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Breathe Me

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by pidgeotto_gunderson

There’s never air to breathe
There’s never in-betweens
These nightmares always hang on past the dream

 

 

 

After the Wormhole Incident, Keith and Lance crash-land on the same planet, and, well, that goes about as well as you’d think.

Words: 2339, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2gLawIM
Sex at 3am.

Hi guys ! It’s Raphaëlle talking ! Just wanted to tell you how much I love you, and that, if you have any ideas for imagine, you can always come and ask me !

Disclaimer: Smut. Like hard, pure smut. Oh, and swearing. And a breeding kink.

Words: 2339.

MASTERLIST

Imagine, you though something happened to him.

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The clock on your bedside table was showing 2:34 am the last time you checked. And still no signs of him. You were starting to get worry. He’s been gone since 19h and told you he was supposed to be back between 23h\0h00. Never, never he was that late. And if he was, he would let you know. Send somebody to tell you that something was wrong and that he had to stay longer at the office.

 But tonight, nothing. Not even a text. 

It wasn’t normal.

 Scenarios after scenarios started to create itself inside your head. What if the Bat caught him? What if, right now, he was inside a cell of Arkham? No, that’s impossible, Frost would have come to tell you.

What if they’re all dead? What if the police showed up while they were crashing the mayor’s birthday party and kill them all? Could it be possible? 

Was it how it was supposed to end since the beginning? Him dead and you heartbroken? 

You couldn’t stand it anymore. Reaching for your phone, you call him.

After ten ringing, his voice mail snaps. 

You try again. Three, four, five times. Still the same thing: no answer. 

You could feel the panic raising inside of you. Suddenly, it was more difficult to breath, and the room felt tighter around you. You took off the silk purple sheet off of you. The warm of the room was becoming too intense. You could feel the drops of sweat rolling down your naked back. 

You try Frost’s number. Again, it direct you to his voice mail. You screamed in frustration, you could feel the tears at the extremities of your eyes.

You pitch your cell phone as far from you and run out of the bedroom into the living room. You turn on the TV and put it on the news. You knew that, if Mr. J was dead, they would talk about it. Whatever the time is. 

But you’re welcomed by the fortune lady who’s talking about her tarot cards and how much energy they have. 

You scream, while you let down your tears. And then it hit you. How deep your bond to that man is. How the fact that you don’t have any information can make you sick so rapidly. You needed him to breath, to live. Otherwise you’ll fall into an abyss of eternal darkness. You passed your fingers through your (h\c) hair. Multiples times. And then, you pull. You pull with all your strength. And then, you winced as you feel your hair getting pulled out of your head. You became crazy. Like an addict who didn’t have his regular dose. 

You started to trash. You throw the remote control at the TV, just so the lady would shut the fuck up. Who gives a damn shit about her tarot cards? The couch is flipped upside down. The pictures and paintings on the wall are destroyed. The wooden table in the middle of the room, is now all over the floor. You start to go after the lamps when you’re bring back to earth by the voice you were looking for. 

WHAT THE FUCK, (y\n)?” J screamed. 

You stopped what you were about to do and stand still in the middle of the ruined room. You’re breathing hard and fast, your naked chest moving upwards every time you take an inspiration. 

You’re not dead?” You said, softly, like you couldn’t believe it.

 His purple coat was stained with splash of red, as well as his naked white chest. His green hair, though, didn’t move an inch. 

Dead? Why would you think that? And why would it gives you the right to destroy the living room?” He said, irritated. 

You told me you’ll be here at 23h. Its 3h in the morning J. Nobody came to tell me you’ll be that late.” You told him, you’re chin’s trembling while you’re trying to maintain the sobs inside of you.

I did. I send that stupid trainee.” 

Well he never came.” You stated, exploding. 

You sit down on the floor while your body’s vibrating with all the sobs that’s coming out of you. 

It’s silent for a while in the room. You can only hear yourself crying. 

Frost. Where’s that fucking trainee? Well, when you’ll find that little bitch, bring him to me. I have some words to tell him.

 You can hear his boots on the floor coming towards you. His cold pale hands passed under your arm pit and lift you up off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck to support yourself.

 His big hands go to your naked butt. They caress it gently.

 “Shh, baby, Daddy will make him pay for that, I promise.” He told you, calmly.

