him being so strong that he carry cipher with ease like a baby kitten, wonder what he'll do with his darling with that power?
Imagine....
Mydei carries you like a feather. His hands gripped your waist, and with a swift motion, he lifted you above his head, arms extended. he also wouldn't mind if you stand on his shoulder, just don't mind his glare tho. Sometimes he might even give you something special afterwards.
Or maybe if your tired of walking, he'll carry you effortlessly, one strong arm hooked beneath your thighs, while your head or shoulder rested gently against the top of his shoulder, your body swaying slightly with each step.
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Mydei had you lifted completely off the ground, your legs hooked over his arm or at his shoulder, your wrists pinned together and raised high above your head, captured firmly in his other hand. Your back arched as he held you effortlessly, the sheer strength in his grip keeping you suspended against him. His free hand cupped your ass, firm and possessive, supporting your weight and ensuring you wouldn’t slip away. Not that you could, not with how tightly he pinned you.
or
~Man handling ~
Mydei had you completely off the floor, your body suspended in his arms as he took you from behind. One arm locked tightly around your waist, the other gripping your thigh and holding your leg up, wide and open for him. You dangled in his grasp, weightless against the relentless force of his thrusts. The air was knocked from your lungs each time he slammed into you, but he didn’t slow down. He didn’t care that your feet never touched the ground or barely able to breathe.
all characters in this fictional story are 18+ thank you!
I hear my stepdad, John, close the outside door and I immediately grab my pillow. My mom has just left for a week-long business trip this morning and with my step dad finally leaving the house to run errands, I could finally relax.
I position my pillow on my bed and pull out my phone. My latest smutty book is waiting for me and I have bookmarked the perfect part. The alpha of the pack was about to take the main character's virginity and mate with her. I start to rock on my pillow, already beginning to feel my pussy get wet. I have been waiting all day to do this.
I am so enraptured at the way the alpha is fingering her open. I am completely lost at the moment. Just imagining this dominant man taking her for the first time.
"What are you doing?" my step dad's voice yells from behind. I freeze immediately. I can’t even turn my head to look back at him. I hear his footsteps approach and I finally make a move and stand up quickly.
"I'm sorry," I apologize quickly. I stand defenseless, head down, hands behind my back, fidgeting. "I thought I was alone." I try to explain my reasoning but it’s no good.
"Were you just humping your pillow?" He asks. I hesitate to answer. "I know what I saw. Were. You. Humping. Your. Pillow?" He sounds so upset with me.
"Yeah," I admit sheepishly.
"I am so disappointed in you," he sighs heavily. "Your mother and I let you live in this house rent free and pay for your college education because we believed you were a good girl. Instead you're a slut. How many boys have you slept with? What are you doing at those college parties? Drugs? Booze?”
"I've never slept with anyone! And I've never done anything! I haven't even had a sip of alcohol!" I quickly defend myself. I finally look up at my step father. He has a look in his eye I have never seen before. His eyes are almost dark.
"Don't lie to me, honey."
"I promise!" I swear. "I'm still a virgin!"
John doesn’t say anything for a moment before he sits down on the edge of my bed. He pats the spot next to him and I carefully sit down, afraid of what might come next.
"I overreacted..." he admits after a moment of silence. His hand reaches over and touches my bare thigh. My summer shorts are bunched up after riding my pillow. "I'm sorry, honey." I look up and see a soft look from him. "It's perfectly natural to want to explore your body as you get older, I know. I guess I still see you as that 12 year old girl I met when I started dating your mom. I forgot you're 18 now."
John keeps his hand on my thigh and gently rubs his thumb over my skin. "Please forgive me, honey," he asks.
I pause for a moment and take a deep breath. I have tears running down my cheeks and I feel so flushed. I wipe away my tears and take another deep breath. "I forgive you." I give my step dad a small smile. "Please don't tell mom."
He squeezes my thigh. "I won't tell her anything you don't want her to know." He winks.
My step dad stands up and walks to my bedroom door. "I came up here to ask if there was anything you needed from the store."
"Oh," I fumble and try to pull down my shorts now that the scary moment has passed. "I'm good. Thanks."
"Okay," he smiles. "I'll be back later."
