Julietta67

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy" - SUPERNATURAL REMIX

Moon Sick: part one

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Tovar x Reader

Summary: Looking for an escape from a festival to celebrate the Blue Moon, he finds you interrupting his peace and quite. (Sex Pollen with a twist)

Rating: M

Warnings: 18+ only, sex pollen/moon magic, oral sex (m+f), fingering, vaginal sex, implied age gap, grumpy jerk Tovar/ soft baby Tovar. You get that sweet and that sour!😆 also Reader is kind of stupid but we love her anyway lol.

A.N.: I feel like all my time spent reading Lisa See novels is finally paying off lol. This was inspired by @absurdthirst 's fic Xinjiāo (HOT. SO 🔥 ) and the dreamy fairy tail Tower of Roses by Rzrcrst

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If there was a 'right side of the bed' to wake up on, Tovar had yet to discover it. Today was no exception to his perpetual foul mood, made worse than ever by the fervor around him. The whole population of the wall was in an excited frenzy the past few days, it started at a simmer now it turned to a full boil. Some ridiculous festival was occurring tonight, something about the moon, peasant superstitions that he didn't give a damn about, he just wanted peace and quiet.

He reluctantly sat at the long tables in the feasting hall. Wanting to just take his congee to his chambers and escape the noise but he was pulled into a conversation with his strange companion, Ballard. Tovar shoveled his food in his mouth with the occasional grunt and grumble to show the man he was listening, though barely.

A loud eruption of celebratory drum beats began to echo through the air, causing the plates on the table to rattle and the din of conversation around him to escalate to cheers of the soldiers as they began banging on the table. Tovar could only swear and rub his temples, the noise doing his skull in.

"You're in a foul mood." Ballard rasped."More than usual I should say."

"These damn superstitious peasants, they'll find any reason to have a damn festival." Tovar spat.

"Like you dont enjoy a reason to drink and revel."

"I prefer to drink alone." A small fire cracker exploded on the other side of the hall causing more of a ruckus,"Saints above, one more noise and I swear-"

"Good morning!" You practically sang as you sat down next to Ballard, setting your breakfast down,"Did either of you see that sun rise this morning! I've never seen the sky so pink!" Tovar grummbled while rubbing his temples,"Oh! Ballard the eggs in the sparrows nest by my window finally hatched."

"Is that so?" Ballard said with a gentle grin, amused by Tovars mutterings in Spanish.

"Yup, five little baby birds. I cant think of a better wake up call than baby birds-"

"SHUT UP!" Tovar snapped, his hand slamming down on the table making the plates and you jump. He glared at you, the nostrils of his sharp nose flared, teeth gritted. Your mouth fell open as your wide eyes met his. "Its bad enough the constant noise around me, I'm not listening to you prattle on about your girlish childish nonsense."

You let out a scoff, brows furrowed as you were taken aback. He was always so mean to you, rude, dismissive. You always had tried to extend an olive branch, trying your best to give him a touch of kindness hopeing it'll make his hard shell soften. It was a useless persuit, you knew, but you held on to hope. You frowned, and took in a deep breath as you placed your hands on the table as you stood.

"You know, Tovar," you sighed, looking away from him. Your face turning warm, eyes stinging with tears you dare not shed in front of him, knowing he'd only taunt you for it."I dont know why I try with you." You nearly whispered as you gathered your food, and made your way to where The Cranes sat.

Tovar turned back to his food, his eyes glancing up to discreetly watch you as the other women eagerly made room for you. Ballard scowled at him.

"Now was that really necessary?" He asked.

Tovar chose to ignore him, as he ripped apart a red bean bun, and shoved it into his mouth, chewing it like a cow chewing cud. Ballard shook his head.

"Do you really wish for peace and quiet tonight?" He asked, and was met with a nod from Tovar, who surprisingly didnt speak with his mouth full. Ballard sighed and thought for a moment, pausing to briefly glance over his shoulder towards you, then back to Tovar. He leaned into the table," I know a place you can go tonight that will be as quiet as the grave."

Tovar's eyes went wide, as he desperately leaned in "Where? Where?"

"A small pond not far from here, maybe a half mile from the wall-"

"Your asking me to go back out there!?" Tovar scoffed as he pointed behind him, to where not even five months ago he was nearly torn to shreds by monsters.

Ballard sighed and rubbed his face,"The OTHER side of the Wall, Tovar."

Tovar's eyes shifted,"Oh, right."

"If you come to my chambers I'll show you exactly where on one of my maps."

"Do other people know of this place?"

"Oh yes, it's very well known, especially among women-"

"And how will I be 'alone' if it's well known?" Tovar grumbled," I want to be completely away from-" another fire cracker snapped followed by more hoots and hollers,"That." He spat.

"They think its cursed, or enchanted rather."

Tovar rolled his eyes and smirked, for once the superstitions of the people around him went in his favour. Ballard tried to warn him of the enchantments, but Tovar stopped him, not needing to know anymore. He was going to be in complete isolation this night and that was all that mattered.

That evening after the sun was completely set, before the moon fully rose, and the celebration began Tovar was already saddled up and ready. It was a short journey on horse back useing a lantern to read the map Ballard provided. He followed the old cobbled road that led from the gates of The Wall until he found the trail. It was a narrow worn dirt path most wouldn't even notice that cut into a thick patch of woods nestled between rocky clifs. The trees were so overgrown he had to dismount and lead his horse by the reign. He made his way by dim lamplight, ducking and nudging branches. A rustle in the overgrowth drew his attention, makeing him reach for his weapon, his horse whinned at the sudden stop. Before he could unsheath his dagger a fox scampered out of the tree line, it froze in the light of the lanturn before dissapering into the woods. He sheathed his knife with a smirk, laughing at himself for being startled by a harmless fox, and continued on. As we went further he tried to ignore the feeling he might have gotten lost, until he heard the sound of water running over stone, and a strong musky scent filled his lungs. The tree line thinned until he emerged on the other side. He had to stifle his gasp as he took in the sight before him; a beautiful moonlit oasis nesstled in the rocky terrain.

The moon shone bright and full in the clear sky, bathing the pond before him in heavenly blue light. Its reflection blinding in the still dark water. A gentle waterfall fed it, streaming from the clifs sides hiding the pool. Thick vines of blooming jasmine clung to the smooth rocks of the clif side and the boulders that rested at the waters edge. The air was thick with the perfume of the beautiful white flowers that grew all around him. Their scent invadeing his sense, makeing him feel nearly dizzy.

He grinned to himself, and pondered how a place this heavenly and tranquil be cursed? He had to utter a small laugh as he removed his satchel and tied his horses reign to a tree. The sound of crickets and the occasional peep of a frog where the only thing to disturb him as he streached out on the bank of the pond. He felt the tension he always held in his muscles fade as he gazed up at the sky, eyes fixed on the large moon in the sky.

It didn't take long for him to start feeling warm, fidgeting in his leather armor, the hairs on the back of his neck growing damp. He soon found himself in the pond, his clothes piled in the grass, the water a sweet relief to the mild warmth throughout his body. He stood in the middle of the pond,the water lapping at his shoulders. He heard the whinny of his horse behind him, but he ignored it, it was probably just that fox from earlier sniffing around startling it. He looked up to the moon, he'd never seen it so big in the sky before, he felt almost hypnotized by its glow.

"What the hell?" A feminine voice snarled behind him. He wiped around and found you on the bank of the pond, clad in a long dark silk robe, a knapsack on your back.

"YOU!" the two of you snapped, "ME?"

"What are you-" he began before you cut him off.

"No no, what are YOU doing here-"

"How did you know I'd be-"

"I didn't know you'd be here! Why would I be here if i knew you'd be here?"you snapped.

"Who even told you about this place?"

"Who told you?" You retorted.

"What's it to you?"

"To me? This is my spot!" You snapped.

"You're spot?" Tovar scoffed, "you don't own this place."

"Well neither do you." You snapped, arms crossed.

"I was here first."

"No, I was here first," you huffed," I've been here every full moon. It's my thing. Now your here. Ruining it! Like you ruin everything!"

"Every full moon? What, do you come here to turn into the Demon that you are?"

"No!" You snap, sitting down on a boulder, your knees drawn up to your chest, arms around your legs.

"Why then?" Tovar mocked as he made his way closer to the bank of the water, stopping when the water hit his mid torso. Your eyes glanced over to him, you tried to ignore how the drops of water rolled down his chest, the moon light bathing his damp skin in blue light, making him glow. Tired to ignored how heat pooled in your belly as you pulled your eyes away.