He start to walk outside the trashed room and towards your bedroom. Like magic, all of the despair and sobs are gone, as if they were never there.

 “C’mon show your beautiful smile to Daddy.

You take your face out of his neck and show him your teeth. In return, he show you his. 

When you’re inside the dark bedroom, he depose you gently on the silk sheet. He take of his bloody coat and pants, leaving him in only his boxer that had difficulty to maintain all of him inside. 

He come over you, deposing both of his arms between your head and he kiss you. Hard. You can hear the mixing of saliva your tongues are making. He groans, you moan. 

Oh, baby, daddy have been thinking of you all night long. I’ve been hard all night long, thinking about that thigh little cunt of yours.” He says hotly in your ear. 

You can feel his fingers sliding down your body, stopping a while around your bellybutton, to tease you, making you envy him. 

When he puts his finger on your most intimate part, he can already feel the beginning of wetness that he have created by just kissing and touching you. He start to circle your clit and you moan softly. 

Yeah, you like that, hm? Tell daddy, that you like what he’s doing too your little body.”

I like it, daddy. I like it very, very much. Your big fingers make me feel good.” You tell him in an innocent voice.

 You start to hump your waist against his big hand while you put yourself on your elbows to see his fingers on your pinky cunt. 

I’m happy to hear that baby girl.” 

But I’m sure that you’re big cock will help to make me feel so much better.” You state with the same tone of voice. 

You hear him chuckle and see his dick twitch inside of the black fabric. 

You want daddy’s thick meat to fuck your little cunt, baby? Is that what you want?” He asked you.

 He push harder against your clit. He put a wicked smile on his face when he sees you squirm under him. 

Yes daddy, that’s what I want.” 

Then say it, say it. Pretty, pretty, pretty…” 

Please.” 

God you’re so… good.” He said, stopping his circular motion on your clit. 

He lift himself off of you. He stand on his knees on the bed, hovering you, like a king. His chest fall back heavy, and the bulge in his boxer makes your mouth water. You lick you lips. 

Come and take it off.” He ordered you. 

You put yourself on your hands and knees and start to go towards him. When you’re centimeters away from his crotch, you bite your lower lips. You lift your (e\c) eyes towards his face. He does a move with his face to tell you to keep going. 

But before taking the boxer off, you lick his cock. You can feel it twitching incontrollable under your wet muscle. You put your tongue back inside your mouth rapidly and take off his black fabric in a swift movement. 

The long and thick organ that you love so much bobs before you. You could stare at it for an eternity. All of the veins and the perfect mushroomed tip are like a masterpiece coming straight from the gods. 

Open your mouth, little slut. Daddy’s got a lollipop for you to suck on.” He said while taking your hair in his fist and making you swallow all of his juicy meat in one shot. You don’t care, even if your throat burn from the intrusion. 

You dig your cheeks as much as you can and start to bob your head up and down while the tip of your tongue’s playing with his tip. You can feel the saliva coming out of your mouth and rolling down your chin. He was fitting so tightly inside your throat that you could feel every vein popping and pumping with blood flow. 

You could feel your wetness intensely dripping down your legs and on the bed.

You take all of him out of your mouth and start to stroke him with both of yours hands. 

Daddy, I love your cock so much, but it makes my throat so sore.” You explained. 

Well, baby, keep on sucking and you’ll have ointment that will take care of your perfect little throat.” He groan out. 

Deciding to tease him a little, you start to do kitten licks on the head of his cock. You let go of his tip and go lower. Licking both of his balls, you take one of them inside your humid mouth and suck on it. 

His groan are louder now, and his head his facing the ceiling. 

You smile, proud of yourself and go to suck his cock again. 

Sweet little mouth, always so good on daddy’s cock.” He start to rock back and forth inside of your mouth. 

He pick up the pace, fucking your mouth furiously. He doesn’t let you any chance to breathe. 

Suddenly, you find yourself on your back, with him on top of you. He puts his hands on the bad head to help him ram his cock inside her mouth. His groans were more and more frequent now. 

Fucking mouth, suck my cock dry. C’mon, milk it!” He groan out loud. 

You could feel the rush you sticky liquid being pushed out of his cock and running down your throat. 

