of the lightsaber, nothing like the burn in your chest.
'You'd fooled yourself.'
Your mind was failing to catch up, your once Chartreuse colored dress. Red from the blood leaving you.
You stare in panic, as she stands over you. Ironic.
She's always won.
She had the one thing you've dreamt of having..
His love.
''This is what you stand for? You stand for madness. Chaos''
You heave.
This is the woman he wanted to rule alongside with.
This is the woman he deemed, fit for your role.
You've saved his life twice now...
Your vision blurred, as rain crashed over you. The red oozed out of you and washed away with the waves.
You stare as she is flung to the side, by an invisible force. Her body colliding with the side of the ship as she lands hard on the ground.
Your limp body dragged onto a lap.
Your energy was draining, it was hard to keep your eyes open.
''Keep them open, stay with me.''
His hair damp from the rain, you want to speak. You want to say how stupid you feel.
You want to tell him how much you hate him.
You want to tell him how much you love him.
'You're kinda cute, but it's Raining harder. My shoes are now full of water, Lovely to be rained on with you'
''I hate how stupid you make me feel.''
Breathing is getting harder, this wasn't like the first time. No.
This time Kylo holds you, forcing you into a hug. He pushes the damp hair laying across your face, before he plants a shaky kiss onto your lips.
You feel your mouth stretch into a smile.
You feel warm.
His dark eyes the last thing you see before you're pulled into an abyss.
'But it's not real, And you don't exist, And I can't recall the last time I was kissed.'
You feel cold. And everything hurts. Your eyes slowly open, you squint as you try to adjust to the florescent lights. You try to sit up, the movement impossible.
''You're awake.''
You turn your head to the side, Kylo sat beside your bed. His large form barely fitting into the sofa chair.
''How long?''
Your voice was dry and raspy. He hushes you before placing a cup to your lips. You drink the liquid graciously. Your nerves tick. 'Why was he here?'
''You never seem to follow simple orders.''
The lack of conviction in his voice surprised you.
''I wasn't going to let you die-''
''And so, you'd rather die?!''
You shut your eyes. You didn't want to do this today. You were way over fighting with him. You had learned how stubborn Kylo was. A silent nod was the only response you gave him. He scoffs.
''You are supposed to rule beside me, not below.''
''I was never meant to rule beside you.''
You were tired. Too tired. Exhaustion filled your voice. There was no need to feign interest, there was no need to feign concern, and there was certainly no need to feign care.
''Kylo, I think we should stop here-''
''Don't you even dare finish that sentence. There is no ending. You are to get better. No excuses. Or so help me stars-''
''Rey, is she okay?''
You don't know why you asked, maybe reassurance. Maybe you just wanted him to rip the band aid off. Who knows. You hold your breath though. You want to be sure, you want to get closure. You want him to be happy, even if it wasn't with you. Even if he destroyed you.
''She should be dead for what she did to you! She hurt you.''
You notice the way his voice softens.
''Let me in...''
Your handshakes as you trace the scar adorning the side of his face. Kylo's eyes clench shut. He grabs your wrist before placing a delicate kiss onto the inside of your palm.
''I can't... I'm scared.''
Kylo doesn't argue he just nods. His cape flutters behind him before he goes to leave.
''I will bring the medic.''
With that the door wooshes shut.
Once again you find yourself staring at the ceiling.
'And it kinda comes out, As I get up to go.'
Days bled into nights since the incident. Kylo loomed over you like a hawk. You were never out of his sight. He was your shadow. You've began to grow used to his overbearing behavior; you find yourself looking forward to seeing him.
His anger was still an issue. Just not for you.
For once his wrath was not directed towards you.
Today was no different. News of the 'Resistance' Successful escape quickly filled the empty halls of the ship.
Chaos ensued.
Bodies plagued the floor, some lay still others out cold.
''Kylo.''
Your voice interrupted whatever was going on in the control room. The thud of the body, being choke by Kylo's force, loud.
Kylo turned at the sound of your voice, his black helmet now decorated with red. Due to your handiwork. You both stand staring at eachother, before you turn and walk out.
You smile at the sound of his pounding feet coming after you.
You walk in silence; you lure him into your shared room. You lean on a wall, arms crossed as you stare at him. You're unsure when this confidence of being within each others prescence formed.
''They can't get away with this... She can't get away with what she did.''
You hum in acknowledgement. You stare into his helmet.
''Take it off''
You hear his intake of breath before the hissing of his mask fills the quiet.
You walk slowly to where he sits on the bed. Your feet come in between his spread legs. You move his hair out of his face, before tracing the scar adorning his face delicately. He shuts his eyes as he releases a sigh. His large arms wrap around your stomach, he rests his head there; you caress his head.
The tension immediately leaving his body.
''Please let me in..''
Your heart thuds in your chest. Vulnerability coats his words. You slowly let the walls down. You cringe as a sharp singing of pressure rushes into your head.
Your thoughts were bare.
Kylo's arms clench around your midsection as he infiltrates your thoughts. Your soothing hand does not stop it's motions.
'Lovely to sit between comfort and chaos.'
I want you to bear my children.
The cough released from your chest loud in the room.
Kylo stares an amused expression taking over his face.
''I'm- I'm sorry?''
''I need to begin forging my bloodline... We need to begin forging our bloodline.''
Your eyes are wide. You'd been taking things slow. The past few months beyond enjoyable. You fell into a silent comfort. You were there, and he was here.
''I, I don't know what to say.''
''Don't say much...whenever you're ready.''
That night you laid wide awake. he laid beside you. You've walked beside him, did everything with him...You haven't shared a kiss after the first one.
Too scared to rush into it.
The sound of rustling sheets grabs your attention as you look to the side.
''You're thinking too loud.''
''Sorry...Were you being serious?''
''Hm''
''You want me to forge your bloodline?''
''No, I want you to forge our bloodline.''
Your heart skipped a beat. You turn to look at him. Kylo was already staring at you. Your eyes were like magnets, connecting every time. Your attraction for one another grew. You could feel it. Feel him.
''If this is about what Snoke-''
''Snoke no longer influences me.''
He had killed him. Set himself free. You nod, unable to use your words. Your thoughts were going haywire. The feeling of his hand caressing your face comforting. He had reclused any form of affection behind walls.
That night he kissed you.
He'd kissed you soft and slow. His mouth relayed everything he couldn't bring himself to say. Your hands grasped onto his shoulder. You looked for grounding.
If this was a dream you did not want to wakeup.
Your once soft kisses quickly became passionate. Your unspoken words a cacophony of something beautiful. Tears welled in your eyes.
'Finally'
His hands cup your face gently, as he breaks the kiss. He plants soft kisses onto your neck, his lips graze over your most sensitive parts.
Your grip on his shoulders, tightening.
You feel him slide, down, down until he's looking up. Your eyes meet as you nod. You gulp at the anxiety rapidly bubbling in your stomach.
Your panties are pulled off from beneath your nightgown, the air of the night Cold.
You arch your back of the bed, as Kylo blows a puff of air.
''So beautiful.''
He wastes no time as he dives in. His nose
bumping into your pearl, sends your eyes rolling back. His sharp tongue once uses to bring you to tears, now brings you to pieces.
The groan he releases cause a moan to escape from between your lips. His pace doesn't change. You find yourself gripping onto his hair, as you buck your hips onto his face. He chuckles the vibrations sending you into overload.
''Please-''
''Patience''
He's hushing you.
Your words slurred, as his thick digit teased your hole. You gasp as he shoves it inside, rocking it back and forth before he introduces a second one. Your groan in ecstasy, as he scissors you.
''Oh stars-''
'Bedsheets, no clothes. Touch me like nobody else does.'
You try to quiet your moans. his hands slap at your thigh. The impact sending tingles to your already sensitive body.
''Let me here how good I make you feel.''
Your body is coated in a light sheen of sweat. He looked so good between your legs. You throw your head back and clench your highs against his face, as his fingers quicken.
His tongue curls just around your clit, and you burst. The wire snapping, as you gush. Kylo never stops, even after you bordered sensitivity his laps never let up.
''Please, I can't-''
''Give me one more baby, give me. one more.''
Your body withered as he forced another orgasm out of you, you laid limp. Kylo crawled over you, you force his mouth onto yours. He moans as you lick yourself off his lips.
You loved the taste of you on his mouth. Your night gown is slipped off of you, as you undress him.
He kneels between your spread legs, his arms holding onto your ankles. Kylo places a delicate kiss on the inner side of your ankle.
''Are you sure?''
You nod your head.
''Use your words-''
''Yes''
''That's my girl'' He chuckles at your desperation.
Your eyes stay connected as he you feel him rub his cock over your lips. Your mouth gapes, as he nudges over your clit. Kylo coats himself in your slick.
Before you moan at the pop of him finally entering. The intrusion, borderline painful. He shushed you as you cried. His thumb going between your bodies, to rub at your clit.
''Tell me to stop and I will.''
You frantically shake your head. You beg him to move, do something to relieve the burning pressure growing between your legs.
Kylo's pace started off slow, he took his time in kissing you allover, marking you. Claiming you.
Your hands tangled into his hair, as he thrusted deeper.
Your lips never sepertaed.
Kylo was painting your sky with stars. Hanging the moon for you.
''Please.''
This time his pace quickens, your moans grow as the headboard of your shared bed slams against the wall.
''Take it.''
''You're doing so good.''
''Fuck, you feel so good.''
Kylo's praises in your ear, bring you to other levels. You find, yourself begging for him. You want him inside and out.
''You're mine...''
''I'm going to put a baby in you.''
''You're going to be nice a round with my baby, you want that?''
You nod frantically words slurring into Yes's.
''You're my queen, you're going to rule beside me forever. Not even death will keep us apart.
Your eyes well up with tears. Kylo wipes at the them, his pace never faltering not even as he makes you come over and over again.
Not even when he paints you full of him.
Not even when he tells you how much he loves you.
Tonight, you don't stare at your ceiling, you finally stare at him..
'And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before, Before.'
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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞... || father paul hill x reader
summary ✟ you want something that you can't have. he needs something he shouldn't take. it's a match made in heaven, but there's nothing holy about it.
word count ✟ 6.6k
warnings ✟ spoilers for midnight mass (even in the warnings!! but only up to episode 4, and it's somewhat canon divergent anyways, but still), SMUT (slightly dubcon due to overstimulation, penetrative and oral sex [m receiving], fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, a bit of painful sex/pain kink), virginity loss (for both of them!), extensive religious references throughout, 'father' title, brief suicidal ideation, self-injury (but not for mental health-related reasons, and not by the reader), age gap (reader is 18 and a high school senior, father paul is ??? older than that), innocent reader, tons of blood consumption, vampire shenanigans, way more fluff than this has any right to have
"I wasn't sure if you would come," he admitted quietly, sitting far off in the back of the room.
You swallowed nervously before you answered, clutching the strap of your bag where it crossed your chest, standing in his doorway and wondering if you looked as nervous as you felt. "I wasn't sure either," you replied.
And that was true, because when he'd asked you to visit him at his parsonage tonight, you had been too stunned to fully believe it. It seemed a little too good to be true, among other things. But even so, you were never really going to turn his offer down; because ever since Father Paul had arrived here on this quiet, dreary little island, you had begun to feel things you'd never felt before.
All of your friends at school had crushes, they had since elementary school, and you weren't sure if you were a late bloomer or… just not a bloomer at all. Then you met Father Paul. And though you had never expected or wanted to— not for your priest, anyway— you bloomed.
Your face got warm watching him give his homilies; your legs crossed and flexed against each other each time you heard his voice. You loved the way he said things, so wise and thoughtful. Though you'd always been active at the church, your activities there had doubled just for more chances to speak with him.
Where your lack of sexual interest had seemed like perhaps a blessing at first— a gift from God in your quest to maintain purity until entering the bonds of marriage with His soulmate created for you— now it felt like you were being unimaginably tempted. Was this from Him as well? Was He testing you to strengthen your faith?
Or was He showing you the man you were meant for, as impossible as that could be?
Father Paul, after all, wasn't made to have a companion. He was made to lead God's children; his purpose was greater than literal fatherhood, his destiny was not matrimony to another human but to the Lord and His church.
But gosh, he'd make such a good husband: so kind, so sensitive, so intelligent yet never condescending. And, well, he wasn't so difficult on the eyes, either. Sometimes he'd put his hand on your back, or your shoulder, and it usually took all your strength not to bite your lip when he did things like that. His touch was intoxicating.
Even now, standing in his dimly-lit parsonage, your skin was alight just imagining that he might touch you tonight. You weren't sure if that was why he requested for you to come here— you were far too sheltered to know how people might subtly proposition each other— but your intuition was strong enough to know he wanted something uncouth. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have asked you not to tell your friends, or your parents, that you were going to see him. There had been a certain look in his eye (even though he hadn't been looking at you when he said it, not directly), a certain darkness to his gorgeous voice…
Further evidence was what he said next. "Shut the door, please."
Nodding, you shut the door behind you.
When you looked at him again, he was standing— though you hadn't heard him move at all, hadn't heard his chair scrape on the floor or even his clothes rustle.
"Why did you come, then?" he asked. It took you a second to remember what he was even talking about.
"You asked me to," you answered plainly.
"I think there's more to it than that," he pressed, and you felt your throat tighten up. He knew. And to be fair, you already pretty much knew that. But even so, it was a little terrifying to hear him really acknowledge it, even if he was being subtle.
You were mostly just scared that he was about to admonish you. He wasn't the type for that, but it would be just as excruciating for him to have called you here just to let you down easy— for him to sit you down and have a talk about boys and girls and the special feelings they have for each other. About how there's nothing wrong with what you feel, just… misguided. And you'd have to just sit and nod and pretend not to be mortified, apologize if you made him uncomfortable, promise you would never act on childish temptations like this. Maybe you'd throw your dad under the bus, say you were attracted to a priest because of the fatherly support he'd given you that your real father never had. Maybe you'd thank him for everything he'd done for you and for his grace in your folly.
You'd act like you were okay with it. But you wouldn't even go back home, you'd just walk straight into the ocean knowing he'd have to speak at your funeral.
Ironically, in that moment you were tempted to pray— silently, in your mind— that Father Paul wasn't about to reject you. But that would've been such a waste, because God was absolutely not about to help you defile yourself and one of His most faithful servants. You were on your own for this one.
Amazingly, in all that thought, only a fraction of a moment had passed. “You do?” you asked quickly, keeping it all vague while you still could.
“Yes,” he agreed. “I think you came here expecting something— something you know that you shouldn’t want, but your body can’t help but crave.”
Geez, you knew he was insightful but you didn’t appreciate the way he’d apparently managed to read your mind.
“Is that accurate?” he asked you, smiling slightly.
“Yes, Father,” you admitted sheepishly, looking down at the floor.
“No, no, don’t look away,” he pleaded gently, taking a step closer to you— and you could see him a little better now in the light of the room, see the way his hair had fallen into his face slightly and the disheveled tilt of his white collar. He smiled a little bit when you met his gaze again. “You’re so young... I don’t think you know how young you are. I don’t think you know how pretty you are, either, or you wouldn’t be coming here looking for… well, looking for what it is that you’re looking for right now.”
As your face heated up a bit, you struggled to keep looking forward at him just as much as you struggled to find a response: but thankfully, you did both. “Thank you,” you awkwardly replied, “but I think I’m where I should be.”
“Oh, I think so too,” he agreed with a quick nod. “You’re exactly where you shouldn’t be, but— but you’re also exactly where you belong, I think.” He furrowed his brow as he pondered his own words. “That doesn’t make much sense, does it?”
“No, it makes perfect sense,” you denied. “To me, at least.”
Something overtook his expression— something a little darker, something not quite sinister but not exactly friendly, either— as he tilted his head back to look down at you just that much more. For a split-second, his nostrils flared and his eyes blinked quickly. "I'm sorry," he sighed quietly.
You would’ve assumed it was the beginning of his rejection, if it weren’t for the way he said it: deep and rough like the rocky bottom under the shore; thick and sweet like honey. You were certainly no expert, but you felt pretty confident that wasn’t the voice of a man about to turn you away. "What for?" you asked quietly.
"I'm sorry," he repeated as he stalked closer, your heartbeat hitting double time as he approached you. Though you had no way to know it, in his mind, he said the briefest prayer: Bless me, Lord, for I am going to sin.
And then, all at once, he was on you; You gasped as he grabbed you in an embrace, leaning in to breathe heavily by your face, moving lower to your neck where he inhaled deeply. You realized then what he was apologizing for, and you smiled a little as you shivered in his arms. "Don't be sorry," you soothed, eyes falling shut, "this is all I wanted."
"I'm so sorry," he said one more time, a hoarse whisper that tickled your ear, as his lips ghosted over your neck, "but I'm so hungry…"
For one perfect moment, you were truly blissfully ignorant. That moment ended as soon as you felt his teeth sink into your skin, though. You whimpered in pain, clutching at his shoulders, about to scream— but you couldn't, somehow. Your voice was gone, stolen by pain that crawled all over your body as you felt something drain from you; something more than just the blood spilling from your neck into his mouth.
Your toes curled inside your shoes, and if it weren't for his arms holding you so tightly, you surely would've collapsed.
As you grew weaker, choking on your shallow breaths and hearing your own whimpers of pain die out like a candle’s flame being slowly starved, he leaned down and laid you gently on the couch; you could barely tell the difference between standing up and laying down, spare for his weight on top of you as he drank eagerly from your wound.
You blinked rapidly as you stared up at the ceiling, tears welling and gently rolling from the corners of your eyes as pain faded into numbness and the ringing in your ears was even louder than the sounds of his heavy breathing and quiet moans of satisfaction.
Energy drained from you until you felt the pull towards the dark, the gentle wash of exhaustion beginning to lull you to sleep; and though your mind was foggy and swirling with confusion and fear, you knew this sleep wouldn’t be the sort that sunlight could wake you from. “Father…” you whispered, beneath your breath and near-silent but not unheard.
Just before you could give into it, he sat up slightly and hovered his face above yours. “Keep your eyes open, angel,” he whispered quietly. You tried your best, blinking and squinting as the light from the room cast a bright glow around his dark hair. “Hey, look at me…”
His eyes were dark, and you could feel the weight of his stare— heavy and cold. Your blood stained his lips and dripped down his chin, and as your gaze followed one drop as it rolled down over this throat and stained his white collar, your eyes drifted shut again as you let out a slow sigh of defeat.
