#Thoughts ┊ ✗ ┊ behind my face — & above my throat ❜

[nebulaeternal]

✧༺┆✦ʚReflections of Desireɞ✦┆༻✩

―୨୧⋆ ˚GENRE/WARNING: smut, jealous sylus, mirror kink, slight bondage, breeding kink, orgasm denial, orgasm control, mirror sex, porn w/ little plot, alcohol mention. ―୨୧⋆ ˚SUMMARY: While attending a high-society event, Sylus experiences a slip of professionalism as he slowly becomes consumed by his jealousy and his fantasy after watching his partner in crime flirt with their target.

―୨୧⋆ ˚WORD COUNT: 3.7K

―୨୧⋆ ˚A/N: Hello! This is my first real post on here. It's been a while since I've written so it may be a bit rusty, but I hope you enjoy! (I did go back and edit this a couple times cause I kept getting ideas, so if you’re revisiting, I hope you enjoy~)

―୨୧⋆ ˚LINKS: AO3, Twitter

In the time that you’ve known Sylus, there was something intriguing about his fascination with mirrors. If you recall correctly, he had quite a few decorative mirrors displayed throughout his apartment, either adorned with beautifully intricate details or simply sleek yet classy designs.

You hadn’t thought much of it before now, that is, not before you caught Sylus, from the reflection of the mirror, gazing intently at you as you put the final touches on your makeup. Noticing his stare, you brought your lipgloss to your lip, applying it slowly deliberately sneaking glances at the crimson eyed man behind you, his gaze growing darker as he saw your pursed lips glistening.

“Ok, I’m ready, let’s go.” You say, turning on your heel to face him. Sylus remained silent as he stared at you, his gaze unwavering as his eyes slowly trailed down your body, loving the way your custom tailored dress hugged your body just right, memorizing the way it twisted and curved against your skin.

He stepped forward, the sound of his polished dress shoes clicking against the floor. Your eyes followed him till his body was pressed up against yours, arms slipping around your waist. “God, you’re beautiful. I’ll never get tired of this.” He says just above a whisper as his eyes flicker down to your lips once more.

You blush lightly, a smirk gracing your features as you put your arms around his neck, bringing him even closer to you. “For you, Love? I’ll do it again and again.” You said in a rather teasing manner as your lips brushed against his slightly.

The two of you stood there holding each other, gazes burning hot, the tension in the air so thick you could slice it with a knife. Sylus’s arms snake around you as he backs you into you into the mirror behind you, taking a quick glance at the reflection, seeing how small you were against him.

Just as the desire was nearly flooding his brain, he cleared his throat and pulls back slightly. composing himself a little “We better get going or we won’t make it at all.” His voice low and gruff as he pulls away as a form of restraint. “Shall we?” Holding out his arm, ready for you to take it.

You smooth out your dress before linking your arm in his, taking your assigned spot at his side. Sylus led the two of you out the door and to his Maserati, opening the passenger door for you with practiced elegance, like the gentleman he was, ensuring your dress was carefully tucked inside before gently closing it and heading to the driver’s side.

He hopped into the car and started the ignition before bolting off with speed. While he drove, the two of you reviewed the details of the mission, afterall it was the whole reason you were going to the damn party to begin with. “Stay close when the targets bite,” you had reminded him, almost shivering at the recollection of just how many creeps were really out there.

“You know how men can be..” He flashed you his confident, signature smirk “Now Sweetie, you know that I would never leave your side.” He said it rather smugly, causing you to giggle despite the slight tension that lingered in the air.

Upon arrival at the party scene, the place was dimly lit. The small chatter and occasional laughter filled the otherwise quiet atmosphere. You and Sylus looked at each other, giving one final nod before parting ways to carry out your assigned tasks. You had positioned yourself at the bar, using Sylus’s black card to buy yourself a drink, all part of the wonderful act you were putting together.

The bartender had come back with a glass of red wine, and almost as if on queue, one of your targets had just happened to slide up beside you. “What’s a beautiful lady like you doing all alone at the bar? No escort?” he asked, his eyes hungrily drinking you in. You brought the wine glass to your lips, looking at the man while doing so, sipping at the deep red liquid.

Feigning interest in the unfortunate man, you then took the glass away from your lips before speaking “Enjoying a quiet moment.” your voice as smooth as the alcohol you just drank. You put on an innocent yet seductive smile, watching your target carefully. He took that as an invitation to lean closer to you, his breath reeking of cigarettes and alcohol.

“You don’t seem like the type to be alone.” Doing your best not to curl away from his antics, you looked at him up and down, eyes slowly trailing his body, such a convincing act you put on. “Maybe I was just waiting for the right company.” You tease, swirling the wine in your glass before setting it down.

The man before you gave a smirk, convinced that he was making significant progress with you as you played into his game. “Well it looks like you’ve found it.” You let out a soft giggle and proceeded to continue in the meaningless conversation with the man. Sylus was on the other end of the carefully concealed earpiece, hearing absolutely everything that was going on.

That last giggle you had let out, only added fuel to the fire of his growing irritation. Groaning in frustration as that behavior was typically reserved for him and him only, but alas, he was here to help complete a mission and he wasn’t going to let his possessive nature get the best of him.

As luck would have it, you managed to extract the information you needed from the sad excuse of a man, before putting on one last Oscar worthy act and bidding him a farewell. As you walked away, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The tension finally leaving your body as you headed towards the bathroom to get away from all the noise.

Now that you think about it. Since you had flirted with the man at the bar, you haven't heard from Sylus. Ultimately you decided that you’d look for him after you got out of the bathroom. As you turned the corner to open the bathroom door, you felt a firm grip on your arm, spinning you around before cupping a hand over your mouth, preventing you from yelping.

With a surprised expression, you are met with none other than the crimson eyed man, his look almost disheveled as he holds you against the wall. You relax, now fully processing that it was no intruder. You pull his hand away from your mouth gently “God, you scared the hell out of me, Sy.” you eye him up and down, he didn’t look as composed as he normally did, breath ragged and dripping with need.

“Sorry, Love, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He was almost breathless as he spoke, this you found somewhat amusing. He was normally such a composed man, never letting anything tarnish his front.

“What happened to y-” you were cut off as he quickly pulled the two of you into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. You watched him stand there momentarily, still facing the door, before you decided to turn to the sink and splash your neck with some cold water.

As you turn off the faucet, the handle coming to a stop with a squeak, you could see Sylus gazing hungrily at you through the mirror, just like he did earlier that evening. His eyes examined you hungrily as tendrils of your hair stuck to your neck, wet from the water. Droplets running slowly down your skin before pooling in your collarbone, highlighting them in such a delicious manner that he could not resist.

Once again you heard the clicking of his polished dress shoes against the floor as he steps closer to you, eyes dark with desire, admiring how the dress hugged your figure in ways that made him go feral. Your attempt to turn around was quickly interrupted by his deep sultry voice and his hands steading you by the hips. “Don’t turn around..” he murmured as he pulled you closer to him.

His crotch was flush against your bottom, face burning up slightly as you could feel him, all of him. You instinctively exposed your neck for him, and he eagerly latched his lips onto the skin where your neck and shoulder meet, his eyes boring deep into you as he watched your face, through the mirror, contort into a pleasurable expression while he left his mark on you.

You moaned softly as you felt the suction from his lips against your skin “Sylus..not here-” your head began to turn towards his direction but was quickly interjected by his hand gripping your jaw gently yet firmly, turning your head back towards the mirror “Eyes on the mirror, Kitten.”

Before you could even protest, the man drew out, yet another moan from your lips as he left kisses and bites all over your neck. You feel your body growing weaker while you lean onto the sink to prevent yourself from quite literally falling from pleasure. “Sy…hng..wait..” you were hushed once more . His hands began to roam all over your body “Shhh, let me have this. I didn’t like the way that man was with you.”

Things between you and Sylus would have progressed further if not for the knock on the door, immediately alerting you two that your time was up. “That’s ok, we can finish this up at home.” Sylus then picked you up and threw you over his shoulder leaving you blushing and covering your face as the man waiting outside the door witnessed the scene and almost went pale.

“Sylus! Put me down!” you whined and protested but the man was on a mission and had only one thing on his mind. You. He placed you gently in the passenger seat of the car and went around the front before getting in the driver’s seat, not hesitating to start the car before speeding off once more.

The two of you arrive back at home, the twins waiting to greet you both. Before you could say anything to either of them, you felt yourself being carried once more and slung over his shoulder whilst he tossed them the keys to his car. Without saying a word, they understood exactly what their boss wanted.

The two of them waved at you, snickering at what they could guess what was to happen between the two of you. Having given up ages ago, you let Sylus carry you back into his room before tossing you gently onto the bed. His lips were quick to latch onto yours pulling you in for a heated kiss, the silence of the air being filled with ragged breaths and lips smacking.

The noise of it all reached your ears, causing your face to burn even hotter whilst you felt his hands snake up your body, slowly peeling your dress off of you. His lips left yours and began to trail down your body, taking his time with each kiss and bite he planted against your skin “You’re so beautiful, I could do this all day.” He murmurs against your skin, bringing the strap of your dress lower and till he could slip your breasts out.

You and Sylus may have done this a couple times, but you somehow were shy each time you did it, resulting in you always covering yourself up. Sylus then brings his hands to yours, gently holding your wrist as he pulls your arms away “Don’t hide from me, Love.”

He takes your wrist in one hand and pins them above your head, leaving the other to roam freely. His lips eagerly latch onto your nipple, causing you to moan and arch your back, further shoving your breasts in his face. “Sylus~” the sound of you moaning out his name was intoxicating and made his blood run hot through his veins, he could never get enough of it and only spurred him on further.

Your fingers get tangled in his ashy silver hair while you get lost in the pleasure of his lips. You then see his eyes flicker for a moment, following his gaze, your eyes landed on the beautifully carved mirror with golden trimmings that sit not too far from bed.

He slips your dress off completely in the process as he scoots the two of you closer to the mirror. His lips never once leaving your body. He gently flips you over onto your stomach, fingers delicately tracing your spine as he takes off his tie.

“Put your hands out in front of you.” You do as he says and stick both your hands out in front of you. He then brings the tie to your wrist, binding them together “Face down, ass up.” He says in a commanding tone. Not questioning his authority, you shuffle and scoot, shifting your weight from your legs to your knees and elbows, your pussy clenching around nothing as it dripped with your arousal.

Your scent hits Sylus’s nose and almost makes him go feral, watching as you flutter around nothing, almost as if it was an invitation for him to sink into your walls right at that moment. He quickly slipped himself out of his pants, unable to resist any longer, and positioned himself behind you. You watched all of this from the mirror positioned near his bed, hiding your face when the two of you made eye contact through the reflection.

Sylus bends over you, gripping your chin once more and turning your head, forcing you to look at the mirror. “Watch.” He growls into your ear as he’s teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. Your face begins to contort out of pleasure as you feel him slowly sliding into you. You can hear a groan escape his lips as he pushes himself to the hilt, letting out ragged, needy breaths.

He was kind enough to give you a few moments to adjust to his size, before slowly pulling out, leaving just the tip inside before slamming back into you, a force so strong, your body lurched forward, unable to catch yourself while you tried your best to support your body with shaky arms. The instant pleasure that came to you from his forceful thrust had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He continued to thrust into you, his pace picking up as his gentleness was now being replaced with an almost jealous vigor. The whole time your face was buried in the mattress as your muffled cries sounded out into the empty air.

You felt his hand snake around your neck pulling your body out of the mattress and into the air, having your body nearly pressed up against his. He turns your head to the mirror once more “Be a good girl and watch how I fuck you.” but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You knew it would be the beginning of your unraveling.

“N-No ah!” Sylus gave one particularly hard, angled, purposeful thrust, forcing your eyes to fly open and look at the sight before you. Your neck was littered with marks and bites from earlier that night while he drove his cock further into you, watching you cry out in the reflection of the mirror.

“Now, was that so hard?” he purred out, feeling you clench impossibly tighter around him whilst you watched both your bodies collide in a sweaty tango. You were too lost in pleasure to even answer his question.

“Answer me.” He shoved himself even deeper into you, the tip of his cock almost kissing your cervix as you cried out, tears brimming your eyes “No! It wasn’t-” A satisfied smirk made its way to Sylus’s face knowing that only he could get you like this. Absolutely needy and desperate for him, too sex dazed to think about anything else besides the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you.

“Letting that disgusting man near you like that,” He leaned down, his pace unrelenting. Whispering in your ear “it was on purpose wasn’t it?” You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed teasing Sylus, but had you known you’d be punished like this tonight, you might have reevaluated your decision.

You never thought Sylus to be the jealous type, yet here he was, plowing into you with absolute vigor and jealousy, ridding your brain of any of the occurrences from earlier that night, only able to think of him and the way he ravished your body.

“Wasn’t on purpose, hah-” you moaned out, feeling yourself nearing your peak. Sylus took note, accustomed to every little change that happened within your body. He felt the slight twitch of your walls around him. He picked up the pace, pounding into you deliciously, the restriction of your warm walls, enticing his own release, but he wasn’t ready to let go, not yet.

“Sylus!” You scream out, feeling yourself nearly coming undone. Like the evil bastard he was, he slowed down before coming to a complete stop, watching your worm in frustration, chasing your fading climax before huffing out. “Why?!” your hips chased his own as he pulled away slightly, still attempting to seek out your release.

“Because teases don’t get what they want.” He said as he was now turning you on your back. You were now staring him in the eyes, dark and clouded with lust. The look on his face only made you want to submit to him, his power something that you could never challenge, even if you wanted to. “Sy-aahhh.”

Your attempt to call out his name was promptly interrupted by him sliding back into your slick, sensitive walls, Pushing your thighs up, knees almost at your head. You clenched tightly around him, feeling as if you’d come undone right then and there. “Sylus, please-please let m-”

He put a finger to your lips, hushing you one more time. “You’re going to be a good girl and take what I give you.” He’s now grabbing your tied up wrist, pulling you onto his cock as he grits his teeth. “And don’t you dare cum until I let you.” You whimpered at his request, but what could you do besides hold of the best you could.

You didn’t notice it at first, but when you finally opened your eyes fully, the air left your lungs at the sight before you. “Sy, when did you-ah~have-“ he quickly interrupted you, still thrusting in and out of you. “Had it installed..while we were out..”he groaned out. Your heart beat fast out of your chest staring at the reflection.

