#V; Discovering Hope
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Never thought that it would end like this
Here it is! My piece for @merwainefest day 7: free day.
Here on ao3 for those on there!
On the training ground, Gwaine gets distracted as Merlin walks past.
Gwaine was feeling rather stupid. He had been too distracted during training to focus properly on the blows Leon was raining down upon him, and now had a nasty gash on his arm that needed looking into. Now, he was sat at the side of the training field as the others kept at it. But, the reason for his distraction was the one tending to the open slice on his forearm.
Merlin.
It wasnât Gwaineâs fault that Merlinâs arse was the meaning of âperkyâ, and the way his hair caught in the sunlight was too hard for Gwaine to miss. So when Merlin had walked past the training field and bent over at the crucial moment, Gwaineâs eyes went over Leonâs shoulder instead of focusing on the sword that caught Gwaine completely off guard, and blood running down his arm.
Leon hadnât stopped apologising, even though thatâs the whole point of training, Gwaine had told him. But Leon was Leon, and wouldnât stop fretting until Merlin had come over and told Gwaine to follow him, heading over to a nearby tent, which inside had a basket of bandages and other medicinal items that he stocked for the training ground every morning for these exact moments. Fortunately, Gwaine walked off the field neck-and-neck with Merlin, so he wouldnât be âdistractedâ again.
Gwaine felt guilty. It wasnât right to ogle when Merlin wasnât aware, and Gwaine knew it. Maybe heâll say something. Just maybe.
Merlin pulled the basket and asked Gwaine to sit, which he did. Gwaine rested his injured arm on his lap and stared at Merlinâs hand. The young man was working with such dexterity and Gwaine could only watch patiently. His arm hurt, that was true, but he could wait a little longer to watch Merlin at work.
Gwaine thought he heard Merlin mention something, but shrugged and âhmmâd in response. He was still watching Merlin at work, collecting bottles, bandages and something resembling a spoon?
âGwaine?â Merlin was smiling when Gwaine looked at him, and that almost did the knight in. Merlinâs toothy grin was his weakness, and in this close proximity to it? That smile was a lethal weapon. It could bring anyone to their knees.
He snapped back into the world, and nodded, âYes?â He responded, not meeting Merlinâs eyes.
âCan you hold this for me?â Merlin held a jar of a sticky, amber-coloured liquid. It had a faint scent.
âIs that honey?â Gwaine asked, and went to dip his fingers in it to taste it.
Merlinâs smile widened as he withdrew the honey jar. âItâs not to eat,â he said softly with a small laugh, âbut yes, itâs honey.â
Gwaine felt his cheeks heat up, as he did when he heard Merlin laugh, but hoped Merlin was too occupied with the jar or the cut or something else to notice. He held his hand out to take the jar, from Merlin, and as he did his fingers brushed Merlinâs. It was an innocent gesture, until he heard Merlin cough awkwardly. Gwaine looked up. Merlinâs face was also flushed.
âMerlin.â
The pair looked at each other. Gwaine swam in Merlinâs blue eyes for what felt like eternity and felt himself leaning forwards.
Merlin couldnât take his eyes off the knight, but snapped out of the daze, shook his head, and looked away.
Gwaine leaned backwards. It was now or never.
âMerlin, has anyone ever told youâŠâ Now or never, Gwaine, ââŠhow blue your eyes are?â Merlin looked at him incredulously. âTheyâre more blue than the sky.â
âUm, thanks?â Merlin spoke quietly, spooning honey out of the jar and smearing it on Gwaineâs arm. âHoney is good to clean the wound, thatâs good advice for you.â
Merlin kept talking, listing the medicinal properties of honey and other common plants and herbs, but Gwaine wasnât really listening. He felt like he might explode. He was staring at Merlinâs lips. Â Gorgeous and lovely and inviting and kissable-
Gwaine leaned forward and kissed Merlin mid-word. It was a peck, nothing more, nothing less. Gwaine noticed Merlin had stopped moving and was staring right at Gwaine.
âWhatâŠ?â
Gwaine breathed a very nervous laugh. Since when did Gwaine get nervous? âI was going to lose my mind if I didnât do that.â
A pause. Neither of them moved, spoke, breathed.
âWas that ok?â
At first, Gwaine wasnât sure if Merlin would respond at all. Merlin opened and closed his mouth, then finally said. âThat was nice.â
Nice? âNice?â
âYes,â Merlin continued, âIt was unexpected, but it was nice.â They looked at each other for a few more seconds before Merlin spoke again. âI really need to finish dressing this.â
âYes, of course,â Gwaine held out the honey towards Merlin, but his sweaty palm wasnât helping, so he held it balanced on his leg. His heart was racing. That was not a reaction he could have predicted. What would he do now? Merlin said it was âniceâ, which was about as useful as a one-legged man in an arse-kicking contest.
âGwaine,â Merlin spoke as he took a bandage and started wrapping up Gwaineâs arm. âIs this how you truly feel?â
âYes, Merlin, for a while now.â Gwaine paused, wondering how to say exactly how he felt. âYou have no idea how hard it is seeing you every day around the castle with your perfect arse and gorgeous eyes and soft hands-â
âI think I do, Gwaine,â was Merlinâs response, and before Gwaine could even form a confused frown, Merlinâs lips were on his.
This kiss was longer, deeper, yet still soft, and full of desire and longing and wanting, from Gwaine and mirrored by Merlin. It was over far too soon for Gwaineâs liking and he was left wanting more.
Merlin pulled away and held a finger to Gwaineâs lips to stop him from protesting.
âBefore you say anything, we can continue this later,â Merlin started with a smile on his lips, âbut you need to get back out there or people might talk.â
âOh, let them talk.â Gwaine swatted away Merlinâs hand and took Merlinâs chin with his good hand and kissed him deeply. Merlin, however, could only laugh and pull away.
âI would love for this to continue, but not now, Gwaine.â The knight pulled his best puppy dog eyes, but Merlin did not fall for it. Accepting defeat, Gwaine dropped his head and stood up. Merlin tidied the place and stood up, faced Gwaine and expressed, âYou have no idea how happy I am that this happened, Gwaine, and I canât wait for it to continue.â Gwaine couldnât believe it either, and the fact that he was speechless made it much more apparent. He couldnât remember a time he had been more lost for words.
âNow get out there, and show them all that your arm hasnât fallen off. And, please put Arthur on his arse at least once.â
Gwaine beamed a huge grin across his face. âAfter you, my dear.â Gwaine bowed as Merlin laughed and walked past. Now was his chance.
Gwaine smacked Merlinâs backside as he left the tent.
Merlin looked back, rubbing his behind.
âOi!â
#merwaine#mergwaine#merlin#merlin bbc#sir gwaine#merwaine fest#merwaine fest 2023#merwainefest2023#i hope you enjoy this!!!#i discovered merwaine fest far too late so this is my one entry in on time#however the other prompts look v ~tasty~ too#so might write some now but post later? would that be ok @ mods#or do i need to write them asap be included in this fest#anyway#merci#where_the_kissing_never_stops#wtkns#op#my works
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4am natsume bloggin but literally it is THE emotional support series that's been holding my hand through hell or high water for the last thirteen yeeeeears!!!!!
#natsume problems#i cant even talk about it without getting verklempt but i discovered this series at such a chaotic point in life#when i was v far away from anything and everything comfortable and familiar and it has created such a sense of home#and has continued to provide that over the last decade and counting and i'm so grateful to it for so much but especially that forever đ#and part of me does just want it to selfishly and irrationally also go on forever!!!!!!#anyway happy s7 release date announcement to all who celebrate đđđ hope you're ready for me to be Even More Insufferable this fall đ
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objective hardest games to use in rhre: glee club. pitching it is fucking hell. rockers. again. pitching it is fucking hell. and also pitch bends are confusing. rap men. at normal speed it's too fast but at half speed it's too slow there's no in-between. same with love rap. love lizards. it's way better now than it used to be but it is still confusing. crop stomp. i hate using crop stomp i have used it like three times and i still do not understand. thanks for coming to my tedtalk-
#puppy rambles#rhythm hell#making custom remixes is hard sfkldjdfsksfdjsdf-#... also i just realized that except for rap men and love rap these are all in ds. huh#anyways all i'm saying is that ds remix 10 with tengoku games took way shorter than tengoku remix 6 with ds games#they both turned out good tho i think. i've discovered that using cues illegally is actually amazing#love the showtime part in ds remix 10 with tengoku games it's sooooooo illegal lksfdjdfklsjfdlsd-#it sounds v good also#glee club sucking in rhre is why i one time amazingly said that i hope the chorus kids burn in rhythm hell#i do not actually hope they burn in rhythm hell i love them. gay polyam screaming children-#they are responsible for several crimes <3
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i hope everyone is having a good valentineâs day <3Â
#ooc.#i haven't had the bones for writing this week i have been fixated on taking in new media#today is my anniversary w my partner so i will be around later tonight!#i am sort of lurking on mobile but my attention is elsewhere today <3#yesterday i ended up going to my friend's house#watching the entire first season of tlo.vm [again] & then we cleaned & painted her room#i didnt end up going home until like 6am so i had no online bones#but regardless i hope all of my friends are having wonderful v-days <3#i also finished watching season 1 again today w a friend#so i have watched tlov.m season one a total of 5 times in the week or so since i#discovered its wonders#i've watched season 2 like 3 times but season one be hitting different 2 me
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calaf tag drop
#calaf#tag drop#calaf. appearance â strength is not determined by looksâ but through action#calaf. character study â i'd risk death for just a chance to call you mine#calaf. likes â my name & my life i give you together#calaf. v. u â looks & words may beâ & oftentimes areâ false witnesses#calaf. v. 1 â in your eyes there was the light of heroes#calaf. v. 2 â look at the starsâ that tremble with love & with hope ( modern au )#calaf & turandot â â i have discovered the strangerâs nameâ â she callsâ â âit is love ! â#queue.
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I WANNA BE YOURS âĄ
pairing: logan howlett x puppy-hybrid!fem!reader
summary: logan finds you, a special kind of mutant, out on a mission. when he takes in this puppy girl, you quickly forms a bond to him. he tries to tell himself he doesn't like his new shadow or want the attention, but it gets harder to deny as the two of you grow closer.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), hybrids, breeding kink, praise kink, dumbification, fluff, canon-typical violence, blood, nightmares
a/n: thank you so much to @gor3-hound and @nexysworld for beta reading <33
Adamantium strains against the skin between Logan's knuckles as his fists collide with his opponents' bodies. His claws beg to come out, to slice through his own skin and into the men he's striking. Despite causing himself pain, it would make this little struggle easier.
Regardless, he reigns in the urge and continues to fight without them. He didn't need them yet. Having a skeleton of impenetrable metal served as the only weapon he needed for right now. These guys taking him on weren't anything special, simple lackeys hired to protect a facility they didn't even understand the operation of.
His unpierced knuckles land a few strikes to one's abdomen, and he pops the other's face with his elbow. He whips his forearm around and slams the first to the ground in a finishing blow. The other man comes crashing down close behind after he connects his fist with the center of his face.
He looks at both of them crumpled up and unconscious on the ground, shaking off the adrenaline from the scuffle with a few rolls of his shoulders. He swipes the set of keys that hang off the belt of one who went down first and reconvenes with the rest of the team at the point of entrance to the next part of this warehouse.
"Did you find a way to open the doors?" Storm asks him. The white-haired woman struts beside him to the large cement doors at the end of the hallway.
Logan holds up the set of metallic keys, giving them a little jingle as his answer.
"Wow, and without shedding any blood. Impressive," Cyclops mocks from behind. Him and Jean walk a couple paces to the back of him, their eyes scanning for any potential hindrances to the mission.
"Night's not over yet, bub."
The four of them reach the door, and fortunately, it only takes a few tests to determine which key is meant for this lock. Before either Logan or Storm can push the barrier open, the door swings back under the force of Jean's telepathy.
They head inside but brace themselves for what they might see. This mission came about after the professor discovered that this building was being used as some kind of location to traffic mutants. The team had dealt with cases like this before, and they were never pretty. Often, the victims were young and struggling, picked up off the street or gathered from false mutant shelters to be sold into a life of experimentation or fetishization.
Upon first glance, this section of the building holds nothing new. The room isn't large in comparison to the others before it and looks more like a connector between the last hallway and another one. It's dark, not much light to get a good look at anything that could be hiding away.
Storm is eager to keep moving along and guides them towards the entrance to the next hallway. His other two teammates overtake him as well and follow behind her.
"I'm gonna sniff around here for a minute. I'll be right behind you," Logan says and waves them forward.
The two women spare him a skeptic glance, but Scott couldn't be more eager to part from him. They head off in the other direction, leaving Logan alone in the quiet between these four walls.
He just wanted to be sure there was nothing here, whether it be something he could help or something meaning to do them harm. Though he kind of hoped it was the latter. He never felt very good at the 'saving' part of being on this team. Let him go in a room full of threats, and he was guaranteed to be successful. He'd take every last one down in record time and not even have to think twice about it. But give him one person to comfort and tell that everything is gonna be ok, and that would have him breaking a sweat. It's not that he couldn't do it; he simply had to work at it. He didn't have to work at being a weapon.
Treading over the pavement cautiously, Logan's eyes sweep over the few vacant shelves and lonely crates. The room truly seemed unoccupied. He could probably only justify a few more feet before having to go join the rest of the team. But then he sees it.
A cage towards the back of the room, a tarp over the top. It sat near a smaller door he hadn't noticed before. He wasn't too concerned with going in just yet. First he wanted to see if anything was confined behind those thin black bars.
It was larger than a simple pet kennel but too small to give the impression that held anything monstrous. He walks closer to it. No sound came from it nor could he see any movement, but his curiosity had been triggered. He had to know why this thing had been secluded.
Once he's close enough, he crouches down and pushes away the rough white material draped over it. His fingers undo the latch and open the door so he could get a better look inside.
He peers in and is met with a pair of eyes staring back at him out of the darkness. His first instinct is to back up and get into a defensive position, but whatever's inside doesn't give him the chance.
You lunge at him and knock him flat onto his back.
He hits the cement with a grunt, and his claws cry out to him again. He could easily unsheathe them and tear whatever you were to shreds. But before he does this, he realizes that this isn't an attack. He's not in any kind of pain. In fact, nothing is really happening to him. All you were doing was... sniffing him?
He could hear your rapid inhales and exhales as your nose trailed along the collar of his white tank top. Straining his neck back as much as he can, he finally gets a good look at you. You were human - smaller than most with wide, curious eyes - but you also had floppy ears erupting from your scalp and a long tail coming from your backside that was whipping back and forth.
Even with all the different kinds of mutants he'd seen, he couldn't help thinking this was bizarre at first glance. He knew it was possible for mutations to express physically even though most were internal. For god's sake he had literal claws and knew multiple people who were straight up blue. But he'd never seen anything like this.
You looked like just a mix of canine and human. In honesty, you were pretty cute. You didn't look like the type of thing someone would shout 'freak' at from across the street. Hybrid was probably a more accurate descriptor than mutant. Either way, he didn't want you on top of him.
"Quit it," he growls before grabbing your waist and pushing you off. Based on the fact that you weren't attacking, he assumes you're a victim rather than a perpetrator. He rises to his feet to stand above you, ready to fight just in case. "What the hell are you supposed to be?"
You sit there, tail still wagging despite his rough temperament. Your eyes have that gleam that likens your appearance to a puppy even more than your ears or tail do. He realizes you might not be able to talk or something, but he doesn't get too far with that thought before you speak.
"A mutant. Like you."
His eyes narrow.
"Yeah? How do you know I'm a mutant?" he asks. He hadn't shown you his claws and you hadn't seen his skin magically stitch itself back together. Maybe you were on the other side of this mission.
"I can smell it," you answer.
That makes his eyebrow slowly raise. "Smell it?" he says.
You nod. "Mutants smell different than humans," you say.
You rise to your feet and stand next to him. Leaning in again, you smell his arm. Your head moves down his bicep and to his elbow and forearm. He pulls his limb away with a scowl, but you'd already had a chance to register the scent that'd caught your attention.
"You smell metallic too," you say.
So your canine traits weren't just physical. Logan knew you weren't lying, having an enhanced olfaction himself. He'd just never met someone else who also had that ability.
"Your mutation is basically just being an overgrown dog then?" he asks with a bemused expression, "You like playing fetch? Want me to call you a good girl?"
You can't help the automatic twitch in your tail when you hear that phrase, but your expression darkens as if a storm cloud had formed inches above those folded ears.Â
"I'm not a dog. If I'm a dog, are you like a robot since you have metal in you?" you huff and cross your arms.
A sharp puff of air comes from his nostrils at your attempted retort. "Robot isn't exactly what they call me."
You grumble and roll your eyes. Your tail had gone still behind you and hung between your legs.
He continues to stare down at you, trying to decide what to do next. Even though you were a mutant, you didn't seem to be a fighter or have any skills that would be useful in combat. He wasn't just going to leave you here, but he didn't know how big a risk it would be to let you tag along.
"What are you doing here? Did someone lock you in that cage, or is that just where you spend your free time?" he asks.
"Someone took me and locked me in there," you say, your pout deepening.
"For how long?"
You shrug. Logan has the urge to roll his eyes just as you did, but he can tell your lack of knowledge is genuine.
"You don't know how long you were in there?" he prompts.
"No. Maybe like... a couple weeks or something. I don't know. It's hard to keep track."
Of course. Just like a puppy, you had a poor concept of time. He shakes his head and rubs his hand over his face. It did look like you'd been captive for a few weeks. You weren't in the best shape and had bruises littering your body. Your clothes were dirty and torn at the hems. As annoying as he found you in the few minutes he'd known you, he knew you didn't deserve this treatment. Locking a cute little thing like you in a cage was plain cruelty.
"Alright. Well what's your name? I'm Logan," he sighs.
You tell him, but just as the last syllable leaves your lips, footsteps burst into the room from the direction of the hallway.
Scott and Jean round the corner, clearly looking for their teammate. Logan turns around to see the new arrivals and relaxes when he recognizes the man in the visor and the redhead beside him.Â
"There you are. We thought you took off or something," Scott mocks casually.
He opens his mouth to respond, but the words dissolve when he feels a thud against his back.Â
You donât recognize the people who'd just shown up, so you hide yourself behind the man who found you. Pressing yourself against his back, you cautiously tilt your head to his side to peek at Scott and Jean. Your fingers clutch the fabric of Logan's tank top so tight they threaten to poke little holes in the ribbed material.
"What- what are you doing?" he grunts and tries to look over his shoulder at you. The way you were latched onto him prevented him from turning around fully. He lifts one of his arms to see your eyes scoping out the potential danger in front of him.
"Get- C'mon get off. They're not gonna hurt you," he continues, brushing you off by reaching back and lightly tugging your hair.
You stumble to the side, and he manages to grab your shoulders and walk you in front of him. He holds you there, presenting you to Scott and Jean. The way your ears pin back to your head makes him feel a little guilty about making you confront the strangers so directly, but they weren't gonna do anything to you. Assuming they were gonna rescue you and take you back to Xavier's, you'd have to get used to prying eyes and meeting new people.
Both Scott and Jean look at you curiously, Jean with less confusion than Scott. Clearly, he had a similar thought process to Logan while the woman next to him could sense that you were a mutant and what your abilities were.
"I found her in that cage back there," he explains.
The two of them nod. They take a few more moments to simply observe you before they move closer and ask for your name. You give it just like you had to Logan. They nod again and then begin running through a similar routine of questions. Theirs are more detailed though and manage to coax more information out of you.
Your responses give them a quick little rundown of you. You fit the profile of the people they usually found on these missions. You're young, early 20s, struggling because getting a job was nearly impossible with your ears and tail. You had no family. They'd given you up after your mutation began to manifest. Everyone thinks puppies are cute, but apparently, no one wanted a human child that shared features with them. You'd been taken from the shelter you were staying at like most others who found themselves in this situation.
As you answer each one posed to you, Logan feels you subtly sinking back against him. Your back meets his abdomen like two magnets slowly being pulled together. Despite the annoyed look on his face, he doesn't say anything or pull away.
When the brief interrogation comes to a close, Scott relays to Logan that they had found other victims in another part of the facility. Storm was with them now, guiding them to the extraction point where they'd be taken to safety. The four of you just had to follow along.
Scott and Jean lead the way. Logan follows behind and you trot along beside him. He notices you're staying close to him in particular.
"Did the guys who took you say anything else about why they wanted you?" he asks. The fact that you were kept separate was still lingering in his mind. To him it didn't mean anything good.
You shrug and look up at him. "They didn't really talk to me that much unless they were being mean or spitting at me. Or kicking the cage," you say.
You say it like it's casual, but he can tell it hurts. He knows how it feels to an extent. All mutants do. Not many people will openly talk shit about a guy with metal claws, but the sentiment is still there. The idea that you're inferior. That something is wrong with you. That you don't belong in this life.
He just nods, not knowing much else to offer as comfort. "Did you ever overhear them talking about you? Any reason they wouldn't have put you with the others?"
"I think they wanted to figure out if there was more of me. Or if they could make anymore at least," you say after taking a moment to think, "Cause you know. Guys like the whole puppy thing. Makes me worth more I guess."
He cringes at the ugly picture you paint with those words.
The group of you continues walking, footsteps being the only sound in the hallway. Your tail had started wagging again which makes him feel a little better about not offering anything in terms of reassurance. But when you reach the room where the other victims had been, your tail comes to a halt and droops between your legs.
A party of men is spread throughout the area. They walk around scanning the now empty space, visibly incensed at their captives being freed. You slide yourself against Logan's back again, but you don't try to peek at them like you did with Scott and Jean. It doesn't take much to figure out that these are the ones who kept you in that cage.
They hear the team and you approaching and turn to face you. Despite your efforts to hide, they spot you before you're completely concealed behind the bulk of Logan's muscular frame. The one closest scowls at your attempt.
"I'm guessing the three of you know what happened to the things we had in here?" he says, sarcasm lacing each word.
"You could say that. And those people are long gone by now, so it's probably best you move on," Scott answers. His fingers rise to his temple in preparation to operate his visor.
The men don't seem to be threatened. The amalgamation of them tightens, forming a more crowded cluster.
"Yeah, you're probably right. But you're not leaving with that one," the same one says and gestures to you hiding, "She stays here."
"Not gonna happen, bub," Logan responds so quickly it surprises even himself.
His teammates also look interested in his seeming budding attachment to you, but they know better than to squabble in front of adversaries.
You are the only one the words don't strike in any sort of way, but that's because you didn't totally hear them. You're too busy trembling, hoping with everything you had that Logan wouldn't force you in front of him again and then kick you into the group of guys.
But obviously, that doesn't happen. There's more arguing that you don't hear because you choose to tune it out. You can sense Logan becoming more agitated and the air around everyone becoming more tense. Your body grows more rigid, your ears glued back to your scalp. You just want this to be over.
As these thoughts whirl through your mind, the arguing comes to a head, and Logan launches away from you. You feel naked without his large body shielding yours.Â
Scott and Jean aid him. Your first inclination is to turn the other direction and just try to stay out of the way. You weren't confident in your combat skills. If you could seriously fight, you probably wouldn't have gotten snatched up. You didn't want to be the reason any of these people who were trying to help you got hurt.
But then you see someone coming up behind Logan brandishing a knife. It's out of your control, the way your muscles go taut and your lip curls back. You'd only ever been in a real fight once before in your life, and you don't remember feeling this vicious. You spring up behind the man, finding where his shoulder meets his neck and biting down hard.
The cries of agony and grunts of anger seem to go on forever. The smell of blood invades your nostrils as you deal with your target. He'd fallen to the floor when your teeth sunk into his flesh. You feel him thrashing underneath you as you rip and tear, but you don't stop until he's gone still. You then pull off and wipe your mouth, twisting around to sit on the abdomen of your incapacitated enemy.
Logan also had no difficulty dealing with the men coming at him. There were just more of them, so he took a little longer. After one last thud of a body crumpling to the floor, only heavy breathing sounds through the warehouse.
Jean and Scott seem fine. They stand there checking each other over, and you see them share a brief kiss. You glance over towards Logan next and decide to return to his side.
He's alone. The sounds of panting are mostly coming from him. His body glistens, muscles lightly coated in perspiration. His scent is stronger to you now, and it only grows more overwhelming as you approach him. Men lie at his feet with pools of blood around them, presumably the same crimson liquid that stains his hands, wrists, and forearms in streaks.
You make your next move without thinking. Coming up to his side, trying in vain to avoid getting your ratty socks soaked with blood, you press your cheek against his bicep and snake your arms around his.
He then looks down at you. His eyebrows raise at the blood that coats your mouth and chin and trails down your shirt. You hadn't seemed like any type of predator before. Your presence was more akin to a puppy that'd be torn apart by wolves than anything that could do anyone harm.
"How'd you do that?" he asks.
Your finger rises and hooks under your upper lip, pulling it back to reveal your canines, sharper than a normal person's.
He nods and watches you with some mixture of curiosity, irritation, and fondness.
"Pretty good," he says simply.
You beam at the praise, blood-stained lips parting into a wide smile. He feels your tail wag harder and brush against the back of his leg.
The touch is nice. It makes him more conscious of the way you're still holding onto him, your hand curled around his muscle and your hip against his. He's not sure what it is. A silent thank you, a note of understanding, or a pledge of loyalty.
But he doesn't need a thank you, someone to understand him or devote themself to him. He's just doing what he's supposed to.
He slides his arm out of your clutches and gently pats you on the head.
"C'mon, let's get going," he says and starts walking towards the exit.
You trot wordlessly behind him, which he's grateful for. But more than that, he's just happy Scott didn't have anything to say about your sudden bond to him.
Once the jet picked you up from the extraction point, the trip back to the school was a breeze. You mostly keep to yourself while trying to stick close to Logan. He sits you next to him and cleans up your face, but you sleep for most of the actual traveling time to the destination.
You hadn't realized how tired you were until the seat hit your back and the buckles of the seat belt latched over your chest. With that manifestation of security, your eyes began drooping and your head was drifting to your shoulder like it was your center of gravity.
Logan's voice is what wakes you up. It's unclear to you how much time has passed, but that doesn't bother you. You feel him gently jostling you before unbuckling the straps across your chest. He calls your name a few times until your bleary eyes open and focus on his face.
"There you are," he says, "C'mon. We're here."
You still watch him without saying a word. Your hand rubs over your face to try and pull yourself closer to being awake. He watches you before offering his hand.
"I'm not carrying you, so you need to get up," he says in a tone you were becoming familiar with. It sounded irritated but not directly at you. Like this man was just in a constant state of being pissy about something.
You take the offer regardless and let him pull you to your feet. The two of you exit the jet together, him helping you out to ensure you don't trip on the gap between the ramp and the ground.
Once you're out, your eyes widen. You expected a boarding school to be pretty fancy, but this was nicer than any place you'd ever been. The walls stretched up the sky, crafted with bricks and decorated with large glass windows. The path there was paved and bordered with kept plants. You could see beyond that though. The large expanse of the property. So much space to run and do things.
Logan watches your reaction with amusement. "It's a lot to take in when you first get here," he says.
You nod, and your eyes continue to dart around and absorb the sight of everything. Storm and Jean lead the others who were saved off to another part of the building to be reunited with their families or taken back to their lives or even given verifiable resources. But you don't want to go with them.
You grab Logan's hand and look up at him, shaking your head.
His first reaction is to try and pull his hand free of you, but you have a tighter grip than expected. "What? What's the matter?" he asks you while still trying worm his hand out of your finger's lock.
You don't know how to articulate it because what you want is very simple. You want to stay with him. You want to stay here. You don't want to go back out to the world where people point and laugh at you or turn you away from everything. You just don't know how to say that without it seeming weird.
Luckily for you, Scott gives you a bit of help. You're not sure if that's his intention or not, but either way, you're grateful for the help.
"Maybe we should take her to the Professor. He might want to see about her mutation or ask her about that stuff back there," he tells Logan. You can tell from the way Scott speaks that he doesn't really like him too much.
Logan thinks about it for a moment before nodding. Before leading you there, he uses his other hand to pry your fingers off of him. You frown at the loss of connection and shoot him a glare. That brings an actual smile to his face.
"Follow along, pup. Don't need you getting lost," he says as he turns to guide you down the halls of the school.
The sun hadn't even risen, so not too many people occupied the common rooms. You catch sight of a few. They stare back at you, but unlike what you're used to, they don't look at you with disdain or mocking. It's simple, innocent curiosity. The only thing that seems to worry them is the bright red stain going down the front of your shirt.
Inside the room had been an older guy in a wheelchair. The professor talked the nicest out of all the men you'd been around today. When he looked at you, you felt like he understood you. He didn't even seem perplexed like Scott or Logan had. He'd merely said you were "interesting."
He talked to you for a while. He asked similar questions similar to the ones you already answered, but the third round of them got even deeper than the last two. Once he revealed that he could enter your thoughts if he wanted, that made a lot of sense.
Though he didn't really need his ability to understand you. Your experiences were written all over your face, practically sewn into the seams of your clothes.
He could see how, like every mutant, you led a life dominated by rejection. But in a different way than most others of your kind, you were vaguely familiar. Seeing someone with a tongue ten feet long or with blue skin or claws was jarring. It was weird.
But you - you look like a cute puppy. You walk the line between disturbing and endearing.
Charles can also see how you long for belonging even deeper than most. It's as if your mutation gives you the drive to seek out affection, for someone to devote yourself to. He can tell this by the way you linger around Logan.
If he moved an inch, you followed in the same direction. If he looked away, your eyes followed along. You were only settled if he was looking at you, not in danger of leaving your vicinity.
After talking to you for a while, hearing about your abilities and getting to understand your personality, he offers to let you stay at the school. He tells you it might be beneficial for you, and if you don't like it, you're welcome to leave anytime. It's only meant to give you a chance to understand your gifts and learn to control them and use them for good.
Of course, you accept. It wasn't even a question.
"Wonderful. Scott, show her to the extra rooms she can stay in and the shower so she can clean up a bit," Charles says. He watches as your eyes flit to Logan and then Scott. He also sees Scott's uncertainty as to why he was given this job.
But he nods and gestures for you to follow him, which you reluctantly do.
You trail him silently up the stairs, and he gives you a little guide to where everything is. He gestures at the direction of the student wing and the staff wing and then takes you to the latter. He points out the different bedrooms and grabs you a change of clothes on the way to the bathrooms.
He's nice to you. A little stiff, but he still smiles and laughs softly at quips he makes or your skeptical reactions to things. You want to ask him about his sunglasses, but you figure that'd be rude so you refrain. When he leaves you at the bathroom door, he tells you to just call if you need anything cause he's right down the hall.
Stepping inside, you peer around the expansive room. You'd never seen a bathroom so large. It was nice like everything else was in this place. The counter was spotless and smooth. The tile was sleek with a soft mat beneath your feet at the door and waiting for you in front of the shower.
You undress yourself quickly and turn on the water, waiting for it to heat before stepping inside. There's some products on the shelf inside that you use. You lather the soap on your hands and rub it over yourself fast. It felt really good, especially since you hadn't had a proper shower while being held captive. But you still work at a sped up pace. Although the novelty of everything had impressed you at first, you were beginning to yearn to be by Logan again. It wasn't a need that would make you lose control, just a little itch like a bug crawling up the path of your veins.
Downstairs, Charles kept Logan behind in his office so the two could talk. They briefly recap the mission before moving to the subject that was the true reason for the extended conversation.
"It seems she's quite taken with you," the older man starts simply.
"I guess," Logan responds, his voice unamused with the idea.
Charles huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. He goes to say something else, but the other man carries on the conversation himself.
"She'll get over it. She's like a little duck following around the first person she sees," he says and crosses his arms.
"I think you underestimate her intelligence, Logan. She's not a helpless animal-"
"I know that," he interjects quickly.
"She's one of us. She's formed an attachment to you for whatever reason. I would like her to stay here for at least for a little while to examine the traits of her mutation. I've never seen any that so closely mimic an already existing animal," he explains, "But I want to know that you're ok with that."
Logan scoffs. "Why wouldn't I be? That doesn't have anything to do with me."
"While she's here, she's most likely going to want to be around you. I just wanted to make sure that's not something you're wholly uncomfortable with."
"Please. I can handle it," he dismisses.
Charles watches him, ever-entertained by how hard he tries to present the idea that he's unaffected.Â
"If you say so," he says, "Just try not to scare off too quickly."
"I'll play nice," he says.
A few more words, and he's dismissed. He turns on his heel and heads out the same doors he entered. Just as he does, you glide down the stairs into his field of vision, tail wagging lazily behind you over the waistband of the sweats Scott gave you.
When you see him, it swishes a bit faster and your ears perk up. His eyes narrow.
"What are you doing down here? Didn't Scott show you where to go?" he asks.
You nod and prance down the remaining steps. Truthfully, you'd been seeking the man before your eyes, but you couldn't just say that.
"Am I not allowed to look around?" you ask.
His eyes remain hard on your face. "Aren't you tired? Mauling that guy didn't take anything out of you?"
A subtle pout forms on your lips, and you consider retreating back to the bedroom you'd been given. He clearly wasn't in the mood for you right now.
Logan sees the reaction his words brought on. He feels that little sliver of guilt shifting around inside him. Maybe his phrasing hadn't been the best... but then again why did he give a shit?
"How about we just get you back to bed? I'll show you around more tomorrow," he suggests.
You take what you can get and nod, your features slightly elevating at the form of peace he offers you. He retraces your steps up the stairs and down the hall with you on his heels. He spots the room Scott had picked for you. The door was ajar from how you'd left it to go find him.