"Don't sleep," he instructed patiently. "Don't rest yet. There's more He has in store for you."
When something warm dripped down to your lips, into your slack and panting mouth, you swallowed it instinctively without thinking. It hurt your neck to swallow, and yet every time you did it, you hurt less.
And less. And less. Until all your pain was gone, and with renewed energy, you opened your eyes and reached up to grab his arm and pull it down to your mouth so you could suckle at the mark on his wrist. He smiled proudly down at you, even laughing just a bit, as he watched you moan and eagerly drink from him as well. Already you were addicted to the taste, to the rush of energy it gave you and to the way it felt to have his skin against your lips.
“That’s enough for now,” he chuckled, pulling his arm away, but you reached out for it still.
“No, Father—” you whined, sounding much too needy and pathetic for your tastes, but you couldn’t help it; you’d never felt quite like this, satisfied in a way you hadn’t realized you’d needed so badly.
“Don’t be greedy, little one,” he frowned, and the firm correction made your breath catch and your hips squirm for a moment. It certainly distracted you from your desire for his blood, and reminded you of your desire for… something else of his.
Your eyes were just a bit wide as they looked up at his face, then back to the arm you were reaching out for like a child clamoring for a toy— and already his wrist had healed, just a moment after you drank from it. You didn’t understand it fully, but you understood as much as you needed to; you could feel it in you, too, this power. You reached up to your neck and though there was blood still on your skin and staining the couch beneath you, your skin bore no wounds. For some reason, you hoped that his teeth might’ve still left a scar— and you looked up at him, finally noticing the way it felt to have his body on top of yours.
When you made eye contact with him, you could see the question in his eyes: What do you want? And you found the answer on your lips, before you even realized you’d found the strength to speak it.
"I'm hungry too, Father."
He smiled at you, gentle and heartwarming as ever, and reached up to cradle your face in his hand. You could feel his hesitance, and you understood what you were asking him to do was well outside of his rights as a priest, but you continued as you reached up to run your fingers through his hair.
"We've given ourselves to each other already, haven't we?" you whispered. "My blood is in you, and yours in me. Please, Father, take my flesh, too— take my body. It's yours."
"Sweet child," he sighed, leaning in closer and pressing up against you; you hummed happily, relieved by his closeness. "My precious dove… I took what I needed from you. It's only fair that I give you what you want as well, isn't it? That I provide what you came here for? Your reward, perhaps, for being such an agreeable meal."
You shifted uncomfortably beneath him, glancing away and gnawing your lip for a second. "It's not just a favor, though, is it?" you finally found the courage to ask— though you didn’t ask it courageously.
He laughed quietly, tilting his head slightly as he spoke. "Are you asking me if I lusted for you, the way you have for me?"
You were almost tempted to deny it, with him looking at you like that. "Yes, I am," you whispered.
"I did," he answered after a moment that was brief yet excruciating. "I did, and I was so used to denying myself that it was almost second nature to turn my gaze away… but lately, I've been feeling so much less guilty for my desires. And for my indulgences."
He still moved slowly, though, as he leaned down to kiss you. It gave you time to admire how lovely he looked like this, to run your fingers further through his hair and up over the back of his neck so you could pull him down to finish closing the gap and press your lips to his.
You tasted blood— yours, his, didn’t make much of a difference— and you tasted his tongue as it slid between your lips; you tasted wine, and it was sweeter this way than sipped from the chalice.
Your fingers clutched at his hair, mostly an accident as your fist had tightened instinctively, but he gasped against your lips and it only made it easier to deepen the kiss as you felt his body press up harder against yours. Only when you felt him between your legs did you realize they had opened on their own, and you whimpered quietly when you felt that he was hard— fuck, just getting him hard made your chest fill with the warmth of pride. Do they give out trophies or medals for this, for making your priest get a hard-on that you get to feel through his trousers as he ruts his hips up against you? Maybe a commemorative plaque? You wanted a commemorative plaque.
As titillating as a dirty little secret can be, this wasn’t like that. It didn’t feel wrong, or sinful, or clandestine. It felt so right and you knew he felt it, too, when he let you reach down to hastily open his belt. You knew he felt it in just the way he looked at you, stroking his thumb gently over your cheek— whispering to you, calling you his angel again just to see how desperate it made you.
But just before you could reach into his trousers and finally touch him, he pushed your hands away.
“Not yet,” he explained breathlessly. “I need to prepare you first. And if you touch me now, I won’t have the patience to do it properly.”
You somehow found the self-control to pull your hands back and nod, your bottom lip catching between your teeth as he sat up and his gaze lowered to your spread legs. He rolled up his sleeves (all nonchalant, like he didn’t even notice that it drove you fucking crazy) before he pushed your legs just a bit further apart and carefully slid the skirt of your dress up your thighs; you felt like a present being delicately unwrapped by one of those people who likes to save the paper, but, you know… in a sexy way. It’s hotter than it sounds.
He let out a little sigh, his chest visibly deflating from it, and tilted his head as he looked down at where your plain cotton panties barely covered you. One finger drew a line down the fabric, right over the seam of your lips, and even through the garment you felt it so clearly that your body jolted.
“Oh,” he smiled, “you’re so… responsive.”
You already felt so exposed to him like this, but it became much more literal when he hooked that finger under the panties and pulled them aside; even though it was quite warm in the room, there was just enough of a draft that seemed to cling to your opening, giving away to yourself how wet you must be already.
He got a little more intense for a second, his nostrils flaring briefly, and he grabbed your underwear with both hands, just by the waist, only to tear them off with a quick snap! that echoed around the room.
Fuck. So much for saving the paper.
“Oh, little dove,” he croaked as he tossed the ruined panties aside, holding your legs open again since you’d mindlessly begun to let them close. “God, look at you.”
It didn’t sound like he was taking the Lord’s name in vain, even though he obviously was. It sounded like he was completely aware and purposeful that he was invoking the Lord’s name in this moment; his gaze drank in the sight of your body with so much reverence that it seemed perfectly right for him to call on God right now.
You whimpered weakly, the sound nearly lost in the back of your throat, as his fingers started to spread you open and slide over your slickened folds. "No one else has ever even touched you before, have they?" he realized, watching the way you reacted to every little movement.
"No, Father, never," you assured, though you struggled to keep track of the conversation at this point.
"Have you touched yourself?" he pressed, smirking at you slightly.
You hesitated before you answered honestly, "yes."
"And did you think of me?" he wondered. "Did you imagine it was my fingers… exploring you? Taking you apart?"
A sigh fell from your lips as he rubbed your bud in gentle circles, but you remembered his question after a second and nodded quickly.
"Did you put your fingers inside yourself?"
"No," you confirmed. "I was too afraid."
"Are you afraid now?"
"No," you said again.
He pushed two fingers inside you at once, making a sharp pain tear through you for just a second. Thankfully, it faded quickly, and you were left with a curious fullness and the delightful friction of his fingers moving slowly against your walls.
And when they curled in just the right way, your hand shot out to grab his wrist before your mind had even reacted to the feeling. It was a sharp sort of pleasure, severe and nearly overwhelming from just a second of it. “F-Father,” you stammered, but he just smiled down at you, flashing teeth that still had a few traces of your blood on them.
“Oh, that’s it, isn’t it?” he cooed, curling his fingers into that spot again even as you tried to move his wrist or your hips enough to get the sensation to de-intensify just a little. "Why are you pushing me away?” he asked roughly, his free hand holding your hips tightly so you couldn’t squirm anymore. It was pitiful how you could fight with all your strength and he barely had to do anything to keep you at his mercy.
“I-it’s too much,” you whined. “Father, please…”
“It’s not too much,” he promised. “It’s exactly as much as it’s supposed to be. Now, tell me how it feels.”
“It feels— ah, fuck— it feels… good, but it’s so…” you trailed off, voice falling to a whisper. “I don’t know if I can take it…”
“You can,” he whispered back, leaning down a bit, letting go of your hips to hold your face. “You can, my sweet dove— I know you can.”
“Fuck,” you cursed again, seeing your leg start to shake as pressure gathered deep inside you.
You bit your lip to try to keep down some of your moans, but he corrected that near-instantly. “It's alright if it feels good," he encouraged you. "It's supposed to. Don't quiet yourself— I want to hear you."
He pressed harder against the spot, he moved his hand faster, and you tossed your head back with a wavering cry.
“That’s good, just like that,” he praised.
The feeling was building up so quickly inside you, making your hips rock and your thighs quiver and your back arch more and more with every twist of his fingers. There was something familiar about the weight that pressed right up against your entrance, from the inside, and your eyes shot open in shock and fear as you worried what would happen when you reached the peak. To be entirely transparent and a little crass, it felt like you needed to pee— really bad.
You tried to warn him or ask him to stop but when your mouth opened, all that came out were moans and pleas for more. “Give into it, dove, don’t be afraid— just let go,” he soothed, though the softness of his voice was ironic contrasted with the brutal force of his fingers fucking into you with unmatched speed. He had to keep raising his voice to be heard over the sound of your desperate, crying moans: “I know you can take it, come on, I know you can," he groaned, sounding almost demanding in the most delightful way. "Oh, I know you're so close… I wanna hear you, c'mon, sing for me little dove— come for me, show me you’re ready for me to take you.”
The best way to describe it would be like a massive ocean wave hitting a wall; like it was building and building until it crashed all at once. And when it crashed, you let out a noise you were sure that you’d never made before as you felt a sudden gush of liquid come out of your body.
You tried to sit up to see what was happening, but you were too weak, too overwhelmed as convulsions shuddered through your body like electric sparks up a coil. For a second he didn’t slow down— for a second you thought he wouldn’t stop at all, leave you suspended in this no matter how loud you screamed or how drained of energy you became. But, thankfully, he had mercy on you and slowed his movements down to let you start to catch your breath and process what you had done. Finally you could lift your head and look down at the mess you’d made.
He didn’t need to ask if that was new for you: it was obvious, with the way your mouth and eyes were wide open when you looked up at him. He seemed a little surprised, too, but less than you were; after all, he’d rolled his sleeves up, so he must’ve seen it coming to some extent, right?
And it was a good thing he did, too, because his forearm had gotten the worst of it: you noticed a few spots where wetness had darkened his clothes and the couch, too, but you noticed a larger patch of wetness right by where the bulge of his cock threatened to pop right out of his trousers. Of course, after a moment, you realized that one wasn’t from you, and your face (which was still a little numb and tingly from your orgasm) warmed up quickly.
“O-oh, Father, please,” you whimpered, “I-I’ve been good, I need you…”
“I know, dove,” he cooed as he carefully pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth where he sucked on them shamelessly. “I know, and you’ve been so very good,” he agreed once he was done licking your taste from his hand, his voice a little deeper now as he leaned down to hover over you again.
“I’m ready— please, Father,” you whispered, humming happily when he pushed his trousers out of the way and pulled his cock out with a tight grip around it.
But, you see, you felt a little bit less ready when you actually saw it. Because only then did you appreciate that it was much, much bigger than two fingers. You really didn’t see how it would ever fit inside you, but you were still excited to try.
He only had to move his hips forward a bit to press himself right up against you; that close by, it was even more intimidating, though the warmth of his body was also soothing as well. He looked down to watch his cock rub over your opening, and the sight seemed to have quite the effect on him considering he let out a little sigh and shut his eyes for a moment.
"Forgive me," he whispered hoarsely, gaze darting up to your face again briefly when he opened his eyes. "I've never… I won't make it very long, I don't think. I'll try, but—"
"It doesn't matter," you promised. “Please just— fuck, Father, I need to feel you inside me.”
You didn’t usually swear this much. But, you didn’t usually drink blood and have sex with priests, either, and those were probably a bigger deal than the swearing. And it’s a good thing, too, because you did it again when he slid his cock inside you in one stroke.
“Fuck!” you sobbed, clutching at his arms through his sleeves hard enough that you were at risk of tearing the fabric.
His head fell onto your shoulder; he was trying so hard not to move, to be patient and gentle with you, and you could tell from the way he breathed like he was halfway through running a marathon even though you were both completely still. He was trying so hard not to move, but he’d already given in to so many instincts tonight, and his self-control wasn’t exactly at its highest right now.
So he moved, and you cried, but he reached up to hold your face in his hands and kiss your tears away. “Father,” you whispered to him under your breath.
“My dove,” he whispered back.
The stretch left a stinging, burning pain inside you; every movement of his hips only hurt you more, but you didn’t even mind. You liked it, even. Once already tonight he’d given you pain so he could take his own pleasure, and it didn’t bother you much either way.
Of course, when he pulled out just enough to push his head against your spot, it wasn’t all pain for you anymore. You were so sensitive from coming before that it took no time at all to begin treading that same path again.
His breaths were so heavy that each was nearly a moan, if a rough and deep one so quiet you'd almost miss them. But they were like music to your ears; you wanted to hear nothing but his pleasure from now on, if it sounded this good.
When your head tilted back to let a shiver tingle up your spine, you felt his lips against your neck, licking up what was left of the blood from your wound and leaving gentle kisses and bites over your jaw. You moaned at the feeling— louder than you’d expected, and petering out to a whimper at the end..
"You sound so sweet, little dove," he whispered roughly, "and you feel… I don't think I have the words for how you feel."
He started to rock his hips a bit faster, your hands gripping tighter on his neck and tugging unintentionally on his hair again. Overall he was still moving quite slowly— patient, deliberate, like he was savoring every detail of your body— and pressing himself deep into you at the end of each thrust. So deep that you choked on your little whine each time; so deep that you were sure he had claimed your entire body as his plaything.
And you didn't mind at all, you were happy to belong to him when this was how he staked his ownership. Already a humming, electric feeling buzzed under your skin, making your fingers and toes curl and forcing desperate moans to jump out of your slack mouth.
Each pang of pleasure made your walls tighten; which made you both wince from the unbearable tightness of it all. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he asked darkly.
“Y-yes,” you groaned, even though you could hardly believe it. “Yes, Father, don’t stop…”
Even so, when the peak of it hit you, it was so intense that you almost wanted him to stop after all; your hands found purchase on his shoulders and tried to push him away, but he grabbed them by the wrist and pinned each of them back to the cushions of the couch beside your head, beginning to thrust faster.
"Oh, sweet dove,," he groaned, struggling to hold himself back when he could feel your body succumbing to the pleasure he brought you with his own. "You can't let anyone else touch you. You have to be mine."
“Yours,” you agreed, “yours, Father, I’m yours—”
“Christ,” he hissed, and you hadn’t expected to not only hear him swear, but to hear him say that at a time like this. It was… jarring; incredibly hot, yes, but also jarring. “Say that again.”
“I’m yours,” you promised, clutching at his black shirt as you stared up at him through your lashes with half-lidded eyes. “All yours.”
The sound that slipped out from between his teeth was undeniably a growl, and he descended on you for one more ravenous kiss as his thrusts became so fast and desperate that all you could hear was his skin against yours.
And then his pace faltered; and then, as he sighed against your lips, a warmth began to fill you from the inside, not at all unlike the warmth in your stomach when you drank his blood. His thrusts stuttered and slowed to a stop, both of you letting out a low sound of satisfaction, both of you sinking down into the couch and each other.
He laid his head on your shoulder, smiling and letting out a quick ‘hm’ to himself.
"What?" you pressed quietly, reaching up to comb your fingers through his hair.
"I can hear your heartbeat," he explained. "I mean, I could before, but… it doesn't make me hungry like it used to. Or at least, not in the same way."
You smiled and let your eyes fall shut, relaxing beneath his weight. It made it hard to breathe, but it was also oddly comforting.
The two of you laid that way, silent except for quiet breathing and still except for your fingers twirling locks of his hair, for an immeasurable amount of time. You never fell asleep, but you weren’t quite awake either: you just let yourself float in that lovely in-between place, finding your mind uncharacteristically quiet and empty of worries.
When he started to move, the dull ache of soreness inside you pulled you from rest and made you wince slightly. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “I’ll try to do this carefully…”
He was still hard, which meant he was still as big as he had been this whole time, which meant it was a little painful for him to pull out right now-- but as soon as he’d done it, you felt his warm come begin to leak slowly from your opening, and somehow it eased the sting.
Once he had sat back with a slow exhale, you sat up as well and licked your lips as you saw your own blood stain his cock; it was almost as if you moved on instinct as you found yourself sitting up, reaching for him and looking up for approval.
"Oh, Father, let me— please…" you begged, but before you even got an answer you were bending forward and licking the blood off of his length, hearing him groan a little as his hand gripped your shoulder.
He hissed in a breath when you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, while you moaned quietly at the taste of his come and yours blending together. It tasted so wonderful that you couldn’t help but keep licking over every inch of him, hoping to taste it all, and he certainly didn’t make any move to stop you.
You adjusted your position until you were (semi)comfortably on your hands and knees, though it was more like hand and knees since only one kept you balanced while the other gripped his thigh through the shoved-down trouser pants. When you started to suck on the head again, swirling your tongue and licking up the thin liquid that gathered at his slit, you found a natural rhythm of bobbing your head and taking him just a bit deeper with each movement.
At first, when you gagged, you felt a little embarrassed and worried you would disappoint him-- but he groaned as he grabbed your hair, and pulled you down to make you do it again.
He let you go just in time for you to pull back and get a gasp of air, looking up at him with watery eyes from beneath his erection casting a shadow on your face. You were ready for more, but his hand wrapped around your neck kept you from leaning in again, and pulled you up to meet him where he leaned down into a sloppy (yet perfect) kiss.
You found yourself trying to chase him when he pulled back, but that hand on your neck kept you at bay and you blinked your eyes open to find him smiling proudly at your neediness. “I wish you could stay all night,” he whispered, “but we should wash the blood off your clothes and get you home before your parents worry.”
With a nervous swallow that pressed your throat against his hand, you nodded.
𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.”
You heard the quiet exhale of a suppressed laugh, glancing through the latticed partition to see his fingers intertwined while his hands rested on his lap. It was pretty dark inside the confession booth, but there was just enough light to sparkle on the golden embroidered details of his chasuble.
“I’ve known a man,” you continued, “outside of marriage.”
“In the Biblical sense?” he asked.
You scoffed a little. “I guess you could say that.”
“And what does it feel like? To be with him," Father Paul asked quietly.
