#bloo smut

[thatdamnmutt-exe]

Fill The Void • Bloo

Plot:

After ‘Fill The Void’ by The Weeknd dropped, it gave Bloo an idea of doing something similar. His partner is a bit about the idea at first but agrees nevertheless. So while in the studio, Bloo makes sure to get enough moans in his new song. (The music is the only good thing we got from ‘The Idol’)

Pairing:

Kim Hyeon-ung / Daniel (Bloo) x Masc!Reader (Name: Jasper)

Warnings:

Trans Masc Reader, Pre-Bottom Surgery, Semi-Public Sex?, Reader is trans masc with a vjay, Fingering, Hickeys, Choking, Edging, Moaning into a mic, Daddy Kink (we all know this), and Cocky Bloo

Song:

Fill The Void • The Weeknd

“I choose you to fill my void, yeah.”

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Daniel sat back as he listened to his demo, finally having some inspiration for a new song after the newest Weeknd song. As the beat faded out, he rubbed his eyes, trying to ignore his tiredness. There was something missing, well, more like someone, Daniel thought.

He reached for his phone, pulling up his boyfriend's contact. ———— Loverboy <3: baby, can you come by the studio? i need you for something.

Babyboy <3: do you want me to bring you anything while on my way down?

Loverboy <3: Just that phat ass baby~

Babyboy <3: you're such a loser. but i'm on my way. I love you <3

————

It wasn’t long before Jasper had reached Daniel’s studio. He walked into his boyfriend’s studio, iced coffee in tow as he wrapped his arms around Daniel from behind.

“I missed you…” Jasper whispered in Daniel’s ear, earning a hearty chuckle from his lover. Jasper kissed Daniel’s forehead before sitting in the chair next to him. “So what did you need me for?”

“First of all baby, are you supposed to be drinking coffee this late at night?” Daniel asked, an amused look on his face. Jasper flipped him off as he took a long sip from the creamy drink.

Daniel smiled, “Anyways, you may hate me for what I’m about to ask you help with.” He let out a nervous chuckle. “You know the new The Weeknd song? Fill the Void?”

Memories of him and Daniel flashed through his mind at the mention of the song. His cheeks turned a light pink as he looked away for a moment. “How could I? It’s been your favorite song to rail me to recently.”

Daniel made a face, basically saying ‘you’re right’. “That’s not the point. I wanted to make a song with a similar sound… but I’m missing the more… sensual sounds, if you know what I mean?”

Jasper’s face went a deep red as he caught on to what Daniel was asking of him. The thought of him making those noises into a microphone made him embarrassed. He was never good at making the noises on command, only really when Daniel and him were doing things.

“I can’t make them on my own though?”

“Who says you’ll have to make them on your own?”

The studio was silent as Jasper’s face and neck were now completely red. Daniel leaned back in his chair, absolutely loving how shy his boyfriend was right now. A cocky smile shown on his face as he waited for his lover’s response.

“…As long as I don’t sound bad.” Jasper said after finally calming his mind and heart rate. Daniel’s cocky smile turned into an excited one. He stood up and pulled Jasper into the recording room.

Jasper had a good singing voice and could easily be a singer if he wanted, but he enjoyed the quiet life and supporting his lover.

“Okay baby, this is your part to sing”, Daniel started while moving to stand behind Jasper. The younger calmed himself and tried to remain focused as he waited for his part to song.

Daniel’s hands ran up and down his body, slowly reaching under Jasper’s shirt, exploring the soft skin as Jasper struggled not to mess up his part.

As the verse continued, Daniel moved his hands down Jasper's pants, snaking under his boxers. He moved one arm to wrap around Jasper, keeping him steady as his fingers moved in circles right on his clit, earning a sudden quiet moan from the other.

Jasper finished his verse, allowing an instrumental to play, his moans mixing with the beat. Daniel’s free hand moved up to wrap around Jasper’s throat, squeezing it a bit as his fingers worked faster.

“Just like that baby, those are the noises we want to hear.” Daniel praised, a cocky smile never leaving his lips as his verse approached.

Daniel’s hands never stopped what they were doing as he finished his part perfectly. Jasper’s thighs closed tightly as his legs buckled slightly. He was reaching his climax, Daniel knew this and pulled his fingers away.

A pathetic whine was heard by only Daniel, he only chuckled lightly as he moved his head to start leaving hickeys along Jasper’s skin.

Jasper’s final part was coming up, causing Daniel’s hand to release the grip it had around his throat. He just managed to catch his breath before he sang his part with his normal sound.

Daniel let Jasper be for some of his verse before moving his fingers again, his eyes rolling as he feels how wet Jasper is by now. His fingers circled the smaller's clit, slowly moving closer to slipping inside of him.

Jasper's singing voice grew more desperate and breathy as he tried to control his moans, failing as Daniel's fingers rubbed right against that special, spongy spot. Jasper's voice stopped as his head fell back against Daniel's shoulder, a load moan following as he came hard on his fingers.

The sight was enough to distract Daniel from their recording session as he drove his fingers faster, allowing Jasper to rid out his high. His free hand reaching up to grasp his cheeks, forcing his neck to the side as he bites down on the younger's neck.

"Daddy!" Jasper said with a strained, whiney voice as legs shook and his pussy throbbed from overstimulation while Daniel's fingers continued. "Too much!"

Daniel's eyes rolled back, his cock throbbed heavily in his pants from how turned on that moan got him. The way Daniel could have his boy so weak in the knees from just from his fingers, it did more than fill his ego.

The idol's thoughts quickly forgot about the song, as he couldn't hold back the overwhelming urge to ruin the boy in his arms. Daniel took both of Jasper's hands and put them above his head as he pinned the younger, chest first, against the studio glass window.

"Fuck baby... you sounds so damn good, you're doing so damn good. My good boy." Daniel's free hand desperately undid Jasper's sweatpants ties before pulling them down as low as he could.

"Daddy please, I want to feel so bad." Daniel could barely contain himself as he quickly undid his jeans and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free, hitting right against Jasper's sensitive clit. "Mmm, daddy, fuck me already!"

Jasper was jerked forward against the glass as Daniel shoved himself fully inside of him, a low growl escaped Daniel as Jasper's walls clenched tightly around him. He stood still for a moment, trying not to cum already.

"Fuck baby, you were made to take me. The way you cling around me, sucking me in for more." Daniel whispered against Jasper's ear, leaving deep kisses along his neck, "You're all mine, you belong to me. Just like that baby, keep taking me like the good boy you are."

Jasper's body shook as Daniel sensually thrusted in and out of him, savoring every small noise that fell out of his boy's mouth. Daniel's thrusts moved faster as his free hand found Jasper's swollen clit, rubbing it in circles.

Words were unable to form in Jasper's mind as his body ascended to cloud 9, quickly reaching his climax. "Cum... please? Daddy- please, cum?" His words jumbled as higher pitched moans left his mouth while trying not to cum.

Chuckling against Jasper's neck, Daniel speeds up his rhythm, watching Jasper's face contort from pleasure. "Such a good fuckin' boy, come on baby, cum for daddy." With permission, Jasper feels himself come undone around Daniel's dick. His slick running down the back of his thighs and on to Daniel's, almost causing Daniel to slip out.

Soon, after a few more thrusts, Daniel reaches his end, releasing himself deep inside of his lover. Their juices ran down their legs as Daniel pulled out, admiring his work. "Your pussy looks so good when it's covered in my cum." He chuckles and lightly spanks Jasper's sensitive clit, making the other squeak.

"Asshole, don't do that." Jasper pouts as he wobbled while trying to stand. He leaned back against the wall, letting Daniel gather things to clean them up.

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"I speak my voice and I choose you to fill the void."

[bloos-bloo]

I'm not one to write NSFW fics- but I did want to try it- Sozura fans rejoice :D

YOUNGINS STAY AWAY FROM THIS ONE- (I can't really stop you though- but please respect my boundaries ;v;)

[margotw10bis]

The Place Before the Darkness.JJK TEASER

husband!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: angst; fluff; smut; attempt of a thriller

Words: ?

Synopsis: It was love at first sight with your husband but when you find a secret phone in Jungkook's office, everything shatters as you suspect him to have an affair. However, maybe he has deeper secrets...

Warnings: none for the teaser

4 Years Ago

You've decided to relax at the hotel while the others went scuba diving.The bar of the hotel is great, just like the rest of the facilities, especially to forget how awfully lonely you are while your friend is getting married.

Yet, the relaxing time you were expecting is fading away when a man takes the seat next to yours at the bar. Your breath hitches because damn! He looks good. You are not sure you’ve ever seen a man this handsome. He is tall and his black hair is shining. He looks casual with his Hawaiian shirt and his shorts.

You’re having a hard time not staring at him but what can you say? It’s not easy taking your eyes off of him. He is attractive, too attractive.

"No scuba diving?" He asks you

You are surprised — it’s an understatement — because how the hell does he know that?! But you can’t say anything when you meet his eyes. They are so black, it’s intimidating but there is a sparkle of playfulness in them. This man is a paradox: all seems mysterious and comfortable at the same time; cold and warm; distant and kind. However, a weird feeling embraces you, just like you’ve known him all your life. Is it… love at first sight? You’ve read about it, you’ve seen it in movies but experiencing it… Wow, it’s an all other level. 

"I saw you and your group of friends yesterday at the restaurant, and this morning, I spotted them heading to the boats" He explains — your shock must have been well visible 

"You have a great memory to remember so much about strangers" You joke 

“Selective memory in fact”  He corrects with a oh-so-charming smile and you literally feel your heart melt and your cheeks burn “And I’m particularly attentive to beautiful women"

This sentence could make you ill-at-ease, it’s such a playboy thing. But the way he is sipping on his fresh beer so casually and his eyes… So honest.

"Can I invite you for diner?" He asks and you have to pinch your arm to make sure you are not dreaming 

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

“Can I call you back?” You ask through the phone but actually don’t wait for any answer and just hang up

You were searching some documents for the assurance in your husband’s office when you found it. A phone. At first, you tried to look for some rational explanations of why your husband would hide a phone in his desk.

The latest text, from yesterday, was an address. A hotel address. It was an appointment for tomorrow. Your heart sunk as you went through the convo: over and over again, the same hotel room with different dates and hours. For four months. 

So this is it. Your husband is cheating on you. You can’t stop your crying because the pain in your chest is just unbearable. You thought that Jungkook was the love of your life when you married him three years ago. And even now, with your broken heart, you still believe he is. You haven’t thought about living without him, it can’t be possible. 

When you hear the front door and your husband asking if you’re home, your sobbing gets lourder and  you have to put your hand on your mouth to mutter it. The steps you know so well — just like you thought you knew your husband so well — are getting closer and closer. When he pushed the door, he didn’t think he would find you crying in his leather chair. The biggest tears he has seen since he knows you.

“What’s going on?" He hastily asks you, panicked that you might be hurt 

And you are indeed. You are feeling so much pain that you wonder how your heart hasn’t stop beating of how squeezed it has become. 

Once again, your husband frowns but only a second. Because his big does eyes widen at the sight of his secret device in your shaky hand. All his blood is drained from his face, making his skin look pale. He gulps but his throat feels as dry as a desert. 

“Y/N, I swear, it’s not what you think” He starts but his voice is already broken 

“So you don’t go to those rendezvous in that hotel?” You ask

Your voice has some hope in it, like you still think there is a tiny chance that your husband is not cheating on you. But a single glance at him and at his guilty face is enough to definitely break this hope.

[catsteeth]

Hii, I love your writings❤️ Can you write Podrick Payne and the fem reader? The reader is a Jon's twin sister, the Queen in the North. And Podrick has been in love with her for years, from the moment he first saw her. The reader is aware of the situation from the beginning, and when they meet again in the North at the end of the road, she notices once again how Podrick looks at her, but the only difference is that he is not a child anymore.☆

Growing Pains🍎

A/N: Thank you sm angel baby! Now this is what I AM TALKING ABOUT!!! Girl hell yes I can… I love this concept but I am going to take some liberties with the timelines and when Podrick is introduced in the story but let's all just sit back and have fun. You didn’t specify if you wanted smut but girls just wanna have fun so I did it anyway (there will be a cut off so you know when it's coming if you wanna stop reading beforehand) Hope you enjoy it and thank you for the request!! CW: SMUT MDNI, fuff, pining, mention of prostitution, mention of alcohol, fingering, grinding,

You had a hard go of it in life. 

Being the bastard of Ned Stark and the twin of Jon Snow. Having the last name of Snow swayed every person's opinion of you. Except for one, Podrick. A squire of little influence. When he and his Lord Tyrion visited the North with the rest of the Lannister and Baratheon family, he found himself enamored with you.

At first he thought it was because of your fair beauty. Your skin had a glow to it, your eyes as well. 

As the Stark family lined up to greet the royal family you and Jon were standing behind them. An embarrassment to the family but an open embarrassment nonetheless.

As you stood there, you studied all the knights and kings guard that stood before you and your family. You thought some of them were handsome but none captured your interest really. 

That was until your brother Jon nudged you. 

“It would seem you’ve an admirer, dear sister.” He teased as you looked and saw a shorter boy with short brown hair. He was certainly a squire. As your eyes met his he looked away 

nervously. 

You looked back to Jon, “Merely a boy, Jon.” 

“Aye, as you are merely a girl.” He said with a smirk. You nudged him harder and gave him a cold and hard scowl, making him struggle to hold in laughter.

As Lord Tyrion descended from his carriage he stood beside Podrick while he waited for Robert and Nedd to be done with their reunion. However when he looked behind Nedd he noticed Nedd’s bastards giggling like children until Lady Catelyn shot them a glare that shut them up quickly.

However he also noticed how Podricks gaze was fixated on you. His face reveals how pathetically enamored he was with you. Tyrion chuckled to himself and then tugged on Podrick’s sleeve a few times until his attention returned to his Lord. 

“Yes, my Lord?” Podrick asked, 

“You are appointed to serve me, not Ned Stark's bastard daughter.” Tyrion said to Podrick in a teasingly scornful tone. “Is that who that is?” He asked his eyes to stay put on you.

Tyrion nodded, “(Y/N) Snow…” Tyrion spoke your name and to Podrick it sounded like poetry. He looked back over to you as Podrick mouthed your name back to himself. “A beautiful girl,” Tyrion said matter of factly. 

“Yes, yes she is.” Podrick nodded, still unable to tear his gaze away from you. 

“You know what they say about Northern girls?” Tyrion smirked as he looked up at Podrick, 

Podricks gaze finally looked back to Tyrion with a confused look, “No?” 

“Perhaps you’ll find out.” He said with a raised brow, making Podrick swallow hard.

꒰ ୨୧ ─

Later that night during the feast you and Jon were turned away from the dining hall. It would be an insult to the royal family if you two were sitting in their field of vision. Gods forbid they were to see a bastard while they ate a meal that your family prepared for them. 

You were content to go to your chambers and wait out the feast before you’d sneak into the kitchen and eat whatever was left. But the plum tree had recently bloomed and it was too tempting for you to wait until the feast was over. 

Normally you’d convince Bran to climb the tree to pick you some but you were alone. So you did the next best thing, convince the next man you saw.

“Hello, kind ser. Could I trouble you for just a moment.” You said to a shadowed form nearby that was approaching. As it got closer you noticed it was the boy that was staring at you from the courtyard beside Lord Tyrion. 

“Yes, yes, my Lady, no trouble at all.” He said, stammering nervously as he walked closer toward you.

“I recognize you… I saw you today. You’re not a Northerner.” You said with narrow eyes.

“N-no, my Lady I am a squire to Lord Tyrion Lannister.”  He spoke softly and sweetly, but again, nervously.

“Huh, not a Ser then.” You furrowed your brows, examining the boy in front of you. Unsure if you could trust him or not. 

He shook his head, “And you’re (Y/N)... Daughter of Nedd Stark.” He was careful not to use the last name of Snow.

“I am.” You said strongly. 

“W-why are you not at the feast my lady?” 

“Lady Catelyn thought it might insult the royal family for me and my brother to be seated in their midst.” You explained 

“Why would she think that?” He asked genuinely, couldn’t understand you being hidden from anyone. 

“I am.. unsightly.” You tried to find the right word,

“I don’t think that is the word to describe you-” 

“A bastard… to put it simply.” You turned your mind back to the task at hand, unwilling to discuss the matter further. You looked up at the plums ripe on the tree behind you. “But nonetheless a bastard gets hungry just the same as anyone else.” You looked back at Podrick hoping he would get the hint. “Can't reach it though.” 

“Yes of course,” He said quickly as soon as he understood what it was you needed from him. 

You giggled to yourself as you watched him struggle to climb the tree. Just as he was about to pick the best one, his foot slipped and he fell out of the tree, with tons of plums following him. “Oof!” He grunted as he hit the ground and was covered in plums.

“Oh!” You shouted as you ran up to him. You couldn’t help but laugh as you kneeled beside him, “I am sorry, I do not mean to laugh!” You covered your mouth trying to conceal your amusement, 

He looked up at you with stars in his eyes, that could have been the fall but he was sure that you looked like you were made by the Gods themselves. “That’s alright,” He said softly with a dimwitted smile on his face. 

You kissed his cheek as a token of your appreciation, when you did he thought he might die. “I thank you.” You said as you grabbed a plum from his lap, making him blush, 

“Of-Of course my Lady,” He stammered,

You bit into the juicy plum, “I’m no Lady.” You stood and walked away. 

However, that wouldn’t be the last time the two of you crossed paths. 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

When Jon left for the nights watch and was to leave for Kings Landing with your sisters, Lady Catelyn made it clear she wanted you gone. So you went with your sisters, however in KingsLanding you worked as a handmaiden. 

But this did just give Podrick more of an opportunity to fawn over you. 

When given the chance, the two of you enjoyed each other's company. 

On one occasion you and Podrick got drunk off of his Lord Tyrion’s wine when you were alone. You threw cherries across a room while Podrick attempted to catch them in his mouth. 

Tyrion walked in when he heard the commotion and drunk laughter from the hallway. He could see the love in the drunk Podricks eyes clear as day. 

He felt slightly responsible for Podrick and offered him a gift of experience. He took Podrick to a pleasure house where he said  “If you’re going to take that bastard girl's maidenhead, you might as well know how to do it well.” 

“We are only friends, my Lord.” He stammered nervously,

“Unlikely it will stay that way.” He said as he left him alone with the three women.

That wouldn’t happen in Kings Landing however. After the execution of your father you traveled North to your Brother Jon.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

Years later however, after a long and hard battle, figuratively and literally, you were an adored and respected figure in the North. So much so that you were named Queen. 

When you caught word that Podrick was on the grounds of Winterfell you felt an unexplainable urge to meet with him again. 

You saw him sparring with a man on the training grounds. You watched as this once frail and inexperienced boy fought with honor and precision. It made you feel a tightening in your stomach. You felt yourself losing your trail of thought as you watched him, until he noticed you.

“(Y/N)” He said with wide eyes, and then bam! His sparring opponent knocked him down while he was off guard, “Oof!” He tapped out, “Enough for today.” He hopped off the ground and ran over towards you, smiling, 

You smiled back, “You look different. Well, but different.” 

“You look the same.” He said catching his breath

You narrowed your eyes slightly as you smirked, “I’ll take that as a compliment,” He nodded, “It is.” His smile was almost contagious. 

“Who taught you?” You asked, trying to distract from the compliment. “Brienne of Tarth, I’ve come into her service after Lord Tyrion.”

“An improvement.” You nodded, “You fight well.” 

He bowed his head slightly “Thank you, your Grace.” 

“No need for such formality.” You waved your hand in dismissal, 

“Your Grace-” Someone of little interest to you at that moment spoke. Rushing you off to your regal duties. 

You couldn’t say your goodbyes before being rushed off. Just like last time. 

The rest of the day you spent thinking of him. Of how different things were now, how different you and he were, how much a man he’d grown into. 

It was only until that night when you had the opportunity to speak to him once more.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ 

As Tyrion, Jaime, and Brienne finished a drinking game, Tormund came in an attempt to court Brienne but of course was unsuccessful. As he faced the rest of the table in a defeated sorrowful look, Podrick smiled at him. 

As the Giant man left the table, Podrick looked back and noticed you. Once he saw you, his smile grew into a bigger and genuine one. 

“Walk with me?” You asked and he of course nodded. Leaving the table in haste, making Tyrion smirk.

The two of you walked around the grounds, that now with everyone in the tavern was empty.

As you walked around, he noticed the very same plum tree that he fell from all those years ago. The tree hadn’t bloomed yet but, he thought back on that memory so often he couldn’t have been mistaken. 

“Last time we were here you were here because you weren’t allowed in the dining hall. Now you own it.” He smiled at you, proud of your accomplishments. 

“And you were in the dirt covered in-” You said teasingly with a mischievous smile.

“Plums.” He said matter of factly

“You remember?” You asked genuinely surprised.

“Of course I do, I remember how you laughed at me.” He said teasingly as he chuckled.

“I apologized!” You giggled, 

“It’s alright, I liked hearing you laugh. And seeing you smile.” He smiled at you in a way that caused a heat to spread throughout your whole body.

“You’ve grown.” You couldn’t believe how much more bold and confident he had become.

“You’ve grown as well.” 

“People tend to do that.” You teased, 

“That’s true, and yet after all that time I couldn’t ever get you out of my head.” He thought about his journey and how often he missed you, “On our journey we always heard murmuring about you. The things you were doing. The wars you and your brother won. The triumphs and lows of it all.” He looked down trying to contain himself, “I thought of you often.”  

You felt a heat rush over your cheeks, “You were always a considerate friend.” You rationalized,  and paused for a moment before you looked over at him, “I thought of you often…” you smiled “As well.” 

“May I ask you something, and truly I don’t mean to offend-”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well this sounds interesting, go on.” You said smiling, 

“What of any… suitors?” He asked awkwardly,

You huffed a laugh and then shook your head, “No.” You looked over at Podrick who was already looking at you with a dumbfounded look, “What?” You giggled. “I apologize, I just find it hard to believe that.” 

“Well I’d not lie.” You smirked, 

“No, of course not. It’s just that you are…” He looked at you, “Mesmerizing.” He studied you for a moment, and then felt content to do what he had been meaning to do for so long, “You’ve always been mesmerizing.” He took your hand,

“What?” Your eyes narrowed as he kneeled in front of you.

“Ever since I saw you, I’ve never been able to release myself from this feeling. The way your hair shines, the way your eyes glow.” He looked up at you, at how beautiful you looked under that plum tree, in the moonlight. “Ever since you kissed me, even though it was just-” He reminisced on the memory for a moment, “A peck on the cheek,” He shook his head, “I couldn’t feel satisfaction from anything else. And what's worse is that- I don’t want to, I don’t want to feel satisfaction from anything but the satisfaction you bring to me. And ever since I have been back here the feeling is so much worse.” His grip on your hand tightened as he searched your eyes for a hint of your own emotions.

