#I am a little surprised at how much smut I wrote but it just kept going

[mermaidslabyrinth]

Title: Happy Not Valentine's Day

Summary: A Holiday. A Fight. An...arrow? Rhagerys and Aemond have a memorable Valentine's Day.

Warning: Smut. Between two males. Oral (male receiving). A hint of a breeding kink (I'm sorry but they're Targaryens. I'm convinced all Targaryen men have this on some level). Cum stuffing. Cum licking. Cum sharing.

Author’s Note: I told myself that if possible for the last prompt was I was going to write smut. This isn't the first smut I've ever written. But it is the first one I've ever published. So, I am a little unsure how it will come across. Also, I am American, so any British words that may sound wonky or out of place, I did try.

Word Count: 6.6k

Written For: @hotd-bigbang

Dividers created by the wonderfully talented: @zaldritzosrose

It was a chilly late evening at Red Keep Estate. An expanse manor that had been in the Targaryen family for generations. There was powdery snow that was on the ground. It had fallen earlier in the day. There wasn't much, just enough to make the day feel colder than it should have been.

The members of the family had gathered together for Helaena’s twenty first name day. Her name day fell on Valentine’s Day, she would often lament that it wasn’t on July fourteenth, National Be Nice to Bugs Day. The bug theme this year was lovebugs. It sounded cute and right for the holiday but the decorations and cake said otherwise. For her special day all she wanted was her siblings and cousins to come to the estate and celebrate with her.

The majority of the family members either already lived at the Red Keep or arrived the day before. Save for two. Rhagerys and Aemond showed up mid morning of the celebration. The moment the two walked into where everyone else was, the other relatives noticed a tensity between the two. It didn’t ease up over lunch. The two did not want to sit beside one another. Nor in the afternoon when they refused to be on one another’s teams during any board game or other game played. Come dinner the two were not even talking at all. The meal was pleasant enough, Rhagerys and Aemond sat on opposite ends. Aegon tried to get Aemond to say something but was met with an icy glare. Daemon smugly enjoyed the tension between his son and his nephew. Even made some not so subtle observations during the meal.

When the pudding came, Aemond bid his good nights, gave Helaena a kiss upon the head wishing her a happy name day, and briskly walked out of the dining room. One could figure it was because Aemond was not one for sweets, but that night it was obvious he had his fill of being around Rhagerys. The glare he had given Rhagerys was the big indicator for everybody at the table.

Nobody asked or dared ask what was going on between the two. Daemon did corner Rhagerys after the evening meal and told him to either fix the problem or feign merriment come the next day. When Rhagerys gave him a confused look, knowing his father was enjoying the debacle, Daemon pointed out that it was upsetting Alicent. Which just made Rhagerys look more confused. That made Daemon admit that an upset Alicent means an upset Rhaenyra. It took everything in Rhagerys not to roll his eyes at that. What weird little relationship those three had going was not he ever wanted to dwell on.

It was not until very late in the evening when the topic that hung over the day was breached. The adults went to their wing of the estate. The three youngest boys were taken to their bedrooms by their nannies. Baela went to bed early, feigning being tired, Jace followed her rather quickly. Luke and Helaena had stayed up a little longer playing a few video games, with Aegon joining in towards the end. When they had their fill the two left to their respected bedrooms as well. Now it was just Rhagerys, Rhaena, and Aegon. They were sitting in a room with a roaring fire going. Each of them had a mug of cocoa to help warm them up. There was a couple plates of heart shaped biscuits sitting on the coffee table. The majority had been eaten and pilfered by Luke and the three younger boys.

“I have to address the elephant in the very small room.” Aegon handed his cocoa to Rhagerys so he could grab a few biscuits. He plopped down beside Rhagerys and took his mug. “What is going on between you and Aemond?” Aegon devoured a biscuit in two bites. “Because today was an experience.” Aegon continued with his mouth full. “So, dish.”

Rhagerys glanced over at Aegon. “Aemond hates Valentine’s Day.”

Rhaena picked up a pink and red frosted biscuit. She started to nibble on it. “That cannot be the reason he is,” Rhaena paused to swallow. “upset with you. How the day went, there has got to be a bigger reason.”

Aegon laughed. “Aemond was more than upset.” He leaned over to the coffee table and snatched a couple more biscuits off of the plate. “He was livid. No, something is bothering him.” Aegon took a quick sip of his cocoa and chewed on a marshmallow he as able to capture in his mouth. “he was stewing about something.” Aegon took a bite of the biscuit and turned towards Rhagerys. “So, what did you do?”

Rhagerys took a sip of his one cocoa. “Nothing.”

“Liar.” Aegon fake coughed.

Rhaena giggled behind her mug. “I do feel Aegon speaks the truth, dear brother.”

Rhagerys huffed as he leaned over and picked up one of the bigger biscuits. He sat back down before dipping it into his cocoa. “He seems to be upset that I got him some blue roses.” Rhagerys shrugged his shoulders as he took a bite of the now soggy biscuit. “I told him that when I saw them they made me think of him. How they matched his sapphire eye.” Rhagerys took another bite of his biscuit. “I couldn't resist.”

“And that made him mad?” Rhaena gave her brother a confused look. “I’d love to get roses. Especially today.”

“You did get chocolates.” Aegon pointed out. “In a heart shaped box I might add.” Rhaena bashfully smiled at that. Rhagerys looked between the two then stared forward in subtle annoyance.

“Anyway,” Rhagerys pressed on. “it’s Aemond. And now he’s upset with me for ‘wasting money’.” Rhagerys rolled his eyes. “Like almost five hundred pounds is going to bankrupt us.”

“You got him five hundred pounds worth of roses?” Aegon practically yelled. “Damn, no wonder he’s pissed.”

Rhagerys stiffened at that. “I was being romantic!” Rhagerys defensively stated. “And I said 'almost' five hundred pounds.”

“Now I know why he was so quiet at dinner.” Aegon grinned broadly. “Well, Casanova it worked.” Rhagerys looked at Aegon confusedly. “I mean you’re down here with us drinking hot cocoa instead of with Aemond getting some.”

Rhagerys was aghast. “Aegon! Rhaena is right here! Don’t be crude.” He nudged Aegon at such words. Which made Aegon have to balance his mug so it wouldn't spill.

“Rhage,” Rhaena wanted to get her brother's spike of anger away from focusing on Aegon. “I’m fifteen and I know what sex is.” Rhaena took a sip of her drink. “And you two live together.”

Rhagerys turned towards Rhaena, suprised at her nonchalant attitude. “And?” Rhagerys pressed.

“In a one bedroom flat.” Rhaena bluntly said.

“Yeah, Rhage, you’re not as slick as you think you are.” Aegon smiled as he lifted his mug up to take a drink. “And I guess your cock won’t b-”

Rhagerys flew up from his seat. “Alright! That’s more than enough! I’m leaving.”

“No, no don’t go.” Aegon said with laughter in his voice. “Sit.” Aegon sat his mug on the small table beside the couch. “I have a full proof plan to get you two back together.” Aegon got up and moved in front of Rhagerys. Aegon came to Rhagerys’s chest so he had to lift his hands up to place them on his younger cousin’s shoulders. He press down but Rhagerys didn’t budge. “Fuck, forgot how much stronger you are.” Aegon mumbled. “Please sit.” Aegon pressed down again, this time Rhagerys complied. “Stay. I’ll be right back.”

Aegon dashed out of the room. Rhagerys looked over towards Rhaena. “Do you have any idea what he’s going to do?”

Rhaena smiled, shook her head ‘no’, and took another sip of her cocoa.

A few minutes went by. Rhagerys and Rhaena idly chatted ate some biscuits and drank their cocoa. Rhagerys eventually got up and walked over to the floor to ceiling windows. He looked out towards the landscape. It had started to snow again, nothing too heavy though. Rhagerys watched the snow and how it delicately fell from the sky. He had his back to the door.

“Rhage!” Aegon’s voice called out from behind him. Rhagerys turned around.

THWACK!

Something hit Rhagerys square in the forehead.

“I knew those archery lessons would pay off.” Aegon boastfully noted. “Direct hit.”

Rhagerys’s eyes tried to look up at what had it him. A toy arrow. He ripped it off his forehead. “What is this?”

“It’s an arrow.” Aegon said as if it wasn’t obvious. “One of the boy’s toy.”

“I know but why did you shoot me with it?”

“I’m Cupid.” Aegon stated as if that should have been obvious as well. “Now go find Aemond and fall madly in love.”

Rhagerys rubbed his forehead and let out a long sigh. “Aegon, Cupid’s arrow makes the person fall in love with the first person they see.”

The realization dawned on Aegon. “Oh,” he smiled. “you falling in love with me instead?”

Rhagerys made a frustrated face. “No! I-” Rhagerys stopped his train of thought and touched his forehead again. It was wet. “Did you lick this?” Rhagerys asked in disgust as he shook the arrow at Aegon. He realized his fingers that touched his forehead was somewhat wet as well.

“No.” Aegon answered.

“Then why is it we-”

“Sunfyre did though.” Aegon added.

Rhagerys yelled out and threw the arrow at Aegon. “Absolutely disgusting! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Rhagerys started to storm out of the room. He paused by the coffee table and grabbed the plate that had more biscuits on it. “Now I have dog germs on me!” He shouted as he made his way out of the room. He was still loudly complaining as he went down the hallway.

Aegon turned to look at Rhaena. He smiled triumphantly. “Boy, I wonder where he’s going?” He mockingly asked.

Rhaena only smiled. She got up from her chair and sat upon the floor in front of the fireplace. She turned towards Aegon and gestured for him to come sit beside her. “Alright Cupid, you did wonderful, now come here.”

Aegon closed the door. He grabbed a blanket as he walked by one of the couches. Aegon delicately wrapped Rhaena up in it. He went to pick up the arrow that Rhagerys had thrown at him. He walked over to Rhaena and gently tapped her with the suction cup end. “Looks like you've been struck by Cupid's arrow.” Rhaena looked up at him with a smirk. Aegon turned towards the coffee table to grab the plate of remaining biscuits. He sat upon the floor beside Rhaena and placed the biscuits to his right. “Happy Valentine's Day.”

“Well, Cupid's arrow did hit his target. Twice.” Rhaena opened up the blanket so Aegon could join her. “You did good.” She gave a quick peck to his cheek. “Happy Valentine's Day.” Aegon smiled softly as he returned a soft kiss to her temple. Rhaena laid her head upon his shoulder. “Thank you for the chocolates.”

Rhagerys made his way the room he and Aemond were sharing. Aemond was lounging quietly on the bed reading. He watched Rhagerys burst through the door, slam it, set a plate upon the small table, and march towards the bathroom.

Aemond didn’t look up from his book. “And why are you here?”

“Because your stupid brother got dog germs on me.” Rhagerys angrily spat from the bathroom. He had a wash cloth and was scrubbing his forehead. “Otherwise I’d still be downstairs enjoying the late hour drinking cocoa, eating biscuits, and watching the snow fall.”

“You can still go back down once you’re done.” Aemond pointed out.

Rhagerys appeared in the bathroom doorway. “No, Aegon ruined it. Besides,” Rhagerys walked towards the bed. He climbed onto it and reclined next to Aemond. “I missed you.”

Aemond gave a very obvious eye roll. “I have been here since dinner ended.”

“Yeah, you missed some really good pudding.” Rhagerys lifted his hand up and tucked some of Aemond’s hair behind his ear. “Don’t worry, I ate yours. I did bring you some biscuits, though.” He gestured towards the small table across the room.

“I don't like sweets, you know that.” Aemond huffed and batted away Rhagerys’s hand as he untucked his hair. “Besides, I’m still mad at you.”

“All this over fucking roses.” Rhagerys muttered.

Aemond turned the page to his book. “Five hundred pounds worth.” He said under his breath.

Rhagerys gave an indignant look. “Almost five hundred.”

“Still too much for something that will die within a week.”

“Two weeks.” Rhagerys corrected.

Aemond lightly shook his head in frustration. “I don't know why you bothered.”

Rhagerys opened his mouth to say something but closed it. Rhagerys crossed his arms to emphasize his stance on the matter. “I’m not apologizing.”

Aemond turned another page to the book in his hand. “Then don't.” He bit back. Aemond went back to reading and ignoring Rhagerys.

Rhagerys sat quietly beside Aemond. He would glance every so often towards him. Aemond pointedly kept his eye on the book. Whether he was actually reading Rhagerys wasn't too sure. He hadn't turned the page for a bit and Rhagerys knew Aemond was a quick reader. Rhagerys took a breath in. He was upset that Aemond was upset. He was quite frustrated that Aemond would see getting flowers as a “waste of money” and that “doing such things was pointless”. Rhagerys chewed at his lip, trying to figure out how he could apologize without actually apologizing. He did the only thing that came to his mind. Rhagerys sat up, turned towards Aemond, and snatched the book from his hands.

“Hey! Give that back!” Aemond said with a raised voice as he grabbed at Rhagerys.

Rhagerys easily dodged Aemond's hands and got up from the bed. He dashed across the expansive room. “Make me.” Rhagerys all but taunted Aemond. “If you want it, come and get it.”

Aemond scoffed. “Don't be childish.” However, he rose up from the bed and made his way across the room to Rhagerys. He was a couple feet away when he stopped. “Hand it over,” Aemond crossed his arms and outstretched his right hand. “now.”

“And if I don't?” Rhagerys tested the waters. “What will you do?”

Aemond smiled at that. He retracted his hand and recrossed his arms. He tilted his head. “Nothing.” He stressed the word. “For some time.” He stared up at Rhagerys daring him to call his bluff.

Rhagerys immediately picked up on the implication. The smile he had dropped. “All this over a book?” He loosened his grip upon the said book. Aemond saw his chance and snatched it from Rhagerys's hands. “Seriously, all this over a book?”

Aemond exhaled in frustration. “No, this is not over a book.” Aemond shook said book at Rhagerys. “I am frustrated with you.”

Rhagerys knew why Aemond was frustrated. The gift of roses hung above the two like a broad sword ready to drop on them. He knew that being the one to admit fault first in this situation was needed. He gave a small smile as he looked to Aemond. “I am-”

Aemond lightly shook his head. He held his hand up to stop Rhagerys from speaking. “You don't have to apologize. I know you want to, but there is honestly no reason to.”

Rhagerys's eyes widened and he threw his hands up in the air. “Then what do you want, Aemond? Tell me and I will do it.”

“You don't need to do anything.” Aemond walked over to the small table and dropped the book upon it beside the biscuits.

Rhagerys followed Aemond. “Are you honestly that upset over the flowers?” Rhagerys reached out his hand but retracted it. “I'll remove them from the flat the moment we get back.” His voice was delicate.

Aemond didn't look at Rhagerys. He kept his back to him. “No, don't do that.”

Rhagerys took a deep breath in. “Aemond, you have to tell me what is wrong then.” His voice was raised just a little “I cannot read your mind.”

Aemond looked towards the window. He took in the snowy landscape. He clenched his jaw at, what he perceived as a ridiculous reason, even though he know it was not true. At least not with Rhagerys. “I'm upset with myself that I truly enjoyed that you got them for me.” A small smile danced across his face. “That I got so inside my own head at something you did for me.” He turned around to look at Rhagerys with an intensity. “That something as simple as flowers made me feel happy, wanted.” His face softened a little. “That something done out of love makes me feel...” He trailed off not wanting to finish his thought. He had been learning, with help from Rhagerys, to stop saying he wasn't good enough. He didn't understand that he could so easily tell Rhagerys to stop having those thoughts, but to him they were always at the forefront of his mind.

Rhagerys's mouth slightly fell open. He knew exactly what Aemond was alluding to. It was something the two of them have been slowly working on together. That they each are good enough, more than enough, for each other. “Oh, Aemond,” His voice as beyond soft.

“Don't.” Aemond warned as he took a step back. The intensity back on his face. “Do not patronize me.”

Rhagerys lightly shook his head. He slowly closed the gap between himself and Aemond. He engulfed him in a hug and pulled him close. “I would never.” He tightened his grip. “I gave you those roses because I wanted to see you happy.” Rhagerys started to run his hand through Aemond's hair. “I love you, Aemond.”

Aemond relaxed into the hug. He rested his head upon Rhagerys's shoulder. “I know, I know you do. It's just,” Aemond took a shaky breath in. “you do so much and I do so little.”

Rhagerys frowned at that to himself. “You don't have to do anything.” His frown turned into a soft smile.

Aemond tried to shake his head the best he could. “But I should, Rhage. You're not the only one in this relationship. I love you and I barely show it.”

Rhagerys pulled Aemond off his shoulder and gently moved him away from himself. He took a hold of Aemond's shoulders. “You show it. In so many ways, you show it. You're just way more subtle than I am.” Rhagerys chuckled. “You show it by cooking the meals, by doing my laundry and putting away my clothing, by sitting quietly with me while I watch some asinine show, by making the tea and having some cake with me,” Rhagerys laughed a little. “which I know you no taste for such sweetness. You'll still have a piece just for me.” Rhagerys smiled sweetly. “But when you just sit with me and we talk about our days those are the moments I cherish the most. Aemond,” Rhagerys squeezed Aemond's shoulders and looked lovingly into Aemond's eye. “You show it by just being with me. I don't need grand gestures, I just need you.”

Aemond shook his head again and looked away. “I hate that you know what to say.” His words sounded harsh but there was a smile upon his face.

Rhagerys gave a small snort. “You love it.” Rhagerys tilted his head to get Aemond to look at him. “So, did you really like the roses?”

Aemond looked up at Rhagerys. “I did.” Aemond smiled, genuinely. “More than you know.” He reached his hands up to cup Rhagerys's face. “I apologize for how childish I've been today.”

Rhagerys dropped his hands and placed them on his waist. “I'm not. Because I know you'll make up for it.” Rhagerys grinned. “And then some.”

Aemond narrowed his eye but kept the smile. “I’m not letting you fuck me because it’s Valentine’s Day.” Aemond moved to cross his arms. “It’s a stupid holiday and I won’t take part in any of it.”

Rhagerys took a step back and dramatically placed a hand upon his chest. “You think so low of me?”

Aemond quirked an eyebrow. “I am privy to your past work.”

“I can fuck you on every holiday but Valentine’s Day is out?” Rhagerys asked as he threw his hands up. “Fine,” he smiled slyly. “We’ll do everything but that.”

“Rhage it’s,” Aemond looks toward the clock on the mantle. “it’s eleven o’ clock. The day is almost over.”

Rhagerys took a hold of Aemond’s waist and pulled him close. “Then I better get started.”

~Midnight~

Rhagerys and Aemond lie in bed. The two are naked, under a sheet as Rhagerys held Aemond to him. He lightly stroked Aemond's back. Both had a bit of a blissed out look to them. The clock in the room chimed twelve times.

“It’s midnight.” Aemond offhandedly stated. “It’s not Valentine’s Day anymore.”

“…Alright.” Rhagerys wasn’t sure what Aemond was getting at. “Happy not Valentine’s Day?”

Aemond sat up. Rhagerys’s arm fell to his stomach. Aemond turned towards his cousin and gave him an exasperated look. “It’s not Valentine’s Day anymore.” He repeated.

Rhagerys just looked up at him with a little confusion. He raised his eyebrows and vaguely shook his head. “I heard the clock as well.”

Aemond huffed and ripped the sheet off of them. A smile crept onto his face. “Gods, you’re stupid sometimes.” He leaned down and gave Rhagerys a kiss upon the lips. He kissed along Rhagerys’s jawline, down his neck, to his chest. He moved to a kneeling position beside Rhagerys as he lightly moved his hair from his face. Aemond continued to kiss along Rhagerys’s chest, down his stomach, towards his destination.

That was when it hit Rhagerys what Aemond was wanting to do. “Aemond, you don’t have to.”

Aemond lifted his head up to look at Rhagerys, he gave him a smile and tsked. “I don’t like Valentine’s Day, but I love you. So, let me show you how much.”

Rhagerys reached out and took a weak hold of Aemond's arm. “I know how much you do.”

Aemond easily removed his arm from Rhagerys's grasp. “You pleased me, now let me please you.” Aemond got off the bed and went towards the end of it. “Spread your legs.”

Rhagerys instead moved to a sitting position with his back against the headboard. Then he spread his legs. “I want to be able to watch you.” A sly grin appeared on his face.

Aemond’s response was to climb upon the bed and go to where Rhagerys waited. When he got to Rhagerys, he gave him a quick kiss upon the lips. He then moved down, got into position, and took a hold of Rhagerys's cock. He gave it a couple pumps before he leaned down and slowly took it in his mouth.

A quiet, sharp breath came from Rhagerys. “Aemond.” he said above a whisper.

Aemond hummed at the acknowledgment. Which made Rhagerys take another sharp breath in and slightly grit his teeth. Aemond internally smiled at that. He continued to slowly take Rhagerys's cock in inch by inch. He pulled up when he was half way down.

“Too much?” Rhagerys had a grin upon his face.

Aemond looked up at Rhagerys and made a mock snide face. He moved his head back down to take Rhagerys's cock in his mouth again. This time he tried to do it in one motion. He made it a little further but Rhagerys's cock hit the back of his throat quicker than he was ready for. Aemond made a gag noise and pulled back up. He coughed a bit and took a couple breaths in to collect himself. “Maybe if your cock wasn't so big.” Aemond groused as he wiped the drool dripping from his mouth.

“You can't blame me for my cock size.” Rhagerys smiled. “Blame my father.”

Aemond was not amused. “What have I said about bringing your father up in moments like this?”

Rhagerys gave a sheepish smile. “Do it often and a lot?”

There was not even a hint of a smile upon Aemond's face. He started to get up from his spot.

“No, wait,” Rhagerys placed his hand to Aemond's shoulder. “I'm sorry,” Rhagerys moved his hand to lightly stroke Aemond's cheek. “but, my cock size isn't going to change. You know that,” Rhagerys smiled. “you've done this plenty times before. So, just go slow.” Rhagerys removed his hand from Aemond and placed it at his side.

Aemond nodded in agreement. “Fine. You're not allowed to move your hands from your side.” Aemond got back into his position. He took Rhagerys's cock in his hand and gave it a quick lick. Which got a sharp inhale from Rhagerys. “So, you better cling to those sheets if you want me to continue.” Rhagerys gripped the sheets on either side of him. He looked down at Aemond letting him know he could continue. “That's a good boy.” Aemond praised.

Aemond, once again, took Rhagerys's cock in his mouth. This time slowly, he got to where he was half way down. He took a breath in and made himself press on. Aemond was able to get down to the base. He instinctively swallowed around Rhagerys's cock. A small gag feeling was felt in his throat but he pushed it away. He pulled up slowly and gasped as he removed the cock out of his mouth. He gave a small lick to the slit as a little cum started to leak out.

Rhagerys gave a small huff at that. He reached down and lightly ran his hand down Aemond's face. “Keep going.”

Aemond stayed where he was. “I told you not to move your hands.”

Rhagerys retracted his hand and slammed it back on the bed. “Forgot. It's just that your talented mouth had-”

Aemond raised his hand to get Rhagerys to stop before he waxed poetry to him. “Alright, alright.” He took Rhagerys's cock back into his mouth and started to bob his head up and down. He made sucking noises every so often. He could feel Rhagerys's cock get hard in his mouth. He glanced up to look at Rhagerys through his lashes. He could tell Rhagerys was enjoying what he was doing, that he was getting close. Aemond pulled off of Rhagerys's cock with a wet pop. He sat up on his knees.

Rhagerys's grip loosened on the bed sheet. He looked up at Aemond. His eyes were blown with lust and his breathing was heavy. “Why did you stop?” Rhagerys asked breathlessly. Aemond only smiled as he moved to straddle Rhagerys. Rhagerys looked up at Aemond. “Never mind,” Rhagerys grinned as he lifted his hands up to help Aemond get comfortable. “Need my cock that bad, huh?”

Aemond gave Rhagerys an impish grin and removed Rhagerys's hands. “No touching.” Rhagerys lifted his hands up letting Aemond know he understood before he laid them back on the bed. Aemond slowly rocked back and forth, rubbing their cocks together.

“Aemond,” Rhagerys lowly warned. “I need you to-”

Aemond moved again wit a bit more friction. “What do you need?”

Rhagerys sucked in a breath through his teeth as he closed his eyes. “Aemond, please,” Rhagerys thickly swallowed. “I need you to stop teasing.”

Aemond tilted his head in mock sad face. “Poor boy.” A smile crept onto his face. “Let me help you.”

Aemond lifted himself up. “I don't have to prepare myself thanks to you.” That got a small smile from Rhagerys. He took a hold of Rhagerys cock, getting a hiss from Rhagerys. He slowly sunk onto Rhagerys's cock, and closed his eye at the feeling. He didn't make a noise until he was fully sheathed. A moan escaped his throat as he opened his eye back up and looked down at Rhagerys. “Gods, Rhage.”

Rhagerys was looking up at Aemond, eyes blown even more so with lust. “I live to serve.” Rhagerys placed his hands upon Aemond's hips. “However, if you don't move, I will move you.”

“I said no touching.” Aemond placed his hands on top of Rhagerys's and removed them from himself. He kept a hold of them as he slowly moved his hips. He lifted himself up and down on Rhagerys's cock. He silently enjoyed the feel of Rhagerys's cock over and over, inch by inch. He let go of Rhagerys's hands and placed his own onto Rhagerys's chest. He closed his eye and just enjoyed the feel from the motion.

Rhagerys dropped his hands to his side. He silently watched Aemond ride him. He couldn't help but smile as he looked up at his cousin. Rhagerys was happy to see him enjoy himself. “Mmph, fuck, Aemond.” Rhagerys gasped out at the sudden shift in Aemond's movement. “You keep that up, I'm not going to last.”

Aemond leaned down and gave Rhagerys a deep kiss. “You're not going to last regardless.” Aemond moved to sit up and then grinded on Rhagerys's cock.

Rhagerys swore quietly. “Fucking, hells, Aemond.” Aemond laughed at that. Rhagerys jutted his hips up in retaliation. Which made Aemond gasp out. “How do you like that?”

Aemond looked down at Rhagerys. “Do it again.” He commanded.

Rhagerys did as he was told but as he fucked up into Aemond, Aemond lifted up and sunk back down on Rhagerys's cock, meeting him in the movement. “Just like that, Rhage.” Aemond directed. He started to quicken his pace as he rode Rhagerys.

Rhagerys took a hold of Aemond's hips and stopped him from moving. A slight whine escaped Aemond's lips. Rhagerys smiled up at Aemond and started to thrust up. The sound of skin hitting skin was the only noise in the room, save for a handful of moans escaping each of them. Aemond threw his head back, his hair brushing against Rhagerys's legs as he enjoyed the feeling of Rhagerys's cock fucking him over and over again.

“Gods, you look beautiful.” Rhagerys breathed out. He slowed his pace as he marveled at the sight before him. “You take my cock so well.”

Aemond moved his head down to look at Rhagerys. A lust filled smile graced his lips. He moved so he could place his hands upon Rhagerys's shoulders and leaned down. “Claim me.” He hungrily kissed Rhagerys upon the mouth. Their tongues briefly battled for control, but Rhagerys relented and let Aemond have the control. Aemond moved his hands up to cup Rhagerys's face. The two continued their kiss until Aemond pulled away quickly. He leaned his forehead on Rhagerys's. “I said, 'claim me'.” Aemond moved away from Rhagerys and looked down at him with expectation. He grinding on Rhagerys's cock for emphasis.

Rhagerys closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. He opened his eyes and answered by leaning up and pulling Aemond to him. He gently kissing Aemond's lips. He kissed his jawline, down his neck, back up to capture Aemond's lips once more. He pulled Aemond close to him, deepening the kiss. Rhagerys broke off the kiss and looked up into Aemond's eye. Both of their eyes were blown with lust. “I'm going to breed you.” Rhagerys lowly said. He took a strong hold of Aemond's body and pulled him close. Then with some maneuvering Rhagerys flipped Aemond onto his back. His cock slipped out of Aemond. “And I'll claim you all right.”

“All talk.” Aemond teased.

Rhagerys looped his arms under Aemond's knees and pulled him close. “And your bold words.” Rhagerys slammed into Aemond, making his cousin arch his back in surprise and pleasure. A groan ripped from Aemond's throat. “Am I still 'all talk'?” Rhagerys teased.

Aemond couldn't answer with words, but he reached up and pulled Rhagerys to him. He kissed Rhagerys with such fervent need. He broke the kiss off, panting heavily. He ran his hands up and down Rhagerys's chest. Aemond still didn't say a word, he let his actions show Rhagerys he wanted him to continue.

Rhagerys slowly pulled his cock out to just where the tip was still in. He didn't move, as much as he desperately wanted to. Aemond let out a whine and moved downwards. Rhagerys held him in his place. “Absolutely not.” Rhagerys pulled back. “You're mine, now.” Rhagerys leaned down a little. “And you know what I want to hear.”

Aemond let out a short, angry scoff.

Rhagerys didn't move. “And no sarcasm. I want you to mean it.” He slowly moved his cock into Aemond just a bit.

Aemond took a deep breath in and let it out. He looked longingly up into Rhagerys's eyes. “Please, Rhage, make me yours.” Aemond gave a hint of a smile “Ruin me.” he whispered.

Rhagerys grinned. “Stroke you cock while you ask me.”

“Gods, Rhage.” Aemond moved his right hand his own weeping cock. He took the precum from the tip and slicked up his cock. He started to stroke it, he closed his eye at the sensation. Aemond opened his eye back up, lust beyond evident, and looked up at Rhagerys. “Please, Rhage,”

“Fuck yourself on my cock as well.” Rhagerys bluntly said as his grin grew wider.

Aemond let out a sigh as he tried to look upset. Rhagerys pushed his cock a little into his cousin. Which made Aemond clench his jaw and stroke himself quicker. Aemond started to move himself on Rhagerys's hard cock, slowly getting a rhythm going. “Rhage, my love,” Aemond grunted at a particular sensation from an angle he moved his hips at. “I want, need you to claim me. Cum inside me, make me yours,” Aemond sunk completely onto Rhagerys's cock. “breed me.” He said in a heavy, lust filled voice.