"W-why what?" You pouted.

"Why do you come here so often?"

You felt your face burn,"N-none of your business."

He laughed to himself, you didn't have to look to know he was smirking to himself,"Oh I see, you're embarrassed by why you come here, hm? Must be somthing quite scandalous then to make you so flustered."

" I'm not flustered! I'm angry!" You snapped, looking to his grining face as he moved closer, the water hitting him lower and lower until he stopped. Your breath hitched as you watched how the water lapped at his hips, how water dripped from the soft hairs just below his belly button. Your eyes flitted from his exposed hips up to his mocking face. You turned and reached for your knapsack.

"I bet I can guess." He taunted as you rummaged through your bag,"I bet you come here, so you can have a little bit of privacy-" you cautiously look to him, before he grinned even wider," Privacy so you can play with that evil little pussy of yours."

You grumbled and turned back to your bag.

"Don't mind me," Tovar laughed," you can go right ahead, I could use a little show-"

"I come here to cry you...you...braying jackass!" You snapped at him. He tensed as you sniffled and rummaged through your bag, pulling out a wine bottle. You pulled the cork out with your teeth, and spit it out before taking a swig. You looked back to him with a pout,"Well, go ahead. Make fun of me. Mock me. Call me a Child I dont care.-"

"I'm sorry." He said softly, looking down, shoulders falling a punch of guilt hitting his stomach.

You looked to him as he made his way to where you sat on the rock. You quickly looked away before he was fully exposed to your eyes, taking another sip of wine. He leaned against the boulder you sat on, staring up at you, you quickly brushed away a tear, not wanting him to see.

He called to you softly, wanting you to look him in the his eyes. Tentatively you glanced to him. His eyes seemed to sparkle in the dark, they appeared soft somehow. Something you'd never think you'd ever see in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he repeated softly. You were almost shocked, you'd never heard him sound so soft, so kind. His hand reached out and touched your bare ankle, gliding his rough thick fingers up your smooth skin,"what makes you cry?"

You wiped your face again as another tear rolled down. You studied his face, convinced this was some kind of act.

"I just..." you began softly,"I miss home." He made a soft grunt, and gave a nod as if he understood. You turned towards him, scooting a little closer,"I just...I want to go home."

He looked down, frowning as he stroked your calf." I understand." He said quietly.

You blink, unsure of what to make of his softness finally comeing through. Maybe it was because you two were alone, no men around to chide him for showing vulnerability.

"You do?" You sniff, smiling with a little relief. His eyes flipped up to yours, practically glittering in the moonlight, making your heart skip a beat.

"Of course." He purred, brows furrowed, his hand leaving your calf while you smiled,"its perfectly understandable, for a child to miss home."

Your stomach dropped as he snatched the bottle from your hand with a grin on his face. You gasped as you tried to grab it back from him but he had already slipped into the water. He took a deep swig before grimacing and nearly spat it out. He looked from the bottle to you, muttering in Spanish.

"The hell is this shit?" He spat.

"Its sweet plum wine." You sighed,"Your ment to sip it, not chug it like cheap ale. It's too sweet for that." You reached back into your bag," you can keep that bottle, you heathen. I brought two."

You held it up with a triumphant laugh and you think you see a smirk on his face but it was short lived. You felt the bottle slip from your hands. Before you could even try to catch it you heard the distinct plunk of it falling into the black water. You leaned over the rock desperately hopeing to find it in the moonlight, but it was to no avail. There was no way you'd find it. You sigh in frustration and turn, knees to your chest as you just give up and cry.

Tovar took another sip from the bottle, and tried to ignore the sound of you sniffling. He turned his back to you, gazing up into the moon, trying to listen to the sound of the ever present summer crickets, the musky scent of the jasmine vines filled his lungs as he took a deep breath, making him dizzy again. He heard a soft sob come from you, his stomach twisting. He bit his lip and tentatively looked over his shoulder to you. Your body shaking as you quietly cried. He swore under his breath, and slowly made his way closer to you.

He called to you, softly.

"Just leave me alone." You cried.

"Please. Look to me, hermosa." He said, not knowing why he called you that, not caring. You turned, your eyes puffy, your face wet with tear making your face sparkle like a jewel in the moonlight. He took a sharp breath, how did he just only now realize how beautiful you were. If he didn't know you, he'd swear you were some kind of angel, or a fairy, some beautiful other worldly creature ment to only tempt men into ruin. He shook his head trying to clear it, it must be the wine getting to him. He cleared his throat,"I'm willing to share."

You frowned," How generous to share something that doesn't even belong to you."

"Technically, this dosnt belong to you either, I know you stole this from the kitchens." He said with a grin, you opened your mouth to challenge him but he was right. You did steal it. "Cmon. Stop your crying, join me. The water is warm, and there's plenty room for the both of us."He added.

You thought for a moment. "Will you promise not to peek?"

He felt himself stir, just now realizing you were naked beneath your robe. A soft breeze swept over the pool, causing the surface to ripple, the leaves of the trees rustle gently as your hair was softly blew across your face. He took a deep breath, the pollen of the jasmine invading his scenes. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to steady himself. He cleared his throat, "no, hermosa," he nearly groaned," I wont.." he felt a few beads of sweat break out across his forehead, "I wont peek."

"Are you okay?" You asked as he turned.

"Fine, fine, just-" he paused for a moment, not knowing what to blame his sudden dizzying feeling,"must be this damn wine. You should have stolen ale."

"Well, next time I decide to spend some time alone I'll ask you what you want to drink first."

He let out a small laugh, and shook his head. The sound of the water sloshing caused a chill to run up his spine, his back going straight, his breath hitching as he tries not to think about how you were currently naked behind him. He rose the bottle to his lips, his hands shaking slightly. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He steadied himself before turning around. He gritted his teeth hard, and had to stifle a groan.

Your arms were crossed over your exposed chest. You looked unsure, scared, like a frightened rabbit. He didn't want you to feel timid under his gaze, he wanted you to drop your arms. Let him see you, feel you skin slip underneath his rough hands.

"Tovar?" You asked," you look...unwell."

You reach out with one hand still across your chest, and touched the back of your hand to his forehead. He let out a groan at the feel, his eyes slipping shut, as he began to nuzzle your skin. "Your burning up."

He let out a shaky breath, his throat and mouth going dry from the mere touch of your hand. He took hold of your hand, fighting the urge to place kisses upon it, kiss up your arm, to your neck, to your soft lips. You take back your hand quickly and snatched the wine from him. Turning your back to him, as you sip. His eyes slipped over your bare back and he bit back a wimper, taking another sharp breath through his nose as he felt himself stir. He couldn't do anything to stop it, he was starting to ache. He scooped up some water and splashed his face. Bring him back to the ground, he didn't want you. You were annoying, and too chipper, weak. You weren't enough for him, he needed a warrior like himself, someone harden. In fact he didnt need anyone, he only needed himself. Then you looked over your shoulder to him.

"Tovar?" You asked,"what's wrong?"

He snatched the bottle from you, taking another swig, not caring about the sweetness, just needing a distraction. He growled as he looked at you, he wanted to smell you, taste you. The jasmine musk so potent in the air, reminding him of something primal, the scent so familiar. Womanly. That distinct smell that made him groan, his mouth garnering moisture, no longer dry, but practically salivating over the thought of his nose pressed into your most private of areas. The sound of your phantom crys ringing in his ears.

He was so transfixed he didnt even feel you take the wine back from him, he stood frozen in the water, eyes locked on you. Locked and dark, blown out to near black. His breath leaving him in deep pants through his nose, chest rising heavily before falling with each breath. Your eyes, your beautiful glittering gemstone eyes, shone like stars in the dark sky, were wide. Your lips , so soft and sweet were calling to him. Your voice like a psalm being sung at mass, his name a prayer. He wanted to make you scream it. The world around blurred, falling away, the sounds of crickets and the trickle of the water fall dieing away. All he saw and heard was you.

While he was zoned out you snapped your fingers in front of his face, confused you called to him. You gave his shoulder a shake, barely budging him as he stared at you, his teeth grinding, neck straining. You called to him again.

"You're starting to scare me," you said softly," stop playing around."

