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vaginalvr · 24 days ago

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can you please right something along the lines of spencer and a cam girl reader (who he’s masturbated to) who meet in public (ex: bookstore) because he recognizes her voice or a tattoo (something identifiable ) and they have semi-public sex😇😇 love your writing keep up the amazing work !!💝

a/n HELLO SO CUTE!

Spencer Reid x Camgirl!Reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

cw: Explicit sexual content (18+) Semi-public sex (in a bookstore) Masturbation mention Voyeurism/exhibitionism themes Mild language/profanity Power dynamic (cam girl x viewer dynamic) Risk of being caught (public setting) Consensual but risky behavior

The last thing Spencer Reid expected when he walked into that used bookstore was to hear that voice.

He froze mid-step, the well-worn copy of Carl Jung’s Man and His Symbols forgotten in his hand as the sultry, melodic tone wrapped around his brain like velvet.

He turned his head slowly.

There you were.

Jeans. Loose sweater. Hair half-up, half-down. Completely normal-looking. Not bathed in colored lights or licking a popsicle in lingerie like the last time he saw you.

But he knew it was you. The voice gave it away—soft and husky, slightly amused as you answered something the store clerk asked. And then… confirmation: when you turned slightly and reached for your phone, the hem of your sweater lifted just enough for him to catch a flash of the ink on your ribs.

A tiny outline of a raven perched on a crescent moon.

He’d seen it a dozen times.

Usually right before he came all over his own stomach.

His mouth went dry. He knew it was you—LunaNoirX, the cam girl who’d wrecked his sleep schedule for the last three weeks.

And now you were here. In his city. In this bookstore.

Spencer felt his heart thunder in his chest, half panic, half something far darker. His rational brain told him to walk away. But the part of him still addicted to watching you spread your legs for anonymous strangers on a webcam refused.

He moved toward you.

You were flipping through a hardcover when you noticed him. Tall, messy hair, kind eyes. Definitely cute in a quiet, nerdy way. But it was the way he looked at you—like he knew something—that made your skin prickle.

“Hi,” he said. Voice gentle, but his eyes were laser-focused.

“…Hi,” you replied, instinctively guarded but curious. Something about his expression made you pause.

“I’m sorry if this is weird,” he started, voice low, cautious. “But… do you go by Luna online?”

You blinked.

Shit.

His eyes dipped briefly to your side. You knew what he’d seen.

The tattoo.

You felt the blood rush to your face, but you forced a calm smile. “That depends on who’s asking.”

He swallowed hard. “I—uh—sorry. I’m not trying to be creepy. I just—” He adjusted his satchel awkwardly, suddenly sheepish. “I’ve, um… seen your videos.”

You arched a brow. “Just seen?”

Spencer flushed pink. “Okay. I’ve… watched. Several times.”

You tilted your head, intrigued by his nervousness. He looked like he’d feel guilty masturbating to you, even as he did it.

God, he was adorable.

And hot in that bookish, always-thinking-too-much way. Something fluttered low in your belly. A reckless idea unfurled.

“Well,” you murmured, stepping a little closer, “do you have a favorite?”

His throat bobbed. “The one with the… the mirror behind you. Where you use the glass toy.”

You smiled slowly. “You have good taste.”

The air between you crackled. He looked like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Or his brain. His knuckles were white around the strap of his bag.

“Do you come here often?” you asked, letting your voice drop just enough to mimic the tone you used on camera.

His breath hitched. “Sometimes… I like the quiet.”

You took another step closer. There were hardly any people in the store. The clerk was nowhere in sight. The tall shelves created narrow, hidden aisles. No cameras. Perfect.

You glanced behind you. “Wanna find a quieter spot?”

His eyes widened. “Wait, really?”

You smiled.

—

You pushed him back gently into the darkest corner of the poetry section—nobody ever came back here. It was dusty and quiet and perfect. He hit the shelf with a soft thud, eyes wide, lips parted as you slid your hands up under his sweater, fingers tracing the warm skin of his stomach.

“Is this okay?” you murmured.

“Yes,” he breathed, voice cracking. “God—yes.”

You pressed your lips to his, swallowing the groan he let out as you kissed him hard, deep, demanding. His hands hovered like he didn’t know where to put them until you grabbed them and put them on your hips.

He gripped you tightly, kissing you back with an urgency that surprised you. He was usually so composed, but now he was moaning into your mouth, rutting his hips forward like he couldn’t help it.

You slid your hand down between you, cupping the thick bulge in his jeans. “You always got this hard for me when you watched?”

Spencer whimpered. “Every time.”

You worked his belt open quickly, sliding his jeans down just enough to free him. His cock was thick, flushed, and already leaking. You wrapped your hand around him and started stroking.

His head fell back against the shelf with a soft thump. “Fuck—”

“Keep quiet,” you whispered, pumping him slowly. “Or someone might hear.”

He bit his lip hard, trying to obey. You kissed down his neck as your hand worked him faster, thumb swiping over the tip. His hips bucked into your palm.

Then you turned, hiked up your skirt, and bent forward to brace your hands on a low shelf.

“Condom?”

He nodded furiously, fumbling in his bag. “Yes—yeah—got one—fuck—”

You heard the rip of foil. A second later, his hands were on your hips.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, almost reverent.

“Spencer,” you said, voice breathy, “I’ve fantasized about this since I saw you.”

He didn’t hesitate again.

He slid inside you with one long, slow thrust. You bit your knuckle to keep from moaning too loudly, eyes fluttering closed as he filled you.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so—warm—tight—”

He started thrusting, slow at first, then faster. You braced yourself against the shelves, the spines of books digging into your arms as your body rocked forward with each deep snap of his hips.

Spencer grunted softly behind you, clearly trying to stay quiet. “You feel even better than I imagined,” he murmured.

You smiled against your hand. “You thought about this?”

“Every night.”

His thrusts grew more desperate, erratic, his hand sliding around to rub your clit in tight circles. The forbidden nature of it—hidden between shelves, anyone could come back here—made your orgasm build faster than usual.

You came with a soft cry, legs trembling, walls clenching tight around him.

Spencer cursed under his breath. “Gonna—fuck—”

He slammed into you once, twice more—and then stilled, hips pressed flush as he came hard, stifling his moans against your shoulder.

Silence followed. Just the sound of breathing.

He pulled out gently, tying off the condom, and helped you straighten your clothes.

You turned to look at him, flushed and a little dazed. He was pink-cheeked, hair even messier, mouth parted like he still couldn’t believe it.

“That was…” he started, then trailed off.

You smirked. “Better than the webcam?”

He let out a breathless laugh. “So much better.”

You reached into your bag, pulled out a slip of paper, and scribbled something on it.

“My number. In case you want an encore.”

He stared at it like you’d handed him the Holy Grail.

You winked.

Then you left him in the stacks, jeans barely buttoned, still catching his breath—and utterly wrecked.

#criminal minds #spencer reid smut #criminal minds smut #criminal minds x you #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x fem reader

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apomaro-mellow · 10 months ago

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steddie falls into porn cliches on accident

Steve was in the middle of washing the conditioner out of his hair, loving the silky smooth feeling and watching the water turn from cloudy to clear as it was all rinsed out. He was ready to start washing his body in earnest now, when he heard the doorbell ring.

For a second, he was ready to just ignore it, thinking it might be a delivery or someone trying to solicit. They could leave whatever they had on the doorstep or keep moving. Then the bell rang a second time and Steve remembered that he was in fact supposed to answer it.

Robin had hired a plumber to fix their sink. She told him they'd be coming between 8 am to noon. Steve had gotten in the shower exactly at eight, thinking surely he had enough time in that window. What kind of plumber showed up this promptly!?

Steve turned the shower off and grabbed the first robe off the hook. It wasn't his, he knew that. But in his defense, Robin wasn't home and he liked to air dry when he could. She could get mad at him later for snagging hers. He tied it hastily, rushing to the door before the plumber left.

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Eddie waited for the door to be answered, checking his watch while he did. Today was his only appointment, so he thought he was doing well by showing up on the early end of the window. He was ready to spout the rehearsed script when the door opened. Good morning, Munson and Son Plumbing. You got a problem with your drain pipe? Well I'm here to fix it. Fun fact, I'm a guitarist, so I'm pretty good with my hands. Anyone you know looking for lessons?

His uncle didn't always like him plugging his side gig, but putting up posters around neighborhoods wasn't quite as successful as actual face time. Then the door fully opened and he got an entire eyeful. A dripping wet god of a man, his modesty just barely preserved in a bath robe. It did nothing to hide his thick, hairy thighs or impressive chest.

"Hi I'm here to handle your pipe!", Eddie blurted out. "I'm mean I'm good with my hands! P...plumbing! I'm the plumber, I'm here for your plumbing."

"Oh, y-yeah, we've been expecting you", Steve tried to close the top of his robe more and that made Eddie self conscious about staring.

Steve introduced himself and Eddie did the same as he was let into the house, somehow not putting his foot in his mouth as he did. Steve took him to the problem sink and Eddie got to work while Steve excused himself.

He went into his room, looking for something presentable only to find it was mostly his stuff for the club. Definitely not appropriate for a plumber visit. Then he remembered why. He had started a load of laundry last night. And when he woke up this morning, putting it in the dryer so it'd be ready once he was done with his shower.

He went to the laundry room to do just that, emptying the contents of the dryer into his hamper, bending over to do so. Once he was done, he'd be able to put together an outfit that didn't make him look like a desperate housewife.

Eddie had just finished tangling with the pipe. It didn't take as long as he had expected but his shirt was drenched now. He listened out for Steve, hoping he was nearby so that he didn't have to call for him, only to hear something...odd.

He followed the sound until he came to an open door and realized what the sounds were - little grunts of effort. Eddie bit his lip, letting logic and reason work themselves out. Steve knew he had someone in the house and the door was wide open so he couldn't be-

Eddie walked through the door and there was Steve, bent over, top half in the dryer, bottom half sticking out. His robe had began to hitch up, revealing just the bottom of that perfect ass.

"Holy shit", Eddie squeaked out.

"Hey? Plumber guy? I know this is awkward but would you mind helping me out? My robe got caught on something and I can't-I can't free myself."

"Um, okay? So should I just...should I just?", Eddie got behind Steve, hands fumbling. Should he adjust the robe or would that be rude?

"Just grab me and pull", Steve said, wriggling around more and stopping when he heard a rip.

"Yeah, okay, yeah I'll just", Eddie grabbed Steve's hips and pulled, to no avail.

"Gonna have to do it a bit harder than that", Steve said. "Here I'll, I'll try and push too."

Eddie swallowed as he pulled again, Steve's hips coming flush with his own and eliciting a gasp from the other man.

"A...again."

Eddie pulled again, harder this time. He had kind of been working with a half chub. The kind Steve had to feel right between his cheeks every time Eddie pulled on him.

Steve gasped with each time their hips came together and it was getting hard to pretend his asshole didn't flutter with each movement.

"Fuck, just fuck me already", Steve whined.

Eddie wasted no time in dropping his pants and rubbing his cock against Steve's ass, precum dripping and Steve still wet from the shower. The tip slipped in with ease and then the rest of him and Steve's hips wouldn't stay still and then he was fucking him oh shit he was fucking him he was fucking a client while on the clock.

Steve's voice sounded goddamn ethereal, echoing inside the tub of the dryer. He was giving as good as he got, pushing back with each thrust and Eddie got to watch his dotted cheeks jiggle with each impact.

Eddie pushed the robe up more, licking his lips as he was rewarded with the sluttiest back arch that he'd ever seen. He wasn't going to last and this Steve guy wasn't either. Eddie came first, one hand on Steve's hip and the other bracing itself on the dryer so that he didn't fall over. Steve's cock spilled into the floor, a mess to be dealt with later.

"Fuck...you really are good at handling pipes", Steve laughed through his panting.

When Eddie left that day, he didn't get Steve's number. But a week later their company got a call about a clogged toilet and specifically requested that Eddie come over, that they only trusted his expertise. This time, Eddie wouldn't let it slip through his fingers. And this time when Steve greeted him in a half open robe, it was on purpose.

#apo writes #stranger things #steddie #when robin comes home hours later she immediately clocks steve #did u have sex w/the plumber #steve can't even deny it

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eeksburner · 2 months ago

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simon riley who reassures you on your body.. you’re his wife and he truly doesn’t care about your insecurities and sees them as beautiful (thick thighs, stomach pudge, hip dips, etc.)

Reassurance

Simon Riley x Wife!Reader Fluff

(Note: EEEEEK my first request!! We are so back, y'all! Thanks anon :P hope this is what you were looking for)

(TW: body image issues, some sadness before the fluff)

Not proofread

Simon Riley isn't one to be brought to his knees easily, but you just have things about you that he cannot get over. Any time you're in a bathing suit, his clothes, a comfy outfit, anything or nothing, he can't help but to think about how gorgeous you look. Throughout your relationship, you guys have both reassured each other whenever you have a day where you're feeling extra down about your appearance. Even when you feel comfortable or neutral about your body, Simon will still compliment and praise you as if you created the universe just for him (he truly thinks you did). He is never one to be stingy with his compliments.

You had been feeling really good about yourself lately, but today just wasn't going well for you. Simon had planned a special dinner date for the two of you and you had tried on the dress you bought just for the occasion. You didn't like the way the fabric stretched over your hips and heightened the appearance of your hip dips, or the way your stomach was more visible than you would've liked, or how you could see the lack of thigh gap between your legs. You were in the middle of your criticizing when Simon walked into the bedroom. Your heart immediately dropped and there was pressure behind your eyes. He was so handsome. What would people think when they saw you two together? Simon noticed your lack of greeting or mention of his outfit and asked, "You okay, love?" You took a deep breath and looked away, a soft, "Yeah. You look amazing, Si," falling from your lips. Suddenly the makeup you had on wasn't done right, the perfume you were wearing smelt sour, the shoes you picked weren't flattering on you at all, and the stone on your ring finger felt out of place.

You sat on the edge of the bed and sighed, you head falling into your hands. How could you even look at Simon when he looked so perfect in his all-black outfit and perfect body and perfect hair? You felt the bed dip beside you and soon his arms were bringing you into his lap, cradling you. "Are you feeling okay? What do you need from me?" His deep voice rumbled into your shoulder that was pressed into his chest. You finally looked up at him with glossy eyes and barely above a whisper said, "I just don't know why you're with me, Simon. You're perfect. Your body-" Before you could finish he cut you off. "Is that what this is about? Lovey, you're the most gorgeous girl anyone has laid eyes on. I swear every love song, poem, statue, and story, was made in your honor. If anybody says otherwise then they're lying. What were you thinking about when I walked in?" He put his hand under your chin and made you look up at him again, your head bowed when he was talking, and he wanted to look at your pretty eyes while you described your insecurities to him. You sighed. After being with Simon, you figured out there was no point in beating around the bush or lying or even trying to squirm away. He would never force you to talk or keep you somewhere you didn't want to be, but he was persistent and would find out anyway. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment. Admitting your insecurities to someone who looked like a god was nerve-wracking. "Um, I don't know. I just feel like my thighs are too big, my stomach isn't flat enough, and my hips are shaped weirdly. I don't think I'm pretty enough for you, Simon. You could have anyone you wanted, hell, you could have a top model in this bed tonight if you wanted." Your eyes welled at the thought of him with a better woman. It took everything you had not to hold onto his neck and let sobs wrack your body while you cried into his chest.

He hadn't interrupted this time, letting your words weigh on his mind before he responded. "Y/n, You break my heart every time you talk like that. I know you can't help it, but I just wish you saw yourself the way I see you. You say you don't know how I could be with you, but all I think about is how happy an ugly bloke like me managed to get the most divine being to exist. Your thighs, tummy, and hips are works of art that are nothing short of what only pure perfection could create. They show how womanly you are and they're so, so sexy." He had moved you to be straddling him at this point, placing soft kisses on your face, neck, shoulders, and chest. Your frown became less prominent at his sweet words and tender kisses. "You are so amazing inside and out. You take care of me and show me it's okay to love and be loved. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are so sweet, understanding, smart, funny, and gorgeous. Without your hips where would my hands go when I need to ground myself? What would help fill out your clothes so nicely? Without your tummy where would all the proof of our love go? All the lovely dinners we have, all the treats we make, or buy, and enjoy together? The softness that makes me remember I don't need to be so rough and that there is still sweetness in the world? My favorite place to lay when I come home from work and need to rest would be gone without your tummy. Without your thighs what would you use to hold onto me when I pick you up and spin you around after I come back from a mission? What would you use to get you around for all of our adventures? What would I grab when I'm driving you around or sitting next to you? Every part of your body was made with flawless divinity and I will tell you every day if I have to for you to believe me." You were smiling softly now, your cheeks warm. "You always know just what to say." "It's hard not to when all I think about is how much I love you all day every day. Finish getting ready so we can go to dinner." You get off his lap and kiss his cheek before finishing up, a new opinion of yourself settling into you.

