#TO FEEL THE WARMTH FILL YOUR MOUTH AND RUN OVER EVEN AS YOU DRINK DEEP

[sebille]

Maybe we could turn dreams into reality and you could give him a little neck bite? Just for fun? Nothing weird or anything of course.......

[hauntsect]

The way this just made me think of Hyles...

[killerpancakeburger]

Sleeping Beauty

Gif by @no-one-fights-alone

SUMMARY: The sleeping beauty is Soap hehe. You weren't supposed to fall asleep in the rec room, but you did. When you emerge, there's someone snoozing in your lap.

PAIRING: Soap x f!Reader

TAGS: Fluff, first kiss, confessions, light/non graphic smut: dirty talk, friction, Clingy!Soap, Civilian!Reader, Smitten!Soap AND Smitten!Reader. Part of the Moaning and Blushing Soap Agenda.

WORDS COUNT: 1.8k

A/N: My thanks to the fanartists who draw Soap alseep, giving me inspiration :') been obsessed with this piece.

It was never your intention to doze off on the rec room's couch.

However, the combination of the coziness of the sofa, the bone-deep tiredness you accumulated over the work week, and the delicious warmth radiating from Soap's body eventually defeated you. The rowdy Sergeant  had always displayed a tactile kind of friendliness, but lately he was glued to you, downright clingy. 

Another person would have been irritated by this behavior quickly enough - his teammates from the 141 made it pretty clear, teasing him frequently about it, and jokingly pitying you. Nonetheless, you didn’t mind, at least outside of the bursts of heat that would overrun your face from time to time. Just when you thought you were used to him, one brush of his fingertips or one gaze from his piercing blue eyes would revive the fire in your blood. 

But just like with most things, you couldn’t say no to Johnny. Not to mention, you were seriously touch-starved; had been your whole life, to be honest. To have someone apparently addicted to the feel of your skin was like a heaven-sent gift.

This was how you ended up sitting way too close to him on the couch, thighs touching, his burly arm thrown carelessly on the backrest behind you, as the task force was enjoying some TV before heading to bed. Between vaguely paying attention to the movie, keeping up with the guys’ conversation, and fighting your own mind to forbid it from obsessing over how burning his leg felt against yours despite the barrier of your respective jeans, you were plenty busy. At least until you fell asleep without realizing.

Filled with confusion, you sluggishly blink at the half-light illuminating you. The lights have been switched off, but the TV provides enough brightness for you to figure out your surroundings. The room is silent and empty, save for the murmur emitted by the television, and your lap feels strangely heavy.

You lower your eyes to figure out that mystery, and immediately supress a yelp of surprise by pressing your hand against your mouth.

John Mactavish in the flesh is right there, sleeping like a baby. 

You can’t help but drink in this one-of-a-kind sight; you've never seen him asleep before. Never contemplated him looking so peaceful, so tranquil. There's an inherent vulnerability that comes with catching him sleeping. 

He's laying on his stomach, the side of his face pressed against your thigh, grabbing it with one hand. The way his cheek is squished by your leg is both funny and adorable. Low but regular snores escape his parted lips.

His mohawk is as ruffled as hair that short can be, and now that you’re observing it, you’re tempted to stroke it, to find out whether it is as soft as its owner. You ponder over that dilemma for a minute, biting your lip, before giving into temptation. Tentatively ruffling the top of it at first, terrified of waking him up, you gain in confidence as his hair proves to be delightfully smooth. You run your hand through the strands carefully, your touch as delicate as possible, removing some stray locks from his forehead as you go.

Eventually you stop, taking in the room around you, and thinking about how this situation can’t last. Soap really needs to reach his bed. You peek at him again.

There's a self-indulging part of you that very much desires to let him sleep, keep him in your lap and stare at him for hours. With how heavy he feels, you’re not sure you could get up even if you wanted to.

“Why'd ye stop?” he rasps, voice made hoarse by drowsiness, tone surprisingly whiny.

You barely stifle a screech, completely taken aback by his awakening.

He shoots you a look so indignant, you'd think you woke him up at 3 a.m with a bucket of ice-cold water. That, or he's a petulant child you’re waking up for school.

“Sorry…?”

Why you are apologizing, you don't even know. His expression somehow manages to make you feel guilty, so you lift your hand and caress his hair again. 

His eyes instantly close at the contact, like a cat. A pleased, satisfied “Mmmh” leaves him, as a deep rumble escapes his torso, like a purr. A blissful smile stretches his lips, sending a pang to your chest.

“Soap.”

“...”

“Johnny.”

“Mmh?”

“You need to get to your own bed.”

“Nooooo.”

He proceeds to turn his head and bury his face in your lap. Next thing you know, the hand squeezing your thigh releases you, only to sneak behind your back and grab your waist. The other slides under your legs to seize your knee.

You end up well and truly trapped in his grip.

“M great ‘ere.” he retorts, muffled by your body.

His hot breath sends tingles over your skin, and the motion of his lips against your pants provokes a throbbing between your thighs. You feel your cheeks’ temperature rise dangerously. The fact that you two are alone together is both a blessing and a curse. You’re going to give Gaz and Ghost a piece of your mind for abandoning you like that.

“Soap,” you sigh, trying your best to sound unaffected, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You can’t stay here all night.”

“Can't I?” 

The cheekiness in his voice manages to be both irritating and arousing.

“John Mactavish,” you scold, attempting to sound menacing.

“Could spend tha whole night between yer thighs, bonnie.”

Yep, that's it, your entire face is on fire. He's never been so forward before; your chest feels like it's about to burst.

Unfortunately for Johnny, your annoyance exceeds your embarrassment. This explains why your next course of action is to take hold of his mohawk and yank. 

Face finally unsticking from you, he lets out a noise that's half a grunt, half a moan, and fully obscene.

Astounded, turned on, and just a bit sheepish, you stare at him in bewildered silence as he returns your gaze, cerulean eyes wide, cheekbones and the tips of his ears bright red.

You only meant to remove him from your lap - cross your heart and hope to die. And roughen him up a little in the process as payback, but that was counting on the fact that his pain tolerance must be way beyond the average mortal's.

As you stay frozen in place, he pounces. Next thing you know, he got you pinned against the backrest, hands on each side of your head, hovering over your lap.

“Can I kiss ye?”

His voice suddenly turned so husky that the question comes out more like a growl than anything else.

“W-what?” you stutter, convinced you heard him wrong.

“Can I kiss ye? Please?” he insists, pouting.

The “please” has the effect of a punch in your sternum.

“I… you… uh.. “

His face is way too close to yours, his gaze way too intense for you to do anything else but combust on the spot.

“We shouldn't”, you mumble, looking anywhere but at him.

“Aye we can, fraternization is authorized between military and office personnel.”

That has the merit to make you look back at him, eyes wide in surprise.

“How do you..?”

“Ah checked”, he asserts like it's evident.

“You're really putting me on the spot…”

You pivot your head to the right to relieve yourself from his piercing blue eyes. That doesn't seem to deter him at all, however, as he presses his forehead against your temple.

“Well, ye tend tae run away when ah flirt wi’ ye…”

His lips brush against your cheek as he talks.

“So really, this is all yer fault. Yankin’ mah hair like that-”

“MY fault!? You’re the clingy bastard who stuck his face into my lap-”

Outraged, you face him abruptly. He must have predicted your reaction because he backed away enough to avoid a headbutt.

“Very nice lap.”

The compliment leaves you unimpressed.

“Not really,” you correct automatically, your self-consciousness deeply ingrained.

He doesn't lose his smug smirk at that.

“Oh? Need me tae demonstrate?”

His hand leaves the backrest and slips between the sofa and your leg. He grabs your thigh and lifts it slightly, then slowly trails the tips of two fingers from the edge of your ass until the back of your knee, sending suggestive tickles all over your lower body.

You stare in anticipation, voice stuck somewhere in your throat.

“Bonnie? Ah'm not hearin’ a no, but ah'm not hearin’ a yes either-”

“Yes,” you murmur.

He tilts his head questioningly, smile teasing.

“Wha’ was that? Didn’t catch-”

“I said yes, you-,” you assert, riled again, loud enough that he cannot pretend to have missed it.

His mouth presses against yours almost immediately, so eager that your back hits the backrest. You close your eyes and interlace your fingers behind his neck.

His hands feel everywhere at once, like he can’t get enough of you. As for you, the accumulation of sensations threatens to overwhelm you, so you clench your hands into fists to hold on, one desperately clutching the other's wrist.

Lost in his embrace, you forget yourself. At the feeling of his muscular thigh between your legs, you grind against it thoughtlessly.

Soap reacts instantly, abandoning your lips for a moment, despite you chasing after his.

“Humpin’ my leg, ae? Ye naughty girl… ah can give ye so much better than mah leg.”

Regardless of his comment, he pushes back against your crotch.

“But if that's what ye want… ah'll give ye anythin’. Everythin’ ye want, baby. Ah'll be so good to ye, promise.”

The sweet vows falling from his filthy mouth makes you hang onto him tighter, as if you were trying to fusionate your two bodies.

“...Everything,” you reply softly after kissing him some more.

“Wha…?”

Taking Johnny by surprise is not something that you manage often. But oh, how the view is worth it.

He withdrews a bit, face flushed, mowhawk tousled, gaping, eyebrows lightly frowned in incomprehension.

“What if I want everything? All of you?” 

You cup his cheek affectionately. Your own boldness surprises you, but this whole situation feels like a dream anyway - maybe it is one -, so you might as well make the best of it. Soap has never been one to be stingy with compliments, so the least you can do is return the favor.

“You're amazing, Soap. You’re so brave, and smart, strong, selfless, and goodhearted, caring… and you have the prettiest eyes I've ever - mmh.”

He seemed pretty captivated by your words, listening religiously, until something snapped and he crushed his lips against yours.

After making you dizzy, he releases you, beaming. You remember hearing Price calling him “sunshine”. He's always been luminous, but now he's downright blinding.

“I love ye. IloveyeIloveyeIloveye.”

He chants fervently while covering your face in ardent kisses.

“Ye don't have tae say it back,” he adds hastily afterwards, like distressed he'd scare you away.

“Ye don't have tae say anythin. Ah just… can’t contain it anymore…”

“I love you too,” you cut in.

The words came out more easily than you expected. Almost naturally. It makes sense in a way - you’ve been enamored for a while after all.

You two seal your mutual confessions with an enthousiastic kiss.

BLOOPERS

[nadvs]

Can you write a lil blurb about rafe fucking reader in head lock I remember someone requested before but I can’t find it

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18+

Friends with benefits would be too generous a term. Rafe is nowhere near a friend. When you’re not naked together, your breath on his neck while he’s buried deep inside you, you hardly even look at each other.

And you like it that way. The only thing you two have in common is how much you like being tangled up in one another, roughly panting through orgasms. You don’t need to get along. Not when the sex is this good.

It’s a typical summer night on the north side of the island. Music throbs through the massive beach house, throngs of people talking and drinking and dancing around you.

You’re with your friends when a guy approaches you, making a playful comment about what you’re drinking.

Rafe watches from the other side of the room. When you laugh at something he says to you, jealousy twists in his stomach.

He can’t handle witnessing this for very long before he approaches you, wrapping his hand around your forearm, leaning to speak into your ear.

“Let’s go,” Rafe mumbles, his deep voice hitting you at your core.

You flash a polite smile to the stranger trying to hit on you before letting Rafe lead you out of the crowd.

It’s not the first time he’s pulling you out of a party to fuck you. Excitement bubbles in you as he manhandles you into a bathroom, locking the door behind you, and pushes up against your back.

You meet Rafe’s blue eyes in the mirror as he stands behind you, feeling him grind against you. You watch the reflection of his hands dragging up your body to squeeze your tits.

“I was in the middle of a conversation,” you tease. He grips tighter, making you gasp in anticipation.

“You think I give a fuck?” Rafe asks, pushing his growing cock against your ass.

You bite your lip as he shifts to bunch up the fabric of your skirt and pull your panties down.

Rafe sighs a breath of relief into your ear as he runs his fingers over the warmth between your legs. He shuffles to unzip his pants and pull himself out of his boxers.

When his tip pushes against your entrance, a moan spills from your mouth.