You shook your head, “I’m sorry.” You said, not sorry for not feeling the same but for not understanding your own emotions.

“I-” He looked down, confident he was defeated, “Forgive me.” 

“No,” You shook your head again, “Forgive me.” You held his face in your hands,

“For what?” He asked, his brows furrowed in confusion, and concern that he’d just ruined whatever relationship you two had had for good. 

“For ignoring my own feelings for you.” You held his face closer to your own, “I’ve been doing it for so long…” Your eyes were filled with a pining that you didn’t know you had, “Far too long” He leaned in even further, your eyes drooping slowly but not losing contact with him. Your noses brushing against one another. Your lips finally meet softly, hardly even touching. his hand came to cup your jaw as yours carcassed the back of his head. As you closed your eyes your lips parted slightly allowing him to kiss you deeper. 

nothing had ever felt so right. You knew then that you were born for him and he was born for you. 

♥️

he gripped your waist, pressing you closer to his own body. He walked you back into the tree so he could lean into you even more. 

“Gods” You whimpered into his lips, “You’ve gotten strong-“ your hands gripped at the muscles of his arms over his chainmail. 

“Is this alright,” He asked to which you nodded and continued to kiss his lips. 

The kiss somewhat restrained at first was now unhinged and desperate. His tongue met yours and you did not fight it, no you welcomed it. 

His hand traveled down your jaw to your breast, gripping at it through your bodice with hunger. He groaned into your mouth but soon enough he couldn’t restrain himself and his mouth traveled from your lips to your neck, to your breasts. They’d been a weakness of his for too long. “Gods” He groaned

“Tell me to stop and I will,“ His hand traveled up your inner thigh. His fingers, now rougher than they were before, stopped just before they reached your silk small clothes. His eyes looked into yours waiting for your que.

You looked at him, you ran your hand through his hair once more. His eyes met yours, desperate and hungry, no starving. You nodded at him, which made him smile and breathe a sigh of relief as his face returned to your breasts and his fingers began to run up and down the sensitive slit of your clothed cunt.

“Mmphm,” You moaned into his ear as his lips traveled over your cleavage.

His middle finger pressed against your hot damp entrance while his thumb moved in circles around your sensitive clit. 

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you whimpered from the pleasure. A pleasure so new. You’d used your own fingers or relieved yourself on a pillow before but this was different, a different game entirely.  

You felt him grinding his arousal on your thigh as he moved your small clothes away, pushing one finger inside of you, slowly. “Ah!” You jolted towards him, grabbing ahold of his back pressing him closer to you. 

He inserted another finger, pressing them deeper and deeper until they met your maiden head. His eyes found yours, and once again you nodded. 

He kissed you deeply as he sunk his fingers into you. You gripped onto his hair and moaned out. As you moaned he bit your bottom lip. You held onto him tighter as the pain flashed across your body but was replaced by pleasure. “Are you alright?” you nodded, unable to find the words when he was pumping him fingers in and out you, “You did so well,” His eyes filled with love and adornment for you. But soon his lips returned to your neck and your breasts.

“Podrick,” You said breathlessly, “Pod?” You had to pull his face away from your breasts, though his lips wants to immediately latch onto yours, “I can’t,” You whined, 

He pulled his fingers out of you and your hand away immediately, 

“Not here,” You shook your head still trying to catch your breath, 

“You’re the Queen, you can do what you please.” He said, half serious, wanting to rid you of your skirts and prove his love and himself there and now. 

You giggled holding his face as he restrained himself for kissing you, “I want you to bed me in my chambers. Not here.” 

“As you wish it, my Queen.” He smiled at you, and kissed you once more before rushing you off to your chambers.

[nilsavatar]

DAY 23 - BITING

Parings: Neteyam x Fem!human

Genre/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI +18, no use of Y/N, SMUT, violence (Neteyam almost killed Spider’s sister), biting (tasting of blood, marking, possessing behavior), P in V, manhangling, oral (f receiving), fingering, praising, cursing, pet names (muntxa-muntxate, yawne, mate, yawntu, yawntutsyìp, baby, tawtute), feral Neteyam (he gets intoxicated by a plant), friends to lovers, edging, breeding kink ((as requested by the lovely @layla2-49 Hope you'll like it, darling), rough, overstimulation, fluff, ANGST. All characters are AGED-UP.

Summary: It is the panopyra flowering season, and Celeste is assigned to collect samples of the strange plant. On her way, she meets Neteyam who offers to accompany her albeit with some hesitation. Panopyra are known to create hallucinogenic effects on those who stand too close to them and to ignite the mating instinct. In the presence of a human, he can rest assured it will have no effect, right?

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If Spider could be summed up in a sentence, it would be said he was like a stray cat; always around. With his playful and at times intrusive manner, he'd adopted himself into the Omatikaya, winning over their hearts.

But Celeste?

As much as they were siblings — twins — the two were polar opposites in every way imaginable, like day and night. Spider was sunny, energetic, almost impossible to contain, and thrill-seeking. For him, being in contact with people was as vital as breathing. Celeste was a reserved and private person despite her curious nature. Interested in the village's happenings, but never overstepped her boundaries, only getting involved when required.

The sun and the moon.

When they were together, the guy's light was so blinding to eclipse her in his shadow. Perhaps that was the reason why today, on a rare occasion she went out alone into the forest to collect samples, Neteyam struggled to recognize her. His arrow's tip was well aimed at the back of her head, waiting for a misstep, a suspicious movement to justify piercing her skull. Maybe, if he hadn't been alone as well, if Lo'ak had been there with him as planned, he wouldn't have risked murdering the life of Spider's little sister. Unlike him, Lo’ak and Kiri were at home at the lab, in constant contact with the scientists and the girl. On the other hand, it wasn't easy for Neteyam to carve out time to unwind and have fun. Not when the weight of his clan's future leaned on his shoulders, and on his head hung the Damocles blade of the older brother. Presumably, the last he had really spent time with her were still children, before he began the grueling journey as the next olo'eyktan in line.

Let's thank the electronic whistle of the throat-comm she wore around her neck if he stopped his hand; on the other side, he recognized Norm's unmistakable calm timbre. “Be there soon. Just need to collect the last sample you asked for.” “Got it, but be safe. Stay close to the edge of the woods and don't turn off the tracker, OK? If you're lost or in danger, call Jake right away.” “I grew up in this forest. Chill out.” “You grew up right by this forest,” he corrected. Celeste rolled her eyes, both annoyed and unimpressed, tired of hearing the same recommendations over and over again. Yet, she avoided comment or complaint, aware it would only lengthen that torment. Just as she reassured the man and turned around, the words died in her throat, cut off by a high-pitched shriek that ripped through the air. “Cel! What's going on?!” Not over three feet away from her, a man, a young male Na'vi who must have been stalking her up to that moment, stood there, in all his glory, staring down at her. Indecipherable gaze and bow well in view. With slow, measured steps, he approached her, never breaking eye contact. Celeste was trembling more and more with every inch of distance the native consumed, her heart drumming frantically. It seemed about to explode in her chest. The blood resounded straight in her ears, deafening her; her saliva dried up, and a sudden chill took over her entire body. She was terrified, to say the least. Yet, in the lucidity of those brief seconds of horror, she noted one thing. A strand of beads woven into the young man's songocord. The same one the twins wore on their wrists. “N-neteyam?” At the uncertain sound of his name, in lips parted in an amused grimace. “You scared me half to death! Geez!” Better to avoid telling her he was about to kill her for real. “False alarm, Norm. It's just Neteyam.”

Just Neteyam. Although, in all likelihood, Celeste would have used the exact definition had any of his relatives stood before her, he didn't like the sound of it for one bit. He wasn't just Neteyam.

“Phew, you almost gave me a heart attack.” Yeah, tell me about it… “I feel way better now that you have someone with you. Hey, kid!” “Hi, Norm,” he pressed on the girl's communicator. Close, too close. The trail of his skin stunned her. Since when had Neteyam's smell become so... so good? Since when had he become like this? Tall, muscular, toned. His hair, much longer than she recalled, crossed far past the shoulder blades' line, grazing half his back. Where had that hint of round cheeks of yesteryear gone? His face was defined and masculine. Sharp cheekbones cut the contours of his visage down to his chin.

“The tawtsngal (panopyra - sky cup), then.” “No need to trouble yourself. I know the route. Besides—.” Celeste fell silent under his glare. Did she actually think he would leave her in the forest at the mercy of predators? He was already alarmed none of the AVTR Program was with her. “It's flower season,” he said like there was a darker meaning. “We're gathering some stem samples just for that, to examine the bioluminescent receptors. To figure out how their glow interacts with the environment. Fauna seems to get a little lovey-dovey around those things,” she giggled.

And not just them, he would've liked to retort, reluctant to get close to the plant at specifically that time of year.

“That's why I gotta come with you, no question asked. Panopyra blooming coincides with some species mating season. Animals go crazy and get extra aggressive around the plants. It's like they get in a trance. What was your plan if you came across an animal in heat? This could be lethal even for us Na'vi.” Now that he'd thrown that frightening possibility in her face, she felt foolish for not having thought of it sooner. She could be so naive, even though she knew the dangers that lurked in every limb of the lush greenery. All deadly to a tiny alien being like her. “Stay close to me,” he said in a peremptory tone as he cleared a passage through the dense network of shrubs. A sort of command that irritated her beyond belief. However, what bothered her even more was realizing she wasn't irritated at all. The unfamiliar note that tainted his voice, making it scratchy and an octave deeper, went straight to her abdomen; where she felt slight persistent flutters tickling her belly. Like many butterflies flapping their wings in a swirl. Another characteristic to add to the list of missed things during the years away, holed up within the human outpost's aseptic walls. When the boyish huskiness had yielded to the incumbent adult tonality. A full-bodied texture, soft and even a little dark, resonated in his throat in an enveloping musicality like a warm blanket. Yet one that knew how to mess with her head. She felt the pressing need to explain herself, to take the scientists' side. For yes, as much as the lab concentrated a handful of the brightest minds on Earth, in some regards, their genius made them fearfully ingenuous; they got an almost childlike confidence. As if the research spirit, to always go one step further than the acknowledged, silenced the inclination of self-preservation. Blind and unable to conceive of the existence of danger. Wasn't that also part of their charm, though? People who still looked at the world with the wonder of their inner child.

Celeste supposed she looked just like that in Neteyam's eyes: a baby.

“It was me who pushed for it.” “This is an avatar job,” he stoned sternly, “And why were you alone to begin with? How come you didn't ask one of us to come with you? Someone to keep you safe.” He gritted his teeth, “Ha! You're even fucking unarmed.” She had never seen him so heated, which made her hesitant to respond. “Hm... these plants are close to the lab, so I thought—.” “You thought? Going into the forest unescorted and defenseless. You call it thinking?” His look was fierce, burning, and untamable, it pinned her to her spot. “No, you haven't put any thought into it. The lab is located in the farthest corner of the clan's territory, right on the border with neighboring clans. Imagine if you stumbled upon a total stranger in my place. You're lucky I didn't hurt you, Celeste!” Anguished filled his voice.

She was lucky he didn't kill her.

Where was all that anger coming from? He hadn't felt this way when he'd crossed her shortly before, regardless of the way. Something had clicked the instant she'd told him he didn't need to go with her. That sentence did hit a nerve. Was she really so unwise as to ignore what lay behind tall trees and in thick bushes? Even Spider, despite being all too prone to let Lo'ak influence get the better of him, dared not challenge the forest. Or maybe it was a consequence of that unfounded sense of rejection that had made his heart sink? She didn't want him there.

Well, why should she? They barely knew each other by now. And for that, Neteyam would always blame himself; he had left her to her own devices. Though aware of her reluctant nature, and her need for constant prodding, he'd stopped trying to bring her out of her shell at some point. I'll see her tomorrow. We can watch a movie if she's not up for coming to the village.Tomorrow I'll take her to the clearing. Nah, we're skipping that, going to the waterfall. Yeah, I'm sure she gonna love it.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. A tomorrow that never happened.

Time had passed anyway, and now he stood before a young woman with whom he had no common ground, nothing to hold to apart from the fond memory of a feeling that once bound them together. With whom his initial reaction was to scold her, his own detested paternalistic attitude surfacing. The forever babysitter.

Great job, Neteyam, really. Congrats, he gave himself a sarcastic tongue-lashing.

“I felt like going out.” The whisper possessed the disarming impact of a shout, hinting at an unspoken longing between the words. “Sorry,” he said, halting his steps, “I shouldn't have.” Against all logic, she mustered a smile for him, but it appeared more strained and pained than heartfelt. “Thanks.” Neteyam cast a quizzical look her way, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. His mistreatment still stung, like a slap across the face. Why thanking him? “For caring about me.”

Although locals considered the panopyra to be at the extreme of a plant, it actually didn't approach any taxonomic concept of the same. Somewhere in between plants, animals, and fungi. Because of its sensory tissues and saprophytic lifestyle, scientists classified this species as a zoopantae. Its shape resembled a jellyfish and represented an evolutionary lineage close to a primitive form of nervous system. As an epiphyte, it grew attached to the branches of trees via tentacle-like outgrowths, with which it formed a symbiotic strategy. A curious feature was it grew upside down, transforming its body into a sort of cup, from which natives collected dew and mist to make a nutritious, nourishing drink, and the motive of its Na'vi name. But that wasn't its only use; the vine-like stems were strong and flexible, perfect for making nets, traps, and woven objects of any kind. Furthermore, the phosphorescent tips lured in unsuspecting prey with their faint electrical signals, yet they appeared to serve a purpose beyond that. The latter caught the attention of the research team. The sensory cells seemed to have an aphrodisiac effect during flowering when the spores fluttered in the air. Young Na'vi frequently wore them while searching for a mate.

Did that truly reflect the reality, though? Did panopyra alter hormones so strongly that it led to a state of mental instability? Or was it pure chance that animals displayed exceptionally unusual behaviour in the presence of the plant while facing heat? The plan was to gather samples, find the source of the bioluminescence, synthesize it, and conduct field trials. Celeste never imagined that arriving at the site during the bloom height accompanied by a Na'vi man would cause her to go straight to the experiments. Nor did she herself word become the lab rat.

The zooplantae structure grew near Utraya Mokri (Tree of Voices); a sacred place to the Omatikaya, to which they weren't normally allowed access. A rule they had never dared to evade, even as children, and the girl was quite impressed with Neteyam's idea. Other colonies were nearby, she suggested, but the young man argued that their location ventured too far into the dense forest. Eclipse was upon them; the sunset's warm orange light colored everything the dying sun could reach. Night was looming - the time of day when predators were at their busiest. Neteyam would never purposely endanger her if he could avert it. He was a pragmatic man, of innate wisdom for his age, always opting for the most favorable outcomes scenario. He would worry later about the consequences of violating the purity of this place (assuming anyone found out). As if coming there at that particular time of the year wasn't equally reckless, if not more so. However, Celeste was human. Nothing should have taken place, right? Just indigenous species were subjected to the hypnotic effect of panopyra, so on her, it wouldn't have resulted in any behavioral changes. And without a potential mate, reflexively Neteyam could consider himself safe.

Right? To his misfortune, he would find out the hard way.

If only scientists had consulted the clan, they would have their answer by now, but he had learned from an early age that confirmation from them was not enough. Humans had to have proof, tangible and repeated demonstration of a phenomenon through the scientific method. Opinion formulated on empirical basis was not reliable; they had to thumb their noses at it. And the two of them were going to rub all their noses in it!

Neteyam watched her at arm’s length as she took notes in her haphazard handwriting alongside pen sketches. Attentive eyes never left her slender figure except to check their surroundings, ears flicking at every little rustle or distant call. When he looked back at her for the umpteenth time, Celeste was squatting in front of a budding panopyra whose stems she was prodding with her pen. Despite the new model mask, her senses were not sharpened enough to fully feel the fragrance the plant was releasing with every slightest touch. Her weak eyesight could not see how the spore dust clung to her, unlike him. And that detail would have been easy to ignore, except that it accentuated the delicious scent of her skin even more.

It was powdery, sensual, and velvety, with the central notes of peach combined with citrus, centifolia, and jasmine. But the enchantment occurred in the mysterious background of her perfume; where the spices, cinnamon, amber, and subtle hint of underbrush blended with her epidermis. She felt stuffy, but the trail of the lab that lingered on her was also part of what the woman was all about.

Just a little more. Celeste had almost finished jamming the tip of the last stem into the slide. Just a little more and they would be gone. He could start breathing again. Even a small distance weakened the intensity of the plant's influence. He could have held on, except…

“Shit!” moaned the girl in a ragged sigh as she shook her left hand. Neteyam’s already flaring senses snapped and without registering the movement, he was on her. Her hand, whose wrist he was clutching, a palm away from his face. He inhaled so eagerly, Neteyam, that for a moment she feared the skin would peel off her fingers, which were sprinkled with viscous nectar. His nostrils flared and his mouth twisted into an ecstatic smile from which his canines sprouted, longer and sharper than they had ever seemed.

She dared not breathe a word, Celeste, as the Na’vi tugged her wrist higher and his nose took up her arm to the crook of her neck, where his hot breath gave her goosebumps.

“T-teyam,” the tone was hesitant, but the nickname sounded like an invitation. His eyelids, which had remained closed up to that point, snapped shut, revealing two impossibly gigantic eyes. Na’vi eyes had always made some impression on her. So big and round. They reminded those of lemurs. But now, wide apart at their largest, a little protruding and out of proportion, with the pupil reduced to a dot and so yellow as to glow, they had something sinister. The twin orbs stared at her with the sly insistence of a tarsier; they seemed to peer into her soul, and Celeste was astonished to feel fascination rather than revulsion or fear.

Then, all of a sudden, the pupils widened until they covered the iris almost entirely, and there the chills preyed on her whole body, and her heart beat wildly fast. “Muntxa (mate),” was the only word that eluded his dry lips; the cavernous, grave voice rose from his throat in the beginning of a roar. Celeste squeaked as he towered over her under his weight, the turf making a soft bed. Neteyam’s hands ran all over her body as he searched for access to her clothing. His tail rolled possessively over one of her thighs. He rubbed his chin against her trapeze with the stubbornness of a cat marking its territory. And that was what he was doing. He was releasing his wake so that other males would stay away from her.

She was his.

Normally, a Na’vi male would have been satisfied with that, but not Neteyam. Not when rivals included humans as well. And especially not in a hallucinogenic state. He would leave nothing to chance; in fact, he bit her, slowly but sufficiently for his tongue to be stained with the taste of her blood, and sucked greedily where a female of his species would have a particular gland. An extra scruple to warn even those fools enough to dare to ignore tsaheylu. The moan of pain that rose from Celeste’s lips was like music to his ears. “My tawtute’s so delicate. My fragile little mate.”

He repeated that phrase again, and again, and again. The word muntxate became a litany that stunned her. She felt soft in his muscular arms; Neteyam could have picked her up with a spoon. She barely felt the tickle of the wafer-thin white strands that snaked under her clothes and ran up her body to the nape.

The roots of the Tree of Voices.

Suddenly, her mind became incredibly alert. She could feel... everything. The strength of the tree’s mighty roots anchoring themselves in the ground, the sap flowing through the leaves in the same rhythm as the blood in her veins. The deep connection bordering on the supernatural that she felt with the surrounding nature was indescribable. And, more surprisingly, she could breathe Pandora’s air without feeling asphyxiated by its toxic texture. Yet she didn’t feel complete. Something was still missing. Something that might have seemed infinitesimal in the immense network that connected all things together, but for the reality reduced to her person was much more. Imposing. That was everything.

Neteyam.

Celeste opened her eyes, and everything seemed to stop. No longer the rustle of leaves or the buzz of twilight animals. The forest, the sky, the distinction between day and night, light and dark. All vanished. Only Neteyam existed. The warmth of his body, the steadiness in his gaze, the gentleness of his voice that rang in her ears, although he had not uttered a word.

They stared at each other for a long time. She confused, he enraptured. A wide smile crossed his face from side to side, and his eye sockets shone as if he were about to cry as he caressed her cheek and kissed her with a newfound gentleness. She had never seen him smile like that, which made her heartbeat quicken more than the kiss itself. His kisses were caressing, engaging. They guided her as if they were dancing, as if they were trying to teach her the steps of a fast, but also languid and sentimental waltz. Celeste recognized Neteyam’s true soul there, despite his aggression.

Ma’yawne, she heard him say, though without speaking. How could she when their lips were still clinging to each other in a cuddle that was getting hotter and hotter? The rhythm with which they mingled pressed in unison with the speed of his thoughts, of his sensations pouring into her as if they were her own.

He slid more on top of her, pinning her to the ground with a voracious kiss as he trudged to remove her shoes. His fingers quarreled with the laces, then went up her calf, her knee, her pelvis, until there was nothing left to separate them. He inhaled her pleasant fragrance and immediately felt different, more vigorous. The innate and almost animalistic recognition that this was his female, the member of his own species to which he was predestined. But how was that possible?

Sucking the breath from her lungs, his wet kisses lingered on her lips, letting the desire to burrow into her skin and be taken creep ever stronger. They were bathed in a cloud of spores that blurred his vision, but he didn’t need his sight to know where Celeste’s warm irises were. He could feel them searching for him in the haze, wandering over his face and crossing to his own.

This makes no sense, she thought. You are Na’vi; he laid a hand on her chest, Your heart is Na’vi. Their mouths didn’t come off for a second. I shouldn’t be feeling all this. Feeling you.

One of his hands slipped until he found his braid and lifted it in front of her. Celeste followed it in length until her gaze landed where the tips of his hair revealed the nerves of his tswin. A myriad of emotions followed on her face.

Bewilderment. Surprise. Awareness. And finally… Embarrassment.

His kuru was connected to the tubular outgrowth, anchoring to her nape. The ultimate intimacy. Ripples of light spread around them, two atokirina dancing together in the air.

Nawna Sa’nok accepted you as her daughter. His eyes were luminous, honest, infinitely deep. I am with you now, Cel. We are mated for life.

He laid his head down, and her arms enfolded him. They started exploring each other with sparkling eyes. Neteyam went to his knees and stared at her with trembling anticipation. Celeste just nodded, looking at him with eyes full of meaning. Their mouths found themselves again, with even more passion, overwhelming frustration, almost fury. She clung to his forearms as if it were worth her life; she wouldn’t let him go. Arching her back, she clung to him as she stroked the stripes on his back and shoulders, then intertwined her fingers in his hair when Neteyam moved his lips to cover every inch of skin to her intimacy.

And so he tasted her. Sensual and tender, his thumbs caressing her asscheeks as he slowly slid his tongue into her womanhood to get a better taste. His tongue and the way it pressed against her walls made her push her head against the moss and let him explore her further. A small tingle in her lower abdomen told her how much she wanted him, how much she needed his touch, craved it.