He leads you inside but remains in the doorway himself. There really wasn't any reason to stay, so he should probably be leaving...
"Have you been here a long time?" you ask suddenly.
His eyes land on you again. You were perched on the end of your bed that was still fully made up, the comforter tucked in and everything.
"What?" he asks.
"Have you been here long? Scott said he's been here since he was a teenager," you say.
"Oh. No. Only a little while," he says. "I'm still pretty new here too."
That makes you happy, it's obvious from the hope that gleams in your eyes. "Are you like a teacher too? Or... something else?"
"What would that something else be?" he asks with a smirk, taking a few steps into the room with you, "Having a hard time picturing me teaching?"
"Well I just mean-" you try to justify before laughing a little, giving in, "Yeah. I can't really see it."
"Me neither. I'm not a teacher. I just help out sometimes," he says.
He walks even closer to you, causing your head to tilt up to look at him. Now you really looked like a puppy.
This close, he was all you could smell. You could see every individual hair on his forearm. It felt as though you could hear the strong beat of his heart. His eyes pierced into you from above, and you wondered if he was observing you in a similar manner.
"You gonna sleep on top of these blankets?" he asks.
The mention of something else besides him snaps you out of your little Logan-centric daze. You look around at the bedding and then back up at his head. The two styled points of dark hair look like he has two ears of his own mirroring yours.
"No. I'll fix them," you say and stand up to tug them free, "I don't need you to tuck me in."
"I wasn't offering to. I just don't want you getting up and trying to 'look around' again. Don't need you getting lost and wandering to my bed."
The idea brings heat to your cheeks and neck. It sounded nice for so many reasons. But the bed you had now outmatched the hard bottom of the cage you'd been sleeping on, so you weren't going to try and swing for more.
Once the comforter and sheets are peeled down, you climb back on the bed and sit against the pillows. There's a small pause. A puddle of silence pooling between the two of you. You don't know what else to ask, but you feel if you don't say anything he's gonna leave. So you pull out the first thing you can think of.
"What is your actual mutation?"
His brows rise with interest, and he closes the gap between you by sitting on the edge of your bed. Curiosity shines from his eyes onto you, silently questioning why you wanted to know.
"I know you're not actually a robot, but I can still smell the metal and stuff. What does it do?" you ask.
"The metal isn't my mutation," he says.
He raises his fist about a foot away from your face. His fingers are balled up tight against his hand. You cock your head, wondering what he's showing you.
Before you can ask any questions though, three shining metal claws emerge from between his knuckles. They come out slowly, a pace prolonged enough to be considered teasing. Your eyes widen at the sharp points and you scoot back, smooshing the pillows against your head board. All you can wonder is if he didn't take them out earlier or if you really had missed something so monumental.
His laugh rises in volume. "Relax, I'm not gonna cut you."
The claws come to a halt when fully extended. You wait just in case something else is going to happen, but nothing does. You bring your finger up and poke at the hard surface. They were so beautiful but unnatural too. You'd never seen anything like them.
"But I didn't see anywhere for them to come out?" you say softly.
He flexes his hand and extends his fingers, retracting the claws much quicker than they appeared.
"There is no place for them to come out of," he says and offers you his hand.
You frown at the little cuts the sharp rods left in their wake, but like little zippers, they close up. You blink at his hand. All evidence of his mutation was gone.
"So you can heal? And you have claws?" you say more to yourself than him, "Does it still hurt when they come out?"
He nods and watches you examine his hand.
Upon seeing his confirmation, you can't even help what you do next. You pull his limb a little closer and kiss each spot where a claw had emerged. Every phantom cut gets a soft smooch left where it would soon reappear.
"What are you doing?" Logan asks, her arm tensing up on instinct.
You glance at his face before releasing his hand. "Oh... sorry," you say and shrug sheepishly.
To your surprise, he doesn't scold or chastise you, doesn't get up to leave in a hurry. He simply pulls his hand back and gives you another look before saying good night.
"Get some good sleep. Like I said, I'll show you around tomorrow," he says.
You slip down in the bed, resting your head on the plush pillows and pulling the blanket up over your form. He heads out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
A deep exhale leaves his lungs. He shakes some of that tension loose. What had he been doing? It almost felt like some different person had taken over him in there. Another version of himself that didn't have to be reminded to 'play nice.'
The few weeks you're supposed to stay at the school stretches out into a longer timeframe. It'd now been a few months since that day he found you in the cage and set you free. Though that month or so you'd spent locked up turned out to be worth it because you now had a place that made you happier than anywhere you'd lived before. You had a family.
You had Jean and Storm who were helping you train so you could one day go on missions with them. You had the Professor who taught you more about yourself than you had ever thought to ask. Scott was there too.
And of course, you had Logan.
Logan. As much as he tried to seem reluctant, to appear uncaring and nonchalant, he had grown to enjoy your company more with each passing day that you followed him like a shadow.
It was irritating at first. Before, he'd been able to drift through the school relatively unnoticed. Now, every single place he went, he was trailed by whoosh whoosh whoosh. The sound of your tail going back and forth. Anything he tried to do was accompanied by the feeling of two glimmering eyes trained on him. He'd tried to brush you off, but you didn't waver.
"Don't you have anything better to do than stalk me?" he'd ask, shooting a side eye your way.
"No," you'd respond.
"Well, find something."
"I don't wanna."
And who was he to argue with that?
In a way, the bond you seemed to have formed with him was flattering. It seemed like he could do anything, and you'd never view him as anything but the greatest creation to grace this earth. So he just lets you follow him around. He assumes after a while, you'll see him for what he is and lose interest, or you'll just grow bored of him and find something else to be the object of your obsession. Though so far that day hadn't come.
After a while of you always at his side, he started to cave and include you in his little routines.
One day he was doing sit ups at the foot of his bed while you sat nearby. His body rose and fell, abdomen kissing his thighs in regular intervals. But every time he came up, he found himself looking over at you.
"Hey, pup," he said, the nickname he developed for you coming out effortlessly, "C'mere for a second."
Your ears perked up. You weren't usually involved in what he was doing. You scoot over to him and kneel at his feet, awaiting a command. You could be so obedient sometimes it nearly made him feel guilty.
"You wanna help me with something?" he asked. As he expected, you nodded right away, so he continued, "Just hold my feet down. These only work if your feet stay flat. So just make sure they do."
You gave him another dutiful nod and got in position. Your hands held his feet down as he worked out just like he asked. Each time he came up off the ground, you looked at him with a big goofy smile.
That was just the first thing. From then on, the two of you actually did stuff together rather than just going about your things nearby one another. He'd help you train, and you'd help him clean Scott's bike when he finished using it.
Tonight, exhaustion aches in your bones after running around all day. On top of that, you'd had so much stuff to do yourself that you'd barely even seen Logan all day.
When the sun's finally down and the students have all retired to their bedrooms, you find him in the living room. He's leaned back into the couch, nursing a bottle of something. You assume it's not beer since you're at a school, but with how often he lamented about that limitation, you wouldn't put it past him to sneak one in.
You hop over the arm rest and curl up on the opposite side of the couch from him. He looks over at you, not displeased with your presence.
"There you are. I thought you finally got tired of me and found someone else to bother," he teases.
"I could never do that," you reply with the same playful cadence. You scoot a little closer. "I was just super busy today. The Professor was having me talk to some of the students, and then Scott needed me to grab something for him from the shed. It was really hard to find, so it took a while. Then I had to do my own training, and Jean made me try on some sizes for my suit..."
As you chatter on about your day, Logan finds himself nodding along, even occasionally reacting to what you say. He's not rolling his eyes or telling you to leave him alone. It's weird, but he can't say he wants to feel differently.
"Sounds like they're working you like a dog," he says when your story has reached an end.
Your face darkens like it had on the day he met you, shooting him a quick glare as a reminder not to say the forbidden d-word.
"Right, sorry," he corrects, "It just sounds like they're running you ragged. Don't let 'em work you too hard. Scott can get his own shit."
He still didn't understand your hang up about that word. He could call you pup, puppy, or any variation of that, and you'd react with nothing but joy. But utter d-o-g in your vicinity, and he felt like he was at risk of getting his throat chomped on. Luckily, it only takes his small apology for your normal demeanor to make its return.
"It's ok. I don't mind helping. I like having stuff to do," you say and shrug.
"I thought your 'stuff to do' was watching over me," he jokes and leans forward, placing his bottle down on the table.
You're not sure why, but you take that as an invitation to scoot even closer to him.
"I thought you wanted me to find better stuff to do."
"Fair," he chuckles, "Maybe this is one of those things where I'm not gonna realize I miss something until it's gone."
He brings his hand up from the back of the couch to massage the base of one of your ears. The soft fluff feels almost luxurious against the rough pads of his finger tips. He knew you loved the sensation. It had been an accidental discovery, something he did one time as a joke. But the way you melted into the touch had been more than just funny to him.
You lean into it now and nuzzle his palm.
"It was just one day. It's not like a permanent new routine."
"For now. Then soon enough, I'm gonna catch you trailing somebody else with hearts in your eyes," he says and gently tugs your ear.
You laugh at the tug and the stupid words. "You will not. Plus, I don't have hearts in my eyes for you."
"Oh really?" he teases. He leans in, his face hovering a couple inches away from yours. "I think I can see some now."
The two of you stay locked in a stare for a few lingering seconds. He'd never been this close to you before. You'd never heard his voice lower in that way, sounding almost desiring. Heat starts to crawl up from your belly through your chest to your neck. Before it can reach your cheeks, you turn your head to face the tv.
"Shut up," you huff, choosing to play the interaction off as a joke.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see his grin. He chuckles and his arm returns to its place behind you, above your shoulders. Quiet blooms between the two of you, kept from being total silence only by the hushed noises of the tv set across the room. It doesn't feel awkward though even with the sudden shyness he'd brought over you.
You angle yourself and lean in so that you're sitting against his side. No words come from him, he simply lowers his arm to sling around your shoulders and keep you there. His thumb idly pets back and forth over the smooth skin of your forearm.
The heat of his body radiates from his side and into you. Makes you feel safe and comfortable. Like you're where you're supposed to be. It's easy to sink into him further and tilt your head to rest on his chest. Before long, your eyes feel a little droopy. Blinking feels sticky, and your mind just wants to retreat to the soft embrace of sleep.
Logan can tell. He's not sure of the feeling this knowledge brings him. Pride? Contentment? Affection? Instead of thinking about it harder, he just pulls you a little closer and lets you drift off. He considers saying something, letting you know he doesn't mind and that you don't have to try and stay up. But nothing comes from him and the quiet continues.
He watches you slowly slip away. Your neck loses the wherewithal to stay upright, and your breaths soften, blowing in and out in a thoughtless rhythm.
The feeling that flows through him takes him by surprise. Pure endearment towards you, not a hint of anything else. He lets you sleep there for the next hour or so. When you're still out cold after that time has passed, he's unsure of his next move. He doesn't want to wake you and shatter the peace that had settled over the room, but he had to head to bed himself and wasn't going to leave you stranded on the couch in the common room.
The light of the tv glows across the two of you as he mulls over his options. When he finally decides, he grabs the remote and shuts the device off, cloaking the room in darkness, spare the distant blinking lights that could be seen through the windows. He rises from the cushions that had molded to cradle his weight, making sure to keep a hand on you to prevent you from slumping over.
This time he doesn't shake you or offer a hand. He reaches around and tucks an arm under your legs. His other supports you across your shoulder blades as he lifts you into his arms. He traverses the furniture with caution, making sure to avoid bumping into a stray corner or tripping on a catch in the rug. Then he moves up the stairs. Your limp body bounces with each step.
He nudges the door open to your bedroom and takes you inside. Your scent seemed to fill the entire room. Every time he took a breath, he got a lungful of the heady smell. Your bedroom was so you now. The way you'd decorated it and splashed your personality over every inch, it'd be hard to believe that just a few months ago it had been so sparse.
What had been a blank bed, covered only by a plain duvet and thin pillows, now held your extra fluffy cushions, a nest of blankets, and your steadily-growing collection of plushies. Trinkets lined your shelves and tables, and you even displayed a few posters over the walls. It was you, all around him.
He walks the few paces to the edge of the mattress before laying your body down on the foamy surface. He drapes a nearby blanket over your form. Even though he's technically accomplished what he meant to, he doesn't leave yet. He lingers like he can't seem to help doing around you.
You're still fast asleep, unaware of the change in locations. He watches a haphazard swallow move through your throat before you settle into the familiar setting.
He finds himself not wanting to go back to his room. He'd been at the school longer than you and never made his own so nice. Really, he didn't think he could make it as nice. But that was just because nothing about him was as nice as you.
When the resolve to leave finally surfaces in him, he reaches out and rubs the base of your ear.
"See you in the morning," he murmurs. Unlike before, the rest of what he wants to say doesn't get tangled up in his throat. "My little puppy girl."
That night won't leave your head for the next week. It almost feels like a dream. You'd woken up in your bed the next morning, assuming that's what it was. The undeniable change in location was the only thing that made your mind accept it as reality.
In the following days, things stayed the same for the most part, though you would have sworn, Logan acted a little less grumpy around you. Only by a microscopic degree, but enough for you to note the shift.
Nothing that big happens though. You don't even repeat the cuddling incident again. You kind of just assume that it was a one time thing. A nice experience, but not one to be repeated.
The memory of it floats through your mind often though. The pulse of his heart beating against your cheek, how you could hear it in your ear clear as day. Your stomach flutters at the thought of him actively pulling you closer, wanting you that close. You can feel your dedication to Logan blossoming into something more. It was already rooted so deep inside you that you didn't think it was possible, but you could feel it. The branches of reverence spreading in your chest and growing into something closer to adoration.
You could feel it now, sitting next to him on the bench in the school's spacious yard. He'd been tasked with watching some of the students for the afternoon, so of course, you tagged along. Shade speckled his face with alternating blotches of sunlight and gray. The stray beams of light made his eyes glow, and his hair shine all pretty. The sounds of the students practicing their abilities clouds the background of your focus, and they become even more distant when he suddenly turns to you.
"You're staring," he teases with that little smirk of his.
Your eyes flutter at the accusation. "No... I was not."
"Yeah you were. Even worse than usual."
"I just was thinking and zoned out," you defend, turning to face forward.
He hums in acknowledgement, obviously not believing your excuse. "Were you thinking about me?"
"You wish."
"I don't have to wish, puppy. You're not a very good liar."
You really weren't. Your tail swished with each beat of this little back and forth. Your ears pinned back to your head, folded over by the guilt of being caught. Everything you were feeling was made apparent by your supposed 'gifts.'
"Well whatever. Even if I was, it's none of your business," you say. A smile pulls at your lips. Your tells weren't solely from your mutation.
"If you say so," he taunts, one last jab before he returns his attention to the kids he was supposed to be supervising.
Nothing he said hinted at anything more than playful banter, but the way he spoke had them wrapped around your heart like unbreakable restraints. The way he said them made you feel like he wanted it this way. Wanted you to hear that smug cadence in your mind for the next few days. Maybe he found you entertaining. Maybe your emotions were a new game he discovered he liked to play with.
Hours later, you're curled up in your bed, by yourself as per usual. Everyone in the school had gone to bed, you and Logan had parted a while ago yourselves.Â
Sleep weighs you down to the mattress, but your ears perk up automatically when they register a distant sound of distress. It's faint. If it happened alone, you would've just assumed it was part of your dream and not done anything else. But more follow it.
Your eyes crack open, still glazed with drowsiness as you come to. You listen for the sounds that disturbed you. For a moment, there's nothing. Just the gentle breeze outside your room and the crickets chirping in the cut grass in the yard.
Then it happens again. A normal person wouldn't be able to hear these sounds. They were reserved for you with your enhanced senses. It sounds like grunting and groaning though you can pick up the pained undertone of fear. The worst part of it to you is that immediately you know it's coming from Logan.
You swing your legs over the side of the bed, freeing them from the fleece warmth of your blankets. Padding out of the room, you cross the hall to his. You open the door in the specific way so that it doesn't creak and then shut it behind you. Your feet are gentle on the hardwood as they bring you closer to the source of the noise.
Once you're in, it's no mystery. Logan lays on his back in the center of his bed, shoulders twitching in agitation. He mumbles to himself, different words you can't make out. Your head cocks at the sight.
Approaching the side of his bed, you just watch him for a few more moments. When he doesn't wake up, you feel the urge to intervene. It felt wrong watching him suffer. Something pulled at your insides to help him.
You reach out and nudge his bicep. There's no effect. You do it a few more times but still nothing happens. Finally, you actually grip his shoulder and shake him gently, whispering into the darkness a simple "Logan."
That wakes him. No mistake about it. He gasps and snaps up. His claws come out from his hands without a second thought and slash at you. You hop back right away, tripping over your own feet and crashing onto the ground.
Your pulse thunders in your ears. The adrenaline coursing through you wasn't so much out of fear but rather confusion. Your mind was still a bit bogged by sleep itself, and at this moment, you're less concerned with Logan's reasoning and more so the logistics of a potential fight with him. Even though you had been training for the past several months, you had absolutely zero belief that you'd be able to beat him in a fight. Or even really compete for that matter.
Fortunately for you, it doesn't come to that. His eyes recognize you not long after his fists took the swing. You watch as his face morphs into a handful of different emotions in the span of about five seconds.
"I- what- how- I didn't-" he starts before getting a handle on his ability to speak, "I'm sorry."
Your body starts to come down from the brief high when it's clear he's not going to attack. You feel less wound up and let out a sigh. Your eyes remain inquisitive while gazing at him though. What did he dream about that made him freak out like that?
You guess it's not the best time to ask, so instead of pushing your luck, you push up off the ground and get your footing back. You step up to him at the edge of the bed and stand between his thighs. You plan on asking him if he's ok, but his arms reach out and yank you to his chest before you have the chance.
His hold is tight on you. The little half-hugs he'd given you a couple times before didn't compare at all. His arms were locked around you like they never intended to let go. You could hear him panting in your ear, and you could feel his heart thundering against both of your rib cages like it wanted to be released from its chamber.
"You're not hurt, are you?" he whispers.
You shake your head and wrap your arms around him too. The gesture relaxes him a lot, you can feel the tension seep away.
"Are you ok? I didn't mean to bother you, you just sounded like you needed help," you say at the same volume.
"You didn't bother me. I'm ok. I'm sorry. You don't have to worry about me like that."
His skin is warm and clammy against your own. You gently pat his back as some form of silent reassurance. Even if he wasn't as distraught as he had been a few minutes ago, you could tell the events that occurred were gnawing at him.
One of your hands drifts up, and you thread your fingers in his hair. It's like pulling a lever. He exhales deeply and pushes his face more against your neck.
"I'm sorry, pup," he murmurs.
You nuzzle the side of his head, and your heart nearly stops because he reciprocates this gesture with a few of the softest kisses you've ever felt, placed on your throat.
"I'd never hurt you on purpose. You know that."
You nod. Of course you knew that. And you would never say this to him out loud, but you felt so deeply for him, you weren't sure that your perception of him would have changed had his claws landed the strike on you.
Pulling back your head a little, you nudge his so you can see him. Both of your eyes connect for a moment before you lean in and kiss him. His lips are softer than you'd expected. His scent permeates your senses, but it's not one of booze or the brand of cigars he smokes. That's there, but your nostrils sense deeper. You could smell his essence. The way his blood runs hot as your tongue swipes into his mouth.
The kiss grows deeper. No words are said. Neither of you need them. Your fingers tighten on the dark locks of brown hair, and you climb into his lap. His hands land on your hips almost instantaneously. The only sounds between the two of you are sharp exhales and shallow inhales.
"What are you doing, bub?" he murmurs against your lips, breaking the silence. Despite his questions, he wasn't stopping you. Not at all. His fingers dig into your flesh and pull you a little closer.
"Wanna make you feel better. And show you that I know."
You weren't sure what you and Logan were after that night. Boyfriend-girlfriend, friends with benefits, or maybe simple companions. You didn't really care because regardless of the answer, you were happy.
Kissing was the only thing that transpired that night, but that was ok with you. It didn't dampen your outlook on your relationship with him in the slightest. You'd made out for a while, tangling up with each other and the sheets before he pulled back. He didn't want to go further when you both were coming down from all that emotion. And you agreed. You didn't need more. You felt elated from receiving that much affection in the first place. Your tail whacked against the mattress as you curled up to his side and put your head on his sternum to rest.
The next morning though, he had been ready for more. Once he fell back asleep, his dreams had been much more pleasant. He woke up stiff and aching for you, and you were more than happy to provide some relief.
You alleviated that throbbing between his legs multiple times that morning, and you'd been taking care of it at least once a day every day since then.
The team could tell something was going on between the two of you, a deeper bond than your initial affinity for Logan. You walked with a faster wag in your tail, and he seemed less jagged at the edges. Others were less likely to get cut now if they reached for him the wrong way.
Each of your steps also came with a small jingle now since Logan had given you his dog tags. You'd been lying against his side, basking in the afterglow of one of your escapades when he dangled the metal chain between the two of you.
"Want you to have these, pup," he rasped.
You'd looked at him with curiosity swimming in your eyes. Excitement mingled there too though.
He chuckled at the look before boosting your head so he could put them on you.Â
"I know my pretty puppy doesn't want to wear a collar for me yet," he teased, getting a pout out of you, "I just want you to have something of mine. You don't even have to wear 'em if you don't want to."
You'd worn them every moment since he gave them to you. Wouldn't take them off for anything. The physical representation of your attachment stayed secured around your neck at all times. The way it made you feel had you thinking a collar would be a pretty nice next step.
It'd been just over a month since you became something more with him. Your tail zips back and forth as you clean up the training room, thinking all of this over. A little smile rests on your features too. Jean helps out nearby, laughing gently at your mood.
"You have it bad," she teases.
Your head turns, and you grin, exposing those elongated canines. Shrugging, you prance over to help her finish the area she was tidying up.
When the two of you get everything back into shape, you head out into the sleek hallway back towards the main part of the mansion. Your shoes squeak against the tile as you bound towards the doors.
Entering the primary floor from the rooms below always brought a bit of adjustment for your eyes. The lights downstairs shone bright, fluorescent white. Coming back to the soft lamps of the common rooms had you blinking while your pupils scanned the room for Logan.
You catch sight of him standing near the two large doors that acted as entrance to the school. Right now, you can only see him from behind, but you spot Charles next to him. It looks like they're talking to someone, though the former's bulky frame prevents you from seeing who.
Your legs carry you over to the pair. You come up on the side of Logan that Charles doesn't occupy. Tucking yourself under his arm, you look up at him first before your eyes land on the other person speaking.
The sight of her makes your head tilt to the side just the slightest. Every feature on her embodies beauty. Her red hair, similar to Jean's in color, sits slicked back on her head. Deep blue coats every inch of her body. Seductive yellow eyes flit between the two men she's conversing with, and now that you had appeared, they cast to you as well.
You'd seen her before around the mansion once or twice, and you didn't really trust her. She didn't seem like a bad person, but she worked opposite the team. Even though Logan had assured you she was just offering some information about a common goal, you didn't feel confident that Mystique's motives were of such pure intent.
Still, you don't interrupt the in-progress discussion. You stay quietly pressed to Logan's side, tail coasting against the back of his leg. He doesn't wrap his arm around you as tight as normal or rub between your ears like he often did, but he gives you a little pat on the shoulder to acknowledge your presence.
Mystique finishes listening to Charles' point before directing her full attention to you.
"I knew you all wore uniforms, but you two didn't tell me your team had a little mascot too."
You bristle at the comment but try to remain composed. You were better than a thoughtless animal that snapped at a little poke. Charles hadn't even noticed your presence. He looks over at you and realizes what Mystique's quip referred to. He introduces you briefly.
"She's new to the team and is still training, but she's not a mascot," he concludes.
"So more like a stray then? Cute. I never would have guessed you wanted a pet," she says to Logan.
Tension creeps up your spine, and you stand up straight, pulling away from Logan's side.
"I'm not his pet," you huff and look at her. Your pouty way of asserting yourself probably didn't do much to project the image of independence you wanted. "I'm-"
You go to continue, but she cuts you off.
"You really should teach your dog not to bark, Logan. It's not polite."
That sparks a small growl in your throat before you can shut it down. Her eyes widen in amusement which only makes it feel worse for you. The most humiliating part is that you know all of this is inauthentic. She's doing it for the purpose of riling you up, getting you upset and making you feel bad. You know this, but your reaction gets the better of you.
Before you can do anything regrettable, Logan's hand curls over your shoulder. He keeps you rooted where you stand, quelling the flames of conflict before they have a chance to spread.
"Back off," he says, quick and curt with Mystique. He turns to Charles next, still keeping his voice firm. "You don't need me to hear the rest of this. I think I'll let you wrap it up."
Charles nods, knowing it would be better for him to focus on removing you from the potentially volatile situation instead of being another observer for some intel.
Logan guides you away from them, hand moving from your shoulder to the back of your neck as he takes you upstairs. The anger inside you melts away with the growing distance between you and Mystique. Only the stain of embarrassment remained.
"I'm sorry," you say. Your words sound compressed, the weight of your shame hanging off them.
"Don't be. You didn't do anything wrong. She wanted you to get upset, so that's what she got."
The pair of you move through the rest of the hall without another word. You go into your room. Once the door is shut and it's just the two of you between the four walls, you stomp over to the bed and flop down onto the mattress.
Darkness clouds your vision while your face rests against the blankets. Your tail rests against your thigh limply. You hear him coming over and then feel his hand rubbing your leg near the lifeless appendage. The mattress dips as he sits next to you.
"C'mon. You're ok."
You shuffle around so your head is resting in his lap. "I looked pathetic."
He sighs. One of his hands rubs your back while the other pets your head. "You did not."
"Yeah I did."
"No. You didn't," he says, "You didn't do anything that bad. No one's gonna think less of you cause you got a little mad about someone talking shit to you."
You know he's right. Everyone here had an experience like that. It's how most of them ended up here, reacting even worse than you had. It still doesn't make you feel any less dumb. A deep exhale seeps from your lungs.
"I just don't understand why everyone looks at me like that. We all get it bad enough from humans, but then some of the others look down on me too. I'm the same as all of you. I don't say Mystique looks like a smurf cause she's blue, so I don't see why I have to get called a pet," you huff.
He smiles a little and scratches your ear, letting you vent.
"Even you guys looked at me different at first. I know you did. I'm not the only mutant with physical stuff. Why does it have to be a whole thing with me?"
"You're just a little different, bub. You confuse people, but it's not your fault. Nothing about you is less than any other mutant. Mystique doesn't even think that. She was trying to get under your skin."
"Yeah..." you say with a little dejection in your tone, "I still just wish people would treat me like normal. Or at least normal for a mutant."
"I know you do, baby," he hums and pats your arm.
By this point, you're far enough away from the harshness of what happened downstairs. You sit up and scoot closer to him crawling into his lap. He wraps his thick arms around you and rubs your back.
"There's my girl," he murmurs and pecks your temple.
You nuzzle him like a puppy seeking more affection from its owner. Your backside rests on his lap, your arms snug around his abdomen.
"I'm just curious though, pup. What's the big thing with being called dog? It's not that different than puppy," he says, a hint of caution in his voice. He figured now was as good a time as any to ask. He knew it was the main part of what Mystique said that set you off.
You don't react with anger or defensiveness which pleases him. Instead, you shrug.
"Cause. Puppy sounds cute. Dog is just so... bleh," you say, "It makes me sound like a gross animal that someone has to wrangle."
His eyebrow rises. You can see the amusement in his eyes, but he successfully kills his laugh before it leaves his throat.
"Mmm. Makes sense. Can't have anyone thinking you're gross."
"Exactly," you say and kiss his cheek, "You get it. I just... I don't wanna be your pet, I wanna be yours."
You breathe out the words and push yourself closer on his lap. He appeases your desire for less space and pulls you to his chest.
"You are mine. You don't have to worry about that," he says.
"And I still wanna be your little puppy."
He chuckles. His head ducks down to your neck to lay a few kisses there. One of his palms drifts down to gently knead the dough of your ass.
"You also are my little puppy. My little puppy that follows me everywhere. Mine to hold and love on. Mine to play with. Mine to deal with when she gets bratty."
The last word comes out teasing and brings a happy sound out of you. "I wasn't being bratty before. She started it," you say, playing along.
"Hmmm, you're right. Maybe fussy's a better word," he mutters and nips at the soft flesh of your neck.
"Nuh uh. I was being totally normal," you say and nudge at his face with your nose, getting a little squirmy on his lap.
He responds by flipping you over onto your back. The mattress creaks with the bout of pressure and a squeal leaves your throat. You can feel his length against your hip, half-hard already from how you had wiggled on his lap.
"Oh please," he says, "Why do you think I brought you up here? I can tell when my pup needs to calm down. And I know just how to do that, don't I?"
You whimper and nod. He grins before returning his lips to your neck. He nips a few love bites onto the delicate area, drawing little whines from you. His hands hold you in place and move with your body's wriggling. He gropes at your hips and waist, paws at your tits, and slides them around to massage your ass.
"Such a good girl. So responsive for me," he coos.
The condescending affection sends a pulse down to your clit, and your hips roll up to meet his. One of your legs hooks around his waist to pull his body closer.
"Logan. Don't tease," you pout.
Your whiny plea doesn't garner any sympathy from him though. He laughs against your neck and pulls back to smirk down at you.
"My little puppy needs to learn some patience. You think if you don't get my dick in seconds that it's teasing," he taunts.
You whine again and press your leg down on him. He doesn't make any move to pull his cock out though. One set of his fingers comes up to your jaw, directing your lips to an angle where his can land on yours. He kisses you nice and deep, swallowing up any bratty urges that were springing around inside your head. His tongue is warm and soft, gentle against yours.
Meanwhile, his freehand does start to slide down below. It travels beneath the waistband of your bottoms. His warm fingers glide over the plush skin of your pelvis and slot between your lower lips to find your swollen nub. He flicks at it, instantly getting a mewl from you.
You can feel his smug smile against your mouth, but you don't have much time to react to it before his middle finger starts swirling around your bud. Your leg releases his body as it squirms with your other on the mattress. You moan into his mouth and boost your hips into his touch, wanting more of that blissful friction.
"Sweet girl," he coos. The words are muffled by your skin, but you could pick those syllables out of any lineup. "That's your favorite spot, isn't it? Always gets you wriggling for me like a little puppy."
"Mhm," you whimper with a faint nod.
Your heels dig into the mattress to give you some leverage to push your hips up so he can tug your pants off. He takes the opportunity and flings them off the bed. With you bare to him like that, he leaves your lips and moves down. He pulls your top off next and smooches between your breasts and over your tummy before landing between your legs.
He kneels on the floor at the edge of the mattress. His hands hook around your thighs and pull you in his direction.
"C'mere, baby. Give me that puppy cunt. Gotta get it all wet, so it can take my cock."
With that, he buries his head between your thighs. You gasp and throw your head back. Your hands fly to his head to grab at the two dark points of hair.
Logan gives his all to the task of pleasuring you. Whether it was his cock or his mouth, you were never getting anything less than his best. That's obvious right now as he eats you out like it's all he has to live for. He laps at your poor little clit before sucking it into his mouth. It gets some good suction from his lips before he pulls away and licks a broad stripe over your cunt.
He prods his tongue at your entrance, pushing the soft appendage against your hole. You whine more, and he feels your heels dig into his back as they had the mattress. Little expletives float from your mouth into the air as you experience such a rush of euphoria.
"Taste so good, pup. So fuckin' sweet," he mumbles. His lips open and close over your pussy, making out with it.
You rock your hips back and forth, essentially humping his face. He groans and only works harder. Your cute reactions only spurred him on. He twists his tongue just how he'd learned you liked and uses the perfect amount of pressure to get you gushing for him. Your arousal begins to coat his chin, his dark facial hair glistening with your wetness.
"Nice and wet. I'm just gonna slide right in, huh baby?"
"Yeah," you pant. Your hips buck when his nose bumps your clit, but he keeps you held in place.
He kisses your clit before dragging his tongue over you anymore. The soft touch pulls a whimper from you. Your brain starts to get all muddled and hazy. The dreamy feeling always took over when he had you like this. He knows it's coming on too. He can tell by the sudden softening of your movements. You're less jerky and more fluid in how you fidget.
"Oh, that's it. I think my pretty puppy's ready for me," he says, voice smooth on your ears.
He wags his tongue over your little bundle of nerves a few more times before standing to undress himself. His shirt comes off first, dropped to the floor with your garments. His pants are next to go, crumpled on the ground and kicked off his ankles.
Crawling back on top of you, his larger figure boxes you in on the soft surface. His cock is fully hard by now, red and angry, leaking desire from the tip. He guides it to your center and rubs it through your soaked folds.
A soft grunt leaves him as your nectar coats his shaft and drips onto his balls a little too. He only slides it against you a couple times, not wanting to waste the stimulation humping when he could be nestled deep inside.
He brings his tip down to your hold and pushes it in. Your walls accept the familiar intrusion and he groans at the comfort of your velvet walls contracting around him. He pushes his length in all the way until he bottoms out.
Then, adjusting himself and gripping at your hips, he starts to thrust. The motions start as gentle rocks. Taps of his pelvis against your ass. You flutter around him. Moans leak from you, and he smiles at the obvious pleasure coursing through your body.
He fucks you deep, just how you always asked for it. You weren't concerned with whining for harder and deeper right now. This was enough. The feeling of his cock buried in you soothed you like nothing else. Your eyes roll back and puffs of air come from your nostrils.
"Fuck, honey. Feels like I can barely last with you," he grumbles.
"Can't even think when I'm with you," you babble.