He let out a low groan, and shook his head,"I'm not 'playing'." He took your hand in both of his, bringing the back of your hand to his cheek. His eyes slipping shut as he hissed as your cool hand rested against his scared and stubbled face. He peppered your hand with kisses. "Your skin is like the softest silk...i could touch it, kiss it, feel it for hours."

You stared at him, looking over your shoulder convinced he was talking to someone behind you, his hand cupped your chin, forcing your confused face to look up to him.

"Tovar, what the hell are you doing? Is this your idea of a joke? Because it's not funny."

He grabbed you by the back of the neck, gripping your wrist with his other hand, pulling you flush against him. You gasped, and tried to push your self away from his grasp, but his strong hands grabbed on to your hip and back. Your face mere inches from his, his pelvis flat against your belly.

"Does THIS feel like a joke to you, Hermosa?" He growled as he glared down at you through slitted eyes. You gasped, jaw falling open as you felt the unmistakable feeling of his hardened cock against you. You froze, not knowimg what to do. He had to be pulling some sly trick on you. Just a few moments ago he was calling you a child, now you were naked, flush against each other and he was practically begging for you.

He looked down to your bare chest and whimpered, actually wimperd as he took you in.

"Oh, Mi Vida," he sighed in his gruff voice," you have no idea how beautiful you look." You could barely squeak out a response," the moonlight on your skin...on those perfect tits," his hand glided up from your hip, up to cup your breast. That's when you'd had enough.

You took used all your strength and shoved him off you.

"Thats not funny, Tovar!" You snapped, treading the water back to the shoreline. "One minute you hate me, taunt me, now you're groping me? Acting like you want to woo me, like I'm some stupid maiden who will fall for any-" you were yanked back, Tovar pulling you to him. You scoweld up at him, hopeing he feels how offended you were. But his face was set in stone, serious and grim. His eyes burning, his breath shallow and feirce. He leaned down to you, his nose brushing your cheek, makeing you shudder inspite of yourself. You turn your face from him, a soft breath of his name leaving your mouth as his lips ghosted up your neck. You squrim as you feel his stubble scrape you, while his soft lips soothe. You feel a deep pull in your belly, a clench so feirce it makes you cry out when he whispers your name into your ear.

"W-why are you doing this?" You pant, eyes squeezed shut as he begins to kiss you. "Why now? Why here?"

"I've always wanted this." He confessed, his fingers burrowing into your hair, pulling you gently to his chest. Embracing you, kissing the top of your head, while he grips you. You were taken aback, both from his words, and his soft touches. His fierce demenoir melted away,"always....always wanted you. Needed you." He sighed,"couldn't admit it."

You pull away enough to meet his gaze, your eyes stinging on the verge of tears. "Why?"

He cupped your face, caloused fingers brushing away tear drops from your face as his forehead rests gently against yours. He shut his eyes, and took a long breath.

"Pride. Ego." He sighed,"Fear?"

You reached your hand to his, your other still wrapped around the bottle of wine.

"Fear of what?" You asked softly.

He took a long moment, thinking, bracing himself. He dipped his head down, almost in shame. His hands once again made their way to your waist, as he leaned his his head down to your shoulder.

"Fear that you'd turn me away." He said against your shoulder." Fear that you wouldn't turn me away." He was quiet for a moment,"Fear that I'd lose you."

"Lose me?" Your eyes fluttering shut as he kissed your neck, occasionally nipping your skin.

"If I didn't care about you it wouldn't hurt as much if...you were.." he sighed heavily,"dont make me say it , Mi Amor."

You felt like you were punched in the chest, it took you a few deep breaths before you were able to speak.

"Tovar I-"

"Pero." He said firmly, his face meeting yours, his eyes wet,"Just...call me Pero."

You nodded. "Pero....just kiss me-"

He attacked your lips, groaning into your mouth as you easily opened to him. His hands gripped you everywhere he could, while your one hand gripped his short hair. He grasped your ass harshly, making you groan into his mouth before he knelt slighty, grabbing the back of your thighs. He hoisted you up, your arms wrapped around his neck as he continued to kiss you, legs around his waist. You gasped as his hardened cock ground against your core.

He took the opportunity to attack your neck, gazing his teeth along the delicate skin before soothing it with his tounge and lips. You smiled, as you moaned, never did you think you'd be in this situation. Never thought Pero would hold you like this, kiss you like this. It was bliss. He kissed up your neck until he got to your jaw, giving you a few nibbles before he captured your lips again. Placing a few sloppy kisses there until he needed to take a breath, his eyes shut, while he gave a deep rumbley laugh, his lips curled into an honest to God smile.

You brought the wine bottle to your lips, taking a sip. He looked to you, and gave a nod to the bottle. You laughed as you poured some into his waiting mouth. He swallowed and grinned, hiking you up higher onto his tosro. Pulling the bottle from your hands. He gave you a wink with his scared eye, before tipping the bottle towards your lips, missing them entirely, pouring the sweet liquid all down your chin and on to your breasts. You're shocked call of his name was cut short when the last of the bottle emptied on to you, he dropped the bottle and his mouth descended onto your chest. Lapping up every spilled drop. He shifted you, palming your breast with one hands, his mouth latching on to your other breast.

You bite your lip, and stifle a moan, your core aching now. Needing his touch, you ground agaisnt him, needing more. You sighed his name, as he let go of your breasts. He gripped you, hoisting you bridal style as he made his way to the waters edge, kissing you as he made his way. He sat you down gently, reaching into his satchel and pulling out his traveling cloak, spreading it out on the ground.

He waved you over to him, beckoning you to lay down. You took his hand as he helped you down onto the rough fabric.

"Im sorry," Tovar said softly as he knelt down beside you, slowly laying down on his side,"you deserve better than my filthy cloak on a hard ground. But I couldn't think of sullying your silk robe," he rested his forearm bedside your head, his other hand busy careesing your thigh, your side."you deserve a feather bed, soft sheets, a warm fire."he nuzzled your cheek, before allowing his hand to slip between your legs, roaming over the damp curls there, his middle finger slipped between your folds, finding that bundle of nerves that makes you gasp.

Your eyes slip shut as he watches you sigh, you caress his neck, his arm. Whisper his name, a small groan leaving him at the sound of it.

"I would kill just to hear you sigh my name," he placed harsh kisses to your lips, your neck, subtly shifting to lay on top of you," to feel your skin," his fingers left your core, spreading your thighs to make room for him,"to feel your wetness, wet for me," he kissed between your breasts, down your stomach,"just to taste you, smell you, devour you." He stopped and looked up to you, his brows furrowed in anger,"Has any man devoured you, Mi Vida? Tasted you? Brought you to bliss from their tounge?"

You caught your breath, you weren't a virgin, but you wouldn't call yourself experienced. Men took their pleasure from you; cads you met in taverns, frauds and liars that promisd you love but left you heartbroken. Never had a man looked to you like this. You shook your head,"no." You admitted shyly.

He growled," Fools. All of them" he aggressively kissed your thigh muttering to himself about how they were basterds and whore sons for never making you quake beneath them.

He dipped his head down, his nose nestling in your curls, inhaling you. He moaned, and fought the urge to grind his now aching cock into the cloak, just to garner some relief. You smelled the same as the jasmines that surrounded the two of you. Musky, sweet, beautiful. It made him near dizzy from lust, aching for the feel of you, the taste of you.

His tounge darted out, running up your slit, your back arching from the teasing sensation of the tickle. You squrimed beneath him, his thumbs parting your folds before he dipped his tounge back in, piercing your entrance. You gasped, and gripped his hair, never having felt this before, never receiving this attention before. His head moved as he lapped at your folds, and you were transfixed. Leaning on one elbow looking down at him, his eyes were shut, his tounge thick as he stroked you with it. You groaned, thighs shaking. His eyes snapped open, burning into yours as he flashed his teeth in a murderous grin. He leaned closer, and ran the tip of his tounge around that sweet pearl, makeing you jerk, he laughed softly to himself. Grinning like a cat that got the cream before he wrapped his lips around it, and sucked.

You cried out, thighs shaking harder, a warm pull in your belly forming, he moaned at the sound of your cries, the vibrations makeing you clamp your thighs on his head. He pushed them apart as he lapped and sucked at you, growling as your voice echoed against the trees. Your hand pulling his hair, his fingers slid into you, curling, thrusting into you. You whined, actually whined as he did what you could only describe as torture. You were about to crest, a feeling your only used to bringing upon yourself. This felt different, deeper, harder. You bucked as he tried so hard to keep you steady, growling in frustration. He pulled back, ignoring your cry, as he slapped your thigh hard to keep still, immediately diving back into your core like a man starved.