“You wanna go back to your little conversation now?” Rafe taunts. He sinks another inch into you, urging you to lean forward and arch your back.

“No,” you whisper. He huffs a gratified chuckle as his hand wraps against the back of your neck, forcing you to bend over even more. Your breath fogs on the mirror as you press your trembling hands down.

Rafe shoves his full length into you, his body flush against yours, the cold countertop hard on your hips. The sound of your pounding heart mixes with the dampened music and overlapping chatter on the other side of the door.

His firm arms wrap around your head. He boxes you in, completely constricting you, as he starts to thrash into you. With every pump, his hold on you tightens. His pace is frenzied and desperate.

He rides the power trip of having you like this. Minutes ago, you were entertaining some moron, but he’s balls deep in you right now, reminding you who you really belong to.

You look into the mirror, the way your body jolts with every slam, the way his lips are parted, the way his face is contorted in an expression that tells you he has a point to prove.

When he’s in this state, you know he’s only chasing his own pleasure, so you dip a hand between your legs to touch yourself while he plunges in and out of you.

You meet his reflected eyes and his forearm presses against your throat in the headlock he has you in.

“I own you,” he grunts. You nod in desperation. In these sinful, heated moments, he possesses you completely.

Rafe’s hips stutter as he reaches his peak, nearly cutting off your airway as he cums deep inside you. Your orgasm rushes through your body seconds later, filling you with euphoria.

Once he releases you, you’re gasping for air. His dimples cave into his cheeks as he smiles in sick satisfaction, buttoning his jeans back up behind you.

“Go back to him if you want to so bad,” he tells you. He meets your gaze in the mirror. “While you talk to him, you can think about how it’s my cum dripping out of you.”

Rafe leaves you bent over and breathless, staring at your own fucked out expression. It always ends this way. And you know you’ll let him do it again and again and again.

[ponderingmoonlight]

I Love You When I Drink Champagne

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,1k

Synopsis: In the late hours, with champagne in hand, Gojo’s teasing fades into something deeper. Beneath city lights and whispered confessions, you begin to wonder if his midnight promises mean more than he’ll ever admit in daylight.

Warnings: honestly none, this is pure fluff and ✨aesthetic✨ lol, it's getting a little heated y'all, you NEED to listen to the song that inspired this while reading I'm begging you guys

Inspired by I love you when I drink champagne by Eric Christian

It starts with the champagne. Always the champagne, the delicate pop of the cork that seems to echo across the room, as though announcing his arrival even when he’s already leaning against the doorframe, all tall and confident with that infuriating smirk you can feel even with your back turned.

The night is quieter than usual, just you, him, and the glow of the city filtering in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his apartment.

“Satoru,” you murmur, looking over your shoulder as he brings two glasses, the golden bubbles within catching the light like little stars.

He holds a glass out to you, eyebrows raised in that mischievous way that always makes your chest tighten.

“Wouldn’t want you to miss out on celebrating the small moments,” he comments, voice light, almost teasing.

You take the glass, but the moment your fingers brush his, a shiver runs down your spine. There's a warmth in his eyes tonight that feels... different, somehow softer, though his gaze is still as intent as ever. It’s almost as if he can see through you, right to where your heartbeat is pounding.

“You know, Satoru,”, the words spilling out before you can stop them,

“I feel like I’m always celebrating when I’m with you.”

There’s a brief flicker of surprise in his gaze before it’s replaced with something darker, a gleam that sharpens the lines of his jaw. He takes a sip of his champagne, eyes never leaving yours, and you feel the weight of that stare, like it’s made of silk and shadows, wrapping around you.

“Is that so?” he murmurs, his voice a bit deeper, a bit closer.

“Then let’s make it worth celebrating.”

Before you can respond, he steps closer, his body radiating warmth that seems to mix with the champagne already making your cheeks flush. The air is thick, charged, and you realize you’re holding your breath as he leans down, his lips just inches from yours. His scent, a heady blend of something musky and dangerously intoxicating, fills your senses, making you dizzy.

“You know what’s funny?” he whispers, his breath ghosting over your lips, making them tingle.

“I think I’m starting to fall for you, every single time we do this.”

Your heart stumbles over itself, and you can barely bring yourself to breathe, let alone speak.

“You say that… but every time we drink, you say things like this. And then the next day, you act like nothing happened.”

He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that makes something twist inside you, tight and needy.

“You know I don’t just say things, sweetheart. Not to you.”

And then he closes the gap, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that’s both gentle and possessive, like he’s savoring the taste of you, as if he’s been waiting for this moment. It’s soft, at first. Too soft. But you feel the tension in him, in the grip of his hands on your waist, pulling you close until there’s nothing left between you but heat and the intoxicating scent of champagne.

You melt into him, letting the spark between you flare hotter, brighter, as his hands slide up your sides, tracing a path that leaves your skin tingling beneath the thin fabric of your black dress. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes darker, more intense.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs, his voice rough with restraint.

But you can’t. You don’t want to. Instead, you let out a soft, breathless laugh, shaking your head.

“It’s not like you already know the answer.”

That’s all it takes. His mouth is on yours again, deeper this time, his hands moving with an urgency that has you arching into him, craving more of his touch, of the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters. Your champagne glass is forgotten, left abandoned on the table as you run your hands through his hair, feeling the silky strands slip between your fingers.

He presses you back against the cool glass of the window, the city lights sprawling out below as he kisses a path down your jaw, his lips tracing fire along your skin. His breath is hot, ragged, his hands roaming with a roughness that has you gasping, aching for more. His teeth graze your neck, sending a sharp thrill through you, and you can feel his smile against your skin, his satisfaction at each shiver he pulls from you.

Your hands move over his chest, feeling the warmth radiating through his shirt, and you can’t help but trace the hard fibres of muscle beneath your fingertips. His breath hitches, and he captures your mouth again, hungrier this time, his kiss leaving you dizzy, your thoughts hazy and wrapped in a fog of desire.

“Tell me you want this. Tell me this isn’t just the champagne.”

You meet his gaze, the weight of his words sinking into you, grounding you in the reality of this moment. Oh, it’s always in the champagne. It’s always when your heart wins over and you let yourself fall back into his arms each and every night just to act like strangers the next morning.

“I want this,” you say, your voice barely more than a whisper, but he hears it, and the look in his eyes softens just enough to make your heart ache.

“It’s never just the champagne for me. Not with you.”

The answer seems to set something free inside him, and his hands find the hem of your dress, sliding beneath it to brush against the bare skin of your thigh, sending a shiver up your spine. His fingers are warm, firm, as he trails them slowly, teasingly higher, his gaze locked on yours as if daring you to look away.

But you can’t. You’re completely intoxicated, caught in the fire between you, in the way he’s watching you, as though you’re something he’s longed for, waited for. His hands are everywhere: on your waist, your hips, pulling you closer, deeper, until you’re lost in him, your breaths mingling, your bodies moving in sync, pressed together in a way that feels both thrillingly new and achingly familiar.

It’s only when you’re completely tangled together, breathless and flushed, that he pulls back, just enough to brush his thumb over your lips, his eyes soft, almost vulnerable.

“I don’t just love you when I drink champagne, you know,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible, his gaze searching yours.

“I think I love you all the time. Even when I pretend not to.”

Your heart skips a beat, the words sinking in slowly, warming you from the inside out. And in that moment, you know he means it - know that this is more than just a moment, more than just the champagne.

Satoru Gojo tells the truth.

And as his lips find yours once more, you realize that, maybe, you’ve been falling for him all along too.

His lips press against yours with renewed purpose, pulling you under, deeper into the whirlwind of his warmth. Your heart beats in time with his, the rhythm echoing in the hush of the room. You’re tangled in each other, fingers slipping beneath layers of fabric, hands exploring the expanses of skin that you’d only dared to imagine touching before the sun set.

Satoru’s fingers trace slow, teasing paths up your thigh, each touch sparking a blaze in your skin, making you arch into him, craving more. The coolness of the window against your back only heightens the warmth of his touch, his mouth moving along your jaw, down the curve of your neck, as if he can’t get enough. His lips, his tongue, the scrape of his teeth - they drive you to the edge, leaving you breathless and wanting.

“Are you sure about this?” he murmurs, his voice thick with restraint.

“Because if you tell me to stop, I will.”

But there’s no hesitation in you, not with the way his touch has unraveled you, his words making promises that hang heavily in the air. You reach for him, your fingers sliding through his hair, tugging just enough to make him gasp, his eyes darkening as they meet yours.

“I don’t want you to stop, Satoru,” you whisper, breathless.

 “Not tonight.”

That’s all it takes. His hands move with renewed urgency, his mouth capturing yours again, rougher this time, hungry in a way that speaks of all the times he’s held back, of all the moments he’s wanted this but held himself back. It’s like a dam has broken between you, and you’re swept away in the torrent of him, of his desire, of the fire that’s been simmering between you, now roaring to life.

His hands slide beneath your dress, fingers grazing the bare skin of your thighs, higher and higher, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His touch is firm, assured, yet gentle, as though he’s savoring every inch of you, memorizing the feel of you beneath his hands.

When he finally lifts you, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and he presses you back against the cool glass, his body a solid weight against you, grounding you even as you feel like you’re flying. His mouth finds yours again, his kisses a blend of sweetness and heat, of promises and desire, and you lose yourself in him, in the way he’s touching you, holding you.

The sound of your soft gasps fills the room, mingling with his own ragged breaths, creating a rhythm that feels as ancient as it is intoxicating. You feel his hands slide along your sides, lifting your dress higher, his fingers splayed possessively over your hips as he pulls you closer, as if he’s afraid to let you go. His breath is hot against your skin as he murmurs your name, each syllable laced with longing, with need.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, his voice rough, raw, as he looks at you with a reverence that makes your heart stutter, that makes you feel like you’re the only thing in his world.

“Satoru…”

Your voice is a soft gasp, barely more than a whisper, but it’s enough to send a shiver through him, his eyes darkening as he watches you, his gaze intense, focused, as though he’s trying to commit every detail to memory.

You’re barely aware of anything else. The city lights outside, the distant hum of the world beyond his apartment - everything fades away until it’s just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, in the warmth of his body against yours, in the taste of his kisses, the feel of his hands on your skin.

You sink into him, letting the last of your reservations slip away, trusting him to catch you, to hold you. And he does, his arms strong and steady as he pulls you close, his touch tender even in its urgency, his kisses a silent promise, a vow that he’s yours, that this moment, this night, is only the beginning.

By the time dawn begins to spill through the windows, casting soft hues of gold and pink across his skin, you’re tangled in each other, his arms wrapped around you, his heartbeat a soothing rhythm beneath your cheek. The quiet is peaceful, almost surreal, as if you’ve entered a dream that neither of you want to wake from.

He shifts slightly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your shoulder, his gaze soft as he watches you.

“You know, I meant what I said. This isn’t just the champagne talking”, he repeats all over again.

You smile, brushing a kiss to his shoulder, feeling the warmth of him beneath your lips, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

“I know. And I told you I feel the same way”, you whisper back, your fingers lacing through his.

For the first time, there’s no teasing smirk, no playful glint in his eyes. He just holds you, his expression open, vulnerable, and you realize that, for all his strength, he’s put his heart in your hands. And you hold it gently, knowing that this is the start of something you both know you’ve been waiting for all along.

And as you drift off to sleep, his arms wrapped around you, you can’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, you’ve finally found where you belong.

And maybe tomorrow morning will be different from all those countless mornings the bedsheet was already cold next to you.

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[mykneeshurt]

Pride

Thank you to @ave661 for the eye candy

Price x AFAB!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, daddy kink, praise kink, semi-public sex, p in v, oral f receiving, oral m receiving, unprotected sex

Reader is early 30s Price is 38 … though in my mind he’s 100% 45 lmao man radiates dilf energy

This isn’t proof read … I love chaos

It’s started as a joke, a tongue in cheek joke aimed towards you Captain over some celebratory drinks in the local pub. It had been a hard mission, alcohol was a must after what you’d been through as a team. It was the middle of December, fairy lights hung above the bar as a roaring fire lit up the snug corner of the pub.