If you didn’t have a thing for mirrors before, you definitely did now. Eyes trained on the mirror in the ceiling, watching his back muscles tense and flex as he plowed into you. You wanted so desperately to wrap your arms around him and claw his back but you can’t.

Oh how you’d love to see his skin littered by scratch marks. Especially from this view, red marks against his pale skin would be such an enticing sight. The thought it making you clench even harder.

He notices the little changes, how whiny you’ve become, gaze fixed past his head, feeling you constrict around him tighter than before “You like it?” He asked, beginning to smirk. All you could do was nod your head yes as his pace was relentless.

He began thrusting vigorously into you once more, the feeling of pleasure running hot in your veins as you let out the most relieved sigh. Sylus watched, moans spilling out uncontrollably whilst your mind got clouded with pleasure, watching you get lost in the feeling of his cock driving deep into you and whatever fantasy has you so dazed.

Watching you so lost in pleasure began to make his own desire rise as his thrusts became more forceful and intentful. Not sure how much longer he could last, he tugged your bound wrists harder, slipping his other hand down to where the two of you were joined, thumbing your clit, rubbing it in circles.

Your body began to convulse and twitch uncontrollably, your moans only getting louder and higher in pitch as your legs began to shake. You looked into his deep crimson eyes, tears brimming your own as you silently begged for him to let you finish, unable to say much besides babble incoherently.

His thrusts became more erratic as he chased his own climax, feeling your gummy walls starting to restrict around him once more. Pounding into you mercilessly, glancing up at the mirror to watch how your body squirmed and writhed against his steel strong grip.

Unable to hold off much longer, Sylus bends down and whispers into your ear, urging you to cum for him like the good girl you claimed to be ���Hng-be a good girl for me, Kitten. Cum for me.” he chanted over and over into your ear, his mind starting to go blank from the pleasure as his climax approached, hips moving faster and sloppier.

You couldn’t hold yourself any longer. Letting go, you finally hit your climax, cumming hard whilst your body trembled and your eyes rolled back, tears staining your cheeks and spit dribbling down the side of your mouth. “Sylus!~” You moaned his name one final time before your body went limp.

Hearing you moan his name like that was something he couldn’t resist, his hips moving quickly and erratically as his own orgasm teetered on the edge. It took one last involuntary squeeze from your pussy for him to spill his load inside you. Groaning and moaning as his hips jerked, shoving his seed deeper into you, while he pulled on your restraints, pulling you further into his cock, before collapsing on top of you.

The two of you lay there, panting, breathless, and absolutely fucked out. Bodies quivering with the aftershocks of your orgasm as you open your mouth to speak. Your throat was dry and your voice was hoarse. “You were that jealous huh?” Sylus rolled his eyes at your question.

Pulling out slowly, hissing at the way your walls clenched around him, almost as if inviting him back in. He undid the tie cuffs he had made before picking you up and heading to the bathroom.

“Shut up..” he scoffed as a smile creeped onto his face.

[silenttrxxs]

vampire choi san! x reader

nsfw!, smut, angst (if you squint), mentions of blood, comsumptions of blood, wounds

it was another normal day, well thats what you thought to yourself. you walked the same route everyday grabbing coffee in the same shop as normal but it felt off, the coffee tasted more bitter than normal, the hot liquid burning your throat and causing you to whimper a little, the pounding in your head becoming increasingly more unbareable, taking yourself out the shop and stepping into the bright sun basking over the city you knew of old. you winced as it beat down on you trying hard to sheild your eyes from the glare finding shade in a nearby alleyway as you rooted through your handbag pulling out some tablets to cure the pain searing through your skull.

you felt a breeze as you watched the tablets fly from your grasp onto the floor and the world become black.

you blinked rapildly the bright light shining above your bringing the burning headache to come back with avengance, you winced and moved trying to block yourself with the pillow, groaning as you felt a sharp pain in your mouth and abdomen you whined and held onto the pillow the pain increasing more and more you looked around finding the help button and pressing it reapeatdly.

San was busy seeing to other patients in the hospital, his pager buzzing inssesantly as he grabbed it and looked at the number, grabbing his coat and stethascope and walking down the hallways pushing back the curtains and looking at your frail body writhing in pain. he spoke up annoucing his arrival.

"hi, y/n im doctor choi, ill be helping you today, we gathered your details from your id in your bag before admission, how are you feeling?"

you looked up squinting and wincing a little at the light behind him, you tried to speak but a hoarse whisper exited your mouth.

"it hurts; my entire body feels like its on fire doctor, can we at least have the lights out or something in here?"

san laughed a little standing closer over the bed sheilding the light from you and smiling down at you as he looked at your face taking in the look, noticing the hollow bags under your eyes and the slight shine of red glinting, he breathed knowing excatly what the diagnosis would be and knowing he didnt have long to help you.

"y/n i believe you have something serious and will need to be contained in quarentine for a while, i will guide you there myself and will ensure your full recovery, i will ensure that this condition is fully tested and my suspicions are deemed correct"

you looked up at him offering a weak attempt at a smile, you had no fight left to entertain the usual sharp witted back comments that you would usually come out with.

"okay" you breathed out weakly.

"i will carry you to the area and this will free up this bed" san said ushering a porter to take the bedding and picking your frail body up, in different circumstances this would have been something youd see in k-dramas, or in your dreams, being carried bridal style. you couldnt even bring yourself to enjoy the moment the searing hot flush of what felt like lava flooding through your veins, the pain in your abdomen becoming more painful by the second you held onto him with all the might you could muster hiding your face in his chest sheilding from the light.

san walked carefully and smiled to his collegues as he nodded to his collegue to sign your discharge note, thanking him before he walked outside, he placed you onto your feet, you wobbled a little as he fished his keys from his pocket and unlocked his car, guiding you to the door and helping you inside.

"y/n you can hear me right?" he spoke out looking to you as he sat in the seat before starting the car.

"yeah, i hear you loud and clear doctor" you breathed out feeling a little better as you looked around the tinted windows sheilding the glare of the sun.

"right, before i drive i have to tell you something"

"okay im listening..."

"firstly since i have clocked off now you can call me san, now i must explain that you will feel much better in no time if you are willing to allow me to take you to my place"

"i- erm i dont have a choice san i need help, this hurts so much"

"i know okay so ... wow how do i say this without sounding crazy"

"huh"

san noticed the wound on your forearm, clearly the wound had stopped healing due to your lack of food and blood.

"well look at your arm"

he gently lifted your arm showing you the wound.

"wait what is this"

"well this something thats going to sound crazy, you know that myths are real, vampire, gods all that... yeah its real and we live amongst everyone quite happily"

san breathed out looking out the window as he leant into his glovebox pulling out what looked like a cough sweet, taking the wrapper between his teeth forcing a fang to glint your way as he snarled a little and sucked the sweet out the wrapper.

"youre no longer human sweetie, i can help you but you first have to trust me"

"w-what why when huh?"

"its simple darling you got bitten, your turned now youre hungry and need to feed"

"o-on what"

"blood silly, now take this and ill get you some more when we get to my place"

he handed you the sweet carefully and watched as you took it and let out a slight moan at the feeling.

"i made this to help when im working"

"its so good oh my god"

"glad to hear now lets get going shall we"

san said starting the car and driving to his place.

pulling into the driveway he got out opening the door and awaiting your exit, noticing you felt a little better and was able to walk unaided he still walked with his arm behind you ensure to catch you if you was to fall. he unlocked the door and guided you into the living room.

the decor all dark and mysterious looking, curtains drawn to sheild the light from pouring in. breathing a sigh of relief he wandered to the sofa, unshering you to sit with him.

"now i am about to sound completely and utterly mad as this isnt how i usually do thing when this occurs but for some reason youve drove me crazy since i laid eyes on you"

san moved his shirt, exposing his collarbone and pulsing veins in his neck before tapping the area.

"let yourself go honey, do not feel frightened the thirst will be quenched after this i promise you"

you looked at him shocked, the exposed skin sending shivers down your spine, a searing fire feeling like it had been set off in your brain as you took in his entire form, your eyes landing on his and taking in the pure adoration and trust behind his irises.

"i trust you and i know how to make you stop darling dont worry"

you sighed as you leant closer, gasping a little as you felt his hands grip you and pull you onto his lap, settling you down and carressing the small dip in your back, if the hunger hadnt been comsuming your brain and the insessent throbbing of his veins sounding in your ears you may have gone a little mad and run away.

"t-thank you" you breathed out before latching your teeth into his neck, the blood seeping from his vein into your mouth, you moaned at the feeling of the hot liquid spilling down the back of your throat. you sucked and sucked feeling your body healing as you fed from him.

you lifted up, blood dripping from your mouth and down your chin as you looked down at him, a pleasured look plastered on yours and his face as you smiled.

"i- i can i?" you breathed out as you had the thought of kissing him flash through your brain.

"do it, now" he spoke lifting a hand to slide behind your head in the small nape of your neck guiding your moved closer before your lips attached into a passionate and hungry kiss. bodies entertwining as you both fought for dominance.

all that could be heard from the room was the sounds of breathy moans and kissing, your body taking action before you could even rationalise it, your hips moving against his increasing bulge. a stuttered moan leaving his body as you both caught onto this notion of where this was going.

you locked eyes for a second and nodded before moving at what felt like a second your clothes now shredded from your body, scattered across the floor along with his own and his body towering over yours as he gripped your thighs rubbing them and spreading your legs apart.

"fuck y/n" he moaned out as he guided his fingers over your slick folds, your body shivering at his every touch.

"s-san" you breathed out your hips bucking up into his touch.

"now now only good girls get rewarded" a

you groaned and gasped as his fingers slipped inside your hole, the wind being knocked out of you as he curved his fingers finding that delicous sweet spot, aiming for that every single time he thrusted his fingers inside you, watching the way you arched into his touch, your arm covering your face as you tried to contain yourself.

"nu uh i wanna see your face when i make you cum baby, now let go and cum over my fingers princess"

you clenched around his fingers as the wave of your orgasm flowed through your body at an alarming pace, you felt a hand pinning your arm above your head and saw the way san moaned as you gripped onto him urging him closer.

"f-fuck o-oh my god san" you moaned out as you came around his fingers, your juices flowing from you down his knuckles.

"good girl" he breathed out. taking his hand and wiping it.

his hand gliding down his body as he watched your hungry gaze.

taking his own length in his hand and stroking gently-

"f-fuck look at you clenching around nothing, so hungry for my cock arent you princess" he teased as he let his length glide over your folds, before guiding himself into you gently, letting your body pulsate and throb around him. he bit his bottom lip and held back a moan as you sucked him in fully and looked up at him.

"fuck me san please" you breathed out you body arching into him as you urged him to move.

"f-fuck oh my god" he moaned out starting to thrust into you hard, his nails digging into your hips as he pounded into you, your body becoming like jelly as he fucked you.

"fuck look at you, drooling over cock huh?" he said as he landed a slap to your ass drawing out a moan from you.

"looks like i found my perfect little cocksleeve huh?" he teased and moaned as he felt your walls instantly envelope him bringing him closer to his own impending orgasm.

"fuck baby im gonna cum" he breathed out as he gripped onto your hips harshly, the sounds filling the room almost cheesily pornographic, he looked down a thin layer of sweat coating the pair of your, hair dishelvled, the cockdumb look on your face broke him, he groaned loudly and thrusted into you brutally halting his movements as he spilled inside you. breathing heavily as he watched your face contort in pleazure and the way your walls clenched around him signalling your own orgasm has approached with him.

"f-fuck" he breathed out pulling out of you gently grabbing a cloth and coming back quickly.

"w-well... well talk about that another time let me just clean you up and we can chill and get to know a little more... than this about each other" san sighed and laughed as he wiped you down ensuring you was clean and comfy, grabbing his hoodie from the sofa where he left it in the morning before work.

"here wear this although were cold blooded ... we still feel semi normal things and plus i owe you some new clothes" he laughed looking around the room.

"pick anything ill be back" he ushered to the tv and remote before running to grab some joggers and returning to see you picked a movie.

"now ... i could get used to this" you both spoke at the same time. laughing and cuddling on the couch.

[ltash]

My Baby Shot Me Down

Warning: Extreme angst.

The night was bitter, biting into your skin as you stood frozen on the SAS base. The cold wind tugged at your clothes, but the chill in your bones came from something else, something darker.

Ghost stood in front of you, a monolith of darkness, his voice cutting through the heavy air like a blade. "Don’t you ever think about this," he warned, his voice a rough, jagged thing, "or I will forget who you are."

(I was 5, and he was 6. We rode on horses made of sticks.)

Memories slipped into the edges of your mind, unbidden and unwanted. You remembered a time before all this, two children running through fields of green, wild with laughter, playing games with sticks as swords. He always won. You always let him win.

But this wasn’t a game anymore. Your gun was heavy in your hands, trembling as you pointed it at Captain Price, the man who had taken everything from you. "He killed my father. He killed General Shepherd."

(He wore black, and I wore white. He would always win the fight.)

Ghost’s words came like cold steel, merciless, and unyielding. "Your father was no one but a traitor," he spat, "who betrayed us, who betrayed his own country."

Tears burned at your eyes, blurring your vision. "He had no right," you sobbed, the words breaking apart as they left your lips, "he had no right to kill him like that. In his office. At his desk."

(Bang bang, he shot me down, bang bang I hit the ground.)

Ghost’s voice became a command. "Put your gun down. Now." His tone was edged with something deadly, a finality that left no room for hesitation. "Or I will shoot without a second thought."

You didn’t move. Couldn’t move. Your hands held the gun steady, aimed at Price. The weight of everything, betrayal, loss, the unbearable grief, it held you there, unmoving, locked in place.

(Bang bang, that awful sound… bang bang, my baby shot me down…)

"Y/N!" Ghost’s voice was a growl now, a beast barely restrained. "This is your last warning. I will forget who you are."

For a moment, you searched his eyes—those dark, stormy eyes hidden behind the mask. You searched for Simon, the boy you once knew. The one who used to be soft, who used to laugh. The boy who once held your heart in his hands.

You saw him. For just a moment, you saw the boy you grew up with, the one who shielded you from the world just as you had shielded him and Tommy from the bullies in school.

(Seasons came and changed the time.)

You remembered everything, the laughter, the quiet moments of peace when he found solace in your arms, the way you used to look at him and see a future, one full of love and warmth.

(When I grew up, I called him mine.)

But the man standing before you now wasn’t that boy anymore. His eyes were hollow, devoid of the warmth they once held. The mask hid more than just his face. It hid the soul you once knew, the one you loved.

