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girrrllll, i got another idea! how about Elijah proposing to a reader? it could be angsty in the beginning, maybe they got into a fight because she feels like he always puts his family before her, so he proposes to her to show her she is his family too (and cause he was planning on doing that for a while anyway). and itâs all emotional, sheâs not believing whatâs happening and sheâs thinking he doesnât really mean it. meanwhile heâs almost desperate to show her how much she means to him. Smut cannot be absent of course. thank youuuuđ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»
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Elijah loves you with all his heart, but his commitment to his family and his loyalty to Klaus keeps him from acting on his feelings. But when he almost loses you, he is determined to prove that you are the only woman he has ever truly loved, and wants to make you his, forever.
âĄâĄ Thanks for the request @msveronicag! Who doesn't want to be Elijah's wife? âĄâĄ
6.8k words - Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, slight violence (a classic Elijah & Klaus brawl), shower sex, rimjob {f!receiving}, oral sex & the Italian coast âĄ
Everyone says that Elijah Mikaelson is the best of his family. A loyal, charming, considerate man that holds himself to a standard not many can accomplish. In essence, perfect. He loves his family deeply, despite their constant misgivings and betrayals. Nothing would get in his way, if it meant he could protect the ones he loves.
Well, that's what you wanted to believe.
There was a reason Elijah held such devotion to his family. He was one of them, and no better than the worst of them, having sinned over and over to the point where atonement was simply not a viable option.
He didn't want you to see him that way, the dark side of his polished exterior. He wanted to shed his past and become a new man with you by his side.
You were unlike anyone he's ever known or had a passing connection to. Your empathy and kindness was beyond measure, it had captivated him the very moment that your eyes met.
He always wanted to be married, there were even a few times he almost found someone to spend eternity with. Something always stood between that moment and himself, usually in the shape of some great threat. But things had now settled in his life, he had a niece and a proper place to call home. He was no longer on the run from one demon or another.
He wanted this. To settle down with the woman of his dreams, build a life together, and maybe even add to it.
Perfect. Simple. Domestic bliss.
You had come for a small party celebrating Hope's third birthday. Or, as far as you were concerned, a get together amongst those you considered family.
Although, sometimes you worried they didn't see you as family in turn. Deep entrenched history often kept you away from the inner workings of their family life. You understood that you had to earn your place in their lives, and you had done so time and time again. But they never seemed to truly accept you as one of their own.
You got along with nearly all of them except Klaus, who saw you as just a passing phase Elijah was going through. A dalliance, nothing more.
He certainly knew how to poke at your insecurities about your relationship.
"So, tell me," he asked as the two of you waited in the kitchen. "When will this little thing with you and my brother end?"
"Excuse me?" you asked, trying to keep your voice light.
"Don't take it personally, sweetheart. You're not the first pretty face he's lost himself in," Klaus explained with a shrug.
"You don't think he's serious about me?" you questioned, trying not to feel hurt.
Klaus just shrugged and gave you a wicked grin. "Why would he be?"
"Because I love him, and he loves me," you replied, keeping your voice low. "It's been four years, and it's serious."
Klaus let out a bark of a laugh. "Four years is nothing in the life of an original. When will you stop living in this fantasy you've built in your mind? This will end and you will move on."
You were about to respond with a few choice words when Hayley came in carrying hope.
While your relationship with Klaus was contentious and you thought him to be cruel and cold. There was no doubt that Hope loved her daddy with all of her tiny heart. She reached out to him, and he happily took her into his arms.
"There's my little one," he cooed, holding her close. "I love you, my sweet girl."
He began to place kisses all over her, and the three year old giggled loudly.
You had baked the cake for her, and placed a number 3 candle in the middle.
"Let's light her up!" you announced.
The cake was placed on the dining room table, and Elijah stood by you. He slipped his hand in yours and squeezed.
"I want auntie y/n to light it," Hope said.
You smiled wide and kissed her on the head.
"Okay," you whispered, your voice soft.
You lit the candle, and everyone began to sing as the little Mikaelson happily ate a slice of cake, messily covering herself. You laughed, taking a cloth to wipe her little face and hands. Elijah watched you with adoring eyes, you were such a loving soul and he was so lucky to be the one to call you his own.
The cake was enjoyed by all and soon it was time for gifts. Hope was handed a large package by her father, and she eagerly tore open the paper.
You were cuddled up to Elijah, and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Thank you, my love."
"For what?" you asked, glancing up at him.
"For being here. It means a lot to me," he told you.
You looked back up at Elijah, and kissed him lightly.
"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," you told him.
Hayley helped Hope unwrap the gift from you and Elijah. It was a wooden dollhouse, and it was a miniature replica of the compound, complete with a little Klaus, Elijah, Hayley, and Hope.
Hope hugged the dollhouse to her chest. "I love it!"
"We made it ourselves," you said with a smile.
"Look, daddy!" Hope squealed. "Auntie Y/N and Uncle 'lijah got me a house."
Klaus gave you a tight smile, and you looked at Elijah. He wrapped an arm around your waist, and held you close. This only seemed to annoy Klaus more, but he turned his attention to his daughter, and the gift that she had received.
"That's amazing, little love. Now, why don't you open the rest of your presents?"
"Okay!"
The evening winded down, and eventually Klaus and Hayley took Hope upstairs to get her ready for bed and the rest of the family retired to their rooms. You had left the dining room table a mess, and wanted to help clean up.
You had picked up a few discarded wrapping papers, when Elijah's arms came around your waist.
"Don't worry about that, my love," he whispered, pressing his lips to your neck. "Leave it, we can do it tomorrow."
"You're sure?" you asked, leaning against him.
"Very," he whispered, taking your hand and leading you towards his bedroom. "I have other plans for you."
"Oh?"
"Mmm," he replied, nipping at your ear. "You know, I've been thinking of you all day. All the things I'd like to do with you."
You flushed, biting your lips and smiling shyly. He never failed to make your heart skip a beat when he looked at you with that seductive gaze. He never had to force it either, his stare was simply alluring and attentive, it pulled you into its grasp like a siren's song.
Elijah shut the door, and the moment you turned around, he grabbed you and kissed you passionately. His hands held your hips tightly, pulling you against him. He kissed down your jawline, and down your throat.
He pushed you gently onto the bed, kissing down your neck and inhaling the smell of your skin, pulling your clothes off as he went along.
His love, his entire world, right here in his arms. If he were a more possessive man, he'd keep you in this room until his love was imprinted in your very bones.
He kissed you softly, wanting to take his time and express how deeply he cared for you with each touch. He moved down your body, worshiping your skin with his hands and mouth, and the soft sounds that escaped you only urged him on.
His bliss was quickly broken by the sounds of his brother yelling for him at the top of his lungs- an unnecessary use of volume, considering everyone had supernatural hearing.
You reached down and cupped his face, drawing his attention back to you.
"Please don't," you whispered, a pleading look in your eyes. "Stay,"
Elijah's breath left his lungs. You were not the clingy type, in fact you were rather understanding and independent; letting him go and do whatever it was the family needed, always supporting him.
He should stay, finish what he started with you, love you, the one he can't live without. But there was clearly something going on downstairs, his family needed him.
He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "I'll be back."
"Sure," you said flatly, pulling away. You didn't quite meet his eyes as you turned on your side, facing away from him.
You were clearly upset, but he didn't have time to be swayed by his emotions. He leaned in to give you a quick kiss, but you turned your head away.
"I'm sorry, my love," he said, stroking your hair.
You didn't respond, and he had to leave you there, curled up and angry. He felt a deep pang of regret, but the thought of his family's safety was at the forefront of his mind.
As soon as Elijah left, you let your emotions come to a boil. It hurt how he was constantly running away to deal with his family. It hurt you when he put them over you, their arguments over little things always dragged him in. It made you feel undesired, and second best.
You had no doubt he cared for you, and you did believe he loved you. But did he truly love you the way he loved his own family?
No, not really. He was always holding back, never showing all of himself. He wanted a relationship, but not a true partnership. Not with you, anyway.
Your insecurities bubbled to the surface. The way Klaus acted around you, like you didn't belong, he always treated you as if you were an outsider. Perhaps he was right, that it was a fantasy, that you should move on.
It didn't matter that you were with Elijah. It didn't matter that he called you his love.
He could love you, but not be in love with you. And maybe he wasn't. Maybe this was all a lie, a ruse.Â
Just too good to be true.
Klaus was pacing around the courtyard, clearly worked up and ready to take it out on the next person who walked through the door.
"Is it necessary to yell?" Elijah asked, his voice calm and collected.
"I had to make sure to get your attention, since you've been so distracted lately," Klaus snarked, a pointed look on his face.
Elijah let out a sigh, this wasn't the first time they've had this conversation. He was growing tired of Klaus' attitude. "What is it that's so important?" he asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of his tone.
"Y/n is a distraction," Klaus began. "You are blinded by her, and you've become weak and weakness will get us killed." He was speaking quickly and with anger. "You are no longer the man that I've known for a thousand years. You have forgotten where you came from, what you are, and who you are meant to protect."
"Are you suggesting I cast her aside?" Elijah questioned, his voice cold.
"Yes, exactly," Klaus answered, his expression unchanging.
"No," Elijah stated simply.
"She acts far too familiar, and is clearly not one of us," Klaus continued.
"She has proven herself time and time again," Elijah countered. "What more does she need to do?"
"I don't want Hope getting attached to someone that isn't family," Klaus said.
"You can't control who Hope gets close to," Elijah snapped, his anger finally rising.
"I can certainly try," Klaus replied, his tone icy. "And I will. Because you've allowed this woman into our home, our family, and now she's acting as if she belongs."
"She does," Elijah said, his voice steady. "You just have a hard time accepting that."
"If you really care about her, then you will do what is best," Klaus replied, his expression changing. "We both know what happens to your dalliances, they come to tragic ends. I'm trying to spare her from that, brother."
"This isn't some fling, Klaus," Elijah growled, his eyes flashing with rage.
"No, she's just a girl you enjoy fucking! And now Hope is calling her auntie, and she's acting like she's Hope's mother-"
Elijah laughed coldly, his brother was so painfully transparent, his paranoia endless and ever growing. "Is that what this is about? You're afraid of her taking Hayley's place? That I would take yours? Have you officially gone insane?" he mocked, his anger at a breaking point. "Have my actions in the last few years not been clear?"
"She will not be welcomed here once you've tired of her. Once she's gone, Hope will ask for her, and I will not allow that," Klaus stated, his voice rising. "You will have broken a little girls heart because of some stupid infatuation."
Elijah's patience with his brother had worn thin. He had to remind himself that Klaus had suffered so many losses in his long life, that his paranoia had grown into something monstrous. But in times like this, his brother could be utterly cruel, and it was impossible to see him as anything but.
"It's not some stupid infatuation," Elijah seethed, his hands clenched into fists. "I love her, and that's something you will never understand. She has been good for me, and has done nothing but support us. She's not a threat, and you know it. This is the problem with you, you want everyone to suffer as you have."
"That is not what I'm doing-" Klaus began, his voice rising. "She's not one of us, and will never be. You just keep her around as a trophy, to remind yourself that you are capable of caring for another. She doesn't belong here, and it will be her undoing."
Elijah lost his control and snapped. He grabbed his brother and threw him against the wall. Klaus' head hit the stone and cracked loudly. His face contorted into an expression of rage, his eyes flashing gold. He moved forward and punched Elijah in the face, sending him stumbling back. He rushed at his brother and grabbed him by the throat, squeezing tightly. Klaus' anger grew, and his grip tightened.
"Enough!" Hayley screamed, grabbing Klaus' arm and pulling him back. She looked between the two brothers, her eyes wide. "Why are you two fist fighting when my daughter is trying to sleep?!"
Klaus' eyes were wild, and his face was covered in blood, Elijah looked the same, and neither was ready to back down. The only thing stopping them was Hayley's presence. She stood between them, and looked at Klaus. "What did you do? What could you have possibly said to him?" she demanded.
"Y/n isn't family, and never will be," Klaus spat, glaring at Elijah. "I have to protect our daughter."
"Our daughter? You're unbelievable, Klaus," Hayley said, shaking her head. "Go. To. Bed. Both of you," she commanded.
She grabbed Klaus's hand, and dragged him away. Elijah sighed, rubbing his forehead. He looked up and saw you on one of the upper balconies with an unreadable expression on your face.
Had you seen that entire argument? Did you hear the awful things his brother had said about you?
He rushed up the stairs and met you at your bedroom door. You had your bag in your hand, and he knew immediately what was happening.
"You can't," he told you, shaking his head.
"I'm not welcome here," you whispered. "I have to go, Elijah."
"You are always welcome here," he said, reaching for you. "Please, let's talk."
"We have talked," you told him, pushing his hand away. "I've heard everything I needed to hear, Elijah. You keep choosing them over me. It's always your family first, and I understand that, but you have to see how it hurts me. I can't just keep coming second in your life."
"You aren't," he whispered, trying to draw you close, but you gently pushed him away. He felt his heart shatter at the action, and he knew he had lost you. "I want you, I choose you. Don't do this, my love."
You pushed past him, unable to hear anything else he had to say at the moment, you needed space to think, to figure out what you wanted. If this was a fight you could win. "Goodbye, Elijah," you said, giving him one last glance.
He stood there, and he was frozen. How could this have happened? He thought that he had made you understand that this was permanent. That you were forever.
But he had failed to show his love properly and he had to fix what he broke. You were his greatest love, his everything, and he couldn't live without you. He was nothing without you. So he would do whatever it took to bring you back.
Because if you were gone, so was he.
You were staying with Marcel, the only person who understood what it was like to be in the Mikaelson shadow. He wasn't thrilled that Elijah had hurt you, but he did understand that relationships weren't always easy, especially with the Mikaelsons.
He poured you a stiff drink, and let you wallow.
"I shouldn't have gone," you muttered.
"It's Hope's birthday," he pointed out.
"But I should have known better than to get involved like that, it only makes Klaus jealous," you sighed.
"Klaus is a notorious asshole, and Elijah is...well, he's not good with his emotions."
"That's putting it lightly."
You drank the whole glass in one gulp, and poured yourself another.
"I don't know why I thought that he was serious," you grumbled.
"He's serious, but he's also scared," Marcel replied. "It's a lot easier for him to push people away, then have the chance to hurt them."
"It's a terrible feeling, wanting to be a part of a family that doesn't want you," you admitted.
"I know the feeling," Marcel replied, sitting down next to you.
"He told me he loved me. He told me that we were going to spend forever together. And yet, his family still doesn't accept me." You looked up at Marcel, your eyes filled with tears.
"It's just Klaus, the rest of them adore you," he told you.
"How do I get Klaus to trust me? I'm not trying to take his daughter," you insisted.
"Just be patient, give him some time," Marcel advised.
"I've given him four years," you said. "And he's not willing to accept me even a little."
Marcel nodded, and handed you another drink. "Don't worry about Klaus, he'll get over himself."
"And Elijah?" you asked.
Marcel frowned. "That's not my area."
"Yeah," you said, nodding slowly. "Me either."
You and Marcel had a few drinks and talked the night away. By the end, you had almost completely forgotten your heartache, and were simply enjoying the company.
Marcel had fallen asleep, and you were dozing off when your phone buzzed. You opened it and saw a message from Elijah.
We need to talk.
You sighed, and sent him a simple reply.
Tomorrow.
You were far too exhausted to deal with his bullshit right now. You tossed your phone on the coffee table and fell asleep.
The next morning you woke up on Marcel's couch, a blanket thrown over you. You stretched, and grabbed your phone, heading into the kitchen.
Elijah had texted you back.
Meet me outside, I have a car waiting for you.
You frowned. He was sending a car for you? You quickly responded.
Why are you sending a car?
A response came instantly.
It's a surprise.
You shook your head, but smiled a little and texted him back.
Fine, give me 10 minutes.
Hurry, we're on a tight schedule.
You showered, and got dressed, grabbing your bag, and heading out. You gave Marcel a quick goodbye, and hopped into the town car.
Elijah was sitting there, and smiled softly.
"Good morning," he said.
"Morning," you replied.
He looked you over, and you were surprised by the intense gaze. You blushed under his scrutiny.
"What?" you asked.
"You're beautiful," he said softly. "And I'm sorry, for all of this. I never meant to hurt you, or make you feel unwanted."
You shook your head. "I know you didn't," you said. "And it's okay."
"It's not," he told you, reaching for your hand. You let him take it, and he pressed a kiss to your palm.
You flushed, and looked away. "Where are we going?"
"The airport," he replied.
"What? Why?" You were completely confused.
"You are right, I'm not putting you first, and I will not allow that anymore," Elijah replied. "And to prove it, we're going somewhere, just the two of us."
"Where are we going?"
"Italy, we're going to spend a month on the Amalfi Coast." he said, a soft smile on his face.
"A month?" You asked, a hint of excitement in your voice.
"Yes," he nodded, and pressed his lips to the back of your hand. "I've been neglectful, and I need to remind you of how I feel about you.
"Eli, you don't have to do all of this."
"Yes, I do," he replied. "You deserve the world."
He had rented a private plane, and had arranged everything. You were incredibly impressed that he managed to pull it all off in the span of a night.
You sat beside him on the plane, his hand intertwined with yours, and a soft smile on his face. You couldn't help but relax, the last couple of days had been so tense, but you couldn't stay mad at him, and a romantic getaway was exactly what you needed.
As the plane took off, Elijah reached over and brushed your hair out of your face. You lifted the arm rest and cuddled up against him, resting your head on his chest. He held you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You missed this, the way he was so attentive, the way he was gentle with you.
"I am sorry, for making you feel second best," he said, his voice low and full of regret.
"I know," you said, reaching up and stroking his cheek. "It's okay, your dedication to your family is part of what I love about you."
You looked up at him and kissed him softly.
"Let's not dwell on the past," you said. "We have a whole month to make new memories."
"I am going to spoil you so much, my love," he said, kissing your nose.
The flight was nearly twelve hours and you immediately fell asleep when the plane leveled out. When you woke up, the sun was starting to set.
Elijah was reading a book, and had his free hand resting on your hip. You smiled, and snuggled closer. He put the book down and looked at you, his eyes soft and full of affection.
"Good morning, or rather evening," he chuckled. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah," you yawned.
You looked out the window, and saw the city below. It was like something out of a dream, colorful houses all stacked up, the sea sparkling as the sun set.
"Welcome to Positano," he said.
"Elijah," you whispered, awe in your voice.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
"It's magical," you gushed.
"Yes, it is."
The plane landed, and a car was waiting. Elijah had rented an entire villa for the two of you. It was stunning, with a view of the ocean, and a private beach.
You walked through the villa, looking at all the art and antiques. It was very much Elijah's taste, and you could see yourself spending a month here.
The moon was out and it cast a soft glow over the sea. Elijah took your hand and the two of you walked down the stairs to the beach.
The sounds of the waves gently lapping on the sand soothed you. You walked down the shoreline, your hands intertwined.
"You didn't have to do all this, you know," you said, leaning against him.
"I know, but I wanted to. I needed to. It was a selfish thing, really," he replied, wrapping his arms around you.
Up ahead you saw something on the beach, it was too dark to make out, but it looked like a bunch of neatly shaped debris.
You walked a little closer, and you could make out the shapes. It was a heart, surrounded by lit candles, and flowers. The words "I love you" written with rose petals on the sand. Suddenly a bunch of twinkle lights were turned on, and the whole scene was lit up.
You turned around to ask Elijah if he had done this, but the words died in your throat. He was kneeling on the ground, a ring box in his hand.
"Y/n," he began, his voice soft and loving.
"What are you doing?" you asked, a bit breathless.
"I should have done this a long time ago," he said. "I should have married you years ago, but I was afraid. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to give you everything you deserve."
"Eli-"
"No, let me finish," he insisted, and continued. "I've spent centuries on this earth, never truly belonging anywhere. Always searching, never finding. Until I found you. My home, my heart, my family."
You were crying, tears streaming down your face. You couldn't really process what was happening, here was the man of your dreams, pouring his heart out, telling you how much he loved you, how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
"You are my world, my everything. And I want to spend eternity by your side," he said, opening the box and showing you the ring.
The ring was absolutely stunning, a large ruby surrounded by diamonds. It looked antique and must have been worth a fortune.
"I found this ring almost five hundred years ago, right here in Italy. I knew that when I finally found the right person, I would give it to them," he said, smiling up at you.
"You can't be serious," you said, not intending for it to sound as harsh as it did. You were in complete shock.
"I have never been more serious in my entire life," he replied, his voice firm.
"What will your family say?" You asked, worried about Klausâ reaction.
"Niklaus can go fuck himself," Elijah grinned. "As for the rest of them, they will be thrilled."
You nodded slowly, letting the words sink in.
"This is insane," you whispered, unable to stop staring at the ring.
"Is that a yes?" He asked, looking nervous. "Will you be my wife?"
"Yes," you breathed, and he took your hand and slipped the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly, as though it was made for you.
He stood up, and kissed you. You threw your arms around him, your fingers tangling in his hair, kissing him back with every ounce of love you had for him.
"You're my family, you're my home," he whispered, spinning you around. "And I vow, from this day on, you will always come first. I love you."
"I love you too," you murmured, cupping his cheek. "With all my heart."
He pulled you close, kissing you deeply. You lost yourself in his embrace, in the way his hands felt on your body, his lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth.
You both stumbled to the villa, tearing each other's clothes off. Your back hit the wall, and Elijah pushed your skirt up. His hands found your thighs and he squeezed the soft flesh, lifting you up, your legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed along your neck, leaving little marks in his wake.
"My fiance," he muttered against the flesh. "My darling love."
"I like the sound of that," you moaned.
"Then you're going to absolutely adore being called my wife," he grinned, moving his lips down to your breasts.
His kisses turned bruising, biting at the flesh of your tits. He was rough with you and you relished it. It was like he was finally unleashing his feelings, letting out all the love he had for you.
You tugged on his hair, bringing his lips back to yours, hungry for his kisses, drunk off of his affection.
"Bed, Eli," you murmured, but instead, he picked you up and carried you into the shower.
He set you on your feet and turned the water on.
"We are covered in sand," he grinned.
The steam was rising as the water heated up, and the moment it was hot enough Elijah pulled you in with him. You squealed as the warm water washed over you, cleaning you off.
The water was the perfect temperature, a delicious warmth, but not as delicious as the feeling of him pressing into you, pinning your front against the tile.
He reached up, taking your hands and pinning them to the tile wall.
"Keep your hands here," he commanded, pressing a kiss to the back of one.
You nodded, a small moan escaping your lips, he kissed his way down your back. He ran his tongue down the length of your spine. Soft and gentle, teasing over the top of your ass. His hands ran over your legs, and he bent you slightly, opening your cheeks to reveal the most intimate part of you.
"Beautiful," he murmured, before lapping at you.
Your knees nearly buckled as he pressed his face into your flesh. His hands spread your cheeks wide as his tongue dipped into your core. The way his mouth touched every part of you left you dizzy with need. Your thighs clenched, your clit pulsing, ready to be touched.
But you did what he told you, and kept your hands above your head. The porcelain felt cool on your heated skin and he tugged you closer, your hands moving further down as your body was pulled back. His tongue darted into your center, teasing around your hole, his saliva coating you, trailing up, finding your puckered hole, and slowly circling the muscle.
"Elijah," you whimpered, gasping as his tongue worked you open.
He slipped a finger into your dripping cunt, working it inside, pulling it out and sliding it up, moving to replace his tongue on your tight entrance. He swirled around your asshole before pushing the pad of his finger into your tight heat, his mouth sucking on your ass, soft moans escaping him, vibrating against your flesh.
You struggled to keep yourself upright, your hands against the wall, bracing yourself, wiggling against him. The warm water of the shower cascading over you, the sensations were too much and not enough. You were panting, your head tilted back, eyes closed, as you were overwhelmed by his touch.
He pulled back and stood up, kissing along the back of your neck, he placed his hands on your hips and pulled you close.
"Do you want more, sweetheart?" He murmured in your ear, his voice low and seductive.
"Yes," you breathed, arching against him.
His cock was hard, trapped between the two of you. You ground against him, rubbing yourself on his length, desperate for the friction.
"How much more?" He asked, a smirk in his voice.
"All of it," you said.
"Right here, up against the shower wall?"
"Yes, Elijah, please," you begged.
He hummed and reached between the two of you, taking his length and teasing your core with it. He loved making you beg for him, and he loved hearing the desperation in your voice. But you were now to be his wife, and he was going to take care of you.
He eased himself into your center, groaning at the tightness of you, how good it felt to be surrounded by your warmth. You moaned as he pressed inside of you, the thickness of his cock filling you.
He placed his hands on top of yours against the wall, intertwining your fingers.
"I love you," he murmured, his hips moving against you.
"I love you," you moaned, rocking your hips with him.
He took his time with you, savoring the feeling of your body. He had almost lost you, and he needed to remind you how much you meant to him, how he cherished you.
His slow, languid movements were torture, the heat building inside of you, his thick cock rubbing every inch of your pussy. You moved together, the two of you in sync.
Your orgasm started to build, a slow burn deep within. You had never been so turned on, or so loved, the way he held you, the way he whispered your name like a prayer.
"That's it, baby, come for me," he encouraged, his hips picking up the pace.
He could feel the change, and he knew exactly how to push you over the edge. His thrusts became harder, more purposeful. His lips found the sensitive spot on your neck, and he sucked the tender flesh.
Your walls clenched and you fell apart, coming undone for him, moaning his name, over and over. He smiled against your skin, he could stay buried inside of you forever, and never tire of the way you made him feel.