“So soft,” Neteyam murmured against her skin, kissing and squeezing the fat of her thigh. She relished in the way his mouth sucked at her skin, leaving marks that would last for days.  He giggled and began to draw circles around her cunt, watching Celeste squirm beneath him. Her only thoughts were how desperately she wanted to ride his smug face. And his ability to know exactly what she was thinking was shaking. Tsaheylu, baby. He tilted his head to look at her flushed expression. Her breath caught as she expected him to fuck her with his tongue, already a whimpering mess, and he hadn’t even started yet. Ride my face. His demanding tone only added to her excitement and the speed of her heartbeat. Celeste moved back and forth on his tongue as he watched her with hooded eyes, moaning at her taste. She grabbed his hair with both hands and picked up the pace, disengaging herself and waiting for the rush to hit. The intense sensation in her stomach revealed its formidable power. “Oh fuck,” she whimpered, throwing her head back as she continued to pleasure herself on top of his big mouth. “T-teyam—. I’m about to cum!” An animalistic growl was all she got in return. His fingers plunged into her thighs, trying to steady himself as she lost her mind against him. “Oh-oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit. Cumming!” It drained her of all energy, leaving her limp in his arms. A whine of his name echoed through the air as he licked a long strip down her folds to her core, which, thanks to the bond, went straight to his cock. And so a surge of courage came over him as he inserted a digit into her sex, enjoying the little gasp she gave as he cupped it tightly in his hand. “Gonna let me breed your tight pussy, yawntu?” Another moan, this time coming from somewhere deep within. “Gonna carry my kids in that tiny belly of yours?” So that was the person he became in the darkness of his hut when he could be his true self with no filter. Her cheeks turned red. “T-that can’t happen, Tey. Different species can't get pregnant with each other.” “The Great Mother would make it possible. We’re meant to be.” He rubbed his still-clothed cock against her heat, massaging her clit. “Now, say it. Are you up for starting a family with me? Carry on my lineage? Say you want me to fill you up ’til your tummy swell with my heirs.”  “I-I…” “You? C’mon, open that pretty mouth of yours and tell me.” He didn’t stop to rub on her, he was driving her mad. “Y-yes! Gimme your cum, gimme your babies, gimme everything, Teyam!”  “At your command.” He tore off her thin clothes with one hand, shredding everything in one go, and threw her back onto the moss. Then he removed his tewng. His eyes never left her, growing darker by the second. The band of the hunting knife was plastered to his sculpted chest, so sturdy, drawn by hard work. Soon, every layer that separated them was gone.

For goodness’ sake, Celeste’s eyes seemed to fall out of their sockets. Neteyam was huge.

“It will never fit.” He let go of her legs to give her a hard, sloppy kiss, pulling her lower lip between his canines, a move that sent waves of glee throughout her whole body and the bond.  “Everything will be fine. Just trust me, yawntutsyìp.” He used his fingers to gently pull her lips apart, catching a glimpse of her wet cunt. Celeste shuddered at his touch as he moved his thumb over her swollen clit. She sighed his name as his leaky tip probed against her ring. He moved it along her swollen clit, still feeling her swollen folds throbbing from her orgasm. He pushed in with a hiss and her mouth fell wide open from the stretch, his cock ready to tear her apart. “Wiya (damn), so fuckin’ tight,” he threw his head back, grip tightening around the back of her knees as he worked his way into her. He smirked as he watched his length disappear inside her clenching walls, his hips beginning to move. “There you go, scarfing it down.” The human girl bit down on her lip when his tip pushed against her G-spot.

Celeste raised herself up just enough on her elbows to watch the point where their bodies connected, to see his gigantic dick disappear and reappear, disappear and reappear, wondering how his fragile little body could accommodate it so well, amazed at the bulge inside her belly. Her lips could be bleeding from how hard she bit them, her eyebrows knitted together. Desperate whimpers were the only sounds she could manage as his thrusts became so heavy she was sure she could feel him in her very core. His eyes were on fire, locked with hers. Enchanting. Rough hands went to the back of her neck, interlocking his fingers behind it, holding it in place as he rutted inside her. “We’re really meant to be. Shaped for each other so perfectly,” her folds squeezed him in after each sentence. He spoke with mirth; he was enjoying the way she was falling apart for him. 

She couldn’t tell what came over her, but when she reached to grab him by his shoulders and pull him with all her strength on top of her, she sank her nails as hard as she could into his cerulean flesh, and then bit. Hard. Neteyam wailed from the pain; her teeth sharper than he ever thought. But the pain, mixed with pleasure, sent him over the moon.  He switched positions in a flash; Celeste was now on top of him as he held her in place. “Do it again. Bite me.” He took her by the nape of her delicate head against the column of his neck, turning just enough to expose himself to her. “Bite me. Right here,” he pointed, where below was the mating gland. Neteyam encouraged her by driving his hips upwards into her core, making her cry out; he just hit the spot that could make the human girl lose it.

She applied pressure to his neck, feeling it pulsate under her lips, and he started moving again, rushing his cock inside. “Don’t be afraid. Bite me with all you got.” Chomping down on the flesh with all her might, Neteyam’s jaw ticked in response, and the coppery taste of blood wet her tongue. “Y-yeah, yawne. Mark me like you own me.” His voice strained, shaky even, overwhelmed by just how much pleasure it was giving them both, with Neteyam thrusting as rough as he could. “Ma’ lor muntxate (my beautiful mate).” She put her entire weight into the bite that was chomping his trapeze, her mind flying out of her head as she felt him reaching his peak. Too much. His cock was opening her too rapidly, and Celeste couldn’t even sit straight anymore. "T-tey, I can't hang on for much longer." Pushing her onto the moss, and sliding right back into her gummy walls, he pinned both her wrists over her head, slamming himself inside her so deeply, it felt like he wanted to rip her apart. “Just a little bit, ma’tawtute. Almost there. Hold out for me.” His thrusts sped up to the point her whole frame bounced on the solid ground, whining and closing her eyes shut, orgasm approaching with full force. “Yes, yawne, just like that. You’re so good to me. Taking all of me so well.” 

Those praises pushed her over the edge, and soon she realized she was screaming his name and squirting all around him, while he was still hammering his own into her cervix. His hips lost control as he painted her walls with his warm cum, bawling from the strength of his climax. He didn’t stop even when Celeste was sure he’d given her everything he had to give, filling her to the brim with his load and continuing to slowly rock his hips into her overstimulated cunt.

After a moment, he looked down, his expression turning sorrowful, realizing what the intoxication had caused him to do, now that its hallucinogenic effects were wearing off.  “Cel, are you okay?” A tired nod was all she managed, still so out of it to concentrate on anything else but the sensation of his cum dripping down her tights. “I’m so, so sorry. What I did—.” She shushed him by laying a finger on his lips. “That was amazing. You are amazing. Whatever triggered this, it allowed me to look inside your heart and there was no will to force me to do anything.”

It was so bizarre how the same person who had just minutes before fucked her into oblivion was now staring at her with the most intense, loving eyes, his topaz eyes tugging at her heartstrings. “Nga yawne lu oer (I love you).”  “Nga yawne lu oer nìteng (I love you too).” 

The happiness that simple words brought to him was impossible to contain, as Neteyam laid on his side to cradle her in his arms. He whispered words of adoration and gentle praise in her ear, and it was this that caused Celeste to drift off into a much-needed sleep.

A whole new life awaiting.

Special thanks to @pandoraslxna for the prompt!!

[@neteyamssyulang sorry I didn't you right away, I was so eager to post that I forgot😅]

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No time to die ch.1

Warnings: smoking, swearing, arranged marriage, alcohol consumption, weapons, blood, arguing, possible smut, fighting.(This includes all parts!!)

Summary: What will happen when two strangers with awful backstories are forced into an arranged marriage but one is seeking revenge.

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There I sat cross legged, on my father’s plush leather couch in his office. Cigarette in hand. His little ‘body guards’ standing by the door. “So why did you call me in here?” I asked, exhaling the smoke. “Would you put that stupid thing out, you know I don’t like it when you do that.” He sighed, motioning towards the cigarette. I rolled my eyes, putting it out in his ashtray. “You’re a bit hypocritical, I’m not a little girl any more.” I said, crossing my arms. “Anyways, I called you in here as we need to have a serious conversation.” He said, nodding at the men letting them leave. I never really cared about getting to know their names as it would be different men by next week. “Carry on.” I replied, completely uninterested. “Well you know how much danger you can be in once you turn twenty-one and I couldn’t let that happen, so the last time I was in a meeting I had a chat with a few people and sorted something out.” He explained, sipping on his whiskey. “I don’t get your point.” I snorted, raising my eyebrow slightly. “My point is, you’ll be getting married next week as we needed it to be as soon as possible,” He responded, smiling. “I’ve met him and you would both be a perfect match.” He added, re-filling his glass.

There was no way he was forcing me to get married to a man I’d never met in my life.

“Wait, that’s unfair. I’ve never even met him and we’re getting married in a week.” I explained, standing up to walk out. “Don’t be like that y/n, you know I’m only trying to protect you.” He remarked also arising from his seat. “If you really wanted to protect me you wouldn’t have done any of the things you’ve done and mom would still be here!” I shouted, opening his office door. As the door opened I saw my dad give the men a look and with that the two of them were gripping onto my wrists. “Get off of me.” I screamed, kicking my legs slightly. “I’m sorry sweetheart, everything I’ve ever done has been for you.” He sighed emphasising the ‘for you’. “You haven’t done shit for me, if I was ever in danger it would be because of you,” I disagreed, my face shining with disgust. “I. Fucking. Hate. You.” I spat, and with that I felt myself being dragged to my bedroom, the door being slammed shut behind me.

How could he do this to me, after everything he has put me through these past 13 years. I was forced to grow up, because of him. My mom died, because of him.

Flash back:

I was awoken to a loud crashing noise from downstairs, I slowly slid out of my bed, tiptoeing down the creaky steps. There my mother stood screaming in my father’s face. “I told you to not bring that shit in my house.” She shouted, pushing him back. “I never wanted to but I had to for yours and y/n safety!” He shouted back, looking behind him. I was just to far up the stairs to the point where I couldn’t see who he was looking at.

The next thing I knew, there my mom was, her limp body on the floor. Pools of blood surround her. “Mom!” I screamed, running down the stairs hugging her lifeless body. “Y/n?!” My dad gasped, pulling me away from her. “Daddy what did you do to mom?” I asked, my breathing patterns speeding up rapidly. “Nothing baby, don’t worry about it. Go back upstairs please, I’ll be up in a second.” He told me, ushering me up the stairs.

End of flash back:

That was the last I saw of my mom, he told me she went to live with my aunt and obviously with my youthful and young mind I wouldn’t have understood until recently.

I sighed, sliding down the side of my door. How could he do this especially behind my back, I was supposed to be ‘his little princess’ although I know for a fact I wasn’t, the only reason I’m still alive is because I’m ‘blood’.

Which was one of the biggest lies I’d ever heard. Blood only ever makes you related. Trust, love and loyalty makes you family.

— I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, not even leaving to eat. I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about yesterday and all the events that had occurred, but I just have to get through all this. I was brought out of thought by someone knocking on my door. “Y/n?” My dad called out through the door. “What do you want?” I asked, sitting up from where I laid. “You’ll be meeting some of the your fiancé’s family today.” He said softly, my eyes widened. “I don’t even know his name.” I shouted back, standing up and heading straight for my bedroom door. “You’ll soon find out, now get ready.” He told me, leaving me confused as he walked down the hallway back to his office.

I rushed over to my closet, picking out the most presentable but comfortable clothes I could, shoving them on.

I just had to get married and make my dad happy.

“You can do this.” I whispered to myself as I walked out of my room towards where my dad stood. He was on the phone, as per usual. “I’m ready, I’ll be downstairs.” I whispered in his ear, heading towards the stairs. He turned to look at me nodding as I walked downstairs. 

I was immediately greeted by one of my fathers ‘big bad bodyguards’, who was pointing towards the car. I slid into the backseat, patiently waiting for my dad to make his way to the car. After roughly 15 minutes he had finally got into the car. The car immediately started, as we made our way to the restaurant. “Put your foot on it Darren, we’re going to be late.” My dad told the man driving us, he almost immediately sped up swerving through traffic.

I stared out the window, looking at all the shops and buildings we passed. “Where are we actually going?” I asked, looking slightly at my dad. “Just a restaurant, we’re almost there anyways.” He replied, looking down at his phone. I rolled my eyes, his phone was practically glued to his hand you’d think he was a teenage girl by the way he doesn’t leave the house without it.

As we continued passing people, buildings and other cars, two people caught my eye. It was a man and a little girl. They were walking down the street eating ice cream, they both looked so happy.

Why couldn’t me and my dad have that bond together?

— We slowly approached a small restaurant, which was filled with people; mainly middle aged men and women. “Come on then we’re already late as it is.” My dad said, patting my shoulder as he got out of the car. I slid out the car door, walking next to him as we entered the restaurant. “Can I know his name now?” I asked, looking at my dad. “I guess so,” He sighed. “His name is Chris and I expect you to show him and his family the most utter respect, okay.” He smiled, as I nodded.

“Good afternoon, have you guys got a reservation?” The waiter asked, looking down at the paper placed in front of them. “Yes, yes we have. The last name should be sturniolo.” He replied, looking at his watch. “Great, everyone else is already here so follow me and I’ll grab you guys some more menus.” The waiter said, leading us over to the table.

As we made our way to the table I was greeted with, 5 people. 3 in which all looked very similar in age and looks. An older lady immediately stood up walking towards me. “You must be y/n, I’ve heard so much about you.” She said, kissing my cheeks. I smiled, as the others greeted me and my dad. One boy in particular kept his gaze on mine. “If you couldn’t tell we’re triplets,” One of the boys said. “I’m Nick.” He added, bumping the one who sat on his left’s shoulder. “Oh uh I’m Matt.” The other chimed in, smiling. “And that’s Chris, anyways feel free to sit down.” Nick said, pointing towards a chair. I sat on the chair, looking at my dad who was already deep into a conversation. “So why don’t you tell us more about yourself.” The lady said, sipping from her drink. I bit my cheek slightly, looking at Chris and back down. “Why don’t I start, I’m Nick, I’m 20, I’m a triplet obviously and I really enjoy photography!” He said, smiling at me. “Uh well, I’m y/n and I.” I started speaking, when my dad ;who was now staring holes into my face, caught my attention.

“Why don’t we talk about the wedding.” My dad said abruptly changing the subject as he turned to look at Chris. “Right yes the wedding, aren’t you excited!” Nick said, giddily. “She is indeed, we’ve been discussing it a lot recently.” My dad butted in before I could begin to speak. I sighed, looking down at the water in front of me. “Chris are you happy?” Matt asked, nudging his brother’s shoulder. “What- oh- uh yes I am and it’s been wonderful meeting my wife to be.” He said, fake smiling. I could tell by the rest of his body language that he wasn’t genuinely happy or interested in the current conversation. “Well i was hoping we could go shopping and look at dresses tomorrow, but only if you’d like to.” The lady asked, grinning at me. “I’m sure she’d love to. Wouldn’t you?” My dad replied, looking at me. I nodded my head. “Yes, of course I would.” Just then my dad’s phone started ringing, who looked down at who was calling. “I’m sorry this is important, I’ll be back in a second.” He said, walking outside of the restaurant. “So what kind of dresses do you plan on looking at,” Nick asked. “Oh before you say, we wouldn’t want to spoil anything for Chris you’ll just have to tell us tomorrow.” He added, smiling at Chris who’s attention was now on his phone.

I sat talking with them and eating the food we had ordered whilst I waited patiently for my dad to return from his ‘important call’. “y/n!” Someone beckoned out to me, I turned to look. It was my dad and he wasn’t happy. “We need to leave now, something happened it’s important.” He told me, as I shot up grabbing my stuff. “It was nice meeting you all, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said waving as I left the restaurant. “What was that about?” I asked, frowning at my dad. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. We just urgently need to get home,” He replied, getting back into the car as I also slid into the car. “Oh Nick asked me to give you his number by the way.” “Okay, I’ll message him now.” I replied, pulling out my phone.

Hi my dad said you wanted me to have your number

Yes I wanted to talk about what time your going wedding shopping tomorrow

I honestly don’t know but i’d love if you’d come with me

I was hoping you’d ask me that

I giggled earning a frown from my dad. “What are you giggling about?” He asked, looking at my phone. “I was just talking to Nick about tomorrow.” I replied, looking back down at my phone. “Oh right, well I’ll get Darren to drop and pick you up tomorrow.” He said, Darren nodding in response as he focused on driving us home.

— We finally made it home, my dad heading straight to his office whereas I headed straight to my room to message Nick.

Me and Nick ended up talking for hours on end about anything and everything. It was as if we’d known each other for years. The connection me and Nick already had was all my 8 year old self would have dreamed for after all I’d never had a best friend because my dad had insisted for me to get homeschooled meaning I never got the chance to meet people.

Maybe this whole ‘arranged marriage’ wasn’t going to be so bad after all. I just had to get to know Chris and Matt more.

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A/N: how we feeling about this so far, took me forever to write even though it’s short but this is just the start!!

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[brightstar2000]

What are your favourite TSAMS fanfictions to read?

There are multiple i do like to read, but some of them are honestly rare to come across. I like to read different takes on Eclipse redemptions and some ship ones with Eclipse/Sun or fics that just have them as tolerant of eachother or friends, but the issue i have is it's rare to find ship ones without smut somewhere in it. Won't go into detail but i have ptsd from a long time of sexual abuse. That's why i avoid the ones with smut because i'm worried about it possibly triggering something and it makes me uncomfortable in general. But it also upsets me because my options are very limited. (Won't tell writers what they can or can't write though. It's their stories, not mine)

I also like a good bit of the family oriented ones. Some of the ones i like to read are "Lightning Scars" by Morriganfey, and i also like the Karma's Bitter series by SinisterShepherd. Other fics i like include TheDemonSurfer's fics, especially the ones they have with Eclipse and Sun. I also like the series of tiny Eclipse and Sun by Bloo (22FluffyTheSpider123 on Ao3)

Some other ones that interested me that were not typically what I would have looked into were The Obiedience Protocol by CosmicKinglet (VioletVince on Ao3), and The Monster I've Become by TheAlphaVoid, but i enjoyed these. (be careful with TOP cuz it has hypnosis in it and i did have to stop reading a few times during hypnosis scenes to not fall into a trance myself. Yes, it works, so be careful with that one at those parts.)

There are several others as well that I like, but i won't name off all of them. These are some good reads if you want to find them in my opinion.

[ugh-yoongi]

fall apart & redefine | knj

(or, things are hard. namjoon falls back into old habits.)

→ pairing: idol!namjoon x f. reader → genre: porn with plot | angst, smut, canon compliant → rating: explicit. minors dni. → warnings: vague prior relationship, emotional hurt/comfort, namjoon is really going through it (a lot of talk about mental health, unhealthy coping mechanisms, identity crises), basically namjoon’s 220721 live happens and he booty calls his ex, when you try your best but you don’t succeed aka when you’re selfish and a lil toxic and trying to be better but aren’t sure how, this is basically a three-thousand word blowjob, so smut warnings: oral (m. receiving), some hand action, one very brief instance of dom!joon. this is basically my yoongi fic in a different outfit. → wordcount: 3.5k → listen to: 5 seconds of summer - take my hand • troye sivan - angel baby • duncan laurence - arcade • bloo - i’m the one • stray kids - red lights • keshi - xoxosos • blanks - lost in the moment → a/n: started this forever ago (literally right after the aforementioned live, so we are not gonna talk about how long it took me to write 3k words) and needed to get out of my slump so i’ve finally finished it. thank you to jess & bee for all of their help, always. thank you to namjoon for posting sadboi shit on his ig stories.

Namjoon shouldn’t have called you.

Because it’d gone like—

(“You know I can’t fix you,” you say, voice so soft. Almost hesitant, like Namjoon will hear your uncertainty and spiral further, start running. Familiar, he thinks. He’s done that before. “Can’t fix this.”

Still, he sighs. Says, “I know, I just…” and somehow it’s enough.

“Okay,” you reply, and it sounds more like you’re trying to convince yourself rather than placate him. Sounds like a question. “Okay, I just want to make sure we’re both on the same page here.”

Namjoon stares at his bedroom ceiling and wonders what page he’s on. Doesn’t feel like he’s even in the book, to be honest. He’s untethered, drifting faster than he can ask for help, faster than he can reach out and grab onto an anchor, and when he’s like this he reverts to old habits. Just does what’s familiar, what feels good, and he knows it’s not fair, knows he always asks too much of you, but everything’s fucked. Everything is just really fucked and he doesn’t know who he is let alone what page he’s on.

“We are,” he lies. You aren’t, but the pain from that mismatch will hurt less than whatever’s going in his head. At least he has the self-awareness to know that much.

You’re quiet on your end of the phone. You’ve always had a penchant for calling out Namjoon’s bullshit: this is just more of it, wrapped up in the illusion of complexity. But the silence stretches on. Namjoon shouldn’t have called you, but old habits die hard or whatever. Every bad day before this had ended with you in his bed, so he’s not all that inclined to change it. Doesn’t really want anyone else there—not just because it’s too much fucking work, but they wouldn’t be you. Wouldn’t know him like you do.

Wouldn’t have that history.

“Is your door code still the same?”

It is.)

—and now he’s here.

Staring up at that ceiling again. Head a fucking mess, so much bearing down on him. This was supposed to be the easy part. Imagine his shock when it wasn’t. When, each day, it’s all he can do to get out of bed. Check his phone. Drag his ass into the shower. Stay awake. This was supposed to be the easy part, so why does he feel worse than ever?

“You’re not eating well,” you say, fingertips brushing over the valleys between his ribs.

Namjoon swallows. Tries to think up an excuse, but there’s no point, is there. He’s laid nearly bare beneath you and there’s nowhere to run. “No,” he admits. “Lost some weight.” His Adam’s apple bobs uncomfortably in his throat, exists alongside the lump that seems to have made itself a home there.

You just hum. It vibrates against his skin, raises goosebumps as he shivers involuntarily. “Still gorgeous,” you say, lips forming the words against his stomach. “Still so beautiful, Namjoon.”

It’s too much. He’d wanted this, sought it out, but it’s still too much. “Please,” he whispers, words waterlogged, and he’s going to cry, he is, but he knew that. He knew he’d be in this bed, powerless and overwhelmed. “Please don’t.”

You hum again. Dare a quick look up at him from between his legs. “Don’t tell you how beautiful you are?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Why not?” The pads of your fingers dig into the dimples at his hips. Dip beneath the waistband of his briefs, stretched thin around his thighs, tug downward. They’re stretched too thin. “You want me to lie to you?”

