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simplyholl · 1 year ago

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Birthday Girl

Summary: Loki surprises you for your birthday.

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Sub Loki.

A/N: For @lokisgoodgirl Happy Birthday, my sweet friend. Love you! ❤️

Your heart races as you run down the hall to your apartment. Thor told you that your boyfriend Loki was waiting for you inside with your birthday gift. You finally reach the end of the hallway, turning the knob to let yourself in. You check every room, calling for him. You pause in front of the bedroom door, the first place you should have looked.

You find Loki on the bed, not a stitch of clothing on. Chains wrapped around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides, a black leather collar fastened around his neck. “Happy Birthday, my love. I thought I’d gift you the only thing you’ve ever asked of me.” Control. Loki always was in charge in the bedroom. When you tried to top him, he would growl, flip you over and punish you in the best way.

You quickly shed your clothes, eager to play with your new gift. You slide between his muscled legs, taking his cock between your hands. You pump him slowly at first. When you speed up, he hisses. “You can only cum if you’re a good boy.” You give the ultimatum as your mouth descends on his hard length.

You take him between your lips, tongue swirling over the soft skin. You flatten your tongue, taking as much of him in as you can. He thrusts up, and you stop. “So impatient.” You tease. You lick the pre cum dripping from his tip as he watches you. He follows your gaze to the nightstand. You reach over, pulling your wand vibrator out of the drawer.

“Remember what I said.” You tell him as you power the wand on. You rub it up and down his length. He shutters, moaning your name. You bring him back inside your mouth, locking your lips tightly around him. He squirms as you move the wand over his stomach, down his thighs, and finally up to his balls. He says your name in warning. “Darling!” He shouts as you rub a particularly sensitive spot with the wand.

“You’re being so loud. I know the perfect way to shut you up.” Tossing the wand aside, you make your way up his torso, admiring how good he looks in chains. This was an image you would never forget. You place your legs on either side of his head, lowering yourself onto his mouth.

He licks a fat stripe up your center. You squeeze your thighs tighter around his head as he uses the tip of his tongue to flick your clit. The skilled muscle swipes and swirls against you expertly. You use the pad of your thumb to caress his cheek as he eats you. Your other hand toys with the collar around his neck. You don’t think he’s ever been hotter and the man is sex on legs. Your orgasm sneaks up on you. You buck against his face riding it out, tugging on the collar.

You move back down his body, gliding his weeping cock through your folds. You moan when it hits your clit. You can’t wait anymore, you have to have him inside you. You sink yourself down on him. He stretches you deliciously, and you haven’t put all of him inside you yet. Even though you had slept with him before, you would never get used to how full you felt every time.

When your hips meet, and he’s settled all the way inside you, you both exhale. You bounce on him, loving the way he’s squirming under the chains. Under normal circumstances, he would have both hands on your hips, using you how he wants. But tonight, it’s all about what you want. You pinch your nipples between your thumb and index finger, moaning every time you sink back down on him.

“I’m so close. May I please cum, my beautiful birthday girl?” He asks, you know he’s lacing his plead with sweet words so you’re more likely to give in. You continue riding him, taking a strand of your hair between your fingers, twirling it like a schoolgirl. “Since you asked so nicely…. No.” You giggle wickedly as he groans at your answer.

You lean down, stomach flush to the chains. You tighten around him, loving the way the cold chains feel against your sensitive nipples. You kiss his jaw, sucking above the collar hard enough to mark him. Loki whimpers when you pull on the collar, and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world. “I wish it was my birthday every day.” You think out loud. Loki chuckles. “You have me chained for one night, and already you wish for more. My greedy girl.”

You grasp his shoulders to steady yourself, grinding down on him. This angle makes his cock hit that sweet spot that makes you scream. Your legs tremble each time he drags against it. You feel your climax building. You look at the powerful man underneath you. He trusted you enough to let you have him like this. He shakes from trying to hold himself back from ripping out of the chains. A part of you wishes he would. You bounce harder, “Cum for me, my good boy.” He thrusts up, sending you over the edge with him. “I love you, my birthday girl.”

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veltana · 3 months ago

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Such a bad day

✦ Pairing: Ari Levinson/Fem!Reader/Jake Jensen ✦ Word count: ~2,2k ✦ Rating: Explicit ✦ Warnings/tags: Fluff and smut... that's basically it! Also, pwp, oral (fem receiving), vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie. ✦ Summary: You're moping because it's raining but Ari and Jake know how to turn that frown into something else. ✦ Note: This is my very late entry for @bigtreefest's Summer Lovin’ 300 Follower Celebration and I chose the prompt rain spoils your summer outdoor plans. It turned out so much dirtier than I intended, but in my defense I was suffering from The Hornies 🙈 As always, reblogs, comments and ask are very welcome!

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With a sigh, you stare out through the large windows at the pouring rain, arms crossed, frowning, as if your displeasure will magically make the storm clear. You're supposed to get ready for the beach, not get ready to sit inside all day.

Just as you're about to sigh again, a pair of strong arms wrap around you from behind.

“Don't look so glum, Sunshine, we'll stay inside and play games instead,” Jake says and rests his chin on the top of your head. “But I looked forward to going to the beach,” you pout. “We're on vacation after all!”

Next, a wide torso blocks your view and tilts your head up with a pair of fingers. Ari's blue eyes meet yours and there is compassion in them, along with what you've learned to recognize as mischief. “I know a few games I would love to play,” his voice is low and you know exactly what it means.

This vacation is for the three of you to have time to be with each other. Between work, them being gone at different times for anything from a few days to months, and not knowing in what capacity they'll come back, it's nice to get out of the city and focus on each other. Right now, they want to focus on you.

Jake chuckles behind you. “How many orgasms can we pull from Sunshine here until she begs for mercy?” He guesses. Ari smiles wickedly in response. “Or how long will it take for her to beg you to fuck her in the ass.”

Jake and you moan in unison, making Ari chuckle. “I bet we can make you forget about the beach in just a few minutes. And if not I'll buy you that car you were drooling over yesterday.”

That is a win-win situation for you and you have no doubt which scenario will win. Jake's hands have already started to travel. Up your arms to your shoulders, lightly squeezing them, before finding the zipper to your dress between your shoulder blades and sliding it down. Ari pushes the straps off and the dress pools at your feet.

