#I wake up and my first thought is: mmm rock

[ant1quar1an]

Ahem.

WASSUP. I KNOW. I'M NOT DEAD. JUST VERY, VERY DISTRACTED AND PROBABLY MORE SLEEP DEPRIVED THAN I SHOULD BE!! :D

To everyone in my ask box:

Whoops, sorry, Minecraft Thing I'm doing is taking over my brain and it turns out: when on server with friends, brain fixates and says I need to grind until the sun shines once more and I am almost falling asleep on my bed.

( I'm sleeping better now dw )

To everyone else out there:

HELLO! Yeah my productivity on Tumblr has gone drastically down. It may come back some day!

[star-crossed-sluts]

Matt Murdock X Chubby!Fem!Reader

Contents: 2.2k words, love confession/discussion, cheeky reader, giggly sex, chubby female reader, slight insecure reader but that's quickly solved, mentions of bullying regarding weight though very brief

Minors DNI

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You've dealt with strange looks all your life. It wasn't surprising their whispers had infiltrated your mind. Often you managed to catch yourself, stopping the thoughts that weren't quite yours. When you first met Matt, the most frequent one was, of course, you could only get a blind man to like you. It was cruel, and you tried to chase it away every time, but there was a small part of you that thought, if only I can keep him from touching me, we can go on like this. 

Because you were a fool. 

He always grabs your hips first, almost a warning of the devil to come. 

“What’re you doing up,” he rumbled against your neck, voice thick with sleep. You're half-sure he’s subconsciously tracking how long you've been away from his arms every night, waking himself when the timer passes your usual bathroom breaks’ duration. 

His hands push even further, rubbing your sides until he's gripped two handfuls of your soft stomach. Bare chest plastered against your back, his grip manhandling your hips back to meet his. You used to shy away from his touch, wanting to keep the you from reality separate from the you he's crafted in his mind's eye. 

Little hard to feel ashamed of your body when he was rocking his hard-on against your ass.

“You're insatiable, Matthew.” 

His groan was pained, like you were terribly twisting his arm instead of letting him fondle you in the kitchenette. “Don't call me Matthew,” he griped, one hand searching for the bottom of your nightshirt. “Reminds me of my priest.” 

You leaned into him, a fond smile playing on your lips as he found the edge of your panties, starting to leave open-mouthed kisses down your neck. “Because you’re such an altar boy,” you joked as his fingers trailed the hem, outlining the curve where your leg met your mound. You know the moment he thinks of a retort, because his lips twitch against your pulse.

“Well, I do seem to spend a lot of time on my knees-” He burst into laughter as your elbow came back at him, letting you attack his ribs to distract you from the way his hand explored your upper thigh. “Abuse,” he accused, “attacking a blind man!”

“It’s alright, I know a great lawyer.”

Matt chuckled against the thrumming vein in your neck, his grip on your stomach pulling you tighter against him. “Yeah? You know, my rates are pretty steep, but I think we can come up with some alternative payment.”

“I was talking about Foggy.”

His laugh flew out of him, taken completely off guard, and sent you into manic giggles right along with him, throwing yourself back against his chest to hold you upright. “You're terrible,” he cackled, tugging you to shuffle backwards to the bedroom with him. “Come back to bed, trouble.” 

“Oh, don't you start with me,” you faux-threatened, but still gave in and helped him navigate the living room. “You're so much more trouble than I am.” 

He pretended to mull it over, hmm-ing and mmm-ing between soft kisses on your neck. “Alright,” he decided, “I'll let you have that one. Y'know, since you obviously need a win right now.” 

You hit the mattress, helping each other climb into bed like you hadn't been in months, as opposed to the twenty minutes it took you to make and drink your sleep aid. Only when you were wrapped in each other's arms again did you gush, “oh, yes, obviously. How can I thank you, Matty?”

Who could ever think you were anything but beautiful - that he thought you were anything but stunning - when he got such an eager, bashful grin at the suggestion. When his entire face lit up with a pink hue, as if he hasn't helped himself to your body any chance he got. How long have you lived together, and he still got that cute crinkle in the corners of his eyes with the force of his beaming as he dove for your lips. 

“Y'know,” he murmured into your mouth, “I was disappointed when I woke up and you were gone.” 

You dragged your hands down his bare back, snapping his waistband with a grin. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he emphasized, like he was offended by the teasing tone you took with him, snapping your underwear. A warning that he was ready to give as good as he got. “It's not nice to leave your boyfriend all alone in bed.”

You hummed, pretending to really consider that as you let him pull you to straddle his hips. He helped you out of your night shirt, tossing the thin fabric aside and letting out a pleased groan as you plastered your chest to his. You dragged your lips softly over his jaw, a smile twitching into place as he chased you, trying to catch a kiss. “Are you saying you think I should make it up to you?” 

“I'm saying it's been entirely too long since you've sat on my face.” 

A laugh burst from you at that, even as Matt peeled your underwear down your thighs. “Oh, yes, it's already been several days!”

“Exactly: it's been days,” he groaned, offering his hands for you to balance as you tossed around to escape the cotton around your knees, working them down one leg, then the other. 

“Next time,” you promised with a soft kiss, nimble fingers working the strings on his pants. “I drank my-”

“Your sleepy girl mocktail?” He grinned like he could feel your embarrassed glare, kissing the pout off your lips. “Can taste it. You added honey tonight?” 

“I needed something to make it sweeter,” you huffed. A tap on his hip and he lifted them for you, helping you work his pants off. You couldn't help a smile as his dick slapped his stomach, leaving a smudge of pearly precum on his smooth skin. “You're such an evil man,” you accused, wrapping your fingers around his base to watch the way his hips jerked into your palm. A stroke with your thumb along that thick vein and he leaked another stream, dripping down the side of him and onto your hand. “You're this hard when you've been teasing your poor girlfriend?” 

Your hips moved on their own when he slid two thick fingers between his lips, grinding against him as he laved his tongue over the digits. That smug grin you hated to love spread across his face as his wet fingers fit themselves to your slit, one rubbing soft shapes into your clit while the other pressed inside you. “My poor girlfriend,” he mused, “who never gets off on teasing me?” 

You shut him up with a kiss, trying to smother his chuckles that told you he knew exactly what you were doing. Still, it didn't stop him from taking advantage, pressing his tongue into your mouth, tasting every inch of you. The bitterness of the tart cherry juice and the sweetness of the honey from your drink dancing on his tongue, disappointingly hiding the taste of you that he's begun to crave. If he pushed deeper, he could almost imagine he found it again, in the back of your throat where nothing could reach but him. Somehow it felt even more intimate than the way you worked each other up with your hands: being the only one to know what you taste like behind the toothpaste and soda you cycled through daily. 

Matt's no idiot. He hears the comments you get, feels the stares - sometimes even more than you do. He wished he could find a way to tell you how wrong they were, but how would he even begin? How do you tell someone that when you wake up alone, the first thing you do is listen for where your girlfriend’s gone? That you could sculpt her exactly from how much you touch her, desperate to commit her to memory. How do you tell someone that even without your sight, your every sense is devoted to her?

He supposed he could settle for making you see stars while he figured it out.

You grinned against Matt's lips, a slight giggle falling out, as he rolled you onto your back. You were always tempted to make fun of him for his favorite position, but there was nothing Catholic about the way he took you.

Your hands kept working his cock as he arranged you - hooking your knees over the crooks of his elbows so he could feel your thick thighs pressed against him - to hear him curse under his breath. “Careful,” he warned, kissing his way down the side of your neck, “or we'll be up all night,”

“Mm, is that supposed to discourage me?” 

A strained laugh against your tender skin as you gave a particularly harsh tug. “You think you're so cute,” he managed out, trying to sound anything other than reverent.

You shared a chaste kiss as you guided him between your thighs. “I'm adorable,”

“Yes, you are. Arms around my neck, angel.” 

You always ended up the same way when one or the other needed some love. Nose to nose, lips glancing off each other like you were shy teenagers again. Your legs over Matt's arms gave him the feeling of holding you completely, letting his hands wander to feel every reaction your body gave him. Your arms around his neck, letting you claw up his back or card through his soft hair, pull his mouth wherever you wanted it. 

A match made in heaven. 

Matt had long since broken you of your bad habit to muffle yourself, the breathy moan falling unhindered from your lips as he pressed into you like coming home. Your voice rang in the empty bedroom, more beautiful than any song, perfectly accompanied by the slick sounds from your cunt as he started a slow, grinding pace. Your hands clenched and unclenched, scratching the base of his neck as you lost yourselves in each other. Lips connected in passing swipes, sharing a deep kiss and almost separating before diving back in. His fingers traced every curve, dip and fold of your soft skin, reveling in your body the way only a man truly in love could. 

The word haunted him until he told you. “Love you,” he managed through heaving breaths, soft and quiet in the privacy of the bed you shared. Then, as if afraid you hadn’t heard him, he said it louder. “I’m in love with you, y’know that?” 

“Matty,”

A great big grin spread over his face when you whined, ankles locking together behind him like you thought he’d stop talking if he fucked you deeper. “Why so shy,” he hummed, stealing another wet kiss. “You didn’t know that? I don’t tell you enough?” He felt your feet kick and your lips turn into a pout, laughing at your mini fit. 

“‘S different,” you insisted, dragging him back to your lips, only to pull him back once you’ve thought of a defense. “In love is bigger than love.” 

It’s a conversation you had in the early stages, when friendship was just barely turning into something more, when you were both stuck dropping hints, hoping the other would make the leap. You didn’t think he remembered until he managed to quote you with his hips pressed into yours. “‘Love is a feeling you can’t control, being in love is a choice- a commitment,’ I know.” He plunged into you as deeply as he could, bringing your lips to his with his palms cupping your round cheeks. He only pulled back when you were both struggling to breathe, searching each other’s air for anything you could get from it. “I,” he enunciated carefully, making sure he left no room for misinterpretation, “am hopelessly in love with you, darling. I choose you every hour of the day. I would choose you in a room of women, I would choose you if you were a worm, and in every other ridiculous scenario that you let keep you up at night.” He heard your lips part as your jaw went slack, smelled the salt of your budding tears as he ranted to you. He pressed a chaste kiss to your parted lips. “I know it’s bigger, and you don’t have-”

“I’m in love with you.”

He felt his heart thump in his chest, beating its way out as you dragged him down to your level, smacking a hundred split-second kisses to every inch of his face. “I love you, I am in love with you, I would pick you- I love you so much, Matty!” 

He pulled your hips up higher on his lap so he could get closer to you, arms wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest until there wasn’t a breath of air between you. His firm body pressing into your soft one like he could make a home in your chest, let you surround him until you would never have to be apart. 

“I hope you realize we’ll definitely be up all night now,”

“I’m not the one who has court tomorrow,” 

A giddy laugh smothered in the crook of your neck as his hips started pumping into you again. “You are trouble,”

You pressed your lips to his temple. “Perfect match for you, then.”

“Yes, you are.”

[onlyheluvsme]

˗ˏˋarthur's breeding kink´ˎ˗

arthur filling you with his children after you wake up a little too early — mdni, lowercase intended, f!reader, smut, mentions of: intercourse, pregnancy/children, penetration ༊*·˚ this is my first arthur fic!⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ pls leave reqs!!

his thick fingers were splayed over your stomach, your ass pressed to his bulge. it was still early, the hot sun not yet risen but the thunder from the summer storm outside was enough to wake you from your slumber.

you found yourself unable to fall back asleep after minutes of forcing your eyes closed, unable to move — arthur's thick hand making it difficult for you. suddenly, you felt his hand absent-mindedly move in his sleep, fingers brushing your nipple lightly.

out of instinct, you push yourself back into his groin, feeling the slight boner he had. arthur grunts in his sleep pushing his hips forward into you — looking for friction even in slumber.

a heat pooled in your belly as you continued to circle your hips lightly against him, feeling him grow against you. his fingers continued their oblivious torture on your nipple. all of a sudden the hand on your chest squeezes your breast lightly,

"and what're you doin' missy?" arthur rasps from behind you, pushing his hips farther into your bum.

"mmm, can't sleep" you whisper into the dark room,

"need you" you finish, pushing yourself back against him as much as you physically could.

a low sleepy chuckle left his chest, the heat of it warming your neck and soon enough he was placing lazy kisses along your neck and behind your ear.

"gimme your leg, baby" he rasps, hand moving from your chest down your body lifting the shift of your night gown. his thick scarred hand wraps around your warm thigh, he places his knee between your legs to hold your leg up and shifts his thick cock from his pants.

with his mouth to your neck, he huffs lightly as his redden tip slips between your glistening cunt. you whine in response, needing to feel him inside you.

yet his lazy torture continues, sliding his heavy cock between your folds, slightly catching your hole with every rock of his hips,

"please arthur i need you, need your come" you whine again, praying it will cause him to relent.

"you wan' me to come in you hm? make you nice n' full of me?" his lips speak into your neck and chills spread over your skin.

your head nods, unable to speak in the heated moment when his thick tip slowly slides into you, his hand holding your leg high enough to push into you as far as he could.

arthur grunts at the feeling of entering your heated wet walls, gripping him so tightly he held back from coming. his hips begin a rough pace, pushing himself deeply into you — the tip of his cock pressing sweet kisses to your cervix.

"oh my goodness arthur!" you moan as he rolls you onto your stomach using his knee to spread your legs and pound into you from behind.

he didn't press all of his weight onto you, knowing he would crush you — but enough that you felt his entire chest stomach and thighs against your entire backside.

arthur's strokes were deep and rough as he pounded into you, filled with thoughts of breeding you, stuffing your cunt with his seed, ensuring your womb was filled with his child. your sweet moans were nothing but encouragement,

"come in me please arthur" you moaned over and over, how could he ever say no to your sweetness.

your fingers gripped the pillow that your face mushed into as his entire being pressed into you, pounding deeply into your hot cunt. arthur moved onto his forearms, his hand coming to press your face into his — leaving wet kisses into the corner of your mouth.

you attempted to press your hips up into his but every movement caused him to press his cock deeper into you — if that was even possible,

"mm, need you to come with me baby" his lips speak into the corner of your mouth, one of your hands comes down to find your puffy clit.

arthur's pace become erratic and uneven, huffing sweet words into your mouth,

"goin' see you all full with my baby" he says mindlessly into your mouth and you feel yourself fall over the edge,

"fuck! arthur!" your walls squeeze tightly around him as you orgasm, causing arthur to thrust a few more times before pressing himself deeply into you — needing to ensure his seed stuck.

he continued to fuck you through both of your orgasms, fucking his come into you. soon enough you were whining out in overstimulation so he slowed his movements and rolled back onto his side — pulling you with him.

arthur wraps you tightly into his arms, legs tangling around yours,

"hun, you gotta pull out" you lightly laugh, the feeling of him still inside you making you feel so full. he grumbles into your hair, seemingly tired after his orgasm,

"keep me warm tonight" he kisses your hair and you hum in agreement, enjoying the fullness between your legs.

you wake up the next morning to his relentless thrusts again, hearing desires of his need to fill you with his babies.

[arthur masterlist]

[seungminhour]

[💭] thinking about the types of hugs bf!skz would give you

◞✩ pairing : bf!skz (individual) x gn!reader

◞✩ contains : lots and lots and lots of fluff and hugs and just the boys being so smitten lol, probably some typos, i have not looked over this too well

◞✩ notes : this has been in my drafts for ages, but i never got around to finishing it lol. also, i wont lie, i loved writing in this little bulleted style. im gonna have to write more silly little things like this! anyway, i hope you all enjoy 🫶

01. bang chan - bear hugs

will open his arms and just let you launch yourself into his embrace no matter the mood you’re in

you’re sad? he just opens his arms silently and lets you come to him on your own terms

you’re seeing him for the first time since he left for tour? opens his arms and lets you come flying to him - catches you every single time

literally engulfs you completely

gently rocks you back and forth when you need it, running his fingers through your hair and whispering sweet things into your ear

“shh, baby it’s going to be okay. you’re fine, i’m right here if you need me”

definitely the type to cup your face, wipe your tears away and tell you to “turn that frown upside down” with the sweetest look on his face (it works every single time of course bc your bf is just so sweet and loving and caring and you can’t help but crack the smallest of smiles at him)

tries so hard to shield you away from the rest of the world by being in his arms

also uses it as a way to annoy you

will come up behind you while you’re trying to do something and just drape himself fully over your back

won’t get off until one (or both) of you end up on the floor

02. lee minho - back hugs

i Really have been thinking about back hugs and lee know recently, like it’s taken over 80% of all my thoughts

he especially loves back hugs in the mornings, like i’m talking clingy in the mornings

sometimes you wake up before him and you’ll be cooking breakfast for the two of you and he’ll quietly sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and just watch as you cook

do NOT try to get him off of you, because he Will retaliate by digging his chin into your shoulder to get you to stop wiggling

you’ll feed him little bites over you shoulder while asking if it needs anything

he’ll do his cute little “mmm!~” and shake his head against your shoulder

you wake him up while while you’re trying to get out of bed? good luck because he’s reaching up and grabbing you by the waist to drag you back in

“where do you think you’re going? it’s not time to get out of bed yet”

holds you there until one or both of you fall back asleep

loves to stand behind you and watch you do your nighttime routine too

asks so many (of the same) questions just because he likes to hear you talk

gets all doe eyed while watching you explain to him the benefits of one face mask over the other

he really is just smitten

03. seo changbin - picks you up and spins you around

this man. oh my god

you cannot convince me that he doesn’t love to pick you up and just take you places

like if you wanna go somewhere and you’re sitting down, be prepared for him to just lift you up and take you where you need

time for bed? he will gently pick you up off the couch and bring you to bed himself, just because he can

absolutely looooooves when you get all flustered by it

“binnie, i can walk myself you know?”

