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Watching you.

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Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem Reader.

Synopsis: Simon has been watching you for a while. So he waits for you heat to finally make a move.

No use of y/n. No ai used.

Mdni!! 18+

Wc: 4.8k

Cw: Non-canon au. Omegaverse. Alpha!Simon. Omega!reader. Kissing. Make outs. Short plot. Fingering. Dacryphilia. Brief mention of blood (sorry). You’ve got a deep dish. Bulges. Size difference. Squirting. Marking. Scenting. Pubic hairs. Knotting. Unprotected sex. p in v. Fat dick Simon. Cum eating. Cum play.

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Grey dull skies. An enmity of snowy clouds. Barely audible patters of snow smear the concrete. Frost fragments fracturing the roads. Small cracks. An icy cast. Slippery. Polished by the freezing air, reflecting a cold blue-grey.

The town is quiet. People retiring to their homes. A combination of flats and houses. Bricked. Semidetached. All lifeless and ashen now painted in snow.

It’s December. The cold’s really taking root. You’re in a small cabin just a few yards away from the main road. Dark wood, white stained trees looming around, making it seem like you're buried deep into a forest. Luckily, you live close by to the nearest town centre. English weather was never really nice.

You’re in your kitchen. Pastel yellow coloured walls, adorned in small beautiful plant paints. Pictures of flowers you’ve taken over the years. Paintings you’ve bought. Small counter top, bluey-grey marble board at the surface with white coloured sides. You’re wearing your white turtle neck paired with a long black silken skirt and black Mary Jane flats. All covered by a long black trench coat. The week’s coming to a close. You’re running out of ingredients.

Black pen in hand tapping slowly at your bottom lip, a small note in the other.

Meats, vegetables, fruits, water bottles, go to pharmacy.

You’re missing something. Eyes squinting in annoyance. Brain raking, it’s bothering you. You’re getting lost in the walls around you, trying to figure out what this thing is. You repeat the list again.

Meats. Vegetables. Fruits. Water bottles. Pharmacy.

Ah.

Suppressants.

You rolled your eyes scoffing at yourself. You’ve been a bit forgetful lately. Waiting until your suppressants are nearly out. You’re checking your cupboard. One..two pills left you count. You sigh.

“Tomorrow.” You say aloud.

You’re used to this little life you’ve created. Weekly shopping, Sunday cleaning. Wake up 5am. Earphones in. Jog, eat, shower, work, repeat.

Like clock work, you’re awake. Still black out. Alarm panging, dead on five. Screeching in your ears.

You’re laying in your long sleeve bunny pyjamas belly flat on the bed, head turned, pressed into your pillows. Brows screwed, eyes squinting, sleep lines etched on your face. Crust stuck at the corners of your eyes. Your nose crinkling in annoyance. Sniffing. You bring up your right elbow from its disfigured but comfortable position and smack it down on your alarm clock sitting on the bedside table.

Groaning, you rise slowly. Stretching your back, tiptoeing, arms up high now folding behind you. Heading to the bathroom, you’re splashing cold water on your face. A slow deep breath. Arms steady, hands holding either side of the sink. You meet a tired you in the mirror. Opening it, you reach for your scent repellent. Just two sprays. Now you’re ready for your day.

Shutting the front door behind you, earphones in, you stretch a bit. Left arm swinging, right arm under it. You do it the other way. Back bent downwards, legs straightened, arms elongated, touching your toes, the ground almost. With a gradual rise and a long exhale, you’re on your way. Unhurried, lazy runners pace. You maintain that for a lap around your cabin. Then you’re headed to the main road. ‘Nettles’ by Ethel Cain playing softly in your ears. Low melodious. Pace still measured, arms shifting each step. You’re a few metres in, flats, houses forming in your peripheral. A corner shop open. Bright. Vivid.

You could use a drink.

You head down further into town, body directed at the shop. Eventually meeting the door of the shop, your body slightly adjusted to the frozen air. A ring of the bell is heard as you enter. The male shop keeper notices you, his face resting in one of his hands, eyes heavy. Sagging. A purple brownish colour engraved below them. His head falling and quickly rising. His eyes lighten fairly upon seeing you. Waving sluggishly at you. You give a soft smile and wave back.

Heading to the drink section, you grab a five hundred millilitre bottle of water from the fridge and walk up to the till. Placing your bottle down on the counter, you pay shortly after.

“Have a nice day.” You say. Short, soft, concise.

“And you too.”

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The sun had already risen. A pale whitish sphere, faintly piercing through. 9am, the clock read. You were in your home, had already showered, eaten. Although your fridge was practically begging to be full. Only a couple red peppers remained. ‘More shops will probably be open.’ You thought.

You were out the cabin, car keys in hand on your way back to the town centre. A small, red Mini Cooper sitting slumped in heavy snow just outside. You open the drivers side, snow falling off that side of the car, and sit down. Plugging your keys into the vehicle, wind shields wiping away at the snow covered front window. You drive steadily into town.

Meats, vegetables, fruits, water bottles, pharmacy — must go!!

A vivid image of the note you made flashed. It repeated in your head, chanting almost.

First stop, the supermarket.

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A cold quiet morning. Harsh crispy air brushing against your cheek. Your eyes crinkle at the feel of it. You’ve parked your car in a nearby parking garage.

Not so often you see the supermarket this silent. You’re dressed warmly in a loose white shirt underneath a grey jumper. Straight legged dark blue jeans covering your black uggs. All hidden under your black trench coat.

Boots crunching in the snow, you’re walking in. Automatic doors sliding open for you. You grab a basket and begin your search.

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Heavy bags weighing down at your sides. Full of fresh ingredients, meats.

Meats, vegetables, fruits, water bottles, pharmacy.

“Alright.” You whisper, cold air passing through your lips, pleased with your small achievement of the morning.

Second stop, small shop.

You enter the shop, a bell sounding as you do so. There’s a few people in the shop. About four if you bothered to look. You pay no mind though. Just solely focused on one task at hand. That task being water bottles. You’re pacing around the shop, eyes raking up and down the shelves. The bottles. Finally. Placed on the grey marble ground, in front of a transparent fridge directly reflecting the shop door. A free mirror, you think. You crouch down, hands out and ready to grab one pack. For a reason you couldn’t explain, your eyes glance up to the fridge, unfocusing, you see a few people walking by, their figure cutting out where the fridge ends. Still looking around, you see the trees, how they’re no longer green but white. The no longer brown wood, eyes trailing down the trees back to the public. Eyes- you notice deep hazel eyes staring as if staring at your open skeleton itself. Fixed on yours. You let the thought of the transparent fridge fool you into believing no one could see you. A coincidence.

Shrugging, you pick up either end of the pack of water bottles and stand to your full height. Out of curiosity, you eye the see-through shop door.

Khaki coloured eyes. Closer now. Black jacket. Hooded up. A man that seems to be in a balaclava?

He’s huge, you ponder. Biceps nearly bursted at the sides of his black coat. His lower half is covered by bushes. Your face contorts into a puzzled look. There’s no way he saw you. You don’t want to believe it. Looking away you head over to the till and pay.

Exiting the shop, hefty bags carrying all your shopping, a litter of bumps gather on your skin. You want to believe it’s from the cold. A low lump sitting at your belly. A warning maybe.

You head over to the last stop on the list. The pharmacy. Suppressants. Your brain reminding you once again.

It’s a cramped place. Medicine stacked on the dark wooden shelves across the room. Chalky walls. Ashen almost. The lights flicker a bit. Must be old. There’s a man at the other side of the till. Got a gloomy look to him. Thin glasses hanging at the top of his bridged nose. Crinkled skin. A small bruise on the side of his cheek. Eyes droopy.

“Can I help you?” You hear his tired voice ask.

You give a small smile.

“I’m here for a replenishment.” You keep your eyes on his, still smiling as you readjust a bag on your arm.

“Your name please.” He responds dryly. Your face falters a bit.

You give him your name. He types away at the old white desktop on his right. He reaches over to a small brown plastic bag and hands it to you.

You hear a smile chime of the pharmacy bell but don’t pay too much mind to it. There’s heavy thuds behind you. A hefty musky smell, woody almost with a hint of an orange peel. A citrusy smell meant something. A near heat or rut possibly. A familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. Fear? It's only footsteps, probably getting their suppressants. You’re still focused on the man in front-

“Have I seen you ‘round here before?” A deep baritone voice sounding behind you. Close to you. You spin around, eyes all wide at the sound of him. The pharmacist immediately drops into a crouched position. He knows that voice. Can’t let this customer see him.

“Uh—uh…” You stutter. Lip quivering.

You know him. Know exactly who this is. Simon Riley. Or what the town calls him, ‘Ghost’.

The whole town knows of him. They know to steer clear of him. Never get in his way. Avoid him if you can. Don’t let him get you. A menace. Killer. All sorts of nasty comments you haven’t heard before. He’s got a familiar balaclava on. Almost looking like the one you saw earlier. Squinting eyes staring deep into your wide ones. Head tilted slightly, amused by your reaction. You can’t tell though.

“Can’t talk?”

“Uhm no—no. No you uh haven’t.” You’re shaking your head looking everywhere else but at him. There’s a thin line of sweat forming at your forehead. You try not to wipe it.

His broad frame, blocking everything in front of you. You finally look up at him, eyes all doey, scared.

“Hm.” He grunts, gives you a slow look over. Eyes falling slowly down your frame then back up to your nervous face. Cute.

He turns back around and exits the pharmacy. You heave a sigh of relief. Ghost? Talking to you? You nearly don’t believe it. Not until the pharmacist behind you speaks.

“H—here. Please leave. Quickly.”

Weight bags on either side of you, you’re walking over to your parked car. The cold air, still lingering. You’re heart patters in your chest. Simon Riley. Absolutely no way.

You make it to your car, fiddling with your bags arms scurrying deep in each one to find the key. You hear it unlock and you’re carefully placing the bags at the back seat, then heading quickly into the front. Door slamming shut. Locked. Both hands on the wheel. Knuckles losing then regaining colour.. You’re brain still lagging. You look around yourself, assessing the area. You see him. Again. Your breath stutters when you notice him. He’s staring deep at you. He’s to your right, body slightly hidden by a tall bush. You’re tapped in place, body hypnotised, regulating. Registering something deep. Pooling low. A small warmth. There’s no way. Your body recognises him as compatible. You have his full attention.

Your breath’s still stuck in your throat.

“Simon.” You breathe out finally. It’s almost as if he heard you because he’s walking now. Quick measured steps toward you. You’re shaking. Yet you can’t move. Hands still plastered at the wheel. He’s nearer. Walks over to the passenger's seat window. One two firm taps at the window. Eyes still fixed on him. He never left yours. Your body responds before your mouth can. A needy smell illuminates you. Lemony. Citrusy. Your eyes are fully dilated. The omega in you keening. Inviting. You want him. Your brain hasn’t caught up yet. His scent now etched in your body. You didn’t even realise he had been warming you up to his smell this whole time.

A whisper of a faint musky orange peel surfaced your brain. It was when the autumn air still lingered. That citrusy smell you couldn’t get enough of. You’d perch over your opened windows, eyes all closed as you relished the smell. He was scenting your home and you didn’t know. You recall hearing small cracks of sticks but it could’ve been anything. Except it was Simon.

Your right arm moves to open the passenger door. He opens it and sits his burly body inside your car, shutting the door as he does so.

You’re still looking at him, mouth parted slightly. You can’t understand why your body is reacting this way. He’s still staring. Eyes heavy, low. You don’t know what it is but you start the car, engine roaring quietly. You’re driving home now. A hidden command from him. Your omega wants him in your space. Wants him to invade your things. Invade you. Is it your heat? That’s not until a couple— days. You wanted to think weeks. But your body has found a compatible mate. It just so happens to be the worst person you can think of.

You park in your entry, turn off the engine and slowly look to your left. Eyes hazy, breathing hesitant. A whine stopping at your throat. Trapped in your esophagus. He knows you want to. Doesn’t need to ask you.

You’re both stumbling into your cabin, his tongue deep in your mouth. Balaclava bunched on his crooked nose.

He’s ripping your coat off your body. Biceps contracting. Your black trench falls carelessly on your floors. Green veins running up his large hands holding the back of your neck, your waist. One of his hands drifting down, gripping your arse. Groaning into your mouth. Spit mixed. Your odours intertwine. A ripe lemon and orange peel staining the air.

You're whining. Teeth clashing. He’s biting at your bottom lip. Strong arms wrapping you. Engulfing your body.

“Been watching you for weeks.” His voice came out heavy, breathy.

You can’t respond with anything other than a mewl. Your hands haven’t left the fabric at his chest. You’re clutching at him. Body all needy. The warmth at your lower belly blooming into a vicious heat. White hot pleasure taking hold of you. Body seizing up. You're stunned. Eyes all wide and wet. Breath coming in fat heaves.

“Si—” You whimper out. Knees bending. Betraying you. Submission. He sees your body submitting to him before you can even voice it. You really want to. Badly.

Beefy arms pull you up and into him. Your legs hanging off his forearm, head lulled out, falling backwards.

He knows where your room is. Knows where everything in your home is. He knows exactly where you keep your suppressants, your diary. He’s read it all. You’ve never heard anyone enter your home at night. Yet he’s always there. Watching you sleep. He admires how your tits puff out when you breathe in, how you drool a bit. A few snores. Fucking obsessed with your body. The fat of your thighs. His alpha knew you were his.

You’re trembling, snivelling into his chest. He sets you down on your bedsheets, body going slump. He stands to his full height, pulling down his balaclava back over the rest of his face and just watches. Hidden again.

He’s slow to take his jacket off. Pulling the zip down in a long stroke. Shoves it off his body.

“I need nghh~” You’re moaning out, hands attempting to take your top off. Too weak. There’s a little drool spilling at the side of your mouth.

He doesn’t bother to take the rest of his clothes off. He’s come too far in this to focus on himself.

“Shh.” Your body, listening immediately.

He hauls your top off for you, now left in just a black lace. Sweat glistening on your chest. Beads rolling down.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell.” He curses low.

His arms circle your body, taking the lace off. Tits spilling out, the air wafting over your hardened nipples. You sob. Body clutching in on itself. He doesn’t let you. His large hand, pushing you down at your shoulder.

“No movin’.” A warning.

Your arms are flat on the bed, hands resting above you, fisting the pillow. He removes your lower clothing in one strong pull. Your hips lifting instinctively. Your insatiable need to please your mate.

Panties gone. You're vulnerable before him. Hairs decorated around your wet pussy. Weeping. Leaking. A bead of slick sliding down from your hole onto your arse. Hips twitching.

Your body’s flushed, waiting. He’s being too slow. He has to savour this moment.

“Please.” You whimper out.

“A talkative bird ain’t ya.” He voices, still low toned.

“Gotta please this pussy, don’t I?” Taunting you. Letting out a low, mocking whistle.

He’s got his knees pressed into your bed, hands on your inner thighs, pressing into them. Your pussy parting each time. A tear slips out of you. Your head’s thrown back into the pillow. Lips tightly pressed, suppressing the moan trapped at your throat. Eyes shut tight.

He presses in once more, and you can’t help the noise that left you. You bring down one of your arms, scratching at his, trying to bring it where you need it most.

“Want me there, hm?

My fingers in your cunt?”

You’re vigorously nodding. A string of ‘please’s leaving your wet, kissed stained mouth. He doesn’t remove your hand. Doesn’t need to. You can’t move someone as big as him.

You still can’t see his face fully. Only his eyes. But you know he’s smiling at you. You make out a small dent under the balaclava. His alpha pleased at your omega. You want to see more of him. But your heat won’t let you form the sentence.

He doesn’t care though. He’s going to take you.

He brings his rugged thumb, circles it on your throbbing puffy clit.

“Angh!”

Your hips twitch towards him. More beads of slick fall out your drenched pussy. A few more tears rolling down your face. The heat nearly consuming you.

His thumb moving slowly up and down your clit, inching towards your gaping hole. Your hips follow on instinct. Rolling with his hand.

“Fuck sakes.” You’re a sight. His tip leaking heavy drops of pre.

His thumb finds your soaked hole, another bead leaking out coating it. He pushes in slow and deep. Long thick thumb stretching you out.

You scream. Back bowing. Toes curled into the sheets, fingers still scratching at his arms. Your head is lulled to the side, the whites of your eyes on display.

He’s thumbing your hole. Quick deep strokes of his thumb.

Squelch squelch.

“She’s a loud twat, ain’t she?” Voice rugged.

You’re moaning loud, your heat making it feel way better than it’s supposed to.

Fuck you’re close. Body heating up even more, twitching, writhing. Leaving moon shaped dents on his forearms.

“You markin’ me already?” He’s cackling low.

“Ngh c—close!”

“I know.” You pussy throbs.

His voice has such an intense effect on you. He’s been scenting your clothes so you get used to his smell. Needs your body reacting before you do.

One…two..three pumps of his thumb and your convulsing. Body quaking. Mouth hung open in a beautiful ‘o’ shape, brows squinted. You silently cry out letting your orgasm wash over you. Long waves of heat spread over your body.

“Need you.” Voice all gone, yet you managed to whisper out.

“You’ll ‘ave me.”

He slowly pulls his thumb out and stares at it in awe, glistening in your cum. You’ve marked him as yours, now he has to return the favour.

Not giving you any time to recover, he plunges two thick long fingers deep into your pussy. You let out a shocked scream. Hips jerking at the sudden stretch. He leans his body into yours as he pushes his fingers as far as they could go. He’s close to you now. Face just a few inches from yours. You're breathing out hefty breaths, fanning his hidden face. Eyes fully dilated.

“Got a deeep cunt on ya.” He praises. You moan in response. Your arms feel heavy, your trembling fingers attempting to hook the edges of his balaclava and pull down. It comes off revealing messy blonde locks. The two of you reach forward, lips meeting in a sloppy kiss. Mouths open, breathing heavy. Tongues rolling against each other. He’s pistoning his fingers fast. Quick deep strokes making it hard for you to kiss him back. It’s too messy.

He’s grunting into you, you’re whining into him. One hand gripping the hairs at his nape. The other gripping the hairs at the middle of his head. You're rolling your hips into his hand. His thumb bumping your clit every stroke. He’s fucking at your g spot, fingers curling, scissoring your pussy. You break the kiss with a loud moan.

“C—can’t take it! Simon—”

“You will. Didn’t wait this long for you to tap out.” He sounds so rough.

“Anhh! Hngh.”

Another few scissors of your pussy and you’re sooo close again. You’re whinging, body twisting, turning away. You want to run. Want to scream at him. Fight him.

You’re smacking at his chest, he’s still too close watching your face so intently. He needs to see what makes it contort. He likes that you fight back. Makes him harder. He’s straining at his boxers. Cock twitching, itching to be inside your needy cunt. He knows you need his knot.

You're slapping his shoulders, hands balled up in fists, punching at him. He curls his fingers just right and you’re screaming. White blinding pleasure. You’re clutching at him now. He’s fucking his fingers at that exact spot. Engrossed in the way your brows contorted, the way your cheeks deepen in colour. How your wet lashes stick to the top of your cheeks.

“F—fuck fhuck!” Your orgasm, ripping through you.

Your arse pressed deep into the sheets, back arched, pussy gushing out ruining his hand. Arms flailing.

Squelch

His hand sliding out slowly from your bruised pussy. Admiring your work on his fingers. Shining wet. He sees your pussy lips flutter in the corner of his eyes.

“You’re something else.”

He brings his stained fingers to his mouth, sucking them deep, relishing the taste. Groaning deep. Eyes fluttering shut.

“Knot. Y—your knot please.” You cry out. Head still planted to the side. Arms wobbly, you reach out to his dark grey joggers. Fingers tugging at the top of it. His happy trail peeking out. He helps his dick out of his joggers, his boxers next, not taking them off fully. It’s so big. Thick veins running up a few sides, dark red at the tip. Angry. Purple almost. So girthy. Leaking so much pre. He’s so wet for you.

Your omega hungry at the sight. The orangey peel stench, very prominent now.

“Gonna fuck you now. Knot you.”

“Please.”

He lines his fat cock at the opening of your cunt. Rubs it slowly up and down your clit. You’re hips jutting, bucking away from him.

The tip pops into you in a slow, deep stroke. He stalls for a moment. Hot pulsing pussy pulling him in.

“Fuck—”

He pushes further in. Still slow. You feel every vein on his cock, every curve. Every inch, stretching your walls out. Your mouth, watering at the fullness.

You push at his lower hard stomach, a few hairs tickling your fingers. He’s fucking huge. You can’t take it all at once. You’re weeping, tears spilling at the sides of your face, tits puffed out.

“M’gonna make you take it.”

He hikes your thighs on top of his, pushes himself further into you, digging your knees into your chest. He sinks in another few inches. Your squinted eyes peer down at where you’re both connected, there’s still so much more. Your head falls back as you sniffle, a tiny noise leaving your lips.

He pulls his hips back all of a sudden, you gasp at the loss. Your head comes up quickly. Watching.

“Noo. Simon, fuck—”

Slamming his cock deep, hips grinding into yours. A bulge forming at your lower belly. Your head collapsing back onto the pillow, brain fogged. Your eyes forced back, body quivering. Quick heaves of your chest, your mouth left hung open, more drool spilling out.

Plap plap

He’s fucking you so deep. Big burly body rocking into you, your pussy sucking him in so tight. So wet. So hot. The room’s filled with the mix of your bodies, your sweat, the smell of your pheromones. Blooming. Inviting him even more. He takes it.

Cock, pistoning so good. Fucking at your spots. You're wailing against him, scratching at his chest, his hard rigid stomach, his neck. Leaving red crescent marks all over.

“Anngh!”

“Such a good bird huh? Taking a stranger's cock so well.”

“Y—yeah nghh ahh.”

He’s grinning at you, a few teeth on display.

You’re gone. So far gone. You're grinding your hips into his, grabbing behind him, his back, pulling him into you. He slows. Deep long strokes now. You can’t do anything but feel it. The dent of your stomach, more evident at every rock of his body into yours. Simon places one of his hands on the bulge. Pressing. Pushing it.

You scream, your juices squirting out of your uncontrollably. You’re shaking so much. Crying. Head stretched back, you're pushing at the bed, jolting away from him.

“Thereeee’s a girl. Thaa’s it, squirt all on me.”

He’s still fucking you slow and deep, riding you through it. The bed, soaked in your cum, your sweat.

“Knot! Knot me please.” You beg. Voice strained, gone from pleasure.

Sitting up, his arms come to the neck of his sweat stained shirt. All sticky. Dark wet patch on lower part of it. He’s taking his shirt off now.

His broad hairy chest on show. Ample. Decorated in various tattoos. You’re in awe of his body.

A few wet hairs stick to the top of his forehead, cheeks dusted pink. Eyes heavy, low. He’s ogling at your scent gland, right by the curve of your neck and shoulder.

“M’gonna mark you.” His eyes gestured at the gland. You can barely hear him through your heat.

He moves both of your legs on his shoulders, pushes closer to you. Breaths mingling. He pulls his cock out to the knob, then rams into you. Quicker, harder than before.

“Ouuh fuck.”

You’re breathing all over his face. Cheeks deepened in colour.

Chasing his own high now, on the brink of release. Cock brushing at your cervix on every thrust. Did he get bigger? Your eyes widening at the thought. There’s a swollen feeling at the bottom of his— knot.

“Want my thrust knot hnyeah? Tell me girl. Thrust. Tell me how bad you wan’ it.” His voice, straining. Low, deep. Grunting.

“I wan’ it. Want it so bad. Please. Please. Please—”

He angles his face at your neck, his mouth a breath away from your gland. One hard heavy thrust into your pussy he’s finally cumming. He bites down hard. Your gland, blooming. Blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, his eyes rolling back. You shriek at the feel. Your breath comes in short, rapid pants. Eyes shutting tight. More tears spilling. It hurts so good. Burning sensation washing over you. White hot. Scorching.

White blotchy spurts of his cum flooding you deep. Throaty groans leaving his mouth. You're soaking, drinking it up. There’s so much cum, it’s spilling out. Dropping on the sheets. His body nearly collapsed on yours. Your body can’t take the weight on you. He’s so heavy. Your omega yearns for it, wants the weight on you.

His knot, plugging your cunt, trapping you together. You sigh in pleasure. Satisfaction. Content. You still feel a twitch of his cock, small spurts shooting into you.

A few beats pass, his knot finally deflating. Cock only half hard now. He’s pulling out of you slowly. Beads of his cum following suit. It catches on his tip.

His breathing ragged as he brought his face down to your bruised pussy. It throbs under his burning stare. His mouth inches closer. Wetting his bottom lips, he lunges into you. Sucking, circling, licking at your pussy.

You’re whining, mewling, bucking your hips away from him. He’s quicker. Pining your hips down with two large hands. He’s eating his cum out your pussy.

“T—too much!”

“Mmh.” Groaning, voice vibrating through your over sensitive pussy.

He brings one of his hands, two fingers plugging it back in. Deep. Fucking his cum back in. You’re on the cusp again. Hips hiking up. Back arched in a beautiful bow.

His tongue curling, circling on your clit. You’re seeing stars, everything’s all blurry. You’re cumming again.

“Simon!”

His fingers slow. Just strong unhurried thrusts. You’re coming down. Breath haggard. Eyes blown.

“Can’t leave me now.” He tells you, voice quiet.

You're his.

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A/n: I literally need that dih so bad.

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You’re a thick, soft little enchantress with perfect makeup, 6-inch heels, and a wand you bedazzled with rhinestones. Your tits jiggle when you cast. Your spellbook’s pink. And you don’t have a care in the world—until you go into the rotting catacombs and find him. An orc warlord cursed into stillness. The spell broke the moment your perfume hit the ward.

♡•2,770 words, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), Orc x Blackfem!reader, Dubcon(just to be safe), Size kink, Bent over a tomb->Carry fuck, Oral(m), Praise & degradation, Dirty talk, Crying due to sexual intensity, Choking, Kissing, etc•♡

❤︎18+ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 ❤︎

The dungeon smells like sweat, mildew, and old copper.

And you don’t belong here. Not in these shoes. Not with this face.

Six-inch patent leather heels click against stone, loud and glossy. A tight little robe, fuchsia silk clinging to your waist like it owes you rent. Gold bangles chime when you raise your wand. Your lips are lined, glossy, perfect.