“Oh, fuck,” Jake curses. You can’t help the smile splitting your face because you're wearing his favorite panties.

“Sunshine, look at you,” Ari’s fingertips brush the underside of your bare breast, causing the nipple to stiffen to a firm peak. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you naked.”

You place your hand on his cheek and draw your thumb over his beard in a caress. “Right back at you.”

The sweet moment is interrupted by Jake’s mouth descending on your shoulder, kissing and nipping. Your eyes flutter shut with a moan. Ari grips your hand and kisses the inside of your palm, then down your wrist and upper arm. You’ll never grow tired of feeling their lips on you, it makes you melt, and it’s as if you don’t have care in the world.

Together they shower you with kisses and love bites, letting their hands explore your skin. It's nothing new for them but they still act like every inch of skin is newly discovered. There is thunder in the distance, and the rain is getting more intense, but you’re certainly no longer thinking of the spoiled beach trip. There is a pulse in your body that encompasses all.

Jake turns your head carefully, claiming your mouth thoroughly before releasing you to Ari, who does the same, before Jake starts walking backward, taking you with him while Ari follows. Ari breaks away from you as Jake sits on the couch and you fall into his lap. “Sunshine,” he says low in your ear. “I wanna fuck your ass.”

Both you and Ari laugh. It’s no secret how much Jake loves that, and you do too, especially if Ari is inside you at the same time.

“Patient, Jake,” Ari huffs and kneels between your legs, pulling off your panties. Jake spreads his thighs, taking yours with him, and in a heartbeat, you're open for Ari’s taking. “I need to have my fill first.”

He lifts your foot and kisses your ankle, caressing and massaging your thigh before his lips travel up the soft skin on the inside. He places it on his shoulder before leaning in.

A high-pitched whimper leaves you when Ari’s mouth lands on your pussy, but he won’t let you just get what you want. His touch is maddeningly light, just enough to make your clit throb uncomfortably hard.

Jake’s hands cup your breasts, squeezing just the way you like it before pinching your nipples. “Or let me come all over your tits.” Jake knows you love it when they come on you, mark you in the most primal way.

At that moment, Ari chooses to softly suck your clit into his mouth. “Whatever you want!” you moan loudly. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly they make you a blubbering mess, ready to do anything to have your release.

Ari’s tongue is doing devilish things to your cunt. Then he picks up the pace and a second later, two fingers plummet into your cunt. “Fuck!” you moan. “Yeah, I agree,” Jake’s face is right beside yours, watching as he casually plucks at your nipples. “He’s so good at that. Love it too!” You feel him smirk as he continues. “Loves the taste, the feel. Love you.”

“Ahaa! Love-love you too. Please make me come! Please please please!” It’s hard to stay still when you’re this close to coming. The nerves in your body are like fireworks. It’s too much, almost painful and you want to get away from it at the same time you want to press Ari's face into you and grind on his tongue. Luckily, Jake is strong and keeps you pressed against him with one hand splayed over your sternum and the other at the base of your throat.

When you shatter you do it with a cry of Ari’s name, his lips and fingers work you through it just as expertly as he made you come.

Blissed out you lean heavily against Jake, nuzzling into the side of his neck, thinking Ari's going to fuck you now. But his mouth never leaves, lapping all over your cunt, sucking his fingers clean before plunging his tongue into your hole.

“Ari,” you whine. But Jake hushes you and you're subjected to the torture of Ari pulling another two orgasms from you before they show you mercy.

Ari kisses your thighs, up your stomach and finally your lips. It tastes of you but you don't mind. As soon as he's done, Jake turns your head and you give him your mouth. He groans as he sucks on your tongue. Your moan mixes with a giggle at his silly little antic.

Ari smiles as he sits at the corner of the couch, legs spread. “Now Sunshine, you get to decide. Pussy and mouth or pussy and ass?”

You whine in protest. Ari's dick is so heavenly thick to have in your throat while Jake fucks you, but the thought of being dp'd with their fat cocks is a sensation there is no match for.

You crawl over to Ari, sitting on his thighs and unbuttoning his pants before leaning your head onto his chest and looking over your shoulder. “Get the lube Jake,” you say and wiggle your butt at him.

He stands up and tears open a pocket in his cargo shorts to pull out a tube you recognize. His shit-eating grin is so cute and hot. It cracks you right up. Ari isn't immune to it either and smiles as Jake starts to strip.

The laughter stops in your throat as Jake's gaze takes on that dark look that makes you weak. Biting your lip you turn to look up at Ari, his eyes looking much the same. His large hands come up and caress your sides. “Take out my cock,” he orders softly. A shiver runs through you as you do as he says. The weight in your hand is as exciting as it's comforting.

Jake's palms slide over your cheeks, parting them and groaning. “Ari, put your cock in, I wanna see you fill her cunt.” His voice is wrecked. “You heard him, Sunshine. You know what to do.”

Sitting up straighter you raise yourself, but before doing as they ask you make sure to swipe Ari's tip over your soaked cunt, slicking him up, teasing him as he did you earlier. “Fuck!” He moans. “You made me so wet, Ari! Jake could probably use it to fuck my ass.” “Don't tempt me,” Jake almost growls.

Then you lower yourself on Ari's cock and sink down easily. “That's so good!” You close your eyes and lean your head back, rocking back and forth. “Such a good girl Sunshine, taking my cock so well,” Ari murmurs and lifts his hip, fucking into you. “Gonna be just as good and take Jake too?”

You nod, but continue to move while Jake uncapps the lube. You stop with great effort, leaning into Ari, and look at Jake. Jake always prepares you perfectly. He makes sure to go slow and it never hurts. The problem is that you think you’re ready way before he does. “I can take it now Jake,” you urge while grinding your clit against Ari. But he only tsks at you and adds more lube before pressing in a third finger, moving and scissoring them. Your entire body trembles, from restraint and excitement. It’s to the point where it’s almost too much again. You need him inside too, or you’re going to die! “Please, Jake, please. It’ll fit, I promise!”

“Damn, Sunshine, don’t stay shit like that,” but he pulls out his fingers and slicks himself up generously with lube. As he presses inside your eyes roll back into your head. Your whole body vibrates with pleasure from being so full. “Is it too much Sunshine?” Ari asks as he observes you, but you shake your head. “I'm good, I'm good, don't stop!” All three of you are panting by the time Jake bottoms out. He keeps cursing under his breath about it being so tight. You take a few deep breaths, then move.

