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jarofstyles · 5 months ago

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Strawberry Sunrise

Helloooo. Welcome to part one of a short series I’m doing. I’ve been dying to do a sporty/ personal trainer sort of thing so I’ve picked this back up after abandoning it for a bit! Please leave feedback if this is something you’d like to see more of on here!

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Warnings- mention of stalking, consent, gym culture, men being creeps, smitten H, anxiety

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Harry had always enjoyed the gym.

The burn in his muscles was his release of choice, choosing to express his innermost emotions with working up a sweat as he ran miles on the treadmill, muscles straining as he lifted and knuckles sore as he worked the bag. He’d spend hours working out purely for enjoyment and release in his time off, not only for the burn but from the community surrounding it. That being said, it made a lot of sense that when he got tired early on in the corporate world, he decided to become a personal trainer. A really successful one at that- thankfully, considering his father had been very skeptical at the profession change.

Working at a higher end gym, the facilities always remained spotless. There was a sauna and steam room, an in-ground heated pool and jacuzzi room, lush locker rooms with wooden locker cubbies and provided locks and fluffy white towels, and even held a boxing ring on the bottom floor which he loved to spar in in his free time. It was in a refashioned warehouse, lux looking in a rustic way.

He built his career and clientele over the span of a few years and had gotten into the groove of it fairly quickly. Working with positive reinforcement and meditative breathing before and after each session, people found his presence calming and many trusted him to help get them to their potential- which he proudly did. His routine varied but it always ended the day with a smoothie from the smoothie bar run inside the lobby. Choco PB, Mango Delight, or a Strawberry Sunrise with extra protein were his go tos.

One of his new favorite parts about his job, though, was the new receptionist at the front desk. Y/N.

A complete and utter sweetheart who, for a lack of better words, was a breath of fresh air in the usually gruff, testosterone filled setting. He loved watching her chat, even more watching her politely reject the many customers who tried to get her number. She didn’t seem to have a clue just how alluring she was. Her beaming smile and saccharine little giggle that made his toes curl, he was crushing on her big time. If he wasn’t afraid to risk her feeling comfortable at the work environment by potentially rejecting him, he’d have asked her out already but it was only 4 months in and she was a hit with everyone. He didn’t want to be the reason she left. Most of the other trainers were in relationships or married so she had been safe and had a good relationship with them all as colleagues, though Harry liked to flirt with her lightheartedly. He could tell she got her a little flustered and the arrogant son of a bit in him fucking loved it.

But what he didn’t love, though, was when she hesitantly found him with teary eyes after locking the front door with shaky hands as closing time finished and it was just employees of the gym. Her face was pale, spooked and Harry was not a fan of. Fear didn’t suit her.

“Harry?” Her shaky voice whispered. “I don’t mean to bother you at all, but if- could you wait for me before you leave? There’s… there’s that one guy, one of Liam’s clients? He kept asking me out and he got mad that I really said no and he’s been waiting outside at closing time and I’m just-‘I’m scared and….”’a quiver of her lip made his chest ache while also burning in rage.

Something he hated more than anything was someone who couldn’t take no for an answer, more specifically men who couldn’t let their bruised ego be healed in private, lick their wounds and accept that they’d not gotten what they wanted. Instead they harassed the other person as if the fucking answer would change. But to do it to Y/N? He felt enraged.

“He did what?” His mouth parted in surprise, brows pulling together as his shoulders squared up. Sure enough he could see a car parked right outside the door with the lights off, but someone visibly inside. Y/N parked close to the building and he must have known that. “Fuck, Sweets. M’sorry.” He groaned. “Absolutely not acceptable. M’gonna make sure Liam knows and that he’s dropped as a member here but of course I’ll walk you out. Are you almost done?” His hand reached for her shoulder to give an appreciative squeeze, bare skin meeting his palm. She wore a tank top with the gym’s logo and yoga pants, her name tag taken off already.

“Yeah- I just have to shut down the computers and sweep the front. Is that okay?” Her teeth chewed nervously on her bottom lip. “I’m so sorry to keep you. I know you’ve had a long day and you have one tomorrow too, I just, I have a bad feeling and I’m scared. I wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t give me the creeps even before.”

Harry was vaguely familiar with the dude, mostly because he had snickered at Y/N’s polite attempt to tell him no to a date previously- but now, that wasn’t so funny. “Hey.” His thumb brushed over her skin. “Don’t apologize. I won’t hear it. Of course I’d do this for you, I care. I’d never let anyone be in danger, least of all you. You’re the best receptionist we’ve ever had and I’d be crushed if something happened to you. Everyone would.” Mostly him, though. His crush was real. However now wasn’t the time to deal with that.

“Thank you so much.” She sighed in relief, reaching up to squeeze his wrist. “I’ll only be a minute, okay? Just stand right there.”

And he did. He watched as she shut down the computers and grabbed the little broom to sweep up the little bits around the front desk, thanking Harry when he brought the trash can out from the front desk for her to pour the dust pan into. Her thanks was gracious, grabbing her keys and nervously following behind him as he made his way out first.

It seemed that the man hadn’t expected Harry to still be there, as he had parked further back in the lot. The look of surprise made Harry irritated as he directly went to the car, knocking on the window. The man hesitantly rolled it down a little bit, Harry’s arm braced on the hood as he leaned down to speak to him.

“Absolutely unacceptable.” He said straight. “She said no. Dunno what or how that translates to ‘wait for her after work to crowd and stalk her like a creep’, but let me spell it out for you.” His voice dropped lower. “You’re going to stay away from her. She isn’t available, not for you. You’re going to listen when women tell you no, and leave it fucking be. Know she’s a pretty thing but that doesn’t give you the right to follow her around.”

“What are you? Her boyfriend?” The man sneered, making Harry’s jaw clench. Was he dense? Truly?

“S’not your business who I am to her. All you need to know is that she isn’t on the market, stalking is unattractive and if you don’t leave her the fuck alone, I swear to you that there will be consequences. I’d suggest finding another gym, mate.” He patted the top of his car before pulling back, finding Y/N standing by the glass doors, wringing her hands. The look of relief on her face as Harry approached and the guy’s car peeled out of the lot made his anger worth every bit.

“Told ‘em off.” Adjusting the bag on his shoulder, he walked with her to her car and made sure she got her bag in. “Hey- let me follow you home, yeah? I’ll give you my number and you can text me if he bugs you again but I’d feel better knowing you got in safe and he isn’t out there waiting for you somewhere else.” He wouldn’t put it past an idiot like that.

“Normally I’d try to tell you no, but I can’t tell you how much that would mean to me.” Her body sagged in relief as she took him by surprise, taking him in for a hug. “Thank you so much. I was so scared he’d try to take me or something, I watch too much Criminal Minds or something but.” She shrugged, pulling back far too soon. It had taken him by surprise and he hadn’t had nearly enough time to appreciate her sweet smelling, warm body against his own.

“Anytime, Y/N. Seriously. Your safety is important to me.” More than she’s known. “Let’s get going, yeah? Know you had an emotional day.”

—-

Harry had driven her home, smiling and beeping once she had gotten inside her apartment building but waiting to drive off before he had gotten her little text of ‘ inside!!! :-)’

He spent the rest of the night trying to work away his anger, cooking a quick meal before heading off to bed. Y/N was too good for shit like that. He’d shot a text to Liam letting him know he told his client to fuck off and he’d help find another but was assured that it was a good loss anyways, which only helped ease him. The girl wouldn’t have to deal with it again.

He just hoped she would be okay.

—-

The next morning he was greeted by her smiling face, melting off the apprehension he had felt all morning. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail with two loose tendrils around her face, looking as cute as ever as she waved at him.

“Hi, Harry!” She chirped. “I’ve got a smoothie with your name on it when you’re ready for it later. Thank you again for helping me last night.” His membership card was quickly scanned and handed back. Her smile was infectious, making his own rise on the corner of his lips.

“Yeah? I’m glad to have helped. I’m here for anything y’need, Sweets.” If only she knew how far that could go for her. Maybe it was better she didn’t. He was really into her but he was hyper aware of how it could come off now, so he would proceed with caution. “I’ll hold you to the smoothie when m’on my lunch.”

For the first time in quite a while, Harry had a hard time concentrating on his sessions. Of course he poured himself into it as much as he could, but he couldn’t stop thinking about last night. How shaken up Y/N had been and how she had been so appreciative. He couldn’t help it, because he’d already had a crush on her and the fact that she trusted him enough to come to him for help made him really happy. He was also still mad that the man had crossed such big boundary and genuinely scared the hell out of probably the sweetest girl anyone’s met.

Being in his own head also explained why said girl scared the shit out of him, making him jump as he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Jumping from the stool, he turned to a wide eyed Y/N and tore the earbuds out of his ears with a very, very embarrassing yelp. “Shit! Y/N, you scared me.”

As if it wasn’t obvious.

“I’m so sorry!” She peeped, hand over her mouth. “I said your name and I didn’t see you had in your earbuds. I’m so sorry.” Her babbling was very cute, but he didn’t want her to feel bad.

“It’s okay- just made me jump.” He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Shit, it’s my fault for sitting here with them on at work. You did nothing wrong.” His palm squeezed, making her shoulders relax just a bit. Thank god. There was no effort to remove it as he continued on, and no effort to step away from him. “Y’said something about a smoothie, yeah?”

His grin was probably a bit too big in regards to a smoothie but he hoped like hell that she would join him at the little tables they had set up. They were in the reception area, a bit public for his taste but considering what had happened last night he figured that was a better option than the break room. It was a delicate thing and he needed to go about it carefully. He really, really didn’t want to muck it up because his dick got ahead of his brain.

Although, she did look spectacular today, if he could say that.

“Yes! I was going to grab one too. What kind would you like?” One of the duties of the front desk people was to man the smoothie bar when needed. It wasn’t super demanding and the recipes were written out in a binder-

Harry would know because he’s had to do it before too- but she seemed to enjoy making them the times she’s done his. “I’m going for the Strawberry Sunrise and some energy boost.” Her hand squeezed his wrist before it was removed and she glided behind the bar, ponytail swaying as she did so.

“S’a good choice. Simple and effective.” He nodded in approval. “Think M’gonna go for… the chocolate peanut butter, if that’s alright?” His fingers drummed on the surface of the counter, slightly nervous habits showing when she was around. It was difficult to think. Even if he was this charming, charismatic, outgoing guy- he still got a bit flustered when talking to a pretty girl who was suspiciously angelic in looks and in appearance.

“Of course it’s okay.” Her laugh echoed in his ears. “I told you, it’s my way of saying thank you. Now sit and look pretty while I finish these.”

Harry was glad her back was turned because his face was most definitely flushed. Did she call him pretty? It seemed so. The man definitely didn’t go to the gym looking like a slob, but he had much better days outside of it. He liked to play around in fashion and the gym left little to experiment with unless he was okay with a sweat stain or ruining it. That’s why he wore cuter bandanas around his neck, or his stack of fabric bracelets that were meant to fall off. They were made of string and easily replaceable but they added color to his otherwise bland outfits he wore to keep from ruining his good outfits.

Apparently the last thing she had said was enough to keep him on his head until she finished, the large orange and white striped cup placed in front of him. “They’ve got to get rid of the styrofoam cups and do paper.”

Y/N sighed, looking at her own with a little frown. “I’ve suggested it but manager said we got to go through these before he’s gonna reorder. It’s only a few cents cheaper too, I was snooping on the order form.” She grumbled, making Harry smile. Y/N was known for her environmentalist tendencies and it only added to why he liked her. “Or, do like… have a bottle washing station and let us sell reusable cups with the gym logo and people can use those! Anything but these.” Leaning in closer to him, he caught her perfume as she let him in on a ‘secret’. “Plus, I fucking hate the sound of styrofoam. It makes my skin crawl. ASMR gone wrong.”

