I too agree with that other anon that has a crush on u. Never met you but I too think youre amazing !! You are the best trash monkey 🦡 but also our trash monkey 🥰 [very offended they don’t have a raccoon emoji so a possum will have to do][at least I think it’s a possum?? Ksjdhshsbsj]
i’m not good at titling anything, but i’m especially not good at naming my drafts. just look at “birbwatching,” “what if we made it sadder,” and “space dad, more like space sad”
Pornstar ghost is so hot. Are they going to shoot again? Maybe reader has another shoot and ghost NEEDS to be her costar again
he's sick. caught something contagious and deadly, some sort of brain eating parasite. has to be.
he reaches out to the producer for your agent's number. badgers poor johnny about it loudly and with enough threats to make the devil squirm until he caves.
it sits wrong in his stomach.
he doesn't like it. doesn't like having it. doesn't like that he asked for it. doesn't like it.
it's not his business who he fucks (as long as he's fucking someone) and it sure as shit isn't his business to set up shoots. you sure as fucking shit aren't his business.
god but he can still feel you in his teeth, a corn kernel his tongue can't stop prodding at. he can't get you loose. you're swimming in his head like it's a damn summer retreat.
it makes him want to tear you apart.
his finger moves over the buttons, phone against his ear before he can wonder how long it'll take. your agent picks up on the second ring.
"Simon Riley," he grunts, the paper number crumpling in his fist, "she wants to try anything, I'm your first call."
Thinking about Honey badger!ghost and reader who likes to bite...
You've long since learned to tamp down your weird urges to bite people. Some odd form of cuteness aggression, you can't help but just...want to chomp. Especially when you see ghost.
Of course, you never do, but god is the urge there. You and him are sparring, more like grappling on the mats, and ghost's thick arm is locked around your neck. You can't stop yourself from biting down, jaw clenches tight, teeth tearing through...nothing?
Ghost chuffs in amusement above you, even as you bite down harder "it won't work, runt. Can hardly even feel those little stumps you call teeth."
...oh. oh, this is good.
From then on, you and ghost come to an agreement. He lets you bite and gnaw on him all you like, and in return help him groom his tail and fur he can't reach.
Sure, it gets you weird looks from anyone else in the room, but neither of you care. Especially not when you get to play with your new chew toy.
inexperienced!simon riley who doesn't know what to do with himself when you're straddling his lap, making out with him like you don't need to breathe.
he lets you take the lead, following your movements - good thing too, he doesn't even know what to do with his hands, until you guide them over your hips to settle at your waist. every time his thumbs brush higher he stops, like he's not sure he's allowed to move from the position you've placed him in.
he's been hard since you first slipped your tongue into his mouth, praying to a god he never believed in that you can't tell (you can) and he's resorted to imagining the time he accidentally ran over a badger when he was seventeen and first learned how to drive to try and stop himself cumming in his pants (it doesn't work).
one roll of your hips down against his and he's gone. stuttering apologies against your mouth as his cock twitches in his jeans, leaving an embarrassingly obvious wet patch on the blue denim.
the new invincible szn 4 trailer has sent me spiraling bc it reminded me how much i love MARK GRAYSON.. so much so, i've been thinking about grinding on his thigh while he coos in my ear and tells me how pretty and insatiable i am <33
the sunlight has hit the grayson's living room at just the right angle; it reflects off of the wooden floors, and right onto the side of your boyfriend's face-- highlighting the minimal freckles that have been strung across his skin like god took his time with the boy, and the dimples that have indented his cheeks so deeply they almost look like they hurt.
god, mark was just so pretty--!
so of course, you couldn't help but throw yourself onto his lap (mark far too engrossed in whatever video game was currently badgering the television screen), and begin to slowly drag your clothed cunt against your boyfriend's thick, muscle-y thigh-- seeking his touch, his presence, and his cock all at once.
it takes mark a few seconds to realize what his desperate little girlfriend is doing; but once he does, he adjusts himself deeper into the couch and abandons his game controller, palms finding simple rest on your waist.
"my poor girl," he whispers against the shell of your ear, gentle hands guiding your cunt along the span of his leg, "you couldn't wait, huh? just needed me that bad?"
when you nod, desperately and swallowing thickly-- mark grins. it's the type of smile that makes your heart (and pussy) throb. "that's okay," mark says lowly, lips connecting to your jaw.
your hips stutter at the contact, and you're whining before you can even think to protect what little dignity you have left. "mark,"
"sometimes i jus' have to let my baby fuck herself on my leg-- make herself feel good, right? don't you feel so good?"
"o-oh, fuck, yea-- mark, s'so good, you feel so good,"
mark's moving his leg now; bumping it up and down, adding to the stimulation of your swollen clit teasingly. "that's right, baby," he confirms, lips moving south to suck on your pulse-point.
you can't help it-- your orgasms sneaks up on you with such force, your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and your finger-nails are digging into your boyfriend's biceps angrily-- bliss and pleasure erupting from you cunt. "i'm-- hoooly shit, mark, i'm cumming,"
"yeah," mark soothes, running his hands up and down the sides of your torso comfortingly as your orgasm washes over you, "cum on my thigh, pretty girl, jus' like that," he swallows, and presses a litter of kisses all over your face as you begin to come down from your orgasm. you blink sleepily at him, the sunlight that has dusted itself across the grayson's house suddenly causing exhaustion to rattle itself through your bones. "hey, don't get sleepy yet baby," he whispers, moving you to lay back onto the plush of the couch.
he stands, only to hover himself over your frame-- his own absolutely absorbing yours in size.
"want you to cum all over my cock like that first."
Varang x RDA Engineer!Fem!Human!Reader | On Your Nerves
Synopsis: Being an engineer in Bridgehead wasn't the best job in the world. But it had its upsides. Until the Mangkwan showed up and made it the worst job you've ever had. They just kept breaking things, and when you finally had enough you dared to confront Varang. Unfortunately instead of solving your problem you just caught her attention and got yourself a whole new headache.
Content Warnings: Smut!, Dubcon due to Intoxication and Reader flip-flopping between wanting it and not, top Varang, biting, choking, rough Varang, pain during sex, mean Varang, Fingering reader receiving, Oral both receiving dehumanizing pet names, size difference, brief nipple play, Varang being a menace, manhandling, possessive Varang, light injury during sex, Reader can't decide whether they hate Varang or want her.
You are so close to ripping somebodies head off you swear to god. Ever since those big blue fucks dropped into Bridgehead unannounced your workload has doubled. Why has it doubled? Because those asses keep breaking things!
Everyday the Mangkwan some-fucking-how find something else to wreck. They keep finding new things, and since they don’t know what those things are or do their first instinct is to try and take it apart. Which they are unfortunately very capable of.
You kept trying to remind yourself at first that it was just curiosity, it would wind down and they’d stop trying to figure out how air-con units worked via trying to pry the casing off of them. But it’s taking too damn long!
You and your colleagues have been running around, not only fixing tech that the military teams somehow manage to fuck over, but also whatever new ‘toy’ the Mangkwan have gotten their hands on, for weeks!
And those bastards even have the nerve to look over your shoulder as you fix their messes, you can feel their goddamn breath on your neck. And Quaritch, the colossal jack-ass, hasn’t lifted a finger to help. You’ve been badgering him to control the stray dogs he brought back, but he just shrugs his shoulders.
- Nothin’ I can do bout it. They’re curious is all, no harm done. - he used the same excuse every single time. No harm done? No harm done!? They wrecked an AMP suit once! Fully took the thing apart to take a look at the components! And didn’t even bother to try and put it back together, no that was left for your team to clean up!
So you’ve admittedly gotten mouthy with them. It started as under your breath curses, but for some reason it didn’t feel satisfying that their faces were blank, or even curious, as you were hurling insults. No, you needed them to understand that you were cussing them and their mothers out.
Which lead to you dusting off your old ’Na’vi language for dummies’ book you bought when you were still a bit more optimistic about this whole ‘living on Pandora’ thing. Before you’d learned that basically all Na’vi would put an arrow through your skull on sight. And specifically brushed up on the insults section.