You look like you came to hex a sugar daddy into submission. Not break a thousand-year curse on a buried warlord.

You blow a pink bubble, pop it with a snap. “Ugh, this place is like… sooo gross.” You roll your eyes and fluff your hair with your free hand. “Let’s make this quick, okay?”

The crypt yawns open at your feet.

You descend.

-

You feel him before you see him.

Old magic coils around your ankles, thick and sticky like spit. The kind of enchantment that wasn’t built to ward or protect. This wasn’t holy magic. This was warning. Repulsion.

But you keep going, swaying your hips with each step. “Ew, it’s sticky and gross.” You squeal under your breath. “Hope it’s not bad for my shoes.”

Candlelight doesn’t reach the last stair. You cast your own—lazy, one-handed. Your fingers sparkle with pink-glittered glow as you twirl the wand. Light blooms in a slow drip down the corridor like syrup.

You feel it pulse in response.

The weight of something waiting.

Something hungry.

-

At the end of the hall: a shrine. Black stone. Gold rot. A throne carved from animal bones and war banners. And there—slumped forward, still and massive—Him.

The warlord.

You pause in your tracks.

Seven feet at least. Broad across the chest, gut thick with power, thighs spread like a goddamn altar. His green-gray skin shines wet in the heat, tusks exposed in a mouth slightly ajar. His black braids are crusted with dried blood, and his hands—still bound in rusted iron shackles—rest against his knees.

He doesn’t move.

Not yet.

Your heart thumps once.

You twirl your wand. “Just need the relic.”

You lean in.

Take a single step forward.

The wards break with a crack like bone under heel.

He lifts his head.

Just a little.

And grins.

Teeth. Thick, sharp, and yellowed from time and meat. His tusks gleam like fangs.

“Well fuck me,” he says, voice like gravel dragged down your spine. “A little pink thing come to unwrap me?”

Your stomach flips.

You scowl, put on a pout. “Excuse me? I’m like—totally powerful, okay? Don’t be gross.”

You raise your wand again, fast. “Stay over there.”

He doesn’t move.

He doesn’t need to.

The space is already his.

He licks his teeth.

You circle him cautiously, pretending you don’t feel the heat radiating off his body like a furnace. Pretending you don’t notice how his cock—half-hard—rests heavy against his thigh, thick as your wrist and still growing. He watches you the way a starving man watches a plate.

He snorts. “You’re trembling.”

“I’m not,” you say, voice pitched high, breathless. “I’m just—um—hot in here. It’s the dungeon, not me.”

“Right,” he rumbles, unconvinced, eyes pinning you where you stand. The sound scrapes low in his throat, slow as gravel. He tugs at the chains—lazy, testing—and they groan in protest.

You flick your wrist, sharp and practiced. Magic swirls between your fingers, sour pink and pop-berry sweet. It hisses through the air, sparks off his chest then fizzles out, useless.

His eyes gleam gold.

The chains fall off.

Not broken.

Just let go.

Your throat dries.

He stands up slow. Rolls his shoulders. Cracks his neck. The sound is obscene. Then he’s in front of you.

“Go ahead,” he grins, looming. “Tell me again to back up.”

You press the wand to his chest.

He leans into it.

His breath is rank. Sweat, hunger, musk, and blood. You’re already wet and furious about it. Your thighs press together. He sees it. Smells it.

You wrinkle your nose. “Wow, somebody needs a mint and a shower.”

He chuckles low. “You talk a lot for someone shaking in heels.”

“I’m not shaking,” you say. “These are stilettos—they wobble. It’s called balance, duh. Oh, and if you try to hurt me, I’ll turn you into a nasty purple jelly-bean!” the confidence in your voice is ill-placed—particularly since your first spell failed.

His smile goes nasty.

He steps closer, and you don’t move. Just tilt your chin up, eyes fluttering, smirking when he stops a breath away.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you,” he says.

He steps in close. “But I’ll use you.”

You tense.

Not from fear.

From how fast your cunt clenches.

He leans in—nose to your throat—and inhales. His hands hover, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch.

“Pretty little thing in pink,” he rasps. “What’re you hiding under all that glitter?”

You don’t answer.

He laughs. Slow and deep.

Then circles you like meat.

“You ain’t here for relics,” he says. “You’re here ‘cause you wanted a monster to fuck it outta you. Magic girl with pretty tits and a mean mouth. You cast dumb little spells and call it power. I’ll show you what power is.”

You swallow.

He stops behind you.

“Say no.”

You don’t. Not when he presses his hips to your ass and grinds up slow. Not when you feel his cock, hard now, thick and heavy and ready. Not when he groans in your ear, low and primal and real.

You don’t moan.

You don’t gasp.

You clench your teeth and twist your wand in your palm and glare at him like you’re still in control—even as he leans into you, his dick hot and heavy and thick as a club between your thighs.

“You smell like sugar,” he grunts against your ear. “You’re gonna break on my cock, ain’t you?”

Heat rushes through you. You can feel his eyes on you—on the swell of your breasts nearly spilling from your robes, on every soft, greedy curve. His gaze drags over your mouth, your ass, slow and heavy, like he’s tasting you from where he stands.

And for one dangerous second, you wonder how he’d feel inside you. How it’d feel to be split open by someone that big. He’s all muscle and rough edges, green skin slick with sweat, and gods, you hate that it turns you on.

You shake your head hard. No. You’ve dated orcish types before—they’re all bastards. Every single one.

But you’re just a girl, and your feet ache from hours in these damn heels. You didn’t even want this mission. You tried to seduce a warlock into doing the heavy lifting, like usual—but of course, everyone had run off to that stupid festival.

You sneer.

"Ugh, your breath smells like ass.”

He grins wider.

Your thighs tremble.

He runs a hand down your side, thick fingers skating over silk, then lace, then skin. He lifts the hem of your robe with a curl of two knuckles and whistles low.

“You came down here with no damn panties?”

You scoff. “Didn’t expect to be molested by a talking ham hock.”

His hand freezes.

Then grips your hip tight enough to bruise.

He leans in closer. “Keep talkin’, cupcake. I’ll fuck that mouth before you can say abracadabra.”

This is bad, you think. Really bad. If word got back to the council—another one of your scandals—they’d have your head. You’re supposed to be better than this. You curse under your breath. You shouldn’t even be thinking about it. About him. Gods, you’re so stupid. Well...only one thing to do now. You twist, break out of his grip, and run.

Your heels scream against the stone. The walls blur. Your tits bounce wildly beneath the ruined robe, makeup smudged, breath ragged, wand clutched tight in your shaking hand. You don’t cast. You don’t even look back.

Until your heel slips—

And you go down.

Hard.

Face-first into cold stone.

Your wand clatters away.

The silence that follows is thick and awful.

You roll over, heart pounding. Completely embarrassed. One of your bra straps has snapped. There’s a cut across your knee. You don’t move.

Because you hear him breathing.

He walks up slow.

Deliberate.

Feet heavy. Steps wide. He doesn’t run. Doesn’t need to. He’s a fucking wall.

You sit up fast and try to get to your knees, but he’s already above you. Already looking down at the little pink mess you’ve become.

His cock hangs half-hard again, drooling from the tip. Your mouth goes dry.

And he laughs.

“Aw, baby,” he growls. “That run got your pussy hotter?”

You slap at him. “Ugh, shut the fuck up!”

He steps closer. “You shaking.”

“I’m not scared.”

“You should be.”

You try to crawl back, but he crouches low, one thick hand curling around your ankle.

He drags you back like you weigh nothing—thighs sliding open, robe slipping off your shoulders until it hangs useless at your elbows. Tits out, lipstick smeared, eyes stinging with tears. Not fear—anger. That robe was expensive. Silk from the southern ports. You didn’t pay for it, obviously, but still. It was yours.

You twist, try to kick, but it’s weak.

You’re wet and mad about it.

“Get off me,” you spit.

He grins again, licking his tusk. “You gonna hex me with your glitter wand, sweetheart?”

“You smell like graveyard dick.”

“Oh, I’m gonna make you cry.”

He rips the rest of your robe open.

Gone.

Torn off like tissue paper.

Now your whole body’s exposed—soft and glistening. Your stomach jiggles when you breathe, tits heavy and bouncing as you squirm. Your thighs are thick and smeared with slick.

He doesn’t even touch your pussy yet—he just looks at it.

Long.

Grinning.

“You been this wet the whole time?”

You lift your chin and pout. “You think that means anything? You’re ugly and old. You look like a bloated toe!”

He snorts, growls—and bends you over the nearest tomb.

He bends you over the tomb like a doll. Cold stone kisses your tits, your cheek, your belly. You try to push up, scramble off, but his hand plants you there—thick and calloused, the weight of it flattening your back, forcing your ass higher.

You whimper.

He grunts.

“Stay just like that, pretty meat.”

Your thighs tremble. You want to fight—but you’re slick and bare and soaking the top of the fucking crypt.

You pout over your shoulder. “Fuck you.”

“You will,” he growls.

His fingers spread your ass open.

You feel the air on your cunt. Humid. Hot. His breath hits your slit and you jerk—shivering, humiliated, soaked through.

Then—

He spits.

Right on your pussy.

The warm slide of it drips down your folds. You gasp, biting your lip, legs twitching.

He watches it drip.

“Dumb little pussy’s hungry already,” he laughs.

“Choke on a tusk,” you snap.

He slaps your ass hard.

You yelp.

Then he’s there—cock thick and drooling—rubbing the head against your pussy like he’s lining up for a meal, not a fuck. He teases the head up and down your slit, slow and deliberate, coating himself in your slick.

You twitch.

Try to bite down another whimper.

He catches it.

Smirks.

“You scared now?”

You turn your head, eyes glassy, gloss smeared, and snarl: “Do it, you ugly fuck.”

He growls—deep, primal—and thrusts in.

You scream.

No prep.

No warning.

Just the massive stretch of his cock forcing your cunt wide, burning through you like it’s splitting you in half.

Your nails scratch stone.

You can’t breathe. You clench around him without meaning to, and he moans—low and filthy, hips stuttering forward until he bottoms out. Balls against your clit.

Your walls shake and your voice breaks: “F-Fuck—”

“That’s it,” he grunts, rutting in tiny, brutal thrusts. “Fuckin’ melt on it.”

You sob.

He leans over your back, mouth at your neck, and licks the tear off your cheek.

“You cryin’ already?” he whispers. “Pretty thing, all painted up, but you break so easy.”

You don’t answer.

You can’t.

He grabs your breast, hard, twisting the nipple until you gasp. Then he lowers his mouth to it, sucks hard, tongue dragging over the metal bar through the skin.

You moan. Loud.

Your cunt pulses.

He groans against your chest.

“Dumb magic bitch. Got all wet for the monster. You wanted this, didn’t you?”

You shake your head—but you’re dripping, your thighs sticky and trembling, your pussy clenching around him like it’s begging to keep him in.

“Liar.”

He slams back into you again. Harder.

You scream. Every thrust knocks your tits into the stone, your knees sliding, body helpless under the size of him. Your cunt’s raw, but the slick just grows. You cum—loud, sudden, shaking—and he doesn’t stop.

That’s when he really starts.

He fucks you harder. Faster. Louder. Grunting, slapping your ass, calling you his soft little spellslut. He chokes you, bends you lower, licks the tears from your lips and tells you he’s gonna fill you up like you’re a breeding trough.

“Say thank you,” he growls.

You try. It’s broken. “Th-Thank you…”

He moans. “Fuckin’ pretty meat.”

Then he cums inside you. Hot. Heavy. Too much. You scream again, body convulsing, walls milking every drop. He doesn’t pull out. He just breathes.

Then grabs your hair.

And starts grinding into you again.

-

You’re limp against the tomb—legs jelly, face smeared with tears and spit, your pussy still twitching from the first load he dumped inside you.

Your voice is gone.

You whimper, head lolling to the side, breath ragged.

And he picks you up.

Not gently. Not tender.

He grabs you by the thigh and the small of your back and lifts you like you weigh nothing—just a warm, fucked-open hole and pretty tits for him to bounce on his cock.

You gasp.

He’s still hard. Still thick. Still slick with your cum and his.

You try to say something—

He pushes you down on it.

You scream. High and cracked.

You feel every inch all over again.

Your cunt stretches wide—again—your pussy squelching around his cock as it slides back in. You cry, hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging into muscle that’s too big, too hot, too real.

He groans. “That’s it.”

One hand supports you under the thigh, the other grabs your hair, pulling your head back so your throat’s exposed.

He fucks you like that—standing, lifting you, bouncing you on his cock with one massive hand yanking your scalp back, the other flexing your leg open to take every brutal thrust.

Your mouth falls open. You make noise. Loud, wet, high. Your body bounces. You drool. You break.

You look at him. Eyes glazed, lips parted, and you kiss him. Sloppy. Deep. Tongue curling into his mouth.

He freezes for half a second.

Then he groas into it. His tusks scrape your lips. You moan into his teeth. Your hips roll into his thrusts now—needy, mindless, fucked out and happy for it.

He pulls away, panting against your mouth.

“Pretty little toy,” he snarls.

You whimper. “Mmhm…”

“You like this cock now, huh?”

You nod, glossy eyes wide. “Y-Yeah… s’too big… hurts…”

“Still takin’ it.”

You cling to him.

“Feels s’good… you’re…” You blink. Slur. “You’re kinda cute. For an orc…”

He laughs—a harsh sound.

“You’re dumb as bricks.”

“Mhm,” you sigh, drooling on his shoulder. “M-More.”

He fucks you deeper. Adjusts the angle—tilts your hips with one hand and slams up until he hits that sweet spot that makes your legs twitch and your moans break into high, squeaky ah-ah-ah sounds.

You wail.

He bites your shoulder. Hard.

You cum again. No warning. Just gushing, twitching, eyes rolling, lips parted in a silent scream.

He doesn’t stop. He fucks through your orgasm, rutting deeper, faster, cock pistoning into your spasming cunt until it’s raw and slick and full of sound.

Your hands dangle. Your voice cracks.

You babble. “L-Love this—y-you fuck so good—feel full—can’t think…”

“That’s ‘cause I fucked the smarts outta you, cupcake.”

You nod like it’s a compliment.

He kisses you again. Harder this time. Hungry. You moan into it. Sloppy tongue, lips bruised, spit everywhere.

He groans and then—He cums inside you again. Hot, thick, pumping deep.

You moan. Body convulsing as the heat floods you, cunt milking him, belly swelling from the pressure.

He holds you through it—fucked limp and breathless in his arms, twitching, ruined.

Then leans in close, nuzzles your cheek, and mutters: “Mine now.”

You can’t walk. Your thighs are shaking. Your cunt is leaking, sore and stretched wide. Your robe’s in pieces. Your mascara’s down your neck. Your own spit’s on your tits.

But your lips are still glossy.

And your mouth is still wet.

He notices. Grins. Grabs your chin. Tilts your head.

“Get on your knees, pretty meat.”

You slide down like you’re made of syrup. Legs folding under you. Face flushed. Eyes glazed. You smile up at him like a good little thing—so sweet, so dumb, already opening your mouth as his dick slaps against your cheek.

It’s still soaked. Still twitching. Still leaking.

You whimper. Then lick. Long, slow, tongue dragging up the vein on the underside of his shaft. You moan. He groans. Your hand wraps around the base and your lips slide down—soft, plush, trained.

You gag on it fast. You can't even take a half of this length down your throat.

Tears start again. He groans louder.

He fists your hair and uses your throat.

No rhythm. No mercy. Just him, standing wide-legged in front of you, thrusting what he can fit into your mouth with both hands on your head, muttering how good your throat feels while you cry on his cock.

You choke. Slobber. Breathe through your nose, just barely.

He snarls.

“Dumb lil slut,” he pants. “Makin’ a mess. Look at you—fuckin’ beautiful like this.”

You blink up at him. Make eye contact.

Then hollow your cheeks and hum.

He shudders.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ ruin me,” he rasps.

You nod with his cock in your mouth.

He cums in your throat.

You try to swallow. Fail. It spills out the corners of your lips, sticky and hot, splashing down your chest, into the valley of your breats. He twitches again, moaning, holding your face to his base.

You gag once.

Then suck, sweet and slow, like you’re thanking him.

He lets go of your hair.

You slump forward, lips still parted, drooling.

He wipes your chin with his thumb.

Then picks you up like you’re weightless. You melt in his arms. Thighs open. Face nuzzled against his chest. Sticky, wet, and soft all over.

He doesn’t say much.

Just grunts once, thick fingers curling around the fat of your thigh as he starts walking—carrying you through the tunnel like you’re treasure.

You murmur into his neck.

“I’m your favorite now, huh…”

He snorts. “You’re my only.”

You pout. “Gonna fuck me again?”

“Whenever I want.”

You smile.

And whisper, “Good.”

Then pass out in his arms.

Still leaking.

Still his.

❤︎𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓫𝔂 𝓡𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 ❤︎

Constructive criticism is welcome!! I feel like this could have been way better...

Dividers by @dividers-are-us

All works © liliacsdelight 2025. Do not modify, plagiarize, repost my work, or feed it to ai.

[merakidoll]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 day 1 : sensory play w/ ony, eren, and connie

sticky with cum. you hiccuped, mouth wet, eyes shut from the ribbon and hands bound. you could hear all three men shuffling around the room, the smell of sex in the air. your pussy throbbing, sensitive from all that you had been through. in the middle of your thoughts a calloused hand slapped your cheek. it was soft yet rought, smooth skin and the smell of shea butter hitting your nose. “who was it baby?” eren said innocently, as if he wasn’t partaking in what you were going through. sniffling, your pudgy stomach heaved. you prayed you got it right. “o-ony?” you said as a question, heart pounding when the room went still. nothing was said; all until they all laughed at you; humiliation ripping through you - making your body shiver. two of them clapping hands together who you then found out was eren and connie.

“good job connie! it was definitely the shea butter” he laughed, your eyes shut tight vision going darker - if possible. the bed shuffled, a weight on your chest, and a thumb rubbing over your bottom lip. they said nothing, straddling your chest and shoving their cock in your mouth. you immediately knew it was eren. a long, slightly curved - but very vein dick stuffed your cheeks making them puff out. your throat contracted around him, gaggs falling from your mouth, with spit bubbles blowing from the side of your lips. “who’s that princess?” eren; who you knew it was. pulled back, he rested his cock on your face humping it against your skin and groaning at the friction.

“r-rennie” you were confident. “there’s my baby” onyankopon praised. you whimpered in satisfaction, but was cut off with eren stuffing his dick back in your mouth. his balls hit your chin, and he would even slid his dick all the way out of your mouth and make a mess on your face, then go back in. you were so preoccupied with him, the sensation he was giving your hole body until you felt someone push into your open pussy. eren moved back letting your moan out onys name fall from your lips like a prayer. tears dripped from your eyes, to your cheek. “awn baby, it feels too good huh?” your breath was stuck in your throat, your body being dragged from the headboard, then back from ony.

you knew it was him from his thickness. he stretched your pussy wide, filling you to the brim, each and every time he filled your pussy. “that’s it baby, give daddy what he wants” onyankopon spoke, his hips pushing against you sloppier, his nails dug into your love handles, a groan falling from his lips. your cums mixed together dripping down to your ass hole - to which you then felt a finger massaging in. “who’s that?” connie asked a smile in his tone. “l-leave me aloneeeuhh” you cried, pussy clenched down on the man inside of you. your nails dug into your palm, back arching as you squirted. your pussy wouldn’t stop, dribbles of squirt making a mess on the bed. ony pulled from you, leaving whoever fucked your asshole open to have free rein.

fingers were gone. and then a mushroom tip pushed against it. “w-waitwaitwaittmmm” your mind went blank, a burn from your second hole, that was uncomfortable started to feel so good. your rocked your hips with him, moaning loudly and stars in your vision. you were so into it, into cumming that a slap, harder than the last is what they got your attention with. “who’s fuckin your baby” eren whispered in your ear. “c-connieee” your body shook, as your vision was brought back. you vision was blurry trying to get back used to light, but eren moved from you to down by were connie was fucking you. the colorful haired man bit his lip, not caring about the lip piercing that decorated his features.

he grunted, looking up at you and winking then back to where you both connected. “t-this ass baby” connie praised in a strained voice. “s’fucking gooddd” eren smirked at his boyfriend, shuffling to get in from of him and between your parted thighs. confusion shuffled through your dumb mind, but was eased with ony turning your attention to him. his forehead rested on your, nose pressed against yours, as his lips were a whisper away from yours. “that’s it baby, let connie fuck that pretty ass” you threw your head back onto the pillow, in a daze.

your eye contact stayed with ony, in your own world, then you felt it. eren pushing into your pussy just as connie moved out of your ass. then they pushed into you together. “i-can’ttt ohmygoddd” you could feel them both, never feeling so full. you watched them, when one pulled in, the other pushed out. they worked your walls, moaning and muttering to themselves at how you were amazing. “takin my boys so good boo” ony kissed your cheek, “gonna stuff you full, you want that hmm?” your pussy clenched, the cum that was still in your pussy pushing out around eren. you took a huge deep breath as your stomach churned. you had no more cum to give, but your pussy had other thoughts as you creamed. white slimy cum painting eren so prettily and making a mess.

“shitt” connie’s pushed into you hard, stilling and cumming in your ass. his balls scrunched then un scrunched satisfied. eren pumps got lazy, he thrusted once more, hitting your spot making squirt shoot from your tired body one more time. all the while, ony comforted you. both boys pulled out slowly, connie undoing the cuffs then laying down in the wet bed. “you did so good baby” he looked at your face kissing your lip. “mmh, always so perfect princess” eren commented rubbing your leg, and kissing your toes. your body shivered in happiness. “h-happy halloween” you stuttered out, then closed your eyes falling into a deep sleep

[midnightmemoirsofher]

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝

Pairing: Elias “Stack” Moore × Elijah “Smoke” Moore × Raven (Black Female OC)

Summary: Raven comes home with Stack after a night out, expecting nothing more than his sweet-filthy mouth to ruin her. But when the shadows shift in her bedroom, she learns he’s not the only Moore brother watching. Smoke steps out of the dark—gentle where Stack is sharp, steady where Stack is reckless—and soon Raven is caught between both twins, their voices layering possession until her body is split wide and claimed twice over.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Explicit smut, Dom/sub dynamics, voyeurism, twin brothers (MMF), double penetration (anal + vaginal), overstimulation, dirty talk, AAVE-coded dialogue, praise/degradation mix, crying sex, tears, breeding implications, intensity, emotional sub, cussing.

The front door clicked shut, and the quiet of the apartment rushed in, heavier than the bass that had been rattling her chest all night. Raven let her purse drop on the entryway table, her heels following with a tired thud. She flexed her toes against the hardwood, sighing at the relief. The night had been long—too many faces, too much liquor, too much noise pressing at her ears.

The silence felt good. Familiar.

She padded toward the kitchen, reaching for a glass, humming low to herself. The dim light under the cabinets flicked on, gold against her brown skin. She poured water, sipping slow, letting her shoulders drop.

That’s when she felt him.

Stack slid in behind her, the warmth of him at her back before she even heard the soft scrape of his boots. His chest brushed her shoulder blades, his hands bracing on the counter at her sides. His voice came low, syrup-thick, right at her ear.

“You look good when you tired,” he murmured. “All soft. Easy to fold up in my hands.”

Raven’s breath stuttered, the rim of the glass pausing against her lips. “Stack…”

“Mmh.” He kissed just under her ear, slow, lips dragging. “Been watchin’ you all night, sittin’ there quiet, lettin’ everybody else run they mouths. You mine now. Ain’t gotta share.”

Her cheeks warmed, her throat tightening. “You always talkin’ nasty when I’m just tryna relax.”

“That’s ‘cause I know how quick you give in when I do.” His smile ghosted against her skin, one hand slipping from the counter to rest at her hip. His thumb stroked lazy circles over her dress. “Don’t even fight it, baby. You know you like when I talk filthy.”

She swallowed hard, her body already leaning back into him. The water glass felt forgotten in her hand.

Stack nuzzled her jaw, his drawl dropping lower, the words sticky-sweet and dirty. “Bet you already wet just from me whisperin’ in your ear like this. Bet if I slid my fingers under this dress, I’d find you drippin’ for me.”

Her breath caught, her knuckles whitening around the glass. “…Stack.”

He chuckled, soft and filthy, pressing his hips just enough against her so she could feel the thick line of his dick through denim. “Mmhm. You feel me. You know where this headed.”

The apartment was quiet except for the hum of the fridge, the slow drip of the faucet, and his voice sinking into her like honey.

Stack crowded her in, the counter pressing into the backs of Raven’s thighs. She hadn’t moved since he stepped in behind her, his chest caging her soft body, his breath spilling hot against her ear.

“Put the glass down,” he murmured.

Her hand shook as she set it in the sink. Before she could pull back, his palm slid over her wrist and flattened it against the counter. His other hand found the hem of her dress, inching it higher like he owned every thread.

“Stack…” Her voice cracked—half protest, half plea.

He chuckled low, lips grazing her jaw. “What? Can’t even say my name without soundin’ like you already gone?” His fingers crept higher, brushing the edge of her panties. “Mm. Body tellin’ me more than your mouth ever will.”

Her knees wobbled, but his weight at her back kept her steady. He pressed his dick against her ass, heavy and thick through denim, letting her feel the shape of him.

“Don’t—” she whispered, breath catching.

“Don’t what?” His voice sharpened just enough to make her pulse skip. His thumb skimmed over the damp patch at her center. “Don’t touch you here? Or don’t stop?”

Her throat worked, no answer coming. He slid his fingers under the lace, slow, dragging along her slit until her whole body jolted.

“Yeah,” he breathed, mouth against her temple. “That’s it. You soaked already. And you tryin’ to act like my mouth runnin’ is the problem.”

Her moan spilled out, high and thin, and her hand gripped the edge of the counter like it might keep her upright.

“Listen to you,” he teased, slipping one finger inside her, deep and smooth. She clenched tight around him, and he hissed through his teeth. “Fuck. You clutchin’ me like you scared to let go.”