I’m feeding you, you little cunt. Swallow, baby girl. Swallow it all.” He said, staying inside your mouth to make sure you do. 

When he’s sure all of his cum is now inside your belly, he take his cock out of your mouth. You take a deep breath, filling up your lungs with the air that it needs before you feel his red mouth on top of yours. He force his tongue to enter you hot and humid canal. While kissing each other, you can feel his cock getting hard again. You put your hand on it and depose his big cock in between your dripping folds. He moans, just like you. 

Still need you. Still need to breed your little pussy.” He says, humping your wet organ.

 “Daddy!” You cried as he tore through you, sinking to the hilt inside your small cunt. He gripped your tinny hips between his hands, groaning as he tried to keep your wiggling body still on his cock.

Be still, babygirl, Daddy needs you to be still.” he groaned, as your little cunt kept wiggling around the base of his cock, clenching around his shaft as it tried to suck him all up. Tried to keep him prisoner forever. 

But your tight little hole was too much for his already over excited cock and he couldn’t resist the urge to move anymore.

Oh god.” He grunted, as he pulled back, fighting the suction of your little cunt, that wanted to keep his giant meat inside of you forever, before plunging back between the clasping muscles of your pussy.

The bed was rattling with the strength of his thrust. And he was getting so deep as he rutted into you, that you became like a manufacturer of juice. You were soaking his cock and balls as he pounded your sweet little cunt. You could hear the noise of flesh slapping against flesh. You weren’t going to last much longer. Mr. J neither. 

C’mon Daddy, please, feed my little pussy with your baby making cream. Please, it need it.” At your words, you could feel his cock swelling inside of you, stretching you beyond possible.


He grabbed your tiny ass, pulling you onto his cock, forcing his meat as deep as it could go, jamming the head up against your womb over and over making you cry out. 

He became like an animal, trying to get his cock as far up inside his female and breed her. He couldn’t think of anything else, then his shaft up high inside you and shooting all of the damn cum he could produce. 

C’mon babygirl. Cum. Cum around me, let Daddy feel you milking his cock.

And that’s exactly what you did. You came, screaming around his cock, your small body trembling in extasie. You could feel your wetness dripping down his shaft and onto the bed, where there were already a big wet spot. 

His hips were pounding, ramming inside your young body until big shot of hot and potent cum blasted out of his cock, flooding your cervix and leaking around his rutting cock. 

His body shook as he lifted off you. He groaned as his cock slid from the grip of her cum filled hole with a loud slurp. He watch your cunt with attention, before lifting his eyes towards your face. His sweaty face, was smiling. 

You’re little pussy was very hungry. It swallowed up all of my cream.” He told you, smiling wickedly. 

He leaned down and kissed you softly, gently pushing his tongue into your mouth. 

I-I think it’s still hungry, Daddy.”

Sewn By: dsxero

Acornym inspired of the ss_cp2.

Fanart? Fansewn? I don’t know…..

Mine features:
Cargo Pockets [Right]
Drop Storage Pocket [fits a tablet] [Left]
Adjustable Waist Band

Note: I do not own a ss_cp2. The only thing I do own a J29-S
Sewn: with singer heavy duty 4432
Time: 16-18 hrs start to finish
Fabric: 98% poly 2% elastic
Photo by: mattattaque

Worn with:

Isaora: Tech T Shirt

Maharishi:2339 CORARDEN CARGO PANTS - 3XDRY ORGANIC COMPACT COTTON

Y3: Qasa hi Prime Knit SS2015

Knife: The Fox Dart

É doido mais sinto saudade de uma coisa que nunca tive :( e se arrependimento matasse;  (tadinha de mim )  hahah’           eu deveria ter  tentado.   Pelo menos ter dado um oi p você.  Naquele dia!  Mas não.   deixei a timidez falar mais ALTO.  :/    quem sabe  teria sido diferente. Ou não.  ;s   aposto que VOCÊ NEM LEMBRA DE MIM ou pior NEM  SABE QUE EU EXISTO!   Queria tanto te encontrar novamente.       na verdade isso é uma das coisas que eu mais quero, desde o dia 26/07   

É acho que to gostando de voce… 

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and all the winds are like a kiss
and all the years are nemesis
and all the moments fall in mist
and all is dust, remember this
— enya : the humming

This is their story, spun throughout the years.