“just because you can, doesn’t mean you should”

is alllllllll about the princess treatment

as a result this translates over to his hugs 100%

literally almost knocks over the guys when he sees you come in the practice room one day

sprints full force at you until he’s scooping you up in his arms to spin you around and around until you’re breathless and dizzy

loves to pick you up and gently sway the two of you when you’re not feeling the greatest

if you come home upset and he’s there, he’s immediately picking you up and rocking you side to side as he runs his hands through your hair

sometimes you want to talk about what’s made you this upset, other time you don’t, so he’ll just hold you in place until you tell him what you need - whether that be a warm bath to relax (which he carries you to) or to be let down so you can pace and rant about how shitty of a day you had

04. hwang hyunjin - buries his face in your neck

he just wants to be as close to you as he can possibly get

loves loves loves the whole skinship of it

sooooo many neck / shoulder kisses!!!

so soft and sweet about it :(

he’ll gently hold you face in one hand while he moves you hair to the side with the other so he can make space for himself between your neck and your shoulder

always leaves at least one kiss to your neck before he rests his forehead there

“you know, hyune, you can’t just hide in my neck forever. at some point you need to come out”

will literally pout, shake his head and shove his face closer to you

he’ll fall asleep like that too

if you two have a movie night on the couch, be ready for him to lay directly on top of you, shove his face into your neck, and then promptly fall asleep within the first 20 minutes

the list of unfinished movies you guys have is astronomically long because this happens so often

you can tell if it’s been a bad day when he comes home and immediately goes to hide away from everything in your neck.

you just hold him there for as long as he needs

sometimes he will talk about it, other times he will just sit there, quietly sniffling while you comb your hands through his hair to bring him a little comfort

05. han jisung - clings to you

i will forever and always stand by the fact that han jisung is one clingy motherfucker okay

like i’m talking he launches himself at you the moment you step through the door when you get home

will not let you go for at least 5 minutes

“hanji, babe, can you at least let me put my things down first?”

the little fucker would hold you tighter and pout “nooo, i just missed you so much, wanna hold you for a few more minutes”

definitely calls it his “recharging time”

will 100% get all whiny and pouty if he doesn’t get to hug you for as long as he wants to

somehow manages to be the worlds biggest blanket hog and the worlds biggest cuddler at the same time

half the time you wake up freezing cold on one side and burning up on the other from where he has cocooned himself in all the blankets and then clung onto you for dear life

does not shy away from sticking to you in front of his friends

if you guys have a movie night with everyone in the dorms, he is not content until you are sat in his lap with his arms wrapped around you and his head pressed against yours

bonus points if it’s a scary movie and you sit sideways in his lap so you can hide your face in his neck when it gets too spooky

06. lee felix - squeezes you

this man just has so much love and happiness to spread, he can’t help but squeeze the life out of you every time he sees you

it doesn’t matter how long it’s been either

a day, a week, hell even if you just go to take a shower and come back he’s squeezing you as soon as you return

most definitely shakes you a bit while holding on to you for dear life

grabs you and does the fully body vibrate thing just to annoy you

sometimes he gets a little carried away and you’ll have to remind him that you actually Do need to breathe at some point

“lix, baby, i can’t- i can’t really breathe-“

“oh!” he’d giggle bc ofc he would, “i’m sorry baby, sometimes i just forget how tightly i’m holding you.”

gives you tiny reassuring squeezes when you need them tho

he can somehow always tell when you’re having even the slightest of bad days

also can tell exactly what kind of squeeze you need

if you come home upset, he’s right there to grab you and hold you tight, kissing the side of your head as the tears that have been building up all day finally come crashing down

tries to physically squeeze the sadness from you because he hates seeing you like this :(

if you come home mad, he’ll sit with you while you rant about your day and offer small, reassuring squeezes to your shoulder to show you he’s listening

07. kim seungmin - rests his head on / against yours

idk smth about seungmin just screams that he loves to rest his head on or against yours

and if he’s tall enough to place his chin on the top of your head? oh he’s giddy about it every single time

loves to wrap his arms around your shoulders from behind, place his chin on top of your head, and just stand there like that

is also a little shit about it ofc

“you’re so short, i can see clear over your head. how embarrassing.”

“yeah, but you love it.”

he does indeed love it.

he loves that he can rest his head against yours if he needs a little recharge and he loves the smell of your shampoo and he loves how close your temple is for him to kiss

oh that’s another thing

he will kiss your temple / forehead any chance he gets - like it’s literally his favorite thing to do

when you really need comfort, he’ll pull you close and kiss your forehead before resting his against yours while you try to forget how terrible of a day you had

softly knocks his head against yours just for the fun of it

he loves to hear you giggle and get tripped up on your words when he does it, so he’ll keep doing it until you physically have to pull yourself out of his embrace just to finish your story

08. yang jeongin - waist hugs

i just really think he would be the type to wrap his arms around your waist and never let go, ya know???

like he would always be holding your waist in some way when you’re out in public just to make it easier to tug you into his arms whenever needed

loves loves loves to slowly move his hands from your sides to your back just to tease you a little bit

will 100% use giving you a hug as an excuse to start a tickle fight tho, so always be on your toes

he’ll sneak up behind you, snake his hands around your waist while acting like the innocent and sweet and loving bf he is

and then as soon as you let your guard down he’s going in for the kill, digging his fingers into your sides and tickling the life out of you

won’t stop until you call mercy

“i’m going to have to take away your hugging privileges if all you’re going to use them for is to tickle me.”

“you wouldn’t dare to take them away. you love my hugs far too much for that.”

walks away all smugly because he know he’s right. you would never deny him a hug, even though you know the risk of it ending in tickles

loves to gently run his hands up and down your sides while he’s listening to you talk

he’ll definitely slide them under the hem of your shirt

sometimes this is to place his freezing cold hands against your warm skin to make you jump, other times it’s to provide comfort when you need it

he’s slide his hands under you shirt and gently runs his hands up and down your bare sides and back when you’ve had a particularly rough day

[corvoqueen]

𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

❛ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ❜

PAIRINGS: Unburnt Vader x Rebel reader SYNOPSIS: You go on undercover mission as an Imperial, catching the eye of none other than the infamous sith lord, Lord Vader. One of your most notorious enemies, it's a good thing he knows you by your alias. Not by your face. For now at least... WARNINGS: Deceit, smut, swearing... NOTES: This is my first time writing smut so it is by no means a masterpiece. But I hope you like it. This Vader x rebel reader series I read ages ago inspired me to write my own. I can’t find it but if you know what I’m talking about please let me know.

「 You 」

Three years working for the Rebellion, and not once could I have pictured ending up… here.

Bent over, on the desk of Lord Vader. Yes, Lord Vader. Darth Vader, the Emperor’s apprentice. My breath came out shaky. No surprise considering I was being practically impaled by Darth Vader’s cock. Moan after moan tumbled from my lips, my jaw gone slack from my seemingly unending cries of pleasure. My fingers clutched the end of the table like my life depended on it. As it creaked from his unrelenting thrusts, his hips meeting mine. The slapping of skin echoed through the room, followed by his loud grunts and occasional whimpers. His soft yet calloused hands gripped my hips like a vice. My body rocking into the desk with each thrust, his cock stretching me out. It felt like he was about to split me in half, “doing so well for me sweetheart.” He grunts in between sharp thrusts. “Fuck…” He mumbles breathlessly, I could feel his length throbbing inside me. Looking down, I see his balls swinging with each thrust. The warm skin of his palm rubbing my back, “like what you see princess.” Reaching his remaining hand on your hip to your clit. Rubbing circles on the sensitive nub making me jolt. Letting out another moan, “mmm… You like that don’t you sweetheart?” He asks rhetorically, giving another sharp thrust. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, my pussy clenching around his length. As my orgasm hits, cumming all over his cock.

He didn’t relent, continuing to forcefully thrust into me without fail. His cock drilling my cum back into me as he threw his head back. Moaning without shame, “f-fuck sweetheart.” He stutters and I feel his hips tremble as I whine in overstimulation. The tip of his cock kissing my cervix as his breath hitches, his hips jolt forward. Followed by the release of his warm seed, painting my insides white. He collapses forward onto me. His skin sweaty and his weight pinning me to the desk. As he gives a few more slow ruts, a soft whimper escaping him. “Mmm… think I’m gonna have to keep you all to myself.” He whispers, kissing in between my shoulder blades. Stilling his thrusts, running his warm hands up and down my sides gently in a soothing motion. “Hmm? Make you my little Empress, would you like that sweetheart?” He nuzzles into the crook of my neck. Planting soft kisses along the skin there as I caught my breath. “Bet you would…” He whispers, nibbling on my earlobe. “Could have everything you’ve ever dreamed, princess.” Giving my waist a gentle squeeze, “all you’d have to do is warm my bed darling. Have you on your back, taking my cock like a good girl…” He kisses the soft skin behind my ear, making me whimper. “Oh don’t be afraid darling, I’ll take such good care of you.” He whisper sweetly, gently prying my hands off the edge of the table. Rubbing the skin of my knuckles with his thumbs, releasing all the tension.

Intertwining our fingers, his thumbs stroking the back of my hands. He lets out a sigh, his warm breath hitting my neck. Goosebumps forming in its wake. He rests his chin on my shoulder, “how you feeling my sweet girl?” He asks softly, releasing one of my hands to gently brush the hair out of my face. Making me smile softly, oh maker. I nod slowly, trying to gather my thoughts. “I’m okay…” He chuckles softly, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. While brushing his fingertips along the skin of my cheek, ever so lightly. As if I’d break if he was any rougher, “yeah? You took me so well sweetheart. So proud…” He gives my shoulder a gentle kiss, I could feel his cock softening slightly. “M’gonna-” He gets cut off my his commlink going off. He groans in annoyance, giving my shoulder another kiss. Before pivoting his head to the side. Picking it up from his desk, smirking slightly at the mess we’d made. I watch him roll his eyes, answering. “What?” He asks bluntly, the annoyance at being disturbed clear in his voice. A sheepish voice responds, clearly picking up on his irritation. “I’m sorry to disturb you My Lord, but the Emperor has personally requested your presence at our current meeti-” I hear him growl softly, the vibrations from his chest travelled into my own. Making me shiver slightly, he noticed. His hand on my cheek travelled back to my waist. Rubbing soft circles comfortingly, “I’ll be there.” He responded shortly, before crushing the commlink. Letting the pieces fall to the floor. He let out a sigh, dropping his head down. His forehead resting on my upper back. Nuzzling into it softly, he reminded me of a puppy. This was the almighty Darth Vader? Surely there has been some sort of mix up? “M’sorry sweetheart, I have to go.” He said softly, his voice just above a whisper. His hand on my waist travels up. Cradling the back of my head, turning it to the side gently. So his lips could meet mine, his kiss was surprisingly soft. All traces of previous annoyance had disappeared. Like footprints being washed away by the sea.

He intertwined our fingers again, giving my hand another gentle squeeze. I could feel him smiling into the kiss. Before he pulled back slowly, resting his forehead against the side of my head. He pulled off me a little. His weight no longer pinning me to the desk, but I could still feel a light layer of his sweat coating my back. He gently flips me onto my back, I wince slightly at the change in angles. Watching as his brows furrowed slightly at the stimulation. He leans back on top of me, his weight now pressing again my front. Chest to chest, I felt my nipples hardening again at the contact. He clearly felt it too as I saw a smirk tugging at his lips… His gorgeous, soft, plump lips… Stop that. He brought both hands up to my face, cupping it softly. Pressing his forehead against mine. Our noses brushing against each other. “You sure you’re okay?” He asks, his eyes searching mine. For something I wasn’t quite sure, was he actually worried about me?

I chuckle softly, “I’m fine.” He runs his thumb along my bottom lip, flicking it gently. His eyes were fixated on my lips as he watched it snap back into place, while he ran his tongue along his own. Coating them in a thin layer of his saliva, the lights in the room reflecting off them.

“Don’t do that…” He whispers, causing me to furrow my brows.

“Don’t do what?” I ask curiously, tilting my head to the side.

Making him bite his lip softly in response, “don’t be so adorable.” I bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to laugh.

“I’m sorry I can’t help it.” He lets out a puff of air mockingly in response.

Poking the tip of my nose softly, “cheeky little thing.”

I smile softly, “you should probably be getting to your meeting. Sounds… important.” I whisper, observing him. Seeing some of his curls stuck to his forehead from our… activities. I absentmindedly brush them back, out of his face. His eyes watching my movement. Now I noticed his cheeks flushed a pastel pink, from the sex? Or was he… nervous? No way, no surely not…

His gentle voice brings me from my thoughts, “important?” He hums, pressing his soft lips to my forehead. “Probably not,” his husky voice uttered. “Just incompetent imperials needing me to do their work for them.” He all but sighs out, my eyebrows furrowed slightly. And I brought my arms up slowly, wrapping them around his torso. Which felt way more tiresome that it should of, maker what has he done to me? My limbs felt completely useless, I feel him take a deep breath. His chest rising and his stomach pressing into mine. Which also pushed his hips to meet mine, gently thrusting his cock deeper into me. Making me let out a soft whine, as his breath hitches. “Fuck sorry sweetheart I forgot,” he mutters. I could practically feel the grin on his face, as he trails a hand down. Gently pressing on my lower stomach, feeling where he was inside me. Making me jolt, clinging to his back. “Mmm your so warm princess, don’t wanna leave.” He pats my lower stomach softly, I could feel our combined release running down my thighs. “Your pussy’s clenching me so tight, don’t think you want me to leave either… hmm?” I could feel his smirk against my forehead, I poke his ribs in response. He lets out a soft chuckle.

“Your really not as funny as you think you are,” I retort. He lifts his lips off my forehead, looking down at me.

“Aren’t I?” He teases, licking his lips.

I shake my head, “nope-” He leans down, silencing me with a kiss. He sucks on my bottom lip softly, while his hands trail up to my breasts. Cupping them, his thumbs toying with my nipples. Making me moan softly into his mouth, my back arching slightly. I pull back a little, and he lets a soft sigh slip.

“I gotta go to work sweetheart,” he mumbles. The disdain at having to leave clear in his voice. I cup his cheek softly, and he leans into my touch.

I try to fight off a smile, “I know…” With one last kiss he reluctantly pulls away, running his fingers along my cheek. He places his other hand on my hip, steadying me.

He looks down at his cock, a grin on his face. He slowly pulls out, letting out a low hiss from the stimulation. He watches our cum leak out of me. Crouching down he holds my legs apart, placing a gently kiss on my pussy. Licking a strip, making me shiver in response. A moan escaping his lips before he stands back up. His naked form on full display as he looks for his discarded clothes. Littered along the floor of his office.

He yanks his boxers and pants back up his legs, tucking his spent cock back in place. Before bending over, picking up his shirt and robe. Damn he has a nice ass for a man. I shake my head, covering my mouth with my hand. Get a grip. I look back to him and he was struggling to tie his robe, muttering curse words under his breath. I sit up slowly, trying to find my balance. “Here,” I offer. He looks up from the messy knot he made, walking back over. Standing in front of me he places his hands on my waist.

Resting his chin on top of my head, “thanks sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome,” I murmur. Finish tying up his robe, “is it too tight?” I ask, looking up slightly. He shakes his head, cupping the back of mine.

“No it’s good,” he runs his fingers through my hair softly. I felt his Adam’s apple bob as he spoke. His other hand trail down my back to my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. Before he removes his hand off my ass, scribbling something down on a sticky note. He pulls back to look into my eyes, keeping his hand in my hair. Brushing it softly, his eyes were blue… Weren’t they supposed to be yellow? “What is it?” He asks curiously, I must not of being doing a good job at hiding my confusion.

“Your eyes…” I mutter, before mine drift to something I had yet to notice.

“Oh yes the yellow can be… unnerving.” He whispers the last part, almost as if he was ashamed.

I shake my head, “no that’s not what I meant…” I paused, and he seemed to perk up slightly at my response. I bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing when I see my name on a board behind him. A board of the… rebellion. Oh shit this is bad. “Little Minx?” I raise a brow, he immediately broke out into a grin. Looking behind him, to see the board I was staring at.

“Long story…” He turns back to face me, cupping my jaw gently. “My private chambers are just down the hall if you need anything,” he slides the sticky note to me. With the code to his chambers on it, “if anyone gives you any trouble just tell them I sent you.”

He leans closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. Longer for a moment, breathing me in. “I’ll be right back sweetheart, make yourself comfortable.” He pulls away slowly, as if he was reluctant to. He releases his gentle grip on my jaw, to smooth down my hair. Before giving my ass a gentle pat, before heading to the door of his office. Using the force to open the door, show off. “I’ll be in conference room B if you need me darling. Try not to miss me too much,” he winks.

Heading out the door, shutting it behind him. I let out a sigh, “holy shit.” I mumble under my breath, rubbing my face to try to gather myself. I grip the edge of the desk I was currently on… naked. This was so not part of the plan. The plan! The files, I look around. Standing up on shaky legs, my knees buckling for a moment.

To be continued…

Dividers by @vibeswithrenai + @diariodefresa

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A Dream Like You

Female reader x Aaron Hotchner

A/N: I did something… hormonal 💀 may delete later

summary: you and Aaron share a bed on a case. oh, also you’re both in love with each other and totally oblivious. And sexually frustrated 🫠

cw: Idk how ratings work but I’m pretty sure this is explicit. (sm*t?) No mention of Y/N! Also quite a bit of swearing, which is unusual for me.

A/N (main): this is my first time writing anything remotely sexual. It’s short! I was writing something completely different but it ended up as… idk what this is. Also I’m sorry for any typos. Enjoy 💀

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You wake up to the most perfect warmth enveloping you. And the delightful smell of soap and a citrus scented laundry detergent. You sleepily bury your nose into the smell. Except the source of the smell is Aaron, who immediately startles awake at your movement, only to go completely still when he realises you’re the reason for the wonderful warmth pressed against him. He tries to move away but you pull him closer, pushing your breasts against his chest and your leg between his thighs, dangerously close to his now extremely hard cock.

You move against him in your sleep, rocking against his sensitive underside, causing him to moan. This was bad. So bad. He really needed you to wake up. 

“Hey”, he whispers.

“Mmm”, you mumble into your bedmates neck. “It’s so nice here. Don’t want to get up”. 

God you were killing him. He tries to move away, not wanting to disturb your much needed sleep, but you just hold onto him tighter. Were arms supposed to feel this good?

“Please wake up”, he pleads. You needed sleep, but if you kept rubbing against him, he was going come, and then things would be very very uncomfortable. He tries to shake you awake but you rock your hips against him again. 

“Fuck”, he hisses, pleasure rushing through him. Your sleepy mind finds immense satisfaction at his voice and starts moving against him harder. 

“Oh God”, he chokes. 

“You feel so good baby”, you whisper in his ear. You throb with desire. “I need you”, you whine, the friction from your movement sending you into a state of bliss. God you’ve never had a sex dream this good.

Aaron feels his heart race with your movement but it’s your words that cause him to get harder. How was he supposed to forget how you called him baby? He tries to shake you off. 

“You need to wake up. I-“, his words are cut off by an uncontrollable gasp of pleasure that escapes him. 

You feel desperate for the feeling of him inside you. “Fuck me. Please fuck me”, you beg. It takes all of Aaron’s willpower to push you off of him and he jams a pillow between you. He immediately gets on his feet, needing to get away from you. You let out a disappointed whimper and that’s all he can take before he rushes into the bathroom. He turns the water on in the shower before stepping under it, trying to get the cold water to cool him off. But nothing is helping. He wraps his fingers around his hard shaft, slowly moving it up and down. He grits his teeth together, the memory of your words making it almost impossible to not vocalise his pleasure, but you were still asleep and if you woke up, he’d have to explain why he was so flushed. So he tries his best to be quiet. Your voice plays in his head - “you feel so good baby”. He strokes himself faster. “I need you”. His knees buckle in pleasure. “Fuck me. Please”. His mind goes blank as he experiences an euphoric climax and his legs shake as his gratification covers the bathroom tile. Fuck. He’s never got himself off that fast. Shit. He just fucked himself thinking about you. He immediately feels a surge of guilt. He is your boss. He is not supposed to feel this way about you. And you had thought you were sleeping. He has no excuse for his behaviour. He towels himself off and checks his watch for the time. 4am. It’s too early to get up but he cannot get back into bed with you there so he gets dressed. He leaves a note explaining that he’s gone to the precinct to work on the case and that you should join later with everyone else, then quietly slips out of the room.

