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sepherinaspoppies · 2 months ago

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Temporary Fix- Martin x Reader

summary: Martin is desperate to feel something. Anything. Rest? Relief? Sleep? Pleasure? Then he meets you, who can assure him that he will feel all of what he seeks.

warnings: drug use, hair pulling, handjob, ball play?, face riding, sub martin, dom reader, clit piercing stimulation, praise, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v, (please don’t be silly wrap that willy), surprise at the end!

wc: 4,675

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notes: im so sorry this took a long ass time, family problems and I just moved back to Mexico so ive been busy lol.

For weeks, perhaps months, his body was aching. Tension had built up around his lower back, feeling like pins and needles stabbing the muscles of his back. Soon after, those aches and pains shifted over to his chest, and it felt like a heavy weight that couldn’t be shaken away, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Especially late at night.

Which prompted him to consume one of his mum’s low dosage of Ibuprofen. While the effects of the pill worked, it only lasted about an hour or two the most. Eventually his mum caught on the missing pills, but luckily his mum believed the little white lie he told, excusing it as his sister’s behavior.

With nothing to dull the never-ending sensation, he needed desperately to find relief elsewhere.

And that’s how he met you.

Out of all the places in town, he’d never assumed to meet a drug dealer in an open field, sitting by the train tracks, staring into the distance, with a cigarette in one hand and a lollipop in the other.

“I have hypoglycemia.” You informed as you turned around.

It is then when he took in the rest of your appearance. Your eyes were dark, smudged by black eyeliner and eyeshadow. Silver glitter cascading down your cheeks, giving the illusion of tears. On top of your left brow, two little studs of a piercing decorated your skin. And below that piercing were two other piercings, a septum and a lip ring.

He tried to picture you without the dark makeup and piercings, somehow he couldn’t. It suited you.

You wore a t-shirt of one of his favorite bands, Black Sabbath. Paired up with a black tennis skirt and fishnets that accentuated the length of your legs. Truly, you were beautiful.

“What’s that?” He asked you, off topic, taking a few steps towards you.

You exhaled a cloud of smoke, then dragged your tongue around the sweet. “Low blood sugar. When my sugar levels drop below a certain level, I faint.” He nods his head, noticing another silver piercing on the tip of your tongue.

Hot.

He wondered what other piercings you hid underneath your clothes, he had a feeling the facial piercings were not the only piercings you had.

His ocean blue eyes continued to stare at you, assessing if you were who his mate had referred him to. “You’re Tommy?” He asked.

You threw your head back in a laugh. “No, that’s my brother’s name. I strictly use it for business.” You kicked the grass that stuck to your boots as you stood up, getting ready for the usual business exchange. “Most people don’t buy drugs from girls.” Though, you didn’t know why. You were great at not getting caught. No one had suspected a thing when you had done a deal next to a policeman.

“Would you have come if you knew I was a girl?” You questioned.

“Fair point.” His lips pulled into a faint smirk. “So, what’s your name?”

You placed your cherry flavored lollipop back into your mouth, hiding the amusement from his view. There was no denying that the guy in front of you was attractive. Judging by his looks alone, he fit right into the description of guys whom you considered your type.

His long black hair reminded you of Eric Draven, from the Crow. He was tall and lean, similar to the fictional character you had posters on your bedroom walls. But it was his eyes that pulled you in. Which was a shame, you strictly forbade yourself to not date any of your clients. If you’d call them that.

The last time you did, he left you panicked and traumatized. You have learned your lesson since then.

“Will, said you need some sedatives. I have some bars; aka Xanax.” You shake the translucent orange bottle of white bars from your pocket. “They’re legit. They work. But it’ll cost you two hundred quid.”

His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets at the said price. He carried only a hundred in his wallet and a fifty that his mum gave him for groceries.

Fuck!

His reaction caused you to narrow your eyes, “Fine, one-eighty quid.” You negotiated, putting on your best serious and business face.

That, however, doesn’t deter him. “One-twenty.”

You scoff loudly. You were generous by giving him a twenty percent discount, and he wants more?

The nerve of this guy!

“One-sixty.” You counteroffer.

“One-fifty.”

“Done.” You reply as you both are quick to exchange goods. Immediately so, you begin to count the money in case of any scams the dark brunette might throw your way. After all, you barely met the guy.

“Is this…chocolate?” Martin asked, a little taken back that you managed to slip a small Butterfingers next to the translucent bottle.

Is it normal for drug dealers to provide chocolate to their clients?

He wouldn’t know. Though, the last time Martin bought drugs was with one of his mates, behind a very smelly bin next to a seafood restaurant. Not once did that sketchy, and yet very creepy, dealer gave them a sweet after their transaction.

He hears you chuckle, a playful look on your pretty face. “I carry candy with me wherever I go. That’s for you. You look like you could use it.”

“What if you faint?” He stops before you have the chance to walk away.

“Don't worry, I won’t.” You smile, using the heart shaped lollipop to wave him goodbye.

His eyes watch you walk away, and his breath hitches when a small breeze lifts the back of your skirt, giving him a delicious eyeful of what was underneath.

As soon as his bedroom door closes, Martin begins to inspect the bottle you’d given him. He wondered how many of the little bars he could take. He knew, of course, not the whole thing. His mum would scream at his overdosed corpse and probably descend into madness.

So it was safe to say, he only took one.

It dissolved on his tongue almost instantly, and about an hour later or so the effects started to kick in.

The waves of anxiety and the aches and pains Martin usually got during this hour never came. He felt at peace; calm as he stared into the silver glow of moonlight out of his window.

A heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders and for the first time in months Martin finally fell asleep quite comfortably.

This exchange between you and Martin went on for about two more months, meeting at the field exchanging goods and Martin usually attempting to ask you out, only for you to deny him every time.

Eventually, Martin got the hint and no longer hit on you, much to your disappointment. Not only that, you started seeing him less and less as he only met you once every two weeks. Regularly seeing you every week.

Maybe you were a little harsh for not giving him a chance.

But you reckon that wasn’t the case as he would’ve completely cut ties with you.

There must have been something else on his mind or perhaps his work life got the best of him; which was good.

You wished nothing but the best.

After contemplating on whether to call or not call Martin, you decided to instead shoot a message to your shared friend, Will. He informed you that he hadn’t seen him around or heard from him in some days. Which was odd since they were best mates, often talking about random shit (including you but Will would never tell you).

Will you make sure he’s alright? You texted.

Can’t. I’m staying over at my girlfriend’s. But since you care about your best customer, go ahead and pay him a visit ;)

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you could hear Will’s tantalizing voice inside your head.

Stupid wanker. You thought as you typed Martin’s address on your phone.

It wasn’t that far from your apartment, only a couple of streets over that was doable by walking.

Though, Will mentioned for you to sneak through the upstair’s window as he lived with his parents. You were thankful you wore good shoes fit for the climb but not a good enough outfit as you reckon anyone passing by would get an eyeful of your ass.

Martin laid on his bed, playing with what looked to be a miniature helicopter. Although you couldn’t hear what he was saying you still found the act a little funny.

“Martin!” You knocked through the window, not too loud and just for him to hear. You watch as he jolts a little, his face showing a mixture of fear and confusion once his eyes settle on you.

Instantly, he sets his toy aside and runs to you, opening the window and helping you up. You mutter a breathless ‘thanks’ which makes Martin nod. “What are you doing here?” He asks, a bit surprised by your random presence in his room.

“Oh, I- wait, what happened to your face?!” You exclaimed, panic rooting deep in your stomach. Martin turned his head away but you weren’t having that. You softly placed your hands to the sides of his cheeks, examining the markings on his face.

The bruises on his nose and lip were fresh, probably from a few hours or so ago.

“It’s nothing, really.” Martin murmured, attempting yet again to push your grasp. “It doesn’t look like it!” You say, keeping a firm hold on both sides of his cheeks. If you weren’t so concerned about the cuts and bruises, you would’ve taken your time in appreciating how soft and smooth his cheeks were.

“Why do you care?” He murmured very quietly under his breath as his eyes no longer met yours.

It was a good question, why did you care? You weren’t this… caring for your other clients. You had your regulars, most of them coming and going. Not once did you bother to think about them, caring only for the cash that kept you well-fed and alive.

You knew something about Martin was different from the others. Yet, you had a hard time deciphering the answer to his question.

Why did you care?

“I don’t know. I just know I do.” You sighed, taking a seat right next to him. A long comfortable silence followed between you two, and you took your time to inspect the details around the perimeter of his bedroom.

A few posters were scattered on his walls, some of them were a few bands such as Nirvana, The Smiths, and one of your personal favorites: Oasis. The other posters seemed to be art pieces done by himself as the various kinds of paint brushes and the smeared paint on the surface of his desk proved it.

He was an artist.

Far left towards a desk sat a large terrarium made for a reptile that you couldn’t see. You wanted to giggle at the miniature couch and bed Martin made for the little fellow, it was cute and you could tell how much he cared about his pet.

“Why did you come?” Martin finally spoke, although faint.

“Honestly?” You clear your throat as you shift your feet awkwardly, “I hadn’t seen you in a while; I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Not because of the drugs?” He asks.

You tried to conceal a smile at the mirthful tone of his voice. “No…”

His eyes narrow at you and you swore you saw a hint of something playful in his features before he shifted his body to face you. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Fine. Yes, also because of the drugs but mostly because… I- I cared for your well being.”

Oh God.

Heat expands around Martin’s face, and he was glad that there was barely any light for you to see. “I’m sort of alright,” he shrugs. Martin has been better, definitely when the drugs did their job.

Your head tilts to the side at the ‘sort of’. “Sort of? Are you not taking them anymore?” Martin shakes his head.

“I don’t like ‘em anymore. Couldn’t feel anything. Nothing.” Martin did not understand why. The first couple of weeks went fine without any trouble or problems. He had become more productive than he’d ever been, from helping his mum and his little sister with chores and homework to picking up extra shifts (which was totally unlike him).

Then about two weeks ago, everything changed. Martin walked to a new coffee shop when someone— his ex-girlfriend of two years— had accidentally bumped into him as she walked out, spilling hot coffee on his chest and hands.

Normally, one would wince and possibly shriek at the burning sensation, but not him. He smiled at Lydia as she stammered apologies, not feeling the harsh burns on his skin.

As an apology, Lydia had agreed to go out for dinner at their favorite restaurant when they were still together.

They had a good time, catching up about their work, family, and friends. Martin learned new things about her he didn’t even know when they dated. After a few pints and cigarettes, Lydia brought him over to her apartment, where they both stripped each other’s clothes off instantly.

But along the good, comes bad.

Martin had her on all fours, her cunt glistening with so much of her arousal, needy and ready for him. To his horror, Martin’s dick couldn’t seem to get hard. No matter how many times he fisted himself, his dick was unresponsive.

Discomfited, Martin practically ran out without an explanation. Dick move, he knows.

Since then, Martin figured the drug was the cause for his insensitivity. So he stopped altogether.

“Glad to know I wasn’t the only one,” you slump down Martin’s bed once he finishes explaining. Martin furrows his brows in confusion but soon begins to puzzle the pieces. “So those were your pills?” He recalled that moment when he saw faint letters of a name, your name, printed on the bottle. It was a prescription. Your prescription.

“Yea, it was to help with my panic attacks,” you explain. Though, carefully not to give too much of your personal information. “While it helped, it also made me insensitive.” At that, Martin sat up straighter attentively listening to you.

“That’s why I got all these tattoos and piercings, I hoped I could feel the pain of the needle as it went right in.” You could still recall the piercer’s shocked expression when you exhibited no look of pain. You confirmed that you weren’t intoxicated and signed a waiver that everyone signs. Yet the piercer had counted to three with every piercing, and not once did you flinch.

Martin glanced up at the piercings on your face, “Did you?” He asked. You shook your head, moving your arms around, to show Martin the many tattoos. He thought of you brave for not even flinching at something so painful. As much as he appreciated tattoos, he would never get one on himself. The thought of needles made Martin a bit light headed.

“Are these the only tattoos you have?”

“No, I have more.” If your parents were still alive, they’d go crazy at the amount of tattoos you had.

“May I see?”

Your other tattoos and piercings were located in a more private area on your body, and you would’ve said no. But it was the ‘may I’ that made you agree.

Your fingers lifted the hem of your oversized t-shirt, neatly placing it next to you on the bed. You move your hair to the side, granting him more access and the art that took hours to create on your body.

Martin sat amazed, especially at one tattoo in particular. A long branch of wild flowers started between your clothed breasts, going down your hip and finally wrapping around your thigh. It was beautiful that he did not notice the belly button piercing just sitting below it.

The art piece was precise, fully detailed as possible that Martin knew it must've taken you multiple sessions to finish.

Inadvertently, Martin’s fingers start to trace one of the flowers, following the pattern down and down causing you to hitch your breath at the near proximity of where they were going.

“Beautiful,” Martin compliments under his breath. Your skin was so soft that he had no desire to take his hands away.

And you didn’t want him to either. You wanted Martin to continue exploring every inch of your body for his touch was feather-like and gentle, sparking something within you.

Martin looks at you and your eyes are warm and relaxed. His fingers suddenly halt at your inner thigh, right where the branch ends. “You want me to keep going?” He whispers, moving closer towards you, his hands ready to remove the unnecessary clothing until you said that one word of consent.

You licked your lips, feeling the heat from his body coming closer and forward. His lips were only a breath away from yours, awaiting an answer from you.

“Yes,” you whispered back, your head tilting upwards as you brushed your lips with his. The hand that he used earlier, grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you swiftly to close the small gap.

Your lips were just as he imagined them to be, perhaps even better as he pulled you by your underarms and sat you right on his lap, where you gasped at the hardness of his length pressing against your abdomen, feeling every solid inch of himself.

And there was plenty of him.

You continued to chase his lips, never once pausing for required air. The kiss was full of want and need that made you feel like a puddle on his arms. Shivers went down Martin’s back at the cooling sensation of your tongue piercing colliding with his own. Only then, he began to imagine what that piercing would feel like on his cock, resting right there on the bulbous tip where you would swallow every single drop of his come.

In his desperation, Martin’s hands went to unclasp your bra, only for you to tut at him, placing his hands on back on his sides. “No touching, I call the shots here.” You scolded him as if he were a little boy.

Martin’s jaw dropped at your dominant tone, not that he was complaining.

“Do you wanna feel with me?” You whispered, trailing your hands up and down his chest, now that you got rid of his shirt, admiring the light brown sprinkles of hair. His pectoral muscles flexing against your delicate touch.

He nodded vehemently— desperately, blue eyes staring at your cherry pink lips. “I wanna feel everything with you.” It was a want and a need right now.

“Take off your shorts,” he did as you commanded and you swore your insides clenched at the mouth watering view, “d-do not move or come until I tell you to. Understand?” You asked, keeping composure.

You sat behind him immediately after he said yes. A part of Martin was a bit confused on what you had planned for him but another part of him found the mystery of it all quite exciting. And he was right, his hips jolted forward as soon as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing so wonderfully.

Martin moaned as you gave open mouthed kisses all around his neck before your teeth grazed around the sensitive skin, marking what was yours. You did the same to the other side until you were satisfied and skin covered with love bites you wanted everyone to see outside his bedroom walls.

With the same hand, you slowly began to stroke his cock, pulling the foreskin up and down, your thumb resting at his baby pink tip, admiring the way it twitched with more of his arousal. Your other hand, reached to cup his balls, giving them a good squeeze. Combined, made Martin see stars.

“Oh…fuck,” he stuttered, feeling his end approaching.

You smirked, stroking his pretty cock faster. “If you come, I’ll punish you. And you won’t like it when I do, baby. I won’t show you any mercy.” The last guy you punished ended up passing out within seconds, and as much as you wanted to punish Martin, you needed him. Needed his cock inside you.

A part of him was intrigued at what you’d do, but Martin chose not to awaken that side of you. He wanted to be good so that he’d earn his reward. His release.

You watched as Martin kept control of his breathing, his hands fisting the sheets impossibly tight. Meanwhile you found yourself growing wetter and wetter at the little whines he let out.

This went about a few more minutes until Martin ran out of things to think about to not come. From his grandmother to his best mate, Will. While it worked, the need to release screamed louder with each fast stroke.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, I can't-can't hold it much longer!" Martin whined, as heat settled in his gut with each involuntary thrust up.

You grabbed his jaw to face you, noticing a few tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. You slowly swirled your thumb at the wet slit, causing Martin to sob loudly. “Aw, you wanna come?” You cooed, biting his earlobe not too harshly.

“Yes! Yes! Please! I beg you, I- I- need it!” Any more of your teasing, Martin was sure his dick would fall right off. “Please!” He begged yet again, his pretty blue eyes full of want and need.

When you finally were going to grant his release, he did the unexpected and touched you. Using your hand to stroke his cock at a much faster pace. Then Martin released a long moan of your name as ropes of his come gushed on his lower belly and your hand.

Finally, he came.

Just as he relaxed in your arms, he sat back up frozen in fear over what he had done.