He sucked one last time, and that was it. Your back arched, as you went rigid, your heels digging into the ground as your voice cracked as you cried out nonsense. You think you were trying to cry his name, but you couldn't think, only writhe and cry as he lapped up everything you spilled for him, watching you as your head was thrown back. Groaning as you pulled his hair hard, pulling him off you as it became too much. You quivered, and ran a shaky hand over your face as you drew in a gasp of air. Your fingertips running down your neck, over your breast. When you finally came back to reality you heard Tovar sigh.

"Look at you," he said more to himself than you,"laying so undone by just my tounge." You wimpered," Imagine what bliss my cock will bring you."

"Oh God." You gasped.

"Your glowing," his hands carresed your still shaking thigh,"you have no idea how heavenly you look under the light of the full moon." You opened your eyes and swallowed hard, finally finding a steady breath." I'm envious of the moon. How its rays carress every inch of your skin all at once. The honor it has to do such a thing. If only I could."

"Oh my God, Pero." You sigh, sitting up" I don't know what's gotten into you tonight."you wrap your arms around his neck as you shifted to your knees, fingers tracing the bulging veins in his neck, makeing him groan. Your hands travel down his scared chest, down his stomach, till you found his hardened cock beneath your fingertips.

He grabbed your hand, and sublty shook his head,"No, mi vida, I don't wish to spill in your hands." He breathed.

You bit your lip, looking him in the eyes," I...I just..I just want a taste of you, Pero. Just a taste." He groaned out your name, head lulling to side as you gently stroked him, gathering the beads leaking from the tip and working it down the shaft. "Please? And then you can have me however you want."

He took in a deep breath before nodding. You dipped down, running your thumb over the tip of him, making him repress a sigh, before whispering your name as your tounge ran over the slit. Tasting the beads that leaked from there, before sinking down as far as you could with out gagging. His fingers gripped through your hair, roamed over your shoulders and back as he tried hard to refrain from thrusting. Your tounge carresed him, tracing the thick vein that ran up him, before suckling at the tip.

He gritted his teeth, trying to keep from pushing you back down by your hair. He wimpered your name before it was enough indulgence. He pulled you from him, his chest heaving. You look up to him, his eyes pleading.

"I need you." He nearly whispered," need to feel you, need to take you."

You swallow the taste of him, "I'm yours." He captured your lips as he pushed you down onto your back, his tounge invading you, tasting yourself, him tasting himself. Your legs wrapped around his narrow waist, arms caressing every inch you could touch. You turned your head to catch your breath,"I've always been yours." You confess, as he took himself in his hand,"you could've had me at anytime," you sigh at the feel of him running the head of his cock up and down your folds. Gathering wettness before he nudged your entrance." You just had to take me. I always wanted-" you were cut off with a gasp of his name as he pushed in. Slowly, inch by inch. You felt every bit of him, every vein, ridge, everything agaisnt your slick walls. Your nails digging in to his back, makeing him groan into your ear.

Once he pushed as far as he could he paushed, letting you feel him. His breath hot against your neck.

"How- how does it feel?" You asked him, your voice barely a whisper."Tell me. Do I feel good? Please tell me I feel good"

He shuddered, his hand gripping your hip firmly, he panted for a few moments,"Nev-," he stifled a groan as you involuntarily clenched around him,"Never have I felt a cunt this tight...this wet...oh mi vida. Are you ready? Please tell me your ready-"

"Im ready," you nearly beg,"please I'm so ready I-" your voice dies as he pulls out, only to slam back in, your voice returning only to moan louder than you ever had. "Pero," you cry,"please, keep going dont be gentle, just take me. As hard as you can. Please."

He grunted and shifted resting on an elbow by your head, looking down at you through hooded faded eyes, his teeth gritted as he begins to set a pace. Steady at first makeing you whimper, until he sped up, getting rougher, harsher. His breath leaving in pants, your voice a constant cry of his name as he brushed a spot inside you you've never known was there. The sound of skin on skin was vulgar, sinful, but you didn't care.

You reached between you and him, finding your clit. Circling as you felt yourself nearing another climax.

"Are you close?" He panted as he trusted. You could only nod, eyes squeezed shut. A cry left you as you felt his weight leave you, his cock slipping from you. You grabbed him, trying to keep him on you, but you were met with a sharp slap to your thigh. Making you yelp. "On your side, Mi Amor."

"What?" You pant, but he pushed you on to your side, laying himself behind you, he hooked your thigh over his, his other arm slipping around your torso keeping you flush against him. You smiled and sighed as he kissed your neck, slipping easily back into your core. His groans hot against your ear.

The new angle making you cry out as he grazed that spot inside you again. His speed increasing, his voice becoming grunts as he bucked into you, sweating like a stallion. You reached back and gripped his hair, making him growl through gritted teeth.

"Pero, please," you panted," Im so close, please-"

His hand left your thigh and reached down to where you two met. Circling you, makeing you cry, whimper, you shook against him practically screaming him name as you crested again. He held you firm, his voice breaking as his hips studdered, until he gasped your name in your ear. You felt him spill inside you, felt him soften, his grip on you losening, until he slumped against you. His softening cock still inside you, twitching, making you sigh.

You're not sure how long you laid in a heap, deep pants filled the air mixing with the sound of the summer crickets. Sweat drying on your skin from the warm air. Eventually he slipped from you, a soft groan from his lips, a sigh from you, the evidence of him dripping from you. You roll over, nestling into him. He placed soft kisses against your face, soft words in your ear, soft touches.

You laid together, slipping in and out of sleep until he urged you up. Half dazed you let him guide you up, bracing yourself against him as he helped you back into the water, until you were thigh deep. He scooped up water, and assisted cleansing you while you kissed his neck. Leading you back, he helped you into your robe, tieing it for you, kissing you. You leaned agaisnt the boulder, watching him dress.

The rest of the time came back only in bits and pieces. You nestling against him side saddled on his horse, yours following behind, its reigns teetherd to his horses saddle. Him helping you down in the stables of the Great Wall. Him carrying you to his chambers, nestling into his bunk. Him urging you to sleep, only to be awoken with his weight on top of you.

"Im sorry, Mi Amor, I just need you one more time , before I leave you for the day."

You groaned and urged him to fill you again, half awake as his breath was hot agaisnt you once again, muttering sweet words while you were in sleepy bliss, your eyes gazing out the window by his bed, the sun beginning to rise. You crested suddenly, gently, triggering him. He kissed you again.

"Sleep ,Mi Amor. Rest." You tired to sit up, it was time for your shift to begin as well, but he only pushed you back."No, you need sleep." He said softly," I'll tell them your ill."

You were going to argue, but you slipped back into sleep.

A few hours later you rose, the sun high in the sky, your core aching, your brain fuzzy. You cleaned yourself with the water and rag on the wash stand. After you made your way to your own chambers, as discreetly as possible, you washed fully. Trying to erase evidence of your encounter from the night and morning, and dressed in your armor. Your stomach growled, it had to be time for mid day tea from the sound of the drums and the bustle coming from the halls.

You slipped your way into the crowd, until you were in the feasting hall. Your eyes scanned the tables for Pero, wanting to be near him, but you felt someone take your arm.

"There you are!" A friendly voice laughed at your side, "we were looking for you all last night!"

You smile, your closest friend, a member of the Cranes, Shu, was pulling you towards the other woman at the Cranes table. You glanced around as you were led, finally spotting Tovar, he was talking excitedly to William and Ballard. His eyes darting around until he noticed you, he sat up straight, eyes wide. Your face felt warm, and you shyly smile to him. He grinned to you, winking his scared eye at you as you were urged to take a seat with the other women.

"It was so much fun, I can't believe you missed it!" Shu continued, scooping rice and vegetables into a bowl, topping it with pork in a sweet chili sauce, and passing it to you. She speared a few dumplings from the middle of the table placeing it on a plate and handing it to you as well. You don't know how she knew you were starving but she knew. "Where were you? Oh wait," she laughed, fixing herself a bowl and plate for herself." let me guess. At the pond again?"

You poured tea for her, then yourself, clearing your throat,"um...yeah, tell me about the party." You asked trying to change the subject. "What did I miss?"

"Oh you know, music, fireworks, drinking, the most amazing dumplings and whole roasted pigs. You would have loved it," she gave you a pout,"I wish you were there! Why did you go to that damned pond again?"