Drinks were flowing, the atmosphere was cosy and conversation was easy. You were sat in the middle of your Captain and your Lieutenant. Their wide bodies crowded you in the booth as you relaxed into the warmth of their firm muscles. As you were drinking Gaz came running up to the table ‘right, I’m off.’ He had a smirk on his face as he downed the last of his pint, noticing a woman stood by the door you threw him a wink ‘she’s very pretty Gaz. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.’

Soon after Johnny slipped away, telling you he was meeting up with an old friend. Even your stoic Lieutenant had been making eyes at a lucky woman at the bar. Turning to your Captain, your head swimming in alcohol you pouted at him. ‘What’s the matter cap? Worried you’re a bit too old for these spring chickens in here?’ You smiled as you said it, rubbing your tongue over your teeth.

‘Careful love’ he growled, just low enough so only you could hear, ‘could teach you a thing or two yanno.’ You scoffed rolling your eyes, you dropped your eyes to his lips as you bit yours softly. ‘An old man like you? What would you know about pleasing a woman?’

And that’s exactly how you ended up in the back of his car, laid out, bottom half bare as he ran his tongue up and down your cunt. You gripped the leather seats as his tongue swirled around your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure to sent jolts of electricity through your body.

Your sweet moans filled the car as Price inhaled them like the very oxygen he needed to survive. Arching your hips into him you craved more. He was holding back. ‘John … please’ you begged as you gripped his arm. ‘What’s the matter? Old man too much for you?’ He questioned, his deep blue eyes fixated on your glowing body. ‘Feels so good John, don’t stop.’

With your permission he grazed your slit with his thick fingers, gathering your arousal. The sound was sinful. You bit your lip as he gently pushed into you, stretching your hole as you gasped for breath. You couldn’t see it, but he had one hell of a smug grin over his face. If it was one thing the Captain took pride in? It was how he could fuck.

He picked up his pace as he slowly added a second finger, stretching you further. He watched as his fingers moved in and out of your glistening hole, conducting a chorus of gasps and moans from your lips. He kept thrusting his fingers, watching your body writhe from pleasure. Your chest heaving and panting, your eyes screwed shut as you clenched your thighs around him.

‘Pretty little thing ain’t you?’ He cooed, before adding his thumb to your swollen bundle of nerves. A sharp gasp left your lips at the sudden intrusion. ‘Shit, oh my god’ you whimpered, burying your face into the leather seat. He leant over you, still keeping his punishing pace, lips hovering just above yours. ‘Not god love, just John.’

Feeling you begin to clench around his fingers he replaced his thumb with his mouth. Nipping, sucking and licking your clit, pushing you further and further to the brink of your orgasm. A string of incoherent words emerged from your throat as you threw your head back. ‘That’s it, give it to me love’ he whispered against your cunt, his beard tickling your sensitive skin.

Pushing your fingers through his hair you gripped it, pulling his face further into your aching pussy. He smiled against your folds savouring your arousal on his tongue. Your orgasm rushed over you in a tidal wave of unbridled pleasure. Completely blinded by your orgasm you hadn’t realised what you’d moaned.

Opening your eyes you saw Price staring down at you, a devilish glint in his eye. ‘Daddy huh?’ Oh god no. You didn’t realise you’d said it. He nuzzled into your neck nipping it softly between his teeth ‘mmm let daddy show you how well he can fuck eh?’ It was a growl, a low rumble from the depths of his chest.

He pulled you up onto his lap as he kissed you, his arms wrapped around you as he cupped your head into his. The kiss was messy and desperate, tongues fighting for control amongst the mass of teeth and lips. Rolling your hips into him you felt his hard cock against your core. ‘Fuck me John, now’ you demanded. Never being one to say no he quickly pulled out his cock and lined himself up.

You sank down onto his cock, both gasping as he filled your hole. He gripped your hips and began guiding you, rolling you back and forth as you covered his cock with your arousal. ‘Keep goin love, just like that … pussys so good’ he praised. He licked his lips as you began bouncing, wrapping your arms around his neck you nipped his bottom lip.

The windows were steamed up, the car filled with the sound of skin on skin, your pussy being filled and fucked. But the good Captain wanted more, wanted to show you how good he really was. In a swift motion he placed you face down on the back seat, instinctively you arched your hips up to meet him. He slipped back into your cunt, both of you gasping once more.

You pushed back into him as he began to thrust, gripping both your hips he slammed into you. A truly punishing pace, his cock felt so good as it ground against your core. He let out deep satisfied moans as he fucked you from behind. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling completely cock drunk. ‘Oh fuck daddy!’ You wailed as you scrambled to grip onto the leather seat, his pace was unrelenting. ‘That’s right’ he growled, ‘let daddy take this of this pussy.’

Spanking your ass he watched as the muscle juggled with each thrust. His eyes glued to the shape of your body beneath him, he snaked his hand into your hair. Pulling you backward causing your to arch your back further, your tits bounced each time he slammed into your pussy. ‘Oh fuck, right there, right there daddy’ you spat through gritted teeth.

‘Good girl, takin’ this cock so well.’ The praise drove you wild, it was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Your skin felt like it was on fire, he rubbed your back, each fibre of your being lit up as he caressed you. ‘More daddy please, please please please’ you muttered, it was almost like a mantra. He spanked you again ‘little whore cock drunk already? Daddy’s doin a good job huh?’ He groaned under his breath.

You felt yourself tighten against his cock, ‘fuck fuck fuck, gonna cum’ you said, your voice strained from pure pleasure and desire. He dropped his hand from your waist to your clit, toying with it between his fingers. Daring you to come on his cock, pushing you further and further. He couldn’t not make you come again, his pride wouldn’t let him. He needed to hear your pretty little moans again, feel your cunt constrict around his cock.

Your jaw went slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you pushed your forehead into the seat beneath you. No sound came from your mouth as your orgasm ripped through you. John wasn’t too far behind, he pulled out and flipped you over, shoving his cock down your throat. You gagged around him as he came down your throat. Looking up at him through hooded lids, tears stung the corners of your eyes as you swallowed.

Whispered grunts and whimpers fell from his lips as his cock pulsated in your mouth. Your sweet saliva coating the entire length of his sensitive shaft. He offered you a warm smile as he pulled out, tracing your jaw with his thumb. ‘Now. What do you say to daddy?’

With a content sigh you licked your lips as you grazed his muscular thigh with your nails. ‘Mmm thank you.’

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Taglist - @luminousbeings-crudematter @griffmors

I low key hate this lmfao daddy kink makes me shudder but it fit - thank you to @johnnytavish who suggested the daddy kink lmao

[emosmut]

his touch p1.5 (tw)

୨୧ ryomen sukuna (true form) ༝ y/n

mdni — 18+ con

Sukuna doesn’t waste time, hastily standing and stripping away his kimono. You watch him, admiring his large build, his four muscular arms and the tattoos that decorate his beautiful, inhuman body.

He stands tall, his hardened cock slightly swaying as he kicks away his clothing. His red eyes find yours as he grabs his dick and slowly strokes it. “Come here,” he says impatiently, pointing at the edge of the bed in front of him with a free hand.

Excitement prickles your spine as you crawl towards him, sitting on your knees. His cock sits in front of your face; thick and lengthy, veins complimenting the peachy color.

You gaze up at him, his eyes filled with unforgiving desire. A hand finds your face. “Make yourself useful,” he says, his hand slipping to the back of your head. You lean forward, licking the tip of his dick softly and bringing your eyes to his before hungrily taking what you can into your mouth.

Sukuna’s head falls back, followed by a soft groan. Your tongue runs over the bumps and the grooves of his cock, taking in the taste of his skin and the scent of his manhood. You press your lips around what you could fit of his shaft, pushing and swirling your tongue.

He pulls your head closer, more of his cock pushing deeper into your mouth. You close your eyes and stifle a gag, letting out a choked whimper. He begins to thrust slowly, holding the tip of his cock at the back of your throat a little longer each push. Saliva builds up around your mouth, dripping down your chin as it escapes with every thrust.

“I’m going to break you,” he groans in a heavy and low voice. He’s staring down at you, his eyes hardened with lust. Tingles wash over your body, the heat of his words making you feel weak with need.

His hand knots into your hair, pulling you from him, forcing your face upwards to look at him. He leans down, his eyes staring right into yours. Your faces are just centimeters apart, his warm breath feels cold against your wet lips.

“I want to break you,” he says. “I want you to be nothing but a shell.”

You let out an involuntary soft breath, the butterflies intensifying as hot, tingling sensation courses over you. You lay back, Sukuna grabbing your ankles and pulling the lower half of your body closer to the edge of the bed and spreading your legs.

He positions himself between your legs, the tip of his dick greedily pushing its way into you. Sukuna slowly presses his hips into you, burrowing his length into your warmth.

He groans, closing his eyes and leaning onto you, resting his forehead on yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you indulge in the fullness his cock, the aching of your walls desperately trying to adjust to his size.

Your moans grow louder as his thrusting picks up, lust taking over your bodies. Never ending waves of pleasure ring through you. Your sensitive skin prickles with electricity, making you feel more alive than ever.

He slams into you, grunting as he takes deep stroking thrusts. His breathing is hot and heavy, brushing against your skin. Pressure builds up inside you, demanding its way out. Your pussy pushes back against Sukuna’s cock, only encouraging faster thrusts. Your arms tighten around his neck, your fingertips pressing into his skin.

“Oh no,” you whimper, your eyes fluttering open and closed as your body gives in to the haziness. The pressure bursts, your moans caving inward as ecstasy rushes over you. Juices squirt from your hole with every thrust, making even more of a mess with the splashing. He pulls out as you go limp and release him from your hold.

“Done so soon?” Sukuna sneers. “I don’t think so.”

His thumb traces your slippery clit, a twisted smile on his face. You breathe out a moan, drinking in every slow circle he makes. Round and round, the sticky, sweet sensations seep into your skin and poison your body whole.

He presses his cock back into you, making your insides shiver in pleasure. Your clit feels hot under his touch, intensity increasing as his cock pushes against your walls. He brings a hand to your throat, squeezing softly.

Your helpless moans cause him to smile again, his heavy breathing exposing his fanged teeth.

“I don’t know what I like more,” he groans, hardening his deep thrusts with each word. “The sound of the dying taking their last breath or your pathetic moans of pleasure.”

The words burn into you, heat welling up in your body. The familiar tingling starts to creep up as his words only accelerate the build up.

“Oh, Sukuna,” you moan, bringing your hands to his wrist. “Please.. I—”

Your clit gives in, the climax wrapping you in its warmth. Your eyes roll back, stillness setting in as his pounding sends you into an orgasmic shock. His grip around your throat tightens as his thrusts become faster, his seething grunts becoming more and more animalistic.

You struggle for breaths as the pressure builds up inside you again. Your hands tighten around his wrist as your eyes close, your body dissolving into the throbbing void of euphoria.

Sukuna gives a final thrust, slamming into you as cum squirts from his cock. He groans softly, his breathing heavy. He releases his grip from your throat as his dick twitches inside you, letting every drop spill into you before pulling out.

He falls beside you, his arms wrapping around your body, pulling you close to him. Your uncomfortably sticky bodies press against each other.

Closing your eyes, you rest your head against him and get lost in the warmth of his skin and the tightness of his hold.

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Heloooo!

I'm really happy I found your blog we need more male reader writers🫶🥲

I'm here to request a oneshot for Tyrion Lannister from game of thrones who is very close friends with the reader (ftm or not your choice) but he slowly starts realizing he feels more than friendship towards him.

Like the reader is Tyrions gay awakening if you will😌

Love what you do, you're doing a great job lots of love💖

Beneath the Shadows of Kings

Pairing : Tyrion Lannister x Male reader Tags: Getting together, Fluff, Friends to lovers Word count : 923 Y/n: Your name  L/n: your last name

The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the dimly lit chamber, where Tyrion Lannister sat hunched over his small writing desk, quill poised in hand. The scratch of ink on parchment was a familiar sound, but tonight, it felt insufficient to distract his restless thoughts. He missed Y/N —his laughter, his insight, the way he  brought light into the dreary halls..

Their  friendship had blossomed in this dark place, forged in shared wit and mutual understanding. Y/N  had been a source of strength for Tyrion during his darkest days, a friend who saw beyond the legacy of a Lannister name. Y/N  had listened to his countless tales, never judging, never looking down on him. Rather, He encouraged him, making him feel seen in a way that few others did.