“Did I say you could come?” You questioned, with an angry and dangerous tone. “I’m sorry–” Martin tried to apologize, holding your hand to prevent you from leaving. But you weren’t having it. Those sweet puppy eyes wouldn’t work on you anymore.

“Only good boys deserve to come. And since you were bad, you don’t get to come anymore–”

“But I am your good boy. I won’t do it again, I promise.” The dark haired brunette pleaded, caressing his head with your hand. “Please, I'll be so good to you.”

“Then prove to me how much of a good boy you really are, Martin.” His hands automatically shift you down the bed, ripping your fishnets right down the center of where he truly wanted to show you how good he was.

“No, I wanna sit on your face.” You briefly told him and Martin’s eyes widened with interest.

“Can you keep this on?” Martin pointed at your fishnets.

You agreed.

With great enthusiasm, Martin lays on the bed, ready to use his tongue on you. He hoped he wouldn’t disappoint you, never once did he receive a complaint about his head game. However, in those experiences he was the one in charge. Now, Martin was about to unlock a new experience he was set on trying for years.

After you rid yourself of your bra, you hurriedly crawled your way to Martin’s face, setting your knees on both sides of his face. Martin’s eyes darkened, not only at your heart shaped nipple piercings on both of your breasts, but the piercing over the small hood on top of your sex.

A clit piercing.

“Be a good boy,” you instructed before you lowered yourself on his mouth. Your hands gripped the metal bed frame for leverage as you slowly grind your cunt, back and forth.

Martin hummed, in total bliss at the taste of your sweet slick that was coating his face. You moan loudly as he moves his nose against your piercing, sending shocks of pleasure to your spine. His tongue feasts on you, licking the seam of your folds with each of your grinds.

You press your core closer to his face, unconcerned if Martin could breathe; not that he minded. It was a good way to die, though. And your jaw drops open with multiple breathless moans, once his tongue made its way inside your entrance, licking inside your quivering walls.

Martin’s eyes stared at you as you were lost in complete pleasure, you truly looked devine sitting on his face. He could come on just this alone, but he didn’t want to risk another punishment from you. Martin was set on being your good boy, so for now he had to follow your instructions.

“Yes, that’s it!” You rip one of your hands from the headboard and dig them into his hair, guiding him where you want him, as you are getting closer to that cliff of euphoria. Martin happily goes where you want him.

When you guide his head towards your bud, Martin moves his nose at a much faster speed. When you guide his head lower, Martin sucks and licks at your entrance vigorously.

“S-so good!” You praise and it took everything in Martin to not come.

Martin moans. The vibrations alone cause your thighs to shake and release multiple broken moans as that tight coil at the pit of your stomach finally snapped, triggering your release.

“Oh fuck, Martin!” You shout, pinching your hardened nipple for extra stimulation.

Martin laps every gush of your sweetness, licking you clean through your orgasm. He watches as the apple of your cheeks flush bright red, and your eyes flutter rapidly in what he thinks is bliss.

“I’m too sensitive now,” you whined as you laid down next to Martin, basking in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Martin frowns, he wanted to make you come another round, this time–with your permission– he’d use his fingers.

“Did I do good?” Martin asks as he lays on his side to face you.

“Perfect.”

“Do I get a reward?”

You throw your head back and laugh. “No.” You say as you straddle his hips, and Martin hisses when you grip the base of his cock, running the swollen head around your pussy, gathering wetness before you slid down.

Martin’s eyes roll in the back of his head over the smugness and warmth of your tight walls clamping down at him. The feeling of you was indescribable, heavenly; and he couldn’t do anything but groan and grip tightly at his sheets, desperately wanting you to move.

Once you adjusted to his overly girthy length, you began to grind your hips at an angle where you could feel the head of his cock kissing your cervix and hitting that special spot inside of you that had you cross-eyed.

Fuck he was big.

“I won’t be able to last much longer,” Martin warns, gasping at every clench you give.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Martin.” You snaked your fingers down your bud, circling your pierced clit before you came once again with a loud whine so unlike you.

However your eyes, in which you didn’t realize were closed, shot open as you felt Martin’s cock pulsate and instantly separated yourself from him causing him to whimper over the loss of contact.

“Please! I need-want to come inside of you!” He cried, chasing his hips towards your pussy.

You denied him that and started again.

Every round Martin was close to coming, you detach yourself from him. Until your hips became somewhat sluggish, Martin took you by surprise and threw you at the end of his bed, mounting you from behind. You were at a loss for words as he slid inside of you without warning, giving hard, fast, and needy thrusts.

“Be a good girl and take what I give you,” Martin mumbles as he grips the roots of your hair, forcing your head to look at him. “You don’t get to come anymore. Do you understand?”

You have no choice but to oblige.

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shaynawrites23 · 1 year ago

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For your 200 follower celebration!

💋: I'd like one with with Sirius black! And the number... 58!!!

Congratulations to you on hitting 200! That ought to be a big achievement! I love your work BTW! Keep going!

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Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Prompt: moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

Word count: 678

Warning: suggestive content, implied smut

A/N: im sorry this has been sitting in my inbox forever 😅 trying to stretch my writing muscles by doing a few blurbs before i write the longer requests, thought i'd clear out my inbox while im at it! whoever you are, anon, i thank you for the support and i hope you enjoy the drabble if you see this!

It started as a date. You haven't seen your boyfriend in some time, and the moment your schedules aligned, Sirius declared in his usual fashion that he was taking you out on a date.

In hindsight, you should have known it would end this way, and... maybe you wanted it to. You're dressed in the outfit he loves so much on you, smiled so innocently at him when he came to pick you up and ignored the way his breath hitched the moment he laid eyes on you. Or... well, Sirius believes you're only pretending not to notice.

He hasn't been able to keep his hands off of you all evening. A hand on your back, fingers tracing shapes on your thigh before he forces himself to let up on you slightly, hand reaching for yours, stealing a kiss every chance he gets... even as you leave, he has an arm around your waist, holding you close, smudging a kiss to your hairline paired with softly murmured words you don't catch.

And now...

Now, his lips are on yours before you've even entered your apartment; you're still blindly fumbling for your keys and have to push him away, just for a moment, else you're sure you'll be standing outside all night. He looks confused for a moment, and hurt, but then you're flinging the door open, tugging him inside with you by his belt loops, and the pieces click.

He kicks the door shut with his foot. You barely have time to register the dull slam of the wood before he's pulling you into him—or maybe you're dragging him closer by your hand on his collar—and he's groaning out a "fuck, so fuckin' pretty, darlin', my gorgeous girl-" before your mouths meet again, hot and greedy and wanting.

Sirius backs you up as he kisses you, strong hand gripping your hip. He knows the layout of your apartment well, too well for the way he bumps you against the corner of the dining table to be anything but carelessness. To his credit, he apologizes when you wince, hand moving to soothe the sore spot, but you've already forgotten about the incident, too lost in the way he's kissing you.

God, how you love his kisses. He has a way of kissing you so sweetly, moreso than you expected of a man like him, and that sweetness isn't lost even as his kisses turn deeper, hungry and impatient. Sirius kisses you like he wants you, like you're special, makes you feel like you're valuable, like you're worth it, and... and of course he does, you're all those things to him-

You're not given time to dwell on it, though, not with the way he's filling every corner of your mind. Sirius has quite the personality, too much for some, but you love him all the more for who he is. And right now, he's your breathtakingly handsome boyfriend who's leaning over you, pressing you onto your bed as he settles between your legs, and now your breath is catching in your throat.

"Merlin, look at you. My stunning girlfriend. Most attractive woman I've ever seen," he breathes when he pulls back to simultaneously catch his breath and admire you. You look like a work or art to him, a goddess, with tousled hair and kiss-swollen lips, panting and reaching for him like you miss him even though he's right there. He obliges, his weight pressing you further into the mattress as his teeth graze your pulse, his mouth kissing its way back up to yours. "Bet you did in on purpose, tryin' to test my restraint... darlin', don't you know what uou do to me when you dress up all pretty like that?"

Breathless and not about to admit you chose your outfit with him in mind, though you're certain he knows, you only shrug, and you feel his lips quirk into a smirk just under your jaw.

"Oh, gorgeous, I'm gonna show you just what it does to me."

That he certainly did.

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peachsayshi · 1 year ago

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deadass started reading ‘the way you love me’ after seeing the news abt gojo and i ended up pulling an all-nighter on it 🧍‍♀️ i wasnt intending on smut I just happened upon it bc of the ‘gojo satoru needs a hug’ tag on ao3 but now im a little bit obsessed and i just wanted to pass along a hug of support to a fellow gojo luvr<3 and also ask if u could maybe write something bittersweet with him bc im still grieving immensely.. can be canon compliant or an au or a lil fix-it blurb i just need to feel Something JSJSJD …..💔💔

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⥽ notes: nonniee!! ahhh, first off I'm sending you such a big hug after reading the leaks (because it's what we all deserve right now).I love this string bean so much :c he's the reason why I started writing fanfics again :c thank you so much for taking the time to read my gojo fic! I really appreciate the feedback & support xo here's a little bittersweet blurb xo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tags: angst/fluff; canon doesn't exist here; in which gojo wins but at a cost; reader has a little anxiety; in which you are both healing together; mentions gojo as a dad; manga spoilers

the image of him on the ground, tattered up like a torn up doll, has your body springing upright from your mattress. your legs go numb as your throat tightens with a discomfort that has you struggling to catch your breath from witnessing the soul of your lover descending into an unknown abyss where you couldn’t follow.

why did he look so real?

the visual sends tremors down your spine, making your heart bang heavily in your chest as your ears ring. you instantly reach for him; your hand desperately seeking out his warmth, but instead your are met with the cold touch of your pillow.

the space beside you is empty, and your heart whispers a low, and petrified: no.

you kick off your bedsheets to stand on your two feet and even though the abrupt gesture makes you a little lightheaded, you catch your balance as you swiftly walk out of your bedroom.

it’s just a dream…

one quick turn to the kitchen is where you find him.

you reach your arm around to pinch your skin just to make sure that you are awake...

...that everything around is what is real.

gojo angles his neck towards you, his gaze softening at the sight of you and a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

"I thought you were asleep," he addresses, the gentle tone of his voice prompting you to march right up to him.

the front of his brows pinch with concern when you reach for his tee and bury your nose into his chest to breathe in the cozy scent of spice and citrus.

a scent that always smells of coming home, of safety, of love...

hot tears prick your eyes; it was just a bad dream, you remind yourself, just a bad dream.

you tilt your chin up, sighing with ease when you meet those familiar irises, all the while thinking that he's still as breathtaking as ever.

you love that he's letting his hair grow out, the snowy length just grazing the base of his neck while the shorter, front layers frame his face nicely.

it's cute seeing him experiment with different looks in this very new process of self discovery - a stage which he was robbed from entirely in his youth.

his once striking, prominent eyes are now soft and muted, a hint of grey glazing over the sparkling blue. the tear in his right pupil reminds of you of that fateful night three years ago, when the weight of the world hung heavily on the broad shoulders of the man before you.

his perfect hands return the gesture of your touch as they seek out your waist, and the simple contact makes your lashes flutter with relief.

he may no longer be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, the possessor of six eyes, the untouchable with an infinity that garnered his protection...but he is still forever your satoru.

the last three years had you counting every single blessing, with the roots of your happiness blooming all over your home. it's in the gold band that sits comfortably around your ring finger, in every single photograph which has been thoughtfully framed and the bundle of joy sleeping quietly in her bed just down the hall.

yet, despite all of is, you can't shake off the vile cursed king who haunts you like a ghost, especially when you think about the true cost of that battle. if things had taken a turn for the worse then the last three years wouldn't even exist, and everything around you would have been a simple fabrication-

"hey," gojo squeezes your waist to grab your attention, a worried pout forming on his pretty pink lips, "why do you look so upset, angel?"

you swallow the hard lump that's been stuck in your throat since you've woken up. "I had a really bad dream," you proceed to explain, but your voice wavers instantly as a single tear trickles down your cheek, "I had a dream that I...that I lost you..."

your husband arches his brow, but you feel him relax against your touch as a cheeky grin lights up his face. "but I'm right here" he teases with a playful tone that instantly triggers you to feign annoyance.

"Ugh, obviously, satoru..." you scold, gripping your digits against the material of his shirt.

you try to pull away from him, but he simply secures his arms behind your lower back to keep you looped into his frame.

you don't deny the comfort of his embrace, and instead fold by circling your own limbs around his waist as you rest your cheek against his chest.

"I meant losing you for good, as in...never seeing you again..."

"ahh, I see..." your husband acknowledges.

"it scared me, satoru. it really did," you vent with a tiny sniffle. “I thought you were really gone for a moment…”

he draws small, soothing circles with his index finer on your lower back, allowing you to hold onto him for as long as you need while you softly let out your small sobs as the quiet settles around you.

“I can promise you one thing..."

"what's that?"

he releases you for only a moment to cup your cheeks. his face is full of love, showered with devotion that helps wash away your distress. he carefully wipes the rogue tears that fall from your beautiful eyes, before arching forward to tap the tip of his nose against yours.

"you're not getting rid of me that easily" he smiles tenderly and lightly pecks your lips.

his words are laced with confidence, dripping with a strong level of assurance that only satoru gojo can deliver.

it’s lighthearted but full of meaning, because the last time he said that sentence was right before walking into battle.

you curl your fingers around his wrist, parting your mouth this time when he searches for a second kiss. your ears burn when he firms his hold on your jaw, a low flame igniting in your belly as he glides his tongue across yours and releases a satisfied hum in the process.

the kiss is a little extra sweet tonight, like you're savoring the saccharine syrup of the ripest candied berries-

"hmph, 'toru?" you mumble into the kiss, your mind slowly leaving the shrouds of darkness as you rest your forehead comfortably against his. "were you…were you eating the treats that I got for 'ume?"

"what?" he dramatically scoffs in disbelief, "no..."

"satoru..." you reprimand.

"you really think I snuck out here just to eat izumi's candy?"

a tiny giggle escapes you, "you taste like I'm biting into sugar granules..."

"that's cause I'm made of only good things, sweetheart" he smiles as he nuzzles his nose against yours.

for whatever reason that answer brings you immense comfort. despite how much of him has actually changed, you're happy to know that satoru is still himself in many, many other ways.

"I now see where our daughter gets her exceptionally cute charm from," you concede with a roll of your eyes.

"mhmm," satoru agrees with a level of pride that makes your heart swell.

you know just how much that little girl means to him.

he straightens his back, his hand still cradling your face as he calmly strokes his thumb back and forth over your cheek. "feeling a bit better?"

you exhale, "yeah, a little-"

"you want to head back to bed?"

you nod your head, tilting it only slightly for you to kiss the inside of his palm.

“c’mon, let’s get you tucked in”

you’re not quick to let him go just yet, and satoru has to fight back from smiling like an idiot when you lock your arms around his waist.

he stays entangled, draping his own across your shoulder as he leads you back into the bedroom.

you don’t have to tell him where the source of your pain stems from.

he knows it all too well himself.

as a matter of fact, it’s now ingrained at the very core of satoru's soul because even he can’t deny the severity of what happened.

that night stripped him of everything he's ever known, of everything he’s ever believed himself to be…

but he doesn't care about the loss. he doesn’t mull over the depths of his sacrifice when the exchange of his divinity for his mortality meant the reward of living out the rest of his life with his one true love by his side.

it’s a decision he would have made a thousand times over.

#jjk manga spoilers #jjk spoilers #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojo x y/n

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luvrboydave · 1 year ago

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ur turning into one of my fav blogs omg omg… we need more dave content on here. rn i’m thinking abt slow and sensual sex w 1990s dave after the two of you have been crushing on each other for a while… maybe you grew up together n you’ve always had his back. kinda like the “it’s always been you” trope you feel me?

omg no way, your blog is literally the reason i made mine LMAO and i totally agree…there’s just not enough dave content on here!! no but listen…there’s something so sweet about 90s dave…he’s just got this happy, comforting aura to him, y’know what i mean? i love him sm

doing this in bullet point format because my brain is very messy and can’t structure a story rn...so this is just word vomit about the prompt

- dave has been infatuated with you since the two of you met in high school. you always supported him, no matter what he was going through. when he was kicked out of metallica, you were his shoulder to cry on, and when he formed megadeth, you were there to congratulate him

- bro fell for you SO HARD!!! he constantly buys you little gifts and tries to play it off as a friendly gesture…sayin things along the lines of “i saw this at the store earlier and i thought you’d like it” as he hands it to you. unfortunately, he’s oblivious to the fact that you also fell for him.

- one night in ‘92, dave drives you out to your guys’ fav hangout spot, and it’s definitely *not* a date. you both sit in his car, silently listening to some random led zeppelin song playing on the radio. out of the corner of your eye, you watch as dave takes a deep breath and turns towards you. “can i tell you something?” he asks, nervously running his fingers through his hair. You smile at him, “of course, what’s up?” “i’m in love with you,” he breathes out. your eyes go wide; you’re completely shocked by his confession. a short laugh escapes your lips, and you grab his hand, “well, i’m glad im not the only one that’s utterly in love with their best friend…”

- soon enough, dave has your back pressed into the cool leather of his backseat. he’s kissing you slowly and softly, ensuring you know how much he loves you. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible. your shirt rides up slightly as you push your hips upwards, and dave’s hands are immediately on the newly exposed skin, hands coming to rub your waist. dave kisses down your neck, pausing to whisper, “love you so much…it’s always been you, sweetheart.”