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munsonsmixtapes · 11 months ago

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Hi, can I ask for a Buddie x reader smut where the reader is a female! Paramedic at the 118 and she has a rough day at work so the boys take it on themselves to pleasure her and make her feel better and give her full princess treatment to relax her, run her an aftercare bath and everything 😆😆.

Um, yes, absolutely!

Buck x Eddie x paramedic!reader

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, oral (f receiving) voyeurism

You walked through the door of the apartment you shared with your boyfriends, Buck and Eddie, feeling exhausted. It had been such a long day, longer than both of theirs to the point where they had time to go home, shower, and change.

They greeted you at the door with their lips ready for kisses and you were happy to oblige. You gave them each a peck before heading to the kitchen table where a plate of the dish they made together was waiting for you.

They sat across from you and the three of you ate, both of them starving from waiting for you, but they didn't mind. They felt like it was right to wait for you even though you would have insisted that they eat as soon as they got home. They had to have been waiting at least a couple of hours.

But they were always so selfless, wanting to do whatever they could for you, even if it meant not eating for a couple of hours just so they could enjoy a meal with you. Or they would pleasure you when you were too tired to put out, just wanting to make you feel good, perfectly content with not getting any.

"You okay, corazón?" Eddie asked as he realized you weren't even really eating, just pushing your food around your plate.

"I'm fine," you sighed. "just so tired." You looked back and forth between them, putting on the flirty face they both knew all too well. "I think I need you to take care of me."

"Are you sure-" Buck started to say, but you but him off.

"Very sure. In fact, it's all I've been thinking about all fucking day. It's the only thing that has gotten me through my shift."

"Eat and then we'll take care of you," Eddie said. He knew you hadn't eaten all day and you needed the food to restore your energy so you had enough for all the things that he and Buck were going to do to you.

"Fine," you grumbled and ate your food, both of them watching to make sure you had every last bite. Once your plate was cleared and your drink was all gone, Eddie gathered your dishes, pressing his lips to the top of your head as he did so.

"Good girl," he said before heading to the kitchen to put your dishes in the dishwasher. Buck stood from the table and pulled out your chair before helping you to your feet.

You pressed your lips to his, throwing yourself into his arms with so much force that he had to hold onto the table to keep himself from falling to the floor. He leaned against the table and his hands began to unbutton your shirt, not even needing to see what he was doing since he had done it more times than he could count.

"Starting without me?" Eddie asked as he wiped his hands off with the towel that was hanging by the sink. You broke away from Buck and made your way over to Eddie, grabbing him by the shirt to press your lips to his, taking no time to slip your tongue into his mouth, swirling it around.

You then took both of them by the hand and led them to the bedroom, practically running in that direction. The door burst open and you let them both undress you, Buck finished up unbuttoning your shirt while Eddie took care of your pants. Before you knew it, your clothes were discarded in a messy pile by the end of the bed and you were standing there in your underwear.

Eddie pressed his lips to yours in a messy kiss, laying you down on the bed, removing your bra as he did so. He then got rid of your underwear before pulling away, both him and Buck looking down at you, mesmerized.

"Look at our girl, Buckley," he said dreamily.

"Oh, I'm looking, Buck replied. "Spread your legs for us, sweetie. Wanna see what we're working with." You did as they asked and spread your legs wide, giving them a full view of your cunt. It was sopping wet, so much so that it was leaking out onto the comforter underneath you.

"Goddamn," Eddie whistled. "Have you been like this all day?"

"Yes," you replied and it came out like a whine, something that always made the both of them come undone. "That's why I didn't want to eat dinner."

"You needed the energy," Buck replied. "What do you want, hon? We're here to please you."

"Need your fingers," you whined. "Both of you." They both leaned over you and before you could say anything, they both shoved their fingers up your cunt, causing you to let out a moan.

"That's it," Eddie cooed. "Let it out, baby girl." They both continued to pump their fingers in and out of you slowly, trying to open you up. You moaned and they both turned to each other, devilish grins forming on their faces.

When it came to pleasuring you, they tried their best to work as a team, either doing it together and letting each other take turns. There was no jealousy as they got off equally just by watching. And that was why they whole thing worked as well as it did. Because they were just as in love with each other as they were with you.

Their pumps got a little more rough, experimenting to see if you were going to be into it, and you were, mewling as their fingers fucked you hard, curving in just the right spots to make you scream. Even after you reached your climax, they continued, trying to see how much you could get off just from their fingers.

"Look at you," Eddie said. "Taking us so well, corazón." Their fingers were moving even faster and you had to grip onto the comforter as you closed your eyes tight, your knuckles turning white because of how hard you were gripping the blanket. You weren't sure how much more you could take and they hadn't even done much yet.

Their fingers slowed down as you came down from your second orgasm. They then pulled them out, taking their time to lick your slick from them to give you a break, but that wasn't really working since the whole thing just made you want them even more. Even though you were exhausted from your day, you didn't want to take any breaks. You wanted to keep going until you were limp in their arms.

"Enough," you said, grabbing onto their wrists, pulling their fingers from their mouths. "Either one of you fuck me right now or I will just take care of myself, I have no problem doing that."

The look on your face was so angry, so hot that they had no choice by the listen to you.

"Which one of us do you want?" Buck asked.

"I don't care. You choose," you replied, lying back down on the bed while you let them discuss. Buck headed over to his bedside table and pulled out two condoms, handing one of them to Eddie, He then pulled off his clothes in record speed before rolling the condom onto his rock hard cock. He lined himself up with your cunt and slowly inserted himself, pumping in and out, working out a rhythm as your bodies moved together.

Usually, he would have fucked you fast and hard the way you liked it, but he didn't think that was what you needed. He just wanted to take his time showing you how much he loved you.

He slowly lowered himself on top of you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as he did so, burying his face into your neck as he continued to thrust. You were beginning to think that maybe you did like it soft and sweet. This way definitely would make you feel less sore afterwards.

"So good," you moaned. It was so different to the way that Eddie fucked you. Eddie was rough and hard, which you also loved, but Buck was nothing but soft and sweet, making sure to tell you just how much he loved you, praising you every step of the way.

"I know, honey," he cooed, moving your sweaty baby hairs away from your face before grabbing hold of your hands and intertwining your fingers. "You look so pretty underneath me."

“Fuck,” Eddie breathed. “You guys are so hot.”

Buck continued to thrust in and out, eating up every delicious moan that fell from your lips. Watching you come undone from him fucking you did it for him every time. The faces you made, the sounds that came out of your mouth, the way your body moved in response to him, it all just drove him crazy and he loved every second of it.

Buck could see that you were fading and just when he thought you were going to give out, your back arched and you let out a loud scream, his name flying out of your mouth. You then collapsed onto the bed, feeling your eyes getting heavy as Buck pulled out of you, disposing of the condom.

Even though you were so blissed out and close to falling asleep, you still had more energy and Eddie hadn’t done anything to you yet. He crawled over to you as Buck was cleaning himself up. You pulled him over to you by his shirt, pulling it over his head before pressing your lips to his. It started out sweet, but quickly got rough and messy as you licked into his mouth. Just as you were about to grab onto his hair, he pulled away, causing you to whine.

“Need to take a break, hon,” he said, running a hand through your hair.

“No,” you let out another whine. “You haven’t had your way with me yet. I know you wanna eat me out, Eddie.” He did. He really did. That was his favorite thing to do to you and he knew that. How could he say no? Especially when you were still wet from Buck fucking you?

He pressed a long kiss to your lips then hovered himself over you, slowly making his way down your body, peppering it with kisses, telling you how much he loved you as he did so.

He then lowered himself onto his knees in front of you, spreading your legs wide, fully intending on licking up every last bit of your slick. He pressed a kiss to each of your knees then waited for your permission to start.

“Do it, Eddie,” you commanded. “Need your mouth now.” God, he loved when you bossed him around. But he loved edging you even more.

“I hear you, hon,” he replied. He raised one of your legs and pressed kisses to it, all the way up to your thigh before doing the same thing with the other leg. He then buried his head into your cunt and you gasped as his nose brushed it every so slightly. He licked a stripe from your slit to your clit and you let out a loud moan at the feeling.

“Eddie, fuck.” Your digits wound through his hair, giving it a yank to signify that you were loving what he was doing.

“Taste so good,” he said. “Heavenly.” He then dove back in for more, licking and sucking up every last bit of your slick, wanting to lick you absolutely clean. And he was going to enjoy every single part of it. He had been looking forward to it all day and he was going to take his time to please you. It always seemed like you came so quickly as he worked his magic and Eddie always thought he was good, but never that good.

He grazed the sensitive spot with his teeth and your back arched again, your vision going hazy. This had to be a new record of how fast Eddie was able to make you cum. You let out a loud scream, pulling Eddie’s hair as hard as you could without hurting him then collapsed back to the mattress, your breathing getting heavy.

Eddie continued his work, grazing with his teeth some more, seeing if he could get one more orgasm out of your before him and Buck drew you a bath. You moaned again, louder this time and Eddie thought that you were already close to another one. For the finale, he stuck his tongue inside you, causing your back to arch once again, gripping his hair as you reached and another orgasm as the way his tongue reached just the right spot.

By the time he was done with you, you didn’t think you could handle any more. As much as you would have liked to go for another round, you didn’t think you had it in you anymore, too tired to take any more pleasure. Eddie grabbed a towel and cleaned the two of you up before he helped you from the bed and each of them took you by the hand, leading you into the bathroom where water was running into the bath. Buck let go of your hand and lit one of your favorite candles, setting it on the counter before the two of them helped you into the tub.

Once the water was covering up enough of your body, Buck turned it off and passed Eddie a cup he filled with some of the water before covering your eyes, pouring it onto your head. While he washed your hair, Buck got to work on your arms with the body wash that you all loved the smell of. You closed your eyes as they took care of you, almost feeling yourself tearing up at how quick they were to do so. You didn’t even have to ask, they just did it.

Getting into a relationship with the both of them made you nervous. You had never done anything like that, so you were unsure of how it would work. But you had only been together for a few months and everything was perfect. You had already gotten into a good rhythm and the three of you really were perfect for each other. The feeling was all mutual and you loved each other equally. You honestly couldn’t have asked for better boyfriends.

Once you were all clean, Buck handed you a towel and a pair of your pajamas before they both left the bathroom to let your change. You dried yourself off and got dressed before blow drying your hair and doing all of your skin care and brushing your teeth. After you got yourself settled, you exited the bathroom to see both Buck and Eddie already in bed, a space in between them all ready for you.

You made a beeline for the bed and got into it, the three of you snuggling together as Buck turned out the lamp. You all kissed each other good night and drifted up off to sleep, thinking nothing but each other and how lucky the three of you felt to be where you were. God, you really did have the best boyfriends.

#evan “buck” buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley smut #evan buck buckley #evan buckley #evan buckley fluff #edmundo eddie diaz #edmuno diaz #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x you #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz smut #eddie diaz x y/n #eddie diaz fluff #buddie #buddie x fem!reader #buddie x reader

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scorpioriesling · 2 months ago

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Heeeey!! Love all your stuff! I literally stayed up for two days and neglected my work reading your fourth wing stuff!

If you’re open to requests, would you be willing to write one on Dain? I’m on a Dain high after Onyx Storm LOL

If you’re looking for specifics, I was thinking reader could be Xaden’s little sister, who is the complete opposite of Xaden (she could be sweet and soft spoken).

You da best!

127-C

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Pairing(s): Dain x reader

Warning(s): none

Summary: The new rooming situation was the last thing you expected, especially when said room was to be shared with the least likely candidate -- or, so you thought.

SR’s Note: FINALLY have a day off to write, LOL. I've taken a relaxing bath, done a face mask, made myself some good macaroni for lunch... it's a good day! Also -- I just hit 1000 reblogs/reposts! You guys rock! Kisses on the forehead for all. xoxo (I took this idea and ran with it; I hope you guys likeee.)

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @freakishfandomfiend @desprrssooo-espresssooooo @loveofmychips (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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Your heart sank as you stared ahead, preparing to hear what came out of Professor Kaori's mouth next.

"Since the boy's dormorory building is... unusable, at the moment," he glares sidelong at Ridoc and Sawyer. "We'll be utilizing the girl's dorms for shared sleeping arrangements for the time being."

Many students gasped and murmured around you, and as the brunette second year chuckled, his strawberry-blonde counterpart elbowed him in the ribs. Kaori held his hands up and requested silence once more.

"No need to worry -- the repairations have already begun, so this change shouldn't last long," he assured. "We've paired mostly the same-sexes together, rest assured." Professor Duvera flanked his side, holding a large scroll in her grip.

"Now, please, form a line and we'll get through this as quickly as possible."

✧･ﾟ: *

Leadership had given the riders the rest of the day off, allowing everyone to relocate and move into their new rooms. You remembered what Kaori said when you approached him, and how your heart fell when you realized you weren't sharing a room with Sloane anymore.

127-C.

Last dorm on the top floor.

Though it was unfortunate that your closest friend now had a new roommate for the time being, you were happy to hear you would be on the top floor near the end of the hall. With all these new boys in the building, Gods knew the kind of sounds you'd awake to each night.

After climbing the stairs to the top floor, you approached 127-C. Listening against the wooden barrier, you heard movement inside; surely, your new roommate was already in there.

Taking a deep breath, you turned the knob and strode in, not quite sure who you'd see inside.

However, you never could have prepared yourself for the sight before you.

"Um... hey," you said meekly, waiting for them to turn. In an instant, familiar brown eyes met yours -- and narrowed.

"Can I help you?"

He was using his usual Wingleader tone, and you immediately squared your shoulders.

"This is my room," you said flatly. Dain simply stared at you, halting his movements.

"No, you're mistaken." He deadpans, resuming pulling items from his sack. "This one is mine."

You frowned.

"Professor Kaori said this room was mine-"

Dain stood and huffed, dusting off his hands as he looked to you again.

"Well then Professor Kaori must have told you wrong." He clapped a hand on your shoulder, leading you back to the front door. "C'mon, I'll walk you back down to his office and we'll ask, alright?"

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"No. HELL no. In what world is this okay?"

You heard your brother's voice before you even walked through the doorway. He was angry, glowering at his superior who only looked back at him in unamusement. Your eyes widened as you walked in, Dain following closely behind.

Xaden's eyes caught on the two of you, and he immediately stomped toward your Wingleader.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing? Sharing a room with my sister? Huh?!" He barked, grabbing Dainm by the shirt collar. Professor Kaori rose at this, rounding the desk to attempt to calm your brother down. You too grabbed at Xaden's arms, tengly tugging him away from the third year.

"Xaden, I think it's just a misunderstanding -- please calm down," you said softly, and your brother turned to look at you. His onyx eyes met your matching ones, and his face softened only a bit. It was enough for him of huff and drop Dain to the floor again.

"That's quite enough of that," Kaori said, stepping between the two males. Dain straightened the front of his shirt once more, his eyes narrowing to your brother.

"Can someone please explain what's going on here?" You asked, clearing your throat and finally speaking up. Kaori sighed and ran a hand over his face before answering.

"I see there was a mix-up with the rooming list, and somehow the two of you were assigned the same room," he explains. Xaden opens his mouth to protest, but Dain beats him to it.

"So we really are sharing a dorm then," he asks, and for some reason you feel a twinge of offense. "Me, and her?"

Kaori holds up a quieting hand.

"For the time being. I want to allow other students to get in and shuffle their things as I try to work out a possible solution to all this."

Xaden folds his arms, his glare never leaving Dain.

"You'll just have to make it work for now. Besides -- I trust you as her Wingleader," Kaori looks to Dain, then to you. "And you, as a Riorson. If this mix-up were any other which way... well-"

"I swear to God, Aetos, you touch a hair on her head-"

"Relax, Riorson." Dain holds up two surrendering hands as your brother starts in again. "I already have to deal with one of you every day, I don't want to make it two."