He turned off the shower and pulled you to the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. He laid you down on the bed, his body on top of yours.
"I can't wait to make love to you every day, for the rest of our lives," he smiled.
"That's a long time, Eli," you teased.
"Not long enough," he smirked.
He took your legs and spread them, kneeling between them. He guided his length into you, and pushed all the way in.
He groaned, loving the way your body opened up to him, the way you felt like home.
"Elijah," you gasped, your hands reaching for him, needing to touch him.
"I love the way you say my name," he smiled, leaning down and kissing you, his tongue licking into your mouth.
He rocked into you, slowly, the feeling of you was addictive. You were his drug and he would never be able to get enough of you. He pictured all the ways he would make love to you, the ways he would please you, worship you.
"My beautiful girl," he groaned, his body on fire, his desire burning, and it only fueled his need.
His hips snapped against yours, and you gripped the sheets, the pleasure coursing through you. Another orgasm was building, the feeling of him deep inside of you, the way he looked at you with such love.
"Come with me, my love," he pleaded, his hand moving between the two of you, finding your clit, his fingers gently rubbing the bundle of nerves.
He was so close, and he was determined to have you come with him, to fall apart for him, together.
You whimpered and moaned, your hips lifting to meet his, chasing the feeling, knowing it was so close. He pressed his lips to yours, and the dam broke, crashing over the both of you.
You came together, moaning, his cock twitching as he emptied inside of you, your walls clenching and milking him, taking everything he had to offer.
You collapsed, boneless, spent, completely and utterly satisfied. He smiled at the sight of you, blissed out and glowing, your hair wet and splayed out over the pillows. . He had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life.
He laid down next to you, making sure to keep you close. You curled into his chest, and his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight.
"So, tell me more about this wedding of ours," you grinned, holding your hand up to look at your ring.
"I'll arrange everything, don't you worry about a thing," he said softly, nuzzling your neck.
"Is that so? I don't get any input?" you teased, turning to look at him, your lips brushing against his.
"I mean, you can make suggestions, if you'd like," he smirked, his hand running along the curve of your hip.
"Hmm, well, I do think we should get married in Positano," you smiled, and his eyes lit up.
"Itâs perfect here, isn't it?" he mused, a soft smile on his lips.
"I want it to be a small wedding," you said, tracing patterns on his chest. "Family and close friends only."
"Of course," he replied. "I want it to be something just for us."
The two of you talked until the early morning, dreaming up your future together, and making plans for your wedding. It would be a simple affair, a celebration of your love, in a beautiful location, with the people who cared about the two of you the most.
The month spent in Italy was something out of a dream, the days filled with long walks on the beach, picnics in the gardens, and nights filled with dancing and drinking. You made love in the most luxurious beds, and in the most unorthodox places, including the rooftop patio one night. You even made it a bit of a game, seeing who could find the best spots to fuck in. Elijah always won, and was very proud of himself, you loved seeing him so carefree, so happy.
There was no talk of his family or what was going on at home. It was like you were in your own little world, just the two of you. But it was time to return home, the news of your engagement was something you both wanted to share in person.
When you entered the compound, Hope came running up to her favorite uncle, Elijah scooped her up in his arms and spun her around.
"Uncle âlijah! Auntie y/n you're home!" she grinned, and you smiled at her, ruffling her hair.
"Have you been behaving for your mother?" Elijah asked, carrying her towards the courtyard, letting her tell you both all about what she had been up to while you were away.
"I see the trip did you both some good," Klaus said, walking towards the three of you. His eyes darted to the ring on your finger, the red ruby catching the light. "Is that what I think it is?"
"What is?" Hope asked, looking confused.
"I asked aunt y/n to marry me," Elijah told Hope, smiling sweetly at her.
"You did?" She exclaimed, her eyes wide.
"Yes," you nodded, laughing at the excitement.
Hope hugged Elijah tightly, and Klaus looked at his brother, a hint of a smile on his lips. The sight of his daughter so happy warmed his heart.
"Well, I wish you both every bit of happiness," he said, giving you a tight smile.
"Thank you," you replied, knowing his words were sincere and it was probably the most enthusiastic response you would ever get from him. It was progress and that was enough for you.
Elijah put Hope down, and she took off running, the news of your engagement clearly something she was very excited about. You could hear her yelling the news as she ran through the compound. Rebekah was the first to appear, pulling you into a tight hug.
"Congratulations!" She beamed, and you hugged her back, her enthusiasm contagious. "I better be a bridesmaid."
The rest of the Mikaelson's slowly came and offered their congratulations. Hayley and Freya both hugged you, Marcel shook Elijah's hand and Kol gave you a warm smile. Hope was thrilled, talking a mile a minute about all the ways she was going to help with the wedding.
"Can I be a bridesmaid?" she asked, her cute little face pleading.
You knelt down so you were at her level, taking her hand. "How about something even more special? No one else at the wedding is going to have such an important job."
"What is it?" She asked, her face completely in awe.
"Will you be my flower girl?"
She squealed and jumped into your arms, squeezing you tight. "Really? Yes! I'd love to!"
You laughed and hugged her back.
Elijah watched the scene, a warmth in his chest. You were his family, his home, the missing piece that had made him whole. He had finally found the love he had been searching for.
You caught him staring, and walked over to him, his arm wrapping around your waist. He kissed the side of your head and let out a contented sigh. You were everything he ever wanted and so much more.
"I can't wait to call you my wife," he smiled.
"Neither can I," you said, your lips meeting his, sealing the promise, always and forever.
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heyy do you write for hotch? If yes can I request a fic with hotch falling asleep on reader's shoulder on the jet. like there are so many fics with reader sleeping on his shoulder and he's all soft about it and lets her. how would the bau react to see their tough boss just cuddle up with his girlfriend after a long case (it can be established relationship or before that too). thanku!
A/N: im screaming HAHA i LOVE THIS! i made this an established relationship hehe i hope you enjoy, my love!Â
tagged spencer reid x reader because i want more people to see this teehee pls dont hate me i have spencer fics yall should read if you havent already but also you should still read this too
fluff, BAU!reader, gender-neutral reader, mention of cannon type violence/hostage situation/nothing explicit or detailed, 1.8k words
âHey, you okay?â Your tired eyes peered up at Aaron as he neared your seat on the jet, tie loosened and top button of his shirt undone. He had just gotten off the phone with the section chief, who, undoubtedly, scolded him as if he were a wayward adolescent. Although the smile he offered you in response was tight lipped and less-than-giving, his eyes told a different tale. They softened as they met yours, shedding their cold and hard façade to reveal a weary truth, littered with hints of desperation.Â
This case had been long and grueling, tensions insurmountably higher than usual with Erin Strauss breathing down Hotchâs neck, scrutinizing every decision he and the rest of the team made. You barely got a chance to talk to Aaron about how he was doing, always being waved off by the older man with âWe can talk later,â or âIt doesnât matter right now, letâs focus on the case,â. Begrudgingly, you obliged, understanding there was no point in pushing him. It would only add to his stress. Although the case was solved, the end was arduous. The unsub had taken a hostage and, with the rest of the BAUâs input, the negotiation tactics went a different way than what Erin deemed appropriate.Â
A heavy sigh parted Aaronâs lips as he slumped into his seat, you could practically see steam of stress billowing off of him. âItâs fine, everythingâs fine.â He spoke quietly, eyes closed, but you could tell he didnât believe it to be true.Â
âStrauss tear you a new one?â Rossi piqued from across the table.Â
The unit chief huffed out a short laugh. âNothing out of the ordinary.â Rossi just nodded at this, turning his attention back to his notepad. Hotch looked to the rest of his team as they settled into their desired spots, âLetâs all get some rest, alright?âÂ
Everyone wordlessly nodded, not having to be told twice.Â
Aaron lazily turned his head to you with a book in your lap, âYou, too, Agent.â He gave you a playfully pointed look.
You breathed out a quiet chuckle, âI will, donât worry.â You shut the book and turned to give your beloved undivided attention, gazing into his suddenly undecipherable, deep hickory eyes. âYou wanna talk about it?âÂ
He gently shook his head, eyelids feeling heavy as his blinks became slower and slower, âAt home,â he whispered, your stomach doing a somersault at the notion. Aaron tried to fight sleep for just a few seconds longer, wanting to just stare at you for a bit.
You faced him, head leaned against the headrest, smile so warm and endearing. The way you chuckled at him was like getting a glimpse of heaven. He couldnât wait to go home and have you all to yourself. The feeling of your arms wrapped around him was his life raft in the tumultuous storm of his emotions. It was hard for him to express what he was feeling all the time, but with you around his walls of reinforced concrete tumbled. Aaron gave you a small, sleepy smile.
Before he could say anything else, you spoke up. âSleep,â it was a simple command, and the usually stubborn man melted into his seat at your word.Â
You took a couple minutes longer to watch him immediately fall into a deep slumber, his breaths becoming deeper and longer, lips parted ever-so-slightly, eyebrows twitching here and there. With a breathy laugh, you fought the urge to reach up and caress his face and move the little stray strands of hair off of his forehead, still aware that your coworkers could witness such an intimate moment. The two of you had begun dating five months ago, but it wasnât until three months later that you broke the news to the team.Â
It had been a long time coming; for quite a while everyone knew about the feelings you harbored for your boss- even Hotch himself knew. You didnât do a very good job of hiding it, taking every opportunity you could to blithely flirt with him. Some might just assume you did so in a similar way to how Penelope and Derek toy with each other, but the profilers knew in the back of their minds it wasnât the case. Aaron fought you at first, pleading with you to stop calling him âhandsomeâ, âbig manâ, or even âhoneyâ in one case. You never gave in, though, buckling down on your efforts upon seeing the way he would chuckle caught off guard and almost blush in many instances. Slowly yet surely, he gave in to your teases. You burrowed your way into the stoic manâs heart, creating a place you would die before giving up. Aaron didnât even realize it was happening until his world came crashing down on him one fateful evening.Â
A routine questioning of a suspect had led to you getting held hostage, the man whose house you went to turning out to be the unsub. This had happened many times before in the history of the BAU, but for some reason Aaron was more on edge. There was no covert entrance into the home and the unsub refused to open up a line of communication with the agents, leaving everyone in the dark wondering what the state of your wellbeing was. Aaron had begun pacing back and forth in the tent they had set up outside the house you were being held in, hands held to his head.Â
âHotch, itâs going to be okay.â Derek stepped forward, trying to calm his superiorâs nerves.Â
âHeâs right, Aaron.â Rossi piped in. âWeâve dealt with this before, we can fix this.â  Â
âNo,â Hotch murmured back, âThis isnât the same. Itâs not the same.â His pacing didnât let up. âThis is my fault, I should have told someone to go, too. I could have prevented this.â
The others held unspoken conversations within the glances they shared.Â
âHotch-â Emily tried to speak up, to convince him that wasnât the case.
âNO!â He yelled suddenly, stopping in his tracks. âYou donât understand, I canât lose them!â His voice was heavy with despair, eyes wide in anguish.
All eyes were trained on him, his coworkers at loss for words at the confession.Â
âI canât lose themâŠâ Aaron mumbled this himself before roughly pushing out of the tent.
You smiled to yourself as you took a last glance towards the sleeping man next to you before turning back to your book. Safe to say, you were incredibly shocked when Aaron showed up on your doorstep in the dark of the night all those months ago, soaked in the rain, kissing you with a sense of urgency before you could even ask him what he was doing there. You bit your lip at the memory, but shook it out of your head to try and focus in on the jumbled words swimming in your lap. From the get-go, the two of you decided you would remain extremely professional around your coworkers, and you did just that. You stopped your teasing, for the most part at least, and made sure to never initiate physical contact on the job. Anyone that didnât already know you were in a relationship would never have guessed. The most you allowed yourselves was sitting next to one another on the jet, just like you were doing now.Â
An unintelligible murmur and huff sounding from your side drew your short-lived attention away from the delicate pages in front of you. Just as you were about to look over to Aaron and make sure he was okay, a heavy weight thumped onto your shoulder. His head. You were taken aback, a giggle slipping through your lips before you could help it. Your fingers flew up to your mouth, trying to keep yourself quiet as you noticed him shift a bit, making himself more comfortable. Sure, youâd accidentally fallen against Hotchâs shoulder in your sleep a couple times before the two of you entered a relationship, but never in a million years did you expect him to do the same to you. On the jet. In front of everyone. Of course, he couldnât control his actions in his sleep, you reasoned. And maybe you should gently shrug him off to help retain his authority around the teasing profilers. But, this time, you fought off that thinking and gave in to your instinct. He had been so tense and strung out this entire case, you knew he needed this.
To hell with professionalism. You thought with a devilish grin, happy in your resolution. And so, you gently closed your book and slid it onto the table in front of you, trying your best to move as little as possible before leaning your head against his own and closing your eyes. With the gentle hum of the jet engines and the comforting sounds of Aaronâs breathing, you were lulled into a wonderful slumber in no time.
âOh my God,â Emily breathed out, garnering the attention of Spencer who rested in the same group of seats as her. He looked up at her with one eye from where he was slumped over in his window seat, trying to get some shut-eye.Â
âHuh?â the sleepy doctor grumbled, pushing himself a bit more upright when he noticed Emily looking at something on the other side of the jet, her face a mixture of shock and glee.Â
The raven-haired agent began slapping Derekâs shoulder, who sat peacefully next to her with his eyes closed and headphones over his ears. His eyes flew open, looking over to Emily with annoyance as he took off his headphones, âWhat! What!â   Â
Immediately Emily shushed him, âLook!â she whispered, hand flying wildly in the air, eyes still unmoving.Â
Derek followed her line of sight the scene before him pulling a laugh of disbelief from his lungs. âWell, well, wellâŠâÂ
Emilyâs hands covered her mouth in astonishment. âJJ!â she whispered over to the blonde who lay curled up on the sofa next to them. âUgh,â she groaned quietly, unable to wake her coworker.Â
âI canât believe this,â she whispered mostly to herself, settling back in her seat, garnering a shake of Morganâs head.
The view of their hard-headed unit chief sleeping peacefully on the shoulder of his subordinate, the latterâs head resting sweetly back on his was suddenly blacked by the side of Rossiâs body as he stuck his arm out, trying to get the best angle to immortalize this moment on camera.
âGood for them,â Morgan grinned, his voice proudly announcing his amusement as he put his headphones back over his head.
âRossi, you better send me that!â Emily spoke up just a little bit louder, the old man looking back and motioning his phone towards her in acknowledgement.
âWhat? What!?â Spencer whisper-yelled, unsuccessfully craning his head above and between the seats to get a glimpse of what all the hubbub was about, âWhat are you guys looking at!?â   Â
âPenelopeâs gonna flip,â Emily mumbled to herself, a teasing smile playing on her face as she looked down at the picture Rossi sent her. Without a second thought, she saved the photo onto her phone. Theyâre never gonna live this down. Â Â Â Â
A/N: i hope you liked this!! i had a fun time writing it ehehe hotch is such a dilf, like an ACTUAL dilf im not even attracted to fathers but hotch?? all day, every day, baby!
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Please ignore the previous ask! Forgot to add the details, sorry about that!
Menstruation kink with Jealous! Possessive!Alucard and a female reader, with a healthy dose of blood drinking if you know what I mean đ
Welcome and I mentioned on another day that I was feeling emotional, so this turned out a hurt/comfort piece rather... wanted to explore something here. And even with all the Alucard-centered smut written so far, sometimes I find that self-restraint is hotter. đ€
Scent
Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)
Pairing: Alucard x fem!reader
Rating: M
Count: 2k
Tags & Warnings: Alucard POV, Pining, Anxious possessive Alucard, blood kink, period kink, period pain, cramps, hurt/comfort, fluff, light smut, grinding/non-penetrative stimulation, implied period sex
A single drop splashes the window, followed by another, and another.Â
He raises his gaze from the manuscript in his lap, lip curling involuntarily as rain pelts the castle walls. Head falling back against the old cushioned armchair, he stares emptily ahead.
A gray, rainy, cold day rusty November brought. The fireplace has gone out. He has no need for warmthâusually tends it only for you, and you are not here.
Where you should be, the darker thought riles; he forces it down. The tendency to own, to curl around his own, is instinctual, but he refuses to give it power.Â
Still, this feels wrong. As much as Adrian tried, he failed to quench the desperation and fearful thoughts taking hold: thoughts of returning to before, when no other steps, no other heart thrummed within these walls. The connection between you still confuses him, yet frantic with the freshness of a new bond. And the delicate nature of its novelty often creates an impression of fragility, as if it needs to be handled with utmost care. He tries.
But, the fact is, youâd been avoiding him for the past few days. Adrian sensed a change, and could not pinpoint why, but youâd been more reclusive, skipped sharing the meals you usually cooked and ate together, and the night prior you had an actual argument. Now that hadnât happened since the early days of your struggle to know one another. Such a trifle, over a meaningless, petty thing, and still he feels like a lowly cur, wishing he could undo it all.
Youâd retreated, and heâs not seen a wisp of you since. Heâd beg you on his knees to forgive him if only you would see and speak to him. The more base part of him misses you like a man does sweet water on an open ocean. So many questions, and they all lead to the same wretched fears: what if you realized you actually donât care for him as you thought? What if you wanted to leave? What if youâd met someone else in the nearby town, someone whose spirit is less scarred, less of a struggle, less⊠work?Â
Adrian snaps the manuscript shut in his lap, leaning forward, sighing into his palms.Â
Heâs better than this. Grinding his teeth here thinking of the worst probable outcome, when he shouldâŠÂ If you truly want your solitude, he will respect thatâbut he needs to hear it from your own mouth.
Attempting to keep a clear mind when wading through the corridors is a chore, and dejection weighing on his steps the closer he is to the door of your chambers. As he reaches to knock, Adrian takes a deep breath. If only to know for certain. That is all.
One, two, three.Â
Thereâs no reaction from within, though he knows youâre there. He can hear the blood surging through your veins, ordained by your pumping heart. Not asleep, either, as far as he can tell.Â
Adrian presses his forehead against the wood, a palm gliding down the carved surface. Such sweet music, luxury to the senses. For moments, he merely listens, then gathers his courage. âItâs me. May we speak?â Time warps achingly slow with the silence. â... please?â
âIâm not well today.â Your voice, beyond the door, slow and drowsy.Â
The worry that grips him drowns the relief of an answer. Adrian swallows. âHow so? Can I help?â
âNo.â
â... can I see you?â He tries, waiting and hoping.
Silence again. He frowns, righting himself, preparing for a reluctant retreat.Â
âCome in.â
He need not be told twice, slowly pushing the heavy door open and closing it behind him.
Heâs been here before, or rather youâve been here together. Near a large window is a bed and on it you lie, your back turned to the door. He notices youâre huddled in heavy blankets, and looking to the opposite corner, sees the fireplace here is out as well, ashy and dark.Â
He calls your name, which yields no movement from your end. Adrian nears, and whatever words he had die in his throat when he perceives the familiar, sweet scent of blood. Yours. âAre you hurt?â In two leaps heâs rounded the bed, wanting to see your face.
âNo.â
Youâre staring blankly ahead, and Adrian cannot determine much, but you appear unwell, like someone exhausted after a sleepless night. âPlease, tell me, I can⊠I can sense it,â he kneels by the bed, one hand reaching to feel your temperatureâhigher than usual, but not concerning. And the scentâŠ
You finally look at him with reddened eyes before closing them and sighing. âAdrian⊠Iâll be fine. I merely need a few days.â
âA few?...â he finds your handâcold as ice.Â
Unwell, apparently weak, the scent of blood andâ
Ah.
âOh, my poor dear,â he murmurs, understanding, remembering.
You groan softly. Adrian says nothing else but rises and heads over to the fireplace. He sets to light a flame, then feeds it, and repeats until heat and a healthy glow emit from that corner of the room, dancing along the green sheets of your bed. No matter he doesnât feel the chillâwith the way you were wrapped and curled, you most likely do. It also provides him with an engaging activity, diverting his attention from the intoxicating aroma of your moon days, a sensation he never anticipated, let alone found thrilling and⊠enticing?
Why now? Youâd been living here for a while, and this never happened. Was it because youâve shared yourself with him? He doesnât know nearly enough about his own kind, apparently.Â
Adrian leaves the room, wracking his memory on the way. He returns holding a tray with hot peppermint tea, a jug of water, and a bowl of harvested forest nuts. When he looks over to your bed, he sees youâd discarded the heavy blankets and are now sprawled there in your dark nightgown, your feet bare. It seems the chamberâs warmed now.Â
He places the tray on the nightstand by your side as you follow his movements.Â
âAdrian, you didnât have toâŠâ
âShush,â he smiles, âNow, come, thisâll help,â he kneels by the bed, reaches for the teapot and fills a cup even as you drag yourself into a seated position facing him.
You take the warm drink from his hand, sip of the tea, sigh in relief.Â
âForgive me? For the other night,â he says, watching the face he loves, glad heâs doing something for you.
You reach and stroke his hair and Adrian watches you, eyes heavy lidded as your scent fills him again, emanating through your hand like a spell. His lips part in a soundless sigh.Â
âIâm sorry too, I was⊠not at my best.â
âI understand, I do.â His eyes close as your fingers drift along his temple, his cheek, his jaw. âDo you wish me to leave?âÂ
âOf course not.â You look away. âIâm just... not very good company at the moment, as you can see.â
At that, he nuzzles into your hand, placing his own on your thighs as he rests with his head in your lap. He feels the caress of your fingers, and a deep yearning. Heâs always been drawn to you, but now⊠âBelieve me when I say I donât care, as long as youâre here.â His heart is quickening, and he tries to control his breathing, palms rubbing your sides. Lust languorously weaves into emotions and devotion; thoughts of grasping those naked thighs while ramming into you intrude with vicious clarity, but he stays there, focusing on his breath, on you.
A whimper. âA-Adrian⊠your clawsâŠâ
His eyes snap open, and with conscious effort he retracts the talons he didnât notice had grown. Adrian raises his head, slowly rises to his feet as you lie back down on the bed.
âWill you hold me?â you ask.
He could die here and now, gutted by the question and the look youâre giving him. He rounds the bed, removes his boots, and crawls over to your side, bringing you close enough that your back is pressed to his chest, his arm secured around your waist. âAre you in pain?â
âUghâŠâ you nod, then take his larger hand and bring it to your lower abdomen.Â
Without thinking, he presses into the softness of your flesh, while curling around your body until youâre flush against him.
âThat feels good, youâre warmâŠâÂ
He runs slow, circular motions around your belly, trying to soothe the cramping ache of your body. âThere, there,â a kiss to your ear, âIt will pass,â a kiss to your neck.Â
His hand glides to your thigh, legs tangling with yours. If only he could melt into youâyes, thatâs what it feels like. Thereâs nothing closer to describe it. And what a selfish fool heâd been, thinking of his own fear and misery, while here you were. More kisses, short, more like soft pecks on the skin of your neck, your shoulder.
Your hand glides over his own as he runs it over your abdomen again, your lower body arching into his.
A soft groan escapes him. His chest is heaving when you turn, offering your mouthâsoft lips, tasting of peppermint. He kisses them. Eyes fluttering closed, Adrian sucks on your flesh with quiet abandon, wanting you and wanting you and wanting you.
âMmhââ you sever the kiss, staring at him with half a smile on your face. Your hips are slotted against his, and you surely feel the hardness of him against your softness. âYou⊠enjoy this?â you ask.
For a moment, he feels shamed: heâd failed to control his own body, let himself be swept by need, and youâre hurting, so this is the last you might want. âI⊠yes,â he admits. âIt does things to me. You, like this⊠but what about you?â
You stare at him, smile, and kiss him again, to his surprise. âI need you close.â
The warmth of the fire blazes in the room, hot enough that he can bare your shoulder and more, not breaking your gaze as he cups a tender breast in his hand. You partly turn towards him when Adrian leans to take the hard nub between his lips, sucking with relish, hand moving down to tenderly massage warmth into your abdomen, hips grinding slowly against yours through the thin night shift. Your soft moans spur him on, and soon your skin glistens from the heat and the added attention he gives your body.
He imagines itâs your hot cunt heâs feeling when he thrusts against your clothed form, become harder and tenser by the moment, until something gradually coils in him and the steady movement, the sweetness of your taste as he licks into your mouth and the scent, god the scentâŠ
Itâs not enough, itâs too much, itâsâhe moans hotly into your skin, lips pressed to your shoulder when the flare of pleasure bursts within, swaying his vision; holds on to your hip, hugs you closer as he deliriously cums in his trousers.
â... fuck.â
All heâs able to say. He would eat into you and hide into you and this is not the outcome he expected, but then heâs weak and needy, and doesnât deserve you.Â
But youâre smiling, lips plush from his kisses. âThat much, really?â
A nod, his face buried into your neck. âEverything about you is⊠divine.â
You fall into silence as Adrian kisses your cheek, then reluctantly disentangles himself from you to leave the chamber. He returns after a short while to feed the fireplace before he joins you again, taking you in his arms. The flames crack and layer a golden sheet over you both.
âYou knowâŠâ
âYes?â Heâs still drunk on you, high on the primordial state of afterglow and the intimacy of your nearness, the visceral need to keep you safe and protected, especially now.
âIâve heard of another way to help ease some of the discomfort,â you say and sit up in bed, gazing down at him.Â
âOh?âÂ
In your eyes dwells a spark, and suddenly Adrian feels your want, feels it beating in your womb. Slowly you straddle him as he lies prone on the bed, gathering the nightgown around your bare legs, his hands already on your hips.Â
âI have need of you also, Adrian⊠if you want to!â you add swiftly.