Does he? His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Sometimes.” He’s fully bare now, might as well play the part, tell the truth.

“What do you want me to lie about?”

All Namjoon can hear is the blood rushing in his ears. The sound of you kissing down his body, hip to thigh to calf, until you reach his ankle and run your thumb lightly over the ink there. Reverent, almost like you can’t believe it. Sometimes he can’t, either. Never thought he was built for that kind of permanence. Never thought he’d have anything that’d warrant a permanent reminder. “Want,” he begins, but his throat is so hoarse. “Want to hear you li-lie about all the things that used to be true.”

That catches your attention. Your gaze is sharp when it focuses on him, the nail of your thumb bordering on painful as it digs into the thin skin of his ankle joint. “And what would I have to lie about, Namjoon?” A crescent moon left behind.

A different kind of tattoo.

So much, he thinks. Whatever the two of you used to be isn’t what you are now, and so often he finds himself caught in all those things you used to say. All the words you used to use to tell him you loved him, and all the words he used to tell you that you shouldn’t. “That you—” he starts to say, but it’s choked off when you take his cock in your hand, the slick slide stealing away his focus. You’ve given him so little and he’s already teetering on the edge. Can feel the streaks of tears on his cheeks. All it does is make him feel worse. He’d asked for this and can’t even keep it together. Can’t even make it worthwhile for you—

“That I what?” He can’t answer you. The words are there, biting at the back of his teeth, and he can’t say them. Can’t say, I want to hear you lie and say you love me. Can’t say, I want it to not be a lie, but I’ve already stolen enough from you. “Namjoon.” Can’t say, I don’t deserve to hear my name sound so delicate in your mouth.

But you know. You always fucking know, and it drives him crazy, how gentle you are with him when he was so reckless with you; how you don’t hate him the way you should. So you just sigh, thumb the slit of his cock just to hear him whine, and say, “You want to hear me say I love you?” He shudders, tries to collapse in on himself. Finds it impossible to focus on both the way you’re touching him and the things you’re saying. Has to be one or the other. Nearly misses it when you just tsk, say, “I wouldn’t have to lie about that.”

A lie, just like he’d asked. That’s all it is, because he’s not brave enough to let himself hope. Hope is dangerous. Hope is how the two of you wound up here, with you between his legs, mouthing at his cock, and him in tears as he reaches another new low.

Namjoon shouldn’t have called you.

Your cheeks hollow around him and the pressure is delicious, on the verge of too much, and there’s the most obscene noise when you pull off of him. Then your hand’s back, stroking leisurely, like you have all the time in the world. “Why am I here?” you ask. Tone so soft. He doesn’t deserve it.

“I don’t know.”

You twist your wrist. “Don’t lie to me. We’re past that.”

He squeezes his eyes closed. Heat furls in his belly, threatens to spread all over, engulf him. Not yet, he thinks. “Habit,” he admits. Hates the way the truth sounds in his mouth, but it’s as honest as he’s willing to be. “You—you know. You know me. How I get.”

“Mm. Know you get stuck in that head of yours.” Namjoon nods, feels his hips leave the bed as you take him back in your mouth.

“Bad this time,” he says. “Can’t se-seem—fuck, baby—can’t seem to get out.”

You moan around him in response. I know, it says. A tap on his thigh, wordless instruction to keep going, keep talking. How many times have the two of you done this? How many times has he come in your mouth as he talks through some crisis, only for you to drag him back down to earth? Yeah, that’s habit, all right. “Everything is so hard,” he breathes. “Everything feels so impossible.”

He tangles his hands in your hair. Needs something to keep him grounded. Needs to touch you just to remember you’re real. “It’s su-supposed to be easy right now. Hiatus.” He snorts, derisive. He’s never had the luxury. “I’m almost 30 and I have no”—he moans loud, unabashed, when he hits the back of your throat—”no fuckin’ idea who I am. How am I supposed to start figuring that out now? I’m so far behind.”

“Are you?” you ask, alternating between long, languid licks at every spot he’s most sensitive and quick sucks at the head of his cock. “You’ve been secondary in your own life for twelve years, Joon. That’s not your fault. Why do you think you need to have it all figured out right now?”

Because not knowing has already cost me so much, he thinks. Can’t bring himself to say that, either, so he just… whimpers. Doesn’t trust a fucking word that might come out of his mouth if he opens it. Grabs onto your hair tighter and tries to guide his cock back into your mouth, but you slap his hand away. “Practice,” you say, finality in your tone.

Namjoon is sweat-slick, chest heaving. Right on the brink of an orgasm that’d have his toes curling, and you’ve just… stopped. He’s not going to whine. Not after he’s spent so long crying already, but he wants to. Instead, his brows pinch, hands tremble a little at how hard it is to reorient himself. “What?”

“Practice,” you repeat.

He wants to rip his hair out. “What the fuck d’you mean? How?”

“Start being honest.”

You might as well have shot him. “I—” I am, he nearly says. Sometimes he lies, like so many times tonight, but sometimes he’s too honest. Can’t stop himself from prying open his ribcage and inviting everyone to come take a look. Yoongi always tells him it’s just in his nature: as an artist, as someone always in pursuit of meaning, as someone who’s desperate to understand as much as he’s desperate to be understood.

Namjoon shouldn’t have called you tonight.

He should’ve called you before he went live and talked a bunch of shit.

That kind of honesty isn’t what you want. You already know he isn’t eating. You already know everything feels insurmountable to him right now. You already know he’s fucking miserable, because Namjoon has always been good at hiding when he has to, but never from you. In front of you, he’s always stripped bare. Always ten steps behind and needy, never on equal ground.

And he wants to do what you’re asking of him. He wants to be good for you, but the kind of honesty you want isn’t the kind on offer. “I can’t,” he says simply.

You click your tongue again, refusing to put it to better use. Namjoon doesn’t deserve it, anyway. Can’t even be honest. “Of course you can,” you answer. “How will you ever figure out who you are if you can’t even figure out how to tell the truth?”

It strikes exactly where it’s meant to. All those fucking songs Namjoon’s written about this: about personas and masks and being someone else, and you’ve just gone and stripped them all away. Took all those fanciful, bullshit words he’s written and set them on fire, dared him to exist as a person without them. Authentic. Namjoon’s not even sure he knows what that fucking word means, so he’s just a hypocrite on top of everything else he is.

“S’different,” he argues, and this time it’s you that snorts.

“We both know that isn’t true.”

His skin is scorching hot when he dabs at the sweat on his temples with the back of his hand. “What do you want me to say, then? You already have some fucking script thought up in your head?”

You roll your lips to keep from laughing. Namjoon has this nasty streak in him, sometimes. Loses his patience and lashes out when he feels like he can’t keep up, like everyone’s long since moved on and he’s only just gotten the joke. So used to being the smartest person in the room.

“That wasn’t very nice,” you say. Bite at the juncture of his hip, at the pad of fat there, and Namjoon can feel himself sinking again. Remembers how it feels to just let go, to exist outside of his body just for a little bit. “Apologize.” Remembers how it feels to relinquish control.

He whimpers when your teeth sink in again. A flashbang of pain to distract him from the storm inside his head. “S-sorry, baby, I’m sorry.”

Then you’re laving over all those bites, easing the sting. “It’s okay. You’re okay, Joon.”

“Didn’t mean it,” he continues, mumbling reassurances you don’t need. “Just—I just…”

When he dares to look down at you, you’re already staring back, head cocked. A question. What do you need? A prompt. Tell me how to help you. “Need your mouth,” he near-whines. “Please.” Your movements are hesitant, fragmented, and Namjoon fists the sheets to stay calm. Doesn’t know what to do with this headspace, that low-frequency thrum beneath his skin.

Still, you don’t give in. Stop moving altogether, and Namjoon whimpers. Feels the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes, thinks about begging—knows you’d give in, you always do, always so good to him—but can’t force the words out. “I think,” you begin, filling in the gaps of his silence, nails dragging lazily across the insides of his thighs, “that we both have something the other wants.”

Namjoon’s breath hitches.

“You want me to get you off, and I want you to be honest.” You stick out your tongue and Namjoon stares, helpless, at the spit pooling on your tongue. Watches as it drips from your mouth down the length of his cock. As his vision goes a little blurry, he thinks he’d agree to anything.

So he just says, “Okay,” and keens high in his throat when you finally, finally follow the line of spit with your tongue. You work him over once, twice, and then your soft hands replace your hot mouth and Namjoon’s shuddering.

“Tell me something true,” you say, voice wrecked and hoarse. Namjoon did that. Fuck, Namjoon did that to you.

There’s very little keeping him from coming except knowing that he shouldn’t. He feels delirious. Reasons that all the sounds he’s making can’t possibly be coming from him, but they are, and he manages to shut up long enough to give you what you want. Says, “I still—still love you,” he grits out. Hands abandon the sheets, an arm thrown across his face because he can’t bear to look at you.

Doesn’t want to know your reaction.

But the stream of consciousness is nice—the mindlessness, the freedom, the thought of maybe ruining something permanently. Because he needs to let you go. Can’t let whatever the two of you have keep existing in this limbo, this liminal space. How ironic that Namjoon can give you everything except the only thing you want.

“I still love you,” he repeats, hips thrusting in search of friction, “and I’d still make all the same choices.”

You still. Namjoon isn’t sure if the gasp—so soft, blink and you’ll miss it—comes from him or you. Not that it matters. You’ve gone still and Namjoon finally just fucking said it and what else is left. What else can the two of you desperately cling to, now that you know Namjoon would do it all over again? Make the same choices every time? Watch the tears form and cling to your lashes as he clears his throat and breaks your heart, lets you go?

He’d do it again and again. Break your heart, give you some space, call you up with some sob story. Meet you in his bed. Kiss your forehead at the door but never ask you to stay.

His hand finds the back of your neck. Tangles in the hair there—gentle at first before it turns demanding. You tell yourself it doesn’t mean anything that Namjoon knows you this well: knows when to take and when to push. Knows the thrill you get when he’s beneath you, needy and desperate, but also knows what it does when he plants his feet and takes what he wants.

You’re just along for the ride. Maybe that’s always been the case.

“Your mouth, baby,” he says, gripping his cock with his free hand to guide it to your lips, still spit-slick and ready. He groans, fucks your mouth in shallow thrusts, just enough friction to keep him teetering on the edge but not enough to spill over. Liminal space. “Sometimes it scares the shit out of me, you know. That I’m capable of hurting someone this much and can be this selfish.” A deeper thrust that has his cock twitching against your tongue.

“I love you and it’s still not enough.” There’s the anger. Namjoon feels so many things lately, but anger is always easy. Familiar, like a pain that still lingers long after he thought he’d gotten rid of it. “I think I used to be a person, before all of this.”

Namjoon thinks about Robert Johnson, about this story Yoongi used to tell him in those early days when they had nothing and were nothing, scared to death, staring up at a ceiling they now shared with too many other people. We could just sell our fucking souls to the devil like that American guy, he’d said, if all this shit winds up being for nothing. The only two awake, always paralyzed by fear back then: Yoongi terrified of failure, but Namjoon—Namjoon dreaded the success.

Namjoon had known who he was back then: too smart for his own good, a rapper with a stupid haircut, a gamble some guy with just enough money had been willing to take, someone too young to bear all the weight that had been placed on him. Success would change him; he knew that. He’d be more shocked if it didn’t, with the way they’d all come up. Pit against one another, always competing, always doing stupid shit to make money. Everything had been a game, dog-eat-dog, and maybe they had sold their souls, just not in the way Yoongi had joked about.

Because who is he now, when there’s nothing left to prove?

Almost thirty, more money than he could spend in a million lifetimes, a pile of broken hearts at his feet. Yours, most egregiously. Who is he now, after a decade-plus of a one-track mind? Sold his soul, and now he’s paying the price.

This is too much introspection for the middle of a blowjob, he thinks. It’s not like this happens often. Namjoon doesn’t have the energy for it, the searching and the discretion and the fear that always comes after. Whole life tumbling down like a house of cards because of a signature on the wrong line. You’re safe, just like anger; might as well savor it. Try to commit it to memory while he can.

Not that it’s hard to do, when you’re working him over like this.

It’s been raining a lot in Seoul—wet season, streets flooded, still not enough to wash you away. Namjoon dreams about a simpler life: meeting you for a date in the park, the sky cracking open unexpectedly, the way your eyes would widen and your laughter would trail behind you as you ran, hand clasped tightly in his. Namjoon thinks about the way you’d cup your hands and catch the rainwater. Thinks about all the rainwater you’ve collected and lost.

Namjoon loves you and it’s still not enough, in the same way that the rain will always spill over, disappear through the spaces between your fingers.

Namjoon thinks he might be the rain.

He’d written a song for you once and never admitted it. Funny how that goes: how he can strip himself to the bone for words and still hide behind them. tokyo. Thunder booms, you do something with your mouth that has him spilling into it, and the words he’d written taste acrid in his mouth.

If I could choose my dream, I just wanna stop right next to you.

He’d chosen his dream. Said he’d choose it each time, in every lifetime: there isn’t a universe in which he’d choose you.

(Namjoon shouldn’t have called you.)

You decline his offer to reciprocate. Clean yourself up in his ensuite without much fanfare. Don’t linger as Namjoon redresses and walks you out. What is there to say, when he still loves you but doesn’t regret letting you go. Namjoon kisses your forehead at the door and doesn’t ask you to stay.

(You shouldn’t have picked up the phone.)

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Why did you lie to him? Pushing back your feelings for your costar is for the best right?

Fluff! Smut! Angst! Fake-dating! Enemies to lovers! Drug use! She fell first he fell harder!

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𝓒𝓱4-𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒹𝑜 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝓉𝑜 , 𝒜𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒹𝑜.. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓎?..

𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸’𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

Gojo found himself at your apartment complex. Parked near the entrance. Gojo was confused on what he was feeling, Anger? Jealousy? Sadness? But what made him feel this way about you? Was it your beauty..? You were one of the prettiest girl he’s seen, but it wasn’t that. It was just the way you were. The way you treated him, the way you made him feel safe, wanted, and perhaps the way you made him feel loved…

How could you love someone like him, he didn’t even know how love felt.. You wouldn’t love him, how could he deserve your love. Or could you just want to use him? Gojo leaned over to the glove box in his car. Pulling out a bottle of pills, reading “morphine.” Taking 4 of the small but somewhat strong blue pills. Chopping them up with a card.. inhaling the powder. His head now resting on the steering wheel. “Why did he need your validation so bad?” Pinching his skin on his arm, a little bit of blood spilling out.. maybe he took too many pills.. he thought. As his eyes closed.

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You didn’t immediately head home after leaving Gojo. You actually didn’t have anything to do, you weren’t ready to call your dad back and Sarori wouldn’t be home until later. You went to go pick up some groceries. You didn’t really need anything just.. something to get your mind off Gojo..

It didn’t help, not even picking up a tasty coffee. He just didn’t want to leave your mind. You sighed, walking out of your car towards your apartment complex entrance. Seeing a familiar figure, inside a car. He had white soft hair, somewhat pale skin. Were you thinking about Gojo so much to the point you started hallucinating him?!. You peaked over noticing he looked passed out, and he was even bleeding.

Gojo or not. You couldn’t just leave someone like that. You knocked on the driver side window. You really couldn’t see anything the window were tinted. You kept knocking and he wouldn’t answer. You checked to see if his door was open. And it was. This was an invasion of privacy, but he could be seriously hurt. He looked exactly like Gojo him body wise. His aroma was the same too. You started nudging him. Asking him if he was okay. Finally hearing some somewhat steady breathing. His head slowly turning towards you. “Princess?” He mumbled

“Satoru-.” “What’s wrong are you okay?” You said observing him, his eyes were red, his hair messy, and some blood on his arm. He didn’t know what to say, slowly trying to get up, wobbling. You reached over grabbing onto him. He put his head onto your chest. You let him keep it there. Messaging the back of his head. “Should we go to a hospital, Satoru?” “No I’m fine, Its just a headache.” Gojo mumbled. You knew it wasn’t that. “Do you want to go up to my apartment? I could-.” “Thought you’d never ask.” Teased Gojo cutting you off. You gently slapped the back of his head with hand you were using to message him. You helped him up, making your way up to your apartment.

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Entering your apartment telling him to go sit on your couch. Going to the kitchen grabbing a glass of water, a soft wet rag, and painkillers. Walking back to him, sitting next to him. Handing him the water. The glass shook in his hand, some water even spilled out. Gojo looked towards the painkillers. Wondering why your weren’t hanging them to him.

“You’re high aren’t you?” You said clutching onto the painkillers and the rag , looking away from his eyes. He could tell from your voice, that he couldn’t deny it, you would know the truth. You tossed the painkillers to the side. Knowing the answer by his silence. “Yuji and Sarori didn’t really have an argument did they?” He countered. You looked towards Gojo, than looked away. You couldn’t deny it, he knew the truth.

“Itadori called me, he said Sarori and him have been together this whole time.” “Why did you lie to me Y/N?” He said, his tone more hurt than frustrated. He grabbed your chin making you face him. You didn’t know what say. You backed up, walking off to the kitchen. Coming out with two glasses and a champagne bottle. You sat back down pouring the liquid. Handing him a glass, looking at him. “I don’t know why I lied, but-.” You paused sighing. “But I do know I’m sorry Satoru.” You said.

“Now why are you high?” You said, sipping on champagne. He chugged the champagne in his glass. Breaking eye contact, going to pour himself some more. “That’s none of your business.” He answered. You sighed. “Okay then, Gojo.” “Here’s a question that is my business. What were you doing here?” You countered. “I wanted to know why you lied to me, I asked you already, so now I think I should go.” He said slowly getting up, still wobbly. You pulled him back. “You can’t drive like that Gojo.” “I can handle myself Y/N.” What you were about to do was going to hurt your pride, but your morals would thank you. You yanked him with all you force. He was now onto of you. “Please Gojo-. Please Satoru.” You said. He couldn’t move, it felt like his was paralyzed. He wanted nothing more than to stay with you. He just laid on your shoulder, he was still hurt, but cheering up with your warmth.

“I got high because of you princess.” He said, looking up towards you. “Huh, but I didn’t tell you to get high?” You said teased acting confused. “No well I mean, I got high because I had these weird thoughts of why you lied to me.” He said hesitantly. Your started softly wiping the blood away with the rag. “What weird thoughts?” you asked. He sat up a little. “Well-.” He started but stopped. You place a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it. “It’s fine Satoru, you don’t have to answer.” You assured him. He grabbed the hand you placed on his shoulder, moving it up to his cheek. At the moment Gojo felt something he’s never felt before, but he couldn’t tell what? He just found himself leaning forward. Closer and closer. You found yourself doing the same. Until his lips were just an inch away.

“This is why I lied to you,” you muttered. He just looked confused. “We shouldn’t do this.” You said looking away biting your lip. He used two finger to pull you to look towards him. “Why not?” He said pouting. You couldn’t look at him in his eyes, knowing if you did you would give in. Gojo felt his heart ache.

When the door swung open. Two figures appeared. Gojo stayed in the same spot. But you sat upright. “Gojo?” Both Sarori and Yuji said at the same time. You just sat there in silence. Gojo looked at you one last time. Once your watery eyes met contact with his, you looked away. Gojo got up. “Itadori can you take me to my house?” Asked Gojo to Itadori. “Yeah, sure.” Answered Itadori. “I’ll wait in the car.” He said in a low tone going off. You looked as he exited. Then Itadori said his goodbyes and left.

Sarori came running towards you. “What happened Y/N?” Asked Sarori. As you let some tears escape. “What did that imbecile do to you?” She asked. You just wiped your tears getting up. “No it was my fault.” You said walking away.

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The next week Gojo called off work sick. Any chance you saw Itadori you asked him about Gojo. You also noticed how in love Itadori and Sarori seemed, you were obviously happy for them. Yet would also wonder if you could have that. But not with anyone, with Satoru..

You let the water from the shower stream down your body. While you were lost in your thoughts. You came to the conclusion that you and Gojo almost had that, maybe even already had that. Well.. until you blew it. You wanted to help Gojo, but ended up hurting him. You didn’t know how someone could hurt someone as amiable as him. And after learning about what has happened to him before. You just wanted care for him, you want to reconcile him. You didn’t know if you could do it. But you really wanted to try. You made a promise to yourself that day. You’d give it a try.

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The next month went by quickly. Gojo wasn’t rude but he wasn’t the way he was before. Him not showing his usual bubbly attitude hurt more than him being mean.

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𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸’𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

Knock Knock

Gojo got up from the couch of his apartment, wondering who it could be? He opened the door. “Big brother Gojo!” Exclaimed the black hair girl. “Riko?” She came barging into the apartment, a nanny behind her. She hugged Gojo. “Hey riko. To what do I owe the suprise to?” Gojo hugged back. He signaled for the to come in. But they declined.

“Can’t stay for too long, got a bunch of business to handle.” Riko said with big grin on her face. “Business? Like what?” Gojo asked, confused. Riko punched his shoulder. “Like birthday planning, I’m finally becoming a teen.” She said. “Finally becoming a teen. Thats a big deal.” Teased Gojo. “Mhm yep. So you have to attend.” “I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it riko.” Said Gojo. He probably could make it, he just didn’t want to see his dad. “You promised me last year you would come to this birthday party this year, after you ditched me last year. You can’t break a promise.” Countered Riko. Gojo just stood in silence.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” Said Riko with a big smile on her face. “Anyways is it true that your costar is Y/N L/N?” She asked. “Yeah.” Said Gojo in a low tone, he was still sad, but he missed you. “Gojo? Is it also true that you two actually seeing eachother.. romantically?” She asked. Gojo just smirked and rolled his eyes. He couldn’t say the truth, that it would be fake, rafter all Riko did have a loose tongue, she would definitely let the truth slip. “NO WAY!” exclaimed Riko. “Is she actually really nice in person like everyone says! What’s her favorite thing! How can she sing so beautifully!.” Said Riko fan girling over you. “Please Satoru, can I please meet her, I won’t ask for anything more pretty please. You don’t have to get me a birthday gift, just let me meet her!” Exclaimed Riko. Gojo just stood there in silence.

Riko pulled out to birthday invitations. “One for you, I’m expecting you there. No excuses!” She exclaimed. “And one for Y/N, pleasee Satoru. It would make me so happy to meet her.” She said in a soft tone. Satoru nodded. Taking both of the invitations. Riko and her nanny said her goodbyes and left. This encounter made him realize he missed you a lot more than he thought. He now promised he’d win you over .

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Knock Knock

You were looking around your vanity. You lost your necklace. But you didn’t lose hope of finding it, just thought you misplaced it. You ask Gojo to meet you in your dressing room. After work, you wanted to exchange schedules with him. Because the director urged you to start the Pr for the movie. You started getting “deju vu” when you heard the knocks.