And oh, the first time you’d yelled at one of those dumbasses because they ripped the hood off of a truck was priceless. One of them jumped so high in the air as your voice rung out.
Yeah it was bloody terrifying as they got in your face about it, but a mix of anger, arrogance and pride made you hold your ground. Even with an obsidian knife too close for comfort. You kept reminding yourself ‘There are cameras around here, and killing me would spark a conflict. Their mere existence is already getting on Ardmore’s nerves.’.
Eventually the small group got tired of huffing and puffing at a human who wouldn’t budge to their intimidation efforts and left. Even if most of the reason for you not breaking eye contact was pure adrenaline.
- I had to take a second and just, sit down in the ground for a bit after they left. I swear my legs were soo wobbly! - you recounted, with a slight manic joy, to your buddy Tim. Tim for his part was holding his head in his hands.
- You are going to get yourself killed. - the words barely squeezed out of the coding nerd’s throat as he rubbed his hands over his temples in circles.
- I doubt that bud. Plus, wouldn’t you be tired if you had to run from one side of Bridgehead to the other just to fix the fuck ups of those big blue bastards? - you countered, taking another bite of the slightly damp sandwich you’d packed for lunch. How did it even get damp?
- Of course I’d be tired, but I would prefer to keep my head on my shoulders instead of taunting death! - he shot you a particularly exasperated look, his lungs lightly wheezing around his sentence.
- I’m going to be fine man. I doubt they’d do anything. - you tried reassuring him. Maybe telling him about your morning escapade wasn’t a good idea. He looked like he needed a cigarette or something. Too bad smoking was prohibited in the cafeteria.
- I hope so… - you heard him mutter under his breath as he went back to his barely touched lunch. He looked dejected, kind of like a kicked and anxious dog.
- Look, I’ll only whip out the insults when absolutely necessary, okay? - you tried to cheer him up a little, get his mood up. He looked at you like he doubted it.
Admittedly Tim was right to doubt you. You quickly developed a habit of yelling at the Mangkwan. It even got to the point where Quaritch himself was trying to get you to stop. Apparently you were making the Mangkwan ‘restless’ and ‘angrier than usual’. Well tough fucking shit, he should’ve done something before you took matters into your own hands.
But those big bastards are just not taking the fucking hint. Hell, it’s not even a hint at this point! You have literally yelled at them so many times for them to fucking stop tearing things apart. And it feels like they’ve only began doing it more to piss you off specifically.
So given the fact that Quaritch has elected not to do dick about this- you’ve decided to escalate. You just hope you’ll get to keep your head on your shoulders after this.
It’s easy to spot her. The leader of the Mangkwan, Varang, has always stood out. From the moment she arrived at Bridgehead she’s made quite the impression, what with that confident stance and those bright feathers. That and she is admittedly very physically attractive, even with the odd bodily quirks the Na’vi have.
Wait- focus goddammit! You will not be distracted because of a pretty woman. You came here to confront her and get Varang to reign in her maniacs, so quit dilly dallying.
You bolster your confidence by reminding yourself just how much her people have been a pain in the ass for you. By the time you walk over to where she’s standing you are fuming. You don’t even care she’s talking to somebody else and facing away from you.
- Varang. - you speak with gritted teeth, the words grind against each other on their way out of your throat. - Care to talk? Your morons have been causing problems.
Her head swings to look at you over her shoulder, ears perked but expression miffed. Like you are an annoying bug.
- Leave. - she says simply, like she can just boss you around as she sees fit. Oh you’ll show her how annoying you can fucking be. You move into her line of sight, forcing her focus back on you.
- I am not fucking leaving until you get your little devotees in line. - you hold eye contact with her as the venomous words leave your mouth. You hear the Na’vi you’ve put your back to move, but a slight raise of Varang’s hand makes them cease.
- And what has my clan been doing? - there’s intrigue in her eyes you would rather ignore, ears perked and tail swaying almost idly. But the moment she fully turns her attention to you the atmosphere feels charged.
- They’ve been breaking any machine they can get their hands on! I swear- before you lot showed up it was just general maintenance and getting a repair call like- 3 times a week at most! - your voice steadily raises, you can’t keep the little bit of calm you had. - And now I am running around fixing shit they broke every fucking day! Tell them to keep their damn hands off of things when they don’t know what they are!
You see Varang’s eyes widen an increment during your little tirade. She blinks twice while you catch your breath.
- Have you not told them off yourself? - her tone is teasing as she slightly leans down. If she had an eyebrow to arch you’d bet that it would be. You feel like a child she is talking down to.
- You think I haven’t?! I’ve been yelling at them all week! Throwing out every curse I know at the fucks! - you fling your arms out sideways as a way to let out at least a little of your exasperation. God fucking dammit you are sick and tired of people not taking you seriously.
- That was you? - Varang leans down further, getting in your space. There’s a grin on her face that makes you want to punch her as you track her eyes sweeping up and down your figure. Not a goddamn word you said got through her thick skull did it?
- You know what? Fuck this! Fuck this entire thing if you aren’t going to do anything I’m fucking leaving! - you start storming off halfway through the sentence, not bothering to look behind you. Completely missing the intrigued look in Varang’s eyes.
You get a call from your boss before you even exit the Mangkwan camp. You almost throw the damn device to the ground when you hear the ringtone. Instead you let out a smothered yell before you pick up, knowing damn well what it’s about.
- Where and what did they break? - you growl into the receiver without even greeting your superior. The moment they tell you the details you hang up and speed walk over to where you left your tool kit, heavy boots thumping on the ground all the while.
The tools clank inside the box with every step. Anger makes you breathe so heavily your mask gets fogged. Fuckers had torn almost all the casing off of an outdoor electrical panel. You practically toss your tool box onto the ground when you get to it.
You keep cursing under your breath as you try to put the blasted thing back together without causing some sort of outage. Or getting electrocuted. Although getting electrocuted would mean no more of this. Hm. Dilemma.
You thought that your talk with Varang was completely fruitless, just like when you tried to knock some sense into Quaritch’s head. But it seems it wasn’t. It just didn’t bear fruit in the way you’d hoped.
Because Varang keeps popping up wherever you go! Air-con unit needs fixing? Somehow she’s right there to just- observe as you fiddle with the thing. You have to slap her hands away as she tries to poke around herself. She just giggles in response.
Random broken pipe that was clearly hit with a blade? There too and you’d bet money on her being the one that slashed it! Mostly because she is holding a curved obsidian blade and blinking at you as if she’s innocent.
Workshop that you swear you locked yesterday? Guess what! She’s standing in the middle of it like a horror movie slasher first thing in the morning. You don’t even know how she could’ve gotten in there! There’s only one door! That you locked!
And it’s the worst when she just grabs a random tool out of your tool box, or the one that was in your hand, and holds it just above your head. Moving it out of your reach when you jump to grab it like she’s a schoolyard bully.
You can’t even ignore her, because if you do then she starts poking and pushing you until you blow up at her. And that absolute shit eating grin she wears makes you want to strangle her. You swear she enjoys seeing you mad.
Your physical retaliations don’t do shit. You try to push or shove her away she either doesn’t budge or comes back into your field of view a millisecond after. You throw either a spare part or a tool at her and she dodges like it’s nothing. You try to punch her and suddenly she’s grabbed both arms and is holding them so far up your toes can barely touch the ground. Although given her height it really isn’t that far off the ground…
But in all honesty, the worst thing her presence has done is somehow ostracise you from your coworkers. You don’t know exactly how or why its happened, but they’ve started avoiding you.
Colleagues who would call you up for help stopped talking to you overnight. Buds who would previously throw a friendly hand around your shoulder or rested their arm on your head teasingly now kept an arm’s length away. Your boss invited everybody on the team drinking, except you. You only learned about it because Tim was checking if the cameras worked at the right moment.
When you tried getting to the bottom of the issue, tried asking what you did wrong, you’d either be answered with silence or they would point the finger at Varang.
She’d been vaguely threatening them, throwing dirty looks over your shoulder when you aren’t looking. Hissing and slamming them into walls after they touched you. The thought that she has been following you without you even knowing sends a chill down your spine.