Xaden growls, and you place a tentative hand on his arm once more.

"Don't worry, Xaden -- I'll be just fine."

He looked to Dain one last time, his brows furrowed.

"You'll be fine once all this is fixed."

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The rest of the move-in went smoothly, to say the least. You both walked back to the dorm in silence and unloaded the same way, only speaking when needed. Do you care if he puts the dresser at the end of his bed? No. Does he care if you turn the AC on 70 degrees? Not one bit.

What really got him was when you began handing up your posters and vinyls. His amused laugh behind you had you turning to look, and trying not to let the hammer come down on your fingers.

"What?" You asked, snarkier than you originally intended.

He grinned, shaking his head.

"Do you want my help?"

You rolled your eyes.

"I think I know how to use a hammer, thank you." You swung again at the nail, missing and hitting the wall. You groaned in frustration, and set the tool down on your mattress. Glancing out the window, you watched as the sun began to set. Just then, your stomach growled.

"You might want to get goin' if you're getting dinner tonight," Dain suggested, glancing at his bedside clock. "Mess hall is only open for another hour."

You nodded, brushing the front of your shirt flat and turning to face him. As you made way for the door, you spared him only a slight glance before leaving.

"Are you coming?"

He shook his head, his short brown waves moving atop his head.

"I'll be alright." He flashed you a soft, dimpled smile, and you immediately left the dorm. You were lucky to catch up with Sloane on your way, listening to her talk about her new roommate (who was obviously not as great as you) and you were sure to fill her in about your situation.

What you weren't sure about though, were the millions of butterlies batting their wings in your stomach.

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You'd eaten dinner with your fellow first years, listening to their new developments on their rooming situations and dodging questions about yours. This time next week, you hoped you'd have a better story for them -- but for now, it was what it was.

"I can walk back with you, if..."

You shrugged, pausing before Slaone's door.

"I'll be alright. I'm just down the hall."

She shrugged.

"Hey, maybe this isn't the worst thing -- Dain is really cute, anyway." She winked, and you chuckled.

"I won't tell you you're wrong, but... I do have to sleep with the guy."

Your cheeks burned as you realized what you just said, and how it came out.

Sloane winked, opening her door and walking through it.

"Right."

You stalked slowly back to your new room, groaning when you remembered the mess you had all over your bed. At this hour, all you wanted to do was go in and go to sleep -- hopefully, he'd understand the mess you were leaving on your floor.

Knocking twice on the door, you didn't get an answer. Perhaps he'd left, gone to hang out with his older friends and talk about how sucky the situation was. Still, you entered soundlessly, just in case.

"Dain?" You whispered, finding the room completely dark save for the moonlight streaming in. Your eyes widened as you walked in further, stepping until you were in front of your bed and staring at the wall.

Every poster. Every record. All hung up, no tools to be found.

Heat bloomed in your chest before you could stop it, and you looked to Dain's bed in silence. He lay just there, tucked beneath his blankets while his head rest on a plush pillow. His lips were parted, and soft breaths drew in and out as he slept quietly.

"Thank you," you whispered quietly, your gaze still trained on his lips. You practically had to pry yourself away to get to the bathroom and get ready for bed yourself, wishing you could stay and look at the male all night long.

You tucked yourself into bed that night remembering Sloane's words. She was right, this could be much, much worse. Dain was a nice guy, and your Wingleader nonetheless -- how bad could it really be?

Reguardless, you rolled over in your bed and drifted off to sleep eventually, not having any idea in the world that in a short matter of time, you'd be drifting off in his.

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#dain aetos #dain fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing #the empyrean #onyx storm #iron flame imagine #iron flame

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arjwrites · 1 year ago

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Close- Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader breaks her arm on a hunt and needs some somewhat intimate assistance. Who does she ask for help but Sam Winchester, with whom she shares a silent, mutual pining???? Warnings: Injury, nudity. No smut just fluffy awkwardness!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ There was a soft knock at Sam’s door, teeming with hesitance.

“Hey, Sam?”

You popped your head into Sam’s room, hoping he wouldn’t be busy or asleep or otherwise predisposed to deny your somewhat… delicate request.

“Hey kiddo, how’s the arm feeling?” Sam was sat hunched at the desk, buried in a pile of books, bathed in the warm light from the desk lamp. You could feel the concern in his eyes as he peered at up at you, causing you to shift under his intense gaze.

“Pretty sore but could be much worse, thanks for asking.” You mumbled, leaning on your good shoulder just inside the doorframe. You had broken your arm on last week’s hunt after being thrown down a flight of stairs by a spirit. Ouch. You were lucky to get away with injuries as minor as you had, but this whole sling situation was frustrating to say the least.

Sam watched your eyes traverse his room, searching for anything to say. A beat of silence passed, just long enough to make things slightly uncomfortable. Finally, when you managed to open your mouth to speak, it hung open for a moment before any words found their way to the surface.

“Uh, so, I was hoping to ask you for a favor. If you’re not busy, of course. It’s totally fine if you can’t and I can ask Dean or-”

“Of course, how can I help?” Sam was always eager to do anything for you, you knew that.

“Well, uh, I just needed some help… Since I can’t take off this sling and don’t want to get the bandages wet, um, I have a hard time showering, and since it’s my right arm… It’s hard to…do the things I need to do… Could you help me, uh, take a bath?”

Sam’s eyes widened a bit, unintentionally.

“I know it’s kind of an awkward ask. Really, I can figure it out on my own or ask-”

“No, of- of course. I’m happy to. Well, not happy- I mean, you know what I mean. I can help you.” Sam was innocent and sweet and nervous and everything you should have known he would be. You took a deep breath, not sure if it was a sigh of relief or an anxious gasp.

“Thank you so much. I’m… going to go start the water.” You raced out of the room, shutting it behind you, face already beet red.

After starting the water and sitting in your own embarrassment for a few moments, you heard a soft knock at the door. After you vocalized your permission, in came Sam. He had shed his heavy flannel and was now wearing a dark t shirt and a sheepish expression.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Sam. Thanks for doing this, really.” The response that escaped your lips was barely above a whisper.

“Of course, anything you need. You know that.” Everything Sam said was punctuated with a kind smile, but his nerves radiated off of him in waves. You two sat in that feeling for a moment, taking a beat of silence, before your voice sliced through the tension.

“Okay, um, I’m going to take off my robe, if that’s okay.”

“Oh God. Uh, yeah. Okay.” His eyes darted to the ceiling as you slipped the robe off your shoulder, using your good arm to gather and drape it over the counter. Alright, here goes nothing.

You truly couldn’t have asked for Sam to be any sweeter about the whole situation. From the second he gave you his arm and lowered you down into the bathtub, he was the pinnacle of respectful. To be fair, it started out pretty awkward. Sam had asked your permission before every slight movement (“Is it okay if I do your arm now?”), and his eyes were glued firmly behind you, due to both a regard for your privacy and his usual butterflies around you. You two had always had a very close friendship, but Sam had always felt something more for you. He found himself so compelled to you in so many ways, and so deeply attracted to you. However, he had never thought that this would be the way he first saw you naked. It felt wrong for him to take any liberties with it, so he did all he could to prevent his eyes from wandering. He tried his best to carry out his task without casting his gaze towards you, but when his blind attempts at washing your left arm had sent soap bubbles flying into your mouth and eyes, you had to intervene.

“Sam, it’s okay. You can look.”

“Oh! Yeah, right, of course.”

It took a few minutes for Sam to adjust. His hand often hovered for a moment before settling onto your skin, as if he was afraid to touch you- and in many ways, he was. This was the closest you two had ever been. If he made contact too quickly, he felt like you may disappear. And, he knew how exposed you felt, in more ways than one. You were never one to let your guard down, to let people in, to bare it all to them (literally, in this case). He knew how difficult it was for you, how you hated being injured and thus dependent on someone else to help you when you were vulnerable. So he took things easy at first.

The uneasiness of the situation dissipated into the water alongside the soap that rolled off your skin. You sat there while Sam washed your back, running the warm soapy washcloth back and forth in a gentle rhythm. He massaged the fragrant shampoo into your scalp and you felt your eyes roll back into your head. This was so different for you. You had always had a nagging feeling in your chest about Sam. You loved to watch how he cared for each and every person around him, so selfless, so sweet. You just never thought you’d be on the receiving end of it in such a personal way- especially because you two were just friends. You had always thought that was all you’d be, that he’d never see you the same way you did him. So of course, you were nervous to be this vulnerable in front of him. Once you both had relaxed a bit, though you had really let yourself start to enjoy it, and unbeknownst to you, so did Sam. For you, it felt so nice to have someone taking care of you in the way Sam did. And for Sam, it felt nice to be so close to you and to help you out when you were in need.

The bathroom was silent besides the occasional splash of the water and the low, baritone tune Sam hummed- it was something you didn’t recognize, but it made the moment feel almost intimate. This moment was incredibly vulnerable and unlike any situation the two of you had found yourselves in before. So when his voice broke through with an, “Uh, alright, all done,” you didn’t really want it to end.

After draining the tub and carefully bringing you back to your feet, Sam helped you dry off and tie the robe back to your body. The humidity was thick in the air, and with it hung a palpable tension between the two of you. Though it was just a favor between friends, it felt as though the very foundation of your relationship had shifted. Looking up to Sam with wide and honest eyes, you spoke.

“Sam, really, thank you for helping me. I honestly was scared if I asked Dean he'd have been a weirdo about it,” you laughed a little, slightly masking your sincerity.

“Thank you for trusting me to do that. You know I’d do anything for you.” Without thinking, you dove headfirst into Sam’s chest for a hug- though you only had one arm to do it with. Sam recognized your gesture and wrapped two large arms around your frame, savoring another precious chance to have you close. Up until now, these moments had been few and far between. But something had shifted. You both had a feeling you’d be finding yourself close much more often. A/N: MY FIRST PUBLISHED FIC! I've been in a very creative writing-y mood as of late, and wanted to dabble into the world of SPN fic. There is definitely more to come. Feel free to leave feedback!! Hope you enjoyed <3

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x female reader #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction

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hoshifighting · 1 year ago

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virgin seungcheol x reader

warnings: smut, first time experience, oral, protected sex.

you and seungcheol always found those stolen moments around each other's houses to be incredibly special. whether it was a quiet evening on the couch or a lazy sunday morning in bed, those moments of privacy meant the world to both of you.

you two loved making out, often getting lost in the passion of it all, feeling his bulge pressed against you. sometimes, you’d palm him through his pants, or he’d squeeze your breasts, cup your pussy with his hand, or even give your ass a playful slap. you’d even shared a few baths together, letting the warm water wash over you both, but you never went beyond that.

one night, the anticipation had built up so much that you both decided it was finally time to take that step further. you were naked on your bed, bodies pressed close together. seungcheol's kisses were fervent, but then he suddenly pulled away, and you noticed a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. you knew him well enough to see that he was struggling to say something.

“hey,” you murmured, brushing his hair back gently with your fingers. “what’s on your mind?”

he looked down, a bit shy, and took a deep breath. “i, um... i’m a virgin,” he confessed quietly.

you blinked in surprise, momentarily stunned into silence. seungcheol waved his hand in front of your face, clearly nervous about your reaction. “are you okay?”

normally, you'd expect the virgin to be the most nervous one, but now, you felt a sudden rush of nerves. what if you got too tense? what if you did something wrong?

“are you sure about this?” you asked softly, looking into his eyes.

he nodded, his gaze steady. “i trust you,” he said with such sincerity that it made your heart flutter.

you smiled, leaning in to kiss him again, this time slower, more tenderly. your hand slid down his body, wrapping around his cock. the precum had already started to spill, and you used it to lubricate your movements, slowly stroking him. seungcheol let out a shaky breath, his body almost melting into yours.

“just tell me if anything feels uncomfortable, okay?” you whispered against his lips.

he nodded, eyes half-closed in pleasure. “i will,” he promised, his voice breathy.

you continued to move your hand, feeling him get harder with each stroke. his breathing grew heavier, and you could see the nervousness and excitement in his expression. it was a new experience for both of you, and despite the initial awkwardness, there was a sense of trust and intimacy that made it feel incredibly special.

“i love you,” you said softly, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“i love you too,” he replied

you kissed him one more time, feeling the electricity between you two intensify. slowly, you lowered yourself down his body, your lips and tongue tracing a path to his cock. you started at the base, licking your way up to the tip, before taking the head into your mouth and looking up at him with a sultry gaze.

seungcheol’s eyes widened, and he looked like he was in a dream. “fuck,” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. his girlfriend was giving him his first blowjob? he opened his mouth to say something, but you took him deeper, and a pathetic moan escaped instead. it was like his body had betrayed him, his mouth ready to speak but instead releasing a sound of pure pleasure.

he squeezed his eyes shut as you relaxed your throat, letting his tip hit the back of it. when you pulled back, there was a teasing glint in your eyes. seungcheol knew, even though he’d never had sex before, that when he finally let you take him, you would tease the absolute shit out of him.

“god, you’re amazing,” he managed to whisper, his voice thick with lust.

you gave him a wicked smile and reached for a condom. opening the little package, you handed him the lubricated piece. “here, let me help you,” you said softly, your hands guiding his.

as you slid the condom onto his tip, his belly trembled with the contact. he was shaking with anticipation and excitement as you rolled it down to the base. even though he knew how to put on a condom, he found it incredibly endearing that you were teaching him.

“thanks,” he murmured, a shy smile on his lips. “it’s cute, you showing me how.”

“you’re welcome,” you replied, kissing his nose softly. “now, lie back.”

you kissed his whole body, taking your time to savor each moment, each touch. finally, you straddled him, and he could see how wet you were. your pussy was practically dripping, and he hadn’t even touched you yet. he marveled at how turned on you were because of him.

“do i really make you this horny?” he asked awed.

“always,” you purred, leaning down to kiss him deeply. “you have no idea what you do to me, seungcheol.”

he swallowed hard, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “i want to make you feel good, too.”

you smiled, touched by his earnestness. “you already do, baby. just relax and let me take care of you.”

as you positioned yourself over his cock, you could see the anticipation in his eyes. slowly, you began to sink down, taking him inside you inch by inch. the feeling was incredible, and you could see the ecstasy on his face as he entered you fully.

“god, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

you started to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm. “you feel amazing, seungcheol,” you whispered, your voice breathy.

he nodded, his eyes locked on yours, filled with trust and love, as you rode him.

finally, you had the chance to feel seungcheol’s big cock inside you, a sensation you had only imagined through the barrier of his pants. he filled you deeply, stretching you in a way that made you almost cry out in pleasure, but you held back, not wanting to overwhelm him on his first time.

seungcheol was feeling incredible, and the way your pussy clenched around him with perfect timing only heightened his experience. when he moaned a little louder, you got even wetter, riding your hips with such intensity that he could feel just how much you wanted him.

you held his hands above his head, your lips near his ear as you moaned, your orgasm building inside you. “i’m going to cum,” you whispered breathlessly, your breasts tantalizingly close to his face.

sensing your impending climax by the way your breath hitched and your body trembled, seungcheol instinctively sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. he didn’t even have time to move to the other one before you came, gushing around him as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

despite the intensity of your orgasm, you continued to move, your body trembling but determined to see him reach his peak. you lifted yourself slightly, just enough to look down and watch his face as he came. his eyes were locked on yours, and he could see the effort you were putting into keeping your eyes open just to witness his release.

as his orgasm hit, seungcheol’s expression shifted, his mouth opening in an "o," and a small, knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips. the sight of you, your eyes filled with desire and satisfaction, drove him over the edge. he came hard, his grip on your hips tightening, his body shuddering with pleasure.

“god, i fucking love you.” he gasped.

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dumbgoondog · 4 months ago

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Sukuna NSFW Alphabet

MDNI +18 NSFW

Cw/Tw - cannibalism, blood, pregnancy

(A)ftercare - Your brains are mush, you’re covered in bruises, tears stain your face, wrists sore, bleeding in places from nails and biting, voice hoarse and dry. Then here he is, the disgraced one, the fallen, the king of curses, the man who fucked you like he hated you! Here he is gently scooping you up, massaging you, purring, his stomach mouth affectionately licking at any wounds. Carrying you to the bath, holding you to himself in the water, washing you gently, your body and hair. Using RCT output to ease any pain and aches. Praising you and treasuring you. PLEASE remember that your dom needs aftercare too. He needs to know you love him, that he wasn’t too rough, that he isn’t a monster to you. Please let him be gentle with you and you acknowledge it.