“Come in.” “You wanted to see me?” Spoke Gojo’s coming in. Leaning against the door. “Mhm.” You said getting up. “What were you looking for?” He spoke in a cold tone. You pouted at his tone. He was still bothered with you, you thought. “I lost a necklace.” You answered. He just gave you a confused look. But deep down the necklace you lost, was in his possession.

“Um well, I just wanted to exchange schedules. So we can see when we are free to go out together.” You spoke a little flustered. “Okay I’ll get my manger to send it to you.” He spoke in a low tone. Turning to leave. But he felt a force pulling his wrist, stopping him. “Satoru I still want be friends. I’m sorry about what happened.” You spoke in a soft tone. He look back at you. He also still wanted to be friends with you, he missed you alot. “I mean it, I’m sorry, what will it take for you to forgive me.” You asked. “Not much.” He replied. Placing a hand on you cheek. “But you could do me this one favor.” You nodded. “Next week, come with me to visit family. It’ll be my sister’s birthday, she’s a big fan. It’ll mean alot to her.” Gojo said handing you an invitation. You took it from his hand, and took a quick glance at it. “Sure I’ll go.” You said, with a smile creepin’ up your lips. He took out his phone. “Take out your phone, let’s exchange numbers.” You agreed handing him your phone. Putting your contact. He gave you pack your phone. Scanning over the information. His contact name was “Satoru<3” . But before you could say something, he was leaving. Only turning around to wink. You smiled at him.

You felt butterflies. This time you wouldn’t mess things up, you and Satoru both thought.

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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter Eight

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter Eight ~ Nothing But Lies ~ Andy/Leia

Andy 

I feel like I have been here before.  

I’m pretty sure I’ve been here before.  

The pain in my back is getting worse the longer I stay in this position. I finally pry my eyes open and am blinded with pain. Why is my room so bright? And why am I so uncomfortable? I blinked a couple of times and realized, I’m on my couch.  I slowly sat up. What the fuck happened?  My mind runs throught the previous night. I remembered watching Leia and Jeremy and then heading to the Red Line. I frowned as I remember Stella being there but then, nothing really.  

“Oh, you’re wake.”  

I snapped my head up (which was a terrible mistake) and saw Leia coming down the stairs, fully dressed. Oh shit, there was a game today.  I scrambled for my phone before Leia stopped me.  

“Its ok Andy, its only eight. Practice is at ten. I’m going to make some coffee.”  

I sat back with my head on the cushions. Fuck, being hung over for the second time in three months is not a good look for a captain of an NHL team. I took a moment to breathe before Leia came back in with two mugs. “Thanks,” I muttered.  

“Wanna talk about it?” She took a sip, looking at me.  

“I’m fine.” I took a sip and avoided her gaze.  

“Ok, why are you getting drunk the night before a game? That isn’t like you, Andy.” The look on her face was breaking me. But how can I tell her?  How can I tell her that her new boyfriend is a tool bag and I’m so in love with her, it kills me to see her with her.  What do I say? How do I tell her about what I overheard in the locker room a couple of weeks ago.  

Two weeks ago... 

“That is such a sweet shot you took on Ullmark,” Luke said, laughing as he and Andy walked down to the locker room.  

“It’s all in the wrist,” I replied with the pretend flick of the wrist.  “Are we heading to the bar after?” 

“Yeah, Cubby said she’s be our designated tonight after the game.” Luke high-fived me when they heard laughing coming from the locker room. They were about to burst in when they heard Swayman’s voice.  

“Dude, she had a thing for me.  When I was talking with her on the plane, she was playing hard to get. But I know, she’s into me. I’m gonna ask her out.”  

“You really want to ask out the assistant captain’s sister?” Andy could hear it was Ullmark. “Is that wise?” 

“Why not? You heard Andrews.  He gave his blessing.”  

“That’s because he doesn’t know your reputation.”  

“He knows.  I’ve been with him at the bars and stuff. He was just as bad before he met Miranda.” He heard him chuckle. “I just want a taste. She is sexy as hell and I can feel like she is a devil in the sheets.”  

“You better make sure that Barber and Andrews don’t hear you talk like that about her.”  

“What is Barber going to do? He’ll ruin his friendship with her which is ok by me. I just want a piece of her. Fuck her and leave her. Make it look a mutual thing so there’s no bad blood. Trust me, I’ve done this before and I’ll do it again.” 

It took everything in Andy to restrain Luke.  

It took everything inside of Andy not to tell Leia. 

Present 

I lied.  

“Fiona called and she was trying to convince me we should make another go at it. I told her to fuck off but it messed with my head. Got to drinking to numb the feeling.”  

I lied big time.  

“Oh Andy,” Leia came to sit next to me and held my hand.  “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you.” She leaned over my shoulder. “She is the worst.”  

I never wanted the feeling of her body pressed against mine to ever stop. “Yeah, I know. I’m not even sure why I answered the call.” I am a complete asshole for lying to her but the truth would hurt her more and I can’t do it. 

“Well, I’ll be home tonight after the game. You don’t fly out until tomorrow so we can relax tonight, ok?” She gave me her smile, the one I go weak over.  

“It sounds like a plan, Princess.”  

I have to remind myself that he is my teammate and I can’t fuck with that. It would screw everyone else and I can’t do that.  

But boy, do I want to.  

Practice went as practice goes but my head was not in it. Warm ups for the game are the same and I know everyone can see it.  Its obvious, especially when Swayman looks at me with concern. “You ok, Cap?” 

“I’m fine,” I mumble, lacing up my skates. “Leia told me what happened.  Thanks for helping her.”  

“It’s no problem.” He frowns. “But everything’s ok?” 

“Fiona called.” Yep, maintaining that lie. “It just got to me. I just want to skate.” I pushed past him and start taking laps on the ice. I know Luke knows the lie because Leia told him. But I can’t face him. I can’t face anyone. My heart is broken right now and I just can’t do it.  

The game is a tire fire right from the start.  

I can’t focus. I just see Leia and Jeremy and the happiness on her face and it makes me sloppy. So sloppy that coach has to bench me in the third period, probably for safety reasons. I sat there, watching the game, knowing that if we lost this, it would be my fault. Luckily, Luke was able to take control of the team and pull out the win.  

I was sitting in my stall, trying hard not to show emotion. I just wanted to go home and cuddle with Leia. I just wanted to be with my girl.  

Fuck.  

She's not mine.  

I’m still totally fucked.  

Leia 

15 Weeks 

The last few weeks with Jeremy had been amazing. He is such a gentleman. We had the road trip right after for ten days and Jeremy made it a point to sit across the aisle from me so we could talk. He would carry my bag when we got off and made sure that Stella and I are safely in our rooms. In the mornings, he would bring me a tea, make sure my gloves were on and then hang out if he was done for the day.  

We would go out every couple of days, some days I just can’t from how tired I was. I still hadn’t told him about the baby.  I spoke with management and they agreed to modify my duties but it was up to me on who I told.  I love the Bruins.  

The only thorn in my side is Andy.  He’s been distance since my first date with Jeremy. Not just distant but angry even a little hostile.  I’ve noticed that sometimes he is sharp at practice with his teammates, especially Jeremy. Its so unlike him.  I decided to text Luke to see if he knew anything.  

Leia: Do you know what’s wrong with Andy  Luke: No  Leia: You are so helpful  Luke: Seriously, I’ve asked and he says nothing  Luke: You know Fiona called  Leia: its still from that?  Luke: I guess so  Leia: I guess I’ll talk to him to see what’s up 

I frown at my phone. Its near 8 pm and Andy still isn’t home. Its weird for him not to come home after all of his meetings and stuff but lately he’s been coming home later and later. Sometimes, especially on days when I got out with Jeremy, I won’t see him until the next day.  I decided to cancel plans with Jeremy and head home.  I sit in the living room, reading when I hear his car pull up. He walks in. “Oh, hey.” 

“Hey Andy. How was your day?” My voice is super sugary sweet and Andy narrowed his eyes at me.  

“What’s going on? Why are you talking to me in your ‘I’m pregnant and don’t feel good so can you help me’ voice?” Andy crossed his arms over his chest. Normally I would find this very attractive, because he’s still in a dress shirt and slacks, and fuck, focus Leia! 

“Just realizing that I haven’t seen you around much.” I smiled softer at him. “I missed hanging out with you.” Andy snorted and went to grab a beer. He had been drinking a little more than usual. “What? Don’t you miss hanging out with me?” 

“Of course, I miss hanging out with you.  I didn’t realize that you and Swayman were not serious and that you would be home more often.” He took a long pull.  

“Jeremy and I are fine. What is the matter with you?” My tone was sharp.  

“Me? I’m not the problem. I’m giving you space to grow in your relationship.” He raised his hands and move towards the stairs. “I’m going to bed.”  

“You can’t do this Andy.  We live together, we’re roommates...” 

“Yes, Leighton, we’re roommates. Doesn’t mean I have to share everything with you or acknowledge your relationship.” I could feel the tears forming in my eyes.  “Oh, here we go, the crying.”  

“You’re being such an asshole right now Andrew.  You are not like my best friend right now.” I wiped at my eyes furiously.  

His face turned angry. “A best friend? You want me to be a best friend to you. Fine! Jeremy is not this great guy you think he is. He’s a douchebag and a womanizer. He’s going to hurt you and you’re just planning your entire future with him and your kid.”  

“You’re just jealous because I’m finding happiness with him. I’m moving on unlike you!” 

“That’s rich, moving on. You’re not going to move on with Swayman.”  

“That’s not your decision!” 

“I’m not deciding anything. Its facts; you’re not going to find what you are looking for with him.”  

“Stay out of my life Andrew. I’m happy and that’s all that should matter.”  

“He’s going to hurt you and I’ll be left to pick up the pieces again. Just like your high school boyfriend and just like Bret.  You can’t even see what’s right in front of you. You keep choosing fuckboys when you could have something better.  I don’t know why I would think you would look at the bigger picture with Swayman. He’s a fuckboy hockey player just trying to sleep with you so he can say I fucked my teammates sister. You are just a warm body to him and you’re too stupid to see it.” His words vibrate against the walls and his face falls with realization. “Leia...” 

My heart cracks at his words, his mean and awful words.  “Fuck you! I fucking hate you!” 

I ran past him up the stairs and slammed the door, locking it behind me. I slide down to the floor and sobbed. I’ve never had a real fight with Andy but he’s so wrong. Jeremy and I are just starting. Things are different this time and I know it.   

I woke up the next morning, my eyes sore and raw from crying. Its still early but I can’t face Andy again. I got up to shower, using the hot water to loosen my muscles. As I’m drying my hair, I stand in front of the mirror and gasp.  

Between my hips is now a distinct bump. I grab my phone and check my pregnancy tracker. 15 weeks, one day. My bump popped and now there is no way to hide this. I can get away with it while I’m out because of jackets and scarfs but at work I tend to wear leggings and sweaters. I run my hand over my belly as I stare in the mirror.  Hi baby, I croon softly.  I move to open the door to tell Andy but I stop.  

He lost the right. 

I sneak out the house and head to the coffee shop for my morning tea and muffin. I work on my notes for work when my phone chimes.  

Jeremy: Morning beautiful  Leia: morning handsome  Jeremy: so since we bailed on dinner last night, can we try again tonight  Leia: I would love to 

I smile as I think about the date with Jeremy. And then my smile falls. I don’t know how I can hide my condition.  I have to tell him about the pregnancy. But maybe I should wait.  

Perfect. 

Andy isn’t home when I get there so I take advantage of it and start getting ready. I put on a fit and flare type dress with stockings and booties. My nice coat and scarf will hide my secret until I’m ready to talk to Jeremy.  He’s prompt like always and we head out.  

I’m nervous because this is like date four and every romance book has told me that by now, the man is hoping to get lucky.  And I would, I totally would follow this except I feel so uncomfortable in my body.  Having Andy and Stella tell me all the time that I look gorgeous is just getting to my head. What if he is grossed out about my body? What if he finds me repulsive? My mind is spiraling.  

“Everything ok Leia?” Jeremy smiled at me as he placed his big hand on my thigh. His finger are long and I can feel the warmth, strength and roughness in them.  A hard working man.  

“Yeah, just upset about Andy is all. He’s still being closed off and that’s unusual for him.” There was no way I would tell him what Andy said.  That would be just asking for an argument.  “He’s never been so distant before,” I say before smiling.  “But, I’m going to let it go because I’m excited for our date.”  

“Good.  I was thinking of just going to Lou’s for pizza and North Park has those Christmas lights up. Could be really pretty. “His fingers are dancing over my skin and it feels so good and distracting.  

“Sounds like the perfect night.” God, I am falling hard for this man.  

After pizza, he drove us to the park for the festival of lights. As we are climbing out, Jeremy hands me a soft ball.  I look at him curiously. “Because I know you forgot them.” I open the bundle and its a pair of mittens. I blush because I did forget and I look down.  Jeremy touches my chin to lift my head. I look into his eyes and all I see is kindness.  “Its ok, beautiful. Its our thing.”  

Our thing.  

Swoon.  

As we walk around, all the twinkling lights are setting a mood of romance. An aphrodisiac of scents fills the air from the food stalls. Jeremy gets some hot ciders to keep our hands warm as walk trough. “Ok, Halloween or Christmas?” he asks. 

“Christmas. I don’t like to be scared.” I shudder at the thought. “Plus why does it involve so many spiders and clowns. Spiders are poisonous and they are creepy.  Clowns... well, clowns eat people and just no.” I take a breath and look at Jeremy’s face. His face is surprised and unmoving.  “What?” 

“That is the most passionate speech I have ever heard about Halloween.” He burst out laughing. I huff with mock indignation and cross my arms, hip jutted while he is bent, hands on knees trying to calm himself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says wiping his eyes. “Sweetheart, are you afraid of spiders and clowns?” 

“It’s not funny.” I pouted at him and begin to walk away.  

“Sweetheart!” Jeremy chases after me and pulls me to him. “I’m sorry,” he says with puppy eyes.  

I can’t be mad at this man. “It’s ok,” I say softly.  

“Let me make it up to you.” He smiles. “Let’s go back to my place, I’ll start a fire, some hot cocoa, we can cuddle on the couch.” He kisses me softly. “What do you say beautiful?” 

Shit. He’ll try to touch me and he’ll know. He’ll know and I’m not ready.  I’m not ready for this bubble to burst. “I would love to but I have a six am call with a club in England. I need to be up early and presentable, at least, from the waist up.” I smile.  “But that sounds amazing. Maybe another night?” 

“Of course, sweetheart. I like that you are working to conquer the world.” He kisses my cheek and whispers, “maybe one night I can dominate you and take you to places you never knew existed.”  

I blush as he gives me a sexy smirk. Refusing this man is hard.  

And I don’t know how much longer i will be able to delay it.  

Its been a week since Jeremy has asked me to go home with him and I know now my time is up.  My baby belly is growing and I don’t want to lie to him.  I ask him to lunch and he said he would meet me at a cafe near the house. I bundle up as the falls weather has now turned to the colder side.  It also helps with the bump hiding mission.  I’m putting on my coat when Andy walks by.  “Going out?” 

“Yep.”  

“Princess...” he face falls at the lack of energy in my voice but I don’t want to hear it.  

“Nope.” I walked out the door and drove to the cafe.  Jeremy is sitting there in a hoodie and jeans, his black peacoat over the chair.  He looks like a goddamm snack.  “Hey!” 

“Hey sweetheart!” He gets up to kiss me on the cheek. “Its cold today.”  

“Yeah, winter is coming,” I say with a giggle.  

“Nice,” he smiles.  We order and chat but the more I chat the more i start to get nervous. I mean, how do you tell the man you are seeing that you are pregnant with another man’s baby? Now he can tell something is wrong because he asked me something and I completely spaced. “I’m sorry, what?” 

“Leia, you are a thousand miles away. What’s going on?” 

I take a breath and hope for the best. “I need to tell you something.”  

“Okay,” he says slowly.  “You can tell me anything.”  

“So, I’ve been dealing with some life altering news for a few weeks now and I didn’t know if I should tell you earlier because I hadn’t finished making some decisions.”  

He frowns. “Is everything ok? Are you sick?”  

“No, not sick. Just... pregnant.”  

Swear I feel like a pin could drop and I could hear it. Jeremy’s face froze and I know, this is the end. Finally, he says, “you’re pregnant?” 

I nod slowly. “Yeah, I didn’t know if I was keeping it or what I was going to do but I decided that I wanted the baby.  I’m sixteen weeks pregnant. I told management last week but I needed to wrap my head around it and I needed to tell you because I know you want more with me and I just couldn’t while lying.”  He still sitting there, not moving a muscle. “Say something, please.” 

“Wow.” I blink, not sure what he is going to say.  “I mean, wow, that’s big news.” He takes a long sip of his drink as I try to blink back tears.  

“I understand if you don’t want to keep seeing me...” 

“No, that’s not it, sweetheart.” He takes my hand.  “I just need a moment to process this.” He smiles. “You’re gonna be a mom.”  

“Yeah. Its big but I’m determined to give my baby the best life.”  

He smiles. “Anything I can do to help, ok? Just let me know.”  He cups my cheek. “I believe in you, sweetheart.”  

Its exactly what I needed.  

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Don't Be Late - Mafia!Joel Miller Imagine

Mafia!Joel Miller x OFC

Rating: M (smut)

MNDI. 18+ content.

Summary: Joel had no intention of being late for another dinner, some idiots firing bullets at him weren't going to stop him.

Part of my Extended Scenes Collection of Without Warning - Mafia!Joel Miller Series

AN: This was supposed to be cute and funny, but ended up taking a spicier turn...oops.

Joel was terrified. Not because of the handful of men shooting at him currently. Not because his backup was still eight minutes out. Not even because he’d already been grazed by a bullet in his side. No, he was terrified thinking about what his girl’s gonna do if he misses one more dinner date.

“Joel, just sit your ass down and wait for us,” Tommy snapped over the phone, “Four minutes and we’re there, don’t do somethin’ stupid.”

“You don’t understand, Tommy,” he tried to insist, glancing around his current barrier to try and spot the shooters’ locations, keeping his voice low as he held the phone close, “She might actually cut my dick off if I’m late one more time.”

His brother scoffed over the line, the car’s tires screeching in the background. “It’s six to one, Joel and you’re already injured, stand the fuck down.”

He chuckled, never being one to take orders well. That’s why he became his own boss after all, so no one could tell him what to do, including his little brother. “Six to one? I like those odds.”

He hung up the phone, sticking it in his pocket before taking a deep breath, gripping his gun tightly before standing up, revealing his location and moving forward with the practiced precision of a military unit. He hit one upon standing and then a second after taking cover behind a table that had been tipped over. 

When he came to the warehouse this evening, looking for an inventory list, he didn’t expect to find the door unlocked and men, who were not his own, inside. They had guns, of course, and started firing upon hearing him. He’d barely had time to duck behind one of the vehicles that had been inside. That’s when he called Tommy. That’s also when he saw the time and a sliver of panic ran down his spine. 

He didn’t know how many men there were in the beginning, not taking the time to count when they started firing. Tommy must have logged into the security system from his phone. 

The third fell to the ground when Joel leaned around his current barricade. There was a slight pause. They were out of bullets. He took the opportunity and fired two more perfect kill shots, the bodies hitting the floor simultaneously. 

By the time he clocked the last one, the coward was already trying to run, only to get knocked out by Tommy’s appearance, snagging the man by the shirt and throwing a hard punch. Joel smirked, glad his brother knew to leave him alive. 

“I thought I told you to sit your ass down and wait for us,” Tommy grumbled, assessing the room and all the dead bodies scattered around. 

“And I thought I told you I have somewhere to be right now.” He glanced at his watch and swore under his breath. “Keep that one alive, I’ll come back tomorrow to deal with him,” he said, digging for his keys in his pocket.

“Joel-.” Tommy tried to stop him.

“Clean this up too, I don’t want the iron smell to stick,” he added over his shoulder, jogging out the door, too caught up in making it home within the next five minutes. 

His brother rolled his eyes with a smirk. He didn’t understand what Joel was so scared of. She was like, what? Five feet, three inches? How scary could she actually be if he’s a little late to dinner?

With a shrug, Tommy started directing the guys he’d brought who were supposed to be Joel’s backup on where to dump the dead bodies. 

“Jesus, he took out six big-ass dudes on his own…with just a pistol?” Daniel, one of their own, said with a shake of his head in disbelief. 

“I heard he took down fifteen dudes on his own, one time,” Matthew piped up, helping Daniel carry one body to the waiting tarp they’d laid out to avoid more blood stains on the floor.

Tommy rolled his eyes. “He took out damn near fifty on his own in the Salt Lake City Job,” he added, passing the guys with a smirk. 

Meanwhile, Joel was driving like a bat out of hell, swerving around other vehicles on the highway as he kept anxiously glancing at the clock on his dash.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he kept muttering to himself with each passing minute. 

He came to a screeching halt in front of his house, taking the steps two at a time and barging into the house. His breaths were labored from rushing as he quickly went in search of his wife to prove he was in fact, on time for their scheduled dinner date. With her getting busier with school this time of year and his erratic schedule, they realized quickly they needed to start actively working on setting time aside specifically for them.

“Baby? Baby, where you at?” he called, going into the kitchen first to grab some water. 

“Whoa, why are you yelling?” she asked, appearing from the game room, where he now realized he could hear the TV in there playing some reality show. 

“I made it on time, told you I wouldn’t be late,” he said, grinning confidently.

She tilted her head with a light scrunch in her brows, looking confused. “Late for what?”

His expression fell. “We’re supposed to have dinner tonight…right?”

She laughed with a shake of her head. “That’s tomorrow, Joel, oh my God,” she said with an amused eye roll.

He blinked once, twice and then pulled his phone out to see his calendar did in fact have nothing scheduled for today with her. 

He groaned. “Fuck, I musta been lookin’ at the wrong day, I’m sorry,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

“It’s okay, Joel,” she said sweetly, coming up to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him into a soft kiss. 

“You’re not mad?” he asked, those dark brown eyes making her internally swoon.

“I mean you’re not late, yet, so there’s nothing to be mad about,” she shrugged, kissing him again before taking his hand and leading him upstairs. 

“We doin’ this right now, baby girl?” he asked, assuming she was going to their bedroom, grabbing onto her waist and giving her hips a squeeze.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Maybe later, handsome,” she said with a smirk. 

“So where we goin’? I could go for a smoke after today,” he said, happily following her through the house blindly.

“You’re bleeding,” she said simply. 

“Huh?” He glanced down, remembering where he’d been grazed by that first bullet and finding a smear of blood spreading across his shirt where he’d been hit. It was just big enough to where he knew he’d just have to throw out the shirt, there was no recovering it with how quickly the stain grew as they moved into the bathroom. 

“Shirt off. Sit.” 