Rhagerys gave a lust filled smile at hearing that. “Since you asked so nicely.” Rhagerys took a firm grip of Aemond's legs. He hooked Aemond's left leg over his shoulder. Rhagerys pulled his cock out to where just the tip was in. He slammed it back into Aemond in one quick movement. He started to move at a brutal, fast pace. “I know I'm not going, fuck,” Rhagerys moaned out. “last much longer.” Aemond could only groan in response.

No words were spoken between the two. Just skin slapping against skin. Moans and groans escaping from them as they crashed their lips into the others mouth. Their kisses started to turn sloppy as they both could feel their ends coming.

Aemond broke the kiss first. “Rhage, I'm,” Aemond started to stroke his cock faster, with more of a purpose.

“Cum for me,” Rhagerys grunted out as his own movements became a bit erratic as he chased his own end. “my lovely dragon.”

Aemond's eye rolled to the back of his head. He threw his head back and moaned. His cum splattered all over his stomach as he clumsily stroked himself to completion. He continued to meet Rhagerys's own thrusts. “Fuck me as I cum.” he directed.

“I don't know if I could stop if I wanted to, love. I'm almost at my end.” Rhagerys keep fucking Aemond. “Just a little more.”

Aemond was lying there trying to gather himself again. He moved his hand up to run his hand up and down Rhagerys's chest. “Fill me with your seed,” Aemond stopped his hand at Rhagerys's neck, he gave it a light squeeze. “breed me.”

That was all Rhagerys needed, he toppled over the edge. He buried himself deep into Aemond as he pumped his cousin full of his seed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rhagerys grunted out. He silently moaned. “I'm yours.” Rhagerys lightly collapsed into Aemond's arms. He was breathing a little heavily, trying to gather himself.

Aemond wrapped his arms around Rhagerys. “And I am yours.” Aemond lightly stroked Rhagerys's back.

Rhagerys slowly got up off of Aemond. He gently pulled himself out of Aemond. A little cum dripped out. Rhagerys looked up at Aemond, without breaking eye contact he pushed the cum back into him. Which got a low groan from Aemond as he arched his back. Rhagerys then moved up off the bed. “Stay here, let me get a wash cloth to clean you up.” Rhagerys made his way into the bathroom.

Aemond lazily placed his hands behind his head. “I'm surprised you don't want clean me up the other way.”

Rhagerys stopped. He looked behind him and saw the lopsided grin Aemond had on his face. A silent challenge in his eye. Rhagerys would easily rise to it. “If you insist.” He made his way back to the bed. He tucked his hair back as leaned down. With no hesitation Rhagerys licked up the majority of Aemond's cum from his stomach. He stood up and looked towards Aemond, mouth full of cum, and waiting further instructions.

Aemond looked at Rhagerys a long moment. “Well, since you've been so good to me, come and give me a kiss.”

Rhagerys moved over just a little then leaned down and kissed Aemond. He coaxed Aemond's mouth open by lightly sticking his tongue out and getting Aemond to open. He then spit some of Aemond's cum into his mouth. Rhagerys moved back and stood to his full height, he swallowed the remaining cum in his mouth loudly. He then smiled down at Aemond. “Swallow.”

Aemond closed mouth smiled at Rhagerys and did as he was told. He swallowed just as loudly as Rhagerys did. “Now you can go get a wash cloth.” He casually gestured.

Rhagerys nodded his head and went to the bathroom. He came back with a wet cloth and wiped up the remaining cum on Aemond's stomach. He then balled up the wash cloth and tossed it towards the bathroom.

“Couldn't be bothered to take it back?” Aemond asked as he moved over to the left side of the bed.

Rhagerys climbed in on right side, pulled up the covers, and laid down. “That's a problem for morning me.” Before he could gesture for Aemond to come lie with him, Aemond was already making himself comfortable.

Aemond laid his head upon Rhagerys's chest, tucked his left arm close to him, and draped his right over Rhagerys's chest. “You say that now, but I feel that is going to be a problem for morning me.”

Rhagerys gave a light laugh at that. “No, I promise, I'll pick it up.” He wrapped his right arm around Aemond and tightened his grip. “How are you feeling?” He started to idly stroke Aemond's shoulder. “I wasn't too rough was I?”

“No.”

“You feel fine?” Rhagerys moved his hand up to Aemond's hair and started to gently play with it. “I wasn't too much for you?” Rhagerys smiled to himself. “My cock wasn't too much?”

“Crass.” Aemond gave Rhagerys a small, harmless slap upon Rhagerys's chest. “Your cock is more than enough. Now,” Aemond snuggled as close as he could to Rhagerys. “let's get some sleep. We're leaving tomorrow after breakfast.”

“Sounds good. I do hope they're serving porridge tomorrow. I'm craving it.” Rhagerys moved his hand from Aemond's hair and went back to lightly stroking Aemond's arm.

Silence fell between the two. The room was quiet. The only noises were the ticking of the clock. The crackling of the fireplace. Their soft breathing.

Aemond smiled as he closed his eye at the soft feeling of Rhagerys's fingers. “Thank you for the roses.” His words were above a whisper. “And I'll make sure the cook makes you porridge whether or not it is on the menu.”

Rhagerys smiled then leaned down and kissed Aemond's head. It was a quiet way of letting him know he appreciated how much Aemond cared for him.

Author's note: I do hope it wasn't too much or too dirty. I did hold back a little in certain areas and words.

And I don't know if England celebrates National Be Nice to Bugs Day but I couldn't resist. And I decided that Helaena having her name day on February 14th was just a cute idea.

In this story Daemon, Rhaenyra, and Alicent are that Parks and Rec meme with April and her boyfriends, but Daemon is April.

For the story Rhaena is 16. So that would make Rhaerys, Aemond, and Jace 19. Baela 18. Luke 17. Aegon 23. Helaena turned 21. It may be a modern setting but they're still Targaryens.

I'm also in the camp where Aemond doesn't like sweets but if he had to he would have some.

Also a little trivia: In my writing I always have Aemond sleep on the left side of the bed and Rhagerys on the right. So when they lay on their sides to face one another, Aemond can see Rhagerys with his one working eye.

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~•♡•~ Double The Fangs, Double The Fun

➳ Summary: Daryl and Scud are regulars at the bar you work at, but they're only really there for you. One night while chatting, you injure yourself, so they help you home to heal up (Vamp!Daryl & Vamp!Scud x Fem!Reader)

➳ Setting: idfk sometime, somewhere, no apocalypse (this is a crossover fic for smut lets be real)

➳ Word count: 5.5k (3k of it is smut)

➳ C/W: VAMPIRES ‼️‼️, minor wound, blood (duh), biting/vampire feeding, double penetration, hints of Scud's mommy kink

➳ A/N: I wrote doc title for this as “DTFx2” cuz of the lettering, not even realizing the “down-to-fuck” till later, plus it being 2 partners – I cooked on this title. BUT ANYWAY I AM FUELING THE VAMP!DARYL FIRE AND VAMP!SCUD TOO BECAUSE THIS IS A PLAGUE AND I AM ILL AND I WILL SPREAD IT

You stretched your arms up over your head, leaning forward against the counter in front of you. It was another slow weeknight, no customers present, hindered by the fact the bar was tucked away in some deader part of the city. It was pretty boring, but you got paid for kinda just diddleling around a lot of the time. You rhythmically tapped your fingertips against the surface, but straightened up when the door jingled open.

“Fuck, I was about to start praying you two would show up. ‘Ts borin' as shit in here,” You laughed as two familiar faces walked in from the night; Daryl and Scud. They were your regulars, stopping by most any time you were on shift. And you heard from coworkers sometimes they'd show up, see that you weren't there, and just leave.

You never found it creepy though, it wasn't like that. They were always very respectful towards you, kind of chivalrous, but not obnoxiously. They'd always buy a drink and tip heavy, or just straight up give you money – and would scare off the actually creepy drinkers: the one's that'd prey on a woman as if she was frail. You didn't require them, having pepper spray and a gun beneath the counter, but they gave you extra security. And we're good company.

Scud, who you knews real name was Josh – the more ‘loverboy’ one of the two – popped by most nights after work. He was really sweet, having grown a soft spot for him and letting him bend the rules; like allowing him to smoke a joint, or three, inside, so long as he shared them with you. He claimed he was a sort of engineer, which you found a little surprising given you'd never seen him without the skunky smell of weed wafting around his figure, but it's not like it mattered to you.

Daryl, on the other hand, was much more reserved, and you'd be lying if you said that didn't intrigue you. He appeared older, and more of a rarity, seeming to drift in and out of town: which made sense given that scratchy, deep southern accent he carried.

“Ain't gon’ pass up seein’ ya, moonshine,” Daryl grinned as he sauntered up to take a seat, Scud following right behind and taking the one opposite him. ‘Moonshine’ is what he always called you, given you were a bartender, and it was ironic because you never saw either of them till after sundown. “Shift slow?”

“Painfully,” You groaned and rolled your eyes. “Ion even know how we get enough profit to keep this place open. Not sure anyone in our staff remembers the last time we saw the owner in person. I swear this is some money laundering scheme.”

“‘Least your gettin’ paid, yeah? My boss don't even got me onna regular schedule,” Scud tisked, reaching into the pocket of his large, layered jacket and pulling out the container he kept his joints in. “Ya wanna J?”: To which you nodded and he passed you one. Daryl's observant gaze watched your every movement, as he typically did.

“Ya get yer nails done, darlin’?” He asked, squinting his pale blue eyes and setting his hand out as you lit the joint.

“Hm?” Your eyes flicked to him, understanding, and you set your palm in his hand so he could see. Pressed to your nail beds were coffin acrylics, painted a rich red, the gloss making them almost bloody. “Jus’ got ‘em done this morning. Figured if ‘m gonna be sittin’ here twiddling my thumbs half the time they might as well look good.”

“Looks perfect on ya.” Your gazes locked together for a moment, hypnotic in a way as his irises seemed to pulse, then suddenly shift down. He loomed closer and ran his thumb over your fingers, appreciating the gleaming texture that reflected in the dim light.

“Real pretty momma's,” Scud added as he took a long drag of his smoke, holding it for a moment before skillfully exhaling in a long plume that dissipated and began to fill the small space with a haze.

“Mm, thank you boys,” You turned a little, offering a bashful smile at their endless complimenting – they showered you with affectionate comments every time they came in. “Either of you want somethin’? It can be on the house, think the workers drink more than customers.”

“‘Ll take'ah whiskey – ‘nd m’payin’ ya anyway, angel,” Daryl replied, fishing for his wallet and passing you bills that more than doubled the price of a shot. Frankly you felt bad sometimes, like you were taking his money, but gave up a long time ago with trying to decline. He insisted.

As you went to grab the iconic bottle of Jack Daniel's off the shelf behind you, your elbow stuck out a bit too far and knocked over a large glass you'd been using for water, sending it to the floor where it shattered. “Ugh, never complain that you're bored at work. Fate'll always make ya clean.”

You quickly poured the auburn grog into a shot and slid it across the wood countertop to Daryl, dropping to your knees to pick up the larger shards.

“Fuck!” You seethed, accidentally slicing open the palm of your hand by sweeping it over the edge of a fragment in the other, your joint nearly falling from where you'd pinched it between your lips. Both men bounded from their stools to look over, simultaneously uttering ‘Ya alrigh's?''s. You half-clutched your fist and rose to be level again, hitching your breath with a small whine as striking pain electrified your nerves.

Blood quickly began to spill from the gash, running down your wrist and upper forearm before dripping to the floor a couple times as Daryl snapped to grab a clean rag from behind the bar so you could hold pressure, moving so fast he registered as just a whoosh. As your eyes were shut in pain, theirs were blown open, locked onto the crimson that tinted your skin. They could see the microscopic way it gushed a bit more from every beat of your heart.

Tendrils of that sweet, mind warping scent curled through the air and around the pair's bodies. God it smelled so damn good – you smelled so good. They didn't wish you harm, but they'd just been agonizingly waiting to someday, by some chance, get to smell the life-giving fluid that pumped through your veins without the blockage your skin created, keeping the complete experience inside of you. And they could only dream of getting to taste it…

You spun back to face them, and swore for a second, the color of both their blue eyes had altered to match the plasma soaking into the grey washcloth in your grip – their faces flat like they hadn't eaten in years and you just baited the idea of a gourmet feast. But once you blinked, they were back to azure, concern etched across eyebrows and frowns. Maybe it was just the shitty brilliance of the bar.

“‘M fine, jus’ being mindless I guess. Scud, how the hell are ya smokin’ and working with wires ‘n soldering shit,” You shook your head, blaming your incident on the brain fog from weed, although it was a poor excuse given it should not have taken effect that fast. Perhaps you were just embarrassingly locked on auto-pilot.

“Ya look like yer bleedin’ bad, princess. Lemme see.” Daryl beckoned you over and took your hand. His body tensed, that dangerous feeling of his canines extending creeping up. It took all he had to not press his mouth to you. He knew better, he had control. You let him remove the rag, examining the cut and finding it to be quite deep, him stating it might have to be closed

“We don't got any medical stuff here ‘sides maybe a few bandaids. I'd be surprised if anybody else came in ‘ere tonight so I'll just close up ‘n deal with it home. Sorry to cut our chat time short guys…” You gave a half frown, taking an unsteady inhale and trying to mask the aching in your extremity. You smothered the joint, enjoyment ruined.

“Don't gotta apologize mama's. Wantcha to be okay,” Scud commented, mirroring your expression. Looking between him and Daryl, you felt there was some synergy connecting them, like they were communicating despite both staring at you.

“Why don't we take ya home, mebbe have me patch tha fer ya, hm?” Daryl suggested, readjusting his leather jacket as he tilted his head slightly.

“Oh, no. I don't wanna bother either of ya with that…”

“‘Ts no bother, sugar. We wanna make sure you're safe. ‘Ts late, dark, ‘nd you're bleedin’. Don't want anythin’ bad happening to ya,” Scud explained, his every word ending on a sort of mewl as he plucked his joint from his mouth to speak clearly.

“Alright – just cause I know you two will follow me to check anyway.” You grabbed your things, Daryl and Scud helping to close up the bar so you didn't further injure yourself, then leaving with you. It was reasonable for them to come with, and this wouldn't be the first time. And this wasn't the safest part of town, so it wouldn't hurt to have them.

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When you returned to your apartment, both of them praised your designing of the interior, having not been inside before. To you it wasn't much of anything special, but again, it was just in their nature to say kind things to you.

You nodded Daryl in the direction of your bathroom so he could grab some ointment and gauze, going to sit on the couch as Scud plopped beside you. You easily could've nursed it yourself, but if there was anything you really knew about Daryl, it was his tendency to always be doing favors – and not letting you decline.

“Y'know… I know a way tah make that heal faster than any dressings could,” Scud broke the silence, dragging his gaze over your frame, and landing on your hand where you still held the soiled rag. He couldn't fucking take it anymore. He didn't have the control that Daryl did.

“What do you mean?” You now faced him, confused at the way his breathing seemed to grow a bit heavier, chest puffing further out despite his lazy posture. But he straightened some, scooting closer to you and reaching for your hand.

“Just trust me on this…” He was salivating, bottom lip practically trembling with anticipation. He was so close, access to your fresh blood right there. God how he ached for it every time he saw your beautiful face, just so damn entranced by you. He tried not to completely lose his mind as he neared your palm.

“Um… yer gonna get it infected doin’ that.”

“Won't.” And his mouth hovered right above it.

“Seriously, Scud, what are you doing?” Now you were concerned, tempted to call Daryl back. Was this some weird sex thing? His way of trying to seduce you? Taking ‘kiss my boo-boo to make it feel better’ a bit too far. But you sensed this… energy, radiating off of him, drawing out your naïve trait of curiosity. Something felt different about him, although you guess it always did – but only now could you really perceive it, having him so close. “What are you? ”

Scud's eyes flicked up to yours, blue flipped across the scale of hues to match the color you'd caught a glimpse of at the bar – the color of your blood, and those flawless new nails. “Whadda ya think I am, sweetheart?”

As his lips peeled back with a grin, you could see the lengthy, pin-sharp fangs that descended from the roof of his mouth, glistening with his famine. Your mouth fell open, pupils dilating as realization worked through your brain. Oh shit. Oh, shit..? You didn't speak, but didn't know what to say anyway.

He chuckled at your reaction. “Jus’ relax, mama's.” Finally. His tongue darted out, dragging a long lick over the front of your wound, causing you to wince and jerk a little. It didn't particularly hurt, but was so odd at the start. Scud held back a moan, but couldn't help his remarks: “Mmm, you taste so good… bettah than I ever imagined…”

You swallowed thickly, watching him work saliva over your tender flesh, and lapping away any remnants of the blood that ran down your arm. He stared intensely into your eyes as he drew a long, excessively slow lick up your limb and back to the wound. You felt it begin to radiate, an unfamiliar warmth centralizing over the cut but spreading out into your entire palm.

He brushed his lips against your fingers with a featherlite kiss, and reluctantly pulled away, letting you watch branches of skin connect together from both sides, color quickly shifting back to your normal tone, and your hand completely unscathed. You flexed your tendons, feeling it for yourself. It was completely healed, a two-week time lapsing into under a minute.

“Why'd ya show ‘er.” Daryl's voice was stern, silently standing behind the couch and startling you as you whipped around. You should've figured – it wouldn't take that long to find simple first aid in your bathroom.

“Known ‘er for long enough, D. Why let'er suffer with some gash if we can just heal it for her?” Scud replied and shrugged innocently. But his wording was key; ‘we’.

“You're both vampires,” You nodded dryly as Daryl grumbled something under his breath and came around the couch to sit on the other side of you. Now the ‘moonshine’ was really ironic. “Okay… I assume if you were gonna drain me ya woulda done it by now.”

“Don't tempt me, baby,” Scud smirked, and Daryl shot him a harsh glare. “What? Sure she appreciates the healin’ at least!”

“Yeah, I do… but it's weirdly intimate, no? Just, wetly runnin’ yer tongue all over someone, gathering saliva on their skin, tastin’ the irony remnants of their blood-”

“Quit talkin’ like that,” Daryl hissed, your sight passing back to him, watching his adam's-apple bob and his jaw tense. His eyes reddened as well, and it dawned on you how teasing your choice of dialogue must've been for them.

“Or keep goin’. Like hearin’ your gorgeous voice say such pretty words,” Scud wet his lips, volume just above a whisper. You felt trapped between two sides of a spectrum, both equally covet… and you were way more into it than you would ever want to admit. Your jaw laxed with a weary breath, mind wandering further ahead than you liked it to. “But you're right, can be real intimate.” His voice dropped lower as he neared you, keeping sights intertwined.

“You're torturing me momma's… pleas’... would give anythin’ to feel ya,” He almost whimpered, puppy dog eyes peering up at you. “He would too, he's jus’ a lil’ more shy.”

It'd be the fattest lie of your life to say you didn't find him attractive, both of them. Closing the door behind you some nights after they'd walked you home, tempted to just bring them inside. How many times you muttered dirty words as your legs tangled in your bedsheets and you touched yourself, imagining how they'd sound in Scud's whiny hitches, or Daryl's gravelly grunts…

You reached up, taking Scud's chin in the light hold of your acrylics and bringing his mouth to yours. He directly melted, turning to puddy from that alone and cravingly dabbing your lips with his tongue. When you pulled back, he tried to follow, pining for more. But you wanted to be fair, and switched to the other man.

Daryl looked like he didn't know what to do, that effort of displaying confidence broken the second the gate he'd been waiting outside of for so long actually opened. But a quick ‘C'mere’, and the curling of your pointer finger brought him to you expeditiously, rough lips chafing over your moisted ones. He shoved away his groan, not quite ready for that yet.

“This ain't gonna stop at kissin’, right?” You checked on an exhale, both their eyes boring into you from either plane, the patterns of their breathing reworking themselves. Dropping it here would be teasing you now.

“S’ain't gon’ stop less ya want it to, moonshine,” He rasped, irises captivating and luring you back to him, clawed hand coming to his cheek – that made the groan slip. He inhaled sharply, ardently guiding his tongue into your mouth, which definitely made Scud jealous.

The engineer brought his hands to your waist, toying with the seams of your shirt as Daryl harshly tugged you closer to him, gaining momentum, growing hungrier. He explored the entire cavity of your mouth, feeling the heat of your gums, the smoothness of your teeth in comparison to his canines, and drew a moan from your throat, hints of a smile crinkling.

“Yer not good at hidin’ whatcha want, honeysuckle,” The southerner purred, trailing down to your jawline as Scud's lips pressed to the nape of your neck. You weren’t sure if he could tell by your body language, or was able to read your mind or something; all the near whorish thoughts running through your psyche.

“Then you should know how long I've thought about this.”

Daryl immediately hooked his strong arms under your thighs, shoving Scud back to stand up off the couch, your legs instinctively latching around his torso as he started to leave a hickey on your neck and find his way to your bedroom.

Scud awkwardly stood behind for a second, shyly glancing to the floor, feeling literally and figuratively pushed aside by the other's dominance. “C'mon Scuddy,” You mouthed, and he looked like he came in pants right there – hurdling to track after you.

Daryl roughly threw you onto the edge of your bed, simultaneously ripping your shirt up over your head. He reached down for the button of your jeans, quickly popping it out and tearing them off, leaving you in just your lacey, red bra and panties.

“Jeez, you ‘nd fuckin’ red, woman.” He bordered on a growl, sliding off his jacket and tossing it to the floor. You sat upright on the rim the mattress, aiding Scud in dropping his many layers, but he teetered like he just wanted to fuck himself senseless with all it still on.

Both them now shirtless, you raked your nails down their chest, taking extra notice to follow the lightning-like scars carved into Scud's abdomen to your left. You let out a breathy curse at their defined v-lines and mouthwateringly sexy happy trails, discarding Daryl's belt, and gently cupping his pulsing erection through his jeans – the same through Scud's cargos.

One twitched, then the other, and you chuckled. “You two really want me that bad, huh?” You questioned, beaming up through your lashes with a flirty smirk: but that mischievous temping simmered seeing the pure lust on their features. They looked like they were gonna eat you alive, and honestly… you wouldn't mind it.

You undid their pants to drop them down, and with some sort of unspoken permission translating between the three of you, they pounced forward, resistance snapping like twigs. Scud hauled your body up the bed and instantaneously found your lips, already gasping into your mouth. His hands each found one of your breasts, fondling and pawing impatiently through your bra.

Daryl grabbed your hips, tugging you back down a little and drawing a wet lick from the hem of your panties up your navel, holding you to him as your spine arched. He kissed and sucked at the delicate skin on your pelvis and inner thighs, leaving behind litters of those gentle bruises on the surface, spotting across the curves of your body. His fangs grazed you as he worked, a persistent reminder of what a feral vampire could just take from you – but he was a humble man, and prefered to give.

You directed Scud to strip your bra, given he'd basically lost all ability to function the second your clothes were off, and even worse once he was on you. Now with your chest fully out, he was gone. He greedily sucked one nipple into his mouth, kneading the other like a cat, while Daryl curled a finger around the hem of your panties, deliberately running from side to side before he suddenly ripped them away – literally ripped. “Promise ‘ll buy ya new ones, babydoll.”

Whatever deeply guttural noise that erupted from you when Daryl's tongue made contact with your cunt was everything but holy. Your hips bucked up into his face so rapidly it almost caught him off guard, his palms splayed out on your thighs and his mouth latched onto your clit. He sucked in rapid pumps, before trawling down then back up and spreading your folds. He lapped up every bit of your pooled wetness, taking a deep inhale and the hidden claws in his fingertips nearing shooting out as his toes curled.

“Fuck! Yer pussy smell's'so fuckin’ good.” His words came out as near snarls, reverberating against your core. Should the view of him not have been obscured by Scud, you're sure you would've came at the sight of him so deeply intoxicated by just the scent of you. “‘Nd tastes so goddamn lovely.”

“‘Ts not fair, man, ah wanna taste ‘er-”

“Nah. Ya got ‘er hand, pussy's mine.” Now he was snarling, possessive crimson eyes stabbing into the other man as he'd turned to look back at him, burying himself deeper into your cunt and earning another wild moan. Scud frowned a little, but you brought your hands to his hips and readjusted him to be sitting on your chest, legs on either side of your body.

“Don't worry, baby.” And you rolled down his boxers so his dick was free: fully hard, tip swollen up and flushed with color, absolutely weeping for you, and it bobbed with a twitch. You wrapped your hand around the base, giving a few pressurized strokes as he bowed forward over your head and straight up whimpered in your ear, aching and pulsing and starved of touch and attention.

“Oh-.. God, momma's… t’so good…” He wove his fingers through your hair to tug lightly at the roots and anchor himself. But the second you put your tongue on him, he jerked forward and shoved into your mouth, cumming abruptly. He couldn't help it, you were; “Jus’ so warm…”

Still you swallowed it down, swiveling the tip of your tongue along the underside of his head, prolonging his high. You weren't surprised; with how frenzied he was, acting like he'd been edged for far too long – which you supposed he had, based on how he talked earlier – you pegged him for the kind to cum fast. He probably wanted you to actually peg him too.

Daryl tipped a domino by chuckling at the early orgasm, the sound waves making you moan around Scud's cock, which in return made him slide a bit deeper again. Daryl started to hum, and removed one hand from your thigh to slip two girthy fingers into you, curling them up and pressing into that sensitive spot in your walls. He focused his mouth on your clit, drawing it in with suction while he rapidly wagged his tongue, soon pumping his fingers in and out of you, and your moans picked up.

The shallow edge of Scud's claws inched further out and held your skull, careful to not scrape into your skin, but exigent nonetheless. His breathing descended into ragged heaving against the side of your head as you worked his cock like you knew every little thing that got him going.

“Getch'yer dick outta her mouth so Ah can hear ‘er cum,” Daryl barked, breaking contact from you for just a moment. Scud groaned, wanting so badly for you to deepthroat him, but he shifted over to the side, knowing Daryl would forcibly do it anyway. Now he moved impossibly faster, fingers stretching you open and filling the bedroom with wet noises from how he had you dripping.

Getting to hear you clearly now sent him into overdrive, grunting against your clit while Scud just laboriously returned to toying with your boobs. “C'mon girl, jus’ cum. Cum fer me. Wanna see yer gorgeous face.”

“Jesus, Daryl-” Your sentence split, and you cried out, trembling legs coming together and forcing him flush against you. You rode his face, a hand flying down to tug at his shaggy locks and assisting you in rolling your hips. He clutched you bruisingly hard, nearing ripping into you.

When your limbs relaxed again, he lavished long licks over your cunt, swirling the tangy, sticky nectar of your release over his entire mouth. “Mos’ perfect fuckin’ thing.”

“Pleas’ mommas, can I fuck ya?” Scud pleaded, cupping your face to catch his distress. Sharing was hard when one party was so much more controlling. Poor thing needed you.

But seeing Daryl yank down and discard his boxers, hard cock visibly throbbing and tip shaded red, he needed you too. And you could tell a blowjob just wouldn't settle it for either of them. “Fuck, just-.. both of you fuck me.”

“Can ya handle two, sweetheart?” Daryl exhorted, swiping a strayed bit of hair from your forehead and deftly tucking it back, slightly softened eyes checking for sincerity in your expression. With your nod, they acclimated to desire once again.

He flipped onto his back, and manhandled your body overtop of him, your back flattened on his chest, and Scud hurriedly positioning above. Daryl kept your legs spread apart with his, reaching around and palming at your breast while going down to slick himself between your soaked folds, slapping himself against you a couple times. “Ya tell us if s'too much, alrigh’?”

“Yea, yeah- please, just fuck me already,” You wailed as he angled you down and slipped deep into you, Scud giving you a second to adjust before coating spit over his shaft, and gently guiding into you as well.

Your back arched as Daryl held you firm, whining in delectable pain as they strained you further open than you ever had been, your acrylics digging into his waist beneath you. Scud layered himself onto you, sucking another hickey into your chest then rocking his hips a couple of times.

When you handled it well, Daryl took it as a cue to join him, plodding more in his thrusts to still give you the opportunity to bail if this wasn't to your liking. Your eyelids fluttered closed, head lulling back to rest on Daryl's shoulder as your heavy breaths fell in line with the pace. When Scud pushed in, Daryl would pull out, and vice versa: always keeping you full while maintaining the motion that granted so much ecstasy to you three. Every one of their filthy noises sounded incomprehensibly better than you'd ever pictured.

Scud mewled against you, head buried into your breasts and giving quick pecks or licks any time he wasn't being uncontrollably vocal. Daryl did the same, groaning into your shoulder and hair.

“Takin’ us so good, arentcha darlin’? So wet, pussy so tight,” Daryl hushed into your ear, hooking up faster and faster following each of his thrusts like the speed was on a multiplier.

You twisted fingers in the back of Scud's head, triggering a loud whine when you tugged on the roots of this hair and that metal choker he always wore. He started to waver, weakly humping you like his brain was fried and just focusing on staying as deep inside you as he could. “Mmm… mommy, I… ‘m so hungry. Please…” The hinges of his jaw started extending on their own, humid exhales dampening an area by your neck. Tasting hints of your blood earlier spawned a black hole that decimated the sinkhole he'd previously had caving in over time. In the near year he'd known you, that urge to just feed from your tender flesh was all he ever thought about. And now, warm walls of your cunt wrapped around him, urging him to another orgasm… He couldn't wait much longer, he was starving.

Daryl planted his feet to make up for Scud's faltering rhythm, the strengthful build of his hips and thighs making it easy to lift you. He was trying so hard to focus on just fucking you, but as the other vampire's imploring got the best of him, he started to follow suit. “Ya know yer'a damn tease, righ’ moonshine? Lookin’ so sexy all tha time, tha seductive scent ah yers… Fuck, I kno’ ya taste like heaven…” He craned his neck up, applying pressure to your carotid artery with his tongue, feeling everything he wanted pump through you at a rapid rate.