- once he’s got you fully undressed, dave makes his way down to your cunt. he presses his cheek up against your thigh and looks up at you, “wanna eat you out so bad, baby…” you weave your fingers into his hair and push his face towards your pussy, and he gladly complies.

- you moan as he slides his tongue over your drenched slit, tightening your grip on his hair when he takes your clit into his mouth. dave uses his thumbs to spread your fold apart, licking a flat stripe over your cunt before he turns his attention to your clit again.

- he sinks his middle and ring fingers into your cunt, fucking you with them nice n slow as his mouth is still attached to your clit. His other hand is wrapped around your thigh, keeping one leg in place over his shoulder. “dave- gonna cum,” you gasp breathlessly, rolling your hips up into his mouth. dave coaxes the orgasm out of you slowly, fingers curling up into you and hitting just the right spot. your eyes flutter shut as you cum, hands scrambling for purchase on anything you can find. after dave cleans up your messy cunt, he kisses back up your body, planting a sweet kiss on your lips again.

- you watch as dave unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down just enough for him to slip his cock out. he wraps a hand around the back of your knee, pushing one of your legs up to your chest. his other hand guides his tip to your entrance, teasing it against your cunt before slowly pushing in. once he bottoms out, he begins to fuck into you slowly. his pace is steady, but his thrusts are deep; the head of his cock brushes against your cervix with every thrust. dave leans down to whisper in your ear, pressing his weight into you. “so fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart. wanted you for so long, y’know…thought about this every day.” he grunts, pace faltering ever so slightly.

- dave brings snakes down to your cunt, thumb beginning to rub at your clit, adding to your already overwhelming pleasure. you can feel your orgasm swelling up again, one hand moving up to grip dave’s shoulder and the other pressing onto the foggy window. your pussy flutters around him, and you cry out, signalling to him that you’re cumming. he continues to fuck into you, helping you ride out your intense orgasm again. pulling out of you with a loud groan, dave wraps his hand around his cock and jerks himself off until he cums onto your cunt.

- dave smiles down at you, leaning in to steal another kiss from your lips before looking for something to clean you up with. after he wipes you down, you sit up and watch him tuck himself back into his jeans. He looks over to you, a bright smile on his face, “i meant all that shit i said, y’know…” you nod and return his smile, laughing slightly, “this was kind of a weird way to ask me to be your girlfriend, but the answer is yes.”

#dave mustaine smut #megadeth smut #metallica smut #dave mustaine x reader #asks and replies

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the-eyes-of-andyserkis · 1 year ago

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Bringin' Home the Rain - Chapter 5: "Foundations"

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Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader Word count: 8.8K Chapters: 5/5 Rating: Explicit

Chapter Summary: You've passed the point of no return, but even now Ulysses Klaue seems determined to drive you mad.

Warnings: Explicit Rating, Alcohol, Blood and Injury, Minor Injuries, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mild Age Difference, Reader is Late 30s, Masturbation, Smut, Smutty Smut, The Smutty Kind of Smut, Smut With Accidental Feelings, PWP, But a bit of Plot if you squint, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Teasing, Oral (M! Receiving), Reference to Predator/Prey, Vaginal Fingering, Soft Dom, Hair pulling, Begging, Finger Sucking, Spanking, Nipple Play, Oral (F! Receiving), Cock Warming, Mild Size Kink, Daddy Kink, Unprotected PIV, Creampie, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Needy Dom, Aftercare

A/N: Well, here we go! I really want to thank everyone so much for reading and following along as I figured this out, and anyone who has commented or left feedback in any way has been so appreciated. 💕 This started a three chapter rough draft back in May 2021, and has been sitting in the back of my mind since then. I'm so happy that I started this blog and found some lovely people who maybe would want to read a silly little fic I wrote, otherwise this likely wouldn't have seen the light of day!

So, thank you again for reading, mind the new tags, and I hope you enjoy this final chapter. 😉

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Title is from the song "Bringin' Home the Rain" by The Builders and the Butchers.

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You're evil as the demons that haunt you Forgetting what it was that they taught you And now there's no one left to stop you Or to catch you when you drop

“Now, take your clothes off for me.”

You hear the words but your vision is still swimming, your limbs shaky and hot, and with the ghost of his fingers still lingering against your tongue you can only stare as he pulls his belt all the way through the loops, dropping it to the floor with a metallic thud.

The sound of your name cuts through your reverie.

“Did you hear me?” Klaue prompts.

“I did.” You give him a languorous smile, your hands drifting to the hem of your shirt. “It’s just that I was...still thinking about your fingers in my mouth.”

“Yes, you do seem to like using your mouth.” Klaue huffs a laugh before his eyes harden. “It’s going to get you into trouble.”

“I’m not already in trouble?” Tilting your head you frown in mock inquisitiveness.

“I haven’t decided yet.” Klaue replies slowly, pointedly flicking his eyes to where your hands continue to linger at your waist.

“What happens when you decide?” You ask, shifting on your feet when his eyes lock with yours, the flicker you can see even in the dim light daring you to find out.

"Take off…your clothes." Klaue’s voice is gravely quiet, and not filled with an abundance of patience.

Taking a steadying breath and fighting the temptation to keep pushing, you finally start to follow his command. You remove your boots first, glancing up to see him watching you intently, heat flaring low in your belly at the pleased look in his eyes. Straightening back up you lift your shirt smoothly over your head and let it drop to the floor, his eyes following your hands to where your thumbs hook in the waistband of your pants, pushing them past your hips and down your legs until you can step out and kick them to the side.

It had been on a whim that you’d chosen the underwear you did when you went back to your room to hurriedly change, the only set that wasn’t purely utilitarian. You had rolled your eyes at yourself at the time - what do you even expect to happen - but now you’re grateful for the impulse as you straighten your shoulders and wait, letting him take in the sight of you in black lace, the animal hunger on his face making your cunt throb.

“Not done”, Klaue rumbles, the smirk on his lips belying the control that you can sense slipping. An expectant look falls quickly into impatience while his fingers work to free the last of the buttons on his shirt until it’s hanging open, and you lick your lips when you see the grey flecked curls that spread across his chest and down his broad abdomen.

The air in the room feels charged and a shiver ripples beneath your skin as you bring your hands up behind your back where your fingers find and release the clasp there, then ease the straps from your shoulders, slowly exposing your breasts before letting it fall to the floor with the rest. It’s a heady feeling watching Klaue’s eyes slide a shade darker as they pass hungrily over your body, like the first sip of honeyed liquor that burns your throat but leaves a sweet tingle on your lips.

You feel somehow more than just exposed under his gaze, as though he were seeing deeper than your skin, finding a hidden sliver that you didn’t know existed at the core of you. You find that you desperately want to know what it feels like to stand fully naked in front of him, want to know what else he’ll see, anticipation sending a shiver down your spine when your fingers ghost along the band of your underwear.

“Wait.”

You stop at the word, your brows creasing with a faint frown.

“Turn around,” he continues.

Though you’re uncertain at the shift you do what he says, slowly turning around and then waiting, considering what he might want.

“Did I say stop?” Klaue husks. “I don’t think I said stop.”

An idea swirls into your mind, then. With your back to him you start to tilt forward at the waist while at the same time slowly sliding your underwear down your legs, continuing to bend further than you realistically need to until the fabric is at your ankles, your position now a mimic of what you had done earlier in your workroom. Only this time there’s nothing covering you.

You tilt your ass up to expose yourself further, and when you chance a look back you see that Klaue's eyes are fixed between your thighs, his lips slightly parted, and you know that he can see what you can feel, your folds wet and shining from what an afternoon of frustration and just his fingers had done to you. When you start to straighten back up you hear a rough whisper.

“Don’t move.”

Keeping your hands braced against your shins you listen to Klaue’s heavy footsteps approach, feel him stop just behind you, and then you flinch at the skimming touch of his fingers along the outside of your hips as he traces your curves before sliding up to fit his hands in the dip of your waist. You can imagine him gripping you like this to fuck you back onto his cock and you think - hope - that’s what’s about to happen, but then he’s sliding his hands back down to your thighs, and when he nudges the backs of your heels you lose your balance and have to quickly reach your hands out to catch yourself on the edge of the mattress.

You hear him shifting and suddenly Ulysses Klaue is kneeling behind you, directly in line with your sex.

“Such a pretty cunt,” he murmurs as he settles behind you. “Is this what you wanted to show me?” His words are teasing as he drags his fingernails along the backs of your thighs and up over the curve of your hips. Stealing your words with his touch you can only gasp as he continues trailing a path across the sensitive line where your thighs and ass meet, goosebumps flushing across your skin and you shift awkwardly, trying to squeeze your legs together to get some relief from his inflaming touch.

Just as you’re starting to sink into the sensation of it he spreads his hands flat on your ass, gripping you firmly to spread you open, his thumbs playing near your soaked entrance where he can see your slick mixing with fresh arousal and starting to drip down your thighs.

“Is this all for me, darling?” His words make you shiver and you’re sure that he sees your muscles clench in response.

“Yes,” you moan, greedily pressing yourself back into his hands. “God, yes.” Your body trembles and you start to pant as he continues to tease you, skimming just around the edges of your folds. His breath is warm on the backs of your thighs and you think he’s going to put his mouth on you but then he moves away, sliding his hands down your legs instead.

“Don’t move your hands,” he directs you, helping you step out of your underwear while you’re still bent over and then standing back up.

Your hips slide back, seeking him, and you don’t have to move far before you’re pressing against the tented fabric that’s stretched across the curve of his cock. He keeps his hands at his sides as you roll your slick center along the hard ridge him, your mind going loose and syrupy at the sensation as you lose yourself in the building heat of it, but then he pulls away from you causing your hips to dip back as you lose the resistance, and he chuckles at your whine of protest.

"Look at the mess you made." he tsks, the front of his pants now damp from where you were rubbing yourself against him.

"I think you're the one who made that mess," you reply, breathless. It's not your fault what he does to you, after all.

Jumping at the sound before you actually feel it, the sharp slap on your ass sends a spike of heat up your spine and your eyes are wide when you jerk your head to look back over your shoulder, fists tightening in the fabric under your hands.

Klaue is completely still other than a slow furling and unfurling of his fingers.

Your mind is heavy with arousal yet simultaneously crystal clear. Your eyelids are heavy now as you look from his hand back to his face, fighting the giddy smile that’s sliding across your mouth as you sigh and arch your hips in acquiescence.

A grin curves his lips as he lands another smack, harder this time, keeping his palm against your ass and massaging the spot that’s heating up now. Leaning over you his other hand slides into your hair and then he’s gripping it tight and pulling you back up, and you feel briefly weightless as the brace of the bed suddenly disappears from under your hands.

Pressing his face against your neck the scruff of his beard prickles against your hot skin, the musk of him filling your senses.

"Who made this mess?" He growls in your ear. It’s not a question.

"I did," you pant.

The third time his hand makes contact is the hardest and you yelp at the sharp sting that sits on the penumbra of pleasure and pain and you moan at both as you grind your ass back into his hand, the heat in your core coiling out into every limb.

"Would you like more," he squeezes your reddening cheek to emphasize his meaning. “Or would you prefer that I fuck you?"

"Mor- no, wait!” Your senses are reeling and it takes a good few seconds to straighten out your thoughts. “Fuck me, please." You feel him laugh against you at your panicked stammer.

Releasing your hair, he turns you around.

"Are you going to listen, then?"

"Yes." you answer firmly, a pleased spark illuminating his eyes.

Now that you’re facing him, though, your attention is drawn to his bare chest and suddenly all you can think of is touching him. You need to feel his skin.

At first Klaue watches your hands warily as they start to move so you're relieved that he doesn’t stop you when you slide them up his chest, soft hair and warm skin beneath your fingers feeling like an indulgence after how many times you’ve thought about it.

Dipping under the edges of his unbuttoned shirt you push the fabric aside, helping slide it off his shoulders and arms until it drops to the floor. For a moment you just look at him, taking in the firm curves of broad muscle, the way the tendons flex in his neck and jaw when your hands continue to wander across the broad planes of tattooed skin, fingers finding pathways between the ink, trailing over his belly and inexorably down to the tantalizing vee of muscle that dips below his waistband.

Klaue’s breath hitches when your hand slides over his erection and he quickly grabs your wrist, halting your exploration.

“None of that now, darling," his voice trembles and you're pleased that you've managed to bring down a corner of his defenses, even though you can immediately sense them strengthening again.

“Sit down,” he commands, stepping you backward with hands on your hips until your knees hit the mattress and you can’t help but tip back, landing with a bounce. Klaue follows you down so that he’s on his knees again, in front of you now.

”I’m..still not sure if I-” you start to reiterate your uncertainty, but your words trail off when his fingers press into the soft flesh above your knees, firmly coaxing your legs open. Leaning back on your hands you’re mesmerized by the sight of Klaue kneeling in front of you, his eyes heavy and focused only on your cunt as your slick folds open up for him.

"I’m going to taste you," he says with a rough sigh.

Not a request but a foregone conclusion as broad hands slide up your thighs to span flat across your hips, pressing into the curve where they meet your thighs and framing your cunt as an artist deciding where to begin. His thumbs press and spread you open so that a little more of you is exposed, skating inward but not quite reaching your cleft.

Taking you by surprise he suddenly leans forward and you gasp when his mouth closes around one of your nipples, holding it between his lips and quickly flicking his tongue across the very tip of the sensitive peak before releasing it and moving to give equal treatment to the other. Your body arches as sparks of bright heat jolt from the point where his tongue is awakening your nerves to slide straight down to your core.

Klaue keeps a tight grip on your hips to fix you in place as you writhe and he presses more firmly with the tip of his tongue, continuing to flick and circle while your body stiffens with waves of clenching ache until you’re breathless and trembling, your knees reflexively squeezing his waist where he sits between them.

You’re starting to think that you’d be ok if he just kept doing this when with one last flick of his tongue he sits back onto his heels and presses his lips to the inside of your knee, the drag of his beard tickling your skin.

“You’re rather sensitive there, darling.” he teases.

“Mmmyeah.” you pant, still breathless. “I think- I think maybe you could do that all night if you wanted.”

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” Klaue smiles against your skin and you try to ignore the swirl of hope at his words, at the thought that this won’t be the only time, that maybe he’ll want this - want you - again.

Your legs start to open wider of their own accord as his lips slide closer to your aching center, but when your arms buckle and you start to lie back he stops you, reaching an arm around your waist to drag you back to sitting.

“Stay like this,” he says firmly. “I want you to watch." His full lips are wet and glistening, matching the shine he’s left on your breasts, and when you nod they return to your thigh, sucking on the soft skin for a few moments before moving to find a new spot, leaving a trail of faint, rose petal bruises for you to discover later. It’s a concerted effort to brace your arms and hold yourself up as he continues his path inward, but you manage. Because right now the only thing you want is to be good.

Anticipation fills your lungs, leaving room for almost nothing else as he finally reaches your mound and pauses to inhale you before meeting your eyes as if to make sure they’re still on him, his hands spreading you open to expose all of you now, shining and swollen, and a shuddering gasp escapes your lips when his tongue flicks out to finally taste you.

The tip of his tongue explores you slowly, sliding through your folds, tasting, divining, making soft, wet noises as he starts to take you apart at the seams and you’re shocked at the delicate violence of it.

"Sweet cunt." You almost don't hear Klaue’s whispered groan as he drags his nose through the thatch of hair between your thighs, inhaling you more deeply, and then for a moment he stops and looks at you; not moving, just looking as his breathing becomes slow and rough.

His attention should make you self-conscious but it's just making you more turned on and you’re sure he can see fresh arousal coating your sex, but you don’t have time to wonder about much else because then his lips close over your clit, dragging a moan from your throat as you try to control the buck of your hips while still trying to keep yourself upright.

He doesn’t use his tongue now, instead he simply rests his lips against the sensitive bud and then slides slowly across it in a teasing drag, slipping and gliding against your inflamed nerves until you’re nearly on the edge from the slick friction, startled by how quickly the heat is pooling as his lips gently torture you, and then-

-he pulls back again, returning to his previous activity of kissing your thighs.

“Fuck, why’dyoustopkeepgoing.’ You breathe out all in a rush.

“Are you sure?” He asks, his question infuriatingly coy.

“What?? Yes, oh my god,” you whine, rolling your hips against nothing and Klaue raises a Puckish eyebrow as you awkwardly writhe in front of him.

“You didn’t seem sure, before.”

“Jesus, I am now, ok?” You know how pathetic you sound but can’t manage to care.

“Of what?” he coaxes you “Tell me.”

“That I want you to eat my pussy,” you moan, unable to hold back the desperation from your voice. “I want you to make me come on your tongue. Please.”

"Well, since you asked so nicely." His eyes flick back up to meet your pleading gaze. "But I'm going to need you to say my name first, darling."