"I dont know, I just don't like crowds." You shifted in your seat, greedily eating the food your friend fixed for you. You could tell she was eyeing you suspiciously. You couldn't keep anything from her. She could read you like a book.

You'd been friends since you arrived, quickly bonding when you discovered she spoke English. You became close after the defeat of the monsters, a few weeks into your stay she declared you her Laotong, your 'old same', close as sisters, bonded forever. Nothing was kept from either of you, so now she knew something was a miss.

Her eyes went wide and a small gasp left her lips, "You weren't alone were you?"

You shifted your eyes, shoveling more food into your mouth.

"It was a man wasn't it?" She teased.

A few of the other women looked up from their bowls or haulted their conversations to look to you and Shu. You sipped your bitter tea, ignoreing how hot it was.

"Who?" Shu giggled, grabbing your arm,"tell me, I'll die if I dont know!"

You looked to her and cleared your throat,"um..." you glanced behind you, to a few tables away, where Tovar sat eating. His eyes boring into you. Shu looked as well, her eyes scanning the crowd.

"Who? Who?" Her eyes landed on the table with Tovar, seeing how he was looking at you, the way his lips cruled into a knowing grin. Her eyes went wide as she quickly turned away, her mouth hanging open. "Tovar?" She gasped, getting the attention of more of the women. You turned to her, shushing her.

"Please dont-"

One of the women across from you spoke to Shu, questioning what was wrong in Mandarin. Which Shu quickly answered before you could stop her. The women across dropped her chopsticks, the girl beside her tugged her sleeve and she quickly shared the information. You groaned as one by one the whole table found out, small gasps and laughs hummed over the table.

"Uuugh, Shu!" You whined, you loved Shu, but damn her blabbering mouth, Shu offered you another pork dumpling her cheeks pink.

"Sorry." She grimaced, you let out a small laugh at her peace offering, you couldn't stay mad at her.

After your mid day meal you found yourself in the Women's Chamber with the other Cranes. In any other home in this country this palce was where the ladies of the house would practice embroidery, host their friends with tea and Mah Jong, and pretty much that occurred here as well, except along with embroidery, tea, and games, the women sparred, fixed their weapons, and had a go at target practice with their bows.

A few of the women sat around you and Shu, some adjusted their spears, or helped mend their friends robes outside of it, but still listened in. Tea was passed around, sweet cakes, and fruit. Shu held the robe of a fellow Crane, fixing the embroidery that was coming unraveled.

You sipped on the jasmine tea that was being passed around. The scent of the hot drink brought back every event from the night before, makeing your face warm.

"Soo..," Shu grinned," Tell me everything!"

A few of the women giggled beside you.

"I...I don't know...where to start-"

Shu stopped you," Did you 'Test the machete'?"

You blinked at her,"I don't understand."

She thought for a moment, "Bed business."

"Oh, oh." You giggled."Yes."

Shu smiled,"How was his weapon?"

"His weapon was imposing." You laughed," and he was muscled like a stallion."

One of the women beside you sighed.

"Was his aim true?"

"Very true, he was an expert marksman."

One of the other girls asked Shu something,"Ok, did he find the pearl within your oyster?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"With his fingers, and his tounge."

"AIYA!" She exclaimed with a laugh,"lucky girl! So, he was just there? Waiting for you?"

"No," you said snagging a red bean bun as a plate was being passed around," He didnt know I'd be there. He was really angry I was there, actually."

"But he layed with you, how did he go from angry to...lust filled?"

You shruggd as you bit into the sweet bun,"I dont know, one minute he was calling me a child,then we were drinking wine in the pool, and the next thing I knew he couldn't keep his hands off me."

"Odd." Shu said," Do you think the wine got to him?"

"I dont think so, wine usually kills men's ability to...perform their...bed business."

Shu thought for a moment,"unless.."

"Unless what?"

"The Blue Moon," she gasped," like the story."

A murmer went over the women beside you.

"Story? What story? What does the moon have to do with it?"

She sighed," There's a story attached to that pond." She began," The Tale of the Saddened Bride."

You chewed your bun hesitantly, not really liking the sound of the tale.

"So, long ago, a young girl came from a home that was not that rich, but not that poor. Her feet were not that small, but not that big. And she married a man who was not so rich, but not so poor. He also was not that kind, but not that mean.

She was desperately unhappy in her new home. Her Mother in Law cruel, demanding a Grand Son, but her husband paid her no mind. He gave her no affection, gave her no gifts, and never visited her at night. So every full moon when once more her red flower would bloom, when her Mother in Law beat her for ruining her bed with her blood, she would go to the cliff side, among the jasmine vines and cry. She cried every month, cried so much that her tears began to form a pool.

When one day the Moon showed twice in one month her husband came to her chambers, only to find her missing. He ventured out until he found her, crying by the pond she made with her tears. He scolded her, 'I never beat you!' He yelled, 'I feed you! Clothe you! And still you cry!'

She only wiped her face and told him 'Yes, but you don't love me.' When the moonlight fell upon her tears he was suddenly struck by her beauty. He took her in his arms and cried too. He was must have been blind to her beauty, her charms, he felt like a fool. He vowed to love her fully from then on. Have her want for nothing. And that night they made a son-"

You nearly choked on your tea, one of the women patted your back as Shu continued over your coughing.

"Not just one son, dozens.-"

"Dozens!!!?" You gasped only to be shushed.

"Her wish came true," Shu continued,"he loved her. Attended to her every need, wrapped her in the finest silks, gave her the most beautiful combs for her hair. But it soon began to bore her, and she became sad again. And he became mad with rage, he gave her everything but still she made her way to the pond to cry. He became jealous of everyone. Convinced someone was stealing her affections from him. He blamed his servants, his own sons, he went mad, convinced the Moon itself was stealing his bride from him. In a blind rage he followed her to the pond where he watched her cry in to the pool, the moonlight touching every inch of her, places only HE had the right to touch, he vowed then and there to destroy it-"

You bolted up, cold sweat breaking out all over you, your stomach turned.

"What's wrong?" Shu asked, riseing.

"I.....I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Wait!" Shu called after you, but you didnt pay her any mind as you ran from the room, panicked. The sweet words Tovar muttered to you as he made love to you ringing in your ears. How he said he had been envious of the moon, the same as the man in the story. You had to find Tovar, had to fix this before he went mad as well.

🌜🌜Thanks for reading! Part 2 coming soon🌛🌛

I disagree. Ghost holds hands when he is eating you put to.stop you from squirming so much

A/N: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader. Oral. Wet stuff. He’s nasty.

Outside of their “moments,” Ghost won’t touch her unless he has to. He maintains a professional distance, and a part of her longs to stake her claim. Hold his damn hand, so the team understands how he gets on his knees for her or allows her to ride him.

He’s a legend to them. A myth. The lone wolf whose kill count is in the thousands. 

How many?

I don’t count ‘em. 

Oh?

I don’t lose sleep if that’s what you’re asking. 

They needle her, poke fun because she’s a woman, and it’s just so damn easy. Ghost never does, though. Ghost treats her like he treats everyone else with cool, stoic regard. 

Except when he fucks her. There’s that. 

***

It’s an uneventful night. The rest of the team is playing poker around a plastic card table. There’s smoke in the air from cheap cigars. Whiskey that’s sticking to her throat as she downs it. She leans against the doorway; arms crossed firmly over her chest. She should go to sleep. 

“Duchess.”

There he is. That voice matches the cigar smoke. It’s thick and impenetrable, and it licks up her spine. She feels his broad chest against her back, the heat of his bulk, and she wants the others to turn around and catch them. Sure it would appear like their lieutenant is simply chatting with her, but if they looked closely, they’d see...

He lowers his head so that his breath grazes her ear. “Needy, are we?”

She bites her lip, shutting her eyes. “No.”

“You may not believe I watch you, but I do.” If possible, his voice becomes even lower, dragging over gravel and full of suggestion. “I think about the sounds you make when I got my tongue inside you.”

She shudders, thighs squeezing together. Ghost’s pelvis shifts against her ass, and she restrains herself from leaning into his massive warmth. 

“It’s bloody distracting,” he exhales. “Tryin’ to give orders when all I can see is that wet little cunt in front of my face.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

“They don’t see how I look at you,” he continues. “But that’s because it’s mine. What we do...what we have...that’s all mine, darling.”

