Shane shut his eyes and let everything around him flow in: the sound of the pattering rain storm on the roof, the rolling thunder that joined in every minute or so, the diffuse light from the bedroom window, Ilya's dick as it slid just where he needed it. He loved it here.
"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Ilya murmured beneath him.
Shane rocked down onto him with few more gentle thrusts before answering. "You mean other than cutting up the trees that are about to cover the roadway again."
Ilya laughed. Shane felt it inside of him. The sensation was divine. "Yes, other than that."
Shane kept rocking absently, enjoying the slow stretch he was gifted. "No, not really. Why?"
Ilya's hands ran up his sides and groped at his muscles. "You know Martha's best friend? Susie?"
Shane shuttered under the touch and let out a contented sigh. "Sorry." He shook his head.
"Susie Herbs."
"Like Sheriff Herbs?"
Ilya laughed again, harder this time and his dick slipped out of Shane's hole—much to both their chagrin. Still Ilya laughed. "You have to stop only remembering the men in this town!" Ilya gently shoved Shane until he was on his back. "but yes, she is his older sister. She married but got divorced and took her old name back." Ilya crawled overtop Shane and lined up his cock once more. "Do not ask Martha about Susie's ex-husband. I learned that the hard way."
"Okay, what about Susie?" Anything more Shane planned to say was replaced with a soft gasp as Ilya pushed back inside of him.
"Her farm dog Maggie got out roughly three months ago. She came back pregnant." Shane's stomach clenched at the word 'pregnant' but if Ilya felt it he didn't comment.
"Susie didn't spay her?" Shane knew he was judging.
Ilya only smiled down at him. "fortunately for me, no."
"fortunately?"
"Ms. Maggie May just had her puppies! Susie has invited us to come say hi."
"oh… oh!" Ilya started moving again, hitting Shane right where he needed him most.
Shane's hands flew up and he shoved them into Ilya's hair. "Fuck. Right there. God."
"You're so perfect," Ilya slurred.
Shane leaned up and captured Ilya's mouth in a kiss. Their hips rolled together. Shane sank back into the pillow. "I love you so much." He blinked and stared into Ilya's eyes, cataloguing every dance of the soft light peeling in from the stormy windows.
A thought Shane couldn't place flickered across Ilya's face. He opened his mouth to ask but Ilya spoke first."You never used to let me fuck you like this." Ilya voice was filled with wonder.
Shane wanted to frown. He was too in love. "Like what?"
Ilya's head came down to burry itself into the crook of Shane's neck. "Like… talking." Their hips slapped with a rhythm more beautiful than any music. "With you completely aware of what is around you."
Shane thrust up to meet ilya, letting his husband's cock drag across muscle and press deep into him. Shane's mouth hung open in pleasure, he looked up at the man he loved with soft eyes. "I don't understand."
"I love getting you out of your head," Ilya whispered into his skin. "I love fucking you so much and so well that you can't think about anything."
Shane's legs fell apart even wider at the words, welcoming Ilya deeper inside. "I love that too."
"But that was the only way I was able to fuck you. You had to be out of your head, or you would not be satisfied, if you could still think your anxiety would keep you away from pleasure." Ilya's hands were moving again, cupping Shane's chest and arms and thighs. It was enough to sooth, but not distract from, the words being spoken. "Sometimes it felt like sex wasn't for us anymore, it was just medicine. The only way you could get yourself to stop hurting."
A small wretched thing whimpered in Shane's chest. "No I-"
"I didn't mind," Ilya interrupted with too much affection for Shane to doubt him. Shane still felt like he should apologize for something. "It was the same for me for many years before I met you," Ilya continued. "I understood. And not always did it feel like sex was being used like a remedy. Only sometimes. But always you did have to stop thinking."
"If I was fully aware I would just imagine my mom or something and that wasn't very-" Shane tried to not sound defensive—he succeeded by virtue of the fact that as he spoke Ilya hit his prostate dead on and he moaned unabated into Ilya's curls.
"But look at us now." Ilya sounded so proud. "Fucking and talking, aware and capable. I will drive you out of your head tomorrow, my love. Today I want you to cum looking into my eyes and knowing exactly who you are."
Shane let go of Ilya's head so he could pull back, and they could look at each other. He wrapped his arms around Ilya's back instead. He needed Ilya closer, as close as he could get. He needed to fuse himself to Ilya and pour all the love his soul carried straight through the skin from one chest into the other. "And who am I?"
"You are mine." Ilya turned and sucked a wild kiss into Shane's throat before returning to revel in being seen. "You are Shane." Ilya's thrusts sped up, hitting Shane's prostate dead center every time. "You are Freedom."
Shane gasped under Ilya's gaze and spilled into the space between them.
"I'm yours."
Ilya followed him over the edge.
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They lay in the afterglow until the spring rain retreated over the hills and only the thunder could be heard from the fleeing storm.
"Ilya," Shane murmured sleepily. "Let's go see those puppies."
Danny and Damian are friends (also known as: Damian has a crush on Danny) PART 16
Author's notes: My boss was out of town today and things at the office were kinda slow so I took the oportunity and finished this chapter! Please enjoy and Happy Holidays guys!
masterpost part 15
“You all should be ashamed.” Alfred sternly tells to his young – and not so young – wards as all of them are kneeling on the floor, the elderly man quickly understanding what the group was doing as soon as he actually looked at the scene. “Master Dick, you are the eldest, married even, same for you master Jason and miss Cassandra, you are to be your older brother’s sense when his fails so gravely, I cannot believe that you would still partake on this type of behavior.” Aldred sighs in annoyance. “Master Damian trusted you all to behave during this dinner and you all have stepped on that trust, shame on all of you.”