I spend the next hour trying to calm myself. I have never been close with my step father. He always seemed to be so distant and hands off with me. We never had serious talks or private moments. I always had my mom around as a buffer between us. But with her gone today, there was no buffer.
I'm sitting on the couch when my step dad gets back from the store. I have been reading my smutty book, mostly skipping the smut because I was no longer in the mood to masturbate. That moment was gone. I instead focus on the poorly written plot as the Alpha works to defend his territory and his newly claimed mate from the villain.
I listen as my step dad puts away groceries in the kitchen and hear footsteps approaching me.
"I got you a treat while I was out," my step dad presents me with a bowl of pink gummies. "They're strawberry. Your favorite." He smiles sweetly.
"Aw thanks!" I eagerly accept the bowl and pop one in my mouth. The flavor isn’t what I was expecting but they aren’t horrible.
John looks pleased as he watches me eat a second gummy. I relax slightly as he walks away. I’m thankful that we can move on from all of this.
I keep reading my book, the sexual tension rising again as the main character enters her heat. I mindlessly eat the gummies as the smutty actions in the story got hotter. I begin to feel flushed as the smut gets hotter.
I hear my step dad walk into the room as the Alpha cums deep inside his mate and knots her. I feel like I need to retreat into my room but I feel so comfortable on the couch. I keep reading as my step dad fiddles with the tv like usual. The words in my book start to get harder to read.
Suddenly, a woman’s moans are playing through the tv speakers. My head snaps towards the screen and it reveals a scene of a woman in a bed. She is on a pink frilly bed and the man in the scene is deeply fingering her.
I feel so disgusted that my step father would put this on while I’m in the same room as him. I quickly move to stand up but I feel really light headed. I catch myself on the couch and feel my step dad’s hands help to catch me.
“What’s wrong, honey?” My step dad asks in a soft voice. The woman’s moans continue in the background.
“Um I feel really dizzy,” I explain. My mouth has a hard time saying the words. My step father laughs a little.
“That’s okay, baby,” he says as he helps me sit on the floor. He manhandles me to sit on the floor in between his legs. “Just sit here for a moment and relax.” He wraps his arms around me, caging me in. I keep my eyes closed and try to focus on breathing but the moaning on the tv is so loud.
I feel my step dad’s hands begin to roam my body. They pass over my breast and down to in between my legs. I squirm and try to break free.
“No, John,” I whimper, “Stop.” He chuckles in my ear. He pulls open my thighs.
“Oh, but honey,” he murmurs “You wanted this so bad earlier. I just thought you might like to try again now with my help.”
“No,” I shake my head but immediately feel nauseous. “No, not with you. Please stop, John.”
“Shh, baby,” he hushes me. “I’m your Daddy. I know what’s best for you. I know you need this.”
“No!” I think I yell.
“Oh honey, yes you do.” He strokes my pussy over my shorts. “I can feel that you want this. You’re so warm and I bet you’re wet under these little shorts from reading your slutty book. They’re probably so uncomfortable now. I can help you take them off.”
“Noooo…” I whine as he unbuttons my shorts. He pushes them down just enough to put his hand inside and over my pussy.
“Oh baby girl, you’re soaking.” He pushes a finger into my slit over my panties and makes contact with my slit.
“Mmmm…” I moan and try to twist away. “Please stop, John. I don’t like it.” I have a hard time forming a sentence as he rubs gently on my clit. I’m so dazed and limp that I can’t fight him.
“Your soaked panties say otherwise, baby.” He pulls his hand away and I whimper at the loss of sensation. “How about this? If you watch the video on the tv for 5 minutes, I’ll let you get up, okay?”
“O-okay…” I agree, trembling.
“Go on and open those eyes for me sweetie,” John coaxes me. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
I open my eyes to see on the screen to see the man fucking the woman. She is moaning uncontrollably as he fucks her from behind. I look directly in her eyes as she moans. The camera cuts to the man and his cock is in her asshole.
“Such a good girl,” John praises me. “You’re being so good for Daddy.” His hand enters my shorts again and he rubs my clit. I moan along with the girl on the tv. “I know, I know honey, it feels so good.”
I saw nothing as the man pulls out his cock and leaves a gaping hole behind. Another porn video starts. “Keep watching, baby,” John instructs me. “You still have another 2 minutes before I let you up.”