The first time it happened both Jake and Ari came incredibly fast, almost embarrassingly, but they made it up to you until they were ready to go again. It's not something you do often, it's an indulging treat for the three of you.

The movements are small but not much is needed anyway. Jake keeps cursing between the moaning and grunting. Ari's fingers keep flexing on your hips, he's itching to take over but he knows to wait for you.

A tingling feeling starts building, but you know it’s much better when they get you there. You relax, staying still, and without needing to tell them they take over. It’s as if they’re telepathic, or maybe they have just been together long enough to just know, because they move in perfect sync. One slides out while the other slides in.

“Damn, Sunshine, this is so good. You don't even understand!” Jake pants. With a whine, you look at him over your shoulder. There is a thin sheen of sweat on his upper body and his glasses are askew. Bracing yourself on Ari’s chest, you beg, “Kiss me, Jakie!” He leans in and obliges without faltering his pace, licking into your mouth and playing with your tongue. “Keep doing that, she's so tight,” Ari says between clenched teeth. Then he pinches your nipple, making you cry out into the kiss.

“You sound so sexy,” Jake tells you when he takes a breath. “I wanna make you scream the whole day, until the neighbors call the cops.” “Mhm! Mhm! Mhm!” you nod. “I'm so close, Sunshine!” Ari tells you. “But I need you to come first. I want you to squeeze me like a vice when I fill your sweet cunt.”

You angle your hips, making sure your clit rubs against Ari's pelvis. His blue eyes are almost black from lust as you use him to chase your orgasm. “So close!” you say. “Yeah, I know you are. Come on Sunshine, let us hear you come, let us feel your body shake with it.” Ari rumbles. “Fuck, that's good,” Jake's thrusts get more intense, his hips meeting your ass with loud slaps.

You concentrate on the sensation, letting the heat swell in your center, and spread through your limbs, making your arms and legs shake. It surges until it’s as if you're going to lose your mind and then it crashes through you like a tidal wave, pushing a scream out through your mouth, your body seizing with the force. Jake is right behind you with a curse of your name, and then Ari thrusts up hard into you and comes with a growl.

The rain patters on the window as you collapse against Ari's chest and the three of you catch your breath. Afterward, you cuddle on the couch, leaning against Jake with your feet in Ari's lap. A movie plays on the TV but you barely notice it. You feel sated and warm. They absolutely made you forget about the spoiled breach trip and it wasn't such a bad day after all.

#essie’s summer lovin’ 300 follower celebration #essie’s 300 follower special #summer lovin’ celebration #veltana writes #ari levinson #jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen smut #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x reader x jake jensen #jake jensen x you #ari levinson x you #jake jensen x female reader #ari levinson x female reader

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sweetlummie · 9 months ago

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Pretty Pink Bows

Mood board by me! In no way is the image supposed to depict reader, I just put the image to show how her bows were styled/are like

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Joel Miller x fem!plus size!reader

A/n: I’m back with another fic! This was inspired by me actually trying the bow look with ribbon I bought from Walmart- haha! Huge s/o to @romanarose for proofreading! Ilysm 💗💗 This fic was made with game!joel and show!joel in mind! As always constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 🫶🫶💗💗 (reupload to see if it shows on tags bc tumblr is fucking me hardcore rn.)

Warnings: implied age gap but it isn’t noticeable, blowjob, light bondage, unprotected piv, cream pie, if I missed anything please lmk

W/c: 1.1k+

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When you went out for patrol, you had brought home a spool of reasonably clean pink ribbon and had waited til the next day to try them on. You got ready for the day and took the time to tie the cut long pieces of ribbon into your hair, hoping Joel would like them.. you hoped it didn’t make you look silly or like a pet, but when you looked at yourself in the mirror and you just looked so pretty! You couldn’t wait to show Joel. When you descended the stairs, Joel was already making breakfast. Quietly, you walked in and hugged him from behind making him chuckle.

“Mornin’ sweet girl…” he drawled out as he turned around to embrace you. As he did that, he got a good look at what you were wearing and my god, did you look so sweet and adorable. His mouth went slack and he felt himself grow hard in his jeans.

“Hey..” You whispered as you looked up at him, noting his reaction. You weren’t sure if it was good or bad.

“You okay?” You asked as you let go of him and stepped back.

“Oh baby, ya look so pretty…” he said as he approached, wrapping his arm around your thick waist. He leaned down and gave you a big kiss, the kiss growing more heated as the seconds passed.

Joel’s kiss was a fiery one, his tongue all the way inside your mouth and causing you to moan as you began sucking his tongue. After a while of making out, you both pull away, panting.

“Fuck sweet thing.. I need your pretty lips ‘round my cock. I need ‘ta watch ya suck my dick with those pretty little pink bows ya got on.” Joel said as he twirled his finger around a lock of your hair.

Nodding, you did as he asked and sank to your knees, palming his bulge.

“Fuck pretty girl.. don’ tease now..” He groaned as he clutched onto the back of your head by your hair, careful not to mess up your bows.

You took his throbbing cock out of his jeans and licked the tip. The taste was salty, but it was a taste you could never get tired of. You began to slowly take him into your mouth as you played with his balls.

Joel grunted as he slowly rocked his hips into your mouth, causing you to gag and tear up.

“Fuck me pretty girl.. look so gorgeous chokin’ on my dick..” he grinned wickedly as he held your head still, fist full of your hair as he began fucking your face.

You whined as he got rough with his touch, but the way he fucked your mouth made you so wet you had to squeeze your thick thighs together.

When his climax approached, he pulled out of mouth and came all over your face, making sure to get them in your bows.

He’s panting now, breathless from his release. “Fuckin’ work of art… now go upstairs ‘n get ready f’me. I have plans for ya baby..” when Joel gave you the order you were bolting up the stairs, licking up some of the cum off with excitement. You got rid of your clothes except your panties and pink tank top you had on that matched your bows.

When Joel got upstairs to your shared bedroom he eyed the spool of ribbon on the dresser. With a smirk he grabbed it and cut off a long piece of the ribbon with the jackknife he kept in his pocket at all times. You watched confused but you trusted him.