Your arms come up to pull him closer, and he lets you. He presses his body into yours, in-turn, shoving his cock as far into you as physically possible. You cry out with the pressure. It was the best kind. Deep and satisfying. To the point that you can feel it in your tummy every time his belly pushes on yours.
"You may not be my dog, baby, but one day you're gonna be my perfect breeding bitch," he grunts.
Your jaw goes slack, eyes drooping with lust. Your head tilts back and he leans into yours more.
"Gonna have you full of me forever. Always gonna be mine."
You can't even respond. Your mind isn't coming up with any coherent response. All you can do is whimper and whine like the needy pup that you are.
"This is what you need sometimes, puppy. Need me to stretch you out on my cock. Get all those thoughts out of your head. Cause puppies don't have to think. Not when you have someone like me taking care of you."
Your thighs start quivering, a sign you were reaching your peak. He knows this and drills into you harder. His balls slap against you every time he pistons his hips. His heated skin rubs against yours. He occupies all your senses, overloading you with him.
"Logan... gotta... gonna cum," you whine.
"Then cum for me," he mumbles simply, "Cum all over my cock, and I'll be right behind you."
You nod. Your back arches up. It takes you a little more, but when you get there, you crash into the throes of release. A sharp yelp bursts from you. Your feet kick a little and your legs press against his sides in an attempt to shut him out.
You get so fucking tight when you cum. Your hole clenches around him, calling out to him to spill every drop of his seed inside your wanting orifice. He growls and drops his head in your neck. He feels it building between his hips. The pressure grows until he can't take it anymore. It snaps and the flood gates open.
He bites at your neck, not hard enough to break the skin but with enough need to leave a little mark. Hot, sticky cum shoots out of him in thick ropes. Warmth fills your insides and you feel like you're sinking into the mattress below you. Both of you are panting with the intensity of the high.
You've already come down by the time he's starting to. After he nuts, Logan tends to get a little sappy. His arms pull you in tighter and he pecks at your neck a few times more muttering something unintelligible about his baby puppy.
"So what do you think?" you ask and twirl into the room, showing off your new outfit.
It matched his. Black leather snug on your body, lined with the same gold on the seams of Logan's. The bold X that shown on his belt could be found on the zipper of your top, dangling against your chest.
He smiles at you, standing from the bed to walk over and get a better view.
"Looks pretty good," he says upon approaching, "Seems a little tight though. You got room for your tail in that thing?"
You laugh at his joke and spin around again, showing the back where the suit had accommodated for your tail to poke through. It whips back and forth before you turn to him again.
"Just perfect for you then," he says and pulls you close, patting your ass and kissing your forehead, "Look at you. An official member of the team."
You nod and struggle not to bounce all around the room with the excitement vibrating through your cells.
"We're gonna be like so totally cool together," you say.
"Yeah. Totally," he imitates affectionately. He cups your jaw, watching your cheeks squish in and your lips puff out. Leaning down, he puts his mouth on yours in a soft kiss. "You're gonna do great."
The words come out as a whisper against your lips. One of your canines slips over your bottom lip as you take it between your teeth. But the display of timidity only lasts a second.
"I know," you beam.
Locking your fingers around his palm, you drag him to the door and out into the hall. Your arm makes his swing as he walks along behind you. He rolls his eyes lovingly at your confident display, but he can't keep his gaze off your happy self. He lets you pull him without resistance.
Now it would be his turn to follow you.
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FOR THE FIRST TIME theodore nott
PAIRINGS: theodore nott x hufflepuff!reader
WARNINGS: fluff fluff fluff, use of she/her pronouns!, i used all lower caps.
SUMMARY: in which, the usual womaniser finds himself in love with a girl who doesnât even know his nameâŠ
âITS JUST LIKE SEEING HER,
FOR THE FIRST TIME,
AGAINâŠâ
âThe first time you caught my eye
it was not love at first sight.
Instead a quiet curiosity was
planted in my chest and i knew
it was only a matter of time before
you sunk beneath my bones and
nurtured this deep seated familiarity
into a love so fierce that
i would question if i had
ever been in love beforeâ.
THOSE WERE THE words that theo scribbled down in his journal as he sat in the middle of the courtyard amongst other students on the hot and surprisingly toasty day in Hogwarts. he finally dropped the pencil in his hand as his eyes averted back over to the sight before him, y/n.
theo wasnât normally one for poetry but ever since the first time he had ever saw her, it was all he could think about.
he found himself in a never ending cycle of writing, constantly writing his feelings and thought down whenever she crossed his mind which was all the time.
it was like she had unknowingly helped him discover a part of himself that he was unaware of.
his gaze stuck to her face that was glowing due to the sun hitting her perfect caramel skin. she sat peaceful on the green grass with a big book opened in her hands, one that seemed to capture all of her attention.
his eyes then traveled down to her hands, her hands that were decorated with multiple rings and her wrists that wore a few bracelets.
she wore a sleeveless v-neck jumper on top of a long sleeved shirt as her yellow tie was tied perfectly. she wore two necklaces which hung and rested against his the tie.
he watched as the slight breeze in the air blew into her brown, perfectly curly, and volumed hair which also had a sunflower tucked into the side of her hair slightly matching her yellow, Hufflepuff tie. he wanted so badly to talk to her, to get to know her, to be near her, but he instead found himself gawking from afar and silently hoping that she would at least turn and look his way.
but wether he talked to her or not, even him just being able to look at her was enough to fuel his slight obsession with the girl.
she was special.
she was like the coffee he needed to energise him in the morning, or even the warmth he needed on a cold and gloomy day.
she was the sunshine that could light up any dark room.
with every minute he spent staring at her, he grew even more curious by the second. he wanted to know everything about her.
he wanted to know why she always wore that one bracelet, why she always seemed to read books published by the same author, why she always played with her hair while reading or even why she always came to the courtyard alone at the same time everyday and sat at the same spot too.
he was intrigued by her, she was different.
he didnât want to say it in a corny way, but she wasnât like all the other girls in Hogwarts. she kept to herself, had friends but never minded being alone, was always sweet to everyone, and didnât care how others viewed her.
classic Hufflepuff.
if you had asked him a year ago today if he thought a hufflepuff would ever had him feeling this way, he probably wouldâve laughed in your face. what made it worse was that he was presented with so many chances to go and talk to the girl but instead, he froze up and got lost in all of the words that he wanted to say which was nothing like him.
it was like she had casted an irreversible spell that only pulled him closer and closer to her.
âare you okay?â a voice suddenly spoke, causing him to break from his deep gaze.
he looked away from the girl and looked up which finally revealed mattheo, âoh- yeah, yeah!â he spoke as he cleared his throat and silently hoped that his slight infatuation with the girl wasnât too obvious to his best friend.
mattheo furrowed his eyebrows as he looked down at his friend who was sat alone, âreally? cause if you ask me, it looks like little miss Hufflepuff has you distractedâŠâ he spoke with a small smirk.
âwhat? no!â theo quickly denied as he jerked his head back at his friendsâ words.
matteheo took a moment to look down at the notebook that was sat on theoâs lap as he took notice to all the words written down that he struggled to read due to how far it was, âand what is this?â he asked as he suddenly knelt down to pick up the notebook, and got back up on his feet.
a sudden feeling of panic took over theoâs body as he hadnât told anybody about his recent passion for poetry that was fuelled due to y/n.
âthe first time you caught my eye it was love at first sight,â mattheo began as he read out of theoâs notebook. theodore was quick to stand up in attempts to grab the notebook from his friendsâ hand but failed as mattheo continuously swerved his attempts.
âi knew it was only a matter of time before you sunk beneath my bones?â mattheo continued with a surprised tone at what he was hearing.
he had never heard theodore speak ever so passionately before.
âinto a love so fierce-â âgive me that!â theo interrupted his words as he finally grabbed the notebook from him.
his cheeks were tinted with a light red pigment as a small feeling of embarrassment grew inside of his system.
âyour in love?â mattheo spoke with a laugh, âyour in love with a hufflepuff?â he continued.
theo rolled his eyes at his words, âcan you stop?â he spoke with an irritated tone.
âsheâs more than thatâŠâ he began, âsheâs special, s-sheâs like a breath of fresh air in a world filled with copies of each other.â he spoke, his words filled with love as he brought his gaze back to y/n.
her peaceful presence finally bringing back that safe feeling in the pit of his stomach.
mattheo just stood there with his mouth slightly agape, realisation finally taking over him. his friend wasnât just in love, he was deeply in love.
âwow⊠itâs worse than i thought, your infatuated nott.â mattheo said in a shocked tone.
he took a moment to look at theo, who put his head down in defeat as his friend uncovered his hidden feelings.
there was a reason as to why he had never told his friend about his liking towards the girl and it was simply because, he wasnât used to it.
he wasnât used to liking somebody, at all.
he wasnât used to constantly thinking about somebody every single moment of the day, or having your heart beat faster at not only the sight of them, but the sound of their name. he wasnât used to only being happy if he saw a certain someone, or not being able to sleep because of somebody disrupting his thoughts. he just wasnât used to any of it.
he thought that y/n was just another girl that he wouldâve liked for at least two days then gotten over her but no, the past three weeks of non-stop thoughts about her made it clear that it was more than just a crush and that he had to talk to her.
at first he was a little mad at the innocent girl as he wanted to know if she had put a spell over him, but he realised it was all him.
he craved her.
âwhy donât you go talk to her, i mean you are theodore n-â âno!â theodore quickly interrupted his friend.
just the thought of her even looking at him made his nerves come to play.
mattheo took a moment to analyse his friendsâ body language before letting out a loud laugh, âthereâs no way,â he began, âare you⊠nervous?â he laughed out.
theo rolled his eyes due to it probably being mattheoâs tenth time laughing at him.
âi-iâm not, i just donât know what iâd say to her.â he explained himself, âsince when have you had trouble talking to girls nott? your clearly nervous.â mattheo laughed a little more before stopping.
âyou know what?â mattheo spoke which caused theo to listen, âyour gonna go over there and just speak whatever comes to mind.â he said.
theodoreâs eyes widened at his words, he wasnât prepared to even be near the girl let alone talk to her.
âwhat? no iâm not-â his words were interrupted by mattheo who grabbed the boysâ arm and began pulling him towards where the girl was peacefully sat, âyes you are!â mattheo spoke, simply ignoring the boy who was trying to rebel and pull away from his strong hold.
âno iâm not, now fuck off!â theo spoke harshly as he began using his strength to try and pull away but mattheo wasnât having it.
âyes you are!â mattheo protested as he let go of theo before giving him one final strong push, pushing him right in front of the girl and causing him to drop his notebook onto the floor.
the commotion and sudden figure blocking her from the sun was enough to make y/n finally bring her head up from her book, she looked up to find the brunette boy staring right at her which slightly had her confused.
he looked a little anxious, as if he had been scared.
an awkward smile took over the girlsâ face, âum, helloâŠâ she said hesitantly as he did come from nowhere, âcan i help you or?âŠâ she continued.
but theo just stood there, like an idiot.
what am i doing, say something. he told himself mentally as he knew how stupid he looked, this was seriously unlike him.
âuhh, i-um,â he muttered out, âno!â he finally spat out as he finally moved out of his frozen state that he was once in before.
and there it was. the usually cool, and laid-back theodore nott was not tripping over his words and struggling on how to even form a sentence.
âohâŠâ y/n spoke, not really knowing what to tell him as she just continued to look up at him.
her eyes left his as she began to look at the grass, noticing a random, and unfamiliar notebook beside her.
âis this yours?â she asked him before she picking it up, âum yeah.â theo nervously spoke.
just then, y/nâs eyes scanned the page that was open. she quickly realising that it was a poem, her eyes lit up as she looked back at him.
âwait, did you write this?â she asked him as she stared right at him, waiting for a response.
theoâs eyes grew wide at the fact that she looked at the poem that he had made about her, his heart beats sped up due to a little embarrassment.
ây-yeah, but iâm not really a writer so-â âare you kidding me? i love poems!â she exclaimed, interrupted his words.
she took a moment to look a with a wide smile, the smile that made him want to melt.
âwhy donât you sit down?â she offered which made him become shocked, âi mean unless you donât want to then-â âno of course i do!â he suddenly spoke before walking a little closer to her, kneeling down, and sitting right next to her on the grass.
theo turned around and took a moment to look at the girl, this was the closest he had ever been to her and definitely the longest, and the first time, he had ever talked to her.
he took a good and long look at the girl, she was even prettier when closer.
her shoulder lengthened curls captured her face perfectly as they were as healthy as ever, she had a few small brown freckles on her face which is something he had never gotten to notice until now, he also didnât notice how high her cheekbones were either. her full straight eyebrows were what made her face even more perfect as her almond shaped eyes topped her look off. his eyes then flickered to her her full, succulent lips which were as soft as ever. to top things off, her beautiful skin glowed ever so gently as the sun bounced off her face.
she was perfect⊠no, ethereal.
her smell too, she smelled addictive.
her sweet vanilla, tonka bean, red berries and mandarin scent was what drew the boy crazy. it made him want to be near her forever and ever.
âdo you mind if i read this?â she asked him nicely before turning around and looking him looking him right into his eyes, âuh, sure.â he spoke as he quickly got out of whatever trance he was in.
it wasnât like she would know it was about her anyways, he thought to himself.
y/nâs eyes went down the page as she read the poem, his writing style completely had her drawn as if it were written about her.
âoh my gosh, this is so beautifully written.â she complimented as she still looked at the notebook, she couldnât believe how well he had managed to portray his feelings onto the paper.
she turned to look at him, âi-i mean, you sunk beneath my bones and nurtured this deep seated familiarity into a love so fierce? beautiful.â she recited his words as she continued to stare at him, impressed by how poetic he was.
theoâs eyes widened at her sudden compliments, he felt his cheeks heat up.
âthank youâŠâ he muttered as a small smile came across his face, âwho is this about?â she suddenly asked him.
theodore cleared his throat, âum, p-pardon?â he nervously asked even though he had heard her perfectly, he was just caught up by her question and did not know what to say.
a smile took over the girlsâ face as she let out a breathy laugh, God that smileâŠ
âi said, who is this about? i mean itâs so deep, there has to be someone because this isnât something you can just make upâŠâ she explained to him, and she was right. there was somebody who had inspired him to make the poem and it was her.
but he couldnât tell her that.
how was he meant to explain to her that he wrote her a whole love poem, and many more, that a wifeâs own husband could probably never make up if he tried.
how could he explain that for the past three weeks, she had been running endlessly through his mind?
how could he explain that every time he saw her, it felt like seeing her for the first time again?
how could he explain that in a world full of chaos, she was the peace in his presence?
he felt himself choke up due to nerves, he really did not know what to say to her. he was confused. he was confused on how this girl had so much power over him without even realising.
âa girl.â he managed to finally spit out, âitâs um, itâs about this girl.â he continued.
his eyes wandered her perfectly crafted face before opening his mouth to speak some more, âthereâs this one girl who is beautiful. s-sheâs sweet, kind and has been stuck in my mind almost everyday.â he spoke, âbut the thing is⊠i havenât talked to her yetâ.
y/n furrowed her eyebrows, âwell if you havenât spoken to her before, then how do you know sheâs all of those things?â she questioned curiously.
âbecause for three weeks iâve been sat there like an idiot gawking at her, watching her interact with others instead of being a man and attempting to talk to her.â he explained, âthereâs just something about her, sheâs absolutely perfect.â he rambled on.
a smile that spread on her face exposed her pearly whites to him, âsounds like your in love!â she said excitedly.
âwhy canât you just try and speak to her?â she asked curiously.
theo chucked as he brought his head down before bringing back up and look at her again, âbecause she makes me nervous, and i never get nervous around girls.â he said.
âbut sheâs different⊠sheâs not like the rest of them, sheâs even better.â he said as he was now getting lost in her beautiful brown eyes that seemed to have more colour due to the sun, âs-sheâs special.â he muttered as he dropped his eyes to her lips.
it took everything in him to not just take her in his arms and give her the biggest hug ever, but he stopped himself.
y/n examined the boy and his body language, it was really no secret that he was in love. she had seen many of her friends fall in love so she was pretty good at detecting when somebody was undergoing symptoms of the contagious disease of love.
just as she was about to respond to his words, a voice interrupted her words.
ây/n? y/n!â a voice spoke causing them both to turn their heads, revealing a blonde girl in hufflepuff uniform that theo had recognised from one of his classes, her name was scarlett.
âoh hi scar!â y/n exclaimed happily, her eyes lighting up as she saw her dearest friend.
âiâve been looking for you everywhere, everyone has!â she said excitedly as she got closer to the duo sitting down on the grass.
âwe need to go, itâs girls night tonight and we need to start getting ready remember?â scarlett reminded her friend which caused y/n to gasp, âoh my goodness, how could i forget?â y/n questioned herself.
she grabbed her tote bag and shoved her book in there before standing up. scarlett held her hand out, which y/n took happily and began to walk with her.
however, y/nâs movements came to a halt.
theo watched as y/n mumbled a few words to her friend before turning back around and making her way back over to him, causing him to smile a little.
âiâm so sorry, i never got your name.â she spoke, âso incredibly rude of me.â she rambled on which only caused theo to look up at her and smile due to how cute she was.
his was also slightly shaken at the fact that she really didnât know who he was, he believed that he had made quite the reputation for himself so it shocked him.
he stood up from the ground, his tall frame now meaning that she was the one looking up at him.
âtheodore, theodore nott.â he informed her, holding his hand out in hopes that she didnât deny his request.
his nerves died down as she accepted his request and shook his hand, âiâm happy i met you theo.â she smiled. her smooth hands felt like something he had been missing his whole life.
âwait can i call you that?â she asked frantically, she didnât want to offend somebody she had just met.
theodore smiled at how cute she was being in that moment, âof course you can⊠you can call me whatever you want.â he said, slightly regretting what he last said as he didnât want to embarrass himself even though it was probably too late.
but y/n just let out a laugh. not one that was degrading, but one that made him realise that she found what he said funny which honestly calmed him down.
y/n finally let his hand go before giving him a heart warming smile and walking off as he just stood their and watch her skip over to her friend with a smile planted on his face.
âyou see, now that wasnât hard was it?â mattheo asked his friend cockily as he came out from his hiding spot behind the tree.
but theo didnât hear him.
instead, he continued to watch the girl walk further, and further away as his stomach did somersaults.
poem made by: Lyra Wren
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AUTHOR SPEAKS! i kind of based this off of an unpublished draft so if i post something familiar to this, itâs cause i described the character in the same way as the draft
i hope you guys enjoyed this though!!
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A Cure For A Bad Day
Summary: Aemond has one of his worst days ever, nothing seems to go right. At night, at least, he gets the company of his new wife as he bathes.
Based on Ewan Mitchell's and TGC 'Scene Reactions' when he says "When we did that scene, when he had the rain machine going in, the dye on the eyepatch... it just stained the wig"
â§Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader â§Warnings: MDNI 18+, p in v sex, bath sex, breeding kink, overall very sweet, aemond discovering feelings. â§Word Count: 5.2k ⧠Ao3 link: here â§gifs: by myfandomprompts
Aemond is known for many things. He is fierceless, perfectionist, well trained with the sword, and bold. Those things he was proud of.Â
And all those things, he was not today.
He trained by morning, and Criston Cole was waiting for him. The sword felt slightly different on his hand, weird, but he just took it that he slept badly and that's why his arm felt numb.Â
Now, after losing his eye, he had to learn things differently. He had a considerably big blind spot, and so he learned how to keep it aware of his surroundings as training with the sword. Yet, those things do not have in mind the little rocks on the ground, which he stepped on and twisted his ankle as he tried to defend Ser Cristonâs attack.
And with that, he twisted his ankle and slightly cut his hand.Â
He was annoyed, but he tried not to pay attention to it. A silly mistake. The rock was on his blind side, how could he notice? It was a rookie mistake, and it burned his cheeks to remember it.Â
By the evening, after eating, he decided to ride Vhagar. His girl liked long rides, not so fast but more calm, and prowling around the crownlands skies.
 He did not anticipate the rain.Â
For some reason or another, Vhagar was as grumpy as him, and she did not seem to want to go over the clouds in the rain. No, she wanted full on take a bath on the rainfall.
And Aemond had to bear it. But what was worse was when he realised that his eyepatch had dyed his hair. He just picked the worst eyepatch today.Â
His hair was slightly silver auburn, and just in some parts. He hated it, and it made his day ten times worse as he realised the eyepatch had been too tight, and it had been suffocating his scar without him realising.Â
He had trouble with the sensibility on his left side of his face, and just today he put his eyepatch too tight. It made him furious.
And he decided to make it everyoneâs problem.Â
He was laying in the bathtub, next to the fire as he had a horrible headache. He came in, demanding a bath as the servants had to rush to get him hot water.
 He took his own clothes off, kicking his boots away, refusing any servants touch as he undoes his own leather jerkin, he unties his breeches, grunting and mumbling in frustration, hating each instance of this day. He thinks a bath will help him to relax even a bit. He just wanted to sleep, and end up with this horrible day.Â
His scar itches, and it drives insane. It was as if the itchcame from the deep parts of his cheekbones and it drove him mad. He was at the edge of peeling his own skin to scratch his damn scar.Â
Only in his undergarments, he ignores the chilling cold from the chamber, and he walks barefoot as the servants fill the bathtub with hot water. As hot as possible. He walks over the chimney, and throws the eyepatch in, hoping it burns in hell.Â
His loose hair, tinted with the dye of the eyepatch. If he only knew who was the mastermind behind it, who decided to spend coins on it; he would kill them. And they better hope this stupid dye can get off with the bath, or head will start rolling.Â
The water was hot, but he paid no mind. He liked boiling hot, and he sat against his as he let the attendant boy prepare scents and the oils to put on the water, and to wash him. Aemond didnât allow him to wash him; yet. He wanted some moments of peace in the hot water, so he remained a good amount of time still.
âBring me the ointment that Maester Orwyle prepared for my eyeâ Aemondâs voice is low, yet demanding as the boy gets out, not without bowing to the prince.
He waits, pinching the bridge of his nose as if that would calm his nerves, his headache. He believes it works, so he is focused on it, as he accommodates his legs on the water, trying to be relaxed.
Time is a bit dizzy, and when he hears the door open, he can hear the servants speaking hushedly, as if wanting him not to hear. Good, because he didnât want to listen to them either.Â
He can hear the little taps that the shoes do as the maid leaves the oils for his hair on a near table, and takes his hair on her hands, gently. He doesnât turn to face her; he just wants the damn dye to get off.Â
Hands wash his hair, and if he wants to relax, this is making it impossible. The little tugs and the awful way that scrubs his hair to take the dye off, and the weird caresses on his neck from time to time.Â
âYou are not doing correctly" he grumbles to the servant with closed eyes as his migraine is persistent. "Learn how to wash a prince's hair" he adds, sharply.
âApologiesâ The voice comes as a murmur, a bit strained if even, as the hands go to his neck, and all the way up.
âMy princeâ He adds sharply, he cannot believe his luck today. âWhen you address a royal member of the Targaryen House, you use their title. My princeâ he says, patronisingly and even angry.Â
âYes, my princeâ a little cough at the end, he either thinks the maid is trying to hold back a laugh or embarrassment. Not that he cares, as he has his eye closed and a hand on his temple, his head resting on his hand, that caresses his forehead trying to get that awful headache away
Aemond's face was scrunched up in pain, as his eyes were closed. "Are you new at this? I swear... I am starting to believe that they are just sending me incompetent maids to attend to me..." the young prince groaned.
His body stiffens, as arms go to wrap his neck from behind, and before he can sit up properly, he feels the maid kiss his cheek lovingly as she giggles. âApologies, my princeâŠâÂ
The voice is clear as day, and if his hand was going to fetch the little dagger on the table by his side, it stops.Â
He turns his head to his right, seeing your wide smile as you wait for his reaction. He groans, rolling his eyes, which causes you to laugh loudly.
His new wife, she always liked to tease him and cling to him, always hugging him, taking his hand in hers or kissing him all over. He didnât mind; he always allowed her even at court. But he wonât admit that he likes it too.
âWifeâ he greets you as he sighs, and he feels your hand rubbing circles in the back of his neck.Â
âI know, I do not know how to wash hair. Youâve made it completely clearâ
âI thought you were a servantâ he says, looking at her. âYou are a highborn lady, you donât need to know how to.â
âTrueâŠâ you say, moving some of the wet hair out of his face, and squeezing it so it isnât dripping. âI heard that my prince had a horrible day, and he was in a bad mood. Servants do talk, you knowâŠâ you say looking at him with a smile âWanna tell me about it?â
Aemond sighs and looks at you, as you take the sponge to wash his body. He sighs as you pour some of the water in his chest and start scrubbing softly.
â"A terrible day... I stepped on a rock, and twisted my ankle and cut my arm in the process... Then i wanted to relax with a ride on Vhagar, but it started to rain, the fucking dye of the eyepatch got all over my hair and eye.. I have the worst migraine now..." his voice is rough, and he seems annoyed at the memory of it. âAnd I havenât seen you as much as Iâd likeâ
It wasnât the worst day he has ever lived. Maybe. When he lost his eye it could be the top one. He won Vhagar, at the cost of his eye. It was an amazing thing, traded for the worst thing that has ever happened to him. He was still living the consequences of it today, as his scar stinged on his skin.
âNot your best day, I seeâ you say softly, scrubbing his chest. He enjoys it, as he looks at you, leaning back in the bath as you scrub his chest. âIâm sorry to hear itâ
âI donât need pityâÂ
You chuckle âIt is not pityâ you say softly, looking at your husband. âWhat can I do to make you feel better?â
Aemond stays silent. He is not used to someone caring about him like this. Sure, his mother cared for him, and so did Helaena But not like this.Â
âBe by my sideâ
The silence is a bit comforting, as you wash his body. He looks at you deeply, and he cannot help but think how stunning you are. You didnât find any discomfort in washing him, in caring and tending to him. You never once seem disgusted by his lack of eye, by his empty eye socket, or his ugly scar. Never once you discarded him.Â
It was more than often that you placed the ointment prepared by maester Orwyle on his eye, his scar, where his nerves were permanently damaged and they brought discomfort to him. You never once complain.
âYou look differentâ he says, looking at you in the dim lights of the room.
âDifferent how?â you ask, as you finish brushing his hair, making sure the dye is almost completely getting off his wet hair. He has little curls, which makes you smile like an idiot.
âI do not know. Shining. Radiant. Lovely.â He murmurs, moving one of his wet hands to tickle a strand of hair on your ear. âDifferentâ
âSo I usually do not look radiant or lovelyâŠâ
âNot what I meantâ he groans and you chuckle softly. âYou were sick. Now you look much better in⊠spirits.â
âYou look different tooâ You say looking at him with a smile. Your eyes fall to his chest, and you smile. He notices how you get flustered at the sight of his nakedness.Â
âMore woundedâ he says ironically, leaning back with a sigh.Â
âStrongerâ you correct him smiling. âMore⊠mhm. Iâd say more⊠Hotâ
âYou think I am hotter when I'm wounded?â
âNot what I meantâ you say chuckling under your breath, âI meant⊠I like seeing you like this... Leaning back is so... manly, and hotâŠ"Â
âOh, do you?â he asks slightly amused, leaning back still as he looks at you, nodding and smiling. Aemond frowns a bit, and he hisses then you accidentally hit his new wound on his wrist.Â
âSorry, loveâ you say, kissing his hand, and smiling. âYou know, when I was little they cured my wounds like this. With a kissâ
âDid they?â He asks, trying to remain interested even with his headache.Â
âYes. Like thisâ She says kissing near his wound, a very feather-like kiss. âSee? Does it feel better?â
You look at him with an adorable expression, as if you truly think that this would make him feel better. Aemond blinks, as he looks at you.Â
It ticks him the wrong way that you care about him. Why would you? Perhaps it is a womanly thing. He wasnât so sure. Perhaps as his wife, it is your burden, having to make a maimed man feel better.Â
The prettiest maiden in court, chained to a maimed man, deformed and always wounded, stuck in the pain of his eye to see beyond. Wasting your best years with him.Â
And he cannot decipher why.
âAemond?â You ask as he trails off.Â
âYeahâ he clears his throat, awkwardly, and he moves his legs a bit. âI guess soâÂ
âWhere else does it hurt?â You ask sweetly.
He sometimes hates how kind you can be, he doesnât know what your upper intentions are, but after all, you are his wife even if he canât decipher you.
âWell, my eye, obviouslyâŠâ he says a bit embarrassed âAnd⊠my left foot, I guess. And my arm, because I slept on it⊠andâŠâ
You nod, looking at him as he speaks. He is intimidated, he realises. You make sure to hear all of what he has to say, with your sweet eyes.Â
You move to the end of the bathtub, and move to kiss his ankle softly, no complaints, no hesitation. Nothing⊠odd, about it. Only out of tenderness. You kiss his shoulder, and his left cheekbone, softly, to make sure it doesnât burn on his skin. He just lets you, because it makes you happy, thinking that it helps.
And he doesnât realise that it actually helps him, in a way. The smile on your face makes him smile too, and he sighs.
âBetter?âÂ
âMhmâ he hums in agreement, looking at your face. âBetter when you're with me, yesâÂ
He is utterly head over heels for you, even if he isnât good with feelings. He loves you, even when he seems slightly annoyed by you.Â
âAnd you?â
âAnd me?â You ask curiously.
âYou were sick. Coughing like crazy, and all your body ached.â he says softly, âin confinement, away from me⊠Do you truly feel better?â
âI am better. Lady Westerling got all of us sickâ you say with a slight smirk. âmy body still aches a bit, but itâsâŠâ you hesitate a bit, slightly nervous.
âThen join meâ he interrupts, moving to try and get you in the bathtub with him. "The hot water will do good to you..."
"It will burn my skin, I hate how hot you take these baths..." you protests, moving his hands off your waist as he tries to pull you in.
"The Blood of the Dragon, wife" he says smugly, smirking. "It is cold, anyways. It is barely warm"
"You like it boiling hot" You say smiling to him, and he presses a kiss on your jaw.
"I do, indeed." He admits "Come on, get in with me"
âAemond, my nightgownâŠâ you protest, and he rolls his good eye.
âYou have others, let it get wetâ You seem to give in, as he helps you get in, holding your hand as you enter the bathtub. âIt will do good to your aches.â He insists, taking your waist in his hands to place you on his lap.
âI think it is an excuseâ you say, blushing a bit as you accomodate on his lap.
âA good one, you must admitâ he says looking at you, and he passes his hands all the way up to your back. âBut an innocent one, I must admitâ he says, and you tilt your head as if asking him to elaborate âI donât think I am up for anything, I am too tired for itâ
You hum, his still wet hair made him look almost cute. His little curls...
âThe dye came offâ you say, as he leans to kiss your neck a bit. âI can go to the tailor and ask them to make another eyepatch one for you. More fancy. With real leather. Maybe add some fancy dragon scales in itâÂ
âHm. Fineâ he says looking up at you, smiling at how delicious you were. He places a kiss on your hand, and he smiles. âWhat is bothering you?â
You stay still, blinking a bit. âCourt. Ladies⊠at court. They don't seem to like me much. I mean, they like me but I always feel excluded. Like I am doing too much for them to like meâ
Aemond looks at you, a bit surprised by it. He places his hands on your waist, and he certainly was thinking about how to comfort you. He wasnât a court charmer either, so he hummed.
âI thought you had friends.âÂ
âI do⊠I guess. They just never seem to think of me when doing things. They do not hate me, no⊠I am the new oneâŠ, and so they justâŠ. Donât include meâ
âIâll include youâ he states nodding. âIâll bring you with me everywhere. Training, riding Vhagar, in the library, all of it.â He proposes softly.Â
âHm. It would be pleasant.â
You smile softly, your hands, now wet and in the water, move from his abdomen all the way up to his chest.
Your husband was well fit. A prince of the realm, training with the sword since he was little. He practised almost every day, and was very detail-oriented in his field. And that paid off, as he was lean; yet muscular.Â
You two were still newlyweds. Maybe three months since you two married, and things were a bit awkward still. You tried to decipher his odd behaviour and he tried the same with yours, starting to know each other personally, yet there was a bond, a silent affection you both shared for the other.
His body felt warm. He had stayed at the bathtub for Gods know how many hours, and he was all wet and shiny. You hand caressed his muscles, going up from his abdomen to where his wispy chest hair were.Â
âWhat is in your mind?â
You hum, and smile âHow handsome my husband isâ you murmur âHow good he is to meâŠâ you add âHow much I truly like youâŠâ
Aemond raises his eyebrows, and he looks at you as your hand caress his torso up and down, slowly, as if you were tempting him.Â
âOh?â
You nod softly, and even if he doesnât know you too well; he knows this face.
You move to kiss his neck, your arms wrapped around his torso as you leave little kisses all over his skin. He chuckles a bit, at your little desperation for the demonstration of love, you were such a physical person for him.Â
âDarling, what are you-â
âI just missed youâ You say, and he can see in his head the pout you would form if you werenât so eagerly kissing his neck.Â
He chuckles as his hand holds your waist firmly on his lap, and he leans his head back, facing the ceiling as you two spoke. âVery eagerly, I seeâÂ
âYou are tired. But let meâŠâÂ
Your arms wrapped around him, holding him as you press gentle kisses there, and he smiles, starting to feel the boiling arousal in his abdomen, looking at the ceiling as if it could distract his mind.Â
âVery wellâÂ
His arms went to the edges of the bathtub, as he felt the fabric of the nightgown against his chest, and he certainly was starting to enjoy the constant nibbling and wetness of your kisses.Â
Aemond lets out a quiet groan, enjoying the gentle bites at his neck, as he feels his neck a little warmer. âYou little minx- Did you just give me a hickey?â
Your giggle tells him all, as you move your lips to the start of his clavicle. His good eye closes as he enjoys the way your mouth feels against his sensitive skin.Â
âYou are simply⊠deliciousâ you murmur, your kisses going lower to his chest, before stopping a moment.