(B)ody Part - your hands. Not because it’s sexual but because if he goes blind he’ll know the gentle touch of your hands, he’ll know how you feel. How your hands don’t shy away from him, how you don’t hesitate to hold his hands. But also yes, he loves your hands grabbing at him, holding his face, stroking him, pinned beneath one of his hands.

(C)um - inside. Bella that your mouth or your hole(s). There’s a LOT so it will spill out and get every where. He likes watching it overflow

(D)irty Secret - this man has no dirty secrets. He tells it to you like it is and how he wants it… there is one thing tho. He wants to eat you. Like a religious act of worship and devotion to himself. You thought I was gonna say you yeah? Nah, that bitch has an ego. He will heal you after tho so no worries!

(E)xperience - None. Ryomen No Bitches Sukuna. I do not think he took any concubines, or consorts or anything of the sort. Pleasures of the mortal flesh… you think anyone could find pleasure in his visage without being batshit or forced? (Yorozu.) he would never force anyone too and would rather not be aware that they’re doing it for power but think he’s repulsive. that is until you.

(F)avorite Position - riding, facing him, on his throne. He likes watching you, and his stomach mouth likes licking you. This giant grabs you with all four arms and is using you like a fleshlight.

(G)oofy - He’s goofy. I see to many people make him so deadpan and stoic and “ooo I’m such a cool and sadistic top”. Bro bffr, this bitch incarnated and came out kicking his feet giggling goin “Women and children!!! Maggots for the slaughter!!!” And ripped. Off. His. Shirt. He was dancing dodging Fushiguro in their first fight. He took a bow when fighting Maharaga. He’s so silly. He praises and encourages his opponents in battle even! If something dumb happens or there’s a funny noise he’s gonna laugh. He wants you to laugh at him if he does something stupid too!

(H)air - thick messy pink hair, happy trail, and a trail down his balls too. Washed, semi groomed, smells pretty okay tbh. Light metallic undertone tho. It’s the blood of his foes.

(I)ntimacy - he fucks you like a wild beast. Growling, snarling, no words, biting, grunting. The moment you use a safe word? The moment somethings wrong? He’s stopping to make sure he hasn’t gone too far.

He’s also secretly a romantic. He knows flower language very well, and gets you flowers often(regardless of gender.) flower language and symbolism was big in the heian era, so was poetry. Sometimes he writes you poems never show anyone tho. They’re just for you.

(J)ack off - sometimes. Great stress reliever, passes time, helps when he’s bored, thinks it’s funny when he does it on his throne and there are his servants just having to stand on standby. What a power move.

(K)ink - blood, obviously. Biting and marking, duh. But hear me out on this. Primal. I’m talking hunt chase, both of you acting feral, like prey and predator. ABO that shit I guess. Submit to baser instincts, no talking just raw noises. Yeah I’m so right y’all don’t even know it(now you do tho)

(L)ocation - the throne is to obvious, the bed is a classic…and honestly I think it’s the bed. I got no reasons, just is how it is.

(M)otivation - working out, sparring, or after eating a big meal. Something about those activities puts him in the mood.

(N)o - He will not involve Uraume, he found them when they were a young kid and has helped raise them. Even if not related he was a late teen/young adult and he raised them from bein little

(O)ral - No, he HATES putting you in his mouth cause you taste baaaaddd. Fuck he loves eating, sucking, licking, he’s a hungry man. A big hungry man. Any position, anytime, let him use his stomach mouth. He knows it’s big and his teeth are sharp but god he loves having you ride his tongue and kiss you, watch you squirm.

(P)ace - he’s rough, hard, and a medium pace. Fast isn’t always good, especially when he likes being precise with every thrust. Feeling you squeeze and his tip bullying into you.

(Q)uicky - sometimes, it only if he’s getting to eat or suck you off. Quickys don’t work when you’re as big as him, you need prepping! He wishes though. He’s kinda a perv cuz he wants you smell like him and full of his cum often.

(R)isk - he’s up to try new things! There are some things he doesn’t understand and might make fun of tho. Like feet. He feels like a guy who mocks feet lovers. He doesn’t want to try it, he doesn’t care he “might” like it, he thinks it’s stupid.(his loss tbh)

(S)tamina - Much to the horror of everyone, like Kenjaku, he hasn’t tapped out ever. Despite his sweating and panting he isn’t done. Tbh he might have more stamina than Kenjaku. I need Sukuna bitching Kenjaku…

(T)oys - he fucking loves watching you use toys on yourself, not much on himself tho. He’s a freak fr fr cuz he got you plugs so after he’s cum in you he’ll plug you up. You better believe they’re custom too, it’s his blood as a jewel on the end. He’s so smug about it.

(U)nfair - as much as he loved teasing or you being a brat, he’s pretty patient but once he’s ready to go it all stops. He does like teasing you in public and some light humiliation in front of friends!

(V)olume - Growls. Grunts. Groans. Feral noises. He’s not loud loud, but he ain’t quiet. For any passing by it sounds like an animal is fighting someone in there.

(W)ild Card - he doesn’t have a pregnancy kink. Let me make that very clear. However. If he can get you pregnant expect his hands on you constantly. He’s super protective and clingy, always needs to be touching your belly. It will get annoying, cause he won’t let you piss alone. He’s also stealing titty milk. He says it’s to help you and the baby but you know he’s just a little freak. Back to the baby tho. He genuinely might start hiding the bad that he does because for once he’s like “I’m not destroying or cursing, I’m creating life, something precious.” He does have some outbursts tho and might go on rampages cuz he’s so stressed, scared, and full of emotions. He NEVER takes it out on you tho.

(X)-ray - it’s that ancient Japanese thong. He refused anything else. It’s comfortable, breathable, and one of the one things that doesn’t squeeze the life out of his dicks.

(Y)es - Worship roleplay, sacrifice roleplay, he likes it! Him being THE Ryomen Sukuna, and getting to play into that is fun! He’d be up for a “captured the king of curses and having your way with him” roleplay too.

(Z)zz - Cuddle up after a bath, eat a bit, and then he’s snoring. Or is he practicing his bear impression? Either way get comfy, if you’re not sleeping, you sure as hell aren’t leaving.

#goon dog #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk smut #smut #x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #headcanon #jjk #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen smut #true form sukuna #heian sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna x reader #bad alphabet

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barcapix · 12 days ago

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✮ Handcuffed.. Gone Wrong? - Marc Bernal

marc bernal x fem!reader

sy: trying the 24hr handcuffed challenge with marc. original request here.

a/n: in honour of this cuties birthday (albeit late) and this is the english version!

warnings: none?

ESPAÑOL VERSION

did you think it was going to be this chaotic? no.

was it still, worth the time of a singular day to rile up your boyfriend in matters where he likes his own personal space? absolutely.

“do i still have time to leave?”

marc lifts up his left wrist, handcuffs loosely tangled but not fully secure. you laugh, clicking them in place. “nope.”

you erupt another small giggle as you pan the camera to his pouty expression. “well, say hi to the camera baby.”

marc squints into the camera, only to sheepishly grin, hiding his hands behind his face, until whispering. “i need a shower really bad now.”

“we can’t shower yet! it’s been like two minutes! i’ve had a whole activity day to plan out for us—”

you thought you would of withstood the control a little longer. apparently not. without an uttered word, he tugs you with him—may you add—disbelievingly strong, all the way to the bathroom.

“marc no!” he closes the door shut, marching towards the showerhead to switch it on. “you can’t be serious. my hair is freshly washed!”

his grin turns wicked. “its a good thing mine isnt.”

that cocky bravado evaporates the second he struggles to peel off his shirt. apparently, having only one usable arm is a bigger obstacle than he anticipated.

marc twists, turns and spins around on the spot, his arms stretching behind his back so far that you hear a pop. “marc, be careful!”

“do you need help?” you say through hesitant laughter. “you really look, like you’re um—” the campers flips from you to him. “..struggling.”

“am not.”

“are you sure?”

instead, you stare at the lens of the camera, watching your boyfriend writhe at the collar of his tee. marc attempts to lift it over his head, finally, but it gets caught on his nose.

your laughter escapes, defying any effort to remain composed. your free hand clasps at your mouth, then seizes your stomach after doubling over in a silent wheeze as he spins like a sad carousel horse.

“okay.. amor. can you help me please?” the brunette admits, sighing softly.

“yes,” you chuckle, stepping closer. “yes, i can help you baby. all you had to do was ask.”

the camera gets placed atop the sink, as it films you ascent high on your tiptoes to wriggle his head free; his face is overly blotchy and scratched by the fabric.

“i finally feel like i can breathe again,” he exaggerates a sigh of relief. “that’s torture.”

you leave an innocent peck to his cheek. “torture is forcing me into the shower at 8am.”

within a measly time in trying to get into the actual shower, you both promptly realise that your once ‘fun’, idea comes with several layers of logistical hell.

you’d planned ahead, more or less, by slipping on bathing suits underneath your casual clothes before entering (because, duh, youtube guidelines or literally—common sense).

but that still didn’t account for the fact you had to synchronise every single move.

it took you aprox. two seconds to complain. “why do you take up so much room?”

“maybe because i actually need to wash,” he tries to shoot back, instead you pinch your nose. “yeah—you do.”

marc attempts to shampoo his hair, his arm lurching upwards in a messy lather. problem is, your own limb yanks along with his like some forgotten marionette. “ow—ow, marc! i can’t bend that way!”

“you’re fine,” he says, wincing a little too.

barely a minute later, when you begin to balance on one leg to shave, his body sways and leans too far out of the water stream. the momentum pulls your body forward, flinging the razor into your shin.

“cariño—jesus!”

a thin like of blood bubbles from your skin. “did you just cut yourself?”

“no, the spirit of common sense did. yes of course i did.. you did!”

he threads through his hair, the soap falling down his bronzed back. “i did not.”

“did too,” you puff. “can you just pass me that?” you point at the loofah above his head. marc goes to follow your direction, until he underestimates the obscenely amount of shampoo that’s leaked, and slips against the sleek tiles.

if he falls, you fall.

you crash down in a tangle of limbs—your elbow hits the bath lining, and your left knee lands squarely in his crotch.

marc lets out a wheeze so high-pitched it might register to bats. your eyes widen. “dios mío!” he droops back theatrically, both hands guarding the area as if he thought you’d do it again.

“you’ve killed me,” he croaks. “this is how i go. i’m gonna die young.”

what a humiliation ritual.

escaping is just as difficult.

as you attempt to exit the slippery hellscape of a shower, your foot slides across a rogue puddle.

a loud thunk echos and your mouth drops.

“oh my god! are you okay!?” you exclaim, reaching for his face. he’s hunching over the sink, gripping his forehead.

“i think.. my brain’s fallen out,” he groans.

your teeth nip at your bottom lip, smothering a laugh. snatching the camera from the shelf, it zooms into the angry, red mark blooming across his skin.

“ouch,” you whisper, almost reverently.

you lower the camera slightly, though it’s still rolling. “i’m sorry,” you’re genuine this time. “does it hurt bad?”

he emits a second whine. “only when i think.”

your hands crawl up into his wet locks, brushing them aside; your lips mould gently over the cut. “then lucky for you, that’s not often.”

after some squabbling, plastering and disinfecting his wounds, the effort of drying off becomes a one-sided competition.

and surprise surprise, marc is done within like thirty seconds.

how does he only use one towel? one.

“are you not gonna put a shirt on?”

“and get it stuck on my head again? no way.”

MOMENTS LATER… marc takes custody of the camera this time. triumphantly, the boy waltz’s into the bedroom, dragging you along in which the camera catches a few, “stop!” and “that hurts!”

“ah, well that was refreshing,” marc flashes a toothy grin at the screen, looking sure as hell pleased. “babe, do you agree?”

he tilts the camera to his right, and down, showcasing an unenthusiastic-you. your hair was still 90% wet, sticking to the back of your neck and dripping onto your dry clothes.

just because, somehow, men can dry off 100x quicker, like its some inevitable superpower, marc thought it was amusing to speed-run getting ‘ready’.

like.. define ready.

“don’t worry guys, she agrees, really.”

oh, if looks could kill. “can i have the camera back now?” your scowl is conspicuous, and for the first time ever, he actually looks slightly intimidated.

“if you can reach for it, yeah,” he shrugs.

simultaneously, you lunge forward. unluckily for you, marc is an utterly, annoyingly, freakishly tall guy so by lunging, your arms flail up uselessly.

that is, before, rerouting your strategy.

your hand coils around the back of his neck, yanking him down into the mattress with a victorious thump. he barely has time to react before your legs scramble over his, pinning him into a makeshift headlock.

marc lets out a pained muffle. “ouch, okay okay! you can have it back! just let me go.”

“hmmm,” you pretend to consider. “you’re missing a very important word there marc.”

“what? free me now?”

you scoff, wrangling around his neck with a little more pressure. “nuh-uh. use that big head of yours. the same big head that got you stuck in your own shirt.”

“i don’t know!—ow, y/n! i’m serious.”

eventually, his grip weakens on the camera-stick, allowing you to, with ease, reclaim it into your own non-cuffed hand; he doesn’t notice.

“im serious too,” you remark smugly.

he knows what he’s doing. he knows this game. you glare at him, arching your brows in a solemn wait.

marc grumbles, finally caving in though slightly muffled by the mattress. “fine, can you free me.. please?”

“now was that so hard?” you mock, kissing his temple before unravelling him free.

well, not totally free because he’s forced to stay within a ten inch radius from you, but free enough.

almost like admiring and flaunting your artwork, you zoom in close on his annoyed face as he rubs at the reddened spot on his neck. “you left a mark.” he then deadpans, straight towards the lens.

“send help.”

WHEN THE AFTERNOON ARRIVES… you cut straight to the kitchen.

the kitchen looks like a crime scene. flour on the floor, water on the counter, a tragic half-sliced onion sitting abandoned mid-chop. marc’s face is slowly melting with stress.

its evident to know your boyfriend isn’t a morning person, and now he’s not a 10am person either.

“was this really your ‘day full of activities’?”

you subconsciously nod, scrunching your brows as you scroll at the recipe on your phone. it’s balanced awkwardly up against the flour jar, when marc suddenly dips a fingertip into the batter.

“amor, don’t eat that. it has raw egg—”

stupidly, he’s already licking it off clean, eyes squinting. “is it.. supposed to taste like that?”

you slowly lift your head. “like what?”

“like something made of mould.”

you smack his hand away when he reaches for more. “stop touching things with your plague fingers! you said it tastes mouldy.”

“mouldy doesn’t mean it didn’t taste good,” marc shamefully waddles away from it. also, it’s important to note, that you gave him one important task: monitor the pasta.

so, what are your next words?

“marc the pasta!”

“what about it? it’s fine—“ his eyes shoot ample, half-jogging over to the hob. its foaming and bubbling over the pan, spilling its remains over the countertops.

you resist the urge to quite literally, smack him—he’s stirring it. “babe, what are you doing? turn it off!”

the footballer panics, flipping and turning all off the hob controls because he doesn’t know which one was does what.

you grab his wrist mid-spin. “you’re not flying a plane—just pick one!” he randomly slaps a knob and it works.

“phew,” he rubs the back of his hand on his forehead, shortly wincing when he realises his cut still exists. “that could of been a close one.”

as if his words bite him back, he lifts his socked foot to reveal how the water from the oven slid onto the floor, soaking through his socks.

“marc—just, don’t move,” you demand, instructing him to watch over the hob. “well, actually can you shuffle this way just a little?”

you had to reach the fridge somehow.

marc gawks at the camera propped up infront of him, one arm horizontally straightened out of sight—where you were rummaging in the fridge for eggs.

his voice drops low, unmistakably only for the camera to hear. “she’s taken three years off my life today.”

he dusts a miniature patch of flour from his bare chest, stealing a look at you. “she’s amazing though, isn’t she? a little insane, but amazing.”

“a little help here would be nice, by the way!”

what he thought would create a wholesome moment—is interrupted as your voice projects straight through it.

“you haven’t gotten them yet?” he inquires, genuinely surprised. you sulk. “no, they are impossible to reach!”

marc beams at you, on your uppermost tippey-toes, “what silly asshole puts these on the furthest shelf?”

there’s a teasing edge to his tone. “normal people can usually reach it, so i didn’t think it was a problem.”

the brunette pads over, effortlessly grabbing them for you and elbows the fridge shut. when placed down, you nudge him out of the shot—taking full dominance—letting his arm be the victim of strained movement as you twitch your wrists when opening the egg box.