“It feels like a little glimpse of Heaven,” you explained. “And since I think I’ve surrendered my shot at ever getting to see it for much longer than that, I might as well get as many glimpses as I can, right?”
"Sound logic," he chuckled. "I'm guessing that means I'll see you at the parsonage later this evening."
"How long should I wait to leave? So it isn't suspicious?"
"Come with me as soon as everyone's left," he demanded. "Tell your parents you're helping me with… something."
"Something?" you repeated incredulously.
"I don't care what anyone suspects anymore," he groaned, "I just need you. And I'm hungry."
"You know I can't satisfy that urge," you smirked. "My blood won't cut it now that… now that I have a little bit of you inside me."
"More than a little bit, I bet," he added, like he didn't even care that it made a tingle hit right between your legs. "Doesn't matter, though— I have something that'll feed us both. For a while, at least. Take communion with me tonight, angel… after we visit Heaven once or twice."
Even with no one to see it, you fought to keep from grinning ear to ear. And though you knew it was risky, you were helpless to his commands to come see him as soon as you could, giving a flimsy excuse to anyone who cared to ask why you were staying late at the church.
The second you knocked on his door, he opened it; and the second he opened his door, he pulled you inside and pounced on you.
His hands ran all over you, his body pressed you back against the wall, his lips and tongue tasted all over your neck. "I meant to tell you, you gave a really nice homily today," you managed to pant breathlessly.
"Thanks," he groaned softly. "It was so hard to write, when all I've been able to think about for days is you and the way you sound and the way you feel and the way you taste…"
You purred beneath the weight of him, finding your hips rocking up of their own accord.
"Are you hungry, little dove?" he whispered. You nodded desperately, and he reached onto the table nearby to hold up the crystal decanter of communion wine; before you could reach for it, he opened it and moved it to your lips. "The blood of the covenant," he spoke to you as he lifted it and allowed you to drink. Your hunger washed away— some of it, at least— and you hummed happily between swallows.
He pulled it back when you were done, and you licked your lips to get the last drop down. It was his turn now, and he took a long swig: as he drank from the decanter, a drop of sacrament rolled down from the corner of his mouth; so you pressed your tongue to his jaw and licked up the dark red line, moaning quietly at the relief even just a drop of the liquid brought to your aching stomach.
His throat bobbed with each swallow, and even without your new power and its new cost, his neck looked fucking delicious.
As he finished and stopped tilting the decanter back, he met your gaze and set it aside. He smiled— gosh, his teeth were sharper than you remembered— and cradled your face in his hands
"Oh, dove," he cooed. "I've filled your belly, but you need more. You need to be filled another way."
You whimpered pitifully as you nodded. "Yes, Father, please…"
"Get on your knees," he instructed quietly, "and pray."
Summary: After a ravaging storm, the poor church of Crockett Island had gained a few leaks. So being one of the few construction workers still on the island, Beverly Keane asked if you could repair it. You agreed. It was better than nothing, and to be honest it got you a closer look at the newest member of the island: Father Paul Hill. So, what will happen after spending some time together? What will happen with this unusual tension building between the two of you?
A constant, grating, banging pounded violently somewhere off in the distance.
You groaned from the warmth and safety of your bed. You initially chalked up the banging to a loose piece of wood rapping against your home due to the fierce storm last night, however it was too consistent. It was rhythmic, a simple tune.
After a few more grueling minutes of banging, you had finally come to the unfortunate conclusion someone was at your front door. It was all but shortly confirmed when your name was shouted from the other side.
Fuck.
You rolled out of bed, and shuffled down the hall to the front door. The storm raged nearly all night and you - what felt like minutes ago - had just fallen asleep, only to now be awoken by a demanding stranger. Whoever they were, they were not your favorite person in the world at this moment.
More irritating knocking.
“I’m coming!” You shouted, and grumbled a string of curses under the next breath.
I swear -
You flung open the door.
To your surprise, Beverly Keane stood on the other side with her fist raised about to cause more commotion. Beverly was never your favorite person to begin with, so this irksome early morning encounter didn’t change much. The two of you were cordial at best, but never friends or even neighbors for this matter. So, to see her on your doorstep was a miracle in itself.
You leaned on your doorframe in your baggy, stained, clothes compared to her neatly pressed blouse, hand knit cardigan, and ankle length skirt. You crossed your arms, eyeing her curiously. “Morning, Beverly, what can I do for you?”
She lowered her fist and cleared her throat. “I’ve come to possibly ask for your assistance for a certain task.”
You cocked an eyebrow. “Meaning?”
Her lips thinned. “The church has some possible leaks. Early this morning, Father Paul had noticed some puddles and suspected it to be from holes in the roof. We were hoping you could give your professional opinion on them and fix them however you see fit.”
“And what about Sturge?”
Sturge was more of Beverly’s choice in these types of matters. Although he was a construction worker much like yourself, he also dealt - and you believed preferred - with managing all the boats of Crockett Island. While, you preferred the land.
“Yes, well, Sturge is a busy man dealing with the Bell and the Breeze. So, you are the next best logical solution to our problem.”
You hummed a faint ‘Ah’.
“So?” Beverly paused. Disdain flickered behind her beady eyes then asked, “Will you help?”
You weren’t a churchgoer, or very religious in general. You had an inclination that Beverly would rather swallow rusty nails, then deal with your apparent skepticism and the sin which trailed along behind you. Yet, here she was. She had swallowed those nails, put on a strained smile hoping you could help, while secretly praying you wouldn’t.
So, why would you say no, giving her that satisfaction?
“Yeah,” you answered swiftly, pushing yourself off the doorframe. “Give me like an hour to get dressed, get something to eat, get my things together, and I’ll be over.”
She smiled, that awfully pained one. “Great, the Father will be happy to hear it.”
“I’m sure he will. Later, Beverly.”
She simply hummed, spinning on her heel and walking off in a slight puff.
Shutting the door, you rubbed your temples and reluctantly began your day.
After your typical morning routine, you headed outside to your garage - or refurbished shed. It was no bigger than your bedroom, and somewhat cramped. But, it was enough for you, your work, and your hobbies. Opening up the double doors, you strolled in and yanked on the pull cord. A single bright light flickered on it the center of the room, and was quickly followed by a stream of soft orange glow. The top corners were strung with hanging lights, similar to fairy lights.
A smile tugged on your lips.
Your workshop.
You truly spent more time out here than in your own house; which was shown by the stack of dirty cups and plates left behind on your workbench. Wood chips and dust covered them as unfinished projects leaned up against the tower of dishes.
You turned your attention to the far corner of the shed to a bulky blue tarp. Walking the few short paces, you yanked it off revealing a golf cart underneath - one with a few modifications. Perfect for any weather: rain, wind, or sun. It was one of, if not the only, vehicle on this island. Most people walked to where they needed to go: to the general store, to the ferries, or to the church, that was it.
Not much to do, or explore, on Crockett Island.
Your cart had become a staple on the small island, from time to time it served as fun rides during community get-togethers or the go-to for helping lug around stuff. The backend had a trunk bed perfect for all activities but now was filled with tools, all of which was from your last job - helping redo the sign of the general store. Items you were honestly too lazy to put back in their proper places. But, not all the items.
You quickly scoured through your shed and piled other possible tools you may need as well as securing the ladder in place. You pushed open the double doors as far back as they could go, picked the keys off the nearby hook, and started it up. The cart rumbled to life. You backed out carefully, hopped off to shut the doors, then sped off down the dirt path.
You arrived at the church in what felt like seconds.
Tires kicked up mud as you parked out front. You looked around hoping to find the Father - or the newest one: Father Paul Hill, the temporary replacement for Monsignor Pruitt until his health returns. But, unfortunately, you doubted it. Pruitt had withered, and stories swirled about his deteriorating state of mind.
You sighed, and turned off the cart.
Better to start then wait around.
You grabbed your tool belt, and the ladder, then strolled over to the side of the church. You unfolded the ladder and extended it out, leaning it against the green tinted, once freshly painted white, wooden boards. You slowly climbed up and -
It slipped.
Your heart sank.
Luckily, it only slipped a few inches.
The rubber ends of the ladder slid across the still dewy grass; a quick settling.
Shaking your head, you let out a shaky breath. You cursed under your breath, and climbed - scrambled - up the ladder faster than before. However, up top, you paused. Inhaling the smell of the wet earth, you sighed loudly. A smile stretched over your lips. Spinning around, you were king of your own world. Nothing could touch you. Nothing mattered. Up high, the after storm breeze kissed your cheeks. It blew through your clothes and hair uplifting you. You closed your eyes, tilting your head back. The sunlight, through the moving clouds, warmed your chilly skin.
This.
This was one of the few perks of working in construction.
Opening your eyes, you lowered them to the roof, one that had seen better days. Time to work. You carefully treaded over the shingles to the back corner. You decided to work your way up, inspecting every inch and spot these leaks Beverly spoke of.
One there.
And there.
And -
A minor sinking feeling weighed in the pit of your stomach. Maybe, you should have told Beverly no. It wasn’t much work, but it would be busy, tedious work. Then again, you supposed being busy was better than no work at all.
After marking all the leaks and the areas for new shingles, you finally reached the front of the church roof. You carefully walked up to the edge, your fingers found purchase in the grooves of the tower for the church bell. A bell which hardly ever rang these days. You could recall on your hands alone the amount of times the brass bell rang, most of which were for funerals and the occasional rare wedding.
You casted your gaze up to the cloudy sky, watching as the grey clouds skated across it and taking the muggy cool air with it. Treetops, still bare and preparing for spring, swayed and bent. You cautiously leaned closer into the tower, trying to enjoy your world in the clouds.
Footsteps clapped.
Your eyes instantly dropped.
Father Paul climbed down the steps of the church, heading for the path.
“Hello, Father.”
Father Paul jumped and spun around. He looked left and right until he finally turned his gaze upward to you. You smiled down at him. He quickly matched your smiling, chuckling to himself. “I was wondering why I was hearing thudding earlier. I had forgotten Ms. Keane informed me you would be inspecting the roof today.”
Seeing how I didn’t know until this morning, it’s not a surprise.
“Yeah, just me up here. Not Santa or God knocking.”
He laughed, shaking his head.
In that brief moment, you had unknowingly decided you always wanted to hear his laugh.
Father Paul Hill was handsome with a kind, charming face. A face of a good hearted person, a face perfect for a priest. You only caught glimpses of him, but you knew the second your eye laid on him your heart was stolen.
Stolen by a saint.
A true tragedy.
“So,” he placed his hands on his hips, “what’s the damage?”
You hissed through your teeth. “Ooo, it’s going to be expensive. New roof, new everything, and it will cost you a lot of money.”
His shoulders dropped along with his smile. “Oh, well, I guess that should have been a given. It has been around for -“
“I’m joking!” You cut him off. His sullen face was a stab in your heart. You had hoped he caught into your sarcasm, and teasing tone, but he hadn’t. “I’m sorry, I was just messing with you, Father. It’s just a few small holes which is a pretty easy fix. I could get started tomorrow.”
His eyes lit up. “Oh, oh! That’s great to hear. Sorry, humor is not so prevalent in the church.” His lips twitched upward. Humor may be zapped from the church, but not from him, not entirely.
You snorted. “Right.”
“Ah, Father, have you made all the arrangements for the service?”
Both you and Father Paul turned your attention to Beverly approaching.
She glanced up at you, her smile tight. “(Y/N), how lovely it is to see you again. I bet the view from up there is one of a kind, especially on a church roof. Higher to God than anyone else here.” She clapped her hands in front of her. “So, what can you tell us about the roof?”
You opened your mouth, however, Father Paul answered for you instead. “Expensive, far, far more than either of us could have anticipated.”
He threw you a sly smirk. You had to bite back your smile. But, Beverly simply sighed with her usual frown. “Of course, it’s an old church, not a spring chicken like any of us here. I suppose we could funnel some founds -“
“Bev, I’m joking.” Father Paul interrupted. “(Y/N) said it is an easy fix and can start tomorrow.”
Beverly blinked. “Oh!” She then smiled widely with far too many teeth. “You are a trickster, Father Paul.”
She chuckled.
Father Paul rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly.
Beverly turned her beady gaze back onto you. “A quick repair, I hope?”
You best complete it quickly.
You smiled, almost sneering at her. “Yes, I can get it all done tomorrow, it’ll just be a couple of hours. I can make a call to Sturge to pick up a few things on the mainland for me and bring it back on the Breeze. The rest I can pick up at the general store or I already have it back at my house.”
“Perfect.” She looked back to the Father. “Well, if everything is good then I’ll be off. I will see you later, Father. And have a pleasant day to you, (Y/N).”
“See you around, Beverly.”
She nodded then walked off down the rocky path.
Back to her cave.
“Well, is there anything you need?”
Your eyes wandered back to Father Paul. His eager - always ready to assist - eyes bore up at you. Eyes of a priest devoted to the community. You smiled. Warm, and welcoming, so unlike the short one you gave Beverly. “Actually, yes.”
He perked up.
“Can you just hold the ladder for me? It slid a few inches earlier from last night’s rain and it’s probably okay now, but I don’t want to risk it.”
“Of course.” He rounded the church and you followed him from up on the roof. He latched onto the end of the ladder, peering up at you. “Okay, I got you,” he smiled up at you.
I got you.
Three simple words never made you feel so safe, so seen. Your heart flipped in your chest at its little innocent crush. You, however, quickly brushed aside those thoughts and feelings. Gripping the ladder, you made your slow, careful descent.
Father Paul watched for a moment, almost unsure where else to look. His heart skipped - a flutter, an ache. He quickly glanced away, finding interest in the damp grass, in the tiny water droplets, not in your body, not in -
“Alright, Father, you can back up now. I’m good from here.” He was jolted out of his thoughts and stepped back - two large steps. You hopped down the last steps and twisted around smiling at him. “Thanks for the help.”
“No problem.” His heart hammered, lodging into his throat. It pushed, and constricted his airways, similar to the sensation forming in his pants. A sensation he had long since forgotten.
Or tried to.
“Well, I guess I will be back tomorrow morning. Until then, Father.”
“… until then, (Y/N).” He mumbled.
He slowly retreated to his rectory, however he kept glancing back. He watched as you effortlessly folded your ladder, lifted it up, and hooked it to your cart. You were fluid like a dancer: spinning to pick up the tool bin, swaying your hips to scoot around edges, hopping to the tips of your toes to secure everything down.
It was hypnotic to watch.
He swallowed, pushing down old feelings.
You jumped into your cart ready to go. Yet, you couldn’t help it. You peered over your shoulder. Father Paul awkwardly stood on the porch, he gave a lopsided smile and waved. A warmth spread over your chest. You returned the smile - brighter and fuller than his - and waved goodbye before driving off.
Leaving you both excited for tomorrow to come.
The next morning, Father Paul leaned on one of the posts on his porch overlooking the scenery: low fog skirted over the ground; the sunlight streamed through the trees, not yet quite high in the pale clear sky. He clutched a hot cup of coffee, hugging it for warmth. He inhaled the steamy bitterness, and sighed deeply.
This was one of his favorite pastimes. To pause, to breathe, and to watch.
But, there was another reason. One he didn’t dare speak out loud.
He was waiting for you.
He wanted to see you before he truly started his day. He wanted to see your smile, and how it reached your eyes making them crinkle. He wanted to hear your voice, and how it sang above all the other bland white noises. He wanted to be near you, to feel your presence, and how it warmed his body and soul.
He wanted to see his walking desires.
The one person who haunted his waking and sleeping mind. The one person who distracted him from his purpose, his path.
He itched.
He itched - like an addict - to get a glimpse of you.
He sipped his coffee, hoping it could soothe the itch - the need.
It didn’t.
It didn’t even compare.
He eyed his watch. He sighed, as his shoulders drooped. There were things to do, and he shouldn’t waste any more time. He spun on his heel, taking two steps towards the door.
Rocks and pebbles kicked up, bouncing and rolling across the path. The crunching grew louder and louder. Tires screeched to a grinding halt.
Father Paul whipped around. His fingers immediately retracted from the doorknob.
Your cart pulled up to the church, parking crookedly. You hopped out and stared up at the old church. A determined smile crossed your lips.
The Father’s heart skipped.
You, however, had yet to see him. So, you started to set up a workstation with a table and an assortment of tools and supplies. You grabbed the ladder and propped it against the church, giving it a good shake ensuring it would hopefully not slip this time.
You twisted back around.
A figure was caught in your peripheral vision. You glanced over. It was Father Paul. He stood on his porch, watching you. He was still in what you assumed to be pajamas: grey sweatpants, plain white shirt, and a muted blue cardigan pulled over his shoulders.
So domestic. So ordinary. Right then, he was a face that would get lost in a crowd. A man who woke up for work at a boring office job. Not a man who dedicated his life to faith.
Your heart fluttered at the rare sight. You waved at him, smiling.
He smiled, waving back.
Your eyes soaked in his appearance, one last time, before turning and getting to work.
Father Paul hungrily scanned you up and down, one last hit, and walked indoors.
You walked over to your cart, grabbed a pair of headphones then pressed play on your phone. Fast pace music, a heavy bass, flooded your ears shaking off the rest of your morning exhaustion. You bobbed your head along to the beat, smiling to yourself. You laid out a tarp at the side of the church for any debris. You clipped on your tool belt, hoisted a pile of shingles over your shoulders, and climbed up the ladder. Stepping onto the roof, you moved around setting yourself up.
The music uplifted you, it energized you.
It also trapped you within your own secluded world. You failed to notice a bump, or hear a bang.
Unaware of anything, you strolled over to the first leak and got to work. You removed and tossed the old shingles over the side into the blue tarp. You patched and fixed the roof underneath, then started laying out and nailing in the new shingles. A mindless task. One shingle, a few nails, another shingle, more nails - it was an easy pattern, an easy rhythm which matched your music. But, when you reached over you found nothing, you were one shingle short.
You sighed heavily, groaning internally.
You stood up and walked towards the ladder and -
You froze.
Where’s the ladder?
Carefully, you peered over the edge. The ladder in question was sprawled out in the grass like a drunken fool passed out after a rough night. You pinched the bridge of your nose.
Of course. Of fucking course.
You looked back down. You were way too high up. Even if you managed to dangle yourself over the edge - without damaging the roof more - you would still seriously hurt yourself. Fuck me. You crouched down, trying to peer into the Father's cabin. Maybe he is still home. You didn’t see him leave, but then again you didn’t notice knocking over the ladder.