He smirked, her assertiveness always making him a little excited. “I like when you give orders,” he said with a lopsided smirk, his eyes trailing her form as she brought out the first aid kit. 

She giggled but chose not to indulge him by responding just yet to that comment. “How’s the other guy look?” she asked softly as she started cleaning the wound.

“Dead.” 

“Good.” 

“Doin’ somethin’ for you?” he teased, squeezing her waist as she applied a bandage over the wound, thankfully not that deep.

“You know it does,” she said without missing a beat, glancing up at him through her lashes with that coy grin. 

“Fuck, baby girl,” he groaned, pulling her against him as he leaned on the bathroom counter, shirtless, dark jeans dirty, smelling so uniquely like Joel. 

He knew what he did to her, just like she knew what she did to him. Bringing his thumb and forefinger to her chin, he tilted her head up, kissing her hungrily, a primal growl rumbling in his chest against her body, sending a spark of thrill down her spine. She loved when he got like this. 

“Gets you off knowin’ your man’s a killer, doesn’t it? Makes this pretty pussy so wet thinkin’ about all the bad things I’ve done, ain’t that right, sweetheart?” he crooned down at her, her eyes growing darker with every word.

She whines faintly in her throat, biting her lip. “Joel,” she sighed, clinging to him, his voice lulling her into the state of mind he wanted her, relaxed, aching, submissive. 

“Answer my question, baby,” he said lowly against her jaw, using his other hand to lace through her hair and tilt her head back roughly, earning another eager whine from her. 

“Yes, yes, I love it,” she gasps, eyes already closing, that wicked grin making his cock twitch in his pants. 

“I know you do, baby, you’re a little fucked up in the head, just like me,” he chuckled darkly, “But aren’t we all,” he added before leaning down to kiss her again, fisting the roots of her hair to secure his grip and keep her just how he wanted. 

He picked her up by the back of her thighs, groaning slightly in pain when her leg brushed his freshly bandaged wound. Setting her on the counter, he immediately tugged her shirt off, throwing it to the side without a care, his hands rough and warm on her chest, tweaking her nipples and squeezing her breasts. 

“Always so pretty for me, baby girl,” he groaned into her chest, his mouth latching onto one of her nipples while he continued toying with the other. 

She moaned, her thighs hitched onto his hips, her fingers blindly reaching to undo the buttons of his shirt. As Joel continued to toy with her body, she worked her hands between them, feeling his length strained behind his pants.

“No,” she said, sounding breathless, when he went to shrug his shirt off. “Keep it on.” 

He smirked knowingly. Something about the bloodstain most likely had her brain all foggy with some dark fantasy only he could fulfill. She definitely kept him on his toes. 

“Take it out,” he said assertively, leaning back from her, watching her expertly undo his belt, unbuttoning his pants and dragging the zipper down until she could reach in and feel how hard and heavy he was, the faintest damp patch on the front of his boxers from his own budding excitement. “See what you do to me, baby girl, got me addicted to you, just thinkin’ bout it gets me hard,” he groaned as she caressed and groped him through his boxers. 

“Feel,” she purred, using her other hand to bring his fingers over her panties, the material much more wet with her essence. “All for you, baby. Gonna do something about it?” she asked, sighing as his fingers moved the material aside and immediately slid into her heat. “Fuck!” she cried, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion but loving the stretch all the same. 

He chuckled darkly, bringing his free hand to her throat, squeezing the sides. “So fuckin’ wet for me, baby girl, could slide right in no problem,” he groaned.

She nodded against his hand, slipping her hand past the waistband of his boxers and gripping him firmly. “Do it,” she encouraged him, jerking her hips up against his palm, “Fuck, please, do it.” 

Yanking her panties down her legs, Joel pushed his own pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh, squeezing the base of his cock with a deep groan. She was already starting to drip onto the counter by the time he nudged the head in, sighing at the familiar warmth he could never have enough of.

“More,” she whined softly, leaning back, trying to scoot her hips forward.

He smirked, squeezing her throat again. “Bossy, tonight, aren’t we, baby?”

She huffed, obviously frustrated. “Yes.” She groans when he slips in another inch. “I want it all, Joel, please!” 

“Hush now, baby, I’ll take care of you,” he soothed her, finding her little fit amusing. “I always do, don’t I?.”

She’s panting, squirming against him, desperate for more. “You’re teasing too much,” she grumbled, pouting. 

He chuckles. “That’s funny comin’ from you, sweetheart.” He suddenly thrusts the rest of his length into her, reveling in how she cried out for him, her nails instantly digging into his forearm. 

He begins to thrust roughly, a slow and steady pace that has her gasping out every breath, the slow torture just enough to satisfy her need as he worked her to orgasm. Those little noises had his cock twitching as she latched onto him. 

“Feelin’ good, baby? Got quiet on me,” he choked out with a cocky smirk, her walls beginning to squeeze and flutter around him as she got closer to her end.

“Yes, yes, yes…so fucking good,” she nodded, pulling him down by his neck to kiss her, a wet and messy display of need. 

He hummed in satisfaction against her lips. “Come on then, gorgeous, soak my cock, be a good girl and make a mess on me.”

“Joel!” she moaned, her thighs squeezing his sides.

She brushed the bandage again with her inner thigh, unintentionally of course, but it was just enough pressure to have Joel groaning, a strange combination of pain and pleasure that had him teetering on the end much quicker than he anticipated. 

“Oh, f-fuck!” he grunted, erratically jerking into her until he came with a heavy groan. 

He hadn’t even realized she’d also come, her walls still spasming as he rutted weakly into her, the tip of his cock quickly becoming very sensitive as she squeezed him with her release. 

She was breathing hard, head leaning back on the bathroom sink mirror as she looked at him with a lazy, satisfied grin. “I love you…”

He grins, ducking his head down to kiss her softly, bringing his hand up her neck and into her hair as he deepened their kiss with a content sigh against her lips. “I love you too, baby, always.” He pecks her lips, helping her off the counter as well. “Can I burn this shirt now?” he asks, walking with her back into the bedroom, her laugh echoing around them as she agrees and helps him start a fire in the small pit in the backyard.

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glitter

you're sparkling and he wants to paint the sight into his memory forever.

warnings: smut with feelings and angst <3

wordcount: 4492

i listened to 'i'm the one' by bloo on repeat while writing

Ichigo Kurosaki endures a lot before he brings up something that bothers him. Most of the time he makes it out inside himself and then at some point the feeling is buried deep inside him. Speaking openly about his feelings? Difficult for him, but it has always worked well so far until now.  The stressed and overtired college student feels his nerves slowly running out. The reason for this is simple: you.

When his problem with you began, Ichigo himself didn't know exactly. Maybe it had always been there and slowly dug itself from his subconscious into his consciousness. Couldn't it have stayed there, he wonders as he sits at the table and stares at your back, his eyes glued to your ass for far too long, which is barely covered because you're just bending down to dig the beer out of the bottom compartment. "We definitely need another fridge just for all the beer... with a lock so that you keep your hands off my bottles," you complain to yourself, while the clatter of bottles against each other is not nearly as loud as your complaining. God, Ichigo feels the need to push you onto the kitchen table and elicit something from you other than just your whining. Ichigo just grumbles, and sips his (your) beer while he examines the beautiful curves on your body. The orange-haired man doesn't like stress. No loud grumbling and no one to reprimand him. But you, as his roommate, has a special status.

"You just got home... Can you perhaps sit down first?"

"May I put away the shopping first, Ichigo? Unlike others here, I make sure that there is something edible in the fridge." Your tone is irritable. He concludes that you've had a bad day (Ichigo is clearly an empath to notice this).

"You're just pretending I'm never going shopping... How exhausting," he murmurs more to himself, but louder than intended, which is why you turn around and look at him furiously. Immediately he recognizes the tears that almost escape your eyes. "Fuck you Ichigo."

"I didn't mean it that way," he explains clumsily, as he has never seen you cry before. This is a premiere that Ichigo did not want to experience. His heart contracts uncomfortably at the sight. "I'm sorry..." A bit overwhelmed by the situation, he tries to comfort you. He comes towards you, but you take a step back, the tears already running. Fuck. Otherwise, you always have a counter-slogan in store that you throw at him. You suddenly seem much too small, almost fragile, and Ichigo feels the need to hug you. But you don't let him, running into your room and slam the door behind you. His heart literally slips into his pants as he reviews this short scene. Did he do anything differently than usual? Fuck. He has no clue. Would you like him to knock on your door? Otherwise, you are more and more on your own. Maybe it would make it worse if he imposed himself on you. His head hurts when he thinks about the possibility that he somehow messed up, without really knowing what he did.

…

"Dude... Why are you in such a bad mood?" Renji's question brings Ichigo back to the present. The loud bass booms in his ears, while next to him a woman runs her fingers over his thigh. He forgot her name, which didn't interest him in the first place. The redhead next to him has put his arm around a beautiful woman while he looks at him questioningly. "I'm just not in the mood, Renji..."  Ichigo pulls the woman's hand away and mumbles only a short 'Sorry'. The woman does not take this very well, gets up, and struts away. He doesn’t care. "Your roommate, huh?"

The orange-haired man looks at him in surprise. "How do you know that?"

"Ichigo... every blind person sees that you want her and not just for a quick fuck," says the older one bored. "Out of respect for you, I didn't try anything with her."

"What a true friend you are," grumbles the younger one, taking the next sip of his whiskey. "But if you want to share her with me... I have absolutely nothing against it"

"To do this, I first have to dare to take the first step"

Renji's gaze wanders behind Ichigo and widens slightly. "I think today is your lucky day"

"Why?"

"I just saw her on the back of the dance floor," Renji replies with a grin. Faster than his brain can process, Ichigo’s body jumps up, almost dragging the table with it. He lets Renji sit alone, who will be busy with something better anyway. His absence won't hurt him too much. He has to come to you. He can't stand being ignored by you. With a racing heart, he makes his way through the crowd to you. He accidentally bumps into people, and apologizes quickly without giving it another thought. The alcohol in his system makes him take off, he is so excited to see you here.

And indeed. There you are on the dance floor, moving weightlessly to the music he doesn't like, but through your dancing he would hear it all the time, just for you to dance to it. His heart jumps as he bridges the distance to you. You have your eyes closed while your girlfriend sees him and grimaces briefly and taps you. You look at her questioningly before she points at him. You’re seeing him now, your face glittering because of your make-up and the strobe light mixing together. You seem like angels to him right now. Your eyes get big. "Ichigo?"

"Hi...", he replies a bit overwhelmed. He stands in front of you and can't get a word out, even though he wants to say so much. What has changed so suddenly? Why does he hesitate when he hasn't minced his words with you? Maybe the heavy palpitations in his chest remind him how much he actually likes you and he never really wanted to admit it to himself.

"Your roommate?" your girlfriend says disparagingly. Ichigo doesn't like the sound at all, but you don't care about your girlfriend. You take care of him. Far too much. "Can we talk?"

"I want to dance-"

"Then dance with me," he adds immediately. He is not so easily rebuffed. The orange-haired man has made a decision. You look at him with your shining eyes, seem to be looking for a retreat from his side. Ichigo looks down at you and holds out his hand to you. It seems like an eternity passes when you reach for it. His hand tingles as he clasps yours tightly and he is sure that if it wasn't so dark, you would have been able to see his glowing ears. You signal to your girlfriend that you are going with him and he turns to you questioningly. "We're here with her boyfriend. I was the fifth wheel on the car until just now," you laugh embarrassed. The alcohol apparently makes you talk to him so normally, because earlier you ran into your room in tears. This sight still lies heavy in his heart.

"Is everything okay with you?"

His question is drowned out by the loud music, so you just answer him with a 'huh?' and pull him down to you by the neck. The sudden contact of your hand causes him to tingle violently. Your lips brush against his cheek, which almost makes him lose his composure.

"I asked if you're okay?"

"Why shouldn't it?" Your eyes. Ichigo literally loses himself in them. Have they always glowed so strongly? Had he been blind all the last few years and now sees for the first time?

"Are you sure?" You just shrug your shoulders. "Didn't you want to dance with me?" Your body leans against his upper body, deliberately distracting you. It works.

"Yes, that's what I wanted...", he breathes out. He puts his arm around you, shielding you from the people around you who might get too close to you. Your fingers claw into his biceps, holding on to the orange-haired man as he pulls you towards him. Your body presses against his, and you enjoy its closeness, which you have always wanted so painfully. You don't want to think about it now but enjoy what's in front of you right now. Your arms wrap around Ichigo's shoulders as he puts his hands on your hip and guides you. He doesn't need to guide you, because you move with him to the rhythm of the music as if by yourself. It's been a long time since you've danced with him, so you want to enjoy this moment between you.

You can hardly take your eyes off him. The light makes his hair shimmer, while his lips shine seductively. It's an ordeal and you wonder if he might feel the same way. Has he ever thought about you the way you think about him?

At this moment, the closeness to you is not close enough for you. You want more. So much more. The alcohol goes completely to your head at this moment as you claw your fingers into the hairs on the back of his neck and pull him towards you. Ichigo's hands automatically move to your cheeks, and the heat is immediately transferred to you. Apparently, he expected you to draw him to you. "Ichigo...", you whisper his name. Your lips open slightly, want to ask him; finally want to bridge this agonizing distance. The orange-haired man beats you to it. "Please..."

At the same time, lips crash into each other that should have been found long ago. As if kissing him was the last piece of the puzzle, your nerve endings explode. In the mass of the celebrating crowd he will go down with you. teeth to teeth; your affection presses between his lips while he comes towards you. Desperately, you cling to each other as you devour each other mercilessly. Your head is screaming to have your fingers on every little spot of its body, but you're just content with its hair, which you're allowed to touch with your fingertips. You are in heaven. Ichigo bites your lower lip lightly, which makes you groan, only to be swallowed by him with his kisses. Breathless, you separate from each other when you have been accidentally bumped into by someone. You look at each other with glazed eyes. His hand is still on your hip.

"I-"

You both want to talk at once. A smile creeps onto your lips, which Ichigo reciprocates.

"To me or to you?" grins the orange-haired man and you playfully slap him on the arm. "We can still decide that on the spot."

You leave the club together, of course not without telling your friend quickly, even though she is probably busy with her boyfriend. The cool air hits your bare skin so that all the hairs immediately stand up. Ichigo is quick to notice this, puts on his leather jacket, which smells far too much like him. How can you not fall upon him at once? "Thank you..."

He smiles at you. That damn smile. You get dizzy in a good way. "I called us an Uber. It’s on its way..." Ichigo pushes you close to him and gives you even more warmth. But it triggers much more in you. You're wet. Unspeakably damp. Your thighs rub against each other, which doesn't escape the orange-haired guy either. He has to hold back his excitement about it. It all happened for him as if in a frenzy. He can hardly believe that he is now really on his way home with you to push you into the mattress and elicit the most beautiful sounds from you.

Reality hits you in one fell swoop. You're about to sleep with him. Years of suppressed feelings soon reach their climax and it is up to him whether he wants to go further than that. You get scared. What if it's going to be a mistake? What if everything falls apart after that?

"Hey... Look at me."

You raise your gaze, look into his warm eyes. "What are you thinking about?" He must have seen your look, otherwise he wouldn't ask so worriedly.

"I'm afraid of what happens afterward," you confess honestly, which makes him nod in understanding. "What happens after that is up to you. No stress... We don't have to if you decide otherwise..."

You interrupt him and press a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I want it." You feel Ichigo's hand on your cheek and as you pull away from him, you see the warm smile on the orange-haired man's lips. You recognize the glitter on his cheek, stroking the particles. "You’re glittering," you laugh brightly, while Ichigo just grins. It doesn't bother him that you gave him some of your glitter. If it were up to him, you could cover him with all your glitter. The main thing is that it's yours. A strange thought that is not so strange for him.

"Give me more of it," he demands, reaching for your face to press it against his. You giggle as Ichigo's cheeks are pressed against your sparkling cheeks one by one.

When he is done with his work, he stands proudly next to you. "And?"

"Beautiful... Glitter looks a little too good on you" And you mean it. The light of the street lamp shines on his face, which makes the particles shine. Edward Cullen would be jealous if he could see Ichigo now.

"our Uber is here," Ichigo interrupts your train of thought as you walk towards the arriving car. The orange-haired man holds you by the hand so that you can sit carefully in it. His body presses itself next to you. You lean up to him while you block out the fact that the orange-haired man is involved in a conversation with the Uber driver. Your head rests on his shoulder, causing Ichigo to flinch briefly as your hair tickles his neck. His arm immediately wraps around your shoulders and moves you slightly closer to him. His smell swings around your nose, making it even worse for you not to imagine the most indecent pictures. In addition, his fingers stroke the bare skin of your waist absentmindedly, drawing circles so that you get goosebumps. Your body leans further into it so that it looks down at you and smiles softly at you, unperturbed as you feel everything gather in the middle. Doesn't he notice how aroused you are right now?

The Uber ride drags on agonizingly slowly until you finally recognize your apartment complex and thank God for your perseverance. Ichigo insists on paying for the ride when you reach for your wallet and you let him.  You feel the tingling on your skin as he gently reaches for your hand and clasps it tightly with his. You smile at him while you are once again speechless about the fact that he lights up in the light of the street lamps. You follow him like a moth follows the light, even if you burn yourself for good.

"Are you tired?"

"Do I look tired?" you reply questioningly as he has to let go of your hand for a moment to dig the key out of his pocket. "It's been a long night for you and I don't want you to get overtired-"

"Ichigo... I want to sleep with you. Forgotten?"

Your question makes the older one pause. "I've forgotten how direct you can be." You can see the red glow on his cheeks as he unlocks the door.

"Do you know it any other way?" You grin cheekily at him when you hear a mock sigh in response. In the hallway, you are suddenly pressed against the nearest wall. Ichigo presses his hip against yours, so you can feel his dick all too clearly against your clothed pussy. A gasp escapes you, swallowed by Ichigo's lips. Your hands reach into his neck, pulling him even closer to you. God, how much you've always wanted this. All the years you've been longing for him.

"Fuck, Ichigo... we have to go upstairs," you mumble against his lips as he reaches under your butt with his hand and lifts you onto his arms. "I hope we don't fall down the stairs now because you misjudged your strength"

"You're just a flyweight to me," he just replies, kissing your chin as he carries you up the stairs. You giggle to yourself while the orange-haired man shows zero struggle. Hot.

Once at the top, he finally lets you down. Together you literally rush into the apartment and fall into each other's arms. The door slams shut and your arms wrap around his body. Like a starving woman, you devour his lips, your tongue enters his mouth, which he opens so willingly. Ichigo growls into your mouth, his tongue pressing against yours. "Ichigo... Bed," you breathe against his lips. He nods willingly, grabs you by the wrist and literally pulls you with him into his room. You're rarely in his room and you've never sat on his bed. With ease you let him press you onto the mattress. He stands in front of you, looks down at you with his beautiful brown eyes. "Am I dreaming?"

You grin at his question. "I hope we both aren't dreaming," you reply as you watch Ichigo undress. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?"

"How long?" he replies roughly.

"Ever since I've known you... all the time you brought women into our apartment" Ichigo groans when you're finally honest. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

You just shrug your shoulders, pulling the annoying top over your shoulders and now sit in front of him in a bra. Ichigo kneels in front of you, and helps you take off your skirt. His fingers stroke your thighs before he takes your leg, giving it tender kisses. "I always thought you only saw me as a friend. I had to distract myself with all these women because I knew you were next door and I couldn't have you..."

Your heart beats faster as you watch him cover your legs with kisses and finally drop the piece of cloth to the floor. "The thought of how jealous you were makes me happier than it should..." whispers the orange-haired man, grabbing the flesh of your thighs and pulling you towards him all at once. Then I don't even want to know how you felt when I brought someone with me."

He groans annoyed. "Don't remind me of that idiot... I was beyond jealous because he wasn't good enough for you."

"And you're better?"

He grins, grasps your pussy with his hand. You hiss in surprise. "You'll see that on your own"

And he will be right. His fingers push the piece of fabric to the side and press into your wetness. A gasp escapes you as he sinks another finger into you. "Fuck... You're so wet"

You only agree with him cautiously, as his fingers hit the exact point that sends lightning through your body. "Ichigo..." you exclaim as he runs his thumbs over your clitoris, starting to grin as he hits exactly the right points with you. I want to lick you... May I?"

"Oh god, please" He laughs brightly because you answered him way too quickly and euphorically. The orange-haired man bends your legs and pushes you back again. But you lean on your elbow because you want to watch. He grins, continuing his action. Finally he pulls down your panties and throws them to your skirt. Ichigo bends down, kisses your vulva before he spreads your lips and dips his tongue directly into it. The muscle hits every corner of your pussy. You reach into his soft hair, pushing him even deeper, which hardly seems to bother him. He literally slurps you out, buzzes against your pussy so that this tingling sensation travels directly to your clitoris. "Ichigo... so good...", you blurt out between high-pitched moans, which spurs him on to suck on your bundle of nerves. Reflexively, your body tries to close your legs, but Ichigo grabs your thighs, holding them in place. You rub your pussy against his face, which makes Ichigo moan against your wetness. He inserts one finger into you for support, before the second follows to bring you over the threshold. God, it seems like the first time a man has put so much effort into making you come. Your fingers are literally pulling on his hair, looking for a balancing regulation, as Ichigo's head between your legs literally makes you lose the ground under your feet.

Tirelessly, his fingers thrust into you, rubbing over the spongy point. Your orgasm suddenly sloshes over you like a raging torrent. Everything in you clenches around his fingers as you come with his name on your lips. Ichigo holds your trembling leg firmly in his hand as he continues to slowly move his fingers inside you to guide you through your climax. When you turn your gaze back to him, you see him literally piercing you with his gaze. Apparently, he was watching you the whole time.

Breathless, you pull him towards you, and see his half grin as he pulls his fingers out of you. Ichigo supports himself next to you and grabs your cheek. Your breath is still irregular as you look at it with lustful eyes. Your hand reaches for his hand before you bring it to your lips and kiss the back of his hand. Ichigo doesn't let you out of his sight. You bring his fingers, which were just inside you, to your lips. You put them in your mouth and suck on them, tasting yourself. You hear a deep moan from the orange-haired man's lips, and feel his fingers twitch in your mouth as your tongue dances around the long fingers.

Ichigo grabs the back of your head, pulls you towards him with it. "Are you trying to drive me mad for good?" You grin against his lips before you kiss him passionately, straining his lower lip between your teeth. Ichigo growls, his fingers grabbing your ass. "I need to feel you, baby..." he whispers against your maltreated lips. You nod, reach for his dick in his boxer shorts. You can hardly embrace it, it is so big. No wonder why the women kept the whole house awake with their moans. Now you can experience it for yourself. "If you don't stop, I'll come in your hand...", he manages to exert himself, carefully pulls out your hand; Forehead to forehead as your breaths blend. "I have to feel you..."