"Please, Ulysses." With a rock of your hips you sigh his name.

He groans, rolling his erection against the side of the mattress.

"That does sound lovely coming out of your mouth," he grits, eyes still on you. "But that's not what I meant.” Klaue’s voice goes deep, and the timbre of it combined with the Cheshire grin on his lips tells you exactly what he meant.

You laugh, suddenly giddy as it dawns on you, and it’s not that you’re averse to it but the only time you’d said it before it had felt silly more than anything and you almost had to stifle a laugh at how out of place it sounded coming out of your mouth. But now, open and needy and aching for this man, every nerve desperate to burst into flame, you realize that you want to.

“Say my name and I’ll take care of you, Mot.”

It feels worshipful, the whispered groan against your thigh. You watch him transcribing a prayer of fitful shapes on your skin with his tongue, tracing patterns older than Eros that you wish he were drawing on your clit instead, and then you feel something breaking open inside of you and it comes out in a rush of desperation mixed with utter certainty.

“Please, daddy. I need your mouth on my pussy, make me come, please.”

The last word falls to a keening cry when his mouth closes over you, no tentative exploration now as his tongue slides obscenely through every dip and fold of your sex, making sure he leaves none of you untouched, licking and sucking and truly tasting you now, the wet sounds he’s making against your cunt obscenely loud in the small room.

Then he drags his tongue down lower to dip inside of your entrance, his mouth open and panting over you and your arms shake as you watch him press further inside of you, tasting your essence as it leaks out onto his tongue.

He pulls away again but your moan transforms from protest to pleasure when he slides his middle finger into you the same way did when he had you against the wall, but now with you spread open like this he can press deeper, all the way to the knuckle and you can feel the ridges of the rings on his fingers bumping against your sex as he slowly strokes in and out of your tight heat. Your head lolls back when he adds his index finger and even though it’s a tease of what you really crave, the sweet stretch of it makes you sigh in relief.

"If just two fingers has you in such a state I can't wait to hear the sound you make when you take my cock.” You clench around his fingers at the deep rumble of his words and you can feel yourself sliding closer to the edge when he swipes his thumb over your aching bud.

"You don't have to wait," you reply, pleading, feeling your mind slipping away as an aching pressure swells deep inside you.

"But you do." he growls back, continuing the slow stretching pump of his fingers, watching where they disappear, slick and shining inside of you. “Because right now you’re going to come for me.” Klaue returns his mouth to your clit, pressing his tongue flat and stroking you firmly, the needy movements of your hips giving him their rhythm to follow.

You try to stay upright but as your pleasure builds your arms buckle he doesn’t protest this time when you fall to your back, instead he simply moves one of your legs with his free hand until it’s positioned on his shoulder and then wrapping his arm up and around your thigh

Done with words now you can only make soft pleading whines with every ripple of Klaue’s tongue, his compulsion to tease you finally replaced with a single-minded determination to devour you. Capturing your clit in his mouth he draws his lips up and over the sensitive bud, releasing it with a soft, wet suck, continuing this until the rock of your hips becomes a little sharper and then starting to trace patterns with his tongue, searching for and finding the angle that makes you stiffen and working that spot until you’re trembling against his mouth.

The sensation keeps building hot and fierce and you feel like you should have peaked but you’re still rising. You can feel it deep in your core, in your thighs, curled behind your sternum and you can only inhale short gasps, your hands trying to grip the blankets above your head in your fists in an attempt to tether yourself.

You’re not in control of your body any more, nor the sounds that you’re making as you moan unintelligible sacraments and when you nearly buck him off he pulls his fingers out of you to quickly grip your other leg, and you can feel the flex of his biceps against your thighs, pinning you, keeping you locked in place under his mouth.

“Ulysses??” Not a question but a plea, it’s the only word you can form right now as your vision blurs at the edges and for a split second you’re afraid he’ll stop, but then he’s groaning against your cunt, lips trapping and sucking your clit with a sudden fluttering suction and your back arches off the bed as you finally crash blindly into your climax.

It hits you like a wave in the ocean and you dimly hear yourself crying out as you tumble blindly, barely able to catch your breath between the waves of it as he continues to suck and circle your swollen bud with his tongue, unrelenting as you writhe and moan and if you could form words you might be begging him not to stop, oh god please don’t stop.

When your trembling hips finally start to relax into a softer rock against his mouth Klaue releases your clit and slides his tongue down to where you’re soaked now and then licks a stripe all the way back up your slit before resting his open mouth over your sex, soft and warm, and you shudder at the vibration that spirals through you as he moans softly, drinking in the last pulsing waves of your orgasm that roll against his tongue.

Cool air soothes your heated flesh when he finally pulls off of you, untwining his arms from your legs and standing up. As your vision swims back you’re half aware of him removing the rest of his clothes and boots.

“I think you’re ready for me to fuck you now, hm?” He looks down, smirking at the sight of you limp and panting on the bed, fabric still gripped tight in your fists.

That snaps you out of it. Your eyes fly open to see his broad, inked form standing over you, the scruff of his beard still glistening with your release, and when you see his cock hanging heavy against his thick thighs you sigh and instinctively open your legs wider, your body still aching for him, to be filled by him.

“Please,” You sigh with a languid nod as he steps back towards you.

”Impatient, are we?” Klaue taunts, the mattress dipping as he kneels and slides an arm under the arch of your waist to move you, always so damn smug as if it wasn't his intent all along to make you this way,

“Back” he says, and you try to help but barely have a chance to react before he’s lifting you, hauling you up the bed and you can only hold on to his shoulders and brace yourself until he has you positioned where he wants before pushing himself back up to kneel between your thighs, his hands quickly coaxing your legs back open.

“Beautiful,” he sighs, and when you glance up at his face you’re surprised to find him looking directly into your eyes, and now you feel self-conscious. A rosy flush blooms across your chest and you’re burning so hot you almost can’t stand it, you need to get out from under his gaze so you reach for his hands where they rest on your knees, running over his fingers and up his forearms.

“I need you. Need you inside me.” You moan and he inhales a sharp hiss through his teeth when your hand wraps around his cock, the tip dark and shining, and you can’t help a hum of appreciation as you grip him, hot and velvety under your fingers.

"Jesus, you’re so fucking hard. Liked eating my pussy that much, did you?" You sigh, sliding your thumb along the sensitive underside of the head.

"Stop." Klaue’s voice is dangerously quiet and you barely hear him, so distracted by the way he's thrusting slightly into your hand.

"Stop." He growls louder through clenched teeth and releases your legs from his grip. "Or you'll get nothing."

Your stomach drops as you quickly pull your hand away, yet even while hoping that you look appropriately chastised, you can’t help when your eyes are drawn to where his cock is resting on your abdomen. While you're certainly becoming quite familiar with him you only now seem to realize just how big he actually is as you look at the length of him lying thick and heavy against you, framed by the vee of your thighs.

"Oh." You release a shaky breath and he smiles at your expression of realization, licking your lips as you consider the reality of fitting him inside of you.

He doesn't touch you or himself for the moment, simply watches you with an appraising stare as you start to writhe nervously, and it’s not long before you let out a frustrated whine and adjust your hips so that you can rub your sex along his rigid length. But the friction isn’t nearly enough when his cock is so fucking close to where you want it, so you try to pull back enough that you can coax him towards to your entrance.

“God, please," you beg. "You’re going to drive me insane. I need you to fuck me. Ok? Don’t you want to feel how wet you made me? How tight I am for you?” You look up at him, desperation in your eyes.

Klaue’s eyes darken and he doesn’t have to say it this time, the command is clear from his expression and the way his hands move back to your legs, fingers digging into your flesh, and you close your eyes and work to still yourself until the only movement is the rise and fall of your chest.

“You’re learning,” he says with a pleased look. “Good girl.” Rewarding you by pushing your knees further back toward your shoulders he grips his cock and drags the tip through your folds, slicking himself up before sliding down until the thick head finds your soaked entrance.

Realizing that you can feel him shaking, you glance up to see him watching you, the crease between his brows deep with concentration as he waits, and only when you meet his eyes does he start to press forward.

Your eyelids flutter and a sigh of relief slips from your throat as he finally starts to stretch you open with a shallow thrust, pushing in just a couple of inches before pulling back out. Then another slow rock of his hips and he slides a little deeper now, his controlled movements making you acutely aware of every shift, every ridge of him as his cock drags against your inner walls.

Klaue may be taking his time and letting you adjust to him but his features are tight with focus, sweat beading on his brow, and you can feel him working to hold himself back. His breath hitches as he presses forward against, watching where he’s disappearing inside of you until he’s maybe halfway sheathed.

Just this stretch is already more than you expected, and even though it feels so fucking good and you just want to open up and take all of him you can’t help the tension that coils within you, and he must notice because you hear the rough gravel of his voice drifting up through the delicious ache of it all.

“Relax,” he hushes and leans over you, moving until his mouth is hovering above yours, flicking his tongue against your lips to coax them open and when they part as you tip your head up to meet him he captures your mouth, immediately licking deeper as you respond eagerly. Tasting yourself on his tongue as he deepens the kiss you can feel yourself softening, opening for him, and when you roll your hips again he slides a little deeper, your moan deepening in kind as you stretch to accommodate his girth.

You let your hands slide across his shoulders, running up around the back of his neck and over the prickle of his shorn hair and he grunts against your mouth as you take him another inch. Pulling away from the kiss he drags his lips to you neck, raising goosebumps where his tongue laves across your skin, and when you feel his teeth slide along the curve of your shoulder your entire body arches all at once and you’re shuddering and rutting until he’s completely sheathed, the rough hair at the base of him pressed flush against the inside of your thighs.

"That's it. Knew you could do it." Then he’s pulling all the way back out of you and you’re whining at the loss even as your chest swells from his praise.

"Look at me.” His low command brings your focus back to him as he lines himself up again, chest heaving as he presses just inside of you, that intoxicating, molten look returning to his eyes. "You tell me if it's too much. Understand?"

You weren't quite expecting that, and it takes a moment to wrap your head around the shift.

"Because I'm done being gentle," he grits out and your skin prickles with anticipation as you moan and rock your hips, trying to take him further inside of you, but he holds you in place, waiting for you to acknowledge him.

"I understand." You finally say with a nod, and hunger singes the edges of his smile at your words.

A strangled cry wrenches from your throat as he buries himself in you with a merciless thrust, tears pricking the corners of your eyes at the bittersweet pleasure of the sudden breach, and the relief of finally having him coupled with the blissful sound of his long groan as he enters you has the feeling of gold light sliding through your veins. Giving you no further chance to adjust he thrusts again, and again, grunting every time he bottoms out and you try and fail to stifle your cries as he hits the deepest part of you, fucking you with hard, steady strokes.

With another thrust he suddenly stills, keeping himself fully sheathed in your tight heat, using his weight to press himself as deep into you as he can and leaving you desperately trying to writhe your hips beneath him even though it’s pointless, because he now has you effectively pinned to the bed with his cock.

“Jesus, you feel-” he drops his head and pants against your neck, his words dripping against your skin like burnt honey. “You’re so fucking tight. Perfect cunt.”

"What are you doing?" You moan, swallowing a sob. The sensation of him buried in you like this is beyond intense, it’s all you can feel, every shred of your awareness tied to where all of him is stretching and filling you and you're not sure if you can take it, yet you still need more.

“What's the matter, darling?" Bracing on his elbows Klaue looks down into your face, seeming to enjoy your sweet agony beneath him. "I'm giving you what you wanted. Been begging for my cock all night, said you wanted me to make you take every inch of it. So you’re fucking taking it now, aren’t you?” His only movement is a roll of his hips to push himself deeper.

You can barely form a coherent thought, pleading curses falling from your lips as you’re caught in a whirlpool of bare, mewling need.

"You've been so good for me.” He rolls his hips again. “But you've also been mouthy.” He chides and with a frustrated noise you hook your legs around his waist, pressing your heels into the small of his back to try to find some purchase to rock beneath him. “But you knew you weren’t going to get away with that, didn’t you?”

The taunt of his knowing words suddenly brings you back, a reckless tingle sharpening your thoughts, and even though you’re fairly certain that you’re going to lose your mind from the overwhelming and relentless stretch of him, you force yourself to take deep breaths until your head starts to clear and your body relaxes, making it seem as though you’re giving in to him.

Then, eyes heavy with lust you lean your head up, your voice low and needy when you whimper against his ear.

"But I thought you said you were going to fuck me, daddy."

Klaue’s smile is wild and a spike of adrenaline courses through you when he pushes himself back up, and abandoning whatever plans he had to continue teasing you he hooks your knees in the crooks of his elbows, forcing your legs back and open as he leans over you, bracing his hands on either side of your body and thrusting into you with a punishing snap of his hips. Pinned beneath the weight of him you can only cry out at how deep his cock feels now as he starts driving into you hard and fast.

“You mean, like this?" he growls above you, your only reply a stuttered “yes yes yes” as he finally fucks you, as he finally lets go, sweat dampening his curls and slicking your thighs, making the slap of his hips against yours wet and loud as he fucks into you, barely giving you a chance to breathe.

"Poor thing, did you think I wasn't going to fuck this needy little cunt of yours like you deserve?"

You can’t think of anything beyond how good you feel, the solid mass of him pressing down, shaping you beneath him so that you fit together the way he seemed to know that you would, replacing the ache of need with the ache of being split open and impossibly full.

“Christ, you feel so- is this where you want me? Tell me where.” Klaue stammers, a desperate edge to his words and you understand what he’s asking.

“Come inside me, please.” You beg, desperate to feel him.

“Come on my cock then, darling, and I'll give it to you,” he grits through clenched teeth, fucking into you deeper, pulling out as little as possible now and every roll of his hips creates an agonizing friction against your clit. The delicious mix of agony and pleasure with every thrust builds up and up and up until with a clenching cry your orgasm surges through you and you surrender to the feeling of everything all at once: heat and cold, tension and liquid, pitch dark and blinding light, and even through the thick haze of it you have a clear awareness that he’s ruined you completely, because how could you possibly want anything else after this?

Klaue is lost in you now as your cunt grips his cock, groaning praises as he fucks you through it until you feel his rhythm become frantic, his features twisting in ecstasy and then with a final rough thrust he stills, shaking against you until with guttural moan you feel his cock throb as he spills himself inside you. Releasing one of your legs he grips your shoulder and pulls you against him, keeping himself buried as deep as possible as he shudders, hips jerking against yours and you moan in bliss as you feel the warmth of his spend coating your walls, filling every last inch of you completely.

Eventually he releases your other leg and falls against you, though you keep your legs wrapped around his waist as you run your hands across his shoulders and catch your breath.

“Fucking made for me, darling,” he pants into your neck. “Could fuck you all night. My god."

You can only make a sound that’s a cross between a protest and a laugh at his admission.

"Hmm, maybe not this time." His low chuckle vibrating through you. "But you are going to give me one more."

You laugh again, not thinking that he could be serious as he pushes himself back up to kneeling, but when you look up at him you catch the rough glint in his eyes as he watches you expectantly.

“Wait, you’re not..I already- ”

"And I," he cuts you off with a quick thrust, "already told you that you're going to come as many times as I want.”

You shake your head, incredulous even as you become distinctly aware that he’s still hard inside you.

"Jesus, I- Ulysses, I really don't think I can."

"It also seems like you still have a few too many thoughts in that head of yours, don’t you?" He taunts while his hands slide across your hips and up the curve of your waist.

"Yes," you whisper, dropping your head as you recognize your own words spoken back to you.

"I want that to stop." He thrusts again, slowly, and the squelching slide back into you has you groaning as he watches the mess of his cum mixed with your release leaking out from where you're joined, dripping down to stain the fabric beneath you.

Gathering some of the mixture from where his cock still stretches you open Klaue drags his thumb back up to your clit, using the sticky slick of both of you to slide just around the over-sensitive bud and you whimper as eddies of heat start to swirl again, unable to help the rock of your hips as he teases your aching flesh.

“There she is,” he hums as your muscles flutter around him, but it’s still so much and you can't quite let yourself submit to it. Squeezing your eyes shut you try to just focus on your breath as he continues to gently nudge your clit with a slippery thumb.

"Are you fighting it?" he asks, a fierce mirth in his voice. "That isn't going to work."

You reach your hands up to grip the slats of the headboard, and though you’re not sure whether it’s to brace yourself or to pull away Klaue seems to take it as the latter because he's gripping your hips and pulling you firmly against him, sliding his cock back into you in an agonizing grind, more of his cum leaking out of you as he presses deep.

“Please, let me feel your perfect, greedy cunt squeeze my cock one more time."

The unexpected neediness in Klaue's voice sends another thrill of heat through your core.

“I want to. For you.” You sigh, licking your lips when you feel him twitch inside of you at your words.

“Then just breathe, darling.” The low grit of Klaue's voice soothes you as he slides his hands up your thighs and stomach to cup your breasts, brushing over your nipples before rolling them gently between a thumb and forefinger and making a satisfied grunt when you clench around him.

Reaching further up he tugs at your arms, coaxing your hands away from the headboard and positioning them behind your knees so that you can hold yourself open for him.