You grumbled.
You couldn’t see anything from this high angle. All you saw was the bottom of the door and the porch.
You sighed, and pulled off your headphones. “Father?” You called out.
Nothing.
Your lips thinned. “Father Paul?” You shouted louder this time.
Seconds ticked.
Your nerves rose.
“Father Paul -“
The front door burst open. Father Paul, poor Father Paul, stumbled out wide eyed.
And halfway through his morning routine.
His raven hair was damp and slicked back. His typical attire - black button up and jeans - was half done. His sleeves were rolled up and the top few buttons were undone, exposing his chest speckled in water droplets, and a used face cloth was tossed over his shoulder. His face was hastily wiped clean, missing spots of shaving cream under his chin. Yet, his chin still sported a five o’clock shadow.
He was fresh out of the shower, and about to shave.
You almost felt bad.
Almost.
An intense heat spread over your chest to the tips of your ears.
Domestic just like before, but far from ordinary. It was scandalous - sinful. Like a behind the scenes picture no one should see, or it would shatter the illusion.
Your thoughts swirled widely out of control. Thoughts of watching him shave as you leaned on the bathroom door and him catching your loving gaze in the mirror, maybe you even offer to help when he missed a spot; thoughts of him in the shower then stepping out wrapping a towel around his waist and running his fingers through his wet hair as water drips down his back and chest; thoughts of you hopping into the shower with him and helping wash away the dirt and day away; thoughts of -
“- the problem?”
You snapped out of your thoughts. You peered down. He stood at the side of the church, glancing up at you. His eyebrows knitted together, and his eyes - those warm brown chocolate eyes - filled with concern. You cleared your throat, “I’m sorry, Father, I didn’t mean to …”
To what? Frighten him? Break him out of his routine? Have these lewd thoughts? You felt there was a lot to apologize for.
“Nonsense, don’t apologize, you called for me. So, what seems to be the problem?”
“It’s honestly not that big of a deal.” You sighed and joked, “It seems the ladder and I are fighting again. It doesn’t want to cooperate today.”
Father Paul looked around to see yes it was knocked over buried within the grass. He snorted. “So it seems.”
“Could you please just lean it back up against the church for me?”
He placed his hands on his hips, smiling up at you. “I will, but you should invest in a standalone ladder, one that can support itself.”
“I should, but good old reliable never steered me wrong before.”
“And yet here we are.”
You chuckled, “Yeah, I guess you got me there.”
He smiled, shaking his head. He walked over and picked up the dysfunctional ladder. He carefully placed it against the church, but he didn’t let go.
You smiled down at him. “You can let go. It shouldn’t fall this time.”
“And I’m not taking any chances.”
“Suit yourself.”
He did.
In the guise of being the generous helping hand, he stayed put. His fists tightened, the metal edges burying into his palms, as he watched you. His heart skipped - flew. It leapt out of its rusty cage and fluttered happily around. It was dizzying, more so than yesterday. And it was also wrong, he almost felt like a peeping Tom. But, disgust had no room in his heart.
Before you could speak, Father Paul gingerly stepped back giving you the space. You landed firmly on the ground, and spun around smiling at him. “Thanks … again.”
He smiled, tilting his head. “Anytime.”
The two of you shared a moment.
A moment of rising tension. It buzzed in your chest and over your skin. It crackled in the air, the beginning of an explosion - a ticking time bomb.
You, however, quickly stepped in, snipping the wires to defuse it.
Hopefully, the correct ones.
You tore your gaze away. “Right, well, I guess I’ll get back to work. I’ll holler again if I need anything.”
“Please do.”
You tried not to stare, tried to keep those sinful thoughts at bay. So, you simply smiled and nodded, afraid of your own voice at this moment.
Father Paul smiled back then turned around heading back inside.
You greedily drank him in with his back turned. His jeans were far too tight for a priest. He ducked inside, shutting the door behind him.
The thud of the door broke you out of your trance. You sighed, banging your fist against your head. As if to try and knock out these thoughts, these persisting thoughts. So, you instead put your focus back into your work.
Something the Father should also be doing. His to-do list only seemed to grow. Yet, when Father Paul finished his morning routine, he stood by his window watching you.
He watched as you glided around - floating with a hum in your throat; watched as you swayed your hips to your music; watched as you patted your forehead dry with the edge of your shirt granting him a glimpse of your body; watched as you stood on the roof staring off into the woods or up at the sky; watched as you drank your water and splashed yourself a bit to cool yourself off; watched as -
Watched as desire planted its intoxicating roots deeper within his heart.
Everything - everything - you did was captivating. He simply couldn't tear his eyes away. It was his own personal play, show, or movie he wouldn’t dare blink or glance away fearing to miss a single important detail.
You stood on the new patched roof with your hands on your hips. A proud smile wormed its way onto your lips. Your work was finally completed and flawless. Satisfied, you stepped down the ladder, tossing your headphones on your makeshift workbench. You grabbed your water, taking a long needed swig.
“Is it safe to say you completed your repairs?”
You turned, looking at Father Paul. You swallowed the last of your water, and placed it on the bench. “Yeah,” you breathed out.
“Impressive,” he glanced over to the church, “you accomplished it far quicker than I thought you would. But, I should have expected this from one of the best.”
Your cheeks warmed a little under his praise. “Yes, well, it was a simple fix.”
He smiled, softly. “One that I couldn’t fix. I would probably have made a bigger hole if I was up there.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Well, I don’t think I could talk for hours in front of a crowd every week. We all have our own strengths.”
He blinked, surprised by your comment, then chuckled. “Yes, I suppose you are right.”
You truly loved his laugh. The deep rumble, like the sound of angels blowing their trumpets.
“Actually, I have something to ask of you before you go.” He shuffled side to side. “I think there is a draft coming through the bedroom window, do … do you think you could take a look at it?”
You had nowhere else to be, so you nodded. “Sure.”
You followed the Father into the small cabin and into the back to the bedroom. Your mind tried to wander with distracting thoughts, but you focused on what the Father asked of you.
And not on where he slept.
You ran your fingers over the window, examining it while Father Paul hovered in the doorway.
There.
A breeze blew from the lower left corner.
“Yeah, I can feel a breeze right here but nothing a little caulk can’t fix. And lucky for you Father I have some with me.”
“A true miracle.” He joked.
You snorted.
You shot up and brushed by him - ignoring how your skin flared being so close - to go back to your cart to grab a tube of caulk. Walking back in, you showed him the tube with a triumphant smile. He laughed a little to himself.
Back in his bedroom, you crouched down to your knees in front of the window. Your fingers trailed along the edges, finding the correct spot. Here. Air whistled. A chill blew on the pads of your fingers. Lifting up the tube of caulk, you sealed off the corner.
“This should do the trick,” you said out loud. “And looking at this, I would keep an eye out for any more drafts. Maybe in a year or two someone should replace the frames, it looks like the salty air and weather in general has worn them down a bit.”
You temporarily set the caulk on the floor to inspect your work. Perfect. You turned to ask the Father if he needed anything else when you were met with darkness.
Well, darkness of jeans.
Your eyes trailed up.
Father Paul loomed over you. He bent slightly looking at your handiwork. His eyes dropped, connecting with yours. He smiled, “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind for Monsignor.”
Your breath hitched.
He was so close.
With you on your knees, in front of him, it sent a whirlwind of emotions rushing through you. Your mouth dried. Those thoughts from earlier happily returned.
Swallowing nervously, you slowly rose to your feet, all the while unable to break eye contact with Father Paul. He never stepped back. He only straightened his back giving you the thin room to stand.
A shared bated breath passed.
The tension returned; the explosion now imminent.
Your feverish heartbeat rang in your ears.
Say something.
Move.
Yet, all your reasonable thoughts vanished at the mere possibility of what could happen.
Then Father Paul’s eyes flickered. A quick jump, a flash to your parted lips. He was enthralled, fascinated by the plump curves.
The detonator stopped ticking, and was shortly followed by sweet destruction.
Like a coiled viper, Father Paul leapt. His hands cupped your face, fiercely pulled you in.
His lips meddled against yours.
You hummed, fluttering your eyes closed.
Your feet stumbled backwards and your back hit the wall. Like horny teenagers, both of your hands touched every part of each other’s body.
Father Paul broke the kiss - and you almost whined - but his lips quickly moved to your jaw and down your neck. Sighing, you craned your neck and bunched up the front of his shirt. His surprisingly nimble fingers unclipped your tool belt, sending it crashing to the ground with a thunderous bang.
That should have been the warning. That should have snapped each of you out of your haze.
Yet, it only fueled you both.
Like a dinner bell.
Father Paul nipped at your neck, enjoying your shallow breathy sighs. Your hands caressed his chest. You, however, were craving more. Lust was injected into your veins; all by a certain someone sucking and marking at your neck. But, his shirt and those pesky buttons were in the way. You tried to undo - tried, and tired, fumbling them with your shaky hand. Frustrated, you ripped open his shirt, sending buttons pinging onto the floor. Your cool hands ran over his hot skin. He hummed, nuzzling his face into your neck. Taking a low steady breath, his fingers greedily unbuttoned your pants. You pushed off the wall, forcing him back.
Clothes started to fly off.
You shimmied out of your pants and removed your shirt. Father Paul tossed aside his ruined shirt. He ripped off his belt and awkwardly kicked off his pants. It left you both only in your undergarments, but you could only be apart for so long.
You grabbed Father Paul’s face, bringing him in for another kiss. Far messier, more needy. He groaned. His hands splayed on your lower back, flushing you against his body. He was desperate to have you as close as possible. His hand inched up, following the curve of your back. His fingers easily unhooked your bra, and easily tossed it aside.
He soon guided you over to his bed. The back of your knees hit the edge and sent you tumbling backwards. You flopped onto the springy mattress, staring up breathless at Paul.
And he looked down at you like you were his meal.
He crawled over top of you, stealing another kiss. Painfully short, but still so sweet. He then followed a downward path. His lips down your neck, down your collarbone, and down the valley of your breast. Smirking, he moved and wrapped his lips on one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it.
You moaned, threading your fingers through his hair.
He smiled, eager to hear such noises.
His lips ghosted over your skin to the other breast so it may receive the same treatment. You hummed, tightening your grip into his hair. And ever so slightly, you nudged him downward.
He chuckled.
His eyes flickered up.
You bit your lip, unable to hide your excited smile.
Maintaining eye contact, he continued to kiss down your body, down your stomach, over your hips, and where you wanted him most. His hot breath blew over your clothed core, sending shivers down your spine. “Fuck,” you whispered.
He smirked.
One of his fingers hooked around your underwear and slowly slipped them off, throwing them into the pile. He peppered delicate kisses up your inner thigh, and jumped to the other side missing where you needed him.
You whined.
He nipped at your thigh, marking a place only he was allowed to be. Your fingers tangled into his hair, yanking on those dark locks. He groaned. His eyes peered up at you. You squirmed, and wriggled. You whispered a plea - a prayer.
Paul couldn’t deny you - or himself - any longer.
His mouth dove in.
You moaned out his name.
His tongue slipped between your wet folds, instantly addicted to your taste. He devoured you, devoured you as if it was his last supper.
You bucked your hips.
His hands latched onto your hips, holding you down as he ate you out. He hummed, and moaned, sending toe curling vibrations throughout your body. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder, burying himself further. His nose rubbed against your clit, bringing about such dizzying pleasure.
You tugged on his hair, chanting his name.
He moaned. He could and will get drunk on this, drunk on your taste. Worst of all, he will always want to hear how his name tumbled off your lips. He loved how it rolled off your tongue, loved how you whimpered, loved how every sound you made was a fuel to a growing fire. Even now, the tent in his boxers was painful. Every moment, the smallest twitch against the rough fabric, sent pleasure through him.
And oh, how he wanted you.
But, he also wanted to savor this.
He pulled away from you.
You whined. You were so close. You cracked open your eyes, peeking down at him. His lips and chin glistened. His wonderfully pink lips curled into a giddy smile, his eyes twinkled like a child given an early Christmas.
His finger slipped inside of you.
You moaned, arching your back as your hands now clenched the bedsheets.
His smile widened.
However, a light knocking cut through all the pleasure.
Tap, tap, tap.
Your heart dropped into your stomach. Your head snapped over to thankfully - and surprisingly - find the bedroom door pulled almost all the way closed, just the tiniest sliver left opened. You could only see the corner of the desk, and the adjacent windowsill but nothing more.
When was it shut?
The front door creaked open followed by footsteps.
The Father, however, was undeterred. His movements were a constant rhythm, a slow unwavering beat.
You threw your forearm over your mouth, muffling any noises from slipping out.
Footsteps crept closer to the bedroom door. A shadow passed over the crack. “Father? Father Paul, are you in here?”
Beverly Keane.
Paul stared directly at you as he spoke. “I’m sorry, Beverly, but I’m a bit indecent at the moment.”
“Oh!” Her footsteps retreated back to the front door. “Apologies, Father. I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“That’s okay, Beverly.” His thumb swiped over your swollen clit. Your body reacted, grinding down on his thick fingers. Yet, you viciously bit down on your forearm preventing any moans from escaping.
The front door creaked again. But, it did not shut nor did you hear her footsteps fade away. Beverly hovered in the doorway, clearly still in need of something. “I’m so sorry for barging in, but I was hoping you may have any insight about the repairs and (Y/N), has she finished yet?”
Paul’s once sweet, charming smile shifted into a devilish smirk. His eyes locked onto your shaking frame, desperately trying to hold it together, while his fingers were buried deep inside of you. He curled his fingers. You dropped your hands, twisting them into the sheets as you bit down on your lip about to draw blood.
“No, she hasn’t.” His eyes sparkled with such mischief.
“Of course.” Beverly replied, with a knowing - I had expected this - tone.
“It will get done,” Paul answered quickly. His voice was so soothing, and so calming. Oh, how lies easily spilled off his silver tongue. Especially for one devoted to faith. “She ran to the general store for one thing she had unfortunately forgotten, and will be returning shortly.”
“Right.” She only sounded convinced because of the Father’s words. “Again, I wish to apologize for intruding, I will be on my way now. I will see you later, Father.”
“Good day, Beverly.”
The door softly clicked closed.
You squeezed your eyes shut, still biting your lips as you tried to listen to Beverly’s fading footsteps and not the wet sounds or encouraging hums from Paul. His fingers curled and -
Your mouth fell open, unleashing a wanton moan. “Fuck.”
“I’m impressed,” Paul hummed, stroking your walls and feeling as they clenched nearing your release. “Not a single peep out of you when we had a guest.”
You wanted to curse at him.
You wanted to scream.
But, you couldn’t muster anything with his fingers still inside of you. Not when he moved faster, not when he whispered praise, not when he watched you hungrily. You were at his mercy.
“I’m curious,” he said nonchalantly, watching as his fingers continuously disappeared inside of you, “what would you have done if Miss Keane saw us? Hide? Run? Deny it … let her watch?”
You whimpered. You didn’t like Beverly, but the idea of her finding you in bed with the Father sent a course of excitement through your veins.
You were the temptation for Father Paul’s demise.
It empowered you, it thrilled you.
Paul smirked. He knew it turned you on, watching as you shivered and squirmed. He licked his lips, “Personally, I believe she would combust, it would be utter blasphemy in her eyes. And yet -“
You moaned, bucking your hips.
“- how could such sweet sounds be blasphemy? This is divine, this is heaven sent, this is a culmination of God’s intervention and work.” He let out a shaky breath. “And you, my dear, are God’s finest work … so beautiful … so lovely.”
You whined at his praises, at his buttery words.
“My dear, will you please come for me?” His thick fingers pumped in and out, curling and caressing you - edging you. “I want to see it.”
You wanted to - god you wanted to, just for him. You grinded down on his fingers as pleasure filled you.
“Yes, just like that,” Paul cooed. “God, so beautiful, so elegant.”
His thumb curled around your clit in a constant rhythm. You gasped, burying your face into the sheets. You cursed and moaned. “Paul,” you whined.
“I’m here, oh please, be good for me.”
His words, his touch.
It pushed you over the edge.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you arched your back and fired out his name as you gushed over his fingers. Stars. Brilliant bright stars erupted behind your eyelids. Bliss, heavenly bliss, coursed through you.
Paul beamed, gently working you through your orgasm. Your chest heaved as you gulped for air. All of this was his doing, all of this was because of him.
He removed his fingers.
You whimpered at the loss of sensation. Your mind swam, still foggy in the hazy bliss. Faint movement rustled; the bed creaked and dipped. Cracking open your eyes, Paul crawled back on top of you. Your heart jumped into your throat.
You had it wrong earlier.
No.
You were not the temptation for Father Paul.
He was the temptation. He was the devil in disguise, he was the serpent whispering in your ear.
He smiled down at you. He bent down, kissing you softly. You humming lovingly. Your hands cupped his face, your thumb gently stroked his cheek.
He then, without warning, teased your entrance with the tip of his cock.
You gasped.
He chuckled, his eyes lit with sin.
He did it again.
You bit your lip, suppressing the lewd moans from escaping.
“Please,” he dropped his head, whispering into your ear, “I want to hear you.”
Your heart skipped.
But, you also wanted to hear him, to hear his moans. You wanted to see him fall apart, you wanted to see bliss washing over his features. Most of all, you wanted to pleasure him, to give back what he gave to you.
Thrilled by the idea, you hooked your leg over his waist and flipped him - quite easily - over. Paul flopped onto his back, his arms thrown out to the sides with his usual combed back hair dangling in front of his face. His eyebrows shot up.
You smirked.
In this new position, you took control and lowered yourself onto him, watching as his surprise melted away to pleasure. His eyes fluttered close, and his mouth hung open. His hands latched onto your waist as his fingers dug into your hips to find grounding in this high.
You moved languidly. Enjoying how he craned his neck back, seeing his veins pop in his neck, and how his lips - perfect and eloquent - fall open into a blubbering incoherent mess.
Your hands rested on his chest, and you rose and slammed down.
He moaned, followed by a string of curses.
Not very Fatherly.
You smirked to yourself, and continued to move up and down. He whispered your name, strained on his lips. You closed your eyes, letting your own pleasure take control. You tossed your head back as you bounced on his cock. He lazily opened his eyes, a tired smile stretched over his lips. Your back arched, your head tilted up to heaven. It was like a renaissance painting, the perfect depiction of lust. “Divine.” He mumbled.