The sound of the door closing stirs you from your sleep. You reach for your nightstand to check your watch, but find nothing. The panic of being in a strange room makes you sit up and you remember that you’re in a hotel room on a case. You reach to the right for your watch again only to realise you’re not on the side of the bed you slept on. And that you’re alone but you hadn’t been when going to bed. You notice the note on his nightstand. Of course he was already up at 4am. Unless you had kicked him out of bed by rolling onto his side? Oh God, you hope not. And why did you feel so… sensitive? You notice the pillow between your thighs. You recall your dream, and his sounds of pleasure, groaning in frustration and burying your face in the pillow. Only you’re overwhelmed by the smell of Hotch. It’s enough to have you throbbing again. You’d just had a sex dream of your boss. While in bed within him. Why couldn’t you be attracted to anyone else? It was so embarrassing. And completely inappropriate. You had to pull yourself together. But you felt a desperate ache between your thighs. And the smell of him was overwhelmingly good. Before you can really think about what’s happening you bring one hand to your breast, palming yourself through your shirt and slip your other hand into your sleep shorts, rubbing your sensitive nub. Were dreams supposed to be that vivid? The memory of his body against yours has you imagining your fingers are his. You slip one finger inside, then two. His would be so much thicker, so filling. You throb against your digits at the thought. You can almost hear his moans. You fuck yourself harder. God it feels so good. 

“Yes Aaron”, you pant, and you’re not sure if you’re thankful that he’s not here. You pinch your nipples as you swipe at your sensitive bundle of nerves and suddenly remember the sound of him whimpering. It’s enough to make you see white. Your orgasm rips through you and you’re soaked in sweat by the time you come down from your high. You stare at the ceiling, contemplating when you’ve ever had an orgasm that good. Never.

You were so fucked.

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A/N P.S. : I hope you liked it! should I post the writing that inspired this? It’s pretty much the opposite of this - far away from smut land and very much the capital of pining city. It’s much more my usual style. Anyway let me know what you think :)

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good morning, princess: oneshot

james potter x f!reader / smut / fluff / morning sex / worship

warning: explicit 18+ minors dni!! names used: princess, angel, good girl (no y/n). cw: praise, worship, missionary, unprotected p in v. i think that's all pls lmk if there's more!!

summary: The world outside doesn’t exist yet—just soft golden light, tangled sheets, and James whispering sweet nothings against your skin. You don’t quite remember how it started, but you know exactly how it’s going to end.

a/n: y'all this is rly scary to post pls be nice 😭😭 this is my first smut i’m publishing so don’t judge i have no idea how good it is. i hope you like it, any and all feedback is encouraged and appreciated! xoxo, sunny ☀️🌻

wc: 1522

the first thing you feel is a big, warm hand covering your side. the tickle of hair against the back of your neck registers next, and the soft puffs of breaths against your shoulder.

you reach out blindly and find his hand after some fumbling, pulling the arm that’s wrapped around you even closer. you press a little kiss to his knuckles, lips still dry from sleep. it’s the thought that counts.

“jamie?” you try breathily.

“mmm,” you get in response.

so you press another kiss to his knuckles, and another. you pull his fingers from being curled into loose fists and kiss his fingertips.

you have a brief, fleeting thought: if there was only some way you could catalogue every inch of his body you’ve kissed. you’re sure it would be all of it. you want to personally verify that no space has been left untouched by your lips.

the thought melts away like butter in a skillet, turning into something dreamy and luxurious as you’re pulled back to the present— james is kissing the back of your neck, lightly, in a way he’s learned you love.

he runs his fingers from your lips, down to your chin, tracing the line connecting jaw to neck to shoulder: a sensitive area, he leaves goosebumps in his wake.

his hand slides from your grip, finds your waist again, and tightens when you let out a soft, breezy sigh. the kind of sigh that leaves him physically weak. at your beck and call completely. anything you want, he’ll provide; so long as you sigh like that when you thank him.

he lets his hand linger over your hip, gently pulling you back against him. and only then do you feel the reason why he was probably being so frisky this morning.

you smirk to yourself smugly– facing away from him, so he doesn’t see– and press your hips back subtly. just enough so you know he’ll notice, have a reaction.

and sure enough, like muscle memory, he reacts. 

those same fingertips you just pressed the softest butterfly kisses onto? they’re digging into your sides now, laying claim, almost certainly leaving behind faint red marks when they find a new destination.

you let out something between a moan and a groan when you feel him already hard against your thigh. he ruts against you gently, as if teasing himself.

“y’like that, princess?” another sweet, reverent kiss to your shoulder.

you’re fully indulging him now, nodding a bit too quickly. “yeah, jamie–” you’re cut off by a moan as he tugs the waistband of your panties up, shifting the fabric just enough to drag against the area where you need him most.

everything begins blurring together, it’s just that kind of morning—the sunlight is hazy, slotting through the blinds, and his hands are everywhere, it’s hard to keep track of one event and the next. one moment he’s tilting your head to his so roughly you’re momentarily worried about neck strain; the next, he’s kissing you so softly you wonder what you did to deserve him.

he’s rocking slowly against you the entire time he worships you, hands roaming up and down, under your shirt and finding your nipple briefly, not toying with it long enough before his hand comes back up to lightly hold onto your neck. not gripping, just holding.

“james– fuck, need to feel you,” you whimper, sounding absolutely pathetic. which you are, at the moment.

“aw, my princess needs to feel me, hm?” he replies with another kiss to your shoulder, tone lightly mocking, though you can hear the smile in his voice. he tuts you gently, running his hand up and down your side again, strumming your ribs like an instrument.

“turn over darling, i’ll fuck you if you want me to.” those words go straight to your core.

you lean back, expecting to be met with his loving caress– instead, you flop unceremoniously back down onto the pillows. the sheets are still warm where james was laying, pungent with his smell from hours of sleep.

somehow he’s already poised up on his knees in front of you, shifting to get his boxers off, cock springing up to touch his tummy. he massages the tip for a moment, watching with a low groan as you pull the soaked panties down your legs, throwing them off the bed carelessly. 

“so pretty,” he murmurs. it’s impossible to really describe how he looks at you— maybe like a fine painting. first you see the broad picture, the image being depicted. a dinner, a biblical scene. a pretty girl. and then you notice the details– her earrings, the curls of her hair that are sparsely visible, the look in her eyes like she wants to ask you a question, the hint of a smile playing on her lips.

the way you’re looking up at james is better than any masterpiece— it’s downright sinful.

with you beckoning him forward with both hands outstretched, reaching for his shoulders, grinning like the happiest girl alive… he has no choice but to succumb to you. he places one hand just above your shoulder and allows you to cup his face, trace his cheekbones with your thumbs.

and for a moment, the two of you just stare at each other. completely lost in love, in awe of the intimacy you’re sharing. so vulnerable, so close, so connected.

and that’s all before he swipes the head of his cock between your lips, collecting every drop of your arousal and spreading it generously.

the sound you let out is completely involuntary when he brushes against your clit, and you have no time to recover until he’s gently pushing into you.

he has to lift your hips up just slightly to get the angle right, but once you do, he sinks into you slowly, completely. swallowed whole.

“fuck, angel,” he breathes, eyes squeezing shut for a moment while he tries to comprehend how you could possibly feel so good, until they snap back open and he’s looking straight at you. you’re also panting heavily now, forehead pressed against his, overwhelmed with love and emotion.

“james, oh–” your nails dig little crescent indentations into his shoulders as he draws his hips back tantalizingly slow, only to slam back into you.

“ahh, james, fuck,” you whine, desperately clawing to pull him closer in any way you can, even though there’s not much space left between you anymore. 

he initially sets a slow and languid pace, truly enjoying the moment, for as long as he can let himself.

but at some point, after a few minutes of slow thrusting, listening to your breathy moans and gasps, helpless little cries of his name… he loses control.

one arm scoops underneath your hips, holding you closer and tighter now, with more control. he pistons in and out of you quickly, groaning and mumbling into your ear all the while: “yes, angel, just like that. being such a good girl for me, yeah?” a sharp smack to the fat of your thigh, cutting through the relative quiet of the room. you make an attempt to yelp in response, but he’s already muffling you with his lips crashing down onto yours.

you’re hardly able to kiss him back properly, too blissed out on pleasure to really devote the attention. but he doesn’t seem to mind, kissing eagerly and sloppily at your open mouth, desperate to swallow more of your delicious mewls.

he could listen to you all day, but his absolute favorite is when he fucks you. knowing it’s him making you sound like that? it’s an ego trip.

“gonna cum for me, princess?” he slams back into you and stays there, pressing into your deepest wall, as if to prove a point. only to resume the same ruthless pace, now hitting that spot repeatedly, on a mission.

“hm? wanna feel you cum all over my cock, please.”

and it’s not just his words that take you over the edge, not just the feeling of him pulsing and throbbing inside of you. it’s the way he says it, like the thought of feeling you come undone underneath him, under his control, is the only way he’ll be saved.

but you can’t even think about why– a flash of white hot light and you’re doing exactly as he asked, spasming and twitching around his cock with no thought. you go completely limp; james holds you up easily, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm.

crying out and moaning seemed futile ten minutes ago when you both had underwear on. but now you’ve lost all sensical thought– sweet sounds pour from your lips like a waterfall, incoherent mumbles of his name, some fragmented curses, some garbled nonsense.

you barely have time to catch your breath before you feel the sudden loss of him, the emptiness making you whimper—until the first hot streak lands across your stomach. his release comes with a deep, nearly guttural groan, something resembling your name. he leans down with a shaky exhale and presses his forehead against yours once more, slick with sweat and smelling of sex.

“good morning to you too, princess.”

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𝟕𝟑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘/𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑

• Summary: You are an actress and Austin’s wife. Vogue has decided to make one of their famous interviews and you are more than happy to do it!

• Pairing: Austin Butler x Priscilla actress! reader

• Warnings: None, probably just my own admit that there is definitely not 73 questions cause it was so hard to make up

• Note: Hi there, loves! I watched 73 questions Vogue videos and I thought of this! All replies are from my head, and they are of course not personalized. Since we are all different you can change to reply for yourself, just like you would do! 🤍

“Okay, so Y/n, tell us what’s the first thing you do when you wake up?”

You smile, walking through your and Austin’s house.

“The first thing that I do when I wake up? I kiss my husband!”

“How would you describe your morning routine in three words?”

You think for a while, coming up with the three perfect words.

“Slow… cozy and… romantic.”

“Poetic! What’s the best part about being married to an actor?”

You step into your living room, camera following you to the couch.

“Probably the fact we get to live a thousand lives together.”

“Beautifully said! Is there any biggest challenge of working with your spouse?”

You chuckle, knowing exactly how to answer this.

“Probably film serious scenes. We can’t be serious when we’re together!”

You laugh, recalling the times when you and Austin couldn’t stop laughing while shooting arguing scene.

“What’s the most romantic thing Austin has ever done for you?”

Austin has done so many beautiful things but…

“Hmm... The fact that he married me and is spending the rest of his life with me is the most romantic thing I could wish for.”

The interviewer smiles, loving your answer.

“Ah, you two! If you and your husband could remake any classic film together, which one would it be?”

You laugh, as you look at your coffee table in front of you. There is the book that’s movie adaptation is your answer.

“Pride and Prejudice, indeed. I need to see Aus as Mr. Darcy flexing his hand!”

“What’s the secret to your on-screen chemistry?”

“There is no secret, we just go with the flow and let things come naturally.”

You stand up and make your way to kitchen.

“What’s one word that perfectly describes your relationship?”

“Passion.”

“Vintage or modern—if you had to choose one forever?”

You turn to your house, sensing the answer.

“Both mixed together! Duh!”

“What’s some of your most prized vintage possession?”

You smile widely, as you turn to arrange the flowers in your vase.

“A piece of jewelry that once belonged to Audrey Hepburn."

“Is there any classic Hollywood couple that inspires you?”

“Mmm… Love of Katherine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy was really interesting!”

You walk over to the musical part of your house.

“Wow! You have a lot of vinyls! What’s your go-to Elvis Presley song?”

Austin would love this question, but so do you.

“I would say… Where No One Stands Alone. The cover with Lisa Marie.”

“Perfect choice! If you could travel to one decade for one day, which one would it be?”

You sit down by the piano.

“The 1970s—pure rock and roll energy. Obviously!”

“Haha! I should have expected that! What’s your dream role that hasn’t happened yet?”

You look back at your roles and think…

“Something completely unexpected—a gritty, transformative role that challenges everything I’ve done before.”

“Y/n, I think fans are dying to know; what’s Austin’s underrated talent?”

With a grin you reply very quickly.

“He’s an incredible cook! Our kitchen turns into a five-star restaurant when Austin leads the kitchen and also, he writes the sweetest handwritten notes—every single one of them is a keeper.”

“That’s wonderful! What’s a book you recommend to everyone?”

You move to your bookshelf where you and Austin keep your books.

“Probably… Great Gatsby. Wonderful story and! Pride and Prejudice of course!”

You grin.

“If you could have coffee with any author, dead or alive, who would it be?”

“Jane Austen… Louisa May Alcott and… J. K. Rowling.”

“That would be fantastic meeting! What’s a fictional character you relate to the most?”

“That’s tricky one… Maybe Jo March? I love books, independence, and a little bit of rebellion.”

You lead the way to your yard.

“Who’s your dream co-star?”

“Meryl Streep.”

“Who is your biggest inspiration?”

You sit down on the porch.

“My husband—his passion and dedication push me to be better every day.”

“Do you prefer preparing for dramatic roles or lighthearted ones?”

“Preparing for both is fun!”

“Sweet or savory?”

“Sweet, anything homemade.”

“What’s your favorite movie that you and your husband have done together?”

You smile, thinking.

“Every single one is beautiful, but Elvis was fun.”

“What’s one film you both watch over and over again?”

“Easy! The Notebook!”

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“I do.”

You reply simply, because that’s exactly how you and Austin fell in love.

“What’s your idea of the perfect date night?”

“Good food, movie and each other’s company.”

“Sounds romantic! What’s the best meal you’ve ever had?”

“True, Italian Carbonara!”

“Who’s the funniest person you know?”

“Awh, c’mon… my husband again!”

“What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?”

“That I am the best wife-“

You reply with love and affection.

“If you could own any piece of Hollywood memorabilia, what would it be?”

“That’s a tough one… I have no idea, probably script of Titanic?”

“Do you have any pre-show or on-set rituals?”

You nod.

“Listening to music eases my tense.”

“How do you unwind after a long day of filming?”

“Hot bath, and a good book.”

“What’s one thing your fans might not know about you?”

“I can’t go a day without reading a chapter from a book—even if it’s just a few pages.”

You chuckle, admitting.

“What’s your most-used phrase on set?”

“I am really clumsy sometimes so I say; Can we film that again?”

You can’t help but laugh.

“Cats or dogs?”

“Dogs!”

“Heels or flats?”

“Depends on where I wear it!”

“What’s your go-to accessory?”

You look at your hand.

“My wedding ring. Anywhere, anytime.”

“What’s a fashion trend from the past you’d love to bring back?”

You gasp, loving the question.

“Oh! I don’t know if this was ever fashion trend but I loved the way Princess Diana combined hoodie and cycle shorts!”

“What’s your signature perfume?”

“I love Miss Dior!”

You stand up and go your garden.

“Who’s your ultimate Hollywood icon?”

“Audrey Hepburn! I really love her, she was splendid actress.”

“What’s your dream vacation destination?”

You stop by your pool and smile.

“Some tropical paradise… Mauritius let’s say.”

“What’s a talent you wish you had?”

“I wish I could play the violin. Or any other musical instrument.”

“How do you memorize lines so quickly?”

You smile and raise your eyebrow.

“Who said I memorized them quickly?”

“What’s your favorite piece of furniture in your home”

“Even tho I can’t play it, probably our piano. I love watching Austin play it.”

“What’s one thing you always keep in your purse?”

As you remember, smile forms on your cheeks again.

“I carry a four leaf clover in my wallet. It’s my lucky charm!”

“What’s your favorite thing about being on set?”

“Making a lot of memories with my co-stars and having a lot of fun.”

“What’s a song that always gets you in a good mood?”

You chuckle and try to think of one song.

“I would say Dog Days Are Over by Florence & The Machine.”

“That’s catchy one! What’s your hidden talent?”

“Hidden talent? Haha, I have no clue!”

“How do you handle nerves before a big event?”

“Dancing! Shaking off the stress and nerves.”

“What’s your favorite way to spend a Sunday?”

“I love lazy Sundays so cuddles on couch, movies sometimes walks.”

You get up and walk to your house again.

“If you weren’t an actress, what would you be doing?”

You walk into the house and think about it.

“Probably… Fashion designer.”

“What’s your biggest pet peeve?”

“I really don’t like when you are talking to someone and they are not listening. Communication is a key.”

“What’s your go-to comfort food?”

“Croissants. Try the ones filled with chocolate!”

“What’s a moment in your career that you’ll never forget?”

“When Aus was nominated for an Oscar and both of us were surrounded by the actors we always looked up to.”

“What’s your favorite holiday tradition?”

“I love to bake gingerbread cookies on Christmas!”

“What’s the last book you read?”

You look back to your shelf.

“The last thing I read is From Here To The Great Unknown.”

“Who’s your ultimate style icon?”

“My dear friend Zendaya!”

“How cool! What’s the best advice you’ve ever received about marriage?”

You smile warmly, thinking of Austin immediately.

“Always support each other’s dreams, even when they take you in unexpected directions.”

“That’s beautiful, Y/n… What’s your favorite part of old Hollywood glamour?”

“The elegance—everyone carried themselves with such grace and mystery.”

You explain with a wink.

“What’s one thing about fame you didn’t expect?”

That’s interesting question you never thought about.

“How much more I’d value my private life once my public life got bigger… I appreciate the quiet moments away from it all.”

“How do you handle bad days?”

“Austin makes me happy. Always. Whenever I feel down he is my reason to raise up again.”

“Speaking of him… What’s a hobby you and your husband love doing together?”

“We try new stuff together! Whether it’s sport, art or anything else, we always try to do new things together.”

“If you could duet with Elvis on one song, which one would it be?”

You laugh, loving the thought of it.

“Well… maybe the classic Can’t Help Falling In Love.”

“What’s your biggest career goal right now?”

“Right now I focus on the upcoming projects, and do my best to make them happen.”

“Goos luck with them! What’s a quality you admire in your husband?”

“That he always listens. He can just sit there and listen to my hourly talking, but he listens every single word.”

You smile warmly, love spreading through your chest.

“What’s a quality he admires in you?”

“He always says I make any place feel like home.”

“How do you want to be remembered in Hollywood?”

“For my performances, but also for my kindness.”

“What’s your biggest hope for the future?”

“To build a family, a home, and a results of work I’m proud of.”

“And lastly what’s one piece of advice you’d give your younger self?”

“You don’t have to be perfect to be successful—just be real.”

From the many interviews you ever did — this was your favorite. Finally you could share the love and passion for everything. For your career, and especially for the love of your life.