She buries her nails into her forearm until it hurts. She glances at him over her shoulder, and he’s staring straight ahead like he hasn’t just confessed an intimate truth. He’s so close she can discern his blonde lashes, his deep sea eyes. They flicker toward her.

“Ghost,” she murmurs as he draws closer.

***

“Simon,” she moans, hips rolling against his face. He’s shoved his mask above his nose as he blows cool air against her cunt. He parts her folds and nudges his thumb against the swollen nub as she clenches down on nothing. His touch is practiced as he strokes and teases her. He slips his fingers inside her pussy before removing them. 

“Duchess,” he replies flatly, a flash of amusement like he enjoys wrecking her with as few gestures as possible. He holds her thighs open before he lowers his mouth and slides the flat of his tongue against the seam of her sex. She jerks, her foot knocking into the hard muscle of his torso.

“Easy, now,” he croons. “Stay still so I can eat you the way I like, yeah?”

One broad palm slaps gently against her inner thigh and pins it to the mattress. He sinks back down and buries his face into her pussy, lapping and sucking with a deliberate rhythm. He feasts, switching between his tongue and fingers. He crooks them inside her, thrusts in time with the soft sucks on her clit. There are the wet noises of her walls contracting around him. Ghost’s rumbling sounds of contentment as he tastes her. 

“Red,” he warns when she bucks against his face and potentially breaks his nose against her lower belly. 

“I can’t-I can’t help it,” she pants, and he sighs. It is impossible with the way he’s pulling pleasure from her. She feels like a naked branch in a storm, shivering and snapping against a glass window. Her muscles tense, her thighs twitch, and she can’t find leverage on this shitty cot. 

Finally, she feels warm flesh brush against her knuckles. She glances down as Ghost threads his thick fingers through her own. His hand dwarfs her fist as he pins it to the mattress. It anchors her body and allows her something to hold onto as she straddles the oncoming climax. She’s leaking all over him, slick running down her ass and staining the sheets. It encourages him. His hips grind into the bed, his pupils blown out as he watches her shudder; it feels so good. 

His thumb draws little circles against her hand as if to comfort her through it like this was a challenging task she had to win, an endgame for a mission. Her lungs are screaming - her heart thumps wildly against her ribs as the pleasure builds like a chemical reaction. Shocking. Overwhelming.

Tears prick her eyes. She swallows a sob as his stubble scorches her skin, his silky plush lips maneuvering against her cunt like he’s memorized it. Perhaps, he has. He's got a photographic memory, he handles her like he handles every precious weapon in his arsenal.

It’s coming - the pressure inside her core begins to cramp and fold until it slams right up against Ghost’s insistent mouth. 

“I feel it,” he groans as her walls spasm and her pelvis stutters against his chin. He tightens his grip on her hand, his other fingers sliding in and out of her soaked heat in an even, lazy drag.

“It’s - fuck - it’s too much,” she whines, and he doubles his pace, prepared to shove her off the damn cliff. 

“You’re a big girl, love,” he coaxes. “You can handle it, yeah? I know how good you are.”

That’s enough. Ghost’s praise that he hardly ever gives to anyone. It shoots her straight between the legs, where her cunt pulses and throbs like a wound. There’s so much pressure before everything is liquid. She feels wet, dripping, and when he rises to his knees, she is all over the lower half of his face.

He grins, straight, white teeth burning in the dark like a a crescent of stars, and she is momentarily stunned. She’s never seen him smile, or his teeth for that matter. She wants to lick them, taste them, and swallow him whole. The corner of his lips twitches like he knows what she’s thinking before he rucks the ski mask back down over his chin that’s gleaming with her slick. 

She sits up abruptly, reaching for him. “You can’t-”

“I can,” he grunts, flipping her onto her side and slapping her thigh. “Get your pretty ass dressed. We’ve got wheels up in thirty.”

Absurd if you are taking requests could we get a lil somthing with Pero or Din (who ever your feeling) fucking you real hard and mean because you did something stupid and almost got yourself captured. It's rough and nasty and mean but also moments of soft and caring tenderness cuz they love you but holy fuck you do stupid shit sometimes???

***Pero!!!!!! I feel like he would be the type to give you that rough fucking after you do something stupid. 

Temeraria

“Tovar!” William’s laugh makes you lift your head from your position over the Spaniard’s shoulder to shoot the Irishman a deadly glare. His toothy grin pissed you off as you bounced up and down as he marched away from the horses and the rest of the men. “Tovar! Put her down!”

“Fuck off, Amigo!” Tovar shoots back hotly, his hand coming up to connect sharply with your saddle sore behind. “And you quit moving, hermosa.” He growls, his voice low enough so that only you can hear it.

“Pero, I-”

“Shut up, cariño.” He warns, swatting your ass again hard enough that you yelp.

You winced as the men shouted out encouragement to Tovar and laughed making him growl even more as he moved swiftly farther away. You knew from the moment you dismounted your horse for the night and Pero turned to you that you were in trouble.

It wasn’t like you had meant to get separated from the group. The skirmish caught you by surprise and you had quickly been cut off from the rest of the men, your bow less effective when you had run out of arrows as the brigands started to close in on you.

Pero had been furious. You could see it in his eyes when one of the dirty men had grabbed you and dragged you off your horse, ignoring the knife you had plunged into his arm. The hand around your throat had spelled his death, your lover’s axe buried in his back as he gurgled and coughed blood in your face.

Tossing you his spare knife, he had swooped in like an angry God, growling and cursing as he cut down men as if it were practice. When he was done, his dark eyes leveled a look at you that made you shiver as he gruffly told you to get on your damned horse.

Your world tilts when he grabs your hip and his shoulder bucks up, spilling you onto the ground. The water behind you as you sprawl out on the ground and look up at the dark and angry man gives you a good idea why he hauled you away.

“Strip.” He orders you, reaching for the leather belt around his waist that held his sword. When you hesitate he arches an eyebrow at you. “Strip or I will cut the clothes from your body.”

You bite your lip as you reach for the buckles of your leathers. You knew he would. He had before, ignoring your curses in his desperation to get to your skin. Your hands shake as you pull at the armor and cast it aside, revealing the softer undershirt you wore under your scratchy tunic. When you’ve finally stripped down as bare as the day you were born, you dare to look up to find Tovar watching you with dark, lust filled eyes.

Your lover is already bare and he growls when he stomps over you and drags you into the water. You shriek when you hit the icy water, his hot body right behind yours as he presses you up against the rough stone of a boulder.

“Stúpida, temeraria.” He grunts as he pushes your legs apart. The blunt head of his cock pushes against your entrance before he thrusts deep. “Me vuelves loco”

You cry out, your toes curling and you push up against the stone at the rough feel of his cock stretching you. “Pero!”

He growls, his arm coming around you and locking under your breast to hold you in place while he starts pounding into you. “You should have stayed beside me, hermosa.” He grunts in your ear. Every other word accented by the sharp snap of his hips as he fills you. “What would I have done if they had taken you?”

Your nails dig into his forearm, clawing at him as his cock shreds up inside of you deliciously. All you can do is mewl out pitiful cries, your other hand latching onto his hip to ground you.

“I’d have had to kill all of them. Just not the few that tried to take you.” He rasps, his heaving breathes in your ear making your cunt flood with slick arousal. “More blood on my hands because they took you from me.”

His other hand comes up and squeezes your breast harshly, before sliding down and sinking between your thighs. The rough pads of his fingers rubbing at your clit. As angry as he was, as much rage as you felt at every thrust of his cock into your cunt, he was also going to make sure you found pleasure with him.

HIs lips press against your shoulder, making you cry out when he follows them with his teeth. Sucking a bruise into your skin before moving over an inch and repeating the process. Marking you as if the visible signs of his claim on you would keep someone from trying to harm you in the future.

“Pero.” You gasp out, achingly close to release, making him groan against your skin.

“That’s it, carino.” He growls behind your ear. “Tell the world who you belong to. Who makes you soak his cock when you cum.”

You tilt your head back as your cunt locks down on him, the hot rush of your cum flooding over his cock. You cry out loud enough for the men to hear but you don’t care. All you care around is the way that Pero drives deep into you, striking against that sweet spot with every harsh swing of his hips.

He lets go of your clit and digs his fingers into your hips hard enough that you know you will carry bruises for days. The strangled groan behind you as he buries his cock deep makes you shiver as he paints your womb with his seed.