On this particular evening, he had requested the other man's  company after a taxing day filled with political manoeuvrings and veiled threats. He often found solace in Y/N presence, but tonight, as he waited for his to arrive, a different kind of tension filled the air—one he couldn’t quite place.

The door creaked open, interrupting his thoughts. There Y/N stood, an inviting smile lighting up his face, eyes shimmering with a warmth that always made him feel at home. "I thought you were going to drown yourself in ink tonight, my lord,” Y/N teased, stepping into the room.

“Ah, but the ink has a tendency to run dry, unlike the conversation with a good friend,” Tyrion replied with a smirk, setting the quill aside. He motioned for Y/N  to sit on the chair opposite him. “But I suppose I have some red wine nearby. Perhaps that would be a better companion for our evening?”

Y/N  settled into the chair, his presence filling the room with an energy that Tyrion relished. “You know I wouldn’t argue against a glass or two of your finest,” Y/N said playfully, and Tyrion scoffed, pouring a generous amount into two goblets.

They clinked together, and They  both brought their goblets to their lips, drinking deeply, a silent toast to camaraderie shared amidst a brutal world.

As the wine flowed, so too did the conversation—stories of their past adventures, shared laughter, and subtle glances that lingered just a moment too long. The way Y/N  spoke, His hands gesturing in wide arcs, his expressions shifting from mirth to earnestness—it struck something deep within Tyrion.

“This world is a cruel and senseless place, isn’t it?” Y/N mused, his tone reflecting on the darker sides of politics. “But amidst that chaos, we endure, we find joy in small things, like...” His voice trailed off as his gaze caught Tyrion's It was a simple silence, yet it resounded louder than the words that often peppered their conversations.

Tyrion found himself lost in those eyes. They were like pools of endless possibility—a light amid the darkness. He realised in that moment that his feelings had shifted, deepened in ways he couldn’t yet fully comprehend. The laughter they shared now felt laced with something greater, something that tethered his heart to Y/N.

"You are a rare light in this dismal place," he finally said, his voice softer, the words almost a confession. "More precious than gold or title."

Y/N tilted his head, the corners of his mouth curling into a soft smile, and the warmth his  presence brought ignited something deep inside him—something frightening yet intoxicating.

“Isn’t that what friends are for?” Y/N  replied gently, but Tyrion could sense the way the other man’s pulse quickened, the way his breath hitched ever so slightly.

“No, it’s more than that,” he pressed, leaning forward, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken tension. “You’ve become… integral to my life. Someone I rely on, someone I want at my side, not just as a friend, but as something more.”

Y/N expression shifted, surprise momentarily flickering across his face, quickly replaced by understanding. “Tyrion...” he began, but Tyrion cut him off.

“Please, allow me this—these feelings, they’ve been gathering like storm clouds in my heart,” he confessed, his voice trembling, raw with sincerity. “I’ve tried to ignore them, buried them beneath laughter and jest, but I cannot anymore. You are more than a friend to me; you are…”

His voice faltered. The silence swelled like the tide, pulling him closer to the edge of vulnerability. Y/N took a deep breath, and then, to Tyrion’s surprise, Y/N reached across the table, his fingers brushing lightly against the dwarfs .

“I feel it too,” Y/N whispered, eyes shining with a mix of emotion that resonated with him. “But in a world like this… could we…?”

“Could we dare?” Tyrion finished, a spark of hope igniting between them . “I have long been a fool in my life; I will not be a fool where my heart is concerned.”

In the flickering candlelight, with the shadows of kings looming just outside yet feeling far away, Y/N leaned closer, his warmth enveloping Tyrion. “Then let’s not be fools together,” Y/N said softly, His lips curving into a smile that spoke of possibility.

Time seemed to freeze as Tyrion closed the distance between them, and in that moment, amidst the chaos of the world outside, they both took the first steps into uncharted territory together.

As Their lips met, all political alliances and family expectations faded into the background, leaving only the promise of what could be, a bond forged not merely from friendship, but something richer, more profound.

[mythicamagic]

Slow Dance: a Sylus oneshot

Summary: “It's not like you to drink alone though, sweetie,” his rich cadence purred above her ear. “Usually we'd have something together.”

She huffed. “I felt like raiding your wine cellar, is that a problem?”

“In what world would it be?” a smirk could be heard in his voice.

Rated T

Short fluffy oneshot for @nebuchadnezzar

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The beat was a slow, lulling tune that wrapped her in a relaxed embrace. Lazy yet tantalizing like the flow of wine traveling through her system, warming whenever it touched.

The luxuriously furnished room held a sole occupant tonight. Instead of its owner, a decorated Hunter swayed in place. She took another sip of her wine, humming, rocking her hips slowly to the beat while tiredly watching Sylus’ record player as the disk spun and spun. The minutes had crawled into hours, and there was only so many times she could play Rock, Paper, Scissors with Mephisto before it got old.

It wasn’t as though they’d had plans or anything. She’d dropped by unannounced and found the place empty, but he knew to expect her in the evenings. The hour now approached midnight, and the moment she’d begun to feel cold and foolish in her deep red silk slip, she’d reached for the Romanée-Conti.

“I see you started without me.”

The muscles automatically tensed in her lower spine, before she relaxed. Sensing him approach from behind, she kept her gaze forward and continued swaying, taking another swig. 

Her hand was seized the moment she lowered her glass. Warmth pressed against her back. His free hand came into view, resting on the deep black shelf before her. The wine glass was tipped a little for him to inspect, swirling the red liquid around inside. 

“It's not like you to drink alone though, sweetie,” his rich cadence purred above her ear. “Usually we'd have something together.”

She huffed. “I felt like raiding your wine cellar, is that a problem?”

“In what world would it be?” a smirk could be heard in his voice.

Though he caged her, his grip on the glass fell away to her hip, allowing her to keep swaying. She set the wine down and turned in his embrace, sliding one arm up to perch on Sylus’ shoulder as they mock danced, gently moving their bodies in sync. She kept her gaze low, pretending to be enamored with his mouth. Her freehand carefully skimmed his waist, moving to roam the expanse of his back. No wounds there either, but the scent of gunshots filled her nose.

His lips lost the amused tug at the corner, downturning slightly. “Were you worried?”

She laughed, moving her attention to the lights above his head. “Only a prized idiot would worry about the leader of Onychinus after agreeing to be with him. You're going to get shot at and come home late sometimes, it's nothing unexpected. Nothing to…make a fuss over.”

Sylus’ calloused palm brushed her cheek, and she fought the urge to lean into it, inwardly sighing as he grasped her chin and forced their eyes to meet. He smiled slightly, wrapping his arm more snugly aroundher waist and back as they swayed like they were back at the auction where they’d first danced. 

“I suppose so. But, hm…turning that around, I know of a woman very dear to me, who runs around as one of Linkon’s Hunters. She faces fearsome Wanders all day, and she’s very strong. Comes back battered and bruised for her cause. She’s reckless too. Self righteous. She’d foolishly sacrifice herself to save others.”

Opening her mouth to argue, she stilled when his thumb brushed her mouth and he leaned in close, swallowing her in his shadow. “I still worry about her, despite knowing the type of woman I signed up for. I guess that makes me a prized fool too.”

Stupidly, tears actually stung her eyes. Her mouth pressed into a thin, grim line, stubbornly holding them back as heat flooded her cheeks. She grabbed him by the collar in an effort to distract him, standing up on tip-toe to meet him halfway as their lips met. 

Sylus muffled a chuckle against her mouth, stroking her back in a long, indulgent drag before grabbing her under her thighs and lifting her up- letting her wrap both legs around his waist. “You’re such a bad liar, kitten,” he mumbled in-between heated kisses. 

The woman in his arms ignored him, moving her touch to his face and cradling it gently in both hands for a moment, as if he was something incredibly precious. She combed her fingers through silky silver hair, massaging his scalp, before dragging one hand down his firm shoulder and under his-

Her fingers traced a hole in the material of his shirt. She pulled back with a frown, pinching the spot for good measure. Sylus hissed against her teeth. “Easy, there. It’s healed but still tender. We can play rough later.”

“It shouldn’t be tender at all. There shouldn’t be a hole- or an exit wound,” she groped at his upper back, finding a similar hole. “Are there any others? How bad is it?”

Sylus just looked up at her as he continued swaying them gently to the jazz music playing on loop. His eyes twinkled, smile deeply satisfied. 

“Sylus!” his lover hissed, swatting his shoulder continuously. “Let me down now. March yourself to the bathroom this instant. We’re going to go over every single trace- no, every hint of an injury you probably received tonight- and you’re going to explain each one. Do you need first-aid anywhere? Your Evol only heals so much if you overuse it,” she was rambling, checking him over as best she could.

He hummed contentedly under her care, turning and striding with long legs towards the door. “Sounds exciting, Darling. Next time you come home injured though, I fully expect to receive the same perks of examining your body from head to toe.”

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End

[yumiknows]

Let me warm you up

Kaeya x fem!reader

❢ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ɪᴛ's sᴍᴜᴛ ❢

ɪ sᴘᴇɴᴅ sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇᴅ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs.

ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ sᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ, ᴀɴɴɴɴᴅ ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ.

ɪᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ? ɪᴅᴋ

ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪᴛs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴏᴋᴀʏ

ɪᴛ's ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ...

ɪᴛ's ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ :,)

ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ

Shaky breaths escaped your mouth along with white puffs of air due to the freezing temature outside. You wrapped your scarf a little tighter around your neck and turned around the corner which lead you to your final destination for the evening : Angel's share

The little tavern in the heart of Mondstadt run by an all too familiar face, Diluc.

It had been a long day and a drink to round it all up sounds just about right.

Making your last steps towards the door you open it to be greeted by a familiar warmth, shutting the door behind you, you take off your scarf and jacket.

Going to the bar you sit down and order a drink not noticing a familiar face right next to you.

"Long day?"

You turn your head to the left and notice the calvery captain of the knights of favonius sitting next to you.

"Oh hi didn't see you there" you chuckle a bit

He smiled that warm smile of his which drove you crazy but you could never tell that to anyone who would you be if you told your boss you had feeling for him.

It's been almost 2 years now that you started to work with him and the knights. He was looking for an assistant and you for a job so that's how you met. Although you guys had met work related, monstadt is a small city and one thing lead to another and you two became pretty good friends as well. Of course the formalitys stayed at work. But at the tavern you treat each other like old friends.

It also wasn't the first time you met him here. You knew kaeya was a regular customer here and you've joined him a few times on the weekends.

Your drink was served in no time you thanked the bartender and took a sip from your beverage of choice.

"Hey", kaeya said with a smirk on his face

"you mind if I pay tonight?"

You where taken aback a bit because he had never offered something like that before.

"Not at all" you grinned at him

"So how was you day?" He asked

You could tell that he was not on his second or third drink, he seemed to be a bit tipsy.

"Ah You know the usual" you look over to where he was. He was now leaning his head on his hand facing you completely with his drink in his free hand.

"What about yours?" You blinked at him "you weren't in the office so did you have dutys outside in the wild?"

"I did" he replied "it was interesting but we didn't find anything of value"

"We?" You questioned

"Yea I went with amber, you know her right?"

"I do, she's such a sweet girl" you smiled

He smirked and got off of his hand to lean in your direction taking another sip before doing so

"You should come too one day it could be fun you know just you and me" He grinned "what do you say, y/n? Sounds good doesn't it?" He crooked his head to the side.

"I- uhh I'd love to, yeah sounds great"

You blush a bit at his choice of wording the question.

.

.

After a while of drinking and chatting he smirked at you then drank the remaining liquid in his glass setting it down. You doing the same. He called the bartender over to pay.

.

.

.

It was all pretty blurry in your memory after you had left the tavern.

How you ended up in kaeya's house was a mystery that had yet to be solved.

He closed the door behind him and gently pushing you against the nearest wall. He looked you deep into your eyes and connected your foreheads.

"We shouldn't be doing this" you breathed out

"I know, but I can't help myself"

With those words spoken he connected your lips in a gentle yet passionate way. His hands made their way to your waist. His lips moving from your lips to your jawline to finally landing on your neck. Your pants filled the air together with a few quite moans here and there.