[mochinomnoms]

Gremlin ass yuu who has one of those realistic ass dreams that them and jade actually got together and they still believe when they wake up, so naturally, like a normal person, they see jade and go up to hug him and give him a little kiss on the neck only to get body slammed with J-Brain and everyone else around them is horrified as they realize that they and jade are not in fact, dating

🦩

(screaming and pounding on the floor THAT'S CUTE)

You woke up with a dry mouth and a sore back. Trying to stretch your legs out made a sharp pain run up your leg and lower back.

Ugh, Jade. You were too rough last night…

Turning around to confront said man, you were surprised to see the empty bedside next to you. Like no one had slept there in the first place.

Even more surprising, you were in your room at Ramshackle instead of Jade's dorm room in Octavinelle. He'd been having you stay over more often since he didn't need to share a room with Floyd anymore.

“What the fu…Did he take me back?” You groaned, getting up and out of bed, wincing at the ache in your legs and lower waist. “Why the hell? Ugh, Jaaaade.”

You were still weary eyed as you finally made your way down the steps into the main hallway, turning into the kitchen to get something to drink.

Mmm, maybe an energy drink, that tastes good with lavender right?

You blinked in surprise at Azul, Jade, and Floyd, along with a few other Octavinelle students, were in the hallway entrance and kitchen area. They were carrying some bags of food and paperwork.

It was then you remembered that you agreed to let Azul sell snacks and drink from Mostro Lounge for your carvinal themed haunted house. They were bringing the items to have them ready to go before the gates open this week for the Halloween festivities.

Oh yeah, that must be why Jade brought me back. He's always thoughtful, isn't he.

You were still half asleep when the trio noticed you, waving politely. Though Jade was having his usual excitable thoughts. Something about your pajamas and sleepy face being cute.

Don't you see me in pjs all the time? Silly.

“Good morning, Prefect, how are you?” Azul starting gesturing to the students putting the food products away. “As you see, we've come to help you and your dorm get set up, as agreed.”

“Mm, Shrimpy looks real tired, don't they Jade?” Floyd nudged his brother with his elbow, watching as you walked up to them.

“They do, perhaps they went to bed rather la—”

Jade stopped mid-sentence, shocked into silence as you wrapped your arms around his back, nuzzling into his neck.

“Mmh, sounds good…just put the stuff…wherever.” You tilted your head up to press a kiss against his neck, feeling the way he swallowed as you did.

“Mornin' Jade…you left me…” You tightened your hold on him, though he didn't return your embrace. “…Jade?”

You were just now noticing just how quiet everything had gotten. There was no movement, no sounds, you couldn't even hear anyone's thoughts.

You moved a bit away from Jade to look at everyone with confusion. They were all staring at you, some with mild horror, some with confusion like yours, and Floyd in particular looked ecstatic, eyes darting between you and Jade like he was waiting for sometime to happen.

Azul just gave you a questioning stare as he raised his eyebrow.

“Should we...know something?”

“Whaddya mean?” you mumbled, resting your head against Jade's chest. His heartbeat was going fast, like it was trying to burst out his case.

“When did you two become a thing?” Floyd cooed, giggling as he rocked on his heels.

“You rubbed your eyes again, more alert now as you started answering, We've been together for a ye—”

The sudden feeling of Jade's arms tightly wrapping around your back, and the sudden influx of his thoughts hitting you like a train, brought you back to reality.

DARLING! MY SWEET PEARL! I JUST KNEW THAT YOU LOVED ME BACK!

His grip on you tightened as the sleep suddenly vanished from your body.

“We're together? News to me, my dear.”

Kiss me again, my pearl! You'll let me, won't you? After all, you did it first~

The feeling of Jade's body moving, leaning down to return the favor you gave him, sent the dear of God in you.

“Wait, wait WAIT WAIT!” You shrieked as you shoved Jade away, collapsing backwards as you crawled away. “DREAM! IT WAS A DREAM I HAD A DREAM!”

You felt your entire body go hot, as Floyd started cackling his lungs out. Azul was still in the kitchen, holding his hand to his mouth, hiding his own laughter.

Even Jade looked mildly amused, though you could hear the disappointment in his thoughts.

Ah, I see. How tragic. Though…

Jade's smile grew slightly, as he gave you a sly wink.

Might as well make use of this.

“A dream? Was it a pleasant one?” Jade tilted his head as he watched you grow more flustered with glee. “It must have been, if you were so ready to be affectionate with me. Would you like to recall it for me?”

The contents of your dream were coming back to you like a tidal wave, hot breaths and clothes flying off flashing through your mind as you remembered just how pleasant that dream was.

“NO!” You scrambled up the staircase again on your hands and knees, like a spooked cat, ignoring the cackles coming from behind you.

Oh goood, I'm never living this down.

[redroomreflections]

Hotel California | Track 18: All Eyes On Us

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha Romanoff, frontwoman of the punk rock band Velvet Rebellion, falls hard for a woman she believes is too good for her. Their intense relationship unfolds in the chaotic world of rock 'n' roll, where they struggle to balance fame, personal demons, and their undeniable passion for each other.

W/c: 4.7k

Chapter 18/20

Masterlist | General Masterlist

Note: the slightest bit of angst

Themes: love, fame, sex, drugs

Natasha couldn’t express how much she missed waking up with you in her arms. Tour life always felt like it stretched on for years, especially when you didn’t have anyone to come home to. But this time was different. So different. The parties didn’t hit the same, and she was almost embarrassed to admit it was because of you. She was completely, utterly in love with you, and that love shifted her focus. She was drinking less. Eating better. Keeping up with workouts. And taking real breaks, the kind that started with your arms around her and your voice whispering, “You did great tonight.”

The last few weeks had passed in a blur of long nights and city lights, but now things were starting to slow down. You were in Philadelphia, her second home, and one she hadn’t been in for a while. One where her mother still lived.

It was early morning, early enough that the sky was still gray and the birds were just beginning to chirp. Natasha had been lying in bed for a while, lost in thought.

Her hand moved instinctively, reaching for you beneath the sheets. The steady rise and fall of your chest, the warmth of your belly against her hand, grounded her. Reminded her why everything mattered in the first place.

“Mmm, morning,” you sighed into her, stretching until your body pressed up against hers.

She kissed your forehead, slow and soft, before answering with that husky voice you always loved.

“How’d you sleep?” you asked.

Natasha hummed. “Better now.”

Her fingers traced lazy patterns on your hip. “You snore, you know.”

You scoffed. “I do not.”

“You do,” she grinned. She was lying through her teeth, but it still got the smile she wanted. “Like a very delicate truck driver.”

You laughed, eyes still closed. “You’re annoying.”

“But you love me,” she whispered, pressing her lips to your shoulder.

You opened your eyes then, glancing at her, still a little hazy but suddenly aware of how close everything felt. Her eyes were on you. The weight of last week still lingered somewhere in the silence.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “I do.”

“It’s still early enough for us to go back to sleep,” she suggested, brushing her thumb along the bare skin of your hip. “Or… we could get a jump on the day. I know my mom wants lunch with us later.”

"Let's just stay here for a while longer," You answered instead.

"Sounds good to me," Natasha nodded. She leaned down to kiss your lips tenderly.

The sun was just coming up outside, the sky growing a little lighter with each passing moment. Your room was quiet, and so was her breathing, which made the soft, wet sounds of her mouth on yours seem louder. She held you close and kissed you deeply, the taste of her lips filling your head and your lungs and all the empty space between you.

When her hand traveled underneath your tank top, caressing the swell of your breast, you raised your hand to stop her. One of the things you loved about Natasha was that she could read your body language. Just like you could read her, and the way her hand dropped away without a word.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

Natasha shook her head, but the silence that followed was heavy. You could feel the disappointment radiating off of her, quiet and sharp. Being intimate wasn’t something you ever shied away from with her, but things were just different now. You didn’t mean to pull away. But you had.

And she felt it.

"What's wrong?" Natasha asked. "Did I... did I do something? Did I move too fast?"

"No, it's not that." You sighed.

She sat up, looking at you expectantly.

"Then what is it?"

"I'm sorry, Nat. I just—I can't. Not right now," you said, your words tumbling out.

"This is about her?"

You didn't say anything.

"She's not here. Y/N. She's not. She's not gonna be. And I'm here. I'm right here."

"I know, Natasha." You said, frustrated. Not with her, not entirely, but with yourself. With the pit in your stomach you hadn’t been able to shake since Miami.

She lay flat on her back and ran a hand through her hair. “Then why does it feel like I’m the one being punished?”

Your heart clenched. You hated that she felt that way. You hated that a part of you agreed.

“I’m not trying to punish you,” you said quietly. “But I’m still stuck in it. The pictures. The phone call. Her voice.” You exhaled hard. “And I know none of it was what it looked like, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t get in my head.”

Natasha didn’t say anything at first. She just lay there, shoulders tense, eyes locked on the far wall like it held all the answers.

“You should believe me,” she finally said, and there was something in her voice that made you look up.

“I do,” you said. “I’m trying.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“No,” you admitted. “It’s not.”

The quiet between you was thick. Not angry but aching. Aching like a broken bone, the kind that couldn't be set.

"You want to talk about it?" Natasha asked finally.

You didn't. And yet, maybe you did. Maybe this was a conversation that had to happen. You could see her bracing herself, the muscles in her jaw clenching. She was ready. You weren’t. While you had come up with a plan that was working decently, it still left you feeling unsettled. Like the ground was crumbling beneath your feet, and if you took a step in the wrong direction, everything would come crashing down.

"No," you decided.

Natasha's eyebrows lifted. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," you said, shifting onto your side and propping your head up on your elbow. "It's nothing."

"Okay," she said softly.

"I love you, Natasha."

She nodded, a smile pulling at her lips.

"I love you," she replied, kissing your cheek. "And I'm sorry for pressuring you. I just want you to be okay."

"I know," you nodded. "And I am."

"You promise?"

"I do."

You smiled at her. "How about we take a shower?"

She looked at you quizzically.

"You've got that look," you teased.

Her brow arched, lips twitching into a smirk. “What look?”

“The one that says ‘I’m not sure if we’re showering or starting a round.’”

Natasha chuckled, finally relaxing a bit as she leaned in and nuzzled your neck. “Depends… on if I’m allowed to be hopeful again.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, nudging her away with a soft laugh. “Shower first. Maybe pancakes after. You’re on thin ice, Romanoff.”

“Shower and pancakes?” she mused. “You really know how to seduce a woman.”

You threw a pillow at her, and she caught it, grinning as she jumped out of bed.

“Come on,” she said, holding out her hand. “Let me wash away the sins of my PR nightmare.”

“You better,” you muttered, but you took her hand anyway.

It wasn’t fixed, not completely. But it felt like a step.

*******

After the shower and a lazy round of getting dressed with Natasha in jeans and a linen button-down, you in a sundress and slides, the two of you decided to stop by a local farmer’s market for coffee and fresh pastries. She insisted on holding your hand the whole time, brushing her fingers over your ring like it soothed something in her. It almost did.

You walked past booths of handmade jewelry, honey sticks, local art, and overpriced succulents before settling on a café cart tucked between a lavender stall and a woman selling prints of iconic musicians.

As you waited for your drinks, you pulled out her phone and grinned. “Wanna call Bella?”

Natasha nodded, smiling already. “Let’s do it.”

You FaceTimed Isabella, who answered on the second ring, her face still a little sleepy, but lit up when she saw the two of you on her screen.

“Hi!” she beamed. “Are you still on tour?”

"Yes, but we have an off day today," You angled the camera more toward Natasha. "We're getting a few treats before we meet with Natasha's mom."

“You look pretty,” she told you.

You grinned. "Thank you. You look sleepy."

Isabella nodded. "It's Saturday."

Natasha chuckled. "Fair."

"How's your trip going with Daddy?"

"Good," She nodded. "I like Santa Barbara. But I miss you guys. I can't wait until we all live in the same city again."

Natasha's expression softened. "We miss you, too."

"Have you gotten to see any cool movies on the tour?"

"Not yet, but I'm hoping we can watch one together next week. What do you think? You, me, and Nat?"

"Yes! I wanna see the new Barbie movie!"

"That sounds perfect." You smiled. "Go brush your teeth. Have fun."

"I will." She grinned, looking to the side as if someone was talking to her. "Daddy wants to go for breakfast. I love you guys."

"We love you, too," Natasha answered, and you smiled.

"Bye!" You waved.

"Bye." She returned the gesture and then hung up.

You slipped your phone into your pocket, and then she handed you a cup.

"You look happy," she remarked.

"I am," You said. You leaned into her embrace, reveling in her mushiness and the kiss she placed on your forehead.

"What can I do to keep that smile on your face?"

"I don't know," you shrugged. "But I'll let you know."

She smiled and kissed the top of your head. She led you back to the rental car, waving at a passerby who'd recognized her before she slid into the driver's seat.

"These smell so good." You hummed to yourself. "I can't wait to eat them. I hope your mom likes blueberries."

"She loves them." Natasha smiled, putting her sunglasses on.

"Perfect," You put a piece of the pastry in your mouth and then passed the box to her.

"Do you need the GPS?"

"Nope," She shook her head. "I know this city."

"Well, lead the way," You gestured.

********

Melina lived in a quiet neighborhood tucked away behind tall hedges and iron gates. The kind of place where the grass was always perfectly cut and not a single car dared to honk. Natasha parked in the driveway like she’d done it a hundred times, and for a second, you could feel her nerves shift the air between you.

“You okay?” you asked, wiping your hands on your dress.

She nodded, giving you a tight smile. “You’ll like her. Just… don’t let her scare you.”

You grinned. “Too late. I’ve already made up my mind to love her.”

Natasha gave you a look, both amused and worried. “God help me.”

The door opened before you could even ring the bell.

Melina stood tall, her arms crossed loosely over her chest, eyes sharp but unreadable. She wore a sleek black blouse and slacks, her silver-streaked hair pinned back neatly. She didn’t smile, but she didn’t look unfriendly either.

“Natasha,” she greeted, stepping forward to hug her daughter. “You’re late.”

“Blame traffic,” Natasha murmured into her shoulder before pulling back. “This is Y/N.”

You stepped forward, offering your hand with a confident smile. “It’s so good to finally meet you.”

Melina looked you up and down, and for a second, you thought she might actually ignore the handshake. Then she took it with a firm grip, cool fingers, and nodded once.

“You’re taller than I expected.”

You laughed. “And you’re just as intense as Natasha warned me.”

That got a smile, small, but real. Melina tilted her head slightly, her gaze still appraising but no longer cold.

“She talks about you all the time,” you added.

“I’m sure she does,” Melina said. “Come in. You’re both underdressed.”

“She’s kidding,” Natasha whispered as you followed them inside.

It was a beautiful house, all high ceilings and hardwood floors and tasteful art. There was a large fireplace, a plush couch, and an open kitchen that smelled faintly of basil and some kind of sauce you couldn't place.

Melina walked to the kitchen and took a pot from the stove.

"How was the drive?" she asked, plating food that was to die for. The smell was amazing, and you couldn't wait to taste it.

"Long," Natasha said. "But worth it."

She set the bowls on the dining table.

"Did you know, Y/N, that my daughter used to run away from home as a child?"

"Mom," Natasha protested, rolling her eyes.

"Only a couple of times," you said, playing along.

"It was four," Melina corrected, looking amused. "But who's counting?"

You chuckled. "Sounds about right."

"Don't encourage her," Natasha grumbled.

"Sit. Eat." Melina gestured.

You took a seat next to Natasha, picking up the bowl of solyanka and inhaling the heavenly aroma.

"It's amazing, Mom."

"Thank you, I know."

"So humble, too," Natasha teased, digging in.

Melina watched the two of you carefully, her gaze shifting every so often to you. You weren't sure what she was looking for, but you hoped you weren't failing.

"When were you going to tell me you're engaged?" Melina questioned. The huge rock on your finger was a dead giveaway. 

Natasha sighed. "Soon, Mom. Very soon. We've just been so busy."

"Too busy to call your mother?"

"We've had a lot going on. Tour stuff and the engagement," Natasha said.

"And this Mia girl." She offered, which left you choking on your soup.

Natasha's jaw tensed. "How did you know about her?"

"You are not the only one with resources," she answered. "I have Google alerts for you."

You wiped your mouth with the napkin, trying not to cough too violently. “Well,” you cleared your throat, “guess we’re just jumping into it.”

Melina arched a brow. “I prefer directness. It saves time.”

“I don’t mind direct,” you said easily, setting your spoon down. “I just wasn’t expecting soup and scandal in the same bite.”

Natasha groaned quietly, dragging her hand down her face. “Mom…”

Melina held her gaze. “You’re a public figure, Natalia. People talk. It is my job to filter through what’s worth listening to.”

“And what did you decide?” you asked her, voice calm but with an edge.

Melina looked at you now, fully. “That I would wait and see. Natasha does not fall easily. If she has chosen you, there must be something worth knowing.”

You didn’t blink. “I’d like to think so.”

A beat passed. Then Melina nodded once. “You’re quick. Good.”

Natasha nearly choked on her water. “Can we please eat without this turning into a silent interrogation?”

“I’m just getting to know your fiancée,” Melina said, cool and amused. “Isn’t that what lunch is for?”

You smiled, amused. “I think I passed the first round.”

“Don’t get cocky,” Melina replied. “There’s dessert.”

The rest of lunch passed easily enough, and by the time the plates were empty and the table was cleared, you were certain that Melina liked you. At the very least, she was indifferent, which was better than you had hoped for.

Natasha excused herself to the restroom, leaving the two of you to chat.

"Thank you for lunch. It was really delicious."

"I'm glad," Melina said. "Would you like some tea? Or coffee?"

"Sure, tea is fine," You answered.

"Earl Grey or English Breakfast?"

"Earl Grey," you answered.

"You seem nervous," she noted.

"Maybe a little," you admitted. "It's been a while since I've done the whole meet the parents thing."

"You've been married before, yes?" She tilted her head.

"I was," You nodded.

"And now?"

"Divorced," You said, trying to keep your tone neutral.

"How long were you married?"

"Six years," you answered, not missing the way she glanced at your ring.

"It must have been difficult."

"It was." You nodded. "Not always, but in the end, we wanted different things."

Melina gave a slow, thoughtful nod. Her gaze didn’t waver, and you could feel her sizing you up not unkindly, but with the precision of someone who had learned to measure everything twice.

"And your daughter," she said, quieter now. "She is from that marriage?"

"Yes," you replied, your voice softening. "Isabella."

"She seems happy."

You smiled at that. “She is. She's the best thing I’ve ever done.”

Melina studied you for a moment longer before leaning back slightly, the tension in her shoulders relaxing just a touch.

"I can respect that," she said. "It takes strength to leave something when it’s no longer right, especially with a child involved."

You nodded again, surprised at the shift in her tone. There was something almost maternal in the way she said it, not warm, exactly, but sincere.

“Thank you,” you said.

She glanced down at her tea, stirring it once. “Natalia has never been good at… easy things. Love especially. She’s stubborn. Closed off. She was like that even as a child."

Your heart tugged a little. “She’s still stubborn. But she’s trying.”

Melina looked up at you then. Really looked.

“Then I hope you don’t give up on her when it gets hard.”