Now that makes everybody flinch and groan, Cass even makes a little puppy whine.
“What is happening here?” Bruce makes himself known as he approaches alongside Selina and Woodlock to the room.
“I think they were busted while spying on the pup and the kitten, love.” Selina purrs with contained laughter.
“They wouldn’t do that.” Brucie says as he looks at his children like a scandalized old money lady, but Bruce knows very well that his children, especially Dick, Cass and Jay, would do it because they adore love stories the most.
“Oh, Daniel confessed?” Woodlock says with some surprise impregnating his voice.
“Wait, he reciprocates?!” Jason exclaims with wide open eyes but the glare Alfred directed his way makes him hide behind Dick.
Woodlock giggles at what he sees. “Well, he does reciprocate the romantic feelings but my boy is a bit slow reading his own heart and hasn’t realized that he is attracted to young Damian.”
“So, his heart knows but his head doesn’t.” Duke reasons aloud.
“Exactly.” Woodlock agrees as he nods his head once. “But if young Damian has already confessed then there is a good chance that Daniel will realize how he truly feels… but then again, there is also the possibility that Daniel panics, punches Damian on the face and runs away to never talk to Damian again, he is dramatic like that.”
“Dude.” Tim mumbles as he squints his eyes at Woodlock.
“I hope it’s the first one.” Dick says. “I don’t think Dami could handle well being rejected by Danny.”
“Yeah, I’ve never seen him behave like this before.” Steph adds. It’s just how Bruce behaves with Selina. She thinks.
“Then I guess all we can do is hope for the best.” Alfred wisely says. “And all of you are banned from cookies and pastries until I say otherwise.” The elderly man states as he pointedly looks to his young – and not so young – wards.
The siblings collectedly groan, which makes Selina and Woodlock giggle while Bruce fondly sighs.
***
“I like you… romantically I mean. I… would you go on a date with me?”
Damian’s heart is pounding so loud he feels like he is in a concert, right in front of the speakers as the merciless beat of the bass makes him feel like there is an earthquake happening inside of him. He feels himself turning colder as the seconds – eternal seconds – slowly go by.
Danny on the other hand feels how his heart cannot decide between completely stopping beating or stuttering like the wings of a hummingbird.
I just realized that I like-like him! I’m not ready to answer that yet!! Danny inwardly panics. And then Danny locks his eyes with Damian vibrant green ones, Damian is making the sweetest puppy dog eyes as his elegant eyebrows scrunch. Oh, no, I’m weak! Danny cries inwardly. You know what, fuck it. And with a swift movement Danny grabs Damian by the shoulders and kisses him on the lips.
Damian certainly wasn’t expecting that. First his eyes open wide in surprise and then he feels Danny soft, cold lips over his as his hands instinctually land on Danny´s waist as Danny moves his hands from Damian’s shoulders to Damian’s face.
The kiss is quick but grounding, nervous but strangely reassuring.
When Danny pulls away Damian still has his lips slightly pucked out, eyes wide and heart beating so fast Damian fears he might become a speedster right there and then.
“I-Is that a yes?” Damian stutters without blinking, the cold feeling of Danny’s lips on his own spreading all over his face leaving a trace of warmth.
“Yeah.” Danny answers and then bites his bottom lip. Damian puts all of his attention on Danny’s mouth at the act and a beehive goes crazy in his chest and stomach. “I-I also like you… for a very long time I thought I only admired you but I-I think that I’ve always have had a crush on you.” Danny says as he realizes that he indeed has been pinning after his friend for a very long time.
Damian’s forehead gently lands on top of Danny’s and both boys lock their gazes, Damian holds Danny’s cheek and sweetly pushes him into another kiss.
How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have
Batman has an insane patrol schedule. Danny knew this, somewhere in the back of his mind, but it was only just settling in for him.
"You're gonna be dead tired tomorrow," he warns Dick, "You were tired for only being out for two hours longer than your new normal, going from sunset to sunrise is gonna knock you out. I can't drive, Dick, so we'll be stuck in Gotham for another day if you pass out."
Dick patted his head with a smile. "I'll be fine. I'll vene bring ya back some Bat Burger, okay?"
Danny blinked. "Bat Burger?"
"You've- You've never had Bat Burger?" Louder, he called to Barbra and Tim who'd just come back from wherever the Cave entrance is with a comm for Danny, "Danny's never had Bat Burger!"
Barbra gasped dramatically. Tim clutched ay imaginary pearls. "You've never had Bat Burger?!"
"That sounds like an exclusively Gotham thing, and I am decidedly not from Gotham."
It was quiet for another moment as the three stared at him. Finally, Dick blinked. "Have you always been Midwestern?"
"As far as I know, why?"
His head tilted slightly to the left. "Your accent just seems..."
"Much more prevalent." Tim finished.
"Yeah, that."
“I don’t know what you guys are talking about. I’ve always talked like this.” A lie. He was hiding his accent from everyone so that tracking him down would be ever so slightly harder. Danny shrugged, “Right, Barbra?”
She shook her head. "No, you leave me outta this. As far as I know, you've sounded like this the whole time and these two are only just picking up on the accent."
Good job, Danny. Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss your way into their hearts.
"Anyway," Barbra continued, holding her hand to Danny, "This is a comm. It'll keep you patched in until we come back up to the manor after patrol. If you get tired of us or when you sleep, just take it out and put it on your nightstand; we'll take it back down in the morning for you."