(He would always laugh and say, remember when we used to play…)

Once, you played games. You used to pretend to shoot each other, laughing as you fell to the ground, knowing it was all make-believe. But this time, there was no pretending. This time, the guns were real, and the stakes were life and death.

(Bang bang…he shot you down..)

The sound of gunfire exploded through the silence. Two shots, ringing out like a death knell, reverberating through the air.

Your breath caught in your throat as pain bloomed in your chest. The world seemed to slow, every heartbeat an agony. The gun fell from your hand, clattering to the ground, as you staggered backwards, your legs giving out beneath you.

(Bang bang, you hit the ground…)

The earth rose up to meet you, cold and unforgiving. Your body collapsed into the dirt, the warmth of your blood spilling from the wound Ghost had given you. You gasped for breath, each one more laboured than the last, the world around you dimming, the stars above fading into the blackness.

(Bang bang, that awful sound…)

Ghost’s footsteps were slow, deliberate, as he approached. His gun lowered, and he stood over you, his shadow falling across your broken form. He looked down at you, his voice low, distant, as if he was speaking to a memory rather than the person lying at his feet.

"I used to shoot you down," he murmured, his voice almost soft, almost tender. But there was no warmth in it. There was no recognition of the girl he once loved.

You thought of those days, those games you played as children, how he would always offer his hand after you fell, pulling you back to your feet, his smile boyish and full of affection.

But not this time.

This time, his hand stayed by his side.

The world around you was fading, the cold seeping into your skin as the night closed in. The pain in your chest spread like wildfire, but you could barely feel it now, the numbness slowly taking over. Your hand trembled as you lay there, blood soaking into the ground beneath you.

Everything was slipping away.

Through the haze of agony, you raised your hand, the gesture almost instinctual, reaching for him one last time. Your fingers stretched out toward Ghost, or maybe not him, but the memory of Simon. The boy you once knew, the boy who always pulled you up after you fell, his grip firm, his smile soft, as though he was your anchor in a world that seemed to tilt and spin around you.

(He would always laugh and say, remember when we used to play…)

You remembered it clearly, how he always offered his hand after your playful falls, how he would pull you up with ease, laughing like it was all part of some unspoken promise, that no matter what, he’d always be there to catch you.

So, you gave him your hand. Just one time, just one last time.

"Simon!!"

Like a prayer, you called his name.

Maybe, just maybe, he’d take it again. Maybe, in some hidden part of him, that boy still lived, the one who would never leave you on the ground. You reached for him, hope flickering in the depths of your chest, fragile as the breath you fought for.

But his eyes, dark and unreadable beneath the mask, didn’t soften. He stood there, unmoving, the weight of his decision bearing down like a shadow. His hand stayed at his side, no longer the lifeline it had once been.

The silence stretched between you, your hand still hanging in the air, waiting, desperate for the touch that would never come.

You thought for a moment that he might, that maybe the Simon you loved was still there, buried deep beneath the Ghost he had become. But as the seconds dragged on, as the cold began to numb your fingers, you realized…

He wasn’t going to take your hand. Not this time.

The darkness pressed in on you, the weight of the wound pulling you down, the finality of it sinking in. There would be no pulling you back to your feet. No familiar warmth, no reassurance that things would be okay.

Your hand fell limply back to the ground, cold and empty.

And as your vision blurred, as the world around you dimmed, you understood with a crushing clarity: you were truly alone.

This time, no one was there to pull you up.

You lay there, the world slipping away, your body growing colder as the pain dulled. There was no hand to pull you up, no familiar warmth to guide you back to your feet. Only the darkness, creeping in around the edges, and the silence that followed.

(Bang bang…)

And as you succumbed to the wound he gave you, you realized,

You were alone.

[starstrucklilypad]

Simon Riley

Warning: Angsty, Mentions of death

Your boyfriend, Simon Riley’s face hardened at the news of your pregnancy. His eyebrows furrowed, and a frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. He took a deep breath, his shoulders tensing slightly. “You’re pregnant,” he repeated, his voice flat and emotionless.

He stood there silently for a moment, absorbing the information. It was clear that this was not the news he had been expecting to hear. His eyes darted around the room, avoiding your gaze. You could see the gears turning in his mind, processing the implications of your pregnancy. After a few moments, he finally spoke. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice cautious. He stepped closer to you, studying your face and searching your eyes for any sign of doubt.

“I… I confirmed with my OB earlier” you spoke softly.

 Simon’s expression remained stoic, but you could see the subtle changes in his body language. His shoulders tensed further, and his jaw clenched tightly. He was clearly struggling to process the news.

“And you’re… you’re keeping it?” he asked, his voice quieter now. 

“Of course, I am keeping the baby.” Your voice stern with finality.

Simon’s jaw clenched tighter at your response. He ran a hand through his hair, a habit he had whenever he was frustrated or stressed. “I don’t know if I can be a father,” he said quietly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for a moment before looking away again. There was a hint of vulnerability in his voice that you hadn’t heard before. It seemed like he was struggling with his own doubts and fears about this unexpected situation. He leaned against the wall; his arms crossed over his chest. “I’ve never even thought about being a father before. I don’t know if I’m cut out for it.”

“Aren’t you going to at least try?”

His expression darkened at your question. He pushed off the wall and began pacing the room restlessly. “You know my background,” he said harshly. “I’m a soldier, not a father. I don’t know how to be someone’s dad. I don’t even know if I want to be.” He stopped in front of you, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before looking away again. There was a mixture of pain and anger in his voice, and you could see the internal struggle he was going through. “I’m trained to fight and kill, not to care for a baby.”

There was a long silence between you as he looked away, lost in his own thoughts. It was as if he was wrestling with demons of his own, trying to reconcile with the man he had always been with the man he was now being asked to become. “I’m not ready for this,” he said quietly, more to himself than to you.

You nodded, “I guess that’s my answer.”

Simon’s head snapped up at your words, his eyes meeting yours once again. There was a flicker of confusion in his gaze for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by a look of resignation. “Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice low and gruff.

“No! this isn’t what I want! I want you to be a part of this but I can’t force you!” you snapped.

His shoulders slumped at your words. He let out a deep sigh, his eyes dropping to the floor between you. It was clear that he was conflicted, torn between his own fears and doubts and his love for you. “I don’t know if I can be the man that you need me to be,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Thanks for being honest.” You gathered your stuff and walked out.

Simon watched you leave, his eyes following you until you were out the door. Something inside of him shifted, a flicker of regret and guilt in his gaze. He wanted to say something to stop you from walking out, but the words caught in his throat. As the door shut behind you, he let out a deep breath, a look of pain etched across his face.

You quit the force soon after, with your savings, you moved to a smaller place.

The days since you left had been difficult for Simon. He missed you, more than he cared to admit even to himself. He had spent several sleepless nights pacing in his house, regretting his words and actions. But he couldn’t bring himself to reach out to you, paralyzed by his own fears and doubts. Weeks passed, and there was no word from you. Simon tried to distract himself with work, throwing himself into his missions and training with even more intensity than usual. He thought about you often, wondering how you were doing, how the pregnancy was going. He wanted to reach out, to apologize and say the words he should have said when you told him about the baby. But the thought of facing you and admitting his fears made him feel weak and vulnerable, feelings he had spent his life avoiding.

Time skip. After almost three months, you’re currently working as a waitress at a night club to add more money to your savings. The tips from your customers helped ease your financial problems.

It was well after midnight and the nightclub was in full swing. The place was lively, with the sounds of music, laughter, and drunken voices filling the air. The room was dimly lit, with the only source of light coming from the small tables and the neon signs on the walls, casting a soft glow over everything. As you moved among the tables, taking orders and delivering drinks, you caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the crowd.

It was Simon, his figure almost blending into the shadows. But you could recognize him instantly, even in the dimmed lights. He was sitting at a small table in the corner, nursing a beer and seemingly lost in his thoughts. He hadn’t noticed you yet, his eyes fixed on the glass in front of him. You felt your heart skip a beat as you saw him, a mixture of surprise and apprehension washing over you. You hadn’t seen him in months, and you had half-expected never to see him again. Taking a deep breath, you continued to work, trying to keep your focus on your job and not on the man sitting in the corner.

As the night wore on, you occasionally found yourself stealing glances in Simon’s direction. He was still sitting by himself, deep in thought. It was strange to see him in this environment, so far removed from the military and the chaos of his usual life. Finally, the club closed and the last patrons began to leave. As you were finishing up your cleaning duties, you felt a presence behind you. You turned around and found Simon standing there, watching you silently. His gaze was intense, his eyes studying you for a moment before he spoke. “Can we talk?” he asked, his voice low and rough. You motioned to a nearby chair. Simon followed your gesture and sat down in the chair facing you. He was tense, his muscles taut as if he was preparing for a fight. He stared at you for a moment, his eyes lingering on your face and the dropping to your stomach.

“You’re showing already,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. There was a hint of surprise in his tone, as if he hadn’t expected the evidence of your pregnancy to be visible so soon.

“Twins…” you muttered.

Simon’s eyes widened at your words, his gaze flickering up to meet yours. There was a mixture of shock and disbelief in his expression. “You’re carrying twins?”

You nodded. “I’m shocked too, there’s no twins in my family.”

Simon remained silent for a few moments, his mind still processing the information. “How far along are you?” he asked finally, his eyes watching you intently.

“I’m turning four months.”

Simon’s gaze lingered on your stomach for a moment before he looked up at your face. There was a hint of something in his eyes- a mixture of worry and wonder. “How are you feeling?” his voice softer now.

“I’m always tired and grumpy, the morning sickness doesn’t help either.”

He nods, then his demeanor changed. There was a flicker of protective instincts in his eyes but he managed to keep his voice steady as he spoke. “You know, working in a place like this… it’s not exactly safe.”

“It pays my bills.” You countered.

His expression darkened at your response. He knew you were being stubborn, and he knew arguing with you would be pointless. “You shouldn’t have to risk your safety just to make ends meet,” he said gruffly.

“Well right now, I don’t have a choice, do I?!” your voice raised.

He let out a sigh, his frustration evident in the tension in his shoulders. He knew you were right, but he couldn’t help feeling concerned for your well-being. “You could have come to me, asked for help.”

“I told you I don’t want to force you on this!”

Simon’s eyes widened at your words, a mixture of guilt and regret flashing across his face. He knew he had hurt you, and the reminder stung.

“I never knew you’d end up working in a place like this,” he muttered, his voice low.

“Well, here I am!”

He didn’t respond for a moment. He just sat there; his eyes fixed on the floor between you and him. There was a mix of emotions on his face – guilt, regret, and something else that you couldn’t quite place. After a few moments, he looked up at you, his gaze meeting yours directly. “I don’t like seeing you here.”

“Then don’t comeback here.” You spoke with a dismissed tone.

His jaw clenched at your words, his eyes narrowing. “Is that what you want? For me to just disappear from your life?”

“We haven’t seen each other for three months. I don’t think that will be an issue for you.”

Simon fell silent at your words, stung by the truth in them. It was a harsh reminder of the distance that had grown between you in the past three months. He leaned back in his chair; his gaze dropped to the floor. After a few moments, he spoke again, “It hasn’t been easy, you know,” he said, his eyes flickering to meet yours.

“Oh I know! It’s not easy to handle pregnancy on your own, for the first time and all alone!” I snapped.

He grimaced at your words, a flicker of guilt in his eyes. He knew that he hadn’t been there for you when you needed him most. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let my fears get the best of me.”

“I guess it’s a bit late for apologies now.” You sighed. “You need to go, we’re closing up now.”

Simon nodded in understanding. He pushed himself up from the chair, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he spoke. “C…can I see you again?”

“What for?”

He flinched at your response. Your words cut deep, a reminder of how much the distance between you had grown. But he couldn’t blame you for your coldness, not after what he had walked out on you when you needed him most. He took a step closer to you, his eyes searching your face. “To talk… to try and make things right.”

“I want actions Si, I don’t want to trust mere words.”

He knew you were right; he had done nothing but disappoint you, and words alone wouldn’t be enough to make up for that. He took a step towards you, his eyes fixed on yours. “I won’t let you down again,” he said firmly. “I’ll prove it to you. Give me a chance.”

There was a moment of silence between you as you met his gaze, searching his eyes for any sign of deception. But all you could see was sincerity, a determined flicker in his eyes. Finally, you let out a sigh, your shoulders slumping slightly. “One chance” you said quietly.

He let out a sigh of relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He hadn’t expected you to give him a chance, but he was grateful that you had. “I won’t screw up this time… I promise.”

Then he continued, “I’ll start by paying for everything, expenses, medications and you’re going to live with me. You’re carrying my kids, and I have a responsibility to take care of you. I’m not going to let you struggle on your own, not anymore.”

Days and weeks passed, you’re currently seven months along. Living with Simon made everything easier, he’d proven himself ever since you gave him a chance and it made you love him more. He had been by your side through the entire pregnancy, attending doctor appointments, helping you with any small task, and just generally making sure you were comfortable and safe.

One evening, as you were sitting on the couch, he came over and sat down beside you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer, his touch soothing around your belly. “How’re the little ones doing today sweetheart?”

“They’re super active. I think one kicked my bladder.” You laughed.

Simon chuckled at your words, “sounds like they’re getting restless in there,” he leaned down, pressing a kiss on your stomach. “Hey, you two, take it easy on your mom alright? Give her a break,” he spoke to the babies.

You smiled affectionately, “Got a name for them yet?”

“I’ve been thinking about it… for our boy, I’ve always like the name s/n and for our baby girl, maybe something softer, like d/n.”

“I love it Si!” you beamed widely.

“S/n and D/n Riley” he repeated, his voice filled with pride. “Sounds perfect.”

He leaned over to you and gave you a soft, chaste kiss. After a few moments, he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he gazed into your eyes. “I love you, you know,” he murmured.

“And I love you too” you smiled back.

After a week, you gave birth to your little bundle of joys. Simon was by your side the entire time, holding your hand, wiping your forehead and doing everything he could to support you.

“You did it sweetheart! I’m so proud of you!”

That was the last thing you heard before you slip out of consciousness.

Another week passed. After the twins were born, Simon held them tightly in his arms as he watched your casket being lowered to the ground. He stood there stoically, his eyes red and weary from a week of grief and little sleep. He held your son and daughter in his arms, the babies oblivious to the somber occasion.