Pero ruts into you, slower as he rides out his high before he stills. Flattening you against the boulder, his hands caress your hips as he rubs the sting away from his harsh grip. “Don’t be foolish next time, hermosa.” He whispers, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Next time I will let them have you.”

He pulls away and tugs you over to where he had dropped a saddle bag on the stones. “Come, let’s wash that bastard’s blood out of your hair, hmm?”

You smile at him, even if his scowl is still dark, you see the caring in his eyes as he pulls you deeper into the river to bathe you. His threat was an empty one, he would never let anyone take you. You were his and that was exactly what you liked. 

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sweating bullets | john "soap" mactavish

summary: after a sparring session with soap, you find him up late at night and decide to do some late-night cardio

pairing: john "soap" mactavish x afab!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, oral (fem + male receiving), riding, needy soap

notes: this is a continuation of my "sparring" fic, but could also be read on its own :)

taglist: @cyberdecayed @wuv4eva @solarslushee

Soap would be lying if he said he didn't know why he was up.

He knew exactly why he was still up and it was eating him up inside. He kept tossing and turning in his bed, thinking about you. Thinking about how he held you down on the floor and how easy it was. He knew he was wrong thinking about this, it made him feel awful for the thought even slipping into his mind. He thought of himself as a pervert and would mentally curse himself out for even thinking about touching himself to the thought of you.

He had to get his mind off of it.

A sigh escaped his lips as he swung his feet over the edge of his bed. His feet pressed to the cold floor as he stood up and he put on some socks before going to his doorway.

-

Your eyes fluttered open slowly and adjusted to the dark room. It was the middle of the night, you knew it had to at least 3 am. You groaned as you tossed in your bed sheets. You threw them off of your body as you had to get up and use the bathroom. Reluctantly, you stood up from the side of your bed and yawned before walking out of your quarters.

You used the bathroom and washed your hands and started back towards your room. You stopped as you saw a light in the corner of your eye that seemed to be coming from the kitchen. Your eyebrows furrowed together in curiosity as you slowly walked down the hallway and made your way to the kitchen. You squinted and your eyes adjusted to the light as you got into the kitchen and you noticed Soap there.

"Sergeant?" You asked softly.

Soap almost jumped out of his skin when he heard someone speak. It certainty didn't help when he turned around and saw you standing there. His chest heaved up and down, still on edge from you scaring him.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." You chuckled.

"No it's- it's alright." He says with a nervous smile. He swallows harshly and nods, still trying to get rid of his thoughts from earlier. It wasn't very easy when you were standing in front of him in pajamas.

"Can't sleep?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He scoffed with a smile as he shook his head. "No." He said briefly.

"Nightmares?" You pressed.

"Not exactly." He says. "Did you have a nightmare?" He adds quickly.

"Not tonight." You say.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, the scene growing more awkward by the second. "Are you hungry? Your stomach keeping you up at night?" You broke the silence and stepped closer to him, standing next to him at the counter as he looked like he was making a sandwich of some kind. "Uh - kind of. Thought it might take my mind off of things." Soap chuckled, looking you up and down from the corner of his eye.

"Really? What could be keeping you up so late, Sergeant?" You asked, turning to him with a smirk on your face.

All he did was scoff and smile as he turned to face you. Your smirk grew wider as you caught his attention. "A lot of things." He said in a gruff voice as you leaned your back against the counter. "Is that so?" You added and crossed your arms. He inhaled and exahled as he placed one hand on his hip and leaned on the counter.

"What's really on your mind, Johnny?" You pushed as you stood up and inched closer to him. He pressed his lips tightly together and looked down as he shook his head with a smile on his face.

"I could tell you but it wouldn't be appropriate." His voice was almost a whisper but you heard him loud and clear.

Even Soap himself was surprised by his comment. He didn't know why he said that and didn't know where he got the confidence from. Maybe it was the fact that he was still half-asleep or the fact that he is so desperate for your touch. You were a bit taken aback by his comment, not thinking he would actually admit anything, but you'd be damned if you weren't going to take this opportunity. You inched closer to him as you saw his nervous eyes looking into yours and down at your lips rapidly.

You took a leap of faith and pressed your lips against his and captured him in a sloppy kiss. A desperate groan escaped his lips the second you kissed him. You brought your hands up and wrapped them around his head, gripping onto his mohawk. Soap instantly wrapped his big arms around you and lifted you up and sat you onto the edge of the counter, not breaking the touch of your lips together. Your legs instantly wrapped around his torso and locked together, trapping him closer to you. He almost whined at your action and hand his hands all over you. "Take me to your room." You breathed out, breaking the kiss for a second. Soap instantly obeyed and had his lips back on yours as he wrapped his large hands around your body and lifted you up once again. Your arms held tightly around his shoulders, your nails digging into his shirt.

He walked slowly to his room, keeping his lips on yours, his mouth hot and desperate. He walked into his room and turned you around so that he could press your body against the door, closing it in the process. Your hand reached down and locked the door. He pulled your body away and made his way to his bed and laid you down, you still had your legs wrapped around his body.

"Is this okay?" He asked, breathing heavily as he broke the kiss and looked down at you for a moment. You chuckled and replied, "Yes." He clashed his lips back onto yours, moaning into your lips. His rough hands laid on your stomach and slowly sneaked under the hem of your shirt. He reached up under your shirt and his hands roamed up your torso, stopping to land one of his hands on one of your breasts. You gasped into his mouth as his hand squeezed your breasts.

Soap could almost cum from just hearing your moans, it made him weak in the knees. He pulled your shirt up and over your head to reveal your bare chest. This man was so in awe of every part of your body and wanted to enjoy every inch of it. His hands laid on your sides as his lips pressed against your jawline and slowly made his way down your neck and to your chest. He stopped at your breast and circled his tongue around your nipple. You whined and kept your hands tightly wrapped around him, your nails digging into the back of his neck.

"God fuck — you don't know how much I wanted this." He admits in a low voice.

You chuckled and breathed out heavily. He went further down until he was kneeling on the wooden floor. He grabbed ahold of your thighs and pulled you closer to him, he kept a tight grip on both of your thighs as he stayed between your legs. He lifts himself up for a moment to slowly pull down your pajama bottoms, along with your underwear.

"Fuck — " you cursed as you felt his hot breath inches away from your core. Soap reached his hands up to lay on your sides as he licked a stripe up your folds. You instinctively shuttered and let out a small whine, which was all a sign for Soap to keep going. He buried his face in between your legs, letting his tongue explore every part of your pussy. You gasped and laid your head back on the bed, gripping the sheets next to you tightly. Johnny ate you out like he had never had a meal before, like he was going to die if he didn't. He was desperate.

Your hands reach down to his hair and pulled on the strands of his mohawk. "Oh fuckin' hell." He cursed, you could feel the vibrations of his words on your folds. He brought one of his hands down from your sides to press onto your clit. He massaged your clit softly as sucked on your pussy. Your hand clutched over your mouth, not wanting to be too loud and remembering that there are other people in the rooms around you.

He pressed one of his rough fingers into you, you cursing out his name in response. His finger moved in and out of you as he kept his tongue moving inside of you. Your hips bucked up into him, causing a moan to escape from his lips as he pushed your hips back down.

"Please, Johnny — " you whined out.

Fuck, he could cum in his pants right there just from your voice and the taste of you on his tongue.

He continued at this pace, speeding up a bit as he added another finger into you, his thumb pressing up on your clit. You were close and he could feel it from the way you clenched around him. "Jesus — cum on my tongue, please lass." He begged, pulling his mouth away for a moment just to dive back into you. You cursed as you clenched around him even tighter and felt your orgasm approaching.

"Fuck, I'm about to — " you started.

"Yes lass, do it." He encouraged.

You bit your lip as you clenched tightly and felt a rush of heat hit you as you released. Soap moaned into your folds and sucked up your juices like he was starving.

Your chest heaved up and down as you were coming down from your high. You held you wrist over your forehead and a small smirk was plastered on your lips.

"Fucking hell." He cursed as stood up from his knees. He crawled onto the bed and hovered over you as grabbed ahold of the nape of his neck and harshly crashed your lips into his. He was a bit taken aback by your assertiveness but completely obliged. You pushed against him, wanting to have him on his back on the bed, to which he happily obeyed. You climbed over him and straddled his hips, feeling his hard cock beneath you.