"Are you sure you don't wanna come to the Cave?" Tim asked.
Danny shook his head, the comm now sitting in his left ear. "Mister Wayne already hates me, I'm not gonna go into his space. Besides, I'm already intruding as it is."
"I just don't want you to be bored."
"It's alright, I'm sure I'll find something to occupy myself with while you guys are out. And, isn't the whole point of me being on comms so that you guys can talk to me?"
"You're right," Dick agreed, "We'll see ya when we get back."
"Alright."
Occupy himself with? Yeah, he's going back to Bludhaven. Another problem he just realized, though: How is Bat Tech going to react to/around Phantom? Danny figures he has about two minutes to figure it out or he's gonna have to bench himself for the night.
There was no one around, so he ducked into the nearest room to transform. It was a quick lightshow, as always, but not enough to draw attention of anyone passing by.
Except Alfred. Alfred probably knows.
Alfred won't tell Bruce, right?
Right?
Probably not.
Hopefully.
Focusing on the comm revealed no static, though there was no sound either. Was someone trying to talk to him already? Hopefully not. That'd be upsetting.
There was a soft crackle before: "Danny, can you hear us?"
Phantom allowed a small smile of victory. "Yeah, loud and clear, Barbra."
"Call me Batgirl right now, okay? Tim's Robin, and, as you know, Dick's Nightwing. And, if you really need him, Bruce is Batman."
"Got it."
"We don't use real names on comms," Robin said, "Do you have something we could call you?"
That's probably a fish for what his hero name used to be. All three of them - Tim, at the very least - were hung up on the 'not anymore' of his denial and it really showed. He could make it easy and tell them to call him Phantom, but he really does not want them finding out his childhood right now. So, "Tutelary."
"'Tutelary'?" Nightwing asked.
"It's Greek," Batgirl said, "Tutelaries are deities or patrons of protection."
"Aw, that's cute," Robin cooed teasingly, "But you aren't doing much protecting from the Manor."
Phantom - is he really ready to give up that name? - blushed green, "Shut up. Protection Spirits are a big deal where I'm from!" Yeah, meaning most people don't actually think they're protecting them, but who really cares about technicalities?
"And that would be..?" Batman spoke up, his voice coming out much more 'gargle glass' over the comms than was probably intended.
Phantom smirked. "The Midwest." Limits options, but not specifically but he figured he could throw them a bone. Though, that's the only one he's giving Mister Wayne.
Speaking of, "I'll try not to be a distraction, Mister Batman sir, but I won't make any promises."
Nightwing, Batgirl and Robin were all sniggering. Batman was quiet for no more than a few seconds. "Stop getting distracted; We're leaving."
"Yes, sir!"
Phantom listened closely, focusing on the Cave below the Manor. Batman and Robin had gotten into some kind of assault vehicle-race car mix and were driving out into Gotham Proper quickly. Nightwing and Batgirl were both on motorcycles, leaving out a different way but just as quickly.
"Have fun out there, you guys."
Nightwing laughed, "We'll bring ya back some Bat Burger."
Part 15 Part 17
Real quick, before you move on, a quick Thank You to @bianca-hooks123 for the idea for Danny's name Tutelary. I hadn't even thought of using that until it was suggested, so thanks <3
Summary: Robotnik learns more about Stone, in the best way possible
Part 1 Part 15 Part 17
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The lights in Robotnik's bedroom began to turn on slowly, the change helping to wake Stone up. At the moment, the Hybrid was curled up around Robotnik, his head in Robotnik's lap.
Reaching down, Robotnik gently rubbed Stone's ear, enjoying the silky feeling. Robotnik was sitting up in the bed, had been for the last hour, looking through the coding of the lab's security system.
The thought of Stone knowing more about his system had him jerking awake, desperate to know how he had missed something so crucial.
It all came down to Robotnik simply not caring about Hybrids until he had one living in his lab. He had assumed he would not have a Hybrid step foot inside, so he had never considered the fact that he would need to code in different biometrics for Hybrids. When Stone had joined him, he had added his new agent. Perhaps he assumed that his system was advanced enough to tell the difference between two of the same kind of Hybrid.
And yet, Stone had proved him wrong.
"Hmmm," Stone groaned softly. He nuzzled into Robotnik's stomach, his tail already wagging as he smiled up at Robotnik sleepily. However, as their eyes met, his smile dropped.
Robotnik clicked his tongue, gesturing for Stone to sit up. Immediately, Stone did so, not even resisting as Robotnik grabbed him so the Hybrid was straddling him and sitting on his lap.
"Doctor?" Stone asked hesitantly, his head cocked to the side. His hands came up to rest on Robotnik's chest, his claws small pinpricks shoved through the fabric of Robotnik's sleep shirt.
"How did you know about the gap in my security system?" Robotnik asked firmly. He couldn't decied if he was more upset that Stone hadn't told him about the gap or the fact that Stone had outsmarted him.
"You're always telling me to study your robots and code, sir," Stone ducked his head, but Robotnik was having none of it. Reaching up, Robotnik cupped Stone's chin and forced his head back up. Stone swallowed thickly as he stared back. "I noticed that you didn’t put as much detail into identifying Hybrids. Only hostiles and myself."
"As long as the computer thought Rockwell was you, she would be allowed inside. What about the badniks? Why didn't they see her as a threat?"
"You haven't programmed them to see Hybrids as threats, sir."
"I haven't?" Robotnik blinked. His badniks were on a different code than his security system. They were meant to be far more sophisticated; able to identify anyone who had somehow snuck past security and destroy them.