With the very long piece of ribbon he walked over to the bed. “Put ya hands together baby..” you brought your hands forward and put them together like he instructed. You were his good girl, and always did as he said.

He tied your hands together in a similar fashion as the bows in your hair, making sure they weren’t too tight, and roughly spread your legs open, ripping your panties down your dripping wet thighs.

“You’re such a lil’ tease ya know that? With your pretty lil’ bows, lookin’ so cute and tasty... ya look even tastier with my cum on your pretty lil’ face.” He got on the bed and brought your thighs to rest on his shoulders.

“Gonna eat this pretty lil’ pussy and fuck ya brains out.” All you could do was nod your head as Joel spread you open and began to lick your wet cunt.

Moaning, you squeezed Joel’s head with your pillowy thighs as he ate you out like a man starved. He fucked your hole with tongue as he brought his thumb to toy with your clit.

It took Joel little time to get hard again. He may be old but seeing you like this- so innocent and cute- got him so aroused. He looked up to see you trembling, with your eyes closed, mewling as your hands strained against the ribbon. You came shakily, squishing his head a bit harder with your thighs. He lapped up your juices before he pulled away.

He looked down at his hard cock and stroked himself. “Such a good baby… look at ya, a mess for my cock.. a mess f’me..” he teased, by this point you needed his fat cock to rock your world some more.

You whined “Joel please…” making him chuckle.

“Ight pretty girl.. I hear ya..”

He lined himself up and slowly thrusted into your entrance making you both moan out before he grabbed your plush hips and began thrusting in and out roughly causing you to cry out. With your eyes closed, you’re reduced to a whimpering mess as Joel does what he pleases with your cunt.

He moved his hand to palm your tit as continued to fuck you. “God baby. So good. So fuckin’ good.” He continued to have his way with you till eventually erupted in your pussy. He came with an animalistic grunt and you with a loud moan. After a few seconds of catching your breath, he slowly pulled out and watched how his cum leaked out of your used hole.

Joel moved his thumb to push his cum back in your pussy and when he pulled it out he brought it to your lips. You quickly licked the mixture of his cum and your juices off of his thumb and he watched with such a tenderness in his gaze it made your heart swell.

He whispers in your ear, breath hot against you. “Ya look so pretty with ya bows on baby.. ya should wear ‘em more often..”

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x plus size reader #joel miller x you

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foxilayde · 1 year ago

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Where’s My Goddamn Money? [Marc Spector x Fem!Vampire!Reader]

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Blood drinking, lack of consent, groping, nudity, suggestive language. Minors DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Marc Spector wants his wallet back.

A/N: I wrote this fic a long time ago, but removed it in a fit of angst shortly after posting. I’ve been thinking about Ula recently because of spooky season and wanted to share her with y’all. I hope you love her as much as I do!

“I know you’re here Dracula, you big fucking nerd. Where’s my Goddamn money?!”

Hurried steps and the swish of a crescent-shaped cape accompany the echoing voice of Marc Spector as he descends the slate steps of your abandoned-chapel-turned-temporary-home. Seems ironic to live in the belly of a place so full of crosses, but it reassuringly houses a small family catacomb, and it just might be the last place anyone would think to look for a vampire… unless they knew who they were looking for. And would you look at that, Spector figured it out.

“Took you long enough, Spector.” You sip your wine, curled up on the velvet divan, the ceiling drips steadily above you, and you couldn’t look more like a fucking vampire if you tried. You look like a boudoir photoshoot they’d sell at an alternative gift shop, and if you were able to appear in photographs, you’d consider posing in a calendar for real. Eternal life has it’s disadvantages certainly, but it is easy on the eyes.

“Where’s my fucking money, Ula? I know it was you.”

He stalks closer to you now with a slow intensity. It’s funny; for how rushed he seemed to be making his way down the steps, he appears to have lost some of his impatience upon reaching his destination. The sight of you totally naked in the candlelight on the blood red velvet fainting couch has the desired stunning effect on poor Marc Spector. His steps grow slower, edging closer to you, but scanning his surroundings now with creeping mistrust. Smart boy.

You pick at a button on the sofa and purse your lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Marc.” You smile wickedly at him, taking another sip from your glass.

Marc’s mask dissolves and he flips back his hood to reveal an unamused angular face, inky curls hanging handsomely over his brow. What a tasty looking treat. And so thoughtful. To bring himself all this way.

“My fucking wallet, Ula. Black. Leather. Full of cash. Ring any bells?”

You put an affronted hand on your bare chest, making sure to caress a nipple with your ring finger while you give him a cartoonishly innocent doe-eyed look “Why, whatever could you mean, mister Spector? Are you accusing me of being a thief?”

“You this lonely, huh? You have to take things of mine to lure me down here. You’re obviously not expecting… company.” He shakes his head and gestures to your curled nude form.

“I’m deeply offended, Marc. I assure you, I did not take your wallet.” You set the wine glass down on the lacquered table, next to the flickering candelabra. “Tell you what” You stalk toward him, very slowly as not to frighten him, “You can even search me if it’ll make you feel better.”

Marc gulps and takes one step backwards for every advancing footfall you trod across the damp stone floor. His back eventually reaches a column and he pauses wide eyed allowing you to slowly and carefully close the distance between your bodies.

You thought an avatar might be a little harder to hypnotize, but he was no more of a challenge than any other man. His eyes are effortlessly tractioned by your own and his jaw loosens in wonder as you step between his legs.

He puts up no fight when you grab his hands and place them on your waist. Oh darkness, his hands are warm, warm and sweet like his candied brown eyes. And fuck, the way his panicked heartbeat vibrates through his hot fingers and into the flesh of your ass? The radiance is akin to the memory of sunlight… you can smell he sun on his golden warm skin. Everything in you screams with a bat-shriek to bite into him now, to suck the sweet life out of his sun-kissed neck, with its thick ropes of tense muscle, fatigued from carrying that pretty head around.

He won’t fight now, not while you’re looking at him like this, but you can’t hold his gaze forever… or perhaps you could. You’d wager your hypnotic gaze could theoretically keep him here for as long as his biology could remain stasis without rest and water— but there’s no chance your patience and lust could wait that long. Not while the throbbing vein in his neck, so thick, so appetizing, is inches from your face. You’ve improved upon your restraint in the last few hundred years, but it’s yet to be perfected. And why wait? You don’t want the stupid bird to come looking for him, do you?

