Lord Garmadon x (fem) reader (Ninjago Movie)
Warnings: age gap, size kink, monster kink, risky sex, caught, blowjob, unprotected sex, double dâs (NOT cup size)
Something to note: in Garmadonâs volcanic base, I imagine itâs like a normal, military-like base, like what we see in the movie. His soldiers and generals of their own place to sleep, thereâs a lab, his office (that we see in the movie), and water at the bottom where they enter and exit from. But I also imagine he has a personal space at the very top that resembles the inside of a normal, lowkey luxurious, house.
You woke up at around ten in the morning. Blankets, pillows, and yourself all a mess. Your bed was huge, bigger than a king-size and probably custom made, you couldâve woken up anywhere, but you were on the very edge. The bed felt empty, there was an empty space beside you, where Lord Garmadon himself usually slept. He was on a busy schedule, being a warlord and all, he always had to get up early. Sometimes youâd get up with him then go back to sleep, other mornings, like this morning, youâd stay in bed and wait for his return. Were you his sugar baby? Maybe a little at times, but you were self sufficient with your own job. You were just lucky you werenât working today or else youâd be late.
You sat up and rubbed your eyes, there was no point in trying to go back to sleep, youâd done that twice already. When you stepped out of bed, the hard floor was nice and warm, you never had to worry about cold feet when living in a volcano. You completed a very brief morning routine: brush your hair, make breakfast, put on real clothes, and brush your teeth. Today was going to be laidback, days without work could get boring. It was usually a hassle to get back to the city to do anything fun, so most days were spent inside.
At around lunch time, you began to get hungry again, and you honestly wondered if Garmadon would be having lunch at the very same moment. Maybe you could spend it together. You made some lunch and put on some shoes, it was always smart to wear them even if the base was inside, you never knew where you could burn your foot.
It was easy to get lost in this giant base, but youâd managed to memorize where Garmadon spent most of his time: The Fire Place (aka his office). It was a meeting room where heâd sit with his generals and discuss plans, anyone with a bad idea was fired on the spot and shot out of the volcano. You really hoped he wasnât in a meeting, not because you didnât want to interrupt, but because seeing someone get fired out of a volcano didnât sit right with you. Youâd heard rumor that the generals preferred having you in the Fire Place during meetings, they took quick notice that Garmadon was nicer with you around.
The door was unlocked, meaning he was not in a meeting. You walked in with the food and smiled. âHey, good morning. I havenât seen you yet.â You greeted Garmadon cheerfully as you walked over to him. âI brought some lunch.â You put the tray on the table. He was happy to see you, a smile instantly forming on his face. âAw, thank you, love. But I already ate.â He used one of his four arms to pull you into his side, his head resting on your chest as he turned towards you slightly in his chair. You sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck. You were hoping to spend lunch eating with him, but at least you were here.
âA little more wouldnât hurt, I suppose.â Garmadon shrugged and picked up the food you made him with his two top hands, he mustâve sensed your disappointment and didnât want to upset you. He handed you your own food and you ate standing beside him, his large hand on your lower back. Once you were done eating, you set your stuff back on the tray and looked at the desk in front of him.
âWhatâs all this?â You ask, looking at papers spread out across the table. âPlans, for takeover and whatnot.â Garmadon replied casually, still holding you close to his side. âThis looks like⊠a lot.â You uttered, trying to understand what the hell you were looking at. âIt is a lot. Iâm terribly out of ideas and my generals are useless.â He groaned, bringing his head down to his hand to rub his temples. He was stressed, that much was obvious, and tense. You put your hands on his lower neck, trying to rub his shoulders. âYouâre tense. I could try to give you a massage but this armor is in the way.â You complained, hating seeing him like this. âMaybe tonight, baby. And maybe we can have some fun.â He answered suggestively.
Fun? Now that thought gave you an idea. A risky one, but a good one nonetheless. Now you couldnât wait until later, and since you were here, why should you have to? You walked in front of him, keeping your hands around his neck. âYou need a break, now.â You said firmly, which caused him to look up at you. You stood between his legs as he remained seating in his chair, both his bottom hands were around your waist, they were big enough to fully wrap around you. You brought your hands up to his face and leaned down to kiss him, it was a little awkward due to his helmet so you had to lower yourself a bit. Garmadon closed his eyes and suddenly all four of his hands were on you: one on the back of your neck, the other held your arm, one on your waist and the last one traveled down.
âI like the way you think.â You could feel his smirk against your lips as he took a break to speak, his face then moved down, wanting to kiss and leave marks on your neck. That action alone caused a heat to form in your core, you could feel yourself getting wet. You pushed him back slightly, you wanted to do something for him. You kissed down his neck until you reached where his armor began, as much as you wanted to take it off, it was still the middle of the work day for him. You traveled back up and in between kisses gave bites as well. These little bites elicited soft sighs and twitches from his body, his skin was thick, but even then, he was affected by the bites.