You took in a shaky breath, vivacity emanating from the both of them and encircling you. Their dicks throbbed inside of you, the drifter pistoning while the engineer hunched, but that just wasn't enough, and it made the craving so much more pressing. Their pairs of fangs rested on the edges of your skin, tracing over it, each on one side.

“Shit… just do it-.. Jus’ fuckin’ do,” You panted, and it happened so fast you barely even realized it. Scud's bite was eager, being more frantic and on your left: Daryl's more longing, savoring the feeling of piercing into your silky flesh on the right. They drew long siphons into their throats, sultry crimson flooding their systems as their eyes blazed a mutual color.

A strangled moan ripped from your being, your consciousness floating in a haze. Daryl fucked you faster, empowered by your smooth blood, grunting savagely as his razor-edged talons dug into your breasts, Scud's on your waist: but they were so careful to not rip you up.

“Mmmnngh… oh, gods momma, m’gonna cum…” Scud lost any last sense of his composure, curving his spine and slicking out of you to cum over your pelvis. He whimpered like an injured dog, anchoring himself with the teeth lodged in you, grinding against you a few times to ride out the bliss as he messied your body with lengthy ropes of white. Waves of body-wracking pleasure made him writhe around on your chest, lost in some other realm.

“Fuck… cum fer me again, dollface. Know yer good fer me,” Daryl mumbled against you, driving into your cunt with every newfound bit of liveliness he garnered from feeding on you. Your brain stopped working at this point – those red acrylic nails scratching at Daryl's thigh with your left, and Scud's back with your right.

You felt lightheaded, loss of ichor incapacitating you even as they'd ceased thirsting, just keeping fangs planted in your muscles. The crest of euphoria floated your soul to nirvana, Daryl's tip brushing past one specific golden point in your walls and shoving you off the cliff of your climax, tightening his hold on you as you bowed and bucked, vision stripped from your senses.

Your pussy spasmed and massaged around the southerner's cock, and with a final few abusing thrusts, he withdrew and spilled his own load over your folds, resistant moans rumbling from his vocal cords. All three of your chests heaved intensely, fighting to steal any oxygen from the lust-filled atmosphere of your bedroom.

Daryl's hands drifted to your midsection to push up and roll Scud off of you to the left, knowing he was too much of a fucked out mess to do it himself. He gently laid you between the two of them, smoothing a caring hand over your chest and pressing a kiss to your upper arm. “Ya feelin’ okay, moonshine? Didn't take too much, righ’?”

“Yea, ‘m good.., jus’ need a minute,” You wheezed, eyes shut and soma trying to recuperate. Daryl peeled himself from the bed, going to wet a rag, and fetch some water and food. Returning, he compassionately cleaned away the cum smeared across your curves, supporting you as he helped you drink and all – then gathered extra layers of healing saliva over your puncture wounds just to make sure they'd seal over.

He soothed you by tracing patterns with his calloused palm, the three of you resting for a long while and wrapping thoughts around what just happened.

Scud snaked his arm around yours and cuddled right up against your side, keeping lips pressed against you with his whiny hums. “Wanna feel more'ah ya mommas…” To only say he was needy was an understatement, he was full on reliant – vampiric endurance adapting the role of an exponent for such.

“Let ‘er rest.”

You brought your nails to Scud's scalp, gently scratching his head and he practically began to purr. Even if Daryl shoved him off, you appreciated how benevolent he was to you, and could tell he felt less-than right now, lacking your focus. “That spit of yours work on swellin’ too?”

He nodded with a mumbly ‘Mhm…’

“Then how bout'cha lick my pussy till it feels better, ‘nd we'll keep goin’ till botha ya are ran dry, hm?” You suggested, planting a kiss on the top of his head and sensing the energy shift.

And they were both on you all over again in an instant.

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Chocolate and Cream

Eddie x Venom x Curvy!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, SMUT, inappropriate use of chocolate, Venom's tongue should be a warning on its own, oral (Fem Receiving), piv sex, creampie, protected sex (personal headcanon that Venom can make it so the baby batter don't bake ;)), Venom is a great source of birth control, a bit of fluff, food play(?), Eddie and Venom love you so much, spme anal, squirting, Eddie and Venom definitely bang too tho IMO (PSA: PLEASE DO NOT PUT CHOCOLATE ON YOUR KITTY LADIES THAT'S HOW YOU YOU GET INFECTIONS)

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Woo! My first Eddie/Venom fic! (Technically) This is based off a private fic an old friend of mine requested that I wrote years ago, adjusted more for a curvy reader, part of some of my self-indulgent fics regarding us gals on a thicker scale :)

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You took one last look in the mirror, proudly nodding your head at your handiwork. It was a pain in the ass, for sure to get done, but with the help from some people in an anonymous kink forum, they were able to help you get this surprise for your lovely boyfriends.

You see, one of your boyfriends had this "thing" for chocolate. He needed to consume an insane amount of it or he'd have to resort to... other methods of gaining a certain chemical to sustain himself...

And of course, that's how this lovely idea came to be. Edible panties were soooooo boring!

Your body covered in chocolate-based body paint however...

You had painstakingly painted cute little hearts over your body, with some artistic swirls for extra flair. You kept your apartment freezing to avoid your body heat melting it too much, or while you painted around your nipples, the rolls of your belly, and of course somewhere far more intimate...

Then came the waiting game. You didn't know when they'd be home from running their "night errands". You knew full well what that meant, and you didn't really focus too much on that fact. It helped you sleep easier at night

You should have thought this through, though. If you sat down on your couch, the chocolate would stain it. You could sit on one of your dining chairs, but the surface was far too cold for your poor bare ass to handle right now.

Shit. Well, you could always--

You jumped back with a shriek, grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch and held it out, obscuring the view of your body from the hulking dark mass that squeezed through your apartment's window.

You relaxed slightly, your breath escaping you in a sigh.

"Venom!" You scolded. "You gave me a heart attack! Why can't you and Eddie use the front door?"

The large creature grinned, revealing jagged fangs that sent shivers of excitement up your spine. Or maybe you were just cold.

"It is faster, this way." Venom replied.

He tilted his head at you, and how peculiarly you were holding the blanket, concealing yourself from him. Then... He tipped his head back, sniffing the air.

"We smell chocolate." He growled, his voice excited as he tilted his head at you. "Are you baking, sweet thing?"

You suddenly felt very small, very awkward. Like a bunny caught in the trap about to be devoured by a hungry wolf. You'd be lying if you didn't feel a little turned on.

You also felt very stupid. God, this was so silly. Why did you...

Venom began to stalk closer, having to lean down to avoid hitting his head on your low ceiling.

"What are you hiding, sweet thing?" His voice rumbled lowly.

"Uhm..." You peep, squirming backwards, awkwardly looking around for a way out of this stupid situation you got yourself into.

"What." Venom said, each word punctuated by a step. "Are. You. Hiding?"

"I'm not hiding anything!" You lie.

"Really?" He purrs, his tongue laving out to taste at the air. "Because it smells like you're hiding something delicious from us."

"I..." You take a step back further, only to bump into the wall, squealing when your bare back makes contact with the cold drywall.

And in a blink of your eyes, Venom was there, his large, opalescent eyes narrowing at you, his maw curling into a lascivious grin.

Yeah. He was definitely salivating.

"What are you hiding behind the blanket, sweet thing?" He purred once more, his massive paws gripping the plush knit quilt.

"Uh--"

"Last chance."

"It's... Uh...." You flounder for an excuse.

In the span of a few seconds, the blanket is ripped away and you squeak, your arms locking and Venom's eyes get big and his head rocks back as he looks down at you.

(Holy shit.) Eddie's voice breathed from inside his head.

Venom's grin spreads even wider as he tilts his head slowly in the other direction. "I knew you were hiding something delicious."

"I just... I wanted to, uh..."

Venom pressed his mouth to your throat, and you could feel his heavy, wet breaths as he inhaled your scent, his large hands gripping the upper parts of your arms as he held you there, against the wall, just breathing.

It felt like forever you were standing there, the feeling of him just... breathing on you was enough to get you hot and bothered.

"You smell delicious." He grumbled against your throat, opening his mouth to let his tongue slide out.

The moment it wrapped around your throat was electric. It sent a throb of arousal straight through to your core.

You let out a watery sigh, your breaths leaving you in trembled gasps as his tongue slides lower, through the chocolate on your sternum, and wrapping around your pebbled nipple, the chocolate melting and smearing under his hot breath and saliva.

"Did you do this for us, sweet thing?" Venom asked as he pulled away, looking down at you. "You wanted to surprise us? Hmm?"

"I... I got the idea online, and..." You said, somehow finding it within yourself to still be embarrassed.

"It is a tasty surprise." He said lowly, curving a taloned finger along your cheek. He leaned in and placed a small, unusually chaste kiss to your cheek.

"But you definitely taste better." He whispered into your ear.

You couldn't suppress the little noise that comes from your throat.

"Let us clean you, sweet thing."

Fuck, why did his voice have to have that bone-vibrating frequency? Why the fuck did it have to be so sexy?! Him and Eddie both! Especially Eddie's morning voice! Ugh! It wasn't fair how easy they could just render you stupid.

Venom got on his knees in front of you and brought his mouth to your chest, swiping his hefty tongue through the chocolate, a low rumbling emitting from him the whole time, sending those wonderful tremors through your very bones as he took his time cleaning you, licking up every drop of chocolate from your body, moving lower and lower...

Fuck, you'd swear Venom's purring would be a great substitute for a vibrator. Not that you ever needed one. The moment Venom could pick up on your scent and told Eddie, they were all over you. It was especially bad when you were about to start your cycle. Venom would go feral and pounce on you the moment he picked up on your hormones.

Your train of thought derailed somewhere around the thought of that one time Eddie woke you up with his hand between your legs and crashed into the station of Venom's tongue plunging through your now-soaked folds.

"We were right. You do taste better." Venom purred right into your cunt, making you gasp and cry out. "Though the chocolate compliments your taste well."

"Fuck!" You cry as he hoists your legs over his shoulders, pushing you up the wall with how forcefully he was thrusting his tongue inside of you; his massive arms caging you in and his hands groping and squeezing at your breasts as he voraciously ate you out.

You felt his tongue press against that wonderfully world-spinning spot inside your spongy walls, drawing out and drinking down more and more of your slick as he snarled into your puffy folds.

Your nails clawed at his arms, doing no damage to his odd "skin", and if anything it was encouraging him to go further.

You felt the tip of his tongue press on your cervix before rolling back around and curling, the pink muscle writhing and wriggling inside of you like it was fighting desperately to become a part of you.

You had half a thought to let Venom bond with you for a little while and do something like this with Eddie...

You practically sobbed when Venom brought one of his hands down, squeezing the plush rolls on your belly, kneading them lovingly before pressing down beneath your belly button, where he could feel his tongue bulge and roil inside of you.

The orgasm that you were starting to feel build exploded, going off before you had a chance to prep, your eyes rolled back and you arched your spine, your mouth opening in a silent cry, your body unable to find its voice as everything came crashing down onto you; his tongue eagerly lapping up each drop, every bit of your sweet cream.

The moment his tongue slid out of you, you felt empty, bereft of his contact. You whined when he pulled away, and he kissed your neck, licking the skin again.

"Don't worry, sweet thing. Eddie just wants his turn with you, now." He snarled, easing you down onto the floor, his hands caressing your legs gently as he stood.

As his head reached height with yours, his scary, alien visage peeled and melted away, revealing Eddie's gorgeous eyes, full lips, and patchy stubble.

"Hey, baby." He chuckled, giving you a kiss as he pulled you against him.

"Hey..." You said, your voice weak and shaky.

"Nice surprise, by the way." Eddie smirked at you, his hands going down to grope and squeeze at your plush ass, his thumbs tracing every dimple. "Vee loved it."

"I could tell." You smile up at him.

"So... Let's move the after party to someplace more comfortable, huh?"

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God it always surprised you. It didn't matter which one of them fucked you, but somehow they always did it in a way that made you feel like they were trying to bully their way into your guts with their cock.

You whimpered as Eddie hugged your legs against his chest, snapping his hips up into you with so much vigor that he kept rocking you up the couch cushions. Hell, one of the cushions was a few thrusts from being pushed off the couch entirely.

"Fuck you're so fucking tight." Eddie groaned, looking down at you as every soft part of your jiggled and bounced with the force of his thrusts. He loved how you looked when you were utterly fucked out. Venom did, too. Venom's favorite "hobby" that Eddie teased him for, was how he loved to grab you and squish you in his hands, and move you up and down on his cock like a sweet, soft little toy.

Of course, you enjoyed it, too.

Eddie moved your legs so they were on either side of him now as he leaned down and kissed you hard, his plush lips and tongue greedily dancing with yours, your soft hands sliding up his back, feeling the droplets of sweat roll off of him.

Eddie had hips, and he certainly knew how to use him. The way he arched his back and gyrated them, you were tempted to joke and say he should start pole dancing. Maybe you'd bring it up with him when he wasn't currently stuffing you nine different kinds of full with his fat cock.

The tickling of the short hairs at the base made contact with your clit at every thrust, sending little flames of pleasure licking up your spine.

"Eddie..." You moaned, gripping hard at his shoulders and squirming your hips against his.

He gritted his teeth and groaned, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. "Fuck, baby." Eddie hissed, "You gettin' close?"

"Mhmm--" You say, nodding with a weak mewl.

You feel him grin against your throat and he sucked on your skin, leaving a nice, dark present on your skin. He pulled away, soothing the sting with his tongue.

"Oh-kay--" He grunted, leaning back as he slowed his thrusts almost torturously slow.

The black mass that is Venom slinked around Eddie's torso, thick tendrils moving out and gripping beneath your knees, gently forcing them as comfortably close to your head as possible, your cunt fluttering gorgeously around Eddie's cock so well that you felt Venom shudder.

Eddie stopped moving for a second that felt like hours, before he leaned over, one hand on the back of the couch and the other gripping the arm of it behind your head before sending on hard, brutal thrust down.

The moment he did that, you shrieked so loud you were sure your downstairs neighbors could hear you--hell, maybe the people down in the street heard how well Eddie was fucking you (with Venom's help, of course).

The sinful sound of his cock sliding in and out of your hole, your slick-coated skin slapping against each other was deafeningly loud to your ears as he fucked you with his newfound leverage over you, hitting your g-spot at just the right angle it had your brain going almost numb from the pleasure.

When you cum, you cum hard. You soak Eddie's stomach and your thighs as your pussy clamps down on him. You got so tight that Eddie's pace stuttered and almost stopped, a gravelly whine crawling out of his throat.

"God... Fuuuuuck, baby..." He panted hard, grinding his hips down into yours, bringing his knee up and pressing one of your thighs tighter to your body.

"E-Eddie--" You mewl.

"Just--Just a bit more, baby, I promise." Eddie hissed, his eyes closing in pure bliss as he fucks the absolute heaven that is your sweet little cunt.

"God--damn!" Eddie practically squeaked.

You see Venom's head materialize over his shoulder and he grinned down at you through your glazed-over eyes.

Oh god. That was a favorite trick Venom liked to pull. Whenever Eddie was close to coming, sometimes Venom liked to force a tendril up his ass, squirming and tickling his prostate.

"Vee, you little shit--!" Eddie moaned.

"Keep fucking her, Eddie." Venom purred, his tongue sliding around Eddie's throat.

"Gonna beat your fucking--" He hiccuped, his hips stuttering and jolting into yours. "--beat your ass for this..."

"You say that every time. NOW KEEP FUCKING HER." Venom snapped, forcing the tendril deeper into Eddie's ass, this time pressing with more force on his prostate, eliciting a broken moan from him as he slapped his hips harshly into yours, your sweet cunt leaving a nice creamy ring around the base of his cock.

"Fuck, baby..." You whine, feeling tears burn in your eyes as your second orgasm starts to build.

Venom can sense it, and you were fucked the moment his head snapped to look at you.

Completely, utterly fucked.

A smaller tendril splits off from the ones still pinning your legs up, and latches onto your clit, pulling and tugging and rolling in a way that has the air knocked out of your lungs.

"Oh shhhii-iIiIII-iit..." You sob, clawing desperately at Eddie's shoulders, feeling Venom's tongue wrap around one of your wrists, eagerly lapping at your skin as if he could taste your nectar from that alone.

You and Eddie cum almost simultaneously, your orgasms slamming you like a runaway freight train.

You once again soak Eddie's stomach and crotch, your spray and cum dripping down to soak the couch cushions as Eddie's hot seed floods your soft, now-pliant walls, groaning as Venom presses inside of him, making his hips jerk until he's fucked every last drop into you.

Venom finally releases the two of you and Eddie collapsed, Eddie laying across your plush body, your rolls, and cute squishy fat being the perfect pillows for him. (Your breasts too, as he buried his face in them.)

The two of you breathe hard, your sweat mingling between your bodies as you cool off, shivers causing goosebumps to rise up and down Eddie's back as his heart slowed, the heavy echoes still pattering against yours.

"Eddie?" You breathe.

"Yeah." He grunted, voice muffled by your breasts.

"I think we're going to need to steam clean the couch."

Eddie and Venom both broke out laughing.

And here you were, worried about chocolate staining your couch. Turns out it was the cream that was the problem.

[kqiscr]

KINKT☆BER WEEK ONE! ー MICHAEL KAISER

MY EYES ARE UP HERE

a pretty angel like you would look better on his thigh

warnings: corruption, thigh riding, hints of degradation + praise, kaiser is a warning by himself, use of fem pet names/afab anatomy, i know zero german, i haven't wrote smut in a hot minute so give me a chance

w/c: 2.7k

i am not responsible for any minors who interact | not proofread. ktober mtl

"is there something wrong, mein liebling?" kaiser snapped his fingers in front of your face, his lips upturned in amusement as you jumped in surprise.

"huh? nothing's wrong," you quickly shook your head, embarrassed to have been caught red-handed.

not like it was your fault— he has to know about how distracting his gray sweatpants were. no matter where you tried to force your gaze, it always led back to the noticeable bulge in his pants.

although you've been dating kaiser for a few months now, things have never escalated past a few feathery touches as his fingers skimmed under your shirt while making out— or maybe a little grind from you here and there.

you wanted to see what he was hiding under that fabric, but you were too shy to. every time you would even remotely try to ask, it always led to your face heating up and you scurrying away, or you would drop the question last minute. he always teased you for being so "innocent".

he gave you a knowing look, obviously not believing your terribly said lie, but still reverted his attention back to the book he was reading.

knowing that he had the faintest idea of why you kept glancing his way, you decided to busy yourself on your phone— which also wasn't much help to distract you from how kaiser kept shuffling around, every movement making his dick print more prominent.

he had to be doing it on purpose at this point. every so often he would spread his legs a bit wider, place a hand on his thigh, and adjust his sweats. every single movement and rustle would cause you to peer at him through the corner of your eyes— not only in curiosity of what he was doing, but to see how the new angle would make the bulge look.

the more you thought about what was in his pants, the more you pressed your thighs together. your thoughts trailed off, the desperation of months of wanting him to bend you over something—anything— finally getting to you.

would he be mean and cocky, degrading you and mocking you at every chance he gets?

or would he be slow and caring, given the fact it would be your first time with him? would he praise you and give you what you would plead and beg for?

knowing him, you went with the former. not like you were complaining— you wanted him so bad you'd let him fuck you on the kitchen counter at this point. maybe even the floor.

"i'm starting to think you're a bit distracted," kaiser rasped. you were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't notice how he inched closer to you, his breath against your ear causing you to have goosebumps.

"am not!" you attempted to save yourself, hiding your face behind your phone and opening and closing random apps. maybe having the weather app open looking at the weather of a different country across the world didn't help your case.

"look at me, schatz." he placed his fingers under your jaw and angled your head to meet his piercing eyes.

you fidgeted with your hands, anticipating what he was going to say. but he didn't say anything, simply wrapped his hands around your waist and effortlessly placing you on his lap. you subconsciously throw your arms around his neck as you waited for him to say something.

"is there something you want from me?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side. you were still too awkward to answer his question, so you simply focused on the tattoo that was peeking out of his shirt's neckline, shaking your head slightly.

"are you going to answer me with words? or will i just have to force it out of you?" your eyes widened at the implications of his statement.

"what do you mean by that?" you soon found out, because he lifted you up slightly and placed you back down on one of his thighs, making sure that your legs were on either side of it,

"do you think i'm stupid, liebling? you think i wouldn't notice you staring like you wanted my pants off?" he could feel the way your thighs clenched around him at his statement as he smirked.

"i wasn't!" you were adamant on beating these allegations, although it would be nearly impossible. you were not only a terrible liar, but you were trying so hard not to move an inch. the pressure of his thigh on your cunt was getting unbearable, and you wanted him to do anything to relieve the heat that was building up.

he shuffled a little bit, bouncing his thigh in the process, leading a whine to escape your mouth. he froze for a moment before chuckling.

"pretty girl wants to get off my thigh, hm?" he raised an eyebrow as his voice lowered an octave. the sudden pitch change in his voice made your pussy throb.

hesitantly, you nodded. "please— want it so bad."

"that wasn't so hard to do, was it?" he slipped his hands under the waistband of your shorts. "now take these off."

you hurriedly took the pair of shorts off, and kaiser's eyes widened as he saw the lingerie you were wearing.

"and you weren't going to show me this, schatz?" he admired the way the shade of blue— the same color as the tips of his hair and tattoo— looked on your skin. "how mean."

before you could open your mouth to respond, he had already put you back on his muscular thigh, which was still covered by the gray fabric of his sweatpants.

his grip on your waist was sure to have you bruising as he slowly began to guide you to rock back and forth on his thigh. the friction wasn't much, but you don't remember the last time you had even bothered to touch yourself— paired with the fact that you were currently on top your insanely attractive boyfriend— his thigh felt like heaven.

you let out little whimpers and short moans that kaiser found cute. "feels good, yeah?" he asked as you began to put your hands on his shoulders and pick up the pace, trying to chase your high.

"so gooood," you moaned out, the way your cunt rubbed against the lingerie and the rough surface of his leg along with the occasional bounce of his thigh and encouragement he'd whisper into your ear.

"you look so good like this, i don't know why i didn't do this earlier," he frowned, watching the way you arched your back and leaned your head forward to meet the crook of his neck to muffle your sounds.

kaiser had always thought you were a relatively pure girl, not once hearing you say anything remotely dirty or insinuate having sex with him. for fucks sake, even the makeouts were tame enough. but having you on his thigh, not a thought behind those eyes except of how good it feels— he wanted to absolutely ruin you.

"never thought a pretty angel like you would want to drool all over my thigh." if you were in the right state of mind, you would've been mortified over the patch of wetness that was growing on his sweatpants, but right now it was the least of your worries.

he focused his attention on your neck, nibbling and biting until little blossoms of purple appeared all over, trailing down to your collarbone. his hands snuck under your shirt, unclasping your bra, earning a gasp from you. the cold from his hands made shivers run down your spine even as he toyed with your hardened nipples.

"wanna cum," you moaned out, feeling yourself get tired from doing all the work yourself. "help meee."

he felt his dick twitch in his pants as soon as you looked up at him with glossy, half-lidded eyes. he's dreamed of seeing you like this, and now that he had you like this right in front of him, he wasn't going to miss this opportunity.

"help with what? you can use your words." you only responded with a whine, mind still not foggy enough for you to shamelessly beg for him.

"p-please," you stammered, hoping that would be enough to satisfy him.

"please what? i still don't know what you need help with." you nearly scowled, trembling as he pressed his thigh harder against your covered cunt.

"i wanna cum so bad, kaiser pleaseee— wan' your help."

"now that wasn't so hard, was it schatz? of course i'll let a dirty girl like you get off on me." him putting it that way had you whining, but soon he had you moaning out his name, clawing at his clothed back.

"oh f-fuckfuckfuck, m' close!" you cried out.

"gonna make a mess for me angel? go ahead."

he watched as your hips spasmed and a drawn-out moan left your lips, helping you ride your climax out as eventually you slowed to a stop.

you look down, peering at how uncomfortable his pants seemed to be on him.

"mmm, jus' want you inside." you pleaded, a hand reaching over to palm him. he let out a hiss and looked conflicted— he was deciding if he should just fuck you right here on the couch or if he should take a moment to bring you to the bed.

deciding on the latter, he carried you bridal style to your bedroom. he let you lie on the bed as he took off his sweatpants, his boxers quickly following. you gaped at his sheer size.

"it won't fit," you complained. you, weren't exactly complaining, but you had no idea how he was even going to get past the tip.

"i just need to get you ready for me. it'll fit." he wasn't gonna lie, you whining about his size out of all things made his ego get even bigger than it already was. you nodded, trusting him.

"sloppy fucking cunt is so wet for me," he cooed as he pulled your panties to the side and slid a slender finger in. you squirmed as he began to curl his finger, adding another finger and picking up the pace. the lewd squelches echoed throughout the room.

he was prodding everywhere but your g-spot— it was on purpose, his enjoyment of not giving you what you wanted clearly written all over his face. maybe he'd make you beg for it again.

"nghh... gonna cum again," you mewled.

"you're not gonna fucking cum until i say so," he narrowed his eyes, blond and blue hair framing his face.

"wh-what?" you wailed as he pulled his fingers out, hands shooting out to stop him. "why'd you stoppp."

your slick covered his fingers, which he quickly lapped up in front of you. your face felt hot, the scene in front of you as obscene as he could make it. without a care in the world, he let out slurping sounds and snickered when he saw your flustered face.

"be patient," he glowered as he slapped his tip against your clit, teasing you as you whined. you furrowed your eyebrows, done with all his teasing.

your mouth shaped into an o-shape as you felt him slide himself in.

"shit... this pussy was made for me."

"wait-ah...you're too biggg..." you felt yourself getting dizzy over the feeling of him stretching you out, biting your bottom lip to prevent yourself from drooling all over the pillow.

"doing s'good for me." he bottomed out, and he had to physically stop himself from immediately pounding into you with the way you literally sucked him in and enveloped him. slowly he began to thrust into you, you gripping the sheets. the sheer length and girth of him was nothing like you've ever experienced before.

"ha-harder— faster...please," you trailed off as he sped up upon your request, not able to hold himself back from messing up your insides.

although it was your first time having sex with him, it was like he could just tell what made you feel good, what spots made you see stars upon stars, and what made you mind simply go blank.

kaiser was probably saying something to you, but you weren't able to understand anything, your brain dumb and unable to do anything but feel the dick that was burying into you.

"k-kaiserrr, feels too good," you felt tears pool at the corner of your eyes. "no more, no mo'"

"'no more, no more"' he mocked your moans. "you say that, but you're the one who keeps grinding back on my cock like the whore you are. didn't you just tell me to go faster?"

you didn't even notice how you were trying to move your hips back onto him— not like it would've changed anything. you would've lost it if he had actually heeded your pleas and stopped moving.

he suddenly flipped you over, making you face him as he threw your legs over his shoulders, nearly bending you in half. you looked up at him questioningly, meeting his darkened and dilated eyes.

without warning, he went back to his usual brutal pace, every thrust ending with a whine from you or a soft grunt from him. then he hit that spongey spot in you that had your vision go white. you let out an unusually loud moan that bordered a scream, and thats when kaiser knew he found what he was looking for.

"right here," he whispered under his breath as he began to bully his cock right into your g-spot, leaving you breathless and burying your head into your hands to muffle your moans. he used one of his hands to grab your wrists and pin them above your head.

"i want to hear those pretty moans of yours, liebling." you didn't even have the mind to be self-conscious anymore, you just wanted him to finally cum inside you.

oh, he loved the way that he made you dumber and dumber by the minute. he loved the way your gummy walls clenched around him. he loved the way his sweet little girl was crying and bumbling right under him. he loved everything about you.

he brought his head down to give you a quick kiss, feeling you try to get your hands out of his grasp.

"wanna feel you so bad," you pleaded, and he decided to let go, your glistening doe eyes convincing him. you immediately began to tug on his hair and then forced him down into another kiss— this time much more deeper and longer. he felt you bite on his lips, tongue brushing everywhere as the kiss was reduced to you just wanting to get as close as you can to kaiser, wanting to feel and taste as much as him as you could.

he pulled away to give you some air, a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you cried out.

"i t-think im gonna—"

"cum for me princess." his coaxing voice paired with the way he played with your clit finally brought you over the edge.

the way you almost sang his name when you came almost had him following right after you, but he wanted this to last as long as possible, even with the thick white ring that was making its way to the base of his cock.

the overstimulation was too much for you to handle, to the point where it was like you were silently screaming. it hurt, but it was too good.

"where should i cum, liebling?" his thrusts were becoming frantic and the pace was uneven, as if he was going feral. you could even swear you heard a whimper or two the closer he got to his climax.

"inside! insideinsideinside—" you babbled, wanting to finally feel him fill you up.

"f-fuck," his voice cracked as he rammed his hips into yours one last time, bringing you close as he hid his head into your chest to suppress any other sounds. you could swear that he skimmed your cervix.

after your cunt had finished milking him dry, both of you were breathing heavily, not saying a word. you assumed that kaiser was simply calming down before pulling out, but a nearly a minute passed and he never did.

"k-kaiser?" you quipped. your thighs were still trembling, and you could feel the mix of your fluids trailing out of your pussy. "are you gonna pull out?"

"did i ever say i was done?"

sorry lol i actually hate this one

[princessmaybank]

hi princess, I hope your break is going well <33 this is like super specific but could you do a jj x Routledge!reader with super blonde frizzy hair nd jj doesn’t know she dyes it brown until he walks in on her with a lions mane getting dye ready

No pressure at all for u to get to this, i love ur work so so much and I hope you’re going okay princess <333 thank you

thank you for the request! wasn't sure if you wanted smut in there but that's how all of my Fics end up so I'm assuming you do! I'm sorry this turned so dark if you wanted it fluffier. I have recently started Haunting Adeline 😂🤭🩷

Hair Dye

Pairings: JJ x Routledge!Reader

Warnings: Surprise Kiss, Fingering, Rough!Dark!JJ, Spanking, Panty Ripping, Hair Pulling, Choking, P in V, Creampie, Caught, etc.