Harry swore he fell in love w little bit when she pulled back, laughing along with him as he nodded. She was fucking adorable and his hands itched to grab hold of that ponytail and keep her head still so he could kiss all over her face. Could you get cuteness aggression over another human?

“S’a great idea, actually.” He nodded, taking a sip with a hum. Y/N did the best smoothies. Shakes? He never was sure what to call them. “And you’re right. Styrofoam is awful for the environment and ears. I usually bring my water bottles every day but the amount of plastics we see here… S’a shame.”

“Exactly!” She slapped her hand on the counter. “It would only cost a little more to be more efficient. Do more water fountains so they don’t have to bring those plastic water bottles. Those are also on my hit list, when people crinkle those bottles…” her nose wrinkled in distaste, grabbing her cup and going around the counter. “Where did you want to sit, by the way?”

Harry’s heart grew three sizes, he thinks, when she was the one to initiate their time together. He’s been mulling it around in his mind, how to ask her to sit with him but apparently they were on the same page. “F’you want to sit out here we can, or we can go to the employee lounge. It’s your choice.”

“Do you mind if we go to the lounge? I had to talk to you about something, if you don’t mind.” It was then he could see her shifting nervously on her feet, cluing him in to something else. Was the guy still bothering her?

“Course we can. Lead the way.” He extended his hand, letting her lead as he tried to figure it out. Y/N was a somewhat nervous person by nature and he knew from watching her pick at her nails or bounce her leg, twirling her hair or rearranging pens often, but he didn’t like the idea of her nervous around him.

So when they sat down at one of the smaller tables in the empty lounge, he let his concerns be known. “Are you okay? You seem a little nervous.” He bumped his knee with hers, bringing the smoothie up to his mouth for a sip as he studied her face.

“Yeah! Yeah I just…” there was a pause, her nails dragging down the cup to make a pattern. “I couldn’t sleep very well last night. I felt really safe with you and I’m really grateful for your help- you’ve no idea. I was scared if end up in a ditch by the time anyone came in this morning but….”’her teeth worried her bottom lip. “I don’t want to have to rely on anyone else. You’re not always going to be here. And I know- I know the people here are very strong and bigger than me, most of them anyways- but I need a way to protect myself.” She took a big breath before the words rushed out. “Do you think you could help me with self defense? Even just a little bit, I can pay you or clean your house or something I just really….” Her frazzled expression broke his heart. “I don’t want to feel helpless again.”

He wanted to tell her that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. That he would stay every night and walk her to his car, that he would take care of her but the truth remained that he couldn’t always guarantee that for her. Sometimes he had to leave early, sometimes he had to stay later than her and it was just not possible. What she asked was absolutely the right thing, but he hated that she felt helpless.

“Y/N.” He crooned. “Of course I will. It’s not even a question, I’d be more than willing to help you out.” She must really not know his crush on her if she couldn’t see how he was mentally tripping over himself at the idea of spending time with her. It would be a double win. She could help herself and he could spend time with her alone. “I want to say M’really fucking sorry that men are shit and that you even have to worry. If I’m here when you’re getting off of work, which I usually am, I’m more than happy to walk you to your car, but I understand.

I hate that you feel helpless. You’re a lot stronger than y’give yourself credit for.” His hand reached for the one laying on the table top, holding it a lot more confidently than he felt. She squeezed it back, though, so a win was a win! “We’ll have t’do it after hours, though, if that’s alright? Just stay a bit longer after work. My days are really full right now and I know you’re working most days here so it’ll have to be a weird schedule but you don’t need to pay me a cent. Let me do this for you for my own peace of mind, yeah?” His eyes searched her face, like he was trying to find an answer for a question he didn’t know. “Was worried out of my head last night about you.”’

Y/N seemed to visibly relax, a smile growing on her soft little lips and her entire energy moving to a warmer one. What he didn’t expect, though, was for her to throw herself into his lap for a big hug. Y/N had always been touchy, but he never thought he’d end up with a lap full of the prettiest girl he’d ever seen whispering her thanks as her face tucked into his neck.

God, he hoped he smelled decent.

His arm wrapped around her as he clumsily put his drink down in surprise, stroking her back as she squeezed him tight- and it was like a dream. Soft body against his own and engulfed in her scent? He was happy if she never moved from here. Unfortunately she did, peeling herself up and her beaming smile making him melt. “Thank you, thank you so fucking much. You can have anything you want in return. You don’t have to think of it kow but… I trust you the most here.” She admitted, clamoring back into her seat. “You’re the coolest, H. Thank you again. When can we start?”

Harry knew he was in trouble when he wanted to cancel the rest of his day and offer it to her. She’d sent him through a wind tunnel of wild thoughts and his body was still reeling from having her so close, but he had to try and hold it together.

“Why don’t we start tomorrow?” He offered. “But be prepared to work up a sweat.”

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thenightling · 1 year ago

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For those keeping score here are all the TV shows based on the work of Neil Gaiman from the last ten years. Lucifer - Loosely based on the version of Lucifer who quits ruling Hell and opens a piano bar, from The Sandman comics by Neil Gaiman. Originally aired on Fox and then moved to Netflix for seasons 4 through 6. Neil Gaiman also got to play God in a bonus episode for season 3. The full series can be watched on Netflix. And is available on DVD. The plot deals with Lucifer, the ruler of Hell, up and quitting and moving to Earth where he opens a night club called Lux and takes up playing piano. In the TV series he befriends (and eventually falls in love with) a woman homicide detective named Chloe Decker.

_______________________ American Gods - Based on the novel by Neil Gaiman. Aired on Starz. The plot deals with a man called Shadow Moon who gets dragged into the strange world of Old and New Gods vying for power.

________________ Anansi Boys - Originally written by Neil Gaiman as a spin-off of American Gods, the TV series version was filmed for Amazon Prime and is currently in post-production (Not yet released.) The plot deals with the sons of Anansi, the African trickster Spider-God.

__________________ Good Omens - Showrun by Neil Gaiman and based on the novel by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. Also Neil Gaiman has a small cameo in the first season. Available now on Amazon Prime. Seasons 1 and 2 are complete. Season 3 has not yet started filming and will very likely be the final season. Season 1 is currently available on DVD. The plot deals with two "differently competent" entities, an Angel and a Demon, who have come to love life on Earth and each other. And now must work together to prevent the apocalypse.

______________________________ The Sandman - First episode was co-written by Neil Gaiman, based on the stories and original characters created by Neil Gaiman with a few borrowed DC comics characters. Currently on Netflix. Season 2 is in production now. Neil Gaiman also voiced a ghostly bird in the bonus episode segment Dream of a Thousand Cats. Season 1 will be available on DVD and Blu Ray at the end of this month. The plot deals with Morpheus, the King of Dreams, who accidentally gets summoned and captured by occultists who had been trying to capture The Grim Reaper. After over a hundred and six years in captivity Morpheus finally escapes and has to track down his tools which had been taken from him when he was captured. He also comes to realize he had made many terrible mistakes in the past and struggles to set those wrongs right.

_________________________________________ The Dead Boy Detectives - First official spin-off of The Sandman. The Dead Boy Detectives were originally planned as an HBO Max series (now just Max) but moved to Netflix after the success of the first season of The Sandman. Based on characters who first appeared in Neil Gaiman's The Sandman: Season of Mists, Neil Gaiman is involved in the production. The plot is a pair of ghost teenagers decide to become detectives and are really bad at it. These two characters made a previous appearance in Doom Patrol on Max (Formerly HBO Max) but had been played by different actors.

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lirotation · 1 month ago

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Astarion in Cyberpunk AU

POV: How you met him in Night City =P

You’re just another low-tier merc in Night City's meat grinder, same as any other. Sure, you smoke, you chug whatever synthalcohol gets your synapses sparking, maybe pop a little Black Lace now and then for kicks. But one thing you don’t do? Pick up joytoys from Jig-Jig. Nah, choom. Not your scene.

Until tonight's clusterfuck.

You were on a gig, dressed to fool the corpo crowd—chrome hidden under slick, expensive synth-leather. Playing at being one of Night City's untouchables. Then your optics lock onto him.

A joytoy, but not just any joytoy. Lux-grade. The kind of beauty that made your targeting systems glitch and your tits perk up. Picking him up wasn’t the plan—never the plan—but here you are, trying to blend in, figuring if all these suits are doing it, maybe you should too.

Preem bastard had a silver tongue worth more than his chrome, smooth like pre-War whiskey. He leaned in close, casually dropped the very intel you need - an exclusive corpo mixer, one hosting Kong Tao mid-level procurement officer - your target - fresh from Guangzhou. The two of you hit it off, chatting over overpriced drinks at the bar, and one thing led to another. His place.

Then you wake up.

Your choom on the other end of the link, screaming. Your brain feels like it’s been through a shredder. You’re sprawled out on some piss-stained mattress, butt naked, weapons gone.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

You’ve been played. Conned. During a job, no less. Just your fucking luck.

Gotta escape before they rip you open, gotta figure out where the hell you are. But one thing’s for sure—you’re gonna find that pretty bastard, and when you do, he’s got a world of hurt coming his way. _______

Your head’s pounding, but you’ve been in tighter spots before. You force a reboot, running a quick scan. Typical corpo blacksite flophouse—The stink of blood, sweat, and bad decisions clings to the walls.

You find a rusted shard of metal and grip it tight. Better than nothing. You rigged the lock and slipped out of the room, the sound of your bare feet drowned out by the buzz of cheap fluorescents overhead.

The hall’s empty. Nobody watching the cams—amateurs. You find a storage room with your gear dumped in a corner like garbage. Your Militech pistol? Check. punknife? Check. Even your boots. Slipping them on feels like hugging an old friend.

Now clothed and armed, you should be bailing, cutting your losses. But the faint sound of muffled screams crawls under your skin, pulling you back into the fray.

You creep closer, the door half-open. Inside, him.

The joytoy. Astarion.

Strapped down like a Maelstrom test subject, neural wires spiderwebbing from his temples into some black-market brain-dance rig. The machine's whining like a dying cat, each pulse making him scream. Some chrome-headed ganger's working the controls, grinning like he's watching prime-time BD entertainment.

“Picked yourself a zero, didn't ya? No creds, no dirt—just a fucking merc with nothin’ to give. You are lucky boss is not in town.” the ganger sneers, twisting a dial, “What good’s a pretty face if it doesn’t deliver?”

Astarion convulses, tears streaking his otherwise flawless face, “I—tried,” he whispers. "Please, give me another chance.”

Something snaps in your gut. You’ve seen people broken, but this guy? He’s built to endure. Still, this is next-level fucked.

Your blade whispers through the air, clean and silent. The ganger drops, and you catch the falling remote and cut the power to the rig.

Astarion slumps, breathing shallow. You free him, pulling the wires from his skin. He flinches but doesn’t resist.

“Can you walk?” you ask, dragging him to his feet.

He groans but nods. “I’ve had worse.”

The two of you fight your way out, bullets and curses flying. By the time you hit the street, you’re out of breath and out of ammo, but alive. Barely.

You lean against a wall, wiping blood off your hands. “I should fucking gut you for this,” you say, leveling him with a glare.

Astarion chuckles, though it’s more pained than amused. “I’m flattered. But I was under orders, if that softens the blow.”