Stone shook his head.
"Your code identifies Hybrids as animals. And unless you specifically tell them to attack, they will leave Hybrids alone. Don't you remember how none of them attacked me when I arrived?"
"They thought you were some mutt I brought in," Robotnik rubbed at his forehead. How could he be do stupid!?
The answer was that he had almost never interacted with Hybrids before Stone. He had most likely seen them as animals himself, so that's how he had written the badniks' code. Now, that attitude came back to bite him in the ass.
Lost in thought, Robotnik let his fingers scratch at Stone's beard, making the Hybrid's eyes go half-mast in bliss. His other hand tapped on Stone's thigh as he looked his agent up and down.
"You'll help me categorize every Hybrid into my systems."
"Yes, sir," Stone nodded readily, shoving his head further into Robotnik's hand.
"You'll also be punished for not bringing this to my attention and using it to your advantage."
"Understood," Stone mumbled, now rubbing his entire cheek in Robotnik's hand.
"You will be in charge of Rockwell's wellbeing until she is healed."
"Mmhm," Stone's tail was speeding up as his body began to relax in pleasure.
Rolling his eyes with fondness, Robotnik slowed his petting until he was cupping the side of Stone's face. The Hybrid's eyes slipped open, to see why he stopped. Tipping Stone's head back, Robotnik couldn't help but admire the black leather circling his throat.
The bright, red stitching of his logo was on display as Stone eagerly bared his neck for him.
With his other hand, Robotnik traced the leather, his fingers ghosting along the warm skin underneath. Stone let out a small gasp when Robotnik slipped a finger underneath the collar and pulled gently.
"Stone, why did you accept the collar?"
"I--" Stone's voice faulted for a moment. "I wanted to be yours, doctor."
"In what way?"
"Every way."
Robotnik let his eyes meet Stone's. The Hybrid looked so open and vulnerable, he didn't know what to do with that expression. Instead, he pulled on the collar again. He winced as Stone clutched at his shoulders, his claws sending little shocks of pain as they dug into his skin slightly.
"You've been the only person in a long time that has treated me kindly, doctor," Stone continued. "The first thing you did for me was give me my own room. Then you let me eat with you. And then you started acknowledging my work. I never want to be anywhere other than by your side."
"Nowhere?" Robotnik mumbled. His fingers finally left the collar, instead he rubbed his thumb underneath Stone's chin. He enjoyed feeling the way he swallowed around the feeling.
"Nowhere," Stone affirmed, a soft smile on his lips.
Robotnik's hand snaked behind Stone's head to grab a fistful of Stone's hair. Meeting surprised eyes, Robotnik couldn't process exactly what he was doing--but his body knew what he wanted.
Without a second thought, Robotnik slammed their mouths together.
Stone let out a small yelp of shock, but quickly shoved his body against Robotnik's, his lips moving eagerly.
As for Robotnik, his other arm was quick to wrap around Stone's waist and pull him closer. After their many nights cuddly, it felt right to have Stone pressed so closely to him.
However, he had never kissed another being before.
He had no idea what he was doing. Trying to copy Stone's movements, he hoped he came off far more confident than he felt.
Stone must have not noticed his inexperience because he let out a tiny moan before his own hand came up to grab at Robotnik's hair.
Neither of them wanted to stop, but eventually, their lungs cried out for air, leaving them to pull back, panting. Resting his forehead against Stone's, Robotnik could hear Stone's tail wagging it was so strong.
"Yours?" Stone whispered, eyes full of hope.
"Mine."
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The lab felt much fuller than it had ever before. It wasn't only Rockwell's presence that pushed against the metal walls, but something else. Something warm.
Pulling his eyes away from his console, Robotnik glanced over to where Stone was leaned over a workbench, his tail wagging lazily behind him. Even though he had a look of concentration on his face, there was still a hint of happiness as he slowly sorted through a huge bin of bolts, nails, and screws.
Since he felt more forgiving towards Stone after their little make-out session, instead of forcing Stone to clean the lab with his toothbrush, Robotnik instead dumped drawers full of things together for Stone to sort.
At least it kept Stone busy and not whining like a puppy.
Meanwhile, they had gotten out the cot Stone had used for his recovery. Robotnik wasn't going to risk Rockwell sneaking around like Stone had.
However, unlike Stone, Rockwell enjoyed staying in the bed. In fact, she was curled up with a pair of specially made Hybrid headphones and a tablet. She was perfectly content to lounge around, watching whatever she wanted for hours on end.
Robotnik wouldn't know what to do with another overly energetic Hybrid.
"Stone," he called out.
"Sir?"
"Go make us lunch."
"Yes, sir!"
Trotting out of the room, Robotnik watched him go. Maybe once Stone was done with his punishment, they could go for a walk.
A small noise caught Robotnik's attention. Frowning, his eyes met Rockwell's.
With a smirk, she raised her hands. With two fingers, she made a circle and with her other hand, she poked the circle with another finger.
Even a genius like Robotnik knew exactly what she was insinuating.
Glaring at her, Robotnik quickly turned away, his face on fire.
Notes/Warning: ⚠️⚠️18+⚠️⚠️ harsh language,alcohol consumption(be safe & don’t drink if under age!) Brett gets rough, persuasive…Brett, possesiive Brett, sexist Brett, dom!Brett, PV consensual virginity taking, mention of something crimson (squint reference to blood incites Brett’s lust) exhibitionism since sex takes place outside by the lake, size!kink, mentions of male & female anatomy & ejaculation, squint breeding!kink, male urination against a tree
Was thinking about splitting into two chapters, but felt too heavy sided if I did. So it’s alot. So much happens. Setting more ground work for things to come.