Summary: Read the ask^

Author's Note: Wrote this so fast, I hope you like it, sorry it's so late!

"I just don't see the point, dad and I have brown hair, you got blonde hair, you should feel special!" John B says as I walk down the aisle searching for the color I want. "That's exactly the point JB. I feel left out. It's odd, plus people have asked us way too many times if we're dating, even though we have the same face." JB rolled his eyes in defeat as I found the shade of brown I was searching so hard for. I was so excited that I could barely wait until we got home.

"Hey JJ is coming over soon!" I hear JB yell from the kitchen as he puts away some groceries. "I expect nothing less. Your boyfriend basically lives here!" I laugh as I go into the bathroom and read the instructions. Once I think I finally have it down and the parts mixed together, my brother calls me into the kitchen. "I'm gonna start cooking dinner. Is there any way I am going to talk you out of this? Blonde hair takes a long time to come back." He says and almost on cue JJ stumbles in the front door. "And yet yours keeps coming back." I say throwing my thumb over my shoulder. He chuckled at my stupid joke and ruffled my hair, causing it to frizz up even more than it already had.

"Hey there, hot stuff." JJ said with a wink. I roll my eyes before walking to the bathroom. "He was talking to you!" I shout teasing JB about his best friend. "I definitely wasn't but okay. What's with her?" I hear him ask my brother. I put the gloves on and get a towel ready under my neck. "She's going to dye her hair. I kept trying to talk her out of it. Fuck, I forgot something at the store. I'll be back, try not to kill each other." I heard the screen door slam as John B ran out.

I heard loud footsteps coming from the hallway until they reached me. "You're not gonna try to talk me out of it too are you?" I say setting down the bottle of dye. "Not gonna try shit" I breathe out a sigh of relief. "You're not doing it." He demanded. "Who do you think you are?" I ask with a full attitude. "Y/N. You don't need to dye your hair." I shook my head. "I want to!" I whined. JJ went to grab the bottle of hair dye and so did I. Eventually he tore it from me and held it above his head. I wasn't able to reach it and he laughed because he thought he had won. I looked him in the eyes and took his face in my hands, planting a big kiss on him. when his lips moved back and forth with mine, I knew he'd drop his arm any second. And he did. I took the chance and stole my bottle back running to the guest bedroom and trying to make it to that bathroom. I wasn't aware JJ was right behind me until I was pinned against the bathroom door.

"Why must you be a little brat all the time?" He asked. JJ's eyes are dark now. This wasn't a game anymore. He removed the bottle from my hand, I let him take it because I was so stunned by this sudden change. "You're. Not. Dying. It." He said with a low menacing voice. "Jay-" I tried to plead, I don't know why, but he was scaring me. He was also kind of arousing me. I never had these feelings for my brother's best friend, maybe it was just how dark he felt in this moment.

He stared into my eyes before placing his lips to mine once again. It felt different this time, I felt a zing, coursing through my veins. His fingertips were now bruising my hips as he lightly humped me through our clothes. This felt unreal. I peak my eyes open for a moment. Yep. it was still JJ. He was still grabbing me with an intense force and grinding his rock hard cock into me.

My eyes shut again and I just went with it. His right hand moved to unbutton my shorts. When he found his way in, he didn't tease, he only plummeted two fingers into my soaked core. "He won't be gone long, if there's something you want from me..tell me now." He demanded again. My eyes stared into his begging to be fucked but I knew it wouldn't be that easy. "F-fuck me.." I whispered through my breath, unable to think as his fingers moved back and forth. "Speak up." His harsh tone scared me slightly but I said my phrase again, louder so he could hear.

His fingers escaped my opening, causing a whine to spill from my lips. He rolled his eyes before pulling my shorts down. I kicked them to the side before I was roughly turned around and slammed up against the door. A gasp flew out of me unexpectedly followed by another when I felt him slap my ass. I let out loud moans as he continued, taking turns with my cheeks. When they were blood red, he squeezed them in his hands. I hissed from the sensitivity he caused.

He toyed with my panties for a few seconds before he spoke. "You don't need these." He chuckled lightly before I heard a ripping sound. Shock was written all over my face as he tore the rest of the thin fabric off of my body. His fingers found my slick folds and teased them for a moment. I was about to chime in before hearing the sound of a zipper and shorts dropping to the ground. I didn't have enough time to process the noise before I felt his cock slide inside me. He let out a dark groan and quickened his pace, not letting me adjust to his size. He was going so fast and so hard. I was a moaning mess. My head started to fall but he didn't let it get too far. His hand pulled me back by my hair while his other wrapped around my throat. His fingertips squeezed tighter, not giving me much room to work air in or out. "You like that? Like my hand wrapped around your throat while you take my cock?" He asked and all I could do was give a small nod before he pulled my hair again, so now my ear was against his lips. "What would John B say if he walked in on us right now? Think he'd be pissed to see his sister with my cock jammed in her tight pussy?" He teased.

Those words were enough to cause an eruption in me. My orgasm hit me like a freight train and slid down his cock and onto his thighs. His hand left my throat and fell to my hips as I pulled in as much air as possible. He fucked me hard a few more times before his cum leaked inside of me.

The sound of the screen door opening and closing apparently wasn't enough to get JJ's dick out of me. My throat was tired, I couldn't mutter a word and JJ knew that. He rode out his high which made my eyes roll back. It was enough for me to squeeze my thighs together and cum again.

"JJ when I said anything, this is not what I meant!" JB shouted. We never even heard him walk in, but we heard the bedroom door slam. We cooled down and I went into the bathroom to inspect my neck. There were bruises where JJ had a hold of me. "What did he mean by that?" I asked. JJ was a lot brighter now. "Oh he messaged me before you two got home and told me to make you not dye your hair. He said to do anything I have to." He chuckled. "Wasn't planning this.." He said pointing to my neck. "But I'm glad it happened." He shrugged and kissed my forehead. A smile spread onto my face before I laid my head on his chest. He held me in his arms and I promised to never dye my hair.

"Good, I like pullin' on this blonde lion's mane." He giggled before I swatted at his chest.

[nightwngz]

Hiya! May I request a Hal Jordan with a shy fem or gn reader that he wants to bring out of their shell? Can be fluff or smut, I like both :3 Thank you so much! I’m glad you love Hal as much as I do!

BLUSHING !

hal jordan x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . fluff. A cliché because I like them. Hal bothers the reader because she blushes very often. Age gap? (9/10 years). Unrealistic and fanciful references to the operation of what is probably a military aircraft, try to ignore them to make the fantasy more enjoyable. Kisses.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . I enjoyed writing this request. I was getting a bit tired of the constant smut stuff, so I wrote this as a refreshing break from that. I hope you enjoy it. <3

Throughout their lives, many people have had a friend who used to be completely shy and introverted. That person you had to speak for because they couldn't say more than two words without getting nervous. Unfortunately, you were that person, and Dick Grayson was the best friend of the Titans who rushed to your rescue when you were forced to socialize.

On a mission alongside the Justice League, you couldn't help but feel intimidated. They were all the greatest heroes in the world, the epitome of heroism that you aspired to become. In comparison, you were a rookie with little experience. Even Dick, who was almost the same age as you, often had much more experience. In this regard, you couldn't help but feel an intense sense of nervousness that wouldn't let you keep your composure.

You stayed behind Dick and Kory throughout the entire meeting, trying to blend in. You feared that at any moment you might be forced to step forward and say something, so you just stayed behind the couple until you had to return to the tower.

— Any questions about the plan? — Dick concluded, crossing his arms.

— Just one. — Said an unfamiliar voice. — Is the new recruit hiding behind you coming to say hello?

Quickly, your cheeks flushed intensely. This was what you feared: being forced to introduce yourself when all you wanted was to stay in your space behind everyone, unnoticed.

With your head down, your cheeks flushed, and your nerves on edge, you leaned forward to answer as best you could.

— H-hello.

Once the guys moved away, you could briefly see that it had been Green Lantern who had dared to ask if he could say hello. Barely had you responded to him when a bold smile spread across his face, making you feel much more flushed than before.

— Well... — Dick congratulated you quietly as he positioned himself again as a barrier, covering you. —Does anyone have any doubts about the plan?

You kept thinking about Green Lantern in the coming days, occasionally while hugging the pillow. You thought he was attractive, but his flirtatious demeanor could be intimidating, even more so than Batman's, and that's considering you had only exchanged a word with him.

When you thought about it properly, you felt overwhelmed by the questionable age difference. He could easily be up to 10 years older than you, but that couldn't stop you from being attracted to him. However, if just saying hello made you so nervous, how were you supposed to flirt with an older man? You were pathetic.

When you returned to the Watchtower to complete a mission, he stood next to you and looked you up and down. You were incredibly surprised by the height difference between the two of you.

When you noticed his presence watching you, your cheeks flushed a deep red. He just chuckled with a hint of tenderness, which made you feel even more embarrassed.

— You blush easily, don't you? — He asked you kindly. — How cute.

You couldn't answer, the words got stuck in your throat. You tried to make your cheeks stop burning, but they only grew redder. You wanted to run and hide, but you didn't have the courage, so you just stood there.

— You don't have to be ashamed, honey. I don't bite. Not all the time, of course — He joked.

A strand of hair fell across your face, obstructing your view, but you didn't notice until Hal's hand brushed it aside, tucking it behind your ear. You dared to glance at him for a second; he was too handsome to assume he was flirting instead of just being friendly.

— I…

— What did you say, honey? I can't hear you when you mumble. — He smiled at you.

Finally, you started to listen to Dick giving his speech about the mission for the Titans and the league, but you could only think about Hal. It was the only thing you could think about during the two-hour meeting.

He was incredibly outgoing compared to you. Maybe that was one of the reasons he was so attractive: his confidence, his charm, and how outgoing he was. You hadn't talked to him much, just twice, but you were drawn to his energy, and you just wanted to know what it would be like to be with someone like that, but not anyone, just him.

Your mind wandered into practically unreal romantic fantasies. Perhaps it was obvious that, due to past experiences, you had little confidence in love and that's why you hoped that he would be unique among others. However, you would hit yourself on the head with your own fist when you remembered that he probably wasn't even interested in you.

Idiot, idiot, idiot. You felt like an idiot.

Furthermore, it was most likely that once that mission was over, Hal Jordan wouldn't hear from you again until the Titans were needed again. So maybe, it was perhaps naive to think or hope to run into him somewhere outside of work. What started as shyness turned into a huge ball of limitations trying to convince you that feeling attraction was a very bad idea. However, you kept blushing three times as much as usual every time you saw him, every single time!

Your conversations between you began to flow more naturally. Hal, being the flatterer and flirt that he is, did everything he could to bring you out of your shell. In particular, he had developed an obsession with making you blush, mentioning everything from simple things like how beautiful you were when you blushed to more vulgar things, but still eliciting that feeling of attraction in you.

One day, you were fortunate enough to be completely alone in some area of the base. Since everything was located in space, you were lucky to see the stars from a better position. They looked so close that you thought you could pick them up with your fingers.

— Have you ever traveled by plane? — he asked, standing in the doorway, admiring how fascinated you were watching the stellar spectacle.

— Several times. These are some of the advantages Dick has as Batman's son.

He smiled, approaching you and extending his hand for you to take.

— Come with me.

You followed him blindly, taking his hand. It wasn't long before both of you were on land, more precisely in a city called 'Coast City', right in front of 'Ferris Aircraft', where Hal stopped and removed the ring from his finger to tuck it inside his pocket. Everything was starting to get more confusing with each step.

— Hal... — You murmured with a blush. — What does that mean? I told you, I've flown in an airplane before.

— But you’ve never flown with me.

That's his line. The most memorable phrase that anyone who has spent time with him has heard him say. It made you feel special, even though deep down you knew you weren't. But flying with him excited you so much that it didn't matter that you weren't the first to go with him.

After bribing the security guard at the entrance with the excuse, "Do it for the beautiful lady," you were both in the air. You marveled at the view of the night sky from the co-pilot's window, feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins from the speed, which made you even more excited. Perhaps it was this that made you smile from ear to ear, as you had never done before. Your fingers danced to the rhythm of your companion's excitement.

— How is it possible that everything seems more exciting from up here? — You asked him, completely amused by the experience.

— How is it possible that I had to take you on a tour of the sky to make you lose your shyness?

In a hurried impulse, you grabbed Hal by the chin to turn his face towards you until you could see his eyes, and without much thought, you pressed your lips against his. It was a swift motion, but you kissed him intensely until it was necessary to let go so he could focus back on the road.

— Maybe the adrenaline is giving me the confidence to do whatever it takes — you said, but a few seconds later you blushed. — I'm not sure how long that will last.

Quickly, he moved his fingers to a bold red button in the center of the control panel labeled "Autopilot”. Then he settled into his seat, and you leaned back against the armrest. He was very close to you, watching you with those bright brown eyes you loved so much.

— Then we should make the most of every minute, right?

Your cheeks flushed as usual, which made him smile. He leaned down to your neck and kissed it with great devotion, making you tingle. Your hands ran down his back, caressing his aviator jacket, the one you once dreamed of wearing when he had the desire to lend it to you, infused with his scent.

Minutes later, he kissed your lips. He caressed them with his own, exploring you entirely, leaving no corner untested. His lips felt moist and soft, just as you had imagined they would. His minty breath slid down your throat as Hal rejoiced that your lips tasted like cherry lip gloss, delicious and addictive.

It was not only the first time you kissing inside a plane in the middle of the sky, leaning back in the co-pilot's seat, but it was also the first time you found yourself in this situation. For a moment, as his fingers pressed against your thigh, you wondered if you were doing the right thing or if you should tell him to stop and land. But honestly, everything seemed easier from up there: with Hal Jordan at your feet and a starry sky around you, it was easy to feel like you were in control.

— Have I told you how cute you are when you're not afraid of anything?

It was the first time you had gone this far with someone, but you didn't want to stop. Your blush and embarrassment wouldn't be able to defeat you this time.

[hollywoodroses]

basic instinct (a dave mustaine fan fiction)

this story is not based on the film basic instinct, it’s an original story idea

“After spending the school year at a university exchange program in italy, you are invited by your housemate to spend christmas/new years with her family. When preparing for the trip home with her, she forgot to mention she had a troubled brother who would later set his sights on you.”

this is the first time I am writing about dave mustaine, please bear with me. I really hope all of you like it!

a/n: I couldn’t wait and wrote this at midnight

Warnings: heavy smut including, spit!kink and cum!eating, masturbation, language including sexual language, mention of violence, a character passes away, and cigarette smoking.

minors please do not interact

While spending the school year in a university exchange program in Italy, you became friends with your housemate who was from Los Angeles. It didn’t take her long to find out you had no family, you lost your parents in a car accident when you were 18 years old. Since you were of legal age at the time, you were considered an adult and you were forced to move out on your own.

You had spent the time in Italy while choosing whether you wanted to go to law school or nursing school after spending two years studying political science with a minor in world languages.

It was time to go back home, your housemate invited you to spend Christmas and New Years with her family. You were so excited to spend time with people as you had always felt alone. She explained she had a mother and aunts, uncles and cousins that would be there. She forgot to mention her brother Dave, well didn’t really forget. Her family doesn’t talk about him, he was a bit troubled and labeled the “bad-seed” of the family. He did petty robbery with his friends and led women on with a promise of having a sexual encounter with him. He was 22 years old and still living at home, refusing to grow up and mature.

The plane ride from Italy seemed like a lifetime, you had so much energy you spent the flight talking with your friend, more like best friend. You didn’t realize the plane was landing when you were about to take a rest from all the chatting.

You are surprised to see a taxi waiting for you, ready to take you to your friend’s house and for the party to start.

-AT HOME-

Just as your friend was about to open the front door with her house key, you noticed a figure of a young man leaning against the side of the house. A flame from a lit cigarette burning in the dark. You are curious of the mysterious man. You decided to brush off what you are thinking as you are greeted by the family you would spend time with.

You spend hours chatting with the family you are with sitting with two women looking at baby pictures of your friend. While laughing at how cute she looked as a toddler, you noticed the young man from outside was sitting on a couch opposite you. Was he checking you out? You thought to yourself, he had a soft smirk while he gazed at you. It kept you speechless and a little uneasy as you tried to ignore him while listening to the women talk about their plans for the new year.

After awhile you excused yourself to go to the washroom. When you are finished your business, open the door and are shocked to see the nameless man who was checking you out earlier. You try and scream but he covers your mouth with his hand, pushing you back into the washroom and warning you to be silent.

“What’s your name, pretty girl?” He asks.

“Y/N.” You whisper with an innocent look in your eyes.

“I’m Dave and when I saw you for the first time I knew I had to have you”.

You feel turned on and a wetness begin to form in your pussy as you heard him confess to you. You didn’t understand but you wanted him too. Licking your lips, not realizing you are temping him he kisses you gently. You open your mouth and let his tongue explore you. Feeling his hands on your chest, you break the kiss and encourage him to rip off your blouse while you take your panties off under your skirt.

You sit on the countertop, you can’t help but feel horny. You pull Dave close to you and kiss him as you begin to grind against his dick that is covered by his jeans. Breaking the kiss, you moan as you speed up your grinding feeling like you can squirt at any moment. Suddenly, Dave puts his hands on your face and whispers lovingly to you, making you stop and get back to reality. Getting a wicked idea, you wet your fingers with your mouth and proceed to finger yourself as Dave watches you with a dark look on his face. You continue to fuck yourself until you orgasm, sucking your fingers clean.

You jump off the countertop and kiss Dave one last time, or is it the last time? You couldn’t get enough of him. He smirked at you as he left the washroom before you as not to cause a scene. You turn to look at yourself in the mirror and notice your face is red and you feel a chill all over your body. You put water on your face as you wait to cool yourself down. Once you feel better, you head back to the living room where everyone is.

-BACK AT THE PARTY-

When you are finally back in your seat downstairs, you see your friend talking to Dave. She seemed upset, even going as far as losing a few tears. You swear you over hear her talking to him.

“Please leave my friend alone, you remember what happened to Daisy right? Because, I remember how fucked-up you can be!”

Thankfully her family didn’t hear her conversation, they were all on the fancy kitchen table getting ready to eat.

“Y/BFN” Her mother called her.

You look at Dave, wondering what his sister meant when she talked about this unknown girl.

You see, Daisy was a smart girl. She was the daughter of their mother’s childhood friend. Daisy got good grades and excelled in piano, she was planning to go to Juilliard to learn how to be a piano player for classical concerts but her dream was to play on Broadway. Unfortunately, this all changed when she met Dave in her senior year of high school. Daisy had just turned 18 while Dave was a high school dropout. he met Daisy at a house party and she was intrigued by him.

When Dave found out, Daisy had a school-girl crush he decided to make a move on her. This encounter caused her to get pregnant and she was forced to live with her grandparents in San Francisco. This way, she would be far away from Dave and his wild antics. The person who was hit the hardest from the loss was his sister, she was the same age as Daisy and they grew up together.

You try and have a good time at dinner and once it’s all cleaned up, the family puts on a Christmas movie. You seem uninterested and get excited as you look over at Dave. Walking up to where he is sitting, you make a silent move to grab his hand and walk him to your bedroom. You fail to notice that his sister saw the whole thing. She couldn’t say anything as you and Dave are free to make your own choices. She just hopes you won’t get damaged like Daisy did.

Once you are alone with Dave, all bets are off. You push him onto the bed and crawl on his body, sitting on his lap. You move out of the way a little and unbutton his jeans. Pulling his jeans down along with his boxers, you start to rub his dick. Slowly at first than faster. As you are doing this you feel yourself get wet. You watch Dave in awe as he closes his eyes and moans. It doesn’t take long for him to cum all over your hand. You look at him as you lick your hand clean of his juice. You can’t help of moan as you savour his taste. Rolling his cum in your mouth with your saliva, you crawl up towards him, encouraging him to open his mouth for you, you spit in his mouth as you kiss him. You and Dave spend the whole night exploring each other. Both falling asleep in sexual bliss.

Once it is morning you wake up to an empty bed. Wondering what happened to Dave, you put on his discarded t-shirt and walk downstairs to the kitchen. You find Dave’s sister with her mum, crying. Along with a newborn that was sleeping in its carrier.

“What’s going on.” You ask.

Dave’s mother sits you down at the counter and explains everything to you.

“Dave went out last night, to see Daisy. She was giving birth to his child. While at the hospital, Daisy’s brother got into a fight with him. After Dave’s daughter was born, he ran off with Daisy due to threats from her family. While getting their belongings, Daisy’s brother and his friends tracked them down and shot Dave. He died of his injuries and they took Daisy away. All we have left of him is his daughter. She was left at our door in the middle of the night”.

You are shocked to learn everything. You truly felt in love with Dave but you were just a toy in his dangerous game. A game he played with another innocent girl that cost him his life.

the end

[monsterswithimagines]

The Wolf

Bigby Wolf x Red Riding Hood OC

Summary: Red Riding Hood does not want to be afraid of The Big Bad Wolf anymore. A/N: Help. I don't know why I wrote this. This is pure smut. Good luck.

Masterlist

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The silence between them was a living, writhing thing as they rode the elevator up to Red’s floor. She still wasn’t sure exactly how she had come to invite the Big Bad Wolf back to her place. It was something about almost dying–and him saving her life.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been alone with the Sheriff. Maybe she never had been. At least, not in Fabletown.

In the Homelands, though…

That memory was one of her most frequent nightmares.

Grandmother, what big eyes you have…

She’d been so stupid and naïve. But then, maybe she still was.

Why else would she be bringing the Big Bad Wolf to her apartment?

They reached her floor, and she fumbled with her keys as they walked to her door. He was smoking one of those disgusting Huff & Puffs, and she wanted to tell him to put it out before they went inside, but it seemed unfair, given he’d just saved her.

So she didn’t ask, but she didn’t have to. He dropped the cigarette to the floor and stomped it out before they went inside.

Her place was small and cosy. She had a combined living room and kitchen, a tiny bathroom and a bedroom. The bathroom door was closed, the bedroom door open.

Bigby looked around in interest, and Red tried not to blush as she cleared her throat.

“I’ll just… get my first aid kit.”

“Don’t bother. It was just a scratch. I’m already healing.”

Red ignored this and went into her bathroom. She dug through the cabinet underneath her sink, then came out, finding Bigby sitting on the very edge of her couch.

His torn white shirt stuck to his chest in places, with blood seeping through. Red stood in front of him, swallowed thickly, and then said: “you should probably take that off.”

He stared up at her, his expression a little helpless.

“Here…” She sat down on the coffee table across from him, setting the first aid kit to the side. Her hands trembled as she reached for the first button of his shirt, and she began to undo those buttons clumsily.

He just kept looking at her.

When his shirt fell open, her eyes met his, and the intensity in them surprised her. She gasped without knowing exactly why.

“Are you alright?” Bigby asked.

“I’m… I’m fine, Sheriff.”

He huffed, as if he didn’t believe her.

“I… I am,” she insisted, and forced her eyes to trail to his chest.

The large gash that had been there had turned into a slight scratch, like a cat’s. Red sighed, leaning back a little. He’d been right. There was no use trying to treat a wound that was already mostly gone.

Why had he agreed to come with her, then? Back to her apartment?

She looked back up at him.

There was so much concern there, on his face, and it occurred to her suddenly that maybe Bigby had just wanted to be sure she’d get home safe.

The Big Bad Wolf, making sure Red Riding Hood gets home safe… It’s like the start of a poor joke.

“You’re afraid of me,” Bigby observed, his voice tense.

Of course she was. Of course she was. He’d killed her grandmother, eaten her. And then he’d tried to do the same to her.

Grandmother, what big teeth you have…

She’d trusted him. For months, she’d trusted him, and then…

His strong voice, saying "Red," broke through her thoughts. He’d spoken that way to her daily, once upon a time. It had always calmed the worst of her anxieties. “Don’t be afraid.”

“I can’t help it.”

He frowned, or at least looked even more broody than he usually did. Slowly, as if giving her a chance to object, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I won’t hurt you.”

She did believe him. He had been the Sheriff of Fabletown for two hundred years and had proven time and again that he cared about the job, especially lately.

But still. Those had been the eyes she’d looked into while waiting to die.

“I never should have,” he went on. “I was stupid.”

It didn’t exactly make her feel better.

Bigby sighed. “I should go.” He stood, and before she knew what was happening, he’d walked past her to the front door.

“Wait.”

Her heart was beating even harder than before. She was sure he could hear it. But she stood, faced him, walked to where he was hesitating near the door.

“Thank you,” she said. “For saving my life tonight.”

“Just doing my job.”

She kissed him.

It was their first kiss in over three hundred years–since before everything had gone down between them. Last time, they had been in the woods, and it had been a sunny day, like every day had seemed to be back then.

His return kiss matched hers in intensity, a practiced response. Then he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently away.

“You don’t have to do that,” he mumbled.

“I know. I don’t have to do anything,” Red said.

“You’re confused.”

She shook her head.

“You hate me.”

She shook her head again. There was not a bone in her body that could have ever hated him. Even when he’d killed her grandmother, when he’d tried to kill her… Not a bone in her body.

She feared him. But before that, she had loved him.

Shapeshifter. Monster.

Lover.

She kissed him again.

Something between them snapped.

He gripped her hips, pressing her back against the door as he kissed her back, nipping at her lower lip and pushing his tongue into her mouth.

She moaned into the kiss. Her hands roamed his shoulders, drifted down his arms, went to his hips, then pushed underneath his still open shirt to trail across his stomach. Her touch made him shiver.

She kissed him fervently, their tongues brushing and teeth clacking together. She wanted to shed her fear, to lose herself in him the way she once had. He pressed against her, trapping her between him and the door, and his mouth pulled away from hers, trailing instead along her cheek, down to her neck.

“Wolf…” she whispered. “Oh…”

It was his old name, his real name.

His mouth stayed on her neck, his hands gripping her hips again as he nipped and sucked at her skin. Then his teeth grazed over her ear.

“I want you,” he growled.

That noise went straight to her core. Her knees threatened to buckle.

With a graze of her nail against his nipple, she withdrew her hands, pushing his shirt from his shoulders.

He growled again, nipping at her pulse-point. She moaned, her hands on his arms as they moved against each other–grinding like a couple of helpless teenagers.Then, letting out a shuddering gasp, she took his face in her hands, pulling at him until he looked at her.

His eyes were yellow.

That should have petrified her. But instead of fear, she felt a burning arousal.

She drew his mouth to hers again, briefly, her hands exploring his skin. The scars there. Most of them were new, at least since last she’d been with him, though they looked old.

“Jesus… Red,” he said when they drew apart for air.

“We’re wearing far too many clothes,” she complained, ignoring how helpless his tone had become.

He let out a low hum as he pressed his lips to her earlobe, his teeth nipping at it again as he murmured against her ear.

“Patience…”

"Never been my strong suit."

He pressed her harder against the door, teeth clamping down on her neck. His hands went to her hips, holding her still as he moved against her.

She raked her nails down his chest and stomach.

The sound that came from his throat surprised her, and the way his grinding sped up did so even more.

“Yeah, just like that,” she told him.

Her skin was on fire, her lower stomach had become one giant ball of nerves. Every time he bit the place where her neck met her shoulder–never quite drawing blood–a shock went through her system.

She moaned and tilted her head back, exposing more of her neck to him.

His teeth, now sharp, raked against the skin there, and she trembled.

His tongue slid along the trail of blood he’d just left, soothing the burn of the scratch.

Suddenly, her loose V-neck sweater and jeans felt far too constricting. They were in the way.

She held on to Bigby’s shoulders desperately.

“C’mon… C’mon...”

“Hold on to me,” he told her, his voice rough.

She yelped as he picked her up, her legs wrapping around him of their own accord as he carried her to the couch. When they reached it, he gently laid her down, his body trapping hers against the cushions as his lips went back to her neck.

"Fuck..." she had always loved when The Wolf had manhandled her like that, throwing her around like a doll. Like she weighed nothing. Maybe she’d brought what had happened on herself. "Wolf… Bigby…”

He continued to trail a path of kisses and nips down her neck. His hands roamed her sides, then went to her jeans, unbuttoning them.

"Please..." she took a deep breath. "Fuck... I want you so badly..."

His hands had pulled down her tight jeans until they were around her ankles. She kicked them off, then wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Please what?” he asked, his teeth teasing the skin of her collarbone.

"Please take off your pants and fuck me."

Bigby pushed himself up, looking down at her. There was something helpless in his gaze, and Red found herself wondering if he’d spent all these centuries thinking about what had happened between them, too.

He took a deep breath, pulling his belt off and tossing it to the side.

“You’re not gonna back out of this now, are you?”

She laughed. Then she just stared at him, letting him see everything she felt.

She knew her cheeks were flushed, her hair a mess. The places where he’d bit and nipped at her bruised. But it was her eyes she wanted him to notice. The feelings within them.

“Fuck… You’re stubborn, you know that?” His hands went to his pants, and he unbuttoned them.

“How’s that?”

“I’ve done everything in my power to make you stop caring.”

She jolted.

He pushed his pants off, the article of clothing joining his shirt and belt on the floor. Then, he knelt down between her legs, his hands going to grab her hips.

"Here, let me..." She sat up, pulling off her sweater and throwing it randomly away. With it off, she was left only in her bra and panties, with him only in his boxers. At some point, though, she couldn’t remember when, they had both managed to kick off their shoes.

He looked at her with hunger in his eyes.

He laid her down again, his body trapping her between his arms and the couch, then slid down her body. He brought his head down, his mouth attaching to the skin by her navel, to which she moaned and arched into his touch.

"God... damnit, Bigby. Fuck..."

“I don’t remember you swearing this much.” He brought his mouth lower, to the edge of her panties, tongue teasing the sensitive skin just above the lacy material.