Simon tried to be strong, tried to be the rock that your family needed, but deep inside, his heart was shattered. He had lost the love of his life, the mother of his children, and it felt like a part of him had died along with you. All he could do was hold your children close, trying to find strength to raise them alone.

“We ain’t angry at you love… You’re the greatest thing we’ve lost”

[suguann]

Ex-husband!Gojo who doesn’t understand that the parents (mostly the moms who try to hide behind their giant sunglasses) at Mio’s soccer games talk, and he chooses today to pull you into his lap. Several sideways glances cast your way at how cozy you both must look as you watch your four-year-old daughter run in the wrong direction across the field because she got distracted by a butterfly.

He doesn’t hear what they talk about—aren’t they divorced? I’ve never seen anyone divorced act like that—or (worse) when they try to be subtle about their probing into Satoru’s dating life while you stand there with a stilted smile plastered onto your face. 

(More than likely, he’s listened to every word and doesn’t give it the same amount of thought or care as you do.)

“Gojo,” you hiss, trying to move off his lap to no avail. “I have my own chair.”

“Can you still call me that if it’s your name too?”

A huff. “Go bother somebody else—”

“Shh,” he tells you, tugging you further against his chest. “You’re missing the game. Mio’s finally found her way back onto the field again.”

“But everyone’s staring at us.” You catch the eye of a mother tearing into a pack of fruit snacks.

“So? Let them stare.”

Everyone starts cheering, and you both watch Mio chase the ball down the field, her little body ducking between the taller kids. 

“That’s my girl!” Gojo shouts over the other parents.    

And then Mio kicks the ball into— 

The wrong goal.

“Maybe we should have let her join t-ball,” you whisper, though you both clap as your daughter starts doing not-quite cartwheels in the middle of the field.

Ex-husband!Gojo who still does work around the house every Friday, and to your dismay, shirtless now that the weather is warmer.

The plate in your hands has a few scuffs, half of a cartoon character’s face scrubbed off to oblivion that Mio will have something to say about later. Doing everything to stop from staring out into the yard where he’s mowing the lawn because the window is right there, above the sink, to tempt you.

It’s difficult when his chest glistens with sweat from the early-summer heat and how those stupid gray cotton shorts (that you know he picked out with the sole purpose of torturing you) sit dangerously low on his hips— 

He looks towards the kitchen window, a crooked smile stretching across his lips. The blood rushing to your brain, that must be what makes you give a sudsy wave and cause heat to creep into your middle.

Ex-husband!Gojo who strolls into your room while you’re putting away laundry one afternoon, and unsurprisingly shirtless as he crowds you against the dresser. Front to back. His mouth at your ear.

That steady resolve you pride yourself in crumbles at your feet, and you swallow the tiny, helpless sound working its way up your throat. A slippery thing that slips out. “Satoru…”

“You know, these little shorts were always my favorite,” he tells you, his fingers playing with the elastic waistband.

“Were they?”

“Don’t you remember? Couldn’t get them out of the way fast enough.”

Your mouth is dry, something playing in a loop in the back of your brain. Early morning, breakfast cooling on the stove, crumbs stuck to your cheek, these shorts dangling off the leg propped up on the counter—

“Where’s Mio?”

A kiss to your nape, a knowing smile. “Taking a nap.”

Ex-husband!Gojo who works your shorts and underwear off your legs before pulling you to the edge of the bed. 

“Satoru, we—we can’t keep doing this—”

Your words trail off into a moan when he slaps your clit with the leaky tip of his cock, and wet sounds echo in the room.

“Yeah? Go on, baby,” he tells you, slowly splitting you open, stuffing you full, two puzzle pieces slotting perfectly into place like it should be (how it’s always been). “Tell me some more why we can’t keep doing this.” 

You can’t, not with how he’s filling you up in the way only he knows how. Not when he hooks two thick fingers into your mouth because you’re getting too loud, pinning you against the bed with your cheek buried into your pillow, every sound choking into nothing.

You wriggle underneath him, fingers clawing at the comforter and your back arching.

“Christ, look at you,” he growls, leaning over you, teeth bared. “Fucking look at you. You needed this, didn’t you?”

Ex-husband!Gojo who presses what leaks out back inside you with his thumb after he pulls out, wet and sticky circles between your legs until you fall apart again with a soft cry. His thumb is there again, at your entrance, pushing and stopping like a plug, muttering something under his breath that sounds like, “Can’t waste it.” 

And quieter, “Maybe it’ll take.”

(Who knows?

Maybe it will. Worse things have happened.)

Ex-husband!Gojo who stays for dinner for the fourth time that week, and none of the reasons have been because Mio asked if he could. It’s more about the fact that you’ve enjoyed how whole your family feels again, that you can pretend for a moment this is what you do every night.

(How it was probably always going to come back to this.) 

That your wedding ring doesn’t sit in the back of your sock drawer, and his isn’t tucked away in his wallet. That you don’t feel guilty when you think about saying I love you or wishing he’d stay longer—

“Daddy, you gonna lose,” Mio tells Satoru as Mario Kart appears on the screen.

“We’ll see,” he laughs, tugging on one of her pigtails until she’s giggling and swatting his hand away.

You lean back against the couch, watching them with a small smile you share with Satoru over your daughter’s head.

[reiderwriter]

Hi, so I have a request, but please don't feel pressured to write it now.

I was wondering if you could please do a scene or scenario where Spencer shouts out in desperation and panic "where's my wife" after a close call with the team on a very dangerous case.

A/N: I put a bit of a twist on your request so I hope you still enjoy it! Thank you for requesting~♡

Warnings: minor injury to canon characters, explosion, temporary loss of hearing, sight, etc.

The force of the blow was so strong that when Spencer Reid finally came to, a few seconds after hitting the ground hard, he couldn't hear a thing. 

Whether it was adrenaline, or an injury, or pure shock, his senses were numb, and the only thought in his head as he started screaming was of you. 

“Wh-where,” he coughed, shaking his head to try and focus. “Where's my wife?” 

His voice was quiet and weak at first, but it didn't matter to him. After all, he couldn't hear the words at all. He just felt his lips form the words and knew the familiar vibrations in his throat meant the sound was escaping into the wind. 

You pushed through crowds with a scream as you tried to get through to your team. Spencer wasn't the only one close to the blast. 

Emily, JJ, Morgan, and Hotch were all in various states of disarray around you as you ran back from the car across the street. You'd run back to check some files, feeling something off, and the heat and loud boom behind you was the confirmation you'd been looking for that you were right. 

After his first few attempts, Reid still couldn't see you, much less hear you or touch you or press his arms around you and not let go. He struggled to his feet and began calling again. 

“Where's my wife? Where is… WHERE'S MY WIFE?” His voice broke, and he  coughed gasped through each word, but he didn't stop. 

He stumbled forward, looking to see you through the haze of dust that had erupted from the blast site. Morgan ran to his side just as he tripped, pulling an arm under his as they stumbled together away from the rubble. 

“Where is she? She was right here, I need-” he coughed, leaning more on Morgan than he was walking for himself as his ankles twisted under him. 

“Hey, hey kid, we're okay. We need to get away from the blast, okay? Away.” 

Spencer kept rambling, though, his ears ringing as he blinked away his confusion and the panic creeped in stronger. 

“My wife, where is she? Morgan, I have to find her, she could be hurt,” he demanded, his voice stronger now as he pushed out of Morgan's grip. 

Ambulances and police cars were beginning to pull up, half of them already having been on route when your team had pulled up. 

Spencer searched through the crowd, sorting through faces until he found the one he desperately needed to see. 

Emily and JJ had been thrown back towards the cars, but both seemed to have missed big shrapnel and other injuries. He watched them clutch each other and stumble behind the cars as they called into their phones, requesting backup. 

Hotch was similarly talking fast to surrounding officers, and though he looked fine, he clutched his knee in his hand. The already dark material of his pants was somehow darker, and shinier in places, and it was only a moment later that Spencer realized a large chunk of shrapnel was jutting out of his leg, just above the knee. 

Rossi had been the furthest from the blast, bar you, and it was him that Spencer saw next, dusting off his clothes as he moved quickly to assess the scene. 

Morgan was still worriedly trailing behind him as he tripped over his feet. 

“Where's my wife? Where's my wife?” 

He finally saw you then, as you dove into the dust and smoke to assist your team. He was just about to fall to his knees when you ran to him, holding him up under his arms as he wrapped himself around you. 

“Found you. I found you, you're okay?” He asked, hands gently cradling your cheeks as he asked, tears in his eyes. 

“I'm fine, Spencer. Are you-” 

He silenced you with his lips, mouth slanting down on yours as he pushed every fear, every emotion, every ounce of adrenaline into your body. He kissed you like you'd never been kissed before, with desperation and longing and relief. 

And when he pulled away, he collapsed into your arms. 

Luckily, Morgan had been only steps away and took some of his weight off you as you stood, gasping for air and reeling from the kiss. 

You were so dazed, you collapsed to the floor, your knees giving in beneath you, and both Spencer and Morgan came down with you. The three of you were weak and traumatized, and emotions were running high, which is why you tried not to be offended by Morgan's line of questioning. 

“How long have you two been married?” He asked, and you were suddenly taken further aback. 

“What?” 

“Reid was looking for his wife. He was shouting ‘where's my wife? I need to find her.’ He was desperate. He was pushing away from me, and then he saw you, and he relaxed.” Despite the blow of the explosion and the now whirl of shrill sirens surrounding them, Morgan laid every word out carefully, like you would blow just as easily given the chance. 

“I'm not… we're not…Morgan, we're not even dating. I don't know what that was but…” 

Your hands carefully stroked Spencer's hair, gently smoothing it out of his eyes as you searched for answers in the man's unconscious form. 

You didn't stop until the paramedics arrived four minutes later, sitting unblinking as they hooked him up to an oxygen tank and carted him off to the nearest hospital. 

XXX 

The second time Spencer Reid awoke, it was dark outside, and the lights were low. But you were at his bedside, sleeping with your head by his legs, and your breathing was steady. So he let his eyes close again, not registering any of the pain the day had inflicted, and let himself sleep beside you. 

XXX

The third time Spencer Reid awoke, you were gone. He wasn't alone, though. Rossi sat upright in a chair beside the window of his hospital room, reading from what looked to be a case file. 

“Spencer, glad to see you returned to the land of the living,” Rossi said, noticing the younger man's movement and walking to his side. He pressed a button, and a doctor raced in, closing the door gently behind him. 

“Where is she? Where is-” 

“Spencer, it's okay. Everyone's okay. The doctor needs to run through some questions with you to check if you're feeling okay. Do your best to answer, okay, genius?” 

Spencer nodded, ignoring the small ache in his head, so similar to the headaches he'd been plagued with in earlier years. 

The doctor ran through standard questions, checked his blood pressure, checked his reactions, and made sure physically he was fine before moving on to more probing issues. 

“Doctor Reid, I'm going to ask you some simple questions about yourself now to assess for any neurological damage.” 

Reid nodded, regretting it instantly, but wanting to get out of the hospital as fast as possible to see you.  

“How old are you, Doctor Reid?” 

“Thirty, I'll be thirty-one this fall.” The doctor nodded and continued. 

“Where did you grow up?” 

“Las Vegas, Nevada. My mom still lives there. She's a patient at Bennington Sanitarium.” 

The doctor nodded and continued. 

“Are you married, Doctor Reid?” 

“Yes, my-” Spencer had to cut himself off as he processed the question fully. Was he married? No. He didn't remember any wedding. He had no romantic arrangement with anyone at this point in time. So why was he saying yes? 

Your face flashed into his head, and he grabbed his chest as his heart ached. It wasn't your face as he usually saw it, but that dazed and shocked expression you'd worn after he'd kissed you. 

He blanched and reclined slightly, suddenly needing all the pillows on the bed for more support as he realized the weight of his mistake. 

“Doctor Reid? Doctor Reid, did you understand the question?”

“What? Oh, no. No, I'm…I'm not married, I guess.” 

Rossi and the doctor shared a look before the doctor took his leave, promising to check in on you again in a few hours. 

The concerned look from Rossi as his bedside was almost too much to take. 

“Stop looking at me like that, Rossi,” he said, grumbling to himself, suddenly upset at the end of his delusions. 

“Like what? I'm not allowed to look at you now?” 

“You're not allowed to pity me. Where's everyone else? They're okay?” 

Rossi took a seat next to him and sighed.

“Hotch is in surgery - non-critical. They just want to be sure the shrapnel that landed in his leg didn't strike anywhere near a nerve or an artery. Morgan survived with a few bruises and scrapes that make him look even more like an action movie hero. He's coordinating with local law enforcement to catch out bomber.” 

Reid nodded along to each revelation, but his patience was growing thin. Rossi was watching him squirm. Reid, waiting for your name to pop up in conversation so he could talk about you, think about you with a valid excuse. 

“Emily and JJ are back at the motels, Penelope met them there to help them out. Emily's left arm is broken, and she has a nasty cut on her face, JJ twisted an ankle and sprained it pretty bad, so she'll be sitting for a while. I, myself, survived with pleasantly few cuts, a boon given my advancing years-” 

“Y/N, what about Y/N?” Reid finally burst, looking pathetically down at Rossi from his hospital bed. 

“Eager, aren't we?” 

“I need to know she's okay, and that... that she doesn't hate me.” 

“You can find those answers out yourself, kid. My shift is almost over.” 

Rossi stood and grabbed his cup of coffee, saluting Reid as he strolled out of the door. 

Reid was confused until the door opened again thirty seconds later, and you rushed in, breathing heavily as you took in his appearance, checking for damage. 

“Y/N,” he said, sitting up again. “Listen, I'm so, so sorry for kissing you yesterday. My mind must've been jumbled after the explosion and- and I thought you were actually my wife, and we were married-” 

You closed the distance between you quickly, grabbing his cheeks like he had grabbed tours only a day before and planting your lips back on top of his again. 

You kissed him the way you'd been kissed once before. With desperation, and longing, and relief. And when you pulled back, there were tears in your eyes that you didn't let fall, as you pressed yourself into Spencer Reid's arms. 

“Don't. Don't scare me like that again. I thought we'd lost you, I thought you'd kissed me and then - and then died!” You ranted, your arms gesturing wildly, every few seconds pausing to rake a hand through your hair. 

“You're not angry?” 

“Yes. Yes, I am angry, Spencer. You got hurt again, I'm seething.” 

“At me. You're not angry at me for kissing you?” He asked, smiling up as you goofily, a little bit worse for wear, but still shining nonetheless. 