A long, heavy breath escapes him. âGod⊠yes,â Adrian leads you down to him, kisses you deeply, licking at the softness of your tongue. Heâs slow to turn until youâre the one on your back with your legs crossed around his hips. He grins, already hard again from the mere thought of it, resting his forehead against yours. âLetâs⊠help you⊠feel better.â
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Youâre a menace
ceo!jisung x overworked admin!minho
Trigger warnings: none that i know of!
Content warnings: oral, light nipple play, praise, begging, dirty talk, a little hair pulling, finger fucking, names (babe, baby, angel), jisung's a bit of a tease (what else is new), minho gets desperate
Summary: the morning after proves to be just as eventful
Word count: 7599
A/N: omg hi babies â€ïžđ itâs been so long!! shoutout to rae for keeping me online for more than two days this time, youâre a real one. thank you all for your patience while i continue to sort myself and become a functioning member of society again. iâve got some stuff planned and iâm continuing to work hard to put together more stories for your enjoyment. i'm also redoing my tag list so please don't hesitate to reach out and i'll happily add you!! anyways, follow me here and check out my main!! hard thoughts are always welcome, as are dms. iâd love to make friends with you all!! much love â€ïžđ
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Jisung stretched his arms over his head and let out a groan of appreciation before allowing himself to relax back into the sheets, the early morning light filtering into the dim room. Like every morning, visions of Minho danced in his mind as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Unlike every morning, they were memories instead of fantasies.
âThatâs right, take it all. Just like thatâŠâ
His body ached deliciously, he realized, and he found himself wanting to milk the situation. He was sure he could get Minho to baby him if he pouted enough.
So he finally opened his eyes and rolled onto his side, only to find himself alone in the bed. He sat up immediately, starting to panic. Then he heard the kitchen sink cut on and let out a sigh. He sank back down onto the pillows and stared at the wall, still groggy. He was debating getting up when he heard the sink cut off and Minho walking towards the bedroom.
The door opened to reveal the older man in a simple pair of sweats, carrying a tray filled with food. âOh, youâre up.â He smiled and Jisungâs heart jumped into his throat.
âYeah.â He nodded, sitting up again and rubbing his eyes. âWhat time is it?â
âA little after six.â Minho hummed as he placed the tray on the nightstand and circled the bed to sit on the opposite side. âHow did you sleep?â
âLike a rock.â Jisung smiled to himself and picked up the glass of orange juice that sat on the tray, taking a gulp before glancing at the man beside him. âYou?â
âIt was the best sleep Iâve had in months.â He hummed and leaned back against the headboard, crossing his legs at the ankle. âI don't recall the last time I did anything so physically draining.â He chuckled, turning his head to look at Jisung, who was now happily munching on a slice of toast. âHow do you feel?â
There was his opening to get taken care of.
âSore.â He pouted adorably, a tiny piece of bread still sticking halfway out of his mouth. âI donât think I can even move.â
Minhoâs heart skipped a beat at the sight but he recovered quickly and rolled his eyes playfully. âWell youâre gonna have to because we have work in a couple hours.â
Jisung frowned at the lack of doting and finished chewing the food in his mouth before speaking again. âSo youâre not gonna baby me or anything?â
âAre you a baby?â Jisungâs frown deepened and Minho laughed quietly. âWell you did call me daddy last nightâŠâ
âThat was an accident, I slipped up! Stop teasing me!â Minho only laughed harder at Jisungâs indignance and leaned towards him, crossing his arms over his chest.
âI donât want to. Itâs fun messing with you like this.â Jisung immediately clammed up at the proximity and Minho continued, leaning in further until they were almost nose to nose. âBesides, it was hot. I wanna hear you say it again.â
âNo way!â The younger protested despite the way his heart rate spiked in excitement.
âYouâd dare to deny me anything I ask for after how many times I made you cum last night?â The corners of his eyes crinkled as his grin betrayed his tone, proving he was far from bothered by this interaction. Once more, Jisung was struck by Minhoâs beauty. The proximity made his heart beat so fast he worried he might pass out. His mind raced just as quickly and his cheeks heated up as more memories of the previous night flooded his head. Minho took Jisungâs silence as embarrassment and pulled back, nudging the hand that held the unfinished toast. âEat. We have to leave soon if you still wanna stop for coffee on the way back to yours.â
Jisung quickly pulled himself from his thoughts and nodded despite his disappointment at things not escalating. When the last bite of bread was halfway to his mouth, he paused. âYou knowâŠâ he started as Minho made to get off the bed. âYou never let me blow you last night.â
Minho paused with one leg hanging off the bed, trying to ignore the blood rushing to his dick. âYouâre right.â He hummed, trying to sound casual. If he got his hands on Jisung before they made it out of bed, they wouldnât be going to work at all. One glance over his shoulder told him that was exactly what was gonna happen.
âI want to.â It wasnât a request or a demand, it was simply a fact. He wanted to inhale Minhoâs cock and he had from the moment he met him.
âAnd I want you to eat your breakfast.â He fired back. Heâd wanted those pretty lips wrapped around his dick for even longer than Jisung had but he was worried what people might say if both of them were late to or even missed work. It was no secret that Jisung wanted Minho. The older man had already gotten plenty of side-eye just for being the object of their bossâs obsession. Any inkling that their suspicions had come true would make him a pariah.
âWhat if Iâd rather have you for breakfast?â Jisung challenged, raising an eyebrow.
âJisungâŠâ He warned, cock already twitching to life despite his best efforts to ignore it. He needed to get out of this bed and get in the shower. Now.
âMinho...â He sighed, dropping the last of the toast back on the plate and turning to face him. âListen, I already know what youâre thinking. I know youâre worried about what will happen if people find out. To tell you the truth, I donât really care if people know. You are my favorite in the office, everyone already knows that. They have eyes.â Minho opened his mouth to protest but Jisung didnât stop so he settled back into his previous position. âBut I know itâs bothering you and Iâm not gonna let anything bad happen. I canât just go around firing people for mistreating you for something I quite literally begged for so obviously Iâm not gonna let anyone know. If weâre late, you can drop me off across the street and take a lap around the block so we arenât walking in together. I will figure something out but can we please fool around just a little while longer?â
Minhoâs cheeks were flushed a soft pink by the time Jisung was finished speaking. Who was this man in front of him? The Jisung he knew was desperate and cocky, not careful and considerate. His cockiness was one of the things that turned Minho on. But something about the way Jisung was trying to do right by him made his insides feel funny.
His response was simple. He didnât speak and opted instead to pull the younger man onto his lap. Jisungâs breath hitched at the small display of strength as if he hadnât been manhandled by this man multiple times within the last twelve hours. His hands rested comfortably on Minhoâs shoulders as he settled down, taking notice of the bulge pressing against his ass.
âCan I kiss you?â
âYou didnât ask last night.â Minho offered a wry smile as he pulled Jisung into him.
The younger man rolled his eyes but pressed his lips to Minhoâs instead of arguing back that Minho hadnât exactly asked about a few things he did last night either. It felt nice kissing Minho. His lips were soft and inviting and Jisung decided at that moment that he could die happy if he got to kiss Minho for the rest of his life. He was being presumptuous, of course. You couldn't decide youâd spend your life with someone after spending a single night with them. But he could indulge in his delusions for a little while. Who could it really hurt?
Minhoâs tongue slipped into his mouth and he let out a soft whine, grinding down against him. The squeeze on his hips was a subtle warning to slow down lest he lose the opportunity to blow Minho in favor of getting fucked again. To Minhoâs surprise, Jisung took the warning for what it was and stilled his hips, sucking on the older manâs tongue instead.
Minho let out a surprised moan and squeezed Jisungâs bare ass, arching into him when his fingers ghosted over his chest. Jisung was delighted by how responsive Minho was and fought back a grin when the older man moaned pathetically at a light pinch to his nipples. He didnât say anything as his lips trailed to Minhoâs jaw, just continued to manipulate his body until the bulge pressing against his ass was entirely unignorable. His own dick was rock hard as he licked and sucked on Minhoâs neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of spit behind.
He was careful not to leave any marks above the collar for Minhoâs sake but he certainly didnât shy away from trying to fluster him. âBeautifulâŠâ He whispered as he pulled back to admire the red mark on Minhoâs shoulder. Immediately, the man beneath him flushed red, giving him another surge of courage. âI like when you blush for me.â
âI thought you were a bottom.â Minho retorted, afraid to lose the upper hand.
âAre bottoms not allowed to appreciate the effect they have on tops?â He rolled his eyes, pinching Minhoâs nipples again and earning another weak moan.
âWhateverâŠâ He mumbled, watching as Jisung leaned down to lick his chest. It was then that he noticed just how hard the younger man was. His cock was an angry red as it strained between them and Minho saw that as his opportunity to take control again. Heâd planned on caving and telling Jisung to just blow him already, but seeing his stiff cock made him rethink that plan. Instead, he wrapped one hand around Jisungâs dick while the other gave his ass a rough squeeze. Jisungâs hips canted forwards in response and he made a small noise as he lapped at one of Minhoâs nipples while pinching the other.
Both of them were getting pathetic after a few minutes of this back and forth, Jisung lightly biting Minhoâs nipples and Minho tugging Jisungâs dick in response. Jisung refused to give in. He couldnât let Minho fuck him without first getting a taste of his beautiful cock.
Finally, Minho surrendered. âJust fucking blow me already, Jisung, oh my god.â He groaned, both frustrated and unbelievably turned on. How had he gotten so worked up from a twink toying with his nipples?
Because itâs not just any twink, itâs Jisung.
âThank fuck. I was going crazy.â Jisung laughed breathlessly and quickly moved down the bed, lapping up the smear of precum heâd left on Minhoâs belly. He quickly removed Minhoâs sweats and bit his lip when his dick sprung free and slapped against the very same area heâd just licked. âNow that Iâm getting a closer look, every inch of you is beautifulâŠâ he mused, wrapping a hand around the base and looking up at Minho through his lashes.
âShut upâŠâ Minho grumbled, flustered at how quickly Jisung had turned the tables. No, Jisung didnât plan to top, but the fact that he had Minho in shambles was borderline terrifying to Minho. It wasnât rare for him to be at the mercy of another but it was extremely rare for him to be this much of a mess, especially just from foreplay.
âI donât wanna.â Jisung hummed, giving a gentle squeeze as he licked the tip. He took note of the way Minhoâs lips parted further in a silent gasp. âI like playing with you.â He grinned and Minho felt something jump inside him. âMaybe itâs the brat in me but I wanna be a tease. I think itâs cute seeing you like this after how rough you were last night.â
âYouâre gonna regret this next time, Ji- oh fuck-â he couldnât finish his sentence as the younger man swallowed him whole. Jisungâs mouth felt perfect, like it was made for sucking cock - his cock. Warm, wet, and able to take his full length without gagging. It was dizzying.
Jisung felt pride swell in his chest as he looked up through his lashes and saw Minhoâs jaw already hanging slack. His hand moved from Minhoâs dick to knead at the soft flesh of his thigh, nose pressing against his pelvis, and he heard a low groan above him. God heâd wanted this for so longâŠ
He felt a hand in his hair and swallowed as Minho held him in place. âFuck, JiâŠâ he all but hissed at the way Jisungâs throat constricted around him. To make things more difficult for Minho, Jisung shook his head and the older manâs body went rigid. He hollowed his cheeks as he pulled off for air, sucking hard until he finally released him with a pop. âWhere the fuck did you learn that?â Minho asked breathlessly.
Jisung was practically glowing at that point, about to lose his own mind over the way Minho was reacting to him. It was such a simple motion and heâd never known anyone to go insane over it so the fact that Minho, the hard-to-get man heâd wanted to bang since the moment they met, was already about to go feral was more than a little gratifying.
âProbably the internet.â He shrugged and licked a fat stripe from the base to the tip before pausing. âAnd I thought I told you not to call me Ji last night.â
âIâm sorry I blanked when you put my whole dick in your mouth?â Minho sounded incredulous and Jisung just laughed as his tongue swirled around the tip. âHow is that the thing on your mind when youâve got me balls deep in your fucking face?â
âWell maybe I want you to use my full name. I already told you I like it.â He huffed adorably before suckling on the side. He grinned at the soft gasp he earned and briefly sucked on his balls before peppering kisses all the way back to the tip.
Minho allowed his eyes to slip shut as Jisung flicked his tongue back and forth over the underside of the head. Despite having gone six rounds last night and being utterly exhausted, Minho was still unbelievably horny. He wanted to stay in bed with Jisung all day, fucking like rabbits and only stopping for water, but he couldnât and it was frustrating him. How was he supposed to get this out of his system in time for work?
Jisung took advantage of Minhoâs lack of attention and took him all the way once more, internally cheering at the choked gasp that came from above him. This time, though, he didnât stay in place very long. He pulled back to the tip, only to swallow him whole once more. He repeated his actions, bobbing his head rhythmically to earn a symphony of surprisingly pitiful moans. What happened to the demanding man who took control of Jisungâs body and damn near forced compliance the night before?
Jisungâs thoughts wandered further and his fingers moved of their own accord. At first, they teased Minhoâs balls, enhancing the heavenly sensation that he was experiencing. Then, when he was entirely relaxed despite being so high strung, they traveled further and ghosted over his hole. Immediately, Minho grabbed Jisungâs wrist to stop him as a strange tingle of anxiety slithered up his spine. âDonât.â He croaked weakly, eyes opening just enough to find Jisungâs gaze.
He wasnât afraid of bottoming, heâd bottomed plenty of times in the past and loved every second of it. But he couldnât bottom for Jisung. Not when he wanted to maintain control. Something inside of him needed to be in control when it came to the man currently kitten-licking the tip of his dick. He needed to be the one in charge so Jisung could take a break from the pressure of having to be the boss and just relax. He had to take care of him, not the other way around.
âOne day.â Jisung hummed as soon as he pulled off to breathe. He was entirely unbothered by Minhoâs protest, not seeing the nervousness in the older manâs expression. He wasnât all that serious about getting Minho to bottom for him but if he decided he wanted to, he knew he could. He always got his way in the end.
Minho responded only with a scoff as he released Jisungâs wrist, melting back into the pillows when the younger relented. The hand on his dick forced away every thought that wasnât about Jisung or what he was doing and his eyes closed once more. Again, Jisung used the opportunity to catch him by surprise and reached up to pinch his nipple as he suckled on the head of his cock.
Minhoâs pathetic sound made his dick twitch and he groaned around the cock in his mouth, eyes rolling back. Part of him hated how hot this was because he feared he may never be this attracted to anyone else ever again.
His thoughts were disrupted by Minhoâs hand tangling in his hair and shoving him down on his dick. They both moaned weakly as Minho guided Jisungâs head, body jerking each time his nipples were so much as grazed. He was somewhat disappointed when Jisungâs fingers left his chest but he was quickly pacified by the way his balls were fondled.
Minho felt the heat pooling in his belly begin to spread through his entire body as he got closer to the edge. His face and chest were flushed a pretty rose color as his pulse thrummed in his ears. He was so fucking close. He just neededâŠ
âJisung-â Minho groaned as he grabbed the younger manâs hand and pulled it back up his body. Jisung immediately understood and wouldâve smirked if not for the dick in his mouth. Minho was cute when he was desperate.
However, he decided to be a tease. He pretended not to know what was being asked of him and raked his nails down Minhoâs chest, watching with glee as the older man shuddered. âDonât- ah- donât do thisâŠâ Minho practically whined and Jisung felt his dick throb. âYou know what I meant.â
âDo I?â He asked as soon as he pulled off. Okay, maybe he did want a little control. Who could blame him though? Minho was quiet, lethal. And currently, he was a fucking mess over a blow job.
âJisungâŠâ He frowned, annoyed at the way he was being toyed with.
âWhat?â He feigned innocence, fingertips tracing random shapes on Minhoâs side.
âYou know what I want.â
âMm I do.â He hummed with a smug grin. âBut I wanna hear you say it.â
âDonât make me beg you, Jisung, I already have to suck up to you at work.â
He seemed close to throwing a tantrum and Jisung huffed in amusement. He finally knew how to get under Minhoâs skin. Minho, the only man who could tame Jisungâs brattiness, wanted instant gratification and hated begging. Jisung wasnât the only selfish one.
âYou know, I didn't intend to make you beg, I was just having fun messing with you. But now that youâve given me the idea, I think I wanna hear you beg for me.â Who knows if Iâll be in any position of power like this again? Gotta milk this while I can. He added mentally.
Everything was silent for a moment and when Minho didnât immediately give in, Jisung swallowed his disappointment and hurriedly wrapped his lips back around the gorgeous cock before him. At least heâd still gotten to blow him and would finally know what he tasted like. But his hands still didnât move and Minhoâs resolve crumbled quickly.
Okay, just this onceâŠ
âJisung, pleaseâŠâ his voice was almost undetectable but Jisung managed to pick up on it and worked a little faster. âIâm so fucking close, I just need-â he cut himself off and tugged at Jisungâs hands again, disappointment painted on his face when he still didnât get what he wanted. âI need you to do it again, Jisung. Please. Itâs not the same if I do it myself. It feels fucking amazing when you do it and Iâm gonna cum if you do it again.â He hated begging but he needed the stimulation.
Jisung was frozen in place, pupils blown wide with lust as he looked up at Minhoâs humiliated expression. Heâd spent months trying to get Minho to say a nice word to him and now he was begging for mercy. âWas that so hard?â He teased as he reached up and twisted both of Minho's nipples, earning a glare despite the obvious pleasure showing on his face.
âShut upâŠâ he mumbled before another yelp was pulled from him when Jisung pinched him again, lips ghosting over the tip of his dick. âOh fuck- keep doing that, oh my god, Iâm so fucking close.â The begging was effortless and shameless this time, though he knew heâd regret it later.
Finally satisfied with Minhoâs response, Jisung pressed his tongue into the slit before looking up at him. âCum for me. I just know youâre gonna look so prettyâŠâ
Humiliated by Jisungâs words but too close to ecstasy to argue, Minho complied. He let go, arching into Jisungâs touch as he came undone. White hot pleasure flooded his body, like lava in his veins as his entire body jerked with the force of his orgasm.
Jisung was quick to catch everything in his mouth, moaning loudly at the taste. He continued to toy with Minhoâs nipples and give his full attention to the pulsing cock in his mouth until the older man had to push him away as he quickly became overstimulated. Jisung reluctantly released the man beneath him and got up on his knees, opening his mouth to show that heâd swallowed everything.
Minho lay panting as Jisung forced his way into his arms and they both spoke at the same time.
âThat was so fucking hot. Youâre so fucking hot.â
âIf you play with me like that again, Iâm ruining you.â
Minho could take neither the teasing nor the praise Jisung seemed so eager to dole out. Jisung was thrilled to have gotten under his skin. Neither of them wanted to let this go, but for very different reasons.
Jisung was surprised at the hostility he sensed and froze just as Minho wrapped his arms around him. âIâm so sorry. I got carried away. You were clearly flustered the entire time and then I lost all common sense and kept pushing until you begged.â
âShut up.â
âNo, I want to apologize. I was doing too much. I mean, you never so much as hinted at wanting me to finger fuck you and I was about to. I was entirely dazed and let myself lose control.â
âOh my god, Jisung, stop talking. Just give me a minute to think.â Minho squeezed his arms around Jisung to emphasize his point as he regained clarity.
Jisung went quiet and watched Minhoâs face as he processed what had just happened. He was starting to feel guilty. He was used to being coaxed into begging, being forced to submit in every way imaginable. He doubted Minho had ever submitted once in his life. His personality was just so dominant and he was clearly well-versed in taming brats like Jisung.
âI have never experienced anything like that.â Jisung felt his fears being confirmed and averted his gaze but listened, bracing himself for the chastisement. âIt was humiliating to be put in that role by you of all people.â His heart sank further and he prepared to back away, hands already pressing on Minho's chest. âIâve bottomed plenty of times, though never for someone Iâve previously topped, and Iâve never had such a mind-blowing orgasm.â Wait. Pause. He wasnât mad? âConsider this your warning: if you try to make that a regular thing, I will make you pay.â Oh. Maybe he was⊠âBut right now Iâm gonna fuck you because holy shit, babe.â He finished, groaning as he buried his face in Jisungâs neck and took a deep breath of his scent.
âYouâreâŠnot mad?â He asked quietly, already tipping his head back to bare his throat to the older.
âIâm too fucking horny to be mad right now.â The way his voice dipped made Jisungâs dick twitch back to life. The fear of having fucked up had killed his boner but all it took was one soft bite below his earlobe and his raging hard-on was back. âIâm still gonna make a mess of you but donât think too hard about it. Itâs not a punishment. Iâm just fucked up right now, baby.â
He simply nodded in response and let Minho flip them over, sighing when his back hit the sheets. He was still naked from the night before so their dicks rubbed deliciously against each other while Minho attacked his neck and he couldnât stifle a moan. Seeing his reaction to the simple touch, Minho reached between them and took both of their cocks in one hand, slowly stroking them together as he sucked a mark into Jisungâs shoulder. He was dumbfounded by how hard he still was after how hard he came but he certainly wasnât mad about it.
Another soft moan tumbled from Jisungâs lips and Minho pulled back to look down at him, rolling his hips for more friction. Jisungâs eyes were already closed, his lips parted as his breathing grew ragged. Minho hadnât taken the time to fully appreciate him last night, having only wanted to force him into submission and fuck the attitude right out of him. Now that he was looking at him⊠âYouâre so pretty, babyâŠâ he whispered, watching as Jisungâs cheeks flushed pink.
The younger man opened his eyes and pouted adorably at the compliment. âShut up.â He whined and Minho laughed.
âOh come on, we both know you thrive on praise just like you lose your damn mind over being degraded.â He rolled his eyes and Jisung froze. He wasnât sure how to act now. Last night, Minho had absolutely wrecked him, broken him down in a matter of minutes, but now he was seeing an entirely different side of him and was confused. âTake the compliment so we can move on.â
Jisung nodded slowly, cautiously, and frowned as Minho released their cocks. He was on the verge of protest when Minho pressed their lips together in a surprisingly gentle kiss and allowed his hands to ghost up Jisungâs sides. He gasped against Minho's lips, hands flying to his shoulders.
He eagerly parted his lips when he felt Minho's tongue seeking entrance, one hand sliding to tangle in the older manâs silky tresses. Minhoâs hands wandered as his tongue explored Jisungâs mouth, catching a taste of himself just before he retreated. He wanted to make out but there was a more pressing issue to attend to.
Jisung frowned when Minho pulled away but his disappointment was quickly replaced with a dizzying wave of desire as kisses were trailed down his body. His dick was already leaking at the thought of what could happen next and he shuddered when he felt soft kisses pressed to his hips. Minhoâs next statement made his whole body threaten to shut down.
âIâve wanted to do this since the first time I saw your picture. Wanted to suck your dick, eat you out if youâd let me. God, I could do that for hoursâŠâ
Jisung shuddered at Minhoâs words and the way his warm breath fanned across his dick. He desperately wanted that. But he knew they were running out of time. âNext time.â He moaned breathily. âWhen we donât have anywhere to be, you can take as long as you want with me.â He assured him, nodding enthusiastically. He wished they could afford to do it right then but he knew better.
âAlready planning to spend the night with me again?â Minho teased, half expecting Jisung to clam up at the realization that heâd been caught making plans.
âIs that an invitation? Cause Iâll show up if youâre serious.â Jisung lifted his head, looking down just in time to see Minho licking his lips. Their gazes met and Jisung stifled a gasp at the intensity he saw in Minho's eyes.
âYou better take your ass home and pack a bag after work because you wonât be leaving until Monday morning if you intend to show up at my door tonight.â He only broke eye contact to duck his head, lips pressing briefly to the tip of Jisungâs cock. âIâll take my time going down on you and eating your sweet ass. Make you cum so many times you black out. You wonât be able to leave the bed even if you want to because your legs wonât work.â
Holy shit⊠His whole body lit up as he let out a weak moan, the tantalizing burn of arousal tingling through every inch of him. The thought alone made his eyes roll back and his toes curl. Iâll eat your ass too, if you let me.
âWhatâs that, baby?â
âHmm?â Jisung was entirely dazed, imagining how their weekend would go, and hadnât realized heâd spoken his thoughts.
âYou said something.â
âOh.â His cheeks flushed red as he came back to reality, no longer entirely dazed due to his own mortification. Had he really said that out loud? âItâs not important.â
âTell me.â Minhoâs voice was sultry as he coaxed the younger man, lips ghosting over Jisungâs hips while one hand slowly worked his cock.
âBut-â
âPlease?â Jisung whimpered at Minhoâs pleading expression, suddenly hating that heâd managed to get Minho to beg earlier because now he was weaponizing it.
âI-I said Iâd do the same if youâd let meâŠâ He mumbled, cheeks blazing. He looked anywhere but at the man between his legs, worried heâd be upset after warning Jisung against toying with him.
Minho could only laugh, pressing his lips to Jisungâs thigh after a moment. âYouâre persistent. Do you really wanna top me that bad?â
âYes- I mean noâŠI dunno, maybe?â He whined, wiggling under Minho's touch. âIt's hard to think when youâre playing with my dick.â He huffed.
âShould I stop?â
âNo!â He hated how panicked he sounded.
âThatâs what I thought.â Minho chuckled and nipped at his thigh, earning a whimper. âWe can finish that conversation tonight. Right now, I need toâŠâ his voice trailed off and he licked up the vein that ran along the underside of Jisungâs dick.