You held her gaze. “I won’t.”

A long pause. Then, without hesitation, Melina poured you more tea.

“Good,” she said. “Now, eat more. You’re too skinny.”

"That's the first time I've been told that in my entire life." Maybe you'd enjoy Melina more than you thought.

Melina gave you a knowing look, the corner of her mouth curling upward. "Natalia is not the only one who can use Google."

"I feel like I should be intimidated by you."

"You should."

You laughed, and it felt good. It was nice to have something to laugh about.

"Tell me about her as a kid," you said, sipping your tea.

Melina's eyes lit up, and the stories began.

"Natalia was a little hellion," she explained. "She would do everything and anything to get out of trouble. She was the perfect student, but when she was a teenager, she was a terror."

You snickered. "What kind of trouble?"

"Oh, the usual. Skipping school, staying out past curfew, sneaking girls into the house," she listed off, counting each transgression on her fingers.

"Oh god," you snorted.

"One time, she climbed out of her window and went to a concert with friends. She was only fourteen, but she didn't come home until the next day."

"What happened when she got back?"

"I pretended I didn't know where she was," Melina said, a mischievous gleam in her eye.

"Why?"

Melina smirked into her cup. “Because the guilt would do more damage than any punishment I could give.”

You laughed again, completely charmed. “You’re diabolical.”

“She thought I called the police,” Melina shrugged. “She cried. For hours. Promised she would never sneak out again.”

“And did she?”

Melina gave you a deadpan look. “Of course. But she was smarter about it the next time.”

You shook your head, smiling into your tea. “I knew she had a wild side, but teenage Natasha sounds unhinged.”

“She was passionate,” Melina said with a knowing glint in her eye. “Always has been. Even as a little girl, when she loved something-or someone, she’d fight the whole world for it.

You swallowed softly, her meaning not lost on you.

“She’s still like that.”

Melina nodded once. She didn't need to say more.

The sound of a door opening made both of you turn toward the hallway.

Natasha appeared, smiling.

"Did you two kill each other?"

"Only a little."

"We were bonding over your rebellious past," you grinned.

"God," Natasha groaned."I was a badass teen," she added. "Don't tell her any embarrassing stories."

"It's too late," you told her.

"So when is the wedding?" Melina looked between the two of you.

"September," You answered. "We want a small venue with just a few of us. I would love to have Yelena fly in."

"We would have to see," Natasha said, smiling.

"Have you started planning?"

"Not yet, we've been way too busy."

"Well, I have a lot of old wedding magazines that I think you would love."

"Well, let's see them." You agreed. Melina jumped at the chance to show you her books.

As the two of you browsed through the pages, Natasha took it upon herself to snap strategic photos for memories, of course.

"What do you think, Natasha? Which dress?"

"That's beautiful, but I'd have to see it on her to make sure," She answered.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

"It is the bride's day," Melina said. "What about food? Will it be an open bar?"

"I hope so," you joked.

"We can't have an open bar," Natasha argued.

"Why not?" You asked, glancing at her.

"I don't know," she said. "It's a wedding, not a frat party."

"We could have an open bar and a dance floor."

"Not terrible ideas," Natasha weighed the options. "But we'd need a DJ or a band."

"A band would be fun," you said, flipping through another magazine. "Like the kind you see at old bars with a live music setup."

"I like that," she nodded, agreeing.

"Oh, look at this!" You turned the book around to show her a page with a picture of a small, quaint-looking venue. "Look at the gardens. They're so pretty."

Natasha hummed thoughtfully. "It is. Are you thinking about a church?"

"I don't think so," you admitted. "Maybe just a place like this. Somewhere small and intimate."

"It looks nice," she said.

You nodded, studying the photo. You imagined what it would be like to get married there, surrounded by friends and family, with Natasha waiting for you at the end of the aisle. Or are you waiting for her? Either way worked for you.

"Do you like this one?" Natasha asked, brushing your arm with hers.

"Yes," you said, a little breathless. "I do."

"Good," she smiled, her gaze soft.

Melina watched the two of you silently, her expression inscrutable. She didn’t say much. She sat quietly, sipping her tea, eyes trailing over the two of you as you flipped through venue photos and swapped ideas like this was your hundredth conversation, not your first real day off together in weeks.

You could feel her watching, but it wasn’t sharp or suspicious. It was something else, calm, curious, almost... thoughtful. She could see that you had Natasha wrapped around your finger. She found it endearing, truthfully.

Finally, when the sun started to set and the magazine stack had grown considerably thinner, Natasha decided it was time to leave.

"Thanks, Mom," she said, hugging her.

"For what?"

"For giving Y/N a chance," she whispered, low enough for only the two of them.

"You deserve to be happy," she murmured back. "You picked a good one."

Natasha's lips curved slightly, and she nodded, eyes glistening.

Melina turned her gaze on you, her expression almost kind.

"Drive safe," she told you, her tone softer.

You returned her smile. "Thanks for having me. I'm glad we could finally meet."

"So am I," she agreed.

She hugged Natasha one last time and then offered her embrace to you. You returned the hug without hesitation, touched that she'd allowed it.

"Take care of my daughter," Melina whispered.

"I will," you promised.

And with one final goodbye, the two of you headed out the door and back to the city. 

*********

The sizzle of the pan overpowered the sound of Tony’s drumsticks tapping against the counter. It was one of those nights, no interviews, no rehearsals, no label calls. Just the band, the kitchen, and a half-assed promise not to burn anything down.

You and Wanda stood shoulder to shoulder, halfway through a recipe that definitely lied about the prep time. She was seasoning the meat with intense concentration, while you chopped vegetables as if it were a high-stakes competition. Both of you kept glancing at the iPad screen like it might start explaining itself.

“This says ten ingredients, not thirty,” Wanda muttered, tapping the screen again. “I swear this website’s trying to humble me.”

“It’s the fake bloggers,” you nodded. “They all have a tragic backstory before every recipe. ‘My grandmother was born in a thunderstorm and raised by wolves, and this is how she made gnocchi.’”

Wanda snickered.

Tony, meanwhile, had abandoned his kitchen duties and taken up residence on the island, his drumsticks still tapping rhythmically against the granite. He had no interest in cooking, but he liked hanging out.

Across the room, Natasha was on the couch with Steve, guitar in her lap, bouncing lyrics back and forth. Steve had a notepad filled with scribbles and crossed-out lines. Natasha was chewing on a pen cap, which meant she was focused. You could tell she liked whatever they were building together. That half-smirk of hers was creeping in.

“Don’t rhyme fire with desire again,” Steve grumbled.

“I’m not,” Natasha replied, flipping the page. “I’m rhyming it with liar. Keep up.”

Meanwhile, Bucky and Tony were now locked in a heated debate by the kitchen island.

“I’m just saying,” Tony insisted, gesturing wildly with a carrot stick, “if aliens landed today, they’d pick Shrek 2 as the greatest film of all time.”

“You’re deranged,” Bucky shot back. “It’s The Godfather.”

“That’s rich coming from someone who’s only seen two movies since 1942.”

“I’ve seen plenty of movies—”

“Okay, name five that came out after 2010.” Tony teased his bandmate. It was no secret that Bucky was more old-fashioned.

Bucky rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth, paused, then shut it again.

Tony grinned.

"Alright, smartass," he said, crossing his arms. "Name a movie you've seen in the last five years."

"Uh..." Bucky racked his brain. "Pulp Fiction?"

"No way," Tony laughed.

"Well, Isabella was raving about some Wall-E movie," Bucky shrugged. "Maybe I could watch that?"

"It's not 1919," Tony said. "You have to watch something."

"I'll put a list together," You said, stepping into their argument. "Just let me finish dinner first."

Bucky and Tony shared a look.

"What are we making anyway?" Bucky asked.

"Some kind of chicken dish," you shrugged. "It's making my head hurt. We should have ordered a pizza."

"It was your idea to cook," Bucky pointed out.

"That was before I knew how many spices we had to buy," you sighed.

"You'll be a regular Martha Stewart in no time," Tony assured you.

You gave him a sarcastic grin.

"Can someone set the table?" Wanda called. "This thing's gonna be done soon."

Bucky and Tony exchanged another look.

"Dibs not doing it," Bucky said.

"Me either," Tony replied.

You rolled your eyes and shoved the knife into the cutting board with a huff.

"I'll do it," you grumbled.

"No, no, I got it," Steve said, standing.

Natasha stepped over to the fridge to grab another beer. Before she cranked it open, she sidled up behind you, pressing herself into your back.

"Need help?" She purred into your ear.

"You're distracting," you mumbled, leaning back into her touch.

"Am I?" She pressed her lips against the shell of your ear.

"If you're gonna fuck her, take it upstairs," Bucky gagged. "I'm tryna eat."

"Jealous, Buck?"

"No-no, let us see it," Tony waved a drumstick. "All I hear is how good she is in bed. Let's see if Red really has the skill."

"You don't have to see it," Wanda chimed in. "Just share an apartment with her and you'll hear it."

You rolled your eyes playfully and flipped them off.

"Ignore them," Natasha hummed, sliding her hand down your back.

"That's easier said than done," you sighed.

"You get used to it."

"Hey," Wanda interrupted. "Get a room, you two. This is a public space."

"Fine," Natasha smirked. "Come on, babe."

"I have to finish the food," you reminded her.

"Later," she promised.

"You're so annoying," you said, trying not to smile.

"Yeah, well, you're the one marrying me," she reminded you as she pulled you to one of the empty rooms. You could still hear the sizzle of the pan and the banter between her friends. "Are we doing a countdown to our wedding yet?"

"We have a month and a half," you reminded her.

"I know," she said, nipping at your jaw.

"Are you excited?" You asked.

"To marry you? Of course."

"You're so mushy," You laughed, pushing her hands away from your bottom. This time, Natasha was able to hide her look of disappointment. There was a question at the tip of her tongue, but her mouth remained closed. "They're in the next room, and it's one that doesn't have any doors."

"So?"

"So I'm not having sex with you while they're listening."

"Who says I want to have sex?" She said innocently. "I just wanna kiss my fiancée."

You rolled your eyes again but obliged.

"What do you want?" You murmured.

"Just you."

"You can have me," You said against her lips. You meant it. 

*******

Everyone was full, stretched out around the living room. Wanda was curled up in one corner of the couch, nursing a second glass of wine. Steve was half-asleep on the floor with a pillow over his face. Tony and Bucky were still arguing about something no one cared about.

You were leaning into Natasha’s side, her arm loosely around your waist, fingers tracing absentminded shapes against your ribs.

“You fit in with them,” she murmured, quiet enough that only you could hear.

You hummed, eyes watching the room. “That’s because I talk a lot of shit.”

She chuckled, turning to kiss your temple. “Still. They love you.”

“Do you?”

Natasha didn’t hesitate. “Always.”

You rested your head against her shoulder. Neither of you said anything for a while. The laughter from across the room softened, and the playlist looped into something slow and soft. You closed your eyes and let the warmth of it all settle in. For now, that was enough.

----> next part

[thirteenheavens]

I made a request back when you got to 400 followers but not sure if you got it or not. I asked for a threesome with Yunho and Seonghwa (in a loving established relationship, don’t think I added that part originally) with a possibility of Hongjoong walking in on them at the end. It’s cool if you don’t do threesome requests.

Midnight Activities|| JYH X Y/N x PSH

Notes: first time I’ve wrote some of these in a while hehe enjoy!!!

Word count: 1.4k

You're curled up in bed between your two boyfriends when you notice Yunho fidgeting restlessly. His large hand starts to wander across your stomach, his touch gentle but possessive.

"Seonghwa's asleep," he whispers, nuzzling your neck. "I can't help myself when you look this tempting." His lips trace down your neck as his hand slips under your pajamas, his fingers teasing your sensitive skin. "You belong to us, but I need to have you right now." His dominant nature takes over as he carefully maneuvers you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up against his. His hard length presses against you through his boxers as he grinds against you slowly.

"Let me have my way with you," he murmurs against your ear, sliding your pants down just enough to expose yourself to him. "I promise I'll make you feel good too."

"Wait, Yunho..." you whisper hesitantly, aware of Seonghwa sleeping beside you. "What about him?" Yunho chuckles softly, his large hands continuing to explore your body. "He'll just have to deal with it," he says with a smirk. "Besides, I know how much he loves watching us together." His fingers slide between your legs, making you moan softly despite your concerns. "Just let me make you feel good," he purrs, spreading your thighs wider. "You know you want it too."

Yunho's fingers work skillfully against your clit, his touch both teasing and insistent. "You're already so wet for me," he whispers, nipping at your earlobe. You bite your lip to stifle your moans, glancing nervously at Seonghwa who remains asleep. The thought of waking him excites you more than you care to admit.

"I want to hear you," Yunho growls, sliding two fingers inside you. "Stop holding back." His other hand grips your hip firmly as he begins thrusting his fingers deeper, his movements getting more urgent.

"Please..." you whimper, caught between wanting to obey Yunho and being mindful of Seonghwa's presence. The conflict only adds to your arousal. Yunho pulls his fingers out and positions himself behind you, his chest pressing against your back. "I'll take care of both of you," he promises darkly, guiding his cock to your entrance.

"Baby..." Seonghwa's voice suddenly rasps from beside you, having woken up to the scene. "What are you two doing?" His tone is stern but carries an unmistakable hint of desire. Yunho pauses momentarily, looking at Seonghwa with a mischievous grin. "She's been too much of a tease tonight," he explains. "And I couldn't wait anymore."

Seonghwa's stern expression softens into a knowing smile as he props himself up on one elbow. "Is that so?" Yunho resumes his position, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. "She's been tempting us both," he says to Seonghwa, sliding one hand up your back. "Want to join?"

Seonghwa's eyes darken with desire as he watches you and Yunho, his hand moving to stroke your thigh. "I'd be disappointed if I didn't get to play too," he says, his voice low and husky. As Seonghwa's lips capture yours in a passionate kiss, Yunho begins pushing into you slowly from behind. His large hands grip your hips as he fills you completely.

"Mmm..." Seonghwa moans against your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as he watches you take Yunho's cock. "So beautiful together." Yunho's thrusts start to become more rhythmic, each one pushing deeper while Seonghwa continues to kiss you hungrily. The dual sensations make your head spin with pleasure. You wrap your hand around Seonghwa's hard length as he deepens the kiss, his hips rocking against your palm. His skin is hot and silky against your fingers.

"That's it," he groans, breaking the kiss to watch you stroke him. "Get us both ready for you." Yunho leans forward to bite your shoulder gently, his pace increasing as he feels Seonghwa's growing arousal. "She's so perfect like this," he rasps, his hands squeezing your breasts possessively. The wet sounds of your body being filled and your hand working Seonghwa's cock fill the room, driving all three of you wild.

Yunho grunts with each thrust, his grip on your hips becoming almost bruising. "She's so tight and wet for us," he growls. Seonghwa's breathing becomes ragged as he watches your hand move faster on him. "I can't wait to be inside you too," he pants, precum leaking from his tip.

Yunho suddenly pulls out, guiding you onto your back while Seonghwa moves between your legs. "My turn to watch you both," he says huskily, spreading your legs wide. Seonghwa enters you slowly, his cock stretching you even further than Yunho's did. "You feel amazing," he moans, thrusting deep while Yunho positions himself at your head.

"Open your mouth," Yunho commands, his large cock throbbing in front of your face. "Show us how good you can take us." You eagerly obey, opening your mouth to take Yunho's cock while Seonghwa continues thrusting into you. The dual sensations overwhelm your senses.

"Such a good girl," Yunho praises, threading his fingers through your hair as he guides his cock deeper. "Taking both of us so well." Seonghwa picks up his pace, hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes your walls flutter around him. The bed creaks beneath the force of their movements.

"I'm getting close," Yunho warns, his thighs trembling slightly as he thrusts into your mouth. "Are you ready to taste me, baby?"

"Mmm!" is all you can manage with your mouth full of Yunho's cock, causing him to groan deeply.

"She's trying to talk," Seonghwa chuckles breathlessly, pounding into you harder. "But we're not letting her." Yunho holds your head steady, his grip tightening as he nears his peak. "I'm gonna come," he growls, his cock twitching against your tongue.

Warmth floods your mouth as Yunho releases, his salty taste mixing with your own pleasure. Some of it escapes down your chin as he pulls out. Seonghwa watches intently, clearly enjoying the sight of you being marked by both of them. "Look at you, covered in our cum," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"I'm going to fill you up next," he promises, reaching down to rub your clit roughly. "Make you scream for us." The combined stimulation sends you hurtling toward your climax, your walls clenching tightly around Seonghwa's cock. "Please... cum inside me," you manage to gasp out. Seonghwa lets out a deep moan as he empties himself inside you, his hips stuttering against yours as he fills you with his hot release. The feeling pushes you over the edge.

"Yes! Fuck!" you cry out, trembling through your orgasm while Yunho and Seonghwa hold you steady. The room spins as waves of pleasure crash over you. Yunho and Seonghwa gently lay beside you, their bodies warm and sated as they cuddle close.

"That was amazing," Seonghwa murmurs, pressing kisses to your neck. "You always know how to drive us wild." Yunho strokes your hair softly, a satisfied smirk on his face. "You took us both so perfectly. Our perfect little cumdump."

Suddenly a knock at door happens and before anyone can answer it flings open obviously worried about the pained noises that came from the room a few minutes ago. Hongjoong steps into the room, his expression turning surprised and slightly flushed as he takes in the scene. "Oh, um..." Yunho and Seonghwa immediately pull the sheets up to cover you while maintaining their protective positions on either side of you.

"We're fine," Seonghwa says calmly, though there's a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Just a late-night... activity." Hongjoong coughs awkwardly, clearly trying to maintain his composure. "I heard some noise and wanted to check on you. Sorry for the intrusion." Yunho shoots him a knowing grin. "No worries, hyung. Just having some fun with our girl."

Hongjoong's cheeks redden even more as he nods quickly. "Right, well... I'll just leave you three alone then. Enjoy your night." He backs out of the room quickly. Seonghwa chuckles softly as the door closes. "I think we scarred him a bit."

[brokenengene]

rip my heart out {chapter five}

pairing: park jay x f reader. jake sim x f reader, yang jungwon x f reader

genre: zombie apocalypse au, slow burn romance, found family, action, dystopian

content warnings: intense themes, cursing/profanity, violence, weapon usage, dark themes, brief mention of past abuse, love triangles, angst, blood, injuries, death, kissing, sexual tension, suggestive content, smut!!

This chapter is for readers 18+

chapter specific tw: sexual content, fingering, unprotected sex (please don't), p in v, power imbalance undertones, emotional trauma, PTSD, mentions of killing and violence, emotional infidelity (kinda),mild degradation, mild dirty talk, creampie (don't do irl), confessing during sex, military is corrupt

note: this fiction purely for entertainment purposes, not intended to accurately represent real-life people, places, or institutions.

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word count: 3.9k

soundtrack: hypnosis - sleep token

'4202'

You wake up as you hear the rumble of thunder from a summer storm. The storm casts the bedroom in dark, hazy hues. You toss and turn in bed. Realizing you’re still completely naked, and it all comes back to you.