“Just like that.” His words are deep and pleased as he admires you, a hand moving to your cheek, and you can’t help pressing into his palm.

When his thumb brushes against the corner of your mouth you unconsciously turn your head to flick your tongue out and then he’s quickly pushing past your lips, letting you swirl your tongue around the digit for a few moments before pulling it out and sliding his first two fingers in to replace it, a heated grin curling his lips as he feels you relax into his touch.

“Just need everything, don’t you?” His eyes are a tempest blue as he looks down at you.

You can only hum around his fingers in reply, keeping your eyes on his as you take them deeper into your mouth, sucking and sliding your lips around them, and then he's pressing against your tongue, fingertips reaching the back of your throat so that you gag slightly, the ripple running from your neck down your spine to where you arch and roll your hips.

He continues this until your eyelids get heavy, your mind slipping away as he fucks his fingers into your mouth, his other hand returning to your center where he rests his thumb just against your clit, allowing you to take what you need, the rock of your hips becoming more insistent as you feel the heat of the orgasm he wants from you starting to rise.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth he instead grips your thigh below where where your own fingernails are digging crescents into your skin as the pleasure swells up, every muscle taut, your cunt tightening around his girth until you’re almost pushing him out but he ruts forward to keep himself seated deep inside of you.

“There you go, I can feel it.” Klaue's face is a mask of concentrated lust coloured by an unnamed emotion that slides beneath his features. “So, do I know what you need, then, darling?”

You can only nod your head and keen as you hang over the edge.

“Say it.”

“You know what I need Ulysses, ohh don’t stop- ”

Your climax is sharp and bright as you tip over the edge with a choked cry, and you dimly hear him groaning your name as you come undone around his cock one more time. Light burns behind your eyelids as his thumb rubs firm circles on your clit, teasing out every little jerk of your hips, every last clenching wave of pleasure you’ll give him. Finally, it’s too much and you reach down to grab at his hand in protest and mercifully he lets you pull his fingers away from your overwrought sex as you finally collapse.

“Ok,” Klaue purrs. “Ok.” Slowly, he eases his cock out of you and you both moan at the loss, but when he doesn’t move any further you blearily glance up to see that his eyes are fixed on your ruined hole with a look of pained reverence, and when you feel the warmth of it you realize that he’s watching his cum dripping out and pooling beneath you with the rest of the mess you made.

With a rough sigh he pulls his attention back to you, and sliding his hands up your thighs he helps ease your legs back down as the ache in your hips from being in this position for so long starts to set in. You’re limp and unfocused and starting to shiver from the sudden lack of him as you come down, so he shifts you over and pulls the clean side of the blanket over you, covering you as much as possible.

You’re not sure how long he stays there but eventually you feel him get up and walk to the washroom. Lying with your eyes closed you listen to the quiet sounds of water running as he cleans up.

Returning to sit on the edge of the bed a hand touches your shoulder and you turn your head to look at him.

“You should drink something,” he says softly.

You realize that he’s holding out a glass of water and you’re so grateful as you become instantly aware of how incredibly parched you are, but when you open your mouth to thank him you instead let out a choked laugh which quickly dissolves into surprised tears.

Laughing again as tears spill and streak down into your hair you try to turn away and cover your face, but he sets the glass down on the side table and you feel his fingers firmly gripping your chin.

“Look at me.” Klaue’s voice is calm but insistent. “You did so well, darling. You don’t need to hide.” When your eyes meet the seriousness of his the tension goes out of you, and you finally feel yourself starting to come back into your body.

“I’m ok.” You sniffle and swallow your tears. “Really.” After watching you intently for several moments he eventually seems satisfied and hands the glass of water back to you.

“Drink. Then shower.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed in underwear and a t-shirt, wet hair tucked up in a towel, you watch as Klaue finishes getting dressed.

“Can I ask you something?” You say softly.

“Of course,” he replies, his gaze inquisitive as he tucks in his shirt.

You’re not even clear on exactly what you want to say and there are about a hundred thoughts fighting to get to the tip of your tongue.

“How did you..know.” You try to bite back a smile, amused that you somehow feel shy even after what had just transpired between you. “I mean, I feel like I barely knew.”

He makes his way over to where you’re sitting.

“I didn’t, really. Not at first." He starts, sounding thoughtful. “But I wasn’t lying before, I did notice you right away in Utrecht. A beautiful woman alone? That’ll always draw the eye.” He says, grinning at your blush. “But then you walked right up to me and, well, I can’t say that’s something that happens very often. So you definitely had my attention.”

You look up at him standing over you, and even now you find yourself squeezing your thighs together at the sight.

“Then I looked into your background, and it turns out you're a bit of a risk taker, don’t like to settle in one place for long. Always looking for something. You intrigued me.” His eyes pass over your bare legs as he speaks.

“But then, yesterday,” Klaue pauses (and, god, was it only yesterday?), his voice dropping to that honeyed whisper again.

“The way you reacted when I touched you. The way you pushed yourself back against me, rubbing right against my cock.” You flush and start to look down, but he hooks a finger under your chin so you meet his eyes. “I knew I could get you to let go. I just needed you to admit it.”

“I might have sooner but I just..you throw me off balance,” you admit. "I don't usually need other people. I've always been fine on my own, I prefer it, honestly. But every time I would see you it felt like I couldn't look away. I tried not to think about you, and I did actually manage for a while. But then that guy attacked me.”

Klaue’s eyes go dark at the reminder.

“The way touched me, and told me I had to rest.” You shiver at the memory of his firm command. “Then I really couldn’t stop thinking about you. Or your hands, for that matter. And I..”

He raises his eyebrows expectantly.

“That night was the first time I thought about you, when I touched myself.” You sigh, letting your legs drift open slightly.

Klaue's breath quickens and he leans down to curl his fingers around your elbow, pulling you to standing.

“When you say things like that to me, darling," he grits out, both hands gripping your hips, and you brace yours against his chest. "You said you didn’t know yourself, but you could have fooled me."

“I’m- I’ve never.. Listen, I’ve always liked it a little rough, I suppose. But any time I tried to ask for..more, guys would either shut down, or just not get it,” you shrug. “So I usually just let it go. It wasn’t worth the energy.”

“I’ll never understand.” Klaue shakes his head in exasperation, his hands sliding up under your t-shirt to find bare skin. “They’re all fools. The most arousing thing a woman can be is turned on. Every time I make you come, turning you into more and more of a needy mess, it just makes me want to do it again. And again. I want to find out what makes you feel good. I want to make you need me so badly it hurts, and then I want to be the one to give you relief.”

You can’t help the soft moan that comes from your parted lips at his words, but while you try to work out a more coherent reply his phone buzzes, and with a sigh he pulls it out to read the message before frowning and slipping it back into his pocket.

“I need to go,” he says, begrudgingly. “I’m leaving in the morning for about two weeks.”

Your stomach drops with disappointment, but it’s tempered by the realization that he’s telling you how long he’ll be gone.

“So, you want to see me again?” You ask, once again feeling silly at how bashful he makes you.

"I want to see all of you again,” he growls and pulls you against him, his hands reaching down to roughly cup your ass and angling his mouth to hover above yours.

“Ok.” you breathe, relief and anticipation swirling through you. “I’d like that.”

“Good. Because I haven’t forgotten that you said I could fuck your mouth, darling.” he murmurs against your lips and you press your body flush against his.

“Hmm, I did, didn’t I?” you start to reply, but then his lips are on yours, cutting you off with a swipe of his tongue and you quickly deepen the kiss in turn, but before long you’re interrupted again by the buzz of his phone and with a sigh he finally pulls away from you.

“One more question” you say as he moves toward the door. “You said something. Before.” You shiver as you think about the words he whispered in your ear the first time he made you come. “Klein” means small, I think. But “mot“?

“Smart girl,” he says, crooking a smile, and then after a pause: “Little moth."

It might be the first time he doesn’t meet your eyes, and you tilt your head inquisitively while pushing down the tendril of affection that’s blooming in your chest.

“I noticed that you sometimes wander around at night,” he offers, shrugging as if it were a simple explanation.

“How- ? You’re not even here most of the time!” He grins at your exasperation

“I told you that I-”

“Yes!” You say, bemused, holding up your hands. “Yes, you know everything that goes on in this place. You know ‘every inch of it.’” You smirk, making quotes with your fingers, parroting his own words back to him, now.

“Not quite yet I don’t.” His eyes slide pointedly down your body. “But I will.” Your lips fall open wordlessly as he turns and opens the door. “Think about me while I’m gone, darling.”

Then you’re staring at a closed door.

Goddammit.

It’s going to be a long two weeks.

A/N #2: Another quick note, that although this part is finished and can function as a stand alone story, as I mentioned in my WIP post, Klaue and Reader will continue to get up to shenanigans! I do have other things I also want to work on so I don't really have a timeline, but updates will be made as things move along.

Thank you so much for reading, I love you all!

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whorekneecentral · 2 years ago

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“there’s people here” and “don’t shake your leg”

i’m thinking going out for dinner with some of the team and their partners and you annoyed him before leaving the house or something and he teases you through out dinner

AGAIN IM WARMING UP BAE PLEASE TAKE THESE AND PUT THE ANJ SPIN ON IT

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bestie i’m sooooo here for this // prompts: “there’s people here” + “don’t shake your leg”

The new training centre is set to open in a few weeks, the team decided to do a little bit of an opening dinner or a family night per se, so all of the team members and their families can get to know the new place and settle in.

You were sitting beside your boyfriend, he and Kylian were in a conversation about who knows what, but his hand rested on your thigh under the table. You shook your leg softly, bouncing it up and down a bit.

Hakimi could feel your shake your leg, the man squeezing your thigh softly. He leans into you for a moment, “don’t shake your leg. I know what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing?” You ask innocently, smiling at him.

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, “stop trying to get my hand to move.”

“Don’t be weird,” you swat his hand away when Mateo, Leo’s son comes running over to you. “Come with me!” The little boy grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the table with him.

You and Achraf had babysit the Messi boys once or twice if their parents needed a date night and Mateo had taken a liking to you.

It was a warm night, the dinner was taking place outside right by the pitch where the kids were running around now. Mateo said he wanted to teach you to do kick ups last time you had babysat but you were indoors and it was raining that day so now seemed like the perfect time to do it.

Truthfully, you already knew how to do them but you let the boy show you anyways, he keeps it up 5 times before passing the ball to you. You slip off your heels, the ball by your foot when you kick it up, doing it a few times before letting the ball drop again.

Mateo was about to tell you something but his brothers were calling him to come join them for the game they were starting with Davi so you let him go, passing the ball over to them.

You had bent down to get your heels when someone touches your lower back, you move away before you feel the touch again.

“Let’s go,” your boyfriend says and you roll your eyes, “don’t do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” You tell him, the man grabs your hand and pulls you away before you can even get your heels on properly.

Hakimi pulls you into one of the rooms in the back hallway. The door was empty, probably to be used for storage based on the shelving they had in there.

“What do you want?” You asked, your boyfriend answers with a kiss.

His hands are all over you, slipping down to rest on your ass and pulling you flush against him. “What’s gotten into you?” You ask him, “there’s people here.”

“I want a baby,” he mumbles against your lips and your brows furrow. “What?”

“You’re so good with kids, baby. Why not have one ?”

You can’t help the giggle, “okay.”

Hakimi pulls your shirt over your head, “we don’t have to have kids now but we can practice hm?” He chuckles, making you laugh.

“You’re a pain in the ass,” you tell him, smiling before you kiss him. The two of you are all over each other, a mess of hands and pulls, trying to get the clothes off fast enough.

He had you bent over the table in the room, holding your arms held behind your back with one of his hands. “You look so beautiful like this,” he tells you, his hips pressing into you with each thrust.

His name falls from your lips like a prayer, he could listen to you say it over and over again.

There was no hidden meaning behind it; no scolding, no need to hurry him up - you wanted him and that was it.

“Fuck, gonna let me fill you up? Hm?” He asks, his pace as filthy as his words.

You nod, trying to move your hands. “Please,” the word barely gets out.

“Yeah?” He hums, “want me to fuck you full, don't you? I know you can take it, can’t you?”

At this point, you can’t do much except lay there and take it; not that you don’t want to because you do, you really do.

“Please, fuc-” “I know.” He hums, leaning down to kiss the back of your shoulder. “In you?” He asks, making sure you were okay with it.

“Please, yes.”

“So good for me,” his chest pressed your back, “just like that.” His hand rubs along your side, slipping under you to rest on your stomach. “Just like that.”

#achraf hakimi #achraf hakimi smut #achraf hakimi x reader #🏎️ anon

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randombubblegum · 4 years ago

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your last take on war crimes... exquisite

u__u thank you........... i love to talk and say words it always means a lot when u guys send asks that prompt or invite me to do that

#like id probably say them anyway eventually because i use this thing like twitter now apparently #but when im prompted for Takes it feels like im sitting with my legs kicked over a fine leather armchair blowing a bubble pipe #mail time!

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duckugou · 3 years ago

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21 + OSAMU

hi bestieeee ilysm i hope u like it

21. “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then”

Osamu Miya + fem! reader

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Come to my smut prompt game!!!

CW: masturbation mentioned

"Your food SUCKS Osamu!" You laughed, throwing a napkin at him.

"Oh right- says you who begs for me to bring some to your place every other night!" He replied, throwing it back at you.

You'd been visiting your boyfriend at his Onigiri shop after work. You'd been craving it all day.

"Its out of pity!" You tried defending yourself.

"Whatever stupid." He sighed, sitting across from you since there was a lull in customers.

"How was your day, loser?" He asked you, happy to be sitting with you.

"It was decent- just glad the week is over. I miss you in my beeedddd." You said in a singsong voice, kicking his shin lightly.

"Stop it- I miss your ass so much." He said, trying to fight the blush creeping up on his face.

"Oh just my ass huh?" You teased.

"Nah...I also miss your tight little-"

"HEY HEY we are in a family friendly establishment!" You laughed, earning a blush of your own.

"Yeah yeah- the owner doesnt care." He joked.

"It's slow enough- can you just leave early? You can come back to my placeee." You tried convincing him, knowing he would say no.

"Baby- I gotta stay here." He said, putting his hand on yours.

"I know I know- I just wish you could come over sooner." You said, enjoying the feeling of his fingers tracing your hand.

"I know. I'd love to but I can't. Theres only an hour and a half before close anyways." He sighed.

"Its ok! I understand babe really!" You said, an idea popping into your head as you stood up, letting his hand land on the table. "I'm gonna head home though."

"O-okay!" He said, standing with you.

"Youre sure you dont wanna come?" You asked, hoping he would change his mind.

"I shouldnt babe, besides youre cute when youre needy." He said, half sighing.

“Well, I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then.” You leaned and whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek and turning around.

He grabbed your wrist and turned you around. "You sure you can get yourself off as well as I can, angel?"

"I'll manage babe- see ya later!" You said, face burning as you walked out of the shop and started on your way home.

After you got home, you looked at your phone to see the dozen texts from your boyfriend.

"You aint gonna be able to do it right." "You know im better than your toys." "You didnt even ask first" "Oh like you need permission." "The thought of you touchin yourself is making me hard." "Why would you do this to meeee" "Baby youre so hot" "Fuckin hate you rn"

You laughed, jumping onto your bed and pulling out your favorite toy. You felt giddy- teasing your boyfriend like this was way funnier than it needed to be.

You took a photo of your toy and sent it to him, along with a text of "You had your chance buster" and laughed. Honestly, you werent even planning on doing anything. It was just to get a rise out of him.

But then he replied to your text and your breath hitched.

"Fuckin do it then. Send me a picture of that stupid fuckin toy in you too."

You gasped at how vulgar his request was, taking a second to respond.

"If you wanted to see it you shouldve come over."

You even started to put it away.

"Do it. Get yourself off. You were so confident about it. If you dont, youre not cumming at all tonight."

"Fuck." You whispered to yourself, feeling the wetness start to pool between your legs.

"And I want proof."

Looks like it's gonna be an hour of masturbation before your boyfriend comes to help.

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womp this lowkey sucks but HEYYY i kinda wanna continue it bc it’s so short but ehhhhh lmk lmk

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forever-rogue · 4 years ago

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bucky :)

Prompts | 1. “Look at me - just breathe, okay?”

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings | none

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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You could sense that something was off as soon as you walked through the door and into the apartment that you know shared with Bucky. The air was thick and everything was slightly...off.

“Honey?” you kicked off your shoes and peeked into the kitchen to see if he was there. Nope. Living room? No. Bathroom? Nada.

It was then that you heard it - a soft, gentle sniffle. Your heart practically plummeted into your stomach as you slowly walked down the hall towards your bedroom. You made some noise, just so he would know you were home and wouldn’t jump out of his skin at your sudden appearance.

“James?” your voice was quiet, ever so gentle as you rapped your knuckles against the door and slowly pushed it open. Your breath hitched in your throat when you found him on the floor leaning against the side of the bed with his knees pulled up to his chest. Tears had made their mark downs his cheeks and his eyes were glossy but had an almost empty, hollow look to them. His hands were shaking as he laced his fingers together and took a few shallow breaths.