"How could I say no?" you whisper back. "How do you want me?"

"On your back. I have to see your eyes when you come back."

"Kinky..." you smile, but his gaze is suddenly strangely serious.

"That's what happens when you're in love..."

Before you can answer properly, he pushes you down on the mattress. Your mind races as you look up at him. Ichigo shouldn't have said that. His lips were quicker to spit out the words than his head could have registered. "Ichigo... I dare you, if you back down now. We can talk about that afterward," you assure him, lasciviously spreading your legs to invite him. "Come here"

Ichigo doesn't need to be told twice. That's how long he's dreamed of it. If it falls apart after that, then at least he knows that it won't work out. He only wants to live in the feeling once.

And so he turns off his brain as you wrap your legs around his waist and he slowly sinks into you with a fluid movement. He can penetrate with ease because you are incredibly moist, which he clearly feels in you. It demands all his self-control not to lose himself completely. "Ichigo...", you moan stretched out as you feel him inside you. Your fingers claw into his shoulder as he growls your name against the crook of your neck. Ichigo's face tenses as he starts to move inside you. You press your lips back to his. Teeth crash into each other as you explore your oral cavities slowly and lasciviously. Ichigo's thrusts are deep and sharp, pressing you against the headboard again and again, which the orange-haired man prevents with his hand on your head. "You feel so good..." , he groans, snapping your pussy apart with his harsh thrusts. He nearly pulls himself out completely to thrust long strokes into you, making you a mess under him. “I always wanted you…so pretty under me”

You just answer with whimpers, attacking his neck with wet kisses.

It bubbles many sweet things against your lips that you swallow again and again. Sweat covers your body as you thrust your hips against his in rhythm. "Fuck... I don't last long... I'm sorry"

"It's okay... I want you to come," you breathe panting, literally scratching his back. "You're killing me..."  His fingers wander between your legs, stroke your clit. With skillful movements, he manages to bring you to a second orgasm in such a short time. "Look at me," he snaps at and just at that moment you manage to look at him when the climax breaks over you and you just manage to keep your eyes open before Ichigo pulls out of you and he squirts his warm orgasm onto your belly. Breathless, you look at each other, completely overwhelmed by the effects of orgasm.

"Oh fuck wait..." he mumbles as he realizes that his cum is running down you. He rummages around in his closet drawer while you try to process what just happened. You have finally slept together. It happened.

Ichigo pulls a few tissues out of the package he just fished out and begins to gently wipe your belly. A gentle gesture that will make butterflies flutter in your stomach. "Ichigo..."

"Yes?"

When he's done, he puts it on the cupboard next to it. "Was that serious earlier?"

Embarrassed, he looks at the crumpled bed linen. "Yes... Does that change anything now?" His voice trembles as he asks this. It makes your heart beat faster.

"Yes, our relationship status."

"Huh?"

You laugh. He looks at you like an embarrassed deer. "Do we want to continue to be just friends and roommates or upgrade to boyfriend and girlfriend?" you continue, waiting for his answer.

A happy smile adorns his lips, which perfectly match his shining eyes. "I'd rather take the second one...", he replies, moves closer to you and lovingly brushes the sweaty strands of hair out of your face. There's glitter all over my bed..." he whispers against your lips while you just grin crookedly, give him a butterfly kiss on the nose. "Then you should look at yourself in the mirror right away..."

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we will meet again. chapter 2

ahh chapter two! TW: abuse, sexual assault, mentions of rape, imagery, torture, death, smut.

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it has been a week since you and alastor murdered the man who touched his mom without consent. it kept you up some nights, but you had to tell yourself he deserved it. he was a pig after all. but the only thing you could think about was when you took the knife and just cut him open. and the heart that exploded…and your laugh. you laughed like a maniac. and by alastor’s stare, you knew he needed your help with another murder. you didnt know for sure, if he would ever ask. but if he did, you were ready. you were ready for anything.

you told Jane about the murder. all the bloody, gorey, details. she promised to not tell a soul. you trusted Jane. she was your best friend! she was your only friend. you didn’t know what alastor was to you, but you felt like you were just an assistant.

you took another shower for the second time that day. Jane asked you what was wrong, but you felt like the blood was still on you.

you and jane were having another sleep over that night. you would gossip about more things that were going on. you even told her about your relationship with alastor. his assistant. but you had no idea if he liked you.

“soo~ do you like alastor? do you think he likes you back?!” she squealed. you sighed. “honestly, i don’t know. he’s cute… no, he’s hot. like the way he helped me up and made me wrap my legs around his waist when he was licking my bloo- that’s not the point! it’s just i don’t know how to feel after i found out he was a serial killer. A FUCKING SERIAL KILLER!” you didn’t tell her that you found that kind of hot. but then again, you had weird taste in men. like, really weird. you had crushes on FICTIONAL men. you wished they were real, but let’s face it! they’re not!! they never will be!!

“uhh, are you alright?” jane checked your forehead to see if you had a fever. “you don’t have a fever, but are you okay?”

”yeah, i’m alright. i just wish he knew that i only kissed him back because i was tipsy. he was probably drunk because he didn’t even remember!”

”you know, i read some magazines on romance, and he probably pretended to forget because it was awkward~”

“are you trying to say that… he actually meant to kiss me and give me hickeys?” you sigh into your hands. “i just wish he was here so i could talk to him about this.”

“you know where he lives, right? it’s not a far walk.” she smiled, helping her get up and off her bed.

“i cant just go there for no reason! he will think i’m weird!” you whined, not stopping jane who was already out the door and pulling you. “seriousllyyy!? he is going to think i’m obsessed!” you think about the fact that you would see him again. you knew you had something to talk about now. Jane waved as you left alone.

you made it to his house. you knocked on the door, and Marie opened the door and hugged you. “what are you doing here this late?” she motions you to come in. “are you hungry?” you shake your head. “i’m here to see your son.” she smiles sweetly at you. “you know where his room is.”

you make your way up the stairs and take a deep breath in before knocking a few times. Alastor opens the door, shirtless with a towel wrapped around his hips.

“oh my god, im so sorry! i just had to talk to you…” you rub your arm.

“oh, then come in.” he says, motioning for you to enter his room. “are you sure? your like… half naked.”

“i can trust you… right?” you walk in when he says that. he closed the door and you sat on his bed.

“i have been thinking about…the murder.” you come clean.

“so, are you having fantasies about killing more people too?” his pupils dilated and he gave you a huge smile. “actually… yes.” you sigh. “a lot more than i should. but every time someone annoying me… i have those fantasies. i know, it’s bad… but i feel like i can’t control them.” you massage your head. “i’ve been having them too. and, i have a list of people to kill.”

you stare at him, wide eyed. “you have a whole list? how many people do you want to murder?” you laugh a bit, and he joins you on his bed. “why wouldn’t i? there’s so many people who… deserve this pain and torture. why not let them feel it? you remember that time you stabbed me? it didn’t hurt, but… it turned me on.”

you blush. did he really remember that night? and it turned him on? so that’s why he did it. all because you tried to defend yourself. you were proud that you did, and he also spared your life. you wonder if he would ever hurt someone you love.

“would you ever hurt someone i love?” you say.

“definitely not your mother, she’s very sweet. please tell her thank you for her jambalaya that she cooked for us that night.” he smiles. “i will. i know my moms jambalaya isn’t as good as your moms. but my father?”

“what’s he like?” he asked, almost leaning in closer. “well… he has some good qualities i guess. he… he hits us some times. m-mostly my mom when she doesn’t cook fast enough or clean up after him. but he also hits me… when my mom is out of town. and when she’s out of town… he…he…makes me strip and he watches me…then he touches me, and he…” you can’t help but cry. you couldn’t finish that sentence, it was just too hard. “my mom wants a divorce, but… he beats her when she says it, and it’s not her decision. it’s my fathers.”

you could see an angry look in alastor’s eyes as he rubs your back squeezes you tightly. he holds your chin to meet his gaze. he wipes your tears. “we will kill him. tomorrow.” you find yourself yawning as your head meets his shoulder. he kisses your head, and you blush a little bit, but he doesn’t notice. “you should probably stay here. and sleep. your mom is out of town right now, right?”

“yeah my dad is home alone… with… JANE!”

you stand up quickly, running down the stairs as alastor follows. he runs with you all the way to your house. Jane is sitting on the stairs. “oh hey, i was waiting for you!” you hug her.

“we’re staying at alastor’s.” alastor sighs, but then you three walk to his house again.

“i mean, im glad we’re not there anymore. i would usually wake up to him laying with me, naked. he stripped me in my sleep too. i…. wonder what he did when i was asleep. my mom tried to stop him. but…” Jane gives you a side hug.

“it’s going to be alright. you have us, and he can’t get you in his house.” Jane looks at alastor, studying him to make sure he’s good enough for his best friend. “also, nice clothes.” she says to alastor. he’s still shirtless and he’s wearing pants.

“oh shit, i guess i forgot.”

you walk inside of his house. Marie is most likely asleep. he leads you both to his room. you and jane sit on his bed as she scans his room with her eyes before setting a hand on her shoulder. “where do we sleep?” she asked alastor. alastor’s bed was a king size, but she wanted to ask.

“anywhere on the bed, but not close to me. you can lay by her, but you two better keep your distance from me.” Alastor is on the left side, you are in the middle, and Jane is on the right. Jane is already in her pajamas, but you are still in your dress. “i dont have my pajamas.” you are surprised when alastor hands you one of his shirts. “you can wear this, i suppose. but please give it back tomorrow morning, dear.”

you changed into his shirt, and it was very comfortable. you still had your panties on though. you and jane slept close to each other, it wasn’t awkward because you were best friends and you practically grew up together. alastor slept far away from them.

alastor broke his own rule. the next morning, you opened your eyes, jane’s side was empty. strong arms were wrapped around you. you and alastor were on your sides, he had one arm on top of you, and the other underneath of you, so you couldn’t move away. his lips were so close to your neck. you felt his breath go down your neck. you blushed hard. your hand was on top of his hand, which was on your stomach. Jane walked in, in her dress from yesterday since she didn’t bring any other clothes.

“AWWW!” she squealed, waking alastor up. “that is so CUTE~~!”

he looked at your body, in his arms.

he smiled, but got up anyway. you changed back into your dress and gave him his shirt back. he grabbed your chin and brought your ear to his lips.

“did you sleep well darling~?” he smiles when you blush. “well, you must have grabbed me when you were asleep.” you say, defending yourself. “oh dear, i was wide awake. you were trembling, and it was making it hard to sleep. when i held you, you stopped, so it worked out.”

you and jane would head home, even though your mom wasn’t going to come back for a few more days. just a few more days in Hell with your “father.” he didn’t deserve to be a father. Jane was going home, so you were alone with… him.

“shall i walk you home?” he asked. he watched you gulp and he took your hand in his. he walked you home.

you never actually told him that you were going to be alone home with your father. he looked in your eyes before walking back. you walked in, to find your father naked. “YOU LITTLE BITCH!” he struck you hard with his belt over your face. you fell to your knees and you stared at the floor. “LEAVING ME? IM GOING TO MAKE YOU FUCKING REGRET IT!” he tore off a sleeve from your dress.

you tried to crawl away from him, but he was strong, and he could easily catch you. he picked you up easily, and threw you. from the porch. luckily, it was on the first floor, but you still whimpered from pain. you decided to run in the forest. you could hide from him. he ran and chased you. he finally caught up and tackled you to the ground. he slapped you so hard, you spit out blood.

“STOP! why are you doing this?” you said between slaps.

“because, a little bitch like you deserves this. only pain. let’s face it, you were an accident because i raped your mother! you weren’t supposed to be in this world! fuck, anyone but YOU!” he grabbed a branch and beat you with it. he pushed you to the ground and he stomped on you a few times. he kicked you and threw the stick in his hands at you. he left. “you are never welcome back in the house again. not as long as i’m alive.”

you had no idea what you did to set him off like that. the pain in your body was unbearable. you couldn’t move, it hurt too much. instead, you cried. Jane was twenty minutes away, too far. alastor’s house was close, so you decided to at least try.

“ALASTOR!” you shouted, but it must have been too quiet. you sobbed. there were bears in the woods, you were probably going to be eaten. you laid down, still bleeding from where you were beaten. you were bloody and bruised. you felt like you would pass out from the pain. you were ready to give up.

you heard footsteps approach. in boots. the same one your father wore. he must have gotten dressed to keep beating you. you didn’t find out yet, you passed out from the pain.

“hold still…” a familiar man said as he put a bandage on your nose. “there. that should be it.” his mother hugged him and then she took a look at you. “oh honey, are you alright? we found you in the forest!”

your vision was blurry at first, but your eyes focused, and you saw alastor and his mom, staring at you, worrying if you were alright.

you sigh. you were exhausted, it was a little after two.

“yeah… just my father.” marie goes into the living room, making some food for you.

“that bastard. what did he do to you?” you explain that he hit you with his belt, threw you, slapped you, and hit you with a stick, and stomped on you, and kicked you. you tell him all of the UNTRUE words he said to you.

he stared at you, but tugged you towards him, embracing you with his arms around your dirty and destroyed dress. “i was… worried. he deserves to be killed.” you opened your mouth to say something. “shhh, no, don’t say anything. i’ll murder him today. you can if you want, but rest for the rest of the afternoon. we can discuss a plan.”

so then his sweet mother brought you some soup and toast, you ate at their table, and then you slept in his bed. he woke you up after a few hours. “ready, dear?” he said as he loaded his rifle. his mother walked in and kissed his nose. “be safe. both of you.”

Marie must have knew about his murdering. marie was a sweet and kind woman, so alastor was raised good. turns out, he only murders people who deserve it. like your father.

you knew your dad would be asleep on the sofa. it was easy to break in. alastor’s fingers slowly touched the trigger. “no! i dont want him dead instantly. i want him to feel what i had to feel” you say, touching his hand and making him move the rifle. you both walked towards him. the first part of the plan was to tie him up. then, they would hide his guns. so he couldn’t run and shoot them if he escaped somehow. then, they hid the kitchen knives. they stood in front of him. he was naked and drunk. it was now or never.

you took a deep breath, and you slapped his face to wake him up. his eyes opened and saw you. he growled and then tried to get up.

“you’re tied up.” you say. “hmm, alastor, what should we do first?” you giggled.

“y-you’re the murderer!” your father says to alastor. “stay away from my daughter!”

“i’m not your daughter. anymore.” your father freaks out when he puts his hand on your shoulder.

“she doesn’t deserve you! don’t touch her!” alastor laughed. “so, how mad would you be if i kissed her?” your father looks furious, still trying to undo the rope. he looks in your eyes, like he’s asking if he can. you close your eyes, and you feel his lips against yours.

you dropped the knife and your hands moved to his hair. still kissing you, he taps your thighs and you jump up and wrap your legs around his waist again. its perfect. the perfect lighting, your father screaming in the background, the perfect person. you just want to keep kissing him. you never want to stop. you hummed against his lips, and his lips moved to your neck. he was gentle since your cuts were still healing. you let out a little moan, and you heard your fathers screams quiet down a bit as he hardened.

“ugh, hes hard from that moan. what a pig.” you say to alastor, pointing out his cock. he sets you down. “maybe… if he doesn’t have one, he can’t.” alastor picks up your knife and he cuts off your fathers penis in one swipe. he screams in pain, but alastor just cuts off more and more, until only his balls were there. “you don’t deserve children, so let me help you.” he cuts off his balls. your father screams more. he hands you the knife. “would you like to try, darling?” you accept the knife, and you trail the edge of it down his torso, sending shivers down his body. “you know… i always wondered what would happen if you didn’t have any limbs.” you say as you chop his left arm off. he screams in pain, and then you chop his left leg off. alastor smiles as you chop his right arm and leg off. you face alastor. you throw the knife behind you *which happens to land on your fathers eye, tearing it* and you wrap both arms around his neck. he picks you up in one motion and he kisses you. it had been two minutes since your last kiss, and you were craving it already. you needed his lips on yours. your father screams from pain and what he was seeing. “hold on, darling.” he sets you down. your father was taking his last breaths, and he wanted him to hear one last thing. your father hated alastor now, and you. even though he pretended to love you the last ten minutes.

“i’m going to fuck your daughter!” he says in his face. your father growls. “DONT YOU FUCKING DAR-“ your father breathes hard until he takes his last breath. you blushed, thinking about what alastor said. he turned to face you, clearing his throat. “anyways darling, i’m sure the police will be headed here soon, so we should probably get cleaned up and clean this mess. and the body.” you help carry the body, smiling as you watch the wolves devour the limbs and the rest of his torso. they burn the carpet, and they burn the couch cushions. anything with blood. they wash blood from their clothes. “ahh, anyway. we should probably get out of here now.” he smiled as you both heard the police sirens gradually get louder.

“what do we do now?” you say, thinking of ways to escape.

“well, now that the police are getting closer, looks like we can’t fuck! aww.” he says, teasingly.

“shut up, we still can.” you realize he was joking earlier and you blush from embarrassment. he smiles at you, his eyes teasing you.

“come on! we need to go now.” you try to pull his arm, but he sits on a chair. he laughs. “darling, they wont figure out which house it was for a while. we could still fuck.” his tone was flirty. you blushed as he took your chin, making you meet his gaze. “darling, sit on my lap, and if you grind like a good girl, i’ll fuck you.”

your mouth drops from his words. he isn’t joking. you slowly sit down on his lap. you move your hips and you grind on him. you were both stupid teens, you both had never had real sex, so it was a first for both of you. after a while, he held your waist. you both got up, and he lifted your shirt up. you blushed when you felt his hands on your naked waist. he moved his hands down to your pants and took them off. you were so wet. it made him excited. you were in your panties and a bra. he took off his shirt quickly and then pulled his pants down too.

you saw his cock. he pinned you against a table and then pulled your panties down as you unclipped your bra. he took you to the couch and he set you down. “you know, i am… hungry. but i wont just yet, you’re way too wet. besides, we don’t have much time, so we shall skip to… the good part.” he places it inside you and you moan from pleasure. your walls tighten around it, and he moans as well. he moves his hips at a steady pace, being mindful of how much you can take at once. he bites and sucks on your neck. then, he is relentless. he knows you love it, so he goes faster, and puts it all in. you moan loudly every few thrusts. he bends his head down to steal a few kisses. he bites your lips before returning his head back where it was.

“i…i’m at my limit.” he moans as he gets tense.

“please come in me-“ you moan. he goes faster. so fast, he releases instantly. you both groan and catch your breath. his arms are still pinning you against the couch. he stares at you, taking in the beautiful sight.

a knock breaks the moment. their heartbeat picks up as they rush to get dressed.

“fuck, fuck, fuck…” you say, nervously. you both finish at the same time, and you both cover up more evidence. you both exit through the back door. you cant just come around and then onto the street. you take your fathers body deeper into the woods. most that remained were bones. so alastor buried it ten feet deep. they took a shortcut through the woods. they got to his house, and they entered quickly. Marie hugs both of you, but her eyes fall to your neck, with many hickeys.

“dear, your neck seems… hurt,” she giggles into her hand as she leaves you both alone. you walk up the stairs with alastor and he closes the door behind you. you sigh, relieved that it’s finally over. he takes your body and pins it against the wall. “i didn't get enough kisses from you.” he says, taking your chin and kissing you. you hummed a bit against his lips, and he kept a firm grip on your waist. after thirty minutes of kissing, he let you change into your pajamas. you were staying with them after hearing the news that your mom was killed.

your own mom. killed in an accident. you cried for hours. alastor comforted you, but you would never get your mom back.

you would share a room with alastor.

“now, we will never. ever. talk about what went on in your house.” he kept a firm grip on your chin until you nodded. “good girl.” he kissed your forehead and you both went to bed.

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that took a couple of hours, but it was so worth it! anyway, this was made on july fourth, but i decided to keep everyone on their toes, so i made it post today.

creds: @worldofkuro, i know i already gave credits to you on the first chapter, but i’m just thanking you again 🤍 🎀

[cowboyemeritus]

Apex Predator (Aether/Reader)

Was it all a lie, a front to mask the primal savagery that lurks just beneath the surface? You can’t afford to think about that. It seems that even he isn’t immune to the madness that comes with a ghoul’s rut and now, you have to pay the price for your foolishness. (18+)

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A quick note: This one is a little intense. The reader is legitimately afraid for the first half of this. It gets resolved and the smut is consensual, but I just thought I should warn you. There's also a brief description of a seizure, so be warned.

You really ought to know your way around the Abbey grounds better. Certainly wouldn’t hurt you in situations like this. It’s just past midnight now, and though the full moon is shining brightly tonight, the dense trees drown you in shadows. Under any other circumstances, you no doubt would want to use that to your advantage; the dark fabric of your habit is more or less the perfect camouflage. This time, however, you know it’s no use. His demon eyes can see even in pitch black, and you know he can smell you from a mile away. Your only hope is to keep running and pray he loses your scent.

Everything hurts. You’ve been running for what feels like an eternity. Your legs ache and your lungs burn. Stray tree branches have left any exposed skin covered in scrapes and welts. Now you get why birching was such an effective form of punishment in the ye old days. If you were a little Victorian schoolchild, there’s no way in Hell you were misbehaving if you had that shit to look forward to.

A deep, angry growl pierces through the night air. It’s so loud that you can’t pinpoint the source; it seems like it’s coming from all around you. The thought that he can probably see you sends panic coursing through you. Your head snaps about erratically, your brain scrambling to pick out familiar shapes in the inky blackness. He could be anywhere and you’d have no idea until it’s already too late. You have no choice but to keep running. Staying still would only make you an easier target.

You had been warned about the ghouls when you first joined the Church. Although Papa mostly keeps them in line, they’re still wild and unpredictable creatures, ones that have a particular fondness for human flesh. Only the bravest and most lascivious of Siblings break the rules and dare wander into the ghoul dens, and they always return bitten, bruised, and walking funny.

But despite all the warnings, you just couldn’t stay away from him. You thought he was tame, the way he’s always so gentle and kind with his mortal cohabitants. You let him work his way into your heart, and you let yourself want him. Was it all a lie, a front to mask the primal savagery that lurks just beneath the surface? You can’t afford to think about that. It seems that even he isn’t immune to the madness that comes with a ghoul’s rut and now, you have to pay the price for your foolishness.

The tree root sneaks up out of nowhere, latching onto your foot and pulling you down to meet the earth. You’re so distracted by the white hot pain searing through your ankle that the sickening pop! barely registers in your head. The thick blanket of leaves covering the forest floor cushions your fall somewhat, but the impact still knocks the wind out of you. 

You lie there for what feels like an eternity, writhing on the ground in agony. In a sick twist of fate, your struggle to breathe keeps you from screaming and immediately giving your location away. You’re almost grateful, until the reality of your condition begins to dawn on you. Even with the adrenaline coursing through your veins, your ankle still burns with pain. A quick glance and you see that it’s bruised and swollen already. You’re not going anywhere anytime soon.