“Doesn’t,” you snap.

Still, you don’t hurt him. Just turn to leave, figuring he’ll disappear back into whatever pit he crawled out of. But when you glance back, he’s trailing behind you.

“What are you doing?” you snap again, tired and still on edge.

“I have nowhere else to go,” he says softly, eyes downcast, his voice a quiet plea.

“Not my problem,” you grumble, turning to keep walking.

“Wait,” he calls out, stepping closer. When you face him again, the vulnerability in his posture is tinged with a familiar, deliberate charm. His lips curve into the barest hint of a smile. “I could… make it up to you. I’m quite skilled at certain things”

You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. “That so? You think I’m just gonna take you in because you bat your lashes?”

“Not just because of that,” he murmurs, tilting his head just enough to catch the faint light. “I can be useful. I wasn't lying before, you know? the mixer? I can get you in.”

You pause, damn it he is beautiful. He shifts closer, his voice dipping into something silkier. “Let me stay, just for a while. I’ll keep out of your way. Or,” he adds, his smile sharpening ever so slightly, “if you’d rather, I could be very in your way. Whatever you prefer.”

You sigh, rubbing your temples. “Fine. One screw-up, though, and you’re out. Got it?”

“Crystal clear,” he purrs, bowing his head slightly. “You won’t regret this. I promise.”

As he falls into step beside you, you mutter under your breath. “Already regretting it.”

His soft chuckle is barely audible, but it lingers all the way home.

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nikkento-writes · 4 months ago

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Toro! Toro!

We're waking up the people down the hall, you're a bull and I can't help but say, "Toro! Toro!"

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~3.3k

cw: canon universe, popstar!reader (stage name Luna Lux), all characters are 18+, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut – cunnilingus, blow job, vaginal fingering, nipple play, spit play, PIV sex – doggy, cowgirl, pet names, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, creampie

Summary: Breaking news! International up-and-coming pop princess Luna Lux is causing quite the stir with her alleged boyfriend! Witnesses say the two were having loud sex well into the night until hotel staff had to take matters into their own hands. But who is this mystery fellow? Despite multiple accounts of being heard doing the deed behind closed doors, the pop star’s supposed boy toy continues to elude being seen by both the media and even her own manager! With his knack for disappearing into thin air, it sounds like this stud is a real sorcerer!

Author's Note: Completely and unabashedly based on the song “Toro” by Remi Wolf. This SCREAMS Aoi Todo to me. This was so much fun to write! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Divider credit to the wonderful @/cafekitsune.

It’s past midnight by the time you and your manager make it back to your hotel room, exhausted from tonight’s rehearsals. With only a protein bar and a few handfuls of popcorn as your dinner, you’re desperate for a proper meal before calling it a day. “Can we please, please order room service?” you beg her, collapsing onto the bed, too tired to change out of your sweaty clothes. “I’m starving and I won’t be able to sleep unless I get some real food in me.”

Kina doesn’t respond, the room phone already up to her ear, ordering the usual. When she hangs up, she snaps at you to get up, crinkling her nose. “You stink.”

“Aw, thanks K. Always the sweetest,” you grin at her, rolling on your stomach to rest your chin on your hands, kicking your feet back and forth in the air.

She rolls her eyes, feigning annoyance as she retrieves one of the bath robes in the closet for you, laying it on the nearest armchair. “After we eat, you should shower then go straight to bed. You need all your rest for tomorrow’s show.”

Manager K is right; it’s the last show and probably the most important. After tomorrow, you can officially say you’ve completed your first tour. It hasn’t been an easy journey; years and years of practicing your craft at malls, local fairs, small stages in front of people who had no clue nor cared who you were. You’re finally here with your best friend slash manager right alongside with you. Not only that, you’ve amassed quite the following of fans who cherish you, so much that they’ve made your debut tour a massive success. You appreciate every single one of them.

However, there is one that you are particularly fond of, and his name is Aoi Todo.

Todo’s been to almost every show since the start of the tour, with the exception to a few he absolutely couldn’t attend due to work obligations. He’s been to all of your meet-and-greets and is the current president of your fan club online. Most of his wardrobe is merchandise with your face on it, always proudly wearing it like a badge of honor. He even keeps a locket with your picture in it, next to a photo of his brother, Yuji, which you surprisingly find very endearing.

It just so happens that he’s also your boyfriend. Your very hot, massively ripped boyfriend.

You met a little over two years ago, when you were opening for your good friend Nobuko Takada, famously known in Japan as Tall-Idol Takada-Chan. At the time, Todo was her biggest fan, so much so that he considered her his future wife. Somehow, someway, he found his new obsession in you. You’d normally tend to avoid fans like this, but Todo is different. He’s the exception. You find his presence comforting. Even when you mess up the lyrics to a song, experience bouts of stage fright, miss a step in your choreography, Todo always gazes at you with the brightest stars in his eyes, as if you’re the most talented, beautiful person he’s ever seen. He loves you with every fiber of his being, whether you’re on stage as Luna Lux the popstar or offstage as you. And you love him right back.

That being said, his prowess in the bedroom is an added bonus. He knows all the ways to help you relax after an especially grueling day of practice and rehearsals. Just like tonight.

You’ve become notorious now for sneaking your boyfriend into your room when you’ve been explicitly told not to, specifically by Kina. It’s not that she dislikes him; in fact, she hasn’t even met him yet. You and Todo decided from the start that your relationship would remain a secret to protect his identity. Being a highly ranked Jujutsu Sorcerer already comes with its own risks and adding an extra spotlight on him will only cause more stress. Besides, it’s quite fun seeing how far you can push against the boundaries until you’re actually caught.

On the other hand, Manager K doesn’t find it fun at all. Her expression is somber, voice stern when she states your real name, talking to you directly and not to your pop persona Luna Lux. That’s when you know she means business. “Do not meet with your boyfriend tonight. Understand?”

You knew this was going to come up. Playing dumb, you respond, “What boyfriend?”

One of her eyes twitch, clearly fed up with your antics. “I’m serious.”

She stares you down until you give in, flipping over on your back and groaning. “Why not?!” you whine, purposefully being an annoying little shit. “You know I perform way better after a good fuck.”

Kina makes a face, disgusted by your vulgarity. “Gross. Seriously, though. There are reporters all over this hotel, on this very floor even. They would have a field day with this.”

“Yeah. If we’re caught,” you add. “Which won’t happen.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, smirking. “You do realize how close you’ve been, right? The two of you have been getting more and more reckless. It’s bound to happen soon.”

You raise a brow at her. “Sounds like you’re hoping for it.”

She eases up, sitting at the edge of the bed beside you. “I’m getting real tired of running around and doing damage control for you two horny freaks. And I’ll admit, I’m curious. What’s so great about this guy that you can’t reveal his identity, even to me?”

You sit up, smiling at her. “Kina, as much as I want to tell you about how amazing he is, I just can’t. Not yet at least. I want to protect him from this craziness for as long as possible. You just have to trust me for now, okay?”

Kina has your best interest at heart, you know that. She wants to make sure that this guy is really worth it, is not some crazed fan only interested in Luna Lux and not the real person behind the popstar. At the same time, she can’t force you to give up his anonymity. She knows better than anybody how insane the other fans will get once he becomes known. So, she has no other choice but to relent. “Fine. But please, for the love of god, can you just keep it in your pants until tomorrow night, after the show is over?”

You give her a sly grin, wrapping your arms around her in a big hug. “Whatever you say, Manager K.” She’s totally unaware that you’ve got both your fingers crossed.

After the two of you scarf down a late dinner, Kina bids you goodnight, warning you once more not to do anything reckless, though you have no intentions of following through with that plan. As soon as she disappears down the hallway into her own room, you lock the door and send out a text to Todo:

The hawk has left the nest.

Setting down your phone on the nightstand, you strip completely out of your sweaty clothes, leaving you stark naked, except for the locket around your neck. You feel it, tracing the edges before unclasping, laying it neatly on the bed. Leaving the robe Kina laid out for you on the armchair, you head straight for the bathroom, door ajar, running the shower on hot.

Even with the loud splash of the shower, you hear the faint Boogie Woogie clap from outside the bathroom, the exact one you’ve been looking forward to all week. Smiling to yourself, you continue to lather soap onto your body, letting the water stream down to rinse off the suds. The creak of the door grabs your attention and through the shower’s glass, you see Todo walk in, wrapped in the robe that barely fits him. When he catches your eye, he smirks and the butterflies in your belly flutter. “Hey there, handsome,” you greet him, your pussy already throbbing with arousal.

“Hi, gorgeous.” He steps towards the shower, stopping to admire you, wet and dripping.

You open the door for him, giving him a better view. “You look good in my hotel robe.”

“Yeah?” He’s practically drooling over your naked form.

Beckoning him in, you reply, “Yeah. But you’d look even better without it.”

He chuckles, slipping out of it, completely naked underneath. You move to one side of the shower, making just enough room for him. Water splashes off his massive chest, down his bulging biceps, dripping off his huge cock sprung hard against his six-pack. God, how you love having this himbo as your boyfriend. He watches silently you as you rub him with the bar of soap, lathering him up, a good reason to get your hands all over him. “How’s my baby doing tonight?” you ask him, spreading the suds across his shoulders.

“Fine. A bit tired from work. Missed you like hell.” His eyes follow your fingers as you graze his nipples. He holds you by the hips, pulling you closer. “How was rehearsals?”

“Exhausting.” You set the bar of soap aside, smiling as your hands travel farther, past his navel. “Luckily, I have a super sexy boyfriend to help me relax.”

You surround his cock, slick and slippery with suds on the shaft. He shudders from your touch, grip tightening on your hips. “Fuck,” he mutters, looking down between you, resting his forehead on yours. “I’m the lucky one. So fucking lucky.”

You tip your head up to meet his lips for a kiss, cupping his balls and stroking his cock. He moans into your mouth, his fingers squeezing at your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. You turn around, teasing his cock between your butt, craning your neck to keep kissing him while he rubs at your clit, water still drizzling over the two of you. So clean and yet so dirty all at once.

He makes you come with his fingers, tapping and massaging your sensitive bud until you’re gushing for him. “You want my cock now, baby?” he asks, mouth hot on your ear, his erection throbbing against you. His other hand plays with your nipples, pinching them with the precise amount of pressure to have you mewling.

As much as you’d love to get fucked in the shower, there’s simply no room for that with Todo’s massive body taking up nearly the entire space. It’s better for the two of you to move this onto the bed. You face him, shutting the shower off, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Let’s do it on the bed. More room for us to get nasty.”

He grins, lifting you up and hoisting you over his shoulder easily. “Got it, boss.”

You giggle, punching his back playfully as he wipes you with a towel. “You’re a brute, you know that?”

When it’s dry, he slaps your ass, staring at it in the mirror as it jiggles from the contact. “You love it.” And he’s right, you do.

He carries you all the way to the bed, tossing you onto the mattress. As soon as you’re spread out for him, he positions himself between your thighs, eating you out sloppily, slipping two fingers in your wet cunt. “Fuck!” you whine, already sensitive from your first orgasm. He doesn’t relent, pumping his digits in and out of you while he flicks his tongue on your swollen bud, sending you into your second climax of the night, body in total bliss now, still greedy for more. “Fuck me, Aoi. Please,” you beg him. “Need your cock.”

“Not yet,” he muffles, sucking hard on your clit, causing you to cry out louder in pleasure. “One more for me, baby. I know you can do it.” He adds a third finger inside you, bucking his hips into the bed, desperate for any type of friction against his rock-hard cock. The sound of his fingers squelching with each pump is obscene. He hums into your skin, the vibrations adding to the sensation, encouraging you to give him another, which you do.