Her head tipped back onto his shoulder, her breath ragged. “Stack—”

“That’s right. Say it like you mean it.” He stroked inside her, curling just enough to make her gasp, while his thumb found her clit and drew tight circles. “Every little whine you make sound better than any song they played tonight.”

Her hips twitched, rocking forward against his hand, but when she tried to chase more, he froze, holding her still.

“Mm-mm.” His mouth brushed her cheek, smile curved against her skin. “Don’t rush me. You gon’ take this slow, the way I want.”

“Please—”

His hand left her wrist, came up to her jaw, tilting her face toward him. “Say it straight.”

Her eyes fluttered open, wide, glassy. “…Please keep goin’.”

His grin spread, slow and sure. “That’s my girl.”

He pulled his hand from her, slick fingers trailing down her thigh, leaving her trembling. She whimpered at the loss, but he only kissed her—long, messy, tongue sweeping until she was breathless against the counter.

When he finally pulled back, her lips shined, her chest heaved. He laced his fingers through hers and tugged her forward, past the living room.

The bedroom light stayed off, only the spill from the hallway catching the edges of the sheets. Stack guided her in like he had all the time in the world, his hand warm around hers, his steps slow so she felt every second of the pull.

When the backs of her legs brushed the mattress, he stopped. One hand slid from hers to her waist, pressing her steady, his other tilting her chin up.

“You nervous?” His drawl wrapped lazy around the question, though his eyes had that sharp glint she couldn’t escape.

Raven’s lips parted, but nothing came out. She only nodded.

He grinned, soft and filthy all at once. “Good. I like you nervous.” His mouth claimed hers before she could answer, deep and wet, his tongue slipping past her lips like he owned the right.

Her knees weakened fast, her fingers catching at his shirt, holding tight. He kissed her like he was starving, like every sound she made was a meal he’d waited all night for. When she whimpered, he swallowed it whole, pulling her tighter against the thick line of his dick pressing into her stomach.

“Mm.” He pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips. “You taste better than the liquor they poured me.”

Her cheeks burned, her chest rising sharp under his. She tried to look away, but his hand on her jaw held her still.

“Uh uh. Eyes here.” His thumb traced her bottom lip, slick from his kiss. “Ain’t lettin’ you hide from me.”

She blinked at him, wide-eyed, her breath catching when his fingers slipped to her shoulder, tugging at the strap of her dress.

“Take it off,” he whispered, voice thick and sure.

Her hands trembled, but she obeyed, sliding the straps down her arms, fabric pooling at her waist. He watched her like she was giving him something sacred, his gaze heavy, unblinking.

“Pretty,” he breathed, kissing her collarbone, dragging his lips slow across her skin. “Always so fuckin’ pretty for me.”

He knelt then, tugging the dress lower, his palms dragging down her hips as he freed her from it. She stood in nothing but her panties, the cool air making her shiver.

Stack sat back on his heels, looking up at her, his grin edged with hunger. “You shakin’ already. And I ain’t even started.”

Her thighs pressed together, heat slick between them, her eyes darting anywhere but his.

“Raven.” His voice sharpened. She snapped her gaze back to him. “Open up.”

Slowly, she parted her legs. His tongue flicked across his lip, his hands sliding up her thighs.

“That’s it,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss just above the waistband of her panties. “Gon’ lay you down next. Let you feel what this mouth really do.”

The bed creaked when he pressed her back onto it, his hands gentle but firm, spreading her across the sheets. He kissed her again—her stomach, her hip, the swell of her breast through lace—dragging it out until her whole body buzzed with need.

By the time he settled between her thighs, she was trembling, breath ragged, eyes glassy in the dark.

And Stack’s grin was soft, filthy, certain. “Yeah. You ready for me now.”

Stack dragged her panties down slow, knuckles brushing the insides of her thighs as he slid the lace away. Raven gasped, hips twitching when the night air hit her slick heat. She tried to close her legs on instinct, but his palms pushed them back apart, steady, unhurried.

“Uh uh. Keep ‘em open for me.” His voice was soft, but the command cut straight through her.

Her thighs trembled as he settled between them, lips brushing her knee, then the soft inside of her thigh. He kissed everywhere but where she needed him most—slow, deliberate, like he had all night to taste every inch of her skin.

“You smell so good down here,” he murmured, his breath hot against her. “Sweet and messy, just how I like it.”

Her head tipped back against the sheets, a broken sound leaving her throat. “Stack—please…”

“Mmh.” He kissed the crease of her thigh, his tongue flicking out for one teasing swipe. Her whole body jolted. “Beggin’ already, baby? I ain’t even started.”

When his tongue finally dragged slow across her slit, her cry split the dark, high and needy. He licked her like he had nowhere else to be—long, lazy strokes that coated his mouth in her wetness. He groaned low against her, the vibration making her clit throb.

“Fuck,” he whispered into her. “Tastes like heaven down here.”

Her fingers clutched the sheets, hips lifting into his face, but he pressed her back down with one strong hand on her stomach. “Nah. Let me lead. You just take it.”

He circled her clit with his tongue, slow spirals that pulled whimpers from her chest. Every time her moans climbed, he eased back, dragging his mouth lower, kissing at her folds until she writhed. Then he’d come back, tongue flicking sharp, making her chase the edge he refused to let her fall over.

Her thighs quivered around his shoulders, her voice breaking. “Stack, please, please—I need—”

His chuckle was muffled against her, tongue pressing flat against her clit, sucking gentle until she screamed. He pulled back just long enough to murmur, “You need me to ruin you, huh? My good girl can’t keep quiet when I got my mouth on her.”

“Yes—yes,” she sobbed, her hand flying to his hair.

He groaned like the sound alone fed him, then buried his tongue deep, fucking her with his mouth. The slick sounds filled the room, wet and shameless. He pulled out to suck her clit again, harder this time, and her whole body arched off the bed.

“Don’t hold back,” he growled against her. “I want it loud. Let the neighbors hear who makin’ you come.”

Her moans shattered into cries, the heat coiling too tight. His tongue worked relentless, his lips sucking her clit until her orgasm ripped through her like fire. She shook, tears slipping from her eyes, her hands fisting in his hair as she screamed his name.

Stack held her down through it, eating her like a man starved, groaning as she drenched his mouth. Even when she begged, trembling, “Stack, I can’t—I can’t—” he just licked slower, dragging her down soft, kissing her pussy tender.

He finally pulled back, lips and chin slick, his eyes gleaming in the dark. He kissed her thigh, her hip, up her stomach until his chest covered hers.

“Yeah,” he whispered, arms wrapping her tight, his breath hot against her ear. “That’s my girl. Sweetest thing I ever tasted.”

The room was thick with the smell of sex—sweet, heavy, clinging to the sheets. Raven’s chest rose sharp under Stack’s weight, her body still trembling, thighs damp from his mouth. His arms wrapped around her, grounding her while she tried to catch her breath.

He kissed her jaw, the corner of her mouth, his voice soft and smug all at once. “You hear yourself? Sounded so fuckin’ pretty when you came for me.”

Her lashes fluttered, cheeks wet, throat tight with aftershocks. She buried her face against his neck, whispering, “You… you drive me crazy.”

Stack chuckled low, pressing a kiss into her hairline. “Crazy ‘bout you, too.”

For a moment, it was quiet again—the creak of the house settling, her shaky breath, his steady heartbeat under her ear.

Then Stack’s eyes flicked past her, toward the far corner.

Raven didn’t notice at first, lost in the heat of his body. But when his hand slid up her back and stilled there, she felt the shift in him—the way his chest tightened, the way his mouth curved into a grin that wasn’t for her.

Her brows drew in, confusion cutting through the haze. “What?”

“Mm.” Stack’s lips brushed her temple, his voice dipping low. “Ain’t just me that think you pretty like this.”

Her head jerked back, eyes wide. “What are you talking about?”

Stack didn’t answer her straight. Instead, his gaze slid toward the shadows again, and then his voice came, steady, deliberate. “C’mon out, brother.”

The blood drained from Raven’s face. She twisted, clutching the sheet to her chest, her eyes darting to the corner of the room.

And there he was.

Smoke sat in the chair like he’d been there all along, body stretched, arms folded across his chest. The dim light barely touched him, but his eyes caught hers—steady, dark, unreadable.

Raven’s breath caught sharp, her stomach dropping. “What the—what the fuck—?!”

Stack held her steady, his arms firm around her as she tried to recoil. “Easy. Easy, baby. Don’t panic.” His lips brushed her ear, whispering filth into comfort. “That’s just my twin. He been watchin’ how sweet you fall apart for me.”

Her voice cracked, high and trembling. “Twin? You—you never—”

Smoke shifted in the chair, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. His voice came low, smoother than Stack’s but with a darker edge. “He ain’t wrong. You somethin’ to see.”

Raven shook her head, her chest heaving. Her eyes darted between them, panic and disbelief warring with the heat still buzzing in her veins.

Stack kissed her temple again, grounding her against the chaos. “Don’t run from it. You trust me, right?”

Her lips trembled. “…Stack…”

“You trust me.” His tone sharpened, commanding, and she shivered under it.

Slowly, she nodded, though her whole body shook.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his grin sliding wider as he looked back at the shadow. “Come on, Smoke. She ready.”

Raven’s chest rose sharp under Stack’s arms, the aftershocks of her orgasm tangled with something colder now—fear, disbelief. The sheet was clutched tight to her chest, her wide eyes darting toward the corner where Smoke had been sitting all along.

“Stack…” Her voice cracked, thin. “You—you never told me you had a brother.”

Stack kissed the side of her temple like it was nothing, his grin low and smug. “Didn’t seem important ‘til now.”

“Not important?” Her voice pitched high, panicked. “He was—he was here the whole time? Watching—”

“Relax.” Stack’s tone cut smooth through her panic, sweet and sharp at once. His palm smoothed down her arm, grounding her. “Ain’t nothin’ happened you ain’t want. You was beggin’ for me. He just got a front row seat.”

Her stomach flipped, shame heating her cheeks even as her body still throbbed from his mouth. “That’s not—Stack, this ain’t—”

“Shh.” His lips brushed her jaw, steady. “You trust me?”

Raven’s throat tightened, words caught. “…Yes.”

“Then trust this.” His gaze slid back toward his brother, eyes gleaming. “She soft, but she listens.”

Smoke leaned forward from the shadows now, elbows braced on his knees. The dim light hit his face—same features as Stack, but heavier, darker, his eyes flat and unreadable. “Looks like it,” he drawled, voice deeper, rougher. “Sounded like it, too. Had her screamin’ your name.”

Raven flinched, burying her face against Stack’s neck, muffling a broken sound.

Stack chuckled low, curling his hand into her hair, tilting her head back up. “Uh-uh. Don’t hide now. You let me eat that pussy loud enough to shake the walls, and now you shy?”

Her lashes trembled, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. “I can’t… I don’t even know him—”

“You know me.” Stack’s voice sharpened, soft but unyielding. “That’s enough.”

Smoke rose from the chair, stepping closer slow, deliberate. His shadow stretched long across the floor, swallowing the space until he was just a few feet from the bed. His eyes never left Raven.

“You already opened up for one of us,” he said, tone steady, measured. “Ain’t a far step to let me in too.”

Raven’s breath hitched, her fingers clenching the sheet.

Stack’s mouth curved against her ear, his whisper dripping sweet filth. “See? He right. You halfway broken for me already.” He kissed her neck, teeth grazing. “Don’t fight it, baby. Let it happen.”

Her whole body trembled, caught between fear and the heat still pulsing between her thighs. She met Smoke’s stare for the first time, wide-eyed, and Stack’s grip on her jaw kept her there.

“That’s it,” Stack murmured. “Don’t look away. You already lettin’ him in.”

Raven’s breath shivered in her chest, her fists clutched tight in the sheet like it was armor. Stack’s arm anchored her, his smirk pressed against her skin, but her eyes kept darting back to the man standing just beyond the edge of the bed.

Smoke.

The sight of him up close rattled her—the face was near identical, but the weight of him was different. His eyes didn’t leer. They held steady, quiet, like he was watching something fragile he didn’t want to spook.

Stack’s voice brushed her ear, syrup-slick. “Ain’t no need to be scared, baby. He know how to handle you same as me.”

“I—I don’t…” Raven’s voice broke. “This ain’t right.”

“Right’s what I say it is.” Stack’s grip on her jaw tilted her chin again, forcing her wide eyes back to the other man. “Look at him. Tell me you don’t feel it.”

Her lips trembled, heat and fear clashing in her throat. Smoke’s gaze met hers, slow, unblinking, but not harsh.

“You cryin’,” Smoke said softly, his drawl low, even. “Don’t mean stop, though. Sometimes tears come with it when it’s too good.”

Raven’s chest heaved, shame flooding her cheeks. She turned her face, but Stack’s palm flattened against her jaw, guiding her right back.

“Don’t run,” Stack whispered. “You trust me. That mean you trust him, too.”

Smoke stepped closer, his boots quiet on the floor. His hands didn’t reach yet. Instead, his voice did.

“I ain’t here to hurt you, Raven.” The sound of her name on his tongue sent another shiver racing through her body. “I just wanna see you fall apart same way you did for him. That’s all.”

Her thighs pressed together, the echo of Stack’s mouth still throbbing between them. She hated the way her body answered faster than her words.

“I c-can’t,” she whispered, broken.

“You already doin’ it,” Smoke murmured, his tone gentler than hers had ever heard from Stack. “Shakin’ all over, wet and messy. I ain’t touched you yet, and you already lettin’ me in.”

Stack chuckled low, biting at her neck. “Told you she folds easy. Sweet thing don’t even realize her body beggin’.”

Raven squeezed her eyes shut, a whimper catching in her throat.

“Open,” Stack ordered, sharper now. She gasped when his fingers pinched her chin. “Look at him. Don’t close them eyes on us.”

Slowly, trembling, she obeyed.

Smoke’s gaze caught hers again—steady, dark, but softer than she expected. His voice came quiet, almost careful. “Good girl.”

Her breath shuddered, the praise hitting deep, unraveling another knot inside her.

The room felt too small, heat pressing in from all sides. Raven’s body trembled against Stack, her breaths sharp, broken, every nerve strung tight between fear and need. She hadn’t looked away from Smoke since Stack forced her eyes open, but her chest still heaved like she was caught in a nightmare she couldn’t wake from.

Then Smoke moved.

Slow, measured, like he knew one wrong step would send her running. He stopped at the edge of the bed, the dim light catching on his jaw. His hands stayed visible, palms open, his voice gentler than it had any right to be.

“You still shakin’,” he murmured. “Ain’t no rush. Just breathe.”

Stack’s lips brushed her temple, his drawl syrup-thick. “See how soft he talkin’? He ain’t here to scare you, baby. He here to take care of you.”

Raven swallowed hard, clutching the sheet tighter. “I—I don’t know—”

“You know me,” Stack cut her off, pressing a kiss to her cheek. His hand trailed down her arm, anchoring her. “That’s all you need. I won’t let nothin’ happen to you I don’t want.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, a whimper catching in her throat.

“Eyes open,” Stack ordered, firm but calm. She obeyed, trembling.

Smoke’s gaze held hers steady, and when he finally reached out, his touch was light—his fingers brushing the back of her hand first, nothing more. Her breath hitched sharp.

“That’s it,” Smoke whispered, his thumb stroking small circles against her skin. “Just me. Just touchin’ your hand.”

Her eyes burned, confusion spilling over into wetness. “Why… why you talkin’ so—”

“‘Cause you need it soft,” he said simply, his drawl dragging slow. “You already raw from what he did to you. I ain’t here to tear you open. I’m here to ease you through.”

Her lips parted, trembling. The sheet loosened slightly under her grip.

Stack smiled against her ear, proud. “Told you. You fold when the words sound right.”

Smoke’s hand slid higher, tracing her forearm, up to her shoulder, never pushing, just coaxing. “You warm all over,” he murmured. “Let me feel more.”

Raven shivered, but she didn’t pull back when his palm flattened over her collarbone, his thumb brushing her throat. Her breath came shallow, eyes glassy.

“That’s it,” Stack murmured, his hand stroking down her side. “Good girl. You lettin’ him in.”

Smoke leaned closer now, his breath warm across her cheek. “You trust him,” he said, nodding toward his twin. “Then you trust me. We gon’ take you slow.”

Her eyes fluttered shut again, a soft whimper breaking free.

Stack kissed her jaw, whispering filth that wrapped around her obedience. “Yeah, baby. Let it happen. You ours now.”

Stack’s lips brushed Raven’s ear one more time before he pulled back, his smirk lingering like a fingerprint. “Gon’ let you two get acquainted.”

Her head jerked toward him, panic flaring. “W-what?”

He kissed her cheek, slow, almost tender. “Relax, baby. I’m still right here.” His eyes flicked to Smoke, and something unspoken passed between them. Then he stood, peeling himself off the bed, and crossed to the same chair his brother had sat in before. He dropped into it easy, legs spread wide, grin sharp. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep watch.”

Raven’s chest heaved, the sheets clutched tight to her chest. She felt exposed, abandoned—and then Smoke’s shadow filled the gap where Stack had been.

He didn’t crowd her. Didn’t pin her down. His hand slid along the edge of the mattress first, like he was asking permission without words. His voice was low, gentle, pulling her eyes back to him.

“Look at me, Raven.”

Her lashes fluttered, wet with tears she hadn’t realized had fallen. She forced herself to meet his gaze.

“That’s it.” His hand came up slow, cupping her cheek. His palm was warm, steady, his thumb stroking just under her eye. “Ain’t nothin’ to be scared of. I’m here to feel you, not fight you.”

Her breath shuddered, the sheet trembling in her grip.

“You don’t gotta hide behind that,” Smoke murmured, nodding to the fabric bunched at her chest. His other hand brushed her wrist, loosening her hold until the sheet slipped just enough to bare her collarbone. “Pretty.”

Her lips parted, a small, broken sound escaping.

Behind them, Stack chuckled, the sound low and taunting. “Told you she soft. Tears and all, she lettin’ you in already.”

“Quiet,” Smoke said without looking back, his eyes locked on Raven’s. “This between me and her right now.”

Stack smirked from the chair but said nothing more.

Smoke’s thumb dragged across Raven’s bottom lip, slick from her nervous bite. “You shakin’ so bad.” His drawl softened, like honey poured slow. “But you ain’t pullin’ away.”

Her throat worked, voice thin. “…I don’t know what to do.”

“You ain’t gotta know.” He leaned closer, his forehead brushing hers. “Just breathe. Let me guide you.”

His hand left her cheek, sliding down her throat, across her shoulder, tracing the line of her arm. He laced his fingers with hers, his grip firm but not forceful. “See? Just us. Just my hand in yours.”

Raven blinked up at him, wide-eyed, her chest still heaving. But she didn’t pull away. Her trembling softened into something else—uncertainty still, but threaded with heat.

Smoke’s mouth curved, faint but real. “Good girl.”

Her breath caught, her whole body shivering at the words.

Smoke’s thumb lingered at Raven’s bottom lip, his eyes steady on hers. Her breath hitched, trembling, as his face dipped closer.

“You don’t have to be scared,” he whispered, his forehead brushing hers. “Just a kiss.”

Her lips parted, shaky. “Smoke…”

“Mm.” His mouth pressed against hers, slow, firm. He didn’t take—he offered, letting her feel the weight of it without the rush. His lips moved soft against her own, coaxing her to respond.

At first she froze, caught in disbelief. Then the warmth seeped in—the steady way he held her jaw, the way his thumb stroked slow at her cheek—and she found herself kissing him back. Gentle, hesitant, but real.

Behind them, Stack’s laugh rolled out low and pleased. “Look at you. Already feedin’ his mouth same way you fed mine.”

Raven gasped at the words, breaking the kiss, her eyes darting between them. Smoke only followed her retreat, his lips brushing her again, pulling her back under.

“Don’t think,” he murmured against her. “Just feel.”

Her whimper spilled into his mouth as he kissed her deeper now, his tongue sliding against hers, slow and wet. He swallowed the sound, groaning low like her taste was dragging him under.

When he finally pulled back, his breath was hot against her cheek. “Lay back for me.”

Her body obeyed before her mind caught up, sinking into the mattress, hair fanned across the sheets. Smoke’s hands followed, sliding down her sides, peeling the sheet from her grip until it slipped away completely. She lay bare beneath him, chest heaving, skin flushed.

“Pretty,” he whispered, his drawl slow and certain. “So damn pretty.”

He kissed down her throat, across her collarbone, dragging his mouth lower inch by inch. Each press was steady, reverent, until he was between her thighs.

Raven’s breath hitched, her legs twitching closed, but Smoke’s palms pressed them apart, firm but careful.

“Don’t hide from me.” His lips brushed her inner thigh. “Let me taste what my brother been braggin’ on.”

“Smoke—” Her voice cracked on his name.

“Shh.” His tongue flicked out, one slow lick across her slit. Her whole body jerked, a broken moan spilling free.

He groaned into her, the sound vibrating against her pussy. “Sweet. Just like I knew you’d be.”

Stack’s voice came from the chair, lazy and smug. “She loud, ain’t she?”

Smoke didn’t answer him. His mouth sealed over Raven’s clit, sucking gentle, his tongue teasing in slow circles. Raven cried out, her hands flying to his hair, tugging him closer without meaning to.

“Yeah,” Smoke breathed, licking deeper, savoring her. “That’s it. Give it to me.”

Her thighs trembled, her back arching off the sheets as his mouth worked her slow but relentless. Where Stack had edged her sharp and playful, Smoke consumed her like a devotion—steady, grounding, making her unravel piece by piece.

Her moans filled the room, high and broken, her voice a prayer she didn’t mean to say. “Please—please don’t stop—”

Smoke hummed against her clit, sucking harder, his hands anchoring her thighs wide.

From the chair, Stack’s chuckle cut through the wet sounds.

Raven’s tears slipped free, her body thrashing against Smoke’s mouth, every nerve lit with fire.

And Smoke—gentle, steady, sure—just kept eating her like he was born to do it.

Raven’s voice cracked, high and pleading, her thighs trembling where Smoke held them open. His mouth stayed locked to her clit, tongue working in tight, deliberate circles, sucking slow and deep. Each pull dragged a sharper sound out of her throat.

“Please—please, I can’t—” Her back arched off the bed, her hands fisted in his hair, trying to push him away and pull him closer at the same time.

Smoke didn’t move, didn’t ease. His groan rumbled low against her pussy, vibrating through her clit, and her whole body jolted. He lifted his head just enough to speak, his mouth slick with her.

“You can. You will.” His drawl was calm, unshaken. “Open up and give it to me.”

Then he sealed his lips around her clit again, tongue flicking sharp, relentless now.

Raven screamed, her cry ripping into the dark, louder than before. Tears spilled hot down her temples, her body thrashing against his grip. He didn’t let her move, palms steady on her thighs, his mouth dragging her deeper, harder.

“Fuck,” Stack’s voice cut from the chair, thick with a grin. “That’s the sound. Loud, ain’t she, brother?”

Raven whimpered, shaking her head, shame twisting in her chest, but Smoke only hummed against her again, sucking harder until her shame shattered into raw pleasure.

Her orgasm tore through her without warning, her body convulsing, hips jerking up into his face. Her scream broke into sobs, her hands yanking at his hair, nails scraping his scalp as she shattered open.

Smoke groaned into her, drinking her down, not easing up even as she cried. “That’s it,” he murmured against her, his mouth never leaving her clit. “Let it out. All of it.”

Her thighs clamped around his head, trembling so hard she thought she’d break apart, but he just held her steady, coaxing every last drop out of her until she collapsed back into the mattress, limp, wet, undone.

When he finally lifted his face, his chin glistened with her, his tongue dragging across his bottom lip slow. His eyes found hers—dark, steady, soft in a way that unraveled her all over again.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” Smoke said, voice low, almost reverent.

From the chair, Stack laughed, leaning back, hands spread wide like he’d known this ending all along. “You just gotta know how to keep her open.”

Raven turned her face into the sheets, hiding her flushed skin, her body still shaking from the force of it.

But Smoke wasn’t done looking at her. And Stack sure as hell wasn’t done watching.

Raven lay sprawled across the sheets, chest heaving, sweat beading her skin. Her thighs still quivered, clit oversensitized from Smoke’s mouth. She tried to catch her breath, but Stack’s footsteps were already cutting across the floor.

“Move over, brother.” His voice came easy, but there was no mistaking the edge in it. “Time she remembered who she started with.”

Smoke eased back, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving Raven. “She ready. Soft as she gon’ get.”

Stack slid back onto the bed, his weight pressing beside her, his hand smoothing down her damp thigh. “Mm. Look at you. Shakin’, wet, wide open.” His grin curved sharp as his hand cupped between her legs, fingers sliding through the mess of her release. “Still so fuckin’ wet for me.”

Raven whimpered, her body twitching under his touch.

“Don’t hide,” Stack murmured, pressing his forehead to hers, his drawl sinking low. “You mine. Always mine. He just warm you up for me.”

Her lips trembled, her voice thin. “Stack, I—I can’t—”

“You can. You will.” He kissed her hard, swallowing her broken sound as he shoved his jeans down. His dick pressed heavy against her thigh, hot and slick at the tip.

Smoke shifted up by her head, his palm stroking her cheek, grounding her in contrast. “Breathe,” he said softly. “You gon’ take it fine. He know how to fill you just right.”

Stack groaned as he pushed inside, sliding deep into her soaked heat. Raven gasped, arching, nails biting his back as he filled her.

“Fuck, yeah,” Stack hissed, his voice filthy and sweet all at once. “Tight little pussy still squeezin’ me like it ain’t had enough.”

Her cry split the room, and Smoke caught her jaw, steadying her face toward him. “Look at me,” he murmured. “Don’t drift. Stay with us.”

Her wide eyes locked on his, tears spilling as Stack set a slow, deep rhythm, each thrust dragging a broken moan from her throat.

“That’s it,” Stack groaned, his mouth at her ear. “Let it out. Let us both hear how good we fuckin’ you.”

Raven sobbed, her body caught between their voices—Stack pounding into her, Smoke’s steady hand stroking her cheek, his dark eyes anchoring her.

“You ours now,” Stack whispered, biting her neck. “Ain’t no turnin’ back.”

“Good girl,” Smoke added, his tone softer, coaxing. “You takin’ it perfect.”