You opened your eyes, looking down at him.
He was still smiling.
A warmth bloomed over your chest.
You leaned down and kissed him. You slowly pulled away, leaving a thin space between the two of you. “You are the one that is divine,” your thumb ran over his bottom lip, “divine and ravishing, and the best kind of temptation there is.”
You sat back, smirking at his dumbfounded face.
You rolled your hips.
Paul stuttered out a moan.
You knew you loved his laughter, but you might love his sweet moans more. Paul’s nail dug into your hips. “Good god, please don’t stop.”
You wouldn’t.
You moved with new vigor. Every one of his moans and pleas stoked the fire burning inside of you. He soon met your pace and thrusted up. You leaned your hands on his chest, moaning. Your nails scraped down his chest, leaving faint red lines carved into his perfect skin.
He shivered.
You bounced on his cock faster listening to the wet noises and skin smacking together. It was all nearly drowned out by your racing heart, by the intense hum of soon to be all-consuming pleasure, by the high pitched creaking of the old bed springs.
Paul thrusted up again.
“Fuck,” you moaned.
You moved faster, wishing to reach your end and his. Your legs began to shake, yet Paul’s steady hands guided you along, kept you moving. He groaned, his cock twitched inside of you. He whispered hastily, “Please, don’t stop, god you’re doing so good. I’m -“
Paul moaned as you rocked your hips.
“God, please do that again,” he begged.
You did.
He whimpered. “Fuck.”
You did it again, and again, and again.
Paul gasped. He couldn’t hold it back much longer. He was nearing his end. “I … I can’t last much longer.”
You reached a hand and cupped his face gingerly. You smiled softly, “Good.”
You bit your lip and used the last of your energy. You pounded yourself against him. He moaned, and easily matched your pace. You wanted to collapse into him. To let his body, his flesh, his mind, his soul consume you.
“God, you are beautiful,” he muttered, “please I want to hear you one last time.”
You shivered.
Your walls fluttered around him, a final warning.
He whispered your name over and over like it was his only prayer. You moved once, then twice, and then he finally fell. He cried out your name, forcing your hips down and bruising them in the process. Your walls clamped down around him. You moaned loudly, as more heavenly bliss filled you. Fuck. Your movements now slow, and weak, as you ride out your combined highs. Until finally, you stopped exhausted, yet with his cock still buried deep inside you.
Heavy breathing filled the now quiet space.
Paul stared up at you. Your head was still bowed forward as you catched your breath. He licked his lips. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips, guiding you back down to earth.
He wanted to see you like this indefinitely.
To hear such sweet melodies.
To see you every day and every night.
To always touch you and hold you knowing you were his and his alone.
He licked his lips, a little nervous, as this seed of hope and want began to bloom. He cleared his throat, “You know, I think the sink is also broken if you wish to come by tomorrow. It drips constantly.”
You lifted your head. You stared at him, stared into his pleading eyes. And you simply couldn’t help it. You laughed. You laughed wholeheartedly, shaking your head. “I see the church still hasn’t taken your humor yet.” You bent down, hovering over him. Your lips skimmed over his, “I’ll be here.”
“Good.” He smiled and pulled you down for another kiss.
Would you do bucky x plus size reader with “don't be shy now, sit on my face” & bucky gets angry/feral that she’s denying him what he wants? Like maybe he has to somehow force her to do it? Thanks, love ur writing!!!😘
I hope this was okay! And thank you so much, I really appreciate that!
Bucky Barnes x Reader; plus size!reader, f receiving oral sex, face sitting, slight smothering
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
Bucky was laying in the bed naked, hands behind his head, waiting for you after a shower. He grinned at you as you stood next to the bed, a towel held up in front of you, trying to decide how best to curl up to him.
"Don't by shy now, sit on my face," Bucky said playfully, mismatched hands reaching out for you, but you dodged them, only managing to grab your towel from you.
"Bucky! Stop, that's sweet, but no," you shook your head, hand out for your towel.
"Doll," he growled, leaning up on one elbow, grip firm on your towel. "I said, 'sit, on my face. Don't think I can make that any clearer than if I grabbed you and sat you on my face myself. I will if that's what it takes, I'm just making sure you know that."
"Bucky, please, be serious," you huffed, sitting down next to him on the bed.
"Alright, guess we're doing it my way," Bucky grumbled and sat up, his arms bulging as he lifted you farther back onto the bed, turning you over to your knees and getting you to straddle his hips. You grinned, thinking you were going to ride him, but then his hands were digging into your ass, pushing you until you had no choice but to stumble forwards on your knees, all the way up to his face.
"Bucky, I'm not sitting on your face, I'll suffocate you or break your nose, or both, knowing me." Bucky just glared up at you, pushing you up until your pussy was directly above him.
His hands slid up your thick thighs, spread around his head, wrapping his arms around them and pushing at your stomach until you had to bend, his strength far greater than yours.
"Bucky!" you cried, but he ignored you, pulling on your thighs until you were hovering inches from his mouth. He breathed hotly on your pussy, then slowly stuck his tongue out and licked your folds. Your body shuddered and you fell forwards against the headboard, grasping it as Bucky growled, and yanked you hard.
The headboard creaked as it swayed, then thunked back against the wall when you lost your grip, falling onto Bucky's face.
His reaction was instantaneous. He became a man possessed, face completely pressed into your pussy, sucking and licking, pulling you even harder onto him.
You couldn't help it, you moaned as you ground yourself down onto Bucky. You tried to lift off to let him breathe, but he wouldn't let go of you, letting himself be smothered for a moment, his hips twitching.
Bucky let you press up for about two seconds, before he was pulling you back down, slurping at your cunt like it was the best thing he'd ever had and would never get his fill of it.
"Bucky! I- oh fuck, I'm gonna come," you warned, and tried to raise up again, but he held on, determined to wait you out. He thrust his tongue into your pussy then swirled it around your clit, sucking and biting lightly.
Your thighs shook, pressed tight around his head, muffling his hearing, but he could still make out the sounds of you moaning, his favorite sound.
You shook as you came, thighs squeezing Bucky's head tight, making his eyes roll back as he came too, shooting across his stomach and chest as he drank you down.
Bucky finally let you up, and you slumped to the side, legs still wrapped around his head, resting more on his broad chest now.
"That...is why you sit, doll," Bucky panted, metal hand slapping your thigh lightly.
cw: clyde dresses up as michael myers and you give him a blowjob, fake blood, fake knife, scary clyde
an: no, serial killers are not cool it is all fiction
“Clyde, honey? You almost ready?” You called out while adjusting your costume in the mirror. You had been itching with anticipation the entire night. Clyde had decided to keep his costume a secret up until now, Halloween night. You had been begging him for weeks to divulge his secret, or at least give you a hint or two. His resolve remained rock solid, and at some point you stopped prying.
“Clyde?” You called again. The trailer was eerily silent. Clyde had disappeared into your shared bedroom about fifteen minutes ago to get ready. You peered out of the bathroom and carefully crept down the hall. You slowly leaned into your bedroom, hoping to catch an early glimpse of his costume. No such luck, as the room was uninhabited. Your brows pulled together as a confused frown settled onto your face. Trick or treaters would be comin’ round any minute, and Clyde was nowhere to be seen.
Floorboards creaked softly under worn carpet, Clyde’s work boots thudding quietly against the floor. His eyes met your tensed shoulders through the two small holes in his mask.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he reached you. His eyes burned holes into your back, waiting for you to spin around and meet your fate.
“Jesus christ, Clyde!” You practically yelped. You clutched your chest, drawing in shaky breaths. As the initial shock wore off, you were able to fully take in his appearance. His face was obscured by white latex and silicone. He wore dark blue coveralls that his chest filled out just right. “I-I thought you said you were gonna be a pirate?” You stammered.
You were right, that is what he told you. Clyde didn’t tell you he’d been planning to play into a little fantasy of yours. You knew your affinity for the grueling killer was taboo, which is why you never spoke on it.
He saw the way you ogled at Michael Myers when the two of you watched the 1978 classic. You were always amazed at his sheer strength; he could toss bodies around like nothing. And his body, his chest was so broad, and his thighs so firm. It just so happened your Clyde had a strikingly similar build.
Clyde loomed over you, and you could hear his steady breaths underneath the mask. He picked up a lock of your hair, rubbing it between his thumb and pointer finger.
“Clyde, Jimmy and Sadie will be here any m-minute.” Your breath hitched, a mixture of fear and arousal pooling in your abdomen.
Your usually so friendly giant had transformed into a spine-chilling killer, and he played the part a little too well. He was hauntingly silent; the only sign of life Clyde possessed at this point was the heat radiating from his skin underneath your fingertips and the subtle rising and falling of his chest.
You swallowed thickly, taking small steps backwards to put some distance between your body, and he took heavy steps forward. Soon, your back was crowded against the wall. His hand found your neck, wrapping around your jugular, but not squeezing, only feeling. Feeling your throat fill out his grasp with every shallow breath you took. Your smaller hand met his forearm, tugging his hand away from you.
“C-Clyde?”
He finally pulled his hand away, letting his fingers trail down your chest. He stood firm in front of you, unwavering.
“We really can’t. Trick-or-treaters will start comin’ by soon and-” His hand returned to your face, this time clamping over your mouth. Your lips were squished against his fingers, saliva meeting his flesh. You nodded, understanding he needed you to shut your mouth. His newfound ability to command you without words made your core ache.
You squeezed your thighs together and practically mewled. He allowed you to unzip his coveralls, but when your fingers tugged at the bottom of his mask, he was quick to grab your wrists and pull them away from his body. His stern gaze was warning you don’t do it again.
You had unzipped his coveralls down to his bellybutton, the beginnings of his happy trail peeking over the silver zipper. He stopped you before you could pull it any further, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You knew what he wanted. He wanted you naked.
Trick-or-treaters be damned, you were happy to comply. He stood stock-still as you pulled your shirt over your head and yanked your bottoms off. You were breathless by the time you stripped down completely. He made no move to touch your naked body, still breathing mathematically under his mask.
And sweet, sweet Clyde, might have been experiencing a bit of a power trip. He liked the way your hands trembled as you ran your hands over his exposed chest. Your hand moved back to his zipper, and he allowed you to continue. Soon, you were revealing the black mess of curls that shrouded his half hard cock.
You sunk to your knees, peering up at him innocently. You tried to make out his honey brown eyes through the latex mask, but you could only see black. Nimble fingers pulled him from his polyester confines. He was heavy in your hands, his heady scent already filling your nostrils. You nosed at the base of his cock, inhaling deeper.
That’s when he grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing his tip to rest against your plush lips. He prodded them for a moment, played with you, toyed with you. You finally took him into your mouth, slick heat surrounding him instantly. Your costume lay abandoned on the floor behind you as you found your rhythm, closing your eyes and humming around him.
You waited for him to thrust into your mouth, buck his hips and sigh softly, whisper delicate praises, pet you gently. Such niceties never came, though. He was unmoving still, watching you intently as you choked and gagged.
When he filled your mouth, he did not so much as grunt. He did allow you the privilege of watching his abdomen flex from your spot nestled against his groin. Your puppy dog eyes met his unfeeling gaze, and he almost broke. He needed to collapse onto the floor with you, pull you close to his chest, cup your cheeks, feel your warmth against his palm. Even so, his resolve was ironclad.
You flashed him your tongue to solidify a job well done. He began to soften right in front of your eyes, still impressive as ever. He nudged his head in the direction of your costume, and you scrambled to dress yourself.
Soon enough, Jimmy was ringing the doorbell, Sadie dressed as Batman in tow. His transition back to good ole Clyde was seamless. In no time, he was chasin’ Sadie around the yard with his fake knife caked with bright red corn syrup and handing out fun sized candy to trick-or-treaters. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had anything else in store for you that night.
summary: after a day out with your friends, they convince you to prank your boyfriend tom that you got a vaginal piercing. once you break the news, he has to see for himself.
note: THIS TITLE IS SO FUNNY PLEASE. the gif is so random too 😭 sorry i’ve been so inactive, i’m so busy!! tom masterlist
soft dom!tom
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“What if I just got a tattoo?” You ask spontaneously as you approach the tattoo and piercing shop. You and your friends were wandering around town, having a much-needed girl day. The two girls stare at you for a moment before giggling hysterically.
“You hate pain and plus, Tom would freak!” Alina laughs harder at your ridiculousness. She had a few simple tattoos herself; small ones on her hands and elegant drawings on her arms. Her black hair was long and sleek, always looking on-point. Even though her tattoos fit her beautifully, it didn’t convince you to get one. You could never get a tattoo, even if you were paid.
“What about a piercing?” You suggest. You have had your lobes pierced since you were young, but you’ve never desired anything else. Nose and lip rings were trendy when you were in high school, but you never understood why anyone would ever put metal inside of their face, let alone the more sensitive parts of their body.
“Again, your pain tolerance is very low,” Alina says, swinging her small bag of leftover food from lunch. “Did you know people pierce their vaginas?”
“Of course. I’ve considered it,” Reyna nonchalantly inserts. You and Alina gawk at her, dumbstruck because she’s never mentioned anything like that before. One thing about Reyna was that she always surprised you; there was always something you didn’t know. One day, she said she was getting a tattoo, so she did. Another, she said she was going to Venice, so she did. In a way, she was very good at keeping her word, which made her a great friend.
Her body was littered in tattoos from top to bottom. Her drawings were thick, dark, and colorful along her naturally tan skin. Her ears were engulfed in pieces of jewelry, while her nose held a septum and two opposing studs. How did she breathe? Her red-dyed hair was frizzy and wavy and shaped her face just right. Her eyes were a hazel, but could easily pass for a shade of green.
“What does it even pierce? Where does the jewelry go?” You ask, trying to imagine how painful it would be on a scale.
“Your clitorus,” Reyna answers, sipping from her straw casually.
“That’s like the most sensitive part!” Your face screams in horror. Why would anyone ever do that to themselves? You feel your legs clench in protection like you can feel the blinding pain just picturing it.
Unfathomable out of ten you decide on when thinking back to the scale.
“I don’t think you could pay me to get that done. Even if I could have it removed,” Alina shakes her head in disapproval.
“When I told Riker I was thinking about it, he was freaking the fuck out. He was trying to be supportive, but I can tell he was scared,” Reyna chuckles. Her boyfriend was the complete opposite of her. She is sociable and outgoing, and is always at someone’s place to party. Riker, her boyfriend of eight months, was a homebody who played video games in his free time. Their largest sharing characteristic is that they are extremely hardworking, which led them to meet while working at the same job.
Ah. Romance.
“I can’t even imagine how Tom would react,” You say, eyes wandering the ground.
“You should see,” Alina suggests.
“What do you mean?”
“Tell him you got a piercing. See what he says,” Reyna adds for clarification.
“Oo, you should record it!” Alina claps giddily and you laugh at their ideas. You shake your head at the recording part, but heavily consider the main idea. Why not have a little fun? You turn over your shoulder and peer at the tattoo and piercing shop that fades in the distance as you continue to walk. Your sundress flows in the spring breeze as you bite your lip.
“Okay,” You shake your head, somehow convinced to play a stupid joke on your innocent, loving boyfriend.
“Ah, how I love a good prank,” Reyna smiles to the sky as you all approach the car.
———
When the girls drop you home first, you wave goodbye to them and then head straight for the door. The sun was beginning to set in the evening, and you wondered what Tom had been doing all day.
“I’m back!” You shout, removing your shoes and hanging up your purse. His response echoes from the kitchen and you walk toward him with nerves.
You weren’t the most convincing liar, so trying to pull off a prank was going to be difficult. Your fingers fiddle anxiously as he turns around from the stove to face you. A soft smile curls on his lips and your insides melt. However, your heart races in extreme nervousness because he looks so innocent and unknowing.
Oh, he’s so going to fall for it.
“Hey, baby. How was your girl’s day?” Tom’s hands slide under your arms and hug you securely. His lips press a firm and tender kiss on your forehead and you sigh softly.
“It was… exciting,” Your eyes sparkle as you stare at him. He looks at you, patiently waiting for you to continue. But you don’t, you wait for him to ask.
“What was so exciting, love?” He delicately brushes the wispy hair from your face, admiring every one of your facial features. Tom was so in love with you, he couldn’t help but stare in disbelief that you were really his.
“I got a piercing!” You smile widely as you squeeze Tom’s biceps in exaggerated excitement. Tom raises his eyebrows, not expecting you to say that. He always just assumed you went out for lunch or went shopping. He would have never assumed you got a piercing, especially knowing how much you hate unnecessary pain.
“You did? Where?” Tom smiles as he curls your hair behind your ears, scouting for the nonexistent jewelry. His eyebrows scrunch when he searches your face as well, but doesn’t find anything.
“It’s on my clit,” You whisper sweetly, biting your lip. Your heart pounds in your chest and you’re hoping he can’t feel it. You tried your best to hold in your laugh at his reaction.
Tom’s eyes widened so much, you thought they were going to pop out of their sockets. He blushes profusely and pulls away from you, cheeks a rosy pink as his jaw practically slides along the kitchen tile. He dryly coughs, trying to hide how flabbergasted he is.
You smile wider and harder, trying not to break your act. Seeing Tom so shocked makes you want to burst out laughing at how easily he fell for it. He knows you absolutely hate pain, yet he still believed it.
“I-I thought you hated pain…” He starts breathily, “What…how…?”
“Reyna convinced me. She said it feels great when having sex,” The lies spill from your mouth before you could even process what it meant. Did that even make sense?
Tom blinks rapidly, mind racing at the change. He didn’t even know that one could get their clit pierced. He never would have thought you would want to get yours done. He remembers early on in your relationship when you told him you cried the entire time when you got your ears pierced. And when you got your shots at the doctors. He even remembers you telling him you cried when you first had sex… but that was understandable. But being reminded of that just makes him even more confused on why you would get something so painful.
You must have cried a lot, he thinks. His heart aches a tad because he wasn’t there for you.
“Well… can I see it?” Tom tries to cool down his burning red face, but it only seems to intensify as he imagines seeing it; your clit irritated and puffy as a bar of metal sears through it.
Now, it was your time to widen your eyes. You tried to hide it by wandering your eyes all over the place, but if anything, that just made it more obvious you were hiding it. Tom contorts his face in mild confusion at your hesitation as you laugh nervously.