You’re practically a puddle in the sheets now, your entire body slack, ecstasy coursing through you. He can do whatever he wants to you. You’d yield to his every desire, so fucked-out and intoxicated for him. Legs spread even wider, you reach for your pussy, spreading your cum on your clit. “More,” you whimper, touching yourself.

“You’re extra greedy today,” he teases, pulling out of you to suck on his cum-coated fingers. He hawks a frothy wad of spit on your cunt, watching you rub it into your clit.

“It’s been a long day, I deserve it.” You stare at his cock, the tip leaking with precum now. “Can I get a taste, too?”

He obliges enthusiastically, moving up the bed to straddle your face, your favorite way to take his cock. You lick your lips, using your free hand to stroke him, taking his balls in your mouth first. “Fuck,” he curses, gripping onto the headboard.

You smile, enjoying the way he’s unraveling above you. After a little more teasing, you guide the tip into your mouth, sucking on it. He swears again, his eyes shut, the sensation too much for him. You eventually make your way down the rest of his cock, taking him deeper until you’re to the hilt.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy drooling all over my cock like that.” He slowly fucks your mouth, your lips smacked to the base of his dick with each thrust, swallowing him all the way down to the back of your throat. Your eyes water as you resist the gag reflex, too eager to satisfy him like this. When you reach your limit, he pulls out of you, panting softly as you guzzle all the saliva pooling in your mouth. Once you catch your breath, you give him a smile, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip.

“You are such a dirty fucking girl,” he growls, crawling back down to peppers soft kisses along your body. “Sucking my cock while you touch yourself. What a naughty slut you are.” He pauses at your pussy once again, spreading his tongue on your clit for one more taste. You grab onto his hair, not bothering to contain the moans pouring out of your mouth.

“Flip over,” he mumbles, eyes hazy with lust and desire. You can tell by the tremble in his voice that’s he’s trying his best to control himself from going absolutely feral on you, which makes you want to bring it out of him even more.

You obey his command, yelping when drags you to the end of the bed, legs hanging off the edge, feet planted on the soft carpet. His thumb teases your slit, soaked and slippery from all of the previous orgasms. Carefully, he guides himself inside you, gradually making his way until he’s all in. “Fuck,” he purrs, staying still until you’ve fully adjusted to his size. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”

It's like electricity all over your body to finally have him inside you like this, to be so full of him. You twist your neck to get a glimpse of him and when he meets your gaze, he grins. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

You smile back at him, clenching the sheets to brace yourself for the ride. “Fuck me hard.”

Unlike before, he’s rough now, pounding into you like his fucking life depends on it. “Oh god, right there! Right there, fuck!” you encourage him, not bothering to cover your mouth. You’re sure by now the neighbors can hear, but you don’t care. All you care about is Todo and his cock pummeling into you.

Once you come in this position, he slows the pace, increasing the severity of each thrust, fucking you so hard that the bedframe slams against the wall every time he plummets into you. “You love taking it like this, don’t you?”

“Yes!” you cry out, choking on your own spit as it dribbles out your mouth. You hear your phone start ringing on the nightstand; you ignore it, too lost in euphoria to give a damn.

Before you know it, Todo changes positions again, laying himself out on the bed. “Ride me, sweetie. Ride this fucking cock. Fuck me too.”

Desperate to be full of him again, you hop on top of him, teasing your pussy along his shaft before sinking down. He grips your hips firmly, rocking you back and forth on his lap until you’re able to muster the strength to ride him. You swallow thickly, finally able to speak coherently. “You should change your name from Todo to Toro,” you joke, grinding yourself against him.

“Huh? Like fatty tuna?” he asks, sweat dripping off his forehead, his expression genuinely confused.

“Toro is a bull in Spanish,” you explain, grinning at him, gyrating your hips for a deeper angle. “And you, big boy, are most definitely a toro with the way you’re pounding into me.”

He laughs, tightening his grip, wanting to regain control. “It’s fine, you can call me that if you want.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You lean down to kiss him as he wraps his arms around you, planting his feet on the bed to fuck up into you. The phone keeps ringing beside you, and even through your incessant cries of “Toro! Toro!”, you can hear the buzz of excited chatter on the other side of the door. It’s the reporters Kina warned you about, getting another juicy story for the tabloids.

Todo continues to fuck you like this, his own moans louder now as he approaches his orgasm. The room phone starts to chime too, the staff trying to get a hold of you after noise complaints, something you’ve gotten used to since being with your incredibly sexy and voracious boyfriend. Still, no matter how hard they try to catch you in the act, they never will. And that’s what makes this so much fun.

When he comes, you kiss him sloppily, clenching around his cock to keep his load inside you. You hear a familiar voice amidst the chaos on the other side of the door. Manager K shouts, “Luna Lux! Open the door. Now!”

Todo looks spent below you, in complete bliss, unfazed by the ratchet going on outside. “I should probably leave, huh?”

“I guess you should,” you pout, nuzzling your nose to his. “I miss you already.”

“I miss you too. I’ll see you again in a few minutes,” he reassures you, caressing your cheek tenderly. “When the coast is clear.”

There’s pounding on the door, upper management getting involved to give you a stern talking to. “You better hurry back.” You lean closer, grazing his ear with your lips. “I want you to fuck more of your cum inside me.”

He sucks in a breath, squeezing your ass cheeks with his big hands. “Fuck, baby. I promise I won’t make you wait long. Keep it in until then, okay?”

You kiss each other passionately one last time before he claps behind your back. Like magic, he’s gone, the shiny locket replacing him on the bed.

The door opens, getting caught on the chain, your manager yelling your name through the tiny crack. “I know he’s in there! There’s no escape! I finally caught you two!”

You put on the locket then quickly slide into a robe, checking your reflection briskly in the mirror. Not that there’s anything that can reverse the damage done at this point. Reluctantly, you go to the door to unlock the chain. Kina barges in, staving off all the reporters and staff from bombarding you with questions. She searches the room for Todo, checking each nook and cranny for any sign of him, but no luck. Finally, she faces you, expression awe-struck. “Where is…how did he…?”

“I told you.” You flash her an innocent smile, crossing your legs and fiddling with the locket around your neck, fondly thinking about Todo who’s just two floors below you. “You just have to trust me.”

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angelicwrites · 24 days ago

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devilishly yours | lucifer morningstar

summary. lucifer becomes captivated by your enigmatic nature and immunity to his powers, sparking a charged dynamic as he relentlessly seeks to uncover your deepest desires. when he finally succeeds, the revelation challenges both his confidence and your own understanding of your feelings pairings. lucifer mornigstar x fem!reader genre. smut (MDNI 18+), dom!lucifer x sub!reader, porn w plot warnings. unprotected sex, piv, finger & oral (f receiving), lots of petnames, teasing

a/n. this is my first smut here, please show some love and feedback !

lux was alive that night, its usual crowd a blur of bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music. lucifer morningstar stood at the bar, a drink in hand, his sharp eyes focused on a singular figure in the room, you. he had been observing you for weeks now, your mere presence an enigma that simultaneously irritated and fascinated him. unlike everyone else, you were immune to his charms. no coy glances, no lingering touches, and certainly no breathy confessions of desire. instead, you looked at him like he was just another man in the crowd, and it was driving him mad.

“she’s doing it again,” lucifer muttered to himself, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. his lips curved into a smirk as he tilted his head, studying you from across the room. “so confident. so utterly unbothered. who are you, darling?”

as if sensing his thoughts, you turned your head, your eyes meeting his with a pointed sharpness that caught him off guard. instead of looking away, you smirked, sauntering over to the bar with an air of defiance. sliding onto the stool beside him, you leaned in just slightly, enough to close the distance but not enough to give him the upper hand.

“enjoying the view, morningstar?” you asked, your voice light but laced with a teasing edge.

lucifer raised his glass in mock acknowledgment, his smirk never faltering. “caught red-handed,” he admitted smoothly. “but can you blame me? you’re quite the enigma.”

“an enigma,” you repeated, your tone almost playful as you tapped your fingers against the bar. “that’s one way to describe it. or maybe you’re just overthinking it.”

he chuckled, leaning closer as if letting you in on a secret. “oh, i never overthink. but you” his voice dropped slightly, sending a shiver down your spine. “you have this way of making me question things. it’s unsettling, and believe me darling, very few people unsettle me.”

you rolled your eyes, refusing to let his words rattle you. “maybe i’m just not impressed by your little party tricks.”

that response. that maddeningly calm dismissal made something flicker in his expression, a flash of irritation, quickly masked by intrigue. “not impressed,” he repeated, as though the words were foreign to him. “you wound me. truly. shall i try harder?”

“please don’t,” you said dryly, your lips curving into a small, amused smile. “i’d hate to see you actually put in effort.”

the back-and-forth was electric, a game neither of you had planned but were fully invested in. lucifer found himself grinning despite the frustration you sparked in him. “you’re playing a dangerous game,” he warned, his voice a low, velvety drawl.

“am i?” you shot back, tilting your head. “because from where i’m sitting, it looks like you’re the one who’s losing.”

for the first time in centuries, lucifer felt the sting of being outmatched, and he found that he didn’t mind. if anything, it only made him more determined to figure you out.

the next encounter came days later, quieter but no less charged. it was late, lux was nearly empty, and the two of you were working a case together. the gruesome details of the murder had done little to distract him from the ever-growing puzzle that was you.

“you’re unusually quiet tonight,” lucifer said, breaking the silence as he poured himself a drink. he didn’t offer you one, he knew you’d decline, just to prove a point.

“i’m thinking,” you replied simply, your tone nonchalant as you leaned against the bar, your eyes focused on the papers spread out in front of you.

“about me, i hope,” he quipped, his grin widening when you let out a small, exasperated laugh.

“always so full of yourself,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“guilty as charged,” he admitted, his gaze flickering to you. “but in my defense, i’m usually right. so tell me darling, what’s your secret?”

you arched an eyebrow, finally looking up at him. “what secret?”

he leaned in slightly, his expression turning serious. “everyone has desires. everyone. and yet, you seem immune. why is that?”

you didn’t answer immediately, your lips pressing into a thin line as if considering whether or not to indulge him. finally, you sighed, your tone clipped but calm. “maybe you’re not looking hard enough.”

his eyes narrowed at that, his curiosity only deepening. “oh, i’m looking darling, believe me. and i’ll figure it out, one way or another.”

the tension between you was almost suffocating, the weight of his words lingering in the air long after they were spoken. as much as you wanted to deny it, a part of you knew he was right. he would figure it out. the question was, what would happen when he did?

that was when it happened. in a flash of celestial energy, the room seemed to shift. lucifer straightened, his usual confidence faltering as he felt something unlock. for the first time since he’d met you, his power worked, and the truth of your desires crashed into him like a tidal wave.

“oh,” he whispered, his voice laced with equal parts surprise and amusement. a slow, devilish grin spread across his face as he stepped closer, his eyes dark with understanding. “well well, it seems the mystery is solved.”

you froze, the heat rising in your cheeks as you realized what had happened. “lucifer—”

“say it,” he interrupted, his voice low and insistent. “say it out loud.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you snapped, moving to put distance between you, but he followed, his movements predatory.