You closed the small notice over to him before dropping to your knees directly in front of him. He glanced at you, ocean eyes meeting yours but you could tell he wasn’t really there.

“Hi honey,” you sat up on your knees and slowly reached over to cradle his face gently in your hands. At first he stiffened but after a few moments he loosened up and let you stroke his cheek tenderly, “James, my love. It’s alright, I’m right here, I’ll keep you safe and sound.”

He made a small sound in the back of his throat as he dropped his hands from his knees and set them on the ground before taking a deep breath. He straightened his legs out and you moved to sit in his lap, a little bit of relief seeping into your bones as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“There you go, baby,” you said softly as you pressed a kiss to his forehead, “it’s okay, I’m right here, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you. Look at me - just breath, okay?”

You felt him nod lightly for a moment before he studied your face and his breathing slowly, but surely evened out. His eyes never left yours as you carded a hand through his hair and scratched lightly at his scalp. A sheen of sweat covered his face as you worked to ground him.

“Do you remember when we met, honey?” you asked as you pulled him close and he buried his head in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You ran a hand gently up and down his back, delicately tracing aimless shapeless on his bare skin, “it was a rainy day in the city, and someone had stolen my umbrella. I only realized when I walked out of that cafe with my coffee and flimsy jacket and walked directly into you. The coffee went everywhere and then we were wet and covered in coffee and I was so upset but you didn’t care. You just offered me your jacket and shared your umbrella. But first you got me a new coffee and then walked me home.”

He didn’t say anything but you could feel him smiling lightly against your skin. You pressed a kiss to the side of his head before playing with a rouge little curl at the nap of his neck. He sighed lightly.

“When we got to my place you waited until I got up the stairs safely before saying goodbye. You didn’t even ask for your jacket back! I didn’t want to end it there - but I knew you weren’t going to kiss me. It didn’t seem like your style,” you laughed lightly at the memory, “but then as you turned around to leave I ran after you and kissed you. I’m so glad I did. It was the best decision of my life.”

You swore you could feel some of the tension leave his body as he held you tighter. Before long he slowly pressed a kiss to your shoulder before nuzzling further against you.

“It took you so long before you finally got up the nerve to kiss me properly,” you reminded him softly, “you were so shy at first. But then you warmed up and slowly opened your heart to me. I think about that sometimes - about how lucky I am that you trust me and love me, and let me love you. I know you know, but perhaps sometimes it’s harder to believe than others, but I love you so much, Bucky. I love you more than anything in this world. You are my world.”

“I love you too,” he spoke. Finally. It was soft - gentle - and you were barely able to hear it, but the words were there. You relaxed slightly as you pulled back to study him, “‘m sorry.”

“Whatever are you sorry for?” you offered up that smile he loved and adored so much, “my sweet honey baby, there is nothing to be sorry for. I know things happen sometimes. Do you want to talk about it?”

He swallowed thickly before shaking his head lightly, “n-not right now. Later…”

“Okay,” you agreed softly, tracing a hand along his jaw, “whenever you want to talk about it, I’ll be here. And if you don’t want to talk, that’s okay too. Or if you want to talk to someone else. Just don’t...you’re not alone, Bucky. Not now, not ever again. I’ll always be here for you.”

“I love you,” he leaned forward and pressed his forehead yours as you brushed your lips against his, “thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you promised, “I love you too, Bucky.”

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volleychumps · 4 years ago

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Hello dear!!! imma make a tooth rotting fluff imagine request in which kenma, sakusa, wakatoshi and kageyama(you can add others if you want uwu) have a secret relationship with reader chan and somehow their team finds out and they start to freak out since their relationship is a secret? lol this is too long but im just craving fluff. thankk youuu!!!!

I saw your requests, goregous- sorry it took so long!! I love you, hope you guys enjoy!!

Thank you for 2.5k followers-you guys make me want to combust (in a good way)!!!

Getting Found Out in a Secret Relationship (Kenma, Sakusa, Wakatoshi, and Kageyama)

“Experiencing the Unexpected”

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Kenma

“...You’re positive no one’s going to come in?”

“Relax. Kuroo left the clubroom keys with me, and everyone knows I skip today’s practice.” Kenma responds quietly, leaning his head on yours as you stop looking nervously at the door, your boyfriend swiping his thumb over your conjoined hands to calm you down. You fiddle with the pastry in your hand as Kenma chews the other half, content with finally getting some private time with you. Avoiding you or at least pretending to care less about you was more straining than he thought.

“Why don’t we just tell him? Kuroo and the team wouldn’t bother you forever-”

“Then you clearly don’t know them well enough.” The setter huffs as you bite back an amused grin, planting a small peck on Kenma’s cheek as the setter’s eyes widen mid-chew, glancing down at you smiling a cute smile to yourself.

“Then whatever you’re comfortable with, love. I won’t rush you.”

“Can I say something?” Kenma mumbles shyly, finishing off his half of the pastry and basking in the quiet of your environment as you lick some frosting off your thumb, turning towards him with an arched brow.

“I really really like you, Y/N.” Kenma says quietly, and your eyes widen a fraction before a huge smile breaks out onto your face- he only ever had to say the most heart-wrenching things at the randomest moments. Your smile only grew when a timid hand cups your cheek, your own hand running through Kenma’s long hair affectionately as he shyly peppers kisses across your cheek-

your giggles apparently loud enough for both of you to fail to hear the fiddling of the lock.

“Kenma, you bastard! How many times-?”

You shove Kenma off right away, a red hue to your cheeks as you catch sight of the rest of the team standing behind their captain wide-eyed and bewildered at seeing their anti-social setter in a locked clubroom kissing a girl-

Through your blushing haze, your mouth hangs agape at Kuroo not even reacting, winking at you once with a grin in greeting before grabbing Kenma by the collar.

“You’re skipping practice again?!”

Yaku sweatdrops. “Oh. So we’re pretending like Y/N wasn’t locked in a room with Kenma voluntarily?”

“Were they...cuddling?”

“Lev, I’m sorry I didn’t shield your eyes on time-”

“...you knew?” Kenma ignores his idiotic teammates, more focused on the fact that Kuroo hadn’t even batted an eyelash before the captain simply shrugs, spinning his own set of keys on his finger.

“I have my ways.”

“That means you stalked him.”

“I prefer the terms, quietly followed-”

“Can we please focus on the fact that Kenma was showing genuine human emotion to a girl out of his league-”

You turn to your boyfriend amongst the bickering teammates, lopsided grin on your face as Kenma groans into his hands. With your own red hue on your cheeks, you hug him, observing the chaos before kissing his cheek- sending the team into another gasp of shock as Kenma sighs, looking at you with a why? expression on his blushing features.

“Cat’s out of the bag then, huh?”

“...a pun. We just got found out and your first reaction’s a pun.”

Sakusa

“You didn’t have to wait up for me.”

“I know! I did because I want to.” You shoulder your bag with a small greeting smile on your face- one that had the stiff boy’s chest tighten just a little bit as Sakusa merely nods once. You arch a brow at the high rise of his chest, coy grin tugging at your lips-

“Did you run here?”

“Of course I didn’t.”

You laugh a little, taking note of his still-wet hair and sloppily shoved gym bag, walking up to him to straighten his mask for him. “You’re teammates aren’t the least bit suspicious?”

“Ha. Those idiots don’t know how to be suspicious.” Sakusa says, thankful they had all gone home already as you sit down on the nearby bench to help re-pack his gym bag that you knew was obviously bothering him. You laugh a little, knowing where to put what in the way Sakusa liked- and a rare tender feeling spread across his chest as he tugged his mask down before he could convince himself otherwise.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?” You question, not looking up from sorting his towel from his shoes before pale fingers gently tilt your head upwards- taking you off-guard as Sakusa makes an exception and plants a chaste kiss on your forehead, clearing his throat and tugging his mask back up quickly. You smile, cherishing the rarity of the moment before-

“I CALLED IT.”

“Bokuto-san, he might hear us!”

“...He definitely heard you, are you slow?”

Sakusa hangs his head, a slow burn on his cheeks as he tugs you behind him from your seat on the bench, glowering at the floor as his three annoying teammates pop their heads timidly around the corner of the practice gym.

“Oh heeeeeey Sakusa.” Atsumu laughs a little too loudly as Bokuto follows in suit, looking around as if he were lost as Hinata mimicks him, and you peek over your boyfriend’s shoulder to muffle a laugh into the back of his jacket. Sakusa glances at you, eyes softening a little at your actions.

“Fancy seeing you here!” Hinata waves to you mostly as Sakusa sighs, eyes looking up darkly.

“You’re all vermin.”

“What, it’s not like we followed you because we were suspicious of your secret rendezvous with Y/N even though I totally called dibs first-”

Atsumu clamps his mouth shut at the glower in his friend’s eyes before clearing his throat. “A joke. It was a joke.”

“Waaaa Y/N, we’re your friends too! Why keep it a secret?” Bokuto whines, suddenly next to you as Sakusa wonders just when the excited ace made his way over, holding you by the shoulders as Hinata clenches his fists, orange eyes asking in the same fashion. Atsumu blinks, suddenly all alone as you stutter- attacked at all angles at once.

“You would mess with Kiyoomi at practice if you knew.” You scold, and all three take on an offended expression that had you giggling. “What? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t.”

“No use, Y/N.” Sakusa tugs you out of the herd, finally reaching his limit for the day. “Let’s just go home while we can still count our braincells-”

“Wait. You two live together?!”

“Show us your place! Show us your place!” Bokuto and Hinata chant as Atsumu crosses his arms with a winning smirk as you put a hand on your boyfriend’s chest, pouting all the while before Sakusa facepalms.

“Fine. Bring your germ-infested pets into the flat, Y/N.”

Ushijima

“You’re tense.”

“Yeah? Wouldn’t you be?” You look at the entrance to the gym a second time before Ushijima shrugs, holding you a little closer as he nuzzles his face into his shoulder. He hadn’t meant to keep you a secret, but it was crucial that no press ever found out and harassed you about the details of the intimate life he wished to keep hidden.

“Practice doesn’t start until another hour. They have no reason to come in here yet.”

“Still, it’s risky- we can just...”

“Y/N.” You stop fidgeting at the authoritative tone of your boyfriend’s words as Ushijima’s arms tighten around you a little more, and you blush at the position. Your back was pressed up against the broad boy’s chest, sitting in between his legs comfortably as he simply soaked in your presence while mumbling into your hair.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile. Did I miss you more than me? Is that why you’re more focused on my team walking in on us than this time we have together?”

You groan at the tug of your heart, pouting up at your boyfriend as you turn a little to do so. “Come on, don’t guilt trip me like that!”

“Cute.”

“Stop.” You whine, and the corners of Ushijima’s lips tug a little before he gently cups your jaw upwards, brushing your nose with his as you gulp at the proximity.

“You missed me, didn’t you?”

“S-Stop stating the obvious.” You blush, agitated look in your eyes as Ushijima simply allows a small smirk onto his lips- your cute response prompting him to close the distance. You smile into the kiss, feeling his arms hold you a little closer as you basked in the rare affection you ever got to share away from prying eyes-

The sliding of the door had you shoving out of your boyfriend’s hold as your now-widened eyes caught sight of a head of red hair. A familiar one, at that- as you hide your face into Ushijima’s neck.

“Tendou. I saw you.” Your boyfriend’s voice wasn’t even embarrassed as you hear the door creak open again, his friend’s voice filling the gym in a slightly teasing tone.

“I didn’t want to interrupt, carry on!”

To your horror, a second voice sounds as Semi Eita kicks the redhead out of the way. “You’re perverted and annoying? The good traits just keep coming, huh?”

“S-Semi-senpai, is that not assault?”

“It’s only assault in any other case that isn’t Tendou.” Shirabu responds to Goshiki as the team all file in, and you blink at the fact that your boyfriend didn’t look the least preturbed at the situation- merely sighing as if this were a minor inconvenience as he rubs your thigh, attempting to calm you down but simply making the situation worse.

Shirabu takes a purposeful step in front of Goshiki with a sigh as Tendou over-dramatically gasps, prompting you to shove Ushijima’s hand away as Semi crosses his arms, the only one still seemingly sane.

“Y/N L/N’s your girlfriend, Ushijima?”

You feel his head nod.

“Cool.” Semi shrugs before going to set up the net as Ushijima finally releases you, and you stand before bowing deeply in apology- for what at the time, you didn’t know.

“You’re...cute?”

“Why would you say that in a disbelieving tone, Tendou-”

“I...I need to get a girlfriend to become the best ace...!”

“I’d appreciate it if you all don’t let the public find out.” Ushijima ignores the strange antics of his team as they all shrug and nod, and their captain glances down at your still shocked figure before turning you to face him seriously.

“...They know about us.”

“Oh really? I couldn’t tell.”

Kageyama

“Tobio! You did so well-!”

Your eyes widen a little when the blue-eyed boy picks up the pace towards your waving figure in the halls of the tournament, sighing as he leans his forehead on your shoulder, hands still shoved in his pockets as the upper half of his torso is now parallel to the floor. His gym back drooped with his movement as you still in shock at the public display- when your whole relationship had ever happened behind closed doors.

“Someone might see...” You say softly, and Kageyama grunts in reply, basking in the feel of you as you blush, running your hand softly through his raven hair.

“Tired?”

“You have no idea. When I saw some asshole talking to you in the stands during my game and I couldn’t-”

“Breathe.” You laugh a little as Kageyama lifts his forehead off your shoulder to stare at you seriously. “Where’s your team?”

“In the stands over-eating.” He shrugs, hands snaking around your waist, causing you to yelp a little as the blue-eyed boy buries his face in your neck. “God, I missed you.”

“You can miss me in a more private place, you know.” Your eyes dart everywhere before smiling into Kageyama’s hair, relaxing the slightest bit as Kageyama brushes his lips against your cheek as he pulls back.

“I want to show you off. Why do I want to keep this secret again?”

You blush at the affectionate words, wondering if the time you had to avoid each other was taking a toll on him, before cupping his cheek carefully-

“That’s what we’d like to know, Romeo.”

“Ooh, that rhymed Ryuu.”

You watch as your boyfriend’s face slowly melts into one of realization, his head slowly turning to see all of the Karasuno volleyball club staring with some sort of food in their hands- watching as if this were the most interesting film of the year.

Kageyama’s soul seems to slowly leave his body, and you offer a wave of your hand a bit awkwardly as Tsukishima nudges Hinata with his shoulder, chewing on a granola bar snarkily.

“I told you so. Cough up five bucks.”

“How does Kageyama-Kun have a girlfriend?! Does she even know him?!!”

“Is...is that a legitimate question, Hinata?” Yamaguchi, mostly dragged along in the plan of following a suspicious escaping setter after they won their match, scratches the back of his neck.

“Now, now- Don’t crowd.” Suga laughs, walking up to you and slinging a friendly arm over your shoulder before lowering his voice.

“But in all seriousness, you’re not in danger or anything- right?”

“Suga!” Daichi tugs his friend back as Kageyama puts his face in his hands before taking a deep breath, and for a second you think he’s really going to handle the situation really well-

You blink when he grabs your hand.

“Run.”

“Tobio, we don’t have to-”

“Run.”

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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seeing someone else.

BISHOP LOSA. MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ request by @encounterthepast: Hello lovely Aurora, can I request angst prompt number 7 with Bishop please, thank you, 💕

❝ prompt: “Don’t you dare to lie to me again”.

❝ request by @arveeee: Hello my dear, so I was thinking, and there is one sentence to that can't go out of my head. So it is: "let me in" with Bishop (I know I'm boring). Well I believe in you, I love you , and I love your writing. Say hello to Arya.

❝ request by anon: Hi, Aurora. I love your writing sm 🥺 I was wondering if I could request an imagine with my man Bishop? I was thinking of something like the reader and him being in kinda like a friends with benefits situation, but she decides to break it offf because she’s really upset. And maybe Bishop doesn’t understand so she eventually explains to him that she wants more out of their relationship and he reassures her they are more and they always have been? Maybe leads to like soft/romantic smut? Thanks so much!

❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! so, that new trailer huh?😵 would absolutely love if you could write me something for a stressed out bishop with the prompts "Stop ignoring me, it’s driving me crazy!" and "Let me help you make it better." Thank you tons!!💖

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Another tequila shot goes down your throat, ripping it off as you almost smash the small glass on the table. Tossing your head back as you rest your back against the sofa, sitting on the floor, you take a look around you. The gloomy has taken over your house as the night has fallen a couple of hours ago. It's the fourth night you are trying to forget about Bishop and whatever you two had. But you can't dismiss from your mind his caresses —his fingers drawing patterns on your back, his lips touring your neck with delicate kisses as if he was afraid of breaking your skin, his mustache tickling your inner thighs, his raspy voice articulating your name in moans. It's the fourth night miserably failing, remembering the last time you spent together, the way he was holding his back pretending he wasn't sad because you were leaving him.

“Obispo, it's over. Don't make a big deal. We're just friends who occasionally fucks”. You scoffed somewhat annoyed because of him and his interrogation, but how could you tell him you were falling in love with him?