“Y/N, can I see the piercing?” He repeats, stalking a bit closer to you.
“No!” You deny too quickly, backing away from him like he was psychotic.
“No? Baby, I’m going to see it eventually. Might as well see it now,” He smiles, reassuringly as you struggle to come up with more lies. Why did you think he wouldn’t want to see it?
“It’s um… really swollen and puffy. You can’t even see it,” You shake your head as you wave it off, swallowing your nerves dryly. Tom skeptically squints his eyelids, puzzled at your sudden defensiveness.
“I can’t see it? How do you know? I haven’t even tried yet.”
“I looked. It’s like it’s not even there,” Nervous laughs release from your mouth and you would be surprised if he still believed you.
Then he quirked an eyebrow, sensing your deceitfulness. Your nervousness gives him a growing confidence. He licks his lips and clicks his tongue, a sly smirk threatening to curl up on his lips.
“Let me see it, Y/N.”
“No!”
Before you could even take off in a sprint, Tom’s arms are tightened securely around your waist. He drags your flailing body and hoists you up onto the kitchen counter, forcing you to stay seated. You wiggle profusely underneath his strong grip, but realize it’s no use compared to his thick muscles. You huff, annoyed that he captured you.
“I guess I’ll have to see for myself since you want to be so stubborn,” He grumbles as he crumples the sundress up to your waist. You hold your breath, hands gripping the counter. He forces your legs to spread, eye level with your panties. Your cunt aches as it begins to dampen the material.
“Is the piercing making you that wet? Or is it something else?” Tom taunts, yanking the flimsy fabric until it’s tossed along the kitchen floor. Waves of heat creep up your neck at how close he is to your cunt. He’s seen you naked a million times for your usual sensual, soft sex. But with a lie in between you, you don’t know what to expect.
Tom’s arms lock your thighs to the marble counter. He stares at your pussy, looking as gorgeous as ever. He takes his rough fingers and carefully spreads your soaking folds, inspecting for a piece of jewelry. You gasp as more arousal leaks out of your pussy, begging for more friction. As he gets closer to your clit, you whine from the teasing.
“Well, your clit is puffy… but I don’t see any piercing,” Tom pretends to pout like he hadn’t known you were lying most of the time. His thumb delicately taps your neglected nerves, eliciting a sharp gasp from your throat. “Why did you lie, baby?”
“I don’t know,” With clenched teeth, your eyes focus solely on his devoid touches. Your mind is so distracted by the tedious teasing, you barely comprehend his words. Before you could even reconsider your answer, Tom slaps his hand directly on your clit. You yelp as your hips thrust forward at the mixture of pleasure, pain, and shock that sears through your body. Your clit throbs as you continue to seep on the cold counter, more desperate than ever.
“Another lie. You’re being such a bad girl today. Do I need to punish you?” He questions, palm rubbing deliberately slow on the hood of your clit. Your body trembles as you roll your hips against his hand. With an upset growl, his hand comes down on you again, harsher and more demanding than before. A needy moan escapes you, your hands clawing at his T-shirt. “You just never learn.”
Tom tsks disappointingly and spreads your legs impossibly wider, juices leaking onto the solid surface below you. The texture of his hands roaming your skin created the most sinful scenes in your head. You imagined his thick digits pushing into your cunt, slippery and soft as he thrusts deeper and deeper. You mewled just at the thought, causing him to stare at you curiously.
“What are you thinking about? Hm? Answer me truthfully this time or I won’t even consider you coming tonight,” Tom demands as he flicks your pulsing clit, causing your body to jolt in surprise. Your hands squeeze his muscular shoulders as you try to remain still.
“Your hands. I love your hands,” You admit breathily. Tom slowly removes the loose straps of your dress until they’re slipping off your smooth shoulders and down your arms. He reveals your breasts, nipples pointed and neglected.
With a smirk, his dominant hand continues to deliberately stroke up and down your clit, while his other toys with your nipples. Your breathing heaves as your eyes gawk at his motions, getting more turned on just from the sight. He twists and pulls on your buds until they’re aching painfully good. Tom makes sure his hand tickles your skin when it trails down your torso to add more stimulation to your clit.
“I’m going to ask you one more time, darling,” One hand forces your legs open while the other collects your arousal too lightly. You clench around nothing, pleading for his teasing to end. He resumes his delicate tapping on your nerves, making you whine in agony. “Why did you lie?”
Your heart races and thighs begin to shake from being stretched out.
“I-I wanted to see how you would react,” You reply breathily as he repeatedly taps you. You roll your hips in circles, trying to get more friction against the pad of his thumb. He hums, satisfied yet evilly.
“So this is what you wanted?” Tom slots his middle finger into your seeping hole, causing you to gasp as if it was your first time. With all the teasing, you were sensitive to any little touch, grateful for what he was giving you. “Wanted me to freak out, wanted me to punish you?”
You release a nosy moan, clutching around his digit as it sinks into you deeply. You nod your head to every thrust of his finger, slow and tedious. As your high builds from the edging, his finger is removed from your cunt, empty and aching. You elicit uncontrollable whines as you scoot to the edge of the counter to get closer to his hand. His hand grips your hip tightly to ensure you stay still.
“No, no. This is a punishment, baby. If it gets too much, let me know, but,” Tom husks with a soft expression. When you nod impatiently, waiting for his next moves, his sinful glare returns to your eyes. “you said you liked my hands, so I’m going to give you one.”
Tom’s hand strikes down on your pussy, a wet slapping sound against your arousal. You squeak with a strong grasp on his shoulders as he smirks, pleasured from catching you off guard. He spanks you again, clit throbbing under the palm of his hand. Your stomach tightens as you grind into the air, begging for more. When his hand slaps you again, he makes sure to directly strike your bundle of nerves, making you tremble immensely.
Fireworks shoot through your body like you’ve never felt before. The sensation was a mixture of pleasure and pain; so shocking and blissful you thought you might pass out. You never would’ve thought you’d be enjoying something as agonizing as spanking, especially on one of the most sensitive parts of your body.
You felt hypocritical and pious; for someone who hated even the idea of pain, enjoying spanking was the last possibility crossing your mind.
But each slap of skin sent you higher into the sky as you floated with ecstasy. Even though you were inching closer to heaven, you’ve never felt more sinful and devilish in your life.
Tears slip down your face as you moan in euphoria. Your core clenches and your eyes roll back as you lose your grip to reality. Your legs beg to close, but Tom’s hand and body forces them to remain open.
“Look at you. Enjoying your punishment,” Tom tsks as his thumb rapidly circles your clit. You gasp with a cry, shaking violently from the blinding pleasure. “Are you going to come from me playing with your clit? Hm? From me spanking you?”
His words have your stomach tensing and mind spinning. You felt like you were flying through a starry haze; a dreamland where everything felt too good to be true. Your high builds and builds until you’re falling down so fast, you’re floating gracefully. Waves of euphoria crash through your body as your muscles spasm, chants of his name repeatedly leaving your lips.
A knowing and encouraging smirk is in your view as he rubs you out, draining you of your orgasm. The white moisture coats his hand before he brings it up to his lips and licks his fingers clean.
Your pussy lips pulsate as your clit continues to throb in irritation from the spanking. Your breathing relaxes as you blink away the glossiness from your eyes. Tom licks his lips, smiling goofily at you as he wipes away your tears.
“You did so well for someone who doesn’t like pain,” Tom compliments as he smooths your wild hair away from your tear-stained cheeks. You roll your eyes with a raspy chuckle and shake your head. “Let’s clean you up, yeah? And how was it?”
“I didn’t think… I never would have thought…” Your mind continues to blur as you forget the words on your tongue. Pulling up the straps of your sundress, you try to recall what you were going to say. “I liked it, surprisingly. A lot. Like a lot a lot.”
Tom chuckles at your enthusiasm and leans in to you. His lips lock with yours in a breathtaking kiss, rocking back and forth. Similar fireworks spark in your body again as you wrap your hands around his neck to sink deeper into him. His tongue slots into your mouth with ease, making you melt in heart-bubbling bliss.
To catch a breath, you release from each other, you now both wearing silly, fond smiles.
“This doesn’t mean you’re going to get a piercing… right?” With skepticism and hopefulness, Tom looks at you. You bite your lip, pretending to really consider it.
“I mean, now that I have an amazing tolerance to pain, I might as well. I have nothing to lose!” You push Tom away and hop off the counter with an overwhelmingly ecstatic smile. With shaky legs, you sprint out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.
A burning sensation is felt on the skin of your vagina as your legs rub against the irritation surface. You hiss and wince as you make your way up the stairs. You regret running away from Tom because he said he was going to take care of you. Your skin screams in agony as you make it to the bed. You didn’t think it would be this painful, especially after he just spanked you. And you liked it.
“Y/N, what are you doing?” He shouts as he jogs up the staircase. “Swear, she’s going to be the death of me.” He mumbles to himself before entering the bedroom.
He finds you lying on the bed, wincing with a pinched face. His expression softens as he comes to your aid.
“What’s wrong, lovie?” Tom rubs your shoulder, searching over your body for injuries. Your hands push down on the material of the dress right over your burning mound. He nods in sudden understanding before heading toward the bathroom. He comes back with a tube of some type of cream or ointment. “Lay back, baby.”
You do as he says and crawl back until your head is relaxing comfortably on the pillows. He slowly widens your tense legs and flicks the flare of your dress up to your hips. He takes a peek at your irritated skin, a deep frown on his lips. With the cream on his fingers, he very gently rubs it onto you. It’s cold, almost too cold compared to the heated burn on your skin. But the contrast cools you and relieves all your pain, causing you to sink into the mattress calmly.
“Better?” Tom asks, softly applying the medicine to the bare areas.
“Yes,” You sigh with your head thrown back, breathing steadily. Tom bites his lip, looking at your distraught figure.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I went too hard. I’ll never do it again—”
“It’s okay! It’s okay, Tom. Really, I liked it. I’m not lying this time,” He smiles softly at you and you return the favor reassuringly. He hovers above you and gives you a graceful kiss on the lips. He falls beside you and stretches to grab some tissues for his hands to clean off the cream. Then you two lay in the comfortable silence of each other.
“If I really did get a piercing though, how would you react?” You question, turning your head towards his.
“Probably the same.”
“Noted,” You smirk, causing him to turn his face in slight horror at your back and forth attitude. “Kidding! I can’t even handle moderate pain.”
“You’re crazy.”
You infamously roll your eyes before he kisses you again, making you forget everything. You laugh against his lips, causing the whole kiss to be a sloppy mess. In hysterics, you both laugh full heartedly as you pull away.
“Come on. Let’s go finish dinner,” Shaking his head, Tom gets up from the bed and begins to walk back downstairs to the kitchen.
“What if I got, like, a tongue piercing?” You shout from the bedroom. You hear him groan in annoyance as you follow him to the kitchen.
you straddle his lap before he can finish his sentence, your ass settling so perfectly right over his dick….
his wide pupils travel down to where your warm core is settled on his lap, swallowing thickly.
“Hey baby, i just uh…really want to fuck you right now…” you rub your ass against him a little, causing a soft whimper in the back of his throat as his real hand grips your hip tightly.
his hand travels to softly hold the back of your neck, pressing your lips into his pouty ones. your lips moved deliciously against each other, causing clyde to let out deep noises into your mouth.
you let your hands travel across his shoulders and down his tummy, causing him to shiver and buck up into your heat.
“You’re everything sweetheart,” he mumbles as he sucks at your neck.
“mmm want you inside…”
he sighs, god. you were so fucking sexy.
you tear off your shirt, slide down your underwear, and your back on top of him. he chews his bottom lip, sliding his camo boxer shorts down to his knees. his uncomfortably hard cock, stiff and tall, rests heavy against your stomach, begging for attention.
you let your wetness slide up his cock, grabbing his thickness to line his leaking tip to your entrance.
he grabs your hips, moving his thumbs tentatively against your skin. “fuck….so perfect,” he sighs.
you slowly take his cock into your tight hole, his member stretching and stretching your pussy.
“fuck clyde, so big…..so good,” circling your hips up and rhythmically down, all the way to his base, sucking him up.
clyde’s stomach tenses tight, jaw clenched as he lets out the most obscene groans and moans. “oh….oh sweet girl…..”
his loving eyes admire your features, watching his huge cock disappear in and out of your tight heat, the pressure in his balls becoming more and more apparent.
thighs hardening as he bucks into you gently, his hand presses you close to his chest, tits moving against his broad chest and you bounce on his cock.
clyde kisses sloppily along your collarbone, warm breath leaving his lungs in heavy pants against your neck, eyes screwing shut. his hardness was rubbing so perfectly against your sensitive, wet walls, hitting all the right places. the tight coil in your belly was getting stronger, and clyde could feel it, your walls gripping at his cock, fluttering so erotically.
“darlin,” a moan.
“fuck…..g-gonna cum in ya honey…” clyde was slightly flushed, hoping this would’ve lasted longer but he could never resist your velvet pussy, you were just so lovely. and warm. and so, so, very tight. breaths getting shaky and loud, clyde holds your plush thighs as his achingly hard cock bucks up into you a few more times, the slapping noises making his cock twitch inside of you.
his brows furrow as he thrusts up and feels warmth shoot through his cock, thick hot squirts of cum splattering inside of your womb.
several ropes of his seed fill you up, making obscene noises as some dribbles down your legs. he felt like a mad man, he couldn’t stop cumming and cumming into you, it just felt so fucking good. “jesus christ darling, so good, so good…” he keeps thrusting up, sensitive cock determined to make you cum too. a few more seconds and you gushed around him, muscles clenching through your blissful orgasm. rocking against him, riding out both your highs, you fall agains this warm chest.
you laid there, panting as you listened to his thundering heart beat. clyde rubbed his large paw up and down soothingly against your back, plump lips kissing your forehead affectionately, just so very in love with you. you crane your head up, looking into his wide pupils as you rubbed your thumb against his cheek.
Summary: Clyde takes you on a drive up the mountain to admire the stars, you see more than you were expecting (1k words) ao3 link here
Warnings: NSFW, f!reader, daddy kink, PIV sex, car sex, exhibitionism?, like semi-public sex i guess, creampie
@finn-ray-nal-beads: my sweet cowboy can you plz write me a lil something from the single word prompts? i would love to see clyde with the stars if possible ✨.. i adore you and your writing so can’t even wait to see what you come up with!🥰🖤
thank you so much for the request sara!!! youre too kind nsfgjsfhj <3333 i really hope you enjoy this:)))
There’s not much light pollution in Boone County seeing as it’s a relatively small town. No skyscrapers, no towering corporations that loom over the horizon, clogging up the sky as the sun sets low behind the mountains.
When the sun sets over the town, the sky opens up and reveals its own light show, a natural wonder of colors and twinkling stars.
Out here, up on your favourite lookout, the stars shine just for you and Clyde.
The truck’s springs creak and groan with exertion underneath the added momentum of your own moving, celestial bodies. The windows fog up, your bodies sweat and you pant into each other’s open, awaiting mouths.
Clyde’s sat comfortably in the driver’s seat, chair reclined to make more room for you - all pretty in his lap, skirt hiked up high around your waist as you bounce on his cock in the dead of night. You hope no one’s out here on the lonely mountain, they’d surely hear the car creaking from a mile away if they were. They’d see the way the truck bounces and sways in tandem with your own bouncing and swaying body.
You mewl and whine onto Clyde’s plump, lust swollen lips, raising and dropping your hips at your own rhythm as he lets you take what you need, lets you fuck him at your own pace. You’d been teasing him all night, acting up in an attempt to get any sort of attention from him, trying to get him to fuck you as badly as you needed to fuck him. You can't help it, he always looks so good in his big cozy jacket, all bundled up to go on a walk with you, his little baby.
He groans loud, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back at the sweet drag of your pussy over his massive cock, he feels every single ridge of you, every snug clench you give him when he thrusts up into you in a silent beg for you to go faster, fuck him harder. You’ve already cum twice and your pussy’s done nothing but get tighter and sloppier around him, he can barely take it anymore.
“N-No more baby, no more.” He begs, his forehead glistening with sweat. You whine, dragging your hips slower and rocking the back and forth, making both his hands - flesh and metal - shootout and grab your ass hard.
He pulls the flesh, molds it into his massive palms and kneads it until you're mewling into his mouth like a little animal begging for mercy. He holds you still, preventing your hips from undulating on top of his anymore.
“Daddy, ple-”
“Yer big Daddy can’t take it no more, sugar.” He says in such a sad tone, a slight growl to his voice. His eyes are pleading with you as much as his strained voice is, you think you see his lip tremble.
“Please, I-I want you to cum.” You pout right back, rutting against his hips to further persuade him.
Clyde groans and ruts up into you, pummeling his cock against your cervix and you have to stop yourself from screaming at the top of your lungs. You collapse forward into him and let your face fall into the crook of his neck, pressing tender, lazy kisses to his flushed skin.
“Shouldn’t… bad idea to- to cum inside ya in my truck. M-Messy.” He babbles as his hips start meeting you half way, fucking strong and steady up into you and you just lie on top of him, crying and taking it. He’s so fucking thick, so wide and the stretch burns so good, you feel complete, so full with him inside you like this.
“But I like it when you get me all messy, Daddy.” You smile, pressing the sickeningly sweet words into his skin.
Clyde growls again, flesh hand coming down to strike your ass cheek straight on with a loud crack. Your yell is muffled into his neck, you savour the fresh sting on your tender flesh, imagining the big handprint you know he’s left in his wake. You love when he gets like this, when he starts to get a little mean.
He holds your ass viciously as he pumps you full of him, “Yer lil pussy’s too sweet, too tight ‘round Daddy’s cock, I’m-”
“Puh-please, please Daddy! I want it, need it so bad." You beg without thought, needing nothing more than to feel his hot cum fill you up right here on the mountain in the middle of the night.
Clyde continues to babble aimlessly, his accent incredibly thick and spewing nonsense as he fucks you the last bit of the ways before he’s moaning your name and filling you up so full and thick of his seed.
Clyde witnesses an explosion of stars and colours and galaxies unknown behind his eyelids as he empties himself into your sweet little cunt. You feel it shoot up into you, thick and warm while he fucks it as deep as it’ll go until it starts seeping out onto both of your thighs.
You sigh in relief and Clyde buries his face in your neck, trying to ground himself and surround his senses with you again after that brief out of body experience.