âYes. Yes, you do- oh my god.â Jisung let his head fall back into the pillows and tangled a hand in Minho's hair as he wrapped his lips around the head. He tugged gently at the silky locks, trying to guide Minho to take more of him, but didnât force it when he felt resistance.
Minhoâs approach was to focus on the tip while his hands worked the rest. He couldnât throat dick as well as Jisung. He knew he actually had a gag reflex, even if only a mild one, so he opted to take a more teasing approach.
He sucked hard and Jisung made a pathetic noise, back arching slightly. Satisfied with the reaction, he pulled off to kiss and suck along the side instead. The barely-audible whine of protest had him digging his thumb into the slit in an attempt to quell Jisungâs neediness.
Jisungâs hips jerked back in response in a feeble attempt to keep his composure. A small yelp tumbled from his lips, morphing into a moan when Minho sucked on his balls. A knot settled in the pit of his belly and he knew he wouldnât last long, especially if Minho was about to do what he thought.
He allowed his legs to be pushed up, quickly hooking them over the older manâs shoulders when prompted, and felt as if he was sinking further into the bed upon feeling Minhoâs tongue flatten against his hole. âPleaseâŠâ He let out a reedy moan, tugging at Minho's hair as he tried his damndest to hold still. He felt nails biting into his skin as his ass was squeezed with one hand and his dick throbbed in Minho's grasp.
Each pass of Minhoâs tongue made his body more tense as he fought to remain composed. It was damn near impossible with the onslaught of pleasure. After what felt like eternity but could only have been a couple minutes, he felt Minho pull back a bit. He whined but was quickly pacified when he felt a long finger pressing into him.
The older man seemed frenzied as he worked Jisung open, the lewd sounds of Minho sucking one of the prettiest dicks heâd ever seen filling the room and making them both hotter. He wanted to slow down but he was entranced, hellbent on making the younger cum before he actually fucked him.
Jisungâs breathing was labored as Minho sucked harshly on the tip while pumping two fingers inside him, occasionally curling them to brush against his prostate. He was embarrassingly close to letting go despite Minho barely doing anything. It had been less than five minutes and his legs were already shaking. So he declared that.
âOh fuck- âm so close-â he cried, pulling at Minhoâs hair while his free hand bunched up the sheets.
Minho pulled off for a moment, curling his fingers to make up for the absence of his mouth, and took in Jisungâs expression. His eyes were squeezed shut, his brows drawn down, and his pillowy lips hung open in a small âoâ shape. âThen cum for me, baby.â He urged, his voice strained.
Jisung needed no further convincing and the second Minho's lips were back around the head of his cock, his back arched off the bed before his entire body jerked as the band in his belly finally snapped. The sounds he let out were worthy of being recorded and shared with the world. His dick throbbed as ropes of hot cum filled Minhoâs mouth and he made a pathetic noise at the thought of Minho swallowing everything.
Minho did just that, groaning at the taste as he drained every last drop from Jisung. As Jisung came down from his high, Minho peppered kisses along his hips, earning soft gasps every few seconds. There was that urge not to leave the bed againâŠ
Finally, he pulled back. Jisung whimpered in dismay at the loss of contact, his bleary eyes opening slowly. He wanted more. He watched as the older man started to get up and frowned. âMinho-â
âWait.â His voice was soft as he delivered the simple command and Jisungâs mouth instantly snapped shut. His eyes followed Minho as he crawled to the edge of the bed and plucked the bottle of lube from where it had been dropped on the floor the previous night.
Jisung felt a rush of arousal at the sight of the bottle and his teeth began to weather his bottom lip in anticipation as memories flooded his mind. He wanted nothing more than to be filled. He could feel the ghost of Minho's touch as he recalled the events of the night before and he found himself fighting the urge to drag Minho back on top of him.
Minho was quick to settle on his knees between Jisungâs legs, uncapping the bottle and squeezing a ridiculous amount into his palm. âYouâre a menace, Han Jisung.â He groaned as he spread the lube all over his dick. Jisung pouted at that but didnât get a chance to ask why Minho was being mean again. âI came six times last night, I shouldnât be so worked up.â
Jisungâs disappointment quickly shifted to pride and he couldnât stifle the soft laugh that slipped out. âIâm a menace? Maybe youâre just desperate.â He quipped, expecting a retort full of fake venom. Thatâs not what he got though.
âOh I definitely am. Iâve wanted a piece of you since before we actually met.â He admitted as he squeezed a little more lube onto his fingers and pressed them against Jisungâs entrance, massaging. Jisungâs eyes widened briefly before they rolled back and he let out a withering moan. Minho smirked, satisfied with the reaction. As soon as the words left his mouth, heâd been worried that Jisung would hold it over him. Instead, the younger man simply keened.
While Jisung was distracted, Minho took the opportunity to press the head of his thick cock to his hole. Eyes that had slipped shut were suddenly wide open and full of want. Seeing just how desperate Jisung was becoming, Minho refrained from pushing in and leaned down instead. His messy hand wrapped around Jisungâs dick as their lips met, eating up the frustrated noise the younger let out.
âMinhoâŠâ he moaned into the kiss, hands naturally coming to rest on Minhoâs shoulders. The slide of their lips lit a fire under his skin and his toes curled. He tried to wiggle his way onto Minho's cock and made a distressed noise when he couldnât. âPut it in. Please?â He whined, pulling back to make eye contact.
What he saw made his heart race. Minho looked at him with wonder and admiration, so many unspoken praises behind his eyes. He looked at Jisung as if heâd hung the stars in the sky. At least, thatâs what Jisung interpreted it as.
âYouâre cute when youâre desperate.â He teased, no malice present in his tone. His voice sounded sweet, like honey.
âPleaseâŠâ Jisung whispered, something catching in his throat and rendering him incapable of uttering anything more. Maybe he was delusional, maybe it was just the sex, but he swore he saw affection somewhere in that gaze.
âAdorable.â A lazy smile spread across Minhoâs lips as he brought them to meet Jisungâs once more and guided his length into the younger man. They ate up each otherâs sounds, their kisses already drunk and sloppy.
Minho was big and filled Jisung perfectly. Jisung decided on the spot that this was a sign from the universe that they were meant for each other. Who else could make him feel like this? Heâd certainly never encountered anyone as perfect as Minho.
Minho began to trail his lips along Jisungâs jaw, burying his face in his neck and taking a deep breath. He felt Jisung clench involuntarily and smirked at the gasp he let out. His tongue darted out, flattening over Jisungâs pulse point, and he groaned at the taste of his sweat. âEvery inch of you tastes like heaven, babyâŠâ he whispered in his ear, lips ghosting over his earlobe.
Jisung shuddered at that, Minhoâs words and the way he teased his ear sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing down over his body. He couldnât form a coherent thought, let alone string together a sentence. Minho had hit the nail on the head when he said Jisung thrived on praise.
The younger man rocked his hips, desperate for friction. Minho hadnât moved an inch since he bottomed out and it was driving him insane. âPlea- ah..!â His begging morphed into a pathetic moan as Minho drove him up the bed with a single thrust.
He set a rhythmic pace, going slow so that Jisung could feel every inch of him. It was torture but he loved it. He wanted this to last a while before they had to leave the bed and pretend none of this ever happened in front of his associates.
Jisungâs nails dug into his back and he let out a low groan before attacking his neck with bites and kisses. âYouâre driving me fucking insane.â He all but growled, grunting as their hips met with each thrust. âYou take me so well, baby. How the fuck am I supposed to act normal at work when I know how good you feel?â
Jisung could only let out a strangled moan as his cock twitched at the dirty talk. His mouth hung open, letting out tiny sounds right beside Minhoâs ear each time the headboard met the wall. The neighbors were gonna be sick of him by Monday if they werenât alreadyâŠ
After a particularly hard thrust, Jisung pressed a palm against the headboard to brace himself while the other continued to claw at Minhoâs back. He could feel the knot in his belly getting tighter but he forced it away, wanting to hold on as long as possible. Hands guided his legs around Minhoâs waist and he instantly locked his ankles as he attempted to pull him in deeper. âFuck- itâs so good-â he slurred, head tipping further back when he felt lips on his throat.
âYeah? You like it, baby?â Jisungâs weak moan was answer enough and Minho fought the urge to leave a mark on his golden skin, not wanting to have to watch him try to explain it later. Instead, he licked over each kiss and let out a guttural noise each time.
His own orgasm was drawing closer but he didnât want to finish early and have to get Jisung off another way so he paused and pulled back just enough to see the younger manâs flushed face. His expression was that of pure bliss and it made Minhoâs cock twitch as need burned through his body. âStunningâŠâ he whispered before catching Jisungâs lips in a sweet kiss, a strong arm wrapping around him and pulling him impossibly closer.
The praise was intoxicating. Heâd been called pretty plenty of times, had men falling at his feet to tell him how beautiful he was, but it was different coming from Minho. More gratifying. Add that to the way their tongues danced, exploring and taking every opportunity to taste as much of each other as possible, and he was on cloud nine. Heâd have the worst time trying to focus laterâŠ
When they finally parted for air, Jisung rocked his hips. âPlease keep goingâŠâ he whispered, finally peeking out with half-lidded eyes to see Minho staring intensely at him once more. âI need it.â He added and watched as the older man caved.
Minho captured Jisungâs lips once more as he resumed his previous actions and greedily drank up the series of moans and whimpers that followed. He worked a bit faster now, almost frenzied as he tried to finish them both off. His head was spinning and his pulse was racing as his orgasm drew closer. He was so fucking closeâŠ
âO-oh! There! Just like that! Oh my god âm gonna cum-â Jisungâs cries only pushed him closer to the edge and he nodded as he buried his face in his neck.
âThatâs right, baby, let go. Cum for me, angel.â Minhoâs coaching was the last straw for Jisung and he let out a wail as a blistering orgasm wracked his body. His body shuddered with each shockwave of pleasure, nails biting into Minhoâs back. He let out a symphony of sounds, each one prettier than the last, and Minho knew immediately that he would become addicted to this.
Even in the midst of his orgasm, Jisung thought of Minho. He knew the older man was right on the edge and he wanted to get him there faster. He wanted to help him finish. Mostly, though, he wanted to be filled with cum.
He was subtle with his motions and Minho thought he was simply clinging to him but his intentions became obvious when he felt both hands on his chest. âJiâŠâ he whispered, lips already parting in a silent moan despite his best efforts.
His hips stuttered and his thrusts grew sloppy when Jisung began toying with his nipples like before. He muttered something about Jisung being a tease and finally sank his teeth into his shoulder as the knot in his belly unraveled. He bit and sucked on the sweat-slick skin there, dead set on leaving another mark.
A particularly rough twist made him cry out against Jisungâs skin as he emptied himself. His whole body was on fire as he came and began to slow down. Jisung let out a soft whine at the sensation of Minhoâs cum inside him and immediately slipped his arms around his neck while his legs pulled him in deeper, holding onto him for dear life.
Minho's hot breath on his skin made him even more reluctant to let go of him, so he didnât. He held him in place as they gasped for air, stars dancing behind their eyes. Finally, Jisung broke the silence.
âI donât wanna go to work.â He groaned in annoyance as he reluctantly loosened his grip on Minho.
Minho didnât answer right away, too preoccupied with littering lazy kisses along Jisungâs collarbone and jaw as he whispered more praises. When he did respond, however, it was exactly what Jisung anticipated. âUnfortunately, we have to.â He glanced at the clock and sighed. âWe have less than an hour to get ready. We should shower so we arenât late.â He groaned, reflecting Jisungâs annoyance.
âI guess.â He sighed but made no move to push Minho off him. âIâm gonna be thinking about this all day.â
âMe too.â Minho grinned and kissed him briefly, rocking his hips teasingly and swallowing the moan he earned. âCome on. Weâve got all weekend to do this.â He whispered finally, lips never parting from Jisungâs until he began to force himself out of bed.
The weekend couldnât get here fast enoughâŠ
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When it's time to go to the Dark World to rescue Jesse, do any of the DM crew join the GX kids or no?
This is my Great War. Every day I think about this idea.
Because there are three options here.
1) They stay behind
The portal closes before they can get there. And they are forced to wait.
Now as I wrote here Seto does still have the dimension pod that he used to go to the afterlife and duel Atem. However they were using them to try and track down Jesse. If they get left behind they wonât stay there for long. But I donât know if they would try and lock on to Jaden or Jesse.
If they decide to go after Jesse they are going to run into possessed Jesse. Leading to a duel with Yubel. I donât think Yubel would win but I also donât think theyâd lose. I think theyâd find a way to end the duel in a draw through outside forces. And then send anything they could to keep the DM crew occupied.
Or
They track Jaden which has the same outcome as option two
2) They get there just as the portal opens and get sucked in
Now much like Zane, Aster, and Crowler they end up some place different then the Gx kids.
They donât catch up to Jaden until heâs already the Supreme King. And oh we have so many options from here
This is Jaden at arguably his most powerful. He has super poly and is not holding back. He doesnât care about anyone or anything right now and that makes him dangerous.
Add into this that the DM crew as are looking at their son/nephew who they raised as a little family unit. Heâs lost to them right now and they are trying everything to snap him out of it.
How many DM characters do you think the Supreme King can beat?
Note they might be âgoing all outâ but they would never risk killing Jaden. Joey is definitely dueling the same way he did against Mai in the Oricalcos arc. Focused more on snapping Jaden out of it than wining. But as we know from Axel winning is the only way to defeat the Supreme King.
Yugi is absolutely trying to make the appeal to his son. âThis isnât you. I love you. Come back to me.â We could make this so heart wrenching.
Note they would probably met up with Axel right after Jim was lost. Axel tells them the horrible truth. This is because I still want to give the final duel against the Supreme King to Axel as it is a great moment for his character.
Plus after itâs all over Jaden has to live with not only âkillingâ his friends (again not your fault) but also hurting and maybe killing some of his family.
3) They join the Gx crew for the whole journey.
Jaden still tries to rush ahead but the DM crew are not only experienced Jaden wranglers but also experience desperate protagonist wranglers. Itâs your time to shine Aunt TĂ©a and Dad Yugi.
They are able to keep a better eye on the kids so they donât get captured. Meaning there has to be another way to sacrifice people.
We have some options
A) the Gx crew still gets put under the spell
they start talking crap about Jaden which greatly disturbs the DM crew for a lot of reasons.
Then they reach Brron the man traps separates the two groups all the Gx crew into duels (like a five on 1 tag duel?) but they all lose except Jaden because of their sadness/rage.
Leaving Jaden friendless and feeling like he couldnât protect them. ïżŒ
Jaden feels like a failure and maybe he gets tricked into thinking his family is dead and thatâs what makes him fall.
B) itâs the DM crew Brron targets for his spell. They donât have the negative feelings towards Jaden but each other.
Hear me out.
The whole situation has been stressful and a lot of them (Joey and Tristian) are upset with Setoâs school that keeps putting Jaden and friends in danger.
TĂ©a and Yugi as super sad about Jadenâs lose of normalcy and also the way some of his friends behave.
Setoâs pride is as large as ever.
Itâs not that they donât love each other, they do but itâs stress and the situation and complex feelings. Theyâre not blaming each other but the situation and the spell brings out those negative emotions.
This ends with them getting sacrificed
Jaden has to watch as he loses his family and he loses it.
This also allows the Gx crew to be more active in the plot and maybe have some bonding with the remaining DM crew as only four are sacrificed.
Again this is my Great War. I have no idea which idea to go with.
#yugi moto#yugi mutou#jaden yuki#judai yuki#yugioh gx#seto kaiba#dad yugi#atem#yami yugi#pharaoh atem#tea gardner#joey wheeler#tristan taylor#jesse anderson#johan andersen#axel brodie#Jim Cook#rivalshipping#spiritshipping
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Here's the first bit of the promised Zevlor/Rolan little one-shot spicy story. It's more gentle than I expected, after the first bit, but I don't really plan things, and that's what came out. đłïžâđ
Edit to tag @manicpixie-tieflingboyfriend in case they didn't see it. I gotchu fam.
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âSo I hear that you are planning to leave us.â
The gruff rumble of Zevlorâs voice cuts through your reverie and you look up, frowning. âIâm surprised you arenât. They donât want us here. Weâre going to be forced out anyway. Iâm just cutting to the chase.â
âAnd that is what it will be, Rolan. As soon as you step out that gate, the three of you will be vulnerable. And thatâs not all. By abandoning the rest of us, you will be putting everyone at greater risk. We are stronger together.â
You bark a laugh, âare we? Dragging around a load of children, elderly, non-combatants. Almost all of them. I saw Guex yesterday. The kids. They will fall like wheat to the scythe. Can you and a handful of soldiers save them from gods know how many goblins and worgs and whatever else they send? At least, if itâs just Cal and Lia, we can hide, and I might be able toâŠâ
He cuts you off with a chopping motion. âIf I cannot hope to stand against this, then what chance do you have? You should wait. The party that just arrived, they are on our side. They have offeredâŠâ
âBullshit. We donât know those people. They took the Blade of Frontiers with them and fucked off. He was the only one left here that was on our side and the Arch Druid is probably dead. Even the mercenaries left after they knocked out their leader. For being rude to you, I might add. Canât even fight your own battles. I think youâre going soft.â
âAnd I think youâre being very selfish. We have elderly, and actual children to care for. You should think of that instead of acting like one yourself.â
You growl, feeling the heat in your face. You know youâre getting too angry, given his calm demeanor, but you donât care. âYeah. Children and elderly, like you. Broken down old asshole. Half of our people are already dead because you canât cut it anymore.â
You see him wince a little, and almost wish you could take the words back, but itâs too late. He bares his teeth, finally raising his voice, âFine! Have it your own way. Petulant, stupid little brat. Go and get yourself and your family killed. I have better things to do than argue with you.â He whirls and starts to stalk toward the door of the cave heâs been using as an office, but his words burn you. Partly because you know heâs right, but you are seeing red, and almost before you realize what youâre doing, you raise your hand and shoot a single magic missile at his retreating back. It hits him, and he staggers, stopping dead. Heâs wearing armor, but it still probably stung him pretty good. Â
Zevlor turns, âyou really want to do this, you little shit? It would take more thanâŠâ
Desperate to shut him up, you snarl and send two more missiles his way, but incredibly, he manages to dodge one. Fuck, the old man is fast. The other hits him in the shoulder, and he shakes it off and starts toward you, fangs gleaming.
Dodge this, you think. âDetono!â He leans into the Thunderwave, and it pushes him back, his boots sliding over the stony floor, but he doesnât go down. Shit, heâs still coming, and youâre getting tired.
You try to blow him back with a gust of wind, all you have left, but the spell is too weak, he seems hardly to notice, gripping your wrist and twisting, whipping you around, wrenching your shoulder and pressing himself to your back. His other hand flashes up to cover your mouth. âStop this now,â he snarls, âsave it for our real enemies.â
You struggle, squirming in his grasp, attempting to pry the hand from your face, curling your tail around his leg and yanking at it, but he is far too strong, and your shoulder is screaming, and youâre thinking of enemies. Enemies everywhere, threats on every side, goblins on the road, gnolls in the hills, druids trying to force you out. You hear the insults, the filthy names, flashing back to your life as an unwanted orphan, the sting of stones thrown by human children when you were cold, hungry, and desperate for someone, anyone, to care about you. And now Zevlor will hate you as well, the person you secretly trusted to be strong enough to save you and your siblings.
Perhaps he feels your chest hitch with the stifled sob, or the tears trickling onto his fingers, or perhaps not, but either way he releases your wrist then, letting you drop your arm, and wraps his arm around you, still holding you tight and covering your mouth. âAre you finished?â But his voice is much more gentle now, and you nod, gasping for breath when he releases you, stumbling forward to lean against the table. You are reluctant to turn, to let him see you crying, but he is silent, merely standing there behind you, perhaps waiting for something. An apology, most likely. You know you should apologize for picking a fight, for attacking him even when he was resisting what had to be a powerful urge to knock some sense into you. He hadnât hit you even then, merely restraining you so you would stop trying to hurt him. Your shoulder aches, and your lips sting where they were cut against your own teeth, but the tough old Hellrider could have destroyed you if heâd wanted to.
âThat was really stupid,â you rasp, finally turning to look at him, âI am sorry, I donât know what came over me.â
He looks a bit stunned, taking in your tear-stained face and bruised, bloody mouth, but shakes his head, âweâre all under a great deal of stress. I should not have let it go that far. I engaged where I shouldnât have. The fault is mine.â
He's blaming himself, as usual, looking so contrite that another little sob forces its way past your lip. You had hurt him, just not physically. You know how little Zevlor thinks of himself, and this is just another stone piled onto the great burden of guilt he carries. That, more than anything, causes your face to heat with shame and the tears to flow faster, and you cover your face with your hands. âNo no no,â you whine, âit was me. Itâs all just⊠too much. I am afraid⊠makes me so angryâŠâ
He's here now, closing on you, his hands gentle, soothing, and you feel the soft wave of his power flow over you, healing the cuts, the bruises, the pain in your arm, and he pulls you to him, hushing you and tucking your face into his shoulder. You wrap your arms around him, uncaring of the armor, holding him tightly as he rubs your back, letting you cry on him and whispering words of praise and encouragement. He is so kind, you think, so steady, a solid wall to prop yourself against when the shadows gather too near. You finally run down and sniffle, chuckling a bit, âIâm going to rust your armor.â
âFuck the armor.â He eases you back to look at you, and you wipe your face on your sleeve. âBetter now?â Heâs still speaking quietly, smiling a little but still looking anxious, and his solicitous nature moves something in you. Your hair has come undone and he reaches up to brush a lock from your eyes and tuck it behind your horn. So gentle, so generous, eyes so bright, just like yours, lips so soft⊠without thinking you lean forward and press your mouth to his.
Zevlor freezes for a moment, but then pulls back, holding you away from him. âYou are overwrought, Rolan. I think you should rest now. Come, you can wash your face and when you are more yourself again you can go backâŠâ
âNo,â you interrupt him, clearing your throat and lowering your eyes, mumbling, âI mean, I am, yes, but thatâs not why. I know you donât feel the same but⊠I kind of⊠I have a little crush on you. Have for a while. I donât know if you would ever⊠never mind. Itâs fine, Iâll deal with it.â
He looks more surprised than he had before, but heâs still holding one of your hands, and he doesnât release it. âI donât know what to say. Iâve never thought about you like that. Never allowed myself toâŠâ Of course he hadnât. You had known men who had, who had made their desires very clear, sometimes even forceful, and youâd had to fight off quite a few unwanted advances in your youth. It was one reason you strove so desperately to make yourself more powerful. But Zevlor isnât like that. Youâd never seen him so much as look at anyone in a way that might suggest interest. If he has desires, he hides them very well.
You swallow, his proximity and the warmth of his hand in yours making you brave. âWell, think about it now. If⊠I mean, if you want to. If you donât like menâŠâ
He shakes his head, his burning eyes wide. âItâs not that. And you are very⊠but I still think you are a little off balance. Not thinking clearly. You couldnât possibly be interested a battered old soldier like me.â But you see the barest flicker of hope cross his face. Hope that he would quickly crush himself if you donât act decisively.
You touch his face, the ridges on his cheek, and he doesnât pull away. âI should not have done that without permission. Iâm sorry. I will ask this time. Zevlor, may I kiss you?â
He is silent for so long that you become nervous again, thinking that perhaps youâve offended him. Heâs going to refuse, youâd misread him. You are gathering yourself to apologize again, to pull away, to take back your words, but it seems you have just rendered him speechless, because after another moment, he merely nods. You blow out a breath, feeling relief flood through you. You have to reset yourself. You want this to be good. Steeling yourself you slowly lean forward, slide your fingers up into his hair, and touch your lips gently to his.
He doesnât respond at first, but you shift closer, increasing the pressure incrementally, and after a few more seconds he begins to return your kiss. His lips are even softer and sweeter than you had imagined in your guilty late night fantasies, and he moves them slowly, hesitant, not applying much pressure of his own. He is being very careful, you think, probably he still doesnât really believe that you want this, thinks you might change your mind and pull away with every second that passes. But you have no intention of stopping. It feels too good. You tilt your head a bit, fitting your mouth to his, sliding your fingers to the back of his head, and you feel his own large, warm hand lay lightly on your waist. He likes it. Heâs responding, getting a little more confident, and you hear his sharp intake of breath when you flick your tongue briefly over his mouth. He parts his lips, slightly, allowing you to taste the moist inner surface, to touch the points of his teeth. The hand on your waist slips further, settling against your lower back above your tail. That appendage is trembling, and you canât see, but you think his might be as well. You decide to check, passing the length between your legs and his, seeking his own tail. A soft brush of the spade on the end, and you coil it around his, squeezing a little. That seems to crack some of his reserve and he wraps his arms around you fully, opening his mouth and letting you push your tongue against his. You moan, feeling the delicate tapered points taste you carefully. Itâs incredible. He feels amazing, his heat, his strong hands, his tail around yours, and you feel safe in his arms, protected.
But you want more. You want all of him, and you lose yourself in the intensity of the moment, sealing your mouth with his, and reach your hand around to grip his ass and pull him hard against you. You are as hard as granite, but the armor is in the way, you want it off,  want him bare against you, on top of you, taking you. You are considering the fastest way to get into his pants when he suddenly breaks the kiss with a gasp. âStop.â You shake your head, needy, and try to recapture his lips but he holds you away from him. âNot here. Not now. Someone else might walk in at any moment. And I⊠Rolan, that was⊠no one has touched me, kissed me in years. I need time to think, and we need to talk about this. Tonight. Down by the river. I will be there, and if you still feel⊠but I will not press you. If you change your mind I will understand. I wonât be upset. We can forget the whole thing, alright?â
You nod, breathing deeply, trying to calm yourself, but you know you will remember that beautiful kiss for the rest of your life. âI will be there.â
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Fic writer 20 Questions
Thanks for the tag, @khorazir!