Quaritch had advised your coworkers to just stay away from you. So now he steps in huh? Fucking ass hat.
- I swear I am this close - you press your fingers firmly together - to trying to shoot her if I get my hands on a gun!
- And that is why you will never be given a gun. - Tim says, half teasing half serious. You are thankful he decided to stick around. It’s a pleasant surprise with his more skittish demeanour around the Na’vi that he out of all people stayed in your circle.
Probably because he deals in software and not hardware. He’s not running around all over the place like you, so you are barely seen outside together. It’s mostly chatting during lunch breaks or throwing messages to each other digitally if you can’t find the time to meet. There’s no way for that maniac to even know he’s in your circle.
- Just…pass me the damn beer… Today has been…a day filled with her… - your anger suddenly got doused in exhaustion as you slumped onto Tim’s coffee table. You just needed to unwind. God it really felt like you were back at school getting picked on by a boy your parents insisted just liked you. But at least now you could drink legally. Hooray.
Tim wordlessly slid a can over to you as he plopped onto the couch. You half-heartedly popped the tab and took a long sip.
- Anything else ya wanna talk about or should we go on with the ‘shitty horror movies’ marathon we planned? - you pretended to gasp in offence when Tim said that.
- The Scream franchise is not ‘shitty horror movies’, they are pretty good! - you tried to convince him for the last time before you let the old movie run.
- It’s a damn relic is what it is! I don’t even know how you managed to get your hands on the films. They are ancient! Literally digital fossils! - Tim retorted, jokingly intense before you hit play.
The fact you’d already seen the movies, and just how fast you were going through the beer, let your mind drift. And no matter how hard you tried to steer it in another direction, it always landed on thinking about Varang.
You wanted to bash her skull in. But that was clearly off the table with how much shorter you are, and also the fact she was an experienced warrior and you were…not that. How else could you deal with her? You’d already tried making Quaritch do something, but he just told you ‘tough shit’. Cheeky bastard using your own words against you.
As you keep drinking your thoughts wander into…unwanted territory. Varang’s laugh was pretty and she looked cute when she was almost doubling over from giggling. Would be a lot nicer of a picture if she wasn’t laughing at your expense.
Fuck even the mean teasing face and words get you riled up in more ways than one. You do like it when women are a little mean to you. But Varang interfering with your job crosses the damn line.
So what if your hand has drifted into your underwear because of thoughts that consisted of how her larger hands would feel on your body? How her teeth could leave a mark on you so easily? How maybe you wanted to hear that mocking little laugh while you squirmed under her? Maybe you wanted her to pin you down as you struggled.
Not that you plan to act on any of these urges. But a girl can fantasise can’t she? Fuck…you are glad the flush on your cheeks can be blamed on the alcohol. You are pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to live it down if Tim clocked your little crush on the biggest menace in your life.
Tim’s ring tone thankfully snaps you out of your thoughts. He paused the movie before you could think about doing it yourself.
- Yeah what is it? … Can’t anybody else deal with it? … Well, we’re watching a movie and she is going a bit too hard on the alcohol. … Well she isn’t getting out there. Buh-bye. - Your buddy sighed heavily as he tossed the device down onto the couch again.
- What was it? - you said, mouth semi-full of popcorn. When did Tim bring popcorn? And when did you shove some into your mouth?
- Don’t worry bout it. - he said quickly…way too quickly…
- Whatcha hiding from me? - you playfully crawled to his side, getting in his face. A giggle slipped as you overshot a little and ended up laying half on top of him.
- Miss Pyromaniac’s crew broke something. Again. - you groaned when he explained.
- Again?! I’ve been fixing stuff all day! - your complaints got semi-muffled by his shoulder as you buried your face into it. - Whyyyy do they keep breaking things!
- Mayyybe it’s because someone keeps antagonising them? You ever thought of that ya little gremlin? - Tim grabbed and tugged at your cheeks teasingly.
- Well- One of us has the damn balls to confront the fuckers! - you scrambled for a little bit to find words which could somewhat act as a counterpoint, slapping his hands away clumsily.
- You confronted Varang once and chickened out halfway through. And ever since then somebody has been getting harassed by her! - Tim flawlessly constructed his argument. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
- Then I’ll confront her again! Tell her what’s what! - liquid courage has made you more brazen. You practically launch off of the couch, almost take your ankle out with the table and start tugging on your boots at the front door.
- Woah hey! No- No! Bad idea! - Tim rushes over to you the moment he realises what you are going to do. Even steadies you by the shoulders as you hop on one foot trying to tug your second boot on. You don’t even bother lacing them before you are trying to shove your face into your mask.
- Hey- Hey! You can’t just go and pick a fight with Varang again! Didn’t you say you wanted to avoid her?! Plus you are so drunk you might break something! Let’s get you back on the couch. - He tries to coax you. You elbow him in the chest to break from his grip.
- No! I’m fucking going! I am sick of her! Sick of this! Sick of running around like a chicken without a head! - you manage to wrestle the front door open as Tim is still trying to catch his breath from the hit. Slamming it in his face as you make it into the hallway.
You catch a glimpse of him trying to negotiate with the wires and cords of his exo pack when you turn the corner. You manage to get yours on properly by pure luck just as the air lock opens up and lets you loose upon Bridgehead.
The floodlights are already making your head ache. You can feel the alcohol in your veins. How your reactions have slowed, how your steps feel airy and floaty, how you barely even have a plan as you are clumsily marching over to the Mangkwan camp.
Tim catches up with you halfway through, tries to persuade you to turn back, to just go back and continue the movie marathon. But you are inebriated and currently hell bent on giving that pyromaniac a piece of your mind about her behaviour.
He gets more twitchy, more frantic the closer you get to the camp.
- Quit being a coward! Or go be one anyyyywhere else! - you shove him away from you when he tries steering you back to his place by the shoulders.
- Well this coward is trying to keep your skin un-flayed! - he latches onto your arm. Before you can tear yourself out of his grip again a low hiss sounds out and you both still.
It’s almost comedic how you hold eye contact for a second before slowly turning your heads to the side. And your anger is immediately re-directed as you spot Varang advancing towards you two.
- There you are you fucking- Argh! I don’t even know which insult to throw at you! - her gaze switches over to you instead of Tim when you find your voice amidst the alcohol. There’s the start of that infuriating smile that you don’t know if you hate. The one that fits better if she was looking at a cute animal.
That smile drops when she refocuses on Tim’s grip on you. Her tail goes rigid and ears pin back, she even bears her teeth. Thankfully your friend gets the hint and lets go. To you however, seeing that little intimidation display is infuriating.
- Ey! Eyes over here you giant thorn in my ass! - you keep letting out your frustration as you close the distance between you two. However being distracted by looking at Varang’s admittedly pretty face, your drunken self is more clumsy than expected.
One of your feet catches on the other. At first you stumble, and then go careening towards the ground. Instead of the expected pain of falling on the concrete arms catch you under the armpits and hoist you up to Varang’s eye level.
The speed of the action is nauseating and you feel the need to cover your mouth as the world spins. You curl up on yourself as much as you can and clench your eyes shut to hopefully stop the motion sickness sooner. You feel Varang’s breath on you, hear her repeatedly take in air.
- Have you drank alcohol? - she finally asks you. You manage to wrestle past the nausea to shoot her a dirty look.
- Oh what clued you into that one genius? Did you smell it on my breath? - you gather the most sarcastic words you can in your current state. Current state being trying to suppress gagging because Varang is holding onto your torso a little tight and is putting a bit too much pressure on your stomach.
- I cannot smell your breath with the mask, silly thing~ - and here comes the teasing tone again! You roll your eyes. At least she’s courteous enough to lean your body against her torso so you aren’t dangling or getting your organs pressed on.
Tim is frozen in place looking like a deer in headlights, watching you use Varang’s shoulder like a support structure to look her in the face. Purely for more effective squabbling and definitely not because her smile is a little pretty.
You don’t even notice you two are moving as you continue trying to metaphorically chew her ear off about various things.