Your eyes are heavy on his own when you purr, “search me, Spector.” He nods like a zombie and his hands are rough on your body, zeroing in on the fleshiest part of you— your bare ass, he squeezes and pulls your cheeks apart and his lip curls like a dog when he growls softly. Whether the vocalizations are a demonstration of pleasure or defiance, you don’t care.

“Ooohh,” Your eyes tighten in mirth and you nearly lose the gaze before you widen them again.

“Good boy, Spector.”

You bite your lip, letting your pearly fangs hook on your bottom lip. He’s delightfully obedient to the gaze. You let your long nails scrape along his scalp, scratching him affectionately before you take a handful of his unruly curls in your grasp.

“Such a good boy that I’m going to let you in on a little secret, okay?”

Marc gives no indication that he understood and he continues to stare dumbly into your eyes and pinch and squeeze the softness of your backside in his warm, wide palms.

You huff impatiently and use the reign of his thick strands to nod his head in agreement for him. You smile with satisfaction. “I did take your fucking wallet, Marc.”

Again, no reaction from him, thoroughly caught in the haze and muck of your sticky spell.

“I took it to lure your cute little butt down here so we could have some fun.”

Still silence, hardly a trace of recognition on his dazed face.

You trace a long fingernail down the side of his cheek, poking up the corner of his mouth into a half-smirk. “Gods, I love a man who knows when to shut the fuck up.” You laugh, scraping your nails gently down his neck and down his suit, to the crescent emblemed breast plate. You nearly, very nearly, break the gaze to look at the plate while you tease your fingertips across it. But your gaze is steady.

“But that’s not the secret, Spector. You knew I took it. The secret is this, and I’ll drain you if you ever tell anyone, but the secret—” You pitch your voice down to a breathy whisper, “You know how mortals have to invite a vampire into their home before we are allowed to enter?”

No response, no matter.

“Well, the opposite holds true for mortals entering a vampire home.”

Again, not a flicker of recognition from him, his thumbs are rubbing needy circles at your backside and the closer you step into him, the more pronounced you can feel the pulsing heat between his legs. Fuck, maybe you should drink from him there. It’s been a long time since you feasted on a femoral artery of a man.

“You see, Spector, once you enter a vampire’s lair, you can’t leave without express verbal permission.” You lick your fangs to punctuate your point. “Like a mouse in a glue trap, I could keep you here as long as it pleases me,” you laugh.

You think you see a subtle widening of his eyes, but it could have been a trick of the candle light.

“Oh don’t be scared, Marc. I’m not going to kill you. Not even going to change you. Just going to take a few good mouthfuls of you, and then I’ll let you go.” Your mouth waters at the visual you’ve painted for yourself. Mouthfuls of his thick pulsing blood, straight from the femoral artery. Christ, you need to feed.

“Does that sound good to you, Marc?” His nostrils flare a bit and you grin. “Oh look at you, baby. You’re excited, I can tell.” You place your palm at the inside of his knee and drag it up, up, up, till it’s resting over the booming ventricle at the center of his thick, warm body, it’s playing a quickening beat and you can feel your fangs grow at the temptation of it.

“Eyes on me, baby.” It’s harder to talk the more your throat fills with the analgesic fluid and your fangs thicken and extend. Your tongue gets hard to control in your attempt to swallow the flood of venom that pools in your mouth. You drop to your knees, never breaking eye contact while you kiss his inner thigh. Your lips are right above the searing pulse point he smells like heaven itself. You rip off his stupid loincloth with impatience. Nuzzling your face into his thighs as best you can while still holding his eyes with your own.

Your bare knees sting slightly on the cold wet floor, You grip onto his thighs, nails biting into the grey linen wrapped coverings while you affectionately nip at his clothed inner leg, never breaking the gaze. In your mad craving, you hardly register as a string of venom drips to the floor from your mouth in a debauched display. You admit you can’t remember the last time you went on your knees like this for a warm suck, but Spector looks delicious from this angle, leant back against the cold stone column, legs obediently spread for you. His hands, unable now to “search” and grope you, are balled into fists at his sides.

Your fangs are at full extension and they grow itchy and painful, if you had any patience left you’d have asked Marc to vanish this part of his suit, but he’s likely capable of fuck-all since the gaze kicked in, so you sink your teeth right through the gauze of his leg coverings, hitting that sweet throbbing vein that’s been calling out to you, begging for relief, begging you to slow its rapid pace down.

Your eyes close in relief and ecstasy, and it’s no matter that they do, the damage is done. You don’t have to hold the gaze any longer, your prey is paralyzed. Though, you think briefly you might enjoy it more if he were able to struggle, to vainly wriggle his thick thighs against your predatory hold. He would be so much fun to play with! To wrestle him down, to fight for your meal— for each suck to drag him further and further away from his own strength… but mortals are so fragile, if it weren’t for the gaze, many would perish from a heart attack before you could get to the meal. Only the most unrefined of your kind ever resort to such discourteous practices when feeding.

He tastes so thick and sweet, and so very very warm, much warmer than a neck bite. The heat of his thighs on either side of your head adds to the burning delicacy, the muscles are more tender down here as well… as much as you had fantasized about the ropey texture of his neck under your lips, this holds its own delights. Sure, you can’t taste the sun, salt, and stubble of his neck— but the flesh down here is soft like butter-seared fois gras. Blood syrupy and warm like hot mead. You don’t want to drink too much, but you don’t want to drink too little either. It’s unlikely Marc Spector will be fooled twice and pay you another visit, so you must savor and make this last as long his blood will hold.

When his heartbeat eventually slows to a resting rate, you make an irate little sound against his blood soaked thigh and force your teeth to pull back into your mouth. Fuck, its so painful to do when your lust isn’t slaked, much easier to just drain him… but a promise is a promise.

You nip your finger and squeeze a few drops of your own blood till it pearls on your skin and you swipe the healing blood onto his puncture wounds, effectively sealing him up. It does nothing for the staining though, and the dark red continent is prominent against the light grey of his suit. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and smile, rising up to your feet. You step in between his legs and snake your arms around his trim waist, planting a bloody kiss on his dazed mouth. He kisses you back faintly, like one might groggily mouth a kiss in their sleep.