The new video shows a woman tied up and being fucked roughly by a man. She has a gag in her mouth and is drooling.
“Do you like watching her cunnie get fucked?” My step dad asks.
“Her… cunnie…?” I murmur, fixated on the way his cock is going in and out of her.
“Yes, her princess parts,” he explains. “Grown ups can call it cunt or pussy but little girls like you should call it cunnie or princess parts, understand?”
I say nothing and he stops rubbing my clit. “I asked you a question, baby girl. Do you understand that you shouldn’t use grown up words?”
“Um…” I have a hard time concentrating. “Yes.”
“Say “yes, Daddy” and I’ll let you up.” I feel some relief that this is about to be all over and I can go to my room and make myself cum on my own. I’m so wet and horny thanks to the porn and my step dad’s hand.
“Yes, Daddy.” My step dad kisses me on the cheek.
“Good girl,” he says before standing up. I fall limp back to the couch. I try to push myself up but it’s a struggle. My limbs feel so heavy and my head feels so light.
“Come on, baby girl,” John helps to move me onto my knees. “Go ahead and get on the pillow.” I look down at the floor and I see a pillow from the couch waiting for me. “I know how much you like to hump, honey, so go ahead. It’s okay. I want you to.” He coaxes me up on the pillow, helping to position my hips and I let him. I don’t know why but I can’t fight what’s happening.
“Good girl…” He hums. “Now show your Daddy how much you like to hump your pillow.” I look up at John and see how dark his eyes look once again. He towers over me and pets my hair. “Go ahead. Be a good girl for Daddy and hump to the porn.”
My hips stutter at the praise he gives me. He turns my head gently towards the tv and I begin to watch the next porn video. This girl is in a pink dress and the man has her over his lap, spanking her. I start to hump the pillow in rhythm with the slaps.
I can’t take my eyes off of the tv. I start to moan without much thought. I had never enjoyed this stuff before. Every romance book I read that included a Daddy kink made me uncomfortable.
“Doing so good, my baby girl,” step-daddy encourages me. “Pay attention to this next part really well and I’ll reward you. Okay?”
I nod and watch as a pink spiral begins to play on the tv and overlapping moans play. Both men and girls moaning and the pink spiral swirled nicely on the screen.
“That’s a good girl,” my step dad’s voice is suddenly next to my ear. “This is going to feel so good. Just focus on my voice and you’ll really like this, okay? I know you’ve always wanted this. You may not have known it but I did. That’s because I’m so much smarter. You’re a good girl but you weren’t always so smart.”
I feel my step daddy’s hands on my hips. He holds me in place and reaches around to touch my clit. I whimper at the contact. Every sensation makes me buzz. I feel entirely euphoric.
“Now I’m going to let you have an orgasm because you’ve been so good.” My step daddy rubs my clit achingly slow. “You just have to say “please, Daddy,” and you can cum.
Something in me remembers this is wrong. I pull my head back and rest it on his shoulder. His free hand grabs my neck and holds me tight to his chest. He pulls away from my clit and puts those fingers in my mouth.
“Shh honey,” he pumps his fingers between my lips. “Focus on how good this feels. Focus on me. All you need to say is please Daddy and I’ll let you have cummies.” He pulls his fingers from my mouth and starts to slowly rub my clit. The pressure is barely there.
“Please Daddy,” I say without hesitation.
“Oh very good girl!” He praises and my stomach feels butterflies. “But you need to look at the tv and say it.”
I whimper and slowly raise my head to look at the tv again. I feel so lightheaded I can barely breathe. My hips buck to meet his finger without my input. The pink spiral is still on and the moans have intensified.
“Be a good girl,” my Daddy spurs me on. “Just say please Daddy. You can do it.”
My head is filled with echos of the moans. No thoughts can form.
“Please Daddy!” I moan and beg.
“That's my good girl!” The praise feels just as good as his fingers. He gives a little more pressure and speed. “Cum for Daddy!”
My orgasm hits like a freight train. I am held tightly to Daddy as I cry and orgasm. I feel my pussy gush as he works me through it.
“Yes, very good. You did so good.” He murmurs as he kisses the side of my head. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
“Thank you…” I murmur, lost in the haze. He laughs softly in my ear.