Rains start to fall, and the sound of the summer rain hits the windows of the room. The thunder rumbles, and the last thing you want to do is leave the warmth and comfort of the sheets. 

The interrogation, the cuffs, the sex. It’s all so overwhelming. You hear a soft groan next to you. Jake stirs awake slowly. His dark hair was messy from sleep. His lips were soft, and his expression was blank. 

There’s so much left unsaid, so many words that need to be spoken. Everything from last night is still stuck on repeat in your mind. 

Jay..you haven’t forgotten him. Your heart sinks at the thought. You wonder if he’s ok, if he's safe. You can’t help but feel guilty waking up next to the reason you got separated in the first place.

You’re a mess. Physically and mentally. You’re trying to grasp what happened. Was the sex a heat-of-the-moment thing? Or was it something more? 

“Morning..” Jake mumbles as he shifts closer to you under the covers, seeking your warmth. 

“Hey..” you whisper breathlessly as your fingertips rake through his messy hair. You’re still so unsure about him, and everything that will end up happening between you, but you can’t help but smile. 

“That was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.” He whispers. As he presses into you from behind. His lips brush against your shoulder, kissing your soft skin. You feel guilty. Your stomach drops as you realize exactly why you feel Déjà vu. It’s because of Jay..

“Glad I could be of assistance.” You say playfully as he kisses harder against your shoulder. Jake can’t help himself as he rocks his hips into your backside, already hard. You moan softly at the sensation, fingertips tingling at the prospect of what could happen next. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be reporting for duty?” You whisper as he kisses your warm skin again, this time giving a little bit of suction in an attempt to leave a dark mark. 

“Mmm. Not right now, no..” he mumbles into your skin as he starts to darken the hickey with more force. 

You know you should bring it up, and talk to him about it, but you can’t. Maybe it’s selfish but for at least one more time. You want to indulge without any external noise.

The rain continues to fall, and the sound of the thunder strangely helps to calm your racing thoughts.

His hands slide across your stomach, pulling you back further into his already throbbing length. His lips dragging to the crook of your neck to leave another marking.  

You know you should tell him to stop, should offer to talk it through, but maybe words aren’t the best way to communicate between the two of you. 

“I know it’s fucked up but I want this..” you whisper. Jake’s hands slide up your ribs to trace along the underside of your breasts. Hips rocking against your backside, his skin hot against yours. You can feel him dripping already against your skin. And it causes your breath to hitch as you realize how badly he wants this too.  

“You sure?” He whispers, his hand tracing down your stomach to rest just below your navel. He’s already panting against your ear, completely breathless.

You nod, and he slowly lets his fingertips brush between your thighs. Your breath catches at the feeling. Using his fingers, he gathers some of your wetness, sliding it across your folds. 

“I don’t deserve you once let alone twice-“ he mumbles as his fingertips brush between your folds, he explores you, focused on every breath and twitch your body makes in response to his touch. 

You turn your head, letting his nose brush against your cheek. He softly kisses your face with a smile as he finds your clit, rubbing it in slow tantalizing circles. 

“You know I’ve done my fair share of killing, too. Neither of us deserves this..” you respond, your voice completely breathless as he coaxes more wetness from you. Your hips bucking up into his touch as you seek more. 

“I can’t get the screams out of my head..of all the times I mindlessly carried out orders..” Jake mumbles as he kisses just below your ear. 

His fingertips slide from your clit to the dripping wetness of your entrance. He teases the outside with small circles.

“You made me forget it all. When we fucked..”

You confess. A soft moan falling from your lips as he slowly pushes his index finger up into you. You shift your hip, lifting one of your thighs, giving Jake better access as he touches you from behind.

“I can’t even escape it in my sleep..it’s nightmares…constantly, almost every night ..” You whisper, breath catching in your chest as he slips another finger in, stretching you more. Keeping you dripping. 

“I meant it when I said that’s the best sleep I’ve had in a while,” Jake confesses. He pumps into you a little faster. The wet squelch sounds turn both of you on more. You lose your train of thought as he expertly curls his fingers, sending a wave of pleasure through you from head to toe.

His hand reached down, grabbing himself. His pre-release is already dripping down his length as he lines up behind you. His tip stretches you open before he slowly pushes into your tight heat.

“Fuck…this..makes me forget anything and everything else..” he moans against your back as he holds you from behind. He slowly drags himself out only to push back in with a deep whine of pleasure. 

You’re shaking, a wet mess as he stretches you open again. You swear you start to get addicted to the feeling as he sets a steady rhythm. 

One of his hands slides back up to your breasts. He cups one gently, squeezing, feeling how heavy it is in his hands. He brushes his thumb against your nipple. Smirking against the back of your neck at your response.

His other hand slides down, working you with deliberate strokes. You gasp, feeling more wetness soak the sheets below you. 

“You’re so wet..damn I can’t believe you’re like this because of me..” He whispers huskily as he places another delicate kiss on the edge of your shoulder. 

You can’t even think, can’t even speak. The only sounds you can breathe out are shaky moans from your chest. Jake rubs at your clit harder and harder. 

You feel your thighs trembling. He continues to sink deeper into your heat. The tip of him reaching places that make you cry out with ecstasy.

Between you is a slippery mess of desire, coating your thighs and his. He thrusts deep inside you again, slow, calculated. Like he knows how to finish the equation that makes you fall apart. 

Jake mumbles into your skin, his voice shaky between hot kisses. “I don’t want this to be just sex..” he confessed. 

You feel it. The guilt in your spine. You open your mouth to reply, but it’s like your voice was taken from you. You can’t even speak. 

Your thighs clench, your body telling him everything your words can’t. You whisper his name, feeling like you’re on the brink of collapse. 

Jake slows his thrusts. His grip loosening as he slowly and shallowly slides in and out of your pussy. His voice dropped to a dark whisper. 

“I know you still think about him. The man you were with when we captured you..”

You gasp. Your ears are burning with heat as he reads right through you. But he doesn’t stop. His hands still roam across your slick skin, his thrusts still tantalizingly slow. 

“I-I..” you choke out, completely breathless. 

“I hate that I’m the reason you’re not with him right now..” he says, whose voice is barely louder than a whisper as he buries himself deep again, gasping as you clench around him. 

“You make me forget how to breathe, you make me forget it all, everything..all my sins..” 

He says, gasping for air as he continues to fuck you slowly. 

“I still think about him..I miss him..” you confess. Tears swelling in your eyes with the guilt..the shame..the hurt.

“Shhh I know..” He coaxes out as his hands give your hips a soft, reassuring squeeze. 

“That doesn’t mean I still don’t want this, that I still don’t want you too.” You whisper, your voice shaky through the tears. Jake kisses your shoulder as he pulls out of you until only the tip remains. He lets out a choked moan as he slides back into you. Like he’s drawing out your pleasure ever so slowly. 

His fingertips rub your clit again tenderly stroking more please from between your thighs. Both of you breathe heavily against the pillows, his breath ragged right in your ear. You let out sharp moans, hips jerking as he coaxes you closer to your orgasm. 

You let out a sharp hiss of pleasure. “I’m gonna come..Jake, I’m gonna come for you..” You whine. Moans a high-pitched ring as he stimulates you more. 

“Fuck..let me hear you..fucking soak me..” He mumbles against your skin as he starts to thrust faster and faster. Chasing his own pleasured release..

“This should feel..wrong, but it doesn’t..” you gasp, your body barely holding on. Your fingertips grip the sheets as you reach the edge. 

You’re breathless are you come. Waves of pleasure flush from your body in a sweet feeling of release. You close your eyes, no longer thinking, only feeling. Feeling every good and bad ache that rushes through your body with your release. 

Jake doesn’t stop. He whimpers as he feels you come, coating his length, wetness dropping onto the sheets, and his thighs. “This feels like me so much more to me…” he gasps before filling you up with every delicious drop of his release. 

You turn to look over your shoulder, cheeks flushed from your orgasm. You open your mouth to speak. “Jake-“

“Shh..” Jake shushes you before whispering.

“Don’t think, just feel..”

…

Jay fights to keep himself awake. He hasn’t slept since the incident. His eyelids are heavy like bricks, but he fights to keep himself conscious. He had to. He promised her he’d come back. And Jay doesn’t back out on promises. 

He trudges through the dirt and mud. Rain starts to fall. Thunder rumbles. The water soaks through his clothes, his shirt and pants clinging to every muscle and curve.

“Zone NC828. Fort Ashridge,” that’s what the soldier with the red said. The name sounds so familiar to Jay, yet he doesn’t know exactly why. But his heart drops into his stomach the minute he sees that place in the distance. 

The structure is massive, dark, and intimidating. Acres of land lined by a twelve-foot-tall barbed wire fence. Set with guards and traps. No one gets out of this place after they’re taken in. 

There are watchtowers around the perimeter, they’ve got fog lights, they’ve got guns. Twenty-four-hour personnel make sure nobody gets out. Not like many people tried. The safe zone provides a roof over your head and food on the table, and for a lot of people, that’s enough. 

There’s not much else safe about the “safe zones.” The name is ironic when you think about it. The streets are lined with drugs and trafficking. But for some, it beats fighting for a place to sleep every night.

Jay treks around the perimeter of the base. Nature is arming him with a natural shield from the rain. The storm starts to intensify, shortening the visibility of the watchtowers. 

Diesel. That sounds again. Shit. He runs, shielding himself behind a nearby tree trunk as MRAPs plow through the terrain. Taking more survivors inside the zone.

He watches over his shoulder as the soldiers and guards escort groups of survivors inside. Jay's stomach churns at the sight. And deep down, he knows. This is where they took her. He’s in the right place. 

He strips himself of his weapons, burying them in the mud right beneath the large tree. The rain was making it easier for his fingertips to dig up the earth. 

Unarmed, he slowly makes his way to the large gated door where he saw the MRAPs enter through. There are soldiers on duty everywhere. As he gets closer to the door, one catches his eye. 

That red hair. 

Jay swallows, quivering as he approaches the door, arms up in surrender. 

“Hey! You there!” He shouts. Jay realises it's the same soldier with the red hair who tried to take them both. 

“I’m not looking for trouble. I’m turning myself in.” Jay yells back. He gets closer and closer to the door. The soldier in red is still keeping his rifle pointed directly at Jay’s heart. 

“Name?” He asks bluntly, his stance still firm as Jay approaches completely unarmed.

“Jay Park..” He gasps as the soldier keeps him at gunpoint. He signals for another soldier to grab files, searching to see if his name is documented.

“Year of birth..” He says, nearly nudging him with the top of his rifle as he thoroughly questions him.

“Two Thousand And Two..” Jay mutters. 

“Take him inside..” The red haired soldier mutters before he lowers his gun, confidently striding off to let the other soldiers take care of it. Jay notices his expression as he turns to leave, its hurt, tired, done..

The other soldiers roughly drag Jay inside by the biceps. Their hands were roughly digging into his skin, wet from the rain. He's restrained and escorted down various hallways and tunnels.

The halls were filled with a variety of military personnel. All are armed, ready to take orders from their commander, no matter what they may be. Jay keeps his head down as he's escorted through a door labeled “processing room.”

The room reeks of sweat as Jay is ushered into the processing room. A man in a white lab coat and round glasses stands in the corner of the room, clipboard, and pen in hand. He doesn't even acknowledge Jay, only the cold soldiers holding him up by his weak arms.

“Civilian Male. Early-Twenties, East Asian Decent.” The man in the lab coat mumbles as he scribbles on the pages attached to the clipboard. He continues to describe him as an object being packaged and sold.

“No prior military contact, blood type unknown, 5’10” He continues to look over the paper, finishing his notes before he strides towards Jay, expression cold and lifeless.

“Wrist,” He commands lowly and deeply. Jay pauses, brow furrowing. The soldier to his left nudges his arm to comply. He twists his wrists in the restraints, letting them rest palm up.

The man grabs a device from the side of the room. Jay's eyes furrowed in confusion as he watched him step closer and closer. Without warning, the man drives the device into his wrist, burning his skin.

Jay gasps at the pain, eyes closing shut as the man pushes the device further into his wrist. He bites his lip to keep down the sounds of pain that linger in his throat.

The man pulls away with no remorse, leaving Jay's skin red and burning. He looks down, seeing the number burned into his flesh. 

“4202”

The man looks at the guards, refusing to address Jay any further. “Take civilian 4202 to the east bunker, He’ll be in room 212, You're dismissed, soldiers.” He spits out. The soldiers salute before gripping Jay, dragging him off to his new corridor.

…

Jay sits up on the cot. Neck and shoulders aching from how poorly built they are. He looks around his room. A gray, dark dorm with a set of two cots and two small desks. The windows are bolted shut with iron bars, the fluorescent lights flickering, making the room feel sterile.

He sits up in the cot letting the sheet pool at his waist, His flesh exposed as he sits in his undergarments, trying to make sense of just exactly where in the safe zone he is. His eyes glance around the room. There's another bed and desk straight across from his, a roommate?

He notices a pile of clothes on the floor, the wet ones he came in with must have been stripped from him and replaced. He slides off the cot, letting his bare feet hit the cold concrete with a shiver. He slips on the plain gray scrub set and plain white sneakers left behind for him. He glances at the number on his wrist.

“4202”

He's been reduced to a number, his heart sinks into his chest. He can only hope they haven't done the same to you.

Just as he finishes getting clothed, he hears a door handle click. The door swings open, and another male walks in. The lights flicker, lighting up the red in his hair. Jay grits his teeth as the soldier steps into the room.

“You must be hungry... I'll escort you to the dining hall.” The soldier says weakly, like he's barely got any grit left in him.

Jay follows him out the door and through the halls of the compound. The rain had stopped, leaving the unroofed areas a muddled mess. The sound of heavy boots against the floor echoes as soldiers march through the halls. Jay keeps his eyes open, looking for a sign, anything that could point to where you've been taken to.

The soldier with the red hair pushed through the halls, leading Jay down the dark, winding corridors. Jay watches, eyes narrowing. He probably knows what happened to you, but he's hesitant to trust that he'll give any information that's deemed trustworthy.

You reach the dining hall, full of armed soldiers, and civilians all dressed in the same gray uniform as him. 

“You have thirty minutes, afterwards you'll be escorted to clean up duty. Be ready.” The red-haired soldier says before leaving Jay alone in the hall.

He reluctantly falls in line, feeling weak as he can't truly remember how many days it’s been since he properly ate. The room is quiet, there's no conversation, only the sound of plates and utensils clicking together as people try to choke down the less-than-appetizing breakfast. 

He grabs a plate as he shuffles through the line still searching for any signs of you. After a few moments, his plate is loaded with rehydrated potatoes and a stale piece of bread. He checks the large clock on the wall as he scarf down the flavorless food. He quickly finishes his meal, thankful to at least have a somewhat full stomach to carry out his mission with. 

…

Cleaning duty. Jay is given a small brush and a bucket full of soap and water. The red-haired soldier leads him through the base until they reach a door locked with a code. The soldier punches in a four-digit number, and the door automatically slides open.

The next hall is different, darker, as higher-ranking sergeants and commanders stalk through the halls and weave through the rooms. 

Jay is given his first task. Scrub the blood off the floor of what appears to be an interrogation room. The soldier leaves the room, standing guard outside the door, letting Jay and the others get to work under video supervision.

Jay feels sick as he drops to his knees, seeing the traces of dried blood left on the concrete walls and floors. He reluctantly starts to scrub the floors clean. What could've possibly been done in this room? Jay wipes sweat from his brow, feeling queasy as he thinks about it.

The only noise that can be heard is the inconsistent sound of cleaning brushes against the concrete. Jay continues to endlessly scrub and scrub, his ears clicking as he hears the sound of loud boots approaching the door. 

“I was starting to think you'd never show up.” Heeseung says as he watches Jake approach him from down the hall.

“Things got messy, but that's not important,.” Jake says as he nervously adjusts his uniform. Pulling his belt back into place. It's obvious he got dressed in a hurry, his chest rising and falling like he just ran a marathon.

“What the fuck have you gotten yourself into know?” Heeseung whispers, voice still loud enough to be heard through the cracks of the metal door.

Jay slides on his knees closer to the door, pretending to scrub at the concrete floors and walls as he listens intently. Hoping to figure out any clues on where you're being held, if you're even being detained at all.

“You wont believe it if I told you..” Jake says with a weak chuckle as he turns to the side, forearm resting against the door as he whispers lowly to Heeseung. 

“Spill..” Heeseung says his eyes watching Jakes, he's known him long enough to see right through his bullshit.

“You know the girl you tased in the woods, the one who tried to run from us on our last scouting mission?” Jake says weakly as his he looks intensely at Heeseung through strands of his long dark hair.

“The quick one that's about this tall? Heeseung questions, gesturing with his hands to represent your height.

“Yeah, that one. Well, they threw her in that interrogation room and told me not to come out until I squeezed every speck of information I could out of her. They were convinced she was part of some type of rebel group, but they had the wrong girl..” Jake says, biting his lip as he thinks about you.

“And well, I fucked her, and God Hee, the sex was mind-blowing..you won't believe it, she-” 

“Hey! Hey! I don’t need to know the details..” Heeseung interrupts with a playful chuckle.

“So you’re having sex with the girl we brought in as a prisoner..now what?” Heeseung asks curiously.

“I’ve been having second thoughts about all this,” Jake says, his voice low and deep as he leans in closer. “What they commanded me to do to that innocent woman opened my eyes to what this, really is.”

“This uniform, these badges used to mean something. I used to believe what I was doing was right, but not anymore. The look on her face when she first got here, she was terrified.”

Jake pauses, sucking in a sharp breath before continuing. “I hurt her, Heeseung. Her wrists were bleeding from the handcuffs, and I just got so into being Sergeant, I hurt her.” Jake's voice trails off weakly

“I don't want to be that man anymore, I just got so trapped in the violence, this fucking cycle..” He glances into Heeseung's eyes, searching to see if he's on the same page.

“I'm done, and I want out,” Jake says without a quiver in his tone. He means it, every word.

There is a moment of silence between the two men. Jay slides closer to the door. The woman he's talking about, could it be you? His stomach churns at the thought of another man touching you, of another man hurting you.

“You're not the only one thinking of walking away,” Heeseung confesses. “I've wanted out for a while now..never told anyone, didn't want you putting a bullet through my head.” Heeseung finishes with a scoff, and he shakes his head.

“I've seen what this work, what this place does to people. We’re not noble, not valiant.. we're the opposite. And that's not how I want to be remembered.” Heeseung says his words hit Jake right in the heart.

“We take her and we run, we get out of this place and we don’t ever look back..” Jake says, his voice hoarse with intensity.

“We need a plan.” Heeseung states.