He slid his left hand under your shirt exploring the area of your stomach as his lips traveled to your collarbone leaving hickeys on his way .

Your hands made their way to his hair pulling it out of the ponytail it was trapped in and tangling your fingers in them. He moved up to your lips again kissing you in a way wilder manner than he did before, still it felt...loving? Gentle? You didn't know lust clouding your brain making it hard to think. He lifted you up by your thighs never leaving your lips. He walk the two of you to his bed. Setting the to of you down. Him on top lightly pressing you into the mattress.

He pulled away from you panting eyes meeting yours .

"This is alright with you, right?"

You only nodded not able to form words in this unbelievable situation you found yourself in. He smirked tugging on your shirt a sign that he wanted it off you lifted yourself up and he helped you pull it over your head. He kissed you again his hands roaming over your noq exposed upper body. You moaned into his mouth, as his hands finally made contact with your boobs, massaging them. You tugged on his shirt and he immediately stopped the kiss and removed the piece of cotton and throwing it somewhere in his room his hands moved behind your back unclipped your bra. You arched you back slightly to make it easier for him. He made quick work of your pants and pantis too. He got back to work on your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys behind. He mumbled all sorts of praises as he painted your neck a darker color.

Feeling a boost of confidence you started to unbuckle his pants and slipped them down his thighs.

He stopped kissing your neck and got rid of his pants altogether.

He looked up at you for approval and you nodded your head.

He aligned himself and held your hand with one hand and your hips with the other. He started pushing in slowly moaning softly at the friction. You furrowed your eyebrows and closed your eyes at the strech. You may not be a virgin but it's been a while to say the least.

And it didn't exactly hurt it was just overpowering.

He bottomed out with one swift movement. And waited, you opened your eyes and no need again signaling him to go on.

He smiled and pecked your lips.

He started moving in and out, slow, at first but as he kept hearing your moans, he became faster. His groans soon turned into quite moans as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

Your moans filled the room together with the sound of your hips meating.

"Kaeya?" You manage to get out

"Yes princess?" He breathes out not losing his pace.

"Can I-ah try something?"

He looked at you and slowed his pace to a halt.

"Of course what is it you'd like to try?"

He pulled out and sat on his heels.

You sat up and moved to his side.

"Can you sit and the headboard for me?" You panted slightly

He just smirked and nodded moving himself over to the headboard.

You started to straddle his lap and position yourself above him keeping your hands on his shoulders as you sink down on him. His hands remained on your hips.

You started moving but not slow as he expected, you started a pretty fast pace to whitch he threw his head back letting out loud moans.

You had your eyes closed fully enjoying yourself.

He started helping your movement by meeting you half way with his thrusts. Moans filled the room once again.

"Hey y/n?"

"Yeah?" You practically moaned out opening your eyes.

"I'm close" he moaned

"Good- me too"

You began going a bit faster and moved to his neck leaving butterfly kisses all over his upper body.

His thrusts became sloppy and so did your movement.

He started to tighten his grip on your hips. You began to tighten around him as your moans became more intense.

"I'm gonna cum" you called out and so you did closing your eyes and clenching around his length as you came.

You clenching around him drive him over the edge too and pulled out last minute before releasing on your chest. You fell onto his chest panting. He held you tight and kissed your neck still in disbelief this actually happened.

After a few minutes of calming down he said

"Let's get you cleaned up, how does a bath sound?"

You leaned back to look him in the eyes

"Only if you join me" you smirked.

He grinned and lifted you up to carry you to his bathroom.

-yumiknows

[emma23]

Baby steps:

Jake lockley x reader

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The dim lighting of the small bar near Jake’s apartment cast a warm glow over your table, highlighting the amused glint in Jake’s eyes. He sat across from you, looking as relaxed as you’d ever seen him, his legs stretched out and his fingers absentmindedly tapping the edge of his glass.

“You know, Jake,” you began, leaning in with a smirk, “I don’t know how you manage to always get us into the most ridiculous situations.”

Jake shrugged, his mouth twisting into a playful grin. “What can I say? I like to keep things interesting.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Oh, ‘interesting’ is one way to put it. Like that time you ‘accidentally’ got us locked in the museum after hours?”

“Hey, that was Steven’s fault,” he shot back, crossing his arms. “The guy’s got a soft spot for ancient artifacts.”

The two of you laughed, comfortable in each other’s company, sharing stories and memories over a few too many drinks. The conversation drifted, easing into silence as you watched him, feeling the warmth in your chest that you’d started to ignore. The man could drive you absolutely insane, but somehow, he also managed to make you feel safe. Even if “safe” in Jake’s world meant dodging more than a few questionable situations.

Later that night, in his apartment, things escalated in that familiar, magnetic way they always did with Jake. Every touch, every whispered word left you feeling both exhilarated and comforted. He was rough around the edges, but when it came to you, he had a tenderness that could melt even the thickest ice. And tonight, he held you with a kind of intensity that made you forget everything else.

A few weeks later, the nausea hit. You found yourself standing in the bathroom, gripping the sink, staring in disbelief at the little plus sign on the pregnancy test. Your heart raced, the implications sinking in with every beat. You recalled a late-night conversation with Jake, a time when he had let slip that he didn’t see himself as a father, especially with his dangerous lifestyle. He’d said he didn’t want to bring a child into his messy world.

Now, the reality of your situation loomed like a dark cloud. What if he didn’t want this? What if he left, unable to cope with the thought of a family? The idea of raising a child alone made you shiver.

The following evening, Jake noticed something was off. “Hey,” he said, touching your shoulder. “You’ve been real quiet. What’s goin’ on?”

You hesitated, your gaze fixed on the floor. “Jake… we need to talk.”

He tilted his head, concern creasing his brow. “About what?”

You took a deep breath, unable to meet his gaze. “I’m… pregnant.”

There was a long silence. You held your breath, waiting for his reaction. Finally, he spoke, his voice low. “You’re serious?”

You nodded, still avoiding his eyes, afraid of what you might see there.

Then, to your surprise, Jake let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. He looked at you for a long moment before pulling you into a hug. “And you think I’d leave?” he murmured against your shoulder.

“I don’t know,” you whispered, fighting back tears. “You said you didn’t want—”

“Hey,” he cut you off gently, pulling back to look you in the eyes. “Yeah, I might’ve said that before, but that was before you. Before… this.” He gestured between you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “You think I wouldn’t want a kid with you?”

You blinked, processing his words. “You’re… okay with this?”

Jake chuckled, his thumb tracing a gentle line along your jaw. “More than okay. If it’s with you, I want this. I want us.”

Over the next few days, Jake went into overdrive. The next time you came over to his place, you found it filled with baby supplies: diapers, a crib, soft blankets, and even a ridiculously large stuffed animal.

“Jake!” you exclaimed, taking in the sight. “Did you… did you buy out the entire store?”

He grinned, looking a bit sheepish. “Figured we should be prepared. Don’t wanna be scrambling for stuff last minute.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a surge of warmth at his unexpected enthusiasm. “You really went all out, huh?”

“Anything for you,” he murmured, pulling you close and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And for the little one.”

Over the following months, Jake surprised you at every turn. He went with you to every appointment, asked a million questions, and made sure you had everything you could possibly need. Despite his rough edges and unpredictable nature, he became the most dependable partner you could have asked for.

One night, as he helped you settle into bed, he kissed you softly, his hand resting on your growing belly. “You know,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “I never thought I’d have this. A family. A real shot at happiness.”

You reached up, caressing his cheek. “Neither did I,” you replied, a smile tugging at your lips. “But I’m glad we were both wrong.”

He chuckled, settling in beside you. “Hey, I’m rarely wrong,” he teased, pulling you close.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” you retorted, rolling your eyes.

He laughed, kissing you again. “Just don’t tell Marc and Steven. They’d never let me hear the end of it.

[hellsite-proteins]

It fills you even now, doesn't it? The hunger. To bite down on my jugular, to feel the warmth fill your mouth and run over even as you drink deep. Good, good! This is the beast I have longed to face!

i have no idea what this is from and i'm not sure if i should be concerned but alright

letter sequence in this ask matching protein-coding amino acids:

ItfillsyevennwdesntitThehngerTitedwnnmyglartfeelthewarmthfillyrmthandrnverevenasydrinkdeepGdgdThisistheeastIhavelngedtface

protein guy analysis:

overall, the structure is pretty unhappy and not very cohesive, with each loop kind of doing its own thing in the general vicinity of the rest of the structure. as a result, while it folds into something that is not totally spread out, it still has weird gaps and doesn't completely become a unified protein. since the confidence of this structure is also pretty low, it would probably be moving and shifting around as each unique section tries unsuccessfully to figure out what it wants. on the other hand, there are some alpha helices, and even a super small antiparallel beta sheet, so that is fun to look at!

predicted protein structure:

[anyamaris]

The Long Wait

Summary-When you were finally ready to move on, someone from your past comes back to remind you that you're not quite over him yet.

Word Count-3400+

Genre-Smut/Angst 100% NSFW 18+ Minors DNI!!!

Trope- Exes to lovers?

Pairing-Ex!Seonghwa x f!reader

Warnings- NSFW 18+ Minors DNI, vulgarity, mentions of alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (don't do it) I think that's all?

As always, I get carried away, so oops? Enjoy, please reblog if you like and feel free to leave comments and feedback. They are much appreciated! Thank you for reading my work 💕

NSFW below cut.

It'd been a year.

A whole entire year since you'd seen him.

A whole year since you'd heard his voice last.

His scent had faded. His presence in your immediate life had slowly dwindled, as his things were thrown out, packed up, given to his friends to return to him.

Your heart, on the other hand, was still recovering. Still recovering, but it was still and silent until today. It'd taken months before it had stopped throbbing, the space his absence left finally scarring over. And sometimes, on better days, you could almost ignore the hollow pain of the void left behind.

A whole entire year.

Denial, agony and bitterness flood your mind, your stomach, your eyes as you meet his, staring back from across the crowded room. Those dark eyes that used to be filled with such burning passion for you, now reflecting the displeasure in yours.

The man was a master at the 'look'. He could stare at you for hours, with that soft, sensual look, exuding warmth and admiration. On the other hand, the look in his eyes today was the one you'd never wanted directed at you.

You'd seen him use it plenty on others, when he was irritated or annoyed. But never on you. And your heart stung seeing it directed your way. Those deep brown eyes were severe, fierce and feral, his mouth pulled down into a frown. You struggle to force your gaze from his.

Your affair had ended as passionately and abruptly as it started. The two of you never having put a name to what you were, it was difficult to know where things truly began and ended. The only thing you knew was the barren pit he'd left where your heart had been.

You'd finally started to contemplate meeting others again, putting yourself out there. The exact reason you'd let yourself be convinced by your friends to come out tonight, to this party. To meet some men, to move on and overcome.

At least, you were until you'd met the heated gaze of Park Seonghwa. The man who'd come into your life like whirlwind, who'd shattered your ability to seek out other companionship over the last year. Here he was, one look threatening to tear down all the work you'd put in to yourself.

"Y/n, hey, what's up? What are you-" your friend was saying and then you feel your chin being pulled, your eyes finally leaving the demon across the room. "Oh hellllllll no girl, no no no, don't even look at that man! That sonofabitch didn't tell me he'd be here." your friend spit out, looking around for Wooyoung. He'd invited all of you but he'd failed to mention the guest from out of town.

Watching your friend run at Woo and start smacking him playfully, you sigh and take a sip of your drink. I'll just pretend he's not here. Easy enough, you shrug and force a smile onto your face.

Eventually you find yourself chatting with a few people, getting introduced to some friends of Wooyoung and San, who were hosting the party. You couldn't help but laugh and smile at the antics of the two hosts with their friends. Felix and Changbin, you think, trying to remember names. Felix was adorable, with a bright smile. He made you want to be friends with him. Changbin on the other hand, was definitely your type. Your friend elbowed you when you'd been introduced and had been trying to get you two to talk more to each other for awhile now.

"Y/n! Oh no, I'm out of my drink, and yours is getting low. Can you go make me a new one?" she said and elbowed you for the nth time, causing you to roll your eyes. "Changbin, you know where everything is right, can you help her out?" she asks, fluttering her eyelashes in an exaggerated way. He just smiles and says, "Of course, let's go get some drinks, Y/n."