🧁💐❤️Everyone, I spoke with, thank you so much. 🧁💐🌺
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“Paige?” You pressed the bottle into the sand beside you.
Hmm? She made a soft sound and turned to look at you.
“What do you think will happen?”
She shrugged. “Depends Brett’s mood.”
You glanced his way. He was smiling and had just nudged one of the guys. Your heart skipped, it was nice seeing him in good spirits. You really didn’t want anything to escalate because of you.
Worry washed over you, you honestly felt at a loss. If only Paige had not said anything.
You remembered her telling you, how he had given the guy a permanent limp. Whatever, he did to Maddox was deserved after how he acted. You could only imagine what had happened, especially if someone had roped in his father.
You didn’t want him to get hurt any further. That guy in the cap had looked really intense. Perhaps, you could convince him to just leave things be. It had been unnerving but nothing terribly serious. Grabbing the bottle you took another pull, a giggle bubbled from you as it finally tickled your nose.
The rest of the night was a blur of flickering flames, a cool breeze and warm fuzz the drink cloaked you in.
******
Together, covering your mouth from letting nervous giggles to the surface you crept up the steps to your room. You twirled once in your room. You heard the click, and stopping you watched as Brett closed and locked bedroom door. Quickly, you toed off your shoes, stretching you undid the messy bun, and your hair hung loose once again.
He came over, his eyes moving over you. “How did I get so fuckin’ lucky?”
You blushed. “I could say the same.”
He looked pleased, he reached up his fingertips grazed your cheek. “We have to talk baby.”
“Oh?” You rocked on your the balls of your feet.
“I have to go away for a few days.”
You stilled, your worries bubbled to the surface.
He cupped your chin, bringing your face up.
“You gonna miss me aren’t ya?”
You nodded. “I will.”
A smile flickered across his face as his thumb grazed your cheek.
“I won’t be gone long.”
“Ok.”
“Now listen.”
You blinked. “I am.” Your words came out clipped, worry had filled those words. Yet, it didn’t sound like it. Your eyes grew.
“Brett…” You attempted.
“Always being mouthy.” His reply sharp as he pressed his lips together.
“I had not meant to.” You chewed your lip.
“Yeah, well.”
His words drifted, as you saw something shifting in his stormy eyes.
“Before you got here, I had these plans. So I will be gone, handling some matters.”
You remained silent.
“You gonna be my good girl, while I am gone, yeah?”
You nodded.
“Good.” He smiled before he pressed his lips against yours.
*******
In the few short days of Brett’s absence, you had helped your mom with the last of the unpacking. The empty boxes cluttered the garage. But the new house, had finally become a home. Things were tided up and all unpacked.
All the while your dad worked long hours at the mine’s office. In the few times you saw him there was a very excited energetic air around him. With big sweeping gestures of his hands, he told you and your mom about metal structures, support beams and the like that were being talked over.
*******
“Thank you again, Harold.”
You said sweetly, before the bell above his door jingled as your mom and you left. He had made you and her some amazing sundaes.
“You go on to lake Jellybean. I think I am going make sure the tomatoes and green beans are taking to the trellises.”
You knit your brow together. “You sure? There’s a chance of rain tomorrow.”
She shrugged off the bag with the towels and snacks. “There will be other days.”
“Alright.” You gave each other a quick squeeze and peck on the cheek.
You slung the bag onto your shoulder and walked in the direction of the lake. Reaching, you grabbed your phone.
‘Gonna do some sunbathing all by my lonesome. 💋’
He had appreciated you checking in, you knew this may be more a tease. But you did miss him. You eyed his previous message.
‘Home soon.’ You certainly hoped so. You had been a good girlfriend in his absence. You had not touched yourself, despite the feverish dreams you had of him.
That aside, you had hoped to get an idea of what he was up to from Paige, but she caught a nasty bit of something. She had waved from behind her mom when you had stopped by a few days ago. Cooper had come down with something too.
Shaking your head to yourself you continued along. With a soft vibration, you retrieved your phone.
‘Hope today you’re beginning to feel better dolly.’
You sent that last message and you stopped. You felt something was off. Turning, you didn’t spot amything.
‘Hi chickee, Fever gone.’
‘Oh that is great dolly!’
‘Finally can eat again. Can’t wait to hang out.’
‘We’ll have fun!’
‘Yes, gotta get out of here. I am so bored.’
‘Soon!’ You promised.
******
“All mine!” You announced with your arms out spread after siting down on the towels, you giggled to yourself.
Your sundress was in a wrinkled heap beside you and sunglasses over your eyes. This was nice, you mused. You took out the book you had brought, giving it a glance you placed it down. Maybe you’d read later. The lapping of the lake was peaceful, the summer sun felt just hot enough. You laid down, you adjusted the bikini bottoms and now you were comfortable.
******
Hearing a branch snap, startled you sat up and looked around. Nothing. Your heart thudded hard.
Laying back onto your elbows, you decided what to do. Time seemed to have eased by faster than you had expected. The sun had begun to sink. You slipped your book into the bag.
Without Brett or even Paige, you did not want to get turned around in the forest.
Sitting up, you slipped off your sunglasses and blinking your eyes adjusted to the natural light. You stretched, as a sigh broke your lips. You reached for your dress as a whistle sliced through the air. You didn’t move. A icy hand of fear, unease took ahold of your heart.
Slowly, you turned in the direction of the whistle. You took the entire sight before you.