His chest breathes heavy against yours, trying to fill his lungs up with oxygen again and you practically melt into the hold he’s got on you, reclining you both against the driver’s seat to look up through the car’s skylight.
You admire the way the stars twinkle and the way Clyde’s cock twitches inside of you, slowly softening and letting more of his cum dribble out. You hum in content. Messy indeed.
“Clyde look, a shooting star!” You point up through the sky light at the fast moving star, admiring the way it shoots through the sky so briefly. You tilt your head up from his chest to see him with his eyes still closed, totally blissed out.
“You missed it.” You pout, laying your head back down on his broad chest. Your eyes already feel heavy. You still have to drive back to his trailer.
“Oh, I saw some shootin’ stars alright.” He grumbles, voice thick and heavy with sleepiness. You hum again, a wide smile on your face.
Warnings: Lumberjack Steve and his overstimulation kink. Steve is 6'5". Mentions of insecurity. Praise kink.
Word count: drabble
A/N: Written on my phone for thirstdays.
“You’re not leaving this bed until I’m convinced that you believe me, angel,” he says, voice deep and coaxing, the low rumble coats your skin, sinking into your veins. “So take it, take every inch until you remember this is your cock.”
Another thin keen slips past your lips, swollen from Steve’s ardent kisses. Sweat laces your soft skin, beading down your arched back. The slow, deliberate thrust of his narrow hips sends his thick, rigid cock right over your gspot, electrified pleasure shoots up your spine.
You’re being punished.
Or rewarded.
Maybe some twisted version of both.
It’s so hard to tell with him fucking you so slow and deep, he’s everywhere, everything in this moment.
You almost forgot how you got into this situation until he grabs your chin, dark blue eyes boring into yours. “Your pretty little pussy is made for my cock and I only want you wrapped around me, angel.”
Earlier today, you had a flare of jealousy seeing a woman flirt with your lumberjack. Steve had already been in the middle of politely turning her down when he caught your petulant glare. And he didn’t like that-didn’t like that the thought that someone could take him away from you had crossed your mind.
He made it clear that you were the most important person in his life, but he believes actions speak louder than words.
Which is how you ended up bent over the porch railing, then stretched out across the couch and now splayed across your tangled sheets, your legs wrapped around his hips, one hand gripping the headboard, the other clawing his tattooed back.
Orgasm after orgasm blends into the other until your body is ensared in an endless thrum of bliss. Neither of you knows just how many times you’ve come for him-god you lost track hours ago-but Steve knows it’s not nearly enough.
So he drives his hips a little faster, a little harder while his soft lips pepper kisses along the curve of your throat, the sweetest praise falling from his lips. His large hands keep you where he needs you, holding you with a gentle touch that belies how much he loves you even as he ruthlessly fucks .
“Ohmigod,” you wail, nails dragging across his firm, round ass. “I can’t take it, oh god I can’t.” You can’t, you really can’t. It’s too much. You’re stretched so tight around his cock, you feel like he’s going to tear you apart.
And he feels so good, you’ll let him.
“Shh, shh. I got you, Angel. I got you. Steve adjusts his weight, picking up your hips to go even deeper. “That’s my sweet girl, one more, cmon and let me have it. You wanna be good for me, don’t you?”
You nod, staring up at his bearded face through glossy eyes, soft pants making your chest heave. A smirk pulls at the edges of his plump lips, he dips his head to brush a soft kiss across your slack mouth.
“Yeah, you do, Angel. Now tell me who’s cock is this?” He asks, wrapping one hand around your throat. “Because I know this you and tight little pussy are mine but you seem to forget I’m yours too.” Another sharp thrust sends you sliding up the bed, a gasp catches in the base of your throat. “I’m not going to ask you again.”
“It’s mine, fuck it’s mine,” you break into soft, frantic sobs, pleasure pulsing through your veins, warm and heady. You go taut under him, his name melding into a wordless scream as you fall over the edge again.
“Good girl.” Steve lowers his forehead to yours. He slips out of your puffy, drenched cunt with a soft grunt. “Damn right it is.”
You’re still trembling, sensations licking up your pliant body in sultry waves when Steve flips you onto your belly and pulls you up to your knees.
Tilting your head back, he grins at your dazed expression, your eyes widening as he eases back into your spasming cunt. “Now I’m going to fuck every insecure thought out of that pretty head of yours until you never worry about anyone else again.”
Ok so I am convinced this guy is an ass man, not just in the sense he likes looking at it/grabbing it
Anal is eddies favourite kind of sex, if it’s not something you’re into its not a deal breaker but if you’re up for it he’ll go as far with it as you let him
He enjoys eating your ass as much as fucking it, he loves having you sit on his face
You’d think his favourite position is doggy because of his love of all things ass but he actually doesn’t like to have sex in any position he cant see your face
He’s decided the best of both words is doggy in front of his mirror
If you’re into or willing to try denial Eddie is happy to kind of ignore your pussy because your ass is just so hot
Part of the reason he enjoys anal is he can come in you without worrying and keep it there
Even when he fucks your pussy he finishes in your ass
Eddie likes making you cum though, he enjoys knowing you feel good so I can see him training you to cum from anal
Using a vibe and his fingers to get you off while he’s inside you, so you associate him fucking your ass with intense orgasms
Specifically picking angles that still hit your g-spot
He likes to convince you to wear skirts without underwear whenever he can as well, gives him better access to your ass
And even if you’re wearing something with more coverage he is grabbing your ass any chance he gets
He initially convinces you to start wearing a plug in public as a trade off, he wont grab your ass in public whenever you have the plug in
That doesn’t hold up very long but by then you’re kind of used to the plug and enjoy wearing It for him
He goes out of his way to get you a black and red one, something cute to help convince you initially
He ends up with a reasonably big collection of plugs for you eventually, he matches them to your outfits
Eddie likes the idea of keeping you plugged so he can fuck you whenever he feels like it
His dick is thick enough that prepping you properly means you gape a little when the plug is taken out
Eddie uses the plug to his full advantage
Being a brat while you and Eddie are out? his hand is reaching up your skirt to fuck you with the plug and remind you who you belong to
Someone on the basketball team flirts with you? Eddie gets possessive and has you cheer with his cum plugged in your ass the next day
Eddie’s a bit of a sadist as well, he likes to watch you panic and squirm a little
So occasionally when you’re out shopping at the mall he’ll pull the plug out knowing that you’re too gaped to stop the cum dripping down your legs
He likes watching the way you react when you feel it dripping out despite your best efforts
He’s nice enough to offer the plug back once it’s just becoming visible past the line of your skirt, he doesn’t want to embarrass his girl too much
He will make you earn the plug back though, generally he gives you a few options to pick between
eating the cum that’s dripped onto your legs so that you’re nice and clean for the plug to go back in
Letting him fuck you in a secluded bathroom so you’re nice and full again
Spanks so your ass is all pretty and red to match the gem on the plug
Eddie loves spanking with the plug in, watching you clench around it and moan
And it turns your ass suck pretty colours too, sometimes he’ll leave hickeys as well so there’s some really pretty bruises
He’s got a polaroid of it in his wallet
I feel like eventually he convinces you to get a little tattoo on your ass so there’s a more permanent mark
Little cursive lines that say something along the lines of eddies little anal whore
He teases you about it all the time once you have it especially if you’re bratty
Be bends your head back so you can see it in the mirror when you fuck
Sometimes if you’ve been a real brat I can see him upping the plug size to something barely reasonable
It stings a little but he doesn’t do anything about it unless you safe word
Because naughty girls need reminders that they are toys for his entertainment so if he wants to see you stretched out and whiny then that’s what happens
If you’re really willing to let Eddie push your limits, I can see him inviting Steve to try double anal penetration
He’s thinner so its not a terrible stretch but he’s a bit longer
They go a few rounds so by the time eddies putting the plug back in its barely containing the cum that wants to drip out of your abused little hole
You’re so sensitive that you cum when he pushes it in
Thot: Dark!Bucky mocking you for getting off him breeding you.
Summary// Bucky just wants to feel the sparks they talk about in movies
Warnings// stalking, breeding kink, mocking, mentions of replacing birth control, mentions of letters, cursing, unprotected sex, forced pregnancy(? I feel like that’s needed), sex is consensual but the breeding kinda isn’t so dubcon?, smut, kinda angst
AU// dark!stalker!bucky x f!reader
Note// I’m hoping this is mocking enough, that’s one thing I haven’t really done that I can remember 😅 if I missed any warnings let me know (nicely)
Dividers by// @firefly-graphics
18+ ONLY MINORS DNI
It had been so long since Bucky had felt an intimate touch. Something his body craved but he could never seem to find. Wanting to feel the same fireworks and warmth that the people said they had on tv.
The accidental run in with you at a nearby cafe providing just that.
It was as if you’d bumped into a solid brick wall, hot coffee splashing onto your shirt as the man apologized profusely. Looking up to see worried blue eyes and a light pink dusting his cheeks.
“I wasn’t paying attention, it’s fine.” The warm, inviting smile you gave made Bucky’s heart swell. The grumbles of customers behind you making his cheeks redden more. “It’s really fine.”
He wanted the same feeling he had from the gentle squeeze you’d given his arm as you slipped by him to get back in line. The nervous twinge in his stomach, flutter of his heart. Everything.
So, he learned your patterns.
Where you worked, lived, which streets you took on your walks from place to place. The one good thing that came from his past being the experience he’d gained in tracking.
Bucky spent weeks turning up at the cafe at the same time as you did everyday, making a half-assed excuse that it was on the route of his morning walk.
Your sweet floral scent never going unnoticed by his sensitive sense of smell when you’d walk in, always greeting him with a rare kindness when you’d end up behind him in line.
But, he knew that the run-ins at the coffee shop wouldn’t be enough for very long.
So, he spent over a week of waiting for when you’d leave for work or your weekly night out with friends to slip into your apartment. Looking over all of the framed photos that hung on your walls or sat on tables, where you kept everything. Anything to suppress the craving for you he had.
Naturally, you’d noticed little, random things being out of place.
A blanket that had been thrown over the back of your couch crumpled, drawers of your dresser barely opened. But, nothing ever came up missing, so you overlooked it and chocked it up to overthinking it.
Until letters were being left.
Nothing threatening, or what would come off as evil. Just simple letters that were taped to your front door that’d be seen to anyone else as a boyfriend leaving some loving words behind.
Even when you’d bumped right into Bucky in front of your apartment, thick blankets of snow covering the ground and more coming down. You didn’t piece together that someone had actually been inside your home.
All he saw it as was his chance to finally give into that craving that had settled deep in his chest. Giving you a tight lipped smile as you greeted him with the same kind one as when he’d have those brief chances to sit across from you over coffee, just before you’d leave again for work and never lasting more than ten minutes.
“I’m looking for some diner a friend told me about. Kinda got lost.” Bucky chuckled, scratching at the back of his neck. His cheeks and nose red from the freezing weather.
“It’s closed because of the weather. Can you call someone to pick you up? It’s too freezing out to be walking.” You said, clutching your coat tighter around you to brace yourself from the wind.
“My, uh, phone is dead. I’ll be fine though.” He nodded, heart pounding when you shook your head.
“Just come in, warm up a bit and try to call someone to come get you.”
“Yeah, thanks.” He exhaled, following behind you up the metal staircase on the side of the building that led to your front door.
You swallowed hard and quickly grabbed the paper that had been taped to your door, glancing at Bucky as you unlocked the door.
“Everything okay?” He asked quietly, hesitating to reach a hand out to you as you held the door open for him.
“Yeah, probably just a salesman.” You shrugged off, crumpling the letter up and tossing it into the trash. Bucky’s heart twisting at how easily you discarded the paper, but remembering the previous ones stayed in a drawer beside your fridge.
“Trying to reach you on your car’s extended warranty?” He teased, shrugging off his jacket and toeing off his boots.
His smile grew from the laughter that bubbled from your chest, a warmth swirling in his veins from the melodic sound. “Good one.” You laughed, laying your jacket over the back of a barstool. “Want some coffee?”
“Always.” Bucky nodded, taking a seat on the couch as you shuffled around in the kitchen. Not taking long to round the corner of the small island with two mugs.
“Wow, it’s getting really bad out there. Any of your friends own a bulldozer to take you home?” You said when you pulled the curtain back to look outside.
“I’ll be fine walking.” He chuckled, the steam from the coffee warming his chilled skin when he’d lifted the mug to his lips.
“There’s no way you’re walking home in this.” You huffed, sitting at the other end of the couch and tucking your feet under you. Twisting your lips to the side as you contemplated what you were going to suggest. “Just stay? It’d make me feel better as a person than letting you brave the cold.”
To you, it seemed like a perfectly logical idea. You’d spent many mornings over the month sitting with him for coffee. Even though it was brief, you felt like Bucky was seemingly a good person.
“If you’re comfortable with that.” The nervous twinge and flutter of his heart came back stronger than ever as he agreed. His dream starting to be less foggy as you turned more in your seat to face him with a smile.
“Is the coffee shop really on your morning walk? Or, do you just say that so we can have coffee together?”
Bucky’s stomach lurched, hoping that you hadn’t caught onto him when he was so close to having that feeling for good. “Uh, yeah, I haven’t lived around here long.” He cleared his throat, rubbing his palm against his jean clad thigh as he breathed a laugh. “Honestly, having coffee with you is probably the highlight of my day.”
“Really?” The smile you gave him this time was beaming, one of the most gorgeous things he’d ever seen as heat crept up his neck and he nodded.
“Absolutely.”
Though the clock read that an hour had passed, Bucky felt like it was only seconds. So engulfed in every word you said that time didn’t seem to matter anymore. He wasn’t even sure when you had managed to scoot so close, or when exactly your hand had found the bionic fingers of his left to admire them.
Not asking any questions of how he ended up with the metal prosthesis, just letting him tell you what he wanted you to know.
But, the moment your hand held his scruffy jaw, he swore his heart stopped.
The tip of your nose nudging his before he closed the little bit of space left between your lips. Finally getting the intimacy his body wanted so badly as he reached a hand to hold the back of your neck. Tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss and slip his tongue pass your lips with a pleased moan.
You so easily lost yourself in him, hand slipping under the hem of his shirt to feel the muscles of his abdomen tense under your touch. Pulling away slightly when he sucked in a stuttered breath.
“Want me to stop?” You mumbled, Bucky quickly shaking his head and smashing his lips back to yours.
A different hunger behind this kiss than the one just seconds before. Tongues twisting together and breaths shared, only pulling away long enough for him to shed his shirt and carelessly toss it to the side. Your fingers working at the fastening of his belt before he shoved them down, urging you back against the plush cushions.
Your fingers tangled in his long, thick hair as he shoved your shirt up to bare your torso to him, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses from the tops of your breasts to the waistband of your pants as he jerked them down your legs in a haste. Groaning when he saw the same white, lacy underwear he’d seen in your drawer just days before.
Easily ripping away the fabric, Bucky swallowed the gasp that passed your lips. Groping at your chest as his free hand went down to pull the front of his briefs down enough to free his erection.
His teeth nipped at your jaw as he eased in, moans vibrating against your skin from the little bit of resistance as he carefully rocked his hips forward. The stretch tinged with a pleasurable burn making your body arch into him more as a breathless moan fell into the thick air. Your hands clinging to his firm back.
You couldn’t remember a time you’d felt so full, your mind going fuzzy once he was fully seated in the warmth of your cunt. Taking a moment to adjust to how you felt wrapped around him, walls stretched to their limit and already fluttering as his hips bumped yours at a steady pace.
Though, the slow rhythm didn’t last long. An insatiable need to pull you apart filling Bucky as he rammed into you, gripping the arm of the couch to hold his weight off of you as he looked over how gorgeous you looked under him. Already a whining mess as the mostly heavenly sounds left your lips and filled his ears.
He knew he had to do something to make sure you stuck around. That you were only his.
And maybe that had been why he had replaced the pills in your bathroom cabinet with sugar pills, hoping to have an opportunity just like this one, but even he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that there had to be some way to keep you as his.
“Wanna put a baby in you, darlin’. Gonna be s’beautiful all round and full of me. Fuck-” your heart started to pound harder, the coil snapping from the words that mindlessly tumbled from his lips as his cock slid against sweet spots you hadn’t known of before.
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, metal fingers holding your cheeks making you peek your eyes open to meet his. “Look at you- one mention of me breeding you and you start squeezin’ my cock.” He panted, getting a high pitched whine in return as you tried to rock your hips with the feverish snap of his hips. “Wan’ me to knock you up? That what it is?”
Bucky moaned, the sound vibrating deep in his chest when your nails carved down his back and legs tightened around his waist. A needy look in your eyes making his hips stutter. “Pretty girl jus’ wants me to fuck a baby into her. Isn’t that right?”
All you could do was nod, a whimper slipping out when his hand let go of your cheeks to thumb at your clit. Thighs twitching and a mewl pouring from your lips from the added pleasure.
“Bucky, please-” you keened, wanting that next burst of bliss as he pressed deliberate circles to your clit.
“Gonna beg for me to make you a momma? S’pathetic, it’s sweet.” Bucky’s words started to slur together, the sultry tone still pulling every reaction he wanted as you released around him again with a breathless moan.
His pace started to falter as he gave in to the building swirl in his lower abdomen, thrust more frantic and short as his face buried in the crook of your neck. Hot puffs of breath fanning you shoulder and stubble scratching at your skin, the feel of your walls fluttering from the aftershocks pushing him over the edge. Filling you with thick ropes of his spend as he choked out a moan.
The brief silence was comfortable. Bucky’s sturdy body slowly lifting away from you more as his lips dragged along the side of your neck. Stopping just below your ear to press a tender kiss to the spot.
“I’m so glad you exist. You’re so special.”
Your heart plummeted at the phrase. Remembering those exact words written on a paper taped to your door two days before as he kissed his way down your chest and abdomen. Metal and flesh hands caressing your stomach as he looked up at you, something wicked hidden behind his pearly white smile.
“Gonna give me a perfect little family, pretty girl.”