“oh, don’t play coy now,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. “you want me. you’ve wanted me from the start.”

you turned on him then, your anger flaring. “don’t flatter yourself.”

he chuckled, his breath warm against your skin as he leaned in closer, his lips a mere inch from yours. “darling, i don’t need to flatter myself. i saw it. i felt it. and now” he paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. “now i can’t stop thinking about it.”

a rush of heat flooded your cheeks, and you realized that lucifer's powers, which had been rumored to enthrall and control others, seemed to have no effect on you. you were immune to his allure, or so you thought. "i-i don't know what you're talking about," you stammered, trying to sound brave.

lucifer's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, a flicker of surprise crossed his face. "really? you’re thoughts are telling me otherwise my dear," he took another step, closing the distance between you. "tell me, what is it that you desire?"

you stood your ground, determined not to show any fear. "i desire many things, but i won't be manipulated by your tricks." your voice grew stronger, and you felt a surge of confidence.

lucifer's eyes sparkled with amusement. "tricks? oh sweets i assure you, i have no need for tricks with you." he reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body. "you see, my powers don't work on you, and now that it does, it fascinates me."

confusion clouded your mind. You had heard tales of his powers enslaving countless souls, yet you felt no compulsion, no urge to submit to his will. ‘why is that?’ you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.

lucifer's smile widened, and he leaned closer, his warm breath caressing your neck. "because my dear, your deepest desire is me." his words sent a jolt through your entire being. "and that, i find is a delightful challenge."

your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt a rush of emotions. was it possible that your desire for him had been hidden even from yourself? you tried to deny it, but the truth resonated within you. "i-i don't believe you," you lied, your voice trembling.

lucifer chuckled, a deep, sensual sound that sent a wave of desire coursing through your veins. "you don’t believe it, but your body betrays your words." his hand trailed down your arm, sending tingles of pleasure up your spine. "your heart races, your breath quickens, and your nipples..." he paused, his fingers brushing over the sensitive peaks through the fabric of your dress, making you gasp.

you couldn't deny the sensations coursing through your body. his touch ignited a fire within you, and you felt a desperate need to be closer to him. "w-what do you want from me?" you asked, your voice hoarse with desire.

"everything," Lucifer whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "i want to explore every inch of you, to hear you beg for more. i want to be the one to finally unlock your true desires." his hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and you felt the hard length of his erection pressing against your stomach.

a moan escaped your lips as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. lucifer's hands moved to the back of your dress, and with a swift motion, he tore it open, exposing your bare skin to the cool air. "you see, my dear, i can't control you, but i can certainly enjoy the freedom to indulge in your desires."

you stood there, breathless, as he feasted his eyes on your naked body. his gaze was intense, devouring you, and you felt a powerful sense of vulnerability and arousal.

lucifer's hands roamed freely, cupping your breasts, thumbing your nipples until they were hard peaks, ready to burst with pleasure.

"please..." you whispered, not even sure what you were pleading for.

"please what, my dear?" lucifer's voice was a low purr as he bent down to take a nipple into his warm mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. "tell me what you want."

the sensations were exquisite, and you felt your knees weaken. "i...i want..." you struggled to find the words, but lucifer seemed to understand.

he lifted his head, his eyes burning with a fiery passion. "you want me to fuck you, don't you?" his words were raw and unapologetic. "you want me to claim every inch of your body."

your cheeks flushed, and you nodded, unable to deny the truth any longer. "yes," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

lucifer's hands gripped your hips, and he spun you around, pressing your front against the cold stone wall. "then i shall give you what you desire." his hands slid down your thighs, pushing your dress up, exposing your wetness to the cool air.

you felt his fingers trail through your damp curls, and then he was pushing inside you, one finger at a time, stretching and preparing you for what was to come. his touch was both gentle and demanding, and you couldn't help but push back against his hand, seeking more.

"you're so wet my dear," he growled, his breath hot against your neck. "so ready for me." he added a third finger, scissoring them inside you, finding that sweet spot that had you crying out in pleasure.

"oh, lucifer..." you moaned, your head thrown back against the wall, your body on the brink of orgasm.

he withdrew his fingers, leaving you aching and desperate. "not yet, my dear," he whispered, his lips trailing kisses down your spine. "let me get a taste first."

lucifer dropped to his knees, his hands gripping your thighs as he spread your legs wide. you felt his hot breath on your sensitive flesh, and then his tongue, slick and wet, was laving your clit, sending you spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. he lapped and teased, sucking gently, driving you wild with need.

your hands gripped his hair, urging him closer, your hips thrusting against his mouth as you rode his tongue. "lucifer, please!" you cried out, your body trembling on the edge of release.

he obliged, sucking hard on your clit, his fingers plunging deep inside you, and you exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm, crying out his name as your juices flowed freely.

lucifer stood, his eyes dark with desire as he admired his handiwork. "that was just the beginning darling. i plan to make you beg for more."

you could barely catch your breath, your body still quivering from the intense climax.

"more..." you whispered, your eyes pleading.

with a devilish grin, lucifer lifted you into his arms, carrying you to a nearby couch. he laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he positioned himself between your thighs. "now, my dear, i'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

his words sent a thrill of anticipation through your body. you wanted him, needed him, and you were ready to surrender to the dark pleasures he promised.

lucifer positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his thick cock teasing your wetness. with one swift thrust, he filled you completely, claiming your body as his own. you cried out, your back arching off the couch as he began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm.

"yes, that's it, my dear," he growled, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you open for his invasion. "feel me, deep inside you."

the sensation of being filled so completely was overwhelming, and you matched his rhythm, meeting his thrusts with your own, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"harder, lucifer!" you cried out, your body craving more.

he obliged, pounding into you with fierce intensity, his hips slamming against yours, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"that's it, my dear. come for me again."

your body tightened around him, and you screamed his name as you shattered into a million pieces, your orgasm rippling through you. lucifer followed, his own release spilling deep within you, his body trembling as he filled you with his essence.

as you lay there, breathless and sated, lucifer's eyes held a new intensity. "you, my dear, are a challenge i relish. and this is just the beginning."

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New York City: THREE

(CC List + DL)

E X T E R I O R

C O N C E R T S T A G E

H O T E L

Standard Suite I An open concept room with a double bed, hosting up to 2 sims, and living area. It comes with its own bathroom.

Standard Suite II An open concept room with 2 double beds, hosting up to 4 sims, and living area. It comes with its own bathroom.

Premium Suite Private Floor with an outdoor terrace overlooking the city. It comes with the following: A full living room, kitchenette, a bedroom, and a full bathroom.

M A R K E T

Equipped with functional objects. You can grab a coffee and can purchase produce, fish, food from the market stall and/or cafeteria counter! This space has its own bathroom.

B E A U T Y B A R

This beauty bar has 6 salon chairs meeting the minimum requirements for the Shear Brilliance Mod. Alongside those chairs comes a retail counter, seating for waiting customers, 4 mani/pedi Spa Day Chairs, 1 Massage Table, a Staff Room, and its own bathroom.

[W A R N I N G: This lot is heavy. I do NOT recommend it if you do not have a decent system. My personal specs – GTX 1660ti, 16GB Ram, Nvme M.2 Primary Drive with 156GB of CC. It takes me 3-4min to load for this lot, which is longer than my regular time. However, I have it set to the ‘Lounge’ lot type to avoid the extended load for the ‘Generic’ lot buildbuy when you have a lot of CC.]

World Map: San Myshuno

Area: Myshuno Meadows

Lot Size: 64 x 64

Capacity:

A Beauty Bar – Salon Chairs, Spa Day Items, Staff Room

A Concert Stage

A Hotel – Lot51’s Suite Life Mod Compatible

A Market – Functional

Bonus: 4 Empty Spaces – 3 Small buildings, 1 Spacious Skyscraper Floor

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

[Long post, I know! Second half below the line lol]

Packs Needed

Expansion Packs

City Living

Cottage Living

Eco Lifestyle

Get Famous

Get Together

Get To Work

Growing Together

High School Years

Horse Ranch

Lovestruck

For Rent

Seasons

Snowy Escape

Game Packs

Dine Out

Dream Home Decorator

Journey to Batuu

Jungle Adventure

My Wedding Stories

Parenthood

Realm of Magic

Spa Day

Strangerville

Vampires

Werewolves

Stuff Packs

Backyard Stuff

Bowling Night

Home Chef Hustle

Romantic Garden

Kits

Cozy Bistro

Castle Estate

Desert Luxe

Recommended Gameplay Mods

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Better Build Buy (For the ‘Deletion Protection’ setting, if you want to modify)

City Vibes Lot Traits

Lock/Unlock Doors for Any Lot (Works for Community Lots)

Shear Brilliance (Active Cosmetology Career)

Spawn Refresh

Suite Life Hotel & Resorts

Use Residential Rentals shared areas as Community Lots

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Helpful Tip: Having Only What is Needed For CC Builds (Tumblr)

Amoebae: Pile in Carpet

Awingedllama: Traffic Light 3

Charly Pancakes: The Lighthouse Collection (Books C + D)

Felixandre: Berlin Pt. 2 (Front Door), Chateau Pt. 1|2|3|4, Colonial Pt. 1|3, Estate Pt. 1|2|3 (CF), Georgian, Gothic Revival (Mirror), Grove Pt. 1|2|3|4, January 2018, London Interior (Cane Chair), Paris Pt. 1, SOHO Pt. 3|4

FlirtyGhoul: Minimart Pt. 1-11

GUA: Air Conditioners

Hamstebelle: Cyberpunk Food Stall (Simlish)

Hanraja: S015 (Shelf Gass Deep), S037 (Dining Sit Booth + Sit Dining 2)

Harrie: Brownstone Pt., Coastal Pt. 5|7, Klean Pt. 1|2|3, Octave Pt. 2, Spoons Pt. 1

HeyBrine: Jessie Livin’ Pack Pt.1, Le Bistro Pack (Tables), Nana’s Collection (Microwave), Noova Collection

House of Harlix: Kichen (Glasses), Livin’ Rum (Frame Tvs), Orjanic Pt. 2

JoyceIsFox: Summer Garden – Tiles Pack (Purity#1 Floor + Wall Tiles)

KiwiSims4: Blockhouse Hallway (Small Lamp)

Kta: Vogue Prints 1 (10s-20s) [Mesh Needed]

Lijoue: A Louer Collection (Fence)

LilacCreative: Keratin Collection

Lili’s Palace: Intarsia Wainscot Wonderland (Polished Marble Floor)

LittleDica: Deligracy Fridge, Roman Holiday

Max20: Happily Ever After (Dining Table Knot)

MintyJinx: Terrain to Floor Collection

Myshunosun: Lottie (Throw Blanket)

Nempne: Cover Sheet Ceiling Tiles

Peacemaker: Hinterlands Living Room (Pouffe), Hudson Bathroom, Vampire Add Ons

Pierisim: Auntie Vera Bathroom, Coldbrew Coffeeshop Pt. 3, Domaine Du Clos Pt. 2|3|4, MCM Pt. 1|4|5, Outside Lunch, Tilable

Ravasheen: CounterFit Mini Fridge, Elevator, Shop Chef

Severinka: Apollo Sofa (Right), Grocery Store Pt. 1|2|4

Simspiration Builds: Portuguese Floors

SixamCC: Hotel Bedroom

Sooky88: Horizontal Oil Paintings

Sundays: Kediri Pt. 1 (Throw Pillows- Solids), Pool Haus, Swell Pt. 1, Ungasan Pt. 2 (Slippers)

Syboubou: Hotel Luggage Trolley

TaurusDesign: Eliza Walk In, Judith Kitchen (Barstool), Lilith Chilling Areas Pt. 1

Tuds: Base Game Curved Windows, Beam Kitchen (Table 1x2), Ind 02|03, Vime Closet

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sunflowerheartsandstarryskies · 2 years ago

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Lovebug - Lucifer Morningstar x afab!Reader

Author’s Note: Thank you to both of the anons that made this lovely request. I know nothing of pregnancy so I did some research, so if anything’s wrong sorry about that. This is my first time writing a pregnant reader as well. It is good to be back.