“so, now we just need to crack two of these.”

you’re about to lift one up, until he sneezes directly into the fresh bowl. there’s not a singular logic thought behind those eyes.

“i can get fresh bowl—?” a sigh rattles from your bones. “no, nope. let’s just cut the camera here.”

AS IT FALLS DARK YOU… you lay, sprawling on your shared bed.

“well, you guys, it’s currently 11pm,” you adjust the view to reflect the alarm on your nightstand. then you pan the view to your boyfriend, looking already half-consumed by sleep.

“and also you can see, todays zapped all of his energy,” you can’t help but laugh. bless him.

“but, that is us done for the night. we’ll see you all in the morning!” the recording ends as you rest your head on the pillow.

marc sleeps on the left. the handcuff is on his left hand. of course, it is. meaning his arm is pulled behind his back like he’s doing some kind of weird backstroke in his sleep.

it didn’t make your case any easier, either.

“ugh—can’t you just,” you wriggle out from the duvet, trying to manoeuvre your bound wrists over the edge of your boyfriends stiff, slightly-snoring body. “roll over for five seconds?”

marc huffs, face down in the pillow. “i am rolled over!”

“you’ve rolled not even halfway! you’re hovering like a plank and my shoulder is cramping.”

its almost ticking to 1am; time lingers interminably. if you were to count, you’ve tossed and swivelled about a hundred times, sighed like a thousand and complained maybe like.. a million?

“you know what else is cramping?” he lifts his head to reveal half-lidded eyes. “my dignity. now pass me that, duvet-hogger.”

marc aimlessly reaches for the sheet you have curled between your bare legs, and for that—you decide to throw it over his head like a veil.

one.. two.. three seconds.

“cariño, its hot under here.”

you reply, “you said you wanted the duvet.”

“preferably not over my head,” he playfully retaliates, scrambling it from his face. marc grumbles, shuffling in close to you. “c’mere now.”

you both scuttle around, trying to reposition again. he wants you in his arms, you don’t want your limbs stuck under his weight.

you try to flip to your side; marc’s hand jerks forward, eliciting a shocked yelp. “we are not made for prison.”

“nope,” he breathes, raking you against his body until you have no choice but to flip back over. “we’d probably be the first to die in there.”

you laugh. “you’d go before me though.”

a similar snicker rumbles in his chest, low and sleepy. marc yawns, for like the fiftieth time, until melting back into the billowy pillow.

“hey, marc?” you settle just inches apart from his face. he hums in response. “i know it’s been a little.. crazy today, but thank you for doing this with me.”

abruptly, his eyes flutter open—looking slightly surprised yet tender all at once.

“you’re welcome, preciosa. you know i’d do any dumb challenge if it meant spending the day with you.”

you lean in, gently tugging at his chin toward you and kiss him—mellow, affectionate and longer than you mean to.

the chain between you clinks inaudibly.

marc smiles against your mouth, cradling the back of your head to reel you in for another. “i love you.”

“i love you too, mi vida.” he dots petite pecks across your nose, then across your cheeks. “goodnight.”

you whisper back. “goodnight baby.”

absentmindedly, his lips skim over your temple as he tries to tuck fallen hair back behind your ear with a very-chained hand. although, it just ends up patting your face.

“that was my eyebrow,” you mumble, eyes shut.

“it still counts.”

the room settles into a tranquil silence. your fingers trace the metal chain that links, and marc hums as if he feels it too.

neither of you say it aloud, but today is a memory you’ll both reach for on the kinds on days that need one.

a memory worth cherishing. forever.

MORNING LIGHT SPILLS PAST… the curtains, stirring you awake. “mm,” a satisfied hum escapes your lips, as you find however you’re positioned, is genuinely comfy.

your boyfriends arm is snug around your shoulders, his molten breath fanning your face, in gusts.

the chill steel of the handcuff chain presses bitterly cold against your skin, but the warmth which marc radiates, makes up for it.

when you shift, he shifts.

“well morning, sleepyhead,” you coo, cupping the one side of his face that you can. “rise and shine.”

your boyfriend groans something incoherent into the pillow. “bebé,” you whisper, nudging your foot against his shin. “oye, come on, we need to finish this.”

it’s not like you can rotate much, but you dig around; eventually take ahold of your camera that tried to hide beneath the messes of blankets.

it beeps when you turn it on, and marc suspires—preparing for the finality of what he’d call hell.

“..do we have to?” your boyfriend groans, his voice still drowsy. his breadth arms are still iron-fisted around your frame, refusing to loosen.

“yeah, we do,” you encourage, mirroring his lethargy as you yawn. even apart of yourself didn’t want to record the final ending of the challenge.

because, where you were right now, warm and tethered to the one person who always pulls you in a little closer in his sleep—it felt like if you move, you’d never fall back into this little cocoon again.

following a weighted exhale, you position the camera high enough into the air so it captures you two together.

“morning, everyone,” you blink at the camera, rubbing at your weary eyes. “it’s officially been 24 hours, which means we’ve successfully completed the handcuffed for-a-day challenge.”

marc is trying to avoid the blaring light, eyes still closed but when you shake him up, he briefly rotates his head so you can see all of the sleep marks etched onto his face.

his cheeks are toasty-pink, his hair sticking up in every angle and direction. but he still doesn’t depart from you.

“any words to end the vlog, marc?”

“im never doing this again.”

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years ago

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Off the Market

Summary: Ari learns that you're not the sharing type. Which is fine by him, because neither is he.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Jealous/Possessive Reader, Oral Sex (mentioned), Discussions of Public Sex, Mentions of Disordered Eating, Polite Fat Shaming, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Be sure to check out the follow-up fic, A Man Starved. Not beta'd. Not beta'd. All mistakes my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

“So?” You ask before taking another sip of your milkshake. The thick and creamy treat goes down easy, which makes the amount of time it took to get to you well worth it. “What’s the verdict?”

“Not bad.” Your companion mumbles as he eagerly gulps down his own shake. “Not bad at all. But just so we’re clear, drinkin’ one of these isn’t gonna get you out of our deal.” He stirs the drink with his straw before plucking out the cherry and popping it in his mouth. “Remember you swore on it.” He holds up his pinky finger as a reminder.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sugar.” You tell him as a smile flits its way across your lips. Without thinking, you go to feed him your own cherry. You find yourself giggling at the way he playfully nips at your fingers, his tongue lapping at the traces of whipped cream.

There went your big Beast of a man proudly living up to his nickname, as per usual. Thank goodness you were the only couple dining outside today.

“Hey. How come yours tastes better?” Ari pouts suddenly, sending you into another fit of giggles.

“We got the exact same thing, honey.” You roll your eyes at him before returning your attention to the menu in your hand.

“Bird?” His growl comes out soft and silky. And it immediately has you on high alert. Because you recognized that tone.

It meant you were in trouble.

“Um, yes?” You try ducking your head behind the oversized, laminated piece of paper. Maybe if he couldn’t see you anymore, he’d just let it ride.

“Did you just do what I think you just did?”

“Well, I suppose that depends on what you think I just did.” You sneak another sip of your chocolate shake, doing your best to forget about all the extra unnecessary calories you’re putting into your body right then. After all, you and your man had a deal. And you aimed to see it through.

“I think you just rolled your eyes at me.” Ari rests his elbows on the table, leaning forward on his arms in an attempt to get your attention. “Now, just because I gave you a pass back the boutique–”

You blow out an annoyed breath. “That wasn’t my fault! You kept making me model the most ridiculous pieces for you, even when I knew they wouldn’t fit.” You peek out from behind your menu long enough to scan the area for Stella, your waitress. Of course she’s nowhere to be found.

Which, oddly enough, was fine by you. There was just something about the woman that seemed to ruffle your feathers a bit. Although you couldn’t quite put your finger on the reason why.

“Except they did fit.” Your bounty hunter surprises you by yanking the menu from your grasp. He then tosses both yours and his onto a nearby empty table. “And maybe if you would’ve allowed me into the fitting room with you earlier, we could’ve scored you another bathing suit. I still think we should go back for that sweet little black and white number. That ass was made for it.”

“It was too small. Just like the other ones.” You counter, feeling your cheeks heat at the intimate praise. The burn only intensifies when you recall the way he’d simply let himself into the fitting room after you’d vetoed your third bathing suit. It had been his pick, which meant he felt that he was well within his rights to, as he put it, “see for himself”.

One Hour Earlier

“Baby.” He said, chuckling softly. “If a woman expects a man to wait outside and do it patiently, then perhaps she ought to give him a little show.” When you balked he’d simply shrugged and picked up an ice blue monokini before handing it over to you, silently demanding that you try it on. With him right there in the flippin’ fitting room.

And he hadn’t felt the least bit compelled to help preserve your modesty by looking away as you’d changed. Instead, he’d had the gall to take a seat in a chair that was tucked away in a corner.

“This is completely inappropriate!” You hissed, clutching the forgotten suit to your chest. “Wh–what if someone comes by?”

“Then I expect you’ll have to be quiet then, won’t you?” He held a finger to his lips, playfully shushing you. “That way it stays our little secret. Now, how about you model the pink one for me?”

“I’ll model whatever you want once we get back to your place.” You tried, your entire body had been practically vibrating with embarrassment.

“Nah. I’m afraid that ain’t gonna work for me.” Ari had leaned back in his chair then, leisurely crossing his long legs over his ankles. “See, this Beast of yours is itchin’ for some instant gratification.” He’d locked his fingers together before resting them on his firm stomach. “And I ain’t leavin’ until I get it.”

“Guess we’ll be in here for a long time then, huh?” You’d responded rather snippily. “Because I’m not about to–”

“You know, sweetheart, now that I’m thinking about it, I just realized you haven’t fed me yet today.”

“I thought we were gonna grab a bite after..?” The knowing look that passed between you two had been enough to make you feel weak in the knees. “Umm...”

“You know how I get when you make me go too long without a taste.” His piercing blue eyes had dropped to your (thankfully) still panty clad pussy. “I’m gonna need a fix, baby. And soon.” You’d watched him cup his impressive cock through the fabric of his jeans. “Otherwise I might start gettin’ antsy.” The silky purr of his voice alone had been enough to have your thighs clenching.

“Don’t – ooh! Behave yourself, damn you!” You’d done your best to ignore the way your core had spasmed with need. “There will be no funny business in this fitting room. You are not getting us kicked out of this store, Beast!”

“But I’m hungry now. Starving actually.” He’d pressed, a wolfish grin spreading across his features. “And all I can think about is sinking to my knees and burying my face in that gorgeous pussy. Right here. Right now.”

You'd watched as he rose from his seat, his big body crowding your smaller one. “Wanna taste all that sweet, wild honey of yours when you cum on my tongue like a good girl.” You’d also squealed none-too-quietly when he pinned you against the wall.

And although the man had seen fit to warn you of his plan, you still hadn’t been prepared for his boldness. Even less so when he dropped to his knees in front of you, his nimble fingers tugging at the edges of your panties.

“Ari…” You'd breathed, rising on your toes to graze your lips along his bearded jaw. “We can’t. Not here. Patience, sugar.”

“Like I told you, I’m about out.” He’d responded on the heels of a groan. “But I might be able to find some more. Maybe. But only if…”

“If what?”

“If you stay the night once we get back to Bell’s Creek. I wanna spend the rest of the evening getting all tangled up in you. Especially after I managed to work up such a sweet tooth.” Ari had brushed mouth over your covered mound, loving the way your nipples pebbled at his words - his touch.

“I accept your terms.” You’d told him with a soft giggle as heat suffused your cheeks. “Now let me go so I can model these last few for you. It’s about time we get a move-on to our next stop -- no more kisses. Oh God, Ari! Be patient!”

“I’m not trying on another thing after I stuff my face, honey.” You mumble as you take another sip of your drink. “We’ll just have to come back another time. Plus, you’ve already spent more than enough on me.”

“You’re worth it.”

“You should’ve at least let me pay for half.” You start to protest, feeling uncomfortable with being doted on in such a way.

“Already said no. And you ain’t payin’ for lunch either, so you’d best not get that pretty mouth all twisted up to ask.”

“How about we–” You find your conversation interrupted by the arrival of your waitress, Stella.

“Hey, ya’ll!” She chirps as she comes around the corner, her blonde ponytail bouncing behind her as she finally makes her way to your table. “Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. How are those shakes treating you, hm? Pretty good?”

“They’re great.” You and Ari respond at the same time.

“I just knew you’d love ‘em!” She responds rather animatedly, her freshly manicured fingers lightly brushing over Ari’s shoulder. He doesn’t seem to notice. But you do. Because it’s not the first time it’s happened. “Looks like you’re doin’ alright over there, handsome. Can I get you another one?”

“No, thank you.” Your Bounty Hunter hums, his gaze locked on the menu as he works to make a final decision. “But I do think we’re ready to order.”

“Yep.” You readily agree, even as your eye twitches. “We sure are.”

Stella makes an innocent show of turning away from you, her gaze focused on Ari. “I bet a big, strapping fella like you would be interested in one of our steaks. Our beef is grass-fed and sourced locally. Which means it’s always fresh, never frozen.”

“Actually, I think we’re both gonna have–” You attempt to interject, only to be shut down without so much as a glance in your direction.

“Did you happen to see our line of Skinny Gal Salads, buttercup? They come with all the flavor, but only half the calories. They’re listed on page two if you wanna take a gander while I walk your lovely friend here through tonight’s specials featuring our signature porterhouse.”

Your waitress’ audacity hits you so hard you almost feel a headache coming on as an unexpected fury burns in your belly. A belly that could probably stand to benefit from one of those so-called Skinny Gal salads, but then again that would go against the deal you’d made last night.

Which involved you and your man enjoying a couple of worry-free milkshakes and bacon cheeseburgers. You’d promised that you would try to relax and not get so caught up in all of that internal calorie counting like you usually did.

So, like it or not, a deal was a deal and you aimed to see it through. Regardless of what your waitress had to say about it. And if the woman was smart, she’d take her hand off your man’s arm before something happened to it.

“Now handsome, did I hear you say you were visiting from Bell’s Creek?” Your waitress cocks her hip against the table while she ignores you in favor of cozying up to your Beast. “Because it just so happens that I have a friend there that I like to visit from time to time. Do you happen to know–”

“Actually, I’ve heard amazing things about your barnyard cheeseburgers. So I think we’re gonna have two of those with bacon. Extra bacon. Please.” You tack on the last word, which is spoken through gritted teeth.

Finally, Stella turns to you and offers a patronizing smile. “Can I interest you in a side salad with that, buttercup? It comes with a spritz of our homemade red wine vinaigrette.”

Ari sits back in silence, apparently content to watch whatever the fuck was transpiring between you and this bottle blonde heifer with a notepad. Which was fine. You were a big girl who knew how to take-up for herself when the situation called for it.

“I want fries, sugarplum. But who knows, my friend might want one of those skinny ass salads to go with his meal. Does that sound good to you, baby?” While your eyes never leave hers, you manage to catch a glimpse of a smile from your companion.

“I, uh, would also like fries.” He coughs. You can tell he’s trying not to laugh, which only serves to piss you off even more. “But thank you.”

“That’ll be all, honey.” You politely growl, snatching Ari’s menu from him before your waitress could use it as an excuse to touch him again. “We’ll let you know if you need anything else.”

“But you haven’t heard the specials.” Stella turns back to Ari, a soft pout gracing her plump lips. “It just might change your mind. You might find yourself wanting something…better.”

Oh, no the fuck she did not. Your man was fine with his choice. You. The burger. All of it. Be gone, bitch!

“We’re good.” You snap, seething inwardly. “You couldn’t possibly have anything more special than what he’s already got goin’ on in front of him, right here. Right now.”

Your waitress stares you down, but you refuse to be the one to blink first. If your eyes gave up and fell out, you had faith Ari would collect them for you before safely guiding you home. Your man was a gentleman like that.

“I guess I’ll go ahead and get these orders in. Two burgers, heavy bacon, coming right up.” The smile she gives you now is much more brittle and it doesn’t meet her eyes. But you also can’t bring yourself to give a fuck.

This woman needed to remember to stay in her lane before you ran her off the road.

“Thanks.”

“Welcome.”

And then she’s gone. You find your glaring at her retreating form. You’re actually in the middle of fantasizing about what would happen if you took a pair of scissors to her annoying ass ponytail when you hear your name being called.