She moaned, her hands threading into his hair.

He chuckled darkly.

He brought his lips down, mouthing at her through the material of her underwear, still just teasing her. She gasped at the feeling, rolling her hips against his mouth. She wanted him, wanted him so badly, but he only continued his slow and deliberate movements, the material of her panties getting wet from his tongue.

"Bigby... if you keep that up... I'm gonna..."

“That’s the whole point, Red,” he murmured.

He worked his tongue slowly against her, and her moans became higher in pitch. With how thin the material of her panties was, he might as well have been mouthing at her bare pussy–and it felt like it.

Already, she was so close.

“You’re so goddamn perfect,” he murmured against her.

He brought his hands to her hips again, gripping them tightly, holding them in place so she could no longer move.

"Bigby.... Bigby!" Her hands gripped his hair tightly.

“Not yet, not yet…” he said, then pressed a kiss to her thigh before going back to work on her.

She panted hard, trying desperately not to tumble over the edge… But it was a losing game.

He continued his slow, deliberate movements, his tongue swirling against the material of her panties.

"Bigby, please, please, I'm gonna... I'm gonna-!"

He hummed and licked the material right over her clit. It was all the permission she needed.

She shuddered, gasped, and came entirely undone.

He let her come down from the high as gently as he could, mouthing her through it, then pulling back to simply stare up at her. He rubbed her thighs softly with his hands, and she looked down at him, wondering what he would do next.

“We can stop,” he told her.

“Don’t you dare.”

He pulled her panties off slowly, and she moaned as the cold air hit her sensitive pussy. Then, she watched him through lidded eyes as he pulled his own boxers off his hips, kicking them off the rest of the way.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he slid into her.

He buried his face against her neck, his arms wrapping around her waist to keep her close to him, his mouth moving against her skin as his cock found home. He stilled, only briefly, then began to slowly thrust.

“Goddamit, Red…”

Every movement of his hips made her see stars. She could hear herself moaning, from very far away, and wasn’t sure if she was saying his name or just making noise.

She wrapped her legs around his waist again. The new angle brought him even deeper.

Neither of them was going to last very long like this, she was sure of it.

"Bigby, please... Harder,” she begged.

His movements became faster. She could tell he was losing himself in her completely, the way she was losing herself in him. Every move of his hips built the pleasure higher, made her moans louder.

Bigby snarled.

They came together, their ragged breaths and moans filling the air, her body trembling with the force of it.

He pressed his mouth to hers, not kissing her, just breathing her air as he rode them through it.

Everything went white.

She eventually came back to herself. His body had collapsed on top of hers, boneless. He nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck again, and her heart was still racing and her breathing was still ragged and she was sure he could feel it.

She laughed breathlessly, stroking her hands lightly over where her nails had at some point drawn blood from his shoulders.

“You… good?” he asked, drawing back to look down at her.

She nodded.

“I was too rough,” he insisted.

She was sure she looked like it, covered in marks and bruises and a little blood from when he’d used his teeth. But she didn’t care. She hadn’t felt this good in over three hundred years.

“I’ll just buy a turtleneck.”

“That’s not-”

“Bigby,” she told him, pushing herself up on her elbows so their faces were closer together. “Stop it.”

He looked down at her, then dropped his head.

She wouldn't make him say what she was sure he felt–wouldn't scare him by voicing it herself. Instead, she ran her fingers through his hair, letting him rest against her as she leaned back against the couch cushions.

They slept there, curled up on the couch, pressed together. Their legs tangled, his arm draped across her and his lips pressed to her pulse.

For the first time in a long time, Little Red Riding Hood did not have nightmares about the Big Bad Wolf.

[tloujm]

Part XXXVII: Your New Groove

Author' Note: Sooo....I saw the votes and firstly thank you to everyone who did! More people participated than I thought would and it made my heart full! I can only hope this new installment in the fic was worth the wait of almost two years later. If you haven't peeped the final results, posting the chapters one by one now beat out posting all at once later, so I WILL get them all edited and set up to post on a more frequent basis. Thank you for your ongoing patience, for sticking with me and I thank you in advance because where this story is about to head, now that I am locked into the final act of Joel and the reader's storyline, I'm interested to see what y'all think.

PS: I never wrote smut like this before and I haven't written smut in a WHILE in general. I was so nervous to post this.

PPS: Sorry for the delay. Just when I was ready to upload this yesterday, Tumblr wanted to give me technical difficulties. I don't know if that was the universe telling me not to post yet but I just waited until the website wasn't being temperamental with me again.

Genre: A little fluff to start, a buildup with angst and a roaring slide into smut town

Summary: There's a glimpse into your budding friendship with Theresa. You, Joel and Ellie prepare for new changes in your joint lives. You and Joel...ahem... bond as he attempts to give you relief during the last stages of pregnancy.

Ship: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Small mentions of "daddy", ABF/lactating kink, pregnancy sex

Word Count: 4.9k

“I’m sorry again about dinner the other night.” You started. “(Y/N), I mean it, It’s fine.” Theresa chuckled as you two took a walk around the block. She recommended these walks to induce labor sooner after you complained about being tired of the persistent pelvic pain. You would push through it to walk with Theresa and Saoirse to the pantry or daycare to pick up supplies on her way home. Theresa made sure that she bundled her up well as it had been particularly windy this winter. “I can’t believe I overcooked the venison. It's harder for them to hunt in the winter, so I really hate wasting food this time of year.” “It wasn’t a waste, we still ate it.” “It was tough and dry. It was more like jerky instead of a roast.” You pouted. “Can’t believe I forgot it in the oven. Joel was right to call me stubborn for not using the timer.” “They call that pregnancy brain. You can't help it.” She laughed comfortingly. “I had it too.” “I suppose that makes me feel a bit better.”

Earlier that week, Theresa was finally able to take Joel up on his offer to come over for dinner and finally be introduced to you in person. Before that, it had just been two weeks of talking on the ham radio. Your chats would only be a half hour tops since the stables, where the radio she used was located, was not as warm as her house. She told you once that she read before the fungal plague, it was common to have your baby take a nap outside in Sweden. Something about the brisk fresh air aided in good sleep. She took those trips as an opportunity to try it out, telling you about how bundling the little one up and parking her hand-me-downed stroller at the door of the stable worked like a charm. If the idea was odd to you as someone from the north-east, it surely would not sit right with Mr. Texas. 

You were surprised that she hadn’t brought her baby over for dinner. She didn’t say that she wouldn’t through the radio but once she showed up, she explained that she hardly ever had time away to just be an adult and not just a mom, so she found a babysitter. You and Joel understood that. He learned to believe that it truly took a village to raise a child and was lucky to have had as much help as he did as a teen dad.

Theresa blended into your life surprisingly well from the start, almost as if a kindred spirit. She made you feel so comfortable with the idea of motherhood and was very kind to Ellie. Joel always kept reservations about people in general, but you noticed nothing of real concern from him, especially after he noticed how much you’d begun opening up physically. He made a mental note to thank Wendy one of these days.

You even felt comfortable enough to talk to her about intimate things; things about your ever changing body and marital issues. You knew that Joel wouldn’t want you to share the latter, but you felt that those issues stemmed from a sense of low self esteem. Theresa had a way with words and it really seemed to get through to you better than anyone else. That was Joel’s goal, so he ultimately couldn’t be mad at that, you thought.

She became something like the sister-you-never-had and you couldn’t wait to formally meet her baby. You had yet to hold or so much as see her from being completely bundled up. You thought about yours and hers growing up together; imagining a more comfortable Ellie babysitting the two. The daydreams were a heartwarming glimpse into a life that you never imagined you’d have even before the fungal outbreak.

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With only a handful of weeks left in your pregnancy, Tommy started to reduce Joel’s shifts. Used to keeping active, he immediately felt weird about it, but overall knew that he wanted to be there for you. 

Recently, you entered your final phase of the pregnancy: nesting. Honestly, it did annoy Joel when he couldn’t find things. You’d constantly move them around claiming that it was not the perfect location or baby proofed. Joel couldn’t afford to properly baby proof his home when Sarah was born, but she never got seriously hurt, so he didn’t think too much about changing their home. He only imagined it a bit more messy with toys and such. Despite all of that, he admired your ingenuity as he watched you DIY padding for table corners. 

Joel found that this phase would annoy you too, but only when he was involved. He always seemed to be in your way and asked too often if you needed help. Ultimately, his solution was to do something outside of the house to give you some space. This is what started one of his biggest home projects to date.

Chicken pox broke out at the daycare which delayed Ellie moving in. Her initial response to the dinner where you asked if she wanted to live with you two was positive yet reserved, but by the end of the meal, Ellie showed how ecstatic she was to join the family. While she was still on the mends of sickness, Joel decided to finish his surprise for her so it could be ready once she was fully healed. 

A sigh of satisfaction left Joel’s mouth when he opened the door to the garage; the renovation was almost complete. You suggested to him that she might like to have the garage because she was a preteen currently sharing a room with 5 other girls and may want space. He argued that you were overcompensating and offering too much space as the garage was twice the size of the master. You rebutted, expressing fear that she may feel smothered if you two forced her to stay in the craft room which was right next door to them and the nursery. It was also slightly smaller than the nursery. Joel, on the other hand, was more than fine with packing up his woodworking things and moving it into the basement or garage to keep her close by. Besides, he knew that soon enough she would be a full fledged teen and was afraid of experiencing the rebellious teenage years that he only got a taste of with Sarah. He wasn't ready to catch any unexpected visitations of the male variety alone with her in the garage. 

Despite you two being the closest people to Ellie at the settlement, you knew that her moving in was a big, new transition in her life on top of the trauma that she was nowhere near finished processing. Their views on assuming what was best for her were too opposing to save her bedroom location as a surprise. They eventually decided to let Ellie choose where she wanted to stay on the property. 

Joel was proud of his handy work and hoped that she would like her new room. Seeing it set up as a living space again reminded him of when you lived there after you two moved to Jackson. He couldn’t help but decorate it based off of Sarah’s room as that was the only preteen girl he knew, but also made sure he scattered some stuff of Ellie’s around to make it feel familiar. While quarantined at the daycare, she worked to pack the rest of what she owned, which was not much. The memories of his daughter and your distance from him at the beginning mixed in with the room’s future use brought up bittersweet emotions.

He took a break from the garage to have lunch. The faint sound of your cries traveled down into the kitchen. It took only a few moments for it to hit Joel’s ears again as he stopped what he was doing to confirm it wasn't in his head. Immediately, his protective mode activated and he sprinted up the stairs to see what was wrong. 

You were standing in the ensuite bathroom with the door open. He found you topless, weeping in front of the mirror. His eyes immediately went to your chest as if it was his first time ever seeing a pair of breasts. He only ever gets to see yours lately in glimpses. They were larger with fresh stripes patterned across them. Your areolas were larger, darker and noticeably puffy. He cautiously approached you, surprised that you did not cover up or back away. You were genuinely at a loss and needed help. 

“Nothing’s working.” You sniffled. “What’s not working, darlin’?” He gently attempted to pull you into a hug. You hissed when your nipple barely scratched the fabric of his worn out sweatshirt. “’m sorry.” He whispered. “Baby, what’s wrong?” “They hurt so bad! I didn’t think this would happen already. Dr. Carson didn’t say that I would need to pump so early!” Your voice was laced with frustration. “The pressure was never this bad—” “Why didn’t you say anythin’?” “It was never this bad before; barely felt it. It would leak, so I put towels in my bra. The pressure would relieve itself and then build back up and leak again." Tears continued to stream down your face. "This morning though...they feel like they're going to explode right off my chest. They won't even leak. The pamphlet said that massaging them would ease the pain, so that’s what I did and it helped at first, but it came back. It said that the milk gets stuck if it just sits there. I'm trying to pump it out but the damn thing...” You sobbed. “What’d you mean stuck?” “Something in the milk causes it to harden.” You pouted. “The baby isn’t even here yet so I can’t breastfeed and I can’t figure out the fucking hand pump. It’s not fucking staying on and I…” You pointed to it laying on the tiled floor. “I kinda broke it and…and the pamphlet said that it would only get worse if I don’t get the milk out!” You cried out all at once. “It said my ducts could get completely clogged and that it could lead to fever and infection!” You leaned your head on his shoulder as you rambled and he rubbed his hands up and down your back. “It feels like fucking rocks are trying to come out; they're so fucking heavy!” Your tone became one of defeat. “I don’t know what else to do, Joel. I feel so bad; That was the doctor’s only pump.” You tuck your head into his chest and Mumble, “Just fucking cut them off of me. I don’t care anymore.” “Here, sit down for me, ok baby?” Joel guided you to the toilet. “Where’s the pamphlet?” Joel couldn’t help but find you adorable. Even though he knew you were in real pain, it reminded him of when you’d sometimes act out melodramatically to get his attention and it did always get his attention. “I’ve read through it all, front to back. I tried everything it told me to do. Hot towel compress, massage them…and I did it exactly as they said.” You responded as you pointed out the bathroom door into the bedroom. In large font, the front of the tri-fold read 'Breastfeeding 101'. Joel picked it up and returned to you. “Some came out earlier, but nothing now. I haven’t hated my boobs since high school when I first got stretch marks.” Joel chuckled lightly, thinking that you were making light of it yourself until he heard your sobs again. He came back into the bathroom with the pamphlet, reviewing it himself just in case you missed something.

“Umm…ok” Joel too was at a loss. He never encountered this issue with Sarah’s mom. He knew that she ultimately decided not to breastfeed, but if she had any issues with it, she didn’t share it with him. Despite their intimacy, she understandably shared most of her maternal struggles with her own mom. “Let’s try something new, alright? First, let’s get you comfortable.” “How am I supposed to get comfortable?” “You’re gonna lay down for starters, now c’mon.” Joel helped you up and walked you to the bed. “Feel better?” “A little.” You whimpered. “I promise I will make you feel better.” He said in his soft twang. He kissed your forehead before sprinting back to the bathroom to soak another towel in freezing cold water. “Warning, its gonna be real cold.” You watched as he gingerly shifted each breast to fully cover every inch of your chest. “Let that sit there and I’ll be right back.” He began to sprint towards the door when you stopped him. “Where are you going?” “I’m gonna go call Dr. Carson from the craft room. I’ll just be down the hall.” “Please don’t leave.” Your voice was not only laced with defeat, but with desperation. It pulled at Joel’s heartstrings badly. “Darlin’, I know you’re in pain now, but maybe the doc has some pain meds or they found another pump.” He expressed. His doe eyes gave you one last look. Your silence was his response to go. 

As he walked down the hall to their ham radio, Joel thought about what would happen if there actually was no other pump. The medicine was only temporary; it’d only mask her issues until it wore off. He heard you request that they be cut off, but what if it actually came to something like that; surgery? The only other time you were ever meant to have surgery was at the Firefly hospital, St. Mary’s. Joel’s fists subconsciously tightened at the thought of you being on an operating table for something that wasn’t yet life threatening. What if Carson had never done a procedure like that before? What if you bled out? Then, another disturbing thought popped into his head. The doctor, assumingly a bit younger than himself, would probably try to manually pump her while sedated before deciding on a procedure. Another man’s hands on your chest, kneading and massaging them. Joel’s mind snapped out of it when you began to moan and whimper. His own hands, out of muscle memory, had already turned on the radio and tuned to the infirmary’s frequency. 

“Carson!” He let go of the button as he frantically waited for a response. “Neil!” He tried again. “Son of a bitch” He whispered under his breath. Joel contemplated whether he should make a run for it down to the infirmary or not.  “Can I help you?” Another, younger, man’s voice responded. “Where’s Carson?” “He’s in surgery right now and we just started. Is this urgent?” “Yes. Listen, this is Joel Miller and—” “I know who you are.” “My wife, she’s in severe pain.” “Is she dying?” “She’s pregnant!” “Is she in labor?” “No, but—” “You need to understand, there’s not many of us and it's all hands on deck for this surgery. I’m sorry.” “Listen, do y'all have a breast pump?" The man on the other line sighed as if he was too busy for this. "I don't think so. We did, but some couple checked it out already. The scavenging groups already know to be on the lookout for more." "Nothing?" Joel exclaimed desperately. “Sir, I will let Dr. Carson know about your situation post op, but he needs to focus. He hasn’t done a ruptured appendix since before. In the meantime, I will send someone to drop off some painkillers; something strong. Hopefully that will help until we can make it over.” Joel let out a weary sigh as he wiped a hand across his face. “Thank you.” He had no choice but to accept the reality. He dreaded going back to tell you the news, so he took his time heading downstairs to put some ice in a bowl.  “Is he coming?” You asked when Joel finally arrived at the bedroom door. He brought his eyes up to meet yours. They were apologetic as he shook his head. 

Joel knew something had to happen and it was now or never. You felt the bed sink as he laid on the other side of you. He sat up, hovering over you as much as he could and pulled back the damp towel. Your skin was less red, which Joel figured was a good thing. He reached his arm back to the end table beside the bed and grabbed a few cubes of ice. You watched as his veiny hands slid them up and down your skin. He would start up top, then slowly rub them in circular motions almost down to your nipples. Your skin was still very warm, so the ice wasn’t uncomfortable. As calloused as his were, the ice hardly affected his bare skin either. Your eyes were closed with your head laid back against the pillow as you tried to focus on relief. The melted beads of water dripped off the tip of your nipple onto your belly. Joel salivated, turned on by the extremely tempting thought to lick them off, but ultimately knew it was not the time. He even held back a deep moan that built up in his throat as he began to eye fuck you.

A faint knock barely pulled Joel’s concentration. “I think I heard someone at the door.” His voice came out low, almost raspy. “Here,” He grabbed your hand, leaving a chaste kiss on the palm before laying it on top of the ice that he left on your chest. “Keep going for me. That’d better be your medicine…”.  Joel swung the door open and only found a cloth tied up like a pouch by his feet. Opening it, he found 3 oval, white pills and a note: Acetaminophen. Take one every 8-12 hours. This should hold her. He brought them upstairs with a glass of water. Your eyes opened when he entered the room. Your wet hands pushed yourself up into a seated position. “Easy.” Joel warned warmly. “They melted.” “I’ve got more in this bowl for you.” “I like it better when you do it.” Joel smirked deviously. “I liked it better when I did it too. Now, how’re you feelin’? The pain.” “They still feel so heavy, but the pain isn’t as bad anymore. My skin is a little numb.” “Good, I reckoned we’d try cold instead since the hot towels were making my baby cry. I’ve got some pain killers for you too. This should last you the rest of the day.” He handed you the pill and water.

After a few moments, you scooched down to lay back and Joel took a couple more cubes of ice in his hands and repeated the earlier motions until they melted too. His hands stayed there against your skin. He felt the knots that clogged your ducts and began kneading them out in every direction.

Within the hour, the two of you felt the difference; The knots were dissipating. Trying something different, he cupped each breast in his palms, practically engulfing them. The pads of his fingers slid up and down your stretch marks, dragging your nipples between them. You hissed at the overstimulation rather than the previous stinging burn. Joel whispered sweet nothings in that Texan drawl that you fell in love with. He increased the pressure once you gave him the ok. A faintly audible moan of relief escaped your lips as a bead of milk began to form. Joel watched as it grew bigger until gravity allowed it to fall, like the melted ice, onto the back of his hand. He kept up his pace. Various consistencies leaked out until it became a steady trickle. His fingers moved down and began to knead your nipple with his thumbs, lubricating them in hopes that it would soften the calluses. They perked up at his touch. His hands began to cramp up a while ago, but the progress encouraged him to continue for a bit longer.

Joel abruptly stopped to reposition himself on the bed and give his hands a break. Laying on his side, he propped himself up with one hand and gently grasped the same breast with the other. Thinking he just needed a new angle to get comfortable, you finally let your eyes close to focus on the pending relief. 

Joel finally looked at you and found your face to be serene. It gave him the confidence to play on his previous thoughts. He gently lifted your soft breast and licked the underside curve until his tongue met your nipple. The pad of it applied pressure flat onto the perked tip until he heard you hiss again. His lips, then, fully wrapped around it. He stayed there like that for a moment, barely moving his tongue around you to give you a chance to adjust to the new sensation.

The feeling shot ripples of pain and pleasure through your body. You hardly moved, opting to stare straight up at the ceiling. As if given permission, Joel’s tongue began to circle your nipple more tightly. He watched your fingers grip the covers beneath you.

The flow of warm liquid was new to him. Instinctively, he let it slide down his throat. Joel would be lying if he said that it didn’t taste a bit sweet. He had long become accustomed to drinking his coffee black since acquiring beans was a luxury all on its own, but it reminded him of his favorite brand of creamer from before the outbreak. It brought his mind back to when things were normal. It was a comfortable and cozy feeling. He couldn’t help but feel weird about the connection that his brain was making, but he also couldn’t help this sort of primal urge for more; more nostalgia, more of you.

Joel was a mess or at least he was about to be. The sound of your whimpers and moans unleashed a flood of arousal to his cock. He realized that milk drunkenness was a real thing when it began to sneak up on him. If he wasn’t careful to keep some semblance of sobriety, he’d find himself making a mess in his pants in no time.

Between the rush of blood down south and the flow of milk down his throat, his body was becoming flushed with heat. He wanted to strip down right there and then, if not to relieve his own pressure but to tease you with his tip. He willed himself not to, however, because you still needed relief. He needed to focus on you not him.

The heat of his breath on your skin added to your own haziness. He had every intention of sucking you dry before moving on to the other, but he needed a breather. He didn’t realize that his beard was slightly wet until he rested his chin on the space between your breasts. You brought your fingers up to linger through his hair. 

“Look at me.” Joel panted, reaching up to tilt your head down. “How you feelin’, darlin’?” A medley of breathless whimpers was all you could muster as a response. Your mind was already mush and you wanted to keep it that way. The pain of the other breast was almost nonexistent; almost. Joel smirked. “Can you handle more?” He rubbed the side of your thigh as you nodded. “Say it.” “Yes.”

Expecting him to go straight to the other breast, he sat up and pulled his sweatshirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Next, he slid your panties down your thicker thighs and let it fall in the same direction. He used his knee to spread your legs before splaying his fingers across your thighs to get a good grasp on them. With a little more aggression than he meant, Joel pulled your entire body down the bed so you could lay flat. Sliding a hand underneath the small of your back, he lifted you up just enough to place a couple of pillows under you for support. He, then, disappeared past where you could see and tucked his head between your thighs. You could hardly run your fingers through his hair in this position, but he easily managed to reach one hand up to grope your other breast.

He dragged his tongue flat across the length of your lower lips, settling onto the bud of nerves at the top. His other hand was preoccupied with making sure your legs stayed wide open for him. They always had a penchant for snapping shut around him, something he usually enjoyed. He knew his work was more sloppy when that happened, allowing himself to succumb to the mind swimming pleasure of being pussy drunk. That night, however, he wanted to focus on you more than revel in his own satisfaction. 

He continued to massage your engorged breast with your nipple rolling in between the tips of his fingers. Your clit revealed itself more as he blew cold air on it, giving him permission to take it completely into his mouth. His tongue swirled and sucked in a quick, continuous motion. He squeezed your nipple between his fingers harder, making you arch your back, until the dam broke. Enough of the clots had passed and now milk was streaming. A scream escaped your lips as you began to transition from pain to pure pleasure.

The motion of his tongue slowed, much to your dismay. As swiftly as he could, he switched spots. Your clit only ached and throbbed for a few moments before it found comfort between his slick and calloused fingers. Like your nipples, he squeezed and rolled.

Above, he continued to suck you dry like his life depended on it and it kind of did now that it was no longer a trickle. Beads of your creamy white dribbled through his beard and down his neck. You began to feel overstimulated before even reaching release. All you wanted as relief from the pressure, but you had to tap his shoulder to beckon him up and give you a break. What you saw in his eyes when they locked on to your was pure, feral lust. Despite his mouth now only hovering over your breasts, he allowed his fingers to continue. His eyes silently dared you to tell him to stop. Your hips continued to buck up into his hand. He adored the look on your face as you took him so well. The way your body reacted to his aroused him so much that he couldn't help but focus back onto his own building pressure. Joel repositioned himself a bit, straddling your one leg between his two and started to grind his hips up and down. The relief was minimal as he preferred to be inside you. He also preferred to be naked. The denim rubbing against your skin made you notice that he was still clothed from the waist down. Gently, you pushed him off, earning yourself the famous “Joel Glare”, something he couldn't help giving you as he didn't appreciate the immediate build up of pressure again. His eyes quickly softened and he felt a bit guilty as he picked up on your intentions when you began to unbuckle his jeans.

Joel fought the urge to help since it took you a moment, but opted to just enjoy the show as your fingers adorably fumbled over each other in anticipation. They gingerly brushed across the trail of dark hair on his lower stomach with all of your attempts. Still straddling your left thigh, he bit his lip at the sight. Finally undone, Joel took over to quickly get them all the way off, briefs included. When his cock sprung free, you saw that he’d already made a mess of himself with precum steadily dribbling out like a faucet not quite turned off. At that moment, you didn’t know what you wanted more, to take as much of him in your mouth as you could or guide him to your still wet cunt.

Luckily, he made the decision for you. “Eyes here.” He smirked, wanting your full attention. “Are you ready for me?” You laid back and nodded your head. “What'd I say? I need to hear that pretty, sexy voice of yours.” This was the most intimate he’d been with you in several months and his feelings were all coming to a head. “Yes! I need you so bad right now, please!” You desperately exclaimed. He lowered himself close to your ear for just a moment. "Your wish has always been my command, baby girl."

Abruptly, Joel turned you onto your side and threw aside the pillows. He replaced them as your support, allowing your body to lean back towards his. You felt the hair on his chest brush against your back. He slid his arm around your chest to pull you in closer. His fingers rolled between your nipple to milk out the last of it. Your insides were throbbing around nothing and you needed him to fill you, feel you; to know that what your body was doing was not of your own accord, but by his. All of your worries and self conscious thoughts were long gone. You didn’t care anymore; you were just horny for him.

He proceeded still with a bit of caution despite picking up on your body language, afraid you'd suddenly recoil from him. He could let himself go feral and fuck you into oblivion from behind, but thought this was a better position to start with; the two of you could always do work your way up to that later. With one hand slid between your thighs, he lifted your leg up. With his other, he stroked his cock a few more times to get it good and slick. It twitched with anticipation as he lined it with your entrance. 

Joel couldn’t help but release a low, guttural moan right in your ear just after the tip slid in. He wanted to cum so bad already and he didn’t even have the pleasure to be fully inside you yet. You didn’t even give him a moment to gather his bearings before you scooched backwards, sheathing him further inside. Your walls barely fluttered against him. He released, coating every inch of them in ropes of cum. Just like he did to you, you milked him dry. You kept a vice grip on him as your walls still pulsed to bring your own release even as you felt him soften. You forgot how amazing it felt to be so stuffed and full. 

Over and over, he huffed your name through breaths. His voice was deep and raspy. His hand struggled to find purchase on your body, not wanting to hurt you, so he could redirect his overstimulation. You felt his breath panting in your ear as he aggressively cupped your inner thigh. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He repeated as he finally began to come down. He peppered wet kisses behind your ear lobe. “Hmm?” Off in your own world. “I just need a moment to catch up. Then, we’ll finish. I promise.” “Take your time.” You said, feeling pretty relaxed none-the-less. Joel peaked over and watched as you tried to finish riding the wave to get yourself off.

You untangled your legs from his and repositioned yourself for better reach of your clit all with your eye closed. It amazed you how much you no longer cared about how you looked. All you wanted was to cum and you were fine if he didn’t get you there that time. You would make sure that he made it up to you later. He watched as your back arched up off the bed as much as it could despite being weighed down by your belly. Breathy whimpers escaped your lips. Your legs stiffly straightened while your toes curled as you found what you’d been looking for. The way you looked, the way you sounded; it was an experience Joel was privileged to behold and it quickly aroused him all over again.

Between your and his cum, you felt so filthy that you didn’t even want to move. Joel was too engrossed in gazing at you, even minutes after you caught your breath. He was usually punctual about aftercare, but still he laid there next to you. Without even turning to meet his gaze, your hand reached out to find his partially flaccid cock and began to gently play with it. Your goal wasn’t to get it back up just yet, but to just be blissfully intimate. His eyes followed your hand and watched you make contact. He hissed a bit when your nails dragged across his sensitive length. 

“Jesus woman, what are you doin’ to me?” He asked. “What are you doing to me?” You retorted with the same question with a giggle. “God, you're so beautiful." His low, roughly velvet voice stated lovingly. "Stop." You blushed with a shy grin which made him smile widely. "I must not be complimenting you enough if you still don't feel good about taking them." You shied away playfully by sliding away to the other side of the bed. Joel immediately scooched over to follow you, leaving his body flush against yours to spoon. "You never did that before.” Joel quipped in reference to masturbating in front of him. “Yes I have.” "Not with me. I never saw you touch yourself...like that. You usually wait for me to get my bearin's so I take care of you proper." "I do wait for you but I do also touch myself when you're not around." "Why didn't I know this?" "You jealous you're hands aren't the only one's touching me?" You joked. "Yes ma'am I am when you put it like that." "My hands are the next best things when you're not around. But if it's any consolation, I imagine they're yours." "You better be." He replied coyly. "But if it's any consolation to you, Darlin', I'll be around much more often, so you won't be needin' your imagination." He pinched your chin gently and turned your head to face him, taking your lips into his. It was a loving, drawn out sort of kiss. "How're ya feelin'? If you need me to go back in and...um...relieve some pressure for you," Joel cocked his brow and shrugged. "I'll take good care of you. And I don't want you gettin' all shy about it neither." He gingerly groped your breasts from behind. You turned around in his arms and cupped his face with your hand. “I think there's still some left for you to take care of but they don't hurt anymore. You did make me feel better just like you promised you would.” You leaned in for a kiss. If you weren’t completely grounded in that moment, you would have missed his bottom lip tremble a bit. The movement of your legs immediately reminded you of the mess that both of you made.  Joel heard the faint, tacky sound and whispered. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll get us cleaned up.” He began to roll away when you put your hand on his chest. “No, I’ll get up. I have to pee anyway.” “Nah, I’ma get up.” A grunt escaped his lips as he sat up. “Joel….” “I never made you clean up before and I sure as shit ain’t gon’ start makin’ you do it now.” His features softened and his voice deepened as he leaned down to reach your lips. “Am I understood?” You smirked. “Yes, sir.” He pecked your lips before slipping out of bed completely naked. You listened to the water run from the ensuite. Anticipation grew within you, as if it was your first time, as you waited. Joel clicked his tongue, announcing his return. “Dagum, you’re a fucking sight, you know that?” The left corner of his lips curled up as he gazed at how the sheets draped around your body.