Request: Yes. Two Anons requested very similar scenarios so I combined the two here.

Summary: Reader is pregnant and was alone due to her ex-husband abandoning her when she was around 3 months gone. Lucifer asked what her desires were and is shocked when she said that she wants him to be her baby daddy

Wordcount: ~2.4k

Warnings: abandonment (from reader’s partner), brief mentions of divorce, the reader has she/her pronouns, reader’s afab, pregnancy

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“C’mon lovebug you gotta be good for me today,” you whispered to your bump.

You were three months pregnant and three months free. Freedom wasn’t what you thought it would be like when you were a kid. Divorced and pregnant by your former husband you were scraping by as best you could, but you were happy. You still had your apartment and you knew you had your job at LUX.

Battling morning sickness and day-to-day nausea were now almost everyday occurrences for you, but after everything your husband had done to you in that marriage giving you the gift of a child forming in you made you feel brave. Brave to be free and continue on in life, you were just a little unsure of where to go with this freedom, but you have time to figure that out.

Deep breaths in, and there we go. You can do this now just out the door and have a nice day out, you pep talked yourself out the door.

You breathed in the fresh air and kept your head up as you walked on the sidewalk. You wanted to figure out your job situation first, so it was best you headed to LUX, hoping your boss Lucifer Morningstar was there and also hoping your lovebug would quit hopping around in your stomach for a couple of hours.

You managed to walk to LUX briskly and safely as it was only a couple of blocks away from you. As you entered the building it was only hitting five pm so you are hoping that it wouldn’t be overwhelming for you. As you surveyed the area you were relieved to find that the regular stench of alcohol wasn’t very potent and people were only just arriving at the club. You still had your employee badge to get inside the building quickly and spotted Maze working at the bar so you made swift work on getting over to her.

Maze was one of your favorite coworkers and she knew all about what was going on with your relationship and the divorce of your ex-husband as well as your pregnancy. She was the best friend you could hope for during that rough adjustment period. When Maze spotted you walking over to her as she was getting the bar prepped she beamed at you and jumped over the bar to hug you tightly.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Maze exclaimed laughing at the end.

She was looking you up and down when she asked, “are you doing okay? How is the little parasite doing?”

You laughed at her nickname for the baby and said, “I’m alright, the little bug was calm enough today that I felt like I could come here today.”

“Yeah? How come? Do you need money? Because you know I don’t think boss would be that opposed to giving you paid maternity leave,” Maze stated.

“Yeah I do that’s why I was hoping to talk to him if he’s here,” you said.

“He’s here, he’s up in his penthouse, y’know how he is when it comes to him appearing at the night scene in LUX,” Maze replied leading you to the elevator in the back that takes you up to the apartment.

“Yeah Lucifer was always one for dramatic entrances in his own club,” you said as you both laugh at your boss’s dramatic nature.

You and Maze entered Lucifer’s penthouse and were at a loss for words about how it looked. It definitely looked like a playboy’s apartment and you were becoming more and more unsure of yourself as you stepped foot in the suite, but Maze either sensing your unease called out for Lucifer. He popped his head out of the bedroom and a smirk appeared on his face as he saw the two of you. Maze parted with a goodbye to him and a hug for you.

“What brings you here, (Y/N)?” Lucifer asked as he looked at you quizzically.

“I just wanted to talk about something that’s come up recently in my life, as you know I have been taking some days off for being sick and my divorce being finalized. I found out I was pregnant recently,” you stammered out. You felt quite nervous with each admission even if it was just the beginning of your confessions.

“Oh, congratulations if that’s what you want to hear, I presume,” Lucifer said with a more genuine smile appearing on his face than his signature smirk.

“Thank you, yeah I’ve thought of them as my little lovebug,” you replied.

“How cute?” He questioned with a tilt of his head as he looks at your barely there bump starting to form.

“Did you want to maternity leave while you take care of yourself and your kid? It will be paid of course,” Lucifer said gently.

“That would be amazing Lucifer,” you said.

His first name always felt heavy on your tongue when addressing him that even after two years of working at LUX. You hesitated with leaving right away now that you got that question answered and as if he could sense your hesitancy he takes a step towards you so you could look at him as he speaks.

“What is it you desire, darling?” he asked.

“For someone to help take care of me and my baby. I’m scared of doing this alone,” you admitted before you could stop yourself.

You felt horrified at your own confession and just stared at Lucifer for a second before taking a step back, but before you could go any further you felt Lucifer take your hand gently.

“Love? Could you look at me?” Lucifer asked gently and felt relieved when you did.

“Do you - do you want me to help you with your pregnancy?”

You opened your mouth but quickly closed and you nodded your head guilty at being found out.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’ll be honest I might be a bit more confused and shocked than you are when it comes to all this parenting stuff but I am willing to help you with whatever you need. You are frankly a wonderful employee here as well as an amazing friend and confidante with not just me but with Maze as well. I’d love nothing more to help you even if it’s just to be baby daddy love,” he finished with a wiggle of his eyebrows and signature smirk.

The end of his speech caused your eyes to wet and you gave a soft laugh as you wiped your eyes before tears spilled.

“Thank you Lucifer, that’s very kind of you, but you don’t have to do anything,” you said.

“Oh I want to darling, and besides I think everyone in LUX knows you’re my favorite employee anyway,” he said with a grin.

“What? You’re ridiculous,” you replied.

“That’s no way to talk to your soon-to-be baby daddy,” he playfully scolded you.

You waved him away as he moved closer to you.

“I’m happy to take care of you, you know? I just didn’t expect that’s what you want, love,” he said softly.

“I didn’t expect to confess to that either, I was scared, and am still scared of being alone throughout this pregnancy,” you confessed.

You looked up at Lucifer and noticed a soft look appear in his eyes, the lifted eyebrows and pouty lips gave him away. You almost let the thought sink in of him, sincerely caring for you, in more than just a platonic sort of way. The thought of Lucifer being romantic towards you, made you feel flustered and quickly shook your head and quickly blamed those thoughts on your hormones.

As you said your goodbyes, you were left feeling hopeful and happy about the outcome of your meeting with your boss. It feels like the start of an extremely cheesy romance novel. God, you really need to control these thoughts of yours, you shook your head again.

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Months passed and throughout your pregnancy Lucifer had been a gentlemen throughout. One instance that you think back constantly was when Lucifer had taken you to one of your appointments. He was very gentle with you, leading you through doors and making sure you sit down because at this stage you were constantly sore and Lucifer must’ve figured that out. At the appointment the doctor had even complimented your relationship.

“Y’know, my partner wasn’t nearly as attentive as your husband is when I was pregnant. You must feel very lucky,” your doctor complimented.

You were thrown back at the compliment and this was the first time that it really hit you how much of a couple the two of you must’ve seen from an outside perspective. However, before you can even say something about it Lucifer beat you to it.

“I’m the lucky one, because she picked me to stay by her side throughout the whole thing. She truly is a lovely person and a wonderful partner,” Lucifer said almost too sweetly.

You almost considered it insincere but later at your house, you realized just how doting he could be to your and your baby by the small, quiet looks he gives you when you’re not looking. That scary singular thought occurred to you because of how your last partner just left you, but seeing how comfortable and loving Lucifer has become around you, you became hopeful at the prospect of Lucifer loving you back.

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Those kind thoughts, the excitement of Lucifer seeing your little lovebug coming and the new nursery that Lucifer gifted you with got you through your pregnancy and through the actual deliver. For when it came and you went you were in love with your little lovebug bundled in your arms and Lucifer being with you throughout the whole birth which although stressed out and screaming during you were very grateful towards him afterwards. Although he just hushed you and kissed your forehead when you tried to speak them out.

He was always stroking a hand, arm, or leg to make sure that you were comfortable throughout your stay in the hospital and you thought you would just cry at the kind gestures which you think you did multiple times.

As you came back to your house for the first time since your delivery with your lovebug in your arms as you enter you felt a wave of relief as you got your baby to sleep. You slouched onto the couch as you turned the baby monitor on, you see Lucifer come over with a mug of ginger tea being handed to you. It smelled divine to you as you gave your thanks to him.

“Thank you so much for everything this whole year,” you said.

“Oh it was an absolute pleasure, love. I quite enjoyed spending time with you,” Lucifer replied.

You hummed back at him as you sat back in a comfortable silence sipping your tea. A feeling of familiarity and warmth came over as you sat next to him. You wanted to voice how you felt but it got caught in your throat everytime you went to speak so you decided against the idea and went back to sipping your tea.

Lucifer sensing something was off took the mug from your hands seeing you finished it and turned you towards him.

With a soft smile he asked, “Is there something you want to say, love? It looks like you are far away from me.”

“I don’t know, Lucifer,” you shrugged hoping that he’ll let it go, but he stays persistent.

“Oh come on now, don’t make me use my interrogation trick on you,” he whispers with a smirk on his face.

“I-I’m just scared, I guess” you half-lied.

“Scared?”

“Yeah, I guess I became comfortable with you always around and how safe you’ve made me feel throughout the whole pregancy and now that my little lovebug is here. I’m just scared on how I will be on my own now. If I’m gonna be a good enough parent, things like that,” you confessed now twisting your fingers on your lap not looking at him anymore.

There was a couple of seconds with just silence as you heard Lucifer move but didn’t want to look up as you stared at your lap. Than you saw him in your peripheral get closer and felt two hands gently frame your face urging to look up, so you did. You saw Lucifer’s face with such a look of love and adoration you practically melted in his hands, it was also patient as he gives you a bright smile

“Now what on Earth made you think you would be on your own now? I’m not just gonna disappear now that the little bug has shown up. If you want me next to you for a while more, I’d like that. I don’t know if you know darling but I’m quite fond of you and the little parasite.”

“You are?”

“Oh darling, I hope this doesn’t come to haunt but stop me if I misread this,” he said as he moves even closer than before and leaning down.

Your breath hitched and eyes fluttered shut as you felt him crowd around you and he pressed his lips softly on yours. So softly that you thought it wasn’t happening at all until he nipped your lip and pulled a gasp from you. You finally moved your hands from your lap and grabbed his shirt to pull him as close as two bodies can get. He gently caressed your head as his other hand landed on your waist. The kiss was becoming multiple as he laid you down carefully on the couch as he continued to kiss you.

You finally had to pry away for a breath as you looked up at him, as he framed you, you gently caressed his face and watched as he gave you another bright smile and kissed your wrist. The smile turning into a smirk as he felt your pulse stutter at the contact.

“In case it wasn’t clear,” he whispers leaning down so your foreheads are touching, “I love you sincerely and wholly. I want to be in your and your baby’s lives more permanently than some caretaker if you let me.”

“Oh Lucifer, I love you too, I would love for you to be a part of me and my lovebug’s life,” you said leaning up to seal the confession with a loving kiss.

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sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine · 2 years ago

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That Kind of Love

First of the (belated) Valentine’s Series!!!