Once you finished working on Garmadonâs neck, you pulled back to give him another kiss. This one was messier than before. You could feel his hunger, his desire, his need for you. His forked tongue found its way into your mouth, easily gaining dominance over yours. At times, especially in the beginning of your relationship, it was overwhelming, but you got used to it. Your hands went down to his belt and easily untied it, but you didnât move his pants out of the way first. When you pulled back for air, Garmadonâs eyes were just as half-lidded as yours, but they never left your face. Of course, he wanted more, but there was something else he wanted from you, and he made no effort to hide his desires as he gently pushed you down by the shoulders.
Youâd never done something so dirty. At this very moment, you were on your knees in between Lord Garmadonâs legs, pressed against the back of his desk as you hid underneath it. Your hands were on both of his thighs before you moved to pull his pants down enough for his cocks to spring out. They were massive, obviously bigger than the average manâs, it took so long for you to finally adjust. Garmadonâs hands rested on your head, his claws playing with your hair. You jerked him off a little since he wasnât fully hard yet, and it didnât take long for soft moans and sighs to fill your ears.
It didnât take long for Garmadon to get fully hard, a man as deprived as him was easily worked up. You licked up the shaft of one, your hand slowly jerking off the other one, before taking it into your mouth. Slowly, but surely, you took as much of him as you could down your throat. You never fit all of him in, but he could see you were trying and always made it known you were doing good. Sucking him off while slowly jerking his other cock could cause him to get a little noisy, he was twitching and moaning softly under his breath, his hands messing up your hair restlessly as you bobbed your head up and down on him. Above his desk, Garmadonâs head rested in his hand, rubbing his temples like he was annoyed, his other hand gripped the edge of the desk as he continued to let out those stifled sounds of pleasure.
You pulled away from Garmadonâs cock for a moment, partly to give your jaw a break, and partly because you were gonna switch to his other one. His hand went down to your cheek, stroking it softly, his head had fallen down onto his arm so now he was looking at you. âYouâre doing so greatâŠâ he praised, he knew his size was overwhelming. You smirked mischievously at him before moving your mouth over his other cock, your hand now stroking the saliva soaked one. Garmadonâs eyes squeezed shut when you did and he began panting, then the moans returned. The great Lord Garmadon was easier than people would think, you and one other person knew that.
It was no surprise to you when Garmadon came, a sharp moan leaving his lips. His hot, white liquid coated your throat and hand, his releases were always plentiful. Swallowing and licking up as much as you could, he clearly needed a minute to cool down, to catch his breath. You wiped your mouth, and without another word he pulled you out from underneath his desk and on top of it, now you were sitting right in front of him. He was still panting, but now he was looking at you with a smirk and a look of revenge.
Garmadonâs four large arms trapped you to the desk once he stood up, he pulled you into a kiss, an aggressive, hungry kiss that didnât last long. He moved down your neck, peppering you with kisses and soft bites, his sharp teeth easily making indents in your skin. One hand staying on the desk, one came up to your side, and the other two made quick work of your jeans. He shimmied them down your hips, his thumbs toying with the waistband of your underwear before he pulled those down as well. He forced those items off past your shoes before gently feeling your already soaked slit with the tips of his fingers.
âYouâre soaked already.â He teased with a smirk, leaning forward until you were on your back. Sure, Garmadon was a big man, but his armor added to his size and his intimidation. As he loomed over you, effectively pinning you to his desk, he was more hot than intimidating or scary. His two upper hands held your face as his other two began moving your close up to bundle at the top of your chest, not fully taking them off. He began kissing down your body, leaving your face flushed and your breathing heavy in anticipation. As he moved down to your core, his upper hands held your waist as his bottom ones held your thighs apart and placed them over his shoulders as he knelt on the ground in front of his desk, in front of you. He paused for a moment before taking his helmet off, now he was ready.
Garmadon took his long tongue and licked up your dripping cunt, causing you to shudder as he glazed over your clit. He couldnât finger you, because of his claws, but this was almost always better. He always became pussy-drunk as he ate you out, today was no different. He ravaged your pussy, his tongue ruthless whether it was plunging into your hole or stimulating your clit. You squirmed and moaned, almost regretting messing with him before now, almost. Your hands tangled in his white hair, legs trying to squeeze shut as he held them open with ease. Oh, how he wished he could finger you, to be able to taste you later even if you werenât around. Your back arched off the desk, his hands wrapped around your waist felt as your tummy flexed and twitched, his thumbs rubbed up and down as if to soothe you. As he began sucking on your clit, it was almost too much to handle as you began wining and fisting his hair. You came shortly after, but he kept going, his licking unrelenting as he drank up your finish.