Summary: An unknown caller leaves you scared and horny
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), dub-con, cnc, knife, blood, oral (m and f receiving), praise, degradation, choking, reader is gagged, spit, name calling (slut), fingering (f receiving), slight anal play, impact play, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, breeding kink
WC: 4.2K
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What people don’t mention when running from a masked psycho killer is the slight thrill that you feel. Your adrenaline starts pumping and your heart is pounding with every beat. It’s like your whole body is vibrating and you can’t tell if it’s from being so petrified or not. What you do know is that hiding in this closet isn’t going to work out much longer. You can hear the heavy boots make their way across the floor and you slow your breathing, trying to be as quiet as you can. Hopefully, it just passes and leaves you alone, but you know that won’t happen. You’ve seen the news, you know that he gruesomely kills everyone he goes after and you just so happen to be the next on his list.
You didn’t think your night would turn out like this. It was normal at first, you had the house to yourself and planned on relaxing. That was until you got a call. When you answered the first time all you could hear was someone breathing on the other end, the second time was when this mysterious person spoke up.
“Sorry I didn’t speak earlier.” What a weird way to start a phone call. The voice was rough and sounded a bit weird, but you thought nothing of it.
“Who is this?” Usually, if someone misdialed the wrong number, they didn’t call back to apologize. Whoever this was must have really wanted to talk to you.
You heard rustling in the background of the call, like the person on the other end was moving around. “Just someone..” his voice trailed off and that’s when you started to get a bit concerned. “Someone that you may or may not know.”
The call was getting weirder by the second and you were tired of your time being wasted. “Listen, you had the wrong number the first time and that’s okay. I’m just gonna hang up now.” You pulled the phone away from your ear and just as you were about to hang up, you heard a soft ‘wait.’
Slowly, you brought the phone back up and waited to hear what was so important. “I wanna know what’s under those tiny little sleep shorts.” That’s when your heart dropped. The phone fell from your hands and you immediately went running and hid. Sure, it could be a joke, but you weren’t about to risk that.
And that’s how you ended up here.
As the boots get closer to the closet you’re hiding in, your breaths become slower, so slow that you start to hold your breath. You can now feel the fear start to take over the adrenaline and you were ready to plead for your life.
“Come out, come out wherever you are.” The voice changer that the killer was using made the hair on your arms stand up. He was so close and you’re sure that he can hear your heart pounding inside your chest. “Just wanna play with a pretty girl, that’s all.”
The door to the closet swung up and you were met face-to-mask with the psycho killer. “Gotcha!” You tried your best to scurry away, but he caught you by the hair and pulled your back against his hard chest. “Don’t think you’re getting away that easily.”
As you looked up at the mask, you realized that the voice was much less scary than what you were now faced with. The mask was a stark white, mouth and eyes filled in with black. It looked like someone was screaming or wailing in pain. The eyes were at a weird slant and it gave you a feeling, a feeling that you just couldn’t shake off so easily. “See something you like?” The mask's mouth was right now to your ear. You could hear the other person breathing and you gulped. “Don’t act so bashful now. You weren’t when you were prancing around your living room in these short pajamas, being a tease, and making my cock so hard.”
You didn’t even process what he said, you didn’t care. “P-please, I’ll do anything you want.” Tears began to prick your eyes in hopes that pleading could work for you. “Anything, I’ll do it.”
The masked killer let out a sadistic laugh and you felt your stomach drop. You were so focused on pleading for your life that you didn’t even register what you were fully saying. Before you knew what was even happening, you were being pulled by your hair to your room. How did this person know where your bedroom was? How did they even get into the house? Your mind was boggled with so many questions and you knew you’d get no answers.
“You said you do anything, huh?” You looked up from your place at the bed, the person under the mask looking right back at you and cocking their head to the side. “Let’s see if you mean that.” They pulled the black robe that they were wearing over their head, leaving them in just the mask, an old DIO tee, and some ripped jeans. The shirt looks so familiar, but you just let it slip from your mind.
Your mouth gets dry when you notice their hard cock pressing against the zipper, just begging to be let out. “Don’t have me waiting all day now.” You felt the blade of the cold knife press into your cheek, just enough to let you know what the killer could actually do to you if he wanted.
Your shaking hand reached for the belt that held up his pants. Once you realized what you were doing, you pulled back. “I-I’ll do anything but this, please.” Tears were streaming down your face again, you just wanted to live. “I didn’t see your face, you can just leave and I’ll act like this never even happened.”
Above you, the guy let out a chuckle and tutted at you. “Tsk tsk, I’ve already made my decision,” his hand wrapped around your hair and pulled hard, making you yelp in pain. He hooked his thumb in your mouth and spit a glob of saliva onto your waiting tongue. “If you want to live, I suggest you start sucking.”
This was actually happening, was it? This was how your life ended? You were too lost in your thoughts to realize that the man in front of you had dropped his jeans and boxers to his knees, his cock now right in front of your face. The size and girth made you gulp.
“Aw, are you really that shy?” His calloused thumb ran over your bottom lip, pulling it down before letting it plop back into position. “I know all about you and what this pretty mouth is capable of. Why do you think I picked you for tonight, hmm?” You couldn’t see his eyes, but you knew they were looking down at you, watching how the tears slowly fell down your cheeks.
“Don’t cry, you’re too pretty for that and it’s making my cock even harder. You flinched with the head of his leaking cock touching your lips. His rough hand immediately came down to hold your head still, his cock slowly sliding into your warm mouth. “Fuck, that’s it. Just let me use that pretty mouth of yours.”
His hips bucked into your mouth causing you to gag around his throbbing cock. “Is it too big for you?” Again, his cock hit the back of your throat, making your eyes water more than they already have been. “Guess you’ll just have to suck it up.”
Both of his hands reached for your head, holding it still as he fucked your mouth. Spit pooled in the corners of your mouth before dripping down to your chin. His balls squished against your chin with each thrust, making a squelching sound reach your ears. “Never knew you could be this dirty. Just gonna keep ruining every part of you.”
When you looked up at him, you watched as his hand came down and two of his fingers clamped down on your nose. You were struggling to breathe more, coughing around his cock but he didn’t seem to care. “C’mon, you can take it can’t you?” Your nails scratched at his hairy thighs before he pulled his fingers away. “There, now you can breathe.”
He pulled away, giving you a chance to actually catch your breath. Your makeup had stained your cheeks and your lips were red and swollen. You barely had a chance to recover before he was pulling your head further between his thighs, his heavy sack now pressed against your lips.
You know what he wanted, it was evident in the pushing of your head. When your tongue rolled around one of the cum filled balls, his head dropped in pleasure. “That’s it,” you sucked both balls into your mouth, rolling your tongue over both of them. “Keep sucking, just like that.”
The balls tensed up in your mouth and you couldn’t deny the throb that was starting to form between your legs any longer. This was so wrong, but your body felt that it was so right.
Again, he pulled your head away and forced his whole cock into your mouth. The way gagged you around his cock, made him groan out even more. “Listen to that,” he held his hips still, his cock just resting in the back of your throat. “God dammit, never wanna stop using this mouth.”
After a few more thrusts into your mouth, he pulled his cock from your raw throat, a string of saliva connecting from your tongue to his cock. His pants are now completely off, giving him more access to move. “I don’t want to cum just yet.” He helped you stand up before pushing you onto the bed. “Gotta get more of a taste of you.”
You sat up on your elbows, your heart pounding in your chest. The closer his hands got to the hem of your shorts, the more you wanted to close your legs. You know if you tried that though, it wouldn’t work out for you in the end. Instead, you endured it. You endured his rough hands slowly pulling down your shorts. He stopped to let out a groan at the sight of your panties barely covering your pussy. You cowered under his eyes, wanting to turn away from them.
“I just knew you were hiding such a perfect pussy under these shorts.” He tossed the shorts to the side, not caring where they ended up. His thumb ran over your clothed clit, causing your whole body to shiver. “You like this don’t you? Like that you’re being touched in such an intimate way?”
You didn’t answer him, just nodded your head yes. He didn’t like that so much, smacking down on your thigh. His ring-clad fingers left behind a sting, a sting that you were loving at the moment. “Y-yes, yes I like it.” Your voice was weak, the words already coming out broken.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” His soft lips, in contrast to his hands, kissed over your ankle. He nibbled over it some, smirking up at you when you let out a tiny gasp. “I cannot wait to hear more of those pretty sounds,” his tongue darted out and licked over his bite mark. “M’gonna have you screaming for me.”
The cold blade of his knife ran up your thigh, sliding briefly under your panties before pulling away from them. You swallowed hard, not knowing what to expect next. You felt the blade press into your supple skin, causing you to let out a hiss at the contact. It stung and felt good all at once. The knife carved in more, you could tell he was marking you with letters, but you couldn’t tell just what they were. When you lifted your head to get a look at the masked killer you noticed that his mask was pulled up a bit, exposing a toothy grin. You felt the blood begin to drip down your leg, but it didn’t drip for long. His tongue caught the blood, swallowing it down.
“Tastes good, but I bet this pussy tastes even better.” He spread your thighs wider, you helped just a bit. “Knew you wanted this.” He kissed your pussy over your panties, before pulling them to the side. When he spread your pussy lips apart, your slick strung between them.
You didn’t have much time to protest before his tongue swiped over your clit, swirling around the swollen bud. Pleasure took over your body and you tried your best not to moan, not to let him know how he was making you feel but it was beginning to get too much. Each swipe of his tongue against you was sending you into a spiral, adding more fuel to the fire inside of you.
A moan finally left your lips when he suckled your clit in between his plump lips. “I-, oh god.” You couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t deny just how good he was making you feel. It’s when you felt his teeth that your back arched off the bed. It was a foreign feeling, but you were beginning to love it too much.
He pulled away, his lips and chin covered in all your slick. “Feels good doesn’t it?” His tongue swiped down to your pussy hole, making you clench around nothing. “This will feel even better.”
Slowly, his tongue slid in and it made your eyes roll right to the back of your head. You could hear the squelching noises from between your thighs and you let out a small giggle at it before you moaned again. Your hands search for anything to grab onto before settling on the sheets below you. This man had skill, knowing just how to roll his tongue inside you and how to add pressure with his thumb right to your clit. It felt like you were getting pleasure from each angle.
“Tastes just like honey,” he hummed against you.
Between the pressure from his thumb and the swirling of his tongue inside you, you couldn’t hold it together anymore. Your body writhed against the mattress, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. The moans rolled off your tongue and your back arched towards the ceiling, you had no control over your body.
“Did I fucking say you could cum?” Smack! He smacked against your pussy, his rings catching at your clit. The action made you clench around nothing and he chuckled.
“I- I’m sorry?” You didn’t know what to say, your mind and body still coming down from your orgasm. Your breath had barely been caught when he pulled away.
“Sorry?” He moved from his position between your thighs to be right by your head. “You will be sorry.” He pulled you by his head and slipped behind you. “Let’s get this shirt off.”
You watched as he grabbed the knife, sliding it under your shirt and cutting through the flimsy material. Your nipples hardened immediately and you couldn’t tell if it was from the cold air hitting them or the feeling of being used.
His hands gripped at your boobs, smacking them, and then pulled at your nipples. Your hips rolled against his and you could feel his cock rutting between your ass cheeks. “Now you wanna be a good girl?” He reached onto the floor and grabbed your panties, shoving them into your mouth. “Let’s just see how good you can actually be.”
Fingers traced down your body, one hand still playing with your nipple. Slowly, he brushed over your clit, making you buck into his touch. You couldn’t moan, just letting out a tiny hum from the panties in your mouth. He rubbed your clit between two of his fingers, just like your nipple and your breathing was already becoming more ragged.
“Yeah, you like that?” His hand left your nipple and came up to your throat, squeezing just enough to cut off a small amount of your air supply. “Like being treated this way?”
You coughed out a moan when he slid two fingers into you, curling right at your g-spot. He knew exactly where it was and it was rubbing against it relentlessly. Your hips ground against his hand, adding more pressure than before.
“You're gonna cum again, aren’t you?” He was right. You were already sensitive from your last orgasm and his fingers were sending you into overdrive. “Go on, make a mess for me.”
And that’s when you heard it before you inevitably felt it. You heard the gush of yourself cumming against his fingers, your vision going blurry. The squeezing on your throat didn’t let up even as you struggled to breathe through your now second orgasm of the night. Your whole body went limp and you felt yourself drip down his fingers and onto the sheet below you, doing exactly as he said and making a mess.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” his words weren’t helping at all. You kept cumming for what felt like minutes before your vision finally wasn’t blurry anymore.
He pulled his fingers away and spread them apart in front of your face. You noticed how they glistened and your orgasm was strung between them. “It’s your turn to get a taste,” he removed the panties from your mouth and replaced them with his fingers. Greedily, you sucked them dry, turning your head to the side and making eye contact with him through the mask. “Fuck, you’re just a little slut.”
This man started out having you beg for your life and now you were wrapped around his finger, quite literally. Funny how things change, right?
You were pushed down against the bed, your stomach flopping against the mattress. “Now, it’s time for act three.” Behind you, he was stripping the rest of the way. Of course, the masked stayed on. “M’gonna fuck this pretty pussy until I’m absolutely satisfied that you’re worth living.”
His hands grabbed your ass, rubbing over the smooth skin before pulling back and spank! Your body jolted forward from how hard he hit, more tears threatening to spill. “Shit.”
The head of his cock rubbed against your very sensitive and swollen clit, causing you to whimper and him to groan at just how wet you are. “This pussy is so pretty,” he slowly slid in and groaned at just how tight you were. “Sad that it’s about to be ruined.”
Your head was pressed against the covers, muffling your moans at being so full of cock. He didn’t like that, grabbing your hair and pulling you up so that your back was flush against his bare chest. “Scream for me.” He pulled his cock all the way out before slamming back in. You screamed out a pornographic moan, so loud that you’re sure the neighbors could hear. “That’s more fucking like it.”
His hips kept snapping into yours, making your body jolt and moans spill from your mouth. “Please, fuck-, please don’t stop.” Your words were coming out broken, he was making your brain and body feel so fuzzy. The way his balls were slapping on your clit was just making you moan more, “feels so good.”
“Yeah? Feels good?” He grabbed your hips and made you grind against his cock. His head fell forward in pleasure, hair falling from behind the mask. “This is my pussy now,” he reached around, and his thumb found your clit. “Just made for me.”
“Y-yours, it’s yours.” How were you already so close? You could feel your toes start to curl and your thighs start to shake. He knew just how to push the right buttons and say the right things.
To add to the pleasure, he spits down into your puckered-up and takes his other thumb, and rubbed the spit into your skin. “Gotta give this pretty ass some attention, don’t I?” You felt his thumb push into the right muscle and you almost lost it. He held it there, his thrusts helping push the thumb in deeper. “So tight, so pretty.”
You clenched around his thumb and cock. It felt like your body was going into overdrive. “Please, please.” You had no idea what you were begging for. Was it for you to cum or for him to fuck you harder? At that moment, you didn’t care, you just wanted all of him.
He timed his thumb rubbing your clit to the harsh thrusts of his hard cock inside your pussy. You could feel each part of his cock; the veins, the mushroom-shaped head. Fuck, he felt so good. You clenched around his cock, trying so hard to hold off your orgasm but one more of his thrusts into your g spot sent you into a frenzy.
“Oh- oh my god!” You felt yourself gush around his cock, your body falling limp against the mattress. Everything was on fire; from your head straight to your toes. You couldn’t contain the moans or profanities falling from your lips, you had no card in the world other than your third orgasm ripping through every inch of your body.
“Atta girl.” He didn’t stop thrusting, not until you had stopped cumming around his cock. When he pulled out, his whole cock was covered in his cum and he smirked at the sight below him. “Look at this, proof of how I own you.”
You tried to move, tried to roll over but your body was spent. He flipped you over though, your back now pressed against the mattress. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet.”
“Please, I can’t take anymore.” Every part of you was sensitive. The slightest touch makes you whimper.
He didn’t care though, sliding his cock right back into your very soaked pussy. You listened to him groan and looked down at where the two of you were connected. That’s when you saw it; the initials carved into your thigh. E.M
You both smirked as you traced your fingers over them. A thrust distracted you from looking, your hands grabbing at his thighs. “Holy-.”
“It’s my turn to cum.” This time was about Eddie’s pleasure. He was chasing his own release and you were just his fleshlight. Eddie grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed them forward, your legs now pressed against your chest. This new angle made him hit deeper than before. “The best pussy in the fucking world.”
Your legs shook with each snap of his hips, his pubic bone rubbing right against your clit. The pleasure inside of you was already building it, still not fully recovered from the last time. “Eddie, I-.”
“Sh, baby. I know.” He grunted when you clenched around him, his head falling back. Eddie was already so close to cumming, holding back early just so he could focus on you. You knew he was close, could tell by how red his chest was getting and how his thrusts started to falter. “You gonna cum with me?”
“Uhuh,” was all you said before his hands gripped your hips and pulled you to him, meeting his thrusts in the middle.
It didn’t take long for him to cum after that. His head was falling into your shoulder, his cock stilling inside of you as his cum pumped deep into your pussy. His breath was hot against your neck, fanning over you with each grunt he let out. Eddie came so much that you could feel it start to drip from your ruined hole. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
You held onto him tightly as your own orgasm came, his name like a prayer on your lips. “Eddie.. my god.” Never have you orgasmed this hard. Your whole body was stiff as the pleasure raked through your body, sending a tingly feeling through each of your nerves. You soaked every bit of his cock.
Moments passed before the two of you said anything and you could feel his cock soften inside of you. Breaths were the only thing to be heard until he pulled out and you both hissed at the sensation. When Eddie looked down to watch his cum spill out of your spent hole, he scooped it back up and pushed it inside. “Can’t let this go to waste,” you couldn’t see his face but you knew there was a smirk plastered across it. “Wouldn’t you just love to have a serial killer's baby?”
Eddie plopped down beside you on the bed and finally took the mask off. His face was red and covered in sweat and sure enough, there was that smirk. “How was that?”
You rolled your eyes and laughed at him. “Tell me you don’t do all of that with your victims.”
He joined you in laughing and shook his head. “Of course not, baby. You’re my special victim.” Eddie places a tender kiss on your forehead, the total opposite of what just occurred.
“Thank god.” You snuggled into his side and smiled as it was his turn to trace over the letters he has carved into you.
“Next time we should invite Harrington.” Eddie’s eyes looked into yours, a devilish glint in his brown eyes. “That way you can be fucked by two killers.”
Your pussy throbbed at the idea, but you pushed that thought far from your mind for now. You needed a break; the both of you did after tonight’s festivities.