- Like seriously! Five ffffucking air cons in one week! You are doing it on purpose I know it! - the words almost slur as you point an accusatory finger at Varang’s face. You don’t know if the resulting giggle makes you want to punch or kiss her. You go for a punch to the shoulder, even if you are pretty sure it didn’t do anything to her.
- Feisty little thing. - Varang continues to ignore what you are actually saying, it makes you fume. You bat away her other hand when it tries to stroke your hair.
- Ugh! You aren’t even listening to me! - you fling your arms up, upsetting your balances and forcing Varang to manage your entire weight when she dips past the entrance of a tent. Or is it actually more of a yurt?
Nausea assaults you again during the movement. You are vaguely grateful for how gently Varang sets you down onto…furs? You look down and run your hands up and down the material. Yup…thats fur. Huh.
- Adorable. - your brain admittedly short circuits when Varang cups your jaw to bring your gaze back to her. It takes a while for you to even realise what she just called you. You can feel yourself blushing, and react the only way you can in that moment.
- S-shut up you- you annoying- annoying… - you lose your train of thought when Varang pulls your shirt up over your head. It takes a second of looking down at your only covered by a bra torso for it to click. - Why’d you take off…my shirt?
Okay maybe things didn’t click that well as you only registered the absence of the clothing and not the fact that Varang was looking at you with a certain hunger. As usual Varang ignores what you have to say, instead tilting your chin up and littering kisses around your neck.
The action forces a semi-confused moan out of you. It morphs into a gasp when her mouth opens and you can feel her teeth around both sides of your throat. You shudder and try not to whimper as you feel the heat and humidity of her exhale and how her fangs press ever so slightly into your skin.
Fuck…one flex of her jaw muscles and she’d be able to tear out your trachea. Your eyelashes flutter as you inhale shakily. Her holding you like a predator ready to choke out their prey was not a part of your fantasies before but you have a feeling it will be now.
Reality only comes back into focus when you feel her fingers sneak under the waistband of your pants.
- No…stop…I’m- I’m trying to be mad at you… - the effort to get her to stop is half hearted, fuelled mainly by confusion at the turn of events. - Why- why do you even want to…?
Your body jerks as her teeth lightly scrape your skin when she pulls back. Varang licks a stripe up your neck as a form of soothing the raised skin she leaves in her wake. You barely notice your pants slipping off before they catch on your haphazardly put on shoes.
- You are too cute not to take. - Varang lowers you onto your back on her bedding, the new position combined with your head leaning back gives her more freedom to nip at your neck and around your clavicle. You try tugging her away by the braids when she gets close to your breasts.
She only chuckles as your clumsy grip can barely do anything to her. Then Varang starts fiddling with your bra, trying to figure out how to take it off. You debate helping her. Varang is hot, even if you would prefer not to admit it. And you can’t deny you are enjoying the dominance she is displaying.
Fuck it. You’ve done stupider things while drunk. A one night stand with Varang won’t be that big of a problem. Probably.
You reach behind yourself to try and unclip it. However your currently un-dextrous fingers can’t seem to manage with the clasp. You groan in impatience and grab one of Varang’s hands, bringing it to the clasp so she can undo it herself.
It takes a moment of fiddling but she unclips it, then very enthusiastically slides it off of you. Next thing you know her rough tongue and sharp teeth are pressing into your tits. You can’t help but arch into her mouth a little more as she puts a nipple between her teeth and bites down a bit.
You whine in impatience while squeezing your legs together to try and alleviate some of the ache. God dammit why is she still going at your chest? You are pretty sure you are going to look like you got into a fist fight with somebody if she keeps sucking hickeys into your skin.
- Can’t you be faster with this? I am not a chew toy! - you complain, maybe a bit too loudly in volume, as you try pushing her face away from your boobs. They already feel sore because of Varang.
When you finally manage push her face away from your chest you try to shimmy out of your underwear, you smack Varang’s hand when she tries to take over the task. You can take off your own panties dammit!
You are greeted by Varang’s heavily amused face when you look back up and causes you to immediately question why you are even going along with this. She almost looks like she’s trying to hold back laughter and you want to smack that grin off her face.
- So pouty! - she cups your face through the mask and coos at you.
- Yeah yeah, you find me cute when I’m mad I get it! - You huff in response. - Are we doing this or not? Because if not I’m getting my clothes back on and walking outta here.
- Such an impatient little pet. - Varang utters with a certain fondness as she starts tugging her own clothes off.
- Wuh- Hey! I’m not your damn pet you- you… - okay you have to admit that tits in your face are a good way to get you to shut up. You are immediately distracted as you reach up to feel Varang’s breasts.
They are firmer than you expected, you end up tracing a noticeable indent running along where the leather strap was. Varang shivers from the gentle touch. Her hand now finally free from undoing all of her clothing traces the skin of your tummy, venturing closer and closer to where you ache for her.
What is supposed to be a gentle caress to Varang’s nipple turns into a rough pinch when the pleasure from her finally touching your clit startles you. Her yelp is piercing and if it wasn’t for her chest pushing further into your hands you would’ve jerked back.
It takes a second, but you pinch her again, this time purposefully. Varang lets out a low moan as she starts stroking your clit again. You grind down into her hand as you try to keep enough neurons firing in order to twist, tug, and knead at her breasts.
She gets meaner with touching you, as if trying to get some revenge. Her fingers get rougher, faster, she starts pinching and tugging at your clit in random intervals. Your moans, whimpers and whines mix with each other.
You gasp in surprise and a bit of pain as Varang’s fingers unexpectedly try to shove themselves into your hole. You lose coordination of your arms, they try their best to wrap around Varang’s torso, your nails sink into her back.
- T-try with one… - you barely push the words out with Varang still trying to force two fingers into you. You might’ve been very, very wet but that doesn’t mean you were stretched enough to take two of her admittedly large fingers.
After a growl of annoyance she listens to you for the first time. You’ve gotta admit you didn’t expect to get through to her, believing she’d continue to try and shove two into you until your body yielded to her. Although that is an enticing thought.
One finger thankfully sinks in without resistance, but holy did you not expect it to feel that big. Or get so deep that it pressed against your cervix. The dull pain of that got you to kick Varang in the side as well as dig your nails further into her back.
Varang got the hint and backed up a little bit. Idle moans and sighs escaped from you as she stroked the soft walls of your cunt to try and get you to open up for her. You whined and spread your legs wider when you believed you could maybe take a second.
She shoved it in without hesitation. You barely swallowed your whimper as you felt the burn of it. Your hands scored scratches into Varang’s back, paint and ash getting stuck under your fingernails. She didn’t let you get used to the stretch, just started pounding at you the moment you took her to the knuckle.
You sobbed, almost begged her to stop but your pride didn’t allow you to. So you just lay there and clenched at her digits, almost screamed as her thumb made contact with your clit. You tried to hide your expression in your shoulder, some residual shame of crying making you try to hide.
- No, look. Look at me. I want to see you unravel. I want to see my new pet cum. - Varang’s free hand took hold of your mask and made you hold eye contact. Maybe it was the predatory smile on her face, maybe it was the authority in her voice or maybe it was a particularly mean press against your clit. But you broke the moment she finished her sentence.
Her sharp intake of breath was followed by her pupils widening as she felt your insides pulse around her. More tears slipped and blurred your vision as Varang made you ride the sensations out. She stopped only when your pussy stopped clenching around her, even you kicking and shoving at her didn’t stop her fingers from working away until you went utterly limp.
Your mask ended up so fogged over you can’t even see what that shuffling you’re hearing actually is. You almost tug it up to disperse the moisture but Varang redirects your hands away from it. Oh yeah you needed that to breathe, bad idea to take it off.
You fiddle with the fingers of her dry hand as the one that was inside you is smearing your own juices along your stomach as Varang caresses it back and forth.
- Wan- want me to return the favour? - you attempt to push yourself up onto your elbows, even with your currently poor coordination. One arms gives out and you tumble onto your side halfway through.
- How would you do that pet? - her laugh makes your skull buzz. You almost forget to try forming a reply when she starts scratching at your scalp.
- I can eat you out. - your eyes flick to her thighs, you can see the slick running down them. Fuck, you wonder how she would taste, how those muscled thighs would feel around your head.