“What?” You snarl as Ari comes back into focus. And what the hell was he grinning about? Didn’t he realize that that pretty face of his was in slapping distance?

“You’re really something, baby.” He murmurs, his gorgeous blue eyes dancing with mischief. “You know that?”

“Meaning?” At the moment, you were in no mood for anyone else’s bullshit.

Ari leans forward in his chair as one of his big hands comes to rest atop yours. “I just meant…I’ve never seen you jealous before. It just surprised me a little is all.” He finishes with a shrug. “I didn’t expect for you to…to…”

“Didn’t expect for me to do what, Beast?” Your tone softens as you watch his head dip, his bearded cheeks tinged with red. He perks up when you give his hand an affectionate squeeze, flipping your positions slightly so you can lace your fingers through his.

“Claim me.”

Those two simple words are enough to send you reeling. Is that really what you had just done?

“It’s no secret that I like you, Bird. A lot.” His voice drops an octave as he works to explain himself. “Every time I see you, it’s like there’s something in me deep down inside me that screams mine. I guess I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way about me. Until now.”

Was he being serious? Of course he was! This man had never struck you as the type to joke about any of this.

“I like you too, Ari. But what I didn’t like was watching our waitress flirt with you like I wasn’t even here. I almost fucked her up with my spoon for touching what’s mine.” Ari’s perfect teeth sink into his plush bottom lip, his nostril’s flaring as his mind works to process your admission.

“Say that again.” The command rumbles out from somewhere deep in his chest, compelling you to obey. “Louder”

“You’re mine, Ari Levinson. For today. Tomorrow. For however long this magical thing between us lasts – you belong to me.” You breathe, butterflies filling your belly. “You’re officially off the market, you got that?”

“I hear you, Bird. Loud and fucking clear.” The grin on his face soon proves to be infectious. “And you have no idea just how happy I am to hear you say that.” Ari opens his arms to you then, beckoning you forward.

The next thing you know, you’re up and moving before you’ve even registered what’s happening. All you knew was that your man needed you. Which meant you needed to go to him. Now.

“I always want you, Ari. Even when I shouldn’t.” You tell him as you gracefully slide into his lap, looping your arms around his neck as you do.

“I know the feeling.” Ari murmurs, brushing his mouth over yours. “Which is why I want to do something special once we get back to Bell’s Creek. Before I have to leave again.” The startled look on your face has your Bounty Hunter rushing to finish his thoughts before you can verbalize your confusion.

“What do you–?”

“I’m only gonna be gone a few days, baby. Three, maybe four, tops.” One of his large, slightly calloused palms presses against the back of your neck, drawing you in closer to him so that he can take your lips again.

“Oh.” Comes your lame reply.

“I’m coming back to you, Bird.” Ari rests his forehead against yours as you try to calm your racing heart. “You have my word. But I still wanna do something special for you – for us – before I go. Will you let me do that without a fight?”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Feeling content, Ari leans in to capture your mouth with his own once again. After behaving himself all day, it was time for his reward.

“Wait.” You place your hand on his chest, halting his advances. “You’re still mine wherever you go. I don’t care if it’s fucking Siberia.” You grab a fistful of his shirt, hauling him forward. “You’ll still be mine there too. You with me?”

“Fuck yeah I am.” Ari growls, using both of hands to cradle your face as he slants his lips over yours once again. The kiss is as passionate as it is raw. Your tongues dance together, both fighting for dominance. But this time your Beast lets you win.

Desire burns in your belly as you savor the sensual victory. You bury your fingers in his hair, tugging at the chestnut strands. Meanwhile, one of Ari’s hands goes to grip your hip, making you moan when he gently molds and kneads your curves.

Jesus Christ! You suddenly felt as if you were wearing too many clothes.

His lips skim along the column of your throat as you pant. You were always so fucking needy for him all the time. It made it almost impossible for you to resist him during moments like these.

You’re so lost in each other that you don’t even bother to look up when you hear footsteps approaching. “Will these be separate checks or…oh.” You hear your waitress stammer as she tries to collect herself. “I’ll, um - I'll just bring the one.”

Ari briefly pulls away, eliciting a soft whine from you. “Thanks. And while you're at it, we’ll be taking our food to-go.”

“Bye, Stella.” You giggle as you give a little wave before playfully nipping at his jaw, not even bothering to glance over at the other woman’s face. You knew it was petty, but staking your claim on this man in front of your so-called rival felt so damn good. Especially after a day like today.

Frankly, the only way it could get any better was if you could make yourself utter those three magic words – the same ones you’d been practicing in the mirror last night. But right now they simply wouldn't come. They kept getting stuck in your throat.

Oh well. Guess you’d just have to try again tomorrow.

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starkwlkr · 2 years ago

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banned pt. 2 | charles leclerc

welcome everyone to banned pt. 2 ‼️ in this fic, ruby is 7 and mathéo is 3 and making their ig debut, introducing the schumi kids, mikey and demri <3

It had been years since Ruby introduced herself to social media. Everyone loved her and loved how funny she was. No one ever thought they would get another ‘Ruby goes on social media’ video since Charles had stated multiple times that she was forever on a phone ban. All it took for Charles to give up his phone was a couple of drinks and a distraction from Lorenzo and Arthur who had dared him to jump into the pool.

This time, Ruby wasn’t alone. She had her brother Mathéo with her so the media got to see two Leclercs mess around.

It was a Pascale’s birthday and the family had decided to surprise the mother with a cake and gifts. The Schumacher’s were also invited so Mikey and Demri were hanging out with the Leclerc children. By the end of the night, almost everyone was giggly and singing random songs every now and then.

The kids had just taken a bath after spending most of their day inside the pool. Ruby had come down from her room and saw Charles starting to empty his pockets onto the table.

“Charles! No!” Y/n laughed as Charles was debating whether or not to take his shirt off.

“Jump in fully clothed!” Arthur yelled as Carla tried to get him to shut up.

“Okay.” Charles replied, but before he jumped in, he grabbed Y/n’s hand and dragged her to the pool. She had no choice but to jump in as well.

Ruby saw Charles’ phone and quickly ran to get it before anyone saw her. Thankfully they were all distracted by drunk Charles. She ran back up to her room where Mathéo was playing on the IPad.

“Théo! Look!” Ruby showed the boy what she had in her hands. “Want to make a video?”

“Does it have games?” Demri asked, following her best friend.

The boy nodded and put away his IPad where he had found it. Ruby and Mathéo were completely different from their personalities to the way they dressed.

Ruby unlocked Charles’ phone and clicked on the instagram app. The first post that she came across was not her mother’s like last time. It was a family picture that was taken yesterday posted on Arthur’s account. She immediately went to the comments and typed one herself.

charles_leclerc yo u snore 😂😂😂

“Ruby, I want to see!” Mathéo whined since his sister was not sharing like they were suppose to.

“That’s my papa’s name!” Mikey pointed to Mick’s username in Arthur’s instagram likes.

“Go get maman’s phone! She has the same thing!”

So the little boy stood up from the floor and ran to get his mother’s phone. Y/n had been charging her phone in her room so Mathéo knew where to find the phone. When he came back, he saw Ruby pointing the phone to her doll collection that had grown since Instagram last saw it.

“Ruby, how do I get the game you’re playing?” Mathéo asked as he handed the phone to his sister.

Ruby sighed and set the phone down on her bed. “It’s not a game, Théo! Look, it’s this one.” Ruby opened up the instagram app on Y/n’s phone and saw the same post she had seen on Charles’ phone. Her fingers accidentally made the screen go from Y/n’s instagram feed to the camera. Demri and Mikey gasped when they saw filters.

“Take a picture!”

“Wait! There’s funny faces!” Mathéo excitedly said and started to put filters on his face. “I want to show papa!”

“No! If you show papa then he’s going to take away the phone and then you won’t be able to play and he’s going to be mad with you and he won’t give you kisses and he’ll give me more kisses. He told me.” Ruby said.

paddockfashion “he told me” me when i lie

forzacha16 room tour when?

schumacherlegacy this is so unexpected i love it

“I can show you papa’s trophies. Um, you have to be quiet because Uncle Enzo and his girlfriend and Auntie Carla and Uncle Arthur are here. I helped maman with grand-mère’s cake and it’s pink and I drew a heart and she loves it.” Ruby had a habit of talking about one topic then talking about another.

“My papa has a room like that too. But his has more because he said my opa’s trophies are in there too. He has a lot. I counted them the other day and I counted a lot.” Mikey explained.

“Where are you going?” Mathéo asked, still holding his mother’s phone in his hands.

“I’m going to papa’s trophy room.”

totowolffisadilf of course charles has a trophy room

gosports44 WHATS HIS CREDIT CARD NUMBER

nomichaelno tell charles to follow me on tiktok

“TikTok? My maman has TikTok.” Ruby said as her and Mathéo walked to the end of the hall where Charles kept all his trophies and helmets in a room.

“Show my helmet!” Mathéo shouted as he pointed to a helmet that Charles had gifted him for his birthday.

“No,” Ruby simply said and pointed the camera towards all the trophies. “I wanted to show the helmets Dem and I have but they’re not here.”During the Monaco Grand Prix, Charles had gifted Demri and Ruby matching helmets with their initials on the side. Ruby had hers in Mick’s house since she had taken it when her and Demri had a sleepover and forgotten it. “never mind this is boring. Uncle Pierre got me more barbies!”

She ran back to her room and dropped the phone. “Ruby! That’s papa’s phone!” Mathéo gasped.

“It was already broken when I got it,” Ruby picked up the phone and saw the comments and lightly gasped when she saw a familiar name.

pierregasly you’re still banned

pierregasly don’t break your papa’s phone

“What does that say?” Mathéo asked as he took the phone from Ruby’s hands.

“You can’t read, I can! It says listen to me and to give me two euros.”

“No it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does. I know how to read too!” Demri defended her friend.

“You can’t count, how can you read?” Mikey teased his sister.

yukisrestuarant ruby and demri stan until i die

formulasbitch gaslighting era

wagstyle i agree it says give her two euros

“Ruby? Do you have my phone?” The kids heard Charles shout.

“No!”

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grapejuice32 · 10 days ago

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haiii, i had a request for angel!reader x rafe, something angsty + fluffy (but if this is against what you write, feel free to ignore this request!)

maybe !angel struggles/used to struggle with a habit of sh, and she was having some sort of urge so she turned to rafe for help but broke down crying instead, something along those lines

angel!reader x Rafe

warnings: bad mental health, self harm, mentions of self harm scars, please don't read something that will actively trigger you

a/n: I just would like to preface that I only write this from my own experiences with this topic. It is something that is experienced and dealt with differently in every person that struggles. I'm always happy to write about these sorts of things because they are real life experiences and sometimes it's helpful to see what you struggle with represented in this manner. Don't be afraid to ask and my dms are always open.

It had been building up for a while, the heaviness in your head, the faraway look in your eyes. Rafe had tried to tell himself that you were just tired, that no, you weren’t struggling anymore, because you were better, weren’t you?

You wanted to be better, you tried to be better, for him. But it was so hard, when the numbness started to take over and all you wanted was to feel something, anything. The blades you’d long since hidden from Rafe amongst your period items in the bathroom beckoned you. You could envision what you’d look like when you were done, even as you sat on the couch staring blankly at the wall.

It pained Rafe to see you like this, he was sat right next to you and yet you’d never felt so far away. But you were safe, he was sure of that. There was nothing you could use or do, not when he was right there. The thought brought him some comfort. “Angel,” he cleared his throat, “why don’t you go for a bath, hm?” Slowly, you turned to face him, your face still. “It might make y’feel better.” Still nothing. “It’ll make me feel better.” He tried. Your gaze flickered and you nodded, Rafe’s shoulders sagged as he sighed in relief. “Thank you,” he murmured, leaning forwards to press a kiss to your forehead, trying not to feel hurt when you pulled away.

Your breathing was controlled and shallow as you walked into the bathroom, your steps unhurried as Rafe unknowingly sent you to the one room you probably shouldn’t be in. Once the door was closed behind you, there was nothing you could do to stop yourself from opening the drawer.

Before you knew it, a clean blade was glistening in your hand. The air felt thick as you stared at the clean canvas of your arm, marred only by old scars. You pressed the blade down onto your skin without thinking but before you could cause yourself any harm, Rafe’s footsteps echoing through the hallway snapped you out of it. “Rafe,” you said, hoping it was loud enough for him to hear through the bathroom door. “Rafe,” you repeated, blade still in contact with your arm, your voice trembling.

“Hey, what’s u-“ he froze as he stepped into the bathroom, taking in your reflection. He pulled his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes instantly welling up. Rafe took slow steps towards you, his hands visibly shaking as he rounded your figure and took your hands in his. He tried to remain calm as he took the blade from your hand, placing it behind him on the bathroom counter.

The atmosphere was tense as he checked your arms, a sense of relief flickering in his gaze. “Are you-I don’t um-“ he choked up, his distraught eyes meeting your guilty ones. He tried to speak again but was cut off as a raw sob escaped your throat.

Your shoulders shook as the dam inside of you broke, everything that’d been building up releasing all at once. Rafe gathered you in his arms, holding you tightly to his chest. “I’m sorry,” you whispered between cries, “I’m sorry.” You repeated.

But he shook his head in refusal, a tear of his own slipping down his cheek. “Y’don’t have to apologise. ‘s okay.” He swallowed thickly and he pressed a kiss to your head. “I should’ve known, angel.”

“I’m sorry,” you just said again. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, know I’m supposed to.” Rafe didn’t say anything, his fingers tangling in your hair, his other hand rubbing up and down your back in a soothing motion. “Are you mad at me?”

“No, baby. ‘Course ‘m not mad.” He sighed, guilt consuming him. “Just worried about you.”

Your bottom lip trembled, “Don’t wanna worry you.”

“ ‘s my job to worry about you, angel.” He countered, “Even if you don’t like it, it’s the truth.” You nodded distantly, fisting his shirt in your hands. Rafe sighed again, couching to lift you up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist. You rested your chin in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, the feeling of his body against yours helping to ground you.

It took you a moment to realise that he’d laid you down in your shared bed and had pulled you into his side, hands running up and down your waist. “Tell me next time. Please, angel. Please. ‘m not gonna be worried if you tell me what’s goin’ on in your head. How am I s’posed to look after you when I don’t know what you’re thinking, hm?”

You agreed, you knew he was right. You didn’t want to cope like that, you hated that it’s what you turned towards. “Thank you,” you whispered. He didn’t say anything, he knew you didn’t want him to, knew he didn’t have to. Instead he just held you closer, not letting go of you for the rest of the night.

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commandershepardvasfuckit · 8 months ago

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An Arranged Marriage, part 10

M!troll x f!reader

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Home and clean it's the first time you've every really been close to him and comfortable about it. You feel safe and at ease until he leaves you to rest while he bathes, and the sounds and sights of the last few hours keep bubbling up.

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“Why not go rest?” Zen’jan suggested as he took the washcloth from you, though you had managed to get a lot of the blood off of him.

“I’m ok” you protested, though you were struggling to keep your eyes open. It had been a long 24 hours.

“Go rest. I will go finish cleaning up in the bathroom and then go get us something to eat, ok?” he said firmly and you could tell it was not actually a question.

“Fine”.

He was right, some rest would do you well. You scuttled over to the bed and wrapped yourself up in the blankets while Zen’jan went to go bathe. He left the door cracked open, not that you could see anything at this angle, but it did feel reassuring that he was just right there.

Try as you might, you could not sleep. Panic gripped you every time you finally started to drift off, the memory of waking up under that tree to voices kept bubbling up to the surface.

More time than you realized had passed while you tried to sleep and you heard Zen’jan emerge from the bathroom. You looked over his way, he just had his bath towel wrapped loosely around his hips and did not seem to notice that you were not asleep. You did not mean to keep staring, but you did anyways. It had been nearly a month of living together and you had not so much as even seen him take his shirt off in front of you, now you could not help but peek at him while his back was to you.

Really, he was quite attractive now that you had gotten used to trolls. He moved so fluidly, even just while rummaging through the drawers looking for clothes. There were subtle variations in the blue of his skin down the backs of his arms and legs you had never noticed. Especially you stared at the muscle of his back and arms, no wonder he had no issue carrying you all the way back home.

Happily lost in thought, you let out a squeak of surprise and quickly covered your face with the blanket when he dropped his towel.