Her moans rose louder, tangled with whimpers, her body caught between the push and pull of both brothers, the bed groaning under the weight of it.

Stack’s pace grew heavier, his hips smacking wet into Raven’s soaked pussy. Every thrust knocked broken sounds from her throat, but Smoke’s hand at her cheek steadied her, forcing her glassy eyes to stay open.

“You holdin’ him so tight,” Smoke murmured, thumb brushing her wet lips. “Cryin’ for it, but you ain’t lettin’ him go.”

Raven’s nails clawed at Stack’s back, her moans spilling ragged and loud.

Stack bent close, teeth scraping her jaw. “She’s ready,” he grunted.

Smoke’s eyes cut to him, then back to her. He kissed the tears off her cheek, slow, before murmuring, “Roll her.”

Stack hooked under Raven’s knee and shifted her onto her side. She whimpered, breath stuttering, but his mouth claimed hers, swallowing her broken sounds in a filthy kiss.

The mattress dipped with Smoke’s weight as he pressed in behind her. His chest pressed to her back, one arm circling her waist, caging her between them.

“You feelin’ him,” Smoke whispered at her neck. “Now you gon’ feel me too.”

Her moan cracked high when Stack lifted her thigh, spreading her wider. “Stay just like that, baby,” Stack groaned. “Open for us.”

Smoke’s slick head pressed at her ass, pushing slow. Raven cried out, voice trembling with pain-laced pleasure, her body jolting.

“Shh.” Smoke’s lips brushed her shoulder, his tone calm, coaxing. “Easy. Let me in.”

Her moans turned frantic, not words—just sharp, broken cries as his thickness stretched her open, inch by inch.

Stack’s mouth found hers again, kissing deep, filthy, while he ground deeper into her pussy. He broke just long enough to hiss, “Fuck—she’s splittin’ around us.”

Smoke groaned low, forehead pressed to her shoulder. “So damn tight. But she takin’ me.”

Raven wailed, her voice breaking on moans that shook with both ache and heat.

Stack grunted, his jaw tight. “She squeezin’ me harder ‘cause of you—shit—”

When Smoke bottomed out, Raven sobbed, her nails raking Stack’s skin, her body trembling with the brutal fullness.

“You got us both now,” Smoke whispered, pressing a kiss to her damp temple. “Every inch. You holdin’ us perfect.”

Then they moved.

Stack drove into her pussy while Smoke thrust into her ass, their pace jagged at first, then falling into a punishing rhythm. Raven’s cries filled the room—loud, broken moans, the sounds spilling raw from her throat as the bed shook under their weight.

“Listen to her,” Stack groaned, biting her throat. “She lovin’ it.” “Wrapped up tight around us,” Smoke muttered, his voice dark with awe. “Ain’t lettin’ go.”

Her orgasm hit sudden, violent, ripping a scream from her chest. Her body clamped down, pussy and ass clutching both brothers at once.

Stack’s groan ripped through the room. “Fuck—she’s wringin’ me dry.” Smoke’s breath stuttered, his thrusts grinding deep. “She’s got me locked—damn—”

Raven shattered, sobbing through it, every moan a mix of pain and unbearable pleasure, tears streaking her face as they drove into her harder.

“Take it,” Stack growled into her ear. “All of it.” Smoke kissed her damp cheek, his whisper steady. “Good girl.”

And Raven broke again, her body wrecked, her cries echoing in the dark as the twins split her wide open.

The bed shuddered under the weight of them, sweat-slick skin colliding in a rhythm that had gone past steady into brutal. Raven lay split between the twins, her body trembling, tears wetting her cheeks, every cry spilling ragged into the dark.

Stack’s thrusts hammered deep into her pussy, his jaw clenched, his teeth dragging her ear. “Fuck—pussy still clutchin’ me like you don’t wanna let go.”

Smoke’s hips ground slower but heavier behind her, his dick buried to the root in her ass, his breath hot against her neck. “She’s got both of us caged,” he muttered, voice fraying. “Tight as hell.”

Raven sobbed, her voice breaking into helpless moans. Each push dragged her higher, though she had nothing left—just raw nerves and wet, messy heat clamping down on them both.

Stack grunted, his rhythm stuttering. “Shit—I’m close. She milkin’ me dry.”

Smoke’s groan rumbled low, his thrusts grinding sharper now. “She gon’ take all of me too. Can’t hold out.”

Raven wailed, nails raking Stack’s back as her body convulsed again, another orgasm ripping through her even as she cried. Her pussy and ass clenched at once, squeezing both brothers until they cursed into her skin.

“Fuck—” Stack snarled, slamming deep, holding there as his release ripped through him. His hips jerked against her, filling her with hot, messy spurts. His voice pressed filthy at her ear. “That’s mine, Raven. My dick, my mess—yours forever.”

Smoke followed, his groan low and wrecked as he ground deep into her ass, his grip crushing her waist. His release poured into her, thick and relentless, his forehead pressed to her damp shoulder. His whisper was rough but steady. “And that’s mine. Every drop. You holdin’ me just right.”

The heat of them flooded her, spilling thick inside both holes until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

Stack kissed her wet cheek, grinning against her tears. “Marked from both ends. Anybody touches you now, they gon’ smell us first.”

Smoke’s hand cupped her throat, not tight, just steady, his voice the final anchor. “Ain’t no shakin’ this. You belong to us.”

Raven collapsed between them, trembling, wrecked, her voice nothing but broken sobs. Her body twitched around their dicks, still stuffed full of their cum, the sheets damp beneath her.

And the brothers held her there, their releases dripping into her, their voices layered over her—dirty and reverent, claiming her twice over.

The room was thick with heat and the wet musk of sex, sheets ruined beneath them. Raven trembled, her voice broken down to tiny whimpers, her skin slick and shining under the low light. Both brothers still held her full, their releases dripping from her, but the brutal rhythm had finally stilled.

Stack eased back first, his dick sliding out wet, his hand brushing the sweat-damp hair from her face. He kissed her temple, smug and sweet. “You took every damn thing I gave you. Proud of you, baby.”

Her lashes fluttered, wet with tears, her body collapsing toward him like muscle memory. Stack grinned, ready to catch her—

—but Smoke moved first.

His arm snaked tighter around her waist, guiding her off Stack’s chest and into his own. His body was hotter, broader, his hold steadier. Raven stiffened, confusion flickering in her glassy eyes.

“…Smoke?” Her voice cracked, hoarse.

“Shh.” His drawl was softer than it had been all night, a low hum against her ear. “Just breathe. I got you.”

Raven’s heart hammered, but her body didn’t fight him. Instead, she sagged into his chest, her cheek pressed to the warm skin above his heart. His hand rubbed slow circles on her back, grounding, his breath steady where hers still shook.

Stack chuckled from the mattress, lazy and proud. “Look at you, runnin’ straight to him after I fucked you half to death.”

Her cheeks burned, her voice barely above a whisper. “…I didn’t—”

Smoke cut her off, his palm cupping the back of her head, pressing her closer. “Don’t listen to him. You did perfect. Don’t matter whose arms you land in—we both yours now.”

Raven’s eyes fluttered shut, the tension finally bleeding out of her. For the first time that night, she let herself melt into the hold of the twin she hadn’t known existed just hours ago.

And Smoke, quiet where his brother was loud, held her like he’d been waiting for this moment all along.

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Devil Makes Three: Stack/Reader/Mary

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{Two beautiful strangers charm you at the club. Mary with her dark eyes, her easy smile, and her boyfriend Elias who watches you like a predator in the dim club lights. They're charming, they're sexy, and they want you to come home with them for a little fun.}

{What could go wrong?}

NSFW below the cut

The bass that surges through the club pulls your pulse to beat in unison with it. The electronic music that's popular is just your speed and makes it easy to lose yourself in the writhing throng of dancers.

Tonight you have no responsibility. Friday means no work tomorrow and a night spent dancing until the early hours of Saturday morning. You've had a drink, but one rum and coke isn't gonna fuck you up. Every girl between Cali and Maine has heard about the drugs guys have started slipping into drinks. Better not to risk getting too tipsy to be safe. Dancing sober is just as fun.

Around you so many different types of people undulate and twirl under the disco lights and flashing strobes. Women with afros, boys and girls rocking mohawks, older guys with dreads down to their hips and barely twenty one-year-olds happy to have skirted the new drinking age all celebrate together.

You feel a sense of togetherness you don't feel much in the world anymore. This is a place where everyone is equal. No one looks twice at the boys kissing by the bar, or the men in skimpy leather, or the little tabs models are dropping on their tongues. Life is good. Life is beautiful.

Beautiful like the woman staring you down across the dance floor.

The guy she was dancing with winds away into the crowd when she pushes off him to look your way. It's like one of the silly rom-coms you've seen, where your eyes meet on the dance floor and you both fall in love. This feels a little more like falling in lust, though.

Her hair is dark enough that it reflects the multicolored lights like they're a part of the shining strands teased into a pile of crimped curls. The scrunchie holding it matches the bright red of her lipstick. She's smiling, and you swear her eyes are brighter than even the strobes. They're pretty yellow-green, but when she moves through the crowd to meet you, they're brown. Must have been the lights playing tricks.

“Hey!” The word is shouted over the music. Her voice is bright and lovely even when she only says one word. “You wanna dance?”

“Absolutely!” You have to raise your voice over the bumping beat, but agreeing delights the woman before you.

She smiles, almost sharklike with how her eyes narrow. Rocking that intense of a smokey eye makes the girl's expression look dangerous. Maybe a little predatory. Her hands sneak around your waist and the denim jacket she wears falls around her elbows.

“I'm Mary.” This time, she leans forward to speak right into your ear. Her full lips brush your skin as she does, and goosebumps chase down your arms. Now you get to lean forward and offer your name in return. “Pleasure to meet you. Did you know you're like, the cutest thing in this club?”

Her compliment makes you blush and duck your head. The way she said it, honest and effortless, makes it sound so real. Coupled with the affectionate expression she wears, you're already a little enamored.

“I think that's you, babe.” The returned compliment is a deflection, but you mean it. She's the prettiest girl in here by far. Her skin is flawless, her outfit too. No one could compare. Mary doesn't respond though, too busy moving her body to the beat. You can feel her start to rock her hips to the music, her hands guiding you to do the same.

Grinning, Mary presses her forehead to yours. With every sway, your noses brush but you don't feel the same damp heat of breath you usually feel when dancing with another person. It's nice, not choking on someone else's air. Her hand is inching lower, tapping at your back to the beat. Like she's asking for an invitation to move further. You press close in wordless consent and she wastes no time in dropping both hands down onto the curve of your ass.

Her thigh slots between yours, and she rolls her body against you. Mary is pretty like a girl in a magazine and looks at you like you're a goddess. It feels unreal. You shouldn't be this lucky, but she's grinding on you and holding you like a lifeline. Your pulse is hammering in your ears. Your breath chases out of your lungs just as quickly as you can drink it in. It's exciting. It's intoxicating.

“When this song ends, let’s grab a drink!” Mary's lips drag along your cheek when she leans in to speak, inhaling as she draws away. Out of breath from the way your bodies are moving together under the lights, probably. You nod to save your voice the hassle of shouting, returning her eager little smile with one of your own.

Mary keeps her promise and when one EDM song blends into the next, she's grasping your hand and guiding you to the upstairs bar. It's a little darker on the second floor, a little quieter. People line every stool except for one on the far end and Mary offers it to you so that you can sit while she makes herself comfortable standing between your legs.

From this spot, you catch a man watching you both. He's got a gold grill that looks like vampire fangs. It catches in the light when he lifts his head and grins at you in greeting. His multicolored shirt is alluring but his expression is a little devious. The bright, beautiful type that translated to venomous in the animal kingdom. Everything about him looks like danger, and Mary draws you back with a giggle.

“Don't mind Elias, that's my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” You balk at the title, sputtering over your words as you apologize for assuming. Instead of replying, Mary leans forward and kisses you. She tastes like whiskey, tongue slipping into your mouth with a light little sound of enjoyment. Her arms wind around your neck and she catches her teeth in your lip. Her focus is entirely on you and consuming you from the inside out. Pushing her back hurts worse than a slap because god damn is she a good kisser.

“Hey, hey, I don't wanna upset anyone-” you start.

“You ain't.” The soft southern drawl of the man you'd caught staring—Elias—came from beside you. When the stool to your left had been vacated, you weren't sure, but now he sat atop it. It was like he'd popped out of thin air. “Nobody here's upset. Right, Mary?”

“Of course. Nothing to be upset about.” Mary's hand finds your arm, smoothing down your skin and lacing your fingers together. She has such a disarming nature that you don't realize how close Elias has gotten. His face hovers just beside your shoulder. “We’ve had our eye on you. Both of us.”

The expression you wear must be dumbstruck, because Mary pets at your cheek with her free hand and catches your chin. Her thumb cleans up where her lipstick smudged over your mouth. She's looking at your lips the entire time. You think you catch her tongue darting out to wet her own. “You scared her, Elias.”

“Nah, Mary. She's just surprised. Ain't you, baby?” Elias’ arm loops around your waist from where he sits beside you. There's something alluring about this, being wanted by both of them. They crowd you from all sides with half-lidded expressions that convey the silent want.

Mary's watching you with her eyes all gentle and doe-like, and she hasn't left the space between your legs. In fact, the hand she has laced with yours is running up and down your thigh. Elias’ fingers are stroking the bare patch of skin between your top and your skirt, tugging at your waistband every other touch.

“C'mon. We can dance together first, if you'd like.” Mary says it like whatever comes next is inevitable, like no one would dream of saying no. It would be hard to deny them from your place between the two otherworldly beauties. Smoky, cedar aftershave waits behind you, delicate floral perfume waits before.

You feel cornered. Maybe that should make you scared, but it doesn't.

“Or we can get up to something’. No one's lookin’.” Elias isn't wrong. You're at the far side of the less popular bar. Most of the crowd sticks to the outside tiki spot or grabs drinks near the entrance. Mary's eyes leave you to look up at her boyfriend, something passing silently between them that you aren't privy to.

“Would you like that?” Mary asks, voice sugar-sweet when she returns her attention to you. Her hand falls away from yours, and instead she uses both to bunch the fabric of your skirt around your knees. “It can be our little secret. Just the three of us.”

You nod, enthralled by the couple you've been corralled between. Elias leans you back against his arms and Mary's thin fingers slide up underneath your skirt. They're cool, despite your earlier dancing, and it makes you jump in your seat. Though the man behind you is quick to soothe the scare with a brush of his lips on your temple.

When Mary's hand finds your core, she delights in the lack of undergarments. A more logical part of you would have argued it was to avoid panty lines. The realistic part was aware you'd been hoping to get a little lucky tonight. Right now it's making it easy for Mary to slide her middle finger right up to your clit. She circles it, drawing some of your simmering arousal up to ease the glide.

“Oh baby, you're already excited aren't you?” Mary sighs. Her voice is like a soft wave that rolls over you. “It'll only get better.”

“My girl has a smart mouth, maybe you'll get to see.” Elias’ teeth nip at your ear before they move lower and lay a few kisses on your neck. His lips are full and soft and, without prompting, you turn your head to kiss him. He makes a surprised sound, but it turns into a pleased one before you have time to pull away. For his sweet talking, he tastes like copper and whiskey. A little dangerous, a little sweet, and you want more of it.

His hand takes your chin to hold your face close, tongue slipping into your mouth. You can feel those gold fangs as they catch on your lower lip. Elias kisses like he's consuming you, hungry and unable to be sated. This is different from Mary's kiss, sweet and luring. This is tongue and teeth and want.

“Isn’t she precious?” Mary asks, though you're certain it’s rhetorical. She watches your hungry kissing with desire of her own, light catching her eyes in that yellow glow again. Her hand eases your legs further apart, taking advantage of the fire Elias’ kiss ignited in you. One of her fingers slides inside, followed gently by another as she works you open. She releases a dreamy sigh and curls patterns on your skin with the hand not currently stroking your cunt.

Her thumb is on your clit again in a moment, and you whine into Elias’ mouth. He savors it, grip on your waist tightening before he breaks the kiss. His nose nudges below your ear taking in a breath as he draws his tongue up the column of your throat.

The fingers Mary is stroking you with speed up just enough that your head falls back as you moan. The desire is liquid lighting in your veins. It's hot and explosive and you know you're gonna come around her fingers. Elias seems to know it too, because he stuffs three digits in your mouth just as you're tumbling over the edge. They almost choke you, but it does the trick of silencing any sounds that might get you caught.

How many times have they done this before?

Mary has pulled away, licking her fingers like a cat lapping at its paw. When she catches you watching, she sucks one into her mouth and releases it with a pop. You feel a new flame of need ignite deep within you.

“Good girl, can't have you catching unwanted eyes.” Elias purrs against your hair. You almost could have forgotten he was there if not for the low sound of his breathing as he drinks in the smell of you. It's almost animalistic. His breath comes in pants that wash hot air over your skin. “What you think about coming home with us?”

“What?” You’re too blissed out to fully focus as you look between Mary and Elias with dreamy eyes.

“Come home with us tonight, love,” Mary echoes her boyfriend. “I think Elias wants a taste too. Don't you, baby?”

“Only if our girl here is game,” Elias replies behind you. His voice rasps low, hungry. He looks at you like you're a meal.

“Yeah. Yeah, I'm game.” The words come out all soft from how foggy your head is, but you know what you're agreeing to. You barely drank tonight. You're not fucked up on anything except the lust pulsing through you in time with the music.

“Perfect.” Mary's eyes light up with that infectious excitement you've seen manifest a few times already. “Get the car, Elias. We'll meet you at the door.”

Her boyfriend doesn't respond, and you turn to realize he's already gone. Your brow furrows, but Mary is busy helping you to your feet. Her hand weaves around your waist and leads you through the throng of people. The dancing mass parts as she walks, her effortless stride otherworldly. She is a goddess among mortals and somehow you have caught her eye. When the crowd grows too thick to walk side by side, her hand finds yours. It's a cool, grounding touch that you're thankful for.

You exit the club into the brisk Autumn air just as a Pontiac Trans-Am rips into the drop-off area outside. A gold vanity license plate reads SMKSTCK, fitting the souped-up nature of the car. The windows are down and Elias is grinning at the two of you with those glinting gold fangs.

“Whassup, ladies?” Leaning over, he pops the passenger door open and reveals the single seat beside him. “Gonna get real cozy tonight.”

Mary doesn't seem perturbed and encourages you to settle in the seat before she's crawling in beside you. Once she tugs shut the door, her body slides down yours like water, knees meeting the floor on the passenger side and pushing your legs wide open. Your skirt ends up pushed around your hips and Mary kisses your thighs as she reveals them. Her lipstick leaves little prints on your skin, delicate and angelic despite her devious expression.

“Can't wait for another taste, huh baby?” Elias chuckles from the driver's seat as he peels out of the lot. His left hand steers while the right wanders onto your exposed thigh. He's wearing one of those fat, gold letter rings that reads $TACK, the metal cold against your body. He catches your eye, rapping the pads of his fingers on the skin just above your knee. “Mary'll take real good care of you.”

“He taught me everything I know,” Mary replies. “Let me show you.”

The next moment, her face is between your legs. Her tongue is gentle as she rolls it over your clit in slow motions. She's savoring you, you realize. She's gauging your reaction in a quest to find what makes you gasp and grab at the door. Mary moves with precision, alternating between circling where you're most sensitive and dipping down to press her tongue inside you. Her eyes don't stray from watching you. The intensity of it almost makes you moan as much as the attention she's laving on your cunt.

“You feelin’ good?” Elias asks beside you. His hand leaves your thigh and catches your chin to force you to look at him. “Talk to me, mama.”

“Yeah,” you manage to reply. It's a lot. Mary's mouth feels like heaven. She's already found exactly what you like, repeating the things that make you whimper and twist in the seat. “So good.”

“Wanna help me feel good too?” Elias asks as he frees your white-knuckled grip from the center console. You nod, wordless with Mary's tongue back inside your cunt. You're too busy trying not to buck your hips into her face to figure out more words to say. He seems to find it endearing, because in the next moment he's guiding your hand to where his cock is tenting his pants.

Conscious thought isn't quite happening yet for you, but you can focus enough to wrap your hand around him through the fabric. Elias groans, leaning his head back against the seat as you squeeze gently. His hips don't jump, and his gaze doesn't waver, though. He's a better person than you, focused on the task at hand. His eyes are still open, driving the car so straight that the people outside would be none the wiser.

You're too busy staving off an orgasm, trying to make Elias feel good too with one hand on his dick and the other threading through Mary's hair. No amount of self-restraint is going to help, though. You're overheated, overstimulated, and soon you’re falling over the edge into bliss. Your legs shake, and your eyes roll back as you gasp Mary's name.

“Ain't you sweet?” Mary remains between your legs while you recover. Her ruby lipstick is smudged past any recoverable point, smeared over her mouth like blood. It's beautiful, like Helen Chandler in that old Dracula movie. You're still breathless and its made worse by the woman pretty as a movie star that's currently kissing at your thighs. When Elias’ hand comes wandering down, Mary nips at his fingers.

By the time you're seeing straight again, Elias is parking the car outside a chic apartment complex. There's cute little balconies on every level and vines growing up the old bricks. It's very pretty, and dedinitely out of your price range. Of course they'd be hot and rich. Unfair.

Neither notice you getting lost in thought. Mary pops the car open and climbs out with the grace unbefitting someone who just spent a 10 minute car ride on her knees. She doesn't even look phased, wiping her face with the sleeve of her jacket. Instead she's offering her hand to help you to your feet. Your skirt falls back down your unsteady legs as you stand. You've already came twice now, and this couple is promising more still. Will you even survive more?

“We're the penthouse,” Mary explains as she hooks her arm in yours. “It has the best view of the city at night.”

Elias takes up the space behind you, only passing to grab the front door of the complex.

“Mister Stack, Mary, welcome back.” The concierge is friendly, offering a smile. “And your lady guest too, of course.”

You greet him in kind, but your new friends are hurrying you toward the elevator. Mary's walking quicker than you normally do and it requires you to work to keep up. Elias has his hand on your lower back, pressed to your other side.

The moment you're all inside the small space, Elias is pulling you in and kissing you hard. His hands bracket either side of your hips, and Mary leans against your back to pepper little kisses down your neck. Her body weight grinds you against Elias, and he groans into your kiss. Everything is hot. You're sweaty from dancing and the pleasure Mary keeps treating you to.

Their hands seem to be everywhere, sqeezing, pulling, stroking at any available skin. Mary sucks at your neck, moaning when she buries her face in the crook of it. Elias’ grip is firm where he holds you, biting at your lower lip every time you break the kiss to take a gasping breath.

The elevator dings and you're pulled from Elias to the hallway. He's getting their door open and Mary is nudging you through the entrance.

The apartment is beautiful. Thick black curtains are pulled back from the windows, revealing the twinkling lights of Chicago beyond. Moody lighting casts the space in warm golds and reds. There's no dining table, but a huge round chaise occupies the space it would have been. The deep red fabric matches the sectional pressed to the opposite wall, and Mary fixes the pillow on them as she passes it on her way to draw the curtains. Elias is turning on some of the overhead lights, still warm but brighter than the scattering of lamps.

“Something to drink?” Your host asks, smiling as she runs manicured nails over the kitchen counter. “We have beer, wine, some liquor too I think.”

“Whiskey,” Elias adds. He's taking off his rings. Each makes a metallic clink as it hits the countertop. Mary nods along, moving to settle herself at the center of the chaise.

“Oh, I'm good.” You murmur from where you hover in the middle of the room. You're uncertain what to do, where to go. Poised between each half of the couple that brought you home, you hesitate.

“Perfect.” The word sounds more like a growl. Elias takes your waist again and spins you toward him. He captures your mouth in a kiss, tongue curling around yours as he drinks you in. His hands are tight where they hold you, and every breath he takes is half-growled into your mouth. It feels like he wants more, wants to consume you entirely.

“Go on, Elias.” From her seat, Mary speaks. You aren't certain what she means until her lover is pressing you down. It doesn't take much to catch on to what he's wanting, and you drop to your knees on the wood floor. “Here, baby.” Mary is quick to pass you one of the throw pillows to put under you, kissing your cheek as she returns to her seat.

Elias only watches as you fumble with his belt buckle, murmuring a compliment and stroking your cheek when you get it unfastened. After that it’s easy to unzip his jeans and dip your hand past the waistband.

He's hard and hot in your palm, twitching when you squeeze it gently. Above you, Elias groans low in his throat. It's a needy sound that sends heat right to your core. The hand idle on your face now guides your mouth to him and you wrap your lips around the tip obediently. You watch his face as you take more of him into your mouth and hum around him. The way it makes his eyelids flutter is incredible. Heat skitters through every nerve ending as you enjoy the power you have here.

“Think you can take the whole thing?” Elias’ voice is low, but you know a challenge when you're given one. You redouble your efforts, swallowing as much of him down as you could without choking. His legs shake when your nose brushes his pelvis and his cock bumps the back of your throat. You feel him shift his hips and relax your jaw to let him set a languid pace while he fucks your mouth.

The man looks halfway to heaven, with dark eyelashes shuttering his eyes and his mouth half-open. His free hand lifts to cover it as a curse slips out. A second later he's shucking his jacket and tossing his head back with a rasping sigh.

“God damn, your mouth feels good.” The praise from his lips makes you light up with pride. It's good to be wanted, especially by two beautiful people. They’re both watching you like you're as perfect as they are. It might not be true but it sure feels nice.

You can feel a little bit of drool at the corners of your mouth and Elias eyes it. The weight of his gaze makes you feel a bit self-conscious, but you don't have time to think too long because he's pulling you off him with a grunt of effort a second later.

“Don't wanna end a good time early,” Elias hums as he helps you to your feet. “Besides, I'm tryin' not to be greedy.” He's guiding you back toward where Mary is sitting and she's looking more like the cat that got the canary the closer you get.

“Come here,” Mary encourages when you reach the edge of the chaise. You oblige, crawling onto the velvet. “Want to thank me for all my hard work?”