Brett stood on the small rise of where ground went up into the forest or down to lake however you looked at him, hands in his pockets. His sunglasses sat nice and proper on his face, hair looking soft and tousled on top of his head. Your heart skipped.
“Brett!” You relaxed, you smiled.
A smile, filled with mischief cracked his face.
“You gonna come down here?” You put your hands on your hips as you remained sitting. “Or I do I have to get up?”
He shook his head, and easily made his way down to you. Easily, pulling off his shirt, and moving around quite a bit, he made a big show of plopping down beside you. Bracing himself on one hand, he turned to face you.
“I missed you and your smart mouth.” He drew closer.
You glanced a bit around, relieved he was there but still remembering how you felt like you had not been alone.
“Brett,”
You whispered, your foreheads barely touching.
“I’m hoping it’s my imagination but someone may be lurking in the trees.”
His lips twisted. “Fuck him.” Taking ahold of you, he pulled you flush against. “Nothing is keeping you from me.”
You winced, making a sound.
He rose his eyebrows, tilting his head to one side. “Did that hurt?”
You blinked. “Maybe a little.”
His hand on tightened, now it really hurt.
“Brett!” You pushed at him. He didn’t move. “That hurts!” You wiggled under his hand.
He chuckled, his lips grazing yours. “Good. You have to be reminded who you belong to.”
“What?!” You practically squeaked.
You had missed him terribly, more than you cared to admit. All you could think about was him.
“You heard me.”
His lips met yours.
You turned, yet his lips found yours only this time your body responded. Not the outrage you were feeling. You kissed him back.
Your body twitched at the sudden feel of his teeth.
“Brett!” His name came out louder, your heart had picked up.
“I told you, I have to remind you who you belong to.”
“Don’t be mean.” You trembled, you wanted to push him. He had to know this wasn’t nice.
“Am I?” His twinkled with something you didn’t know. “Or do you like me like this?” This lips curling into a smirk that made your stomach tighten.
The words you wanted to say didn’t come. Your body felt alive it missed him, it began to crave him despite being in front of you. No space remained between you.
As his lips met yours strength against him softening.
Wilting, you found him half on, half on the towels. You wrapped tour arms around him. His hair was as soft as it had looked. His body felt good pressing into yours. A moaned muted by the hungry kiss that had won over the both of you; came from deep within you. It had been pulled, coaxed out of you as you felt his thick arousal pressing against you. Your own growing ache between your legs for him throbbed.
As his tongue moved with yours, your kisses grew in hunger. His dark, unique taste was there. You whimpered and moaned into the kiss. He was intoxicating.
Breaking for air, he gave finally a softer smile. “Fuckin’ relieved I saw this before anyone else.” He leaned on his side, one of his fingers barely tugged on the laces that kept it resting on your hip.
“Be careful.” You managed gently, your heart still thudding hard. “What if they show up like last time?”
He drew close, all you saw was him and felt as his fingertips grazed the laces once again.
“I told them it best to stay clear tonight. I want time with my girl.”
You gasped, your mouth dropped open before you stopped yourself.
A deep sound came from him. “Now, I’m remember why my cock fits so nicely in there.”
He sealed his fiery words with a kiss.
You pulled back. “Are you saying I got a big mouth?”
“No. It’s nice and small like the rest of you.”
One of his knuckles grazed your sensitive bud, that had been eager, achy for a touch. You bucked and moaned.
“Sounds like more of you has missed me.”
“Maybe.”
Looking down not knowing why you didn’t stop him, but you watched as he pulled, tugged and he undid the one side of your bikini bottom.
“Tell me.” He said as he easily found the laces on your other hip. “Did you touch yourself like I had while I was gone?”
You whimpered feeling yourself grow wetter as he grabbed the scrap of fabric that covered you between your legs. You were still covered as you managed to press a hand against his.
“Stop.”
He smiled. “Answer me.”
“I was your good girl.” You barely pressed against his hand.
“Good.”
His hand moved from under your hand clutching with the bikini bottom and stuffed into it into his jeans.
You immediately covered, held yourself. It made you whimpered, you felt how wet he had made you.
“Aw. Look how sweet you are?”
You actually glanced down and then back at him.
“Your dainty hand that can barely wrap around my cock, can hold your sweet little pussy.”
Moving, just so his hand moved and cupped your hand that still held yourself. He squeezed.
“Damn. I dreamt of you while I was away.” He rasped.
“Really?”
He nodded. “I’ve been wanting to claim you.”
You trembled in lust. “But you.” You replied simply.
“Not there baby.” He squeezed. “I want to slid my cock into you, fill you up so all you will ever know is me.”
“But what if someone sees us.”
“They won’t.”
His fingers moved, caressing yours as you held yourself tighter. Somewhere, the thought blossomed in you, that it was as if you were holding onto your virginity.
“And baby,” His cheek grazed yours. There was the fainest feel of prickly grown that was eager to grow. “Wouldn’t it be incredibly romantic for me, us to fuck here?” As he pulled back, his eyes finding yours, he gave you a very charming smile.
Heat, a sharp ache pierced you at his words. It was so lovely here and you needed him in ways, you could have never imagine. “Yes.”
You moved a little and opened your legs more.
“That’s my baby, I knew you’d want this.”
Moving his hand from yours, he easily took a hold of yours. You whimpered feeling the flat of his tongue before it became a firm point as it moved wherever your wetness clung to yours hand.
“Another time, I will spread you so wide. I will lick and bite at you.” His eyes darkened with his lust. “But you best be good and not get so mouthy.”