Tenderly, he pulled the sheets away, spread your legs further apart and sat between them. Using two fingers, he circled your entrance with the soothing cloth. Your faint mewling did not miss his ears. 

In a clean transition, Joel removed the cloth from the equation. His middle and ring finger took one more lap around your labias before sliding inside of you. His thumb kneaded your still sensitive bud, causing a crescendo to begin building. Almost like a spasm, your hips bucked erratically in retaliation to his thick fingers going in deeper to find your spot. It hadn’t been touched in so long, you forgot how quickly he could find it; how well he knew your body. They slid in further, knuckles deep. The metal of his wedding band cooled your hot flesh. Your walls were clenching tight around his fingers. Always obliging, he went faster when you begged. He made sure to make you do that first, however. The way you begged so sweetly went straight to his cock and in almost no time, it was engorged and at attention again. He fit a third finger from his other hand inside you to gather enough slick to slide onto his shaft. Between both hands, Joel tried to keep an even rhythm, but knew he was getting sloppy. Your walls were beginning to contract erratically too. He knew it was time for everything to come to a head. 

“Alright, you ready for me?” Joel asked? “I’ve been ready! Joel, I'm gonna cum." Joel couldn’t help but chuckle at your bluntness. “Not yet, Darlin'. Get on your hands and knees.” He watched the shock on your face and couldn’t tell if it was from his fingers abruptly leaving you empty or because you hadn’t explored that position in a while. “C’mon baby,” He helped you up and around. “Ass up, front and center, now.” He positioned himself behind you, his warm hands massaging your ass before sliding them down your back to push you into the pillow. “I ain’t hurtin’ you, am I?” “Uh, uh.” You shook your head against the pillow. Your legs were snapped shut squeezing, not wanting your clit to die back down. He slapped your right cheek. “What was that?” “No!” You yipped in return. “You’re not hurting me.” “Gon’ tell me if I do, you hear me?” Joel could’ve sworn you called him daddy after you answered yes. It was all muffled by the pillow, but it was still enough for him.

He grabbed as much of your ass as he could in his hands. He loved how supple they felt in his hands. He gave a harsh squeeze as a test, to which you moaned. He stopped himself from spreading your legs apart and instead eased his cock in between your thighs. You felt how it just rubbed against your clit. Joel could’ve cum right there and then, but wanted to be inside you. That was his ultimate goal; his prize. He’d be damned if he let that opportunity slip again. 

With one hand gripping your hips and the other gripping your hair, he eased himself into you. It didn’t take long for him to gradually pick up the pace. His own hips rocked into yours harder and harder, waiting for you to protest but you never did. Your entire body rippled like a wave to his movement. It was the most intense amount of pressure you’d ever felt in your life between feeling like you had a bowing ball stuck inside you and your husband filling you up.

“Mmm” Joel grunted. “focus, now.” Your rhythm was becoming erratic again. His one hand was now splayed across your lower back. The muscles and veins in his arms flexed as his other gripped onto you tighter. “Yes! Like that, baby. Rock back into me.” “Oh fuck, Joel, please.” You exclaimed breathlessly. “Please what?” His excitement increased when you started to beg. “It's too much.” He began to slow down. “Does it hurt, baby? Want me to stop?” A bit of guilt flashed across his eyes.  “Don’t stop. Don’t slow down. It just…I feel so much. I feel like I’m about to explode but like a good explosion.” “That’s the goal, Darlin'. Matter of fact, don’t lose that feelin’ ‘cause I need you to cum for me. Right now.” “No…” You tried to catch your own breath. “No?” He almost took offense.  “I want to feel you first.” You intentionally squeezed around his dick harder. Joel bit his lip and grunted as he fought against his own climax. He almost had to laugh through the pain of holding back. “I don’t think you’ve ever told me no before.”  “Guess there’s a first for everything. Please?” Your voice was so innocent; how could he deny you?  “You know what you gotta do then, right?” “Whatever you want.” “Call me that again.” “Call you what?” “What you said in the pillow there. Thought I didn’t hear you?” “I wanted you to hear me, daddy.” “Fuck me…What am I gonna do with you?” Joel edged himself as much as he could. He wanted to ride the build up just a moment longer. You teased him, saying it again, knowing that you had him in the palm of your hand. “You like that, huh?" “Maybe.” His brows furrowed in concentration as he tried his best. He blew air out between puckered lips to try and steady himself, but it was of no use. His glass overfilled and he had no choice but to let it spill. “I’m cumming, baby. Fuck!”

Though his movements were faster, his hips snapped erratically into you. He didn’t care about rhythm when his mind was going black due to the vice grip you had on him. All his body could focus on was the explosion of hot, sticky cum uncontrollably flooding out of him. You bellowed out this beautiful whine that made his dick, already a sloppy mess, twitch. His hips slowed down as your grip around him loosened. All but the head slid out. He wanted to stay in a little longer when he collapsed onto your back, but between both of your slick, it wasn’t easy.

Not wanting your back to ache, he allowed himself only a moment of rest before sliding out and straightening up. Joel’s eyes caught the translucent cream sliding down your leg. You felt his tongue lap it all the way back up to your entrance. Your weak legs trembled at the touch. “Whoa, steady now.” His hands held your hips before guiding your body to lay back down on your side. While up, he grabbed the cloth and quickly cleaned the two of you up again. 

He couldn’t wait to get back into bed with you after tossing the cloth in the sink. Spooning you from behind, his body fit around yours like a glove. You let him wrap his arms around you and pull you in closer.

[experimentfae]

Hiii! Can I get a St. Peter X female redeemed sinner reader? If it could be smut too that’s great! If not that’s okay!

(This will be my first smut I wrote in a long while hopefully I’ve improved :D sorry if it sucks give good feedback back if you find any problems!)

ST.PETER X FEM REDEEMED SINNER! READER

(Smut/romantic/oneshot)

The last thing you remember was being in battle against heaven, and of course unfortunately the pain against your back. Now you were in a room full of gold, white and blue “what- what is this place.” You spoke feeling panicked hoping to find a familiar face.

Only to find two angels gazing at you one with pure joy and the other in disbelief. “Hello? I’m confused, where am I?” The younger looking angel immediately answered “you’re in heaven, I knew it! Charlie was right!” She flew towards me and pulled me into a hug. The answer shocked you to your core, me… in heaven… but how? The older Angel looking stood silent until you all heard someone else drop behind you.

You looked over to see sir pentious, “sir pentious!” You went towards him immediately to make sure he was ok, he looked up at you “where- where am I?!” He asked he then looked behind you“oh hello.” He said waving up a hand with a smile.

Now you and sir pentious were put into a temporary apartments until they figure out what was going on, thankfully you and sir pentious apartments were next to each other it been one month here in heaven been there until you save enough to get your own place. You heard a knock to see that surprisingly it was St.Peter, yes during your time here you got know Emily, Abel and Peter. You hanged out with them occasionally but you and Peter ended up becoming the closes.

“Hey it’s me (reader) I wanted to hang out and I even got you some (fav treats).” Your smile widen “ aw! you remember my favorite snack.” You opened door letting Peter in “of course after all I care about you.” He stated while handing you the treats.

As both sat down on the two person little coach and you turn the tv on to keep it both entertained, you kept looking over at Peter hopefully he didn’t notice you checking him out. Honestly the moment you meet him you found him very attractive, you sure if he feels the same though do you decided to keep it to yourself.

St.Peter’s pov:

God, she’s so cute I always felt happy when she was around at least more than I usually feel. I was so surprised to find out (reader) was a redeemed sinner I couldn’t believe it first due to how charming, humble, sincere, and hardworking she is. Although looking back she always seemed paranoid sometimes thinking people were trying to get something out of her, or do something bad to her but thankfully she got over that paranoia.

It made me sad actually, made me wonder what did she go there down there it’s hell after all must have been tough.

But I knew I grew to have feelings towards her, I loved the thought of us just one day living together, having date nights, doing usual couple stuff but of course also had my… other thoughts. Sometimes they came and go out of my control. The thought of (reader) her laid bare on my bed, her bending over, above me and much more.

I felt guilty for feeling like this with her right now epically with right next to me. But before I knew it I looked down to see a tent at the bottom of my robe, I felt immediately panicked I looked around for a bathroom but before I could even cover it I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Back to story:

You while you occasionally glanced at Peter through the whole movie you put on for both of you. but this time when you looked and saw a tint at Peter’s bottom robe. To be truthful some part of you was waiting for this to happen, wanting an excuse to see him in such a sensual state.

So without a second thought you put your hand on his shoulder “I know it’s seems to soon but I’m… willing to help with that.” You blushed feeling anxious of his response. “I… actually I would like that… especially with you”. He agreed waking towards the bed with you following, you see him begin to undress then you followed suit becoming more excited with each of piece clothing coming off one by one.

You were only left with your panties on and him with his boxers, you about to take your last piece of clothing off until Peter intervened “wait no, I want to be the one that takes it off.” He admitted This made you blush “ok, kinda hot of you.” You replied making him blush aswell “what can I say I like to take initiative.” He joked while taking your hand.

He pulled you to lay on the bed then he laid beside you, Peter than took a hold your cheeks and begin kissing you on the lips. The lead you kissing him back you felt his tongue asking for entrees, you opened your mouth and his and your tongue fought for dominance. You felt um begin to fondle one of your breast making you moan into the kiss and the fondling felt better than you expected. Eventually you both needed breath so you parted which left a string of saliva, this made you blush in embarrassment then quickly wipe your mouth and he did the same. “Little messy.” You chuckled out he laughed in return “yeah, but it’s makes it more exciting~” he replied.

Your hands trailed at the waistband beginning to tuck on it making peter giggle and he lifts his hips so you get it off easier, which you happily appreciated and now you can see surprisingly he had a very good dick size.

“Hope you not disappointed.” Peter joked despite him joking you can somewhat feel the anxiety in his voice afraid you would be, but you assured him “oh no, quite the opposite actually.” You smiled beginning to his dick and dove in to give you first lick on the head Peter groan as you begin to suck on the head.

The warmth of your mouth contrasts with the cold air and cold bed sheet again his back his body begin to tingle as he felt your mouth take more of him “(reader) keep going please.” Peter begged which you obliged by almost taking him whole, making him groan out loud. Peter held the back of your head as you begin sucking him off, doing so made his body begin to shiver and him starting let out small moans and groans of pleasure.

“Fuck (reader), you’re so good at this.” He moaned out as you continued making you smirk while still going at it, you looked up at him from beneath your eyelashes the way he looked so deliciously pathetic which gave you a ego boost also made you more excited. He begin to slightly fuck you face making you let out a muffled moan. He begin to go quicker, gripping your head as you hear his panting and groans get louder. You grinned the bedsheet for support but what felt like two minutes of this Peter stopped.

“I- I don’t want come s-so soon.” He answered with that you release his cock form you mouth with a wet pop. “Yeah don’t want the fun to end so soon.” You agreed now sitting beside him, he begin gripped your right thigh and begin kissing you neck making you moan but you noticed him begin go more down.

“Wait- but isn’t this about me helping.” You stated before I could go any further “no worry (reader) I want to and besides I have to stretch you out a little” He answered happily to be honest you weren’t gonna complain and it was needed, Peter decided to leave every kiss to your neck slowly going down making you gasp and whimper at the stimulation.

Then his first lick made give a little moan he started out soft but eventually he begin to go a little harsher making your moan louder and making you pant as well. You felt him put one finger in making you give out a small grunt then you felt him drew you flit into his mouth forcing out strange moans that made your blush brighter, but the you felt him had a second finger making get stretched a little more thankfully with his lips around you it took your mind off it. Eventually he added a third making you feel full with him finger fucking you while also eating you, doing it again and again and the sensation of it all was overwhelming, you felt your stomach tightening “I- I- I think I’m c-coming!” You yelled out in ecstasy which only seems to egg peter on which make him go faster.

you felt yourself beginning to rock into his mouth and you grabbed to grip his hair. What truly pushed you into the edge was him looking into your eyes while continuing to eat you out with that your release came making you eyes roll behind your head and making you body and legs stiffen. Eventually you came down form you high feeling Peter rubbing you clit “Peter~” you moaned out which made him stop and you begin to whine “why did you stop!” “Have you forgotten already why we started this?” He questioned with a chuckle.

Right you actually did forget “right…sorry.” You said bashfully “never mind that, I’m dying to inside of you.” He stated while gripping your hips driving you to lay back down and you lift your hips so he can put the pillow under you, you looked down to see him spilling precum he definitely was needing relief.

Now you felt his head against your entrees you wired in anticipation for when he push in, you felt him tease your clit with his head making let out a shaky breath still stimulated from the orgasm you already had. “Stop being such a tease Peter.” You groaned out in frustration making him chuckle “sorry can’t help it.” Then you begin to feel him push in. You let out a shudder, you felt him get further and further in hearing his groans made you already tighten around him “darling please relax, it getting harder to push in.” He groaned out he begin to rub your thighs for reassurance, you felt yourself relax you felt slight pain while he slid more in but now he was fully inside you letting you adjust to his size, you never felt this full before.

Now that the pain is gone, he begin moving in and out slowly. You gripped the sheets then let out a small moan you felt Peter holding your hops in a gentle manner, “please go faster.” You begged and Peter happily obliged “of course anything you want.” He begin going faster, then faster making you gasp and moan louder.

The feeling of him coming in and our drive you mad in ecstasy. “(Reader)… you feel so fucking good!” He groaned out while I felt him gripped your hips tighter you begin to wrap your legs around him then wrapped your arms around his neck, you wanted to be close to him as possible.

You moans seem to encourage Peter to go harder and faster making you let out screams and Moans “shit, Peter!” You continued to moan into his ear soon you’re positive he found your spot, you feel you stomach tighten and you back beginning to arch you felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter. “P-Peter I- I’m g-gonna Cum!” “Wait for me love I wanna cum together!” You begin trying to hold it, thankfully you didn’t have to wait for long as you begin to feel his thrust become more sloppier.

“I’m going cum, cum with me (reader)! He moaned out hugging you closer soon you felt your sled back arch, body stiffen then you see stars, you felt peter cum going inside of you. it all felt so overwhelming, you heard his Groan loudly while still thrusting into you it was only until you both out of you’re orgasm that he stopped his movement.

You felt him pull out then laid next to you pulling you towards him to cuddle “that’s was amazing (reader).” “even though this not how I thought it was gonna happen.” He chuckled out “yeah I admit it was pretty soon, but I don’t regret it.” You replied “same here, so are we are dating now, right?” “Yeah I don’t see why not, and besides I really like you Peter.” You smiled, he smiled in return and gave you a kiss on the lips.

“I like you a lot too (reader).” Before you knew you begin drifting to sleep with him following suite holding you close.

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"Preciosa Mia"

RPF - One Shot

Characters: Pedro Pascal x Reader

Posted: Nov 16th

WARNINGS: smut, fluff, soft fluff, tickling NO UNDER 18

A/N: This is the first time I wrote for Pedro, and I want to make this VERY clear- this is a work of fiction.

That being said I am posting full story here for reasons... that reason being one @cevans-is-classic I hope you are happy with yourself.

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

Ao3 Link

Somewhere there was a shift. You're not altogether too certain where or when it happened and there was no discussion beforehand.

It's not as if you were attracted to him, he wasn't unattractive– not that he wasn't attractive but more of that you hadn't really thought of him in that way, it was more of a comfort thing you reasoned. You were too comfortable with him. That's how you saw it. He came into your life via your mutual friend and… he was comfortable. You didn't feel anxious around him, he laughed and joked with you, he was physical in a non threatening way– it felt as though he was always there right next to you. Effortless.

Soft chocolate curls, he had shortened his hair before and you had tugged at the short ends, pouting and complaining that you preferred the softer longer curls. Pedro squished your face to his, dragging the scruff of his jawline along your cheek making you scream and flail as you felt the burn along your skin. He dragged you under him, fingers curling into your sides, trapping you under strong thick thighs, thick warm laughter spilling out of him as your voice pitched into higher squeals as you attempted to beat him senseless (it never worked).

He liked when you laughed. Ever since he had first met you there had been this silence that he disliked, it made him itch, the way you carefully kept everyone at a distance watching as they all joked and laughed; comfortable in having you there and never asking more from you. Polite smiles, casual conversations, never too much, always offering just enough.

It made him want more.

He would push into your side, drag you under his arm, ask for more of your thoughts. More. More.. more. You would hedge when around others, give the acceptable answer but –oh but– he grinned, when he got you alone, poked and prodded for more– you would go on these little tangents, small rants about what drove you insane, how this pleased you to bits and the way you would talk with your mouth full– usually of chips, Funyuns to be exact… and then you would wave your hands around nonstop, occasionally pausing to feed him one or fuck with your hair that you claimed never behaved for you. He loved it, the chaos it added to your quietness, he dug his hands into it making you scrunch your face at him as you tried to tame it once again.

At first he would come over with Oscar, the man was a menace, he had promised Pedro he would love you and fuck if he wasn't right. He got these things right on occasion and even though Pedro knew how to get along with nearly everyone he wasn't always actively enjoying being around them. But you, you had this thing about you that he craved.

The silence.

The silence he needed to fill. The need to have your eyes turn to him, be on him, the need to make you smile, to hear your voice. To feel you right there next to him. Take up the space that tried to silence you.

It wasn't that he wanted to date you. That wasn't it. He just…

The TV droned on, it wasn't often he came over, you had given him a key. He had stared at you in surprise and you had carefully avoided his gaze and anything it might have held. But he was Pedro and had dragged you close, smushing his lips to your forehead.

You shifted at the memory, eyes skipping over to him where he sat comfortably opposite you. He had just made himself at home when he wasn't gone for work, not that he was intruding, it was normal to come home and find him picking out a beer from your fridge or making himself a sandwich. If you caught him before he started one he would put everything back and make you huevos rancheros.

He didn't look over at you but squeezed your calf where it lay in his lap. Your eyes jerked to his hands, there was something about his hands, it was a problem really. Pedro's hands. How large they were, how they felt on your skin, how warm they were. His fingers toyed with the bottom of your foot and you kicked him, coffee colored eyes jerked to you and you tilted your head.

“Don't start.”

He grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes.

You pointed a finger at him, “Pedro, seriously, I am exhausted aaaAAAhhHh–!” you screeched as he tugged your leg under his arm, close to his midsection and tickled the bottom of your foot. “TICKLING IS NON CONSENSUAL!!” you cried, shoving at the wall of muscles that made up his back, fingers scrambling for purchase you locked them in chocolate curls and tugged hard.

“HnnNnNghh!!” The noise made you bark out a laugh as his head ended up in your lap, “Y/N… that was uncalled for,” his voice came out lower than you expected and there was that shift.

That had to be it. Him using your first name in that tone of voice. It was always ‘amor’ or ‘preciosa’ when around others, all of the others used your name, but when he said it… when your name rolled off his tongue it sounded different, tasted different, it made your heart quicken and your breath shorten. It was intimate in a way you couldn't explain.

You paused, your laughter dying away as he stared up at you, body sprawled halfway on yours, and you suddenly wondered who else had seen him like this? Did anyone else get to see the quiet parts of him or was it something you could store away to keep all for yourself? Slowly he turned, keeping you under him, you sucked in a breath reaching out and gripping his arms, biceps under your fingers as he inched up along your body and he paused, breath skipping over your lips making your heart pound and trip over itself.

You should say something, say his name, stop this, keep it light, make a joke– but the way he looked at you just then.

“Y/N?” He dragged his eyes from your lips to meet your gaze, when you didn't move he pressed forwards, gentle and soft at first, your hands skipping to his hair and tugging as he held himself above you, hands planted on either side of you as he carefully nipped at your bottom lip. You tipped your chin up, silently asking for more, wanting more of this shift.

He had wanted this, he didn't know when he had started wanting this but it was there, and there you were carefully letting him take what he wanted, sighing as if it was what you wanted too. He made a little noise of impatience, deepening the kiss, you hooked a leg over his hip and he quickly wrapped a hand around the back of your knee, carefully lowering himself onto you. Fuck, he could spend hours kissing you, soft lips spread into a quick smile against his, you nipped back, but he started to wander, trailing kisses along your neck and licking where he nipped a bit too hard. But he liked the way you hissed at him, fingers tightening on his hair, the little jerk that had you pressing up into him, making him roll his hips into yours and the way you responded to that had him struggling to not go further, struggling and failing to keep from dragging you further under him hands wandering, slipping under your shirt and skipping over skin just to see how far he could push it.

How much more space could he fill? How much closer would you let him in? He growled into your skin listening to the little gasp as you rocked your hips up into his, “Pedro–” you hummed his name and it sent a jolt of electricity down his spine, curling in his gut and demanding more as he ground into you.

“Too much fucking clothes” he growled and you laughed.

And there were his hands again, burning against your skin as you were lost in a haze of want and need, every graze of his lips across your skin had you aching for more, you bit back little pleas unable to stop the whines but swallowing any words. You never asked for anything. Never.

“Fuck..”

“If you don't I won't forgive you” He pulled back, leaving you bereft of his warmth.

He was quick, tugging your sweats down and off before pausing. “Boy Shorts?”

You rolled your eyes, “they're comfortable!”

He grinned, the air knocked out of him as you leaned up and reached for his belt, deft fingers working fast before you were squirming out of your boy shorts and pushing him back on the couch, his pants shoved down around his knees he kicked them off before your fingers wrapped around his cock and he couldn't think anymore. You moved quickly sitting yourself in his lap and working your hand along his length, thumb swirling over the tip.

The man could groan, you smirked as you slowly sank onto him, mouth falling open at the way he stretched you. He leaned up, large hand wrapping around the back of your neck and dragging you down to claim your lips as you slowly lifted your hips to sink down further onto him.

“Fuck Y/N…” he rolled up, both of you gasping at the tight fit, you jerked when his hands fell on your waist, sinking down fully and dropping your head to his shoulder with a little yelp. He wanted nothing but to bury himself deeper, drag you under him and fuck you into the couch until you couldn't scream anyone else's name. Have his name imprinted forever on your tongue. “If you don't move sweetheart…” and you did, fingers curling into his shirt as you began to slowly ride him, he kissed your shoulder, moving along the column of your neck as you took your time in torturing him, but goddamn you could take all of him. Slanting his own hips up, listening to the way you whimpered at the movement, gripping your waist to move you quicker, hips lifting of their own accord as you picked up the pace. You circled your hips, hands moving to his shoulders as he moved, quickening the pace. You could feel every inch of him as you rode him, muscles moving under your fingers and the way he drove up into you taking control.

It didn't take long before he moved and had you pressed down under him, “fuck preciosa.. feel so good, so good, perfecta–” he hummed, driving in as you rolled up to meet him.

Your skin itched, you needed more of him, wanted so much more, heat simmered in your veins, little flames skipping over your skin trailing after his fingers and lips, curling into your gut and tightening.

Pedro smirked as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, lifting you into his lap and fucking up into you. “It's okay, it's okay, need you to cum for me Y/N, think you can do that? For me?” He drove up at the question, knowing you were at the edge, grunting as your walls clamped down and you cried out against his shoulder. He lost himself, “fuck you're so beautiful” he hummed, hips snapping up into you, chasing his own orgasm, feeling you tighten around him once again. “Fuck yeah, need you to cum on my cock just like that again, dale, I need it sweetheart…”

You shook your head, you couldn't, not again. But he felt so good, arms tightening around you, locking you in his lap as he drove up into you, once hand slipping between the two of you and you cried out as he rolled his thumb over your clit with no mercy.

“See how wet you are? How well you take me? So good, mia- eres mia…” He praised, fuck he was gonna cum, he was gonna fucking cum but he needed you to go first. He felt you tighten, legs and arms wrapping around him and he snapped as you cried his name, dragging you down as he came hips jerking into yours as he tipped over the edge.

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Thank you SO much

Hey, I just wanted to say to everyone who’s supporting me in this very unfortunate and just plain shitty thing that’s happening on AO3 - thank you. I really do appreciate it. AND just for those who have absolutely no idea what’s going on, I’ll explain it.

So, basically around three weeks ago I wrote and posted a smut fic on AO3 about two characters from Jackson’s Diary (if you don’t know what it is, it’s a Webtoon) and I immediately received an ENORMOUS amount of backlash, due to the fact the one of the characters was 17 - ergo, underage. I thought “well, that’s a reasonable thing to get titchy about”, so I re-tagged the work and stated in the A/N that the specific character was aged up a couple months, just to smoothen everything out. But, SURPRISE, it didn’t work. I started getting more backlash, which then turned into hate. It just kept coming and coming. At this point I was like “Jesus, how does one short fic cause all this?”. Then I received several requests (actually no, orders) to take the work down. Now, I’m new to writing fanfiction. I’ve been into reading it for maybe 4 years now, but I’ve only just started publishing works and this is the first fandom that I’ve officially joined, and I didn’t know that specific people had power over what I can and can’t write, sooo...yeah. But then, things took a turn.

I was scrolling through the fandom one day when I found a post titled “Please stop”. I was curious and clicked on it, only to find that it wasn’t an actual fanfic but a call-out post, telling all the people (aka me) who post smut fics (I literally posted ONE) to stop because it’s a.) disgusting, b.) is a basic representation of pedophilia and c.) is basically child p*rnography. Now I was astonished at these accusations. I aged up ONE character by a couple months, now I’m being called a pedophile? I explained that I myself am a minor, even younger than the underaged character, but of course that didn’t change anything. I tried to explain politely in the comments section that I didn’t mean anybody any harm whatsoever, and I was then harassed (and that’s not an overstatement) by several people, being told to take it down. So, my naive little brain couldn’t take it anymore so I took the work down. I then posted an apology. Now the reason I did this was not because I regretted writing the work, no no, it was just to stop all the goddamn disgusting comments about me. But it turns out I’d only added fuel to the fire.

I started receiving even more vile comments, some including death threats, others untruthful accusations about how I was a groomer or a child sexual abuser, others just calling me the most disgusting person alive. This had a serious effect on my mental health. I’m naturally a very happy person. I love making people laugh. I love making people smile and feel good about themselves, but now I felt like shit! I felt like I was all the things people were calling me. I was told to kill myself because everyone hated me. I don’t think there was a single supportive or positive comment on that post. I left it up for ages, until one day I came across a comment (from the same person who posted the “Please stop” fic) talking about a TikTok video about it. And I thought...”oh no”.

I IMMEDIATELY got my ass over to TikTok and saw the video, and...let’s just say I didn’t take it well. The comments were...unexplainable. Calling me the most vile words a person can be called. Accusing me of pedophilia, for the thousandth time! So many comments...horrible things said by people who don’t even know me! Judgement of my character, of my virtues, and they just kept coming. Then there was ANOTHER post by the same account, which then brought in MORE hurtful comments. By then I’d had enough. I had a full-on mental breakdown, trashing literally everything. Then anxiety started. I’m still in school, and I kept thinking “what if somebody at my school knows I did this?”. I started becoming anxious all the time, and it was all I thought about. Until somebody actually supported me and posted about the whole thing on Tumblr, which brought in SO many wonderful people! And I’ve tried explaining it to people on TikTok and AO3, but nobody will listen. But here I know people will listen. I’m sorry for sharing my whole boring story with you all, and by the way, it’s still ongoing so if you want to go have a look, it’s still up on AO3 with more comments every day!

But yeah, I just wanted to say that I really appreciate all my supporters in this difficult time, you really do make my day.

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The Biggest Blow to One's Ego // General!Edward Nygma x F!Riddler

A/N: I wrote this ages ago and was not originally going to post it.

Warnings: OOC Edward Nygma(?), SMUT, PURE SMUT. First person POV, Probably more.

Word Count: 2179

“Oh fuck — you naughty.. naughty girl.” Riddler groans as he watches my body, my breasts and bra slowly being exposed. Sending the Riddler nudes while he was working was my first mistake. Telling him he had to finish his project before he could touch me was my second. Currently he had me undressing, watching me reveal myself. He wasn’t watching for his pleasure, oh no, he has too big an ego for that. Riddler was watching for any reason to punish me, I’ve learned this. 

“My intellect outmatches my body, meaning I do not require these physical ministrations. Yet here you are desperate to fuck me, while I make you wait.” Eddie kept his clothes on, not concerning himself with the noticeable bulge that tented his pants and the way I clouded his thoughts. Riddler was a tease, he needed me to know I am inferior. Having sex with Edward Nygma was the lowest blow to someone’s ego, nearly everyone’s except his. I watched as he meticulously shifted his weight on his feet, he was growing impatient. 

“I understand.” 

“No, you don’t. You send these images expecting no consequences. My dear, this world does not revolve around you, nor does it bend to your command much less does Gotham. If I were any other man you sent yourself too I would have fucked you hard and been done. Luckily for you I am the Riddler, and I will force you to scream out my name. I will make you beg for me.” I kept undressing while listening to his words, if there was a lesson I missed it. Eddie had no idea how distracting he was which was surprising. I threw my shirt to the floor after it came off my head, then worked on my pants before I felt a warm breath on my neck, hands resting on my hips from behind. 

“P-please?” I turned around to face him before I was about to get on my knees. Riddler simply said nothing and rather his actions speak for him, he pushed me to a wall. 

“Please? Please what?” There was an edge to his voice, something he did not want to be discovered. Maybe a desperation of his own body betraying his overly intelligent mind. 