Her fingertips drew up the hem of her dress higher and higher until the black lace of her underwear peeked out. When you don't move for a moment, Mary too takes the liberty of curling her finger in the waistband and dragging them down. This finally snaps you into action, and you settle onto your stomach between her legs. Your feet hang off the edge of the oversized couch, so you go to hike up your legs but are stopped by Elias. He smooths your knees back to the velvet and sits beside you. This is, apparently, to start unzipping and removing your skirt.

“Hey, eyes on me.” Mary's voice is low, teasing, but not lacking in its former musicality. She guides your hands to pull the lacy thong down her legs, discarding it to the floor. She rests one foot on either side of your body and draws you nearer with whispered praise. A siren song that you can't deny.

Acrylic nails slide along your scalp as Mary works her nails into your hair. They snag and catch, but the ache feels good. You kiss first to her thighs, then the dark patch of hair right above where she wants you. You let your eyes linger on her face, watching her expression shift when you finally run your tongue over her slit. Those beautiful brown irises roll back as Mary sighs.

You feel Elias dragging your skirt down and lift your hips to help while you also try to focus your attention on the woman before you. She seems to love when you dip your tongue inside her and drag it up around her clit. Or, you assume she loves it by the way her hand fists in your hair. Her hips press up as she pushes you down, and you are happy to oblige.

Pretty, throaty moans fall from Mary's lips. You're so enraptured by the way she looks—like an angel falling from heaven—that Elias’ hand smoothing up your thigh startles you.

“Don't mind me, mama.” Elias chuckles. “Focus on Miss Mary.” His voice is so low it's almost a growl in his chest. It's difficult to do what he says, especially when he's lifting your hips up and sliding thick fingers over your slit. You're so wet that it's an easy glide, and before long he's slipping one inside you. The moan you press into Mary's cunt with your tongue is impossible to stop, and she pushes back against your face.

“Oh you're just perfect,” Mary's praise makes you redouble your efforts. You suck light kisses over her clit until she's whining, lick and lap until she's cursing and praising in the same breath. Her back arches off the chaise and you know she's about to come a half second before it happens. You press an eager finger against her entrance, curling as her muscles tense and pulse around it. She tosses her head back and her eyes pinch shut, an open-mouthed smile on her face as she intakes great lungfuls of air before she breaths each one out in a moan.

Elias pats you on the ass, those fingers still teasing not quite where you want them. You try to press back and he removes his hand. A whine of complaint bubbles in your chest, and he gives your ass a harder slap. “Nuh-uh. None of that.”

“She's just excited, Elias.” Mary's voice is floaty and dreamlike, eyes half-lidded and pleased. She reaches for him, running her hand up his arm when he comes near. “Why don't you give her what she wants?”

“Yes ma'am,” Elias replies with a grin. Mary brings you up from your stomach to lay back against her. She's kissing little marks onto your neck, breathing in the smell of you. The gentle slope of her nose drags along where your pulse jumps in your throat. For a moment, it sounds like she growls. You're distracted by her hands as they find the zipper at the front of your top and slide it down to reveal your chest.

Each delicate touch bares you more to Elias where he stands before you both. He's watching with hungry eyes that catch gold in the light, and his pink tongue runs over the metal fangs he wears. Mary encourages you to draw up your legs with featherlight touches to your thighs while you rest your head on her shoulder.

This gives you a perfect view of Elias as he shoves his jeans far enough down his hips that he can push his underwear down with them. You're a little intimidated when he joins you and Mary on the chaise. Elias looks at you like a predator, moves like one too. Mary is quick to murmur encouragement in your ear, as if she sensed your speeding pulse.

You remind yourself they're just people. However ethereal they might be, they're just people.

“You been real good to us, baby. Let us be

good to you.” Elias is murmuring, ducking down to give you a kiss. “We won't bite unless you ask.” His hand is gentle, smoothing down your hip and over your thighs. The touch is teasing, and you settle back against Mary. Her legs are a comforting frame for your body to lean on any fears eased by the praise she whispers with every breath.

When Elias finally lines himself up, he leans over and spits on his cock before smearing the makeshift lubrication over the head. It feels a little dirty, but dirty in the way that makes your head feel light from all the blood rushing to your cunt. That coupled with the feeling of Elias’ dick as he finally presses it inside you nearly makes you dizzy.

You've had two orgasms and are probably the most turned on you've ever been in your life, so he's to the hilt inside you before you can exhale without a scrap of resistance. As you finally remember to release the air trapped in your lungs, Elias is sucking in a breath through clenched teeth. It hisses like a kettle and his eyes close in focus. Mary's reaching her hand to stroke his cheek while she tells you both how good you look.

Her canines drag on your neck and goosebumps prickle down your spine. They feel so sharp as they pause over your pulse and dig a little deeper than normal. You almost say something, but Elias grabs your face to make you look at him and starts to move his hips and you forget the English language for a minute.

He's holding the eye contact so intensely that closing your eyes and letting your head fall back seems like the only option. The way he rolls his hips into you presses you back against Mary, and she wastes no time finding your clit again with deft fingers. The pleasure jolts through you, and Elias growls as you tighten around him.

“Oh he liked that. Let's see if you can do it again.” Mary's fingers set the same pace she had in the club. Gentle but quick, finding exactly how you like your body touched and doing it until your breath comes in little pants. You’re breathing heavy and frantic and she's still kissing at your pulse. Elias is cursing every time you body tenses around him but doesn't stop moving once. His hips keep rolling deeper into you and you think it feels so good that it might kill you.

“You're doing so well,” Mary whispers as she nips at your earlobe. “I just wanna keep you.” You feel her head turn, but your head is still in the crook of her shoulder. She's probably watching Elias, or you, or how he's fucking you stupid “Would you like that? We can do this forever.”

You nod, but Elias answers too with a sound of agreement. Mary smiles against your skin, and her fingers speed up just enough to short-circuit any thoughts that were running around in your head.

“You gonna show Elias the pretty face you make when you come?” Mary asks. “Want him to finish inside you? Want to really be ours?” The delirium her hand is currently spinning in your head stops for a single panicked moment as you realize none of you spoke a word about protection, but in the next breath your muscles freeze and release hits you like a truck.

It's the third orgasm in maybe an hour and a half and leaves you overstimulated. Everything is floating and fuzzy and Elias is leaning forward with a grunt as his hips stop, shuddering close to release before—

Pain slices through the pleasure like a hot knife. Where Mary had been kissing you moments prior is now alive with heat and scorching pain. Your eyes snap open and are greeted by the blood pulsing in time with your feverish heartbeat. Mary's attached to you by the throat, sucking and biting at the mauled skin. Your mouth opens to scream, but Elias presses his palm to your lips.

“Naw baby, none of that. It'll be over quick. Promise.” His voice does nothing to soothe you, but your screams of pain become whimpers as cold starts to creep into your skin. Elias takes your arm, kissing over the vein at the underside of your wrist. This time, you're forced to watch as those gold fangs cut into the skin there and blood pools around his lips. The pain is blinding. Your vision flickers at the edges as you cry out.

“Shh, we're bein’ real nice.” Mary has pulled away from your neck and leaves a sticky print where she kisses your cheek. “Nicer than the man who made us was.”

“You'll wake up and we can do this forever. Just like I said.” Mary's promise makes no sense, a false comfort spoken to the girl stupid enough to go home with two strangers. Another missing poster at the community center. You want to fight, but the world is fading fast. You're fading fast.

“Sleep tight.” Elias says, kissing at the place he rent open on your wrist. “We'll see you real soon.”

It's those words that accompany you as you slip into the dark, a sea of cold you can't seem to escape. An endless eternity.

-

Then your eyes open. You don't breathe, but the ache in your chest doesn't come. Your body has been cleaned, swaddled in blankets and left in a bed far bigger than your own. The room is dark, protected by the heavy curtains that cover every window. A TV drones somewhere in the background.

“Good mornin’ sunshine!” A woman's voice.

That startles you and panic drops into your gut when you see Mary and Elias sharing an armchair. He has a book in hand, and she's perched on the armrest fiddling with a remote. Both of them still have blood painting their mouths and chest. Your blood, you realize.

“Welcome to forever, baby.”

[rinhaler]

hii <3 more uncle nanami please? extra smutty hehe <33

still can't get over how much everyone likes uncle nanamin tbh agjdkshlgadsg, enjoy x

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, incest, sex toys, squirting, age gap, manipulation, forced orgasm, ddlg esque.

words: 1.3k

“What’s in the bag, uncle Nanamin?” you ask, blinking up at him so sweetly as he sits on the edge of your bed. He hands it to you, it’s a glittery pink gift page, and your eyes widen with excitement. “For me?” you ask, taking it from him.

“For you, sweetheart.” he nods, watching as you take a long, gift wrapped box out of the bag. You look at him for permission to open it, to which he nods, again. It’s wrapped so meticulously, which doesn’t surprise you in the least. Your uncle is so precise about every little detail. So you try and offer the same in return. You don’t tear into the wrapping paper, you do all you can to open it with minimal ripping. He sees how your eyes widen with fear when the object comes into view, and he strokes his thumb over your thigh. “Don’t be scared.” he tells you.

“I-It’s big…” you tell him, looking at the size of the box and the white Hitachi wand printed on the front. “Is this… a sex toy?” you ask him, innocently. He smiles at that, leaning forward to plant a kiss on your forehead.

He nods, again.

You open the box to reveal the toy, and it’s bigger than you could have imagined. You pull out the wire and plug it into the extension plug down the side of your bed. He watches you, like you’re a child opening gifts on Christmas day. And he chuckles when you turn on the wand and feel how powerful the vibrations are.

You meet his stare again, gulping heartily when you feel out of your depth.

“I— uncle Nanamin…” you pout.

“Awe, you don’t get it?” he asks, and you shake your head. He stands up and locks your bedroom door. He knows you’re home alone but he isn’t willing to take the risk. He’s thankful for his upstanding gentleman exterior, and he’s even more thankful that the rest of the family seems to fall for it. Even you, to an extent. It’s the perfect cover for him to spend this time alone with you. Corrupting you with each visit and moulding you into his perfect little girl.

“Do I use it on my… my…” you feel your skin sear with warmth as you flush with embarrassment, unable to bring yourself to complete your sentence.

“Your little pussy? Yes, sweetheart.” he finishes it for you. His fingers hook under your t-shirt, pulling it over your body to reveal a pretty, blue push up bra beneath. He reaches around behind you and unhooks it, your breasts spilling free as they’re bared to him. He hisses, quietly, enamoured by the sight.

“It’s scary…” you tell him.”

“No, no it’s not scary,” he continues. He pulls you further down the bed until you’re flat on your back. He pulls at your shorts and commands you to lift your ass so he can remove them fully. You’d decided to forgo any panties. You know they don’t stay on your body for long when your uncle is in town. “Gonna make you feel nice… I’ll show you.”

He takes the wand from your hand and puts it down for a moment. You’re already dripping wet for him, he supposes it’s some sort of pavlovian response to his voice at this point. He never fails to find you dripping whenever he sneaks into your room.

Your thighs are pushed into your chest until your knees are by your ears. He traces a finger from your slick clit down to your clenching little hole, his fingers ghosting the entrance until he pulls away completely.

He smirks when you jolt at the sound of the toy coming to life. Your whole body shakes as he teases your inner thighs with it.

“Remember I told you I want to see you make a mess for me one day? This will help.” he reminds you.

“Will it hurt, uncle Nanamin?” you ask him, your body trembles as the vibrations surge through you.

“No, it’ll feel nice. Really nice. It’s just tickling you now, right?” he asks, and you nod, agreeing. “Well. How about now…” he questions, lowering the large vibrating head to your cunt. And the moan you let out is raucous when he finds the perfect angle on your clit.

He covers your mouth, demanding that you be quiet. You’re home alone, yes, but that isn’t to say your family won’t come home sooner rather than later. His eyes are strict, but compassionate all at once. You’re humming, loudly, and dampening his palm as you try to wriggle away from the toy.

“Don’t fight it. Don’t fight me.” he tells you, moving his hand slightly to give you the chance to respond. “It’s good. Isn’t it?”

“Too much!” you yell, “too much f’me!” you cry you, earning his palm sealing your lips again.

“Be quiet.” he warns you, strictly again. “You don’t want to get in trouble, do you? You’ll like it when you cum, so be a good girl and take it.” he commands, turning the vibration setting up a notch.

Your eyes fill with tears and your body convulses wildly. This is nothing, he thinks. And yet, you’re flailing around like this? Your screams are muffled by his large hand, but he longs to drink up every decibel of their true volume. His pants begin to tent and strain and he relishes in the sight of the cutest forbidden fruit he’s ever head the pleasure of handling.

He turns the notch up, one last time.

Your eyes cross and you swear your heart stops beating. You’re cursing, though he’ll never know, as he presses the wand hard onto your firm clit.

“That’s it, good girl, cum for me.” he encourages you, adding the slightest pressure yet again to your trembling clit. “Make a mess of the toy. Make a mess of me. Wanna see, so show me, princess.”

And you can’t resist a direct order from your favourite uncle. You begin spasming, your cunt twitching as you cum. And it’s the hardest orgasm you’ve ever felt. And you feel happy, you think, when you realise how elated your uncle is upon seeing your pussy gush out a fountain of liquid for him.

Your sheets are ruined, completely soaked and you can’t think of anything worse than doing laundry after how spent your little cunt is. But he’ll do the laundry. He’d never expect you to do something so menial because of his demands.

He’s thrilled to see you’re capable of such a feat. His trousers are equally as ruined as the sheets below and he hopes he’ll have time to change before the family returns from their shopping trip.

“Good girl, pretty fucking pussy…” he speaks, though you aren’t sure if he’s talking to you or directly to your cunt. He pulls upward on your skin until the hood of your clit raises, putting more pressure on your overworked pearl. You yelp, helplessly, trying again to escape the feeling. “Sorry, princess, got carried away.” he switches off the toy.

He holds you in his arms for what feels like a lifetime as you try and process what just happened. You’re so wet. And you feel cold. But the warmth of his body caressing yours is enough to feel better.

“D-Do I… can I keep it?” you wonder.

“Yes.” he nods, “If you liked it, it’s yours.”

“Will you use it again? I-It was nice… so nice…”

“Of course.” he smiles, kissing the crown of your head. “And while I’m gone you can use it on yourself. You can make yourself cum whenever you like when I’m not here.”

What you like about your uncle Nanami is how considerate he is when it comes to you. But what he likes most about you is how easy to manipulate you are. You’ll become addicted to that wand and associate it with him. He’s never been worried about you straying and wanting to fuck other guys when he isn’t around. But he wants to be careful. He wants to make sure you remember who you belong to. You need to remember the only man who should make you cum like that.

What’s wrong with a man giving a gift to his favourite niece, anyway?

© 2023 rinhaler

[charmmyvixen]

· · The Rich Farmer's Daughter Turned Town's Slut · ·

From City Girl to Farmer’s daughter, oh how will you ever survive on the countryside? The answer is simple: fucking.

･˳ . ⋆ Reporting Live with Eren Yeager, Zeke Yeager, Yelena, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirtstein, Connie Springer, Oyankopon, Sasha Braus, Mikasa Ackerman,Annie Leonhart, Miche(Mike)Zacharias, Erwin Smith,Nile Dok, Historia Reiss, Ymir, Kenny Ackerman, Levi Ackerman, Porco Galliard, Reiner Braun, Hange Zoe, Pieck Finger, Eren Kruger, Keith Shadis, Theo Magath x chubby!Bimbo!Fem! reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings : First part is in fic format, second part is in Drabble/headcannons format, Confident chubby girl, Smut, threesomes, foursomes, fivesomes, group sex, wlw, reader is bisexual, Sasha x Mikasa is shown a little bit( no I don’t ship, if you do this is the place for you), dildo usage( double ended dildos too), dacryphillia, heavy Bimbo activities implied here, very self indulgent but anyone can read, outfits are describe for a reason here( only because I like Bimbo farmers daughter aesthetic), chubby!reader, rich black farmers and daughter, dirty talk, cock warming on Erwin’s part, big exhibition here, Kenny is the bad guy who wants your father’s crops, could be considered dubcon on his part, reader is very dumb, fucked dumb too, implied protected/unprotected sex, this is fictional so none of that sick shit applies here but please do not go around doing this without protection( wrap up), reader is in her early 20s( 21-24), age gaps all throughout this story( some big, some not), dominant characters( Mikasa, Annie, Levi, Erwin, miche, Keith, Kruger, etc.), pet names ( bunny, sl*t, wh0re, pretty girl, town’s sl*t, princess, doll, doll face, butterfly, sweat pea, etc.) body fluids( squirting, cumming, spit swapping), bondage( handcuffs/ swimsuit used as handcuffs), use of strap on, oral receiving and giving, descriptions of body hair, pussy/dick visuals, tattooed eren!, reader could be implied to be a nympho here, degradtation/ praise, breeding kink, grisha lurking for him and Carla. Basically you fuck everyone damn!, have fun and if im missing something let me know.

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Word Count : 14.4k, longest fic I’ve ever written

18+, Minors do not interact

PSA from me : I wanted to write this to celebrate me hitting 4K followers, so I hope you all enjoy. Thank you all for 4K followers <333 And for the love of anything, please do not do none of this stuff with strangers like the reader did in this fic, if you happen to, wrap it up!!

Also credit to @bimbohub for the farmer’s daughter inspiration, so sorry I didn’t tag you when I publish it, mainly because I forgot but yes I want to thank you for making that fic and giving me inspiration for it<33

Jujutsu Kaisen Version Tokyo Revengers Version

You remember the time you first learned about your move to the town you wanted no relation to ever since your visit when you were 8 years old.

Summer days were upon you as you came home from a long year of college. You were only in college because your parents forced you to go, otherwise you would’ve just set up a camera in your room and gave older men shows in order to get money. Being in your early twenties is a curse because now you had to actually do adult things and adulting wasn’t for you at all.

In college, you didn’t understand anything about what you learned, especially with the business major you’re forced to take up. Bad on your parents part because you didn’t even know what a mortgage is and how it’s gonna benefit you. You didn’t know or care about things like that, but you passed— only because you convinced the nerdy boy next to you to give you the answers to every test you took and every project you needed to complete. The speeches you had to give in front of the class were all of his words and he stood there smiling because the pretty girl finally gave him the attention he wanted. And you did. You actually found him useful and pretty, he just needed to fix up his looks and that was the deal you proposed to him and he took it with no problem. You even added that he was gonna finally feel and taste how bubble gum tastes if you passed.

So now you were back home and staring up at your father and mother who had the biggest smiles on their face. The next words that fell out of their mouths after congratulating you for even finishing your second year of college were horrifying. “ We’re going down to Napeville, your grandfather has now retired his position as a farm owner and your father wanted to take control of it since he was trained his entire childhood.” Your mother finished her statement and your gum popped on your face as you stared at her with wide eyes.

You stare without blinking as your dad grabbed your suitcases on the side of you bringing them into the house, “ Why?! Can’t you just go down there on your own pops’, gramps only wanted you to go down there right?!…Wait are we moving down the-” your father came back out again to grab your bag you had in the trunk of your car— afterwards stopping in front of you when he retrieved the bag from the car. “ Yes, my little pumpkin, we’re moving down there. Aren’t you glad to go back there? I’ll even teach you all about farming if you want.”, Your father said as he smiled at you. You in fact did not want any of that shit. You only remembered the ugly house and barn your grandparents had you and your parents staying in. Being 8 years old, you remembered the faces of the people down there and let’s just say you aren’t gonna find love down there if they all looked and act the way they did when you were 8. Farming life was boring compared to what you were planning to do with your friends this summer. They were not gonna ruin this for you so you proposed a deal with them, hoping they’ll listen.

“ Hmm, what if I just go down there in the summer and come back up here to go back to school and you, my dear pops’ can buy me an apartment! The smartest idea I’ve ever came up with right?!!”, You say, with your arms wrapped around the neck of your dad hugging him from the side. Your mother wanted so badly to facepalm because that was a stupid idea, but she couldn’t say because you are her daughter and you are very sensitive.

Your father removed your arms off his neck and gave you his stern look, “ Enough, { reader}! You know better than to argue with us and besides you don’t even have a good paying job to afford an apartment months rent, especially for the apartment you are tryna’ get for yourself.” You pucker your lips out while huffing, “ Okay okay, I’ll get another one.” Your father shook his head and went inside the now almost empty house.

You stopped and looked around to see the way your house looked and gasped loudly as your parents continued what they are doing, “ Ma’, where’s our stuff, did you have an yard sale without me knowing, why didn’t you tell me because I wanted to keep that love seat we had and put it in my room.”

Your mother sighed loudly before turning to you, “ {reader}, honey, if we just said that we’re moving, what does that mean to you? What do most people do when they move?” She was already tired of packing up most of her and your equipment while you were off at college doing God knows what. You didn’t really check in with them like you used to do in your first year.

You almost narrowed your eyes at her, but decided not to do it since you didn’t feel like getting yelled at for looking at her like that. Answering whilst twirling the string of chewed up gum around your index finger, “ Um, we move. I don’t know ma’, it’s too much to think about really. Anyways, since I clearly have no choice but to obey you two, I’m gonna hang out with my friends for the last time.”

Your mother rolled her eyes as she put the tape on the last box you all had before you tidy up the move from this house to your farming house, “ be back before 12, you may be grown, but you’re still my child living under my rules.” You nodded your head and bit your tongue to stop you from saying something or rolling your eyes.

You were excited to see your bitches again but before you were off, you took out your phone and texted your friends that you wanted to roller skate like the old times. You put your phone away without their answers to your text and walked to where your mother just walked to, “ Ma’, which box are my baby pink and blue roller skates in? Need them for my girly time today.” Your mother walked to a box and kicked it towards you prior to walking off to finish what she was doing.

You opened the box, thanking the heavens that she didn’t box them up with that ugly tape. “ Aww I missed you babies so much, I bet you missed your mommy just as much.” Your father wanted to really question if you got this personality from your moms side of the family so he decided to say, “ She got that shit from your side not mine, baby.”

You paid no mind to what the two of them were whispering about as you grabbed your roller skates in your baby pink manicured hands. Hurrying out the house before you got called back in to pack up something they missed, you walked down your stairs to your car. You honestly should’ve taken the hint that you all were moving when you saw the moving truck on the side of your parents car in the garage way. You smiled as you walked to your baby pink and white G-Wagon, “ I’ll make my last night worth it for sure.” You talked to yourself a lot since you were an only child and found a friend in yourself before you found friends. You looked down at your outfit and smiled, your tits looked yummy and your thighs did too.

The memory was four weeks ago and you were now driving your car in silence while following your mom and dad leads to the Legendary farm house. You were leaving so much behind. Your bed, your friends, college associates, your favorite nerd, now who’s gonna help you pass your classes. You huffed to yourself, still following after your parents to the next town you were going to have to adjust to. You were going to miss the stores you got to shop at, the malls were your favorite and least favorite because it was a hit or miss with the brookefield mall. Being the size you were was not a guarantee that you were going to find something in the mall for you, so when you found that one store that sold cute clothes in your size, you had no choice but to max out with your pops’ black card. You were also glad for the mall and of course the internet because you got to shop for new clothes prior to coming to this small town.

You were going to miss the boys and girls in that city. You were gonna miss Hitch and Boris, your main two toys you like to play with. Both were hot and were everything you needed to get by. The city was full of whores and now you gotta move to the country where they are so holy and thou there. Ewww, you're gonna hate it there.

By the time you all arrived at the house you were blown out of your mind when you looked up at the farm house. It was incomparable to the farmhouse you knew from your childhood. This town was so different from how it used to be, it used to be quiet and old looking now it looks a little loud and modern, you were so stuck because you thought of the farmhouse that looked like a cottage house with a big barn behind it like it used to look, now it looks too luxurious— to your liking. The house had big glass windows with a black wooden roof and a big riva double eyebrow 4-lite steel Iron, glass door to greet you. Honestly, the gate when you first entered gave it away that this was going to be different, but you didn’t even think about it because you’re too busy listening to your favorite playlist right now in the act of sucking on your blue cotton candy sucker.

The gate was long and you bet it was even longer than you actually think, your grandpa was full of surprises. The ride to the house was even longer. Nothing but acres of grass mountains and grasslands plus a few animals standing there greeted you as you drove to the house. You were so glad because your hands hurt from driving all night and the sight of sheep somehow made you brighter than before. Once you parked the car on the pavement of the garage behins the moving truck, you got out and looked at it stomping your red and white gingham platform heels on the ground at the sandy dirt on your tires, “ fucking dirt roads, hate them so much.” Your parents were already hugging your cousin while you were grumbling about your tire and car having dirt on it. You decided to wear red and white today to match the cherry red nails with cherry charms on them. You also wanted to try to fit into the countryside by wearing this, after all, you were now a farmer’s daughter.

Your cousin's smile brightens once she sees you come to her with your arms out, “ Bubbles!” You screamed out as you hugged her and she screamed your nickname right after, and the country accent was heard loud and clear. You figured that she must’ve been lonely as hell here because this place was huge and it looks like she’s the only one here.

“ If you’re looking for grandpa, he’s at his house around the corner from here.”, Your cousin said as she brought you inside the house. It was so neutral and blended inside compared to the outside. You almost wanted to puke from the smell of discoloration this house reeks of. So plain and boring.

“ pops’, are we going to go see him later or something?”, you yelled throughout the house since you were walking up the stairs. You heard an answer but didn’t bother to actually listen because your cousin was pulling you to your room she set for you. It was a room you never would have even step foot into a few weeks ago but now you had no choice, at least the bed was big just like your bed at home. Home. You missed it already.

Your cousin then gave you a cola she got out of the little fridge you guessed she stocked in your room, “ How thoughtful of you, { cousin’s name}. Seems like you didn’t change at all.” Your cousin smiled at your comment before taking your hand to go back down stairs to the movie truck, “ And you did. Not in a bad way, sugs. Just didn’t expect you to be like dis’ gotta say you look so gorgeous with that outfit and hairstyle but that’s not what we wear out chea’. Anyways I’ve called my friends and the people your father and I know over here before y’all arrived. You’re gonna love them. They all offered to help with these heavy ol’ boxes here.”

You furrowed your eyes because exactly how many of them are going to come. You start guessing in your head and thought your brain felt like it was combusting. Too much thinking again, so you just smiled. You started to stare off into space until your cousin snapped her fingers in front of your face, “ Hey hey, we gotta get some of these boxes out of chea’, we’re having tons of fun later, silly so let’s get this started now. It’s about 11 am right now, we all should be able to finish by 9, perfect time too.”