âDo not tell me you want to leave a hickey thereâŠâ He says, moving his head down to look at you.
As he imagined before, your mouth turns into a pout as you frown; most adorably he must add.Â
âOh, please! Let me tryâ You ask him âIt is a way to show you that I missed youâ You add, trying to convince him as he chuckles, making a mocking sound.Â
Aemond rolls his eyes as he feels your eager mouth sucking the skin of his chest, as if he was some kind of⊠not even he knew. It felt strange. Worshiped and feral. Thatâs how it felt, at least for him.
Once you separate, you look at your work, your thumb moving along the bruised skin with a satisfied smirk.Â
âLooks so good on youâ you swear, as if it was a matter to be known.Â
âIf it makes you happyâ he says, accommodating on his seat, the water moving along with him. âMy turn, then?âÂ
You shake your head with a giggle âYou always make it a mess!â
That he did, and he smiles a bit, seeing the lack of lovemarks of your neck.
It is you who eagerly kiss him, and press your body to his, as if needing him. He isnât one to complain, as he feels your eager lips pressing against his and your tongue invading his mouth. Rather bold, to his taste. But he likes it.
Your hands on his shoulder make their slow way down, passing temptingly slow from his chest, to his abdomen. He gasps in the kiss, as if he was some kind of maiden, when he feels your hands underwater on his crotch and touching his cock.Â
He frowns a bit as he separates, trying to demand an answer. âWha-â he tries to ask before you shut him up with a kiss, not even letting him speak.
Rather eager, arenât we⊠He thinks, but he isnât one to complain, as your touch is like magic to his dick. In the water is odd, he has to admit, but his member thinks otherwise as he gets aroused from your eagerness.
You smooch him with kisses, and he feels⊠intimidated, in a good way. You donât even allow him to breathe without going for another kiss, desperate. Feral.
He has a feral wife, it seems.Â
âDarling, what are youâŠâ he asks amused as you break the kiss, just to move your wet skirts all the way up, but he canât see much of your pussy in the water, which he dislikes a lot.Â
âI missed youâ you repeat âA lot.âÂ
âIt isnât as if you were confined in a tower for years. It was barely two days. And I visited you-â
âI need you, husbandâ you state impatiently, as your knees move to the sides of his hips. âso, if you are tired, Iâll do itâÂ
He blinks, surprised and taken aback. He is rather amused and aroused, at his bold wife.
âAlrightâ he says, looking at you as you can do the work alone.Â
He isnât tired for sex, not at all. He can certainly get the energy, maybe not perform as usual, but heâll do it if you ask. You didnât even need to ask for it. But seeing you in control is better than that.
You rode him once, for later to admit that it wasnât your favourite position, because you grew tired quickly. He didnât mind, but now he thinks heâll have you riding him at least once a week.
The way your dick enters your body is slow, as you slowly lower yourself on it. He can see your face contoured with pleasure, how you shut your eyes, and your hands grip on his shoulders as you whimper on it, you open your mouth and he leans to kiss your neck a bit, as if wanting to give back the affection you give him.
More than bounce on it, you find it more practical to grind on it. Your hands, that move between his waist and his shoulders, as if you didnât know where to hold him to help you grind against his cock.
âThatâs so goodâŠâ you whimper as you grind on his cock.Â
The water moves around, the harder you grind, the harder it moves on the bathtub. He is even sure that some of it has overflowed the bathtub, as he looks at your pretty face, as you moan needily. His hand moved to pull down your nightgown, just enough to expose both of your tits in the firm fabric. He pulls it down to expose your shoulders a bit, and it is a sight that only arouses him more.
âItâs so good, baby?â He asks looking up to you, and he leans his head to kiss your nipple, gently.Â
He knows you missed him. You are not rough, or a mess on his cock. You are doing it so prettily, so sweetly, he knows that you truly have missed him and his touch.Â
âYeah, so-so good.â You babber a bit, nodding as he kisses your other breast softly. He does not hold you, he has his hand on the back, trying to keep him firm as you ride him.Â
His right hand holds your waist, as he notices. Your arms are on his shoulders as you whimper and moan, grinding him, not even minding the water around.
He has to admit, in the bathtub isnât as comfortable as outside of it. The water doesnât help to be smoother, if anything, he has the impression it does the contrary. It may be just him, as you donât say anything against it.
âSo eager, babyâŠâ he says amazed, and now he feels like the one worshipping you. He just adores you, he realises, as he sweetly talks you through it âYou just needed me, this badly?â He asks, kissing your jaw.
The little nods you give him are enough to get him moving his hips slowly up to meet your little grinds and bounces.
He kisses your breast again, and the other, and the other. He adores you, how the little mewls from your mouth are so arousing for him as you clench your pussy around him.Â
âAemondâŠâ you whine. âFeels.. amazing, so good...â you repeat, as if you couldn't think of anything else, as he looks up to you.Â
 He is just surprised you have gotten this far without begging him to take control. They way heâd take your waist and flip you around, to make you hold the other edge of the bathroom, just to take you from behind, again, and again, and again. The water would overflow the bathtub completely, and his seed would be securely in your womb.Â
But you donât ask him, and he doesnât do it. He likes the sweetness of it. He likes how you look at him needily for both of your lips to meet on a kiss, passionate as your bounces and grind are slightly weaker.Â
âMy special girlâŠâ he murmurs, kissing you again and again, not minding if they are pecks or if he has the opportunity for his tongue to play with yours. âI love youâ
You nod, whimpering and whining as you say it back. I love you, I love you, I love you. Again and again, as if it was some prayer.
âAemondâ you moan into his mouth,Â
âI know. Can you feel how good you take me?â He asks softly, kissing your chin, as he holds your waist to help you bounce on his cock. The splash of the water amuses and arouses him, and he groans at the sight of your nightgown fully soaked, glued to your figure.
âMhm. Yes, yes, Gods, yesâ you said, probably numb and already cockdrunk, just enjoying the feeling of his cock so deep inside.
âYou want me to fill you, hm? To make you round with my seed, baby?â He asks, looking at you, moving to kiss your neck.Â
He is also rambling at this point, as you squeeze him in the perfect way, asking to be filled with cum. He ignores how the water splashes his chest and back, how it is practically soaking the carpet under the bath, and making a mess. He has to remember how wet it might be so you two donât slide on the floor.Â
âAemond, I⊠oh, Gods, Aemond!â
You little moans are music to his ears, as he holds your waist to move you down to his cock, to his taste. Not as rough as usual, but certainly desperate enough to want to cum.
âWill you cum for me, darling?â He asks, as he feels your hips grinding more desperately on him, and he throws his head back on the edge as he feels his balls tighten as well. You did wonders on him. âCum for me and Iâll fill you up as you so much likeâ he promises, almost feral for you to cum.Â
Your release made him moan, loudly, as he held you tight on his cock as he cums as well. He looks lazily at you, panting and whimpering still, which only serves to fuel the last remains of arousal on his abdomen, filling your womb with his cum. He hopes it takes root and to see you grow pregnant as moons pass by.
âThank youâ you say, breathless against his chest, kissing his cheek sweetly.Â
He smiles a bit, by how pleasure drunk you obviously were. He moves you slightly, to pull out from you and accommodate you on his chest, which you take comfort in. âNothing to be thankful for. I thank you. Having sex is rather⊠good for when one had a bad dayâ he says smiling.Â
You smile, and look at him, caressing his chest as you remain in this position, calmly breathing as he tries to stop panting.Â
âHave I made it better?â You ask, softly, looking up to him.
He chuckles softly, almost amused by how ridiculous the question was.
âJust by having a sight of you, you make my day betterâ he says.Â
Even if he was new to this whole marriage thing, even if sometimes he didnât know you that well as your ladies-in-waiting and sometimes just allowed you to be even if it bothered him. He didnât understand you most of the time, but he certainly adored you, very dearly.Â
âI can make it even betterâ you say almost proudly, and he raises his eyebrow, looking at you laying on his chest. The water wasnât even hot anymore, but more cold than he could bear.Â
âOh, how so?â He asks amused. âDid you claim a dragon? Only that can top the amazing moment that we just-â
âI am with childâ you say simply, looking at him with a smile.Â
He stops on his tracks, and looks at you as he takes in what you said. He blinks, looking at you, and you smile awkwardly at him. Was he happy? The prospect always puts him in a good mood. But maybe it wasnât as you thought? One thing was words, and other actions.
You watch his eye as he seems to have hundreds of thought per second, his face slight confused as he frowns a bit, before his lips turn into smile full of disbelief.
âAre you joking?âÂ
âNo... Maester Orwyle informed me this morningâ you say softly. âHe says that probably our wedding night was fruitful. I don't know. I don't look that pregnant, after these months. We have to figure it out in these days, so we can see when the birth is due... It's funny, because at first we thought it was from the sickness, that I got the worst part⊠but I just happened to be sick and pregnantâ
That's why Maester Orwyle looked at him with a slight smirk as he helped desinfect his arm after training. You probably asked him to keep the secret so you could tell him.
That's why there was something off about you. He couldn't get exactly what, but something was off. It made sense, how nervous you were and how you tried to tell him before, but he was a fool to not notice it.
âOh, my loveâŠâ he says, as he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly to him. âOh⊠I donât⊠I... What can I even say to that?â
He is surprised, and he canât believe it. You were pregnant. You actually were. His little offspring, growing in your womb right at this moment. Your stomach was not firm by any mean, he couldn't decipher it even if he liked so.
âThat is⊠That is the best thing anyone has ever told meâ he admits, chuckling a bit in surprise. âYou are going to be a mother. And you are going to make me a fatherâÂ
"We are, indeed" You say smiling to him. "In some months, it will be me, you and a weeping babe"
He can feel his nose burn as he smiles, the image on his head as he forces himself not to cry of happiness, a weird chuckle comes out of his mouth.
"You are right" he says looking at you. "So, you are definitely moving to my chambers now, aren't you? No more personal chambers, no more confinement when sick. You are not leaving my side, not you or our little dragon" He states nodding, not for discussion. He can't have you just wandering around without him near to protect both of you.
He smiles, as you giggle. His day certainly got better, all thanks to you. His hands caress your back soothingly, as he is just... happy. He forgets about his horrible day, how his ankle still hurts or how his scar stings on his cheek and forehead as he smiles. What is that compared to the joy of knowing that he will be a father? A father to your children as well?
âNow, how come Lady Westerling got my pregnant wife sick?â he teases you as you roll your eyes. âShe is in so much trouble, who does she think she is? Both my wife and my sweet baby? Oh, she is not going to see sunlight ever again-â
âAemond!â you giggle, but he smooches your cheek with kisses that only makes your giggles grow louder.
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helping hand
lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader
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SUMMARY ! the guys find out that enzo is still a virgin and they keep bothering him about it, so he asks for your help.
WARNINGS ! friends to lovers, use of y/n (just once i think), loss of virginity, SMUT, virgin!lorenzo, sub!lorenzo, dom!reader, mutual masturbation, p in v, lots of praising, neck grabbing, hair pulling, slight orgasm denial, unprotected sex.
NOTES ! english isn't my first language, so you might find mistakes. yes, i have read filthy and i know lorenzo isn't innocent at all, but i wanted to portray him like that for this one, hope you like it!
lorenzo was your best friend, he had been since you both were a couple of tweens and met at the hogwarts express on your first year. you remembered that day as if it had been yesterday. he had bumped into you, which made you drop your chocolate frog to the ground, after that, he immediately apologized and bought you the whole honeydukes trolley as an apology; at that moment, you swore to yourself you would never let him go.
and seven years later, he was the most important person in your life.
as every friday night, lorenzo and you were having a sleepover in your dormroom. that night, pansy, your roommate, was out on a date with some dude and you had the room all to yourselves. you were lying in your bed, enzo next to you. a film was playing, but you were having trouble to focus on it since enzo kept moving; he looked uneasy, which was really rare to be honest, lorenzo was the calmest guy in the whole wizarding world.
you couldn't possibly imagine what was going on in that pretty head of his.
truth is, the week before, the rest of the guys had discovered that enzo was still a virgin and they had been teasing him about it nonstop since then, which had already started to seriously bother him. at first, maybe you could say it was funny, but after eight days of constant jokes, it was not funny anymore.
you sighed, finally deciding to ask him what was going through his mind.
"lorenzo," you called him, using his full name, which you rarely did, "is something wrong? you seem off today..."
enzo looked away, clearly trying to avoid your eyes, and you frowned; that was the confirmation you needed to know that something was not fine, he never averted your gaze like that.
"nothing, just... dealing with some stress." he answered, dodging the subject. when he saw your unpleased look, he added, "it's not a big deal, seriously. don't worry about it."
"cmon, enzo..." you said, reaching to cup his cheek and force him to look at you, "i know you like the palm of my hand and i know something's bothering you."
you smiled reassuringly at him, pausing the film to focus fully on the conversation, then you added, "you can tell me anything, you know that, right?"
enzo's cheeks blushed slightly, his eyes darting back and forth as he looked at you, clearly hesitating whether he should tell you or not.
"you wouldn't... you wouldn't think any less of me, would you?" he asked and you saw a hint of vulnerability in his light brown irises.
you frowned as you looked at him, caressing his cheek softly; his attitude was making you really worried.
"of course not, enzo... you're my best friend," you told him with a soft and sweet voice, trying to get him to open to you.
he nodded slowly, leaning into your touch; he found comfort in your presence, it had always been that way. taking a deep breath, enzo finally confessed.
"well... it's just that... the guys found out i'm still a virgin and they've been teasing me about it all week." as he talked, his voice was barely above a whisper.
"that's it?" you asked, chuckling as your worried expression visibly softened. "they're a bunch of idiots... just ignore them," you reassured him, your hand moving up to stroke his soft hair.
enzo managed to let out a small laugh, his expression softening at your comment too.
"yeah, i know..." he muttered, his eyes fixed in yours as he thought of his next words, "but it's hard not to let it get to me when they treat me like some sort of joke."
"hey, don't say that..." you replicated, your brow furrowed as you heard his words. "there's nothing wrong with being a virgin."
he nodded, agreeing with you, while his eyes drifted back to the paused movie on the screen. despite your words, he still seemed a bit troubled. you were definitely going to beat the guys up the next time you saw them for making enzo feel so bad about something completely normal and natural.
"i know that... i can't help but feel self-conscious about it though," he said, then elaborated, "I mean, everyone else seems to be... well, you know."
"experienced?" you asked, finishing his sentence.
you grabbed his hand, entwining your fingers with his; you wanted to make him feel better. he looked down at your intertwined fingers and sighed softly.
"yeah... experienced." he nodded while he talked. "it's not like i haven't tried to lose my virginity or anything; it's just never been the right time or person, i guess."
you gave his hand a gentle squeeze when you heard his words, smiling at how sweet he was. enzo was simply the perfect guy, the perfect friend, and you were sure someday he'd be the perfect boyfriend.
"you'll get there eventually, trust me," you chuckled and rested your head on his shoulder. "just don't overthink it, okay?"
lorenzo smiled back, clearly more relaxed now that had confided in you. his fingers tightened slightly around yours as he rested his head on top of yours.
"i know, thanks for listening, darling."
"always, enzo." you kissed his cheek briefly. "and if they bother you again about it, just let me know, i'll gladly hit them," you added, laughing.
"you would do that for me?" he looked at you, his expressive eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room.
"i'd do anything for you," you answered honestly, smiling warmly at him.
it was the truest thing you had ever told him; there wasn't a single thing you wouldn't sacrifice for him. he was just worth it. your words seemed to awake something in him, you could almost see the gears in his head spinning as he stared at you intently.
"really? anything?" his voice deepened a bit, his eyes still locked onto yours. "can i ask you something then?"
"of course silly, anything," you replied, letting out a nervous laugh as his intense gaze made you feel butterflies in your belly.
"would you..." he swallowed nervously, taking a deep breath before continuing. "would you maybe... want to be my first?"
your breath hitched when you heard his proposal, your heart started racing in your chest. for a second, you thought that you could be dreaming, so you pinched yourself; the pain you felt confirmed that your were, in fact, not sleeping.
"enzo, are you sure about that?" you questioned, unsure if he was saying it seriously or not. "we've just talked about that, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin," you repeated.
"i know, darling." he bite his lower lip, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "but i can't stop thinking about it... and i'd really like it to be with you."
"really?" you gasped in surprise, nipping at your bottom lip to try and hide the smirk that tugged at the corners of your mouth.
you loved enzo; not the kind of love you feel for a brother, though, you were in love with him, and you had tried to convince yourself otherwise for a long time, because you thought your feelings weren't reciprocated, but now... he was in front of you, asking you to be his first, and you weren't sure if you'd be able to ignore your feelings anymore.
"you aren't just doing it out of social pressure?"
you wanted to make sure he was not feeling pressured to do it; you wanted him to do it only if he finally felt ready to take that step.
"no, i mean it," he said, blushing shyly. "i really want it to be with you, y/n. you're so beautiful, and kind, and smart. i've had a crush on you for years."
his admission made your heart skip a beat; you thought you were going to faint right there and then. your thoughts were all over the place, your mind racing as you looked at him, but there was just one thing that you knew for sure; you were dying to kiss him... so you did.
"then, i guess it can be arranged," you whispered, reaching to cup his face and pull him into a kiss, one that was very sweet at first.
enzo's eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into the kiss, his hands moving to rest on your hips. he gasped softly against your lips, his heart racing wildly. you took control of the kiss as you tangled your fingers in his hair and tug at it, slipping your tongue in his mouth; the innocent kiss soon turning into a full make out session.
his hands moved slowly but surely down to the small of your back, gently pressing against your lower back and pulling you even closer to him. you slightly moaned into the kiss, unable to get enough of the taste of his soft lips.
"you taste so good, enzo," you muttered between kisses, not pulling back at any moment.
your hand moved down his neck, gripping at it, which made enzo gasp softly, his fingers digging into your waist as his tongue became bolder in your mouth. he could feel himself getting hard, the rush of blood making him dizzy.
he was practically on top of you at that point, so you pushed him gently until he was sitting on the bed, back against the headboard and you straddled his lap, leaning in to resume the kissing. quickly, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close a he possibly could. one of his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, pushing it upwards slowly; the gentle caress of his fingertips on your skin gave you goosebumps.
"you want me to take this off, baby?" you asked, breaking the kiss, as you started toying with the hem of your top.
lorenzo looked at you with hooded eyes, licking his lips slightly. "yes, please⊠take it off."
you smirked, grabbing the hem of your top and pulling it off your body. since you were not wearing a bra, you breasts were now completely exposed under his intense gaze. his eyes darkened as he saw your boobs for the first time; they were perfect, just like the rest of you.
"have you ever touched a girl, enzo?" you questioned, a sweet tone to your voice.
he swallowed hard, his hands aching to touch you, and answered, "no, i haven't."
"don't be shy, baby," you whispered with a smile, grabbing his hands to encourage him to cup your breasts, squeezing them lightly. "like this."
enzo stared at your face closely, his eyes filled with lust as he mimicked your action, his hands squeezing both your boobs gently. his thumbs brushed against your little nipples, causing them to harden instantly.
"you're beautiful," he breathed out, completely stunned at your beauty.
you gasped slightly, your cheeks flushing as a heat wave washed over your body; your panties growing wetter by the second. the way he touched you, as if he was worshipping your body, was a huge turn on.
"thank you, baby," you muttered, squirming in his lap.
enzo moaned softly as he felt your body grinding against his hard length. he kissed along your jawline and down your neck, nipping softly as he went. you let out a cute whimper, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt his tongue lapping at one of your hard nipples and you reached up to tangle your fingers in his soft hair, caressing it tenderly; he groaned against your skin as he began to suck at the hard nub gently.
his hand moved down between your legs and he slipped his fingers underneath the fabric of your shorts and panties; you felt his digits rubbing hesitantly over your pussy, as if he didn't know what to do with them next.
"enzo," you gasped at his action, tugging at his hair tenderly. "you have never done that before, right?" you chuckled as you you caressed his face.
lorenzo blushed slightly and shook his head slowly, still teasing your sensitive skin with his fingers. his eyes locked onto yours as he whispered back, "no... i have not."
"let me show you how to do it properly, yeah?" you said with a sweet voice, grabbing his hand to pull it out of your panties.
then, you got off his lap, sitting next to him as you pushed your shorts and underwear down your legs, finally exposing your pussy. his breath hitched in his throat as he saw you completely bare for the first time. he reached out tentatively, tracing a finger along your upper thigh.
your hand moved down to cup your pussy, your fingers gently parting your slick folds to rub your swollen clit in circles, teaching him how you liked it; you couldn't help but gasp at the touch.
"just like this, see?" you asked, looking at him with glazed eyes.
enzo's eyes darkened as he watched you touch yourself; you looked so vulnerable and exposed, yet so sexy. when you withdrew your hand, he replaced your fingers with his, mirroring your movements as he started rubbing your clit in small circles.
"fuck yeah, like that..." you muttered, your breathing coming out in sharp pants as your hips bucked forward. "doing so good for me, enzo," you praised.
he groaned at your praise as he watched you writhing at his touch. his dick was rock hard in his pants and he wished more than anything that he could slide it into your tight pussy right away.
you reached next to you to push his sweatpants down his thighs, just enough to free his erection. he arched his back slightly to help you and his hard cock sprung free, standing tall against his flat stomach. you bit your lower lip, your mouth watering when you saw his dick; he was really big.
"can i touch you, baby?" you asked, your hand absentmindedly tracing patterns over his abs.
enzo's breath hitched at your touch. his abs flexed slightly under your fingertips as he nodded eagerly. when he gave you his permission, you grabbed his length in your hand gently, pumping it slowly at first.
he groaned at your touch, leaning back against the headboard as you began to stroke his cock, his fingers still rubbing your soaked pussy. his eyes were half-closed as he watched you move your hand up and down.
"that feels so good, darling," he muttered.
you moaned in response when his digits picked up speed, pressing down your swollen clit and making you squirm in pleasure. your chest raised and fell quickly as you gasped for air.
he smirked as he felt your body respond to his touch, leaning forward to capture your lips in a passionate kiss that you returned instantly. his tongue slipped inside your mouth as his hand slid down your slit, searching for your entrance; he pushed two fingers inside of you, feeling your wetness coat his digits as he began to thrust them in and out.
you whined, involuntarily breaking the contact between your lips, and your face scrunched in pleasure. your hand moved faster as it stroke his cock, your thumb teasing his tip, that was leaking precum.
he groaned, his mouth finding your neck. his free hand slid up to cup your breast, massaging it gently as he continued to finger fuck you. he was already close to cumming, all the new sensations overwhelming him, but he wanted to make it last as long as possible.
"enzo, fuck," you cursed, your pussy tightening around his fingers when you felt the coil in your belly about to snap. "such a good boy... making me feel so good."
you gasped, your pumps becoming sloppier as you approached your orgasm. enzo's breath hitched at your praising words, hips bucking against your hand, unable to contain himself any longer.
"please, love... let me inside you," he begged between breathy moans, his fingers thrusting in and out of you harder.
"how do you want me, baby?" you asked in a whisper, your lips brushing his as you spoke.
enzo nipped at his lower lip, he didn't even have to think his answer. "i want you to ride me," he muttered as he looked into your eyes, his own glazed with lust.
you gasped when he withdrew his fingers from your pussy, a smirk tugging at your lips as you said, "whatever you want, baby."
you released his cock from your grasp to climb onto his lap. enzo's breath caught in his throat when you straddled him, the sight of your wet pussy just inches from his cock making him shudder with anticipation; he almost came on the spot. his hands found purchase on your hips, pulling you closer to him.
you grabbed his cock and placed the tip against your entrance, slowly lowering yourself onto it. you couldn't help but moan as you took his big cock inside you. once he was fully seated within your pussy, you stood still for a moment to get used to the new intrusion.
"how does that feel, my pretty boy?" you asked, leaning in to nuzzle his neck affectionately.
he groaned, his hands moving to cup your ass as he began to instinctively thrust up into you. it felt so perfect, so right, like every inch of him belonged inside you.
"it feels so good," he whispered in your ear, his breathing ragged.
"yeah... it does," you agreed, starting to ride him slowly at first; his cock reached all the right spots inside you so easily. "it's like your dick was fucking made for me, enzo," you moan, your breathing growing uneven.
he shuddered as he bucked up into you, his fingers digging into your ass so hard that you were sure he would leave bruises. you were so fucking tight, and he was so hard, the friction almost too much for him to handle.
you smirked as you saw him so helpless underneath your body while you rode him. you reached to tug at his hair, tilting his head back to suck at his neck, leaving some hickeys, which made him moan.
"you like being deep inside my tight pussy, enzo?" you teased him.
your boobs bounced as you jumped on his cock; that sight only adding to his pleasure. you placed your hands on his chest to support yourself, seeing his eyes roll back in his head as he felt you tighten around him; he thrust up into you, hitting that perfect spot again and again.
"yeah... so fucking much," he answered, panting heavily.
"such a naughty boy..." you cooed, a smug grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "but i love it."
you looked closely at him; he was completely flustered, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.
"you look so fucking pretty underneath me, enzo," you complimented him
he groaned, sliding one hand down to rub against your clit roughly, the other one still holding onto your ass.
"don't stop, please." he breathed out, his hips lifting up to meet every downward thrust of yours.
"you close, pretty boy?" you asked him, watching his face attentively as he nodded in response. "you gonna be a good boy and hold it in for me, yeah?" you ordered with a soft voice.
he whimpered, biting his lip harshly. his cock throbbed inside you, aching for release, but his thumb did not stop rubbing circles on your clit; the sensation of his dick pounding into you together with the stimulation on your clit making you weak on the knees.
"yes... I'll be good for you."
"that's my boy," you praised him, struggling to keep up the pace while riding him since your legs had started shaking from the pleasure. "you gonna make me cum, baby." you breathed out, moaning loudly.
you hand had a conscience of its own and moved up to grasp at his neck, applying light pressure on it. enzo's eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, your grip limiting his air flow very slightly, but enough to make it pleasurable.
"oh fuck! i'm cumming," he moaned, gritting his teeth.
"hold it," you commanded, your voice harder that time. "you won't cum until i do."
he moaned in frustration, shaking his head as his hips jerked up into you. "please... i can't."
"just a minute, baby, i'm almost there," you promised, whimpering while your pussy started clenching around his cock as your orgasm built up.
you kept riding him until you finally fell over the edge, letting out a long string of soft moans and whimpers while your whole body shook. you leaned into his body, your hands gripping at his skin as pleasure washed over you.
"oh gods, enzo," you moaned, "you can cum now, baby."
as soon as you gave him permission, he came with a loud whimper, almost a cry, shooting his thick cum inside you in long spurts, your pussy milking his cock as both of your rode out your highs, holding onto each other tightly.
he panted, leaning his forehead against yours, his heartbeat slowing down as he tried to catch his breath.
"that was amazing."
"pretty good for a first time, huh?" you chuckled, out of breath too, while caressing his back and shoulders; your bodies were completely pressed together.
"fuck yeah... let's do it again," he laughed, grabbing your hips to push you onto the mattress; your body bounced slightly.
"enzo!" you giggled, but your playful laugh soon turned into a moan when your best friend buried his head between your legs.
you had definitely created a monster... you weren't complaining, though.
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 27: Drown In It
Summary: Your heat lingers closer and closer, which leaves you with some conflicting feelings. Of course, you're not going to worry about them for much longer...
Paring: Poly 141 x reader
Word Count: 6,179 words
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, p in v sex, unprotected sex, bodily fluids, heat cycles, knotting, licking, biting, grinding, spanking (it's like once), kissing, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, a sprinkle of angst, language, emotions, and of course some fluff
A/N: And we're in it again, folks. It's happening (again). Though this time, there may be a bit of a surprise....
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(Yes I am using a Barry Sloane gif, trust me you will understand once you read the chapter)
You freeze, dread and panic beginning to fill you as you stand in the doorway to the rec room. The pounding of your heart is loud in your ears, which are quickly growing hot. The urge to turn tail and run is strong, yet you canât move, frozen in place by the sight in front of you.Â
Simon is sitting, far too relaxed, in the chair where he normally sits. Thereâs a book in his hands, the crinkle of the page being turned is like a gunshot. You almost flinch in response, but hold still, wondering if you could back away before he notices your presence. You know it would be futile. He would have heard the crinkling of the bag of chips in your hand, the quiet rustle of it against your leg as soon as you turned the corner.Â
âInteresting book, this.â He says, not bothering to look up as he sits reclined in the chair, about halfway through the book in his hands.Â
Your mouth goes dry as you stare at him. You might never have given him, or the book, a second glance had you not been so clearly able to see the cover. It was almost like he was doing it on purpose, hoping youâd see what heâd found, what heâd discovered in your underwear drawer. Itâs almost like he was hoping youâd walk in and see it. Or maybe he heard you coming and positioned himself so youâd see it.Â
ââThe Powerful Omega.ââ He says, closing the book to stare at the title.Â
You shift on your feet nervously, ready to run if you need to, the bag of chips crinkling as you tighten your grip on it.. âI-I can explain-âÂ
âNo need.â He says, cutting you off as he flips the book back open. âIs this how you got into our heads so easily?âÂ
Despite the accusing question, his tone isnât malicious or even disparaging. You fiddle with your fingers, starting to feel like youâre being tested. If you say yes, what will he do? Get angry, accuse you of manipulation? But if you say no, he might think youâre lying, or perhaps he already knows the answer.Â
âI-It helped a bit.â You say, shuffling forward a step. âAt first. I almost forgot it was in there.âÂ
ââLearn to Speak Their Language.ââ He reads off the chapter title, your cheeks warming a bit. Of course heâd be there when you caught him. He stares at you over the top of the book, your gaze turned to the black TV screen. You canât stare at him. Not right now. âIs this why you asked me to train you?âÂ
Thereâs no lying to him. You already know that. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, nodding. âIt was part of it. It gave me the idea, but then I realized if Iâm gonna go around making stupid decisions like punching alphas, maybe I should know how to defend myself a little. I-I also thought it might help me get closer to you, at least get you to tolerate me a bit.âÂ
He huffs out a laugh. âWell, I can say it worked. Was more you than anything, but I was a bit touched you asked me.âÂ
Your nervousness begins to calm as you realize heâs not angry you have the book. Heâs also not angry you used it to get closer to them, to begin to integrate yourself into their pack. You set your chips down on the coffee table, sitting on the edge of the couch.Â
âHow did you get it?â He asks.Â
âI called Kate.â You give him a small smile. âWhen she sent me the first uh...care package. That was part of it.âÂ
He huffs, shaking his head. âSneaky thing.âÂ
âI mean, one of you was bound to find it eventually.â You shrug. âThought it might be Johnny with how often he sneaks into my underwear drawer. Though, I suppose he steals them from the laundry basket more often.âÂ
He hums, his gaze returning to the book.Â
âAre you really reading it?â You ask.Â
ââCourse.â He responds, getting comfortable in the chair again.Â
A smile tugs at your lips as you watch him, his focus zeroing in on the book again. You get an idea, rising from the couch to scan the shelves in the rec room. You find a manual on guns and ammunition, sitting back down with the heavy book in one hand, your chips in the other. Simon glances at you over the top of his book again as you make yourself comfortable on the other side of the couch, the title clearly visible as you turn to the first page.Â
âReally?â He asks, exasperated.Â
You shrug, glancing up at him. âItâs only fair.âÂ
âLittle shit.â He rolls his eyes, letting out a sigh as he goes back to reading your book. You sink down against the arm of the couch, using your book to hide your satisfied grin.Â
âIt never fails to amaze me.âÂ
âHuh?â You turn to face Johnny, a piece of popcorn falling out of your mouth from how much you've managed to stuff inside in one bite.Â
âHow much ye can eat during your pre-heat.â He says, grabbing the piece of popcorn that landed on the couch between you.Â
You attempt to say something in response, but it comes out as a muffled mess around the popcorn youâre chewing. Johnny eats the piece that fell, reaching for the bowl. You move it out of his reach, pressing your foot against his side to keep him from getting too close.Â
âMine.â You say, pushing against his side, trying to get him to move away from you.Â
Heâs undeterred, using his size against you as he reaches for the bowl. A low growl rubles in your chest as you lean backwards, trying to keep it out of his reach. He freezes at the sound, staring down at you as you glare at him.Â
âDid ye just growl at me?â He blinks at you, his lips turning up in a grin.Â
You bare your teeth at him, another growl rumbling in your chest. You go for his arm, his reflexes just managing to yank it out of the way before your teeth sink into his skin.Â
âAlright, alright.â He says, holding up his hands as he sinks back into his spot. âI got the message.â He grins as you sit up, holding the bowl protectively against your chest. âThat might be the cutest thing Iâve ever seen.â He pulls out his phone, snapping a picture as you glare at him.Â
Your glare deepens as you shovel more popcorn into your mouth. He nearly giggles as he stares down at his phone, tapping on the screen a few times. You push yourself up, trying to get a look at his screen. âWho are you sending that to?â You ask between mouthfuls of popcorn.Â
âThe group chat.â He says, as if thatâs not revealing news.Â
âGroup chat?â You ask around another mouthful.Â
He nods. âJust the four of us fellas for blethering.âÂ
You blink at him, trying to translate what he means in your pre-heat addled brain. âHuh?â You say stupidly, a piece of popcorn dropping back into the bowl from the handful you had been holding up halfway to your mouth.Â
âWe like tae gossip among each other.â He says, giving you a grin.Â
âDo you...talk about me?â You ask before shoving the handful of popcorn in your mouth.Â
âAll the time.â He answers, using his reflexes to steal a piece of popcorn from the bowl.Â
Youâre too distracted to care, though if your mouth hadnât been full you might have been tempted to bite him in retaliation. ââBout what?â You ask, the words almost unintelligible thanks to the popcorn youâre still chewing.Â
âOh, lots of things.â He grins. âHow cute ye look all cozy in yer bed, how nicely yer arse looks in your skids, how we got ye to moan like that, tips on how tae make yer legs shake-â He does let out a giggle as you softly kick him in his side.