How many works do you have on AO3?
29 fics, three J2 RPS, 1 Supernatural, the rest is Sherlock.
Whatâs your total AO3 wordcount?
490,267 (though I have to add that a lot of my old fics arenât on AO3, my overall word count must be well over a million.)
What fandoms do you write for?
In the past, Star Wars, Supernatural, Harry Potter, RPS. Right now itâs Sherlock, and has been for a while. And I donât see that changing any time soon.
What are your top five fics by kudos?
Bakers with Benefits
Donât Read the Last Page
Running Obliquely
Take Two
All I Want for Christmas (is Proof)
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I always respond to comments, or at least I try my best to. Itâs only polite, people took time to give me feedback, the least I can do is to thank them for their time.Â
 Whatâs the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I donât do angsty endings, my fics all end happily ;-)
Whatâs the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Hm. Well. All my fics end on a happy note, but for me, itâs probably Spare Parts because that happy ending was the one I felt was the hardest won. But I do have a soft spot for the last chapter of Bakers with Benefits, because that was also a long road, both for Sherlock and for me.
Do you get hate on fics?
Hasnât happened so far. Granted, I only posted one of my many, many Wincest stories, so maybe if I had more of them on AO3, but as it stands, I never got hate on one of my fics, and I hope it stays this way. The odd rude comment, but no hate.
Do you write smut?
Yup. But not a lot of it. I find the older I get the less smut I write, probably because itâs starting to feel repetitive. Which is funny, because Iâve written hundreds of love confessions and I never get tired of those.Â
Do you write crossovers?
Not yet. If the inspiration strikes, I might yet write one, but so far I havenât.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that Iâm aware of. Iâm not on Wattpad and the likes, so there might be some stolen copies of my works out there, but who knows. Someone once told me about this person who plagiarized one of my J2 fics and re-wrote it as a Degrassi het fic, but the person had already deleted their account, so I couldnât verify it. That was⊠bizarre.Â
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes, several. Speak Now was translated into Spanish, Bakers with Benefits into French and Without Complexities or Pride into Russian.
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
My darling wife @nuttersinc and I co-wrote thousands of words of fic. We hosted fests and LJ communities, ran an online RPG together and co-wrote a huge fic series that we abandoned when we both fell out of that fandom at the same time. We havenât been in the same fandom since back in our Supernatural days, but we did just about everything fandom spouses can do together except host a podcast ;-)
14 . Whatâs your all time favourite ship?
I mean⊠Johnlock just has The Dynamic down to a science. You can do so much with them. You can do anything. Theyâre so wonderfully perfect for each other in all their fucked-up, flawed, deeply human glory. But having said that, I have a weak spot deep in my heart for Mulder and Scully, because they were so important to me as a teenager, and they led me to fandom and fanfic. Theyâre the first ship that truly owned my soul. So a part of my heart will always belong to them.
(They also led me to my second favourite het ship of all time, Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane, because Mulder compared himself and Scully to Peter and Harriet in one of my favourite fics, so of course I had to go read the books, and man, thatâs a Dynamic, right there. Two whip-smart, emotionally extremely vulnerable people both desperately wanting and being deadly scared of true intimacy. I eat that up with a spoon. Also love the âman totally besotted with the smart, independent woman cutting his ego down to sizeâ dynamic.)
15. Whatâs the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Oh, so MANY. I never post WIPS because I want to feel free to abandon stories whenever, so Iâm the only one haunted by my WIP folder, but thereâs a few in there I would really like to come back to one of these days. But never say never, the first three pages of Nothing Gold Can Stay sat in there for MONTHS, gestating. You never know.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I can only say what I enjoy writing, I hope that joy translates itself to the page. I love writing dialogue and I think Iâm pretty good at it. I think Iâm good at pacing, and I think Iâm good at making people Feel Things.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I sometimes lose patience with plot. Because I mostly use plot as a means for character development, I sometimes lose patience with my own plots. That mostly happens in the fics I donât finish, and itâs mostly the reason I donât finish the fic. Iâm also not especially good at handling large casts of characters, many of my fics have very few characters.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?Â
Honestly, it hasnât come up yet. I would only do it in German, because thatâs my native language, otherwise Iâd be too worried to get it wrong. I donât generally like it when conversations arenât translated. Othewise I have no strong feelings about it.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Wrote? X-Files. Posted? Roswell.
20. Favourite fic youâve ever written?
Oh, thatâs hard. The ones I loved writing the most are probably Take Two and my J2 highschool AU. I wrote both very quickly in a sort of fugue state, and it just feels amazing when that happens. The one I enjoy re-visiting the most? Bakers with Benefits.
Tagging @keirgreeneyes @jrow @discordantwords @thetimemoves and anyone else who wants to do this.
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Okay, but can we talk about this one Christmas scene in BBC Sherlock S2E2?
Let's take a look at this one dialog that occured when John needs to stay with Sherlock to comfort him after Irene's death and his girlfriend is upset:
"You're a great boyfriend!" "Okay, that's good. I mean, I always thought I was great-" "And Sherlock Holmes is a very lucky man." "Oh, Jeanette please"
John has his priorities and it's very obvious to everyone involved (even tho I do think that staying with your best friend after the death of a person who was important to him is a valid reason to miss a celebration) I suppose it just was the last straw for her
"No, I mean it. It's heartwarming. You'll do anything for him. And he can't even tell your girlfriends apart!"
The fact that John's love is so unconditional he doesn't even care if Sherlock returns it reminds me so much of this one episode of Doctor Who where River Song compared loving Doctor to loving sun: "You don't expect the sun to love you back!" or something like this, I don't remember the quote and it breaks my heart so much.
(Yes I did a wholock reference, what are you gonna do about it?)
And I also see here how much he tries to move on knowing that sun will not love him back but he just can't.
"No, I'll do anything for you, just tell me what it is, I'm not doing, tell me!" "Don't make me compete with Sherlock Holmes!"
This quote is so important because even Jeanette knows and understands the entirety of the situation John's in.
Compete with Sherlock Holmes is something nobody can do (all his enemies get defeated as we know) but not only villians are a threat, even loved ones will always be on a second place for John. The first place is forever taken by this one nerd not knowing the Earth is moving around the Sun (even tho he's the sun himself).
"I'll walk your dog for you. There, I've said it now, I'll even walk your dog." "I don't have a dog!" "No, because that was the last one- Okay."
Even John himself admits his defeat and realises what he got himself into.
(He did marry Mary eventually, and even tho I love her character, I can't help but see her being another one of "escapes" for John.)
Please don't witchhunt me for "hating on straight ships" or whatever, complain at the directors and writers who made John so unbearably closeted any other of his ships just doesn't sail (pun fully intended).
All I see here is a man desperately stuck in his one-sided feelings and fear of being out, he goes through the struggle a lot of queer people experienced in their life.
Yes, it's been done many times before, but I can't help but say that the production crew are cowards for not making John canonically queer when his writing is so authentic it makes me experience almost physical pain.
Coming back to the topic of Mary btw, I think it was fucking lame in the way her destiny turned out to be. She deserved to have a good life with loving husband and a child, but writers put her in the story just to make John not so openly queer coded (bi and pan people exist btw but it's a topic for another conversation unfortunately) and they just killed her off to "sail" the johnlock ship in the end because they are cowards to actually follow through with queerbaiting (that's what the quotes for, because they haven't actually sailed it). I hate, and I mean HATE when a woman is added to a story just for a man's character development and gets killed off and BBC's Sherlock situation is exactly like this. Why even add her to the story if you don't plan on making her stay with John? The last season makes no sense and makes me so angry I often pretend it doesn't exist "BOO TOMATOES TOMATOES-" (it's the reason I don't want any new Sherlock seasons tbh)
Okay, this post is all over the place, at this point I'm more just ranting instead of doing a proper topic analysis but I hope you liked it anyway. Share your opinion if you have any, ig the Sherlock tag is too full at this point I don't really see people taking about stuff while checking the tag (saying this as if the first season didn't come out like 13 years ago)
Have a good day :)
#sherlock#bbc sherlock#sherlock bbc#sherlock holmes#sherlock fandom#john watson#johnlock#mary elizabeth watson#mary watson#wholock
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The Creative Act: A Way of Being / Rick Rubin
"Some ideas may resonate, others may not. A few may awaken an inner knowing you forgot you had. Use what's helpful, let go of the rest."
The Creative Act really opens up with a startlingly earnest admission that the book is an emotional take on art, that these are observations, and that the book is designed to be taken piecemeal into ones view, rather than wholeheartedly be agreed with.
There is something deeply comforting about the notion. The expectation set that, artist to artist, this is merely one man's musings - it actually ended up being what i loved most about this read. There's something so touching about ones relationship with art.
"Just as trees grow flowers and fruit, humanity creates works of art." "The universe functions like a clock; to everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to be born, A time to die. A time to plant, A time to reap. A time to kill, A time to heal. A time to laugh, A time to weep. A time to build up, A time to break down. A time to dance, a time to mourn. A time to cast away stones, A time to gather stones together. these rhythms are not set by us - we are all participating in a larger creative act we are not conducting, we are being conducted. The artist is on a cosmic timetable just like all of nature."
I found so much of this book's sentiment to be touching, and deeply important to me as an artist and creative. The natural ebb and flow of work and rest, pain and joy. It was so touching to think of the idea that humanity, on its face, creates. It is what humanity does. We find creative solutions to problems, just as we drew pigment across stone in our early existence, so too do I tap my keyboard to string words together, or draw a pen across a page, all a chorus of creativity I couldn't help but lend my voice.
And what a lovely chorus to be a part of - what a lovely song to sing.
"Art is a reverberation of an impermanent life. As human beings we come and go quickly, and we get to make works that stand as monuments to our time here. Enduring affirmations of existence. Michelangelo's David, the first cave paintings, a child's finger paint landscapes. They all echo the same human cry, like graffiti scrawled in a bathroom stall - 'I was here'"
Hearing this paragraph read drew so much together for me, this inherent understanding that there was no difference between the graffiti tags I see in my city and the words on this blog. No different from a cave painting. Even if no one but me reads them, nobody sees them but me, they are adding to the song every creative sings. A desperate cry to add permanence to our wholly impermanent existence, to reach across the boundaries of lifetimes and say "I was here" To reach across time with an intentional hand, a legacy in pigment, a legacy in song.
"Do you know how much I loved being here? I'm showing you, I am still so alive. I died before we had words you would understand. We can dance together, still."
I feel more connected to being human than I have in a long time.
"Art has an ability to connect us beyond the limitations of language. Through this we get to face our inner world outward, remove the boundaries of separation and participate in the great remembering of what we came into this life knowing: There is no separation, we are one. The reason we're alive is to express ourselves in the world, and creating art may be the most effective and beautiful method of doing so. Art goes beyond language beyond lives, it's a universal way to send messages between each other, and through time"
Never forget the power of connection your creativity has, it is a language only you speak, that everyone else can understand, in their own ways.
"How many pages will be left empty, because your process was dampened by doubt and deliberation?"
Art can seem so careful and intentional, that it seems counterintuitive to offer the advice to simply do it, but the simple fact of the matter is if you spend time on the fence of decisions, you will never create. You will kill your creativity with indecision.
One must simply take a leap of faith, a brushstroke can change minds, touch hearts, and speak the untranslatable.
If only you choose to leap, to allow the risk for the sting of failure.
"There's always a next scene, and that next scene may be one of great beauty and fulfillment. the hard times were the required setup to allow these new possibilities to come into being"
And what of that sting? Should you feel it? What will you do?
You get up. You try again. The sting of artistic failure, the pain of loss and grief. Things that shatter your world, all the things we as human beings feel so very terribly deeply, the things we cannot help but carry with us forever.
What will you do with it? Will you burn it bright, a red hot fuel behind every step? Grind it to pigment for your inks? Distill the feeling to words?
Your hard times forge you, forge your work. Carry them with pride, and take the stage for your next scene.
"The person who makes something today isn't the same person who returns to the work tomorrow"
As life shapes you, through failure, loss, success, or beginnings - so too will it shape your work. This is never a bad thing, a fresh pair of eyes, separated by even 24 hours are a gift to the work. You may find the meaning of a work changing before your very eyes, your intent no longer what you see.
The artist grows, but the work does not grow with them. A finished work is a ring in a tree stump, an earnest recording of the time of its creation.
A letter to the future self, a hand reached out.
"Nice to meet you. Did you like being me? I will never know."
"The magic lives in the wonder of what we do not know. However you frame yourself as an artist, the frame is too small."
And how wonderful that is. The uncertainty, the way we will never know what our future selves think until we meet them, the way we will never know what our ancestors felt while rendering cave paintings, the way so much of the world is beyond our knowing.
Why then, would we insist on defining ourselves so rigidly? Why chain yourself to any one thought process when the universe is your backyard, and loves you so? Loves you so that it whispers in your ear to create, to make your mark here, to change matter's shape, to reach across time and space.
I was here.
It was beautiful, and I loved, I lost, I succeeded, and I failed.
I lived, and to live is to create.
#2024#the creative act#weeks after i finished reading it i write up a post lmfao#go girl give us NOTHINGGGGG#the quotes are out of order from how they appear in the book but i wanted to use them to string my thoughts together#tried something a little different? more philosohpical/poetic. idk this book made me feel something and being more analytical#felt bad? so. here we are lol
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I posted 984 times in 2022
That's 984 more posts than 2021!
226 posts created (23%)
758 posts reblogged (77%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@vegasandhishedgehog
@therealblessedaffliction
@urheartsamess
@la-fourmi
@asliceofoceanmist
I tagged 291 of my posts in 2022
#vegas theerapanyakul - 125 posts
#pete saengtham - 93 posts
#vegas - 89 posts
#vegaspete - 89 posts
#pete - 66 posts
#kinnporsche the series - 58 posts
#kpts - 53 posts
#kinnporsche - 50 posts
#build jakapan puttha - 38 posts
#fic - 31 posts
Longest Tag: 110 characters
#or the minor family home guards having to unsee vegas' dick out as he returned home with his wet pants in hand
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
When you finally find that epic drip that feels custom made for you.
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#4
More late night thoughts about Vegas and Pete
I was thinking about Vegas and about the way Gun raised and beat him into becoming a weapon; I was thinking about his office, which is a front decorated with shiny shit by someone who secretly and desperately wants to be discovered and found interesting enough to dwell on. I was thinking of how the Bond villain attire is strictly mafia and stricly work gear, Vegas himself being a snuggly PJs kind of man. I was thinking of how his family did to Vegas what many people do to pitbulls - take a very mellow and protective nature and twist it into something hideous and then BLAME the animal for how it was trained and for being too good at carrying out his master's orders. And then in walked Pete.
I saw your witchy shit. I saw your BDSM gear. Cool decor, bro. You need love. You're doing your best. You're a good son. You don't have to compare yourself with others. Like on those shows where they rescue abused dogs, they cower or try to bite when they see a hand approach because they are used to the beatings, but when the hand pats the head, the dogs wag their entire person. It takes one instance of being seen to be reset. And sure, it could be argued that this take makes Vegas too needy and pathetic, and painting him as a victim is boring and not as fun as making him be an unrepenting monster-
but I propose to you this: he is still a monster, and he's worthy of forgiveness, healing and love nonetheless.
A pitbull can still rip someone to shreds even once it becomes a beloved family pet. It just chooses not to. And Pete is like that one person who stops in front of the cage at the shelter where the most scarred and gnarly dog sits, ignored by families and young couples, Pete looks and says "I'm the only thing between you and the gas chamber, but I can deal with you, I can take your anger because you and me, we're the same." And the scarred and mean looking dog gets to go home with a human, and sleep on a soft bed. Not even God can save whoever is reckless enough to threaten his human.
Then, what does it say about Pete, a man hardened by a life of poverty, abuse, and intense violence, who still, even when pushed to his limits, can look at a man and say "yep, needs love" ?
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#3
I made this because it's mixing two of my favourite things: the Black cat bring good luck video and VegasPete. This one needs the sound on.
182 notes - Posted August 27, 2022
#2
Not these stale takes on Vegas again
I was reading a thread on reddit and someone was saying that Vegas is a chronic loser, that he always loses out to Kinn, that even Porsche with his one braincell knows all Vegas deserves is a hard pass. And then they had the gall to add "and he ended up with a fucking bodyguard". I've seen the post yesterday and I am still fuming. It bothered me so much that there's people who see Vegas as a loser and it made me think. While I was watching the series, I felt that for Vegas to be a credible villain, he should have gotten with Porsche FIRST, before Kinn, a la Dangerous Liaisons, but then I realised that if he had done that, sure it would have one-upped Kinn, but it would have made Vegas petty and short-sighted in his pursuits. And I like to tell myself that Porsche does find Vegas attractive, but the little self-preservation he has is begging him not to fuck around and find out because sure, Vegas is appealing and he promises a lot, but danger follows him wherever he goes and Porsche would like to live to see Chay graduate ( *cough* if Chay sees fit to get his shit together at some point *cough*). Calling Vegas a loser is looking at him through his father's eyes and choosing to ignore the fact that he is hands-on, competent, brings the skills needed to lead and is respected (and feared) by his henchmen. Kinn sits on his ass and does what daddy tells him, and when shit doesn't go his way he flashes his ring like he's in a Green Lantern movie. He wins just by showing up. On a level, I also think Vegas was sabotaging his attempts to get with Porsche just to stick it to Kinn because I can't imagine he approved of the plan since it came from his bitch-ass dad and it was in poor taste. I cannot, for the life of me, imagine that Vegas, perceptive and good at reading people Vegas, failed to see that his sad meow-meow cursed prince act would not work on Porsche, who loves to be the princess in every scenario and who is looking for a hero with big firm tiddies he can dramatically faint on. I also don't think Vegas is a loser AT ALL. Sure, he didn't beat Kinn at... *checks notes* being trapped in the mafia and under Korn's foot? And he "ended up" with the best, most interesting and hottest character on the show, who also happens to be compatible with him and loves him back... wow, such tragedy (that I would also like to experience)!
Look how in love he is. Pete is the best thing that happened to him, at the right time too. That's not losing and going home with scraps to me.
268 notes - Posted August 10, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
I like to imagine this is Vegas' dating app profile pic and that those sacks are full of cocaine.đ„ł
429 notes - Posted August 22, 2022
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#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#vegas#vegas theerapanyakul
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MAD AT GOD - MATT MURDOCK
six - not friendly
tags: @windblownwinstonâ @linkpk88â @emmamarshmellow // five // seven // masterlist
Pairing: None officially (Ft. M. Murdock x Livia / DD x Former Widow!OC)
Word Count: 8,982
Summary: Things are revealed, but not exactly in the way Livia expected... Now she has some serious explaining to do. //warnings: very brief SA reference. blink and youâll miss it//
That day was heavy and there was no way to make it better, other than to shut everything off.
You felt the weight of Elenaâs passing once you saw her in the morgue. It felt like a hot poker in your chest but you had to shut off those feelings. You had to keep composure, because you didnât know where that emotional spike could lead.
You opted out of drinks with the guys and Karen. You knew it upset Matt to leave you alone but you needed the time. You needed to breathe, to let go of that lurking paranoia that Wilson Fisk knew your truth.
You couldnât remember if he saw enough of your face when you beat Anatoly in front of him. You thought your movement was enough to hide you, that the poor lighting was enough to protect you. But maybe it wasnât. Maybe he recognized you at the gallery.
You were so caught up in those worries that you didnât realize your burner phone was ringing. You missed the call completely so you waited until the voicemail notification popped up.
âExodus⊠Itâs me.â The Devil said carefully and your heart seemed to stop in your chest. âI uh- I know you probably have something else youâre doing tonight but if you can⊠I could use your help. I have a lead on Fisk and I canât do it on my own. Well, I guess I can but I donât want to. I need you⊠Please⊠Itâs the warehouse by the docks. If you don't come by, Iâll call you afterwards and let you know what happened.â
âShit.â You hissed and jumped to your feet.
You rushed to the case under your bed and clumsily got changed, falling onto your bed twice in the process. You tied your hair back in a sloppy ponytail and you pulled on your mask before climbing your fire escape. You sprinted across rooftops, jumping across alleys and tumbling through too many messy landings until you finally reached the docks.Â
You took a few deep breaths and let in the emotions of the warehouse. You wanted to know exactly what you were walking into. You felt desperation, a near hopeless feeling. Then you felt annoyance, the kind that partners with disrespect. There was pride there as well, pride in what would happen next.
With a determined stride, you entered the warehouse and followed those emotions like a beacon. You quickly broke into a sprint as that hopelessness began to thump steadily. You saw the faint silhouette of a man about to deliver a final blow to the Devil and you acted on nothing but instinct.
You quickly pulled a knife from your belt and sent it flying to shatter the light bulb above. The sparks ignited the gas puddle he was standing in and engulfed the man in a blazing fire. The bulb was only intended as a distraction, but the blaze worked as well.
He came at your partner again but he dropped to a knee and let you roll over his back. You brought your feet down with malicious intent so hard that it sent the other man to his back. When he didnât get back up, you threw the Devilâs arm over your shoulders and worked to get him to his feet.
âMaybe next time, call me earlier than when youâre outside.â You scolded as you got him up.
âWasnât sure youâd show.â He panted and reached for his heavily bleeding side.
âThatâs fair.â You answered with a quick tilt of your head, but before you could add anything else, Fiskâs voice cut in.
âThank you.â He announced as he entered the room. You reached behind you and pulled the gun from your belt. âNobu was becoming an issue. I appreciate you-â
âYou tricked us into doing your dirty work.â You scoffed. âPathetic⊠Canât even handle your own problems.â
âYou wanted us to do this?â The Devil managed.
âI bet you killed Elena Cardenas too.â You pressed. You made a gesture to move forward but your partnerâs groans drew you hesitantly back to your original position. âYou didnât even care about her!â
âIn a perfect world, those two wouldâve taken each other out and you, Exodus. You would be standing with me, but itâs not perfect.. Not yet, anyways.â
âYou think I would ever stand beside you?â You scoffed, gripping your gun tighter while your palm was growing hotter and your anger steadily climbed. âYou killed an innocent woman! A woman who just wanted to keep her home!â
âYou know, this took longer than expected. But Nobu didnât mind, he just meditated for hours⊠I find it difficult to meditate. My mind wonât quiet.â
âI have a solution for that.â You shook your gun with a scoff. âShuts everything down, nice and easy, though itâs a bit messy sometimes.â
âItâs a character flaw, I suppose⊠We all have them. Like you two, for example. You both have a weakness for women and children.â
âWeakness?â Your partner asked quietly, drawing his arm away and standing on his own. You kept your eyes on him for a few moments to ensure he wouldnât collapse, but he managed to balance himself.
âI assumed it extended to the elderly so I baited the hook.â Fisk continues plainly.
âBaited the hook.â You repeated as you turned back to Fisk. âYou say that like her life meant nothing.â
âYou took her life just to get our attention?â The Devil managed.
âMy options were limited by necessity.â Fisk said lowly. Your rage was burning through you so you opted to put your gun away. Fisk had made the fight personal, and he was going to feel every burning hit from your fists. âI take no joy in her passing.â
âIâm⊠gonna kill you.â He said through his own burning anger.
âNo, heâs not.â You said firmly, taking a step forward. âBut I sure as hell can.â
âTake your shot.âÂ
As soon as you were ready to make a move, the Devil reached out and shoved you to the side. You fell to the ground and that allowed your partner to make his move on Fisk. You groaned in annoyance and slammed a hot fist into the ground before turning to see what was going on.
The two traded blows until Fisk got the upper hand, beating on the Devil while he was on his back. You set your shoulders in determination before you threw yourself into the fight.
You used a nearby beam as leverage and jumped, slamming both knees into Fiskâs chest. He teetered slightly but not enough, so you began an alternating series of punches. Once you saw his arm reaching for you, you stepped off his shoulder and flipped through the air.
You had to remain light on your feet, flipping and tumbling and sliding to avoid his lethal blows. On one swing, you put both hands on his arm and flipped, allowing your feet to connect with his jaw. Throughout the fight, you were charging your Bite. You saw the slices against his suit from where the Devil tried to use your blade against him, so you knew he wouldnât feel it through his clothes.
You needed a clear shot at his neck, or even his face.
Your grunts and groans and small sounds of exertion mixed with the soft landings of your feet against the ground filled in the silences, as did the groans from Fisk when your attacks landed. You saw the perfect shot as he moved to crack his neck so you knelt, lifted your arm, and sent the biggest, non-lethal charge your Bite could muster.
The voltage was enough to bring the man to his knees so you hurried across the room and began hauling the Devil to his feet again.
âYou gotta get up.â You practically begged. âPlease, get up. Get up.â
âYou gotta.. Gotta go before he.. Before he-â He tried, though there wasnât much in him to fight you on it.
âI donât give a shit. You need to go. Get somewhere safe, alright? Call someone to help you.â You insisted.
âEx-â
âYou canât help me like this.â You cut in, shoving him slightly away from you. âYouâll bleed out before you can land a punch. Please⊠I need you to get through this.â
âItâs disappointingâŠâ Fisk said as you shoved him away again. âWesley.â
Your friend hesitated, only for a second. He had to have known there was a gun pointed at him and he knew you were staring at him, but his hesitation was for you. You realized he didnât want to leave you. There was a desperate plea in your eyes and you gently pushed that concern towards him, hoping it would help push him out the warehouse. And you were half a second away from just pushing him through the window yourself.