“Please! Please fuck me, make me your pretty little slut.” Riddler breaks out in laughter before pulling away from his closeness, his hands removing themselves from my shoulders. 

“Such a desperate attempt.” Riddler found how needy I could be humorous, it was a major ego boost he would drag out as long as possible. 

“You haven’t even attempted to touch me and assume I would fuck you. My dear, this.. this is not how it works.” Eddie leans in close, his body mere centimeters from mine. His lips ghosting mine an attempt to show who has the higher ground. I thought over his words and leaned forward, closing the gap and connecting our lips. 

“You're too predictable, try again.” Eddie pulls back from the desperate attempt of a kiss. Riddler placed his hands on my shoulders redoing the scene before I kissed him. I thought about possible outcomes willing to try once again until I got it right, just for him to do something about the unbearable heat in my core. My hands went from my sides and hooked into his trousers waistband, I tried to pull him as close as humanly possible before noticing he wasn’t moving.

“Weak. Must you be so unoriginal?” He set up the scenario once more. I did the one thing I thought he would have predicted, I temporarily stripped his control away from him. I hooked myself to him in a way that forced our positions to change, he was the one with his back to the wall while I kissed him. He kissed back his hands undoing my pants while I worked on his. I finally got to the reaction he was looking for, something that threw him through a very quick loop. Eddie worked off the rest of my clothes while I helped him out of his, he had been a tease all night. Ever since those damned photos I sent. 

“My dear, you have no idea what I could do to you and your self-esteem.” That was the closest to an I love you Eddie ever got. He said it once before as a slip up, his emotions were well under his control. What would make him lose grasp of such simple words? To this day one of the greatest riddles he ever gave me. Once he finished undressing he quickly switched positions again, not saying another word. I placed my lips to his and tried to wrap my legs around his waist, the soft groan that escaped his lips forced me to hide a smile. Eddie’s hands quickly found their way to keep me stable, while he found his way inside of me. I let out a long moan as he pushed all the way in too slow, making me want to beg for him. Tell him I need him to pleasure me, my plan all along. 

“I ne-“ 

“Shut up.” Eddie demanded as he pulled himself all the way out only to bottom out yet again. He found a pace that would have me begging for him, the slow drag of his hard cock against my walls. 

“I only want to hear how I make you feel. Such a dirty slut to have me like this, aren’t you?” 

“Riddler, you feel so good.” I unintentionally moan and clamp down around him. Feeling the pleasure crash over him like a wave he slows his movements to the point he is barely moving at all. 

“Please! I want.. No, I need you to annihilate me. I beg of you.” I pleaded as if my life depended on it, he was horrible with how far he would go to tease me. I would have been used to this by now if it weren’t for my desperate need for him. I knew he would give into his own primal needs some time soon.  He kept me around him for a reason, I was dating him for a reason. 

“So desperate.” Riddler gave into his needs and mine. His slow dragging became quick snaps of his hips, he switched his speed mid thrust causing me to moan out. He changed his pace so quickly I felt my head spinning, dizzy, incapable of focusing on his thrusts. The way he hit all my spots and could have me cumming in seconds. 

“Riddler! Fuck!” 

“Such a dirty mouth on you, my slut.. maybe I’ll allow you to suck me dry.” If I could tell him, if he would give me a moment to catch up with reality.. my head grows lighter as Riddler adds his lips to mine while his hand comes to choke me. His hand clamped down hard enough to add pain to the pleasure and enough to make the kiss the reason I had difficulty breathing. Riddler didn’t stop, he was incapable of it, this fed his ego and control too much. It made him feel good, not just physically but mentally too. Eddie knew I was under him, his every last movement was in his control he could stop randomly just to see how I reacted. He fed on every last moan, mewl, cry, etc that fell from my lips. 

“EDDIE!” I yell out as he stops his movements. Pulling back from the kiss and stopping his thrusts midway into me. 

“This lesson you never learn. This memory you cannot keep. Yet, I am the reason for your happiness. What am I?” Riddler was naked, deep within me, his lover. His lips brushed against my neck as he spoke his riddle, I didn’t have time to assess the consequences of not getting the riddle right. 

“It’s either death or birth.” I answer. I try my hardest to understand his words, to get my bearings about me. Clearly he found the answer he was looking for as he continued his quick thrusts almost immediately after I answered his riddle. His forearm rested against the wall for his support and his other was wrapped around my lower half to keep me up. His lips found my neck suckling and biting my sensitive skin, trailing down my neck to my collarbone bone before dragging his teeth over the wet line he created. He drove me out of my mind, absolutely insane. Riddler had me crying out for him to let me cum. 

“Not yet, my darling. I have not had my fun.” It looked and sounded like he was having fun or maybe it was my fuzzy brain unable to focus. By the sound of it he was going to fuck my brains out, make me a babbling mess that is unable to answer a riddle for his own meanings. 

“P…please!!” I yell trying not to mumble, begging him to let me cum. I let him edge me.. No, he let me edge myself. That was the lesson, I was in his complete and utter control. His power and dominance was a gift, his body was a gift. He could see it in my face, he pulled out, releasing me from the wall forcing me into the bedroom so he could have his ‘fun.’ I followed him even though I felt my legs would give out while I walked. He threw me onto the bed without a care in the world for anyone’s well being other than his. The change in scenery seemed to lift his mood, this was where he was going to enjoy himself. 

“You do not deserve me. Do you understand?” Eddie asked climbing over my weak form. I knew consciously that it was an act, something to arouse me as it had worked. Though it felt so personal as if he meant it genuinely. Maybe I didn’t deserve him. 

“I am waiting for your answer…” he said, growing impatient. 

“I think I do.” My voice gave away my emotions about his previous words. Riddler disregarded my words and kissed my lips before positioning my leg over his hip. Eddie dragged himself back into me, finding a comfortably quick place. Riddler’s hips snapped back and forth. 

“You do not deserve my cock.” He groans, feeling my walls clench hard around his cock. 

“Agh…” Riddler groans deep within his chest knowing he was nearing his own edge. He wasn’t proud nor impressed of how long I had been holding out for him, but he was glad I did even if he wouldn’t admit it. Eddie kisses under my ear before whispering a demand. 

“Now, cum now.” I fall into my ecstasy while Riddler cums as well. The combination nearly knocked me off center, Riddler rode through our orgasms. When he pulled out I detached my lips from his body as I admired my work, his deep purple markings that nearly matched the ones on my own. 

“I’m not done with you.” He announces taking a second to catch his breath. He got off the bed while I followed him to position myself. 

“Suck.” I promptly got to work. My tongue tracing the underside of his cock I tasted our mixed juices, the salty and bitter tastes.

“I want you to make me feel as good as I made you feel, although I doubt you could. I am far too skillful for you to ever be able to make me feel satisfied.” I pulled every knowledge I kept of how to suck his dick. Riddler groaned before tangling his hand in my hair, allowing him the control he needed to have. I let my tongue lick his slit very quickly before he pushed me down his length, I looked up at him through my eyelids. This was the best head by far he had ever gotten, although he would not admit it nor did he want to. 

“Is this really a-all you’ve got?” I hummed with his cock in my mouth sending a shockwave of unexpected pleasure through his body. Eddie could have cum by that pleasure alone, he was so close but purposefully held back. He was not capable of allowing me to win. I took him deeper and my nails dug at his lower back in a desperate attempt at keeping my ground. 

“Co-come on. Do better!” He demands loudly. His control and ego failed him for once, he was going to win even if his self-control was straining and becoming a grain of sand. I mumbled the permission for him to cum through vibrations. Riddled tried to hold off a little more before disrupting his rhythm, and pushed himself down my throat. He came with a groan that stayed within his chest. Riddler growled as he kept me sucking him off until he grew soft in my mouth. Eddie’s hand removed itself from my head before he moved away from the situation to go find his clothes and do whatever he had been before. While I laid on the bed, unable to think straight.

[starfragment1979]

For most of the time I was in college, I was a double major in fine arts and writing, but then at the last minute I wound up dropping my writing major down to a minor because I was having a wee little nervous breakdown and couldn't manage writing the fifty page thesis required of writing majors.

The "funny" thing is, the year after I graduated, when I was living alone (not in the dorms or with my parents) and working only a very part-time job, I wound up writing a 348 page (106K words) novel. It was an extended version of a short three-ish page story I'd written in college, one that my favorite professor liked enough to encourage me to submit to this anthology, but I was too busy having my nervous breakdown to send it in in time (I think the project lost funding and never got printed anyway). But the story stuck with me and kept growing in my imagination and I finally just had to try writing it. In time, I came to think of it as my starter novel -- not really worth trying to publish, but at the same time an invaluable experience that proved I was capable of writing novels and that taught me a lot about writing long form stories and character development and research, etc etc etc.

A few years later, I wrote another novel, and when it came to the editing phase, I was struggling a lot and I couldn't figure out why, and then suddenly one day at work I was stocking out yogurt or something in the cooler at it struck me like a bell: what I had written was only part one of the story, and there had to be a part two and a part three. And now I had to figure out what those parts would be.

I know a lot of people approach fanfic differently than original fiction, but for me as a writer, I'm giving my fanfic the same amount of dedication and seriousness that I would original fiction. And I've written many times before, either in Tumblr posts or my author's notes on AO3, about how such-and-such story wound up being so much longer and complex than I had originally intended.

(I don't mean this post as a humblebrag, and for the record I have had many more false starts than I've had finished novels, stories where I thought I had a great idea but then ran out of steam after ten or twenty or fifty pages.)

I say all this just to establish that I've been at this for a long time. Like I graduated college in 2002. I've been writing -- and writing seriously, with the intention of publishing/sharing -- for longer than some of you have been alive. I should know the drill by now.

AND YET. Last night I was laying in the bath, mulling over my current story, the fluff-n-smut that keeps getting plottier the more I write. I'm nearing the end of chapter two (currently 9k words) and am feeling apprehensive about chapters three and especially four, because the fluff-n-smut I'd been planning would not be a solid enough resolution to the plot that's been creeping into chapters one and two. And then it hit me all at once that I need to bring this kinda angsty, previously-hinted-at subplot to the forefront, which will mean a significant change of direction for chapter three, and basically doubling the planned length of chapter four, and shoehorning in some new dialogue, etc into chapters one and two.

Like I did not go into this project with any high-minded literary intentions. For real. I just wanted to write some kissing and sex and fluff, because my last story was so angsty and because the world is scary and maybe gay smut will help.

And instead it's shaping up to be some dumb comment on society or something and I'm sitting here being all surprised-Pikachu that yet another story has gotten away from me. Like, I should expect this by now, right? Lol.

(And for the record, the story will still have plenty of gay smut.)

[ehlnofay]

20 Questions for Writers

tagged by @everybodyknows-everybodydies and @wispstalk :) thanks guys! answers under the cut

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

58, in the account connected to this one :)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

152,370... more than I would have thought honestly damn. I knew I had a good few hundred thousand words rattling around in the bowels of my computer but I didn't know I'd posted that many

3. What fandoms do you write for?

primarily elder scrolls (to everyone's surprise, I'm sure) but I've taken up writing for bg3 over on @spellsparkler recently... evidently playing rpgs Does Something to me. the combination of preset narrative and freedom of interpretation of character makes some evil little cog in my brain start spinning and sparking. I have also, on a completely unrelated ao3 account, written exactly two fics for pentiment... might do more of that in future. it's a beautiful game and surprisingly easy to write for. highly recommend

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

All's Fair in a Burning House , Welcome to my Table (Bring Your Hunger), the glarthir fic, Comfort and Etienne Rarnis Goes Home. an interesting batch

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try! sometimes I forget for too long and then I feel guilty for forgetting and I put it off more because I feel guilty. it's a supremely unhelpful thought process. but for the most part I do. I always read them, often multiple times, and they bring me great joy

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmm. to be honest I don't think I've ever thought about this before... I've never set out to write something that ends sadly, just to say whatever they need to say. there's also the issue that the majority of what I post is shortform - they're snapshots of a wider narrative, not a whole cohesive arc in themselves - so much of what I write doesn't HAVE endings. the pieces that do tend more than anything to be bittersweet, I think. I guess I would say A Study in Self-Immolation? I wouldn't call it "angsty" but it definitely has more of a downward trajectory than anything else. it has a catastrophe and everything

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

same problem here! I have plenty of short pieces with more cheerful tones but a lot of my more self-contained stuff tends to have a certain Atmosphere. I think I have to say the glarthir fic... the whole point of writing it was to give him a more realistic and empathetic portrayal and a chance at a happy ending (I am forever hitting whoever writes about mental illness in tes with a big stick. I hate them with all my heart)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

ONCE. when I was 10 or 11 I was called a slur in the comments of a minecraft fic and it has brought me much amusement ever since (they were angry that I kept saying "shone" instead of "shine") (to be fair I for sure overused the word at that age. but it was PAST TENSE. I WAS RIGHT) (and also it was a minecraft fanfiction obviously written by a child. do you really have nothing better to do)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I am. literally only just now beginning to get past my mental block for writing romance let's not get ahead of ourselves here in all earnestness in my efforts to practice writing romantic relationships I have found that I'm fine alluding to or mentioning sex, but the idea of writing a play-by-play sex scene sounds awkward and uninteresting for me, and I highly doubt that I could write it in a way that didn't feel stilted and trite. maybe in the future I will find some purpose for it and will endeavour to figure it out! but for now... absolutely zero appeal. I'm still working on getting confident enough to post the pieces where people kiss on the mouth or whatever

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

never have! never plan to! I get why it would be fun for people but it's just not that interesting an idea to me

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I would be IMMENSELY flattered. but no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I haven't. it's not something I would be opposed to but it does sound difficult... I'm used to hashing things out on my own and working at my own (occasionally very slow) pace, I'm not sure how that would work with someone else

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I am entirely too aromantic for this question. don't get me wrong I love mashing two characters together it's just that whether they kiss about it is not even remotely a concern for me? number one question is it at least a little bit fucked up number two question what is the symbolism and narrative devices about it. no follow up questions. does a ship have to be romantic? or do I have to be specifically invested in the romance part of it for it to count? I have a truly endless list if the answer to either is no

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

all the old things I started when I was a kid and never finished. I'm pretty good about eventually getting things done now that I'm focusing on more short-form stuff... there is the thing that I'm working on (in the loosest sense) that I'm taking a long ass break from but I honestly believe I will get back to it and finish it. eventually

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at building layered and interesting dynamics between characters - I've gotten compliments on that before (blushing curtseying etc) and it's probably one of my favourite things about writing. relatedly I think I'm pretty good at subtext and showing things without stating them outright

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I mentioned earlier that I'm trying to get past my awkwardness when writing anything to do with romance - I don't like that there's something that is a significant part of a lot of peoples' lives that I don't really know how to write. I'm working on it and I think I'm getting better at it already though... I think it's more of a mental block and the worry of getting it wrong than anything else. fingers crossed I'll be confident enough to post some of my attempts soon I think staying committed to writing longer-form pieces is also something I'd like to improve on, in the future. I could also use a lot of improvement in the editing department - in that I barely do it, and I think coming into things with more intention and being better at paring them down and keeping to that goal would be really helpful, especially with more ambitious projects

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think when it's done well (and sparingly) it can really add something to the piece, but my monolingual ass could not do it well. I've tried; it's a difficult thing to implement without it feeling clunky, and it's not something I'm prioritising improving on. I do like to see it when it's done right though

19. First fandom you wrote for?

minecraft when I was like 10 or 11 (it had all this weird mythological worldbuilding and my main character was annoying as hell) (I got called a slur over it, as you may recall)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

man I think I have to say Comfort. it's just over a year old now and it's probably not the most technically skilled thing I've written, but the concept and subject matter is really close to my heart and I'm proud of it. it was born out of a lot of my own experiences with and perspectives on mental illness, as well as an effort to create something with more humanity and understanding than tes shows its disordered caricatures - both to humanise them and to try to write a version of the idea of mental illness (as sheogorath) that doesn't have to be a monster. I'm glad I wrote it

[hangmanssunnies]

Okay, I read this when you first posted it, and it has been sitting in my drafts ever since. I apologize for that, but let me tell you why that happened. This fic is so freaking fantastic that I knew you deserved all the praise and in-depth comments on it. I'm sorry it took me this long to get these to you.

Also, your writing drives me a little insane in the best way. So, that is partially to blame. The way you wrote Jake in this was so freaking great. So so soooo wonderful It really did wreck me while reading. If anyone expects there to be a normal amount of comments below the cut... don't.

PFFT, okay to start off. I mean the fact that there is something more between these two is fucking palpable from the very start. She is pointing out Jake to this kiddo? Sooo normal. I cannot believe the veggie slander that's happening here, though. We can love brussel sprouts and asparagus equally. 🥺 The brussels sprouts things made me laugh too! I love the quick math Jake seems to be doing seeing his girl with a random child here.

Oh my god. I didn't realize how intense he was going to be. However, I am wholeheartedly here for it. God the way he takes comfort in her and her presence is everything to me, actually. Then oh gosh the way it's something that's meaningful and important to the reader too. Oh gosh I'm in love with them, and I already know they are in LOVEEEE.

Made sure you were all secure in the car??? UMMM okay... I love him. And the tension here was wonderful. AND THEN HE OPENS THE DOOR TOO? opening the door and getting kissed so well my brain goes brrr? I could not ask for more. That is the dream.

Once again, the obvious comfort Jake takes in them and their presence. SWOON. The build up you put in this! I am vibrating just reading it.

Okay, I will say all the thank yous in this fic fucking wrecked me. They were also sooo important to me and I loved them. All the things it could be for all the things it was for!!! So So So great.

YOUR MAN... ON HIS KNEES. 😵😵😵😵 and then he looks fucking HOT jesus. I think he maybe definitely meant to say your man Bestie. The fact that Jake is so wound up and into it too is delicious.

Your man and then to be hit with my girl. WOWZA. oh... ouchie. A sorry plus his reaction to that sorry. I'm not sure Jake is really reminding her it seems more likely he is maybe reminding both of youse.

maybe someone wants to be kept Jake... He is so desperate here too it's making me a little cookoo crazy. the shivering 😵😵😵🥵🥵🥵

Your descriptions are always so so lovely. I loved this imagery of Jake at the start of this snippet. CAN WE PRETEND FUCK THIS RUINED ME ... i loved loved this I love the hesitancy Jake has. the phrasing. CAN WE PRETEND!!!!! You're a genius.

can you believe i went this insane? It's not surprising 😵😵😵😵 damn!! HOT!!! is right!!!! INSANE! If I were the reader, I think I would have instantly died. It would have taken me more than a while to catch back up to speed. My heart hurts on how our poor reader has to mentally shield herself from feeling too much.

GREEEEEN COLOR CHECKS !!!!!!!!!! YAS FUCK WE LOVE TO SEE IT. However, also ouchie. ouch ouch ouchie. Knowing that she is going to get hurt and wanting it so bad, him so bad, she's going to do it anyway. THEN YOU HIT ME WITH A THANK YOU AGAIN. Sana, you are going to be responsible for my death straight up. Something about the thank yous Jake says really ends me.

😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵 I love how he is committing to this roleplay scenario. AMAZING.

Literally, the counting thing was so fucking hot. This smut and Jake's dirty talk were so so so damn good. Melted my brain good. 😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵. The way you describe Jake DAmN. I'm panting.

"Hi - hey" moments make me scream and cry and die a little inside. They are so beautiful. Then to have one just after this charged, emotionally intense sex they just had. Wonderful<3 The need to just stay and come down together and still feel Jake also makes sooo much sense here.

can y'all really ignore that, though? I don't think it would be possible even if they wanted to. fuck they are so soft for each other. 🥹🥹🥹 "Ignoring and pretending, how you'd always expected falling in love to be " I'm sorry, excuse me while I go cry for several hours. That line hit so deep.

oof oof oof oof ouch ouch ouch. One of the wonderful things about this fic is how wide a range of emotions that make sense and fit together in a single fic. Like it's smutty and wonderful, I'm in love, and also my feelings are also so hurt. I understand this fear Jake has so intimately. It felt like a a fear I myself have, of knowing someone loveing someone and then they are just a stranger to you. ANd also the fear of the life someone could be having if you weren't around... I don't know. This was just so so wonderfully written. I wish I could be more eloquent on explaining my feelings. This was TS' 'new years day' level of hurt for me.

The platonic mental math happening here. Girlie the math ain't mathing for a reason. Oh gosh the fact that they are still intertwined. 😵😵😵 I loved how Jake is so absentmindedly touching her and it's reassuring and soothing him. 🥹

Be so fucking for real right now, Jake, I swear to god. I am glad she finally was like ummm. I'm out of ways I can justify this. So proud of her. People should see we fit??????? Wow Jake!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for almost telling it straight. I love him so much though. I loved how he had to clarify the whole foods part.

I love them. I loved this. HIS EYES THAT SAY TOO MUCH!!! FUCK!!! yes, so true. I loved how you wrote that because it was wonderful. These two going steady and also have a whole fun new kink to rolepaly?!?!! Fantastic ending, I couldn't have asked for anything more.

Sana, thank you so much for writing and sharing this for others to read. I don't think this slightly unhinged reblog did justice to how much praise you deserve for this work. However, please know this fic is a masterpiece, genuinely!

can't unfeel that // Jake Seresin x fem!reader

pairing: hangman x reader (no y/n)

synopsis: jake and his FWB are going strong, totally not developing feelings, totally unaffected and happily still in friends territory...in completely unrelated news, Jake discovers a breeding kink

word count: 8k of smut interspersed with feelings

A/N: This fic is a follow up to kinda might, sorta like, love you a little bit; it’s not necessary to read that first, but it is the dynamic (if you haven’t read it, that’s where Jake discovers choking so it’s a fun time) (also the title is another line from the same song). Thank you to @gigisimsonmars for the inspo and beta-ing, and @laracrofted and @bradshawsbitch for opinions, moral support, and straight up coaching!! 💙

Warnings: 18+ explicit content, minors DNI explicit PiV, unprotected sex, non negotiated breeding kink—friendly reminder this is a work of FICTION oh my god use protection and communicate explicitly with your partner beforehand please please please— f!receiving oral sex, hint on condescension, denied/delayed orgasm, overstimulation…if none of that phases you, there’s also swearing.

This was friend behavior; friends totally go grocery shopping together. 

It definitely wasn’t a big deal that you and Jake were at a Whole Foods, him looking for some kind of weird protein powder while you picked through cartons of blackberries. 

It was absolutely casual that he’d moved into a small house off base, and you were spending the night more often than not.

Your friends with benefits situation was continuing as expected, and the domesticity of it all was not, in any way whatsoever, throwing you off. 

You wrinkled your nose at your reflection in the mirrors over the produce section, wondering who you were convincing. In the mirrors, you saw a man with a child on his hip come up to peruse the bell pepper section, and you stepped aside to give them more room. 

“I’m so sorry to bother, but would you mind?”

You were surprised when the man spoke to you, and you turned to see him sheepishly looking between the rows of bell peppers, and the toddler who wouldn’t let go of her father, her lower lip quivering dangerously each time he readjusted his grip to reach for some vegetables. 

“Of course,” you said, pulling down a produce bag. “What can I grab for you?”

“Actually,” the man shifted the child on his hip, “could you just take her for a minute? My wife sent this massive list and I have like a dozen things I need to get, and it’d just be faster…”

“Oh,” you said, looking at the girl who looked dubiously back at you, trying not to read gender roles and expectations into someone just asking for help. “If it’ll help, sure.” 

“Thank you so much,” the man sighed in relief, handing over the child with little fanfare. The kid looked at you suspiciously, and you settled her onto your hip, not giving her a chance to second guess the arrangement. The man moved quickly down the aisle, pulling out a list to consult and grabbing different vegetables, as you narrated to the child, hoping the steady flow of information would be enough to offset the fact that she was being held by a stranger.

“Did you know,” you told her quietly, “that Brussels sprouts grow on stalks, like almonds? They look like little cabbages, and they’re technically related, I think, but they don’t come out of the ground like that. The pattern they grow in is actually called helical—which I’ve never said aloud until this moment, but it’s the same base word as helix, so I hope I got it right—around the stalk…”

You rambled on as the father continued to dart up and down the aisle, coming back occasionally to drop the bagged produce into the trolley. You heard a familiar footstep on the linoleum, and turned both you and the child towards it. 

“And that man over there,” you told her, smiling conspiratorially as Jake rounded the corner, his boots giving a distinctive cadence to his step, “didn’t believe me when I told him it’s actually Brussels sprouts, with an ‘s’ at the end.”

Jake’s face went on a journey when he found you, then registered that you were holding an unfamiliar child, and his eyes slid over to the father running frantically up and down the aisle. A strange expression settled on his face when he looked back at you, almost frowning, as he walked closer to you. 

“It’s not his fault,” you continued to the toddler, who was watching Jake with open fascination as he approached. “He’s a cretin whose unpopular vegetable of choice is an asparagus.”

“Ha ha,” Jake deadpanned as he stepped beside you, looking between you and the child with that same unfamiliar expression on his face. “What’s this?”

The father chose that moment to reappear, dropping a mesh bag of yellow onions, a carton of fingerling potatoes, a bundle of scallions, and a couple heads of garlic into the trolley, and nodding at Jake before turning back to you.

“Honestly, you’re a lifesaver,” he thanked you fervently, reaching for his kid. She went without complaint, and you briefly envied her unflappability, before you were preoccupied by other things. 

Things like Jake stepping way into your personal space, and leaning forward to brush a kiss on your cheek. You shivered, surprised by the contact, but Jake stared intently at the man’s retreating figure, juggling his daughter and the trolley, either unaware of or unbothered by the heavy gaze following him. 

“What was that?” you asked him, as soon as the man finally rounded the corner. Jake’s nose wrinkled, before he shook his head and stepped out of your personal space. He wasn’t looking at you, but held out the shopping basket towards you, showing a brown envelope labeled Organic Pea Protein on top of the groceries you’d already picked out. 

“I found the powder,” he said, his voice level, and you weren’t sure if you were crazy or if he was suppressing. But Jake didn’t look like he was going to divulge any additional information, so you reached behind you haphazardly, grabbing the first carton of berries your fingers closed on. 

“And I’ve got the berries,” you announced. You checked your selection as you dropped it into the basket, mentally grimacing when you saw you’d picked blueberries.

“You hate blueberries,” Jake said, frowning slightly. 

“Sure do,” you muttered, looking at them, before pasting a smile on your face to look back at Jake. “But we’ve committed at this point. Anything else we need?”

Jake looked at you for a long moment, then shook his head tersely. “Uh, no. No, let’s go.”

You were both quiet as you stood in line to check out, making cordial conversation with the cashier, and then fading out as you carried the paper grocery bags out to the truck. The silence was almost disconcerting, but Jake didn’t seem upset, just like he was focusing intently on something, you weren’t sure what. You were loading the groceries into the backseat behind the passenger door when you realized Jake wasn’t opposite you, and that his bags had already been loaded. You were looking around for him when strong hands closed around your waist, and Jake pulled you to him, closing the door in front of you, before pressing you against the side of his truck. You expected him to turn you to face him, but you braced yourself against the truck when he didn’t, his broad body caging you against the door. 

“Jake?” you asked softly, unsure what he needed, or was looking for, knowing that sometimes it was easier for him to feel you than to tell you. You could feel him drawing in slow breaths from the way his chest expanded against your back, and his hips pressed slightly forward at your soft question.

“Just a sec,” he said gruffly, his voice muffled as he turned his face into your hair. He wasn’t kissing and he wasn’t nuzzling; it just felt like he was grounding himself by touching you, and you knew that, despite trying to convince yourself otherwise by the bell peppers, your heart was in trouble. Because not only only did you not mind, you wish he’d let you do this more. 

You nodded, sliding your hand up the side of the truck so you could rest your face on the back of it, while you waited for him. Jake drew in a couple more breaths, and then his hands on your waist loosened, as he turned you to face him. 

You went easily, arms dropping from the truck to his shoulders, hoping if your presence had steadied him, your touch could do the same. His eyes were stormy, the green of them clouded over by something complicated, something messy, and your hand snuck up from his shoulder to the back of his head, pulling his face down to you. You didn’t kiss him, but you watched his eyes slide closed as you pressed his forehead to yours, and his shoulders dropped slightly. 

“Want to tell me about it?” you asked quietly. 

He didn’t say anything, but you felt him shake his head, his hair scratching your forehead from where it was trapped between you. 

“Want to get out of here?” you asked instead, and this time felt him nod, causing something like pride to well up in your chest, relieved that he’d trust you enough to be able to voice what he wanted.

“Okay, then,” you said, gently as you could, “ let’s go.”

Again, Jake nodded, and you felt his hands tighten on your waist.

“When we get home,” he said, his voice rough, “I’m unloading the groceries. You’re going straight to my bed, changing out of this, and into my old Staubach tshirt.”

Jake didn’t phrase it like a question, but you knew he was asking it anyway, so you nodded. You felt him exhale a long breath against your cheek, like relief, and then he released you suddenly, like he had to do it at once or he wouldn’t at all. 

He stepped away from you to open the passenger door, made sure your feet were tucked in before shutting it, then crossed in front of the truck quickly, pulling the truck out of the lot before his word choice snagged in your mind—home. 

You looked at Jake out of the corner of your eye and he wove the truck in and out of traffic. His eyes were squinted against the bright sunlight, but the expression on his face was unfamiliar to you. His jaw was clenched, and his hands were tight on the steering wheel, and when one dropped to the stick to shift gears, the movement was terse, precise. You wanted to be a more altruistic person, you did, but realistically, something warmed deep in your stomach as you anticipated what that meant for when you got home. 

 When he pulled into the driveway, Jake was out of truck before it’d fully stopped, yanking open your door and turning you to face him, on the edge of the seat. You fumbled to undo your safety belt as his hand on the back of your neck drew your mouth to his, his lips claiming yours in a hungry kiss. 