âRude.â You pout as you curl up against the arm of the couch away from him with your bowl. âCould at least include me.âÂ
âAw but we need our space,â He says, leaning closer to you. âFer all our mingin' gab.âÂ
You give him a look, still trying to process his words as he presses a kiss to your head. He uses your distraction to steal a piece of popcorn from the bowl, immediately jumping away from you as you react, letting out another growl. The popcorn bowl falls to the floor as you leap at him, ready to sink your teeth into his arm.Â
âYou're avoiding me.â
Simon glances up at you before looking back at his computer. âNot on purpose. You know the dangers if you go into heat too close.âÂ
Heâs right. Though, you think youâd know if your heat was starting and you could get away before things got dangerous. Of course, with his sensitive instincts, he might notice before you do. Things would get ugly fast if John noticed too and tried to stop Simon. Youâre not sure the betas could get to you in time to try and stop them, or at least get you away in hopes it clears their heads enough.Â
You look around Simonâs office, the desk shoved further back to make room for the two cots set up in the corner closest to the door. Soon he and Johnny would be shut in here, avoiding the hallway around the corner while you and John fucked nearly non-stop for the next week.Â
It feels different now that youâve reached this new stage of your relationship with Simon. Heâs not on the outside anymore, not separate from you. Thereâs a strong bond there now, one both of you have contributed to. He had made the boundary clear, even without having to say anything. He wonât take the risk of helping you. Heâs not your alpha.Â
However, wouldnât complain if he were the one to get to you first, to lock you in his office and throw you on the cots and fuck you stupid for the next week. You shift on your feet at the thought of taking his knot, being pumped full of him and locked together. Would he remove his mask? Would you remember his face at the end of your heat-induced haze?Â
Heâd never forgive himself if it happened. Heâd close himself off, avoid you like the plague. It would shred that fragile bond that has been set in place.Â
You wonât entertain those thoughts anymore. Not when heâs so clearly drawn the line.Â
You take half a step forward, pausing at the growl that rumbles in his chest. Heâs setting another boundary, warning you of the dangers both of you pose towards each other in this delicate time.Â
You continue forward despite the obvious warning, pushing against the instincts telling you to heed it and stay back. Yet, he doesn't stop you as you pass his desk, slinging a leg over him and planting yourself in his lap. Itâs obvious, the tension in his body as you sit there, as if you might go into heat at any second. There will be signs once it is coming on, symptoms different from ones you feel outside of heats.Â
You stare up into his eyes, his gaze sharp but not piercing as it once might have been. Thereâs a softness to it, something you might even call affection as he stares down at you.Â
âWill you kiss me?â You ask softly, hesitantly. âOne last time? So maybe I might remember you still like me when I wake up on the other side of this?âÂ
âI donât think you could forget that.â He says, his hands dropping to grip your thighs.Â
âStill...would be nice to have one.â You say, wrapping your arms around his neck. âFor good luck?âÂ
He hums, the sound rumbling in his chest, before he lifts a hand, pulling his mask up to his nose. He leans forward, meeting you halfway as he presses his lips to yours.Â
The kiss is searing, conveying a deep passion and almost a longing feeling as his lips move against yours. Does he regret his decision not to even offer to help you? Youâre not sure even you would have said yes to his offer. Itâs only your second heat, the second time youâve trusted your pack to care for you in such a vulnerable position. While you donât distrust Simon and his ability to take care of you, a deep part of you longs for your alpha and the surety and safety heâs already proven.Â
Simonâs hand slides up your back, brushing over your neck before cradling the back of your head. He holds you still as he licks the seam of your lips. You moan softly against his mouth, wishing you could pull him closer, wishing you could sink into him and avoid the inevitable heat lingering over your head.Â
A sigh is pulled from your lips as his tongue presses into your mouth, taking its time to explore before flicking against your own. His other arm wraps around your back, tugging you against him, chest to chest, legs spread around his hips. Had you not been trying to rest your body, or entirely disinterested in sex currently, you might have fucked him right in this chair, one last time before youâre lost to your heat and your alpha.Â
He pulls away from your lips, resting his forehead against yours as you both pant softly. The silence is loud, but it speaks volumes between you, sharing things youâre too scared to say out loud, things that push the boundaries of vulnerability between the two of you. There will be time afterward, plenty of time to gently push those boundaries and continue to worm your way into his most intimate thoughts.Â
You open your eyes, meeting his gaze. You can see the dots of freckles on his skin, the shades of brown in his eyes. His breath is warm against your lips as you sit there, almost like youâre trying to commit each other to memory, as if youâll forget about him as soon as the door seals you and John inside your room. You will forget in the throes of your heat, but once the haze fades and you come back to yourself, youâll remember him. He wonât be far, and neither will you.Â
âSee you on the other side?â You say, cupping his face, letting your thumb trace the line of his jaw, his stubble prickling your skin.Â
He leans forward, kissing you once more, his lips brushing yours as he speaks.Â
âSee you on the other side.âÂ
Youâre on fire.
Sweat has soaked your skin and right through the loose shirt you had donned earlier. Itâs dripping down your face, offering no relief from the lava pulsing under your skin. Youâre surprised the liquid doesnât start sizzling as it drips down your chest and arms. Youâre panting softly, legs spread as you lay on the bed. Thereâs a steady pulsing between your legs, the ache and need beginning to steadily grow more intense as slick seeps out of you and onto the blankets below.Â
You woke earlier with a crawling sensation under your skin, your pajamas quickly ditched in favor of the baggy shirt to avoid the overstimulation of any tight fabric. You knew last night as soon as the ravenous hunger began to abate that you were close. Mid-bite of some potatoes the hunger had faded and suddenly they looked almost repulsive. Simon and Johnny had moved into his office and you quarantined in your room with Kyle and John on standby.Â
Sleep had evaded you for most of the night as you waited for it to start, expecting it to be in the middle of the night like last time. Your mind had faded in and out of sleep, expecting to wake any moment with the uncomfortable feverish heat beneath your skin.Â
Instead you woke early with no sign of it yet, still dry between your legs and almost cold from the always cool air in the barracks. The only sign had been the itching, crawling feeling beneath your skin.Â
Youâd made it just past lunch, Kyle bringing in food for you, which you had struggled through, only eating to try and get some last calories into your body. The familiar electrolyte drinks and nutrition bars that will keep both you and John alive over the next week, sit in stacks next to the door, some already set up on your nightstand. Your bed has been stripped down to a sheet, your pillow, and the blanket you slept under last night. Your stuffed animals and decorative pillows sit piled on your desk in the corner.Â
It came on suddenly, the heat beneath your skin. The prickling sensation had begun in your core and flared outward to your very fingertips. It had been like a flushing feeling, the heat rippling through you. The book in your hands slid onto the floor as the deep cramping began, making you wince. Youâre not quite sure what had been worse, the pain or the initial panic.Â
Your phone is on the floor with your book after youâd managed to send a text to Kyle. The panic is still bubbling under the surface as your brain begins to get foggy, its only focus the pulsing between your thighs. Itâs been a while since youâve been awake for the start of your heat. The last one had started in your sleep, and the one before that you had been sedated by the CIA, closely monitored and put under before the itching even began under your skin.Â
Your trembling fingers fumble with one of the electrolyte drinks on your nightstand, struggling to wrap around it and then get the cap off. It does little to soothe the dryness in your mouth, but you drink as much of it as you can.Â
The door opens, Kyle slipping through before quickly closing it behind him. He approaches the bed, that sympathetic look in his eyes again. Heâs not sure what to say, you can tell by his hesitance, but what is there to say in this moment? âGood luck, hope John doesnât accidentally hurt you?âÂ
You donât blame him for his silence, though you know his beta is agitated, wanting to offer you comfort and support, but he canât. He canât do much for you this time, only your alpha can.Â
Kyle bends down, picking up your phone and book from the floor before checking the charge on your phone. He sets it down on the nightstand, pulling another from his pocket and placing it down next to yours. Itâs Johnâs personal phone. You recognize the familiar olive green case. Kyle will alternate charging them, mostly for Johnâs peace of mind. Not that heâll care much about potential calls or messages while heâs knotted inside of you.Â
âYouâll be okay.â Kyle says, brushing the wisps of hair stuck to your forehead back. Johnny had braided it last night, his final act of comfort before retreating with Simon to their own quarantined space. Kyle must have noted the nervous edges in your scent still lingering in the air as he tries to comfort you.Â
You hold his hand against your face, nuzzling your cheek against his rough palm. Itâs not quite enough, heâs not quite enough, but itâs no fault of his own. Your instincts are beginning to take over. The desire for an alpha, your alpha, to help you is overtaking any rational thought.Â
Kyle strokes your cheek for a moment before he pulls away, taking the bottle from your trembling hands and tossing it in the trash. He folds your blanket and drapes it over the footboard before setting your book on your desk.Â
âJohn knows.â He says, standing close to the door. âHeâll be in soon.âÂ
All you can do is nod as you rub your thighs together, trying to get any ounce of friction you can. The fabric of the shirt youâre wearing is like a million tiny knives against your skin, but your hands are useless as they tug at the fabric. You canât get your body to work enough to pull it off.Â
A pathetic whine leaves your lips as the door opens again. Youâre still tugging at your shirt, writhing in your attempts to both remove the offending fabric from your skin and also get some relief for the pulsing between your thighs.Â
âAlpha...â You whine, vision zeroing in on your alpha as he stands there, staring at you with dark eyes.Â
âLook at you.â He rasps, taking slow steps closer and closer to you.Â
Another whine falls from your lips as you reach out for him, desperate to feel him against you, like his very touch could ease the fire burning beneath your skin. Your arm is shaking by the time he reaches you, his fingers brushing against your hand. A content purr rumbles in your chest as he finally touches you, rough fingers tracing your palm before continuing down the inside of your arm. A shiver shakes your body at the feeling of his rough calluses against your sensitive skin. You wish those fingers would go elsewhere, your mouth watering at the thought of them between your thighs again.Â
âAlpha,â You whine again as he grips your upper arm, yanking you up.Â
In one fluid motion he sits on your bed, tugging your body onto his lap. His arms wrap around you, holding you against him, your slick dribbling onto the front of his pants. A quiet sound rumbles in his chest, his pupils dilating as his alpha begins to come out, his alpha responding to the thick scent of your pheromones in the room.Â
You press against him, but itâs not enough. You need to feel him, his skin against yours, the prickling of the hair on his chest against your sensitive skin. His hands trail up your sides, the drag of the fabric of your shirt against your skin making you whine. You need to feel him, not the synthetic material separating you. He slides his hands all the way up, skirting past your breasts and sensitive nipples to grip the neck of the shirt, ripping it down the center.Â
Your omega purrs happily at the display of strength, a quiet sigh leaving your lips as he pushes the shirt from your shoulders, freeing you from the overwhelming sensation. His hands flatten against your back, a content purr leaving your lips at the feeling of his skin against yours. You arch into him, pressing your hips against the prominent bulge in his pants. Your fingers tug at his own shirt, but you lack the strength to tear it off him, even as you paw at the fabric. You likely wouldnât have been able to anyway outside the throes of your heat.Â
âNeedy little thing.â He purrs, nipping at your bottom lip.Â
You chase his lips, kissing him harshly. His fingers dig into your back as you push your tongue into his mouth, licking at his own tongue. Your thighs clench around his hips at the thought of that tongue between your legs, more slick soaking the front of his pants as it gushes out of you.Â
His hands slide down to grip your hips, dragging your slit along the front of his jeans. You moan at the delicious friction, pulling away from his mouth to kiss down his throat. His beard tickles your skin as he tilts his head, bearing his throat to you. A low growl rumbles through your chest as he allows himself to be in such a vulnerable position. Youâre shaking in his arms as he guides your hips to grind against his pants, legs clenching around his hips. Youâre close, the pulsing beneath your veins getting stronger and stronger.Â
âGonna cum like this?â He growls, his grip almost bruising on your hips. âWithout me even touching you? Make yourself cum and Iâll give you what you need.âÂ
Your heat-addled brain somehow comprehends his words, picking out the parts it needs as you shift on his lap, dragging your clit against the seam of his jeans. Your face presses against his throat, devouring his scent straight from the source. It goes right to your head, the earthy scent nearly indistinguishable from the musk of his rut.Â
Your body shudders as your first orgasm rocks you, slick gushing out of you like a tidal wave. You sink your teeth into his shoulder, fingers digging into his skin.Â
âSon of a-â He curses, delivering a harsh slap to your bare ass. âFuckinâ naughty little omega.âÂ
You grin, lapping at the teeth marks youâve left on his skin as you press your ass into his hand. Your orgasm has provided a little relief, but itâs not enough. Itâs never enough. Not until you have his knot inside you.Â
You tug at his shirt again, bunching the fabric in your hands. âOff.â You whine, desperate to feel his skin against yours.Â
He finally acquiesces, pushing you back far enough to tug his shirt off. Drool drips down your chin as you stare at the skin now exposed to you. You canât help yourself as you lean forward, licking your way across his collarbones and his chest. You slide off his lap, kneeling between his legs as you lick your way down his chest, dragging your tongue across his soft stomach.Â
He grips the back of your neck, pulling you away from his skin. Your tongue is still sticking out, almost like itâs trying to taste every last bit of him that might be in the air. âFuck.â He groans, pushing you back as he moves to stand.Â
You grab his hand before he can fully stand, tugging with surprising strength. He falls into you, both of you falling back onto the floor in a mess of limbs. Your omega scratches in the back of your brain, your gaze sharpening as you wrestle with him, finally managing to pin him on the floor.Â
His eyes are almost black, a dangerous growl rumbling in his chest. Slick dribbles out of you, smearing on his stomach as you return his growl, baring your teeth at him. You want him to submit, you need him to submit to you. Your omega doesn't care about the obvious challenge, the stupidity of trying to control a rutting alpha.Â
Yet, he goes lax beneath you, his gaze still sharp and cautious as he stares at you.Â
Your growl softens into a purr as he relaxes, submitting to you for a moment. You bend down again, your tongue flattening against his skin once more. Your eyes are locked on his as you lick the beading sweat on his chest, purring at the saltiness of it on your tongue. You continue your way down his body, following the path down his chest and across his stomach. His eyes leave yours, watching the wiggle of your bare ass as you crawl backwards, continuing to lick across his stomach until you reach the puddle of shiny slick streaked across his skin.Â
He lets out a rumbling purr as you lap at your own slick. Itâs sweet from your pheromones, yet thereâs the familiar tang of your natural taste on your tongue as you clean the mess youâve made on your alphaâs skin.Â
As soon as you deem his skin clean enough you continue downward, licking at the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers are shaking as you paw at his pants, trying to get your fingers to work to remove the last barrier between you. You need your alphaâs cock, you need to see it, to taste it. Your mouth is watering as you fumble helplessly, unable to handle such fine motor skills when all your brain is screaming to do is fuck.Â
He pushes your hands out of the way, undoing his pants easily. He wiggles them down enough until his cock has sprung free, heavy and almost throbbing on his stomach. You stare at it wide eyed, drool slipping down your chin as you stare at it. You need it, you need his knot now, the burning under your skin intensifying from how close you are to finally getting what you need. You wrap your hand around his heavy length, the tip already leaking as you lean down, dragging your tongue from his balls to the tip. He lets out a groan as you close your lips around the head, flicking your tongue across his slit.Â
You hold his gaze, dragging your tongue across his head once more before lifting yourself and shifting over his hips. You hold his gaze as you drag his cock through your folds, your needy brain searching for the spot you need. You let out a whine as you find it, his head catching on your entrance. You donât hesitate, a long, desperate sounding whine falling from your lips as you sink down onto his length.Â
It goes in easily, your body opening to him eagerly, your slick aiding the process as it gushes down the length of his cock. You make it halfway before pausing, breathing for a moment before you sink the rest of the way down.Â
Your pussy flutters around him, a whimper leaving your lips. You could cum just like this, just from the stretch of his cock inside of you. Itâs still not enough, itâs still not what you need, but it does ease the ache throbbing in your pelvis.Â
He lays there, eyes hooded as he watches you, content to let yourself use him in your needy state for now. Your hands press against his stomach as he sinks almost impossibly deep inside you, your hips settling against his. He reaches up, pressing against the bulge in your pelvis, your hips jerking at the shock of pleasure that thrums through you.Â
He lets out a pleased rumble as you squeeze around him, slick dribbling out around the base of his cock. âBe a good omega, take what you need.â He commands, his alpha rough around the edges of his voice.Â
Your hands press firmly against his stomach, using him for leverage as you begin to move, lifting your hips and then letting them drop. Quiet whimpers leave your lips with every movement as his cock drags along your walls. The ache in your bones is finally starting to ease, the burning itch beneath your skin fading. You rock on your alphaâs cock, using his body for your pleasure as he lays there, content to watch you.Â
The low rumble in his chest vibrates through you, inaudible under your desperate whines and the squelch of your pussy on his cock, but you can feel it in your hands, your subconscious picking up on it in a way you canât understand. It only adds to the pleasure coursing through you, your clit throbbing from the friction against his jeans earlier.Â
Youâre tired, your legs shaking as you begin to slow down. The need pulsing through you is strong, but your heat-addled body is not. You whine desperately as you grind on his cock, seeking out any sort of pleasure you can get as your legs give out, too exhausted and weak to continue.Â
âWhatâs the matter?â John says, lips pulling up in a smirk. âPoor little omega getting tired? Canât fuck herself on my cock anymore?âÂ
âPlease...â You whine, nearly crying in desperation. âNeed your knot alpha.âÂ
âThen take it.â He says, not making any move to help you.Â
âCanât,â You whine. âNeed you to do it. Need you to take care of me.âÂ
He lets out a growl at your confession, his hands finally moving to your hips. He pulls you off of his cock, flipping you around so youâre on your knees, upper body pressed against the floor. You push your ass up as high as you can for him, presenting for your alpha. He lets out a pleased rumble, his fingers dragging through your slick coated slit. You whine needily, pushing back against his hand.Â
âEasy.â He says, pressing close behind you. âAlphaâs got you.âÂ
Your eyes nearly roll back as he sinks into you again, the change in position nearly making you see stars as he begins fucking in you, the snap of his hips against yours rocking your body on the carpet. Your knees burn but you can hardly feel it as he fucks you through an orgasm, your walls clenching desperately around his cock. Your brain is going hazy again as you feel the swelling at the base of his cock pushing up against your entrance, drool pooling on the carpet beneath you as you wait for it, wait for him to push his knot inside you and tie the two of you together.Â
âAlpha...alpha...â You chant the title like a mantra, the sounds slurring together as you push back against him.Â
âTake it,â He grunts, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you steady in place. He pushes against you, his knot stretching your pussy as he begins pushing it into you. âTake it...good girl.âÂ
You whine as his knot pops into place, your body shuddering with another orgasm from the gaping stretch around him. He grinds his hips against you, his knot tugging at the entrance of your pussy as you clench tightly around him. He cums with a groan, his body falling over yours as he spurts his seed into you. You lay there, whining and panting beneath him, sweat still dripping down your back.Â
Your brain is starting to float away, your mind going hazy again, but youâre not fighting it this time. Youâre giving into your instincts, unable to do anything but submit to them, submit to your alpha.Â
âIâve got you.â Price says softly, gently brushing the sweaty strands of hair from your face that have fallen loose from your braid.Â
You give into the haze, trusting him to take care of you.Â
Youâre not sure when you moved to the bed. Itâs the crackle of the mattress protector thatâs pulled you from your haze for a moment. One of those rare moments of clarity post-knot as you come back into your brain enough to be semi-aware of your surroundings. You wonât remember it by the time you come out of your heat, lost in the mush of hazy memories from the week.Â
Your pussy is pulsing around Johnâs knot, his chest pressed into your back. You still feel hot, feverish as you lay there half out of it. Johnâs right arm is under you, wrapped around so his hand is against your chest. Heâs holding the cap of an electrolyte bottle in his right hand, the plastic cool against your heated skin.Â
Thereâs hands moving in front of you, pulling a charging cord from one phone to put it in the other. Thereâs voices, but youâre too far in the haze to understand what theyâre saying. Thereâs a scent in the air, clearer and softer than the heavy musk thatâs settled in the room. It goes straight to your head, nearly making you black out again. You want to taste it, your tongue darting out to lick your lips.Â
Your hand shoots out, surprising even you with how fast itâs moved. Your brain feels slow as it tries to catch up with the movement, your fingers wrapped around someoneâs wrist. Your hand has a mind of its own as it pulls the wrist closer, pressing it against your face.Â
A soft, fresh scent fills your nose, your eyes fluttering as it pulses through you, your pussy convulsing around Johnâs knot. He groans behind you, his hips shifting just slightly in response. Your tongue darts out, licking at the wrist pressed against your face, trying to taste the scent.Â
Salty, briney, fresh. The sea, you remember from the haze in your mind. It smells like the sea. You continue to lick it, wanting it to consume you, to sink into your brain and ease the aching need.Â
âCareful, love.â A soft voice says, cutting through the scent-induced haze youâre in.Â
The attached body tries to pull the wrist in your grip away, but you let out a whine, fingers tightening around it as you pull it closer. You drag your tongue against the skin again, letting out a quiet whine. You need it, your hand trembling around his wrist.Â
The word feels heavy on your tongue, your heat-addled, scent drunk brain trying to form it on your lips, pushing it from your mind until it vibrates in the air audibly. The process feels like it takes minutes, when in reality it was likely only seconds. You tug on the wrist again, trying to bring the source closer.Â
ïżœïżœStay.âÂ
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warnings: 18+ only!!!, smut, stepdad!rafe, pervy!rafe, rafe meets reader when theyre 17 but nothing happens until 18, lots of use of daddy, taboo sex, age gap (rafe is early 30s reader is newly 18) scammer!rafe??, cheating, unprotected p in v sex, breeding, male and female receiving oral, fingering, virgin!reader, innocent!reader, lots of pet names (little one, little baby, baby girl, etc), reader is described as small chested and feels insecure about it, manipulation, power dynamic holy shit thats a lot of warnings
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rafe wasn't sure what to expect when he learned his newest mark had a 17 year old daughter.Â
he had long been cast out by his father, ward keeping him far away from the cameron investments, but he still carried the name.Â
rafe had found a new way to fortune, one that allowed him to rely on his natural talents, good looks and charm. he flirted with wealthy (usually older) women until they agreed to a date, then had them fall so completely in love that they married rapidly without prenup only for rafe to divorce them later and take a hefty sum away from them.
he already repeated he process three times in a little under five years. he was worried about the reputation he would get, if the rich women of the outer banks and surrounding areas would discover his scheme and he would be out of luck, so when a new divorced mother of one moved in to a sprawling mansion, rafe was quick to greet her and turn he flirt on.
the first time he saw you he was shocked how different you looked from your mother. he pictured her daughter to be a miniature version of herself, bold and chatty, flaunting tacky jewelry and guady animal print.
but you were almost the stark different. sharing the same bouncing head of curly hair was where the similarities seemed to end. it was a âfamily pool partyâ where rafe first saw you. it was more of an excuse for your mother to bring her friends around and show off her new younger boy toy who was just head over heels for her.
you greeted rafe with a quiet hello before retreating back into the shade, covered in a pale yellow sundress, but the blue of your bikini straps were peaking out, making rafe hopeful that you would get into the pool, but you spent the entire party under the shade of the balcony while your mother paraded him around.
he found a quiet moment while she was distracted with her margarita to slip away, coming to sit next to you on the soft white jacquard couch, another symbol of your mother's wealth, having such an expensive piece of furniture outside without a care if it dirtied or got ruined my the frequent bad weather.
âhello little one.â rafe says softly, afraid by the look on your face that he would startle you into running and hiding.
âhi rafe.â you whisper, hands twisting in your lap as nerves turn in your stomach. he's the first man your mom has dated since her divorce, and you're glad to see her happy, but rafe is not what you were expecting. your mother told you her new boyfriend was young, but you didn't expect early 30s when your mother is pushing 50. âmy mom has told me a lot about you.â
it's not exactly a lie, she has gone on and on when she gets home from dates with rafe, it's just that you've gotten very used to tuning your mother out.
âyeah, she's told me a lot about you too.â rafe leans in closer, âwhy don't you tell me a bit more?â
âi-i-um.â you stutter over your words, eyes shooting down to your lap after making brief eye contact.
âdo i make you nervous, y/n?â rafe asks, practically purring your name out.
you laugh awkwardly, tucking your hair behind your ear as you fein a sudden interest in the partygoers to give you an excuse of something to look at. âeveryone makes me nervous.â you whisper. it's not like rafe doesn't already know, you're sure he can tell from your behavior. you have a lot of issues after your dad abandoned you and your mom, and it manifested mostly in anxiety.
âoh, poor baby.â rafe pouts, placing his hand on your chin and turning you to face him, not letting you avoid the eye contact.
âim not a baby.â you say, eyes flickering all over rafes face as you take in the details close up, his powerful cheekbones and shining eyes. âi turn 18 next month.â
âoh yeah?â rafe releases your chin, and you somehow gain the confidence to keep looking at him, drinking in his features. âare you going to invite me to your party?â
âim not going to have a party.â you say, like it's obvious.
rafe goes to push back, starting to argue âbut a pretty little thing like yourself-â when your mother cuts him off with a yell of his name, making both of your heads snap to her, where she's waving rafe over to introduce him to a new friend that just entered the backyard.
rafe sighs, slipping his hand onto your lap and giving your thigh a squeeze before standing up. he looks back before he walks away, again maintaining eye contact as he says âit was nice to meet you y/n. ill be seeing you a lot more from now on.â
and rafe keeps true to his word. he continues to swoon your mom, but makes a point to spend time with you as well. your mom sees it as a show of how serious he is about the relationship, she doesn't realize how rafe looks at you.
âyour birthday is this weekend?â rafe questions, but it's more of a statement. he takes a strand of your hair and twirls it around your finger, unable to keep his hands away.
âyeah.â you whisper, trying to pay attention to the project you were working on, your sketchbook sat in your lap, angled so rafe couldn't see what you were drawing.
âand you still don't want a party? what do you want to do then little one?â rafe kept using the nickname, even after you pushed back that you are almost a legal adult and not little.
âi don't even have any friends here.â you sigh, almost wishing you were back in high school so you could have a way to meet people your age. âthey're all back in california.âÂ
you send out a silent curse to your father, and your mother. your father for leaving you, and your mother for reacting to it by moving across the country to the opposite coast, escaping the pain and embarrassment in favor of you losing all your friends and everything you knew.
âwhat are you going to do for your birthday then?â rafe asks as you start to draw again, finding it easier to talk when your charcoal pencil is also moving against the page.
âprobably nothing. maybe see a movie.â you shrug. you've gotten used to doing things on your own. despite mostly staying in the house, you did occasionally need breaks from the same scenery, and more aptly, your mother. you always hoped you'd meet someone your age, but even when you were out doing things solo and saw other teens, you couldn't bring yourself to speak to them, your shyness winning the battle over wanting friends.
âi'll come with you, little one.â rafe offers. he was close to getting a ring on your moms finger, in record time. the divorce made her not only vulnerable but also needy to replace the husband figure in her life, not realizing that all of rafes money came from running this same scam. he could use hanging out with you on your birthday to his advantage, showing your mother how serious he is about the relationship.
âokay.â you whisper, hand shaking causing you to mess up the drawing, excited and nervous for the weekend. it's not that you dislike spending time with rafe, he just makes you nervous, like any ridiculously good looking man would.
âiâll see you saturday then.â rafe says, standing up as your mom enters the room, now dressed and primped, ready to go on the date rafe was whisking her away on.
you keep your eyes trained on your sketchbook as rafe greets your mother with a kiss, and you cringe knowing her tacky red lipstick is going to leave a stain on his mouth, but you don't look up to see.
--
âhi little baby.â rafe greets you after sending your mom out for a spa day, giving you time to go see a movie together. you don't even care that your mom is away on your birthday, you rather spend it this way.
âhi rafe.â you say, not bothering to correct him that you are in fact 18 now and not little or a baby.
rafe surprises you when he wraps his arms around your shoulders, squeezing you into a hug. you freeze up, not used to the intimate contact. your dad never hugged you his way, and your mom was never very affectionate either.Â
âhappy birthday.â rafe purrs into your ear, burying his head in your hair, nuzzling into the curls.
âthanks.â you mumble, keeping your arms flat against your sides as rafe pulls away. you definitely didn't have the confidence to hug him back.
rafe stays quiet as he leads you out the door with a steady hand on your back, making you shiver as goosebumps rise up your arms despite the warm north carolina air. he even gives you a hand to help you up into his truck.
âdo you want to get dinner first, pretty baby?â rafe asks you as he starts up the truck and shifts it into gear. you feel your cheeks flame at the name, wriggling your hands together in your lap in nervousness.
âno.â you whisper, and you're surprised rafe can hear you over the sound of his truck. âi, um-â you pause to clear your throat. âi don't want to get full on food and not want popcorn. maybe we can go after.âÂ
âsounds good.â rafe says, even though you don't really want to be spending more time with him. it's not that you don't want your mom to be happy, but it's weird to see her with someone other than your dad.
rafes hand slides across the center console, gripping your thigh through your jeans. you tense your leg in surprise at the contact, expecting him to squeeze and then let go, but rafe keeps his hand on your thigh the entire ride there.Â
âhold on, iâll open the door for you, birthday girl.â rafe says after pulling into a parking spot. you wait for rafe to walk around the hood, tugging to door open and giving you a hand out that you graciously accept, willing to put up with the physical contact so you don't risk falling and embarrassing yourself even worse.
rafe leads you into the theatre, and he orders the tickets and popcorn for you, knowing how much you hate talking to others, especially service workers.
âim so excited to see this movie!â you say, taking your seat towards the back of the theatre, rafe setting the popcorn on the armrest in between the two of you. he's surprised to see how genuine your statement is, finally opening up and showing a bit of your emotions.
âif you're excited, then im excited too little one.â rafe says, grabbing a piece of popcorn and sticking it in his mouth.
--
ây/n i want to ask you something.â rafe calls, stopping your quick ascent up the stairs as you tried to flee before he or his mother stopped you.Â
âokay.â you mumble, walking back down the couple stairs you had managed to make it up.
âin private.â rafe clarifies, and you glance between him and your mom, but she just nods that it's okay before turning to the kitchen, becoming distracted by finding herself some wine to drink.
âwe can talk if your room if it makes you more comfortable.â rafe says, and you blanche at the idea. no one ever goes in your room, not your mom or even the maids.
âhow about the study?â you offer instead, your second favorite location in the house, with cherry wood bookshelves covering every one of the walls and two plush couches in the middle providing a comfortable reading area.
rafe places his hand on your back, fingers playing with the material of your sweater as you walk to the study. upon entering, you flick on a lamp and sit down on one of the couches, hoping rafe will take the one across from you, but of course he slides right next to you, pressing your thighs together.
âwhat is it you want to talk about?â you ask, your heart beat somehow remaining steady. you realize it's because you've become more comfortable around rafe, even if his touches did still send a jolt through your body.
âive really been enjoying spending time getting to know you, little one.â rafe places a hand on your thigh, just under where your shorts end. he looks down, marveling how soft your skin is and how small your legs are compared to his hand. âyour mother as well, of course.â rafe adds, almost like she's an after thought.
âi was hoping that you would want to spend more time with me. i would like to ask your permission to ask your mother to marry me.â
your eyebrows shoot up at the question. rafe has only been dating your mom for around five months now, and marriage this soon after a divorce seems like such a rush decision, but who are you to judge? you've never been married, you've never been in love.
âi-i guess that would be okay.â you see how happy rafe makes your mom, who are you to deny her that happiness?
âthank you.â rafe smiles, hand moving higher until he's tucked in between your thighs, feeling the heat radiating from your core. he strokes over your thigh as you spread your legs ever so slightly, giving him more space to work. your eyes fluttered closed, lost in the pleasure and rafe hasn't even touched over your underwear yet, just focusing on your inner leg.
âgonna be your new daddy.â rafe hums, his voice bringing you out of the trance that his hands put you in.
you stand up suddenly, making rafe frown as you run out of the study and up to your bedroom, slamming the door shut and heading over to your desk, looking at the drawing of rafe that you had just finished. you take the piece of paper and turn it face down, not wanting to think about him at the moment, wondering when he is going to propose to your mother.
--
âi can dress myself.â you say, looking at the sparkly pink dress hanging on the back of the door, decorated in fabric petals to signify your role as flower girl, even though you told your mom that you were okay not being part of the wedding party, she insisted that you had to participate in her special day.
âyour mother specifically asked me to help you get dressed. what kind of future husband would i be if i didn't listen to her?â rafe raises his eyebrows, already dressed in his wedding suit.
âcan you turn around then?â you question, gesturing for him to turn, face out the window of the venue your mother had rented for the wedding. the grounds are beautiful, filled with flowers and neatly trimmed bushes.