Before he could voice any sort of opposition, you choose a smarter path. You decided to take on Wesley and keep him from getting a clear shot. You lifted your foot and dropped a sharp axe kick to kick the gun from his hand. Wesley threw a punch that you leaned away from, which only put you in Fiskâs grip. He slammed your head against the same beam you had jumped from earlier, splitting a gash from your hairline to your eyebrow.
Despite the pounding in your ear and spinning of your vision, you heard the glass shatter and you knew the Devil got away. While the blood slowly leaked down and into your eye, you tried to formulate a way out for yourself.Â
âYou canât stand against us forever, Exodus. What will it take to earn your loyalty?â Fisk asked, a hand grabbing the back of your neck.
âIâm surprised you think I have any.â You answered angrily. âMy loyalty is to myself⊠But my alliance is something different.â
âWeâre listening.â Wesley said, holding a hand out towards Fisk as a silent request to let you go. Hesitantly he did, but not without throwing you flat on your face.
âThis is probably the gaping head wound talking - thanks for that, by the way - but for the right priceâŠâ You said carefully as you got to your hands and knees. You had come up with it instantly, the idea to attempt a double agent role. âI may be willing to serve as⊠muscle through your endeavors. An intimidation factor, I guess.â
At that point, you were desperate to take him down. You needed something that you could use against him and an investigation from the outside was getting you nothing. You needed a way in, and there it was.
âAnd what price is that?â Fisk asked in interest.
You turned to sit and face the men before speaking. âOther than my usual fees, the Devil.â
Fisk scoffed but Wesley motioned for you to continue. He seemed to be the only one who wanted to make an actual deal, versus assuming you would do whatever youâre told.
âI won't be involved in anything that goes after him. I wonât tell you anything I know about him and youâre not allowed to ask⊠The Devil lives under my protection.â
âAnd the limits to what you will do for us?â Wesley asked intently, brows raised in accusation.
âIf Iâm against it, Iâll let you know⊠Until then, you can consider Exodus at your service.â
They agreed and let you go after you gave them a phone number. You gave them the number to your burner and clumsily made your way home. You were dizzy, muscles achy and head pounding. Your own emotions swirled in your head like a fog, muddling every thought you tried to conceive. The blood had been steadily blurring the vision in your right eye and you were worried youâd pass out before you got home. But somehow, via autopilot and muscle memory, you managed.
The next day in the office, only you and Karen had showed up. You covered the wound with gauze and hid out in Mattâs office for most of the day with the hopes of avoiding any and all questions. Of course, Karen asked if you were okay and you said that you had done it to yourself by accident because you werenât paying a lot of attention the night before and she offered you a soft smile and a cup of coffee. It was rather sweet that she cared, given the fact that you two didnât always get along the best.
âHey.â Karen said after a long while of separate tasks.
âHmm?â You asked, picking up your head from your doodles. There wasnât much direction to go in for the tenement case that you knew of so you just found something to fill your time. You realized you had been sketching the Devil of Hellâs Kitchen.
Oh shit.
âIâm gonna take Ben to go look at this place I found. You gonna be okay by yourself?â
âYeah, uh. Iâll try to call Matt again and then Iâll text you with whatâs up with him⊠Itâs weird that him and Foggy didnât come in today, right?â
âI was more worried about this.â She tapped her own forehead in the spot where your gash was. âBut yeah, it is a little weird.â
âOh.â You chuckled and gingerly touched the tender area. âYeah, Iâm fine. Iâve hit my head harder than this, so itâs nothing.â
âLiviaâŠâ She tried.
âIâm fine, Karen. Scouts honor.â
She smiled and so did you. Maybe Karen wasnât so bad when she wasnât flirting with Matt or putting herself in unnecessary danger.
âOkay, tough guy⊠Let me know if you hear from the guys?â
You gave her a thumbs up before pulling out your phone. You dialed Matt first and spun in the chair while you waited.Â
âText someone when youâre back in town, please!â You called out while the phone rang in your ear.
She laughed and you assumed she nodded before the door closed. You blew out a sigh while the line rang and rang until eventually, voicemail.
âOkay, first of all, rude.â You began. âYou canât just ignore me all day, Murdock. You know better⊠Second of all, you canât just not come to work either. Call me back, please. This is getting weird⊠Donât make me kick your ass.â
When you finished with the message, you tried Foggy. After a few rings, he answered with a heavy sigh.
âHey, Livia.â
âHi.â You beamed, glad one of them had answered. âI tried calling Matt but he didnât answer. Are you with him?â
âYeah, weâre at his place.â He said flatly.
âOkay⊠What happened? You sound pissed.â
âYeah, Matt was-â Foggy hesitated before finishing. âMatt was in an accident.â
âGoddammit.â You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. âWhat happened?â
âHe was in a car accident.â
âPlease tell me he wasnât driving.â
âNo, he just- He got hit.â
âWell is he okay?â You pressed when you realized Foggy was being very vague and leaving things out. You didnât have to be in the room to get that. âWhat arenât you telling me?â
âNothing, Iâm just tired. Okay?â
âYâknow what. Iâm just gonna come over.â
âNo, just stay at the office.â Foggy said firmly, to which you scoffed. âWe need you there.â
âNo.â You said slowly. âIâm going to go to Mattâs place because Matty is just as much my friend as he is yours, Foggy.â
âThereâs nothing you can do here.â
âI donât care.â
âLivia. I got this.â
You could vaguely hear Matt say something in the background.
âI donât know how you always manage to get your way.â Foggy sighed into the phone. âHe said itâs fine.â
âGood. Because I was coming over either way and I bet he knew that.â You said smugly before glancing around. There was no reason for you to stay at the office, but there seemed to be a reason at Mattâs for you not to show up just yet. âIâll stay at the office till close and Iâll be sure to bring my favorite remedies. See you later..â
You shot a quick text to Karen before pulling out your burner phone. You spun it in your hands as you thought, the device now stained with the likelihood of contact from Wilson Fisk. You wanted to break it, to throw it against the wall or slam your foot down on it. But it was the only way you could talk to the Devil. You couldnât lose that.
âWhat have I done?â You mumbled and sat back in your chair, tossing the phone onto the desk.
You blew out a sigh and ran a hand down your face. You decided you couldnât hover over the burner, anticipating a call. Fisk couldnât stop your life as Y/N. You were going to keep going and do what you needed to do when the time came. But until then, life would go on.
And for the moment, life was as simple as drawing your favorite local vigilante.
You packed up and locked up the office a little early before you headed home. You quickly changed out of your work clothes in favor of joggers and a sweatshirt before cooking a quick meal and starting fresh coffee. Granted, it was a bit late for coffee, but you made it decaf.
You fixed a quick meal of spaghetti and garlic bread. You filled two cups with lids, packed your first aid kit, and threw a couple water bottles into a bag. You packed it all up in another bag with some take-out silverware before making the quick walk to Mattâs.
You gave a quick knock before letting yourself in and announcing your arrival.
âOkay, I have food. I have coffee. I have some first aid stuff. And I have- Holy shit.â You said before putting the bags on the table. You hurried around the couch and knelt in front of Matt. âWhat the hell, Matthew?â You breathed.
âIâm sorry, I just- I wasnât paying attention.â Matt said quietly, defeated.Â
âThis is why I donât like you walking alone.â You sighed gently as you stood, placing a soft hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch slightly, though Foggy scoffed behind you. The sound caused a quirk of your brow but you said nothing about it. âAnd you, Fogster. I brought stuff for you too because you sounded exhausted on the phone.â
âYeah, itâs been one hell of a night.â Foggy agreed. âHey, what happened to your head?â
âHmm?â You hummed, having forgotten all about the large wound. âOh, I busted my forehead on my cabinet door. I was putting dishes away last night and just wasnât paying attention.â
âYouâre both idiots.â Foggy sighed as he accepted your gifts with a nod.
âAt least mine wasnât a car.â You mumbled as you leaned over and handed Matt the tupperware. âEat a little.. Please.â
âYeah.â He nodded.
âWhatâs with the tension, boys?â You asked finally when you could feel the heat of Foggyâs glare.
âHe wants to say something.â Matt said plainly.
âKinda donât.â Foggy shook his head.
âDo you guys need a minute?â You asked carefully. âI feel like thereâs something unfinished here and Iâm not gonna deal with awkward tension around the office cause of this.â
âThere is.â Foggy nodded. âBut it can wa-â
âNo, I can step outside.â You nodded. âI needed to make a call today anyways so I will be in the hall doing that while you two settle this.â
âLivia, itâs fine. Just-â Foggy tried before sighing. âAnd she's gone.â
You were tempted to eavesdrop and find out what they were fighting about, but you werenât lying about the call. You had meaning to talk to her all day, but the idea of hearing something you were dreading⊠It terrified you. You pulled out your burner and dialed the other number you had saved. Claire.
âHello?â She said quickly.
âClaire? Hi, itâs uh- Itâs Exodus.â You said quietly before glancing over your shoulder to see if the boys had some sort of reaction to it, but nothing happened so you figured you were in the clear. âI just wanted to see if you heard from our mutual friend. I left him in pretty bad shape last nightâŠâ
âExodus, hmm? Sounds kinda like Alivia.â She teased.
âAw, damn.â You sighed and leaned against the wall. âThat obvious, huh?â
âIf someone actually sat there and thought about it, yeah.â She chuckled. âAnd I did. Heâs alive, last I knew.â
âThank god.â You sighed in relief as you slid down to sit on the floor. âHow bad was he?â
âFirst time I met him, he was half dead in my dumpster. This time, it was so much worse⊠What happened?â
âDumbass went after Fisk on his ownâŠâ
She sighed in annoyance and you chuckled slightly.
âYeah, you and me both. I got there after all the cuts cause he was fighting some guy named Nobu. But watching Fisk beat on him, I- I thought I was gonna lose him, ClaireâŠâ
âYou really care about him, donât you?â
âSurprisingly, yeah.â You chuckled, a small smile staying on your face. âI didnât think him and I would be anything other than rivals but I see him as my partner and my friend. When I got there and he was covered in blood and in pain and just-â
âWhat matters is that you got there.â She cut in gently. âI know heâs grateful for that. You did good, Alivia.â
âThanks⊠If you hear from him before I do, let him know I checked in?â
âYou canât call him yourself?â
âI gotta deal with a different friend⊠This life has to take priority.â
âOkay⊠Should I expect to hear from you more often?â She teased in an effort to lighten your mood.
âItâs always good to have a nurse on call, isnât it?â You joked back and she laughed.
âIâm taking some time off to get away from⊠all of this so donât die until I get back. And donât let me find you half dead either, alright?â
âIâll try⊠Talk to you later.â
âBye.â
You ended the call and stared at the other contact on your phone. Your fingers hovered over the call button as you considered calling your vigilante friend. Surely he would answer and tell you that everything was okay. But before you could, Foggy stormed out and slammed the door behind him.
âGood luck.â Foggy muttered. âAnd thanks for the food.â
You jumped up and shoved the phone away, forgetting almost immediately about your concern for the Devil. You hurried inside and placed yourself on the couch beside Matt. You angled your body towards him and crossed one leg under the other. You were quiet for a minute, giving Matt a chance to talk first. You let yourself get a deeper read on him and all you felt was a suffocating loneliness, a feeling of abandonment and failure.
âMattyâŠYou okay?â You asked gently, now knowing where to really start. âAnd I donât mean physically.â
âNo.â He cried. âIâm not.â
âCome here.â You sighed sadly and leaned forward, gently grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him into your chest.
His arms came around you as you leaned back. One hand rubbed the back of his neck while the other was in his hair. You felt his chest shake with silent sobs and all you could really do was mumbled soft words of consolation.
You had no idea what was going on between Matt and Foggy. Youâd never seen them in a fight like that, but for all you knew, theyâd been through that before in that long time you were gone. All you knew for sure was that you had to be neutral. You had to comfort Matt and support him, but you had to be open to Foggyâs perspective. They were both your friends, and no matter what you felt for Matt, you couldnât automatically assume he was right.
âYou wanna talk about it?â You asked when he finally woke up the next morning. You were busying yourself in the kitchen and putting together plates for breakfast.
âIt was uh- it was my fault.â He nodded as he tried to get up, wincing as he did so. You placed the plates on the table before turning to grab drinks.
âThatâs not what I meant and you know it.â You shook your head.
âWhat do you want me to say, Livia?â He sighed as he sat at the table.
âThe truth, maybe.â You sat at the table with him and slid his drink towards him. You didnât want to fight with Matt, especially given everything he had on his plate with Foggy and his injuries. But you could tell he was hiding something. âWhatâs up with you and Foggy? What kind of car hit you? How did it happen? Why are you lying?â
âIt was Japanese.â He answered. âAnd I shouldâve been more careful.â
âI know you think you have to do this whole too-tough-for-the-world, nothing hurts me bullshit to compensate for whatever and so no one feels sorry for you. But you know I donât buy into that so go ahead and try again.â
âItâs not-â He sighed, leaning his forehead to his hand. âItâs not like that.â
âThen what is it? Because youâre âfallingâ and ârunning into thingsâ a lot more than Iâve ever known you to. Youâre getting hit by cars⊠Something else is going on and you donât wanna tell me.â
âI could say the same about you.â He countered quickly.
You leaned back in your chair and lifted your head with a small challenge. You squinted in suspicion as you sat in silence, crossing your arms over your chest. You shifted in your seat and cleared your throat while you watched his expression. There was a quick flash of regret, like he wished he hadnât said anything.
âNo, go ahead. Finish that thought.â You nodded.
âVostokoff.â He said simply. âWhy did you need a fake name with Fisk? Why that name?â
âSame reason I pretended we were together. It was a cover.â
âYeah, but you say that like itâs what you were supposed to do.â
âI felt that I needed to lie as a fail safe. I didnât want to put a target on my forehead and put my name out there.â
âWhat do you really expect is gonna happen?â He leaned forward on his elbows. âWhat are you hiding, Livia?â
Before you could offer a response, a light knock sounded at the door. You waited a moment and heard Karen calling for Matt.
âEat your food before it gets cold.â You said quickly before standing and making your way to the door. You opened it to Karen with wide, worried eyes and a balloon.
âCute balloon.â You nodded and she smiled bashfully. You welcomed her in and headed back to the table.
âYou didnât text me last night when you got back.â You called as you sat.
âYeah, sorry. I just fell asleep when I got home.â
âMhmm..â
âHowâs your head?â She asked as she shrugged off her coat.
âItâs really sensitive.â You answered honestly. You glanced over at Matt and saw he had put his glasses back on. âI need to clean it and rebandage it but I need to make sure someone isnât gonna trip over his damn coffee table.â
âI can keep an eye on him.â Karen offered as she surveyed the mess around the living room. âWhat the hell happened here?â
âNothing, itâs fine.â Matt answered quickly.
âHeâs cranky, donât mind him.â You waved him off.
âAre we gonna sue?â Karen asked Matt as you sat back in your chair and picked at your plate. âWhere were you when you got hit?â
âDoes it matter?â Matt replied.
âIt does, actually.â
âEspecially if there were cameras.â You nodded.
âEspecially if there really wasnât a car.â Karen added.
âWould you look at that?â You mumbled into your glass. âNo one believes your story.â
âDoes this have anything to do with you seeing that Vanessa woman?â She asked before turning to you. âAnd you too.â
âMe?â You nearly choked on your drink.
âYes. Both of you end up hurt after you two went together to see that woman. Iâm sorry but I donât think thatâs a coincidence.â
âIt was my fault, alright?â Matt insisted, slamming his fork down. âCan we leave it at that?â
âNo.â Karen urged. And for once, you werenât annoyed at her persistence. âDefinitely not. Look at you two! Youâre gonna tell me no one beat the crap out of you?â
âYouâre right.â You sighed and turned in your chair to face her. âThe other night, after we left the morgue⊠I didnât go home. I went to a different bar, somewhere down in Brooklyn. I drank too much and a guy tried hitting on me. When I ignored him, he grabbed the back of my head and threw me down. My face hit the curb and busted open.â
Your story was a twisted version of the truth. You were grabbed and thrown around to the point when you had a massive gash on your forehead, but not due to unwanted sexual advances. Matt furrowed his brows and tilted his head as he listened to your story. You knew you were lying and you had a feeling he knew too, considering you werenât hiding any of your emotions. A story like that shouldâve brought something forward, whether it was fear or anger. But there was nothing.
âShit, LiviaâŠâ Karen sighed. âAre you alright? Did he-â
âNo, I wouldâve cut his dick off before he got a chance.â You shrugged before clearing your throat and hoping to move past the topic. âWas that all?â
âUh, actually I found something⊠A piece of paper buried at the county clerkâs office, misfiled.â
âYou got a new lead?â You asked hopefully. If you could get out of your arrangement with Fisk without having to do any of his dirty work, you were ready to jump at the chance. âIs that where you went yesterday?â
âYeah, so I found Fiskâs momâs marriage certificate for when she remarried. And itâs dated two years after she supposedly died.â
âSheâs alive?â Matt asked.
âIn a care facility upstate. Now, Ben and I took a drive and-â
âKaren.â Matt groaned. âFisk probably has people watching.â
âI know but I- I didnât leave my real name and-â
âSmart move.â You stared pointedly at Matt.
âYou shouldâve talked to one of us before you just ran off like that!â Matt continued.
âWhen? When you didnât answer my calls?â Karen cut in quickly.
There was a beat of silence while Matt let her words sink in. You saw the direction of the conversation and pressed.
âWere you able to talk to her?â You asked.
âYeah. Sheâs not all there but⊠She says Fisk killed his father when he was twelve⊠Bashed his head in with a hammer and she helped cover it up.â
âShit.â You breathed. âIt wonât be enough though⊠He was a minor.â
âIt wonât put him in jail but it doesnât line up with what heâs been saying, with everything that heâs altered. It might be enough to get people to look at him more closely.â
âFrom an old woman whoâs not all there.â Matt scoffed.
âYou got anything better?â You asked in annoyance. âAt least sheâs finding something. Youâre just getting hit by imaginary cars.â
Matt sighed and leaned back in his chair. You wiped a hand down your face while the regret settled heavy in your stomach. You turned to Karen and decided youâd talk to Matt when you two had privacy.
âHave you talked to Foggy today?â You asked quietly.
âNo⊠He wasnât answering either.â
âOkay.. Can you wait for him at the office? Let him know what you found.â
âAnd tell him I saidâŠâ Matt began before shaking his head with a defeated sigh. âNo, nevermind. Just be careful, please.â
âYâknowâŠâ She said kindly as she came to the table. She took your hand in hers and grabbed Mattâs with the other. âYou two should take that same advice.â
âIâll keep that in mind.â You nodded with a small smile.
âAnd I got you a..â She said before disappearing around the corner and coming back with the balloon. âThereâs a monkey on it.â She put the string in Mattâs hand and you chuckled.
âItâs cute.â You smiled a bit wider.
âIâll talk to you later?â She turned to you.
âYeah, weâll talk after lunch.â You nodded before she left.
You sighed and stood, collecting the empty dishes. Mattâs attention followed your movements but you made a point to keep your eyes on your task. You dropped the dishes off in the sink before wiping your hands down your sweater.
âYou mind if I take a shower? Can I trust you not to run into a door?â You tried to joke, though you knew your voice came out rough.
âLivvy.â He sighed.
He held a hand out for you as he stood and met you halfway. You opened your mouth to argue but were silenced when you nearly ran into him. His hands found your arms and he held you in place. You had to tilt your head up slightly to look at his lens-covered eyes. Part of you wanted to take those off and see him but given your current tension, it probably wouldnât be the smartest idea.
âI want to tell you everything but I.. I canât risk losing you, not again.â
âUsing my own words against me, hmm?â You cracked a small smile. âYou wonât lose me, Matty. After everything Iâve been through, I donât think thereâs anything that would push me away. But I guess itâs fair⊠Just tell me more convincing lies if you insist on lying, alright?â
Matt chuckled and moved his hands to your cheeks. He gave your face a small squeeze and you felt the blush creep up your neck. Your eyes went wide as you rested your hands on his wrists.
You never knew love could be so soft, so light. But thatâs exactly what it felt like with Matt. As annoyed as you were, everything fell away when his hands were on your face and he smiled softly at you.
âDeal.â He said softly.
âOkay.â You nodded before clearing your throat and taking a few steps back so his hands fell away. âIâm gonna clean up, twenty minutes maybe. Donât do anything stupid.â
You grabbed your bag from the armchair and locked yourself in the bathroom. You took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror and were so glad Matt couldnât see you. Your cheeks were the fiercest shade of red and you couldâve sworn you saw pink swirls dancing in your pupils. You blinked hard and shook your head so when you looked again, the soft color was gone.
You had to get that new power under control.
You took a quick shower and took an extra few minutes to examine the extent of the slice on your forehead. It was red around the edges, slightly swollen and bright red with small droplets of fresh blood forming. You fanned the wound with your hand in hopes of helping it dry out. The very edges were beginning to scab so you left it uncovered. Instead, you just braided your hair out of the way.
When you left the bathroom, you found Matt laying on his bed and his hand on his side. You squinted in suspicion as you padded forward slowly, noticing the red stain growing on his jacket. You cursed silently and fished your kit from your bag.
âSo what part of ânothing stupidâ did you not understand?â You scolded as you came to his side. You smacked his hands away and carefully unzipped his jacket.
He groaned as he wiggled it off his arms and used it to wipe the extra blood off his hands. You took it from him so you could toss it to the floor. You threaded your needle before sitting on the bed beside him.
âI just wanted to see how much I could move.â He reasoned.
âYou shouldnât be moving at all.â You continued, tilting your head side to side to silently mock him. âYou need to just relax and let yourself heal.â
âSorry.â He said quietly as you knotted the thread.
You sighed and taped the gauze over the wound. You pushed your kit to the nightstand and dropped your hands in your lap. Your eyes glanced over Mattâs torso, taking in all the cuts and scars and bruises.
What was he up to?
âHowâs your head?â He asked as he scooted down the bed.
âItâs healing⊠Slowly.â You nodded. âDoesnât really hurt though.â
âCan I?â He asked as he pulled a new jacket on before coming closer with a hand out for you.
âBe gentle.â You said as you guided his hand to the injury.
His thumb grazed the length of it while his fingers slid into your hair. You watched as he frowned slightly as he felt the other side. His hand lingered there a moment and you had to gently move it away.
âItâs not that bad.â You reasoned as you stood.
Matt shook his head and pulled you toward him for a warm embrace. You hesitated in putting your arms around him but when he held you tighter, you gave in and hugged him tightly. He winced slightly but refused to let you go.
âMatt?â You mumbled against his chest.
âHmm?â He answered.
âWhatever youâre doing. Whatever the reason youâre getting your ass kicked⊠I get it.â You said, taking a step away to look up at him. You thought about all your own injuries youâve accrued since Exodus was created, how you let yourself take those beatings and bruises and bloodied fists so those kids didnât have to. âJust donât let it take you from us, okay?â
âYou donât gotta worry about me.â He said lowly.
You tapped his side, just above the gauze. âThis tells me otherwise⊠And that name you asked me about earlier⊠Melina Vostokoff was a woman who was there in the place I was raised. She taught me a lot⊠Put me through a lot, but one thing really stuck.â
âWhat was that?â
âPain only makes you stronger⊠Donât overdo whatever this is. Please.â
âI wonât.â
Before you could say anything else, your burner vibrated in your pocket. You took a few steps away from his embrace and checked the screen. An unknown number shown back at you and your heart dropped.
âI uh⊠I gotta go take care of this.â You said sadly. You glanced around and realized you had your stuff all over. âIâll come back for all my stuff before the nightâs over, okay?â
âBe careful, Livvy.â He came over and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. Through that gentle gesture, you felt his concern and hesitance. He didnât want you to go but you knew he wasnât going to try to stop you.
âYeah⊠You too.â
You hurried out the door and down the stairs, calling back about halfway down.
âWhat?â You said sharply.
âI have a job for you.â Wesley said flatly, as if it shouldâve been obvious. âMeet me in the warehouse.â
âCryptic.â You rolled your eyes as you headed home. âWhat is it?â
âDonât worry, itâs not your little boyfriend.â The irritation was clear in his voice. âAre you backing out of our deal already?â
You ground your teeth together and pulled your phone from your ear, leaning back to let out a string of curses before returning to the call.
âFine. How soon?â
âDo you really think Iâd call you if it wasnât urgent?â He spat.
âIâm not a mind reader, dumbass.â You rolled your eyes. âIâll be there in twenty.â
You hurried the rest of the way home and got changed. You hesitated as you reached your window, wondering if you really could just not go. But you knew that Wesley knew too much about you. He knew you worked at Nelson and Murdock. He knew you cared about the boys.
Your hands were tied.
As you got to the warehouse, you were instantly hit with the bitter taste of fear. It settled on your tongue and it nearly made you gag. You tried to push it away and focus on something else, any other emotion, and all you found was the buzzing feeling of arrogance.
You walked in slowly, hand hovering over your belt while you tapped on your goggles. You saw two heat signatures, though one was noticeably fainter than the other. Before you entered the room completely, you hid out of sight and listened to what Wesley was saying.
ââŠalready done whatever damage you could do, it wasnât necessary. You were nobody.â
That line made your anger peak as it ricocheted in your head, changing voices until you pushed the sound away.
ââŠsupposed to go away, Ms. Page.â Wesley finished.