“Spirits! I thought you were asleep!” you heard him shout and could hear him scrambling about.

Moments later he was kneeling next to the bed, his voice in your ear as he spoke. “I am so sorry about that, towel is back on, I promise. Though maybe I should be concerned that the sight of me makes my wife shriek and hide” he laughed.

You peered out from the blankets, his face was level with yours, though you found your gaze drifting down lower to stare at his chest instead.

“I promise I really did think you were asleep” he said again, “I forgot to bring some clean clothes with me, and I really did not want to put the bloody ones one right after bathing”.

“I was just surprised, that’s all” you mumbled.

“As long as that was just a surprised reaction. I do not think my ego could handle it if my wife found me unbearable to look at” he leaned forward to press his forehead against yours.

“No, I um, I enjoyed the view” you managed to stammer out.

“That’s good” he nuzzled his forehead against yours before pulling back, “I am quite surprised that you are not asleep yet though”.

“I couldn’t fall asleep. The last time I tried to nap I woke up to bandits, every time I started to drift off this time I would start to panic”.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Maybe stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“Of course, anything you need, but let me put some pants on. You can even watch if you want” he teased.

You felt your face heat up, it would be a lie to say you were not curious about what he looked like under all though clothes.

It was also nice seeing him more relaxed. Ever since the two of you returned home that morning he seemed a lot calmer, more open and relaxed than usual. He was smiling more, and joking around, and being affectionate.

You watched up until he took his towel off again, not quite ready to open that floodgate, but happy when he decided to skip putting a shirt on.

“Alright, where do you want me? I can just sit here next to you like I always have” he offered and sat on the floor next to the bed like he usual with his arms crossed on the bed and head resting on them.

“You can sit in the bed with me” you do not know why, but it was difficult to say out loud.

He sat next to you, towering over you where you laid, through for the first time his size felt comforting instead of looming.

“If you put your back to me I can rub your back” he offered.

You said nothing but did roll over. His hand was so warm as he gently rubbed circles on your back and you swore you could hear him humming something. You closed your eyes and the exhaustion began to set back in now that the panic from the towel incident had subsided.

“What are you humming?” you asked.

“An old song that my parents used to sing to me and my siblings when we could not sleep” he said.

“You never told me you had any siblings”.

“I have an older brother, a younger sister, and I had a younger brother”.

“Oh, I’m sorry” you said awkwardly, not really knowing how to respond.

“It happened a long time ago, and now is not the time to talk about loss, I just want you to relax and sleep now”.

You tried closing your eyes and only focusing on Zen’jan’s hand on your back. It was definitely easier to relax now that you did not feel alone.

“Do you mind if I lay down with you? I will keep rubbing your back though” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s fine”.

He kept his distance, laying at the edge of the bed to give you space while he kept rubbing your back. You did not know the last time you just laid with anyone. Back living at home it always involved a lot of sneaking around, even well into your adult years because the daughter of a prestigious naval admiral did not have relationships, let alone flings. No, as far as your family knew you never had spent nights sneaking about with one of the maids, or the son of the head butler.

It felt weird that now that you could just finally be openly affectionate with someone that you still hesitated. You wondered if you would be like this if you were married off to some upstart naval officer like you always were told you would be. You wondered if Zen’jan was human if would make a difference.

“Are you alright?” his voice cut through your downward spiraling thoughts, “You suddenly tensed up a lot”.

“Yeah, just thinking”.

“I know I asked this a lot the whole way home, but are you sure you are alright? You asked a lot about what happened there with me, but you dodged any of my questions. I will not force you to talk about anything, but I am here to listen”.

You did not know how to tell him everything. That your kingdom may be trying to restart the war. That your family seemed to be fine with your death if that is was it took to declare war again.

“It’s just been a lot”.

“I know, but if you ever need to talk I am here to listen, always”.

You rolled over and buried your face into his chest and you felt him nuzzle his chin against the top of your head. His heartbeat was slow and steady, a sharp contrast to your racing heart.

“I have got you. I will not let anyone hurt you, I promise” his voice was soft in your ear and sent a pleasant warm tingle down your spine.

“Thank you, Zen”.

You drifted off like that, listening to his heartbeat and him softly humming the song from before. He smelled like warm herbal soap from the bathtub, but you missed the smell of incense on his skin.

Part 11

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orcasoul · 1 month ago

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The Lesser of Two Evils

Summery: You and Marcus become closer than ever, where neither of you can ignore the building tension any longer...

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut (masturbation 18+ only, minors DNI) enemies(ish) to lovers, slow burn, protective Marcus Acacius.

Word Count: 6, 306

Chapter 9 Heart's desire

Marcus watched in delight as unrestrained joy and enthusiasm emanated from you as he escorted you around the Roman Forum at Capitoline Hill. The only other times you had been here was upon your arrival in the city and for the banquet, and both times you hadn't really had the chance to truly appreciate it. So today he's taking his time, determined to give you your first real taste of Rome. As you pass by the many richly decorated temples, basillicas and official residences, Marcus points them out, telling you their names and purposes. You hang onto his every word, eyes shining with wonder the whole time.

Many people greet Marcus as they pass by and give you curious backward glances; not that you'd noticed, being completely captivated by your surroundings. He had to stifle his amusement as you'd practically dragged him from one building to the next until the entire Roman Forum had been explored. Next he took you on a walk throught the Via Sacra (main street) and around the entire outside of the Colosseum. "What's that noise? Where's it all coming from?" you asked as shouts and echoes of steel clashing rang out from some nearby buildings. "Those are the gladiator training schools," Marcus pointed to three large buildings across the way from the Colosseum. "How long do they have to train for?" you regard the structures with curiosity.

"Oh, many years," Marcus emphasized the word 'many'. "Every man wants to be the best; to be remembered, and that takes a lifetime of honing skills." Your brows crease in consideration. "A lifetime of training only to risk losing it all the moment they step foot in there," you tilt your head to the Colosseum. "That's the game," Marcus replied, factually. "Well..." you huff, lightheartedly, "I've never been so relieved to not be a man. I wouldn't last two seconds in there." "I'm sure you could teach them a thing or two," Marcus chuckled, looking down at you. A light pink blush spread across your cheeks as you grinned up at him, meeting his eyes and suddenly Marcus felt... nervous? Being this close, he can't help but notice every detail of your face as the sun bathed your complexion in golden warmth; the hardly visible freckles dashed across your nose, the sweeping curve of your top lip and your eyes... gods, he'd never noticed all the tiny flecks of green blending in with the rich brown of your irises until the sunlight illuminated them just right. You're absolutely stunning.

Marcus swallowed past the newly formed lump in his throat, ignoring the urge to tuck a few loose strands behind your ear. Your grin had eased now, replaced with a soft smile you only ever seemed to give him. It made his heart leap behind his ribs. "Um..." Marcus cleared his throat. "We should continue. There's much more to see." "Oh, yes of course," you smiled coyly. A few minutes later Marcus helped you into the carriage waiting for you by the entrance of the Colosseum, giving instructions to the driver before climbing in himself. The carriage rocks and groans it's way through the bustling city, stopping every now and again as Marcus escorts you around marvel after marvel. You've never seen so many temples in your life! Not only does the Forum have an abundance of them but there are many more dotted throughout the expanse of the city.

And the names are so odd; Temple of Portunus, Temple of Hercules Victor and the Pantheon, to name a few. How does everyone manage to keep up with all these dieties? you wonder to yourself. Another thing Rome boasts are stunning arches with the most exquisite craftsmanship you never thought possible. You had briefly seen the arch of Septimius Severus on your arrival but now you have the chance to really admire it along with the arch of Constantine. This place truly is a modern day wonder, it's endless statues, fountains and monuments a testament to the skill and creativity of the men who made all this possible. It leaves one feeling quite insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

The carriage continues for a little while and you find yourself listening intently as Marcus points out more places of interest. Soon the carriage comes to a stop outside a large open plaza. "Where are we?" you asked as Marcus helped you to step down from the carriage. The place is absolutely teaming with activity, even more so than the temples. Many heads turn your way as you both enter the large open square. "One of Rome's finest markets," Marcus says proudly and offers you his arm, which you accept. There are a mix of shops and endless stalls, with so many different goods in huge quantities. It's enough to make your head spin (in a good way, of course). Booming voices fill the vicinity, all vying for attention from potential customers, greatly exaggerating their products - but if it works, you can't blame their tactics.

The closest thing you'd had to a market in Germania were the trade meetings your tribe hosted with neighbouring tribes, and then it was mostly for food, furs and weapons. The lucky few at the top sometimes traded for golden jewellery to reflect their status in the community, but this... this is something else! Billowing fabrics of various colours and materials sway in the warm breeze from where they hang from racks and hooks and the scent of spices, herbs and baked goods travel straight to your stomach, dragging a low rumble from it. Choosing to ignore it you eagerly press on through the throng of shoppers, also passing stalls that offer beautiful works of pottery and ornaments and some of the most dazzling pieces of jewellery you've ever laid eyes on.

Without noticing you'd began walking slightly ahead of Marcus, pulling him from stall to stall with your linked arms. Watching your face light up with each new experience is worth the dull ache in his thigh as he picks up the pace to keep in step with you. "Look at these colours!" you cry as you admire the stolla's and paller's on display. "And them..." you let go of Marcus, practically bouncing to the next stall selling sandals and various accessories. Marcus can't hold back his endearing chuckle as you become more and more excitable by the second. This right here, seeing you happy and free is a sight he'll commit to memory forever. Just being able to give you this carefree moment brings Marcus so much joy he thinks he might burst.

Lately, nothing makes him happier than to see you happy; if you're content, so is he, if you're at ease so is he and if you're troubled, he can almost feel it, like a physical weight crushing his chest and clouding his mind. How and when you came to have such an effect on him has him bewildered. And what does this even mean? Why is it when he's next to you he feels whole but when you're apart - even when you're only a room away - he feels what he can only describe as a void in his soul; like something is missing. No, not something... It's you. You've shone such a light in his life in the short time he's known you and now he can't fathom losing that light, losing you. Just the thought of not having you in his life every day leaves his stomach in knots.

Marcus blinks back into the moment, pushing the mystery of you and everything about you to the back of his mind. You're now eyeing up a display of jewellery at the next stall, tracing your fingers lightly over the glittering items as if you're afraid you're not worthy to touch such luxury. Marcus sidles up to you, handing you a few denarius. "Why don't you buy us something from the baker," he nods to a stall on the opposite side of the street. "Really?" you grin widely at the prospect of making your first ever purchase. "Anything in particular you'd like?" "Surprise me...." Marcus beams back at you, "I trust your judgement." Your smile widens even more at his declaration of confidence in you. "Okay, I'll be right back." Turning swiftly, you practically skip over the the stall. Marcus watches your retreat for a few moments, until he's certain you won't turn around.

Once satisfied that you're adequately distracted he turns back to the jewellery stall, scanning the many necklaces, brooches and bracelets. His eyes snag on an elegant golden necklace with a green opal stone cut in the shape of a peardrop, the green matching the colour of your eyes. It's perfect. After a short bartering session with the merchant, marcus hides hides his purchase in his pocket, turning around just in time to see you approach, thankfully too focused on the sweet bun in your hand to have noticed his covert operations. "You've got to try this!" You enthusiastically shove the other bun into his hand. Marcus chuckles, "That good, eh?" "Mhm..." Your eyes widen as you nod around another mouthful. "In the past couple of weeks I've eaten more flavoursome food than I've had since I was a child. This is delicious."

That statement, while leaving your lips so casually, is like another splinter in Marcus' heart. As if murder and forced servitude wasn't bad enough for you to endure, the bastards even left you to manage on meagre scraps for years. Marcus forces his features to remain neutral but his jaw ticks as he buries his anger, not wanting to ruin the mood and bring you down. But all he desires right now is to make those bastards pay; to inflict on them even a fraction of what you've had to endure. The only positive he can take from this is that you'll never have to suffer or struggle again in life, not when you have him. You both continue perusing the market at a leisurely pace, enjoying your sweet treats. This is kind of a new experience for Marcus too. Usually he'd send his servants to the markets, but he wanted to be the one to bring you here today, and despite the slowly building throb in his leg, he's not ready for this to end yet.

A sudden little yelp stops the both of you as a small child falls to the ground a few feet in front of you. As if on instinct you rush to the litte boy and crouch down. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" you ask, helping the boy to standand brushing the dust off his clothes. His bottom lip is quivering and his cheeks are flushed. Poor thing looks about ready to burst into tears. Looking him over, you notice he has scraped his knees and elbow. "Oh dear..." you cluck your tongue, "Those look nasty. You'll need to get them cleaned up. Are you here alone?" The child sniffles and shakes his head, his brunette curls bouncing in front of his eyes. Before he can speak, two children run over to him. "Felix...!" a girl, maybe a year or two older than him calls with worry in her voice, followed by a boy slightly older than her. "Why did you wander off? Mother will be furious when she finds out."

A shadow falls over all of you, causing you and the children to look behind you, the eldest boys' eyes widening and mouth agape. "General Acacius!" he exclaims, his surprise morphing into a smile. "Good day, young man," Marcus smiles warmly at the children. "Is your friend alright?" "H-he's my brother, Sir. He ran off when we weren't looking," the boy says, looking abashed. Marcus looks to the injured boy, "You must pay your brother and sister more mind, son. They only want the best for you." "Yes, Sir," the small boy whispers, still teary eyed. Marcus decides to soften his approach. "You know..." he whispers, kneeling down and pointing to the boys' knees, "if you're lucky you might get a couple of scars. Wouldn't that be a good story for your friends?" The boy smiled at that, wiping his nose and nodding.

Watching this whole exchange leaves you pleasantly surprised. You wouldn't have thought Marcus to be so at ease around children, so caring and paternal. It brings a smile to your face as your chest blooms with warmth. Just when you'd assumed you'd had Marcus all figured out, he continues to surprise you. The little girl had been looking between you and Marcus while he spoke to the boys, a look of excitement and recognition suddenly lighting up her face. "Are you the Generals' friend? The girl who saved his life?" "I am," you smiled warmly, "My name is Alia." All three children perk up at your confirmation. "They say you're a heroine, a warrior! They said you fought through dozens of men to save General Acacius!" the girl gushed. A soft, breathy laugh escaped you, "I wish I were that impressive. Don't believe everything you hear, little one." You look to Marcus, a subtle hint of appreciation in your eyes. "We saved each other."

Did you just imagine it or did Marcus' cheeks turn a shade pinker than usual? Marcus tears his gaze from you to the girl. "Yes, we did. But they're right when they called her a heroine. I owe her my life." Now it's your turn to blush. "Are you going to marry the General?" the eldest boy asked out of nowhere, causing your heart to flip and mind to go blank. You're not just blushing now, your cheeks are on fire. "Oh yes!" the girl clapped her hands, looking at Marcus with a dreamy expression. "Marrying your rescuer... It would be so romantic, like a fairy tale!" Marcus looks as if he wants the ground to open up and swallow him right this second and you're certain you look no different.

You cast at glance at Marcus, heat now spreading to your ears. For a man of authority and confidence he now looks stumped. It's obvious he's trying to find the right words. You speak up quickly, hoping to put an end to this embarrassment. "Oh I'm sure the General has far more important matters to tend to, he is Rome's protector after all." You ruffle the girls' hair and smile sweetly at the other two. An adorable, disappointed pout settles on the girls' face. It's only now you notice that your friendly chit chat with these not so discreet children has drawn the attention of those closeby, a few people approaching to greet Marcus and yourself. The crowd steadily grows as more people stop to see what the commotion is about. At first you'd assumed they were just excited to see their famous war hero out and about but they seem just as interested in you also.

Thank goodness Marcus is used to addressing large groups of people; it's all quite intimidating if you're honest. After several minutes of being under the gaze of so many people at such close proximity, along with having to answer endless questions, you're beginning to feel a bit suffocated. For appearances sake you try to hide your discomfort but you can't be doing a very good job, because as soon as Marcus looked your way, you could see concern on his face plain as day. "Thank you all for your kind words and show of support. It's been a pleasure speaking to you all, but we must be on our way now," Marcus says, placing his hand at the small of your back to gently guide you forward.