Glaring back at her ridiculous ploy, you just shake your head as you both head into the kitchen. It's a bit quieter in here and it's empty. "Oof, finally I can talk without yelling." You say and Changbin smiles, going about getting the drinks.

"No kidding, even without the music, so many people here are loud and chaotic. Do you not like loud stuff like this?" He asks and you wave your hand, jumping up to sit on the counter.

"I like my quiet times, but this is fine. It's a lot of fun. Plus I love meeting new people." You say and he grins. "Same, glad I got to meet you tonight." he winks and you feel a bit of a blush. He comes over and hands you your drink then leans against the counter near you.

Wow his arms were...you find yourself biting your lip, then you shake your head. "Uh so.... How long have you known Wooyoung?" You ask, trying to distract yourself from his nearness. He smelled really good too. The man definitely worked out, you think and try again to keep your eyes from wandering.

"Oh, we've known each other for awhile now. I'm more interested in you though..." He says, starting to lean in, but before he can do or say anything else, someone is clearing their throat from the doorway.

"Wooyoung is looking for you, Changbin." You hear and Changbin immediately steps back from you, looking towards the new person. You'd know that voice anywhere and you sigh. You'd managed to forget about him for a brief moment and then here he is. "Cool, thanks Hwa. Talk to you later, Y/n?" he says and gives you a little pinch on your chin before walking out of the kitchen.

Before you can hop down off of the counter, Seonghwa is closing the distance and he's boxing you in, arms on either side of you. Finally looking up at him, you blink at him, suddenly nervous. "Yeah?" you ask him, watching his dark eyes drop to your lip, which you are currently biting. "What were you two talking about in here, alone? Hmm?" He asks, his voice low and you can't help but breathe in to keep from passing out at how close he is. Christ, you'd forgotten his scent but it was so familiar.

"None of your business." You say, pushing him back and hopping down. Irritated at the disadvantage of height this put you at, you huff and turn to leave the room. Then you feel his hand on your arm, pulling you back. "I'm making it my business, Y/n." He says, his voice still low, his eyes penetrating your soul. What the actual fuck, you think.

"The fuck you are." You spit out at him, glaring up at him, returning the intensity of his gaze. His tongue darts out and you can't help but shudder a bit, remembering other things he's done with that tongue. Sneering, you try to push him but he just backs you up against the wall, putting his arm beside your head.

"What...what are you doing?" You ask, your bravado slipping a bit at his sudden nearness. "I should be asking you that, Y/n. You can't even say hi to me?" He asks, and you can feel his breath as he leans towards you more. "Wh-why would I say hi to you?" Your meek attempts at pushing against him just going unnoticed by the bigger man. "HI. Are you happy?" you finally yell at him, frustration making you bold.

"No. I'm not." He says, leaning in to whisper it into your ear.

No, no no no. You weren't going to let him do this to you again. This was how it all started to begin with. This uncontrollable attraction between the two of you. It'd been insane, the way you couldn't control yourselves around each other. It'd driven you mad.

And then it'd destroyed you when he'd just left. Remembering the end, instead of the beginning was a much better tactic. Recall the pain, you think and then you're pushing back against him, making him finally back up. "Good, I don't want you to be happy." You say and then spin on your heel, making your way out of the kitchen finally.

Your friend eyes you as you make your way back over to her, her eyes darkening in worry as she watches Hwa come out of the kitchen behind you. He stops at her glare and decides to go talk to some other people.

"Y/n, are you ok?" She asks, smoothing down your hair. "Yeah...yeah I'm fine." You say, shaking your head and downing your drink. "What the hell did he say to you? Did he tell you why he just disappeared all of a sudden finally?" Shaking your head, you put up your hand. "Nope and I don't care anymore. I just want to drink and have fun." You say and she cheers, "That's the spirit!" dragging you off to find the others.

A bit later you find yourself opening the back door, needing to get some fresh air. Everyone was having a good time, listening to music, talking, drinking. Every time you attempted to talk to anyone, you'd notice Seonghwa out of the corner of your eye and it just made you tense up. You'd had a little bit more to drink than you'd intended so getting some fresh air was the best idea you had at the moment.

Walking along the pavestone path, you make your way into the little garden. It was a pretty backyard, lots of trees just beyond the garden and you find yourself staring off into the night. It was quiet out here, the sounds from inside far away. It was a bit chilly, but the cool air helped clear your head.

Why now? You keep thinking, Why was he here now? Where did he even go? The questions you'd been trying to tell yourself you didn't want to know kept circling in your mind. Sighing, you kick at the ground with your toe.

"Aren't you cold?" You hear, and frown as the man in your head materializes in front of you. Seriously? You think and sigh. "Are you stalking me or something, Seonghwa?" you say and he laughs softly.

"Something like that." he says back and you can't think for a moment. Every time you try to act like you don't care, he just....does his stupid Hwa shit. "Well, don't." you say back after a moment and he sighs, walking closer to you. "Why not?" he asks, and you find yourself reacting to him yet again as he closes the distance.

"Because I don't want you to! God, you found it so easy to leave before, why can't you stay gone?" you yell before you can think and you wrap your arms around yourself, turning your back to him. "You want me to stay gone?" He asks softly from behind you and you squeeze your eyes shut. "Yes...no.....fuck.....just...." you shake your head and then you feel his arms go around you from behind.

"I don't want to." He says softly into your ear and for a moment, you lean back into him. The leather of his jacket cool against your skin, the puffs of breath warm on your neck. Then your eyes snap open and you're shaking him off.

"Well I don't give a fuck what you want, Park Seonghwa. You. Are. Not. Doing. This. To. Me. Again." you say as you spin on him, closing the distance but this time pointing a finger in his face. His eyes flash and you don't back down. You hate that you have to look up at him but goddamnit, you were going to say what you needed to and be done with it.

"You fucking left, without a goddamn word, for a fucking year. A FUCKING YEAR. I GOT OVER YOU, YOU COMPLETE ASSHOLE. Do not come back here, acting like you didn't just disappear and rip my fucking heart out. I don't even know if we were dating, but there I was, losing my goddamned mind over you while you went off to god knows where!!!"

"I didn't have a choice, it's complicated. You got over me?" he asks and you blink, not expecting this. "Complicated? It doesn't matter!" You say, throwing up your hands. You turn to walk back farther into the yard, trying to get away from him, but he is following you.

"There were some issues I had to deal with. And I was-" he starts and you spin on him again. "Why are you even telling me? You didn't even contact me. You made it obvious that I didn't matter. Why are you following me?!" you yell as he closes the distance again.

Grasping your wrist as you are pointing at him again, he pulls you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist. "You did-you do matter, Y/n." he says, burying his face into your hair, inhaling you. "What the fuck, stop being a creep." You say but you're melting into him and your arms betray you as they reach out to grab onto his shoulders. "No." is all he says and then you feel his lips on your neck.

"Hwa...." you gasp out and his arm tightens around you. "I've missed you calling me that." he breathes onto your neck and you feel your head fall back for a moment, before your hand goes into his hair and pulls his head back forcefully.

"Fuck you!" You say into his shocked face and then his eyes cloud as his mouth drops onto yours, silencing the next expletive about to come out. "You're so fucking hot when you're mad." he says into your mouth and then you're opening to him, his tongue darting out to lick your bottom lip. Your hand is still pulling at his hair, but now you're meeting his tongue with your own, letting your frustration channel into the kiss. He pulls back as you bite his lip and sucks his lip in as he gasps. "Oh my fucking god, Y/n, you're making me crazy." He rasps out and then he's picking you up, backing you up into the large tree behind you.

Your legs go around his waist before you can even think, his hands cupping your ass to hold you up and his mouth is back on yours, nipping you back. "Hwa, what the fuck," you moan and then he's trailing kisses down your neck. "Hmmm." is his only reply and you're pulling his head back by his hair again.

He just stares at you intensely and you glare at him.

"I matter?" you ask.

"You matter so much." he answers.

"Why did you leave?"

"I didn't have a choice."

"Why didn't you contact me?"

"I was a coward."

"Why didn't you come back?"

"I was afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"How much I ....." he says and then he's kissing you again.

"Why now?!" You manage to ask as one of his hands finds its way between your legs, cupping you through your panties. You feel shame at how wet you already were but he'd always made you this way, even without touching you. And the way he was touching you now was so much more intense than you'd ever seen him.

"Because...because....." he is saying, his fingers finding their way underneath the fabric of your panties and then he's sliding one of his fingertips against your sensitive clit. "FUCK!" you gasp out and he moans your name, sliding another finger into your folds, prodding at your entrance. "Hwa...." you moan with him as he slides one of his long fingers into you.

"Baby.....fuck you're so....." he gasps as you clench tightly around his digit. "...tight oh fuck..." he manages and you tilt your head back to look at him.

"Tell me why." You say and he stares at you, not taking his eyes off of you as he slides another finger inside of you.

Doing your best to maintain the eye contact, you feel yourself stretch around his fingers as he slowly slides them in and out of you. "Tell....me...." you moan out and he is flicking his tongue out, licking his lips as he watches your face.

"Because I need you."

"You do?" you ask, not taking your eyes off of his.

"Yes....Y/n....I need you...I want you....I don't want anyone else to touch you...I can't handle....thinking of you....with anyone else...." he's panting.

"The thought of another man....." he growls and his mouth is on yours again. A third finger slips into you, and you let out a gasp and moan.

"Fuck Hwa....you're the only...oh my god...please..."

He stops and pulls his head back, his eyes boring into yours, his fingers still inside of you.

"I'm the only?" he prods and you gasp and nod.

"Noone else...has touched me...since... you...." you manage and his eyes flash then his mouth is on yours again, this time more aggressively. "Mine-" he moans, and suddenly his fingers are sliding out of you.

You let out a cry at the loss but then he's freeing himself from his pants and pushing into you, replacing his fingers with his hard cock. Moaning loudly you grip him harder, your hands tugging at his hair and his jacket. "Hwa!!!" you yell and he's thrusting into you. "Mine....you're mine...." he's moaning and then his mouth is on your neck, nipping and sucking, definitely leaving a mark.

"Yes!" and "Hwa oh my god!" seem to be the only words you can manage and then he's easing the both of you down into the soft grass, propping himself above you. "Sorry...." he's panting above you, his hips still moving, slowly pulling back to slide into you again. "This...isn't the...most romantic..." he's saying and you reach up to pull him down to you, your mouth on his and he's moaning again.

"I missed how you taste, Y/n." he says as he moves down to your neck and he slides his hand under your shirt, pulling down your bra. You arch your back as he tweaks your hard nipple and he groans, starting to pick up the pace, thrusting into you harder.

"So fucking tight, fuck-" he's saying, making you whimper with how hard he's starting to fuck you. It'd been so long but your body was responding to his every touch, kiss and word. "Hwa, fuck....oh fuck....Hwa you're.....I can't-" you are gasping out and your body is shaking. His arm slides under your leg and pulls it up over his shoulder, managing to go even deeper. The orgasm you'd felt building explodes as he buries himself inside of you, holding himself deep, rocking his hips and holding your body down with his as you climax around him.

'F--fuck.....yes! Oh god, Y/n....your pussy feels so fucking good." "Hwa please......" you're whimpering, pulling at him. "One more time for me baby, give me one more..." he's saying, finally pulling back and thrusting forward, ripping a cry from your throat. You've barely recovered from coming and he was pumping into you again, his words turning into low groans and growls as he looks down at you. "Mine. You're mine. Never again, noone else." he was panting between moans and you could feel his hips start to stutter the way he did when he was close to cumming.

"Hwa...Hwa yes, I'm yours...cum for me....cum inside of me.....cum cum cum!" You start yelling as his breath start hitching. "Cumming...cumming baby....oh fuc- fuck! OH FUCK!" he cries out, spilling himself deep inside of you, causing you to clench around him and your hips lift from the power of your second orgasm.

Before you can even breathe again, he's letting your leg down gently and wrapping his arms around you, burying his face into your neck and holding you. Your hands go into his hair and you feel a tear slip down your face. Too overwhelmed to care, you just lay there with him as minutes pass.