- Silly little thing. You cannot with your mask in the way. And you need it to breathe. - how condescending her voice is sends a shiver up your spine. The good kind though, the kind that has you rubbing your thighs together immediately after it passes.
- Then lean back, I’ll- just let me try something. - you manage to get up onto hands and knees, albeit swaying slightly. Varang indulges you, leaning back as you asked and supporting her weight with her hands. Her legs spread open like an invitation and your mouth waters.
You almost dip your head down to taste her on instinct, but remember halfway through the motion that you can’t. Okay, it’s okay you can play that off as stumbling while crawling over to her. Although her chuckle tells you maybe that didn’t really work…
And now for your idea. It takes a bit of moving around to get the right angle but you manage to manoeuvre your legs around hers in such a way that you can slot your pussy right over hers. You try focusing on her facial expression instead of the burning heat of her.
The small groan and her eyelids fluttering tell you all you need to know. You bite your tongue in concentration as you begin grinding against her, trying to make sure both your clits meet with every jerk of your hips.
Halfway through, just as Varang’s moans are beginning to slip out alongside yours, she grabs hold of your hips and takes over the movement. Without a way to balance properly you fall forward onto her chest. The way she’s squeezing your hips with her hand makes your bones ache but you can’t find it in yourself to care at the moment.
Now your hands are finally free to play with Varang’s breasts again. She starts whining as you knead at the flesh and tease her nipples. You wish you could put them in your mouth, you want to bite her, see what kind of noise she’d make if you did.
For now you substitute for licking the inside of your mask and pretending you are mouthing at Varang’s tits. Her head leans back with a groan when she sees it and she moves you against herself harder.
Your hips jerk in her hold, desperation building as your orgasm builds up. You whine for it so loud you think your mask vibrates against Varang’s chest. Her arm suddenly seizes up, you can feel how her cunt clenches around nothing. You keep moving against her, her high pitched moans are music to your ears.
Your spine goes ramrod straight as you cum after her, you can feel how her thighs strain just so she doesn’t slam them shut around you. There is no doubt that your combined juices are soaking into the bedding.
You end up halfheartedly grinding a little bit more before falling limp. She takes a deep breath when she lays down fully, you can still feel her pussy twitch against yours. You nuzzle into her sternum, satisfied and very sleepy.
The pounding headache wakes you up before it’s even dawn. Fuck…you shouldn’t have drank so much. You groan, trying to shove your face further into whatever softness you are laying on. A vaguely displeased noise makes you crack an irritated eye open.
The sight before you is enough for you to shoot up, despite how much it makes your head spin. Oh you need an ibuprofen so bad right now. You swear the pain in your head doubles as you register just whose belly you were cozied up to in your sleep.
Varang. What the fuck did you do last night to end up in her bed of all places? Your tacky thighs stick to hers, you can practically smell the dried slick from both of you even through the air filter. You try to gather what memories you do have as you look down at your body.
Oh my lord, you really do look like you got into a fist fight with somebody crazy enough to use their teeth. You take a deep breath. Okay, this is fine. Not the first time you’ve gotten drunk and done something you regretted. You’ll just slowly untangle your limbs.
You freeze in place as Varang shifts, you almost resort to praying that she’s still asleep when you see her hand blindly searching for something. It goes on for a second before the movement stops. Instead of splayed out like a starfish she’s now curled up, like she’s spooning somebody who isn’t there.
The sight makes you reconsider for a second. You did have sex with her, it’s a real shitty move to leave without even saying goodbye, and somehow the lack of the headdress makes her look uniquely vulnerable. The space between her arms and torso looks so comfortable too. But she did fuck a drunk person with full knowledge that they weren’t sober.
You remind yourself that she most likely doesn’t have an emotional attachment to you, you were just a one night stand of opportunity. You keep repeating that thought like a mantra as you begin the scavenger hunt for your clothes.
You are just entertainment to Varang, nothing more. Just somebody she can torment with no consequences and has funny reactions. Just a metaphorical, or well now literal, chew toy.
You almost turn around and return to Varang, almost sneak your way in-between her arms. But you grit your teeth and walk out, not bothering to tie your boots for the second time.
You are thankful that there aren’t really any Mangkwan out and about at this hour while you sneak out of their settlement. You definitely reek of Varang and you aren’t ready for the kinds of looks they’d give you if they caught both their Tsahik’s scent and the evidence of what you’d both done.
You dig around in your pockets to find your keys as you stand at your front door, thankfully they were in there. The first thing you do after hanging the mask up by the door is root around in your medicine cabinet for something to help with the hangover. Then after that you ignore all the notifications from a panicked Tim to send a message to your boss.
It’s a simple ‘Not coming in today’. Then you toss the device onto your bed and throw your clothes onto the floor. You need a shower. The temperature is as high as you can handle, you hope it’s enough to make you forget her touch. Maybe another night of drinking will help.
You don’t bother with a bathrobe, just haphazardly go over your body with a towel and drop onto your bed. Fuck. You fucked up majorly.
Why did you go along with Varang’s wishes? You know she’ll just use that encounter as more ammunition to mess with you. It makes you want to put a gun to her head, just thinking about how she took advantage of you.
Why could’t she have been anybody else? Somebody who doesn’t get on your nerves daily maybe? Somebody who doesn’t interfere with your job and create more workload? Somebody who doesn’t drive your friends away?
Or could she just- not do that? At all? You’d be fine with banging Varang if she didn’t do any of what she’s done to get under your skin.
But no. Nope! Life just decided you needed a situation ship with the person you currently hate the most.
You tug a pillow over your head and scream into it. And now you are back to the tricks you used in high school when you wanted to beat people up but couldn’t because you didn’t want to go to juvie. Amazing.
You hope you weren’t being too much of an ass when you left Varang to wake up to an empty bed. Wait, why the fuck do you care about that? Varang has no consideration for your feelings so why should you give hers any importance?! You shake your head, trying to dislodge the traitorous thoughts.
You should text Tim back, he is 100% worried sick about you, probably won’t even try to sleep until he hearts from you. You huff an almost humourless laugh at the idea of Tim buzzing from 8 coffees just to stay awake. A conversation with him will probably clear your head some too. It will give you something to focus on that isn’t Varang at the very least.
-
Varang doesn’t wake up how she expects to. She thought there would be a small body either in her embrace or using some part of her body as a pillow. Instead when she opens her eyes you are nowhere to be found.
So she sits up and cranes her neck, maybe you rolled out of the furs or are snuggled somewhere behind her. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes when she can’t see you anywhere on her bed.
Varang scans the rest of her yurt. Are you snooping around her things? Maybe looking for something that could help with a hangover? But no matter where she looks or how much she strains her ears to try and hear the shuffle of somebody digging in herbs or the characteristic stomping walk of a human she can’t detect anything.
Your scent is faded too, only trace amounts of it clinging to her body and the bedding. Its unfortunately hard to sense underneath her own scent and that of smoke and herbs. Her ears pin back out of irritation.
Was this some sort of payback? Were you being petty because she broke a couple things you fixed with ease? Or were you called into work? No, that can’t be right. Varang got up and rummaged around in some stuff Quaritch had left in her yurt, looking for the digital clock.
The screen of it read 6:30 once she figured out how to turn it on. Quaritch had told her that humans usually begin work at around 8:00. For your scent to be so nonexistent in Varang’s space it means you were already gone for at least a couple hours.
So you did just leave. Varang couldn’t stop the instinctive hiss at the realisation or how her tail cracked across the ground with enough force for it to sting. You little brat. And here she was looking forward to seeing the realisation of yesterday’s events dawn upon you.
She wanted to see how scandalised you’d be. How you’d try to find some sort of insult to throw at her, but your words would stumble over each other and you’d stutter. She would’ve pulled you into her embrace, face right against the breasts you were so enamoured by yesterday.
Then she planned to see if you’d already tightened up too much to take two fingers. Varang wanted to see if she could make you take three. She wanted to see how much resistance you’d put up while sober. Drunk you was adorable yes, but a bit too easy to control.
Varang liked how feisty you are, how you are just as likely to storm off as you are to throw a wrench at her. How you had such a temper, but couldn’t really harm her even if you tried. All bark and no bite, as Quaritch had commented once.