âwhat if something happens, baby?â rafe shakes his head. âi can't help you if im turned around.â
âyou want me to get undressed in front of you?â you squeal.
âcome on, im about to be your dad.â rafe says softly. âbesides, im just helping you into your dress. unless you want me to help you take those clothes off too?â
âno!â you shake your head, looking one more time to rafe to see if he's going to look away, but he makes no move to as you pull you unbutton your shirt, careful not to have worn a shirt that required pulling off over the head since your hair and makeup is already done.Â
you're thankful for the simple bra covering your breasts as you keep your eyes on the floor, tugging your pants off.Â
rafe stands up straight from his position leaning over he armoire and grabs your dress, lowering it to the ground so you can step in, having already unzipped it in preparation.
you step in quickly, wanting to get covered again as soon as possible, feeling the burn of rafes stare on your scantily clad body, but for your fast movements, rafe is slow, gliding the dress up your body, hands occasionally brushing against your bare skin until the neckline is finally in its proper place.
rafe rounds your body, tugging the zipper up, again letting his finger drag against your skin all the way up.
âyou look so beautiful.â rafe ducks his head, kissing your shoulder. you gasp at his lips on you, leaning back into his body as your mind goes dizzy.
âcan't wait to be your daddy.â rafe presses another kiss to the space between your shoulder and neck before standing straight, wrapping his hand around yours.Â
âlet me walk you outside, little princess.â rafe is glowing, and you know logically it must be because of his wedding day to your mom, but a large part of you hopes that it's also because he's excited for you as well.Â
--
âhow does a boat day sound, little one?â rafe asks, tugging on your curl that had fallen in front of your face.
âi thought mom had a facial today?â you question, closing your book after slotting the bookmark to save your page.
âshe does, i thought the two of us could go. some daddy daughter bonding time.â rafe says, always making a point to have solo time with you since he got married to your mom two months ago.
âokay, that sounds fun.â you nod, wanting an excuse to lay out and tan, and you've found yourself loving spending time with rafe, especially now that he was officially part of the family. he certainly would never replace your dad, but he's made an effort to make you more comfortable around him.
âlet me help you pick out a bikini.â rafe says, and you hop up off the couch as he starts to move towards your room.
âno, rafe, that's okay.â you rush after him, taking the stairs as fast as you can.
âcome on, let me see. ive never even been in your room!â rafe says, reaching for your doorknob, but you thrust yourself in front of the door, blocking him.
âi⊠i have my drawings on the wall. i don't want you to see them.â you bite your lip, hoping rafe doesn't push.
âdrawings of me?â rafe asks, touching his fingers to your chin and tilting your head up.
âsome of them.â you admit, opening the door and trying to close it before rafe can see, but he grabs the wood and forces his body in before you can slam it behind him.
you press your back into the wall as rafe scans the room. you have an entire wall decorated with your drawings taped up. most are black and white with charcoal but you've colored some in as well. there are a lot of rafe, a lot of your mom, of friends you miss that live back in california. the one rafe walks up to is a nature sketch, of the outer banks beaches that you've come to live just as much as the packed los angeles ones.
âyou're so talented.â rafe says earnestly. âhow come you don't show people your art?âÂ
âbecause they're just for me.â you say honestly. you've never had the urge to show your drawings to other people or pursue art further. it just wasn't something that girls in your family did. they were good wives and hostesses. they didn't have time consuming hobbies, especially if they didn't create an instant profit.
âwell if you ever decide to sell anything, let me know right away. iâd pay anything to have one of your works hanging in my house.â
you don't mention that his house is now your house, considering he moved in with you right after the wedding. you're too busy blushing over the fact that he likes your art that much, what you deem just quick sketches, he thinks they're good enough to be displayed.
ânow where are your bikinis?â rafe questions, moving on from the conversation, knowing you're not bold enough to change the topic yourself.
âum, hold on.â you open up your closet and grab a box out, dumping them all onto your bed. you're not sure why rafe wants to choose your swimsuit, but you don't question it.
rafe hums as he looks through the bikinis, tossing the ones he disapproves of back into the box.
âyou dressed pretty slutty back in california, huh?â rafe looks at you, now moved back to your position of being pressed against the wall.
âi-â you begin to explain yourself, but rafe bursts out laughing. âdon't look so scared, little one. im not angry. why don't you wear this one?â he tossed your orange bikini at you, probably the skimpiest one you own with the back being just a thong and cups barely big enough to cover your chest.
rafe doesn't say another word, exiting your room and leaving you to take a deep breath. you change into the bikini, looking at yourself in your full length mirror, surprised how much you've filled out the bikini since you last wore it a couple months ago. north carolina has done well for your appetite, filling in your stomach and plumping up your bum. you try to adjust your top to give you the illusion of bigger boobs, but it doesn't work. that's one part of you that didn't fill out at all.
you pull a coverup on over your body before you slip your feet into your sandals. rafe may have seen you in your underwear before but the various employees your mom always has around the house have not.
âready, pretty baby?â rafe asks when you plop down the stairs, a tote bag in hand that you can see a couple water bottles sticking out of. rafe must be planning on taking the speedboat instead of the yacht, considering your mom insists on keeping it fully stocked despite not really enjoying being on the water, preferring to look at it from afar.
âvery ready, d-â you pause when you realize you were about to call rafe daddy. you have just called him by his first name since he got married to your mom, but it almost slipped out anyways, some part of your subconscious associating him with that.
âit's okay, little one, if you want to call me daddy if you want to, or you can just call me rafe.â rafe says, taking your hand as he leads you out towards the dock, looking like your personal marina. you just nod on acknowledgement.
âspeedboat today?â you ask as rafe leads you down.
âwhatever you want.â he shrugs.
âsomething with a bed that i can lay and tan on?â you suggest, and rafe steers you towards the smaller of your family yachts.
you take a seat near the front of the ship as rafe goes to the helm to steer you to a secret spot he claims to know of. you pull out your sketchbook and shield it from the wind as you sketch out your view of rafe, a story up behind the dashboard of gears and gages as he drives the boat. you even include the reflection of the sun on the glass.
âhere we are.â rafe anchors the boat near a sandbar with clear pale yellow sand, surprisingly devoid of any seaweed or debris.
âit's so pretty.â you say, making a mental note to sketch it before the tide rises. âit must have been so nice to grow up here.â
âmmm.â rafe nods, taking his shirt off. your eyes widen as he reveals his muscles. it's not the first time that you've seen him shirtless, but you've never been this close, and never alone.
âwanna swim before you tan kiddo?â rafe questions.
âum, yeah.â you shrug. you weren't that interested in swimming originally but now that you're at the sandbar you'd definitely like to explore.
âthen you'll have to take your cover up off, show me your cute little body.â rafe says, tugging on the strap of your clothing.
âoh, right.â you hum, pulling the dress off over your head. rafe bites his lip, placing a hand on your waist.Â
âhow do you not have a boyfriend? with a gorgeous body like this.â rafe sighs, slowly moving his hand lower, tangling his fingers in the strings of your bikini bottoms.
âshy, remember?â you giggle, letting yourself step closer to rafe as he looks down at you.
âyou're too pretty to not be appreciated properly, little baby.â rafe sighs again, like he's actually upset at the thought of you being lonely.
you suddenly remember that rafe isn't some random older guy interested in you, but your step dad. the man your mom is newly married to. you step away and to avoid speaking any more, jump over the side of the boat into the sparkling water.
--
âso just rafe and i for the next week?â you question your mom, following her around her luxurious master suite as she packs a suitcase.
âit may be two weeks.â your mother says, shoving her clothes in before turning to her wall of heels.
âwhy isn't rafe going with you?â you question.
ây/n.â your mother sighs, stopping her work to turn to you. âplease leave me alone to pack. i have to finish this divorce settlement with your father. as much as i'd like to show rafe off to him, rafe has business he needs to tend to here in the outer banks.â
you go to question what business, considering rafe doesn't seem to do anything other than flaunt after your mother, or sneak away moments with you when she's busy, but your mother gives you a pointed look so you shut your mouth, leaving the room.
--
âitll be nice to have some alone time with my favorite little girl.â rafe says, throwing his arm around you, pulling you into his side. you lean into him, reminding yourself over and over that your dad used to cuddle like this on the couch with you when you were little.
âdon't you have business?â you question, letting your finger trace patterns on rafes jeans, swirling over the rough material.
ânothing that's more important then spending time with you.â rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you're glad he can't see your face as it turns pink.
âcould we have ice cream tonight?â you ask. you've been allowing yourself more and more to indulge in sweets.
âthat sounds good, honey. do you want to choose the movie?â rafe hands you the remote and you turn something on, keeping yourself resting against his warm body.
you're about halfway through the movie when your tummy rumbles. you honestly got so engrossed in the film you forgot you were even leaning up against your step dad.
âis baby girl hungry?â rafe questions. âwe can pause the movie and eat some ice cream now.â
you reach for the remote and pause it, mumbling something about wanting strawberry ice cream as rafe follows you into the kitchen, opening up the freezer and pulling out strawberry for you, and vanilla for himself.
âhey kiddo, get us bowls.â rafe asks you as he gets spoons. you have to get on your tiptoes to reach the shelf the bowls are on, cursing your short mother for giving you these genes.Â
you slide yourself up onto the counter as rafe hands you your now filled bowl. you barely have time to say thank you before putting the spoon in your mouth, letting out a moan as the taste hits your tongue. you've been craving ice cream all day and it's completely hitting the spot. you work quickly through the bowl, letting your satisfaction out in the forms of moans.
âstop moaning like that, baby.â rafe says, making you jump from the sudden and unusual roughness in his voice.
ââm sorry.â you look down at your bowl of ice cream, setting it on the counter.
âit's okay.â rafe sighs, setting his bowl down as well.
âare you upset with me?â you ask, feeling tears well up in your eyes.
âno, little girl, im not.â rafe frowns, moving between your legs, your face for once the same height as his with you sat up on the counter. he takes your face in his big hands, stroking the rough pad of his thumb over your cheek.
âsorry baby girl. will you forgive me?â rafe tilts your face to keep you looking at him.
âyeah.â you nod, just glad that rafe isn't annoyed with you.
âyou have ice cream on your mouth.â rafe says, and you reach up to wipe it off when rafe suddenly leans in, his mouth pressing against yours, tongue flickering out and licking over your lip, tasting the strawberry ice cream as well as a taste that is simply you.
you gasp in surprise, allowing rafe to slip his tongue into your mouth. you're not sure what to do, or how to react. you've kissed before, but never one as passionate or with this much tongue involved.Â
rafe presses another kiss to your lips before pulling away. your eyes are wide when he doesn't say anything to explain himself, simply looking at you.
âyou just kissed me!â you say, as if he's unaware of his actions.
âi did, baby girl. did your dad not give you kisses?â he tilts his head to the side.
âmaybe when i was little, and certainly not like that.â you gulp, wondering how your mom would feel if she saw that, but she wasn't home of course.
âwell then it sounds like he wasn't a good father. good thing you have daddy rafe in your life now. do you want another kiss?â
âi- i think i do.â you say, licking your lips, not giving your brain any time to become reasonable and back out.Â
rafe presses his lips against yours again, and you find yourself kissing back. you fist your hands in his shirt, tugging him closer as you moan into his mouth, repeating the same sinful noises from when you were eating your ice cream.
âgod, baby, your moans make me so hard.â rafe says against your lips, giving you only a quick second to take a deep breath before he's back to kissing you.
âdo you wanna help out your daddy?â rafe asks, moving his lips to your jaw as he kisses there.
âyes.â you answer honestly. rafe has shown you nothing but affection, something you were so severely lacking that you would do anything for him to make up for it.
âwant you to suck my cock.â rafe says, making you pull away from the kiss.
âi can't do that!â you say. not to mention that you have no clue how, but you certainly can't do that with your moms husband.
âbut you can, baby. it's alright. you trust me, right?â rafe hums, in which you give a little nod.
âthen you can help me out. you're so beautiful, baby girl. i can make you feel good too.â
âyou can?â you question, tilting your head to the side.
âi can. we can go upstairs to your bedroom if it makes you feel more comfortable. i told you this beautiful little body needed to be appreciated. remember that, kiddo? so let me appreciate you.â
âwhat about mom?â you question. there's no way she would be okay with this.
âwe don't have to tell her. we can just say we had a lot of daddy daughter time and keep it between us. our little secret.â
you're not sure what to say. as much as you want to see what this appreciation rafe is talking about feels like, you're nervous about hurting your mom or taking things too far, after all, rafe is your step dad.
âlet me just give you another kiss while you think about it.â rafe says, placing one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist. âjust a nice daddy daughter kiss, nothing naughty about it, little one.â
rafe presses his lips against yours, and all thought you have go out the window as you kiss him back, becoming more confident in your movements the longer you go. rafe tugs you closer to the edge of the counter, and you are quick to wrap your arms around his shoulders, trying to copy whatever you've learned from watching movies as well as doing what feels best.
rafe slips his tongue into your mouth again, and you cry out around it when he presses his hips forward, nestling something hard and rigid against your core.
âupstairs, please.â you whisper.Â
rafe nods, wrapping his arms around your hips and lifting you easily. you don't know how he navigates the house so well while you're still kissing, too engrossed in his lips to even let him see properly to walk faster.Â
he takes you to your room, your safe space that only he has been in. he sets you down on the bed, and you whine when your lips disconnect.
âshh, baby, im gonna make you feel real good soon. wanna suck daddies cock first?â rafe presses his thumb against your bottom lip, now pink and swollen from the intense make out.
âive never done it before, i-i don't know how.â you admit, dropping your eyes to rafes crotch, the way his length is straining against his pants.
âill teach you, baby.â rafe takes his shirt off, and you can't resist reaching out and running your hands over his smooth abs.
âyou want to take your shirt off too, honey? let me see your cute little tits.â
you nod, letting rafe help you out of your shirt.
âno bra?â rafe questions, eyes widening when he realized he spent all day with you, not knowing you were bare under your shirt until now.
âits not like i need one.â you blush, going to reach to cover your chest, but rafe stops you.
âdon't feel insecure, baby girl. your body is gorgeous. can i touch your chest?â rafe asks. you nod, your nipples jutting out from your skin now that they're exposed to the cold air.
rafe cups your tits, pushing what little is there up. he swipes his thumb over your nipple, making you throw your head back in pleasure. rafe smiles down at you, rubbing over your tits, feeling them with his palms, the way your nipples are hard against them.
âfeels so good.â you whine, not even realizing that you had squeezed your eyes hard shut.
âi know, baby.â rafe chuckles, kneeling into the floor between your legs. âlet me show you how good my mouth feels too.â rafe pulls you closer to the edge, wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
âoh my god, daddy!â you shout out, tangling your hands in rafes hair and holding him to your chest, never wanting the feeling to stop.
âmhm.â rafe mumbles against your skin, pressing a kiss to your nipple before gliding his tongue across your chest to the other side. âdaddys gonna take real good care of you.â
âi wanna take care of you too.â you say as rafe sucks on your nipple, tugging it between his teeth gently. you hadn't forgotten the original reason you came upstairs, and want to see what you felt pressing against you earlier.
rafe straightens up, taking your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze before placing it over his crotch. you experiment with what makes rafe feel good as you feel him over his jeans, keeping your eyes on his face. you stroke the hard length, focusing on where you're guessing the tip is, and judging from the way rafe is groaning, it feels good.
âwanna see it.â you say, tugging on his waistband. âplease.â you add in for good manners.
âoh, my baby girl, you never have to beg me.â rafe says, undoing his pants and pulling them down, stepping out and licking them away. your eyes widen when you realize there's a small wet spot on his underwear where you were focusing on earlier.
âare you ready?â rafe asks, his thumbs nudging under the waistband of his underwear.
âyes.â you nod, taking your eyes off his crotch as he drops the last layer of fabric, blinking up at rafe through fluttering eyelashes. rafe smiles at you, a soft grin reassuring you as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.
you let your eyes close, focusing on the kiss as you reach out, exploring with your hands as you grasp his length, gasping into the kiss as you stroke your hand up and down. you don't know much about what you're doing, but you can tell that his cock is long and thick, you're barely able to wrap your small hand around him.
âfeels so good, baby girl. making daddy so happy.â rafe says, groaning as you stroke your fingertip over the tip of his cock, collecting some of that wetness that you saw earlier.
rafe pulls away, standing back up straight as you finally look down, feeling a funny feeling in your stomach as you take in his cock, long and hard jutting away from his body, the tip a beautiful pink color that you want to capture with paint some day.
you take your fingertip into your mouth, licking over the wetness, the salty taste spreading over your tongue.Â
âyou can just touch for longer if you're not ready to suck me yet.â rafe says, running a hand over your hair.
you don't respond, leaning forward and taking his tip into your mouth, furrowing your brows as you try to work out what to do, flicking your tongue over the head of his cock.
âthat's good, baby girl.â rafe moans, resisting the urge to thrust forward, letting you explore on your own as you pull off to lick down his length, tracing over the vein running along the underside until you get to the base and press kisses as you move back up.
you take his cock back into your mouth, trying to take as much as him as you can, only managing a few inches before you gag and pull off a little. you suck the best you can with him taking up so much space, being aware of where your teeth are and not letting them touch the sensitive skin. you'd never want to hurt rafe.
âfeels so good, little one.â rafe groans, pressing his hand to the back of your head, pushing you back down onto his cock, further and further until you sputter and have to pull off with a cough.
âare you okay?â rafe questions, but you just give a quick nod before retaking him in your mouth, closing your eyes and focusing on moving up and down, even though you can't take him all the way, you focus on keeping a rhythm, repeating whatever motion makes rafe moan the loudest.
âyou can use your hand too.â rafe says, taking your hand in his and wrapping it around the base of his length. you hum in acknowledgement, pulling off to lick at rafes tip to get more of the salty taste as your hand strokes up and down his cock. you kiss his very tip, almost as a thank you for your step daddy for letting you make him feel good.
âim so proud of you, my little baby.â rafe says, and you glow under his praise, sucking his cock back between your lips as you bob your head, running your tongue over him as well.
âfuck!â rafe suddenly pulls away, making you pout.Â
âcome back daddy.â you try to reach out for them, but rafe reaches down and squeezes his cock tightly by the base, chest heaving.
âyou almost made daddy feel too good.â he says, giving his cock a quick stroke like he's unable to resist it.
âwere you⊠going to cum?â you question, quirking your head to the side.
âand what would you know about cumming?â rafe questions, making you blush.
âive watched movies!â you argue.
âwant me to help you learn more? i can make you cum.â
âh-how?â you question. sure, you've seen movies but you haven't exactly studied the details.
âi can use my mouth and fingers to make you feel good, just like you did for me, baby girl.â rafe explains, and you don't hesitate to nod.
âgonna have to take your pants off then, baby.â rafe explains, helping you stand up on slightly shaky legs as you pull your pants down, taking your underwear with it, not wanting to waste time before rafe helps you feel good.
âwhy don't you lay down?â he asks, running a finger over your cheek. you nod, laying down on your bed, head against your pillows, keeping your legs pressed firmly together, worried about how wet you are in your private area.
rafe climbs onto the bed, hovering his body over yours, admiring his tiny and innocent you look beneath him, despite being completely nude. he presses down, his cock rubbing against your stomach as he captures your mouth, tongue flicking into yours. you relax into the bed, feeling safe again getting kisses from your daddy.
âspread those legs for me.â he emplores you. âlet me see your pretty little pussy.â
you part your thighs, rafe moving down your body, pressing kisses to your chest and stomach as he gets closer and closer to where you are craving.
he finally settles in between your legs, hands gripping your thighs. he stares at your glistening pussy, shiny with your wetness.
rafe slowly rubs his finger over your slit before parting your lips, his breath catching when he sees all of you. he leans in tongue falling out as he licks a wide stripe over your cunt.
âoh my god, rafe!â you cry out, back arching, having never experienced such a feeling before.
âyou taste delicious, kiddo.â rafe says, burying his face in your cunt as he continues lapping over your cunt, overwhelming you with pleasure.
you whine as he switches to kissing, also giving your inner thighs some attention. he places his hand at the top of your cunt, pulling up to stretch out your skin as he leans in and gives your skin a kiss in a new spot, one that makes you scream, body shaking as you attempt to move away, the pleasure too much for you to take.
âshh, it's okay.â rafe says, moving back to kissing your thighs.
âwhat was that?â you question, breathing heavily, causing your chest to heave.
âthat was your clit, baby. kissing that is like how i felt when you were kissing the tip.â he explains, not judging you for your inexperience. âcan i keep going?â
âyes, daddy, please.âÂ
rafe listens, but makes sure to move slowly, getting you used to his mouth in the area as he licks around your clit without directly touching it. you moan out a mix of his name and daddy, blabbing about how good it is when his tongue flicks over your clit, sending another flood of wetness over your cunt.
âgood girl.â rafe says quickly, hoping that's all the praise you need to be comfortable, not wanting to take his mouth off of your pussy as he concentrates on your clit, going from holding his tongue flat against it to flicking quickly, showing you all the different types of things he can do to pleasure you.
âst-stop.â you say, trying to shove rafes head away when you feel something building in you, not wanting to topple over the edge. âit's too much!â you shout, but rafe does something new, taking your clit between his lips and sucking it in his mouth.
âim gonna- im gonna-â you sob out some sort of warning, unsure of what is actually going to happen as your sobs shift into a scream, your hips picking up off the bed as you try to squeeze them shut, but rafes hand pushes your thighs to keep them open.
you fall over whatever edge you were on, vision going black as shaking overtakes your body, and controversially to what your were trying to do earlier, you now press your cunt into rafes face as he keeps sucking, working you through your high as he pets your thighs, hoping the bit of soft loving attention helps you through it.
âoh my god, daddy.â you whine, tears streaming down your face as he pulls off, pressing a kiss to your cunt before moving up your body, pulling you against him as he flips, allowing you to rest against his chest.
âit's okay, baby, breathe.â he soothes you, his hand rubbing over your back.
âthat was really good.â you tell rafe after a minute of struggling to get your breath back. âthank you daddy.â you lean in and give him a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.
âwant to keep going? or we can be done for tonight if that's what you need, little baby.â rafe says, wanting to take things at your pace, especially after seeing how explosive your orgasm was.
âmore.â you say, slotting your leg over rafes body, pressing your chest into his, rubbing your nipples against his skin as you connect your lips, this time taking control of the kiss.
you rub your cunt against rafes abs, soaking them in your slick.
âbaby-â rafe warns as you move down, rubbing your cunt over his cock.
âfuck me, daddy.â you say, wanting to feel good together.
âlet me-â rafe tries to get out, but you push his cock against your hole, trying to slide down when your get a flare of pain, shouting and pulling off.
âbaby girl, you have to let me finger you first. as much as i want you right now, ive got to open you up since it's your first time.â rafe explains, and you whimper out, nodding.
âcome sit on my tummy, come on.â rafe tugs your hips, and you move so you're sat on his abs, leaning back slightly so your cunt is on show.
âlet me know if it hurts, okay?â rafe says, his hands rubbing over your inner thighs, admiring how tiny you are even when sat on top of him.
âi will daddy.â you hum as he strokes his pointer finger over your cunt, making sure to get it thoroughly wet. he moves down to your entrance, circling it before pressing the tip of his finger against it, breaking through the tight ring of muscle.Â
âoh, fuck.â you cry out, reaching behind you to grip rafes hips for stability.
rafe can move easily with one finger because of how wet you are, pushing all the way in with relative ease, but he can feel how you're still squeezing around him.
âgonna add a second, okay.â rafe gives you a warning, not wanting to take too long before he can get inside of you, needing to be buried in your cunt.
rafe pushes a second finger in, making you whine at the sudden stretch. he moves in and out with pace, not letting you focus on the pain as pleasure quickly overtakes you.
âthere you go, stay nice and relaxed for me little one.â rafe says, and you make an effort to breathe and keep your legs from going taut as he scissors his fingers, thumb coming to rub over your clit when he sees your face twist in pain.
âi know it hurts, baby, but trust your daddy. gonna make it feel all better.â he says softly, wanting to pull you down into another kiss but knowing you need to focus on staying calm at the moment.
âit's okay, i do trust you daddy.â you say, voice breathy.
âlove you so much.â rafe says, flicking over your clit as you cry out, never having heard rafe say the words to you before, but of course he does, he's your step dad after all.Â
âplease, inside me, p-please.â you moan out.
âokay, fuck-â rafe curses out. âokay.â he takes his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth to clean off before flipping so you're on your back on the bed, his body hovering over yours, hips slotted between yours like he was meant to be there.Â
âim gonna try and go slow.â rafe says, the key word there being try. he knows how hard it's been to resist you this long, it's going to be even harder to control himself once he's inside you.
rafe grabs his cock, rubbing the tip over your messy cunt before lining up with your entrance, sinking forward as he pushes inside of your heat. you cry out, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulders, needing the connection to get through this as his hips press all the way in, his cock lodged deep inside of you.
âbreathe through it, baby girl.â rafe says, stroking your hips with his large hands as you take a stuttering breath, adjusting to his length inside you.
you circle your hips, brows furrowed as you get used to the sensation. you press up, then down, moving yourself while he stays still, allowing you to explore.
âi-i gotta move baby.â rafe finally says, and you nod, still keeping him squeezed close to you as his hips move back, his cock sliding almost completely out of you before pushing back in, keeping his self control by moving slowly.
âthis is what a good step daddy does?â you ask, rubbing your hand over the back of his head.
âyes, i take care of you, baby.â rafe says, burying his head in your neck, kissing the sensitive skin there.
âi love you daddy.â you tell rafe, clenching your cunt around him when he starts to move faster, rafe letting a grunt out against your skin.
âso good for me, little one. our little secret.â rafe picks up speed, his cock stretching you open, making space for himself.
âcan we-â you gasp out when he pushes all the way in, his hips rubbing against your clit. âcan we keep doing this? even when mom gets back?â now that you've felt this level of pleasure, you don't want to go back to going without it.
âof course, baby. we just have to be careful.â he says, sucking a light hickey into your neck, one that should heal before your mom gets back.
âis it bad?â you ask, even as you spread your thighs apart more, âis it bad that we are doing this? won't mom be mad if she finds out?â
âbaby, don't worry about that.â he sighs, picking his head up to look you in the eye. âjust focus on how good you feel. i love you, i don't love your mom like this.â
âyou don't?â you question, eyebrows raising up.
âthe love a daddy feels for his little girl is different.â rafe says, pressing his cock as deep as he can inside of you, and you swear he's all the way into your stomach.
âyou don't fuck her like this?âÂ
âno, only you. my little girl.â rafe kisses you, and you moan into the kiss, moving your legs to wrap around his hips, raising and lowering yourself to meet his thrusts.
âmy little baby. my sweet girl.â rafe moans, his cock swelling inside of you. âgonna cum inside you, baby. we are gonna feel so good together.â
he moves one of the hands that's gripping your hip to your cunt, rubbing his fingers right over your clit harshly, needing you to cum at the same time as him.
âdaddy-â you gasp, throwing your head back, âdaddy, you can't, i'll get pregnant.â
âit's okay, little one.â rafe pants, struggling to hold himself back any longer. âcum for me. don't think about getting pregnant. you'd look so cute for me with your tummy all swelled up. gonna fill you with my cum, put a baby in you.â
âyes, yes!â you cry out, rafes fingers pushing you to the edge as his orgasm finally hits, cumming with a shake as he pumps you full, filling your cunt with all of the cum he has to offer. he keeps pumping despite feeling oversensitive, wanting to make sure he stuffs you.
âfuck, daddy!â you whine, pushing his hand away from your clit when it becomes too much.
âmy good girl, shh.â rafe presses your lips together, carefully pulling his cock out of you, looking down as his cum slides out of your hole. he reaches down with one hand, ignoring your whine as he pushes his fingers, and the cum, back into your pussy. rafe smirks to himself as you moan, grasping at him with your little hands, thinking to himself that getting her innocent young daughter pregnant is the perfect way for your mom to ask for a divorce.
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đȘđđđđđđ»đŸđ: 'đ±đđđđ đ¶đđŸđđŸ đš đ¶đșđđ đžđđ.' àŒàż L.K.
‷ Dubcon/Noncon | Knife Play | Spanking
â± word count: 2.3k
â± warnings: this has darker content!! dont like? dont interact: dubcon/noncon, fem!reader, ghostface!minho, reader switches up during the ending but during the smut minho has control, knife play (1 small nick and he carves his name into readers back but its shallow), light mentions of blood, spanking, p in v with no prep or condom (be safe about this irl pls), open ending?
â± notes: this was so self indulgent because im slowly becoming obsessed with slashers again đ„Ž
not properly proofread! i will go through it later in the day after i sleep <3
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The cabin you were staying at was eerily silent as you sat in the dimly lit living room. It was a rental that you had planned to stay at for a week to spend your vacation off of work and it was absolutely beautiful during the day. Though, the forest surrounding it combined with the knowledge of just how far the nearest area with people made for a rather scary experience during the night time.
Part of you was on edge as you made your way past the floor-to-ceiling windows towards the kitchen and chills ran up your spine as you stared out those same windows only to be met with complete darkness. Not even the moon was enough to cast light on the tall trees.
âMaybe a glass of water will help.â You had been tossing and turning in bed for hours before you gave up and settled in the living room, only to discover that there was no signal on the TV. You were lucky to have even 1 bar as you opened your phone to check the time; 2:46 AM.
It wasnât a horrible time to be awake, but the promise of sleep would have helped with the paranoid itching in the back of your head. Anybody could break in and nobody wouldnât know until it was too late. And even if you knew, you were a long way from any means of help-
A sudden creak in the floorboards catches your attention. Your neck snapped towards the dark hallway, then again to the huge windows as your heart raced. The Airbnb host stated that itâs an old house so itâs known to make many noises, so âIt was probably nothingâ. You repeated this to yourself over and over again as you chugged the rest of your water and turned to clean the glass, hoping the distraction would help with the anxiety.
But just as your hand wraps around the tap handle, another creak is heard and a hand wraps around your mouth. Another slides around your front and pushes a long kitchen knife against your neck. The intruder uses his whole body to roughly push you into the counter and your heart drops as you let out a scream in surprise.
The feeling of the cold counter is almost soothing as his deep, nearly robotic, voice meets your ears. âHavenât seen you around here before⊠If I take my hand off your mouth, you wonât make me angry and scream for help, right?â He slides the knife along your neck, nicking the skin there slightly as a warning.
Your lack of a response makes him chuckle and he traces the tip of the knife along your cheek, âItâs not like anybody will hear you anyway, but I wouldnât want this pretty face to get hurt. So what do you say?â You nod as best as you can in this position and let out a quiet sob when his palm releases your face.
âP-PleaseâŠDonât kill me.â Your plea comes out in a quiet whisper, hoping the hushed voice wonât upset your attacker. If it does, he doesnât let it be seen in the slightest.
âShhhhhâ He tuts at you and rolls his hips forward, rubbing his hard-on against your ass and forcing your hips farther into the countertop. The pinching of your skin between your bone and the marble top makes you hiss in pain, but he ignores you and rubs your hip with his now free hand.
âLetâs play a game~â He doesnât give you time to respond before he flips you around, wrapping a hand around your neck as he roughly pins you to the counter again.
Youâre finally met with his face- or what would be his face, but is instead a long, white ghost mask that would be comical if you didnât notice the feeling of a drop of blood running down your neck from where he nicked you.
âIâm a little stressed out, so Iâm gonna fuck this sweet cunt of yours. If you play nice, Iâll let you live. But if you act like a bitch, I'll kill you!â
The joyful tone in his voice causes your skin to crawl and you let out a quiet sob of fear at the deadly ultimatum. Your choices are quite slim, and you canât deny the ache thatâs starting between your legs, so you donât take long to nod in agreement.
âMmmm⊠Smart girl. Letâs get this off of you then, yeah?â He tugs at your pajama shorts and finally moves the knife off your skin, giving you just enough leeway to move around and pull your shorts down. Once theyâre far enough down your legs to drop to your ankles on their own, the unknown man behind you spins you around and immediately pulls your shirt up and over your head.
He sighs almost dreamily against the mask and you watch his head tilt down as he takes in your naked torso. You can feel his stare on you for a while longer until his head tilts further and heâs met with the sight of your pretty panties- the ones that are keeping him from his âprize.â
He curses under his breath and snakes his empty hand to the back of your neck. He grasps you tightly and uses his grip there to lead you to the huge windows, pushing you against them roughly.
âWhat a pretty piece of ass you got here, baby.â The hand on your neck moves down in favor of grabbing a handful of your ass cheek, landing a teasing slap there as he finishes his sentences. âMight have to go home with you- make you my little pet.â You moan both at the implication of him following you home as well as the delicious sting on your ass.
The masked man chuckles darkly and lands a harsher slap on your other ass cheek. âCall me crazy but I think you like that idea. Hmmmm? Wanna be my little kitty- my little toy for me to fuck whenever I feel like it?â You were starting to get too comfortable, and he seems to realize it. So he brings you back right to where he wants you by sliding his free hand around to your tummy.Â
The occupied hand runs the sharp side of the knife around your back, leaving shallow lines that you canât quite make out. But none of that matters. Not when heâs sliding his hand into your panties, rubbing his gloved fingertip through your soaked folds.
Youâre almost thankful that he canât tell through the gloves, but the stinging pain of the knife almost carving into your skin is diverting your attention from the rough circles on your clit. Thankfully, though, he finishes his âdesignâ faster than you thought he would.