You give the children - who are now dwarfed by the crowd - a little wave. "It was lovely to meet you all," you cooed at them, "Make sure you get home safe." "We will," the eldest boy beamed, "Goodbye." The children waved as you and Marcus left the throng behind. Once away from the unexpected gathering, Marcus turns to you, clearing his throat. "Are you alright? I'm sorry if those children embarrassed you." Great, he's really bringing this up. You reply in what you hope is the most nonchalant tone you can muster, "Oh no, it's fine," you wave your hand dismissively. "Children tend to say whatever comes to mind. It's quite endearing, actually." Yeah," Marcus laughs through his nose, relieved to release the awkward tension the kids had unintentionally caused.

"You were very good with them," Marcus remarked. You shrug, smiling in one corner of your mouth. "I've always had a soft spot for children." "Really?" Marcus had the sudden image of you surrounded by children of your own, laughing and playing with them, showering them with love and affection. He doesn't know how he knows it but he knows without a doubt you'd make a wonderful mother. You nod and smile wistfully, then dropping your voice to hushed tones, you ask, "Is it wrong to say I envy children in a way?" Marcus stopped walking and you stopped beside him. "What do you mean?" he asked, brows drawn together. "I envy the freedom that comes with childhood," you say, a slight sadness in your voice. "They're free of worries, free of expectations, free to just be children. It's a gift that so many take as a given and once it's gone there's no reclaiming it."

Of course, it makes perfect sense to Marcus. You'd had your own childhood ripped away from you in the most traumatic way and at such a young age too. And in this moment, in your glassy eyes he sees the remnants of that vulnerable child who never managed to process what had happened that day. He sees a child that had no choice but to live an adult life she couldn't comprehend at the time. Inside his chest Marcus' heart cracks, sorrow and outrage pouring out of the crevices along with an overwhelming surge of protectiveness towards you.

The intensity of his emotions threaten to overwhelm him to the point where he's almost trembling. "Is something wrong?" you say, cautiously, eyes searching his. Marcus swallows his indignation, softening his expression for your sake. "No..." he reassures, "I just understand what you mean." He squeezes your hand in comfort and the sweet smile you give him almost makes his knees buckle. You and Marcus continue through the market, a newfound sense of understanding following you both.

The evening sunlight trickles through the windows of the triclinium, painting the room in a soft golden hue as you and Marcus enjoy a dinner of roast pheasant, boiled vegetables and white bread, discussing the events of the day, the buzz of excitement still thrumming in your veins. Marcus, delighting in your joy listened to you gush about all the things you'd experienced today. "So what would you say your favourite part of the day was?" he asked, taking a sip of his wine. "Hmm... the Roman Forum, no contest. I've never seen so many temples in one place. It's quite the sight. Your gods must be greatly revered to have such dedication and respect," you said, taking a drink of your own wine.

"I'd like to learn of your gods," Marcus spoke softly. "In fact I'd like to learn all about your culture." "Y- you would...?" Your voice rose slightly in pitch from surprise. The Romans have always conquered and subjugated other cultures, never paying any mind to the ways of the people they'd defeated, so you can't help but feel a little taken aback. "Why?" Marcus shrugged, giving a little smile. "So I can know you better. Our heritage, our cultures make us who and what we are, and I'd like to know everything about who you are." Oh?... Oh... a warm sensation spreads through your chest at Marcus' sincerity. This man, the General of Rome wants to know more about you, beyond mere surface level. It's like he actually sees you.

Emotion gathers as a lump in your throat but you swallow it down and spend the best part of the next hour teaching Marcus of your customs, traditions, legends, the names of your gods, etc. And all the while, Marcus listens intently, asking questions and taking in everything you say. Your plates had been collected during your conversation, Cassia and Flavia bringing more wine whilst you and Marcus remained engaged. You'd been so preoccupied you'd forgotten to thank them, oops. "I must say your culture sounds very rich and deep rooted," Marcus said. "Thank you for sharing that with me." "Thank you for asking," you smiled. "It's nice to talk about it."

Marcus noticed the wistful expression hiding in your eyes whilst speaking so fondly of your heritage. He can't begin to understand how hard it must have been to leave it all behind. "Do you miss Germania?" he asked, leaning his elbows on the table. "Sometimes..." you mumble, eyes fixed on your glass, fiddling with the stem as if admitting that was a bad thing. "I miss the land itself. There's a part of me that will always belong to Germania. I do have some good memories from earlier times there," you smile sadly as you recall the better times before... before then. "But I am truly happy to be here in Rome and for the opportunity to make this my new home," you feel the need to clarify, hoping you don't appear ungrateful for the opportunity to have a new and safe home.

As if Marcus could sense your worry, he gently replied, "I know. It's okay to miss everything you've ever known. This is still a big transition for you and no matter how far away you are from your homeland, you'll always have your memories to visit." "You're right," you whisper in agreement, happy in the knowledge that you can indeed do that; you just hadn't thought of it like that until Marcus said so. "Speaking of your new home..." Marcus sat back in his chair, a satisfied smile now on his face. "I received word just before dinner that all the documentation for your citizenship has been completed and will be ready to be collected tomorrow." "Already?!" you actually shriek with excitment "Yes," Marcus laughed, softly. "And tomorrow I will present it to you at the games and all of Rome will bear witness."

The laugh that burst from you was one of absolute joy and relief, hands flying to your mouth as if to anchor yourself in your swell of emotions. "Marcus!" you lower your hands. "I- I don't know what to say! Thank you isn't enough to express what this means to me." Marcus smiles at you, his eyes soft and full of warmth. "There's no need to thank me, Alia. You deserve this." Before you could really think about it, you were out of your chair and rushing to the other side of the table. Marcus quickly stood, eyes widening in surprise, a quiet 'omph' pushing up his throat as you fling yourself into him, wrapping your arms around him in a crushing hug. He tenses under your touch for a few seconds, long enough for your mind to catch up with what you'd just done.

But before you have the chance to pull away and begin your awkward apology, Marcus' arms surround you and you feel his entire body relax against you, his chin lightly resting atop your head. In response your body naturally sinks further into his. "Thank you, Marcus. For everything," you murmer into his chest. God's above, his chest is so broad and warm, the hardened muscle from years of training and fighting eveident agaisnt your cheek. How you wish you could stay here like this forever. You can't remember the last time you felt so safe in someones arms. It's only now you realise how much you've been longing for this feeling; this feeling of security and tenderness. You hold on just a little longer.

"You're very welcome, Alia," Marcus holds you more firmly. The scent of your lavender soap and a scent that is all you almost causes Marcus' head to spin and he can't help but breathe you in, discreetly. "I have something else for you," Marcus hums, softly. You pull back, slightly tilting your head up to meet his gaze, your brows raised in curiosity. Marcus reaches into the pocket of his tunic, pulling out a small silk pouch. "What is it?" you smile, taking the pouch. "Open it..." Marcus insists. You open it and tip the contents out into your hand, a gasp hitching your chest when you see a gleaming gold chain with a green opal stone shaped like a pear drop. You've never had jewellery in your whole life.

"Oh, Marcus..." you gush, taking a closer look. "It's beautiful!" Your head quickly snaps up. "I can't accept it-" "You can and you will," Marcus says authoritatively but not unkindly. "But it's such a generous gift, I couldn't-" "It would please me greatly if you'd accept it," he implored, hope and sincerity flashing across his face. Damn, how can you argue with him when he's looking at you with those big brown, puppy dog eyes? You nod, smiling up at him. "Thank you. It's the best gift I've ever recieved." A satisfied grin broke out across Marcus' face, as if pleasing you meant the world to him. "May I?" Marcus held his hand out for the necklace. Placing it in his hand, your fingers brush his palm, sending a tingle up your arm and you wonder if he felt it too.

Marcus steps behind you, unclasping the necklace as you pull your hair to one side and over your shoulder. He is momentarily mesmerized by the sleek line of your neck and how it curves into your shoulder. He can just imagine how soft and smooth your skin would feel under his lips. Marcus clears his throat, shaking himself of the image and focusing on the task at hand. After securing the clasp, Marcus stands in front of you, carefully freeing a section of hair caught beneath the chain, pushing it back over your shoulder. "I love it," you beam, looking down at the stone, twirling it in your fingers. "It's only something small, but when I saw it the colour reminded me of your eyes," Marcus smiled.

And now those eyes are transfixed on his, your cheeks looking slightly flushed as you both find yourselves standing closer than ever before. No words are spoken; they're not needed, not when your eyes fall to his lips then quickly return to his eyes, conveying with just a look what you want, and by the gods he wants it too. Marcus brings his hand to your cheek, gently cupping your jaw as he brings his face lower to yours. He can hear your breath catch in your chest, your head tipping up ever so slightly. This is actually happening?! At the last moment he close his eyes, his lips barely making contact with yours- Thud! "Excuse me, Dominus," Silas says as he opens the doors. You and Marcus jolt away from each other, regaining a respectful distance, looking anywhere but at one another. Silas' face drops and he clears his throat, awkwardly. "Uh... the medicus has arrived for your appointment, Sir."

God damn it, Silas! You're lucky I don't horsewhip my slaves! Marcus cursed inwardly. "I shall be along in a moment. Thank you, Silas," Marcus says through gritted teeth. "Yes, Sir," Silas bowed and left the room, closing the doors behind him. Marcus turned back to you. "I should... go," he stuttered, hand rubbing the back of his neck. You smile coyly, briefly meeting his eyes before looking away. He would find your bashfulness adorable if he wasn't feeling just as awkward. "Of course. I think I'm going to turn in early tonight," you try to sound casual, "It's been a long day and I'm quite tired. Goodnight, Marcus." You quickly walk past him towards the door but stop when Marcus says, "Sweet dreams." With a look over your shoulder, you smile warmly and reply, "You too," then disappear to your room.

*****

The therapy session with the medicus couldn't end soon enough. How the hell was Marcus supposed to focus on anything else when all that occupied his mind was how you felt in his arms? How your scent intoxicated him and how he came to within a fraction of your lips... all for bloody Silas to walk in at that moment. The sun had already set by the time by the time his session had come to an end. It wasn't too late but since you'd retired to bed early, Marcus didn't think it appropriate to disturb you, even though everything within him burned with the need to go to you and finish what he'd started. Were you thinking about it too? How will things be between you both from now on? Marcus wondered. Although the moment had been interrupted, a line had been crossed tonight; one there is no coming back from. You'd both made it clear what the intention was. So what now?

Are you both supposed to carry on as if nothing had happened or do you discuss it, no matter how awkward it may be? Fuck! Matters just became a whole lot more complicated. What the hell was he thinking? He never should have acted on his feelings for you. The friendship he'd built with you should have sufficed. So why does it not? Why is it when he's around you, that's the only time he truly feels at peace? Why does his day instantly become brighter just from having you in it? Why does his heart soar when you laugh and his chest physically ache when you hurt? Why can he not imaigine his life without you now? And how much longer can he ignore how much he craves you? To feel you, taste you and make you his in every way possible. Marcus' mind whirls with so many questions he feels like he's drowning in the intensity of it all. He needs to clear his head before he loses his senses completely. The air inside the villa is suddenly too close, too suffocating. With a weary sigh, Marcus makes his way outside. A walk in the gardens and some fresh air will hopefully help.

*****

You restlessly shift in bed for the umpteenth time, finding no comfort and no way to relax, not when every time you close your eyes you are back there in the Triclinium, standing almost chest to chest with Marcus, his overwhelming scent of Patchouli invading your senses and his towering frame looming over you. But you didn't feel frightened like you would had it been any other man; no, you felt... safe, as if his body was a shield against the world and you had nothing to fear. You can still feel the warmth of his hand on your cheek, his breath fanning your face and his lips... A frustrated groan makes it's way up your throat, your hands pressed into your eyes as if it could quell the fire burning in your belly.

Marcus almost kissed you! He wanted you, just like you've wanted him for some time now. If only you hadn't been interrupted. The what if's keep bombarding your mind. What if you hadn't been interrupted? Would Marcus have kissed you with respectful restraint or would he have pulled you into his body, melding you to his shape while his lips explored your mouth, jaw and neck with the fervour of a man touch starved. Would you both have confessed feelings that had been repressed until now? And how far would you both have gone? The thought of running your hands over his chest, his hands gripping your hips while your tongues meet in a lust fueled battle sends jolts of arousal to your core, your pussy clenching and throbbing with every lewd image.

The more time goes by the more restless you become. Heavens! What is this man doing to you? You turn onto your side, fluffing up your pillow again in the hopes it will help you find the comfort and relaxation you'd been chasing for the past hour. But it's no use. No matter how much you try to ignore it, you know what your body needs right now. Laying on your back, you slowly lower your hand, pulling your nightgown up to your hips, dipping your fingers inside your underwear. A quiet gasp escapes you as you brush your fingers against your already swollen lips. Your fingertips find your clit, your hips automatically bucking upwards as you begin rubbing in slow circles. Wetness gathers at your entrance as you imagine Marcus' fingers in place of your own, his thick digit gliding your slick over your throbbing bundle of nerves while another teases your pussy.

You see him him hovering over you now, pushing one finger, then another inside, stroking your walls tantalizingly slowly. Your gasps have now become moans, growing louder with every thrust of your - his - fingers. You cover your mouth with your other hand, worried someone might hear you. Bringing your soaked fingers to your clit once again, you rub faster, your legs beginning to shake as the intensity of your impending orgasm builds with every passing second. Your head rolls back into your pillow, chest arching upwards. You imagine the weight of Marcus' broad body pressed to yours, one hand bringing you closer and closer to release, the other roughly kneading your breast and his plush lips trailing the promise of euphoria along your neck.

Blissful pressure spreads in your lower belly, warmth and pure need taking over. As you rub in exactly the right spot your concern about being heard is no longer important. All you see is Marcus, all you feel is the pleasure he's giving you. It's too much! A sudden wave erupts from deep between your legs, rippling it's way under your skin until every inch of your body is alive with ecstasy. "Oh fuck! Marcus...!" you cry as you ride out the high, then sink back into your mattress and catch your breath. It takes a couple of minutes to come back to yourself, the effects of your orgasm fading, but Marcus' face remains as your body and mind finally ease into slumber.

Beneath your balcony, Marcus stands frozen, slack jawed and completely stunned by what he'd just accidentally overheard. He'd come out into the garden to clear his head and get his thoughts under control, but that intention is now long gone as all he can picture is your face twisted up in pleasure as his name spills from your lips. He should feel guilty for intruding on what was obviously meant to be a private moment, but his lust addled brain can't focus right now, not when his cock is standing to attention with more vigour than a soldier at roll call. He needs to get back to his room now, before one of his servants catches sight of him in this shameful predicament.

Leaving the gardens, Marcus rushes through the halls of the villa, keeping to the shadows as much as possible, breathing a sigh of relief as he slams the doors to his bed chamber behind him. Now his only issue is the raging hard on under his tunic. Thus far, he'd managed to control his urges, knowing it would be wrong to think of you in that way, but now, after hearing that... So you've been thinking of it too, of him. How long have you desired him and is this the first time you've touched yourself whilst fantasizing about him? He can still hear your voice ringing in his ears like a sweet melody, 'Marcus!' "Fuck it, just once," Marcus mutters as he throws off his tunic and frees himself from his underwear. "Just this once." Marcus takes himself in hand, slowly pumping up and down his thick shaft, a bead of precum glistening at the head.

His heart beats faster and breaths become heavier as he increases the pace. Marcus closes his eyes, throwing his head back and groaning deeply in pleasure. Your face dances in front of him, your eyes gleaming with salaciousness as you sink to your knees, wrapping your lips around his weeping cock and taking him deep into your throat. Marcus spits into his hand, smearing it over his dick, imagining your warm, wet mouth. His hips jerk forward with every pull and pretty soon he feels a tingling sensation, starting in his balls and spreading up his spine. He pumps faster and harder, his knees beginning to tremble as the sensitivity becomes almost unbearable. He's nearly there. Now he sees you pliant beneath him as he pushes into your heat, your tight walls gripping him and a chorus of his name on your lips.

His balls throb and tighten, intense pressure building higher and higher over the next few minutes, until a strained groan pushes past his throat and he explodes over his hand and onto the marble floor. Marcus lazily calms his shuddering breathes, his meat softening in his hand. God's above! If just imagining you has that effect on him, what would it be like for real? After cleaning the mess on his hand and the floor Marcus crashes down onto his bed, legs weakened and a deep fatigue settling in. A part of him was worried that he might feel guilty for giving into his desires afterwards, but to his relief, he doesn't; knowing you want him just as much as he wants you changes everything. And now, after satisfying the need he'd been stifling for too long, Marcus drifts off into the deepest sleep he's had in years.

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