Bothering you was thrilling, that murderous look in your eyes accompanied by what to Varang was an adorable pout made her heart race. While she enjoyed seeing this new softer side due to the alcohol, it simply didn’t give her the satisfaction of making you pliant herself.
And now you had the audacity to leave. Right after you only handled two orgasms and passed out on her after the second. She should’ve kept going while you were unconscious. Varang had thought about using your sleeping body for her own satisfaction.
But she’d been courteous and let you sleep, mindful of how out of it you were. Now look what you did with that kindness. You ran. Maybe you were just a loudmouthed coward after all.
A tiny little consideration made Varang’s jaw clench and her teeth grind against each other. Did you go to the man you were with yesterday? She absolutely hated the idea of that. You were supposed to be hers.
Varang had made sure to scare off anybody who could get in her way, who could keep your adorable huffy little self away from her. It seems she missed one. That would need to be fixed.
You’d caught her attention, and Varang doesn’t let go of her interests easily.
-
What was supposed to be texting turned into an audio call. Well Tim wanted a video call initially, make sure you weren’t injured, but mentioning your unclothed state quickly got him to drop that.
Not that it was really needed. You were open about the ‘injuries’ you’d sustained. Raging headache, bruises that were fucking giant, and a fun new one that crept up after a while- aching hips. And sore insides on top of that.
You didn’t mention the last one to Tim. You might be close but not close enough for you to describe your sexual adventures to him. So silently grabbing a heat pack, settling into your bed with a cup of water and a blister of headache meds on the side it was.
You were right about the large amount of coffee your buddy had consumed. His voice was jumping about the place. First you thought it was just anxiety but halfway through the call he knocked over the empty cups. You teased him for it, naturally.
You hesitated to talk about your thoughts. The ones where you doubted your actions, questioning if you should’ve stayed with Varang. At least until she awoke. If Tim could’ve smacked you thru the call you think he would’ve when you finally got the courage to say it aloud.
- Seriously? She’s been fucking with your work, your social life, just fucked you while you were drunk and now you wanna pity her? - you cringed back at his words, burrowing your head into a pillow out of embarrassment. - Where did the woman who would’ve driven a screwdriver through the pyromaniac’s hand in retaliation go?
- I don’t know Tim! Maybe she got fucked outta me. - you raised your voice. Fuck maybe you should just hang up.
- I- Look I’m sorry. I’m just so worried right now. I’m trying to like… hype you up? I think? Okay- let’s just hope she isn’t going to mount your head on a wall. Maybe now that she’s slept with you she’ll lose interest? - Tim didn’t sound like he was believing his own hypothesis.
- Let’s hope… Maybe I was such a bad lay she’ll pretend I don’t exist. - you tried joking, tried lifting the mood. God you didn’t want to discuss Varang of all people right now. She’s living in your mind rent free anyways.
- Yeah, okay I can see that happening. - the teasing tone in his voice is forced, a fragile mask that can be broken with one touch. You don’t want to. You try to laugh.
- What you saying I’m terrible in bed? - the words don’t come natural like they usually do when you are joking around with Tim. They are forced, like his. You both know it. Neither of you has the guts to point it out.
- I can’t say with certainty. I mean we’ve never banged so total mystery to me. - you cringe at his sentence. Maybe if you both were actually joking instead of doing some weird mimicry shit it would’ve been funny.
- Tim- too far man. Those words in that order are just- no. Put them back in your mouth. - you rub at your forehead. Okay, maybe this is actually making the headache worse.
- Ah shit sorry! Uhm..uh.. - you sigh audibly at his hesitation and interrupt before he can string along another meaningless sentence.
- Let’s just- hang up. You haven’t slept all night so just write to your boss or something. Take a nap, we can revisit- whatever this is when I don’t feel like somebody is playing drums using my skull. - you advise, trying to get your anxiety ridden and caffeine addicted friend to relax at least minutely.
- Yeah- okay yeah. Uh, bye. Yeah bye. - Tim’s jittery fingers end the call before you can respond. He’s probably not going to take the day off. Knowing him he’ll just be focused on not fucking up his sleep schedule further and push through today on energy drinks and coffee until he can crash in his bed.
Whatever. Not your biggest problem right now. Actually you don’t even know what your biggest problem is. Is the whole Varang thing over? Did she actually lose interest? The thought is both relieving and leaves an odd ache in your chest. You ignore that part.
You are better off without her anyways. You hope she forgets about you now. You certainly won’t miss her messing with your stuff that’s for sure. Sleep tugs at your eyelids despite your current pain. You did wake up even before the ass crack of dawn. Taking a bit of a nap won’t hurt.
Banging on your door shatters the semblance of quiet that had lulled you close to dreamland. You openly groan as the sound makes the pain in your head spike along with it.
You try ignoring it at first, covering your head with the pillow. But it keeps going, and then whoever it is starts tugging and jerking the door handle about. Goddammit, which crazy person decided it was a good idea to bother you now?!
You audibly scream in frustration, tossing on your bathrobe haphazardly and marching right up to the door. God the thing looks like it’s about to give out. You mutter various curses and insults as you slot the key in to unlock the door. No matter how stupid it is to do so.
- What?! - you scream your lungs raw before you even register who was behind the door. Your anger spikes when you do however. Goddamn Varang.
The madwoman who almost broke your door is baring her teeth down at you. A shawl thrown over her shoulders and a recom mask around her neck instead of the usual leather binding. She’s put the headdress back on however. She hisses while she pushes you further into your quarters and slams the door shut behind her.
Your anger is in the forefront of your thoughts, even if her hunching over to fit through the door is uniquely intimidating. How dare she barge into your space after what she did? Didn’t you make it clear enough you didn’t want anything to do with her?
You try to open your mouth, to yell at her, to insult her. But she moves faster than you can, slamming you onto your floor. You gasp out in pain as your spine meets the metal, but the loud bang silences it. She’s grabbed your neck, not yet constricting.
- You little brat. - Varang growls out getting in your face. What? She fucks you while you can’t consent, tracks down where you live and then calls you a brat when she forces her way inside your home? You want to open your mouth to argue with her but her hand clamping down on your neck cuts you off.
- I let you feel pleasure at my touch. Mark you as mine with bites and scent. Then you have the gall to run and try to erase my claim? - Varang says with barely restrained fury, hand holding back your breath so tight you think she’ll break something. You can’t even focus on her words.
You try to shove at her, try to pry her fingers off of your neck. Your lungs are spasming and you haven’t been so terrified of Varang before. You thought she was unflappable. That she wouldn’t, or couldn’t, give a damn about your actions. She’s never reacted like this before, even when you threw an entire toolbox at her.
Yet despite yourself you can feel that you are starting to drip. Your thighs squeeze close in hopes Varang wouldn’t pick up on the scent. She finally lets up and you can breathe again. Your cough and gasp against her palm.
Before you can get over the pain in your throat enough to ask Varang what the fuck she is thinking you freeze. She’s breathing deeply, like she’s sniffing. Fuck, if she smells your slick you might just take a knife from the kitchen and do yourself in.
- You slut. - Varang has a manic grin on her face now, there’s still malice there. You jerk back at the wide display of her sharp canines. - At least your body knows who you belong to.
You try to squirm away as she forces your poorly tied bathrobe off of you. It doesn’t work, even if she isn’t currently choking you the grasp she has on your throat is still keeping you in place.
You look away as Varang traces the marks she left on you yesterday. The bites have bruised into ugly shades of blue and purple. Your body jerks in alarm as you can feel her breath on your navel. She has the nerve to chuckle at you.
Your thoughts are running in circles. Wasn’t she mad at you? Wasn’t she five seconds away from killing you or something? Why is she now nuzzling against your clamped together thighs and trying to breathe in your scent? You can’t wrap your head around it.
Then Varang tries to force your thighs open, you try to keep them shut to the best of your ability. You slept with her once and regret it already. You want to throw her off of your body and lock yourself in your room. But also some small part of you is…oddly giddy that she sought you out again.