"Mine." he mumbles and then tilts his head back to look down at you. "Mine." he says again, leaning down to kiss your lips gently. He brings his lips to your cheek, kissing the tear you'd felt.

"I'm sorry." He says, kissing your cheeks, your eyes, your lips. "I have alot of explaining to do, but you always mattered. But I'll answer your earlier question now."

You stare up at him, waiting.

"I came back because..."

He sighs and cups your face.

"I love you."

@veronicasawyerschainsaw @shinestarhwaa @cultofdionysusnet

[celestialspecial]

Such Sharp Teeth

I needed to write a werewolf fic again, so many other writers i follow have been putting out bomb content so i had to join in <3

Writers notes: It's not true abo dynamics- some elements are featured but it doesn't follow truly, it is reader insert but MC's name is Aurora-

also go read @becauseicantthinkwritings Objects in Motion, hooooly shittt

Warnings: 18+themes, graphic descriptions of body transformation, insinuated non con elements, reader digression advised :)

All you could feel was the cool air on your skin, blowing through your hair as the moon glowed overhead. You felt strong, powerful. It was exhilarating and freeing all at once. The beauty of the forest surrounding you as the sharp ribbons of silver moonlight cut in shards through the trees.

You could taste the air, smell bread being baked from miles away, hear people talking and animals scurrying away from you. The forest floor rose up time and again to meet your feet, every sensation heightened. It was a beautiful thing more often than not, but tonight was different. Tonight there was a sense of desperation inside of you.

A tinge of fear, footfalls echoing behind you, they were far but yet still so close. Too close for comfort. Howls rang out and you knew that you'd never escape keeping pace like this. Your breath grew ragged, no longer deep inhalations but tortured puffs. 

You could see your breath in the air before you and then you felt the pain surging through your body. Bones breaking, tissue tearing, muscles unraveling only to be knit back together in another form. You wanted to cry out at the pain but it’d only alert them to your location and that was far too dangerous. 

You could taste blood and feel tufts of fur spring up along your spine as it twisted and mangled its shape into something new. Your eyes blurred as you felt the bones in your face collapsing and extending, ears rising up and canines lengthening in your still too small mouth.

The next time your foot hit the ground it was no longer a foot, but a paw. The squelching sound of mud making contact with the pads of it. You had been running fast but now the speed was unparalleled. Heavy panting as you pushed yourself to the brink of exhaustion.

You still had miles to go but the howling was far off in the distance growing further away and that’s how you liked it. How it’d need to be for as long as it took you to figure out the next step.

The covers you woke up in were caked in mud, it crunched as you shifted in the bed, pattering to the floor surely creating a mess. You groaned stretching your arms overhead, human arms, the muscles sore and aching from how far you’d run last night. 

Even the edges of your feet and tips of your ears felt taut with tension and soreness. Rubbing a hand over your face, coming away with more dirt.

“Shit.”

“Shit is right, look at the state of this room.” A friendly face poked her head in through the doorway. She was tall, elegant limbs covered in a chunky sweater and leggings. Dark brown hair pulled up into a messy bun, light hazel eyes filled with a touch of mischief.

“I’m sorry, Celeste. I promise I’ll clean everything up.” She moved over to the side of the bed, holding a mug of something that smelled heavenly. Gesturing for you to take it, the heat seeping into the palms of your tired hands.

“I’m not worried about it. Here, drink. You need something to warm your bones.” You nodded taking a long drawn out sip. The liquid was chocolatey with a medicinal hint that washed over your tongue and seemed to heat your insides up almost immediately. 

“It should help with well…everything.” She gave a half hearted smile, shrugging one shoulder up, before adjusting the edge of her sweater. “You came a very long way.” You finished the drink, setting the mug into the side table next to you. The warmth began to leech into your bones finally and you felt immensely grateful for Celeste and her healing abilities. 

“I couldn’t stay. I had to…I just-time was running out.” The reassuring smile gave way to an earnest look of sympathy.

“They can kill you for this.” You swallowed thickly, all too aware of the dangers you had put yourself in. The odds hadn't been in your favor but you had to take a chance, to get away from home. Home. It felt a sham to even call it that. 

“I know. And I’m beyond grateful you letting me stay here the night but I promise I’ll be out of your hair soon.” Celeste made a waving gesture in the air, dismissing your words.

“Don’t be ridiculous, stay as long as you need.” The kindness created a fist in your throat, you’d been friends for years, writing letters back and forth since visiting often wasn’t allowed.

Rival pack members weren’t allowed to associate with one another more than their Alphas permitted.

You bit the inside of your cheek in an attempt to shove down the hatred and anger you felt for your pack. To call them such a thing felt like a crime in and of itself. They were horrible and controlling, to think of yourself free from them felt exciting and terrifying. 

“You could get in trouble.” You nearly whispered, even though no one was around to hear. She brushed off the notion.

“We’ll figure out a place for you to stay in the meantime. Has it started?” You gave a brief nod, not wanting to talk about it. The temperature of your skin, the cramping, that undeniable ache that shook you to your core. Like your body was no longer your own. It was infuriating and deliciously tortuous.

“Then in a few days when it’s over we can figure out what to do from there.”

“Your brother is gonna kill you.” 

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

“Speak for yourself.” Celeste only gave you a smirk before squeezing your shoulder in a comforting fashion.

“Alright up, I need to change these sheets. A dirty dog rolled all over in them.”

That night felt like hell, a worse cycle than you’d ever had before. The winges of pain and agony ached through your system. It felt like your body had been tossed into a blazing fire.

In fact that sounded much better than what you felt now. Heats were different for every pack member but you couldn’t recall a time when you wished you were unconscious instead of enduring it.

You had needed to get away from your town, your pack before this happened. Before you were tied to the worst man you’d ever had the displeasure of knowing.

You were his property in his mind and the idea of you turning him down, running away rather than accepting his forced mating had surely sent him into a rage. 

Maybe your body knew what had been coming and was throwing a fit in rebellion even now that you were in safe territory or maybe the strain and stress of escaping and being on the run had done you in.

Either way no matter how many cold showers you took, how many naps your forced yourself into, how many times your own hands attempted to hit their mark, it wasn’t enough.

Celeste had left a hearty brew of tea for you that was supposed to help, you’d chugged the whole thing down to the shock of your friend and still nothing. Or maybe it had helped and this was the edge being taken off.

Being hit by a bus felt less excruciating than this. 

You somehow managed to fall asleep and when you woke your mouth felt dry, the familiar ache between your legs remained unsatisfied.

You wanted to tear the pillows on the bed to pieces, watching the feathers explode and drift down around you as your screamed into the frigid air. 

You couldn’t even keep the window open for fear of Celeste's male pack members smelling you and paying an uninvited visit. Tipping off her brother that you were here, potentially getting her in loads of trouble.

Your fingers itched to tear open the window and taste the cold November breeze. Your nails scratched gouges in the white paint on the window sill as you stared longingly out at the frost bitten garden. 

A soft knock came at the door, seeing your friend slipping into the room with another pot of strong smelling tea. Celeste sat the tea down on the side table, noting your frustrating posture by the window.

“I’m sorry, I know exactly how you feel.” 

“I hate it.” It sounded like a whine, maybe it was but at this point you didn’t care. 

“I have to go out and run some errands in town but I promise it won’t be long. Drink the rest of this, I put something in it to help your frazzled nerves and maybe even get you to sleep.”

The thought of sleeping another 48 hours and waking up normal again sounded so enticing. 

“Thank you.” You crawled into bed staring out the window imagining running freely through the forest, only this time not away from something but towards something better.

Something that felt intangible right now. Tossing back a long swig from the tea pot and letting your eyes shutter close for however long they’d allow.

The hours crawled by and you felt yourself somewhere in a slumber and waking titration. Eventually you could see the sun was lower in the sky, mid to late afternoon maybe?

Your body groaned in revolt as you got up from the bed, joints creaking and popping, clasping the now empty teapot in your hands.

You could feel the sweat dripping down your brow, swiping at it, rubbing at your eyes anything to avoid feeling how warm your whole body felt.

Celeste hadn’t come home yet and you managed to scrub the pot clean, place it in the drying rack and wash a dish or two more. Just to feel useful for once.

Wanting to be the least invasive houseguest as you could, moving over to where the washroom was and folding some of the sheets spilling out of the dryer. The small menial tasks actually helped contain the disjointed feeling your body was experiencing.

The sound of a key being inserted into the side door, unlocking and closing alerted your ears that Celeste was home. You felt too tired and pained to call out to her, instead waiting to see her face pop around the corner, but it didn’t. 

Footsteps echoed across the wooden floor and sounds of bags being dropped onto the kitchen island, accompanied by the soft sound of items, perhaps fruit, falling out and rolling along the granite. Then you smelled it.

The most intoxicating scent that had ever graced your nose. It was pine trees and fresh crisp air, like looking up into the night sky on a winter evening. It had a bite at first that smoothed into a warm rich earthy quality. There was even a hint of spice, it overtook every one of your senses, like you’d been bathed in it.

This wasn’t Celeste. 

Your ears strained to listen to anything this visitor was doing, whoever it was they had a key. Fuck. Celeste hadn’t told anyone you were here. Your muscles tensed, noticing all sounds from the kitchen had ceased.

Attempting to pad as quietly as you could out of the washroom, venturing a quick look into the kitchen. Sure enough there were grocery bags with oranges spilling out onto the island but no one around.

Silence.

If you could just sneak to the back door, you could see it from your point of view. One quick leap and you’d be gone and able to shift and disappear into the fast approaching night.

One step, then another. You were always known for being quiet in your pack, able to sneak up on any prey. This was no different.

Another few steps and you’d be home free. You felt the cool wooden floor kiss the tips of your toes before the strongest force you’d ever felt knocked you from your feet.

Your legs barely touched the ground before your back was slammed into the nearest wall, tauntingly so close to the back door. Large strong hands held you in place, your shoulders pinned against the drywall.

The scent you’d smelled before consumed you, your traitorous body arching against the wall towards the source.

“Who are you?” The voice was deep, a hint of gravel. Male. You felt your vision clearing from your head smacking against the hard surface to see sure enough a large man in front of you.

He was tall, towering over you, lean and athletic, muscles strained under his white shirt, corded along his forearms down to his hands that stilled you.

You felt the anxious pull to look down, to not meet his eyes. The undeniable mark of an alpha, it irked you to no end. Taking a steadying breath you fought your body, looking up into his face.

He was handsome, carved from rock and earth and dusted with something you couldn’t quite place. 

Dark brown hair that fell across his forehead, the sides were closely cropped but the rest hung longer, down to eyes that were such a deep brown you could lose yourself in them easily.

You could only imagine how radiant they’d look, flecks of gold catching the light when he smiled, but right now they were cold, calculating. The air caught in your throat, a choking noise all you could muster.

Your arms flexed against the wall, knowing you couldn’t escape but dying to, begging to. His nostrils flared, you watched the pupils in his eyes dilate, consuming the already deep brown gazing back at you. His fingers gripped you tighter.

“I said…who are you? Why are you in my sisters house?” 

“I…I.” Your brain couldn’t form words, not now. The scent of him, the feel of his touch against your heated skin, you could feel dampness spreading between your legs, the slow ache building inside your body clawing to get out.

Your inner wolf was barely continued under your skin, a popping sensation in your ears, the room felt like it was spinning.

It was like he could sense everything going on in your body, the way his eyes roamed ravenously over your flushed skin, his fingers flexing against your arms, the intensity of his gaze.

It was a split second but you could feel his face pressed into the crook of your shoulder, hear him inhale you deeply. Groaning as he exhaled, there would be bruises on your body where he gripped you so tightly.

You couldn’t hide the gasp that left your lips feeling his hips pressed against your own, his arousal evident. You felt your hands reaching for his back and his grip lessened enough to let you, your nails scraping against his muscled back through his shirt.

The noise he made rumbled in his chest, you could nearly feel it reverberating through your own body. The scratch of stubble scraping against the soft skin of your neck as he breathed deeply the scent of your heat and your legs yearned to be wrapped around his waist and carried to the nearest flat surface.

A bed, the couch, the floor-

“Hey, HEY!” You felt his hands fall from your arms as another voice rang through the room.