“Mmmm, darling, you tasted even better than I dreamed you would.” You wipe of the stain of blood you transferred to his lips with your thumb and you pout at him.

“Baby is tired, isn’t he?”

Marc blinks slowly at you in response, eyes rolling back in delirium, and he heavily collapses into your embrace. Luckily your senses are heightened from having just fed, so you’re able to support his weight with ease and bring him to rest on the divan. You prop him up comfortably. Poor baby is helplessly unconscious… Perhaps you took a tad too much from him? You climb on top of him, still naked, and straddle his limp form to press your ear to his chest.

Still beating. Strong enough.

You sigh with relief. If he was dying you’d have to change him and then you’d have that fucking bird on your ass for turning his avatar. Nearly 600 years old and you still can’t control your lust to a conscionable level. Just imagine, Spector as a vampire! You laugh at the idea and slap his sleeping chest as if he were the one who came up with the thought. “Ha!” He would make a miserable vampire, he’d never have fun with it. No imagination. He’d be the type to be wracked with guilt at every kill. Sad silly boy. A regular Louie du Pointe du Lac, feeding on cats in shame and writing disconsolate letters to no one with his own blood tears. What a mess he would be!

You prop yourself up in a cobra pose on him, forearms and elbows on his breastplate, laying on him fully, the tops of your feet pointed atop his shins. You shake your head at his handsome face and smooth the curls from his brow. For the first time in a long time you have a whim to sleep for a moment… but you can’t, you haven’t slept in nearly 600 years, so you prop your chin on your fist and stare at the pretty avatar while he sleeps, drinking in his slumber with your eyes, savoring the slow rise and fall of his chest.

You reach under the decorative pillow and pull out a black leather wallet. You grin as you tuck it safely in his belt and you kiss his warm cheek before whispering in his ear, “I grant you permission to leave when you wake, Marc Spector.” You rest your head in the crook of his neck, lips teasing his weak pulse point. You sigh when you close your eyes and pretend that you can dream.

END

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thebadgerclan · 1 year ago

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What You Do To Me

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x reader x Kate Sharma

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: They can’t resist you...

Smut!

The look on Anthony’s face as you descended the staircase was priceless. The gown you’d selected for this evening’s ball boasted a near-scandalous neckline, displaying more cleavage than was strictly appropriate. Your hair was curled and tumbled over a shoulder rather than being pinned up, and your lips were painted scarlet. In a word, you looked ravishing. “My darling,” Anthony said, kissing your cheek. “God, you look incredible.” “Thank you, Anthony,” you replied, taking his arm.

“Kate is waiting in the carriage.” You nodded, following him out of the house and to the waiting carriage. Your other lover was waiting inside, gorgeous in a gown of lavender silk, and her eyes widened when she saw you. “Y/N, love, you look…” The Viscountess trailed off, extending a hand to you as you climbed into the carriage. Anthony followed, and a moment later, you were off.

You weren’t sure what led you to dress so seductively this evening: perhaps it was the fact that Anthony had barely looked at you in days, perhaps it was the fact that Kate had been so busy helping her sister in her courtship with the Prince, or perhaps it was simply because you wanted to feel pretty. Whatever the reason, it was clearly working, if the way your lovers were looking at you was any indication.

Anthony had his hand on your thigh, and his hand was slowly creeping upwards. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked, and from the seat across from you, Kate let her foot drag up your leg. “Anthony?” “Don’t pretend, my dear. You know exactly what you’re doing to me.” He took your hand and guided it to his steadily growing bulge, which made you gasp softly.

He pulled you into a deep, needy kiss, and you were drawn into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Let me fuck you, beautiful,” Anthony said against your lips. “Let me have that sweet cunt of yours. Please, love, I won’t make it through the night.” How on earth could you deny him when he was kissing you so sweetly, when he made you so wet from just a single sentence?

You had barely breathed out a “yes” before Anthony was pushing you to your knees, hiking your skirts over your hips, and unfastening his trousers. “Lord, look how wet you are already,” he said, stroking his cock to full hardness before, pushing into you It had been days since he’d fucked you, and you were desperate. “Yes!” you screamed, not caring if the drivers or footmen heard. “Anthony, yes!”

Your lover grinned wickedly, setting a fast pace, and Kate knelt on the floor of the carriage, cupping your face in her hands. “We can’t have you being too loud, can we, love?” You shook your head, and just when you were about to cry out again, she kissed you, swallowing your moans of desire. Distantly, you wondered how you’d attend the ball in such a state, but the feeling of Anthony fucking you and Kate kissing you senseless had all rational thoughts leaving your mind.

“Anthony, please, I…” “Hush,” he chided. “You’ll get what I give you. Kate, darling? Keep our girl quiet.” A wicked glint appeared in the Viscountess’ eyes. “With pleasure, My Lord.” She pulled away from you and resumed her seat, lifting her skirts and baring her cunt to your view. Kate saw the hungry look in your eyes, and she smiled softly. “Go ahead, love.” With her permission, you began licking and sucking at her pussy with abandon.

Only minutes later, you felt your peak approaching, and you moaned in hopes of alerting Anthony. “It’s alright, my sweet,” he cooed, letting his hand rest on your neck. “Come for us, Y/N.” Your cunt squeezed around Anthony’s cock as you came, sending him over the edge, chasing his own pleasure. Kate succumbed to your ministrations soon after, leaving the three of you a panting, sweaty heap on the carriage floor.

One look at you told Kate there was no feasible way you could attend the ball, and there was no way neither she nor Anthony would go without you. The Viscount righted your skirts and helped you to sit, Kate pulling you into her arms. “Where are you going?” you asked, and Anthony squeezed your hand. “To thank our hosts for the invitation but to regretfully inform them that Kate has developed a rather severe headache on the way.” He kissed your cheek, then Kate’s. “I have plans for you two when we get home.”

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cursedmagnificently · 2 years ago

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spit venom, hold my heart ━ karina x fem!reader

Pleading words hang from your lips as they meet merciless ones.

"Aren't you being too greedy?" Scolding voice meets your ears. But can those words have any real meaning when you are already on top of her? Of course you want more. Your kisses keep descending, soft grateful lips on Karina's naked body. Your hand is busy playing with one of her nipples as your mouth plays with the other. Karina excels at never letting you know whether you are pleasing her or not. Blinded by ambition, you aim to get her to moan for you.