“Oh. No. I was confused, but I'm not angry.” 

“Good,” he said, nodding, the two of you falling into an awkward, tense silence. You picked at dust on his shoulder as he stared at you, neither of you bold enough to say another word until the tension was palpable and Spencer Reid burst open. 

“Can I kiss you again?” 

[werecreature-addicted]

Sacrificial Lamb reader/vampire priest.

Just consider— a cute little lamb reader lying on the altar, begging not to be slaughtered, the tears their crying making the vampires heart flutter. All the cult members are confused why the ritual keeps getting pushed back- meanwhile the vampire is spoiling his little lamb rotten.

ohioohooohiohoo

His hands are gentle, stroking your cheek as you wake slowly, your eyes flutter open slowly to the morning light, and there he is, your keeper.

"Morning," you yawn sleepily,

"Good morning, little one,"

"is it a good morning? I thought my execution was scheduled for today." you huff, you should be more scared but the soft look on his face can only mean one thing. you get out of bed and change idly, not minding the priest as he watches you, he's a man of god after all, there's no way he'd be looking at you in lust.

"ah well, we thought so but some knew doctrine has come to light, now is not the time for sacrifices. we'll have to wait for next winter, at the very least," he says. You hum thoughtfully turning back to face him, his hungry red eyes fixed on your body, flicking up to meet your face as you turn around.

"Well, I'll make myself useful until winter then." When you were born, it had been prophecized that you would be sacrificed to the gods and your death would bring about a new golden age for your homeland. Then, on your eighteenth birthday, you'd been handed over to the church, to live out your final days in the temple, under the watchful gaze of the father and his dedicated cult. Your execution has been postponed four times now.

You wondered if the cultists even bothered setting up the altar this time. it was always something, the stars weren't aligned properly, the materials were all wrong, you fell ill and couldn't be slaughtered while sick, and now, Spring was a time for rebirth, you'd have to wait for winter for the ritual. which winter? who's to say? it might be another few years before he tries to start your sacrifice again.

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. he puts his nose to your throat and kisses your skin. "You could be useful to me now," he breathes, his voice strained, tight with hunger. You had been so scared the first time you'd almost been killed, you remembered sobbing and pleading for your life, his knife poised above your throat, He told you that you could live, for now, if you served the cult and him. Of course, you agreed, that was the first time he bit you, spilling your blood on the altar in a different way.

You lean your neck to the side and sigh as you feel his fangs pierce your skin. you have to lean back against him for support as he drinks your blood and you grow weaker.

"so perfect, so delicious," he murmurs to himself as he drinks your blood, licking at your throat, catching any stray drops of blood. His hands slide down your body feeling up your hips and thighs. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your back as he slowly grinds against you. The priest is chaste, a man of god, but he's also a vampire, as he's explained he can't help but get erect when he feeds it's a natural side effect and completely nonsexual.

He pins you down on the bed and pushes your legs apart, grinding against you, fully clothed, as he bites your neck again. you feel dizzy, a mix of feelings as your blood is drained and as you buck and grind against the vampire on top of you. you try to keep quiet, but you can't help but moan as he takes full advantage of you. You feel dirty, the man who's saved your life so many times now is just trying to eat and here you are getting off, practically masturbating right in front of him with his cock.

You can feel how large his dick is as you grind together, you can't help but wonder what it would feel like if he pulled your underwear aside and fucked you properly while he drained your blood, the thought alone makes you shudder and press up against him as he continues to dry hump you. although with the sticky feeling between your legs and his wet mouth sucking on your neck, "dry" might be the wrong word.

you bite down on your own hand to muffle the sounds of your pleasure as you cum, still trying to hide your own lust, what would the priest think if he found out you were so lustful? if you were lucky he'd bend you over and spank you for being so sinful, at worst he might chain you down to the sacrificial altar and leave you there.

The priest pulls away, breathless, your blood smeared messily around his mouth "What a mess we've made," he huffs, looking down at your neck, and then his eyes drop further to the place where your bodies meet.

"I can clean it-" you offer weakly,

"no, no little thing, rest, you need to let your body heal, close your eyes, I'll take care of all this," he coos reassuringly, you nod obediently and close your eyes.

You look so venerable like this, he could do almost anything he wanted with you in this weakened state. the prophecy said it had to be a virginal sacrifice, maybe he could halt the ritual permanently if he just took what he'd wanted from the beginning.

[bpmiranda]

Uncle Logan II |l. howlett| nsfw

A/N: pure smut, uncle!logan x faux!niece reader, smut, age gap, 18+ f!reader, clit play, fingering, spitting, orgasm denial, mean!logan, dom!logan

Uncle Logan

The hell is wrong with me? Logan thought to himself the next morning as he laid awake on his bed, rubbing his hand over his face and scratching his beard in frustration. Before yesterday, he had never looked at you in that manner, but something about seeing you all grown up, dressed up so pretty, so vulnerable for him. It was like he couldn’t help himself, he needed to taste you so badly, his instincts taking over any reason he had left.

It couldn’t be as bad as he thought, you weren’t really his niece at the end of the day. Maybe, hopefully, you’d forgotten about last night and it wouldn’t come up. Logan knew that wasn’t the case when you shyly came out of your bedroom and looked at him with wide, nervous eyes. “Morning, Uncle Logan.” You said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey, sweet girl,” He said, looking at you over the rim of his mug as he sipped his coffee while sitting at the kitchen table. “Have a seat.” He motioned to the chair across from him and you obediently sat down. Logan pushed a mug towards you that was filled with coffee as well and you gave him a thankful smile as you sipped it slowly. “About last night,” He started, watching you carefully as he tried to figure out how to word this for you. “I hope you understand that I’m only tough on you because that’s what your parents want and that’s clearly what you need.” You chew anxiously on your bottom lip and nod slowly, hands holding tightly onto your mug as it sits in your lap. “The sneaking out, the drinking at bars, it’s gotta stop. You can’t behave like that anymore, got it?” You nod again. Logan takes in a deep breath and clears his throat. “I shouldn’t have come onto you the way I did. It wasn’t appropriate, and I apologize.”

Your cheeks grew warm with the reminder of last night and you looked down at your mug, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. “I’m sorry, Uncle Logan.” You said, looking back up at him. “I won’t sneak out again.”

“Good.”

That was the end of that conversation.

Logan made you breakfast and then gave you a list of chores to complete while he went to work. “Everything on this list?” You ask with a mouthful of eggs and he chuckles, shaking his head as he shrugs on his coat and tucks his reading glasses into the inside breast pocket.

“I warned your dad long ago not to spoil you.” He sighed with a smirk, caressing your head and kissing your forehead before leaving the apartment. “It better all be completed before I get back.” He calls as he closes the door behind him.

With a soft groan, you finish your breakfast and wash the dishes, which is the first thing on the list, and you smile. “Okay, done with that.” You say to yourself as you cross it off and then you read the rest of the list. “Sweep the apartment, mop the kitchen, clean the bathroom, wash the windows, take out the trash.” You pout and whine, already bored and annoyed with the list until you get an idea.

“You want me to come do your chores for you?” Adam laughs over the phone.

You can’t help the smile on your lips as you’re sitting on the living room couch, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. “Please, baby?” You whine sweetly. “If you help me, we’ll have the apartment to ourselves.” You say in a singsong voice. “My uncle won’t be home until tonight. We can fool around a little since we couldn’t meet up last night.”

It doesn’t take much more than that to convince him and he arrives at Logan’s apartment within thirty minutes. You task him with the messier chores to do while you focus on the sweeping and the windows. When you finish before him and you tell him you’re going to take a quick shower as he leaves to take the trash out.

Underneath the hot water, you touch your chest slowly, run your fingers over the spot between your breasts where your uncle had kissed and bit on you last night. The thought made you clench your thighs together and you rushed through the rest of your shower to meet Adam in your bedroom. He was lying on your bed, flipping through a book while he waited for you, and he sat up immediately when you walked in wearing just your towel. “Hey,” He smirked, standing up and walking over to you. “Are we going to, you know?” He asked as he held onto your hips.

“No,” You smirked, pushing him back softly. “You’re going to sit on the bed and watch me.” Adam smiles as he lets you push him onto the end of your bed. You pick out a pair of black lace panties and a black camisole with a lace trim on the neckline. You drop your towel and make eye contact with your boyfriend as you slip the garments on.

“You’re killing me, sweet pea.” He groans as you walk over to him, giggling while you sat on his lap and kissed him. His hands slid slowly up your thighs and you immediately started to think about Logan. Your core ached as you remembered how his hands felt as they gripped tightly onto your thighs, your hands clutched onto his shoulders, and you pushed him back so he’d lay down. “Fuck, baby.” He groaned, grabbing your ass as you rocked your hips against his crotch.

All you could think about was Logan as you kept your eyes closed and tried to imagine it was him underneath you, pawing at you, begging for you. “Uh,” You gasped, a familiar tension forming in the pit of your belly. “Oh, oh, my God!” You groaned loudly, eyes squeezed shut as you were so close.

And then your bedroom door burst open making you gasp as you jumped off your boyfriend and scrambled to the other side of the room. Logan was standing in the doorway, fuming, looking from you to Adam who was visibly nervous underneath the hard, cold gaze of the large man blocking his only way out. “You,” Logan pointed at Adam and approached him, grabbing him roughly by the front of his shirt and dragging him out of your room. “Come with me.” You moved to stop Logan until he suddenly turned to you and you froze. “You stay right here.” He said through gritted teeth before he slammed your door shut. You could hear Logan yelling, Adam stammering back a response, and then the slam of the apartment door. You jumped at the sound, the apartment seemed to quake from the force, and you quickly got into your bed where you pulled the sheets up to cover yourself.

There was heavy pacing in the living area and it suddenly stopped. You grew nervous as you heard him coming to your door, your hands trembled as you held tightly onto your blankets. The door opened and Logan walked in with a tight jaw and cold eyes. As the door slammed behind him, you found yourself sitting up a little, almost expectantly.

“You don’t know how to follow directions, do you?” He asked, loosening his tie as he watched you cower under your sheets. “I said you had to do those chores,” Logan suddenly ripped the blankets off you and you gasped softly, watching him with big, nervous eyes. “And then, to make matters worse, you sneak your little boyfriend into my apartment.” You can feel his eyes roaming over your practically naked body with his rage-filled eyes and you fold your arms shyly over yourself. “What the hell were you planning on doing in my apartment?” He suddenly grabbed your jaw tightly in his hand, squeezing your cheeks together and getting really close to your face.

You moisten your lips, stammering nervously, eyes welling with tears. “I-I-we weren’t-Uncle Logan,” You pouted, your bottom lip quivering as a tear slid down your cheek. “I promise, I wasn’t going to do anything with him. I-I’m still a virgin.”

Logan stares at you for a moment, he knows you’re telling the truth, but you still need to be punished and you look so adorable in your little tank top and matching panties. You’re a weak man, he thinks to himself as he gives in to his filthy urges. “Still a virgin, huh?” He asks, his hand leaving your jaw, knuckles tracing down your chest to your mound. With one hand, he pushes your knees apart and he feels the wet spot on the crotch of your panties. You shudder as your pussy clenches around nothing, and he feels it. “You like to play with that boy’s head, don’t you?”

You swallow hard, scared to breathe as he is so gentle with his touch, you don’t want to deter him. “I don’t do it to be mean.” You murmur, watching his index finger with which he draws small circles over your clit. You’re biting your lip painfully hard, chest heaving, gripping tightly onto the bedsheets as he watches with amusement. You’re definitely a virgin. He can smell you, your arousal, the dampness of your panties giving away just how close you previously were to reaching an orgasm.

“Sounds like you need a taste of your own medicine.”He says decidedly as he rests a knee onto the mattress and drags you to the end of it. His hands guide your thighs around his waist and he leans one hand on the bed while the other thumbs your clit slowly over your thin panties. Your eyes roll back into your head at the pressure, the filthy feeling of being touched by your uncle. He’s not your uncle, you think to yourself as you begin to enjoy it. Your thighs lock onto him, your eyebrows scrunch together as you stare up at him with your mouth agape. His lips hover over yours, not kissing you, not even attempting to as you pant quietly against his mouth, moaning lewdly underneath his large frame. You’re gripping tightly onto the edge of the mattress, tears welling in your eyes as Logan watches you nearly come undone below him and then he stops.

That famous pout forms on your lips again and a few tears roll down your cheek as you say, “Please don’t stop, Uncle Logan.” You plead, your little body shaking as he moves your panties to the side, looking at the most private part of your body in a most intimate way.

“You’re not really in a position to call the shots.” He said, focused on your cunt as it glistened from your arousal, your core pulsed in desire, and Logan wanted so badly to taste you. “I don’t know how I’m going to get you to do as you’re told.” You whined as the pads of his index and middle fingers softly caressed your clit, his lips trailing down your jaw and to your neck. “Your parents warned me you’d be a hassle, but I never imagined this behavior from you.”

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, breathing heavily as his fingers rubbed your sensitive, aching bud. His hot breath fanned over your collarbone and you wanted to feel his mouth somewhere else. “I’m so sorry, I want to be good for you.”

Logan smirked at your words as he kissed your perky breasts through your soft, thin camisole. The tip of his tongue circled around your hardened nipple, biting lightly on it through the fabric, making you whine loudly as he was being so gentle and slow and you desperately wanted him to ruin you. “You want to be good?” He asked, kneeling on the floor at the end of your bed between your thighs. You sat up on your forearms and nodded, watching him slowly pull your panties down your legs with warm cheeks. Logan stuffed your damp garment in his back pocket and he moved your thighs to rest on his shoulders. “Don’t cum.”

“Logan!” You gasped, your mouth dropping slightly as he spit on your cunt and rubbed his saliva onto your clit, watching you grow desperate the more he touched you. His other hand pressed down onto your lower belly, pinning you to the bed so you couldn’t wriggle away from him as you became overwhelmed with the tension of an oncoming release. “Please, I need to cum! Please, please!”

“No.”

Your eyes welled with fresh, hot tears and you sobbed as your held onto the tension, forcing yourself to resist the tantalizing pull of pleasure. “You’re so mean!” You complained as you fell back onto the bed, covering your face with your hands as you cried.

Logan only chuckled as he continued toying with your clit, breathing heavily against your sopping folds. The air of his breath made your cunt clench with want and the smell of your arousal was driving him crazy with lust. Logan would always hold out longer than you, however. “Punishments are supposed to be mean, sweet girl. You know you deserve it.”