You stared at her like she was the sheep in the backyard before grabbing the lightest box, carrying it to the entrance while she carried two boxes, “ What’s happening at 9?”

Your cousin was about to say something when a group of men and women were walking towards you all. You were so confused on who they were because your family skin didn’t look like any of them, yet they’re here smiling at your cousin like they’re family. As you were standing there in a daze— occasionally sucking on your cherry sucker with glossy strawberry lip gloss wrapped around the sucker and the half of the stick.

You didn’t even notice that they got closer and were all standing before you staring at you in awe while you looked up at the sky, stuck like a robot. You blinked when you heard the whispers and gasp with a puzzled look on your face, “ Oh oh, hi hi, I spaced out and wasn’t paying attention to you all. My name is { your name}, nice to meet you all.” You flashed a smile and Armin almost fell for you right there. They all could tell you were a city girl and the accent proved it. They would also know because they’re all from the city too, not yours though.

Eren eyed you up and down with a toothpick hanging out his mouth. He had to get you under him because there was no way you were taking by the way you were dressing. You had on a red and white gingham top that tied in the front pushing up your boobs even more with your pudgy stomach showing— slightly protruding over your v waist, blue Jean short shorts that almost showed your ass if you bent down. Your face was so gorgeous, chubby cheeks when you smile and pretty lips to top it off, he couldn’t wait to know more about you. You were the perfect girl they all were looking for, the excitement and for some, the rush— just wait until the older men and women of the group caught sight of you. Right now it was just him, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Mikasa, Annie, Floch, Pieck, Colt , Connie, Sasha, Porco, Historia, and Ymir .

They all introduced themselves to you and your legs were almost shaking from their voices, especially the women. Eyeing each of them as they were now headed to the truck. You saw things you liked about them, for now. Eren has arm tattoos that made him even more attractive and long hair that you wanted to run your fingers through, Armin looks like the nerd you had back home just more handsome with his lil cowboy boots on, Mikasa had a red scarf wrapped around her neck with overalls on. She looked so cute. Annie had on pants that showed off her thighs really well and eyes that sealed you in, Sasha was obviously a foodie because she’s been smacking on another bag of fruit snacks since they’ve walked up. She was a beauty. A real one.

Ymir and Historia were attached each other with matching colors on, which made them look adorable. One had on jeans and a shirt with combat boots while the other one had her hair down in a middle part with a cute overall dress and tank top under it. Their boots even matched. Yeah they were indeed a couple, but you still had thoughts.

Flock’s hair was a little disturbing but his eyes were beautiful; he has potential. Now Reiner was big and beefy with a cowboy hat planted on top of his head and you were getting more attracted to him when he turned around to go inside the house— his chest was the first thing you saw. May those two buttons never come back together with their little holes because whew does he look so good! Jean was someone you never thought you would keep your eyes on consistently. You liked that he was taller than everyone here and he carried himself like he’s a leader, you love a man who owns the power of authority. You don’t know why, you just do.

Porco was good looking as well and you could tell he was hard to everyone else but gentle to people he liked. A beautiful boy indeed. Colt was shy but talkative to his peers he’s been around, he was a cutie. Now pieck was someone you wanted first, she’s so pretty and mesmerizing. So beautiful that you didn’t even realize that she was in front of you bending down to pick up the box you set down in front of you. You watched her get up and throw a little smile your way, “ You can’t be spacing out like this a lot, pretty girl. Don’t want you to get hurt in the future. So, can you help me carry this last box inside, it’s in the truck.” You laughed before walking ahead of her to the truck whilst she watched your ass jiggle as you walked in front of her. You were definitely gonna be the new talk around town now.

Indeed you were by 9 pm, you were done with everything— unpacking, showing you around your new home led by your cousin as the rest stayed just to talk more with you. Afterwards , they all asked to hang out with you at the bar a few minutes away from where you stay and so you did go. Greatest mistake on your part because from there on out, you were the talk of the town.

✧˖° Eren Yeager + Zeke Yeager, Yelena with grisha lurking + in Eren’s living room

The first time you met Zeke and Yelena was at Pipsy’s Bar— the one you went to when you first moved here. You didn’t really talk with either of them because you stayed close to your cousin and Eren’s crew. However, just because you didn’t talk with them doesn’t mean you weren’t the topic of the conversation they had at their own table.

Just as Zeke asked Yelena to look into who you were, his widened at you getting body shots on the pool table by his little brother. The way your body shook underneath Eren’s as he licked down your boobs to your stomach made his dick hard and yelena wet. They both wanted you and had to get a chance to talk to you one way or another

Today was their lucky day, especially Yelena’s because she was supposed to be somewhere else today, but Zeke asked to hang out at his house. They were on the couch and their hormones heightened as you walked through the door of their farmhouse with your baby-pink polka dot strapless tube top with a white shirt skirt on. Your heels compliment your outfit and legs so well. Yeah, today was gonna be a good day today

Friday afternoon was something you wanted for a long time. Your mini skirt was bunched up your stomach, panties long gone. With the twist of your dark nipples in between Eren’s fingers, he moved inside of your pussy with desperation of your hot and slippery pussy. He was so breathy underneath you. His chest glistened as he pant out your name in a hush tone . You on the other hand was too busy trying to please Zeke with your mouth around his coke can thick tip. Zeke groaned when you locked your jaw around his pink tip, “ Stop - uh- stop fucking looking at me with those doll like eyes, Angel. Makes me wanna’ take you away from everyone and grow my own farm filled with as many animals as you want and during that time our babies will walk around with their shoes off exploring our farm.”

Eren grunted out as you clenched around his heavy cock, “ Fuck no! She’s mine, Zeke. Get your own slut. Yelena’s, umph shit! She’s right there.” Eren leaned forward to take your nipples into his mouth, needing to shut his own ass up before he ruined this moment by arguing with his pinhead ass brother. Yelena was too busy fingering herself to her tongue exploring your ass cheeks— all the way down to your convulsing asshole. It looked proper and good to not put her tongue inside. In the process of eating your ass, her large hands were spreading you open, so Eren’s big balls and her tongue can now move freely.

Zeke put his hands on your chubby cheek with a low smirk on his face, his glasses long gone off his face letting you see what exactly his eyes are saying when they look at you. Your mouth was getting tired of hollowing around Zeke’s tip and at the same time your body shook against Eren’s body and Yelena’s mouth. You were about to lift your mouth off of the older brother’s cock to moan, but your moans were soon dancing along Zeke’s thick dick. His tip hit the back of your throat, making diamond tears fill up your eyes, they eventually traveled down your eyes causing your mascara to drip down your face. Zeke cooed at you with a little grunt and hum— moving inside of you with a sharp snap of his hips, “ Ah Yes, the face of a whore. The face I love seeing on many. Ughh! So fucking pretty taking all three of us at the same time.”

Eren hissed when you squeezed around his dick causing him to almost knock his knees together out of pleasure. He reached to grab your plushy love handles, holding them in his rough hand, “ Fuck, baby! Fuck me back like you’re doing.” And then he massages your love handles in between his long fingers that had cold rings on them. “ Thought I didn’t feel the little roll of your hips and thick thighs clamping around my hips. Think again. Now give me this pussy I’ve longed for. Fuck~”, Eren said as his rings cooled down your sweaty and hot love handles.

Their dirty talking was getting to you so bad. Yelena was now standing up after detaching her lips from your puckering hole with just a long string of saliva— she was behind you with a finger probing your ass and sloppy kisses on your back, “ Gonna’ let me use this ass of your sweetheart… nah, I think I might just open you up for the others, my debt to them.” You couldn’t even focus on her sultry voice uttering those foreshadow ass words because your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, ears popping and body shaking from their overstimulation on all three of your holes. Zeke groaned and came into your mouth at the same time as Eren cumming inside the condom— breaking it in the process. Some of his cum leaked into your pussy and you couldn’t do anything but squirm on him and Grind on Yelena’s finger. You swallowed Zeke’s nut with a few coughs prior to wiping off your mouth and chin.

Eren was still snapping his hips into you slowly just when his pretty emerald, green eyes fell upon you— he was truly enticed by you. Meanwhile, your head was thrown back on Yelena’s chest allowing you to moan out loud— nothing but pleasure coming out your mouth. “ Ahhh~ please, please. It feels so good, rennie, Zekey, lena’. Feels s’good. Mmm .” Your voice was so loud after popping Zeke’s semi-limp dick out of your mouth that Grisha, who stood on the second floor banister staring intensely at the three of you with lust filled eyes, heard everything from the fucking start. He wanted you, now. You were exquisite in his eyes, far too exquisite to make him of all people interested, dangerous even. He so wanted to jerk off, but he’ll just replay the ring camera set up in his living room over, maybe he and Carla could have alone time with you, she’s been asking for a threesome for a while. His sons were so dumb to not even know he was home or maybe they didn’t care. Grisha walked off humming to himself, he’ll let his fellow friends and wife know about you.

✧˖° Armin, Jean, and Connie + back of Jean’s pickup truck

Word got around the small town faster than the plague. Whispers were heard here and there and you had no clue it was all about sweet little you. You were too busy sucking on the pink lollipop that was in your mouth while watching the sheep’s make noise and walk around your big spacious backyard, the only thing that’s separating you from them is the wooden field gate. You took in the fresh air while smiling to yourself. This was your ‘you’ time. Nothing could interrupt this.

Except for a laugh Connie bucked out— walking into the backyard as your parents were yelling out that they’re leaving to visit your grandpa, whom you visited last week with sore legs, thanks to those three. How humiliating they left you. Your view of the green grassland was invaded by Jean Kirtstein with his hands on his hips.

Armin walked to your little lake in the yard petting and talking to the animals having their daily snack on the grass. As for Connie he was too busy admiring your look, your fashion sense screamed Bimbo and he adored it. He always snuck glances at you whenever you weren’t looking or he was goofing off with his friends. He was interested in you, that’s why he wanted to come but Jean and Armin decide to come as well fucking up his plan.

He was admiring your pink Diesel T- Angie shirt that showed off the print of your boobs perfectly to the tight jeans you wore and down to your pink cowgirl boots. Up until Jean grabbed your hand and led you to his big pickup truck, driving off with Connie and Connie on the side of you. They wanted to take you on the ride, away from your house to have their alone time with you.

Indeed they’re plan was a success because now you were in the back of Jean’s pick up truck getting plowed into from the behind by Connie’s cock— around 7.5 inches and thick. Jean took your mouth as he laid down in front of you whilst Armin took pictures of this interaction with your used sucker in his mouth. He was glad that he came with them after being on his farm catering to his father’s chicken coup. He needed a break and you were the perfect person to help him relax. He recorded the way your lips sucked in Jean’s lengthy cock in your mouth with a shuddered breath as he watched. You were fucking Insatiable, almost everyone in the small town thought so.

“ Fucking hell, She’s sucking me like it’s her last taste of ramen noddles, shit~.”, Jean rasped out as he moved your hair out of his vision from seeing you. Connie has your pink heart-shaped Moschino glasses on his eyes as he grabs your ass cheeks in his hands as he hits you from the back. Connie reached to Armin handing him your shoes that was on its way coming off from getting fuck on the truck’s tailgate, “ Here, seems like the slut of the hour just can’t keep up with us after all.”, He snickered before slapping your ass, “ her shoe came off. Now watch and see how she reacts when I do this. Jean keep fucking her face like that, sounds so slutty. Make sure she can’t breathe.”

Your cunt squeezed around Connie— a reaction to his dirty words. You popped Jean’s dick out your wet mouth and looked back at Connie with low fucked-out eyes, “ Please, mmph, keep fucking me like this, I want Armin too. Please Armin, wanna see your cock, wan’ it in my ass because of how pretty it is.” Connie folded right then and there. Yeah he was gonna get you to breed you for that shit. Armin sucked in a breath as he set his phone up on the inside of the truck before looking out to the opening of the dirt road both ways.

And so they did what you asked with a few taunts from Connie and persuasion from Jean for Armin to join without looking out for anybody— I mean after all this is a dead end. You were now all fully on the truck fucking like rabid bunnies. Armin whimpers we’re so pretty, you were kinda glad that Jean is fucking your mouth without any room left to breathe because you were going to cum to the sight of Connie’s pretty red face below you. You felt so full and they felt so good.

Jean yanked your hair to his dick holding you there with a loud moan erupting from his throat, “ My sweet sweet girl, fu-uhhh~” you tried to push your head off his dick, but he patted your head and whispered, “ a little bit longer bunny.” Jean’s cum leaked out of your mouth and mixed with your spit that was lathering his dick caused Armin to snap. Armin came inside of your ass with a loud cry, “ So perfect for me, Honey. So damn perfect.” At the moment of clenching around his cock with your tight hole. Anal was not easy but Armin made it easy for you by prepping you with his spit, lube out of Jean’s truck, and his fingers. He was the perfect person to break your anal virginity.

Connie came into his condom with a loud groan and chants of your name. Armin laughed at the shakes and final thrusts he did, “ Looks like you couldn’t handle her, Connie.” Connie rolled his eyes with a hard lip bite in the process of both of them starting to fuck slowly into you again to let you catch your second orgasm, you didn’t even know you had the first one. Jean pulled out your mouth leaning to hold your cheeks squeezing them together to make more mess of your big cheeks squeezed— covered with spit, cum, and sweat, “ You’ve done so well, my pretty, chubby bunny. Cum for daddy, bunny. Cum for all of us.” You snapped when he mentioned the one word that always got you off.

Your eyes couldn’t see that it was dark outside because your vision was white as you came in Connie’s dick causing him to jump and whine from the tightening around his cock, “ Fucking vixen you are.” They all laughed while you came back to reality, now seeing that it’s dark as hell outside and the only source of light was the flashlight Connie reached to turn on during the time he was digging inside of you. This was the best decision you parents could’ve made because since that move you’ve been getting pleasure. You may not even go back to the city college and just find one down here, who knows.

✧˖° Onyankopon + your kitchen

Onyankopon caught your eyes as soon as he stepped into your pupil's sight. He was so fine and you craved him. Reminds you of your ex from the way he smiled at you. He was a horse trainer and you were gonna get him to train you to ride horses. You don’t even necessarily want to learn, you just want him to speak a lot because his voice was so deep and sexy. And so you asked your dad can you ask him to train you as he was pulling the crops with his ugly yellow gloves.

You already knew the answer because you always got what you wanted from him and your mother. So, you decided to pick out an outfit and do your hair. The outfit was a off shoulder shirt with pink ribbons on the arms and top of it with pink shorts and black and pink cowgirl boots. Your hair was in your hairstyle but in a ponytail with a big pink ribbon to hold it together.

And so onyankopon taught you about how to be calm around horses to not piss them off. Oysnkopon was trying so hard not to look at your ass and body jiggle as you rode the horse listening to every word he says while making purposeful mistakes.

Afterwards you asked the famous question, “ Why are you called a cowboy then, if you ride horses, shouldn’t you be called a horse boy or something? I’m confused”. Onyankopon stood there contemplating on how he should answer this because it was a good and stupid question.

He never answered your stupid question, just showed you why you can only call him an horse boy as he now had your baby pink and yellow panties pushed to the side whilst fucking you into your kitchen island. His long, thick fingers pressed into your big thighs; holding them up and apart, “ Such a pretty pussy you got, such a shame you kept this to yourself all the times I came to this house since y’all - augh!- moved in.” You were a whimpering mess because of how big and deep— kissing your cervix a few times causing you to wince in pain and pleasure. He had you speechless and you hated it because you were always ready to reply to anyone if your mouth wasn’t occupied.

You and onyankopon watched out for your dad, who was far away from your house— at the garden your grandfather started. Your mom was at her new job she got, so it was just you in the house. Onyankopon yanked your ponytail back as he paused his movements, “ Don’t space out on me, now. Can’t and won’t have that. Need all ya’ attention, baby doll. Look me in the eyes as I take this fat pussy of yours, ya hear me?” You nodded, feeling your ponytail loosen from his grip. You wanted to throw your head back, but he told you to keep your eyes on his, even through your blurry vision. “ Please—” you choked out due to the increase of his pace as he looked down at your greedy kissy taking in his cock like it was eating his cock up.

His deep voice grunted in echo all over the kitchen, “ Please what? Baby doll. Gotta say it, not gonna understand you if you aren’t speaking right.” Onyankopon slowly dragged his dick in and out of your pussy— you felt like you were gonna break into sobs. “Full. Sentences. Ahhh shit! Pretty girl” he snapped his hips into yours punctuating every word he said— you never got dick with this much teasing.

You looked down to follow the movements of his cock moving in and out of your tight gummy walls with a vicious lip bite, whimpers following. You reached down to play with your clit in clockwise format, lifting your head to make eye contact with him, “ Please fuck me hard, Daddy. Fuck me like I’m yours. I can’t— please~” onyankopon smiled as he lifted his cowboy hat off the counter placing it on your head, “ As you wish, doll.” Oyankopon fucked you as he pressed his body against yours feeling the warmth of your body against his, your skin was so soft against his but your nails against his naked back was so harsh but felt good, somehow.

You were sure that one of your press-on nails popped off from how hard you were gripping onto his back as he quickened his pace. “ Fuck I know you feel me right ere’, right here. Your cute lil tummy is so damn cute just like your fucking cheeks, wanna’ bite em’.” He touched your stomach and kissed you in your mouth— swapping spit and flipping each other's tongues as he held your body against his. He trailed his kisses all over your face as he fucked into your sweet little pussy.

“ Ahh, Ony, I think m’ cummin’ mmm cummin’.” You kept saying his name in whimpers and that drove him to fuck you even hard. He didn’t stop even if you came around his dick creating a white ring around his dick. “ Oh God.”, you yelled as you climaxed against him and he came inside of you. He bit your cheek with a deep and long groan when he came into your warm pussy making her even more warm with his hot cum flowing inside. Fuck, he didn’t wear a condom! He didn’t care but you did. Onyankopon chuckled to himself inside his head because he was the first person who got to cum inside of you. Instead of his neighbors, it was him. He feels honored.

✧˖° Mikasa, Annie, Sasha, Ymir, and Historia + your room

Your dad wanted to introduce you to picking strawberries and washing them off from the expanding strawberry field behind your house next to the garden. He just didn’t have time to teach you because teaching you means that he’ll have to take all day teaching you how to even clean off strawberries, plus he knew you hated getting dirt or anything underneath your nails. So when Erwin Smith, the man he always spoke with before he even moved here, suggested the girls teach you all about strawberries since it’s three of their jobs to do on his farm.

When they did teach you, Ymir wasn’t letting up on commenting how stupid you are when you asked if we’re going to eat them off the plants or give them to the animals, historia told her to back off you and giggled when your confused pout displayed on your face. Mikasa’s was closed off but very fond of how you looked in that short little skirt you wore. She thought you knew what you were doing wearing something like this to pick dirty strawberries off the plant stems.

Sasha was the fun one and the most welcoming to you teaching you after Historia because this was her job, she even encouraged you to take a bite out of a dirty strawberry as a joke and you were happily about to do so because you always ate the strawberries in the container, only cleaning it off with water. That’s until Annie grabbed your wrist. Now, Annie was a scary one, but you knew underneath that scary aura she possessed— was a woman who needed comfort. And you were happy to give it to her, a sleepover is the best comfort for any girl.

You never experienced a sleepover like the one you were indulging in right now, maybe with Hitch but that was planned. Getting mocked while your ass collides with Historia’s small heart-shaped ass on the 10 inch long double sided tan dildo Ymir brought in her night bag was something that was not planned. You wondered how she even got her hands on this. “ oh, look at the fucking size difference, my my my you two are the most perfect sluts to try this thing on.” Ymir stood in front of a panting, red faced Historia as she taunted her with a small smirk on her face. Annie stood in front of you with sharp blue eyes looking down at your pretty face, “ You look so pretty like this, it’s unbelievable how fast you succumb to the few words that one over there and I.” She pointed at Mikasa, who was rubbing her clit with her pretty fingers. “ Annie continued, “Such a shameful slut letting us talk you into this just by pointing out how your fat pussy showed through them lace Polka dot panties of yours.”

Annie ended her statement by holding the now ripped panties in her hands, twirling them prior to bending down and engulfing your shivering lips onto her mouth. The kiss was so tasty and sloppy, fuck, you wanted more. Why didn’t she give you more? You stopped moving to deepen the kiss between you and Annie just for Historia to bounce herself against you— your moans falling perfectly into Annie’s mouth as you swapped tongues. You heard little squeals from beside you and behind you. Afterwards you felt a body slide under you and Historia— breaking the kiss to stare down at who’s underneath you, you instantly smiled because Ymir’s cunt was on full display for you as she flicked her tongue on Historia’s count with no mercy.

Moaning at the feeling of a finger entering inside you soon matching pace with the dildo moving back and forth into you and Historia. Sasha giggled in your ear as her white bra appeared on the side of you, “ So wet, can’t wait to taste you on my lips when you sit that pretty ass on my face, I’m craving something to drink right now… something sweet like juice and candy mixed together. You’re the right person for that right, { reader}?” You couldn’t focus because of the overstimulation of your pussy and the stares you got from Annie and Mikasa, who now stands in front of you beside Annie. They watched your eyes peer up at them before Mikasa landed a perfect slap on your face at the same time as Annie landing two in both of your hanging tits.

Mikasa grabbed your jaw and bent down to hold eye contact with you, “ Answer her! Don’t leave any of us waiting for an answer again.” Her voice was so smooth and made your entire body shake or was it the fluffy carpet you all were standing or kneeling on, “ Yesss— yes please taste me after this. I need all of you, Ohh~” your wetness was colliding with Historia’s and she couldn’t take it. Her moans were so pretty to everyone but yours was sexy.

Annie slipped on one of your 8 inch strap-on’s, rubbing it on your mouth, “ Open up for me. Want to see how much of me you could take. Wan’ stuff you full of my cock. Naughtily sluts like you deserve this face fuck I’m going to give you.” Mikasa let out a little chuckle at her words before grabbing Sasha’s hand to lay with her on your bed. You heard the sound of two people aggressively kissing and stared at the two of them making out: Mikasa with Sasha between her legs. Not long after, Mikasa trailed kisses down Sasha’s jawline as she locked eyes with you, “ Fuck her good, Annie or I’ll do it myself. Don’t let her waste a drop of spit or gag, she’s taken bigger cocks than that, so she should know how to do it. I’m sure of it.”

Historia moaned out yours and Ymir’s name, luckily Ymir covered her mouth, “ Ahh, m’cummin’— cummin’ so my-Ahh.” Her moans were muffled by her hand and that made you want to bounce your ass faster to overstimulate her. You wanted to chase you own orgasm and Annie saw that, so she grabbed your head and fucked into it like it was a pocket pussy men use. The electricity she felt from getting head from you in your didldo was on another level. “ Don’t talk to me like I don’t know what I’m doing Mikasa.” She stared Mikasa down in advance to peering down at you, taking all of her cock between your glossy two-tone lips. “Holy fuck, she sounds so fucking pretty, taking this cock like the whore she is. Such a shame, you’re a whore for everyone who shows little interest in you, how pitiful.” Her words had some truth to it, therefore you wanted to shut her up by reaching past the straps of the strap-on to her pussy— sticking two fingers inside of her making her let out a shuddering moan.

You were all feeling pleasure because you didn’t even notice that Ymir had a thick pink string from an egg vibrator hanging out her pussy but the others did. Every last one of you were on cloud nine, especially Sasha and Mikasa now scissoring on your bed as you played with Annie pussy. Her face fucking was harsh but it made you squirt against Ymir’s stomach that spurred Ymir to cum from the pressure of water on her lower belly. Nothing but sultry and slutty moans were heard in your room. You were surprised that your parents didn’t come knocking from the little squeals and screams you all produced.

✧˖° Erwin Smith, Nile Dok, and Mike( Miche) Zacharias + Miche’s bar

After a week from the previous sexual encounters, you decided to take a ride to the famous bar that was about 20 minutes away from here. You needed to feel the wind blowing in between your boobs and upon your legs. Feel the wind on your face as you chew on 3 pieces of bubblegum. It was almost getting dark when you arrived at the bar, you thought it would've been packed with people.

Only three men were in there and you were about to walk back out when Miche grabbed your hand, stopping you from going. His voice did wonders to your pussy. Being a fucking nympho is a fucking curse because you folded as soon as you heard his deep voice. He smirked at you as he breathed in deeply, nodding his head like it was a signal to the other two older men sitting down.

Once he got you to sit down and have a drink with them. They’ll introduce themselves as the leaders of the town, you honestly didn’t care for what they had to say after that because the word authority and older was dancing inside of your head as you stared at them with big pretty eyes circling in on each one of them. You were sizing them up. Sizing them up to fuck them.

Afterwards, Erwin would probably be the one who trailed you home to make sure you got home, explaining how he was just “ looking out for a civilian and his fellow friend daughter”

You are so glad you decided to stay and size them up because you were bouncing on Miche’s big dick in the booth next to the dirty window. When you first saw his dick, you gasped as you stared at it. It was so pretty, curved to the right with two thick veins running down his cock and a pink, thick tip. He also had a cigarette and cologne musk to him, your favorite on old men like him. Your arms hugged his back as he lifted you up and down his dick using his big hands whilst talking with Erwin and Nile. He multitasked and he was great at it because he still hit the right places deep inside of your wet, starving pussy, “ So this is the girl, everyone’s been speaking about? Gotta say she’s exactly my, Mmgh!, type.” They were speaking about you like you weren’t even there getting your pussy destroyed by Miche and that turned you on even more.

Erwin chuckled as he dabbed his cigarette on the ashtray just to bring it to his dried glossy lips, inhaling and exhaling it, “ ‘Isn’t she just so pretty?’ That was Armin’s words as he showed the video of a girl sucking Jean’s cock to me when I asked what they all were discussing. Who would’ve known that she would be the same girl in the video. Luck is on our side Mike and Nile because she is indeed a beauty.” The reason he had dried up lip gloss on his lips was because of your ‘Cherry Bomb’ lip gloss you wore when you made out with him and his friends moments before Miche placed you into his lap to fuck you.