“I ain't making any deal, (Y/N). I just want to know what made you change your mind and keep a wide berth”.

“I'm seeing someone else”.

"Don't you dare to lie to me”. He growled, taking a step closer towards you with the intention of stopping you from picking up and packing the less stuff you had in his house.

“Think what you want”. You replied, rolling your eyes.

The first tear flows in the left corner of your mouth not appreciably at first, but then, some more until finding yourself crying. You miss him so much. You miss watching him sleep peacefully in the small hours, drifting slightly when you caress his cheek using your fingertips. Flexing your knees to your chest, you wrap your arms around trying to contain the loud sobs, hiding your face between them. How have you been so stupid to fall for him like that? The two of you made it clear from the very first moment. Friends with benefits. But after a couple of weeks, you started to notice that he used to push away any other woman that it wasn't you, he didn't spend much time in the clubhouse preferring to do it in your house —cuddling, watching movies, playing poker; kissing every single inch of flesh covering your anatomy.

Reality hit you the moment he murmured something like you're a miracle, thinking you were calmly sleeping between his strong arms and your back stuck to his chest, no distance among your bodies. You knew it was a thing produced by the alcohol running through your veins and it wasn't fair for you to fantasize about the idea he was catching feelings for you. So you just ran away, like a coward.

Some clumsy knocks on the front door of your house bring you back to reality. At first, you try to ignore them. It's not like you're in the mood for visits, knowing that probably it's Leti at the other side of the place, worried because you haven't replied to her text all day. But she insists and insists. And you know how stubborn she can be sometimes. Serving yourself another shot and drinking it in just one gulp, because you're too sober to endure another of her Ted talks about positivism and what he has lost, you stand up on your bare feet. Everything around you spins dizzyingly for a second until you can react, feeling every knock like a hammer hitting your brain.

“I've heard you the fi—”.

Opening the door to receive her, your vocals get frozen as you face Bishop in a deplorable drunk state. Just like you are.

“Let me in”. He barks, not being able to look at your eyes, trying to pass you away to the inside, but you stop him.

“Go home, Obis—”.

“I'm home, shut the fuck up”. He frowns taking a sip from a bottle of whisky you haven't noticed till now. “You think you can kick my fuckin' ass outta your life by saying you're seeing someone else? You think I'm fuckin' stupid, queri— Were you crying…?”

From anger, his tone of voice falls to one lower and lower, as the concern and the worry cover his annoyance completely. Throwing away his drink to somewhere over the grass of your yard, he holds your face onto his palms. His touch causes you to tremble. His warm touch causes you to break into aching sobs, panting as you can't breathe properly. All this time you've been thinking you have missed him, but you didn't have a real idea of how it feels until his fingers have been laid on your wetted skin.

Bishop comes closer to you, touching the tip of your nose with his. You can smell the mixed scent of cigarettes and whisky emanating from his cracked lips, it doesn't bother you, tho. “Don't kiss me, please”.

Until this precise moment, he has loved your begs and pleads to his bones, but now he hates them more than anything he could ever hate in his life. It breaks his heart. He can't deal with your rejection one night more.

“Why…? Why can't I kiss you?” He asks desperately at the edge of his tears. “Please, stop ignoring me, it's driving me crazy. I can't even take care of my own shit without you by my side”.

Your knees feel weak at his words, still believing he only says that because you're just a good lover, the best in the sheets, as he told you once.

“I… I…” You babble nervously, trying to not place your hands on the laps of his leather kutte to finally push him into the needed kiss you've been craving for the last four days. “I love you”.

And why the confession doesn't take him by surprise? Why doesn't he look confused? Why does it seem like he already knew it? Bishop can't help but draw a fleeting grin across his face.

“Do you think I came here, falling into pieces, just because it feels like being in Heaven when I'm deep inside you?” He whispers, clicking his tongue slightly. “I didn't believe you when you told me you were seeing someone else. But the minimal thought I could have about it made me lose the less sanity I have”.

You blink stupefied at his own confession about his feelings. Your fingers tour his abdomen up in slow motion, starting to have some faith in his words.

“Mi amor…” Bishop mumbles in soft giggles shaking his head. “I adore you, mi amor. I don't want anything else than to share my life with you, and only with you”.

He doesn't wait for a signal from you to kiss your lips, he just takes what it's his. And you can't hold back a painful gasp, expelling in it all the sorrow you've been carrying for the last four days being separated from him. Your hands grip his shirt in two fists, pushing him as much closer as the two of you can be, about to melt in the same figure. All this time you have been trying to not love him, to forget him; and you were just delaying the inevitable. You are made for each other, that's a fact. Your lips fit to perfection —your bodies, your hearts.

“Tell me you love me”. You whimper against his mouth, causing him to smile because of your need of making it real by these simple three words.

“Love isn't enough to express what you make me feel”.

Bishop bends down without prior notice to wrap his huge hands on the back of your thighs, urging you to jump onto him and surround his waist with your legs. You haven't forgotten how good his warmth takes over you when he holds you like that, walking inside your house and kicking the door close. Guiding his steps across your place and its hallways, he reaches your dark dorm barely illuminated by a post light outdoors. He lies you down on your bed —a bed that has welcomed you for the last eight months in every kind of state. Drunk, tired, happy.

Now, you're a mix of them. Drunk in tequila, tired of crying, but happy for having him back for the rest of your life.

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nightowlfandom · 3 years ago

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Vampire! King! Ardyn Izunia!- Sadistic

Hey guys! Let’s kick off October with a bang!!!

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Sooo Ardyn is a guilty pleasure of mine. Feel free to do what you want with these prompts, I won’t judge lol. They are all from the prompt list.

7. You like when I choke you don’t you?

62. What a gorgeous dress…but it’d look better torn to ribbons don’t you think?

70. You know…it’s dangerous being out like this. A pretty little sla- I mean thing like you out here all alone.

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The hem of your gown was torn to shreds as you ran through the forest. You were barefoot running through the cold and wet dirt. Your feet were starting to itch from the scratching of small twigs against your skin. You were running away from your parents’ palace.

You were to be married to someone. Someone you were disgusted by. You had two options. Marry or Be disowned. You chose to escape through your window and jump down. You almost hurt yourself on the way down, but it was worth it.

You had been running for what felt like hours with the moon on your tail. You finally stopped as soon as your palace was nothing but a silhouette in the distance.

“Guess I’m homeless now.” you sighed, sitting on a small log. “What am I supposed to do?” you groaned. It was dark and you could barely make out the moon amongst the smog. Lucky for you the wind was slightly picking up allowing you to feel the breeze on your skin.

“What’s this?” a low vibrating tone allowed you to come back to your senses.

You instantly rose to your feet, turning to meet the face of tall man. He looked as if he was dressed for the middle of the winter time with his heavy trench coat and scarf.

“A scared little lamb all by herself in such a place. You’re a long way from home aren’t you, young one?”

“Don’t speak down on me as if I’m a child, sir.” you narrowed your eyebrows at the strangers. “I’m far from it.”

“Hm.” he smirked. “My apologies.” he gave a slight bow. “What’s a young soul like you doing out in these parts so late in the night?”

“I don’t believe that is any business of yours, sir.” you took a step back. “Now I’ll be taking my leave now.” your voice wavered as you turned aroundd. But just as you turned to walk away, a man, the same man appeared before you.

“ You know…it’s dangerous being out like this. A pretty little sla- I mean thing like you out here all alone. “ he said with his hand held out. “If I may be so bold, I can escort you out of these parts.” his eyes practically glowed in the dark.

“No thank you.” you stepped back. “I know my way very well, thank you.”

Just as you turned around again, he appeared in front of you once more.

“Darling little girl-”

“Don’t call me a little girl!” you seethed.

“Hm, touchy are we. Young one doesn’t like being called a pathetic...little...girl.” he towered over you. “And don’t even think about grabbing the dagger I know is strapped to your thigh...you won’t get to use it.”

“What are you?” your voice slightly wavered.

“Ardyn Izunia...is what I am.”

Ardyn, where have you heard that name. The man seemed to laugh as the look of realization crossed your face. King Ardyn? The ‘Father’ of all vampires. He cackled at your fear struck expression. Your father had told you stories of his evil.

“Ah the young princess Y/N knows of me?”

“How did you-”

“Know your name, love? Everyone knows of the, most beautiful, kindest and giving of her time. You should know better, how forgetful we are.” he raised an eyebrow.

“You stay away from me.” you warned.

“Hm are you’re guards going to come and kill me, love?”

“I have no guards...not anymore.” you found yourself saying. You had your hand on your thigh under the slit of your dress. You wrapped your hand around your dagger. “Leave me...now.”

“Hm...anymore? Why? Was the little princess disowned?” he laughed. “Did their royal highnesses finally get rid of their problem child?”

You suddenly felt small and inadequate. “That’s none of your business.”

“Oh yes you have.” he took a step towards you. “You’re all alone, with no one?” he cooed. “Which means there’s no one to hear you scream.”

“Hear me sc-”

You were tackled to the floor, your weapon flying out of your hand. Ardyn bared his fangs towards you...” You like when I choke you don’t you? “ he cackled as he tightened his hands around your throat. You felt dizzy, very...fucking..dizzy.

”I must admit, darling girl...you look so delectable. It’s a shame I must kill you...but a vampire must drink.” he moved his hands from your neck allowing you to inhale sharply.

With his arm wrapped around your wrist and bought your shaky arm to his mouth. You were too frozen to even try and move. Adryn inhaled your scent, smiling sadistically down at you.

You held in your pain as he sunk his needle like fangs into your skin. You wouldn’t scream or cry.

“...So...divine.” the man shuddered. “S-so...addicting.” Was that normal?

You had no idea why, but feeling this. It was supposed to be painful, it was supposed to be what happened before you died a terrible death. So why were you seeing images...images you shouldn’t have seen.

...

“You look so beautiful in the sun, my darling.” the man beside you caressed your face as you both laid in the gardens. “You are the most beautiful of my fledglings.”

“I’d just better be the only one you treat like this.”

“Trust me darling, there are other people who will sire for me...my fangs will only ever touch your skin...when I’m not feeding or killing.” he smirked. “Come, it’s been a busy day. Lay your head on my chest...rest with me.”

You laid on his chest, the sun casting a glare over your naked bodies. “Can I ask you a question, Ardyn? Is this whole laying naked in the sun a regular thing?”

“Clothes are for humans with no free time...Now hush my dear...rest.”

...

and everything else went black.

...

You awoke on a plush surface. It was soft and velvety. A large, black comforter was covering your body.

“Oh fuck, am I dead?” was your first thought. You swung your legs around the bed and planted your feet on the floor. Why were you so cold. You walked over to a vanity, standing in front of a mirror. Your arm was bandaged up. “No...I’m not dead.”

“You’re finally awake.”

You whipped around. Ardyn was sitting in an armchair wearing only a silk bathrobe. “I was beginning to think you’d never wake up.”

“W-what? What did you do to me?”

“I didn’t kill you, I know that much.” he rose from his seat.

“What?...Where am I??”

“My home...well. Our home now.” he walked towards you. “I know what you’re thinking-”

“You saw it too didn’t you?” you cut him off. “I know you know what it means...so tell me.”

“I’m not sure...all I know is that I couldn’t kill you. Before I knew it, I bit my own hand and made you take my own blood...I’ve never done that when changing someone.”

“Changing?!” you widened your eyes. “You...you PEICE OF!” you raised your fist when you realized just how clearly you could make out every crevice and divot on your hand and nails. “N-no this isn’t real!”

“Oh it is, my sweet.” he tiptoes his fingers up arm. You took a small step back, staring down at yourself.

“ What a gorgeous dress…but it’d look better torn to ribbons don’t you think? “ he grabbed your hands in his. “Stop resisting and accept your new fate.”

“I feel strange.” you expressed honestly. “Is it supposed to feel like this?” you stared up at him.

He tilted your head up, staring at your innocence.

“It can feel even better. Vampires are godly lovers...very few have laid with me...if you agree, you can be mine.”

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estrel · 4 years ago

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It’s in the Knowing (that Wishes Come True)

destiel december 2020 prompt: sledding + spn advent calendar 2020 prompt: wishes wc: ~1.4k

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“Dean, you had,” Sam huffs, “infinite possibilities at your disposal. And you wished for–for this?”

Dean’s a little confused, too, looking out at the mountains. Almost every inch is covered with a layer of snow, but by far, the hill they’re standing on has the thickest blanket. Dean’s feet sink into it a little when he shifts his weight, studying their surroundings.

Apart from the clearing they’re in, the place is littered with trees. Dean’s gaze follows the trunks up, until he’s looking at the sky, which is quickly losing light. He thinks he can make out the beginning twinkles of constellations, and when he laughs, a puff of frosty breath obscures them for a moment before fading off.

Then he smells it—something like firewood, he thinks, and turns towards it. Eyes still searching the tops of the trees, Dean catches sight of a thin column of smoke, likely from a cabin nearby.

A few feet away from them, a tree branch packed with snow loses its hold, and the whump of the snow hitting the ground startles Dean out of his thoughts.

“I don’t know, man,” Dean says, “It’s not like I really had a choice. I just, you know, just had this thought, I guess, and now…we’re here.”

He turns back to Sam, who focuses on Dean once more, seemingly having caught sight of the smoke too.

“I’m assuming…those have something to do with it?”

Dean’s eyes follow the direction Sam’s finger is pointing to, which is a somewhere on the ground and behind Dean, off to his left. Just at the edge of the hill sit two sleds—the old, wooden kind that seem like they’re always one good bump away from splintering into a million pieces, but somehow never do.

He chuckles, moving towards them to check them out, when Sam urgently pats his shoulder. Dean swivels around, taking in Sam’s confused—but not shocked—expression, and once more tracks his stare to see what he’s looking at.

Dean finds himself mirroring his brother, but otherwise smiling despite himself.

“What took you so long?” He hears himself say, feels Sam looking at him weird in response. If this was his “wish,” then this only made sense—it’d just been a matter of waiting for him to show up.

Cas levels him with a stare that says ‘really?’ and Dean moves to meet him half way.

“Jackets,” Cas says, handing Dean a thick black one that looks like it’s meant for snow. Dean takes it. “And Jack,” Cas adds. With a gentle tilt of his head, Dean looks over and sees Jack, not too far away, walking briskly towards them with something small in his hands.

“You two always come out here practically naked,” Cas says, leaving Dean and handing Sam his own jacket. “And the lumberjack outfits are fine for when it’s any other season, but you do realize it’s the dead of winter, right?”

“Well, you…” Dean starts, about to tell him off for the dress shoes and trench coat he’s never seen without, except that Cas isn’t wearing them, he’s…

“Cas, is that—are those—are you wearing boots?” Sam asks, a lilt of amusement in his voice.

Cas looks down, frowning. “These are my snow boots. Dean got them for me last Christmas.” He shoots Dean a confused glance, as though Dean should be in on this, and Sam was the one acting deluded. Dean can’t really bring himself to care, too busy smiling at the rest of Cas’ outfit.

He’s about to comment on the snow pants, which are black and baggy over Cas’ lower half, but Jack makes it to them just in time, pushing something into Cas’ chest.

“You forgot your beanie,” Jack explains, and then looking up at them, “I thought you guys came out ahead of us so you could ‘get the sleds ready.’ Cas and I started on the cookies so they should be done by the time we get back.”

Dean watches Cas slip the beanie on, losing his breath a little at the sight. The thought occurs to him—when he’s looking long enough to notice Cas’ red nose and ears and cheeks—that angels don’t usually get cold.

“Hang on—you left the oven on unattended?” Sam says. Pulling his eyes away from Cas, Dean chuckles at the wild look on Sam’s face, like he’s half ready to bolt for the cabin to stop it from catching fire.

“Of course not.” Jack frowns at him like he should know better. “I charmed it with the spell you taught me. It’ll shut off automatically when it’s done.”

Sam relaxes, forcing a smile. “Right. Uh, Dean? Can we talk for a second?”

Dean follows him around to the nearest tree, which is far enough away that Jack and Cas probably won’t hear them over their own conversation (Dean thinks he hears something about hot chocolate) if they talk quietly enough.

“We can’t stay here,” Sam says, “We have to find a way out.”

Dean wets his lips, “I know, Sammy, but…” He looks over at Jack and Cas.

Sam is quiet for a second before he notes, “You want to stay.”

He shrugs. “Just…just for a little while longer. We can–we can go sledding, eh? We haven’t done that since we were kids! And then—then we can figure out a way out of here.”

Sam has a look of growing concern on his face, something Dean thinks is teetering too close to pity.

“What?” He jokes, “You’re telling me you don’t wanna see those two sled? It’s not for us, Sam, it’s for the nerdy angels over there.”

His brother manages a smile, which is a relief. “Sure,” he says gently. Dean pretends not to hear it, heading now for the sleds and waving them all over.

He pulls the sleds apart, placing them each by the hill’s edge, but not so close that sitting on them would be enough to send them flying down the slope.

“Okay,” Dean starts, “How do we want to do this?”

Dean knows the answer before anyone says it. Better stated: he knows his wish before anyone else does.