Your eyes fluttered shut and you reached a hand up to his jawline to steady yourself as he pressed you back against the seat. He kissed you hard, heavy, and you knew there was something he was saying that he wasn’t telling you, but you couldn’t quite read it off his lips. His mouth moved hungrily over yours, then he pulled himself back, pressing chaste kisses on the corners of your lips, your chin, across your cheekbones. 

“Upstairs,” he said, his voice low. “Be ready for me.”

The heat that had been curling in your belly since the parking lot fanned into a flame in his words, and you nodded mutely. Jake helped you out of the cab of the truck (a couple more kisses and a smidge more of that voice, and you probably would’ve slid off the seat), and you walked on unsteady legs towards the house. 

Upstairs, you rooted through Jake’s pajama drawer, looking for the worn navy tshirt he’d requested. You could hear the refrigerator door opening and shutting as Jake shuffled groceries around the kitchen, and you stripped unceremoniously, before pulling the tshirt over your head. The material felt soft, the hem falling just to the tops of your thighs. Jake’s footsteps sounded on the stairs and you darted over to the bed, perching on the edge of it as he came into the room. 

At the sight of you, something softened in his demeanor. 

His shoulders lost some of their tension, even as he pulled in a deep breath, looking at you. Your thighs pressed together as you fought the urge to squirm under the intensity of his gaze, no less unsettling for its familiarity. He noticed, of course, his eyes darting down to your thighs, and an almost-smile growing on his lips.  

He walked into the room slowly, each step measured, and by the time he made it to the bed you were practically vibrating with need. To hear his voice, to feel his touch, to know you’d generated some kind of reaction from him, while you sat fidgeting. 

Jake stopped in front of you, running a finger along the neckline of the shirt, and you couldn’t help but lean towards him. 

“Thank you.”

He said it quietly, and it surprised you. You weren’t sure if he meant for changing, for waiting, for understanding that he couldn’t say whatever it was, but as you met his eyes as he stood over you, you nodded an unspoken ‘you’re welcome’. 

Jake’s hand trailed down the front of the tshirt, his touch warm even through the cotton. His fingers stalled when he reached your breasts, his thumbs passing languidly over you as he confirmed you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Your nipples hardened under his teasing touch, light and unhurried, even as his eyes darkened. 

“So good for me,” Jake murmured, and his hands dropped farther. He tapped the tops of your thighs and you opened them obediently. There was no pretense here, no point in pretending his words and his authority didn’t affect you. As you parted your legs, Jake sank to his knees beside the bed, his eyes flashing as he bent level to your hips.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, his warm breath ghosting over you, the endearment falling from his lips like it was natural, even if it was only when you were like this, “is this for me?”

He pressed a feather-light kiss to your core, his tongue darting out between his lips to taste you and you knew what he meant—you were already glistening with arousal. Jake’s fingers came up to grip your thighs and he inhaled deeply as he spread your legs farther, sending a flush of color across your chest. You always felt desired with Jake, but sometimes it felt carnal, the way he needed you to fill all his senses. 

Another light kiss, another sweep of his tongue, tantalizing promises and teases for the both of you. You leaned back on your hands, braced on the bed, as Jake’s gentle touches continued. It wasn’t at all what you’d expected, this soft exploration, and your hips lifted towards him, asking for more. 

He pulled back.

You whimpered at the loss of his mouth, looking down to see him licking his lips. Jake’s chin was wet, shining with your arousal, and he’d barely touched you. 

“Jake…” you started, your body canting towards him, but his hands on your legs stilled you. 

“Asked you a question,” he mumbled, holding your eyes while he leaned in to place another chaste kiss on your cunt. His lips closed over you, his tongue curled against you, and you trembled at the dark look in his eyes. 

“Yes, fuck,” you breathed, and Jake sucked where his lips had sealed, a reward. “All for you, Jake, only you.”

He hummed, the vibration causing your head to fall back as he placed another maddeningly controlled kiss on your core. He lapped at you slowly, pulling your arousal into his mouth, savoring your taste, taking his time. You realized you were trembling, your body shaking as Jake took what he desired, finding his pleasure between your thighs. 

He kissed you, again, again, a soft trail up to your clit. When he rolled his tongue over that tight mound, your arms gave out, one of your hands tangling into his hair while you fell back to your other elbow. 

Jake chuckled against your core. 

“Need something, sweetheart?” he asked, licking a long stroke up your cunt. Your back arched and you cried out as Jake smirked into you, his tongue circling your clit. “Use your words.”

“More,” you gasped, your hips bucking into his touch. “Please, Jake, I need more.”

“More?” Jake asked, his voice low, and his teeth brushed over your clit as he sucked. You moaned, and Jake soothed you with more light kisses before you felt him shifting. A moment later, a thick finger traced along your folds, and you nodded feverishly. 

“Please,” you begged, “I need—”

“Oh she needs, does she?” Jake mused, and you whimpered as he pulled back. You felt his cheek press against your thigh as he watched his fingers pulling through you. He spread you with his hand, holding your folds apart so he could lick deeply into you. The pressure of his tongue, the sureness of his touch, it felt so good, but it wasn't anywhere near enough.

And he knew it, the asshole.

“Yes, please, I—” you broke off with a yelp when Jake pinched your clit. He leaned in to soothe it with another frustrating kiss, but your body echoed with the throbbing pulse. 

“Most people would be grateful to have their man on his knees, wouldn’t they?” Jake said, his voice muffled as his lips trailed over your core, but the teasing derision still present, sending a tremor through you. “But not you, hmm, honey? You want more.”

Your breath caught at his words; surely he hadn’t meant to say your man. 

He wasn’t yours like that, hot as it was for him to say it…but the illusion of it was enough to set your reeling. You looked down at him—hair mussed from your fingers, pupils blown wide from your taste, shoulders panting as he chose between air and more of you—and this afternoon you liked the idea of him being yours. 

“Greedy, greedy girl,” Jake chastised softly, when you didn’t correct him, but if you closed your eyes, you could pretend there was a fondness hiding in the gentleness of his voice. 

He thrust two fingers into you.

You arched off the bed, a wail falling from your lips as Jake curled his fingers inside of you. 

“And I take care of you, don’t I,” he said, kissing your cunt sloppily as his fingers worked in and out of you. “Every damn time, satisfy this needy pussy, this fucking perfect cunt.” 

The stretch of his fingers, the wet drag of his tongue, the dirty sting of his words, washed over you and you moaned as he wrecked you. 

“Yes, Jake,” you practically whined. “You’re so good, you feel so good, please—”

“That’s right,” Jake gritted, his fingers working faster. He thrust into you, stroking your walls and kissing it better with his warm mouth. You felt your thighs shaking and heat building in your center and you didn’t remember falling back onto the bed, but you didn’t remember anything other than the torturous, teasing, all consuming need that Jake was stroking between your legs. 

“Fuck, honey, squeezing me so tight,” Jake panted. “You gonna cum for me? After all that needing, you gonna let me make you feel good? Come on, sweetheart, let me have it; it’s mine.” 

His fingers continued stretching you, thrusting into you with perfect, intoxicating, precision and Jake leaned closer to your core again. His nose brushed against your clit before his lips closed around it, sucking messily, and you felt the building pressure inside of you shatter. 

You heard yourself sobbing like something in a dream, distant and echoing, but all you could feel was the tremors wracking your body, and Jake’s tongue pulling you through it. 

“Pretty girl,” Jake was murmuring between kisses. “You’re so damn beautiful, all the time, but when you come for me it’s something else. You did so good, sweetheart, so good, and you taste like fucking heaven…”

You whimpered as your head cleared, pulling weakly at his hair as he continued to kiss your sensitive core. 

Jake continued to lap up your release, unrelenting, unsatiated, and you both groaned when he eased a finger back into you. 

“How we doing, sweetheart,” he asked, and when you opened your eyes, he was watching you carefully. You realized he was holding his finger still inside of you, and it was your hips pulling him into you, rocking into his hand. 

“Good,” you whispered. 

Jake nodded, and his finger curled. “That’s my girl.”

His words soothed over you, and you felt them settle warmly over your skin, the same as when he’d called himself your man. It was probably pheromones, nothing more, but God it was a lovely thought. 

“Sweetheart…” Jake’s voice was quiet, dangerous. “You know what that look does to me.”

This was happening more often than not, little moments where you wished for more, and Jake had to remind you that that wasn’t the deal you’d both agreed to. You clenched your eyes shut again, trying to make it go away. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled. 

When you looked at him again, Jake’s forehead was pursed in a frown, and he shifted his weight to climb up onto the bed. He lowered himself over you, his hard body pressing over your soft one, and his mouth found yours. He kissed you and you tasted yourself on his tongue, even in the gentle insistence of this kiss. 

Jake pulled back, his lips trailing along your jaw, your neck. 

“Don’t apologize, honey, please don’t,” he whispered against your skin. “I can’t…please don’t.”

And you pressed your lips tightly together to trap the words, but when he pulled back to look at you, you knew you couldn’t look, not without showing him what he didn’t want to see. You could feel him watching you carefully, gauging your reaction as he added another finger inside of you. He groaned when you clenched around him, his hips rocking into you slowly as yours spread wider, to cradle him. 

“Feels good, Jake,” you gasped, loving the weight and motion of him.

He sucked on your neck, nibbling lightly and letting go as he rocked into you again. “Why’d you have to do that,” he mumbled into your collarbone, “look at me like that, then tell me it feels good. Makes me want to keep you, honey.”

Your hips stuttered against his, even as you knew he didn’t mean it, he couldn’t. Before you could ask and before he could take it back, he surged up to kiss you again. There was something almost frantic in his kiss, desperate enough that you knew this was it, whatever had gotten into him back at the grocery store. 

“Sweetheart,” he groaned, pulling his fingers out of you, settling his hands on your waist, squeezing tightly to orient himself. His face was buried in your neck, hiding, even as his clothed hips rutted harder against you. 

“Tell me what you need,” you asked, one of your hands coming up to card through his hair. He shivered, this enormous pilot, shivered at your words and your touch. He pulled back to look at you again, carefully, for a long moment. 

The afternoon sun was fading, and he looked golden in your arms, crouched above you. He hadn’t pushed your hand from his hair, and you smiled when he moved his head, adjusting where you were scratching him, working up the gumption to say whatever it was he needed.

“Can we pretend?” he asked at last, his voice holding something almost vulnerable. “I…maybe I can explain it later. But for now, can we just pretend?”

You didn’t know what he meant, but, irrationally, you trusted him anyway. If this was what he needed, and you could provide it, then you would. You nodded, and he let out a slow breath, nodding back. Beyond that, he didn’t move, looking almost uncertain with what to do next, so you pushed at his shoulders lightly. 

“Let’s start here, yeah?” you prompted, pulling his shirt over his head. 

Jake helped you, shifting to his side so you both could work on getting his pants off. Then he was in his boxer briefs, and you were in his shirt, and then he pulled that off of you too. The air was thick for a moment as you lay looking at each other, waiting. 

You ran a hand down his chest, over the smooth skin and coarse hair, thickening as you trailed lower. You brushed your fingers over his length, straining against his underwear, and looked back up at him through your lashes. 

“Don’t you want to fuck me, Jake?” you asked softly. He nodded, eyes closing as you ran your hand over him again. 

“More than that,” he whispered.

He felt good in your hand, hot and thick, and you watched the outline grow as you waited for him to finish the thought. 

You felt him brush some of your hair out of your face, before he said quietly, “Want to get you pregnant.”

You froze.

When you looked back up at him, Jake was watching you closely and your heart felt like someone had it in a chokehold because that was what he’d meant by pretending?? You’d mentally prepared for some variety of roleplay, maybe even an admiral or rank kink, but this? You, just with a future together?

While your mind was screaming that it was unintentionally cruel, your body was sighing that it was so. Damn. Hot. 

You had an IUD so it wasn’t a possibility, but the fantasy was admittedly one that sent a pulse of need straight through you.  

“Color,” Jake asked softly, and you bit your lip. 

If you said no, he’d be apologetic, probably fix you a bath or go downstairs, give you some space while he fixed something from the grocery run earlier. You’d eat together, pretend it hadn’t happened, and he’d help you get back to base, whatever you needed. Unless what you needed was to be here with him, like this, only not pretend. 

It was that simple, wasn’t it: there was no way you were walking unscathed away from knowing how Jake fucked you when he wanted a future with you. 

But you looked at him, into his soft eyes that were waiting for you, hoping for you, and there was only one word in your mind. 

“Green,” you whispered. 

Jake’s eyes closed. 

The hand that had brushed your hair away settled on your neck and he pulled you to him. 

“Thank you,” he said, and before you could process that, he kissed you. 

This kiss was different. 

It wasn’t possessive, it wasn’t hungry. It was almost tender. It was gratitude, honest and insistent, pressed against your lips as Jake thanked you for something he had no way of knowing you wanted.

It was too gentle, but when you tried to deepen it, Jake held back, soothing you with soft caresses. His hands were light on your shoulders, your waist, the side of your face, embracing you with more than just his kiss. You melted into it, the gentle slide of his mouth against yours, his sweet taste, the strength of his arms around you. Jake kissed you until he felt you trust him with it, and then he rolled you both over.

He settled over you, his long body draping over yours, and you wanted to melt into the bedspread. Your arms were wrapped around him, pulling him closer to you, and one of your hands ran over his stomach to slip into his underwear. You hummed into Jake’s kiss as your fingers wrapped around his cock, warm and heavy in your hand, and his hips pushed further into your grasp.  

“Honey, hold on—” he muttered against your lips, but you shook your head. His touch was too good, there was too much unspoken, and if you let the tenderness fester unchecked, you weren’t going to be able to handle this. 

You could lean into this, you could do it. You slid your hands around his back, pushing his boxer briefs down to his thighs before your hand returned to his cock. You knew he always got a little worked up when he went down on you, and as you stroked your hand over him, precum beaded on the tip of his cock. 

“Waited long enough, Jake,” you whispered, “want you to fill me.”

Jake drew in a sharp breath at your words, and he nudged your chin with his nose, moving your face so he could kiss up your neck. His mouth was more desperate than focused; you knew he’d leave marks and you tried not to think about why you wanted him to. You shifted under him, moving to guide his cock towards your entrance, brushing against your thighs, slicked with his spit and your orgasm. 

“Sweetheart,” he groaned, words muffled against your neck, a warning and a promise as you ran his cock through your folds. “You’re so warm and I’m not even in you yet.”

“Want to feel you,” you told him, wishing your voice was wrecked because he’d asked you to pretend, not because the thought of him having you like this sent your head spinning. 

“I know, honey,” Jake said, voice low. “Just give me a sec.”

You could hear his breathing, measured like he had to count it, like it was overwhelming for him too. You licked your lips as you lined him up with your core. 

“Come on, Jacob,” you cooed, letting go of his cock and running your hands up his side, settling under his shoulder blades, “don’t you want to breed me?”

“Fucking hell,” Jake swore, and his hips slammed forward. 

Your head fell back as he shoved his cock into you, stretching you, deep and hot and sudden. You whimpered his name as your body ached in the most delicious way, stuffed, full. 

“What’d you think would happen, honey,” Jake said, his voice hoarse, but his tone sharp. His arms caged around you, and he pushed off the bed to pull out slowly.

The drag of his cock through your cunt was devastating, but not half as much as the look on his face, when you opened your eyes. 

Fuck, he looked so good.

Sandy hair in his eyes, expression strained as he held his body in check, his eyes blown wide with desire. His head dropped when he pulled nearly out of you, just the tip still in you, and you felt yourself clenching down on him, needing him. His lowered head draped his dog tags against your chest, the cold metal causing you to gasp. 

Jake chuckled, a rumble of a laugh, and the tags dragged across your chest, then trailed up your neck as he leaned forward while he pushed back into you. You looked down your body, down to where his thick cock, shining with your joint arousal, was pressing back into your entrance.  

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” Jake said, and you looked up at him. “That’s right. Look at me while I feed you my cock.”

You whimpered, every impulse telling you to close your eyes, let your head fall, focus only on the stretch of his cock and your body adjusting to him. But you let your eyes burn as you looked up at him, and Jake almost smiled. 

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Beautiful girl, doing so good for me.”

Your nails raked up his back as he bottomed out in you. He felt so deep, like you could feel his heartbeat, or maybe that was just the way his chest was pressed up against yours. It felt like every inch of your body was connected to his, melting into him, as Jake waited for you to adjust. His eyes darted over your face, watching you carefully, and it warmed you just as much as his body over yours. 

“Need you to move, Jake,” you gasped, when you were ready. “Need to feel you move.”

“We’re back to need, are we?” Jake asked wryly, but he rolled his hips, pushing deeper into you before pulling himself back out. He thrust back into you, your body accepting him, craving the push and pull and the fullness of him. Jake set a steady pace, deep and thorough and you felt like every time he pressed into you it was too much, and when he pulled out, like you needed him all the more for it. 

So, yeah, you were back to need. 

“Fuck, those sounds you’re making,” Jake groaned. “You sound so good, sweetheart, I could come just from hearing you.” 

You hadn’t even realized you were whining, each thrust of Jake’s hips punching sounds out of you. A layer of sweat coated his skin, soothing the abrasion of his chest hair as he moved over your and the juxtaposition of it all—his words, his cock, his sweat, his chest—clouded your mind so all you could do was keep making whatever noises he pulled from you.

“But not today, huh?” Jake continued, pushing back into you. “Not today, because today’s not just about getting us there, is it, it’s about fucking filling you.”

You moaned at his words, nodding desperately, feeling yourself clenching him tighter at his words. God, you wanted to feel that, wanted to feel him. 

“‘s that what you want, baby?” Jake gritted, his hips slamming forward. “To be so full of me, with my seed, not just when I can give it to you like this. Fuck, you’d always have me in you, wouldn’t you, carrying me.” 

You felt yourself sliding up the bed, being pushed up by the force of his thrusts. You reached back for the headboard, finding it closer than you’d expected, pushing back to meet Jake, and he moaned.

“That’s right, sweetheart, push yourself back on this cock. You need that don’t you, to milk it till you’re full of me?”

You cried out as you nodded, needing that, just like he said. Jake swore under his breath, reaching down to rearrange you. He pulled your legs out from your hips, hooking his elbows under your thighs and easing into you again. 

“Jake, fuck,” you groaned, the new angle pushing him impossibly deeper. Pleasure curled hot in your core, stoked higher by the friction of Jake’s thrusts. Your body was still sensitive from your first orgasm, but his cock and his words had you hurtling towards that precipice again, sooner than you could’ve imagined. 

“You too, sweetheart,” he gritted, but he couldn’t know, couldn’t feel this as much as you did. 

“Jake,” you whimpered. “I’m want to come, please—”

“No,” Jake gasped, and your eyes flew open. His jaw was slack, his eyes hooded, but his expression was intense as he looked down at you. His mouth opened slightly when he pressed deeper into you again, but he gained control when he pulled back, your body protesting the loss of him. 

“No?” you echoed, and he shook his head. 

“We have to time it right,” Jake murmured, his cock shoving back into you, “if we want this to stick, honey, you have to come with me.”

Your eyes rolled back, at his words or from the steady press of his cock. “Jake—”

“Count us down, sweetheart,” Jake said, voice stern. He braced his hands on either side of you, his arms shaking as he held himself in check, but his expression steady. “I’ll get us there, but you tell me when you need it.”

Fuck, you were pretty sure you could come just then, if he told you to. But you bit your lip and nodded, rewarded by a slow push as Jake rolled his hips into you. 

“Ten…” he prompted.

“Ten,” you repeated, not sure if you could make it that long. Jake pulled back as he stroked out of you, and you heard him spit a moment before a cool wetness covered your clit. 

“You look so beautiful,” Jake whispered, his thumb brushing over your clit. “God, how unreal you’re going to look carrying my child.”

“Nine,” you gasped, your vision blurring as his finger worked over you.

“Fuck, with your stomach all round,” Jake broke off as he thrust into you sharply, “filled, carrying my child...”

His thumb moved in a circle with delicious, maddening pressure, and you moaned as his words settled over you. “Eight.”

“These tits,” Jake leaned forward, his shoulders pressing your thighs flat against the bed and his mouth closing over your breast, messily kissing you, “they’ll be fucking swollen, won’t they, as you get ready to nurse our child.”

Your back arched off the bed as his tongue worked over you, mirroring the motion of his thumb. His mouth was wet and warm and perfect, and heat pulsed through your body. You could feel everything and you keened as you tamped it down, knowing you had to wait. 

“Seven,” you managed, and Jake hummed, you could feel it. 

“So soft, swollen, and all full of milk,” Jake mumbled, switching to the other breast. “And when you’re aching and sensitive, I’ll be there for you—bet you’ll taste so sweet like that, won’t you, darlin’.”

The thought of nursing Jake was stunning, and you moaned when you realized he was sucking at you, nipping and miming milking your breasts. You felt your body tighten, your toes curling and you shook your head against the pillow. 

“Six; I’m not going to—”

“You’ll make it,” Jake soothed, releasing your breasts and shifting back, returning his attention to your clit. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart, I know you can do it. Just a little longer, have to make sure you’re ready for me.”

“Five,” you gasped, “I’m ready, Jake, please–”

Jake pressed more firmly on your clit, stealing your words as your breath caught. “I don’t know, honey—you’re doing so good for me, but it’s a big fucking load. That’s what you need, that’s what I need, so much fucking cum, to get my girl pregnant.”

You could only moan, surrendering to the feelings and emotions he was caressing out of you. Your skin felt white hot, and you could feel your legs trembling; it was only a matter of time before you lost control entirely. 

“Four,” you whimpered, and Jake thrust into you again. 

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he soothed, his own voice tight as he fought off his orgasm. “You’re milking my cock so good, honey, can you feel it? Feel how hard you make me, how bad I need you, how I need to fill you?”

His rhythm faltered as his pace sped up, his cock plunging into you. Jake grunted at the top of every thrust, a sound of deep satisfaction that curled through you, gave you strength you didn’t know to hold off, to wait for him, to do it together. 

“Three,” you cried.

“That’s it, sweetheart, because I do need to feel you, need to fill you, pump till you’re full of me and see me dripping out of my pretty cunt. Christ, you feel so good, you’re so good, how are you—”

Jake broke off, his hips slamming into yours, his cock reaching a place that had you seeing stars. Your eyes rolled back and you reached for him blindly, anchoring yourself with a hand in his hair, the other closing around his dog tags, moving with him as he thrust over you. 

“Two,” you moaned.

“Almost there, sweetheart,” Jake groaned. “Almost there, almost time for me to fuck a baby into you. Fuck, you’ll be such a good mama, won’t you, so smart and beautiful and glowing when you’re carrying my child, all contented because I gave you everything, always will, and you can’t leave then, not with my seed—tell me you’re close, honey, are you almost there?”

“Jake,” you wailed, your count forgotten as your body trembled, his words closing around your heart like a vice. Jake’s pace was bordering on erratic, rhythm lost, his sweat dripping down to your joined bodies every time his hips met yours. 

“Gonna give you a baby,” he gritted, “but you have to come with me, come with me now, please, fuck, sweatheart—” 

Jake came with a shout, hoarse and sharp and he pressed his hips into you. He pulsed inside of you, his hips shuddering, and you could feel his cum streaming into you, hot and deep and what you needed. His head dropped to your chest as his body loosened with his release and you felt your orgasm break over you, like a thousand fuses lit at once.

The room swam, blinding light and senseless heat, pulsing over your skin like a heartbeat, and your awareness was distilled to him—Jake. 

Jake’s beautiful groan when he finished, echoing around in your head, the holiest sound you’d ever heard. 

Jake’s hips stuttering weakly against yours, thrusting even after he’d cum, like he couldn’t stop. 

Jake’s voice, hoarse, whispering words you couldn’t discern, phrases you must’ve heard incorrectly, promises pressed against your skin. 

Jake’s hands, shaking with the force of his orgasm, but smoothing over your skin, checking you, soothing you. 

The light faded and you fell back into yourself, into your wrung out body, drenched in sweat and pleasure. The room felt hazy, heavy, and you realized Jake had matched his breathing to yours. You reached down, pushing the sweat-dampened hair off his forehead, smiling reassuringly when he looked up at you. 

You could see it on the tip of his tongue, wanting to ask if you were okay, but he held it back, and you watched him shut down the part of him that was nervous about what had just happened. 

“Hi,” you whispered, your voice hoarse. 

“Hey,” Jake said back, clearing his throat. “Um, I can get a towel—”

“Can we stay?” you asked, hoping it didn’t sound too desperate. You just needed a minute, just a moment to bask in the warmth of what you’d pretended to feel, before your mind could catch up enough to pretend it away.    

Jake hesitated for a moment, before nodding, and gently rearranging your legs, laying them down beside him before he shifted onto his back, pulling you with him. You went easily, resting on his chest and drawing a deep breath, thankful for the borrowed moment. 

He probably wasn’t pulling out to avoid making a mess, knowing a washcloth was far away, but you could almost imagine it was because he craved the closeness as much as you did. 

As you settled against his chest, one of Jake’s hands came up, absently running up and down your arm. You thought it had to count for something, the ‘friends’ part of ‘friends with benefits’, so you steadied yourself before you asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Jake’s hand stilled, then resumed its slow brushing as he petted you. You knew he knew what you meant—you weren’t asking about the sex, you were asking about before.

“Not really,” he said quietly. 

You’d expected as much. “Okay.”

Jake’s fingers drummed against your arm, and the room was quiet again. The sun was setting, casting the room in an orange light, like the inside of a lamp. 

“I mean, if you want to, we can,” he hedged, after a minute. 

You scoffed. “That doesn’t mean much; I always want to talk with you.”

Shit. 

The words had slipped out before you could stop them, and you squeezed your eyes shut, wishing you could take them back.

“We can ignore that,” you mumbled, and Jake chuckled softly, before sobering.

“If I tell you why,” he said, “can we ignore that, too?”

Ignoring and pretending, how you’d always expected falling in love to be. 

Even though no one could see you, you rolled your eyes at yourself, and your malaise. You nodded into Jake’s chest, knowing he could feel it. 

His hand was back to stroking your arm, like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. 

“You kinda looked like that kid,” he said. 

Your heart stopped. 

“What?” you managed.

“At Whole Foods,” Jake said, “when you were holding that little girl. I just came around the corner and it was like…like I saw a whole parallel life, one where someone married you, gave you kids. And I’d just walk by you in a grocery store, without knowing. Hell, even knowing, you looked like a family, like you fit together, like…”

He trailed off and your head physically ached as your mind whirred, processing his words. “Jake, she didn’t look anything like me.” “Her hair was similar,” he continued, a stubborn lilt to his voice, and you knew he wasn’t looking to be reasoned out of this. 

“Okay,” you said, wetting your lips, waiting for Jake to finish the thought.

Only he didn’t. 

He simply lay there, with you, his hand moving gently up and down your arm, seemingly content.

“So you decided you wanted to roleplay us getting pregnant?” you prompted, when it became clear that he wasn’t going to say anything else. 

Jake sighed. “I hated it.”

You jolted at his words. “What?”

“Shit no, sweetheart, not that,” Jake said hurriedly. “Not what we—no, are you kidding, that was so damn hot—I meant seeing you in the store. With him. And holding her. It…I don’t know, it made me mad it wasn’t me.” 

You pulled in a sharp breath, trying to find a platonic way to interpret that. 

You could feel your heartbeat in your temples, so loud you couldn’t think, much less rationalize and you pushed yourself off of his chest. Your hips ached as you spread them again, settling your knees on either side of Jake as you looked down at him, still joined. Jake’s expression was guarded, but he let you look, shifting his shoulders on the pillows but meeting your eyes. Without your arm to stroke, his hand fell to the top of your thighs and resumed its motion there; you could tell the silence was making him nervous. 

Well, that made two of you.

“I need you to be so fucking honest with me, Jake Seresin,” you said, proud of the way your voice was steady. “What does that mean?”

A hundred emotions flashed across Jake’s face before you could name them, and then he pushed himself up, settling you firmly on his lap as he brought his eyes level to yours. 

“It should be me,” he said, “not with a kid, per se, and not just in Whole Foods, but people should look at us and see we fit.” 

And then he kissed you.

For a moment, you were frozen. 

This couldn’t be happening. 

It had to be a weird, sex-induced dream where Jake told you he was jealous of an absolute stranger, jealous enough to admit he had something dangerously close to feelings for you. 

But even as alarm bells sounded in your head, you knew this wasn’t a dream. 

Because your body was sore in a very real way, the man in front of you was flushed, his fingers digging into your thighs with nervous tension, and he was kissing you carefully, so carefully, like he could pull back at any moment if you told him to.

Like hell. 

You leaned into him, your hands wrapping around the back of his head to pull him closer to you. You felt him relax, felt his shoulders loosen and his arms wind around your waist, pulling your body flush against him. And this kiss was new, it was different, it was excitement and a little bit of embarrassment, at the foolishness of waiting so long. 

You broke away, panting, and Jake rested his forehead against yours, his chest heaving. In the orange light, he looked gilded, too good to be true, like maybe he was Midas but you didn’t care if your skin turned to metal, so long as he didn’t stop touching you.

His long lashes fluttered, and your heart flipped at what you read in his green eyes as he opened them. 

“Jesus, Jake,” you muttered, teasing, “you could’ve just told me you wanted to go steady.”

He chuckled, a warm low sound that you felt shake his body at the old-fashioned phrase. 

“Yeah,” he said, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple, “but then we would’ve never discovered you had a breeding kink.”

Your jaw dropped and you pulled back, sputtering. “Excuse me—” 

“I know, I know,” Jake shook his head, grinning, incorrigible. “But admit it: you loved it.”

You snapped your mouth shut, trapping the response that threatened to bubble out, words you hadn’t dared think, much less speak, before this moment. Jake looked at you, at your pressed-together lips and eyes that always said too much, and his smile softened. 

“I know,” he said again, quietly, and he kissed you gently. Jake’s arms were tight around you and you leaned into him, letting it—whose kink it was, what you loved, what he knew—all go, knowing there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

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