The feeling of a thick finger entering you grabs your attention, making you moan loudly and buck your hips against his hand. A muffled laugh is heard through the mask and his voice is husky as he speaks again, âGonna be good for me and let me fuck this pretty pussy now, yeah?â
You don't respond right away and he pulls his finger out of you, pinching your clit meanly. âI asked you a question.â His partially wet glove comes down harshly on your ass and leaves a red mark in its wake.
You let out a squeak at the pain and apologize profusely before responding to him. âY-Yes!â
âGood girl. You almost lost the game there, baby.â He laughs to himself and you watch in the reflection of the glass as he brings the knife down between your thighs. Part of you is horrified at what he might try, and the other part is rather aroused at the possibilities that run through your head.
But he shuts them all down when he slides the dull side against your thigh and leads it to your underwear. He runs his hand along your spine and leans you forward, pushing your ass out for him as the knife dips into your underwear- dull side up.
With this he slices downwards in one swoop, slicing your panties and causing you to gasp in surprise. You can almost hear the smile on his face as he shushes you and slices one of the sides next.
Your arms shake as they rest against the cold glass of the window and you sit there helplessly as he rids you of the ruined fabric. Once youâre left completely bare, he whistles in satisfaction and leans back.
His hand squeezes your ass cheek appreciatively as the hand with the knife rests at your hip, itching to touch you as well but knowing better than to let his guard down so easily. No matter how well-behaved you've been for him so far.
âSuch a pretty thing. I really should keep you to myself.â He hums and bites down on your ear. You hear the knife get tossed beside you onto the wood floor before one of his hands slides into your hair, tangling with the strands there and tugging your neck backward.Â
All of a sudden the sound of metal hitting wood meets your ears and you see the knife lying on the floor, a couple of feet from where you two stand. Then his hands are removed from you for mere seconds as he hooks his thumbs into his pants and pushes down, hurriedly shoving his boxers down alongside his jeans.
The sound of his jeans hitting the floor makes your thighs clench and he takes notice immediately. He coos from behind you and you can almost hear the smile on his face through the mask as he slides himself through your folds a few times, teasing you and testing how far gone heâs got you.
Your desperate grinding gives him the only answer he needs and he finally pushes in, groaning at the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him.
âShit⊠You feel so good.â The cool plastic of the ghost mask meets your shoulder as he lays his forehead down against it.
You canât hold back the whine that builds in the back of your throat and your nails scratch into the glass as much as they physically can as he starts to move already.
âP-PleaseâŠâ Youâre not so sure what youâre asking for. Maybe it was mercy. Or maybe, just maybe, all those months of research about some local town's serial killer were finally paying off.
But who needs to know that? The man behind you is completely oblivious as he pulls his hips back just to drive them back into you. You barely remember it yourself from the way his tip, thick and pulsing, rams into your G-spot.
So much so that you can feel your orgasm sneaking up so much sooner than it usually would. It eventually wracks through your body like a train as the hand in your hair tightens, holding you close to him as he slows his hips to a slow grind.
âFffuck.. Tight little cunt, baby. But Iâm not done just yet.â He picks up his pace once more and uses his free hand to caress your hips, squeezing the flesh there appreciatively before landing a slap against the same area.
He soothes it with another rub, though short-lived before his hand finds its home on your ass cheek. There he lands a series of slaps paired with his muffled moans as you clench around him incessantly.
The hand in your hair finally releases its grip only to find another on the back of your throat again. He uses this one to hold you in place, keeping your cheek pressed flush against the window as he fucks into you with no care.
He continues to use you like his personal fleshlight as he grunts behind you, legs shaking from his oncoming release. The same release that is left deep in your walls, swimming around before dripping out onto your abused folds.
You both moan in unison as you cum around him again, whining at the sharp thrusts that were meant to fuck his seed further into you.
He finally pulls out once your cunt is done milking him and he pulls out a phone from his jeans, snapping a quick photo with flash on before laughing to himself behind his mask.
While heâs occupied with his delusions, you decide itâs time to make your move.Â
You push his chest lightly and watch as he collapses onto the couch, head tilted up at you in amusement while his arms settle on the back cushions.
âYeah?â His voice is deep and breathy, it goes straight between your thighs and you almost moan at simply hearing him like that as well as the confident stance heâs taken. But you have a mission on your mind.
One that includes rushing to pick up the knife from the floor and not giving him a chance to respond before youâre straddling his thick thighs and pressing the knife to his throat.
His arms stay in place on the cushions and he huffs out a laugh in pure amusement, waiting patiently for you to make your next move.
What he didnât expect was the grinding of your now leaking cunt on his now hardening cock. He moans lowly at the feeling and goes to rest a hand on your hip, only to be met with your hand slapping it away and the other digging the knife into the skin of his neck. Karma.
âI won your game fair and square. So letâs play my game.â Your hand reaches up under the mask and tears it off his face.Â
Heâs not sure why a potential survivor seeing his face doesnât worry him. But when his tip catches onto your clit and you hold the knife steady against his neck, he thinks heâs just fallen in love.
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Fun Wife
aegon targaryen x fem lannister reader
Summary: (For the sake of the story Aegon never married Helena) Youâre betrothed to the new king who is not too pleased about it. He assumes youâll turn your nose up at the way he behaves and having a wife will just be a nuisance. He quickly discovers how beautiful and fun his new wife is.
Notes: 18+ ONLY!!! Smuttt, loss of virginity, p in v, public x, some fluff, spoilers maybe
Word count: 4336
This is the smuttiest story Iâve written so enjoy lol
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âI do not wish to marry.â Aegon says firmly.
The small council meeting had dragged on and everyone, especially his mother, had been pushing for him to marry as soon as possible. Amongst themselves they decided on a bride as if he werenât even there. He was the king and he should be able to choose when and whom he marries. He did not want to marry some Lannister girl he had never met. And he certainly did not want to marry so soon.
âShe is an excellent match Aegon. You must marry.â Alicent insists.
âThis is the best way to solidify our relationship with the Lannisters.â Another said.
âI am the king.â Aegon said stomping his foot like a child. âIf I do not want to marry right now I should not have to.â
âYes, Aegon. You are the king.â Alicent says in a calm tone. âAnd that is why you must marry. You need to produce strong heirs as soon as possible.â
Aegon lets out an obnoxiously loud sigh. He knew his mother was right. He would have to marry but at least he could avoid his wife if he wanted to and just visit her chambers occasionally to try for an heir. He loathed the idea of it all.
**********
A couple weeks later you arrive to kings landing. You were filled with excitement of your wedding, of becoming queen of the seven kingdoms. You had been warned by multiple people of Aegons depravities but it did not phase you. If anything, it made him more intriguing.
Aegon watches from a window waiting for your arrival. He did not want to greet you right away but wanted to see what you looked like. His breath catches when he sees you exit your carriage with your bright blonde hair and beaming smile. He was caught completely off guard. He had obviously hoped you would be attractive, but he never expected you to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
As gorgeous as you were he was still annoyed with concern that you would be uptight and judge him. He did not expect a happy marriage but he could not help but picture the beautiful bright haired children you would make together.
**********
You finally meet at dinner. Aegon could no longer avoid you. He stood from his chair when you entered the room and walked over to greet you.
âYour grace.â You curtsy low. âIt is such a pleasure to finally meet you, my king.â You smile brightly at him and hold your hand out to him.
You were even more breathtaking up close. He was surprised by how genuinely happy you seemed to meet him. Your (e/c) eyes sparkled brightly at him making him forget to respond until your eyes darted around awkwardly, your hand lingering in the air.
âForgive me.â He clears his throat. âThe pleasure is all mine, lady Lannister.â He smirks as he kisses your hand and holds eye contact. He swears he could see a flicker of fire behind your eyes.
You give a blushing smile as he lets go of your hand. Everyone begins to sit down to dinner. Alicent sat across from you while your father was beside you, and Aegon sitting on your other side at the head of the table. Alicent made most of the conversation, asking you various questions. Aegon watched you as you talked, seemingly intrigued to learn about you, but he never spoke a word or asked any questions. Alicent found it strange that her usually loud mouthed son was being so quiet.
When supper finishes everyone begins to leave to their chambers for the night.
âAegon?â Alicent begins, âWhy donât you escort lady Lannister to her chambers.â
âCertainly.â Aegon nodded, the idea exciting him.
You simply smile and take Aegons arm as he leads you down the hall in an oddly comfortable silence, neither of you sure what to say. When you reach the door to your chambers he kisses your hand.
âGoodnight, my betrothed.â Aegon smiles.
âGoodnight, your grace.â You smile back as you curtsy. âI know this was perhaps not how you planned to be wed⊠but I promise to be a good wife to you, my king.â
Your words touch Aegon and the way your eyes connect you both feel an undeniable spark. He says nothing else but smiles and kisses your cheek before he leaves to his own chambers.
Aegon pleasured himself to the thought of you that night. He never expected to be so infatuated with his new bride to be but you were the definition of perfection. Now he could not wait be wed to you and bed you. The thought of what you looked like under that dress pushes him to the edge as he groans out your name.
**********
The day of the wedding quickly came and you were both filled with excitement. Aegon smiled ear to ear during the entire ceremony. Once you pledge your love to one another you seal the marriage with a kiss.
The moment your lips touch you instantly feel transported to another world where you are the only two people that exist. The only thing that matters in this moment is you and him. Your eyes connect in an intense gaze once your lips part. The cheer of the crowd snaps you out of your daze before Aegon leads you to the feast.
The feast was fun and lively as everyone enjoyed the food and drink. Aegon drank his fill of wine but still asked for your hand to the dance floor. Your drunken bodies pressed together as you danced, causing your heart to race.
âYour cheeks are so red.â Aegon says teasingly as he brushes your cheek with his fingers.
âOh, yes, well⊠likely all the wine.â You blush, causing your cheeks to darken even more. âThe wine and⊠you.â You say lowly.
Aegon smirks and places his fingers on your chin, turning your head to the side.
âI quite like the sight of you looking flushed, my queen.â He whispers against your ear causing goosebumps on your skin.
âMy kingâŠâ You breathe, trying to remember you were not alone but in the middle of the dance floor.
âHm?â Aegon hums against your skin and lightly kisses your neck.
His eyes meet yours and he also comes to remember how many eyes were on the both of you.
âI want to go to bed.â You say quietly.
âOh, are you tired?â He says with a hint of disappointment in his tone.
âNo.â You whisper, looking at him with fire in your eyes.
His smirk returns and he takes your hand before leading you out of the feast. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat as he led you down the halls to your shared chambers.
You enter the room filled with nerves as you approach the large canopy bed. Aegon comes up behind you and begins kissing your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He wanted to take his time with you but the wine fueled his desperate desire to have you. He had been with many women but he has never wanted anyone this badly.
He begins unlacing your wedding gown while pressing the occasional kiss to your shoulder. You just stand there, letting him have his way with you. Your breath grows heavy as he gently pulls off your gown and it falls to the floor, leaving you only in your thin shift.
You turn to face Aegon and he slowly scans your figure. His eyes linger at your chest before he meets your eyes, staring at you like you were a glass of the finest wine he was about to drink every last drop of.
Aegon pulls off his wedding clothes until heâs left in just his trousers. He captures your lips again and leads you toward the bed. He moves his lips to your neck as he slowly pulls off your shift, leaving you completely bare for him.
âMy kingâŠâ You whisper as your fingers lightly pull at the hem of his pants.
âAegon.â He mumbles against your skin.
âAegonâŠâ You say shyly as your eyes meet again.
âNot so fast, little one.â He moves your hand off his pants. âI need you to be ready for me first.â
You give him a questioning look as he gently pushes you back onto the bed until youâre laying flat. He climbs on top of you and grinds his covered hardness against your bare core, making you whimper. He kisses down your neck before moving down to your breasts where he takes his time licking, sucking, and rubbing your sensitive nipples as you squirm under him.
âHave you ever⊠touched yourself?â Aegon asks in a whisper.
You nod, feeling a bit embarrassed.
âGood.â Aegon smirks.
He kisses down your stomach and settles between your thighs. You groan with anticipation as he kisses and nips at your inner thighs. He stops to watch your face as his fingers lightly graze over your most sensitive area. You gasp as he continues to make slow circles with his fingers.
âDoes that feel good, wife?â He says almost arrogantly.
You could only moan in response and he chuckles. He removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth to taste you. Your entire body lights on fire from the sight. Just as you are about to beg for more his mouth is on you. You gasp even louder as your hands find his hair. You had never felt anything like this. It was nothing compared to your own fingers. He slowly slides one finger inside you and you scrunch your eyes from the pressure.
âDoes that hurt, my love?â Aegon asks, kissing your knee.
âNo.â You breathe. âDonât stop.â
He smirks and begins to move his finger in and out slowly, causing you to arch your back. He continues expertly working his tongue on you as he slips in a second finger. You yank harder onto his hair as your breath grows heavier. He groans in response and the vibrations against you bring you to the edge. You let out a long moan as you reach your peak.
Aegon strips off his pants and your eyes widen at his size. Before you have time to overthink he lines himself up at your entrance. He asks if youâre ready before slowly sliding into you. Aegon groans loudly from how tightly you clench around him. It takes all of his strength not to start fucking you hard like a common whore. You are so much more special to him, his wife, his queen, his heart.
You breathe heavily through the pain as Aegon moves slowly in and out of you. As soon as the pain begins to fade you crave more of him. You pull him closer against you and whisper for him to go faster. He speeds up slightly but the movement is still agonizingly slow for what you craved. It was agonizing for him too, to be this gentle with you until you were ready.
âAegonâŠâ You groan in frustration. âPlease⊠just fuck me.â
Aegon does not hesitate before he begins pounding into you. You could tell how much he had been holding back. Moans fill the room as you both get closer to the edge. You wrap your legs around his hips forcing him deeper into you.
âGods, you are so fucking tight.â Aegon groans in your ear.
His words spur you on and you dig your nails into his back as your second orgasm begins to creep up on you. Aegons thrusts become sloppy as he reaches his own peak. He did not want to finish before you but the feel of you was too overwhelming.
âMy love, I think Iâm gonna-â He pants.
âMe too.â You moan.
Your words trigger his release as he thrusts deeply inside you and moans loudly against your neck. This draws out your own orgasm and you finish in sync as you hold him tightly to you.
He remains inside you and your eyes meet.
âI think I am in love with you, (y/n).â He whispers, brushing your golden hair from your face. He never thought he would say that to anyone.
âI think I am in love with you, Aegon.â You smile widely.
Aegon places a kiss to your nose before rolling off of you. He pulls you in close for a cuddle and wraps his arms around you. You sigh peacefully, but as you begin to doze off you feel something poking against your backside.
âI am not finished with you yet.â Aegon whispers in your ear, creating goosebumps on your skin.
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You wake the next morning as the sunlight peers through the window. You look up to your handsome new husband peacefully asleep and press a kiss to his chest. He stirs in his sleep and you press another kiss to his stomach as an idea crosses your mind. Your clothes still laid discarded on the floor from last night. The only thing covering his now hardening manhood was a thin sheet. You gently pull the sheet down and reveal him in all his glory. You watch his face as you lightly grasp him with your hand. He quietly moans and squirms under your touch but does not wake.
You continue to watch his unconscious reactions as you place a kiss to his tip, then a lick, then a suck. Finally, you take him fully into your mouth and he groans as he finally wakes up. He looks down at you with surprise in his heavy lidded eyes. You smirk up at him as you continue to work your mouth on him. He threads his fingers through your hair and gently pushes your head further down. The gagging sounds you make quickly pushes him to the edge. You swallow his release as his fingers tighten in your hair and he groans your name.
âYou are incredible.â Aegon huffs, still panting.
You giggle at him while you take a sip of wine. The sheet now hung low just barely covering him.
âI am not finished with you yet.â You wink and lean forward to kiss his lips.
Aegon cups your cheek and deepens the kiss as you move to straddle him. You grind against him through the sheet between you. You moan against his mouth when you feel that heâs already hard again.
You quickly pull the sheet down and he gasps into your mouth as your fingers wrap tightly around him. You hold intense eye contact as you slowly slide down onto his cock, watching every face and noise he makes.
You move your hips testing out this new position and Aegon groans and reaches up to grab your breasts. You grind faster along him and you both begin to moan louder. He grabs your ass to aide your movements, his fingers hold on so tightly they were sure to leave bruises.
You get closer and closer to the edge before Aegon sits up slightly and starts pounding into you. He relished at the sight of you above him. Your perfect tits bouncing as your beautiful pleasure etched face let out desperate moans for him, he had never seen a more heavenly sight.
He presses his fingers on your most sensitive spot and you cry out as you come undone for him. He fucks you through your orgasm before quickly finding his own.
You collapse onto the bed beside him, both panting heavily. Aegon turns to you with a boyish grin on his face which you could not help but find adorable.
âYou are incredible.â He breathes.
âYou said that.â You chuckle and brush his snowy hair from his face.
âI meant it.â He leans up and kisses you.
The kiss was meant to be quick but you pull each other closer again as your tongues dance together. Aegon pulls back with a pained expression.
âI wish I could stay here all day with you.â He says looking at you with pure adoration. âReally I do.â
âI know.â You softly kiss his lips. âBut the king has important matters to attend to, I understand.â
He presses a final lingering kiss to your lips before leaving bed and getting ready for the day.
**********
You did not see Aegon for the rest of the day as he attended important matters. By the time he joined you in bed you were fast asleep. He slipped into the sheets quietly before pausing to admire you. The way your hair and milky skin seemed to glow in the moonlight made you look completely ethereal. He watched you as your breath lightly rose and fell. He could not believe how head over heels in love he was in a marriage he had nearly refused.
The next morning Aegon was gone again before you woke. You sigh and get dressed before going out to search for him. You hadnât had a moment to speak for an entire a day now, and you were also missing him in other ways.
Aegon was alone in the small council room focused on a pile of parchments in front of him. His head shoots up when you knock on the open door and his firm expression quickly softens.
âMy love⊠what are you doing here?â He puts the papers down and stands from his chair.
âI have not seen you since yesterday morning. I simply miss my husband.â You shrug as you walk over to him with a smile.
âI have missed you too wife.â He pulls you in close by the waist and you wrap your arms around his neck.
You press your lips to his and the kiss quickly becomes urgent and wanting. Aegon lifts you up onto the table and kisses you deeper as his tongue dips into your mouth. His hardness pressing against your core makes the need for him unbearable. You begin to pull at the laces of his pants.
âMy love wait⊠we should not do that here.â Aegon murmurs against your lips but makes no attempt to stop you. âThe doors are wide open.â
âI donât care.â You respond in a raspy voice that lights a fire in him.
He kisses you again hard and begins frantically pushing up your skirts. You finish unlacing his ties and release him from his trousers. He wastes no time lining himself up to your entrance and plunges deep inside you causing you to let out a yelp.
âShh.â Aegon smirks against your neck.
You bite your lip as he quickly pounds into you, legs dangling loosely around his hips. There was no time to ease into things when someone could walk by the open doors at any moment and catch you both in such a state. Although you did not actually want to be caught, the thrill of it made your heart race. You feel your peak coming faster than ever before.
âFuck, you feel so good.â Aegon rasps in your ear.
âGods, Aegon Iâm-â His words tip you over the edge, your orgasm overcoming your senses.
He quickly covers your mouth as you cry out against his hand, still alarmingly loud given the location. Your orgasm triggers his own and he grunts into your neck as he comes deep inside you. You quickly come down from the table and fix yourselves as youâre still catching your breath.
Nearly seconds after Aegon tucks himself back into his pants a member of the small council enters the room. Had they come in only a minute ago you would have been caught.
âYour grace, my queen.â They nod to you both. âI had matters to discuss with you, my king.â He glances to you, a silent way of asking you to leave.
âYes, of course.â You say as you excuse yourself from the room.
You turn back to Aegon as you head to the door and you realize his hair is now a mess from your activities. He gives you his devilishly handsome smirk and you give a smirk back before leaving the room.
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You tossed and turned, unable to sleep. It was nearing the hour of the wolf and Aegon had still not returned to bed. You huff as you throw on a robe and go off in search of him. He was not in the small council room where he spent most late nights. You were beginning to worry until you heard his laughter echo down the hall. You followed his loud voice to the throne room where you see him sitting leisurely on the iron throne and drinking with some men.
âAh! My beautiful wife!â He exclaims when he sees you.
The gentlemen mumble âmy queenâ to your arrival. You simply look at Aegon unimpressed and cross your arms.
âUh oh gentleman.â Aegon smirks drunkenly to the other men. âIt seems my wife is upset with me. You best give us some privacy.â
The men chuckle at Aegons antics before leaving you alone in the room. Aegon looks to you with a smirk still painted across his face, unphased by the stern look on yours.
âWhy do you look so serious, my love?â He says teasingly.
âDo you have any idea how late it is?â You walk towards him sitting on the throne, arms still crossed in front of you.
âI am afraid I simply lost track of time, my darling.â Aegon shrugs as he takes another drink of wine.
You scoff at his response.
âFine.â You shrug back. âI will just return to bed then⊠alone.â
You turn to leave the room with annoyance burning through your veins. Aegon quickly stands and grabs your hand. He pulls you to him and wraps his arms around your waist so you could not pull away, although you try briefly.
âYou shall not return to bed alone, my darling.â Aegon says as he kisses your neck causing goosebumps along your skin.
âYou did not seem to care for me a moment ago⊠while you drank and laughed with your friends.â You tried to hide the desire laced in your angry tone.
âOn the contrary.â Aegon pulls back to look at you. âI was telling them all about my beautiful new queen.â
He begins to kiss your neck again and you could not help but melt into his arms.
âMy bold queen.â He kisses your chin. âMy kind queen.â He kisses your cheek. âMy perfect wife.â Finally, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss.
You do not hesitate to kiss him back, the desire for him burning within you. He parts your lips and when you think he is about to lead you back to your chambers he swiftly picks you up and leads you over to the iron throne.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask in a panic as Aegon places you down on the throne and gets on his knees in front of you.
âWhat does it look like I am doing?â He smirks as he pushes the skirts of your robe and nightgown up to your waist.
âAegon we cannot-â The words die on your tongue when his tongue is on you.
He quickly gets annoyed with the crown slipping from his head so he yanks it off and places it on you. He smirks at the sight of you, legs spread in front of him, sitting on the iron throne with his crown sitting upon your head. He places a kiss to your knee before diving back into you.
Your hands bury into his white hair as he expertly licks your bundle of nerves. You try not to make too much noise but soft moans pour from your mouth. He slips his fingers inside you and you cry out too loudly before slapping your hand over your mouth.
Suddenly, a rustling of armour pulls you out of your daze and a knight appears before you. You tap on Aegons shoulder rapidly and he stops his actions and looks to the knight.
âI- Please, forgive me your graces...â The knight stammered as he averted his eyes away from where Aegon still sat on his knees in front of you.
âWhat are you doing here?â Aegon demands.
âForgive me, your grace. I heard a scream and came to investigate.â The knight responds, his eyes still on the ground awkwardly.
âWell, that is understandable.â Aegons tone softens. âHowever, in the future if you hear screams of that nature you can assume that is just the queen.â He say arrogantly.
You playfully slap Aegon on the shoulder.
âYes, your grace... I will not make that mistake again. Forgive me.â The man bows and rushes out of the room still keeping his eyes to the floor.
âWell that was mortifying.â You say as you go to stand, your heart still racing.
Aegon shrugs and firmly holds your hips in place. âPlease excuse the minor interruption, my queen.â
He places a quick kiss to your lips before dipping his head back down again. It takes you no time to come undone as he eats you like a man starved and pumps his fingers in and out of you.
âOh⊠gods!â You do not bother to hide your moans this time as you reach your peak.
Aegon does not cease his actions until you push him away from overstimulation. He looks at you with his classic boyish grin while his face glistens from your essence. You lean forward and capture his lips again, tasting yourself on his tongue. When you pull back Aegon cups your cheek and looks into your eyes deeply.
âYou are the most perfect wife I could have imagined.â He places a kiss to your lips. âA fun wife.â He smirks.
You smile at him and place a kiss to his forehead. He moves to stand before lifting you up and carrying you all the way back to your chambers. You spend the entire night making love. Your heart felt so full with hope of a fun future with your new husband.
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@postguilt has sent this to samson: [ text ] did you get home safe? (Samson) | TEXTING STARTERS. ( accepting !! )
He received that text an hour ago, and now he was finally getting to it after parking his car in the driveway. He rubs his face first, as if attempting to rub away the fatigueness appearing in his features. Then he rubs at his eye, another lousy attempt at something that can't be defeated that easily.
[ TEXT ]: Shit, sorry-- was too busy driving. [ TEXT ]: But yes, just arrived now. Traffic was hell [ TEXT ]: Some kind of road blockage or whatever it was [ TEXT ]: I think I was too tired to really notice [ TEXT ]: Just getting my house keys now
#[ ans. samson small â the moment you're here ; the moment i'm discovering who you truly are ]#[ v. main â federal agent small ]#postguilt#( i hope miecz hadn't worried about him when he didn't answer instantly )
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Cramps
Summary: After going off of birth control, your periods have been a little more intense than you're used to. What starts out as a stressful morning between you and your husband, very quickly turns into a night that bodes very well for the both of you.
Paring: Husband Frankie Morales x Wife f!reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 5.4K on the dot (idk how we got here)
Warnings: SMUT (18+) PERIOD SEX, unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also they want a baby so), vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving, again, you're on your period but our pussy eating king Fransisco Morales is an unstoppable force of nature), creampie, praise kink, big fat nasty breeding kink (it's who I am now, I won't apologize for it), Frankie's got a NASTY mouth, Frankie is the best husband, reader is on her period/has period symptoms, talks about family planning/not being on birth control, use of nicknames (hermosa, quierda, cariño), reader has no physical descriptions besides that she can wear Frankie's clothes
A/N: Well... This was gonna be a drabble... and then it was just gonna be fluff.... and then it was gonna be just some implied smut... and now, we're here??? Idk, don't ask me đ„Ž self indulgent bc I just finished my period (and my periods have been whack since stopping bc) and what better way to heal myself than imagining what Frankie would be like taking care of you đ„ș also pls be nice to me this is my first time writing Frankie and I'm v nervous EEK I hope you enjoy!!! sorry Javi bby, I still love u
Bitchy.Â
You wished you had a better word to describe your mood for today, but truth be told, bitchy was by far the most accurate.Â
You and Frankie were hoping to start trying for your first baby soon, and had recently gone off your birth control after your doctor had told you it may take a few months for your body to regulate itself before you had a better chance at getting pregnant. Your doctor had also warned you about many of the symptoms and side effects that stopping the pill could have, one of those being becoming more aware of your emotions and mood swings throughout your cycle. That, you were prepared for.Â
What you were not prepared for, was to feel like an absolute psychopath in the days leading up to your period.Â
 Your cycle had been wonky the past few months as your body began to sort itself out- you had a feeling your period was probably about to start soon, but hadnât thought much about it, considering your terrible and grouchy mood had overshadowed it. You had tried your best to pull yourself together the past few days, chalking up your grumpiness to long hours at work, or just being in a weird funk, but today, you woke up with a fire in your gut, ready to fight, and poor Frankie was about to be your punching bag.Â
Sweet Frankie had been nothing short of a saint when it came to just about anything, but dealing with your newly heightened emotions right before your period really should have earned him some sort of Presidential Medal of Bravery, considering that your newly discovered highs and lows while PMS-ing were just as frightening as any time he had spent during his time in the military.Â
Unfortunately for your husband, despite his best efforts, he had been on your nerves all morning. Not because he was really doing anything wrong, but because the little things that you were normally so good about letting go, or the patience you frequently had seemed to have flown out the window, and you were convinced that if Frankie even breathed the wrong way, you were going to absolutely lose it.Â
So when unsuspecting Frankie decided to ask you a simple request about after work plans, there was very little he could have done to prepare for your response.Â
âMorning, Hermosa.â Frankie cooed, emerging into the kitchen, his hand rustling through his untamed, sleepy brown curls as he let out a yawn and a stretch, the slight softness of his stomach peeking out between his t-shirt and pajama pants as he raised his arms above his head before settling behind you. He wrapped himself around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss into your shoulder as you finished putting the last of your lunch in your bag for work, trying to force yourself to focus on his sweet good morning, rather than the empty bowl of cereal in the sink that had greeted you first thing when you woke up, already starting you off on the wrong foot in your already irritable mood.Â
âMorning, babe.â You grinned, forcing yourself to forgo the annoyance hidden behind your smile as you pecked a quick kiss on Frankieâs lips before gathering the rest of your things for the day scattered across the kitchen table. âSorry, I didnât have time to make you breakfast this morning because I was running late, but thereâs extra scrambled eggs on the stove if you want them. Iâm really sorry, Frankie, I gotta head out, have a good day, Iâll see you later okay?â You sighed, slinging your work bag over your shoulder, your hands full of your coffee mug, water bottle and keys, your cluttered grip and running behind schedule only adding to your frustration.Â
âAll good, Querida, no worries. Hey, actually baby, before you leave,â He paused, setting down the coffee mug he was just about ready to take a sip of, as if a little lightbulb had just gone off in his brain, âdo you mind picking up stuff to make that really good buffalo chicken dip for Bennyâs tonight? I told âem weâd bring like, an appetizer or something, if thatâs okay.âÂ
For Frankieâs sake, you couldnât have been more thankful that you had your back turned to him, because if looks could kill, Frankie Morales would have been a dead man.Â
Every rational part of your brain knew that even though his request perhaps wasnât the best timing, stopping by the store and making dip to bring to Bennyâs for game night really wasnât that much time or effort out of your day. But today, it seemed like every part of your brain but the rational one seemed to be functioning properly, and the raging, irrational part might as well have heard that Frankie wanted you to prepare and cook a Thanksgiving meal for 74 after you got home from work.Â
You took a deep breath, your grip tightening around the items in your hand, praying with every bone in your body that someway or another, you had misheard your husband.Â
âTonight? As in, like, today, after I get home from work?â You questioned, trying to do your best to keep your tone from sounding too condescending.Â
âYeah, we donât have to be there until 7, I just donât think Iâm gonna have time to since I probably wonât be outta work until 6:30.â He shrugged nonchalantly, taking another swig of his coffeeÂ
Oh yeah, youâd heard him right. Â
You let out a deep sigh, even more over dramatic than you had intended it to be, arms crossed over your chest and stark frown spread across your face as you turned towards Frankie.Â
âOh, perfect! Thatâs a great thing for me to find out about at 7:45 A.M. the day of, Frank!â Your voice oozed with ferocious sarcasm, now slamming your things back down onto the table to run your hands over your face. âNo, thatâs great, because thereâs nothing I wanted to do more than to come home and make buffalo chicken dip instead of all the other shit I needed to do today before we left! Amazing! Thank you!âÂ
At this point, you were almost positive that if your eyes rolled any further, theyâd be in the back of your skull, letting out another angry huff as you shook your head at Frankie, who was looking absolutely petrified as he leaned back against the counter, eyes darting to the floor to avoid yours, running his hand over the wispy curls at the nape of his neck. Frankie began to stammer, trying to defend himself from your wrath.Â
âHermosa, Iâm- Iâm sorry? I know itâs last minute, but you normally make it every time we go over there, I just- I figured itâd be easy for you to do? You can get something else, or I can try to stop by the store really quick on the way home, I just might-âÂ
âNope, you want buffalo chicken dip, apparently Iâm making buffalo chicken dip!â You groaned, collecting everything back into your hands, swearing under your breath as you tried to balance everything in your grip. âJesus, okay, I need to go to work, just- I donât even know. I gotta go, Frankie.âÂ
âQuerida, I-â Frankie pleaded, beginning to trail behind you as you made your way to the front door.Â
âFrankie, whatever, itâs fine! Iâll make the stupid dip! I have to go to work, Iâll see you later.â You could feel the muscles in your jaw beginning to clench as you gritted your teeth, trying with everything in you to keep from exploding as you headed out of the house. Without even a kiss goodbye, you left Frankie in the doorway, watching you throw your things in the car and slam the door behind you as you drove down the driveway.Â
But as soon as you were on the road and your house was out of view, you could instantly feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes, slowly streaming down your cheeks as you began to sob, wondering why you had ruined the morning over as stupid as an appetizer, and even worse, that you had been a complete asshole to your husband about it.Â
You couldnât have been more thankful that work had been quiet today- no meetings on the schedule, and no one coming to bother you, leaving you plenty of peace and quiet to continue sulking and brooding in your unpleasant mood.Â
Right around lunch time, you found yourself eating alone in your office, wishing your lunch was about ten times saltier and chocolatier than it was, crying to yourself as you watched a video of a dog meeting its new human sibling for the first time.