Celeste was wedging herself between the two of you, arms out protectively in front of you. “Billy! What the fuck are you doing here?!”

The man before you took a step back, his eyes were still pitch black, his chest heaving, fingers clenching and unclenching as if testing that they were truly not holding you anymore. 

“Celeste. You know this woman?” 

“I do! This is Aurora, she’s-she's my friend.” His eyes narrowed on you.

“I don’t recall ever being introduced to her before.”

Celeste glanced worriedly between the two of us, I nodded at her, the most encouragement I could offer at the moment.

“She’s…uh…. She left her pack.” His eyes widened a touch, lips parting, taking a solid deep breath before looking back at Celeste.

“Celeste….” His words were a warning, tinged with anger, frustration, concern…

“I know! But she needed to get out of there, they were gonna force her to mate with a homicidal maniac of an alpha!”

“An alpha?” His tone was harsh and abrupt, rubbing the bridge of his noise, lines forming on his brow. “Jesus Christ, Celeste. Do you know how dangerous this is? To us? To the pack?”

“Forced Mating, Billy! That’s barbaric!” He sighed, leaning back against the kitchen counter, running a hand through his already mussed hair. 

“It is. I know that as much as you, but some packs…still participate in the old ways…” his words weren’t convincing anyone, you could see it in the strained expression on his face.

You drew a steady breath , hesitantly pushing away from the wall you had just been pinned to. You missed the feeling of heat from his body being so close to yours already.

“I…I can leave. No. I think I should, Celeste, he’s right. This is dangerous you guys can get in a lot of trouble hiding a rival pack member. If you were to get caught it could be…it could be bad.” 

Billy and Celeste both were looking back at you, you could see the similarities between the two. The dark hair and long lean stature, Billy’s eyes were significantly darker, but they shared similar noses and mannerisms. How they stood, staring you down, intimidating and beautiful.  

“Rory…where would you go?” Your friend sounded so incredibly sad, it broke your heart. “Plus it’s not safe…”

“Once my cycle is over, I’ll leave.” Billy watched you with the focus of a pack leader and in the way only a wolf could. At the mention of your heat you noticed how his nostrils flared, chest rising into a territorial puff. “I’ll find somewhere to go.” 

Celeste walked over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you into a hug. You held her tightly, the overwhelming feeling of fear and frustration from your body and emotions beginning to take a tighter hold of you. 

“Wait.” A deep sigh came from where Billy stood. “We can figure…something out. Until you have a safe place to go.” His dark eyes were no longer black orbs but the brown had returned, a softness, and something else danced across them as he spoke to you.

“But-“ he raised a finger, the look of admonishment towards his younger sibling. “Do NOT let anyone else know she’s here until I say, and make sure she stays in the house until... well until it’s safe.” 

You watched as he gathered his keys from the island, turning to walk across the kitchen, his heavy motorcycle boots louder than they had felt before, followed by the sound of the door closing behind him.

You knew what you had seen in his eyes, because you could feel it just as deeply. Longing. And something just below the surface, barely concealed but there nonetheless.

[georgiebrits]

Fangs at my throat - Sim Jake

You find yourself in a dimly lit chamber, surrounded by the scent of blood and the sound of moans and gasps. The vampire lord, Jake, is sitting on his throne, looking at you hungrily. You are bound and helpless, completely at his mercy. His fangs glisten in the candlelight as he approaches, his eyes full of lust and primal hunger. You can feel his cold touch as he runs his hand over your curves, sending shivers down your spine. He leans in and whispers in your ear, "You belong to me now."

"Why do I belong to you?" you ask, your voice trembling. Jake chuckles, his lips brushing against your neck as he speaks. "Because you wandered into my territory without permission," he whispers. "And now you must pay the price." He bites down on your neck, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through you, as you realize that you are his captive for the night.

As you feel the vampire's fangs penetrating your skin, a strange sense of familiarity washes over you. You can't explain it, but it feels like you've known Jake for a long time. The pain subsides into pleasure, and you find yourself moaning softly under his touch. You feel a hunger in your belly, not just for his blood, but for something more primal. Jake pulls back, looking at you with an intense gaze. "Do you want more?" he asks, his voice low and seductive.

You slowly nod your head, feeling a deep yearning building up inside you. You're not sure why you want him so badly, but you do. Jake smirks, as if he knows exactly what's on your mind. He leans in and starts kissing you, his lips hungrily exploring yours, as his hands roam over your body. You moan into his mouth, feeling a warmth spreading through you. You realize that you're starting to enjoy this, despite the fear and uncertainty.

Jake unties you, sensing that you're under his spell. You feel a mix of relief and disappointment as the bonds come off, knowing that you're completely at his mercy now. He stands up, towering over you, his eyes glowing with hunger and desire. "Come with me," he commands, holding out his hand. You take it, feeling a strange pull towards him. He leads you out of the chamber and into the night, the full moon casting an ethereal light on the two of you. You feel like you're in a dream, unable to resist his hypnotic charms. Jake takes you to a hidden grotto, where a bed of plush silk cushions awaited you. He lays you down, his lips pressing against yours, his fangs barely grazing your skin. He moves on top of you, his hands running over your bare flesh as he growls with pleasure. In moments, his touches were everywhere, sliding over your skin, his hands and mouth heavy. Your moans filled the grotto as he pleasured you in ways you never thought possible. His fangs graze your neck as he drinks from you, drawing out every ounce of pleasure along with your blood. It's like every inch of your body is on fire, every touch sending jolts of electricity through you. You feel like you're on the edge of a cliff, about to fall over, but he always pulls you back at the last moment, letting you prolong the intense pleasure. It's as if he was intent on doing everything to you, pushing you to new levels of pleasure. You lose track of time, for the only thing that matters is the fierce passion that consumes the both of you.

Jake feeds on you until you're on the edge of consciousness, your body weak and your senses heightened. As he sucks you dry, he releases you from his hypnotic spell, letting you see clearly for the first time. You see the marks of his fangs on your neck, your body trembling. But he doesn't stop there. He begins to pleasure you once again, his lips and hands moving over you in new ways, bringing you to the brink of orgasm once more. You arch your back, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he takes you to even greater heights of pleasure. Finally, with a moan of ecstasy, you reach your climax. Every muscle in your body spasms in pleasure, as the sensations explode through you. You feel like you're floating in midair, suspended in a world of pure bliss. As you come down back to earth, Jake pulls you into his embrace, holding you close, his heart beating next to yours. You realize that you do indeed belong to him now, and you're not sure if you ever want to leave his side. As you slip into unconsciousness, you hear Jake's voice, low and hypnotic. "You will never leave me," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "You are mine, now and forever. Your body and soul belong to me." You try to resist the pull of his words, but you know deep down that he's right. You'll never be able to forget the intense pleasure that he gave you, and you'll always yearn for his touch. In your mind, you submit to him completely, letting go of all inhibitions and accepting your new life as a creature of the night.

You awaken in your bed. "Was it all a dream?" Seeing his teeth marks on you, you know it wasn't. But why are you back home if he said you could never leave?

[sangheilihoes]

Confessions Pt. 1

Warnings: Angst

🫵 @ladysaturnsdust @bloodhaven99 @wyyvernn @konnisart @psybrepunk @heiress-prime @haytham-loves-chocolate @demigoddessqueens @memoriesofafallen @amefuyuu @grandmaster-haytham-kenway @dairsmuids @anli-rambles 🫵

A/n: feels rushed but whatever. Hope you enjoy 🩷

Haytham had been pining over you for weeks, maybe months. You've been friends with him for awhile now, having already known nearly the full extent of what hes gone through, over drinks and vulnerable moments, so he naturally already trusts you. He wanted to make his ever growing feelings known but each time he walked toward you, he panicked, suddenly realizing that you never looked him that way and to ruin such a close, trusting friendship is too hard to bear, so his thoughts were never said aloud.

He hadn’t expected to fall so hard but you filled a part of him he thought he’d lost long ago. You were smart, almost too smart, you could read him when no one else could, you were also inquisitive, eager to learn any and everything. There was also an eye for detail he didn’t have, you could notice a heart shape where he saw nothing. You had a mouth too, you weren’t afraid to speak up if a plan didn’t sound good or if you felt disrespected, the both of you got into arguments because of it but he never got mad, only mildly annoyed. And by gods, you were beautiful. Eyes that seemed to make his heart beat faster when his own met them, hair that made him want to run his hands through, to feel the soft locks run in between his fingers, to smell what shampoo you used and the prettiest lips he wanted to kiss, to feel.

Haytham never loved life, finding it too cold to love but with you, the sky seemed more blue, the trees more green, the flowers and his heart bloomed. No, he would never love life but he would love a life with you, as much as he tried to deny himself such a luxury.

When he had yet another restless night, his sleep filled with nightmares of losing you, dressed simple trousers and a billowy shirt, with his gun on the side. he left his home. He didn’t know where he was going nor did he care but fate somehow lead him to your door. His shaky hand knocked softly, unsure if you were even awake at this point.

‘Well, no going back’ he thought to himself

He waited for you to answer for what seemed like an eternity but was no more than a minute.

“Who is it?” You asked from inside

“It’s just me.” He responded

You opened the door, surprised to see Haytham standing there, looking almost… lost

“Is something wrong, Haytham?” Concern lacing your voice

“No. I… I need to speak with you. Please?” His voice wavered

You let him in without another word, the warmth of you your home inviting compared to the cool night. You were nervous; he looked like he hadn’t slept, his body was slack, hair was down and messy, something clearly wasn’t right.

“Ok, Haytham, cut to the chase, what’s going on?”

“I apologize for disturbing you, I just needed someone to talk to.” He sounded emotional.

Stepping closer, your hand coming to rest on his arm. This wasn’t Templar related was it? You briefly considered grabbing a bottle of ale.

“Y/N… I’m scared.” He finally confessed

“You? Scared? Of what?” You could laugh but he was serious

“You. You scare me, Y/N.”

...Wait, what?! Haytham Edward Kenway? Scared of you?! ‘Am I dreaming?’ You thought

“Why? What did I d-”

“I’m scared of losing you.” He cut you off, his confession knocking the wind out of you. You went to ask why but once again he cut you off

“I have nightmares of losing you; whether it’d be you leaving or dying, I don’t know which is worse. I’ve been so scared to tell you how I feel. You’re my closest friend and I don’t know what’d I do without you.” He paused, taking a deep breath then making eye contact with you.

“Y/N, over these past couple months… I’ve noticed my feelings go from friendship to something deeper. You’ve awaken something long lost in my heart. You’ve been there through finding my sister, losing Jim, Birch, everything. And there isn’t anything I wouldn’t tell you. You have more a soul than I ever could. Not even the gods could compare to you.”

“Haytham…”

“Y/N, I’m in love with you and I’m scared. Scared I’m going to lose this friendship, going to lose you. And I can’t.”

All you could do is stare at him in shock, your face burning. You swore he could hear your heart beating. Suddenly his face fell.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you that. I’ll leav-”

“NO! Don’t leave! I-I-” You started but the words couldn’t leave. You had started growing feelings too but never said anything, thinking it would pass but it never did, if anything, they grew. You took a deep breath

“Haytham, I feel the same. You mean the world to me and I’d give anything to not lose you, even if it means not telling you how I feel. You’re such a hardass but I’ve seen the other sides, the softer and vulnerable, it only makes me love you more. And to know that you trust and care about me means the world. Thank you for telling me.”

The way he looked at you made your heart flutter, there was a spark in his eyes you’ve never seen before.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” He asked, heart beating out his chest.

“Please…” You responded. Leaning in closer, feeling his body press against yours, his arm coming to wrap around your waist and his other hand coming to cup your face, pulling you toward him. Your hand that held his arm was now wrapped around his neck with your free hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

Haythams lips met your own in a sweet, gentle, tentative kiss. Finally affirming your shared feelings. He felt fireworks go off in his chest, what he imagined your lips to be couldn’t hold a candle to how soft they really were and how perfectly his locked with yours.

Reluctantly, you pulled way, coming to see how dazed and in love he looked. He looked at you like you were the only thing that existed. Suddenly, you found his lips on your again, this time more feverish, desperate to have you and to make up for lost time.

“Stay here, I want you with me.”

“Anything for you.”