You nodded.
He out your hand down, then made quick work of his jeans. The zipper was sharp and metallic a sharp contrast to the occasion bird call or squawk. Once opened, you continued watching him as he pushed them and the boxers down. Once unleashed, his engorged length bounced against his stomach. An early dribble from his flushed tip disappeared into the soft trail of hair you had only seen mere glimpses of. Now it made your heart skip.
As he rubbed against your little bud, you whimpered feeling yourself grow even wetter. He easily slipped it between your folds.
“Will it hurt?” You got out and swallowed. His tip rubbed at what you assumed was your entrance. The same pressure from his fingers blossomed.
He was flushed, sweat had finally appeared at his hair line.
“Initially, but that is all. I will, it will never hurt again.”
Still holding himself, he lowered himself.
“Ok.” You braced yourself.
There was some pressure, everything was sharp. You froze, you both looked down. You saw what felt a small hint of crimson but then it disappeared. It was replaced by him sliding in further.
His eyes met yours, there was an electrifying look in them. “You’re all mine now, baby.” He breathing, harsh and shallow; like when he was in your mouth.
At first, you didn’t really know how to feel but then he pulled back. He slid back in, harder firmer and you moaned, arching into him. The discomfort disappeared. You tugged yourself and opened the bikini top. You wanted nothing between you.
“You feel so fuckin good.” The look of pleasure was across his face.
You were feeling it too. As you found him, holding you as he slid in and out.
Incoherent sounds came from you, one of his hands that held you, moved loosely, before you felt him find your center.
“Want to cum on a cock baby? My cock?”
His eyes were liquid fire when you looked into them.
You moaned, “Yes. Yes.”
You barely, answered as your body barely tightened any further before you erupted and felt as you came hard him. His movements only making it feel more electric.
“So fuckin’ good.” He breathed, strained smile reaching his lips. “My fuckin’ girl.”
You melted barely able to move. This was far more intense than what the two of you had done before.
He met your eyes. “You’re mine. All fuckin! mine.”
Moving, you felt him deeper if that was even possible before his body tightened above you. Pleasure once more ignited, as you felt as he cane hard into. His name a soft whisper on your lips.
******
“We better get dressed soon baby. Don’t want them sending a search party.” He chuckled against your temple.
You realized, heavily you must have fallen asleep. You didn’t want to be a bore. You would wake up.
*******
Confused. You heard something that was very different than the lake. A breeze just then floated over you making you shiver and look.
“Brett!” You squeaked.
There he was wide stance and dark stain blossoming on the tree in front of him.
“No one told you to look baby.” He turned and gave you a quick wink.
You looked away. You tied your bikini top, seeing that the sun was actually finally setting. Looking down, as he came over then.
“My naughty girl, taking a peak.”
“I did not. I felt you were gone..and and…”
“It’s alright baby. I don’t mind and cupped your face and kissed away your words.”
He handed you your dress a little later.
You took it. “And can I have my bikini bottoms?”
The cheeky smile that curled his lips since returning from the tree remained. “I’m holding onto those for a little longer.”
“But, but…”
He shook his head. “No buts, they will remain right here.” He tapped his pocket, where he tucked the stray lace back in; as he stood up.
You made a face but then giggled.
“What am I going to do with you?”
You took his hand that he offered. You noticed a fresh bruise but decided to not say anything. It could have happened with what you two had just done; you reasoned.
“Fuck in your bed?”
You shot him a look before wiggling, pulling on your dress. The idea stole your breath.
“So you like the idea?” He smirked.
“Maybe.” You smiled.
“Damn you and that mouth of yours.”
“You like it.”
His eyes narrowed as he looked down at you. His hand appeared, his thumb grazed your bottom lip.
“I do. But don’t push me.”
You teased his thumb with a flick of your tongue ever so briefly. “I’ll try and remember that.”
Swallowed Whole by The Flame (Messmer the Impaler x Tarnished! Reader) 16
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Summary: Tarnished and Messmer enjoy each other in their honeymoon period.
A/N: I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD AND READY FOR MORE! Thank you all so much for the responses to the last chapter and it brings me such joy that people are interested for more. Onwards!
Warnings for this chapter: hot and heavy sex, all porn no real plot, oral (m & f receiving). doggy style, creampies, orgasm denial.
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Chapter 16
Sunlight peeks through the soft red curtains, pouring warmth into the room. The light catches you across your sleeping face, making you squint and roll away, a soft groan leaving your lips. You do not know how early it is, but you're aware of the chill in the air that has frosted over the windows, and how your skin pebbles from the chill.
You roll over, the rawness of the silks of the sheets against your skin does not hide you from the elements. It is only when you feel something shift in the large bed, a presence beside you nestling in the sheets you share.
Cracking an eye open, you take in the person beside you, his large sleeping form is curled up on himself, his red hair a cascading calming flame. Messmer sleeps soundly, a tranquil look on his face that makes him look more like a god than a living man.
Messmer, he's here, still with you. It wasn't some dream after all.
You take some time just staring at him, watching the way his curved torso rises and falls softly. The serpents have curled around him in sleep, too, resting on the pillows beside their master's head.
Gently, you trace a finger through his red tresses, idly taking in his beauty. Taken aback when he shifts suddenly, the serpents hiss quietly in complaint as they joint momentarily awake, and so does the redhead.
Messmer's golden eye cracks open a fraction, squinting from the sunlight before it adjusts to look across at you. Neither of you say anything for a moment that passes before he rolls onto his back, and a soft look cascades over his features.