The air is slowly returning to your lungs when you notice the silence around you. It’s as if the forest is holding its breath. The chirping of late summer crickets, the hooting of owls, and the scuttling about of mice have all been swallowed by the night. Your blood turns to ice as you recall your childhood, memories of camping trips in the backcountry, of deathly silences like these, flashing through your mind. Suddenly, you’re six years old again. You and your siblings are clinging onto each other for dear life while Daddy has a look around outside the tent. He’s always been a good shot with that big gun of his, but that does little to calm your nerves. The silence is suffocating; if not for the whimpers of the other children you could have sworn you’d gone deaf.

Around the fire the next morning Daddy had explained it to you. He talked about animal instincts, the way they can hear and smell things humans can’t. That’s what helps them survive out in the wild. When the forest goes completely quiet, he said, that can only mean one thing:

The apex predator is near.

Another growl rings through your ears, and this time, it’s only a few yards away. You let out a choked noise, halfway between and scream and a sob, at the sound. As if on cue, the large ghoul stumbles out of the darkness, heavy breathing and the crunch of dead leaves steadily getting closer. He’s shirtless and not wearing his helmet, and you swear his eyes are glowing in the dark. The slivers of moonlight that have managed to pierce through the forest canopy glimmer menacingly off his horns and claws.

Frantically, you try to get up and run, but putting weight on your bum ankle sends you crashing back down to the ground with a yelp. You resort to scooting yourself away until your back meets a hard tree trunk.

“Aether, please,” you beg through heaving breaths. It feels like your throat is closing up. “Please, stop. You’re scaring me.” He continues stalking towards you, paying no mind to your pleas. The look in his eyes is hungry, ravenously so. A sick feeling settles in your stomach; he’s so lost in his rut that he can’t even hear what you’re saying.

In the back of your head, you know it’s pointless, but you look around for something, anything, to defend yourself with. You spy a decently sized stick poking out of the leaves to your left. By your estimate, it’s about five feet away at the very least - not close enough to reach as is, but if you dive for it you might have a shot. Aether is closing in rapidly. You have to make a move, and soon.

Leaning against the tree, you manage to pick yourself up. You’ll likely only be able to get in one stride before he changes his course and intercepts you. The distance between you shrinks; ten feet, eight feet, six feet, five, four, three-

Aether lunges at you just as you push off on your good foot. Even in his addled state, his reflexes are exponentially sharper than yours, and he quickly corrects his trajectory. He goes to wrap his arms around you but you duck, curling into a ball and dropping to the forest floor. The top heavy ghoul stumbles past you, barely managing to stay upright.

You fell a foot or two away from your original target, but it looks like your little stunt paid off. While Aether regains his balance, there’s an extra split second for you to crawl towards the stick and grab a hold of it. You brandish it like a club, swinging it wildly in his direction.

“Get back! Get the fuck back!” Your voice breaks from the sheer magnitude of your screams, your vocal cords raw and aching in your throat. The creature in front of you is unimpressed by the display. For a moment, you swear he grins at you, flashing a mouthful of razor sharp teeth. Before you know it he’s closing in on you again, and you muster all the force in your frail human body into one strike. In any other situation, the thought of having to hurt anyone, especially sweet Aether, is utterly repulsive. Just your shit luck that this is a matter of life and death.

Aether swipes upwards as you swing the stick down. Claws meet wood, cutting through like butter. The top half of the stick goes flying, and with it, any hope for your survival. 

At long last, the hunter catches his quarry. You shriek like a rabbit in the jaws of a wolf as Aether pounces on you. The sheer force of his body pressing down on you is enough to squeeze the air out of your lungs, effectively silencing you. He could crack your ribs, probably all of your bones, easily if he wanted to.

Is trying to scream even worth it at this point? You have no idea how far out from the Abbey you are. Even if someone heard you, it’s already way too late to try and save you anyway. Besides, Aether is the leader of the ghoul pack for a reason. You doubt that anyone, even another large ghoul like Mountain, could put up much of a fight against him. Your heart goes out to the poor bastards who will have to pry your cold, dead body away from him, if there’s even that much of you left.

To your surprise, Aether doesn’t tear into you immediately. He’s taking his sweet time, savoring the fear that wafts off your body. As if to prove a point, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales deeply. He shudders. It’s only then that you realize his crotch is pressed into your front and he’s impossibly hard. If you weren’t about to be mauled to death, you’d be flattered, maybe even aroused. You would feel the way you normally do about Aether, and wouldn’t that be nice?

All this time, you’ve been fighting him, squirming and kicking and trying to push him off. It’s no use, you know, but just as Aether is driven by his nature to hunt and kill, you can’t resist the instinct to survive. Millions of years of evolution have tried to prepare you for this moment; creatures like him, however, were never supposed to be part of the equation. In the end, Aether is the one on the top of the food chain tonight.

A sob wrenches it way out of your throat when you feel the prick of teeth against your neck. The tears you’ve been holding back finally break free when it really sinks in that this is it. You are going to die here by Aether’s hand, terrified and in pain. It’s not fair, not at all. It’s not fair and you hate it-

The loss of Aether’s warm breath against your skin is immediate and profound. He goes rigid above you. Just when you think he’s going to sink his teeth into your neck and finish you off he retracts, pulling himself away. He’s kneeling over you now. His pupils, once blown out with bloodlust, are now pinpricks in a sea of purple.

“Sister?” He sounds utterly horrified, and you are so fucking confused. Is this some kind of cruel joke?

Something on Aether’s cheek glimmers in the moonlight. Your heart swells when you realize it’s one of your tears. Suddenly, you’re not so sure exactly what it was that had you so afraid.

“Aether?” You ask, voice hoarse. “What-“ Before you can finish the ghoul stumbles backwards, flinging himself away and curling into a fetal position. You prop yourself up on your elbows, completely and utterly dumbfounded, as he lays there in the leaves, body wracked with tremors.

“Sister,” he pants. “I am not myself right now. You need to leave.” He’s trying to keep his voice steady, you note, but there’s a pained twinge to it. When you remain motionless, Aether snarls, deep and primal. Against your better judgement, you start to crawl towards him. Despite all the terror you’ve just been through, you do still care about the ghoul, and seeing him like this tugs at your silly human heartstrings.

“You’re hurting-“

“I said LEAVE!” He snaps back up, baring his teeth, and you jump. The look in his eyes is frenzied, panicked, and intensely sad. It’s a look of deep shame, the likes of which you haven’t seen since before you joined the Church. You don’t want to abandon him, but you do as he says, slowly rising to your feet and starting to limp away. Obviously, your pace isn’t fast enough, and you can hear Aether groaning in pain as he desperately tries to hold himself back.

You’re not an expert in ghoul biology, but you know enough to get by at the Abbey. Trying to resist a rut, especially one of this intensity, can have severe consequences. Without a release valve, all of the energy that’s building up inside his body will eventually burn right through, consuming it like tinder. It sounds like a horrible way to go out, and the mere thought of it makes you cringe. For as powerful as the ghouls are, they, like humans, are not without design flaws.

Aether suddenly goes quiet with a loud crunch of leaves. You look and find him convulsing on the ground in a heap, a purple glow radiating out from his chest through his veins. It’s already starting, you think. Your ankle screams as you run to kneel at his side.

The amount of heat he’s is putting off is tremendous. You would think you’re sitting next to an open campfire the way your skin immediately begins to prickle with sweat. Is this what a fever is like for ghouls? You’re not sure if they can even get sick.

You keep Aether laying on his side until the seizing stops. It takes some effort, but you’re eventually able to get him on his back so that you can cradle his head on your lap. Judging by the pulsing of the purple light in his chest, you’d say his heart is still beating. Leaning in carefully, you bring your ear to his mouth to listen for his breathing. It sounds a little strained, but it’s there. You need to get help, but you can’t just leave him like this. Your only hope is that all the screaming has attracted the attention of the other ghouls.

As you’re monitoring his life signs, Aether’s nose twitches. Your scent, it seems, is enough to rouse him from unconsciousness. With a soft groan, the ghoul’s eyes open. Things are weirdly calm as he looks up at you, grimacing. Fuck, even like this he’s gorgeous.

“I thought I told you to go,” he says weakly, slurring his words just a bit. He absentmindedly reaches up to cup your cheek with a sweltering hand.

“You did, but… Aether, you need help.” He shakes his head.

“Sister, you don’t understand. When I get like this, I can’t control myself. I-“ The light in his chest pulses brighter and he cries out in pain. “I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.” He’s shaky again, and sweat runs in rivulets down his face and neck.

“And I would never forgive myself if I just left you here.” You place a hand on his chest and his pupils go wide. “What you’re doing…” You have to laugh. “You fucking jackass. You’re hurting yourself because of me and I can’t stand that.” Tears are prickling in the corners of your eyes again. “Let me help you.”

Before you know it, you’re on your back. Aether looms over you, and you can tell by the look on his face that he’s only partly lucid. This time, however, you’re not afraid. Much to your surprise, actually, there’s a warmth spreading deep in your abdomen, and you reflexively press your legs together.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he hisses. “Fuck, the things you do to me. All I’ve been able to think about is having you.” His grip on your shoulders tightens, claws digging slightly into your flesh but not breaking skin. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

You can’t tell if it’s the heat radiating from body or his words that have you feeling so hot under the collar. Either way, it’s almost comical how fast your fear and anxiety has turned into arousal. You never would have pegged yourself as someone who would be into this sort of thing, but here you are. Feeling bold, you decide to take a leap of faith.

“Show me.” A shudder runs through his body and he lets out a delicious sounding groan. If your panties weren’t already soaked, they certainly are now.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he pants, barely holding on to his restraint. His hips buck against nothing. You shake your head.

“You won’t. I know you won’t.” If he was going to, he would have done it by now. He looks away hesitantly before locking eyes with you.

“Tell me you want this. I need to know you’re not just doing this because you’re afraid I’m gonna die.” Always such a gentleman, even while in peril.

“Of course I want this. Fucking Hell, Aether, I want you.” You pull him down into a kiss and the last of his control melts away. Almost immediately, his forked tongue is claiming your mouth. You let out a yelp when a pointed tooth snags your lip, just barely breaking the skin. The taste of your blood sends Aether into a frenzy and he moans, crashing his body into yours. You part your legs as best as you can so that he can grind his erection against your soaked core, groaning into each other’s mouths at the sensation. Only now do you take the time to note just how hard, and how big, he is. He might have been onto something when he talked about hurting you. At this point, though, you’re too turned on to really care about that. You think you’re even looking forward to it.

Aether’s nostrils flare; he must be able to smell your arousal. He goes stiff against you and moans again, deep and desperate. If ghouls weren’t so renowned for their stamina, you’d think he came right then and there. The thought of your smell being enough to get him off makes your cunt clench around nothing.

You’re expecting him to start tearing your clothes off. He doesn’t have those claws for nothing, and the dumb werewolf books the sisters like to pass around have planted certain expectations in your head. To your surprise, however, your habit is still intact as he trails his hand down to feel your wetness. When he makes contact with your core, he lets out a soft growl, almost a purr. 

He hooks a claw under the waistband of your panties and tugs. He’s only able to get them partially down your thighs before his patience gives out. When he breaks the kiss it’s devastating, but you find yourself trembling with anticipation as he moves down your body. He takes a brief detour to nuzzle his face in-between your breasts and you laugh at the gesture. You realize he’s stopped to listen to the beating of your heart, his tail swishing back and forth behind him happily. Your head spins. How could you ever think he was going to hurt you?

Aether continues downward until you feel his warm breath ghosting across your sex. He pulls your underwear down the rest of the way and grabs your thighs, practically shoving them apart. You hiss as the sudden motion irritates your ankle. Without so much as a glance in your direction he lays your bad leg back down to rest and buries his face in your cunt. 

You would think he’s starving, the way he devours you so completely and thoroughly. You cry out into the night as he licks a wide stripe from your entrance up to your clit. He circles the bud and you can’t help but grab at his hair, hips bucking wildly. The rumors are true; the forked tongue makes all the difference. 

His claws retract and you sigh as you feel one of his thick fingers prod at your opening. You’re surprised he has the cognizance to prepare you for him, but you say a silent prayer of thanks to the Old One anyway. Based on the sizable bulge you felt earlier, you’re going to need all the help you can get. Aether gives your clit a harsh suck as he slides his finger inside of you. You arch into his touch with a moan, the pleasure coursing through you like a jolt of electricity. He pumps in and out a few times, all the while ravishing you with his tongue, before you feel a second finger at your entrance. It stings a little as it goes in; for as much as you appreciate the foreplay, you can tell he’s taking his impatience out on you.

“Oh fuck, Aether.” You don’t know if he can even still hear you, but you have very little control of what’s coming out of your mouth as he fucks his thick fingers into you. The stretch is just right; substantial, but not excessively so, caressing each of your nerve endings. It has every inch of you quivering in pleasure, your moans echoing through the darkness.

When the tips of his fingers punch into your sweet spot, you nearly scream. Scrambling for purchase, you find yourself grasping onto Aether’s horns as you press your hips into his face. He practically roars at the sensation, and in what feels like an instant he’s hovering over you again, claws back out and tearing furiously at the garments restraining his engorged cock. You’re glad he’s smothering you with his mouth when it springs free, otherwise you would definitely take a peek and end up scaring yourself. You already know that no matter what he’s packing, it’s going to hurt like a bitch, and you can’t help but feel a little anxiety bubble up in your chest.

He grabs your good leg, flings it over his shoulder, and then it hits you. You’re really about to let him take you there on the ground like a fucking animal. And he hasn’t even taken you out to dinner yet. The thought is mouthwatering.

And it does hurt like a bitch when he finally sheathes himself inside you, but you’re melting under him anyway. You’re screaming and moaning for him as he practically splits you in half and Dear Asmodeus you’re in love with the feeling. The two of you have danced around each other long enough, and finally having him like this just feels so right. You’re so caught up in surviving through the initial stretch that you don’t immediately notice how Aether has detached his mouth from yours and is still above you. When you come to, he’s looking down at you, shaking and chest heaving but otherwise silent. His expression, illuminated by the now softer purple light, is unreadable. But it’s definitely him, instead of whatever creature he’s wrestling with for control of his body.

“Are you okay?” You ask warily. Aether hangs his head and inhales. As he lets the breath out, you hear him whisper.

“I wanted to be able to make love to you. For so long. Fucking blew it.”

You want to comfort him, to reassure him that the two of you will sit down and sort this whole thing out later, but before you can get a word in the beast takes over. He starts bullying his cock into you like he needs it to survive and in theory, you suppose he does. The sting never quite goes away, but you find it heightens your sensitivity to everything else. It harmonizes with the pleasure, amplifying it until it drowns out any discomfort.

“Fuck! Oh, Aether.” Suddenly, you’re very glad to be out in the middle of nowhere; the noises you’re making are embarrassingly decadent and you’d never be able to live it down if someone at the Abbey heard you.

Before you can think better of it, you’re reaching up to grab Aether’s horns again. His next thrust is a brutal one as his tail shoots up to wrap around your ankle, pulling you into him with increased force while his cock - for the love for Lucifer, his cock - you swear it’s filled out even more. He grinds his pelvis into yours just enough hard enough to start stimulating your clit and you are done for. A few thrusts later and you’re falling into your climax, thrashing against Aether and wailing into the cool night air.

“Fuck yes! Oh, fuck. Oh my god, Aether. Ah-!” Your eyes roll back in your head as he fucks you through one orgasm and quickly towards the next. The overstimulation is… Painful? Euphoric? You can’t quite tell anymore.

The large ghoul groans as you spasm and squeeze around him. He’s still glowing, veins thrumming with magical energy, but the heat inside his body has dissipated to a tolerable level. You crane your neck up to kiss him and gasp into his mouth when you feel something hard start to swell at the base of his cock.

The rumors remain unrivaled in their accuracy.

Aether’s pace begins to falter, his knot working further and further into your hole with each thrust. You’re already dangerously close to cumming again, and when he lays a soft, but claiming bite to the leg propped up on his shoulder, you’re teetering on the edge. It’s the pop of his knot coming to sit fully inside you and the feeling of unfathomable fullness that finally does both of you in, moaning as you fall over the precipice in each other’s arms. Halfway through his climax Aether starts coming back to himself, whispering profanities through gritted teeth as he rocks into you a few final times and goes still.

“Are you okay?” He eventually asks, scanning your features for any signs of distress. When you nod your head, still struggling to catch your breath, he lets out a relieved sigh. You feel like jelly as he puts your leg down and begins maneuvering you both to lay on your sides.

“It’s gonna take a few minutes to go down,” he says sheepishly, glancing down to where you two are connected. “Sorry.” A beat passes, Aether looking at you with the saddest eyes before he speaks again. “If you don’t want to see me after this, I understand.”

Oh, Aether. Your sweet, silly Aether. You almost want to laugh, but that’s not what he needs right now. Instead, you choose to cup his cheeks and pull him in for a gentle kiss - no tonguing, no biting, just caring, maybe even loving.

“Listen,” you say, voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning. “I know all this is not exactly, you know, conventional for humans, but it’s part of your nature and…” Your brain is absolutely fried. You decide to cut to the chase. “I’m saying I liked it. I like you.” This isn’t exactly how you imagined confessing your feelings to Aether - it feels so juvenile given the position you’re in - but the tender look in his eyes makes it all worth it.

“I like you, too,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to yours. Although the purple glow has almost entirely died down now, you can feel the way his face burns.

This evening’s events hit you all at once as the adrenaline in your system finally starts to wear off. Fuck, you’re going to be sore tomorrow. Your ankle gives a dull throb to let you know it’s still hurt and you wonder how the Hell you’re going to get back to the Abbey like this.

“Don’t worry, love,” Aether coos, nuzzling his face into yours. The pet name has you blushing now. “I’ll take care of you.”

You’re only barely able to mumble out a thank you before exhaustion is tugging your eyes shut.

[girlwiththepapatattoo]

The Unlikely Similarities Between Kittens and Vampires: Interlude

Warnings: Graphic depictions of oral sex, blood drinking (because you know, vampire), mentions of male ejaculation, literally just smut

Summary: A successful distraction.

Notes: The awesome Ahurala on ao3 wanted to see the waterfall scene extended, and I was in the mood to write some smut, so here we are! Literally only smut with a teensy bit of feels at the end, so if you wanna skip this chapter feel free.

I hope you all enjoy! <3

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His lips kiss Sable’s cunt as though it’s her mouth, molding against her tender flesh eagerly. His hands wrap around her thighs, squeezing her, feeling the leg around his shoulder quiver. She gasps out, the soft sounds she’s making in her throat going right to his cock. Her fingers curl into his hair, needing something to anchor herself to before she floats away in the pleasure. 

He groans, her taste intoxicating, almost as rich and sweet as her blood. He sucks at her clit, his lips latching onto the sensitive hood ever so gently, and she has to let go of his hair with one hand to clamp down over a shriek. He smirks, the expression feeling oh so dangerous against her most tender of parts, and gives her clit a playful little kiss before moving further down. 

“You’re dripping for me, kitten,” he purrs, and he meets her eyes as he hovers his mouth under her and opens his lips wide. His tongue rolls out, and she watches as her slick drips from her pussy to slide over his tongue. It’s the lewdest thing she’s ever seen…

…and it makes her throb.

“Mmmh…” He licks his lips, then a strip up her cunt, flicking off her clit. “I could bottle you, you know. Drink down your juices like wine…there’d never be a finer vintage.” He suckles at her fluttering hole, drinking down as much of her as he could get. 

She bites down on her wrist, the one leg holding her up shaking under her. Her skin feels like it’s on fire, and she feels sweat beading in her hairline. 

But oh, does she love burning for him…

His crimson eyes are devious, knowing exactly what he’s doing to her. He swirls his tongue around her entrance, stimulating as much of her at once as he could, the tip of his nose rubbing ever so faintly against her clit. He knows how to wind her up, how to reduce her to a drooling, begging mess in nearly no time flat, playing her body like a master violinist, plucking her strings with terrible and beautiful precision. 

Then he shoves his tongue deep inside her, and her leg gives out. He laughs, the sound exiting his throat into her pussy along with his tongue, and his hand grasps her thigh, holding her up over his mouth as he tongue-fucks her. The clever appendage curls and writhes against her walls, and she feels him swallowing her down, taking great gulps of her. She thrashes against the rock wall, mindless in pure lust. 

His tongue slithers out, swirling once more before licking a path up her folds. Two fingers take their place, sliding in and curling in the come-hither motion guaranteed to make her see stars. Her chest heaves as the tip of his tongue just barely skims over the top of her engorged clit, sending lightning up her spine but no relief. She sobs his name into her wrist, her hips bucking against his face, desperate for her climax. 

He groans loudly against her and decides she’s ready. His fingers suddenly piston in and out of her, curling forward with each inward motion, fingertips dragging along her walls with every exit. He rapidly rubs the flat of his tongue over her, wiggling it hard against her flesh. 

She never stood a chance. 

Her orgasm hits her with the force of a crashing nautiloid. She throws her head back and screams soundlessly as pleasure tears her asunder. Her walls strangle his fingers, squeezing rhythmically as she writhes on his face. He can feel her heartbeat in her clit. 

At the height of her pleasure, he shifts up just a little and sinks his fangs into her mound. Her blood is singing with her pleasure, and he cries out as he starts drinking. Ambrosia, he thinks, drunk on her already. He slings the leg he’s supporting over his shoulder, his left hand still working her, and his right wrapping around his cock, spilling himself in only a few moments against the rocks at the base of the waterfall.  

Slowly, slowly, she comes down, gasping for breath and trembling hard. Astarion lowers her into his arms, cradling her spent body against his chest, pressing his reddened lips against her forehead. “I really,” she pants, trying to get her breathing under control, “like your distractions.” 

He chuckles fondly, his arms tightening around her. “Lucky for you, you’re very fun to distract,” he replies. 

She smiles, presses a kiss to his chest before peeling her eyes open. “You good?” 

“Oh, I’m very good,” he replies, in a way that could mean several different things. 

“You know what I mean,” she admonishes gently. 

He softens. “I do. And my answer stands.” 

She smiles, content with that, and relaxes against his chest. “You’re going to have to carry me out when we’re done washing.” 

He smirks. “I figured, kitten.”

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. howdy cuties! read me before interacting / requesting things ✫ REQUESTS ARE: Open :) // For Seventeen only ✫READ BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE Absolutely I will NOT write smut involving minors. As someone who is 27, it is uncomfortable and of course wrong. Because of this, if you are not 18+ please do not interact with me or my blog. I appreciate you but I will be writing smutty shit and I don't feel comfortable with it. There's plenty of other blogs you can read, just not here. <3

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