Your moans and screams were muffled into Miche’s neck due to the increased movements of his hips snapping up as his nails broke more of the ass part on your white bow stockings, ultimately revealing your pretty panties that had a small bow on the bak. Your panties were pulled to the side as his cock thrust into you. Nile tried so desperately not to look since his wife was back home with his kids. His wife cheated on him yet he still stayed. Yeah that wife. He had to stay loyal but he couldn’t when your big ass recoiled when miche hit deep inside of you. “ Fuck, she’s something, alright.” Nile didn’t wanna admit it, but he wanted to watch you break underneath him.

And he did when he fucked you agaisnt the table in front of them. His dick was a monster right next to Miche’s— tan with a dark pink tip, hairy because you could feel some of the hairs against your ass as he pushed into your pussy, and long with a little girth to him. You couldn’t take him after getting your pussy beat by Miche. Now, your neck was held in his strong hands while he pushed into your soaking pussy. Your nails gripping the table in front of you, “ Kahhh, I can’t.. I can’t take it, please slow down.” You didn’t want him to slow down at all because this was the third best fuck you’ve had. Nile let out a deep, long groan, fucking you even faster, “ Look at her tremble under me, Erwin. Can you say she’ll do the same for you? I don’t thin— fuck!~ stop squeezing me so damn hard, baby girl.”

Erwin lifted the corner of his lips as he watched your tits flop inside your bra, he couldn’t wait to have you, “ Don’t speak too soon, Nile. Marie was trembling underneath m-” his tone was doing something to your soul and you were about to collapse under Nile’s right arm that was around your tummy. Nile didn’t like what he said and took it out on your poor bruised pussy and you loved it especially when your head was pinned onto the table and Erwin was in your line of sight— brushing the sweat off your forehead with a napkin. Nile snarled as he spoke to Erwin, “ Fuck you, Erwin. Fuck, she’s gonna make me, uhhhh~.” He was so vocal as he came inside of you, his cum mixing with Miche’s cum. Miche was so tired that he didn’t even bother to focus on their bickering moment, his eyes were glued to your body. He was fascinated by you. Everyone was. The moment you stepped inside his bar was the moment he knew you were gonna be screaming and cumming on his cock after the little talk you had.

When it was Erwin’s turn in between your legs, he fucked you with your face turned to Miche and Nile who was now panting like a dog outside without any water on a hot summer day. You were cockwarming him and spilling your cum and the other two men cum all over his cock, “ Don’t move now, Darling. Older men are talking, down here we show respect to our elders.” His eyes were on yours as he held two fingers under your chin tilting it up for you to hold eye contact with him, he soon took his focus off you to return it to the men across and on the side of you. You felt humiliation all over and that only turned you on even more, especially when he took a sip of his drink with a cooling “ aah” following, “ They taught that to us in the city, so why wouldn’t they teach that to her generation?”

They answered him and participated in your degradation and when you would try to say something or move, Erwin would perform powerful thrusts, immediately you’ll moan or cry out of pain and pleasure because after all he was the biggest one out of all of them— he was uncut with a wide girth to his already long dick, his smell was alluring to you because he smelled so natural with a twinge of Booze and cigarettes. You heard two names before your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, yet you couldn’t make out the names clearly. It’s not like you know them or will be able to meet them. Right?

✧˖° Levi Ackerman and Hange Zoe + barn house

The moment you met Hange was when she was milking the cows for your dad as a deal with your mom. You didn’t know how they met, but you would assume your mom and dad knew every last person here because they were already planning to move down here before they told you, which upset you to the max. Truth be told, you should’ve figured it out earlier but your mind was filled with sex, fun, and zero responsibilities.

So when you finally decide to go out three days later after your father fussed at you for being out so late, you went to your father’s barn yard that sat on the side of a little river with different fishes inside them. You sat on the hay petting the baby goat in your arms. Hange came in with a bucket of milk, stopping when they saw you with your cute baby yellow and pink dress on, they raised their eyebrow at your yellow bunny ears displayed on your head. They never saw anyone dress or look around like you, not too many chubby people that can dress in this town. Theyinstantly got excited, practically running over there to greet you.

They asked you questions about your choice of style in a town like this and while you answered they couldn’t help but to pay attention to the way your hello kitty necklace and star shaped diamond necklace fell between your high sat boobs. Levi noticed who you were right when he entered the barn disturbing your one sided conversation with the person named Hange. His voice was rough and he was straight forward especially when he asked “ Why dress like a common whore in a barn? Who allowed this?” You didn’t and couldn’t take offense because he was so close to you and eye level to your boobs. You found that funny but wouldn’t say.

Levi was not supposed to have this much interest in you but he did, specifically when he asked a question about why there was a pink bow on top of the alpaca’s ears and insulted you after when you said it looked “cutesy”. He wanted to pluck his ear off from how excited and stupid you sound and looked, but he didn’t. It’s clear you just did what you wanted. So, He decided that you’ll be “fixed” with a good lesson. He couldn’t care less if Hange decides to sit through this lesson. You need discipline and he was the right person to do it.

Your moans were muffled by Hange’s pussy covering your mouth as they sat on your face. Your moans from Levi rubbing his fat tip up and down the opening of your hungry, fat pussy, “ That’s right, shut her mouth all the way up, got tired of hearing her talk about a bunch of nonsense.” He purposely bumped his tip into your clit trying hard not to moan at the feeling of your wetness on his dick. Hange looked back with a laugh as they saw Levi bit his lip as he slid inside of your pussy, “ Looks like you’re enjoying yourself, Levi. Maybe you liked hearing her voice more than you thought you did, huh? Levi?”

Levi was about to say a smart remark when you suddenly latched onto his dick with a vicious grip causing him to let out a low whimper, red sprouted onto his face in shame and embarrassment. Luckily, Hange was too busy enjoying herself with your tongue inside of her, “ Ahh, yes { reader}! You’re doing so good for mommy.” Levi cursed at how tight you clamped on him from her little nickname— slapping your clit as a response, “ Your pussy feels so good, so don’t ruin the moment by breaking my dick with all that useless clenching.” Truth: Levi actually loved the way your pussy took him in. The grip was insane to him since he knew you took Erwin, Miche, and Nile before. They were bigger than him in length, not girth though. He only knows because of the orgies they hosted. They never fucked without condoms so why were you special? Hmm.

Levi bent down to bite your nipple as Hange gripped your coils rocking back and forth with a loud moan. They were both enjoying you and you were enjoying yourself a little too much. Almost breaking at how deep he was fucking you. Hange yanked your head back— your face was in their line of sight and you looked so pretty with their juices covering your cheeks and mouth. They let out a happy laugh, “ Levi you should see how slutty her face looks right now.” They paused and hovered over your chest a bit to let you breathe. “ Don’t need to see that when I have the prettiest thing on her body in front of me, her pussy is swallowing me up Hange so don’t talk because you’re gonna ruin my hard on.”

Hange gasped and was about to reply back to him with a sarcastic remark, stopping when they heard a loud moan and slaps increasing rapidly. “ Ha-Ann~, please keep fucking me like this mister Levi, make me yours. Ouhhh.” Levi let a small smirk display in his red and sweat drenched face in victory, “ Got you right where I want now, pretty girl…” he gripped your stretch mark stomach underneath his little, thick fingers, “ Now in order to keep hitting that spot you want, you have to vow you’re gonna be a good girl after this and stop decorating your father’s barn and barn animals with that pink girly shit.”

Your body was shaking and your words were slipping out of your mouth in stutters when you tried to respond, but his long strokes inside of your velvet walls was enough to make you lose basis of the statement he just said to you. Hange tapped your face with three taps, “ Hey, Hey, my little butterfly, don’t tap out now, are you gonna obey what Levi said.” The table bench underneath you all felt like it was about to collapse from the shaking you and Levi were creating, so you quickly answered levi in a loud, “ Yes, just— ahhnn fuck me harder, please sir.. pl-pleasee mommy!!” Levi threw his head back to get his hair out of eyes and locked eyes with Hange, whose neck was turned to him, nodding his head. I’m his mind, he wondered when Furlan and Isabel is coming to town because he knew they would fuck and love on you just as much as he and Hange are doing.

Once Hange moved their pussy back to your mouth, you were in heaven because they tasted so good. Your slurping was music to both of their ears, so Levi rewarded you by placing his head in between your pretty boobs, fucking you faster in the mating press position. His balls were slapping the opening of your other hole and his arms were tightly around your abdomen. He loved the feeling of your stomach and tit moving up and down against his body. You were remarkable. The table shook underneath you three and you were so glad that this was drilled into the ground outside in the back of the barn because if it wasn’t this would’ve been fell. Levi dick was hitting the right spot inside of you, which made your loud moans get Hange off. The strength of your tongue circling around their clit prior to moving inside of their wet pussy was amazing.

All while this was happening, you all didn’t notice a tall shadow in the woods behind the barn watching you all with a small smirk on his face. You were a dumb silly girl who was easy to manipulate and he was going to have much fun with you later on. His nephew may have had you first, but he’ll fuck you better because he need you to know that there is bigger and better out here for you. Plus, he hated your grandfather and now your father, so he was glad he found out that you were his daughter. Only time will tell.

✧˖° Kenny Ackerman + at the lake beach party in the woods

The younger crew that you previously met on the first night invited you out for a party at the private lake beach of Napeville. You have never been to one of these types of swimming parties, mainly because you wouldn’t dare touch the water because of how dirty it is and because you have never been in the woods like this. You blamed your parents for this because now you have to go through the woods just to get to a party Reiner was co-throwing with Connie.

At first, your parents didn’t want you to go since you were on duty-calls for sneaking off to fuck Levi and Hange, they obviously didn’t know that was the reason. Reiner convinced them and said he was going to “ look out for you and help you finish your duties tomorrow. You didn’t know why your parents suddenly trusted Reiner, but they let you go before telling you to watch out for a man named “ Kenny the ripper”. You paid no mind as you walked to your room.

One thing you looked forward to was looking cute at the party. You had the perfect skirts and bikini to wear. Your bikini was a size smaller than your actual size and you and everyone loved it. You would think you would be shy with a body like yours, but you weren’t because you and the others thought you were the sexiest person at the party especially with your little back rolls and tummy out.

Your swimsuit did you justice and Kenny thought the same when he lurked around watching you holding the red cup in your hands, never once stepping near the water. He needed to get close and he didn’t have a way right now, so imagine his surprise when you made it easier for him to fuck you while walking through the woods to get to your car for an extra towel for Mikasa.

On the way back to Mikasa, you ran into the chest of Kenny Ackerman, a man your parents told you to stay away from just recently too. You couldn’t be stupid enough to insult the older man with a smart remark of how old he is and how you heard that old people have bad eyesight right? You couldn’t be stupid enough to smile when he gave you a backwards compliment on how the pretty gingham wedges you were walking in the woods with is a stupid and cute choice for you, right? You also couldn’t be stupid enough to let him hold you by the neck against a thick tree, only to react with a bite of your plump lip, right? Well you were indeed stupid enough to do all of those things in the act of also getting off to how strong the older man was, wanting a piece of him in the end.

Reasons why you were tied at the hands with your bikini bra and Kenny bottoming inside of you against a tree. Your bouncing tits littered with dark stretch marks hurt as they bounced back and forth against the tree and your moans were muffled by your bikini bottoms, so you were completely naked with only his cowboy hat on your head. Kenny let out a low maniacal laugh at the desperation your eyes plead as they looked back at you, “ My my my, sweet pea, such a dumb little thing aren’t cha’? Didn’t the little shit teach you not to do anymore dumb shit anymore or was it girly shit? Hell if I know, I just know I’m gonna fuck you like the fuckdoll you are.” He tried not to let out a loud moan as he watched your ass bounce back on his big cock, he was bigger than Levi and Erwin put together, you hated it because it didn’t necessarily fit in all the way— your pussy was only taking him just above his pelvis.

“ Gonna tell your old man that his daughter is a town’s whore and shouldn’t be allowed to be here. Maybe then that poor excuse of a father will grant me half of his farm land once I send the pictures to his phone, eh?… Shit, keep squeezing me like that, sweet pea, and I’m gonna breed this fat little cunt— fill it to the brim and send you home with the next Ackerman generation inside of you.”, Kenny says with a powerful thrust inside of your pussy. The slapping sounds and your muffled pleas were echoed throughout the little area in the woods. Your pussy was something else to him. She warmed his dick up mighty good and he couldn’t help but to admire you. You were definitely a beauty so maybe he shall stick to his original plan.

“Mmgh- mmmm- pldhpse.”, you felt like your eyes were stuck in the back of your head from how hard he was pounding you from behind and against a tree at that. Trees were yucky and splintery to you, in the back of your mind you hoped that the wood wouldn't magically appear in your stomach and tits. He bit your ear when he dropped his pants to the ground, instantly groping one of your tits with his right hand and playing with your pussy with his left hand. “ Come on, my pretty pea, set up a little get together with myself and the old fuck of a father, a great fuck greater than the one you have right now is guaranteed as the prize.”

Kenny slowed down his pace before stopping and pulling out of you with his cock touching the back of your thighs. He took the bikini piece balled up in your mouth out to let you breathe and talk properly. You didn’t get what he was asking and thought he was an old friend that your family knew, “ yes— please, please, please, I’ll get you that meeting, fuck me Mr., I need— I need your dick inside me. No mercy on my pretty little cunt.” Kenny stared at you wide eyed when you turned around to lock eyes with him. Holy Shit! You were such a needy little whore. He was going to have fun with you. He met a couple of women that were needy for his cock, but not like this.

The next thing you know, your feet was dangling in the air—on the side of his naked waist during the time of his arms underneath your thighs, holding you up as he fucked into you like a mad dog in heat. You were surprised that he could pick you without cracking any bones or hurting his back or arms. He did hunt animals and people, but you didn’t need to worry your pretty head about that. But his cock felt like it was punching your stomach in and out, “ ha-nnn~ s’good, it’s sooo good. Gonna cum all over your meaty cock. Fuck!” Your moans were filling his ears and he loved every word that came out of your mouth, so he sped up his pace, your heels long gone and his pants dropped to his ankles so now you both were fucking like the vampires in the woods on true blood. So deep into each other that you couldn’t think or hear, otherwise you would’ve heard your name being called by Mikasa and Eren.

“ Shh, what’s that I hear, little pea? I hear your friends getting closer, but you don’t seem to care, do you? You stupid little girl, you don’t care that your friends will see you fucking the one man they were told to watch out for? Ah, I got it, your- fucking hell you’re clamping down on me like you never want me to pull out. Such a bad girl you are, huh? Yeah, s’fucking naughty!”, Kenny’s words were getting to you more than the close shouts from Mikasa and Eren. You couldn’t even figure out which direction they were coming from because now Kenny was dipping and moving his hips in a rhythm you couldn’t even decipher in music class if you cared for it. Fuck, he was what you needed. Kenny's big hands gripped your ass in his hands, mounding them as he pounded inside of your soaking pussy that was ready to squirt all over his cock. He loved the way you held onto him tightly in fear of him dropping you. You were a piece of work that was sure. Considering how hard and fast he’s going, this would be your first time squirting and it’s sad that it was by the one person you were told to stay away from. When he introduced himself to you after making you squirt and cream onto his cock, all at the same time, You knew you practically signed over your father’s life and land of crops for big mean Kenny Ackerman. You were so fucked, yet you didn’t even noticed or care because you were too fucked out to know that he was the man to fear.

✧˖° Reiner, Porco, and Pieck + Reiner’s room in his ranch

Reiner couldn’t sleep unless he gets a chance with you, but why hadn’t you even looked his way. It's been weeks since his lake-beach party and he couldn’t get you out his head, hell he couldn’t even get the strawberry or other candy/fruit scent out of his mind as well. He knew of the others fucking you and still wanted you, so when you suddenly stood laughing next to Pieck with a big, blue lollipop in your mouth, he couldn’t help himself to fantasize that that blue sucker was his cock instead. He couldn’t help but to look over at Pieck and now Porco eyeing you sucking on the sucker with pure fondness in their postures and eyes. He had a plan.

Luckily for him, Pieck was one step ahead of him when she asked you to go to lunch with them. As she wrapped her arms around your shoulders, she brought her fingers to your shirt that said the words “ Dumb Bimbo in Charge” with rhinestone letters. Reiner and Porco knew what she was doing by making you explain what your shirt meant just for them to not pay attention to shit you were saying. Hell, you didn’t even know what it means because you were too dumb to get it, you just thought it was cute. Too focus on how excitedly your boobs bounced as you tried to explain what your shirt meant to you.

Only when you asked the question “ Do you wanna know what Blue lemonade tastes like?” They paid attention and Porco was surprised to see your eyes on him and Reiner, especially Reiner. Gulping and nodding to your question cause you to suddenly dip your blue sucker in your lemonade— putting it back in your mouth sucking harshly. Eventually pulling it out of your mouth whilst bringing Reiner’s face close to yours kissing him. Pock and Pieck were jealous and from that moment on you all decided to visit Reiner parents ranch they left to him.

Your body felt pleasure from all over as you lay under Pieck in a 69 position, taking Porco’s cock inside of her hot pussy during the time of you taking Reiner’s cock inside of your pussy. His moans were so whiny as he moved in and out of your drenched pussy with a thumb inside of your puckering hole, “ She’s so- ahhunn- she’s so eager to take me in, Porco.” You indeed were eager to take him in as the wet sounds of yours and Pieck’s pussy rippled in the room you all were in. Porco grunted as Pieck squeezed against his cock, “ Shit Pieck, Reiner shut the hell up, m’tryna get off here and all I hear is your whiny- annoying ass voice.” Reiner didn’t respond to Porco’s comment due to feeling your pussy convulse around his dick.

You, on the other hand, was in love with the way Reiner cock took up so much space inside of your pussy, filling you just right. Tears were brought to your eyes as you started feeling Reiner’s balls slapping against your hole from how deep he was inside of you, “ Mm’guh, s’deep, I can’t breathe, mmmm.” Reiner smirked as Porco eyes widened at how lewd you were talking about Reiner’s dick beating your pussy in. He couldn’t let Reiner win this, so he stuck two fingers in your mouth since your face was facing him as he dug deep into a moaning Pieck, “ Suck, bitch. After you’re done, suck my girl’s clit as I fuck her. That’s what you’re good for right, Ymir told us all about how skilled your pussy eating is.” You coughed and drooled on his thick fingers as they hit the pack of your throat.

Reiner hissed shapely at your clenching on his cock, landing a harsh smack on your thighs with his right hand, “ Seems your pussy took a liking to my cock, doll face. Wonder if she could take the shape of my cock even better than she is right now? Shit~ yeah, yeah, just like that. So fucking tight. Oh~” Pieck was so out of touch with this world that she jumped when she felt a hand slap her clit from below, she then proceeds to stroke a finger over your slit— taking in how sticky her hands are becoming. her moans only grew louder when she felt a calming suck on her clit from you, “ Pieck’s dripping— mmmgh! dripping so much Porco. She’s doing so good for us.”

Porco eyes rolled to the back of his head as you licked from Piecks pussy to the part of his cock that wasn’t inside of Pieck. Reiner didn’t take kindly to you lifting yourself up to do that. In response, he slammed inside of you, gripping your love handles harshly as he pounded inside of your pussy, “ Stop trying to run, doll face, can’t have you slipping from me to please that fucker.” It was like a different man came out as he pounded into your now bruised pussy. You couldn’t keep up with the licking of Pieck’s cunt because of the power thrust Reiner was doing to your body. “ yes, yes, yeshhh!” Your moans were shut off by Porco snatching your hair up to Pieck’s saturated pussy taking in his cock with a grip you could visibly see.

Reiner and Porco’s chest were glistening with cold sweat as they fucked you and Pieck with meaning. You were on the verge of cumming and wanted to try to hold it, but Pieck latched her luscious lips on your clit, sucking and curling her tongue around you eagerly. Your screams were muffled as it vibrated Pieck’s pussy causing her to squirt on your face and Porco’s cock. Porco couldn’t believe he was living his dream right now, “ Fuck~ I guess you are worthy little something huh, so fucking sexy.” He rubbed your head during the time of you swirling your tongue on Pieck’s slightly tan pussy. Soon after, Porco gripped Pieck’s hips as he slowly overstimulated her pussy like Reiner was doing your creaming pussy, “ doing so good for me, Pieck. A fucking good girl, now make her squirt f’me, P’.”

Pieck begins to licking more rapidly with her moans vibrating your clit. Reiners pounding only added to your pleasure and soon you were soaking and creaming around his cock and on Pieck’s face. Her eyes closed as you squirted on it, taking in the taste of your juices as well. Reiner’s hand gripped harshly on the headboard of the bed you all were on and with a loud yell of your name he came inside of you with no hesitation. You were so glad that you went to the clinic for a check up and got on birth control, otherwise you would’ve been done for. Kids were not on your list but it was on Reiner’s list as he came inside of you seeing nothing except for hazy imaginary snowflakes as he looked at the ceiling. His chest on Pieck’s head as he breathed into her hair, only jumping up from how shook your body was and Porco’s scream as he came into Pieck’s pussy.

Pieck’s moans were so fucking cute to you. You would love to do this again with the three of them, only next time you wanted Porco for yourself. Reiner was perfect, yet you still wanted more. More was in Porco especially with the way he locked eyes with you when you looked up at him through low eyes. His chest raised up and down with the eyes of a person who wanted whatever was in front of them like a kid seeing their favorite plushy and wanting it. Reiner bent down to kissed your thigh whispering a raspy “ thank you” and you squeezed around his limp cock still inside of you. Nothing but a grunt was heard when you did that. He hoped what he heard from your dad wasn’t true. He didn’t want you to leave to go stay with a relative in the city, just to go to college. It’s a college here, a small one, but he hopes it’ll do. It’s also 30 miles away so why couldn’t you stay? Stay.

✧˖° Keith Shadis and Eren Kruger + Theo Magath + at a dinner party inside of your parents house

Your father and mother told you that they were having a dinner party with the residents of this town, mostly the higher ups and they told you to dress appropriately. They were wary of your definition of appropriate so they had to specify it two times for you to get it. And when you asked if you have to attend, the look on your mothers face told you your answer. You are their daughter and you’re gonna have to take over after your parents die. Generational farming was not for you. You’re definitely gonna be the one to end that curse.

The list of people that showed up was huge, luckily your house was huge enough for them. Everyone you had sex with was here probably, not that you care. They just better keep it quiet. The noise downstairs was filled with nothing but plates and untensils clattering with loud laughs and talks. You heard a portion of the older man you fucked until the topic of Kenny Ackerman came up.

You wanted to eavesdrop so bad, but thought otherwise because you wanted to finger yourself to the last encounter with the said man. With your head against your fluffy pink silk pillow and hands locked in the handcuffs you brought, you fingered yourself to the memories inside of your head of every person you fucked. You couldn’t help yourself and couldn’t stop fingering yourself as the noise drowned out. You didn’t even stop fingering yourself when Eren Kruger walked into your room, mislaying your room for the bathroom.

Kruger eyes were wide when he walked in on you knuckle deep inside of your pussy moaning multiple men names, some of them was friends of his like Erwin, Levi, Ackerman, Zeke, Hange, etc. he made the conclusion that you were the little fox his colleagues were spending weeks talking about like they were in love with you. God. You looked so pretty with your mouth formed in a little O as you struggled to get off due to your pink handcuffs on your wrist. He closed the door not so quietly causing you to gasp out at the sudden noise. Your eyes widened when you saw who it was. The man who came here three weeks ago to talk with your dad; he was with two other men though.

His grey eyes peeled into you before he spoke to you in a deep gruff voice, “ So you’re the infamous, { reader}. Such a beauty you are…” he stood there, eyeing you slowly closing your legs with your fingers now placed on your pretty stomach, over the fabric of your pretty white dress. Your thighs were what he wanted to be suffocated in and that’s exactly why he came closer to you. You tried to move back to sit up, but he shook his head and immediately you stopped moving like you were in a trance, “ Can I help you out, princess? Want to make you feel good and much better. Allow me to make you feel good, princess.”

You stared at him getting on his knees in his black trousers. You were eyeing the door, slithering your eyes back to him with a meek nod of your head. You were never shy but he had the aura to make you do so. Kruger didn’t waste any time pulling off your panties underneath your dress you were supposed to make your way down the stairs with, “ so pretty.” His deep voice caused you to clench at air and he chuckled with his head still under your dress. He licked a strip of your fat pussy, your body shuddering in response followed by a little whine, “ fuck, please continue.” Kruger obeyed you and took long and slow licks up and down your pussy. Older men and women have proven to be better at everything because you’ve never gripped the sheets just from three licks of your pussy.

Kruger enjoyed the taste of your pussy, wanting to suck that pretty, puffy clit. He sucked your clit with meaning causing you to raise up a little to bunch your dress up over your plump tummy revealing his pretty eyes already on you. His facial structure made him highly attractive outstandingly when he moved his tongue in a slow circle around your clit. You two were lost in each other’s eyes that when the door opened and closed you couldn’t hear it. Your head tilted back at how good he was eating your pussy, “ Just like that, mmm, Mr. Kruger I want more.” Girls in their 20s wasn’t his type because they’re so whiny and much younger than him, yet he couldn’t help groaning into your pussy at your whines.

A hand suddenly grabbed your chin, squeezing your cheeks together. Your eyes widened in high alert when you saw the sunken eyes of a man you were afraid of ever since he came here giving you a mean stare: Keith shadis was a man you genuinely feared and respected enough to want. Kruger hummed against your Pussy prior to speaking once he detached from you with a string of saliva and juice following, “ See you made it, shadis. Didn’t expect you to come in and join, consider me impressed.” Keith's eyes hardened at Kruger, turning to you before he captured your lips with a bruising, hard kiss. Your hips bucked into the air from the hot, steaming kiss you shared with the tall 6’6 man, they were both so tall and big. Keith broke from the kiss with a little peck on your chin and lips, “ Couldn’t let you have all the fun, haven’t had this much fun since 95’. Wouldn’t miss it, although her mouth looks a little bored, a little conniving whore like her needs a cock in her mouth to satisfy her. Who knows? She might even have an oral fixation and if she doesn’t, I’ll create it for her to have.”