"I thought last night was some dream."
"How so?"
Messmer snorts through his nostrils, casting a glance your way, his large fingers finding yours to intertwine. "I had dreamt of this very moment, with thee in mine own sheets." His fingers dance across your skin, skimming over your hips and across your waist, dipping close towards the inner part of your thighs.
"Oh, you were waiting for this?" You tease, rolling over closer to him, enjoying the way his much larger hands pull you closer. Messmer pulls you close so that you are practically sitting on his lap, giving him the perfect view of your bare chest. Your heartbeat picks up, and your nipples pebble from both the chill and his charming gaze.
Memories of last night come to you, the noises and feeling of being taken by him flood your mind, and you find yourself growing shy in front of him. Messmer picks up on this, a quirk in his eyebrow as he grinds himself up from below you. "Getting shy?"
You hum coyly, trying to bite your lip from letting a moan out, feeling his growing cock nudge beneath you. You stare down at him through your eyelashes, boldness growing through you. "I'd like to give you pleasure again."
"Oh?" He hums, intrigued, allowing you the chance to roll off him, his golden eye watching hawkishly, the serpents taking you in.
You pull back the sheets to reveal his bareness, but he is not affected by the chill as you are. His skin feels flush, warm as a growing flame, and you are wholeheartedly drawn to it like a moth. His cock is semi-hard, but long and thick that it impresses you that you could take him. Languidly running your hand along his length, you take your time teasing him, gauging his reactions.
Messmer leans his head back into the pillows beneath him, basking in the new pleasures. "Oh, lover, thy touch is wicked."
His compliment goes straight to your core, the slickness within your legs grows heated, and your mouth salivates at this next step. Leaning over him, you cage his powerful thighs, sitting between them as you stare down his cock, your hand continues to stroke him slowly, feeling the way he twitches in your palm.
His cock grows heavy in your hand, and you love the way it begs for more. The head is weeping precum, and Messmer is softly muttering to himself, enjoying your touches as he awaits your mouth.
You lean over and waste no time trying to get as much of him into your mouth, swirling your tongue over him as you bob your head up and down. Messmer shuts his eye, a groan escaping his chapped lips as he cradles the back of your head, gauging how much you can take of him as you try to deepthroat him.
"Thy body is not of this world, dearest." He hisses, and you taste the saltiness on your tastebuds. "Rather, a temptress who hast cometh to undo me."
You close your eyes as you get into your element, swiveling your head and continue to take as much of him in you, moaning softly around him as you feel him growing further and furth undone from you. His moans, the softness of his touches, he is close, you can tell-
His cock pops out of your mouth with a loud smack, startling you as you feel hands on you, suddenly flipping you on your hands and knees. You yelp from the abruptness of it all, turning your head to glance back over Messmer, a quirked smile lifting his face, playfulness dancing in his gaze. "Apologies dearest, I can hold back nay longer."
"Wha- Oh!"
Messmer wasted no time in leaning over from behind you, pressing his nose and nuzzling between your parted legs, his mouth finding your entrance. Shaking from bliss, the pleasure shoots through you, and you fall forward into the sheets, arse up and head down. "Oh, fuck, Messmer-"
The redhead presses himself into you further, grabbing you by the hips as he delves his tongue inside, earning the illicit moans to grow louder from you. You feel yourself growing close, but that falls quickly from you, your orgasm denied as Messmer pulls back, his touch leaves you yearning for more. "Messmer-"
"Yes, lover," Messmer kneels over you from behind, grabbing you by the hips, his large cock teasing your entrance as it rubs against your clit deliciously, "let me take thee."
Messmer takes after his title in this moment, for he has truly impaled you. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry, the feeling of being speared by his cock is a familiar yet overwhelming feeling. His cock fills you beyond anything once more, and your thighs shudder as you try to hold yourself up, feeling how it feels like he is moulding your insides to fit him perfectly.
Messmer thrusts shallowly inside you, earning the both of you to release your cries, and it feels that Messmer has taken on a much more feral approach to taking you. Thanks to his large height, he easily reaches over to capture your lips as he continues his thrusts, his tongue swirling against yours as you swallow each other's moans.
From behind, Messmer's cock drives almost further and deeper inside you, reaching places that make you see stars. It didn't take long before you could feel your orgasm rising, your voice rising as your slickness helped in making Messmer fuck you deeper and harder.
"Messmer-please, fuck, I'm-"
"Come undone, my starlight," he hissed, helping you draw out your orgasm as his thrusts grew sloppy, hinting at his end.
His noises drew to an end, and his cock stopped thrusting as he emptied himself deep inside you. The cum flooded you greatly before you even had a chance to register how much there was, already some was leaking from your aching hole as he shifted above you.
Catching your breath, Messmer stilled as he pulled you back into him, still inside you and rock hard. It was obvious from leaning back into him and being spooned that he was not done, as if something had awoken inside him to make him obsessed with fucking you. His behaviour was changed too, and the way he kissed the intimate area of your neck, his teeth grazing along your throat.
"Prithee," he whined, thrusting softly as the squelching noises of your mixed cum echoed in the room, "more, I needeth more."
The black knights that guarded just outside Messmer's chambers eyed each other, hearing the obvious moans and bed creaking that echoed down the hallway. Pretending to pay no mind to it, they both stood stoically, sworn to protect their Lord and now, the Tarnished that Messmer had decreed recently.
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A/N: Once again, thank you for everyone's kind words and compliments. It was so nice to reply to everyone - I hope you're enjoying reading this as much as I'm writing it! I look forward to what is more to come!