“Uncle Logan,” You moaned, one hand tentatively tangling in his hair as you sat back up on your elbow. “I was thinking about you when I was with him.” You told him, breathless and aching for more. Logan’s fingers stopped moving and he looked at you with a darkness veiling his eyes. “I want you to be my first.”

No, she’s your niece, he thought to himself. She’s basically your niece, it’s wrong. “Don’t do that.” He said, his index finger tracing the rim of your core, pushing in slowly to feel at your gummy walls. “You don’t want that.”

“It’s true,” Your other hand grabbed onto his hair as well, and you sat up to press your lips to his mouth. The scratch of his beard against your chin made you moan and he kissed you back, one hand on the side of your neck as his fingers continued feeling their way into your tight core, twisting slowly to stretch you gently. “Uncle Logan, I want you to fuck me.” You mewled as you pulled him over you, lying back with his large frame hovering above you as he continued finger fucking you. His tongue intertwined with yours, grunting against your kiss as you whined for him and pushed your trembling little frame into him. His fingers were quickly coated in the creamy, white sheen of your arousal, the juices threatening to spill out of you while you whimpered against his lips, desperately grinding into his hand. “Please, please, please!” You begged, burying your face in his chest as you were, once again, so close.

“Are you on birth control?” Logan suddenly found himself asking, hoping you’d say yes, and lightly clicking his tongue when you shyly shake your head. “Then I can’t fuck you, baby.” His fingers leave your warm, sopping cunt before you reach a release for the third time and you cry softly, covering your face again as he keeps your thighs spread apart so he can spit on your abused hole, cruelly rubbing his saliva into your clit one last time.

“Please, I wanna cum so bad.” You whimpered as he pulled the sheets back over you and licked his fingers clean off.

“Maybe if you followed directions the first time you wouldn’t feel so unsatisfied now.” He said in a harsh tone as he adjusted the hard shaft in his pants while looking at you lying breathless and annoyed in your bed. “Only good girls get rewarded, sweetheart.”

You were left alone in your bedroom, quietly trying to get yourself back to the brink of orgasm while Logan stood on the other side of your door, listening intently to your muffled moans and gasps as he stroked himself with your panties around his cock. His cum stained the lace fabric as he heard you whisper his name in pleasure, whining at the thought of him, and he grunted quietly with his release. They’re ruined, you wouldn’t want them back, he told himself as he kept your underwear and slept with it balled up in his hand the whole night.

🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃

Uncle Logan III

Uncle Logan Epilogue

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[jyoongim]

ALASTOR X READER

~Anyway you want me baby~

Taking Angel’s Poison and giving it a spin.

Porn with no plot? Slight Degradation kink. Pet play. Orgasm denial.

You made your choice to deal with the devil and now you’re at his mercy

No one knew why you were always with the red demon. When the Radio Demon came back from his ‘sabbatical’ he had a pretty little thing by his side.

If people saw you, Alastor wasn’t too far behind.

There were many rumors.

many think you were just his little errand girl.

others thought you were the reason he was gone.

but oh…how wrong they were…

You were a poor, underpaid, and abused dancer. you had met Alastor when he had dealt a deal with Husker in the club you worked.

he had peaked your interest when you witness him strip Husker of everything.

he had power. Power was the only thing in this damned place that got you anywhere.

and you wanted that power.

with his help, you could be and have anything.

and so you made the mistake approaching him.

“I want to make a deal” you said confidently.

his sharp smile widened as he quirked an eyebrow at you.

”what would you give me my dear?”

You couldn’t offer him money. So you took a deep breathe and gave him your best flirty smile “I’ll be yours. Anything you want”

his clawed finger caught your chin, angling your face to bring his face closer “you sure about that my dear?”

you nodded and just like that; you had struck a deal.

but this deal wasn’t what you thought.

you thought maybe he would have you do his bidding, or request you do weird shit.

No.

Alastor had found you mildly amusing that you would willingly strike a deal with him. So he took it upon himself to make a special deal with you.

“What a pretty pet you make dear”

your jaw was aching as you swallowed his dick. You whined at his words. You had been doing this for hours and practically had a puddle of your slick underneath you.

Alastor was sitting above you, leg on your back and purred as you gagged when he pushed your head down further.

you looked so pretty with your lips wrapped around him.

he held you fast in place with your leash wrapped around his hand.

feeling your momentum slow, he slide out of your throat with a pop.

he wrangled you til you were in his lap. The sound of static hummed in the air as he positioned you right above his spit covered dick.

You whimpered in embarrassment as he toyed with your throbbing clit.

he chuckled as your hips sought after his fingers before pushing you down onto his member.

you hissed at the inrustion and let out a moan as he slowly bounced you.

he tilted his head, watching your pretty face contort in pleasure.

“Who said you could feel good dear?”

you gasped as he set a rough pace. You felt the leash tighten around your neck, restricting your breathing as he mangled your insides.

”A-Alastor!”you cried out as he hit that sweet spot inside you.

all you wanted was relief.

his smile was vicious “do my pretty pet want to cum?”

he had asked you this multiple times and you knew what the result was going to be, but frantically you nodded as you hoped he would give you mercy.

but what fun would that be?

Alastor chuckled deeply as he thrusted harshly inside you.

he loved how pliant you were.

you would do anything to please him just to get some relief.

unfortunately for you, that just wasn’t how things were.

he decided when you got pleasure.

he let out a growl as he felt your inside clench around him

”don’t you dare”

you felt tears well in your eyes. You wanted to be good.

but fuck it felt so good.

you let out a high pitch whine when you felt that tight coil in your belly.

”please please please please” you begged.

he flipped you onto your belly and pulled the leash tight, wringing your head back, causing you to gasp as he hovered over you.

Admits his harsh thrusts he placed a soft kiss to your forehead

”how you want me dearest?”

your eyes clenched as he quickened his pace

You were so close.

he hummed and before that coil could snap…

he pulled out and you felt the warmth of his cum spilling on your ass.

you groaned and glared at his smiling face.

he scooped a little off your ass and smeared your lips

”lets try again shall we?” You sucked his fingers clean and whine when he released your leash enough for you to turn around and with only the thought of being able to cum, you spreaded your legs for him again.

Alastor’s ever sharp grin widened at you.

”and how do pretty sluts like it dear?”

“Any way you want baby”

what a good little pet he made you…

[munson-blurbs]

Summary: A missing key and a terrible storm leaves you and Eddie stranded in the back of his van. What ever shall you do to pass the time?

WC: 1.6k

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), unprotected p in v, friends-to-lovers, kinda sub!Eddie but he's mostly just a simp.

A/N: This will be my last 1k+ fic for a while, as I'll be focusing on writing blurbs for Corroded Coffin Fest throughout July. Why not go out with a (literal) bang?

--

“What do you mean, you forgot your key?”

Your eyes widen as Eddie flicks through the keyring. He shakes his head in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. 

“I was switching keychains…I thought I put them all back…” He huffs out an irritated laugh. “Must’ve left the house key on the table.”

A warm breeze siphons through the humidity, gray clouds rolling in. August in Hawkins is unbearable as it is, and the sticky heat before a storm is downright brutal. 

Eddie jiggles the doorknob once more, to no avail. “Jesus H. Christ.” He rakes a hand through his curls, frizzy and knotted from the hot weather. “Back to your place?”

Before you can agree, lightning flashes and is swiftly accompanied by booming thunder. Your heart leaps into your throat and you jump. 

“Scared the shit outta me, too.” Eddie laughs nervously. A fat raindrop falls from the sky and plops on his nose, rolling off of the side. Another lands on his cheek, then one lands on yours, until rain pours in a steady sheet. 

Eddie grabs your hand, tugging you off of the trailer’s front steps and pulling you back to his van. He flings open the back doors, always kept unlocked unless he’s hauling concert equipment. 

“Get in,” he orders, and you follow his instructions without a second though. Rainwater pools in the grass, dirt turning into mud beneath your sneakered feet. His hands grip your waist, steadying you as you climb up. “We’ll wait in here until the rain dies down.”

You ignore the lingering flames that his touch leaves behind and the way he’s now sitting right next to you. “It’s like a monsoon out there.”

“Yeah.”

The two of you sit in silence for a few moments, listening to the storm raging outside. Raindrops sound like drum beats against the van’s exterior, a song you’ve heard many times before. 

A chill sweeps over you, reminding you of the wet cotton of your t-shirt clinging to your torso. Your miniskirt hasn't fared much better, the light-washed denim now dark. 

“Do you have a blanket back here?”

Eddie shakes his head. “That’s, like, the one thing I don’t have.” He gestures to the cluttered space. 

You offer a half-smile. “S’okay.” Your palms glide up and down your goosebump-covered arms. 

He notices this, frowning. “Here,” he says. “My hands are bigger than yours.” He clumsily positions himself behind you, knees knocking against your sides. His grasp is strong but gentle, hands warming you up from the outside in. 

“Thanks.” He’s close—so close—yet it feels like he’s never been farther away. Without thinking, you scoot back until your ass brushes against his fly. 

“Sh-Shit.” Eddie inhales sharply. “That’s, um, dangerous territory.”

You raise your brows, though he can’t see them. “And rubbing my arms isn’t?”

Eddie peers around, chin resting on your shoulder. He looks up and says, “it doesn’t turn you on though.”

“Says who?”

He breathes out a laugh, stopping immediately when he realizes that you’re not joking. His voice is barely above a whisper when he asks, “This…this turns you on?” 

You nod, suddenly shy at the admission. 

“How about this?” Eddie’s lips press against the back of your neck. One calloused hand reaches for the collar of your shirt, tugging it down to expose your shoulder. He kisses that, too, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. 

“Mhm.”

“Fuck.” His other hand snakes around your throat, holding it firmly but being careful not to squeeze. “We shouldn’t do this. S’gonna ruin our friendship.”

Gently, you turn to face him, legs straddling his waist. “I’m fine with ruining it if you are.” The words are murmured, muffled by the proximity of your lips and his. 

Eddie swallows, Adam's apple bobbing with trepidation. “Just want you. Fuck, I want you so bad.”

He grabs your ass and pulls you closer until you can feel his erection straining against his jeans. You roll your hips, eliciting a moan from him. 

“You—I gotta—” He unbuckles his belt, tossing it amongst the van’s clutter. “I’m so hard it hurts.”

You reach for his pants button, but he shakes his head. “I’ll bust if you touch me,” he sheepishly explains. 

He takes off his own pants, which is much more of a chore than usual because of the rain-soaked fabric. He doesn’t bother to remove his Hellfire shirt, but you hardly notice. His tented boxers hold your focus, and despite his warning, you strip them away. You need to see what’s beneath them. 

The sight before you is nothing less than glorious. 

His cock is hard, curved slightly left, the pinkish-purple tip already leaking pre-cum. Your thumb traces the vein that runs along the shaft, and he shivers at your touch. When he looks at you with wide, wet eyes, you nearly melt on the spot.

“Is…Is this what you want?” Eddie’s voice is so soft you can barely hear it above the pouring rain. “Because…I want this so bad. So fucking bad.” Pleading, desperate, bordering on pathetic. Everything he showed outwardly, you felt on the inside.

You lean in, capturing his lips and pouring all of your desire into one searing kiss. “Don’t just want it. Need it. Need you,” you reassure him, feeling his length twitch against you. Taking it in your hand, you move your panties out of the way and rub the head against your clit. Every nudge sends a wave of pleasure crashing through your body. “Mmmph, please, please.”

Eddie wraps his hand around yours, guiding his cock into you. “There you go,” he whispers, hissing as you sink down. He fills you completely, bringing a pinch of pain as you adjust to him. “You okay?”

“Mhm. M-More than okay.” You grip his shoulders, curling your fingers into the shirt’s cotton fabric.  Moving your hips, you work him deeper until he’s bottomed out, sheathed within you down to the curls at his base. 

Everything is Eddie, and it feels so good. 

“Can’t believe I’m inside you.” He tries to kiss you, the action hindered by a small laugh. “I’m actually—we’re actually doing this. Fuck, you feel so good!” The last sentence is a growl, raw and primal. 

You hold on to him, knees scraping against the van’s worn carpet as your movements find their rhythm. There’s no more time for self-control. Only Eddie, his hips bucking to meet your core. 

“Might…might not last long,” he admits, swiping at a bead of sweat dripping down his temple. “You’re even better than my fantasies. Never knew you’d feel this f-fucking warm. Tight. Like you’re m-made for me.”

“Maybe I am.” You swoop down to suck on his neck. “Maybe I am made for you, and I’ve been waiting for you to realize it.”

Eddie groans, throwing his head back and exposing more of his neck, which you dutifully continue marking. His thoughts are clouded by lust; neither of you speak for a while, the only noises are moans and the van squeaking on its axles. 

“It’s always you.”

Your eyes meet his. “What?”

“In my fantasies. It’s always you. Every time I jerk off, I imagine your hands, your mouth, your perfect pussy—”

“Eddie.” His name is barely a breath. You clench around him just as he kisses you, and his teeth sink into your lower lip. It’s not hard enough to draw blood, but it produces a twinge of pain that has you skyrocketing towards climax. “Yes, yes, yes!”

He grabs your hips harshly, keeping you flush against him. The denim waistband of your skirt digs into your skin but you don’t care. Nothing matters, only Eddie, Eddie, Eddie…

“I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming.” He thrusts upwards in short, punctuated strokes, heaving as he spills into you. 

The two of you stay like that for a few moments, catching your breath and processing what just happened. You confessed that Eddie’s touch turned you on, you rode him in the back of his van, and then he confessed that he thinks about you when he touches himself. 

Oh, and he gave you an earth-shattering orgasm. 

As if reading your mind, Eddie says softly, “you came…right? Because if you didn’t, I can—”

“Yeah.” You can’t help but giggle, silencing him with a kiss. “I definitely came.”

His chest sags with relief. “Good. Me, too. I mean, obviously. It’s right…” He withdraws, cock softening, his cum trickling down your thigh. “Holy fucking shit.” 

There’s no masking his grin, visible through the t-shirt’s thin fabric as he pulls it over his head. With a careful touch, he wipes away his mess. 

“I think I owe you a new shirt.”

“Nah.” He shakes his head, tossing the shirt aside. “I have a million of these. Not the first time one’s been, uh, stained.”

Eddie’s cheeks turn crimson at his admission. He averts his gaze from you, bringing his attention to the foggy window. The condensation squeaks under his forefinger as he draws a smiley face through it. 