Keith pushed you back on the bed, taking his shoes off to climb onto the bed with his knees on the side of your head— messing up your hair a little bit. He unbuckled his pants and his dick popped out slapping you on the forehead, he was uncircumcised yet still had a huge cock you wanted down your throat. You grabbed his cock at the same time Kruger pushed his tongue inside of your pussy, “ Augh-mmmph.” As soon as you opened your mouth, Keith shoved his cock down your throat, fucking your throat fast with a vicious grip on your hairstyle you got. It hurts so good. Theo opened the door and slide inside to watch with a cigar hanging out his mouth. His eyes was focused on how well you took Keith’s dick inside of your mouth. He looked down at his trousers and shifted. Keith and Kruger knew he was there but you didn’t. How could you when Keith’s groans and Kruger’s slurping was heard along with your muffled moans from the dick sucking you were happily doing.

Keith was in heaven once your tongue slid I’ve this veins and Kruger was in heaven when your pussy drowned his face in your juices. Theo Magath was just a bystander and man did he want to join— he’ll wait out his turn. While you were about to get fucked out by three older men, your family was downstairs with the men and women you already gave yourself to. Such a slut and your parents had no idea what you’ve been doing and what you’re doing right now. You heard them calling you downstairs, though you were too busy being used by all three men upstairs in your recent decorative room. After all, you are the Farmer’s daughter that turned into the town’s Slut. Therefore, you are now the Town’s Slut and you’re not going anywhere else any time soon.

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𝒯RAILER PARK DARLING!

( SIMON RILEY ) &&. ( virgin!reader ) 🧁🎠

♥︎ summary . simon teaches his neighbour's innocent daughter how to smoke.

♥︎ tags . 5.1k wc! nsfw mdni , retired/veteran simon riley , DRUG USE ( marijuana ) , unspecified legal but big age gap , virginity loss , piv sex , fingering , creampie , DUBCON bcz she's stoned but this is fiction and as the author ive decided it's fully consensual , reader is short but u can imagine the height difference is only bcz simon is canonically over 6ft :)

a/n : my first fic ♡ enjoy.

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The diffused glow of the overhead saucer light swathed the sepia-toned living room in haze. Striped wallpaper rose along the walls of Simon's caravan, a 1970s double-wide he'd settled into in Hampshire after retiring. Retirement was doing nothing and doing it well. He had waited in Manchester less than a week before leaving.

From outside, the faint thump of music traveled through the soil, multicolored flashes from the string lights dappling through the blinds—until he rose from his seat and pulled the cord, the armchair dipping slightly where he'd been sitting. The slats clicked into a neat line, leaving just faint neon hues peeking through persistently, but it was better than nothing.

Just as Simon began sauntering back to his seat, beer bottle in hand with the front of his flannel undone, the light patter of footsteps beyond the door captured his attention—followed by a timid knock. Then another, braver this time, as if whoever was outside thought Simon hadn’t heard. A troublemaker from the party, he thought. He steeled himself, muscles coiling in his forearm as he dropped the Heineken onto the table with a solid thump and marched to the door. An empty doorway nearly caught him off stride as he threw it open, then his eyes lowered to meet the top of your head. “What the hell is it?” 

You blew out a breath past your Cherry ChapStick lips at the man's non-greeting, wringing your fingers together with an apologetic smile as he peered down at you. 

“Sorry, Simon, you sleeping?” you tried innocuously, hunching your shoulders up sheepishly. The faint sweetness of strawberry bubblegum cut through the sour tang lingering on you, though he didn’t know you to be much of a drinker. 

He shook his head. Evidently, he wasn't sleeping. 

“No, whaddaya want?” he reiterated gruffly, fingers curled around the top of the door as he leaned out. 

“Can you help me with something?”

Before Simon could argue, you dug into your handbag, fingers rattling through girly thingamabobs he couldn't make sense of. He wasn't nearly youthful enough to understand the sort of things that danced around in your handbag and your head alike. His eyes caught on your polkadot halter top and the ruffles of your tiered denim skirt—absentmindedly, lazily, for the most part—lace trim matching your knee-high socks. Simon's gaze snapped up to the small ziplock bag you held out in front of him. He folded his arms with an incredulous shake of his head, eyes fixed on the green buds inside. 

“And you need my help, why?” Simon drawled, tilting his head. He pinched your wrist bone in his long fingers, turning your hand around to examine the baggie. “How'd you even get your hands on this?” 

“Well, what the heck am I supposed to do with it?” You stamped your heel, then added, “Someone at the party gave me.”

Now, it wasn't every day you were so antsy—always said 'please' and 'thank you', you did—and Simon easily attributed the urgency with the illicit materials you absolutely weren't allowed to carry around, in your hand. With that in mind, he decided to allow you into the caravan in a rare act of mercy. “Figures. Better keep you here before you wander off and make a show of yourself,” Simon grumbled as he stepped aside, gesturing you inside sharply with his chin. 

He turned his head to watch you scuttle into his living room, kitten heels clicking on the linoleum floors, the baby pink lace of your bra peeking out the back of your halter top. “Your daddyʼll have my head,” he muttered under his breath exasperatedly, closing the door shut behind you in defeat.

And there you were, no less exuberant in the dingy overhead lighting—making your way into his orbit as you always did. Simon typically didn’t pay you any mind, hardly exchanging a word with you even as you sunbathed or set up your lawn chair too close to his patio when you were reading. You were too young to consider—and he never did consider you, despite your demure but trying efforts. He had no vices there. At best, you were a stray dog at his heel. Still, the idea of you wandering half-witless and in the wrong hands needled at him. Though Simon knew your father would be less than forgiving if he caught wind of things, Simon figured keeping you under watch the first time you got stoned was the lesser of two evils.

He turned to watch you settle onto the L-shaped couch, belly-down on the chaise, feet kicking. Normally he might lecture, but today he went on rolling the joint in silence. His flannel was off, now leaving him in a white tee and denim jeans. You blew strawberry-flavored bubbles, chattering away, ignoring his hands despite his attempts to demonstrate.

“Remind me who gave this to you?” he spoke up eventually, ears burning at your babbling.

“One of the older boys.”

“Okay. You drunk?”

“Nope!” you said triumphantly, gum wedged between your teeth.

“Good,” he grunted, bringing the joint to his lips between scarred fingers. Orange light suffused his angular features as he thumbed his lighter and lit the joint. You sat up with a start, scooting closer, quite literally at the edge of your seat—only for Simon to pull the joint back like a bone for a dog, tutting. You opened your mouth to protest before Simon held out his open palm, giving you a pointed look as you chewed your gum. You froze, the bubblegum lodged between your teeth, eyes flicking between the joint and his hand. Oh. He raised an eyebrow, flat and unamused.

“Go on,” he muttered, fingers beckoning, a trace of warning in his low voice.

You hesitated, chewing thoughtfully, almost as if testing him. Finally, you tilted your head and gingerly dropped the bubblegum into his palm. Simon watched the pink glob land with a slow, measured blink, lips twitching just slightly, before returning his gaze to the joint. Simon turned away to dispose your bubblegum in a tissue, the heat in your cheeks growing while your eyes trailed after him. He returned with the joint, and you settled closer to him, wide-eyed and attentive. “Watch this,” he murmured, before he took a puff, eyes never straying from you. His Adam's apple jutted out as he tilted his head back, exhaling a plume of acrid smoke before passing you the joint. A nervous flutter rose in your belly. “Not too much. Your first time,” he reminded, coaxing softly.

The end felt warmer than expected as it touched your lips, your wide-eyed gaze darting up to find Simon's. His indifference was surprisingly grounding, a reminder that there was no reason to worry. You sucked slowly, pink gloss staining the mouthpiece. The smoke filled your mouth slowly, before your airways promptly rejected it. You hacked, trying to stifle the unladylike cough, eyes burning and your cheeks pinkening. He leaned back in the couch, his eyes scanning your face as you struggled to catch your breath.

Simon exhaled through his nose amusedly. “Easy, luv. Too much too soon.”

He took the joint back from you, taking a deep hit himself before offering it back to you. It seemed he didn’t mind the residual stickiness of your lipgloss combo. “Try again. Easier this time.”

“I didn’t take too much!” you said, plucking the joint with a wrinkle of your nose. “It tastes… not-nice,” you remarked while eyeing the burning joint—almost like a wine-taster—before returning it to your lips.

“Easy,” he murmured, his voice still rough, but softer. “Some people don’t like the taste. But you learn to like it. You'll learn to like lots of things that you don’t understand now.” His arm draped along the back of the couch, body heat framing you as you drew carefully on the joint, rosebud mouth closing around the end. You wore powder blush on the apples of your cherubic cheeks, but your face was only getting redder. The smoke felt like cotton in your mouth, and tasted faintly burnt, almost resinous, somehow. But maybe you were imagining things.

He watched as you fidgeted slightly, clearly starting to fall under the spell of the sativa, slowly but surely. His gaze lingered on your legs, the eyelet hem of your skirt resting on your thighs. He tried to quell the growing heat in his stomach, shifting his weight.

Simon cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of control.

“How do you feel?” he asked gruffly.

“Um, okay,” you answered with an unsure lilt in your voice, furling your brows together skeptically. Simon made a noise of amusement at your attempt to articulate your feelings—his version of a chuckle—the high-pitch of your voice itching some part of him. Most days, you'd be in over your head at the opportunity to speak to Simon at length, alone. But it was becoming a task to focus, with the haze of smoke floating around you. Something warm ebbed through you, but you weren't completely off your rockers—yet. That was a relief.

Simon took a closer look at you, almost curious, your eyes unwittingly searching his back as he removed the joint from your mouth and took a puff. He could tell you were still fairly coherent. His broad shoulders crowded your field of vision. He breathed the smoke out in the other direction, the corner of his mouth turning up. “Just okay?” he echoed, his tone slightly teasing. “You feeling a little woozy?”

“Yeah, a little woozy,” you admitted bashfully, soft laughter overtaking you as you slumped back and covered your face with your hands, although you weren't sure what was so funny. Even the feeling of his denim jeans grazing your knee tickled slightly, your fingers absentmindedly tugging on your skirt. Simon forced his eyes away from your lap with a breath and grabbed his forgotten bottle of Heineken off the coffee table, humming noncommittally in response—piecing back that usual mask of indifference.

“You sure you're not too high?” Simon spoke behind the beer bottle, keeping his gaze down the neck of the bottle. He wouldn't look at you, he swore to himself—even as you propped your feet up on the coffee table and put your legs back in his line of sight, ankles crossed. You fiddled your feet, legs and feet encased in knee-highs and pink kitten heels like a present.

“I'm okay.” Your nerves were a little frayed, but you didn't say that part out loud, waving off his worries with a slurred giggle. A cloud of smoke floated above your heads, the LED light filtering through like sunlight through treetops. “You know... you don't usually talk to me this much,” you pointed out in a skeptical tone, squinting at the older man with a bemused bite of your lip. Sure, it wasn't much by normal standards, but you thought Simon asking questions first was a big step for him. You may as well have rendered him mute just as quickly, though, chewing on your lip like a pin-up girl. You were killing him, really. It seemed that the harder the man tried not to look, you immediately drew the spotlight to yourself.

He forced himself to speak. “I know,” he grunted. For a moment, he almost felt guilty—whether for ignoring you in the past, or for noticing you too much now.

“Why not?” Your voice was a soft, thoughtful hum. Guileless.

Simon sat back, hauling his weight onto the cushions. His gaze flicked over your form in consideration. “Dunno,” he grumbled. “You're just a kid. What's there to talk about?” He took another drag, the smoke winding around the two of you like a safety net.

“I'm [insert age],” is all you said.

Simon's brows furrowed slightly at the mention of your age. Legally an adult. But you still felt like a kid to him.

“Still a kid,” he murmured through an exhalation of smoke, his voice rough but not unkind.

His thigh was pressed firmly against the side of yours now, and he couldn't help but notice the warmth seeping through his jeans. He shifted again on the couch, trying to ignore the stirring in his pants. You blinked a few times as if trying to tune in on the conversation—and not how his knee touched yours, or the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

“But I'm old enough to get stoned with?”

Your feeble attempt to outsmart him roused a wry huff of laughter from him. “Yeah, luv, you're old enough to get a little high,” he replied with a sidelong glance, quirking a brow at your half-baked reasoning. A small smirk played at the corners of his lips in spite of himself. His thigh pressed a little more firmly against you as he took a good look at you, then looked away.

“You're not old enough for what some people would want, though.” He held out the joint, offering you another hit.

You took the half-burnt joint between your manicured fingers, puffing on it briefly. “What does that mean?” The soft giggle leaving your lips in surprise sent a shiver down his back, the sound catching in your throat, equal parts shy and incredulous. Removing the joint from your lips, you tilted your head back on the cushions, taking a moment to gather your bracings. The smoke wafted up from your mouth, a heavy feeling weighing down your limbs.

“You know exactly what it means,” Simon murmured, his tone low and raspy. You picked your head up to listen to him speak, watching him reach out slowly—or maybe that was just your brain, working in slow motion. His knuckles skimmed the top of your thigh, the bare skin of your leg just under his fingers. The discordance between his words and his actions only fuelled the heady feeling swirling around in your mind, your breath picking up pace as his palm rested on you.

“And you really think I'm not old enough?” you mumbled indignantly, shifting in your seat. His hand was starting to move up.

The effects of the weed had clearly taken hold, making you more pliable. Just enough to take the edge off.

Simon's fingers continued their path up your thigh, reaching the edge of your denim skirt and lingering there. “Not old enough,” he repeated raspily, his hand sliding under the hem of your skirt and moving further inward. There was that confusing thing again—his words, at odds with his doings. His movements were steady but determined, feeling the goosebumps on your skin as he went.

His other hand reached out and took the joint from your fingers, your eyes trailing after it longingly as he stubbed it out in the ashtray on the coffee table. Your mind was here and there, briefly chasing after the warmth of the joint, but then it snapped back to him with a squeeze of your thighs around his fingers. He almost groaned.

“Are you gonna do that stuff anyway?” you asked quietly.

His movements halted at your question. Those words struck a chord with him, you could tell, and you almost regretted asking when you noticed his hesitance. Those world-weary eyes didn't meet yours, looking at the place where his hand disappeared under your skirt. The pads of his fingers moved along the front of your underwear slowly and that was an answer in and of itself. He felt the thin fabric of your panties sticking to your folds, your slick arousal glueing the fabric to your flesh as his fingers started to move back and forth. Hesitation took the backseat as his teasing ministrations drew a warm sensation between your legs, your small sounds like music.

When your sativa-addled head grew heavy and fell back on the cushions again, Simon's free hand pulled your face up-close to his. His fingers squeezed your flushed face in a pout, dwarfing your head in its entirety with his large hand. He brushed his lips against your bottom lip—featherlight, waiting—his breath fanning against your skin before you met him halfway.

Even now with his hand between your legs, he found you achingly cute, with small, clumsy touches of your soft lips trying to press close to him. Like a butterfly's wings. His tongue slid over yours, and you tried to return the gesture like it was something nice worth sharing.

“Oh gosh,” you gasped quietly into his mouth when he peeled the gusset of your panties to the side, lifting off your seat slightly. Cool air hit your soaked folds, baring and revealing. More exposed than you'd ever been in front of a man before. His digits slipped between your wet slit before your hazy mind could drift again, teasing your sopping entrance then sliding up to your clit—they flattened against the hood, massaging lazy circles. “Have you ever stuck anything up there before, baby?” he asked in a low murmur, lowering his gaze between your legs and bringing his fingertip to your tight entrance, probing curiously.

“W-what? No...” you admitted, cheeks flaming as your hips shifted against his hand. A ghost of a smile touched the corners of his eyes at your movement.

“Not even your fingers?” Simon asked quietly, the curiosity in his voice almost demeaning—as if you were some rare specimen, something to be poked and observed.

You shook your head with a whimper, cheeks slightly puffed out in embarrassment. His finger eased inside your cunt a notch—a centimeter or more. Your walls fluttered around the intrusion, a trickle of moisture dripping onto your skirt.

“No? You play with yourself here, then?” His words were punctuated with his thumb circling your clit, sliding his other finger inside you in one smooth motion. You huffed as his finger started to move inside of you, thumbing your sensitive clit at the same time to ease the discomfort of being stretched. Your soft sighs met his ears incoherently, all mindless squirming and whining. “I asked you a question, baby,” his voice tethered you back to earth, gently nudging your chin to face him.

“Sometimes...” Your answer was a quiet whisper, embarrassment burning your cheeks as you held the hem of your skirt down. It came as no surprise, you were in an experimental stage of life.

“Dirty girl.” He nosed against the side of your face with a soft chuckle at your admission, clearly getting off to having you bared before him in more than one way. He liked hearing your dirty little secret, to imagine you with your delicate hand lost in your panties, trying to chase the kind of pleasure only a real man like him could give you.

His finger curled against that spongy part inside you, hooking in-and-out of you at a deliberate pace that made something hot coil inside your abdomen. You burrowed your head against his shoulder as a second finger thrust inside you, the tension in your belly fast-growing. His meaty fingers disappeared inside you with lewd squelches, the muscles in his heavily tattooed forearm flexing with each fast flick of his wrist. He groaned against your hair, moving on top of you to look directly at you. Simon's free hand rested on your sternum to keep you still as you arched against the cushions, your pulse erratic beneath his palm. Your stomach clenched, chest rising and falling quickly beneath your halter top.

“I feel weird—” you stammered, your skirt bunched up against your belly as you rolled your hips forward. “Feels good,” you then corrected, gasping out your words and clutching onto him tightly. Simon's hooded gaze pinned you down, taking in your dewy skin and expression, your cunt walls pulsing like a cat preening at attention.

Perspiration broke out over your neck as your core muscles tensed suddenly, the pressure building up before suddenly going lax, like you couldn't hold back what was rippling out of you even if you tried. “Oh, please, please-please.” Your knees fell open and you sobbed in pleasure, his gravelly voice reverberating against your ear with encouragement.

“Just like that, baby. Give it to me, give it to me.”

“Fucking soaking my fingers, aintcha? Yeah, you're a messy girl.”

You spilt your release over his hand with staccato whines, soaking him down to his knuckles. The heel of his palm ground against you with each thrust of his fingers, making you wince with overstimulation, the dopamine and sativa running through your system making you see stars. He slipped his soaked fingers out of you with a low coo, bringing his hand to pet your swollen clit a few times as your orgasm pulsed through you. You closed your eyes shut as he sealed his mouth over yours, groaning like it was him who just came.

Your eyes fluttered open to the metallic sound of his belt coming undone, darting down to look at him one-handedly unbuckle the belt above the tent in his pants. You'd been speechless for the past few seconds already, squeaking girlishly when two hands grabbed your hips and tugged you down the chaise of the sofa. Simon leaned back on his heels, unceremoniously unbuttoning his denims and tucking his dick over the stretchy waistband of his boxer briefs.

Pre-cum pooled over the slit on his tip, throbbing veins cording his girth. A hoarse laugh spilled past his lips at your innocent, rosy-cheeked gawking, fingers wrapping around himself and pumping lazily. “You ever seen one of these before, baby?” he asked, cupping your face with his other hand.

You shook your head, bashfully mumbling 'no'. “Nuh-uh.” His fist started to move faster around his straining cock at your innocent response, hissing through his teeth. God help him.

He liked your bow-accented panties, but this time, he ripped them down your legs and tossed them onto the carpet along with your heels, making you squirm. Simon grasped your knee and threw it around his hip, a gasp ripping from your lips as he splayed you open under him.

The scene before him wasn't one he'd soon forget. Halter top, short skirt, glistening cunt. Your glassy eyes made you look even more youthful, in a way, lipgloss smudged on your chin in a matching shade to the glow in your cheeks.

The denim skirt bundled around the top of your hips, his fingers absentmindedly stroking your knee socks while he settled between your legs. He bunched the hem of your skirt in his hand and used it as leverage to pull your hips down the sofa, the head of his cock aligned with your entrance. Your stomach flipped with realization. Your fingers scrambled to hold onto him for support, digging glossy pink nails into his tattooed arms while the older veteran groaned at the friction of your slippery folds, rubbing his length back and forth over your slit.

“Gunna put it in now, right, darlin'?” he murmured, his voice raw and intimate, running his hands up and down from your knees to the insides of your thighs.

“Yes,” you breathed, nodded your head with a hard swallow, before adding quietly, “I'm ready.”

Your doe-like eyes were wide and pleading, and it was all he could do not to bury himself in your heat and brutishly take your virginity in one go. His breath shuddered, big hands wrapping around your waist as he pushed himself inside your welcoming heat. You were still throbbing from your recent climax, your cunt practically sucking in the tip despite your initial nervousness. Your chest caved in with a deep, shuddery moan, rolling your head back—Simon was all girth, splitting your walls open around him. His fingers dug into your hips and your ass, a grounding force when stars sparked in your vision.

“Christ, baby.” He grunted, rolling his hips forward. “So fucking wet for me.” But you knew a couple inches wasn't enough for him, his brows furled together with restraint. His fingers found your clit, two fingers massaging side-to-side as he eased his length inside you. At first, he paused, feeling the resistance of your virgin cunt, before that tightness gave away to warmth. The stretch was brief, barely a sting—much unlike the scary expectations you had for sex—aided by both the comforting weed in your system and just how wet and pliable you were for Simon. Both of you gasped as he bottomed out inside of you, the head of his cock seated deep inside your cunt. Sobbing his name, your thighs hugged his waist tight, toes curling all the way.

“'s so big,” you gasped breathlessly, cock-drunk and stoned, your hands slapping ever so soft and gentle against his big arms, pink lips pushed into a pout that made his dick twitch.

“I know, luv, I know,” the older man hummed into your ear. “You can take it. You're a big girl.”

He tugged the hem of his T-shirt up and wedged it between his teeth, as if desperately needing as much freedom to move as possible. He breathed heavily around the cloth in his mouth as he pumped inside of your heat, your walls pulsing around him like a second heartbeat.

His hips pressed against your ass, his dick driving in deep and springing tears in your eyes. He'd been a man of discipline and restraint for years, he tried to be careful with you—he did. But you were just so delicate, or maybe he was just too big, too strong.

Simon leaned over you with a groan, your whiny cries filling his ears—and he wasn't even fucking you as hard as he wanted just yet. Your pussy was wet and inviting, but he wouldn't want to break you the first time.

He fucked you deep and full, his hips slapping against your skin rhythmically. Like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Meanwhile, you were gasping and preening under him, your back curving off the sofa as you fumbled to clutch onto his arms, his shoulders, or his hair. “Please, please-please,” you pled mindlessly, not even knowing what you were asking for.

Simon maneuvered your legs off his hips suddenly, grabbing your ankles in one hand and propping them up on his broad shoulder. You squealed as the man pulled his hips back and slammed into you again. His cock rubbed against your spongy g-spot with your hips tilted up, knees against your chest as he pressed down on you.

He filled you up over and over, and when your hips tried to twitch away from him like you were growing overwhelmed, he'd pull you back down on his shaft. “Mm, no—you take it. Fucking take it,” he let out a guttural groan, his forehead resting against yours. Your eyes watered, the head of his cock kissing your cervix without abandon. You'd probably feel it later, but your hazy brain made it that much easier to let the pleasure override your body's pain cues.

You wrapped your arms under your knees and hugged them to your chest, dumb little noises falling from your lips as you held yourself open. He almost spilt his load into you right there, watching you all docile and willing under him.

That was when it really occured to him; he was balls deep in your virgin cunt with no protection. He hadn't second-guessed it initially—blame it on virility or the joint. Blame it on your knee-socks and big bubbly eyes that followed him everywhere.

His head fell forward with a groan, his pelvis pressing flush against your ass with rough, staccato thrusts, fingers digging into your thighs. “Can I come inside you, baby?” You squeaked at his bold request, his large hands wrapping around your legs and smoothly spreading them open to press his chest against yours. “Hm? Gonna let me fill you up?” He urged gently, brushing the tip of his nose against yours.

As always, your answer came in the form of shaky nods, hiccuping on your own moans. He could feel your cunt pulsing around him invitingly, your sock-covered legs squeezing around him. “Uhuh, uhuh-” You bit your lip, brows screwed together in bliss. “I dunʼ mind.” In spite of Simon's bone-deep stoicism, he almost fawned at your ready acceptance.

“Atta girl,” he mumbled against your cheek, a crack in his hoarse voice. “Gonna fill this pretty cunt. Make you take every last drop.”

His thrusts fell out of rhythm with a growing pit of pleasure in his stomach, the weight of his muscled form bearing down on you, fucking your pliant body into the cushions. The ministrations grew almost frantic, perspiration on his brows, his throbbing cock slamming into you. The sound of your broken moans in his ears pushed him over the edge—hips stuttering against you with deep, guttural moans as his load gushed inside your cunt.

You were too sweet, too giving. He should've been the responsible one. Shouldn't be planting bad ideas in your head. You didn't know any better. But he couldn't help himself.

Your thighs shook around his waist while he fucked his seed into you, pulling in and out, a creamy ring forming around the base of his cock. He pushed his hot cum between your folds, pumping inside you and watching your puffy cunt sucking in his tip. The ridge of his tip bumped against your sweet spot, your toes curling in your socks as he pressed his palm on your lower belly and your climax ripped from you.

Your sweltering, velvety heat wrung his cock dry for the last drops of his load, your cheeks splotched red and your pupils cherry-pie-wide. You both moaned in tandem as he eased his cock out of you, his length slapping against your belly.

Simon heaved on top of you, his gaze roving from your dazed expression to the space between your legs, milky globs dripping out of your fluttery cunt. He heard a blissed-out giggle from your lips, long lashes fanning out as you gazed up at him and lowered your tiny fingers to mingle with the sticky fluids on your folds curiously. A sight far too lewd for someone far too innocent, wonderment glittering in your big eyes, your thighs squeezing together out of sensitivity. He felt a twinge of guilt at the adorable sight—arousal, too.

Simon breathed shakily, patting your head absentmindedly before he glanced over his shoulder at the windows.

The party was still going on. No one would've heard you over the music, no matter how loudly you moaned his name—he knew that. But Simon couldn't help but wonder if anyone had seen you go inside his caravan and not come out at this time of night. Most importantly, if your father or anyone who knew your father had seen.

He was going to hell for this.

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