- Ow! What the fuck?! - you scream out as Varang bites manages to shove her head in-between your thighs and bite the inside of one. Your leg tries to move away from the pain of her teeth digging into you. Only to leave yourself exposed as her hand manhandles your other leg in the opposite direction.
Her hand finally leaves your throat when she starts licking over the bite mark. You can feel the blood trickling out of it as she collects it on her sandpapery tongue. You shiver, trying to shove her head away. You flinch back when she hisses into the wound.
- You cannot deny that you want this. Not with how wet you are. - Varang’s warm breath cascades over your cunt. You try to hold back your slight moan at her words. You have fantasised about her saying something like that to you too many times.
You debate whether you should still struggle. It’s clear you aren’t getting out of her grip, and this is the second time Varang has had you under her. But some tiny, maybe misplaced, bit of pride still has you gritting your teeth and glaring down at her.
You expect it when Varang lathes her tongue over your lips. It was easy to see that she was going to do it. What surprises you is that she moans into you. Your hips buck into her mouth. She wastes no time in stuffing her tongue into your hole. This time you can’t hold back the satisfied sigh, almost a moan truthfully, that the action causes.
The odd texture of Varang’s tongue has you grabbing her braids but not knowing whether to push her away or tug her further into you. It brought a slight pain if you are being honest, but it felt amazing anyway. She’s fucking you with it as deep as she can, which is considerably deep compared to a human tongue.
Your legs try to clench, try to wrap around her skull. But Varang holds you open, not allowing you to impede her in any way. You’ve long since forgotten to try to stay quiet. Instead letting your moans, whimpers, and whines ring out freely.
You gasp, throwing your head back as your insides clench on the intrusion. Oh god, you are so close. You are right over the edge, nails digging into Varang scalp and tugging at her hair. But then you feel a smirk against you.
Right then and there Varang pulls away abruptly. Leaving you empty and clenching. You whine so loud her ears pin back. Your body shakes as a traitorous sob rocks your frame, arms wrapping around yourself in mock comfort
- W-why… - you whine in confusion. Trying to get up on your elbows to take a better look at Varang’s face. Her lips and chin are soaked in your slick and she is smiling so smugly the urge to punch her resurfaces again.
- You left. Without permission. That was punishment. If you disobey again I will do something worse. - she is clearly threatening you, her tone betrays that intent. But the soft smile and the way she gently cups your unmasked face has your stomach doing flips for a reason other than fear.
You quickly wipe away your tears as Varang moves up your body. That vaguely mischievous calm has returned to her. For the most part, if you look closely enough there is still tension in her muscles. Like she is prepared to run you down if you bolt on her.
She is momentarily distracted with holding your face. How small you are in her hands, the difference in your features. Then a stray tear drops from your waterline. You go to wipe it off but before you can Varang’s tongue swipes it away.
You jerk back, not expecting to have her sharp teeth so close to your eyes. Her hands hold you in place however. And now your entire cheek is slimy with spit and your left over slick. Gross.
Varang backs up for a second, snickering a tiny bit. As if she isn’t the reason half of your face is wet right now. You open your mouth, to sass her. But Varang takes that moment to surge forward and kiss you. Or well- its move like she just shoved her tongue into your mouth.
The only reason you don’t reflexively bite down on the appendage is because she’s holding your jaw open with her fingers around the joint of it. It hurts and you try to pry her fingers away. The kiss itself is clumsy due to the size difference. It’s mostly your teeth knocking into each other and Varang’s tongue running over the entire inside of your mouth.
You both still moan into it. You can taste your own slick on her. You finally close your mouth enough to suck at her tongue and Varang shivers as she moans. When she finally pulls away there is a string of spit between you. It falls heavy on your chin as it snaps. Varang licks it away before you can react.
Then she leans back. Tension returns to your body. It was shitty to deny you release but you know Varang is more sadistic than that. So you are trying to prepare yourself for what she’s going to do next. She pulls the shawl off and your mind almost empties itself of all thought as you come face to face with her chest again.
Now you see why she opted for the more covering fabric. Even without using your mouth you’ve left your own mark on Varang’s body. Her nipples are still puffy and a bit raw looking. The same could be said for various spots all over her breasts. Places where your nails dug into her meanly.
- I will not let you cum. Until you make me. - Varang grabs your chin to bring your attention to her words and not her boobs. You vaguely register her tugging off her other covering.
She leans back in a vaguely familiar position, her hand moves to the back of your head as her legs fall open. Memories of how much you wanted to shove your mouth against her pussy yesterday resurface and make your face burn.
You try to take a breath, to say something. But Varang is a rather impatient woman it seems. Because she tugs your face right against her by your hair. You gasp in alarm when you face plant onto her cunt. And of course Varang laughs openly.
Goddammit this is the third time she’s pulled this ‘doing something when you are trying to talk’ stunt now. Is this her trying to punish with you somehow? Or is it just Varang being her irritating self once again?
You close your eyes and scrunch your expression as the ever so impatient Varang just grinds your face against herself. Alright! You fucking get it! At least thats what you want to scream at her as you open your mouth and start lapping at her.
Varang sighs, some of the tension bleeding out of her bones. Meanwhile you are thinking of the best way to go about this. She is- well Varang is larger than you in every aspect and you honestly aren’t too sure what exactly you should be doing to please her.
Your tongue can only cover about half of her clit at a time, and there is no way she’ll even feel anything if you try tonguing her. Maybe you should just-
Varang’s groan almost sounds like a chest deep growl when you suck her clit into your mouth. She pushes your head against herself harder. Emboldened by her clear pleasure you start pressing your teeth around her twitching bundle of nerves ever so lightly. Sneaking your tongue under the hood of it has Varang start bucking like a wild animal, arm trembling as if she doesn’t know whether to keep you there or fling you off.
You splay your hands over Varang’s thighs for better leverage. You can’t help running your fingers over the muscles and tendons under her skin. Fuck, she is- she’s got quite some muscle definition. Although that is to be expected from somebody like her.
You think about biting her. Actually biting her, to the point it would hurt. You want to hear what sound she’d make, how her body would spasm as it processes it. You don’t. Varang would actually take your head and mount it on her wall or something if you did. At least you presume so.
You jump in alarm when Varang’s body slumps onto the floor with a dull thud. A long drawn out almost painful sounding moan rings out of her. Next thing you know is that her hips are jumping about wildly as her arm locks into place. Holding you there as Varang cums because of your mouth.
You help her ride it out because her hand doesn’t let you back away until the waves of her orgasm have passed. And when you finally manage to you have two thoughts in your head.
One, you need a shower again because Varang’s juices are quite literally covering your face, dripping down your throat and onto your breasts. And two, your own core is throbbing so bad if Varang doesn’t stuff you full within the next few moments you are going to do it yourself.
You climb onto Varang impatiently, settling yourself right on her last few ribs. She looks towards you lazily. There’s a certain boneless quality to her movements as she brings her hands up to stroke up and down your thighs. She periodically swipes her thumbs on the inside of them, so close to your dripping folds but not close enough.
You shoot her a dirty look, openly scowling as you huff. You feel how her chest rattles with her chuckling. It almost causes you to fall off. You would’ve if Varang didn’t steady you with a hand to your waist.
- You promised if I made you cum, you’d make me cum. - you practically growl the words down at her. You are sick and tired of Varang having the upper hand in every interaction.
- Such an impatient little pet. - Varang’s expression is unbothered, like in this moment she’s completely forgotten what she initially tracked you down to do. You loom over her, trying to put on your best threatening face. Although the effect is most likely lost because of how drenched in slick you are.
- Not your pet. - the words are loaded with as much ire as you can muster in the moment. You regret speaking them the moment Varang’s relaxed expression slips off of her face. You try your best not to let her see how you almost physically react to her ears lowering and getting the faintest glimpse of teeth.
Next thing you know your side is meeting the cold hard floor with a slam. Varang had used the hand she had on your waist to shove you off and pin you down. You hiss in pain when her grip lets up momentarily, curling up while you hear her shifting about.
Fuck that hurt. You definitely have some bruised ribs, maybe a fracture if breathing in and out continues to be painful. You try to slap her hands away when she starts tugging your hips up. Something definitely happened with your ribs.