You stepped into the room at that point, folding your hands behind your back so your gun was in easy reach. Wesley nearly didnât notice your presence as he continued until you were beside Karen.
âAnd there she is.â He smiled and gestured to you.
âIs she supposed to scare me?â Karen asked weakly without looking at you. She didnât need to look to know who was there.
âNo.â You answered while you stared down Wesley. âWhy am I here, exactly?â
âThis.â He said simply, pulling his gun and placing it on the table. âThough I assume you bring your own.â
âDo we have your attention?â He asked pointedly, though Karen said nothing. âHello!? Could you nod or something?â
âHey.â You said firmly as your fingers brushed your weapon. âBack off, alright?â
âDo you love this city?â He ignored you.
âI havenât been here long enough.â She said quietly.
âI find that a week or so is ample time to-â
âCut the shit, Wesley.â You sighed and took a challenging step forward. âYouâre stalling, biding time till some dramatic moment. I donât have time to deal with this, alright? I have a life outside of whatever stupid shit you and Fisk try to use me for. Iâm leaving.â
âYou leave and I put a bullet in her head.â He sighed as he leaned forward. âThen Mr. Nelsonâs. Then, when I know youâre around to see it, Mr. Murdockâs.â
âYou touch any of them and I will put you in the ground myself.â You threatened lowly as you closed the space between you and the table. âDo I have your attention?â
You felt Karenâs confused eyes on you but you didnât falter from your position. You stared down Wesley until he was first to break eye contact, the first to back down. He could cover up a lot of reactions but you knew. You knew you intimidated him, maybe even scared him.
âYou know, thereâs a layer of grime this city leaves on your skin. The kind that doesnât wash away⊠Like the stain of blood on someoneâs hands.â
âMaybe you should move.â Karen tried and you chuckled, backing away a few steps. Every word from Wesley sent your fingers scooting closer and closer to your gun. It sent shockwaves of a sharp desire for violence through your muscles and it tingled down to your fingertips.
âIâm here because Iâm needed.â
âBy FiskâŠâ You scoffed.
âHe loves this city, same as her.â He pointed to you. âAnd your pal in a mask⊠Though, he loves it in ways I never understood, almost as much as he loves his mother.â
âOh shit.â You said quietly and glanced at Karen.
âYou see, Iâm surprised she remembered you, but you mustâve made quite the impression. And Mr. Fisk would be deeply disturbed if he knew you found her, and even more so that you had gone to see her.â
âYou havenât told him?â Karen asked shakily.
âHeâs preoccupied with more important matters so I decided to have our new friend help me address the situation. Sheâs truly a wonder. Have you seen her work? Sheâs immensely skilled. Itâs easy to see why she was a favorite in the Red Room.â
âIf youâre gonna kill me-â She turned to face you and her eyes shot to the long slice on your forehead before back to your eyes. â-just do it.â
âNo, Iâm not-â You tried before Wesleyâs laugh cut you off.
âIâm here to offer you a job, Ms. Page.â He explained. âYouâve proven yourself resourceful with a commendable ability to convince people that your way is the right way.â
âWhat exactly do you want from her?â You asked carefully.
âSheâs going to convince Mr. Urich that Wilson Fisk is a good man, a man this city needs. Then sheâll spread that gospel to everyone sheâs infected with her lies.â
âIâd rather die.â
âBut you wonât be the first. Mr. Urich will get that honor, then Mr. Nelson, Mr. Murdock, Ms. Yersova. After that, friends, family. Anyone youâve ever cared about.â
âWilson Fisk killed his father.â You spoke simply, drawing quick head turns from both parties. âHow is that a good man? How is that the man this city needs? Now, I know Iâve killed but at least I never killed my own blood.â
âMaybe thatâs because you have no blood of your own.â He tilted his head in annoyance.
âYeah, maybe.â You nodded. âBut Iâm not afraid for people to see who I really am. I donât hide my crimes. That piece you guys got in the paper made sure of that.â
âYou hide everything.â He insisted, nearly threatened.
âI donât hide at all.â You shook your head with condescension. âI keep people at armâs length to keep them safe. I value the people around me as more than pawns in a game⊠But I assume you wouldnât know what that feels like.â
You pulled your gun from your belt finally after Karen had grabbed the gun from the table. You held it out with one hand while the other held up your charging Widowâs Bite. You saw the blink red as the bright glow was growing from your peripherals. All the while you felt Wesleyâs fear spike.
âLooks like youâre outgunned, Wesley.â You said smugly.
âDid you really think Iâd put a loaded gun on the table where you could reach it?â He tried, but you could feel the uncertainty. He was bluffing.
âHmm.â You shrugged and pulled your trigger, sending a bullet into his shoulder. âMineâs loaded so I guess it doesnât matter.â
Karen gasped loudly as the shot went off and Wesley groaned once the bullet hit him. You tried to bite back the proud smirk but it slipped through. Wesley glared at you while you chuckled darkly.
âI really didnât wanna make this messy.â You spoke confidently. âI really really didnât but you went too far.â
âYou think sheâll keep your secret?â He spoke tightly, groaning in pain while he held his shoulder. âSheâll tell them, even write a whole news story about your truth. Youâll lose everything.â
âIn the Red Room, I was taught to bury anyone who ever crossed me. And now, youâve really crossed me. Given thatâs the only thing anyone wants me for, I should follow those teachings, no? ⊠Consider my deal with your boss over. I donât usually like to do this, but Iâll be glad when youâre dead.â You said simply.Â
âYou think heâll let you walk away after this?â He chuckled. âOnce he finds out what youâve done hereâŠâ
âI think he doesnât have a choice.â You smiled.
When he made a move to stand, he forced your hand. You fired your Widowâs Bite first, the red burst of electricity landing in the center of his chest. It burned through his clothes and skin, searing into his body and the burnt smell of flesh and muscle seeped into the air. You had to take a step back to give yourself air to breathe.
Karen fired her gun soon after, emptying the clip into Wesleyâs already dead frame. You were quick to shove your gun away and help her up once you felt the depth of her panic.
âCâmon, we gotta go.â You said quickly.
She sat there in a quiet daze, likely in shock of what sheâd done. She didnât realize he was always dead before she fired so she didnât kill him. You did.
âKaren. Listen to me.â You put your hands on either side of her head and turned her head to face you. Her eyes darted between yours, panic reflecting back at you. Though you hated to use it on a friend, you used your powers and pushed down her panic to a reasonable level. You helped her find a sense of calm, a sense of reason and rationale. âI know that this is a lot, but I need you to come with me, okay? Right now⊠You didnât do this. I did. Let me get you out of here.â
She nodded quickly and you stepped aside so she could stand while you were shoving the gun from Wesley into your belt. You wiped your sleeve against the table to clear any fingerprints while she grabbed her purse. You grabbed her arm and hurried her out, leading her down alleys and empty streets until you reached the alley for your building. You pushed her up the fire escape until you reached your apartment and you ushered her in.
You shut the window slowly, trying to stall and figure out the right words. But there were none. There was nothing you could say that would make this confession easier on her or you. You gently pulled your mask off and turned to face her.
It was never supposed to be an accident if someone close to you found out. You wanted to tell them of your own accord. But you knew the sentence âI am Exodusâ wouldnât be easy to say in front of Matt and Foggy.
Maybe youâd be able to just not tell themâŠ
âIâm sorry.â You said softly when she finally looked back at you. You had begun removing your belt while you spoke. âI know this is a lot but-â
âI killed himâŠâ She muttered, falling against your wall and sliding down until she hit the floor. âI- I killed himâŠâ
âNo.â You hurried over and knelt in front of her, dropping your belt to the floor with a loud clatter. âYou didnât do that, okay? I did. This-â You held up your wrist. âThis is what killed him. I promise, it wasnât you.â
âYou⊠YouâreâŠâ She swallowed hard and took a moment to actually see you in your suit. âYouâre Exodus?â
âYeahâŠâ
âAnd you- You killed those cops?â
âThat was Fisk.â You countered quietly. âKaren, I know this is a lot to try and process but I-â You sighed. âI have to ask⊠Are you gonna tell the guys?â
âThey donât know?â
âNo⊠Foggy thinks Iâm a terrorist and Mattâs too Catholic to understand.â
âIâŠâ She shook her head. âI wonât- wonât say anything.â
âThank you.â You said softly but your relief was short lived.
âHow long have you been doing this?â
âThe Red Room took me in before I was-â
âHow long have you been working for Fisk?â She corrected.
âI made the deal last night⊠Karen, I swear to you, on my life. I just- I needed a way in to find new leads. I was desperate and I wasnât thinking andâŠâ
âDid you know he was gonna like Elena?â She asked weakly.
âI had no idea. He told me and the Devil last night that he used her to test our âweaknessâ for women and kids. Sheâs dead because of me, but I promise you, I didnât do it.â
âOkayâŠâ
âListen, I understand this is a lot to handle. Everything tonight has been⊠overwhelming to take on at once. But youâre more than welcome to stay here. The couch pulls out and I can get you some comfy clothes and blankets.â
âI didnât think you liked me that much.â She chuckled weakly.
You realized she had been crying and you nearly broke. You were long past tired of people getting hurt when you were around.
âTrusting people is hard for me⊠Iâve only really had the guys so I wasnât sure how to be friends with a girl. All the ones Iâve known just wanted to be better than me.â You scratched awkwardly at your neck. âBut I do wanna try and be friends⊠Matt and Foggy trust you. Thatâs enough for me.â
âYeah.â She smiled softly. âIâd like thatâŠâ
âThe boys will be happy to see us getting along.â You teased lightly as you helped her to her feet. âAnd now you have a friend that can kick anyoneâs ass.â
âYou shouldâve seen Foggy with that softball bat that night in the alley.â
You had to laugh at that as you went to your dresser for comfy clothes. You handed them to Karen before moving to a cabinet for blankets. You directed Karen to the bathroom before you opened up the couch.
âLivia?â She asked as you were headed back to your room.
âYeah?â
âDo you know him? The Man in the Mask?â
âI donât⊠When we first started, I made a point that we wouldnât tell the other who we were. I didnât want there to be leverage that people could use against us. I thought itâd be safer for us both but now⊠Now I wonder if he made it through the night.â
âYou guys make a good team.â She nodded. âGood night, Livia.â
âNight, Karen.â
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đđđđđđđ Ransom and you have a complicated relationship. But his fucking makes it simple.
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The new lingerie set youâd bought made you feel savage. You knew it was something that your followers would enjoy. You decided to appear soft and delicate today, a good girl. So you turned your camera on, and while you were waiting for your payers to come in, you were sucking a lollipop endearingly, to gradually rile up the people watching you.
The candles you had lit along with the perfume you had spread in the room, with the soft music sounding in the background set the ambient, and your hand was gloved sending goosebumps through every part of skin you caressed. You were just fueling every sense, aislating yourself from the real world. You put the lollipop down and laided your back onto the headboard of your bed, with the computer at your feet, your clothed pussy in the first plane for your followers to admire and the clothed hand making itâs way there.
Youâve bought this glove recently, it was a sex toy. Made of black latex and a different head on each of your fingers, along with different textures that would let you see the stars. You even put a vibrator inside the middle one, just touching the point of your middle finger. Every head was different and enticing. And the vibrations between your thighs, so close to you sensible cunt left you gasping. Your lips and eyes stand out from the mask that you had on your face, sensual and with the same color as your underwear.
You looked straight to the camera when you grazed the vibrator contained by the latex over your pussy, while you gasped and then moaned, laying your head back. You could hear the sound of subscriptions coming in, and you suggestively moaned before pulling your panties to the side with your uncovered hand and brushing the vibrator on your clit, whining lightly. Then you put one of your fingers inside of you, and moaned directly to the camera, while you rubbed soft circles on your clit with your thumb, your belly contracting gently, your nipples hardening.
You took your finger off and brought it to your lips. And before you kept the show going, you said âThank you for the gift, Iâm enjoying myself so much. I hope you get off tooâ. You inserted two fingers in your pussy and moaned out loud.
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He was watching you going down the street, completely mesmerized. Just like the other men and women seeing you. He was smoking, but the smoke got into his eyes, for not being careful; his whole attention was on you. He threw the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.
âQue hermosa, mamita.â A cute man complimented you, and you smiled and winked.
âGracias mi amor. So pretty yourself.â You complemented and left him with his mouth open. But compliments were responded to, and he was a beautiful man.
You were walking with so much confidence and all eyes were naturally attracted to your presence, in that dress that hugged you perfectly, in those heels that took you some time to accustom to but now you walked like on a runway. And those striking stockings that you were wearing. You really were feeling yourself, thatâs what a good night of orgasms and money gets you, really. You had earned so much, just had a few video requests that you had to fulfill and this month's cuota would be filled. And with this new job you had landed, things were starting to get off for you and your family
He was about to kill all the tigers that were stomping in your way, looking at you the way he did. Thinking the same things that he did, incited by that fucking dress, that gracefullness of your soul, and the barm coat that flew with the wind as you ate the wole street up. He was meeting you on this old cozy bar, after seeing that video of you yesterday he was riled up and just needed to be inside your warm pussy this cold afternoon, maybe with the coffee that you were gonna drink while you argued still stained on your mouth, that he was going to pry from your willing mouth as you gasped against him, with your mixed spit going down your chin from the sloppy kisses that he loves, and your breathy whines that had him rubbing his crotch against your stomach. And he couldnât wait to see if you were wearing the lingerie that he had bought you, with that color that highlighted your skin undertone and got his dick leaking precum. Last night you were glorious, and today you were a walking goddess.
âHola, imbĂ©cil.â
âNow thatâs not very nice, especially after all the money I gave you last night.â
âMhhm. Others gave me more, papito.â
âThat so?â
âIt is.â
âI got something more that they canât give you. And youâre driving me feral, walking like that towards me, flirting with other guys. I thought I made it clear that you were mine.â
âAnd I thought I made it clear that I was my own. Especially after last night, did you see me get myself off that hard? And after the video endend I got so fucking happy, so fucking horny with all the comments, the views, the pictures that I got that I went to sleep humping my pillow.â
âPictures?â
âOh yes, I got so many pictures of so many pretty cocks daddyâ
âYou were thinking of other cocks, slut?â He questioned, grabbing you by your arm and putting you against a wall as you laughed.
âNot only thinking, papi, I found this hot guy that was just drooling for me, and he made me drool for him so much. The sheets were so messy that I had to change them after he left.â He gripped your throat harder, just growling furiously.
âFucking bitch, Iâm gonna stuff my cock so deep than your throat to make you regret everything you just said.â
âBut daddy, I havenât told you the best part yet!â You bite your lip, seeing his predatory eyes that wanted to devour you entirely. And you kept going without remorse. âThe mattress was so wet too. You never reached that, did you? You want me to think that Iâm yours but I got others treating me better.â You pouted, all that you were saying was true and seeing this look in his eyes was such a sight. You almost whined from his look alone.
He grabbed you by the arm and took you to his car, getting on it just right before you on the driverâs side. Wildly driving back to his place to get you fucking stuffed
âYouâre driving me insane, bitch. Did you fucking curse me?â
âI did, every dick that enters this sweet pussy, plastic or meat, gets obsessed.â
âDonât talk like that, making me more horny.â
âIâm sure your hand can help you, guapo.â
âMy hand? Are you kidding me? You put that dress on, that looks more like a fucking t-shirt, to come see me and then you leave me with my hand? No, fucking whore Youâre giving me your mouth. I have to wipe that smug smile and that boyâs taste off your lips. So suck, vicious little bitch.â So you did, with the loudest and a porn-like moan you quickly undid his briefs pulling his cock out, sucking the tip first.
âDaddy, the lollipop yesterday got me thinking so much about your cock. I couldnât wait to taste you like this again.â He grabbed you by the hair at the red light, roughly pulling you up to met his face, yours pleasure filled, with drool over your chin, the same that had dirtied his pants.
âYou fucking slut, were you just drilling me up to make me get rough on you?â
âNo daddy, I did fuck the boy. That was yesterday morning, and then yesterday night I found a little time to think about you.â
âYeah? Now all you're gonna have in your head and your mouth is me.â He shoved his cock deep into you, and when you gagged he pushed himself further and kept you there. ââBreathe, make this nice for me. I know you can do it.â You could, you enjoyed this so much, your paties were drenched. And what would he do when he notices you weren't wearing the pair he bought for you. Hopefully, break you. You started moving your hips, moving some friction in your pussy, and tastefully wiggling your ass for Ransom to admire.
âThatâs right, cumslut. I'll make your ass fire up later too.â
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You screamed sensually when he hit your ass. You were on all fours, head down ass up, exposed to Ransom. He was filming your glistening pussy and your delicious ass that bounced on his torso asking for more pain. Delicious pain.
âIâm gonna break you with my cock baby. But after you ask nicely. Your followers want to know what a whore you are.â
âSuch a whore! I want your dick papi, you fuck me so good. I want you to leave me braindead, drooling, filled. Please, please, please papi. Cogeme, fuck me. Te tengo muchas ganas.â You whined so hard, so annoyingly empty and desperate.
âWhat a good girl, making daddy so happy. Here you go, cunt.â He put one hand on your ass and thrusted into you aggressively. He positioned the camera to capture your joy filled face and his hips slamming in you. He didnât stop nor slowed down, and started rubbing your clit to make you man loader, and you started to move back against him.
âYouâre such a greedy little girl, you want all of me. âCmon, give it to me now.â
âAh!â You opened your mouth in a silent scream when you came, wetting him with your fluids.
And he quickly turned you around, on your back with your legs spread to search for his own high. But you were so sensible you started to close your legs and tried to squirm away from him. But he grabbed your face and spit on your cheek.
âDonât you fucking dare pushe me away. You take it. Open your fucking legs. Open them wide.â You did, and he used you like a doll, with your mind swimming in pleasure, in his gorans in your ears and his hair caressing your face. He came, pushing himself against you and spilling into the condom. He moved away from you and grabbed the camera, turning it off. Then you were gonna edit the video a little bit, cropping some parts to upload to twitter and the full part you were gonna send it to your special subscribers. You gathered yourself, going to the bathroom to wash yourself a little bit, and coming with a cigarette in your mouth, already lit. You threw yourself on the bed.
âWe⊠We have to stop doing this.â Ransom turned himself to you, taking the cigarette out of your hand and smoking it.
âBaby, you say that everytime. And then you do shit like today.â
âI know. But itâs different now, Hugh.â
âWhat the fuck you calling me that for?â
ââCause I got a new job. Lisaâs personal assistant. And I donât intend to be higher than all the employees you ask to call you that and then go ahead and disrespect them.â
âYou donât have to work for shit, baby. Iâll pay everything for you. You just keep making those videos and the rest is on meâ
âWhat? Like a sugar daddy? No jodĂĄs.â You grabbed another cigarette for yourself, so this dipshit wouldnât take it away from you
âI mean it baby, I can give you the world, just let meâ
âI already have the world papito, and I got it all on my own.â He hummed, and his eyes lit up when you called him âdaddyâ in spanish, in this intimacy. With your body still displayed for him, through which he roamed his eyes in.
âPapito?â He repeated with an accent. âMaybe I can make a mama out of you....â He burned the cigarette out and took yours off too.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â You complained in a moan when he turned you around, on your belly with your hands by your head and his entire muscular, heavy and warm body sprayed out on you. He then pushed deep into you.
âGet off me, Ransom.â You complained in a gasp.
âBut Iâm so deep âside you... I just have to get this shit off me to fill you up.â He still had his condom on, but he hurriedly got it off and dived inside you again.
âWhat?! Donât you dare. Get. The hell. Off.â
âDonât lie to me princess, you want me to fill this pussy. Youâll be a fucking queen, in my arms, being spoiled with my money. Iâll take care of you and all the kids youâre gonna give me.â
âRansomâŠâ Your accent was spilling, and your resistance was getting away from you, his words and promises stained in your brain. âFucking dick.â
âNobody takes me like you, gripping me like that. Youâre just a whore for me, ainât you? Want all of me.â
âAh, Ransom, youâre so deep.â You whined, your belly contracting.
âWhat do you want, honey? I wanna hear you beg for itâ
âI-- Please Ransom. Please, please, please llename. Por favor, papi!â You moaned when he started pushing into you again. Last round had been intense and you had little break, so naturally you didnât last long. You came screaming Ransomâs name, free to do so without a camera in front of you. And he was so close too, his mind winded up with getting you pregnant, with images of your belly full, your tasty breasts with all the milk he was gonna drink. He was goraning so much, your pussy grabbing him so hard, pushing him farther inside of you.
âAre you gonna be a good mama for me?â
âThe best, daddy! Just please, please fill me.â And he did, with the loudest groan. To then turn you around and start admiring your tits, your body, getting inside your head with compliments of the mommy you were gonna be. And all the videos you were gonna make with your horniness, with your huge titis and that round belly. How he wanted to cover you in cum and get it on camera to show that you were his, cause getting you pregnant just wasnât enough. And after that, he went down to eat his leaking cum out of you and prepared you for the next round.
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Hey mootie I was wondering if your requests are still open, and you were comfortable if you could do Shiggy with a Trans man s/o who has a ridiculously high sex drive. Just nothing takes the edge off. Just the s/o can go several rounds and it concerns Shiggy. I donât have anything else to add other than I just wanna get raw dogged by my husband đđđ» feel free to ignore if you donât wanna do this. I just am thirsting hardcore for my fav villain boss again.
Moot I could never ignore this, I fucking love it too much and I am very flattered and touched you thought to ask me for this. I focused a little more on the âhigh sex driveâ and âraw doggedâ parts of this, but I think I got the concern in there too. I seriously had so much fun writing this one <333333333
» pairing: shigaraki tomura x transmasc!readerÂ
» cw: insatiable horniness, thigh riding, penetrative sex, some AFAB terminology, teeny-tiny mention of HRT. 18+, minors DNI.Â
» a/n: I am not transmasc, exactly, just tried to draw on what Iâve heard from several transmasc people about being on T and being super horny all the time. So, please feel free to let me know if thereâs any language I should adjust, or additional tags I should add that I didnât think about!Â
» wc: 1.3kÂ
The dream you were having is already slipping away when your eyes flutter open, but you make no effort to cling to it. The way you feel makes clear it was another one of those dreams, the ones you keep having that are yet another symptom of the hormones you're flooding your body with on a weekly basis. They leave your skin flushed and sweaty in the aftermath, that familiar ache pulsing at your center. Throbbing.
It's an arousal so overbearing that it borders on painful, has you curling into the pale-haired man sleeping next to you, fisting at his shirt as you slot yourself against the firm muscle of his thigh, your hips already grinding and tiny whimpers clawing their way up from your parched throat. Any self-consciousness you might feel about thisâhumping your swollen sex against his leg in the dead of nightâis far outweighed by your desperate need for relief.
He starts to slowly stir as you increase the pace, chasing a release that will bring no more than a temporary reprieve at best, and that often offers no real reprieve at all. Somewhere beyond the heat roiling under your skin, you feel gloved fingers tracing over your back. Â
"Again?" Tomura murmurs, his raspy voice thick with sleep and tinged with concern. You can only nod and mewl pathetically in response, not slowing even the slightest when he shifts, your chest pressing flat against his as he tugs you atop him. It's followed by his lips pressing soothingly against the crown of your head.
You use that change in position to your advantage, working yourself harder against him, burying your face in his torso to muffle your whines as you ride his thigh all the way to your peak, your own legs trembling as your core clenches around nothing.
Tomura doesn't wait for you to come downâknows you won't, not when you get like this. He's already using one hand to peel away your slick-soaked boxer briefs and shoving his own pants below the jut of his hips, just enough to guide you on to his waiting erection.
You're fluttering at the invasion the moment he's inside, rocking yourself back against his movements, and fuck, Tomura has mixed feelings about what the testosterone has done to youâcan't help the pangs of concern and sympathy that plague him as you suffer through a seemingly unending haze of arousalâbut he also loves this. Loves how desperate and needy it makes you for him, and how responsive you are to the simplest of touches.
You whimper when he slides a hand beneath your shirt to pinch lightly at one sensitive nipple, watching your face screw up into that expression he finds so becomingâyour brows knitted and your lips twisted with frustration, choked sobs spilling out every time your stiff, puffy nub catches on his pelvis. It's as though you can barely handle the sensations, as though it's too much to take, but he knows it's what you need.
"Shh," he whispers, even as he thrusts up into you a little harder, angling his hips to stroke against that sweet spot inside in just the right way, obviously working to send you over the edge again. "You're okay, I've got you."
"Tomuâ" your hands tangle into the white fluff his hair, your voice a pitiable pule "âTomu, please. Need it so bad."
"I know, sweet boy. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." The softness in his voice has your heart squeezing, warmth spreading through your chest, because you know it's true. He's been so patient, even though you've been so shamefully demanding.
Even now he wastes no time making good on that promise, dipping his hand to roll your clit between deft fingers, that added pressure enough to send you hurtling over the edge again. You keen as he strokes you through it, rutting into you faster until his own hips are stuttering and he joins you in that ecstasy.
His cracked lips catch your own when he cums, his tongue licking into your mouth for a kiss that's long and deep, the two of you not separating until he's slumping beneath you, crimson eyes half-lidded. He lifts a calloused thumb to trace over your quivering lower lip.
"Does my handsome boy need more?" he asks, and it's only then you realize you're still fidgeting atop him, that briefly sated ache already returning.
Your face heats up as you nod, embarrassed, but Tomura only grins lasciviously and rolls you off him, arranging you on all fours, grinding his already-swelling length against the curve of your ass and then gliding it over your soaked slit as you whine.