“What do you wanna do till my uncle gets home?”

You, you think, but the last thing you need is for Wayne to find the van a-rockin’. “Maybe I could hear more about those fantasies of yours? And I could tell you some of mine?”

Eddie looks back at you, his spent cock still managing a small twitch. “Mmm.” His lips find your throat, sending vibrations through you when he speaks. One hand snakes between your bodies, his middle finger landing on your clit. He makes small, deliberate circles as he murmurs.

“Ladies first.”

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[imaginesbymonika]

Not a violent dog | Part 1

Pairing: Logan x fem!Reader

Plot: Back in Wade‘s world Logan meets someone he thought he would never ever see again.

Warnings: slight spoilers for Deadpool 3!!!! mentions of death, angst, cursing, and fluff at the end if you squeeze your eyes at the screen, I haven’t written in A WHILE so bear with me

Masterlist

Wade met you in 2016, while he was staying at the X-Men mansion. You didn’t look up from your spot behind the counter when he came into the kitchen, your eyes were observing how the colorful cereal chunks were floating in the brownish milk. It didn’t take long for him to ultimately recognize you. “You’re Y/N!”, he exclaimed loudly, as if he made the discovery of a lifetime:” Cat Claw, was it, right?” You didn’t respond, instead, your y/e/colored eyes solely looked up. At the sight of his face, you slightly tilted your head. He immediately began ranting about how he truly believed that you could have had your own franchise if Sony cared enough about women before he made a shiver run down your spine.

“You’re Logan’s girl, right?”, he asked innocently, however, the next thing Wade knew, was how the bowl of cereal slammed against the wall right next to his face. He didn’t flinch, instead, he merely ran his finger down the milk stains before putting them into his mouth:” Oat milk, how responsible of you. We should all take better care of Mother-Earth, con-.” But before he had the chance to end his sentence, you made a few long steps toward him until your faces were only a couple of centimeters apart from one another. “That is so hot.”, Wade whispered while you studied his burned features.

“Don’t you ever take his name into your mouth again, or I’ll cut your tongue out!”

“That’s even hotter!”

Wade very quickly learned that despite your powers, your inability to die, and your unbelievably harsh persona you carried a lot of heartbreak inside. Things between you and Logan didn’t end well. You heard about his death through Charles Xavier, a couple of months after he mysteriously disappeared. And never getting any actual explanation or closure had turned you into a person no one could recognize anymore. You were always angry, short-tempered, and mean like a nervous dog. Because let’s call it by its name: you were beyond hurt. There was no term in the dictionary that could fully define how you felt about the whole situation.

So when Wade came across the other Logan, he eventually brought you up. “You’re a hero in my world, you know. Everyone idolizes you.”, Wade explained, looking down at the canned food and taking it into his hands:” No wait, scratch that- almost everyone loves you.”

Logan, who was sitting with his back turned to Wade only scoffed:” Whoever that person is, they’re probably smarter than the rest.” “Yeah, maybe.”, he simply replied, looking out of the window:” I mean, she doesn’t talk about it. Except for this one time where she was really, really drunk and we sang karaoke together…it was terrific.”

“She?”

Wade turned his head:” Yeah, Y/N.” He observed how Logan abruptly tensed up, almost as if the name alone switched on something inside of him:” Say it again.” And for one short second one could've argued that Logan was begging. The sound of his voice was almost vulnerable.

The man in the red outfit blinked a couple of times before he gazed into the open air:” We are about to find out something significant for the plot, guys!”, he whispered excitedly before clearing his throat and turning back to Logan: “Y/N, you know- the X-Man. Wasted potential if you ask me, Sony could’ve made so much money off of her. She’s really popular with women and girls above the age of 14, I-.”

“Cut the bullshit!”, he turned in his chair, eyebrows furrowed:” You are telling me that in your world, she is still alive?”

“What a plot twist!”

Turns out, Logan lost his version of you years ago on a mission. “It was supposed to be an easy one.”, Logan explained, while the two men wandered through the desert-looking realm:” Get into the lab, eliminate the mutant killing weapons, and then leave again-.” He took a deep breath, while his eyes roamed over the uninhabited land. His angry eyes suddenly much softer and sadder:” We thought we killed every guard. The bullet came out of nowhere, and hit her right in the chest.”

Only the sound of the wind cut through the stillness. „ We were supposed to get married. Charles had already promised that we would be able to build a home in the woods next to the School. So she could become a teacher… she always adored the mutant children that lived there. Said she wanted some of her own one day, with me…”

Wade stared at the ground:” I am sorry.” But Logan shook his head in comeback:” It’s all good. That’s how life is.“

“That’s what she always says as well.”, Wade muttered under his breath, as the two continued walking:” But I know she's always lying to me.”

[entitled-fangirl]

When it matters most.

Cregan Stark x Targaryen!wife!reader

Summary: Aemond goes to Winterfell to recruit his sister and her dragon for the Greens. Cregan will not allow that.

A/n: based on an ask!

Masterlist

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"DRAGON!"

Y/n and Cregan make eye contact, immediately standing from their seats at the table. 

Y/n runs to the window, while Cregan makes quick work of tying his cloak and moving to the door. 

Vhagar. 

She rushes after her husband, not caring for the proper clothing to shield the cold. 

She makes quick work of falling in step with him, grabbing his arm. 

Cregan's jaw clenched, a fear evident in his eyes. "Stay indoors."

"No."

Cregan's eyes close and he stops walking. "I said. Stay. Here."

"It is my brother. I will not let you go alone."

He takes a long and steady breath as he turns to her. His hands cup her face, "My beautiful wife, I do not care if it is our fiercest enemy or our greatest ally, you will stay indoors until I deem it safe for you."

A defeated look came to her eyes as Cregan released her. He gave her a final look before continuing on his path.

She watched him go, her gut wrenching with each step that he took.

Cregan had declared the North an ally of the Blacks only two moons ago. It made no sense for Aemond to suddenly appear in enemy territory.

She moved back to the dining hall, watching with bated breath from the window. Though she could see nothing now, she hoped that perhaps she'd gain a glimpse of what was to happen.

Soon, a servant entered the room, "Princess, Prince Aemond is within the castle walls."

Her blood ran cold. She turned her head to the servant. "In… Indoors?"

"Yes, Princess."

"Where?"

"I do not know." "And Cregan?"

"I am unsure."

She rested a hand on her forehead. "Very well, thank you."

The servant left, shutting the large doors behind her. 

If something had happened to the Queen, Jace would have written to her. She was sure of it. Someone would have.

But to ride straight to Winterfell was bold of Aemond regardless.

Riding into any enemy territory was bold. 

"Where is she?" Aemond's voice echoed down the corridor. 

A shudder ran down her spine at the sound of him so near. 

She abandoned the window, moving to the door. 

Does she dare try to leave? Or would that place her right into his hands?

In the skies, she would never run. Even against Vhagar, Silverwing was quicker. More agile. She'd have a fighting chance. 

But in the halls of Winterfell? She had nothing. 

She moved away from the door, looking around in panic. 

Without thinking, she ducked under the table, pulling her legs to her chest in hopes that she'd go unseen.

Sure enough, Aemond threw open the doors to the dining hall. 

She could tell it was him by the pace of his stride alone. 

The clicking of his boots neared, and she found herself holding her breath. 

The boots came into her line of sight, pausing in front of her. 

She wanted to scream when his knee hit the floor and his eye was suddenly trained on her. 

"Sister," he hummed lightly.

"Aemond," she whispered.

"You must get better servants," he mused. "Yours sing like canaries."

"Where is my husband?" 

His brows shot up, "Dunno. I haven't seen him."

Where was Cregan?

"Come out from there, dear sister."

"No."

A hummed resonated in his throat before he spoke, "Still stubborn as before. I had thought the North would drive that out of you. C'mon."

She shook her head, anger rising her her. "Leave, Aemond."

He sighed, "Be difficult then."

His hand encased her ankle, dragging her out with ease. 

She let out a scream as she sat up and began to pry his hands from her. 

Aemond was used to combat and seemed completely unfazed by her fighting. "Listen to me, sister."

She continued to fight until he straddled her, holding her arms above her head.

"Why must you always fight me?" He seethed.

She stilled, a fire lit behind her eyes, "The North has only hardened my heart to you, brother."

"īlon share ānogar, mandia," he growled. (We share blood, sister.)

"Nyke northern." She whispered. (I am Northern.)

He grunted in frustration, pushing himself off of her and standing. He pinched the bridge of his nose in anger, "You fight against your family. Against me."

She sits up, brushing off her dress, "I fight for the true heir. You and I both know we were not made out of love. Father did not care for us. Rhaenyra is to be Queen. Not Aegon."

"Watch yourself-"

"Aegon did not wish for this!" She yelled. She then used the table to help her stand as a thought came to her. "You are only here for my dragon. I thought you'd come to fight for Aegon, but no." She neared him, daring him to do something. "You only fight for yourself."

A hand shot out, gripping her throat tightly as the other rested over the handle of his dagger. He spoke through gritted teeth, "Do not speak of what you do not know."

"Might I remind you of the same?" Cregan's voice suddenly chimed in. 

Behind Aemond stood Lord Stark, Ice poking into the Prince's back.

"Tell me why I should not spear this sword into you now and end this war entirely?" Cregan threatened.

Aemond's jaw clenched as he stared at his sister who remained motionless. 

Finally, he let her go, cursing himself lightly when she dropped to the ground and coughed. 

"Turn yourself around and face me properly," Stark commanded.

Aemond did so with a look in his eye that could kill. "You command your prince-"

"I command the Green traitor scum that dared invade my home and threaten my wife."

"I still hold the fiercest dragon in the Seven Kingdoms," Aemond taunted. "What will stop me from burning all of the North down?"

"Then your war will be lost before it even begins," Cregan said lowly. "For I will hunt you down. And where a Stark leads, the North follows."

When Aemond stepped forward towards the Northernman, the tip of Ice rested against his stomach, the threat still there. "I am only here to return my sister to King's Landing."

"You touch her, and you die by my hands, Prince."

Aemond's head tilted, "So scared you'll lose the war?"

"Hardly," Cregan reasoned. "You're just not touching my wife."

"She," the prince pointed, "Is a Princess and a dragon rider first. Not your little northern wife."

"And yet she didn't choose you, did she?" Cregan mocked softly, enjoying the anger radiating from the man. "She chose to stay."

"She has no choice," Aemond gritted his teeth.

"And still she didn't choose you," He smiled. He looked past the prince, "Alright, pretty girl?"

Y/n looked up at the two, her fingers massaging her neck where bruising had already begun to show, "'m fine."

Cregan took that for an answer enough before turning his attention back to Aemond, "Leave before I change my mind."

Though filled with hatred, Aemond had no defense. He stepped away, his eye not leaving the Lord. "You'll regret this." He turned to his sister, "You'll wish you'd chosen differently."

She spoke up, her voice hoarse, "I shall see for myself."

Trying to force a unbothered tone, Aemond hummed, "Very well."

He then turned back on his heel, retreating from the hall.

The moment he was gone, Cregan abandoned Ice, kneeling in front of his wife, "Gods, what did he do to you?"

She held his hands, keeping them from wandering over her is panic, "Just some bruises. I promise. I'm alright."

"Forgive me. He had snuck past us men entirely and through the doors before any of us had even spotted him."

She shrugged, "You came when it mattered most."

"Aye," he smiled. "I always will, my girl."

She leaned forward, connecting their lips gently.

He groaned against her. "I always will."

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[seasons-of-death]

rafe waking up next to pogue!reader

warnings: smut (mdni), drunk sex thank you lovelies for 1.2k!!! got this idea a while ago!! check the moodboard :)

it didn't matter how drunk you were, his kisses felt as if they were enough to sober you up, to ground you to where you were standing, the boy's hands all over your body as you stumbled into a room, closing the door behind you with haste, leaving behind the muffled music coming from the party, both of your bodies covered by a sheen of sweat from the heat and the dancing, the salty taste of your skin now on his lips as they traveled down your neck.

whenever a piece of clothing fell off your body and onto the ground, it felt like a small amount of relief, the thought that it'd lead you to a release tantalizing, groundbreaking.

when the last few pieces of fabric were strewn onto the floor, you felt your back hit the soft bed, his body immediately on yours, his lips on yours making every vein across your body feel as if they were on fire.

and when you finally felt him inside of you, you couldn't help but let out a string of moans, whimpers, and gasps, your hand closing around a fistful of dirty blonde hair, a hoarse voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear, sucking on the skin of your neck, soothing the little bites he left with small licks and pecks.

it wasn't long until you felt the familiar feeling in your abdomen starting to build up as he moved inside of you, hitting spots you weren't even sure someone could hit, the pad of his thumb attached to your clit like it had always been there.

and when you finally felt yourself let go, it was like tiny little explosions all around your body, your back arching off the bed like it was a magnet, your body positive and his negative, your nails digging into his back.

and it wasn't long until you felt his thrusts slow down, the boy above you panting as he mumbled something, his body moving from above you to lay down next to you, a muscular pair of arms pulling you close to a warm chest.

and as you closed your eyes, you truly felt content.

it wasn't uncommon for rafe to wake up with a pounding headache, but it was uncommon for him to wake up next to someone.

sure, he had a lot of girls over all the time, but usually, he had made they leave as soon as they were done; he just preferred his space, npt one to share his bed. but now, someone laid next to him, the girl's hair splayed on his pillow.

he sighed, sitting up in bed as he rubbed his eyes. he hated having to deal with someone when he was hungover, and that's specifically why he made sure he'd wake up alone.

but when he looked down at the body sleeping on his bed, his brows furrowed as he slowly became aware of exactly the girl in his bed was.

not only was it a girl from the cut, but it was one of his sister's friends, one he had come across before, who he definitely didn't have any fond feelings towards. he clenched his jaw, trying to figure out what he should do, but before he could come to a decision, the girl in his bed was starting to stir awake.

you rubbed your eyes, trying to get used to the sunlight blaring straight in your eyes, but when you heard someone clear their throat, you brought your hands away from your eyes. and the sight in front of you was the last thing you had expected.

rafe cameron sitting next to you in bed, shirtless, the sheets pooling at his hips as he looks at you with narrowed eyes, like staring daggers at you.

you pulled the sheet up to cover your bare chest as you sit up, your hair sleep-mussed as you looked at him in confusion. "what the hell are you doing here?"