“Already working on one..” 

note: AHHH another chapter is done. I'm addicted to writing it and hope you all are enjoying it so far. I would love to know what your thoughts are so far! Things are getting darker and messier but that's how I like it. Chapter 6 will be out soon, until then, stream Bad Desire!

xoxo kate <3

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[ebonysplendor]

Fallen Devotion (DEMO) Review 🔔🏍️

TL;DR: "We're gonna be best friends forever, right?" "Mmm, I dunno. You get kind've annoying sometimes." "That was a trick question. You will literally never be rid of me. Even if I die, I'll haunt you." "All right, all right; yes, we'll be best friends forever. I was just joking lol." "Lol yeah...but I wasn't." "What? o_o" "What? :)"

Game Link: https://billetdoux.itch.io/fallen-devotion

Notable Features: Self-Insert, Yandere LI, Supernatural LI, Selectable skin tone, Selectable Pronouns, Multiple Endings Spiciness: 0/5 -- No spiciness here! unfortunately But! He does give us a little hug, which was really nice :) LI Red Flags: 1.75 / 5 -- History of stalking and kidnapping. He's not much of a threat, right now...at least towards us.

Wanna know more? Nah. Not if you aren't at least 18, you don't. Frankly, you shouldn't even be on my page, because I am no where near child friendly. Oh, you're over 18? Well shit! Let's get into it!

I was so excited about this game demo dropping. I was so excited about this game demo dropping. I was so excited about this game demo dropping. I was so excited about this game. demo. dropping. You hear me?

Like, the moment I saw the LI I was just-- those of you who have been rocking with me for a while know that I have a massive thing for alt style men, and baby, when I saw him, it was wraps. I had been crushin' on that man since I saw the initial screenshot on Tumblr.

Anyways, thirstin' aside, I'm super excited to tell you about this one, because so much went down in the demo. Now, am I gonna tell everything that went down? No. But, what I am gonna do is tell you as much as possible without ruining the game itself. Trust me; you're gonna wanna give this a try for yourself after I give you a snippet of what's going down, and bro, shit is going down.

So boom.

Our bestie -- well, ex-bestie -- is dead.

That's already a lot going on in that one sentence, right? Nah, it goes farther than this.

Basically, it started -- at least today -- from us waking up from having a dream. Actually, scratch that, because it more like a nightmare at this point, and it's happened multiple times this week alone. What makes it a nightmare, though, is that it's always about our best friend, but no longer best friend, but not because he's dead, ex-best friend.

Like always, we try to brush it off as best as we can and head into work for some much needed sense of normalcy and, frankly, some grounding. It should really be noted that these frequent nightmares are really starting to wear down on us, though. Now, why is that?

Because, now, we're starting to hallucinate -- ...lmao -- random text messages and attributing random scribbled notes to his hand writing and ish because of it. Like, we seriously thought we saw the man's bike outside of our workplace. The sleep deprivation is real, ya feel me?

"Lol, nah, that's not why. It's because you're trying to act as if the guy never even existed. Did you ever think that maybe the universe or whatever is tryna tell you something? Because, if I was him, I'd be haunting your ass. ...You look a mess by the way lmao. You own a mirror or nah?"

ಠ_ಠ

Leave it to our co-worker to be brutally honest with us. It's almost as if the comment about us clearly trying to forget our best friend, but no longer best friend, let alone non-living ex-best friend wasn't enough. Despite that though, we know that the comment is from a place of care, because we really have been trying our absolute damnedest to drown out all memories and feelings associated with our ex-bestie. It was so bad to the point where we hadn't even gone to the guy's funeral. You noticed how I haven't even told you his name? Yeah, it's that real of an issue.

Now, this whole thing escalates when these first-year college kids come in talking about something called "soul ties". We don't have anything better to do so we unintentionally but intentionally eavesdrop for plot purposes. So, uh, that whole "soul tie" thing that they were talking about? It's basically how, if someone dies and they still have some unresolved stuff from their living days, they can just kinda bunk with someone who they were close to, because, apparently, it's way easy to communicate through their dreams.

(⊙_⊙;)

Well...talk about awkward, because if that's not exactly related to what we're going through right now. Did we hallucinate that ish, too?

Just on the off chance that it wasn't a hallucination this time -- "this time" lmao -- and is one of those signs from the universe that our coworker was going on about, guess what we did when we got home? Hit up the Goo-gley. Nah, I'm kidding...well, only slightly. We actually did search it up on Google, but our laptop kind've crapped out on us, so we didn't get super far.

Actually, I lowkey lied again. See, our laptop crapping out wasn't a coincidence. As soon as our laptop went "😵", a message came up like "Always looking for answers, but never asking the source. That's crazy...". So, now, we're lowkey gaslighting ourselves because ain't no way that's real, right? But it's like...that's clearly 1000% real.

"Will you let me in...?"

(⊙⁄ ⁄ ⁄﹏ ⁄ ⁄ ⁄⊙)

...I mean, shiiiiiiit, when you look like that, I just might, ya feel me?

But should we is the question.

Friends...Squad...the demo came out so good, y'all.

Holy hell, this demo came out so. friggin'. good. I felt things. I felt emotion. I felt anticipation. I felt delulu. Like, damn, why'd our (ex) best friend have to die?! But it's like, the how? Like, ah, the drama!

But no, this really was damn good. Those of you that have been rocking with me know that I get slutty for art style and CGs -- I frickin' loved the art style. Like, it was just so visually pleasing to look at. Shit, Clive -- that was his name by the way lmao -- was visually pleasing to look at, you know what I'm saying? Like, y'all see this?

Like, disrespectfully, speak for yourself MC, because he sure as hell is my type 𖹭 ...visuals wise, at least.

Speaking of things being visually pleasing to look at, can we please talk about our coworker Dariel? Look at him!

The way that the dev drew this healthy (I think) Black man! Actual tears. I love when people draw Black people with Black hair styles. Like, that man's hair is thiquxe. That man has a dedicated wash day. That man uses gyah damn shea butter and coconut oil daily. Like, dude, fucking pop off. I always appreciate diversity in a game, especially when it's done so right.

But anyways, the pacing was phenomenal. Like, the way that it gives you just enough information and just enough "Oh, he ain't wrapped too tight" and just enough trauma and just enough drama and just enough backstory--!! The way that the dev put all of that together was so--!! Bro, I'm in love. Like, I am so excited for the rest of this game to drop. Like, yo, how far is he about to go? Because y'all don't know yet, because I didn't tell you, but like...bro, anybody would be pissed in that scenario, but it's like...Clive is a yandere LI, so that's a different type of pissed for him. What I'm basically getting at is: What is Clive Donovan -- fun fact that's his last name. I didn't know until I was tagging it lol -- capable of?

This is honestly another Perfect Love -- y'all remember that review? --scenario. I could honestly drone on and on and do an unplanned 60+ minute powerpoint presentation on this game and how much I love it, but I will spare you that. What I won't spare you is the pressure I'm applying for you to play this game for yourself. I really hope I'm not overhyping it, but I thought it was really, really, really good, and I am excited for you to experience that for yourself; I need you to experience that for yourself. I mean, the link is right here. Just give it a little clicky click. Hell, while you're there, tell the dev "Hey. There was some chick on the internet foaming at the mouth over this game. I now understand. You're really good at doing the thing, so...keep doing the thing!". Monetary support is always appreciated as well, so if you're in the place to do so, give them that extra "Thank you".

That's not really all from me, because, like I said, I could keep going, but I'm going to stop it there. Highly suggested to give this game a try, but remember, it's just a demo. Don't get invested to the point where you wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night and start obsessively checking the dev page every 2 hours for an update...I'm totally not speaking from experience, by the way. That'd be...silly. ...ANYWAYS!

Here's the link to the game once again, here's a link to the dev's tumblr page, and, dude, biggest preesh for getting this far, because I do tend to yap a lot. I'm glad you stuck it out with me, and we could hang out for a bit.

Please, remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

Bro, Clive really does look good, like I want him to wife me up so bad...

Fallen Devotion (Demo)

Dev's Tumblr

[corroded-hellfire]

Hi hi I hope you are doing amazing 💕💕

All I have been thinking about is Eddie doing his "nightly routine" with reader

I hope you enjoy this little fluffy blurb 🩷

Words: 1k

Eddie tries not to show exactly how excited he is that you’re spending the night for the first time. You’re excited as well, but Eddie is doing his best to keep it cool. The thought of falling asleep and waking up next to you has kept a permanent smile on his face the whole day. But when the two of you start to get ready for bed, Eddie finds something else he enjoys about having you in his home. 

Blue toothbrush in hand, Eddie squeezes out the white minty paste from the tube. As you slip into the bathroom behind him, his eyes dart up to the mirror to watch you make your way to the other side of his body. One of your hands holds the bristles of your purple toothbrush under the water as the other waits palm up, patiently waiting for your boyfriend to hand over the Crest. 

The two of you brush your teeth side by side and it has Eddie grinning around his brush. There’s nothing romantic or particularly special about the moment, but it’s so domestic. Just the two of you, silent except for the scrubbing of your teeth. Eddie’s suddenly sure this is how he wants to brush for the rest of his life. 

He leans in towards the sink to spit out the mouthful of suds, and with your free hand you hold some of his curls back, so they don’t get caught in the way. After Eddie’s rinsed and spit, it’s your turn. The cheeky man takes advantage of you slightly bending at the waist to playfully slap your ass. A shriek squeaks out of you and the purple toothbrush falls from your hand and lands in the sink with a clatter. A low rumble of laughter reverberates behind you while you rinse your mouth out. Standing up, you spin to face him with a playful glare.

“That’s not fair,” you say.

“And why’s that?” Eddie asks.

“Because,” you answer, yanking the hand towel from the rack behind him, “I didn’t get to touch your ass.”

Eddie holds his hands up and turns so his back is towards you. “Touch away, gorgeous.”

“I need both hands to wash my face; gimme a second.”

“Mmm,” Eddie hums and leans against the doorframe. He crosses his arms over his chest as he watches you pop the cap of your face wash. The way your facial expressions change as you rub the foamy cleanser into your skin has him grinning. Every time he thinks you can’t get any cuter, you prove him wrong. His adoring gaze never leaves you as you rinse your face and pat it dry with the towel. You hang the towel back up and turn to face him.

“Okay,” you say with a deep breath. “I’m ready for your ass.”

Eddie laughs and flicks the bathroom light off before slowly walking backwards into the hallway.

“Come and get me then,” he goads. There’s no hesitation as you lunge at him and chase him down the hall, into his bedroom. Both of you laugh as he stops short and you collide with his back, but steady yourself by wrapping your arms around his middle and letting him anchor you. 

“Baaabe,” Eddie mock whines, “I gotta get dressed for bed.”

“Oh please,” you scoff. “We both know all you wear to bed is your boxers. So, strip for me, handsome.”

“Can’t. Breathe,” Eddie gasps as you slightly tighten your arms around him.

“So dramatic.” You press a kiss to the back of his shoulder before letting go. 

Eddie whips his t-shirt off and tosses it in the general direction of his hamper. The black jeans are the next to go and you manage to give his ass a good squeeze before he plops himself down on his bed. 

“First one’s free. Second one will cost you.” Eddie lounges back on the bed and laces his fingers behind his head. 

“What’s the price to grab my boyfriend’s ass again?” 

“Now I want a strip show,” he says, smirk settled on his lips. 

Rolling your eyes at the fact that he hardly gave you a show at all, you acquiesce and rock your hips back and forth as you slip off your shirt. Eddie’s eyebrows raise as the smile grows on his face. Next, come your jeans and when you slip your bra off, he’s practically drooling. 

“Does that earn me the right to touch that sexy butt of yours now?” you ask.

“Baby, you know you can touch me anywhere at any time.” Eddie throws you a wink and you blow him a kiss before walking over and pulling one of his t-shirts out of a drawer. You shrug on the Megadeth tee on your way to the bed. Large, calloused hands grip your hips once you’re close enough, and he pulls your body down on top of his. 

“Hi,” you murmur as you look up at him. 

“Hi.” He leans down and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. The mango scent of your face wash and the mint of the toothpaste flood his senses as he holds you even closer. “I like having you here with me.”

“Me too.” 

Scooting off of Eddie’s body, you lay down next to him and cuddle up to his side. With an over-dramatic groan, he reaches over and clicks off the lamp. Relaxing back against you, Eddie tugs the blankets over you both. Your eyes drift closed, and he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Tired?” he whispers.

“A little. Mostly just comfortable. Love when you hold me.”

Eddie’s thumb and forefinger tilt your chin up so he can press his lips against yours. 

“Me too, sweetheart.”

“You tired?” 

“Kinda,” he says.

“Too tired to have a little fun?” Even in the dim lighting Eddie can see the suggestive smirk on your lips.

He chuckles and slips his hands up beneath the sides of your shirt.

“Never too tired for that, baby.”

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Shells

Chapter Five

Kim Hongjoong x fem reader

a/n: i know i said DJANGO chap two would be next but i've wrote over five thousand words for it and lost the train of thought and wraaaaa 😭 a/n2: EVERYBODY STAY CALM OKAY EVERYBODY STAY CAAAAALM I COULDNT HOLD MYSELF BACK ANYMORE OKAY IM SORRRRY

"For now, he's content to just press his body onto yours and cage you in the nest he made just for you."

Shells Masterlist

✫彡wordcount: 2.7k

♡'･ᴗ･'♡(✯◡✯)genre: yandere, fantasy, smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents(chapter specific): wet dreams, masturbation, mutual masterbation(?), somnophilia technically, no actual smut, more plot development mwhahaha

Shells tags: @ddaeing @the-flavour-of-deaths-ass @wnewoo @catwhisk @silentcry329 @dear-dreamie @atinycafe @is4b3ll3s s @stvrfir3

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

The nest is so warm. It feels safe as the thunder rumbles seemingly nonstop. His arms are wrapped around you tightly and squeezing you close protectively as he hears your heart thud in your chest. "Are you scared of the storm, My Precious?"

      A soft nod is his only response, a whimper pressing past your lips as a particularly loud crack of thunder echoes in the cave. "Don't worry, Joongie will protect you." His hand softly rub your stomach and trail down to your bare thighs.

    When did you take your clothes off?

      His hands are so warm and calming as he caresses every inch of skin he can reach before one finally lands on your epicenter. He cups your heat warmly and moans into your ear as he grinds onto your hip, whispering obscenities about how well you'll take his cock one day soon.

     He kneads your plush flesh in his hand for a moment, seemingly basking in the feeling of your juices wetting his palm before he pulls away and crawls down your body, his eyes trained to you like the predator that he is- shining darkly as his scales flush a bright red that rivals his hair. "Will you let me?" He croons deeply as he comes face to face with your wetness.

    "Mmm please, Joongie," your soft moan wakes him with a start, eyes flicking black as he searches the den for any potential danger.

     "Precious? Are you quite alright?" He whispers as he curls closer to you, feeling your head and frowning deeply as he feels your heated skin.

   Is your fever back so soon? It's been three days since your first dosage and you've been fine. Why all of the sudden should you be s-

    "Nngh," another moan stops all of his movements, frozen like a statue as he catches a glimpse of your hips rolling subconsciously. He backs up and off of your body, forcing himself to ignore the small whimper that leaves you as he heat disappears.

    You've got his, and now your, favorite blanket balled up and pressed between your thighs, moving your hips lazily for any kind of friction. "Like that," you purr subconsciously, and that's all it takes for all of his blood to rush downwards, a raging hard on in his sleep shorts in a second flat as his eyes flick up to your blissfully unaware face.

    Your jaw is slightly agape, eyebrows furrowed together as you hump your hips upward clumsily.

     "Oh sweet Huntress," he curses under his breath, slapping a hand over his mouth to cover any noises you may have caught over the storm outside.

   He backs away further, pressing himself to the cool rock wall. He doesn't want you to wake up and think he was the cause of whatever clearly wet dream you're having. And, Gods, is it wet.

     His blackened eyes are trained on the small patch that you rub your core on over and over. You've soaked through the shorts that he made for you to sleep in and are smearing your eagerness on his blanket with continued soft moans trilling off of your tongue.

     He's just about to get up to relieve his hardness elsewhere for your own modesty, knowing full well you can't control this dream your having and knowing even more that if you ever ever knew he had jacked off beside you that he would never so much as get an innocent smile thrown his way.

   But then?

   "Oh, Joongie," it trails off your lips and causes a pang of arousal to hit his gut roughly, biting into his hand with his own sharp teeth as his tip leaks into his shorts.

    Is this his own dream. His mate having a wet dream about him is his wet dream? There's no way. No way.

    "Fuck harder, Hong," you slur and stammer in your sleep, and he has to free himself of his fabrics immediately. Gone is any of his modesty or care for yours. If you're having a wet dream about him, he can just say he had one about you. That's what he's making himself believe is happening even.

     The electric spark he feels when you roll and hike your knee up on his thigh assures him that it's real, however. That he, in fact, is not having the best dream of his life.

    But he chooses to ignore that as he slowly strokes his girth. You look so delicate and beautiful as you smoosh your head deeper into the nest that smells like your mate. He matches his strokes to the way your hips swirl and grind as deep into the balled up blanket as possible. Your body must still be processing his bite too fast. Your horniness is exactly what he was feeling since he bit you, and what he would expect of you in a few weeks if you had been taking his bite normally.

    But he isn't complaining, he's thanking the Huntress as one of your hands seeks out his body heat subconsciously and grips onto his thigh, digging your nails into his skin. "Mate," the word that rumbles off your trembling lips nearly has him cumming on the spot. Five days in, and he's never so much as heard you utter the word besides with disgust. But this time- oh this time. It's laced with honey and desperation and a passion he's never heard from you.

     "Mate," he whispers back as he fists his length roughly, biting his lip to hold back the growls he so badly wants to let out, afraid that he'll wake you before either of you have a chance to relieve the build up of intense hormones that come with the bite he left on your neck.

    He feels an immense amount of guilt for watching you in such a vulnerable state without your expressed permission, but he'll be damned if he lets the opportunity slip away. You'll never know, and he'll never tell. But that doesn't stop his from feeling a bit guilty. What does stop him- what washes away all doubt of his actions is when you lay flat on your stomach and reach your hand under yourself, into your shorts.

     The smell of your sweet, sweet aroma finally hits him full force and he paints his stomach white with his own pleasure, a quiet growl that he can't hold back ripping out of his clenched teeth.

     And even in his pleasure induced delirium, he doesn't dare miss the way that your body seizes up and the wet patch in your shorts grows tenfold before you slump to the warmth of the nest and nuzzle his pillow with a delicate whine.

     "Hongjoong," you murmur through you deep breaths, clearly spent from your unconscious release. He tucks himself back into his own shorts and wipes his stomach on a spare piece of fabric before curling up ontop of you and holding you close securely, ignoring the way that he's still hard. It will go away on its own.

     He's taken more than what you would give in your waking state and for now, he's content to just press his body onto yours and cage you in the nest that he made just for you.

-

     You wake with a newfound pep in your step, metaphorically of course: because Hongjoong refuses to get off of his place on your back for a few hours. He trills happily and holds you close tightly, clicking in the language you don't understand.

   Unbeknownst to you, he's confessing his sins with that sickly sweet tone and bright smile that has you holding back a smile of your own. He tells you exactly what happened with a smile on his face even though he feels like collapsing in on himself a tiny bit. Just to get it off of his chest.

    You fail to notice your dried up arousal until you get up and skip to the separate room to relieve your bladder, and then you're staring down at it dumbfounded. The splash of the water outside of the room lets you know he's gone for a bit.