Pairing: Jake x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

CW: 18+, minors DNI. (spoilers) slight exhibition, fingering, oral (both f!recieving) lingerie, alcohol, slight stocking/lingerie kink, katoptronophilia (mirror kink), unprotected sex (DON’T DO IT)

{Author Commentary: The title is a lyric from Dinner & Diatribes. And I fear there may be casualties :) }

The ice in your glass clinked softly as you absentmindedly twirled your cocktail straw. As you sat at the hightop of the lux hotel bar, your mind was playing out the potential of the night to come. A warm hand traced a line down your mostly bare back as a familiarly playful voice sounded behind you. “Hello there, stranger.” You turned on your stool, the dark red silk of your long, slitted dress fluttering in the air. Jake took in your appearance, his hand remaining on your back. He was fresh from a show, dressed in street clothes but with lingering evidence of perspiration around his hairline, and in the strands that fell from his loose bun. “You look lovely-” he started, but you had already slipped your hand around the back of his neck, bringing him in for a kiss. When your lips parted after a moment he spoke against them, lowly, just to you “I should shower, can I get the room key?” You leaned into his neck, getting a taste of his salty skin and inhaling his heady musk and day-old cologne before sighing jokingly, “If you must…” You both chuckled as you pulled away to retrieve the keycard from your purse.

You tucked the card into his shirt’s breast pocket “10th floor, room 1029.” He smirked at you, retrieving it. His hand left your back, reaching around you to pick up your drink. He stole a sip, keeping his eyes on yours before giving you another sweet kiss, and placing it back in your hand. “Don’t worry doll, I’ll be right back,” he said as he grabbed his overnight bag and started walking backwards towards the elevator. You watched him go, taking another sip and smiling to yourself in anticipation. They were in the middle of a string of shows, opening for an older band. But the two of you hadn’t spent a valentine’s day apart since you started dating, and this year would be no different. You were insistent on planning everything, so he wouldn’t stress himself out during the tour. You’d booked a hotel room specifically for that night, in part because you knew the state his touring room was likely in, and because you had some specific plans for tonight, that would require a specific room.

You sipped your drink lazily till you got the notification that the table you'd booked at the hotel's restaurant was ready. You closed your tab and picked up your small purse, making your way to the restaurant. You found the table, a cozy, booth with tufted high back seats and a round table. Jake was sure to love this, the low lighting, candles on the table, and lush velvet on the seats. You sat down and were about to text him when a waiter approached with a bottle of wine and two glasses. You set down your phone, your smile growing as he explained it was sent to you 'from Sir J. Kiszka, with his apologies for the delay'. Your cheeks grew a bit red as you thanked the waiter and nodded when he offered to open it. You didn't bother doing a trial sip, he knew what you liked, and it was sure to be quality. He loved going ‘all out’ for these occasions. The waiter poured the two glasses and asked if you needed anything else, but you said you'd wait for your partner to arrive.

You looked over the menu, thinking it might be a night for some shared appetizers and sides since you certainly didn't have the patience for multiple courses. A figure approaching in your peripheral caught your eye and you looked up, instantly beaming. There he was, in all his splendor. He was dressed in well-fit trousers and an, of course, partially unbuttoned charcoal grey shirt. His medallion necklace gleamed on his chest, and his hair hung in loose fluffy waves. He'd taken the time to dry it, so as not to be upstaged. He slid into the other side of the booth, sidling up next to you so you were both slightly facing each other, slightly facing out towards the rest of the room, from your own little corner. He placed a hand on your thigh as he leaned in to greet you with a kiss. Another olfactory profile of Jake surrounded you; this one consisting of his woodsy shower products, a smokey classic cologne, a hint of mint in his kiss, and him, of course -your favorite note. Your hand rested over his under the table and he seemed to savor the wine on your lips. He pulled back, smiling as he reached for his own untouched glass. “How is it?” He swirled the wine in his cup before taking a sip. “Delicious. Excellent taste you have, Sir,” you said as you grinned at him, maintaining his playful eye contact. He set his cup down, “Yep, that is good. ...Did you have dinner orders planned?“ he settled in more, sipping his cup again, not bothering with the menu. He knew not to fight you when you had a plan in mind, and you loved that about him. It was good for him to give up the reins now and then. “I was thinking something light, they have a tapas sampler, ‘little bit of everything’ type appetizer.” “Sounds perfect.”

After placing your order you took your cup and settled into his side a little more. The two of you chatted about your day, his show, and the tour so far, as well as your coming out for the final show so the two of you could get away for a few days before going home together. When the food arrived you ate and made each other laugh. As you made your way around the variety of spreads and flatbreads, cheeses, and roasted vegetables, you each declared the latest one the best one, holding out a bite for the other between sips of wine. After you’d filled each of your glasses with the last of the wine, you settled back in the booth, facing him. You hooked your adjacent knee over his so your thigh was slightly elevated. The slit silk of your dress slid back a bit more, revealing your upper thigh. Jake took his glass as you handed it to him before his eyes fixed on the bare skin above the stockings. His hand rested on your knee before his fingertips trailed lazily up your inner thigh. His touch was featherlight and torturously slow, inching up a bit each time before trailing back. “D’you want to order dessert?” he asked casually, his eyes returning to yours as his hand continued it’s minimal progression. You were too focused on his fingertips about to brush your underwear, and the reaction you were anticipating. You paused, your lips opening slightly as your eyes tore away from his hand to meet his. “I don’t think we’ll make it that long…” he tilted his head slightly, at the perceived challenge before his hand made the final edge forward to trace his middle finger up the center of your panties.

At least, that’s what he’d expected, a thin fabric, probably of the silk or lace variety to tease you over. What he didn’t expect was for his finger to slip between two thin pieces, perfectly tailored to allow his fingertip to slip into your warmth. His breathing stalled and he registered your wet warmth. A fire lit behind his warm brown eyes as the corners of his lips curled into a smirk. “What were you planning to do with these?” his voice was low again, only meant for your ears. “Oh, my plan is playing out perfectly...” you breathed as he extended his finger to trace the length of your heat, up to your clit. Now your breath was stalling as you waited for him to move. Your eyes were still locked as he let out a short laugh. His hand retreated to grab your inner thigh, hiking it up higher on his thigh as he shifted closer. He leaned into your ear as his grip remained tight on your thigh, “We're definitely ordering dessert.” You smiled, biting your bottom lip before taking a sip of your wine. “What are you feeling?” the innuendo was not unintended.

You felt him smirking against your ear. “My hands are a little busy at the moment…” his finger dipped between your folds again “can you get the waiter’s attention?” Heat began creeping up your neck as you cleared your throat and set down your glass. You scanned the room, making eye contact with an approaching waiter. Jake sat up slightly, his finger curling to nudge into you. Your adjacent hand quickly dropped to hold his wrist. It would look inconspicuous to anyone on the other side of the table, beyond the draped white tablecloth. It probably looked like you were holding hands on the seat between you, ‘wouldn’t that be sweet?’ The waiter stepped up to the table, both of you giving him hopefully natural-looking smiles. “How was everything?” he asked cheerily. “Amazing,” you answered, keeping it short. “Absolutely delicious,” Jake said. You could hear his smirk, you didn’t even have to look. “Great! Can I get this cleared up and bring you a dessert menu?” You felt Jake's finger start to curl inside you. “Yeah, that would be great!” you bit your tongue after that enthusiastic response. Jake’s finger continued its slow teasing curls as the table was cleared. You tried to focus on breathing naturally. “And will you want drinks with dessert?” the waiter asked as he piled on the last plate. You blinked a few times before opening your mouth to reply. “-I think we’re good, still have some wine to finish” Jake answered for you as forming a basic sentence seemed beyond lost on you momentarily. You nodded in agreement, smiling at the waiter again as he nodded and carried the plates off.

As soon as he was a safe distance away you loosened your death grip on Jake’s wrist, letting out a sigh and closing your eyes. His finger retreated, a second one joining it in slipping through your folds, gathering your increasing wetness before gliding up to your clit, adjusting his angle till he brushed over it in a way that resulted in a jolt. Your legs instinctively went to pull together but his far hand rested on your elevated knee, keeping it hooked over your thigh. You bit your lip, taking a steadying breath through your nose. “That was pretty good… Are you gonna be that composed when he gets back with the menu?” Jake asked, his voice lightly teasing. You let out a breathy laugh, that threatened to turn into a whine, “Not if… you keep that up…” “Hmh.” He pressed a quick peck to your cheek, “Then just keep my fingers warm for me, babe.” Jake slipped the two fingers down into you, keeping them curled but still. “Heads up-” He whispered, nodding toward the approaching waiter. Your eyes shot up, your hands lacing and resting on the table as you gave the waiter a smile. “Here you are,” he handed you the dessert menu, “and I’ll be back in a few to take your order.” “Thank you.” As he walked away you set down the menu in front of Jake and reached for your wine glass, taking a slow sip. He picked it up, lifting his hand off your knee. You leaned over to look at it, placing your hand between his legs. You smirked as you felt the heat radiating from his half-hard cock. “What are you in the mood for?”. He grunted quietly at the subtle pressure of your hand. “Hmm, something sweet …and creamy.” You snorted at his heavy-handed innuendo before scanning the list. “Ooh, there’s a tiramisu… ” You turned your head to actually look at him dead-on for the first time in a while. His face was closer than you remember, his eyes were locked on you, taking in your features. He licked his lips as his eyes landed on yours “Whatever you want, doll.” You lifted your hand from his lap, placing it on his far cheek to bring him in for a kiss.

You pulled away when you heard footsteps approaching. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, did you get a chance to decide?” he smiled at you both, and your seemingly innocent displays of affection. “Tiramisu please” you smiled, handing him the menu back. “-To go. And could we get the check please?” Jake tuned in. “Of course!” the waiter replied before he was off again. Jake immediately leaned in again, catching your lips in another kiss. You slipped your hand off the table again, giving him another squeeze. You felt his brow crease as his forehead rested against yours. “Hang in there..” you cooed, “it’ll all be worth it.” He chuckled, flexing his fingers inside you as a little reminder. You’d grown acclimated to their presence, and took in a sharp breath and his palm simultaneously rubbed over your clit. You attempted to press into it for more friction. His palm pulled away, leaving room for the side of his thumb to begin circling your clit. Even at this limiting angle, his dexterity from 20+ years of guitar made it nothing less than pleasurable. You brushed your thumb along the lip of his head, watching his eyes flutter closed. You’d pulled your face away slightly to appreciate his moment of lapsed composure. “Did you like the room I picked?” you asked casually, continuing to tease your thumb over his head. “I… didn’t really get a long look at it… didn’t want to waste time. -But I’m sure it’s great.” “You’re gonna love it.” you said before nodding at him to look up as the waiter exited the kitchen with your boxed tiramisu a black leather check holder.

Jake’s hand retreated from you fully for the first time since you’d sat down. You unhooked your leg from his, crossing your legs to fight the newly cold, empty feeling. Your hand left his lap as you both composed yourselves. He got out his card to pay before the waiter even made it to the table, clearly impatient. You giggled, hugging his arm and resting your chin on his shoulder as he put in his card and handed back the check holder. You both sipped the last of your abandoned wine, sharing a conspiratory laugh till the waiter returned with his card. You picked up the bag that held your to-go container as Jake hastily signed the check and you both thanked the waiter before scooting out of the booth. You hooked your elbow around his, the bag swinging from your other hand as the two of you made your way to the elevator. Once you were both thankfully alone inside the elevator, he turned to you. He held your jaw as he kissed you against the mirrored wall of the elevator. You dropped the bag to the floor, taking his hips to pull him into you more. “Hey, careful, I’m actually gonna eat that later” he grinned against your lips, referencing your hasty discarding of the dessert. You both laughed. You leaned into his ear, “me first.” you whispered before biting playfully at his earlobe.