Those sweet sounds she makes, you need to earn them. Once your saliva starts to travel down her ribcage you continue wandering down until you reach her pyjamas. Her pale pink silk shorts are almost as soft as her skin, you delight yourself in the feeling of her warmth by putting your head between her legs. Karina gasps as she feels wetness on her but not directly on her skin. You lap her like a hungry dog through her thin layered shorts.

Karina doesn't particularly enjoy any sort of teasing, but she must find some amusement in your actions because all you receive as a repercussion is a low groan and grinding hips. Her back starts to arch as she pushes herself onto your tongue with such a force you have to put your palm on her stomach to keep her in place.

You admire your work with hazy eyes. The patch on her shorts doesn't compare to the wetness between your thighs. But your hands never wander to your body, instead they both grab the waistband of Karina's shorts so you can focus more throughly on her.

"Hey." One simple command has you stopping any movement your hands were making. You look up to her waiting for her next command.

"I told you before." She is no longer laying on the mattress, her back rises from the comfort of her sheets to meet your face. Her legs are open and inviting, but you know better than to act without permission. Her hand goes to your cheek first and then your lips, she cleans the remaining saliva that fell down your chin, "you are too greedy." She plays with the newfound stickiness of her fingers before she starts to run them on her slit. She opens her legs more so you can get a closer look.

The disappointment in your eyes is evident, your pouty lips scream unfair but she only wickedly smiles at your reaction. Perphas this is the consequence of your prior actions. She is a one woman show, there is no real pressure on her fingers, only meaning to provoke you. To see if you will break or continue her cruel game. You lick your lips, unable to move your eyes from the movement of her fingers. Up and down, Karina's index and middle finger keep moving.

"Look at me." You do so without hesitation, knowing what she wants. What she needs. You open your mouth, like the obliging servant you have become. She roughly inserts her fingers on your mouth, moving them from inner cheek to cheek, and then to the back of your throat. Karina doesn't stop until she hears you gag, the sound of your distress makes the sleek of her cunt drip on her sheets. Once she decides you've had enough, her saliva covered fingers return to between her legs only this time she lowers them at her entrance.

Hurriedly, both of her fingers are inside of her in seconds. Your lack of words but desperate whining has Karina giggling, the wet sounds she continues to make only serve to increase your ache. You need to touch her, to please her, to be only one that gets to make her feel good. She doesn't have to use her fingers or any toys because she will always have you at her disposal. Karina already knows this.

She calls for your name. Your hazy eyes move to her face before she has the chance to call for you a second time. She removes her fingers from her cunt before letting you know her next command.

"Eat." You convey thankfulness through your smile before putting your tongue on her cunt. You lick her once, twice and three times before Karina's hand goes to her pussy again. This time she parts both of her lips so you can do a better work. The moment you flatten your tongue on her clit, a small moan escapes her throat.

"You need help?" You nod knowing what's to come. She grabs you by the hair with a forceful hand and you stare at her collecting saliva. She spits on your mouth and you procure not to swallow. Instead, your tongue returns to licking her, more saliva dripping on her sheets, this time at a relentless pace. Karina's game might be enjoyable but she can only endure so much before needing to cum. Her telling was her roughness. When she meets with you with force, that's how you know how desperately she needs to cum. That's her unspeakable command.

While your mouth is busy, both of your hands grab her thighs, opening her legs even more. You squeeze her skin, leaving marks on her. Too lost on her pleasure, Karina doesn't scold at your recklessness. Instead, you find her hands at the back of your head, pushing further inside of her cunt until she is grinding on your face. Grabbing the back of her thighs, you assist her neediness by lifting her even closer to you.

A thread of curses fall from her red lips, bitten way too many times, as she cums with shaky thighs and labored breathing. You remove your mouth from her, slowly putting her down. Karina's knees fall close with no strength left on her muscles. She clings onto her pillow and stares at the ceiling, relishing on her orgasm. You sit on your knees and admire the vision of her, shiny from sweating, you wish to lick and bite every inch of her body. You lay besides her, and she instantly turns your way. She kisses you softly first, but her lips get more aggressive, sharp bites start to appear.

"My turn."

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boytouya · 2 years ago

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「SAINT」 ; takami keigo | hawks x male reader

wc: 1.5k

warning: suggestive themes & language, religious themes, one (1) crude joke about nuns, abrupt ending (scrapped fic)

additional tags: priest reader (kinda), incubus hawks, probably some religious trauma, agnostic writer who doesn’t know how to write things relating to demons + religion

a/n: this is loooong overdue and also months old, i’m so rusty so i’m so sorry if this isn’t good. anyway there’s about 3-4 versions of this fic so if you see it somewhere else dw abt it (unless stated otherwise)

Your fingertips trace the thin, pale paper of your annotated Bible, cold pages crinkling under the weight of your palms. Covering for your father, a well-liked priest, was not an easy job— especially when you strayed further and further from the Holy eye with every passing moment. The pews of the church remain dimly lit, moonlit and almost sparkling under the glass stained windows. The rich, brown and polished wood glows, light dancing between warm yellow lights aligned by the aisles, and despite the unwavering wholeness you should feel, you stare back at the empty seats with nothing but loneliness.

It was only a matter of time before you begged someone, anyone, for even a sliver of company.

You exhale slowly, reaching up to readjust your hair, even if it doesn’t actually move. Your wrist in your peripherals momentarily consumes your vision, but you make no effort to quicken your movements. The last time you’d felt this way he encountered something darker than light, something tempting. Something that, still, reminded you of your own loneliness, and the exhaustion that comes with it. The memory remains fresh, as though you were hit with a hammer amalgamated from the darkest parts of your mind, unbeknownst to the consequences.

In a Church, you suppose, love is always in the air, a thickening aroma that’s much too sweet for your liking. It sticks to the murals within the room, it clings to your goosebump ridden skin, it’s plastered to every page you turn to. It’s excruciating. It’s exhausting.

And yet, with the smell of his skin lingering on your body, your mind empties, and your thoughts simultaneously erode whilst coalescing into a serene hum stuck in the far back of your mind. The bittersweet tranquility floats above you for just a moment, descending as soon as moonlight peeks through the windows and into your darkening, tired eyes. It stares back into your irises, taunting you despite your expensive effort to avoid it.