      He told you, thankfully in the language you understand, that he had some matters to attend to with the tribe.

   So you waited for a few minutes to make sure he's truly gone off before you run out in one of your new outfits that he tailored for you in the past days, diving into the nest and shoving your soiled shorts to the bottom of the thick pile of fabrics.

    You also fail to notice that you had shoved it right next to the rag Hongjoong used to clean himself up, copying his exact shameful actions as you tried to hide the evidence of last night's subconscious rendezvous.

     You don't remember exactly what had happened in your dream, but you do remember that it made you want to kiss him when you woke up. And that fact scares you.

So, you distract yourself with the chest of goodies he gifted you on that second day before all hell broke loose. With your ever growing collection of shells, a small knife, and the wires from a discarded ball gown, you sit down by the fire to work: listening to the storm rolling outside.

-

Hongjoong pushes his way all the way to the front of the crowd and up to the small throne, sitting himself down next to the smaller, empty chair.

"Begin." Is all he clicks. And nobody makes a move.

Annoyance is clear on his face as he scans the people, and it's not hard for them to tell that it's because he had to leave you. He's nearly bouncing to get back to your den, and he doesn't try to hide the fact.

"Today!"

One of the lower ranked sirens swims forward and refuses to look up as he communicates in a quiet voice, "Sir, a few of us had heard of your mate's condition. And we were con-"

"Unless you are going to pray for her speedy recovery and wish us luck, I don't want to hear it. Save your breath."

"Sir, we heard you're treating her with Tophra..."

"That we are. Is there a problem?"

"I thought that it was outlawed because of la-"

"It is. Nobody else is to use it. We used it to save your future den mother, does that fact bother you so much, Minjae?"

"No, Sir. We're concerned for her, is all."

"Don't be. Yunho knows what he's doing and so do I." His dismissive tone makes the young siren realize that their cause will be going no where, so he slides back into his place amongst his brothers and gives Angel a sad glance from across the room.

"Next matter of business?"

-

     "Of all the comrades that e'er I had...They're sorry for my going away," your voice echoes in the quiet den, loud enough that it drowns out the rippling of the water as the top of Hongjoongs head emerges. His brown eyes shimmering and scales on his face a light pink as his ears twitch, focusing in on your voice.

    "And all the sweethearts that e'er I had, they'd wish me one more day to stay..." Although the treatment had stabilized your hormones and slowed the progression of you accepting his bite, it hadn't fought off all of your symptoms. Just the most painful ones.

     You sang. Very much, and very well. The past three days in the den have been filled with soft lullabies that you remembered from your childhood. More often than not luring you and Hongjoong both to sleep.

      You nested- scraps of fabric that he insisted were useless after he finished fixing a garment to fit you, you padded your sleeping area with even more- even if they did little to nothing. Sleeping deeper into the morning despite the fact that you were an early riser back home.

Your bones ached when you were away from him for too long, growing cold and tired on your lonesome.

And above all, you slowly began accepted him as your mate. Though you still preferred the words 'My Hongjoong' instead. Mate sounded too primal.

"So fill to me, the parting glass... Good night and joy be with you all. Good night an- JESUS!" You yelp as he hops out of the water noisily, shorts already on. You hold your project to your chest and muster up a glare to throw his way, only met with a cheeky smile as he joins your side by the fire. He begins skinning an unfamiliar animal, his smile unwavering.

You flatten out your hand over your DIY secretively, which gains a peek from him. "What's that?" You both ask simultaneously, a smile pulling at your lips as he chuckles.

"A secret. What's that?" You turn your body to keep working on it as he works on what is clearly dinner.

"A mammal," he explains shortly, smirk tugging at his lips as he moves to look over your shoulder- pushed away as you place your palm to his forehead and push him back. He laughs and leaves you to it, "okay then, Precious."

You both work separately until he taps your back, a wooden plate of food ready for you to share. "One more minute." You stick your tongue out in concentration, jumping slightly when he places his palm flat on your back and rubs gently.

"Your food will get cold," he pouts and he rests his head on your back, humming softly as he listens to your heart.

"I'm almost..... done!" You turn with your hands cupped together, hiding your project effectively. "Close your eyes," you blush softly as he looks at you with wide and sparkling eyes.

"It's for me?" He asks as he complies, listening to your movements closely as you crawl behind him and latch something onto his neck loosely.

"For you," you whisper as you give into your strange urges and hug him from behind, stroking his bare chest softly, "open."

His eyes flick down to the loose necklace in a millisecond flat, tears welling up as he sees the dark green shell he gifted you on your first night in his care. It's surrounded by littler ones of various colors and shapes, all dangling by his heart. "You-"

    "Mhm, I made it for you. I want you to wear it."

    You don't know the effect that your words have on him. Gifting is a way of courting in his world, and accepting is a way of also accepting the person. This is the first time you've gifted him something, and it's handmade of all the things you've accepted from him.

    "You don't have to but I pricked myself quite a few times so I'd ap-"

    "I'll wear it. I'll wear it every day, I'll never take it off!" His eagerness makes you laugh. A soft and comfortable sound that he cherishes, he gets to hear it so rarely. "I want t-" He cuts himself off as he runs his finger tips on the shells.

     "Hm?" You rest your chin over his shoulder and peek at him, a gently smile on your lips- which he seems to be zeroed in on, his eyes slowly darkening. You let go of him and back away slowly, lowering your eyes.

   "Kiss you." His short, broken, sentence makes you look up as he approaches: slotting himself between your legs and pressing his chest to yours and pushing you down to the cool floor, the necklace resting between you. "Mate."

    "Hongjoong-"

    "Mate. Kiss you," he pants as he rests his forehead on yours, his next word a desperate and drawn out whine, "please?"

    Your head moves to nod, and not even a fraction of the way there his lips are collided with yours as a feral groan rips through his throat. His hands grip at your cheeks, holding your face close to his as yours wrap up in his damp hair. A collection of clicks and purrs come from him as you moan into him softly. He just feels so right. His lips. His warmth. His love. It all feels right now.

He wants to hold you and never let go, but he remembers that you still have to breathe more than he does and pulls away from your lips just enough to let you inhale deeply- still ghosting over your soft skin. "Hongjoong," you coo softly, grabbing one of his hands and blowing on his palm, making him shiver with pleasure as your name shows up once again.

"My (Y/n), I'll always wear your shells."

-

[its-in-the-woods]

Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 11

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here , five here, six here, seven here, eight here,nine here, ten here

master list

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating/Warning:  As always minor get out. Like why are you even here leave. Very domestic, lots of fluff, established relationship, some anxiety, shower sex, P in V, Oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, marking, biting, possessiveness, slight sub/dom if you squint, cleaning, idk look I am tired and trying..

Synopsis: Updated synopsis, Travelling down to LA for the first time on Red Eye, you're both tired and a shower leads to some exploration.

Note: These are going to be spacd out going further as I have a fallout AU I want to start releasing. But these will still be coming out every 2-3 days <3 Thank you for all the love and support it's greatly appreciated!

The airport was somewhat quiet, the perks of taking a red-eye flight. The week had been a blur, Liz had resigned Wednesday leaving them to try and pick up the pieces. It meant a lot of early mornings late nights and meetings with production to try and make sure the end of filming went smoothly. No one batted an eye when you and Walton would hold hands on set. Or steal kisses in between trailers. It was nice to not have to hide things. Even though it seemed like everyone had known about the relationship long before you’d said much. From what you'd heard Walton never shut up about you. The thought made you flush, he'd taken to hanging out at your place. Making sure you actually consumed something besides coffee and whatever craft services had cooked up. 

Waking up next to him would never get old. He would often keep you snuggled in most mornings, playing with your hair, talking about people he had met. One evening you'd fallen asleep listening to him read one of the novels he had. There was a night he'd paced around your room spouting off lines as you plug info into your laptop. He had a heck of time sitting still, always moving and wiggling. 

You'd seen a few people watch the two of you move through the airport. It was a strange feeling always being watched. Security had recognized Walt asking for a photo which he happily obliged to. You’d snapped a couple of photos and then continued to your gate. The two of you tucked yourselves a good distance from everyone. Walton’s hand rested on your knee as his eyes moved over the sparsely filled space.

“Are you excited to see the city?” He asks, fingers playing along the inner seam of your pants. 

“Yes, I haven't traveled in a while. Little nervous,” You say, hand laying on top of his as you lean your head against his shoulder. 

“I'll get you used to traveling. Have a few places in mind we could go to.” He smiles, kissing the top of your head.

“Mmm, what plans do you have for us?” You reply, watching as a woman walks by for the third time. 

“Think maybe South America, I've always wanted to explore Peru, go south to Chili, see where it takes us. Go hike up the mountains, explore the jungles, and lie on beaches. Where no one will know us, just the two of us some good drinks and long nights.” He winked at you. 

“Going to sweep me off my feet, go on a grand adventure,” You tease, your hand dragging his up your thigh. 

He looks down at where his hand is situated, licking his lips before looking back up at you. 

“Oh, I am gonna take you on adventures, baby,” That southern drawl dripping out as he traces small circles over your inner thigh.

You let your hand slide along his pant leg, eyes still fixed on his face. Watching his cheeks turn pink. “So many promises, Mr. Goggins.” 

He grins leaning in to kiss you, his hands cupping your cheeks. You kiss him back leaning over the seat divider, you nip at his lips wanting access. Walton pulls away shaking his head.

“Gonna have to wait till we get home,” His voice is thick as he looks at you. 

You groan shifting in the chair, feeling yourself get hot as you rock slightly. “That is an awfully long time to have me wait. Don’t want to join the mile-high club.”

A chuckle escapes from him as he continues to rub at your leg, “I don’t know about you but those bathrooms are a lot smaller than they make them in the movies.”

“Well could always have a little nap,” You sigh resting your head on his shoulder. “Got to make sure I can keep up to my old man.”

“Hold on a second, who are you calling old? Pretty sure you were the one drooling in the car over here.” He poked at you, his hand grabbing at your pants.

“Cause I didn’t pass out in my trailer at lunch,” You jest, returning the squeeze.

“I am pretty sure you could have come over,” He grins standing up as the flight attendant calls for them.

“Kristy was having a breakdown, pretty sure she’d have quit if I hadn’t come to help.” You state as you walk up with your ticket on your phone.

The flight attendant blushes slightly when you walk up with Walton, she fumbles with the scanner slightly, apologizing several times. Walton assures her it’s fine and runs a hand over your waist. Her eyes looked between the two of you before handing you back your phones.  The two of you walk down the walkway to your plane, his hand firmly around your waist as he lead you into your seats.

“Oh, this is nice,” You state, first-class seats, enough legroom you could easily stretch out. Bags tucked away you settle in, the week seeming to catch up to you now that you’re finally on the plane. 

“Want to make sure you were comfy,” He says, getting himself settled beside you, lifting the armrest out of the way so he can drag you close to him. 

“You seem awfully possessive tonight,” You whisper in his ear as you slide up next to him.

“Got to make sure everyone knows that the pretty lady is mine,” He whispers back, voice so low that only you could hear. 

You can’t help leaning in to kiss him again, you loved kissing him. “Didn’t take you for the jealous type. Then again the number of bruises I have may have been an indication.”

Walton shifted in his seat, watching as the few remaining passengers boarded. “You interested in getting a few more marks added to that collection you have.”

You go pink and turn your face into his neck failing to hide the flush. Things had been pretty vanilla still besides the marking, but you knew he had plans for this weekend. What those plans were he wouldn’t tell you, but he had hinted that Saturday and Sunday were for you two to explore new things together. Then Monday and Tuesday would be spent going to various interviews and keeping him company. You had to stop yourself from wondering if you’d be able to walk on Monday if the ‘vanilla’ sex was any indication you were in for a ride. 

***

You woke to Walton kissing the top of your fingers, you had fallen asleep on the short journey to LA. The plane was unloading and a car was waiting for you both. The night sky was ablaze with city lights for as far as you could see in either direction. The airport was surprisingly full of people moving in and out. The one nice thing was everyone was way too busy to pay attention to you. 

Awake now as the car took you through the city, the lanes on the highways were insane, and you wondered how anyone could even drive there. You travel through the various streets and highways that would have you yelling at google maps. You finally pull up to his place, it’s sat back on the streets, with a tasteful rock garden out front. The driver drops you both off, helping to unload your bags into the house. It was beautifully decorated, with large windmill palms in the front entry, and several skylights to let in the sun. The walls are filled with tasteful artwork, it's a barrage of colors as you get into the living room. A patterned soft with a velvety green rug, one wall lined with heavy wooden bookcases full of books. You can see how each piece is something he picked out and has a story for each. You pause looking out to the backyard, a covered pool shaded by various trees. The place was glorious, elegant, and at the same time so him. You feel fingers twining with yours, turning to follow him down the hallway. Big wood doors open into a large bedroom. The bed is a simple navy bedcover with several large pillows, a wood headboard, two side tables everything matching, and plush carpet squishing under your toes. You tuck your suitcase against one of the walls, the far wall is all windows leading into the backyard. Turning all the way around you can see an open entrance to a large bathroom. 

Walton comes up behind you and wraps you up in his arms “Not too shabby hey?”

“It’s beautiful, can tell you put a lot of love into this place.” You say with a small smile, leaning against him, eyes closing as you just let yourself relax. It was nearly three in the morning and you desperately needed to sleep. But also the gross feeling from travel made your skin feel tacky. 

“Shower,” Walt, asked unwrapping himself from you, his hands pulling his shirt over his head. 

“I would love that, I always feel sort of gross after traveling,” You reply, as both of you strip out of clothes, you grab your toiletry bag out of your suitcase and follow him. A large deep tub was set against one side, and an equally large glass shower was at the foot. Walton dug out some towels, turning on the water. 

You couldn’t really remember the last time you’d been comfortable being completely naked with someone else in the room, besides during sex. A creeping realization that you had never really been in a ‘long term’ relationship. You’d dated and flirted, but nothing like this. This right here was so new, it froze you in place watching the man completely bare move around the space like he was clothed on a set.

“You alright, darling,” Walton asks moving over to you, your eyes watching how his skin moved, the way his hands came up to rest gently on your hips.

You had long since given up trying to hide anything from him, the man saw through your bullshit like he could read minds, “I’ve never been with someone like this.” Your cheeks grow hot as he watches you,  “I’ve never been in a long-term relationship.” 

The words hanging in the air for a moment, Walton pulling you closer to him tipping your head up to look at him. He leaned down and kissed you, the two of you standing chest to chest. Space cool and warm at the same time as he held you close. It was so strangely intimate and soft. Gooseflesh rippled over you as you just took in the moment. 

He pulls away just enough that you can both speak. “I couldn’t be happier, that you are comfortable here. But. Let’s not forget it’s 3 am, and I have several ideas for tomorrow that will not be half as fun if you’re exhausted.”

You smile snuggling against him, “Why do you always make sense?”

“Cause, I am wise beyond my years,” He scoffed leading you into the hot water, the water feeling incredibly comforting for a change.  

You lean into the water letting it flow over your body, his hands reaching out with soap to start cleaning you. Taking his time to wash your legs, and feet, scrolling up under your ass, and hands staying there a little longer which made you wiggle. He came up over your back, spinning you to face him, his eyes watching the water go down over your breast and stomach. Your eyes doing the same, his hair is wet and disheveled in his head, droplets following the expanse of his chest down along his abdomen. You lick your lips leaning down to lick from the middle of his abs up in between his pectoral muscles. Eyes looking up at his, the way his lids drooped eyes darkening. It doesn’t stop him, continuing to drag the soap over your stomach, under your armpits, breast fingers brushing against your nipples which make them perk up. You grab the soap from him turning him so he is more under the water, and you treat him to the same treatment he gave you. You stop, moving to drop to your knees, but his hand wraps around your waist and drags you up. 

“We need sleep first,” He says, but you can feel his cock poking against your abdomen. You can’t help reaching forward fingers sliding over the soft but hard skin.

You watch him swallow, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, as you work your hand up and down his shaft. A small hitch in his breath as his head tips up, you grin knowing you’ve won this battle. You let yourself slide down he moves so that you aren’t going to drown under the water. Licking your lips you keep your hand moving, you drag it out slightly, his eyes following you. Mouth parted slightly, delicious groans coming out, you look back down to where your hand is. You open your mouth and lean forward licking along the slit, his hands running into your hair, swirling your tongue under the head before sucking at it. The wide head and shaft fill your mouth as you do your best to take him all the way in. Breathing through your nose you hum at the salty musky flavor, holding yourself there until his fingers grip your hair. 

One hand resting on his hips, the other finding its way between your legs, you suck in through your nose and swallow. Getting a lovely echoing moan from the man above you. His hands gripping the side of your head adjusting your pace. You can feel between your folds how wet you are. Looking up at him his head tipped back as his hips move. You still yourself letting him use your mouth, he doesn’t push all the way pulling back when he feels you gag. You aren’t having it grabbing at his hips and pushing yourself down until your nose touches his stomach. Throat pulsing at the head as you do your best to fight your gag reflex. A stream of curses comes out a his thrust picks up speed, one of his hands coming to cup under your chin so he can feel himself going in and out. 

Pulling you off, you groan rocking against your hand as he pops out of your mouth. He motions you to stand and you comply, strong hands guiding you up to your feet. His mouth slammed against yours kissing you deeply, before he turned around, pushing your legs apart and tipping you over. Your hands catch you as you lean against the glass, water running over your back. His fingers push their way into your cunt, the quickness sending a small jolt of pain down you, keening as he thrust in and out quickly. Fingers were replaced soon with the tip of his cock. You rock back on your heels standing on tips so that it can slide in. Filling you up in ways that make you whine. 

His hips snap in and out of you with a fast pace that makes you feel almost dizzy as you try to keep yourself up, his hands gripped onto your hips tight enough that there will be bruises. He lets go briefly only to rub at your aching clit. Whimpering at the strain of keeping yourself on tiptoe and the punishing pace making you dizzy. The pressure on your clit having you right there. 

“Oh god, don’t stop,” You whimper, free arm tipping you up so that his cock changes his angle. Stars blind you as you climax, his fingers not stopping the movements around your bud, and your legs are shaking. He goes to pull out, but you’re grabbing him holding him there. His hips stutter until he pushes in holding you tight against him. You groan as you feel him filling you up, your breath caught in your throat as you go near limp. The water of the shower started to feel cool. He slips himself out, fingers running over your now aching hole. You move to stand but the day has finally caught up to you, he easily holds you up. Angling the shower to clean both of you of your excursion. 

“You just had to push my buttons,” He grins at you helping you out of the shower and wrapping you up in a fluffy towel. 

“Didn’t seem to mind,” You grin, eyelids heavy as you flop yourself down onto the bed. 

He humms his approval getting you under the covers before he snuggles up against you. 

“You better not complain tomorrow about being sore,” He pokes, letting himself slide in so he can rest his head against your chest. Your hand tucks under him running through the mess of wet hair. 

“No, complaints,” Your free hand making a cross over your heart. He chuckles kissing at an old bruise.

“Get some sleep,” He grumbles hand wrapped around your waist. 

Chap Twelve here

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