I feel him help me lay down on the floor. He puts a pillow under my head and removes the one I had been humping. He holds it to his nose and sniffs deeply. I giggle a little at him.
He smiles down at me and unbuckles his belt. I feel my face slacken as a sense of dread fills me.
“It's okay, honey,” he soothes as he removes his clothes. “I’m not going to take your virginity. I gotta open you up first so you like it.” He kneels over me.
“Today I’m using your mouth,” he says as he lifts my head to put another pillow under it. “There you go.”
In front of my face is my step dad’s cock. “I know it's big,” he giggles. “But we’ve got all night.”
The Ties That Bind | Chapter 1 | Leon K./Reader & Chris R./Reader
Your blood was supposed to be the key to everything the world needed. You survived an experimental treatment that should have killed you — but it’s something powerful enough that the government, researchers and a desperate Umbrella fan-boy/ex-boyfriend would kill for.
When you agree to deliver a sample to a secure research facility in the Canadian wilderness, the only two capable enough to help in the daunting task are Leon S. Kennedy and Chris Redfield. Arvo—the man who once saved her life and nearly destroyed it — has returned. And this time, he intends to prove that they were never meant to be apart.
The tremors started small. First it was the twitch of a finger, then traveled up to the palm. Along with the shaking was numbness at the tips of each finger. You swore it was from the hours of typing at your desk that were the cause — your mother always did warn you to stop playing on computers so much. Not to much surprise, you would have an entire career that was revolved around the computer and now your life.
You had been hunched over at your desk staring at lab reports for several hours now. Blinds were closed at the window behind your desk and the glow from the screen illuminated your face. Tired eyes feverishly scanned the numbers and words that seemed to rattle on forever. The screen of your cellphone lit and a loud buzz shook the tabletop, “CR” flashed across the screen. Your eyes darted down but then right back up. Call ended and seconds after, it rang again.
Your hand reached to pick it up but it froze, fingers locked tight. “Great,” you muttered quietly, “That’s new.” You shook your hand several times in an attempt to wake it up. Nothing. A few more times — and it freed itself.
For now.
Behind the blinds was a different world. The afternoon sun hung partway in the sky as the city buzzed below, not a thought crossed any of their minds of the events that would transpire. You envied them almost. Most of those people probably had a family to greet at home, a spouse — maybe some kids and a pet. But you were tucked away in your office in a quiet government building. Most of the co-workers and management had cleared out by now, which left you relatively alone. Which is why you liked working late. Less interruption and less attention.
You leaned back in your seat and rubbed tired eyes. It was time to take a break from the screen; your feet tapped the floor and spun around to look at the spread of paperwork that littered the table behind. Lab results, emails, and the scribbles of a madwoman. All of them were about the same thing — your blood. Even after all this time—after all the pokes, the prods — the appointment reminders and financial payment plans... it was strange seeing your name listed as subject on clinical reports. Words stood out to you: “Stable. Abnormal. Antibodies.” It was enough to give anyone a headache. You yawned, stretched and rolled your neck as your attention focused on the folder that laid on top. Stamped in bold letters was the entire reason you had locked yourself away in your office — you hadn’t been home in days, even.
AUTHORIZATION
Months had been spent working with a private laboratory to analyze your blood and you were ready to hand it over to them. They were trusted by President Benford himself with breakthroughs in modern medicine. If the reports were correct and you felt that they were — it would lead to a breakthrough in the way the world tackled common ailments. Illnesses like cancer or as one eager scientist told you — the common cold! A cure. Or even just the start of one, a start of something that would better humanity.
But where there is good, there also is evil which lurked just beyond where the light finished. Your superiors ensured you that Umbrella and Tricell were a thing of the past. Gone. Dissolved. But when one head is cut off, another will eventually grow back. You’ve heard whispers of a new head, The Connections, but just the whispers in emails or department newsletters. A name and face that still haunted you to this day lingered in your mind — your nightmares. Arvo. He was there in the beginning and you were sure he’d be there in the end but the end hadn’t happened yet. And that is what scared you.
A sharp knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. Two firm raps, they sounded professional. You panicked slightly as you tucked papers away messily into the folder and spun around, “Uh-ah, come in.” The door opened and Leon Kennedy stepped inside. He looked exactly the same as you remembered. Maybe a little more tired around the eyes and a little more guarded — but his calm presence radiated just the same but possibly even more now. His gaze swept the office, his instincts checked for exits and abnormalities before they settled on you. “Good to see you again.”