You tugged at the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. His muscular abdomen almost had your mouth hanging open. You knew Soap was strong but the definition in his muscles still shocked you. You leaned down and kissed him again, your hands roaming over his chest, feeling every crease and scar on his body. You grinded your hips softly against his clothed cock as he whimpered into your lips. You moved the kiss from his lips, down to his neck, and then his chest. You kept moving down until you reached the hem of his sweatpants.

"Fuck — please, lass." He whined. You'd never heard this side of him, so desperate and needy. It was a real ego booster.

You bit your lip as you pulled down both his sweatpants and boxers to reveal his throbbing cock. You knew Soap was a big man, of course he was big in all ways.

Your hand wrapped around his shaft and pumped up and down a few times. He bucked his hips into you, cursing as he gripped the pillow behind his head. "You're so needy, Johnny." You teased as you moved your hand on his shaft. "Such a different side of you, Sergeant." You added.

"Don't do this to me, please." He whined as he breathed heavily. You chuckled as you kissed up his shaft, causing a groan to escape his lips. You licked around his tip, feeling his body shiver as your tounge touched him. "I need it so bad, lass." He added.

You smiled before taking him into your mouth, going about halfway down his shaft. He let out a moan as he laid his head back onto the pillow. You bobbed your head up and down on him, your hand on the rest of his shaft.

"Fucking hell — I can't take much more." He whined.

You brought your head up and away from his cock. He groaned in frustration at the loss of contact and looked at you. "You can hold off just a bit longer, Johnny." You teased as you moved upward. You hovered over him and aligned his shaft with your pussy. "Fuck, please." He breathes out as he lays his hands on your hips. You could almost laugh at his neediness.

You slowly sunk down onto his cock, him letting strings of curses fall from his mouth. Your chest heaved up and down before you began slowly grinding on his hips.

"Steamin' bloody Jesus — " He cursed, his hands tightly squeezing onto the flesh on your hips.

You pressed your hands onto his muscular chest as you moved up and down on his cock. You breathed heavily, feeling beads of sweat fall down your body. He groaned as he felt your walls clench around him. His hands reached up and roamed your chest and stopped to squeeze yuor breasts, causing you to gasp. The sound of wet slapping filled the room as you began moving faster on top of him. You leaned down and captured his lips in a long and sloppy kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck and held onto him tightly. He moaned into your lips, his large arms wrapping around your body to hold you close.

"Goddammit lass, I'm gonna — " He broke away from your lips.

"Johnny." You breathed out, keeping the same pace as you moved your hips.

"Oh fuck — " Soap cursed as you clenched around him. You moaned loudly as you felt your orgasm hitting you as you bobbed on top of him. Soap felt his coming soon after, his hands moved back to your hips and tightly gripped on to your skin. He moaned loudly before thrusting up into you a few more times before pulling out and cumming. He spurt up onto your chest and some fell back onto his own chest.

Your breath heaved heavily as your legs shook on top of him, you held onto his chest for support. You both laid there, still with you on top of him, breathing as if you'd had just come back from a heavy workout.

"Oh my god." You whispered as you laid your forehead on his chest, feeling his fast heartbeat. Soap's arms once again wrapped around your body and pulled you closer to him. Your sweaty bodies were pressed against each other as you felt each other's heartbeats.

"I've never heard you beg like that, Sergeant." You teased as you brought up your head to look at him. "Oh, shut up." He said in that thick accent. You chuckled at him before sitting back up.

"Think you'll be able to sleep now?" You smirked. "Oh yeah, like a baby." He responded.

"Actually, how about we take a shower and clean up?" You suggested.

"Yeah, good idea." He smirked.

Mob! Bucky x Virgin! Best friend Reader?

Ooh this is new

Okay but imagine having Bucky as your best friend since childhood; your families were close and hence you two as well

And when his father passes, the title gets passed down to him. And he's not just your best friend anymore, he's Bucky Barnes the mob boss.

Of course, that never affected your friendship and you two remain close friends

And you tell each other everything.

Literally everything.

Which is the reason why you found yourself in this situation today; where you and Bucky were having a movie night

Sat on your couch in your pjs, just like when you were kids. And since the movie was boring, halfway through it, you decided to bring up something you've been wanting to do for a while now.

You were in your early 20s and still a virgin, not that there was anything wrong with it, but you simply wanted to change that.

But instead of just doing that with someone you don't know well, you decided to turn to the only man you could trust - Bucky.

And he was surprised. "You want me to what?"

You sigh and hit him with a nearby pillow. "Literally all I'm asking is for you to fuck me, is that too hard?"

"No it's not. I didn't even know that you were a v-" he stopped and took a deep breath. "Look, there's nothing wrong with that. You can wait for when you find someone you truly trust and-"

You cut him.

"That's why I'm asking you, Buck. I don't wanna do it with a stranger. I trust you." you tell him and for some reasons, the very thought of some other man touching you made him uncomfortable and almost angry.

"Are you sure?" he asks you again.

And you nod immediately. "A hundred percent."

He looks at you for a few seconds, then stares at your lips before he leans in and presses his lips to yours and pulls you onto his lap.

Okay but can you imagine? The big, bad mob boss being all gentle and careful with you?

Because he's had feelings for you this whole time but he was always scared of losing your friendship

So now that he finally gets to show you, he wants to make sure you're completely fine with it.

Imagine him asking you if you're okay at all times?

"Can I touch you?"

"Tell me if you want me to stop?"

"Are you okay with this?"

"Can I get rid of your shirt?"

"Can I touch you here?"

"Tell me if you're not comfortable, okay?"

To a point where you'd have to shut him up with a kiss each time he'd open his mouth to ask a question

Okay but imagine him taking it slow, being all gentle when he goes down on you;

Holding you like you were made of delicate glass

Kissing every inch of your body as he makes his way in between your hips

Being the first one to touch you like this gave him quite the rush, and he wanted to be the best you ever have

And when his mouth latches onto your sensitive clit, you can't help but moan at the pleasurable yet foreign feeling

I bet mob!bucky would want to make you cum as many times as he possibly can;

On his tongue

All over his fingers

Maybe on his tongue one more time before he asks you if you are okay again

And when you say you are, he pushes his erected cock in you

He's slow and gentle again; watching your face intently, looking for any signs of discomfort or pain

But you assure him you're okay and you want this.

Bucky cups your face in his large hands once he's entirely buried in you, and you ask him to give you a moment

He cups your face and kisses you deeply; and something in him flips like switch.

He doesn't want anyone else touching you like this ever again

"You're mine." he mumbled against your lips as he slowly moves against you; his cock slipping in and out of you

You whine and whimpered at the unfamiliar feeling; it's just a little painful given he was big but his gentle touch made up for it

He held you lovingly as he stared into your eyes while he fucked you slowly.

"Are you okay?" he asked again, panting as he had to hold back his need and desire to just fuck you like an animal

You nodded and slid your hands into his hair while he sped up just a little; moaning at how tight and warm you felt

He picks up his pace slowly, speeding into you only after he's certain that you're okay with it

Maybe he leans down to kiss you while he pounds into you

You tug on his hair and he moans through the kiss

You soon feel an unfamiliar feeling wash over you, a pressure in between your hips; sweet, agonizing and overwhelming

You moaned out loud and held on to his shoulders for dear life as he makes you cum

Your walls clench around him, and you throw your head back and cry out as you cum around him; your walls milking him until he came as well, right after you

He kisses your forehead as you come down from your high

You're both panting after you're done and Bucky simply just lays there, partially on top of you

And he gently caresses your face, affectionately

And you feel it too, the peace and comfort by being with him; but you're scared of losing him as a friend

"Are you okay?" he asks again, breaking the silence

You nod and tell him you're okay. You're more than okay actually.

"Would now be a good time to tell you that I've had feelings for you since forever?" he sounds so vulnerable

You smile and lean in closer to him, tucking your head under his chin, kissing his skin gently.

"Yup. Because then I'd tell you that I've had feelings for you for the longest time ever as well." you finally confess and he chuckles and pulls you into his arms

"You're mine." he whispers again and kisses the top of your head.

And you're fine with that; being his.

a/n: i want

What to Expect

synopsis: "Exes can have a baby, right?", a story in which Jake finds himself having a baby with the one person who can't even stand the sight of him. Slow burn, exes to lovers.

warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, cursing, smut, mentions of infidelity, fighting, blood, broken hurts, trust issues

prologue

chapter 1

Chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

chapter 12

chapter 13

chapter 14

chapter 15

chapter 16

EXTRAS:

coming soon. . .