Varang ignores your pained hisses and smothered whimpers, ignores how you are trying to squirm out of her grip. She just puts your hips at the height she wants them and forces your legs apart for better access.
She hisses at you. The sound is right by your ear causing you to flinch. The breath of Varang’s vaguely pleased sound at your reaction brushes against your hair. Her fingers trail up your thigh, her other hand holding you still.
Varang just barely brushes her fingers against your lips, giving one tap to your clit that only startles you. You grit your teeth. Maybe keeping your mouth shut is the best thing you can do now. Try not to piss her off further.
- You will learn not to deny me soon. - Varang barely gives you time to parse the meaning of her words before she’s already shoved two fingers into you.
- Fuck! - you yell out in alarm. Shit- okay you didn’t think Varang’s tongue would have prepped you enough to take two in one go. The way they stretch you out still hurts, it feels like your insides are burning.
At least the way Varang fucks into you near violently is enough to distract you from the way your lungs still stutter within your bruising ribs. Your cunt barely has time to clamp down on the intrusion before they are barely inside you anymore. Varang plunges back in before you can truly feel the emptiness.
You are sure you are letting out a cacophony of whines, whimpers and half formed insults. But Varang doesn’t care. Doesn’t care when you start kicking at her, doesn’t care when your noises up in pitch and doesn’t care when your spine arches.
The only thing she reacts to is your slick walls spasming around her when you cum. You scream when instead of slowing down a tad Varang actually presses against your insides harder. You can’t register what she’s saying to you over the ringing in your ears. Is she mocking you? Praising you?
When she finally gives you a break you are spent, boneless and shaking. Varang lets you slump flat on your stomach across the floor. You only now realise there are tears streaming down your face.
Great. You are covered in cum, tears, and sweat. And you also can’t fucking move because your arms keep buckling whenever you try to push yourself up. And breathing too deep is still making your side twinge in pain.
Varang briefly nuzzles into your back, leaving a quick kiss on your shoulder. You don’t know if that is supposed to be some sort of apology or if she just felt like doing it.
You grumble when she rolls you onto your back. Your annoyance spikes when you see Varang’s self satisfied grin. The same one she wears when she messes with your tools. Fucking bitch.
- W-what? Wait- No, that was enough! - you can’t help but say as Varang spreads your legs open again and trails her fingers over your sore hole. She ignores you, like she always does when you are vaguely protesting one of her actions.
- I want to see you take three. - she says like it’s just a normal Tuesday, like that is a normal sentence to come out of her mouth. You can feel the fingers already resting against your entrance.
- I-i barely took two! What makes you think I can take three you crazy bitch!? - you find some strength to get up on your elbows while you yell at her. Varang looms over you and you feel some of your bravado leave your body.
- You will. If not today, then eventually. I will make sure of it. - Varang gets too close to your face for comfort. You can feel her breath. Your angry expression shatters into something nervous. Something scared. You can see Varang’s eyes light up when she sees it.
She plans to keep you. This isn’t just curiosity, not just messing with you that resulted in a one night stand. Your nails dig into your palms as you realise that the only way you’ll get out of this is if Varang grows bored of you.
No. When Varang grows bored of you. You can only pray its a when and not an if. You don’t know if you can handle an if.
- Just- not today…please? - you hang your head low. Shame swirling in your gut. You should have more strength, should be able to do something to get Varang away from you. Shame that half of you doesn’t even want to push her away right now.
It feels…oddly safe being caged in by her. And it’s nice to feel wanted. Even if you are wanted by this maniac. Varang lifts your face by the chin, her expression oddly soft. You almost think she’s going to kiss away the remainder of tears sliding down your cheeks. But she licks them away instead.
Honestly what did you expect? Well not that right after that she’d nuzzle your forehead and tug you into her embrace, settling you in her lap. But that’s what Varang did.
- Only if you admit that you are mine. - she strokes your hair as she speaks the threat into existence. You take a deep breath. God you hate giving up and letting her win but- you can’t take anymore. Not with the aches from yesterday and the pain from today.
- I…i’m yours… - the words are barely a whisper. They weigh heavy as shackles none the less. What did you just get yourself into? Varang for her part seems very pleased.
- Good pet. - she praises, manoeuvring your body so it’s easier to hold in her arms. She stands up, her headdress brushing your ceiling. - Where do you sleep?
You limply point in the direction of your bedroom. You are 100% going to have to change your sheets because Varang plops onto your bed with no consideration about what liquids you both have on your bodies. You vaguely hope the flimsy thing can actually hold her up.
- This time. You do not leave. - Varang curls around you, large hand stroking up and down your back. You give a humourless snort.
- This is my apartment, where the hell else would I go? - you sass her. She hums in consideration, burying her nose in your hair. You were right. It is very comfortable in her arms. You would still like to have a shower though.
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I HAVE RETURNED!!! Okay so- I got myself into a bit of a 'too many wips situation' and briefly got emotionally overwhelmed with a certain angst heavy fic. But! I'm back with this more light hearted one. Hope you enjoyed it!
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Synopsis: In which reader finds Saiki passed out on a bench by the beach after the plane incident during the Okinawa school summer trip.
a/n: The inspo behind this was that one Tamaki Suoh GIF so! Hope you enjoy!
"Damnit"
Saiki genuinely did not expect the events of today to have taken such a huge toll on his body. I mean, its not everyday you have to carry a plane filled with hundred of people just so that you can peacefully, I repeat, peacefully, arrive in Osaka and have one less thing badgering you for the entire trip. (spoiler: it turned out to be the cause of more annoyances, but that's for later, not today)
During the entire plane ride ,you figured that something was keeping him pre-occupied and busy at the moment. "It probably had something to do with saving the day again" were your very thoughts. And Saiki heard them loud and clear, and affirmed your statement.
Though, your concern during the rest of the trip was how Saiki was holding up. You would've went straight for him if it weren't for the strict arrangements by your teachers. But it's alright, I'm sure the sentiment reached him, he's a psychic that can read minds afterall.
So thank the lords the moment the sky got darker, it was the only moment Saiki could breathe. He sought refuge in the shore, and sat on a bench to calm his nervous system. The waves really helped, no need for white noise!
You had an inkling that he would be resting on the beach, since it would be far enough from the crowd that you knew he so desperately wanted to escape from, especially after the entire ordeal. So right after you showered, you went straight to the shore, leaving a dry towel to hang on your neck, just in case.
And you were right. He was there, laying down on one of the seats available and just sleeping. His face was reflecting the moonlight while he was napping, you had to crouch to even double check.
"His skin is WAY TOO clear… I'm so jealous" Usually people's first reaction to someone laying unconcious with no one around is to bring them somewhere safe, but these have special circumstances. Besides, he's a psychic. He can probably protect himself more than you can protect him. So really, all you can do here is just offer the unconcious pink-haired psychic some company while sitting down on the seat next to his.
Okay but his skin really was glistening. There's genuinely no denying it. It really just went to show how defined his features were. I mean, you don't usually see someone with a face molded so flawlessly. His hair falls just in the right places, in the right way. How is it even possible for someone like that to exist? You can't be blessed with both psyhic powers AND looks, that's way too unfair.
"God is so good huh"
His body was resting soundly on the bench, but you hoped to be able to give him a more comfortable position. So, the towel that was once hanging by your neck was used to act as a pillow for Saiki's head.
The lights in the rooms were starting to close one by one, so it was your signal to return. You didn't want to wake him up, nor leave him behind.
"I know you like working behind the scenes,"
"But good job today."
Leaving him with a short message that you know he wouldn't be able to receive seemed pretty useless, but it helped reassure that conscience at the back of your head. With that said, you, without a moment's notice, immediately headed back.
The psychic was left by himself with the shore, this time, accompanied with a face painted with a tint of red.
His hands inevitably found its way to the towel he used as a pillow. He sat up, and held his hand to his face.
"Must've been the heat."
My favorite version of saiki is when he so desperately tries to hide the fact that he gafs. Which is all the time. I love him sm im crying.
a/n: May or may not edit in the future, we'll see mwehehehe