He stood up a bit later, his hands still on your thighs as he moved out from in between them, and brought one of his upper ones to wipe his face. Garmadon looked at you, his expression smug. You were all flushed and heavy-breathing beneath him, oh what a sight. The glow of the lava behind the two of you only adding to the effect. His hands brought your legs up before resting your ankles over his shoulders, he leaned down again.
âOh, you poor thing.â Garmadon teased, bringing one large hand up to your face, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek. You opened your eyes to be met with his glowing, red ones staring back at you before he kissed you again. You could taste yourself on his lips, youâd wet his whole chin with your slick. He brought one hand down your body gently before he grabbed one of his cocks and teased your slit with it, coating his tip in your fluids. You shuddered again, cumming just once made you sensitive but all the more easy to penetrate. He slowly eased into you, knowing it could be overwhelming. You pulled away as he bottomed out to moan loudly. âOh!- Garmadon⊠fuck!â You let out, your eyes squeezed shut once more. He groaned as well, his eyes rolling back into his head as he let out hot, open-mouthed breaths. âFuck⊠I hope you never fully adjust to me⊠youâre so tight.â He uttered, feeling your walls pulsing around his length.
Slowly, he began moving. With the position you were in, it was easy for him to hit all the way against your cervix. He kept a steady pace, still waiting for any possible sign of pain from you, when he got nothing, just pure pleasure, he sped up. You moaned and arched against him, his cold armor touching your skin, making you shudder. You didnât care about being quiet, if anybody heard, theyâd die before saying anything. âHoly shit⊠donât stopâŠâ you moaned out loudly, one hand tangling in Garmadonâs hair and pulling it. He grunted and groaned, his claws leaving faint scratch marks on the desk as he increased his pace.
Garmadon eyes you down, like predator watching prey, the whole time. The sight of your breasts bouncing with each thrust, that slight bulge in your stomach, your sweet, sweet sounds of pleasure, it all made him feral. He wanted so badly to ruin you, but this couldnât last much longer. He waited for you to cum first, it was hard to tell if you didnât say anything since you were already tight, but his thrusts became out of rhythm and slow as he neared his finish.
âCâmon, baby, you can do this. Finish for me.â He egged you on with sweet praises, speaking through rough grunts and moans. You nodded, pulling his head down closer to your body. âYes, yes! Iâm so fucking close!â You whined, biting down on his shoulder shortly after to muffle a scream, signaling you came. Garmadon scratched up the desk even more and grit his teeth as you tightened around his shaft. âYouâre always so fucking tight.â He moaned, almost sounding like a whine. He began pumping his other cock with one of his bottom hands and came once more, this time deep inside you and all over your stomach; he finally went a bit soft.
To say you were spent was an understatement, and this was a quick session. Garmadon fell on top of you, his body heavy like a weighted blanket, almost crushing you. You put your hands on his shoulders and tried to push him off, but it was no use. âGarmadon⊠get up⊠youâre crushing me.â You uttered through deep breaths. He pushed himself up slightly, armor still touching your front. Letting out an amused chuckle, he smirked. âYou think I need to lose weight?â He teased, still panting slightly. You immediately shook your head. âNo, no! Thatâs not what Iâm saying!â You insisted through a giggle. âI think thatâs exactly what you said. I told you, Iâve been trying!â He pouted slightly. âI didnât mean that, youâre like seven feet tall!â You fought back. A few more jokes and laughs were shared between the two of you before you were interrupted.
âLord Garmadon, sir, is the meeting-âŠâ Garmadonâs general #1 froze at the sight: his boss practically laying over his girlfriend as her shirt was pulled up. He was dead. Garmadon growled and slammed his fist on the desk, you let your head fall back towards the door, seeing the general upside down. âYou imbecile! Havenât you ever heard about knocking!?â Garmadon shouted as he stood up, pulling out of you in the process. âJust wait outside, Iâll deal with you in a moment.â He said in a threatening tone. Garmadonâs general nodded and closed the door to the Fire Place and did what he was told. Garmadon formally apologized to you and began helping you with your clothes. He pulled your bra and shirt back down over your body, but not before giving out some kisses, and pulled your pants back on, he even buttoned them for you. Once his own pants were up, he picked you up bridal style with a sweet smile on his face, you kissed him on the cheek in return.
He walked outside of the office, to where he saw his general standing, and used one big hand to push him back into the office aggressively. âYou stay in there, youâre fired.â He uttered comfy before slamming the door. Garmadon walked you back up to his personal quarters, his army knew not to stare. He set you back down onto the bed and leaned over you. âI have to go, Iâm sorry. You should shower and change your clothes, love, and maybe tonight Iâll be back for more.â He held your two hands in one of his before kissing them, then your forehead, then your mouth, to which he lingered at a lot longer.
After a quick shower and a change of clothes, you waited patiently for Garmadon to return. When he did, it was time for a round two, on a much comfier surface.
A/N: idk if anyone will read this I just needed to get it off my chest. This lowkey gave ceo x reader and im not living for that so letâs just pretend it didnât.