Just as you were beginning to pack up the rest of your lunch and start back up with your work, you felt a terrible twinge in your lower stomach that had you just about keeled over in pain, followed by that all too familiar feeling in your underwear.Â
Frantically scrambling, you reached into your bag to pull out a tampon, hurriedly shuffling to the nearest bathroom, only to reveal the murder scene equivalent as you pulled down your pants.Â
Your period had come. Â
In that moment, as much as you were dreading the pain and misery that was the next few days to come, you couldnât also help but feel a slight sense of relief, realizing that you were in fact, not actually a crazy person for the way you were feeling, you were just PMS-ing out of your mind. You couldnât also help but feel absolutely awful for your unjustified freak out at your husband this morning, your heart sinking with guilt as you made your way back to your desk, immediately grabbing your phone to text Frankie.Â
âHey⊠Iâm so sorry about this morning. What you were asking me to do wasnât a big deal at all and I totally freaked out on you. My period just started, I think thatâs why Iâve been such a bitch this morning. Iâm sorry, Frankie, I love you.đ âÂ
It was almost instantly after you hit send that the reply bubble popped up in your message, your heart pounding anxiously waiting for your husbandâs reply.Â
âItâs okay, I kind of had a feeling đ babe, you werenât being a bitch- I should have talked to you about it sooner. Shitty timing on my part. Iâm sorry. I love you too, Querida.âÂ
Before you could even respond, another message popped up below his first.Â
âDonât worry about going to the store or making anything tonight. I already texted Benny and told him we couldnât come. We can spend the night in, just the two of us. I can pick up takeout on the way home if you want and we can pick a movie to watch.âÂ
You could feel your frustrated facade beginning to melt away as your lips shifted from a pursed frown to a small smirk reading Frankieâs text, your thumbs quickly tapping across the screen of your phone to reply.Â
âThank you. Youâre the best.âÂ
âOf course. Hopefully none of your co-workers ask you to make buffalo chicken dip before you leave đâÂ
âOh shut up, meanie.âÂ
âJust kidding. Have a good rest of your day, love you. đ
âLove you too. đ€âÂ
Although the rest of your day was nowhere near enjoyable, given the fact you felt like you were getting punched repeatedly in the uterus and your personality resembled that of Oscar the Grouch, you knew that your night in with Frankie was your light at the end of the tunnel, and only needed to make it a few more hours before there was at least some sweet relief finally headed your way.Â
Despite the constant stabbing pain in your lower stomach and back, your drive home from work had you in much better spirits than your drive there, now not only having an explanation as to why you had felt like such a mess, but also knowing the rest of your night was going to be dedicated to nothing but cuddling up in your comfiest clothes and snuggling up next to Frankie on the couch.Â
As you pulled down your street, you were surprised to see Frankieâs truck already parked in the driveway, wondering what he was doing at home almost an hour earlier than he had mentioned he would be this morning. Gathering all of your things out of the back of your car, you quietly entered your home, confusion scrunching in your brow as you called out for your husband.Â
âFrankie? Babe, are you home?âÂ
Before you could even kick off your shoes or hang up your coat, Frankie had already appeared at the front door to greet you, boyish grin spread across his face as he grabbed your things out of your hand, carefully placing them on your entryway table before engulfing you in a bear hug, his broad arms wrapping around your body and pulling you closer into his chest.Â
You could feel all the muscles in your body instantly relax as your face rested against the soft cotton of his t-shirt, soaking in the familiar woody and savory scent of him, letting yourself be consumed by every ounce of his embrace.Â
âHi Hermosa.â Frankie cooed, pressing a soft kiss against your temple, running his hands up and down your back as you looked up at his sweet brown eyes shining down at you.Â
âWhat are you doing home so early? I mean, not that Iâm mad about it at all, I just thought you said that you had to work until 6:30 and-âÂ
âTold my boss I had to head out early for a family emergency.â Frankie smirked, laughing at you playfully rolling your eyes from his so-called excuse.Â
âLast time I checked, your wife being a grump because sheâs bleeding out of her cooch doesnât classify as a family emergency, Fransisco.â You teased, giving him a little shove, making the two of you giggle in tandem.Â
âEh, close enough. Iâm really sorry about this morning, querida. I was a dick for not talking to you about plans beforehand and just assuming you could go do it. It wasnât fair of me.âÂ
âItâs okay, Frankie. What you were asking for wasnât a big deal and I made it one because Iâve been a psycho all day. Iâm sorry, too.âÂ
âWell,â Frankie paused, pressing another kiss onto your cheek, the width of his palm gently cradling your jaw as you stared up at him and his sympathetic smile, ânumber one, you are not a psycho. I canât imagine how uncomfortable you must feel right now, so even if you were, I wouldnât blame you one bit. Number two,â he paused again, shifting his kiss from your cheek to your lips, his thumb delicately swiping across your skin, âyouâre my wife and I love you more than anything, and if I can take a little time off to help make you feel better, itâs the least I can do. So, why donât you go change into something comfortable, and when you get back down here, I will have pizza and ice cream, whatever movie you wanna watch, and a back rub ready for you, okay?â  Â
âOkay. Thank you, Frankie. God, youâre the best.â You grinned, pressing up on your tiptoes to let your mouth meet Frankieâs, the plush pout of his bottom lip swiping across yours, lingering just long enough to let the butterflies in your stomach begin to swirl, heat creeping through your cheeks in the tenderness of the moment.
âOf course, cariño. Te amo. Now go get changed.â With one last peck on his lips, you wiggled out of Frankieâs grasp to make your way up the stairs, grinning to see that your husband had already set out your favorite of his oversized sweatshirts and sweatpants, neatly folded on the bed for you to grab, quickly shuffling out of your uncomfortable work attire and exchanging it for Frankieâs clothes, your smile growing even wider at the feeling of perpetually being wrapped up in the essence of him.Â
As you made your way back downstairs to meet Frankie, you found your heart skipping a beat again to see that the better part of the living room had been turned into a cozy sanctuary- lights dim and candles lit, both parts of your couch squished together, filled with every pillow and blanket you owned, and Frankie sitting in the middle, giant box of pizza, tub of ice cream and your handsome husband waiting for you.Â
As if your emotions hadnât already taken you on a wild roller coaster of a ride today, the adorable sight in front of you had you on the verge of tears again, wiping the wetness pooling in your eyes with the back of Frankieâs sweatshirt sleeve drooping off your arm before crawling into the blanket fort he had constructed for the two of you.Â
âFrankie⊠You didnât have to do this.â You sniffled, curling up next to Frankie as he draped a blanket over your lap and his arm over your shoulder, passing you a plate with 2 large pieces of pizza.Â
âItâs the least I could do. I put on Hercules for us to watch, but if you wanna-âÂ
Before you could let him finish the rest of his sentence, you were running your hand across the scratchy stubble of his cheek, pulling his face closer to yours as you planted a kiss on his lips, feeling your smiles melt into one another's as your mouths met. âThat sounds perfect. God, howâd I get so lucky?âÂ
âI could say the same thing, mi amor. You ready to start the movie?âÂ
âOnly if you also pass me that tub of Ben and Jerryâs to go with my pizza.âÂ
âI think I can make that happen.âÂ
About half way through the movie, pizza and tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, your and Frankieâs bodies were tangled together in a sea of limbs and blankets, contently snuggled up with one another as Frankieâs fingers traced lazy circles on your back and shoulder as you laid against his chest.Â
âYou doinâ okay, querida? Need anything?â He cooed, his soft voice dancing in your ear. As if it werenât enough that you had already been through the extreme highs and lows of almost every feeling under the sun today, the one you hadnât been until this very moment was insatiably horny. While the mood swings you had mentally prepared yourself for with your new period symptoms, the constant other kind of ache between your legs you had not, and feeling the low rasp of Frankieâs words tickling your neck had been just enough to flip the switch to make you desperately needy.Â
Letting your leg slide over Frankieâs lap, you pushed yourself up to straddle his hips, running your hands through the dark curls of his thick, brown hair, and down his broad chest, your fists bunching the worn fabric of his shirt in your hands as your mouths became a mess of tangled tongues and teeth.Â
âI need- fuck- I need you, Frankie, please.â You pleaded between muffled moans, his tongue swiping in the parted space where your lips melted together as one, instinctively beginning to grind your hips into his, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants starting to grow beneath you.Â
âFuck- You sure, baby?â Frankie rasped, reactively bucking up into you, making you whine as his hands dug into your hips, guiding you as you swirled over the tented fabric of his bottom half rubbing against your covered core.Â
âPlease. Please, Frankie.â You were all but whimpering at this point, nodding frantically in approval as Frankie used the grasp on your hips to guide you onto your back, making you cock your head in confusion as Frankie scampered to the other side of the couch, back turned to you as he reached over the ledge, pulling out a thick, black towel with a smug grin on his face. âDid you seriously have a towel ready incase I wanted to have sex?â You snorted, shaking your head at Frankie, now crawling back to you, caging your body under his with an electric kiss as he shimmied the towel underneath you.Â
âMaybe.â Frankie smirked, breaking from your kiss to let his lips trail down your body, his hands toying with the edge of his sweatshirt covering your body as he pushed it up your stomach and chest, helping you to shimmy it over your head, leaving your top half exposed. He gently palmed at your breasts, taking each pebbled nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking at the buds with his tongue before letting his kisses travel down the soft skin of your stomach and waistband of your sweatpants. The clothes on your bottom half soon joined your sweatshirt in a crumpled pile as Frankie nestled himself between your legs, gently nudging your hips to let your thighs part, revealing your pussy, slick and shiny for him with your juices.Â
Even though Frankie would eat you out for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a late night snack, you couldnât help but feel guilty that he still found himself between your legs during your time of the month, considering any other man probably would have scoffed at just the thought of going down on you on your period.Â
But, then again, Frankie Morales wasnât just any other man.Â
âFrankie, baby, you know you donât- Oh fuck!â You gasped, cut off in surprise as Frankieâs tongue licked a long, broad strip across your cunt, making you shudder in pleasure as his head perked up, revealing the devilish grin spread between his cheeks watching your chest already heave in heavy, shaky breaths.Â
âOh I know I donât have to, sweet girl. But I want to. Relax, baby, lemme take care of you.âÂ
Before you could agree, protest, or anything in between, Frankie was back between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs as they draped over his broad shoulders, digging his fingertips into the plush softness of your skin, dragging his tongue through your folds with the exact grace and precision that he knew made you fall apart in seconds.Â
With flat, firm presses of his mouth latched against your clit, you could already feel your bottom half writhing under him, the perfect pressure of his tongue dancing around your sensitive bundle of nerves making you moan in pleasure. As your head dipped back, falling into the couch pillow behind you, your hand shot down, fingers burying themselves in the wild curls of Frankieâs hair, tugging at the thick ends for any sort of release as he worked relentlessly at your aching cunt.Â
âFuck, Frankie, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, you feel so good.â You whined, your praise only intensifying the way your husband drank every ounce of you up, two thick fingers now gently pressing inside your heat, curled deliciously as they rocked in and out of your entrance, nudging against your g-spot.Â
Frankie had spent enough time worshiping the altar that was your pussy to know exactly how to make you crumble beneath him, leaving you chanting his name like a prayer as his lips latched around your clit, ferociously sucking as his fingers prodded at the soft, spongy spot that made your cunt begin to clench and heat in your belly pool.Â
âThatâs it, Hermosa. I know youâre close, baby girl. Let me feel you, mi amor. Iâve got you.â Frankie groaned, his words humming deep in his chest, placing chaste kisses on the inside of your thighs before drinking you up like a man starved, adding a third finger into your heat, the added fullness and stretch, combined with Frankieâs relentless pace, enough to have the tingle that had been building at the base of your spine now washing through every inch of your body. Your orgasm began to crash through you, your pussy fluttering as pleasure radiated in your veins, making you cry out Frankieâs name over and over.Â
Frankie worked persistently through your high, only pulling back after making sure that you had cum again, sitting back on his haunches as he admired the blissed out and ragged mess you had become, your pussy slick and swollen as your chest rose and fell in wrecked inhales and exhales, trying to compose yourself from the Frankie and fucked you senseless with just his tongue.Â
Wiping the slick and juices glistening in his mustache with the back of his hand, Frankie tugged the sweatshirt covering his own body over his head, followed by his pants and boxers, freeing his painfully hard cock as it slapped against his stomach, his tip red and leaking with precum as his broad body loomed over yours, sucking and nipping at your pulse point as you whimpered his name.Â
âFrankie, holy fuck.âÂ
âSuch a good girl for me, querida. You still want me to fuck you, baby?â He mewled, the metallic and tangy taste of you still lingering on his tongue as he kissed you, laughing to himself at the way you found yourself frantically nodding your head to tell him yes before your words could.Â
âJesus Christ, yes. Fuck, please Frankie, I need to feel you.âÂ
Reaching down to stroke himself, he lined his cock up with your entrance, easily sliding into your heat and brushing his tip against your cervix, taking a moment to let you adjust to his fullness. The whine you let out as Frankie filled every inch of you was nothing short of ragged, digging your nails into the skin of his broad back as he ever so slowly began to thrust in and out of you, dragging his length against the slick of your cunt.Â
âOh fuck me- Fuck, you hear how wet you are for me, sweet girl? This what you needed, baby? To fill up that pretty little pussy of yours?â Frankie groaned, letting his forehead rest against yours, his sweaty curls now starting to stick to his skin as he pounded into you, rutting his hips at a faster and faster pace.Â
âItâs all for you, Frankie- Oh shit- only for you.â You moaned, your fingers wrapping around the width of his biceps, flexing deliciously as he hovered over you, sucking you in to a long, deep kiss, fucking into you over and over.Â
Even with the years between you and the ring on your finger, the possessive part of Frankieâs brain would never get over how the primal and all consuming feeling of knowing you were his, forever, your words shooting straight to his dick as a low groan rumbled in his chest, silently cursing to himself through gritted teeth, watching you fall apart below him.Â
Readjusting himself, Frankie sat back on his heels, hooking his arm under one of your legs to drape it over his shoulder, the new angle stretching you out in a way that had you seeing stars as Frankie rammed into your g-spot and began thumbing at your clit, still swollen and sensitive from your first orgasm. You could already feel the heat beginning to bloom in your belly once again, your leg beginning to tremble hoisted over Frankieâs shoulder as he dug into the meat of your thigh with a bruising intensity.Â
Just like he would never get over the fact of knowing you were his, Frankie would never get over watching you begin to crumble under his touch, taking the time to memorize every twitch and twinge your body made as you came closer and closer to your end, always savoring in the moaning mess youâd become as you fell apart around him.Â
âFuck, Frankie, Fuck, oh my god- Iâm close, baby.â You were all but rambling at this point, your brain barley stringing together coherent sentences as you felt your cunt beginning to clench around his cock, the lewd noises of your moans, wetness and skin slapping together as your hips met filling the room at a borderline pornagraphic rate.Â
âMeirda, Iâm not gonna last much longer, hermosa. Fuck, where do you want me, baby?â Frankie growled through gritted teeth, his eyes locking on yours and telling him everything he needed to know without you saying a word.Â
âInside. Fuck, please Frankie, I want you to cum inside me.âÂ
Your confirmation was all it took to flip the switch in Frankie that sent him absolutely feral, the thought of being able to actually knock you up now that you werenât on birth control anymore, giving you a baby, proving another way to the world to mark you as his? The thought alone was enough to have him bracing every bone in his body to keep him from cuming right then and there.Â
âFuck me. You want me to fill you up, querida? Fuck me full of you? Fuck a baby into you? That's what you want, huh?â Frankie moaned, grunting with each thrust of his hips, his rhythm becoming more frantic and shaky as he felt your pussy begin to flutter around him, pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit, swirling them in frantic circles to make sure you came before he did.Â
âFuck, yes. I need you too, holy fuck- wanna make you a daddy, Fransisco.âÂ
You could feel the tightly wound knot in your core starting to snap, your legs trembling and breath shaking as Frankie fucked into you, finding yourself on the verge of collapse- but not before Frankieâs filthy mouth got the last word in.Â
âJesus, fuck- Fuck, hermosa. Thatâs what you want, pretty girl? I swear, Iâm gonna fuck myself so deep into you itâll fucking take. Get you fucking pregnant tonight.âÂ
That was all it took to have you orgasm come crashing through you, every inch of your body radiating with pleasure as you came, crying out Frankieâs name as you gushed around him, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head, your mind going blank and numb, the only thing grounding you were the incoherent ramblings of your husband as he followed suit behind you.Â
âFuck, thatâs it, baby. Fuck, Iâm gonna cum too, fuck, fuck-ahhhhhh.â With one final thrust, Frankie could feel himself spilling against your walls, coating you with his spend as his cock pulsed, making sure he milked himself of every last drop deep inside your cunt before even thinking about pulling out. Moving your leg, Frankie slumped into you, splaying himself across your body as your chests rose and fell in sync, laying in silence as you let your breathing steady, coming back down to Earth from your high.Â
With a shallow grunt, Frankie carefully pulled his softening cock out of your heat, leaning back to admire the mess he had made between your legs, his cum dripping down the inside of your thighs and pussy glistening with the mixture of your arousal. You let out a soft hiss at the loss of Frankieâs fullness inside you, only to quickly be replaced by a gasp as he buried his two fingers back into your cunt. Â
âGotta make sure every last drop stays in there, hermosa. Gonna keep you full of me all night, baby.â He mewled, carefully gathering his spend and pushing it deep inside you, making you whimper as he slowly pulsed his fingers back and forth, pulling away his hand to lean back into your body, engulfing you with an electric kiss.Â
âHoly fuck, fuck me. Jesus, Frankie.â You laughed to yourself, your head dipping back on the pillow as you buried your face in your hands, at a loss for words at how euphoric you now felt in your post colital bliss.Â
âWow, again, already? Gotta give me a few after that querida.â He smirked, making you roll your eyes at his joke as you playfully swatted at him, making him lean in to pepper your body with kisses, leaving you squealing and squirming in delight.Â
âYou are absolutely ridiculous, Fransisco Morales. If you keep fucking me like that, then yeah, absolutley.âÂ
âIf I keep fucking you like this, I have a very hopeful feeling that next month, weâll have something else to care about besides period cramps.â
âI swear to god, if one of my cravings ends up being buffalo chicken dip once Iâm pregnant, Iâm gonna be pissed.â
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Comrade Red Hood
jason todd x fem!reader
patriarchy sucks, thankfully your doting nerdy boyfriend is there to show you support
-> 3k words
-> fluff, hurt/comfort, tiniest bit suggestive
-> warnings: talks of v!olence and crime (c'mon, guys, it's Gotham); mansplaining (not by Jason); reader is a little mean, but she's only human; Jason is a serial kisser and we love that for him
âAre you upset?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
ââŠis it something I did?âÂ
âNot everythingâs about you.â
Jasonâs eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as he lets out a low whistle. âDamn. I thought I was supposed to be the broody one here.â
âGetting a taste of your own medicine sometimes is good.â
Silence.
âSure youâre not mad at me?â
âIâm beginning to.â You let out a deep frustrated sigh, massaging your temples in a futile attempt to stop the incessant throbbing headache. âWhat do you want, Jason?âÂ
âI was justâis there anything I can do for you?â He asks, shifting weight between his legs. âYou seemed a bit off over the phone earlier, so I decided to drop by.â
âI just want to be alone.â You sound less passive aggressive this time as exhaustion seeps into your words. âMy head is killing me right now, but I just had an aspirin. Iâll be fine.â
âOkay. Iâll be in the living room if you need me.â Since itâs dark and your eyes are glued to the ceiling, youâre unable to take in the dejected look on his face.Â
Seeing youâve got no objections â he kind of hoped youâd change your mind and ask for cuddles â Jason leaves the room wordlessly. Itâs almost like he vanishes into thin air. A well-known skill amongst all bat-family members.
Even so, heâs surprisingly light on his feet for a big guy. But then again, weâre talking about a walking deadly weapon. A vicious vigilante. The prince of Gotham. Red Hood.
Or at least thatâs what he usually is when heâs not sulking in the living room for being a victim of his girlfriendâs sour mood.Â
Aside from the sound of a car or two passing by down below, and police sirens echoing distantly on occasion, your place is engulfed in a comfortable silence â this a relatively quiet neighborhood. Moonlight filters through your half-open curtains, a soft welcoming breeze swaying them gently to the side.Â
At some point, your eyes flutter open. You donât even remember falling asleep. Thereâs a dryness to your throat, prompting you to move around and reach for a slim water bottle on the nightstand. Next to it, the digital clock reads 2:17 AM.Â
A five hour nap. Nice.Â
Fortunately, the pounding inside your head has subsided.
Tsking in disappointment, seeing the bottle is empty, you detangle your legs from the sheets, begrudgingly getting up and dragging yourself to the kitchen.Â
The lights in the living room are still on, making your eyes squint when you approach the entrance. Youâre confused to discover Jason still lounging on the couch with a book in his hands, legs spread deliciously wide. One of his feet is propped against the edge of the coffee table.
âThought you were still out on patrol.âÂ
He looks up, and blinks, not expecting to see you up. âJust got back, actually. About fifteen minutes ago or so, I think.â
You hum in response and take a moment to really observe him.Â
His hair is still indeed damp as it falls over his forehead. Heâs also shirtless, only dressed in gray sweatpants. Took him quite a long time to feel comfortable enough to show skin like this around you. Likewise, despite the smile that your reassurances bring to his face whenever you thank him for âblessing your eyes with such a delectable sightâ, sometimes he still gets antsy if they linger too long on his scars. So, you try to respect his limits while also making sure he knows heâs incredible and beautiful.Â
There are also beads of sweat accumulated on his bare chest and neck. Despite having just showered, his body is still overheated from Red Hoodâs intense activities, you notice.Â
No injuries in sight tonight, thank goodness. But if there were, though, he probably wouldnât be here. Heâd still rather agonize in pain alone in his apartment than letting his medical resident girlfriend tend to him. Youâre still trying to ingrain into his stubborn mind that his health will never be a disturbance to you. He will never be a disturbance to you.
Hm, though he kinda was a little bit earlier before. However, that wasnât his fault. Nor yours, for that matter.
As if on cue, his question breaks you out of your reverie.
âFeeling better?â You nod in affirmation and he gives a sweet smile. âGood. You should eat, baby. I got you something on my way back. Itâs in the kitchen.â
You mirror his smile and resume your steps to the kitchen where thereâs a white medium-sized paper bag sitting on the counter.Â
Dismantling crime and wreaking havoc around Gotham, just to later on pick up food to appease his moody girlfriend back home.Â
Isnât that so cute?Â
After drinking your fill of cool water, you grab the food bag, a plate â to avoid crumbs dirtying the floor â and return to the living room to eat in Jasonâs company. Heâs still engrossed in his book. Or rather, yours. Your small library is now his, but so is his yours. Itâs an unspoken agreement.
âI didnât know Mr. Abdulâs place stays open so late.â You say thoughtfully, munching on a falafel. Jason also got you a fattoush salad, hummus, and some pita bread. Yummy.Â
Youâre sitting on opposite ends of the couch, legs on a pillow in his lap, while his forearms rests on top of them. Heâs hunched forward in concentration on the pages in front of him.
âIt doesnât.â Without looking, Jason steals one falafel from the bag and pops it into his mouth. âI broke into his kitchen.â
You choke on a piece of pita bread. âWhat the f-â
âRelax. I left the money on the counter.âÂ
âAre you fucking kidding me??â He talks about it so casually. Almost like heâs done this before. âWait. So, the cookies from Elenaâs last timeâŠâ
âWell, that oneâs obvious.â Successfully blocking a pillow chucked at his face, he rushes to defend himself, âBUT I never forget to pay, so technically Iâm not stealing! Only billionaires are harmed here, I swear.â
You both know which particular billionaire he has in mind.
âRight. Keep telling yourself that, Robin. Hood.â You scoff, picking up the fattoush salad box, opening its lid and picking through vegetables with a plastic fork. Jasonâs mouth opens in surprise. âPun intended, by the way.âÂ
âWhatever.â He huffs with an eye roll, trying to conceal his amusement. To make a point, he raises the open book to his face and blocks your view of him, ignoring you completely.Â
As you silently chew on radishes and lettuce, you take a minute to inspect what heâs reading. Itâs a considerably thick book. Zeroing in the letters of the cover, your eyes widen in shock as you swallow.Â
âJason, is thatâyouâre reading The Capital?â
âYeah, why?â He questions back, nonchalantly, lowering the book just past his eyes. âYou think I only read fiction?âÂ
âI guess⊠but I only asked because I think itâs an odd choice of reading given your night.â You explain, gathering the empty food containers, placing them inside the paper bag and setting it aside on the coffee table. âArenât you supposed to be tired?âÂ
âOf fighting against oppressive systems? Absolutely.â He quips, a playful smirk on his face. âThis guy just gets me, you know?âÂ
Seeing the unimpressed look on your face, his smile dies down and he places the book down on the armrest. âI got an extra adrenaline rush while chasing Penguinâs goons this time. There were dozens of them âcause he was closing an important arms deal at a warehouse tonight.. Remember that time when we were watching a documentary about wolves, and it was showing how packs tend to slaughter entire flocks of sheep when theyâre unable to escape from a confined space?â
âIs that your way of telling me you were in a⊠kill frenzy?â You swallow hard, trying not to sound too alarmed, but the distant look in his eyes accompanied by his eerie tone and word choice is unsettling. Even though you're well aware he doesnât pose a danger to you.
Jason seldom shares the details about his gruesome Red Hood business with you. One, because he knows you already see too much violent shit while working at the hospital.Â
Two, he knows you worry about his safety.Â
Three, thereâs also the fact that heâd like to keep a sense of normalcy at home.Â
Four, and most importantly, he believes itâs best if you donât access his dark side, but sometimes â like right now â heâs unable to conceal it. At the end of the day, heâs only someone fighting their shadows like any other.Â
Although, his are evidently a bit more obscure and jarring.Â
Thereâs a pregnant pause before he finally breaks out of his trance with a shake of his head. Taking in your tense posture and concerned face, he softens his demeanor, reaching for one of your hands. One, two, three kisses delivered to the tip of your fingers and heâs pulling you to sit straddling his legs. Calloused palms start rubbing the top of your thighs in reassurance back and forth.Â
âDonât worry, baby. I didnât shoot to kill..uh, mostly.â Thereâs no way of telling if heâs being sincere, and, frankly, youâd rather not think about this. As usual, heâs attuned to your senses, and tries to lighten the conversation up. âAnyways, I was still feeling charged when I got back. Thatâs why I picked one of your brainy books to help me wind down. Since your Sociology shelf was right in my line of sight, I decided to give it a try⊠Oh, I just remembered I forgot to bring you my French copy of Madame Bovary again.âÂ
âHm, itâs fine. Iâll borrow it next time Iâm at your place. But, back to my books. Why do I feel like this isnât a first time thing? I did find some of my Sociology books misplaced a couple of weeks ago,â you complain. âGlad youâre having fun tackling dialectical materialism as a post-vigilante workout, but please make sure you put my books in order once youâre done.âÂ
âSo bossy.â He playfully tuts, adding a nip to your shoulder. Then you feel his lips trace a slow path up to your neck, leaving a slow deliberate kiss there. âAnd so pretty, too.â
He smiles mischievously, lips still attached to your skin, as you shudder.Â
Devious bastard.
Crossing your arms, you try not to blush and keep your voice steady. âI mean it, Jason.â
âAlright, alright. Iâll mind your precious organization.â He follows his promise with a chaste kiss, this time to your lips. âBut seriously, you do look pretty.âÂ
âWhat, out of a sudden?â You raise your eyebrows in amusement.Â
Jason prides himself in being a skillful liar. It often comes in handy.Â
But he most definitely is not the type to give empty compliments.Â
Especially not to the most precious person of his life.Â
And youâre aware of that. His eyes donât lie.
Thereâs that deep candid warmth swirling within those mesmerizing irises that just captures you whole. They remind you of the ocean, colors of a fine line between blue and green, like teal. Sometimes calm and serene, sometimes agitated and raging.Â
One thing is sure. Youâre the only person who gets to soak into the tranquil waters hidden amidst the windows of his soul.Â
Because youâre the only one capable of bringing them out.Â
âNah, I always think that when I see your face.â Comes his reply.
At that, more kisses ensue. Obviously.
First one is yours, molding your lips to his in an instant as you try to return his incessant devotion with eagerness. He wastes no time in reciprocating, mouth slightly parting to welcome your tongue inside. It makes your head fuzzy all over. Every single fucking time. This type of intimacy took almost as long to construct as the display of his body. Youâre never taking his trust for granted. Never. Soon enough, Jason discovered himself to be a great fan of kissing. You. Heâs done it before with other people, sure, but it didnât make him feel like this. Yearn like this. As if he depended on it to survive. And he might as well do. Your fingers find their way to his scalp, tangling in silky locks and pulling while trapping his lower lip between your teeth, eliciting a soft groan from him. As a result, he grips your hips harder, drawing you impossibly closer. The heat from his bare muscular chest is scorching, almost too much to bear as it seeps through your shirt â his shirt.Â
You two only break apart because he decides to now trail his lips downward, leaving you panting, eyes sealed shut in pleasure, as he works his mouth across every other available patch of your skin. From jaw to neck, and shoulder. And back up.
This time his ministrations are sweeter and more tender, making you melt completely into his embrace.Â
Finally sated, after delivering a last kiss behind your ear, he whispers softly and a little breathless, âWanna share now why you almost bit my head off a few hours ago, hm?âÂ
Watching your face fall when he pulls back, his heart equally drops, causing him to backtrack, âSâokay, baby. You donât have to tell me. Iâm sorry.â
You exhale shakily, glancing down to fiddle with the hems of your â his â shirt. A hand cups your cheek, and tilts your head upwards carefully, thumb brushing the soft skin back and forth. Molten blue-green irises coaxing you to relax like the gentle sway of the sea. Telling heâs trusty and willing to listen.
âNo, itâs just⊠ughâŠâ He waits patiently as you gather your thoughts. âI had to deal with one of my stupid professors mansplaining to me during my presentation today. A subject that Iâve been studying for years now. I knew what I was talking about and he acted as if I didnât, saying that I didnât use the concepts correctly like I was a child. Some of my colleagues told me I shouldnât take his words personally, but it fucking sucked. Still does. I hate it when people, especially men, undermine my intelligence. I just felt so frustrated, I went to the bathroom and cried when the presentation ended. And to top it off, I got a miserable headache on the way home. So yeah, thatâs why I was in such a shitty mood tonight. Iâm sorry I took it out on youâŠâÂ
While describing what happened and venting about your feelings, you barely registered the way his arms tensed around you or how a muscle in his jaw ticked. Thereâs really no mistaking the look on his face now. The dark stormy blue that has replaced the soothing sea green. âJason, no. Promise me you wonât do anything stupid.â
âHe upset you.â Your boyfriend states in a clipped tone. âHe made you cry.âÂ
âNo matter how tempting, you canât just fuck up every single guy that gets on my nerves.â
âI beg to differ.â
âJace.â You beg, exasperated. âPlease. Thatâs not what I need right now, okay? He was being an asshole, yes, but the academy, and the whole world, is crowded with them unfortunately. Most of the time, I can handle it just fine. But, today was different. Iâve been preparing for my presentation for days, so he caught me by surprise with his arrogance and my anxiety kinda escalated, I guess. What I mean is I didnât tell you this because I wanted you to avenge me. I just want to be understood. Canât you do that for me?â The sight of tears filling your wide eyes dilute his outrage instantly. Youâre engulfed in a tight comforting hug.
âOf course, baby. Iâll never feel the same as you âcause Iâm not a woman, but you must know Iâm here for you and Iâm sorry you had to deal with this.â He offers, sympathetically, before something darker twists his features again. âI wonât lie to you, though. Itâd be easy for me to rip that fucking bastardâs tongueââ
âJason.â
ââand feed it to his mouth until he chokesââ
âJason.âÂ
He puts a finger to your mouth to silence you, just to pull back immediately before it gets bitten off.
ââbut I wonât do that.â Not today at least, he keeps this last part to himself. âMy point is a brilliant woman like you will always be a threat to insecure fuckers like him. Bet heâs just jealous heâll never shine as bright as you do.â
You throw your arms around his neck, burying your face in it with a sniffle. âI love you.â
âI love you too. A lot.â Nuzzling into your hair, he inhales the soft scent of jasmine shampoo. âFeeling okay?â
âYes. Thank you.â You really are. But, then, you sigh wistfully. âIâm thinking if I were an Amazon, itâd probably be easier to deal with this type of situation.â
âHow so?â He tilts his head, confused.
âYou know⊠Iâd be strong, powerful... intimidating. Stuff like that.âÂ
âYou already wield your intellect like the sharpest blade Iâve ever seen. Your words are eloquent and sharp when you stick up for what you believe. Not to mention the way you carry yourself with confidence even when youâre in a room filled with strangers.â He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, speaking earnestly. âTrust me, sweetheart. You donât need to be an Amazon when youâre already a goddess.âÂ
âThatâs⊠wow⊠I wasnât expecting that.â The butterflies are throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. You just canât stop grinning, so you playfully hit his shoulder. âNever knew you could be so sappy.âÂ
He catches your wrist delicately, not missing the opportunity to turn it and plant his lips on your knuckles.
âThatâs all on you. You turned me into this.â He claims, placing your open palm over his heart, and holding it there. Itâs beating quite rapidly. Like yours is. âTake responsibility, woman.âÂ
âFine,â you concede with a playful eye roll. Guilty as charged, your honor. âBut, seriously, thank you. Your words mean a lot.â
âYou mean a lot to me. Donât ever forget that.â One, two, three pecks to his lips. You discover you really love kissing him as well.Â
Suddenly, heâs covering his mouth with a yawn. Outside, Gothamâs black heaven is starting to get tinged with pink and yellow, announcing the sunâs impending arrival. Soon the streets around your building will have people going out about their day. Unbeknownst to them, one of the guys responsible for their safety sleeps tucked in your bed right around the corner.Â
âWe should probably sleep.â Jason begins, effortlessly getting up in a swift motion while still holding onto you. Your legs wrap around his waist as he walks you two to the bedroom. âI already lost way more brain cells than intended. Gotta save some for Mary Wollstonecraft tomorrow.â
âYouâre such a dork.â
âAnd you need to get woke,â he taunts.
âThese are my books!â You counter, indignantly.Â
âOurs. Donât be so individualistic, baby. Thatâs why capitalismââ Not letting him finish, you jump off his arms and go into the bathroom as he trails behind like a lost puppy.
âYeah, yeah, I get it, comrade Red Hood. Now shut your revolutionary mouth, and letâs get ready for bed.â
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