It and it's dark children who hide behind the muse of a wickedly comforting smile. But, you decide, it’s because that’s what you seek.

It, who sleeps beneath darkening shadows, moonlight dancing across its shiny eyelids and painting its face with a silver hue. The way it bounced off its skin, you’ve ong since decided night was made for it. An Incubus. With warm skin and a glowing, crimeon tattoo below his belly button, a thin tail with a pointer end, strong dark wings, and a scantily clad choice of clothing. With angelically golden locks of hair, that fall in his face from time to time, and just as golden eyes.

A strong jaw, furrowed eyebrows, calloused and veiny hands that look rather large— or so they’d seem when they glide across your skin, sharp claw-like nails that drag against the wood pulpit.

It— or, he, who’s hands curl into fists as he grasps at the decorative cloth on the pews’ arms like a lifeline (or in most cases, your hair), as if holding them tight would somehow keep you there with him, limbs tangled and lips locked. Sinful in a place supposedly free of sin.

He, who stirs under the sun’s gaze, uncomfortable warmth blooming from his body. But you… You want nothing more than to hold it in his hands, cherish the comfortable silence and bathe in his inviting body heat, hidden away from the chilling air that signifies winter’s welcome.

He— Keigo, you’d come to learn, who wakes at the feeling of your trivial eye, with long eyelashes that bat against his cheek with grace. A smile places itself upon his lips, but before he can speak, a yawn ripples out his mouth. You watch as his sharp teeth nestle into his gums, completely relaxed under your critical gaze.

The rosary beads wrapped around your fingers slip, smacking against the ground where you two stand, and gasps leave both your lips. You, somewhat mortified as you quickly kneel, tucking your feet beneath your body as your shaking hands reach for the blessed beads. Keigo quirks an eyebrow, much more awake as he steps out to place his heavy boot just beside your fingertips.

There’s a sickening sound of friction against the polished wood beneath his shoe.

“You look better this way,” He exclaims, an uncanny smile splitting his lips as he crosses his arms. It’s almost impossible to notice the bulge of his biceps, your eyes trailing the way his fingertip taps against his flawless skin. Ignoring how obscene this must look— kneeling beneath an incubus in the middle of a church, with no one but the moon as your witness— a scoff leaves your mouth, and you decide the tainted prayer beads will do fine resting on the floor. “No, really! You should stay like this.”

As you begin to stand, his warm palm presses into the swell of your shoulder, keeping you hunched over, your face basically pressed into his hip. It slithers upward, resting at your cheek. His large hands obstruct your vision, nimble fingers pressing into the meat of your cheek as if it’ll leave a mark. Under different circumstances you’d have keened into the— almost — intimate touch. Under different circumstances you’d have kissed his palm.

“Keigo—”

“It’s almost natural at this point. You and the nuns must go crazy in here,” His eyes shift, much darker than before, and something tells you he doesn’t find that joke funny. From what you can see, his body stiffens awkwardly. His jaw clenches, then his Adam's apple bobs, and suddenly the air feels much thicker. “Don’t you.”

His question falls flat on deaf ears, as you’re too lost in thought to even think about what he may be insinuating. His thick eyebrows twitch at your hesitation, the hand resting on your cheek suddenly tightening around your jaw. Your lips pucker, forming a small ring as he forces your eyes to meet his.

And, finally, like you’ve fallen out of a twelve story building, the weight of his words hit you like concrete. Against his strong hand you mutter, “Don’t even say things like that.”

“Hm.” He hums, releasing your jaw with faux disregard, releasing the prayer beads beneath his feet. He watches your frantic gaze flicker back and forth, your lips pursed as you chew on the insides of your cheek. You’re as cute as he is touchy.

He could just eat you alive.

Why’re you here, demon.” Your tone falls flat, missing whatever malice you were supposedly injecting into your tone—and even if it had come out as a hiss, it wouldn’t have phased the being.

“Ooh, ouch,” The blond knocks a large fist to his chest, knocking himself down and stumbling dramatically as he feigns offense. Your stare is heavy on his form, despite the constant insults you just can’t seem to look away. “You wound me, Father!”

“Keigo.” His tail jumps, straightening at the sound of his name passing by your lips. He grins, cheeks blessed with dimples and freshly shaven facial hair. His demeanor remains relaxed, tufts of hair swaying ever-so-slightly as he steps around you in circles, taking in the sights as if he hasn’t seen them a billion times before.

“Always so angry!” Takami chirps, long nails brushing against your cheek as he pinches at whatever remnants of baby-fat you had on your face. Suddenly, the goofy, love-struck expression on his face faulters, and his golden eyes harden. “Whether you want to believe it or not, I felt you calling for me.”

There’s a glowing, magenta ring around his irises that you aren’t sure were there before, burning bright in comparison to the dwindling candles adorning the walls and hallways. You’d hate to admit it out loud, but there’s something inviting about it. As unfamiliar as neon lights accompanied by city streets and the smell of recreational drugs, but simultaneously as familiar as the warm buzz of the sun through glass-stained windows.

“Liar,” You bite your tongue, the bitter taste of nickels and dimes drowning your senses. Blasphemy. “I’d have to be a whole different type of desperate to even—“

“Aren’t you?”

Ignoring the prickles of heat that dig into your skin, you let out a frustrated sigh. You almost want to yell at him, loneliness and desperation are different levels of isolation, and you don’t want to think about where that puts you. His silly, ill-attempt at rendering you speechless wasn’t in vain: he’d won. For now. Proud of himself, Keigo hums in assurance and places his hands on your shoulders. He runs much warmer than the average human, and if he’d been any warmer, his palms would burn right through your clothing and scorch your skin.

”I know,” He pulls you forward, placing a hand behind your head as he cradles your face into his neck. You can hear him take a deep breath, probably trying to engrave your scent into his brain. To bottle it, keep it there, and have it whenever he needed. His warmth makes your eyelids heavy with sleep, and you find yourself sinking into his embrace. Reluctantly, your hands rest at his waist, the pads of your fingertips digging into his toned back, equally wary of his tailbone. “You’re not. Maybe I’m the desperate one.”

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