You allowed a small smile and tucked a hanging hair behind your ear. “You too.”
Once he felt comfortable, he tucked his hands into his jacket pockets and strolled over to the table where the papers were. “So,” he said as he flipped open the folder and scanned the pages. “This is the famous blood sample that everyone’s been talking about?” His eyes lingered on some photos of you that seemed to be fairly old. You were younger, late teens — maybe early twenties. It was similar to a lineup — the first photo you looked ill. Dark circles held heavily under your eyes and your hair was thin. Next, a later date and you seemed to have improved. Hair thicker and the dark circles were less prominent. Last photo you looked nearly identical as you did now, albeit just a younger age.
”You could say its something like that.”
He leaned slightly against the desk and continued to study. “Hard to believe something so tiny could cause all this hubbub.” Your hand twitched again. A tiny tremor ran briefly through your fingers and you quickly hid it under your desk. Leon noticed — he always does. “You okay?” You nodded quickly, “Yeah. Just tired, y’know?” It wasn’t a total lie. Before he could catch you in a fib, your cellphone rang again. You silenced it and turned your attention back to Leon so he could finish whatever it was that he was going to say. Then it rang again. “Jesus, you’re popular.” He chuckled and pushed himself from the desk to look at your phone. “CR?” He raised a brow. You snatched it from the desk and put it in your pocket, “Don’t worry about it.” He was about to tell you that worrying about it was his job but a familiar voice came from the now opened door.
”You two planning on starting without me?” Chris Redfield stood in front of the two of you, his broad shoulders filled the doorway and an expression that wasn’t too thrilled. He stepped inside and took a seat at the chair to the right of the door. His gaze moved from you to Leon and landed on the files that were in Kennedy’s hand. “You been staying up late again?” He crossed his arms, “I was beginning to think you’d fallen asleep at your desk.” You sighed, “Someone has to orchestrate this whole thing and then understand it.” Chris nodded very slowly, “...Last time we said that, things went sideways pretty fast.” An awkward silence held in the air, that memory clearly still meant something to the three of you. The heaviness was almost too much to bear, someone had to break it —thankfully Leon was the first. “”Well,” he said quickly, “Good news...this mission should be a lot simpler.” Chris raised an eyebrow. “Escort a biohazard sample across the American-Canadian border to a remote research facility in the dead of winter?” His eyes bounced from Chris to you, “Sounds easy as pie.”
“Yeah. Sounds elementary to me.” The testosterone in the air was beginning to become nauseating and you needed to break the obvious tension that was building between the two men. You took the stack of papers from Leon and began to tap them neatly together on your desk, “The organization receiving the sample has been confirmed by the FBI, DSO and Chris’s own resources. Their labs are secure and trustworthy.” Chris wanted his turn with the information, he reached out for it and you handed it over. “It’s not them that I’m worried about...” he paused as his eyes landed on the same lineup of photos that Leon did, he knew something that Kennedy didn’t. “I’m worried about who else could be.”
Your heart skipped a beat which triggered another tremor. This time it was harder to control. Your fingers went cold and the blood seemed to drain from them. Leon noticed as it obviously alarmed you, “That’s the second time since I’ve been here.” He said as he took your hand in his. You quickly snatched it away and tucked it under your leg. “I told you, it’s nothing.” Your teeth gritted. “What’re you talking about?” Chris asked. “Her hand. It started shaking again.” Chris sucked in his lower lip, “I thought the doctor told you that symptoms wouldn’t return.”
You looked down, “They could only guess— but they are now.” The shaking began to travel up your arm to your shoulder and through your neck which then caused sudden head pain. It hadn’t traveled this far before. “I’m telling you. I’ll be fine.” Chris wasn’t convinced but there was no use in fighting at the moment. “Well, we’ll need to wrap up the loose ends and then get ready to head out in a few days.”
You nodded as you gathered your things to leave the building for the evening. Chris led the way and Leon you from behind. But unbeknownst to the three of you, an inconspicuous van was parked on the street right outside the front door. And inside, someone listened to every word that was exchanged in your office — all thanks to one tiny little microphone that was implanted onto the pocket of your coat.