As the elevator dinged he grabbed the bag before you could, guiding you by your lower back to the room. He unlocked the door, holding it open for you to float in. You walked backwards towards the main bedroom area of the suite. He followed, placing the dessert in the minifridge without taking his eyes off you. “So… “ the timber of his voice as he slowly stalked towards you in the dim light sent a delicious shiver down your spine “something special about this room you thought I’d like?” You backed against the outside wall, feeling behind you for the seam in the curtain. You held up a remote you’d grabbed off the bed and pressed a button. The curtain behind you parted, each side retreating to an opposite corner of the room, revealing the two walls that formed the corner of the building were floor-to-ceiling windows. “I thought you might appreciate the view…” The cityscape glittered behind you as you tossed the remote on the bed, reaching behind you to pull the short zipper on the back of your dress, letting it slip and pool on the floor. You leaned back against the cool glass as Jake stood a few feet away, taking in your black lace garter belt set that perfectly matched the panties he’d been introduced to at dinner.

Once his eyes had taken their time, committing your image to memory seemingly, he stepped over to you. His lips had curled at the corners in a positively devilish expression as he skimmed a finger under one of your garter straps. “So…” the tip of his nose brushed the side of your cheek “you want to get fucked against these windows?”. You just smiled up at him, tilting your head, hoping he’d take the bait of your elongated neck. He hummed low in his chest giving pursing his lips slightly and giving a small nod. “Interesting time to start playing coy,” his free hand trailed around to your lower back before slotting itself where the curve of your ass was pressed to the glass. He took a firm handful, his warm palm feeling amazing on your cooled skin as he pressed your hips firmer to his. “-After I’ve fingered you in a restaurant?” he murmured in your ear.

You sighed as his lips finally dipped below your ear, your hand sunk into his hair at the back of his neck, holding him to your neck. “So, are you gonna show ‘em all how good you are to me?” you asked. Jake smiled against your now damp, kiss-flushed neck. “Yeah, babydoll.” Your free hand had started tugging the hem of his shirt from his pants, desperate for more skin-on-skin. He took over, stepping back a bit to finish the remaining buttons and tossing his shirt aside. You impatiently reached for his belt, deftly unbuckling it and pulling it from the loops of his trousers with a dramatic swish. He watched you amusedly but stopped your hands when you reached to undo the button of his pants. He chuckled at your frustrated huff as he undid and slipped off his pants, leaving him in a form-fitted pair of deep blue boxer briefs. Maybe he sensed that you would've immediately dived into his pants without taking them off fully, -you couldn't deny that.

Once he was free of his pants, your arms immediately encircled his waist. One of them splayed on his warm skin, pulling him against you. The other slipped under the band of his briefs, over the full swell of his ass, giving it an appreciative squeeze. He chuckled before pulling your arms around to rest your hands over his shoulders. Then he was dropping to his knees. He kept one leg at a ninety-degree angle, forming a platform as he lifted one of your legs to rest your foot on his thigh. He trailed his hand tantalizingly slow up your stocking-clad calf, then up the underside of your thigh before his dull nails sunk into the soft flesh, where the bare skin swelled beyond the lace edge of the top of the stocking. As he tipped his head to press a kiss to your elevated knee, you combed back the hair that threatened to obscure his face. His features were soft, his expression almost meditative as he kissed the inner side of your knee, then nuzzled your inner thigh. He held up your thigh, dropping his own leg to get closer. He exhaled, the heat permeating the thin nylon before his open mouth closed over it, kissing your inner thigh. He hiked your calf over his shoulder so it hung down his back, bringing his face even nearer to your center. His kisses trailed over the lace edge and, finally, his lips ghosted over your bare skin. Your excitement was growing with each second, just waiting for his beautiful lips and sweet tongue to embrace you. The tips of his fingers trailing through your folds brought a whimper from you. His teeth sinking into the hypersensitive point of your innermost thigh turned it to a moan as your hands tightened in his hair. His thumb started stroking small deliberate circles over your clit as you felt two familiar fingers slide into you. You still wanted his mouth but it was a welcome relief from the unbearable anticipation. His mouth was stalled, licking over the area he’d just inflicted with his teeth, worshipping it with light kisses as his fingers kept you -almost- satisfied.

“Jake- I need you- ” You whined. He chuckled, giving the cheek of the leg still draped over his shoulder a squeeze. “I need you too…” he placed a final kiss on your thigh. The true weight underlying his words only made the fluttering in your stomach increase. He looked up at you as he removed his fingers, spreading the parted lace to finally suckle your clit. You sighed, arching away from the glass as his beautiful lips parted further, his tongue welcoming you. “Oh fuck-” you moaned, unable to come up with anything more delicate as pure concentrated pleasure consumed you. Your hand tightened in his hair as your supporting leg threatened to buckle and send you crumbling over him. His hand not holding a firm grip on your ass moved to stroke up the thigh of your supporting leg, holding your hip firmly as his tongue continued its unrelenting coaxing. “Jake-” you truly felt like you had no control left in your legs, despite feeling the force with which your heel was pressing into his back, pulling him impossibly closer. “I’ve got you… just keep saying my name” his voice was deep, silky smooth, and warm against your dampened skin. And you did. His name poured from you in breathy verses till even it became too much for you to articulate. One of your hands shot back, planting on the cool glass with a thud in an attempt to anchor you as you gave in. You were lost to the world for those moments, supported only by his sturdy hands and slowing tongue as you came down.

He gently unhooked your leg from his shoulder so he could stand up. You started pulling down your dampened panties, which you’d thankfully had the foresight to wear over the garter straps so you could keep the stockings on. He helped you step out of them before tossing them aside. He hooked your legs around his waist and leaned you against the glass, supporting you with his hands and the pressure of his hips as he leaned into your neck. He breathed in the smell of your heated skin between kisses before ghosting his lips over your ear. “You still want me to fuck you against this glass, doll?” Your hands held the back of his head and the top of his flexed shoulder as you caught your breath. "Yeah, baby, fuck me good, you always do…". He groaned against your neck and you could feel him pulsing against you. “Oh, I will babe.” He gave your thighs a final squeeze before unwrapping them to steady you on your feet. He slipped off his underwear, kicking it aside. He turned you towards the glass, sliding himself between your thighs. His hands held your hips, pulling them back from the glass a bit so only your chest and the side of your face pressed against it. His length retreated before sliding through your folds again, nudging your clit. You whined at his teasing, wanting the delicious thudding of his hipbones against you to be accompanied by the familiar fullness of him inside you. “Fuck.” he gritted out, sliding through your slick a few more times before reaching between you, and positioning himself. “Are you ready for me baby?” he breathed against your ear. He knew you were, you were dripping for it, but you played into it cause you what it’d do to him. “So ready, please Jake, I need it.” all true, the build-up, though pleasurable, was bordering on unbearable with the need that was growing inside you.

Finally, he slid into you. When he had filled you to the hilt he paused, holding your hips so you were pressed back into him. His open mouth met your neck as you moaned and dropped your head back on his shoulder He was was perfect, all of him, warm and solid. A shaky “please-” from you and he was pressing you against the glass. You gasped at the contact with the cool smooth surface and his momentary retreat before pounding into you. Each thrust satisfied while fueling your need for him. His breathing became rough, almost grunts, as he finally let his body take control, fucking into you with reckless abandon. His hands moved up your sides, greedily indulging in every inch of you. Shameless noises were streaming from you as you surrendered to the fire growing inside you. “Jake-” you reached behind you, gripping desperately at his hip. “I know, baby, I’ve got you. Let ‘em know how good it is.” You rested your forehead on your forearm on the glass, breathing raggedly as the pleasure coursed through you. He’d slowed to a stop, arms wrapped around you as he tried to slow his breathing, waiting for you.

“Take me to the bed.” you panted, feeling like your legs would give out if he let go. He chuckled into your neck before nosing at your shoulder, “You wanna keep going? Ya sure?” “Obviously” you snarked back, but he could hear the smile in your voice. He held your hips steady as he pulled out slowly with a stifled grunt. You turned around so could lift you into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He held you against the glass for a moment, taking in your fucked -literally- state with a beaming smile. It was a look you’d come to know, the same look he gave you when he was about to say he loved you, or was thinking it. He leaned his forehead against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, one holding his shoulder, the other the back of his head as you pulled him in for a soft kiss. It deepened as you dragged your nails across his scalp. “Fuck…” he exhaled, his eyes still closed, forehead still resting on yours, “‘m not gonna last much longer…”. You smiled, securing your arms around him “then let's get to that bed.”

He gave you another quick kiss before lifting you away from the window. He walked the few feet to the bed, giving you a slight toss so you landed in the middle of the bed. You giggled at him as he climbed up the bed towards you. He kneeled between your legs, his hands roaming up your thighs. He leaned over you before sinking into you again with a sigh. He kissed you slowly, taking up an equally slow, but deliciously deep rhythm with his thrusts. His kisses trailed to your neck as he focussed more on the feeling of you. Your eyes flicked to the ceiling, meeting your own gaze in a mirror perfectly positioned on the ceiling over the bed. The final little surprise you’d planned for him that night. Your hands splayed on his shoulders and upper back as you appreciated the view. His damp skin and arching back as he thrust into you were mesmerizing. You’d never been treated to that view before but the way you felt your body reacting, you knew you’d have to find a way to make it happen again. One of your hands moved to his waist before you watched in the mirror as you grabbed his ass, making his leg shake, and his pace stutter.

“Hey, babe-” while his kissing was paused to catch his breath you lifted his face to look at you “I’ve got one more thing for you, look up-” you motioned with your eyes to the ceiling. As he sat up more to crane his neck back. His lust drunk confusion turned to awe. He took in your reflection laid out on the bed. Your hair pooled around your head in a sort of halo, your skin was warmed and glistening and the two of you were still joined at the center. His eyes darted back to your face, met with your devious grin as you watched it set in. “Fuck me, Jake. I wanna watch you cum.” He licked his lips, sitting back on his heels and hiking you up to rest on his thighs a bit. His eyes locked in on where he entered you, bucking his hips up experimentally at the new angle. Your mouth fell open at the new sensation. Your eyes were locked on his face as he stared at the reflection of the two of you, his brows were tented and sweat had started trailing shining contours down the sides of his face and neck. And his sounds, oh his sounds were possibly the prettiest thing to ever grace your ears. They were interrupted as he bit his lip and dropped his head back, breathing heavily through his nose for a moment, newly visible to you in the mirror. His hips thrusted up a few more times in rapid succession as his mouth fell open with a moan. He'd come deep inside you, filling you perfectly as a lingering wave of pleasure washed through you. You were too exhausted to need anything more than to watch him in the mirror. He breathed deeply, the dim light shifting on the shining skin of his elongated chest.

He lifted his head to look down at you. His palms smoothed over your thighs in a slow, repeated pattern as he looked you over, appreciating every bit. You trailed your hands up his forearms, and wrapped them around his neck as he leaned down to kiss you. He held your hips as he softly transitioned them to the bed, pulling out of you. You winced slightly and he kissed your forehead. He lay next to you, draping an arm loosely over you as you both basked in the afterglow, breathing in sync. He nuzzled into your neck and shoulder, mumbling sleepily “Thank you for everything, this was a wonderful valentines day…”. You smiled, carding your nails through his damp hair, “my pleasure… and we still have that tiramisu.” He laughed silently into your neck “Mmm… as long as we can eat it in the bath.” “Not gonna argue with that.” He shifted onto his back slightly, smirking up at the two of you draped over the wrinkled blankets like an intimate oil painting before meeting your eyes in the mirror. “And in the morning… I need you on top.”

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