"wh-" he laughed incredulously, making you want to slap that smug look off his face, "what am i doing here? this is my fucking bedroom." he said, and when you looked around, you realized that this wasn't your bedroom.

"don't tell me we-" i sighed, the memories from the night before coming back to me, making me cringe. rafe sat at the edge of the bed, pulling his boxers on. "fuck." you mumbled, looking around the room, your clothes strewn all around.

"don't tell anyone this happened, okay?" he said, looking at you threateningly, making you chuckle dryly.

"yeah, like i'd want anyone to know i slept with you of all people." you muttered, "i have a reputation to uphold. one that doesn't involve fucking massive dickheads."

"well, you weren't complaining about that last night." he scoffed, making you want to punch him, but as you noticed a piece of fabric bunched at his feet, you couldn't help but sigh when you recognized the lacy fabric. "what?"

"can you hand me those..." you asked quietly, pointing to the piece of fabric pooled at his feet, and the boy lifted them off the ground, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he realized they were your panties, throwing them next to you on the bed.

"get dressed, i don't want anyone seeing you leave." he said as he stood up, going to his dresser to look for fresh clothes.

"i'm trying. like i'd want anyone seeing me." you mumble as you pull your panties on, before rising out of bed and starting to gather your clothes, pulling them on one by one.

finally, when you were dressed, you walked to his bedroom door, "remember, don't fucking tell anyone this happened, 'kay?" you say with an insincere smile.

"yeah, yeah." he mumbled, watching you leave his room, shaking his head as he pulled a shirt on, but when he turned back to look at his bed, he noticed something left behind on the floor.

when he got closer to it and picked it up, he realized what it was; a pair of fucking fishnet tights.

[tender-rosiey]

MY DEAR AND BEAUTIFUL ROSE<3. I saw that your requests are open and I wanted to ask about my husband (Sukuka cough cough) a scenario where the husband Sukuna saves the reader from the enemy, or someone tries to kidnap and hurt his wife! you write Sukuna's feelings so beautifully <3

fools' sentence — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

a/n: bro you're too kind ilysm; I really hope you like this too <3

if only you listened to that rude servant about not going out of the castle.

it’s a bitter thought really, but you just couldn’t let your pride be scarred by somebody who doesn’t even speak to you in a minimal amount of respect.

so, in a way, you’re okay with dying a proud queen who doesn’t let anybody disrespect her.

“oh, we are going to have so much fun with you, and that monstrous husband of yours will just see your mutilated body after we’re done with you,” the guy grins devilishly. you back up slightly.

okay, so maybe, you don’t want to die just yet.

“that impudent woman! she disobeyed me, and now, we are stuck looking for her, so we can find her before sukuna returns!” the servant complains loudly while walking the halls of the castle.

“and who is that impudent woman you speak of? surely, it isn’t my wife you’re addressing in such a manner,” a voice—a very distinct and well-known one—says from behind the servant.

only then does she realize the shadow that suddenly was casted from above her.

she quickly falls to her knees and starts stuttering out her apologies and excuses, “o-of course not, my lord! how could I ever speak ill of the lady of the castle! her presence is to be respected, naturally!”

after she is done, she lets silence fill the room. assuming that sukuna has believed her, she lets out a sigh of relief, and her body relaxes ever so slightly.

however, an ear-piercing scream is ripped out of her throat when sukuna steps on her foot, so roughly that it breaks.

sukuna groans, annoyed at the incessant scream and wailing of the lady, and he throws a question, “where is your queen?”

the woman keeps on sobbing but tries to speak out nonetheless, “s—she, she,” she hiccups, but sukuna has no time to listen to her bellow.

“faster! where is she?”

she buries her face in the ground to quieten her sobs, but she doesn’t get the chance to respond to him when uraume appears out of thin air.

they kneel to the ground and speak humbly, “my lord, lady y/n has been taken as a hostage by a group of sorcerers.”

sukuna eyes’ widen, and he frowns.

he quickly turns to leave but not before making a command, “uraume, every servant who was careless and caused her disappearance is to be beheaded immediately.”

you thank god for men being prideful creatures who love speaking about themselves. you only asked them once about their accomplishments and raids, and they never stopped talking.

with a couple of positive encouragements from you, they talked and talked till the sun went down.

the doors of the room you’re trapped in slams open, and a fearful boy screams out, “sukuna—sukuna is here!”

“what?!” they all snap, and you grin. finally, you were going to be freed from this cage.

unfortunately, one of the men notices your beaming expression. his face contorts, livid, and he quickly fists your hair in his hand. you let out a scream, but he slams you against the wall.

he shouts, “shut up! you’re the one that lured him here! you stalled till he could find you! you wretched woman!”

“are you stupid?! you take his wife, and you expect him to stand idly by?!” you reply, voice hoarse, and unable to accept taking what he said lying down.

you can’t, however, control the dizziness that hits you, and you can feel blood trickling down your nose.

the only thing that comforts you is the sound of slashes and the calling of your name by your darling husband.

you smirk at the man above you and whisper, “ever saw sukuna in action?”

the man grits his teeth and before he throws a punch at your face, the door flies and gets crushed into pieces. the man quickly throws you away, so he can focus all his energy on sukuna.

but, sukuna instead moves to be right by your side and shields you from the ground.

he wraps an arm around you and pulls you a bit closer.

his eyes carefully scan you; he clenches his jaw at the sight of the blood. he carefully wipes it and moves your face towards him with one of his hands. he speaks up, “you alive?”

“don’t you ignore me, sukuna—” the man sneers, but he is quickly silenced. he sees his tongue flying to the ground. the sight scares him to the core, he starts screaming—or his attempt at one.

his knees feel weak, and he falls to the ground. his blood pools slowly on the ground.

sukuna shifts your focus back to him again, and you respond slowly, “alive and kicking,” raising a thumbs up. he nods and gently lays you down on the ground.

you wince a little and complain lightly, “this place is dusty.”

he hums, “wait a second.”

your husband rises to his feet and turns to the man. sukuna approaches the man, taking his time with each step. anger swirls violently inside of him, and his eyes looked down sharply at the man.

the sorcerer quivers and covers his mouth; he quickly backs up to the wall. he sukuna scoffs, “you’re still annoying even after taking your tongue out?”

the man’s pride almost causes him to retort back with a yell of his own.

but then sukuna snatches him up by the hair and stares him right in the eyes, “for every strand of hair you’ve touched on her head, I will make you bellow in pain till your vocal chords are ripped into shreds.”

you groan and stir lightly. you slowly open your eyes and examine your surroundings. you’re back in the castle; you smile and relax back into your pillow.

“so you’ve finally awaken?”

you turn to your husband with a grin, “hey handsome.”

“why did you leave the castle?”

straight to the point. you prop yourself up on the pillow and sit up. you look at him then look away, “it’s kind of embarrassing actually.”

“not your first,” he responds, and you pointedly ignore him.

“I wanted to greet you before you arrived at the gate,” you murmur then quip, “but I didn’t even go beyond the fence! I was still in the area!”

he listens quietly and sits beside you. he pulls you against his chest, “you do not need to do anything like that.”

you look up at him with a small smile and he finds himself letting out a small breath—of fondness?—he closes his eyes and speaks in absolute manner, “you should know that I will always come for you.”

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[gloomwitchwrites]

What If 141... "tell me you need me" and/or " I don't want you to stop"

Okay. Okay okay okay okay. When I first read this prompt, I genuinely thought I would write something really sweet and soft. But I also have free will. I am an independent individual. I make the choices here. Are they sweet? Yes. Are they soft? A bit. Is this mostly spice? Yes. Yes it is. I will not ask forgiveness.

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Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, non-descriptive sex, praise, fluff, established relationship, suggestive themes

Word Count: 800

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John Price

“Say it, love. I want to hear you say it.”

Everything in you is buzzing. It is loud, as if a hive of bees dwells beneath your skin. Each touch John gives you is electric. A zing of pleasure that rockets outward until the tips of your fingers and toes tingle.

“You don’t play fair,” you whine, sinking against him, surrendering to his touch.

“Never do,” he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe.

You reach up to touch him, to hook your arm around the back of his neck. You need to anchor yourself before you fall over the edge. His fingers are expert things, moving in little circles between your legs. It is agony. And so very sweet.

John seizes your wrist. Brings your arm back to your side.

“No,” he says. “You can’t have that yet.”

“Why not?”

John’s lips brush against your throat. “Tell me you need me. Say it and I’ll give you what you want.” He lightly bites. “Promise.”

You swallow hard. The words are forming, but they are only air. Slipping away with each stroke of his fingers.

John pauses. And that sets you off instantly.

“I need you, John,” you gasp.

“That’s my girl.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle’s fingers thread lightly through your hair. It’s a gentle touch. One that sends a shiver through you.

Your hands roam, touching everywhere. There is skin beneath your fingers. It is taut, slick with water from the shower. Kyle is warm too like a good blanket. You could wrap yourself up in him.

Kyle returns to your hair, working in the shampoo. You close your eyes and sink into the feeling. He has one arm around your waist as if you’ll run off.

“Don’t stop,” you moan. “That feels good.”

Kyle’s soft laugh comes from behind you, and then he guides you under the spray, washing away the shampoo.

“Need to get the rest of you,” he purrs, those strong hands of his grasping your waist, spinning you around to face him. “Where should I start first?”

He traces one finger along your jaw and down the side of your throat only to descend to collarbone and the curve of your breast. He goes lower. Lower still.

You grasp his wrist, arching into his touch.

“Here?” he asks with a smug smile.

You’re needy. And his hand between your legs is bliss.

“I don’t want you to stop,” you reply.

John "Soap" MacTavish

“Oh. Fu—fuck, love. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Johnny groans loudly above you, his head tilted back in ecstasy. Behind you, the television is on but the sound is muted. It bathes the bedroom in a blueish glow. Johnny isn’t paying attention, and you’re not either.

You are settled between his legs, your mouth full of him.

This is a craving. A vice. Johnny is always the one giving. He loves to do it. Loves to shower you with affection and as much pleasure as you can handle. But you have the control now. You’re the one making him squirm. Making him writhe and whimper.

It’s lovely this feeling. The power is perfect.

No wonder Johnny loves doing this so much.

He groans again, the arm next to his side, fist clenched. His other hand rises, and tentatively brushes against your scalp. Johnny’s eyes are closed. You’re not sure if he even knows what he’s doing.

“I don’t want you to stop,” he says, almost absently, as if speaking to the air.

You continue. Tasting.

His hand against your scalp strengthens, fingers tangling in your hair. His grip is fierce.

“Don’t stop,” he repeats. “Don’t want you to stop.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“That’s not what you say. You know this, love.”

Simon grasps your chin between thumb and forefinger. He squeezes slightly, tipping upward. You are unable to look away. Unable to move. Those dark eyes with pale eyelashes drive a spear through your heart every time.

It’s maddening.

You lick your lips and Simon follows the movement. He examines your mouth, and then his thumb brushes against the underside of your bottom lip. It sends a little shiver through you. Simon is powerful. Strong. He could easily break you, and yet he can be so gentle.

“I’m not gonna ask again.” Simon draws you closer and leans forward as if to kiss you. He doesn’t though, simply holds there, awaiting an answer.

He won’t give you what you’re seeking just yet. Not until you say the magic words.

“Tell me you need me,” he murmurs.

That is all Simon wants. To be desired. To be needed. He loves to hear it from your lips, especially like now when the two of you are tangled in each other. Other times, it’s simple things like reaching something on the top shelf.

And you will tell him.

You always do.

“I need you, Simon.”

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[suempu]

Ok but headcanons for Chilchuck begging tallman reader to sit on his face but they're too scared they'll crush him 😭

established relationship + amab and afab included + human reader + chilly chuckles has stubble !!

<3

chilchuck wouldn’t be the type to “beg” you for it. more like whine or be grumpy about it because he’s kind of embarrassed.

like i said in my previous hcs, he loves everything about going down on you. from your scent, to your moans, to your skin. he’s using his heightened senses to his advantage just to feel more of you.

-> amab

he asks you to get on top of him and fuck his face but you refuse at first. just because you think he’s not ready for it yet and you didn’t want to crush the not-so-lil guy.

chilchuck is bitter at first, feeling rejected before you quickly reassure him that you just didn’t want to hurt his throat.

“i don’t need ‘training’, it’ll be fine. just get on my face.” he almost whines.

“you’ll gag and get hurt if i immediately do that… you’re not even used to taking all of me yet.” trying to reason with him, you pepper his pouty cheeks with kisses.

you really don’t want him to have a sore throat so the next time he asks again you only give shallow pumps into his mouth. giving him a taste of your dick.

when he finally learns to take your cock all the way, chilchuck’s obsessed with the eroticism of it all.

he’s laying on the bed, hands on your thighs as you thrust into his mouth from above. gurgling noises can be heard as you moan, his warm mouth enveloping your dick as he tears up from the lack of oxygen.

you got him successfully cockdrunk as you jerk your last splurt of cum onto his face, making the small patch of stubble on his chin sticky while he looks at you with dazed eyes as he sucks the head for good measure.

he doesn’t say anything but he’ll blush and get so turned on afterwards that he ends up fucking you in the shower.

-> afab

will just ask you straight up to sit on his face and you don’t know whether to laugh or blush because it aroused you more than you thought it would.

he’ll immediately question your refusal because wdym he’s not strong enough to take all your weight???? he’s a big boy

that was a lie. but it still doesn’t ruin the idea for him, he wants you on his face so bad that he keeps going even after panting so hard each time you smother him between your thighs.

“pat my thighs if you need air, okay?”

“i can do it without needing air.”

“honey, you almost passed out last time…”

he grumbles, “i thought we agreed to never bring that up.”

chilchuck can’t really put his fingers in you whenever you sit on him since there’s not much space because of his tongue in your hole. instead he paws and teases your rim while he wiggles his nose against your clit.

loves it when he gets you to squirt, although after a few moments he’ll nag you to get in the bath and wash his soaked face.

<3 the morning after (gn)

the next morning, he’ll drink some tea to soothe his throat because of the lack of air and to keep it from being sore.

this man will not acknowledge ANYTHING he did the night before, he’ll brush everything off if you mention any embarrassing things he’s done.

“good morning. was last night okay?”

he snorts, putting his mug down. “of course. told you i could handle it.”

you hum playfully, hugging him into your chest from behind. “i don’t know… you looked delirious and… fucked out. i think you even passed out at one point-”

“i’m never going down on you ever again.”