Some days Tomura likes to tease, likes to make you beg for it, but not when you're like this. No, he means it when he swears he'll take care of you, would never even dream of prolonging your misery, no matter how much he might enjoy seeing you writhing and libidinous.
If he's being honest, he enjoys this urgency, too, relishes sinking his length into your soaked, greedy cunt, and the way you yelp in response, bucking feebly to meet his thrusts before you're quickly overwhelmed, collapsing under his efforts. His hands gripping your hips are the only thing keeping you in any way upright as your face presses into the bed, the mattress dampening your cries as you drool against the sheets, lost in the sensation of him stretching you wide.
The head of his cock strokes just right against that sensitive place inside as he pumps himself in and out, enough to have that knot in your belly tightening yet again, and when his thumb moves to brush at your clit it only spurs you even closer to your next release. He keeps his touch gentle, that sensitive nub already tender and overstimulated from the constant attention it demands.
Tomura can feel your slick walls pulsing around his cock as he works you over, that physiological reaction quickly joined by your high-keyed cries. He runs one hand along your back again, trying to comfort you even as he encourages you come apart for him.
"That's myâa-ahâgood boy. Cum for me as manyâfuckâ" he swears as your walls clench again, harder this time "âas many times as you need."
That permission is all it takes and then you're crumbling, quaking as another orgasm tears through you, white spots swimming behind your eyes as you tremble and squirm. He fucks you straight through your release again, so rough and unrelenting that you can't quite tell where that climax ends and the next one begins, can't do anything more than clutch at the sheets and sob with gratitude, practically writhing with overstimulation until he's burying himself to the hilt and filling your insides with yet another rush of his hot seed. Â
You can feel those combined juices dribbling down your thighs when he finally withdraws, collapsing next to you and tugging you once again to his chest, softly petting your hair as he places a kiss to your sweaty forehead, and you cling to him gratefully.
Tomura doesn't speak, only enjoys this brief respite knowing that you'll soon be restless again. That's okay; he'll fuck you again if he's had enough time to recover, and if he hasn't he'll bury his face into your sloppy heat and enjoy the strange thrill of tasting your juices mixing together.
No matter what, he'll always make sure you're taken care of.
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Little Puppet // Ethan Torchio, Damiano David
words // 4261, i have never written this much in one go my whole life, holy shit
warnings // smut, degradation, sub!reader, name calling (ya know, slut and stuff like that), threesome, oral, no explicit mention of protection, but obvi that's not how it should go in real life, anyways.... thats all i can think right now. has not been proofread
pairing // Ethan Torchio x F!Reader x Damiano David (leaning more to Ethan)
author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. im going with female reader cause that's how it was requested. here's the smut playlist, def listen to it when you get to the smut part, or the whole time, whatever you want. thanks to anyone who adds songs to the playlist đ
i feel like i cpupve made it kinkier but at 1 am and with over 4000 words i was a little tired to do that.
request // yes, here
summary // Ethan can not stop thinking of sharing his fwb with his bandmate, Damiano. A thought sparked from a random drunk conversation he had with his best friend will end up with them both pleasing Reader to tears
Experimenting in the bedroom was nothing unusual for Ethan and Y/N. The two had known each other for quite a while, overtaken by attraction but neither was ready for a relationship. Instead the pair opted for a slightly different compromise, one that had no name, no label, for now. While neither had the intention of an actual romantic partnership, it never stopped them from being loving and affectionate towards each other. Neither would ever have to leave before the morning comes.
Thus, as the light shone through his bedroom window, Ethan opened up his eyes, looking at the person laying by his side. Such a beauty, the shy rays of sun laying over the features Ethan so many times observed. It was common to do this in the morning, it would calm him down, especially on the very busy days.
âAnything particular you are thinking of while staring at me, Ethan?â There was no hesitation, no grogginess coming from Y/Nâs voice, Ethan realised how he was not the only one awake previously.
âWell, I am, but I am not sure you could handle it,â he responded, smirking down at the laying figure, leaving a few kisses before finishing his reply, âplus, it is too early in the morning for such sinful thoughts.â
âMhm, as if our endeavours last night were holy,â Y/N laughed, kissing Ethan back, as his lips crushed into hers.
âWell, you were certainly calling god if I recall correctly, cucciola, no?â
Maybe what made this situation not be awkward was exactly the fact that the two were friends. They thrived from the friendly banter, never missed an opportunity to mess with each other. It was just how they were and it worked perfectly to their benefit.
âI can tell it is troubling you, Edgar. You want to tell me whatâs going on?â
"It's nothing amore let's just get ready. I'm quite hungry if you must know," he mumbled on her neck, trailing kisses all the way to her lips before abandoning the bed.
âCome on,â he called, ushering the girl to follow him.
Their feet were bare, no clothing no nothing -at least until Y/N pulled a few pieces of clothing for them both to wear- as they walked into the bathroom to start their day. They stood right next to each other as they washed their teeth, washed their faces, fixed their hair and so on and so forth.
âIsnât that shirt too small for you, dolcezza,â commented Ethan, laughing at his own joke and poking Y/Nâs side.
âEh, well, I can take it off,â she suggested, pulling at the hem of his shirt that she was wearing. That only resulted in a laugh from the tall man, him shuffling her hair and walking out of the bathroom, putting distance between him and Y/Nâs complaining about messing up her hair.
After that everything moved quite quickly. Y/N left the cosy home and went to her own house, leaving Ethan with his bandmates to work on their upcoming stuff. She knew how much it meant to him, but she also knew how stressful this career was to him. She always had something small to do to make his days even a little bit more relaxing, of course one of them being their nocturnal activities.
By the time night got around the drummer was sitting at the side of the pool, next to a small table, a beer in his hand as music played in the background. Everyone was doing their own thing: Victoria was swimming, Thomas was preoccupied with a cigarette and his phone and Damiano was sitting on the other side of the previously mentioned table having a conversation with Ethan. It started with speaking about small things before the subject turned more serious.
âYou really like her, donât you?â Damiano had, very early on, caught on his friendâs emotion, he was not very sure that Ethan was aware of his own feelings. It had become a little stupid in the frontmanâs mind.
âI am not sure, Dami. Sheâs great, she is, and we are really close friends but⊠I donât knowâŠâ Clueless as ever, thought the older man.
âWell, if anything at least you guys have a fucking amazing sex life, everyone can hear,â he laughed out, semi teasing his friend but kind of revaling a piece of information no one had had the heart to tell the tall man.
It caught him by surprise. He was never shy about his sex life, and truth be told he and Y/N never hid their predicament⊠He simply never thought they were being that loud; maybe thatâs exactly the reason he had not understood the others could hear, the reason as to why they were so loud. âMhm, didn't think you could,â he responded and took a drag of his cigarette.
Damiano copied his action, inhaling his own smoke and releasing it before he decided to say exactly what he was thinking. âDonât worry about it. I personally donât mind it, itâs kind of⊠entertaining.â
If Ethan was surprised before then now he was shocked and blushing. Of course, it was not in his nature to show it, and make this feeling obvious, but he surely had thoughts running through his head now. âSo, what? You jack off to us having sex, though about a threesome? What is it?â
âMaybe a bit of both,â said Damiano, looking down at his beer. He was a bit ashamed but at the same time he could not keep his mouth shut, the alcohol overtaking his proper ability to keep some thoughts to himself. âI have to be honest, the noises she makes, they kill me, man.â
Everyone could see the gears in Ethanâs mind turn. On the one hand contemplating his friendâs confession and on the other thinking of all the ways he could punish Y/N for being as loud as she was.âSo, if I asked you to join, youâd be in?â
Now it was the frontmanâs turn to get shocked and blush, but he certainly could not lie. He would be more than into it, considering the many times he has thought of that, each and every one of them leading to him either taking a cold shower or taking care of himself hoping that itâd be Y/N instead. âYes, I suppose I wouldâŠâ
The conversation stayed at that, neither of the two men knowing exactly what to say or do at the time being. Instead they opted to wait it out, see when the proper time comes to bring it up again before deciding on what to do. And that day came soon, sooner than either anticipated.
Y/N had been especially bratty -just maybe two days after the conversation occurred- pushing Ethan to his limit with the teasing, the innuendos and the clothes she was wearing. It was the perfect occasion. A little punishment was in store and the tall man knew exactly how to execute it.
âWhat the fuck was that?â Ethanâs voice was stern, not nearly close to a yell but authoritative nonetheless, the stoic expression on his face never failing to let Y/N know exactly what he was thinking of: she was going to be fucked, both literally and figuratively, but she was surely into that.
âSuch a little slut,â he voiced, pulling the girl to his body, their faces almost touching and their breaths mixing together. A whine left her lips but Ethan was quick to shut it with his words, âyou were not complaining when you acted like one, cucciola. In front of everybody as well. Did you see how Dami was looking at you? Iâm sure you flashed him at least once all night.â
The girl shivered at what her friend was suggesting, a tingling feeling was taking over her pussy, legs already ready to fail her.
âMaybe he could help me punish you.â These words almost send Y/N in a frenzy. Her eyes widened and her lips parted, an obvious gasp escaping her lips, causing a deep laugh from Ethan.
âYou like that idea, donât you?â She simply nodded her head, mind racing to all the possible outcomes of tonight.
âI need your words, dolcezza. I need your explicit consent to this,â he whispered, holding Y/Nâs face in his hands, leaving a kiss just next to her lips.
She softly responded with a yes, voice trembling and low, unable to come out properly. She had gotten probably a little too excited.
âBe a doll and just sit there, yeah. Iâm going to go call Damiano. Iâm sure he is dying to see how desperate you are to have both of us.â With that the man left the room, presumably going to call his friend over.
When Damiano walked into the room Y/N was violently taken out of her thoughts, the manâs energy overtaking the whole room, his temperament easing any possible worry the girl could have for this situation.
âIâm here dolcezza,â called Damiano, sitting next to her on the bed with the biggest shit eating grin he could possibly have.
âDonât be so eager, Dami. Sheâll be cocky within minutes, we donât want that.â Always the stern dom he is, Ethan asserted himself over both people in the people. He did not need many words or strong actions to show them who is in charge, a look and his tone were enough to let that be known.
Damiano looked down, in a similar fashion from a few days prior, only this time he was not really shy, more like a puppy that just got yelled at.
âWhy donât you get undressed Damiano, our little puppet over here can not wait to see what you have to offer.â The man mentioned smirked, his confidence reappearing in a second before obliging to his friendâs request.
He decided to play it dirty, going slow, surely attempting to give the little puppet a show. His hands moved slowly, pulling his shirt up and over his head before traveling from his chest to his waist in a seductive way, stopping for just a moment, making sure Y/Nâs eyes were right on his own before removing his belt and opening up his pants. In the meanwhile, Ethan had moved Y/N to be sitting on her knees on the floor, in front of the undressing man, eye level with his pantsâ zipper.
âHelp Damiano, amore. It seems heâs struggling with his pants and you are right where you need to.â She shivered at his words but followed the orders, slowly unbuttoning his pants, her face having moved a little too close -not that it was not welcome- pulling them down and simply gawking at the view in front of her.
She went to move, to please, but her dominating best friend seemed to have other plans.âNot yet, puppet. Come on. This is supposed to be a punishment for you, but we all know how much a cock shucking slut you are. Youâll get his dick but you have more work to do.â
Damiano opposed his friend, already feeling desperate to get whatever he could from the girl below him, dying to feel her lips around his cock, oh and her tongue, oh that tongue he had seen plenty of times devouring ice cream cones in the most pornographic way possible. Sometimes he wished she was in one.
âI think itâs a good start to a punishment, Ethan. She can suck my cocka and then just simply not get it fucking her, yet.â His plan had some practicality to it, knowing very well how much sheâd be dying to have a dick buried deep inside her after getting a feel in her mouth.
âIâll allow it,â said Ethan, starting the process of undressing himself, and looking around the room for anything that could bring more pleasure to everyone involved.
âWell, what are you waiting for, cucciola. Go on, show him how well you blow whistles.â With that the girl wasted no time, pulling Damianoâs boxers down, taking them off him with his help and getting to work. It started off simple, a few pumps at first to get him even harder than he already was (heâd really bet that any man could get hard in seconds seeing her on her knees in front of him, it was a divine view). Her hand was going slowly, her focus on the manâs face, looking up at him all innocently, making sure that his own eyes were on her.
âI am looking at you, dolcezza, donât worry,â confirmed the man, as if reading her mind.
So, she continued, entirely encouraged to show her best self, to be a good girl for the two men in front of her. Moving on, her hand stayed pumping the manâs cock for a second before her tongue came onto the mix, licking all the way up the curve, a very thick vein getting special attention and then the head. It was already leaking pre-cum, the girlâs antiques driving Damiano insane by the second -and she had not even started blowing him yet. With a push to her head by the singer Y/N really took his cock into her mouth, starting with the head, sucking and bobbing her head a bit, still moving her skilled fingers up and down, with every bob taking more and more of the length reaching a point where she had taken it all. She paused in that place for a second, relaxing her throat, Damianoâs cock resting deep inside her mouth, before she moved in need of breath. The same pattern repeated itself a few more times before the pace got quicker, following the music that was now playing from Ethanâs speaker.
It did not take long for the older man to cum, unexpectedly, in Y/Nâs mouth, some delicious sounds leaving her lips and sending vibrations all through his cock, intensifying his orgasm.
âI could have never thought sheâs that good, Ethan. Why have you been hoarding her this whole time?â He laughed, all in one breath and blown completely out of his mind.
âExactly because I know how good she is. But tonight she has been plenty bad, although sheâs trying to act all innocent now.â
âIâm a good girl daddy, see?â She questioned, tongue out, showing evidence of her swallowing predicaments, âI took all of it.â
Ethan smiled, looking down to his friend, his big hand holding her jaw and spitting in her mouth as it stayed open. Swallowing that down as well Y/N showed it to the two men, waiting impatiently for the next orders.
No orders came for the time being, Ethan sitting himself on the bed, back resting on the bed frame, opening his legs and motioning for her to sit between them. She clearly obliged, knowing very well that her punishment was already going to be overwhelming but oh so pleasurable and she wanted nothing more.
In all honesty the drummer was played to her needs every time, the punishments being always the outcome she hoped for (except few occasions when she had gotten Ethan so much she ended up edged on for over a week as a punishment, and although the orgasm was spectacular, the wait was torture). Ethan knew it and he was not opposed to it, instead working with the girlâs deviousness.
As she sat between his thighs, back on his chest and palms resting right on his thighs, Ethan used his calves and feet to keep Y/Nâs legs spread open, thankful she was wearing a dress and panties that he could easily replace any time he wanted. He prompted Damiano to move between both their legs, face aligned with her pussy, the frontman practically salivating at the sight in front of him.
She had anticipated this night, having bought a cheap but utterly sexy lingerie set online, wearing said lingerie in an attempt to drive Ethan crazy. It was black, with little orange flowers here and there, some lace with mesh material surrounding her pussy, back piece doing little to cover her ass cheeks. Damiano was currently dying at the, almost, disappearance of the fabric due to the wetness leaving absolutely nothing hidden -not that the material could hide much anyway. He moved up, face just a hairâs distance from the wetness, just about to leave a kiss but the other man had different plans.
âDonât be so eager, Dami, youâll get what you want in a bit,â he said, palms massaging the girlâs boobs, kisses being left on her neck. âI think sheâs overdressed.â
Damiano agreed to the statement, sharing just one simple look with Ethan, reaping the panties apart, her pussy now fully exposed. The singer looked up to his friend once again, a nod of approval being more than enough to shoot the man into action.
His lips swiftly found her clit, not much effort for the skilled man, sucking and kissing the sensitive bud, tongue lapping the juices of her pussy taking advantage of the wetness to stimulate her clit. Y/Nâs head fell back, on the drummerâs shoulder, the man taking advantage of the angle and leaving kisses and marks on her neck, one hand always on her chest, the other currently choking her. She moaned so beautifully in his ear, making him harder than he thought he could get, surprised at how well he held himself together.
Damiano kept eating the girl out, fingers starting to dive into her pussy one at a time. He got up to four, said pussy taking them in wonderfully, practically swallowing them within the velvety confines. âIâve experienced nothing hotter in my life, dolcezza. This pussy is scrumptious, could eat it for days,â he, himself thrusting on the bed, already having gotten hard again, craving some friction. His mouth was leaving wet kisses to her thigh and his fingers were deep inside her, going in and out, Ethan adding his own fingers, playing with her clit edging her closer and closer to the edge.
All the telltales were there: the shaking, the loudness, the closed eyes⊠She was ready to cum, but it was not something Ethan could allow yet. He stopped his actions, placing a hand on his band mateâs head, said man getting the memo and pausing as well. âYou really thought youâd come this easy, amore? Oh no! You have been acting like a desperate slut all day, flashing Damiano and now letting him taste you, knowing it drives me crazy. You have been very naughty,â he explained before shuffling her off his body, moving to stand up.
Y/N could not help but whine, the sound only enabling the two men. âI think sheâs been naughty again. Didnât you say youâd be a good girl, puppet?â She simply nodded head looking down, but not before seeing the look on Damianoâs face. âI think some spanking would put our puppet in place.â
Ethan nodded in agreement, already moving Y/N to bend over the bed, her legs wobbly from her previously denied orgasm. âCount for Damiano, dolcezza,â said the man, leaving a kiss on her back and then starting his actions.
âOne.â
Although her words were what was asked of her Damiano was not satisfied, giving her one of his own and speaking up. âSay thank you, puppy, donât be rude.â
Another spank, âthree, thank you,â she followed the orders, jumping forward with every slap on her skin.
As she reached ten it got harder to count. Damiano had started fingering her again, opting to pause his actions after every few thrusts, slamming his palms on her ass cheeks or pussy. Itâd be a lie if Y/N said this wasnât enjoyable-after all she could not stop moaning loudly, but the redness of her ass would disagree.
âWhy donât you keep quiet, puppy? These noises of yours are what got you here. You canât hide how much you like this, can you, slut?â
For the second time that night, Y/N was on the verge of cumming all over Damianoâs fingers, unable to speak yet again.
âUse,â spank, âyour,â spank, âwords,â spank.
âI canât hide, daddy,â she responded, this time leaving an almost screaming moan, eyes rolling all the way to the back of her head, once again almost falling apart.
Before she had the chance Damiano stopped, hands retracting from the girl and into his mouth, tasting her on his lips.
âI think you can take at least one more, puppet. Can you?â Ethan, had been quite distanced this whole time, deciding to let his friend get a taste of his sex partner, but deciding this was the best moment to do his thing.
Y/N nodded in confirmation, letting out a simple âgreen,â to let Ethan know she was not stopping just yet.
âBeautiful, puppy! You have been doing so good for us, taking your punishment so well, but we are not done yet.â A buzz sound is what concerned the girl, eyes widening at the toy.
It was a small remote virator, imitating sucking on the clit. The drummer placed the girl over his knees, stuffing the toy between his leg and her clit, shocking the sensitive bud. âI think you can take a few more spanks,â said the man, landing one at the expanse of her thigh, the skin giggling at the contact.
âDamiano, count,â ordered the assertive man, seeing his friend kneel in front of Y/N, kissing her and then doing as he was told.
âI think we were left on twenty-three. Twenty four,â he began, counting all the way to forty before the ordeal was over.
The whole time Y/N was shaking, just about to fall off the edge, asking for permission to cum but her wishes were not granted just yet. She was exhausted, overstimulated, frustrated, and now unable to move on her own. But, oh man did she need more. The two men were more than willing to assist her.
âYou are doing so well, dolcezza,â praised Damiano, thinking of what to do next.
âWhy donât you get up, puppet. I think itâs time you get what you want.â
At that, her head perked up, already jumping from Ethanâs lap (almost falling while doing so) eager to be fucked and to finally orgasm. âI want you on all fours. You suck me off, Dami can fuck your pussy. Iâm sure youâd love that.â She nodded, moving to be in all fours as Ethan stood on his knees on top of the bed, Damiano following suit and placing himself behind Y/N.
âAgh,â he groaned, âsei cosĂŹ bagnata, bambina,â he commented, collecting all the wetness on his cock before pushing inside her.
The action and the moans it emitted caused vibrations to Ethan, making him groan in pleasure, Y/Nâs talent to shuck not wavering now. âYou like this a lot, puppet, donât you? Being fucked by my best friend while sucking my cock, huh? You like that?â
She could only hum in response, holes being filled to the brim so pleasurably. It was all better than she expected, more overwhelming, so she could not keep it anymore. She released Ethanâs cock, screaming loudly as her release finally overtook her, Damiano groaning in contentment. He pulled out of her afterwards, jacking himself off a bit before coating her back in his own cum.
Now the only one left unsatisfied was Ethan. His pleasure was cut short for the girlâs release, and although he was not mad, he certainly wanted to feel her.
âCan you handle one more for me, cucciola? You did such a good job so far but I need to feel you.â Y/N nodded and changed her position, this time her legs were in the air, soon to be wrapped around the drummer, eyes half closed in bliss.
âSuch a good girl for me,â Ethan praised one more time before he started his rhythm slamming into her. This time it did not take long for both of them to reach their highs, the man riding out both of them and after taking a second to breathe he pulled out, falling right next to her.
âAre you ok?â This time the concerned man was Damiano, a bottle of water already in his hands and ready to give it to the girl.
âMhm⊠Thank you,â she mumbled, voice almost a whisper but the smile was hard to miss.
âI think I should leave,â said the front man and he went to get dressed, abandoning the room, leaving only Ethan and Y/N in it.
Ethan got up quickly, looking around for a cloth as he got to the bathroom and wet it with some warm water. Coming back, he used it to clean Y/N up; her back from Damianoâs cum, her face from the cum and her dried up juices and her pussy from the left over wetness, a pair of underwear and a t-shirt in his other hand.
âCome one, dolcezza, you did so good. Youâll go to sleep in just a second. Come one, help me get you dressed,â he voiced and started leaving kisses on her face.
âYou took both of us wonderfully, thank you.â Another hum as a response.
Ethan realized how at this point she had fallen asleep, fucked out and exhausted, he did not expect her to stay awake.
âI only wish I could tell you this when youâre awake⊠I think Iâm in love with you."
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Okay, but what if Boba's daughter walked into the palace with pre-sequels, spice-runner Poe? And she's just like "BTW, I love him." Only for Boba to activate Overprotective Dad Modeâąïž and just:
Because she thinks it's fine. She's been raised in the criminal underworld by freaking Boba. But he's just blown away that she even considers someone even remotely like him an option. Let alone a viable one.
LMAOOOOO oh my god that concept is hilarious. also, excellent gif use. ngl the concept of Boba being reader's actual father freaks me out a little but alas. Here we go.
No Warnings just tags: actual dad Boba, daughter!reader, Poe being a little shite but actually so loveable, family disputes
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"You are not to see him again. There will be no discussion." Your father's voice is deadly quiet and you shrink in your seat.
"Hey hey hey now." Poe raises his hands and you bury your face in your arms. That di'kut is going to get himself killed.
"All due respect, Sir, but I don't think that is your decision to make. I love your daughter and she loves me." His voice goes all soft and you lift your face to see him look at you with the most tender eyes. "You cannot part us."
You nearly climb over the table to hug him then, Poe, your Poe-
"He is a spice runner, for Kriff's sake. Chakaaryc ge'hutuun. How did you ever think I would allow this?" Boba exclaims, the usual calm in his voice replaced by disbelief.
You rise to your feet, anger heating your face.
"Oh no, father, you do not get to call him a dirty criminal. You fucking hypocrite! You run the biggest syndicate in all the galaxy and then you forbid me from loving a good man, a man who is true to me, just because he runs spice? Which is, I should add, on many planets a legal substance, unlike the shit you sometimes sell. Gar or'dinii, buir."
Boba looks at you like you have slapped him.
"You call me a fool, ad'ika? I am trying to keep you safe, just like I always have, just like I always will. This man is not an option for you, you can do better- you must do better. Don't make the same mistakes I did. Rise above your station before you fall in with the wrong crowd, daughter. I will not allow this."
Poe rises from his seat as well, the chair dragging obnoxiously. He reaches for your hand and you take his.
"Employ me, then," he says calmly and your breath hitches. The nerve- your father would never agree- but Poe goes on. "Employ me, give me a chance to be an honest man. I want nothing to do with your criminal empire, give me work as a pilot or a mechanic. Let me fly in your races, I don't care. Let me prove to you how much I love your daughter. Just- don't take her away from me."
Your heart stumbles when Poe grits out the words you have taught him in the mothertongue.
"Ni kar'tayli kaysh gar darasuum. Gedet'ye, alor."
You see Boba's eyes widen, the surprise in his gaze. Never teach anyone the mothertongue who is an aruetii unless they aspire to become part of the family. That is the rule.
Time passes like syrup and you are frozen, Poe's hand desperately squeezing yours, hanging on to that last glimmer of hope. When your father opens his mouth again, you feel like you might faint at any given moment.
"Fine," Boba says and the world starts spinning. "Fine. One chance. If you mess up at all, at any point, mir'sheb... There is no place in all the galaxy you will be able to hide from me."
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Mando'a: di'kut - Idiot Chakaaryc ge'hutuun - rotten criminal Gar or'dinii, buir - You are a fool, father. ad'ika - little one (here used for 'daughter') Ni kar'tayli kaysh gar darasuum. Gedet'ye, alor. - I love her. Please, Sir. mir'sheb - smartass
------------ I am loving all these concepts so much!! Absolutely living for writing Overprotective Dad Boba.
#galas follower celebration#poe dameron#boba fett#poe dameron x you#poe dameron x reader#actual dad boba
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