“The logical route would be to pair up,” Cas says seriously, “You and Sam have done this before, so each of you gets a sled.”

Dean feels his chest go tight with anticipation for a second, and then it subsides. He nods.

“Good idea. Who—”

“I’ll go with Jack,” Sam interrupts, a wry smile on his face. Dean quirks his lips in a smile, cocking his head to the side in a mild ‘screw you’ gesture to his brother. He turns to Cas.

“Well, hop on then Louise and we’ll sail off this cliff together,” Dean says. He waits for the recognition to spark in Cas’ eyes and he smiles—for real this time—as Cas situates himself in the front of the sled. He spares Jack and Sam a glance, amused at how Sam is struggling not to take up most of the sled with his legs, before sitting down behind Cas.

And he stays like that for a moment, sitting awkwardly and gathering his courage, until he musters up enough to wrap his legs around him.

“I’m nervous,” he hears Jack say. Dean thinks, Me too. Sam laughs and reassures Jack that it’ll be fine.

“Okay, uh, you’re gonna have to lean back once we kick off, alright?” Dean instructs, trying to remember how to do this.

“You promise I won’t fall?”

Dean swallows. “Nah. I’ll hang on to you.”

“Let’s race,” Sam says. He can feel him staring and avoids Sam’s gaze. He’ll blame the tint on his cheeks and ears on the cold, if Sam ever asks.

Dean scoffs, “You’ll lose.”

“Prove it,” Sam responds, and then he’s pushing off and leaving them in the dust.

Dean’s surprised by the laugh that escapes him, and then he’s pushing off too, and he and Cas are propelled down the snowy slope after the others.

Cas leans back as instructed. Dean’s pretty sure the guy can feel the rush of his heartbeat with his back on Dean’s chest like that, but Dean can also feel Cas’ steel grips on his legs, nails digging into his shins.

He laces an arm around Cas’ chest, pressing him closer. “I’ve got you!” he reminds him.

There’s a beat, and then over the sound of the wind whipping against their faces, Cas says, “I know.”

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sassyhobbits · 4 years ago

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for one night standards would you write a scene where aelin cant be found in the castle maybe bc shes doing sth ridiculous with her daughter like a mother daughter photoshoot to surprise rowan with later but when rowan can't find her he gets all panicked and out of his mind bc he still has unresolved trauma from when she was kidnapped and its all angsty until he has both back in his arms but also gives rowan a chance to talk and work through his experience with aelin gone? (because lets face it he probably ignores his feelings about that as much as possible in order to not burden aelin further and because it was just too painful)

loved this idea!!! i also added the prompt “Because I know when I open my eyes this will all turn out to be a dream and I’ll lose you again“ Thank you to everyone who supported ONS!! i had such a fun time writing it and im always happy to come back to it. enjoy!!

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Rowan Whitethorn was generally a patient man.

He knew how to wait his turn, to take his time. He was always one to raise a brow at those who seemed to be in a harried rush to everything. It seemed stressful, to say the least. He was perfectly content to sit back when needed.

Except for now.

He had made a trip back home to Doranelle to surprise Isolde for her graduation from her masters program. Aelin had wanted to come as well, but with the baby and the responsibilities she had back in Orynth, it just hadn’t worked out. Still, she sent her well-wishes to Isolde through a video chat, letting little Eliora babble into the camera and say hello as well.

Their daughter was just over six months now, already growing far too fast for Rowan’s liking. He treasured every moment he got to spend with his two favorite girls.

And although he was always happy to see his family back in Doranelle, it had been the longest he had been away since Eliora had been born. It made him highly impatient to return home.

His jet touched down in Terrasen in the early afternoon. It was summer, though the day was mild. The sky was a vivid blue, fat white clouds floating lethargically on the breeze. Absolutely beautiful.

Due to the time difference, he hadn’t been able to call Aelin before he had got on the plane. He tried to reach her as he slid into the dark sedan that would drive him from the airport to the palace, but all he got was her voicemail.

Maybe she was in the shower, or changing Eliora’s diaper. Maybe their daughter had a finicky night of sleeping and now the pair were trying to catch up on their slumber. It was fine. Or so Rowan told himself. He still hadn’t been able to stop the small clench of nerves at the pit of his stomach.

He scolded those foolish feelings. Of course his wife and daughter were safe. They were just waiting for him to return.

The drive was quick and easy and he was back at the palace before he knew it. His feet carried him towards the room he shared with Aelin, a small smile curling on his lips as he thought about having his wife and daughter in his arms once more. He missed the feeling of Aelin curled against him as they slept.

“Aelin?” he called, pushing into their room and nudging the door shut behind him. “I’m home.”

He was greeted by nothing but silence. No sound of running water in the bathroom to suggest a shower, so soft snores or shifting sheets meaning a nap. He strode into the bedroom, finding that the bed was already neatly made, not a thread out of place.

He dropped his bags by the dresser, noting that Aelin’s phone had been left there, face up. He picked it up, seeing that she still had the notification of a missed call from him and a few miscellaneous emails that hadn’t been checked.

“Aelin?” he said again, moving towards the nursery. He had gotten used to the sight of Aelin sitting in the rocking chair with Eliora, either when the babe was hungry or she just wanted to hold her daughter. Rowan had countless pictures on his phone of the two of them in that position. The sunlight streamed from the window and hit them just right in the mornings, making them look like a painting.

But the nursery was empty and the window was shut.

Those nerves reared their ugly heads once more. He had no reason to assume the worst, the palace was one of the safest places in the kingdom.

But… Aelin had once been snatched away from him on palace grounds. During their own wedding.

Rowan shook himself. No. That was the past. This was now.

Since his wife didn’t have her phone, he knew it would be fruitless to try and contact her that way. But, Rowan knew Aelin better than he knew himself.

He began a sweep of the palace, checking out her favorite haunts. The library was a bust, so was the gym. He had checked the kitchens to see if she had swooped in for a snack or something sweet, but she wasn’t there either. Rowan luckily ran into Aedion, asking the prince if he knew where Aelin was. But her cousin hadn’t seen her at all that morning.

With each failed attempt at finding them, Rowan’s fears steadily crept up. It wouldn’t be much longer before they had wrapped themselves around his throat and pulled him deep into their depths.

He took a long breath to center himself before striding out into the gardens. His heart started beating faster, not seeing any sign of her at first. Rowan’s fingers curled into tight fists as he stepped over fresh, green grass. Gods, where were they? If something had happened to them…

But before Rowan’s fears could conquer him, he heard a soft voice on the summer breeze. A familiar voice at that. Relief washed through him, heavenly and soothing, as he followed that melodic sound.

It was Aelin. It didn’t take him long to realize that she was reading one of Eliora’s favorite books to her. It was a silly tale, and it was made even more vivid when Aelin told it. She was an excellent story-teller. They didn’t know how much Eliora really understood, whether she just liked the brightly colored pictures or the faces her mother would make when she told it. Regardless, it always made the little princess smile.

Rowan rounded a hedge, a warmth spreading through his chest at the sight before him.

Aelin had spread out a large quilt under the shade of a willow. Some of Eliora’s toys were scattered about, but currently, the toddler sat in her mother’s lap, wide-eyes glued on the book before her.

Rowan couldn’t help but think Aelin looked stunning today. Her golden hair was left loose, swaying on the breeze, the summer sun bringing a healthy flush to her cheeks. She wore a silky, pale blue wrap-dress, bare feet tucked beneath her as she read. Eliora looked mighty charming too in a bright pink dress with a matching bow.

Rowan strolled towards them, Aelin’s eyes jumping towards him as she noticed his presence. A huge smile broke out on her stunning face.

“You’re home!” she greeted, putting the book she had been reading aloud down. Eliora, no longer entertained by her mother’s storytelling, crawled over the quilt to grab one of her brightly colored toys. “I thought you were going to call me when you landed?”

“I did, Fireheart,” Rowan said. He lowered herself behind Aelin on the blanket, his wife situated between his legs, before wrapping his arms tightly around her and tugging her back into his chest securely. “You left your phone in our room.”

Rowan placed a lingering kiss on Aelin's shoulder, breathing in her scent deeply. She was safe, in his arms, Eliora happy as can be, sticking her toys in her mouth. Everything was fine.

Aelin turned in his arms slightly, brows knitted slightly. Rowan knew she could see right through him.

“What is it, Ro?”

“It’s nothing, love.”

Aelin narrowed her eyes at him, as if to say, Don’t you lie to me, Buzzard.

Rowan heaved a sigh, reaching out and brushing some of Aelin’s silky hair behind her ear. “It’s just… you didn’t answer me when I called, and I couldn’t find you and Eliora when I got back. I just couldn’t help but think…” His hand drifted until it rested on Aelin’s abdomen, right over the scar she bore from fighting her way to freedom. He saw understanding on his wife’s face.

“We’re here, Rowan. We’re safe.” She placed a gentle hand on Rowan’s cheek, bringing his gaze towards her.

“I know,” Rowan whispered, jaw clenched. “But sometimes, I just worry that when I open my eyes, this will all turn out to be a dream. And I’ll lose you all over again.”

Aelin took his hand, giving it a firm squeeze. “This is real, Rowan. We both fought for this life, for each other. And nothing, nothing, is going to take it away. Ever.”

Rowan saw the determination blazing in Aelin’s eyes. She was right, of course. This was their life now, they had built their happiness bit by bit, even when so much seemed to want to go wrong. But Aelin and Eliora… they were everything to him. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to banish his fears entirely, but he would treasure every moment he spent with them.

Rowan leaned in, kissing Aelin softly before murmuring against her lips, “I missed you.”

She smiled, kissing him again. “I missed you too, Ro.”

They indulged in a few more slow, sweet kisses before loud babbling sounded, tiny hands twisting into Rowan’s trouser. He looked down, finding Eliora’s wide eyes looking up at him, flashing a gummy smile.

Aelin laughed. “It looks like someone else missed you, too.”

Rowan grinned, reaching out and picking up his daughter. He held her up high, making her release the sweetest little laughs, little legs kicking in delight. He kissed Eliora all over her little face before tucking her in one arm, throwing the other around Aelin. Immense love and devotion flowed through him, holding his two girls close.

No wonder why he had been so impatient to get home.

#rowaelin #my writing #one night standards #its cute :)#love this au #what if i just changed the names and some details and turned it into a book

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gotnofucks · 4 years ago

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Sell My Soul

Pairing: dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: You cut a deal with the Sheriff to save your brother

Words: 2k

Warning: non-con touching, sexual harassment, language, 18+ ONLY

A/N: No spoilers for TDATT

Part 2 Part 3

MASTERLIST

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You were shivering in the winter chill, your thin jacket doing little to protect you from the breeze. But then, your shivering was partly due to fear too. You were sitting outside the police station in a rickety chair, hands tugged deep in your pocket and a handknit woolen hat on your head. You were waiting for news of your brother who had been kicked out of the bar again after starting a fight. Seems like he punched someone important tonight which prompted his arrest and so here you were.

“Miss”, a young officer called, and you looked at him. “The Sheriff will see you now”

The Sheriff. Of course, as if tonight couldn’t have gotten worse with you dragging yourself out after midnight in freezing cold to the police station, it just did. You wish you’d worn more than a jacket, but then even if you had ten more layers on, you felt naked in front of his gaze. You entered his small office and the officer shut the door behind you. There was a large window with a view to other officers’ desk outside, so you relaxed a little.

“Y/n, lovely to see you again.” Sheriff Lee Bodecker greeted you with his condescending smirk. His eyes raked over your form with no shame and you crossed your arms across your chest. “Sit”.

You took a seat in front of his desk and twisted your fingers nervously. You tried to hold his gaze but the darkness in those blue eyes scared you.

“Can I see my brother?” You asked.

“Your brother really got himself into a spot tonight, sweetheart. You see, he punched the Mayor’s son.”

The little blood in your face drained as your heard what he said. The Mayor’s son. Your brother was a goner. They’ll have him charged with assault or maybe even attempted murder. This town was the most corrupt place you’d known, and laws were made and broken as per convenience. You willed away the tears in your eyes because he was the last person you wanted to cry in front of.

Lee looked at you with a smirk as you tried to compose yourself. He was always smirking, always amused when he looked at you. Sometimes when he managed to get his hands on you, he would smile. That smile was the stuff of your nightmares.

“How much do you want to drop the charges? I’ve got some money saved.” You said. There was going to be no court or justice here. Law didn’t work like that in this place. Bodecker chuckled.

“Sweetheart, money ain’t gonna do shit for your brother this time round. It’s the Mayor’s son.”

“I’ve got some jewelry if that will do.”

“The Mayor has no use for that. Your brother touched his precious son. He wants revenge.”

You sighed. You could have slapped your brother for his foolishness. After your parents’ passing, his care was passed onto you. No matter how well you tried to raise him, he grew up to be a little shit. You really should have worked harder to curb his drinking habit. You wracked your mind for any way to get him out and when you found none, you softly groaned. You’ll have to swallow your pride and ask for help from the last person you wanted to owe something to.

“What can I do to get him out?” You asked Lee and he grinned.

“How badly do you want him out?” He mused, rubbing his jaw, and staring at you.

“You know how badly. And I know you’ve got something up your sleeve so just tell me what I have to do”

“Now you’re talking. You were always such a quick learner.” He said and got up from his desk. He walked to the door and to your horror drew in the blinds, covering the window. He turned to your shell-shocked self with a cheeky smile.

“Put them back up. The blinds.” You said. You’d hoped that your voice will be firm, but it came out shaky. For the first time tonight, you truly felt alone with him, and that never ended well for you. His eyes often wandered and so did his hands, something that you couldn’t escape no matter how hard you tried.

“Come on, don’t be like that. I only wanna help you darlin’. I know you love that piece of shit brother of yours and losing him would break that pretty little heart of yours. You know how much I care about that, don’t you?”

His hand touched your cheek and you jumped up and away from him. He was blocking the only exit and your breathing picked up as you felt trapped.

“Please don’t. I can’t deal with you right now. I just want to take him home.” You said.

Lee leaned against his desk and licked his lips.

“You see sweetheart, it doesn’t matter to me what you want. You wanna see your brother back under your roof, so you gotta deal with me. Now, come here.” He pointed in front of him and you glared. You hated this fucking town and you hated this man. For months now he’s had those eyes on you and would find ways to get you alone. At times he’d corner you in your own store and run those disgusting hands over your curves. You’d always managed to slip away somehow, but today it seemed like your bad luck had turned into a curse and time had run out.

“How can you help my brother? What can you do to ensure he’ll be fine?”

“Come to me and I’ll tell you.”

There was heat in his eyes along with challenge. He could obviously drag you, but he wanted your surrender. He wanted you to walk to him. For a moment you were tempted to let your brother rot for putting you in this position but then you steeled your nerves. Squaring your shoulders, you walked in front of him and stopped.

“Closer”

You took another step. You were less than an arm’s length apart.

“Closer”

“Sheriff, please”

“Now!”

You took the last step and you could feel his breath on your face. He looked at ease with that annoying smirk in place.

“Ain’t that easy, eh?” He said and casually pushed your hair behind your ear. You flinched and took a step away. His hand shot out and in a second it was around your waist and you were tugged flush to his body.

“Stop, let go!” You said and tried to push him away. He caught your hands in one of his before cupping your jaw harshly.

“Listen to me now. I am the only person who can save your brother. If you ever want to see him again, stop fucking struggling. You’ve been a little minx slipping outta my hands every time. But I tell you, even if you go away now, I’ll come back. I’ll keep coming until you’ll have no where to go. And once I have you, you’ll wish you hadn’t made me wait.”

Tears gathered in your eyes and when he saw them, he let your jaw go and wiped them away. Putting a hand behind your head he pulled you closer and then you felt his lips on yours. It was a bruising kiss that left you feeling almost faint. But you didn’t struggle anymore.

“You have no idea how much I want you. I see you trying to find a place in this town. I see you wandering like a lost soul. But that’s because you don’t know where you belong. And where you belong is with me. Under me.” He kissed you again, biting your lips. He released your hands and roughly tugged off your jacket from your shoulder. Your hands shot out to stop his, breath erratic as your eyes darted to the door.

“Please, not here, not now.” You knew you were pleading, but this was the only way. Your brother was the only family you had left, and you weren’t ready to lose him. “Save my brother, please. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Whatever?” He was smiling and you felt your stomach churn. This is what it must feel like trying to sell your soul to the Devil.

“Whatever.” You promised and his hands left you. You shrugged on your jacket and breathed deeply after putting some distance between you.

“You know, this town may be shit but it has at least got some semblance of law. I can get someone to confess that your brother didn’t start the fight and only retaliated in self-defense. Even this town can’t ignore an eyewitness testimony.”, Bodecker said with a smug look. You exhaled deeply in relief. You didn’t care to know if the witnesses were true or false or if your brother truly started the fight or not. You won’t lose him.

“Can I see him?”, You asked, and he nodded.

“Of course, you can darlin’. You meet him in that cell and tell him you gonna get him out. And while you’re at it, give ‘im the good news too.”

“Good news?”

“Why, the good news of our engagement of course. He’s your brother so he’s gotta be my family too right. You tell him I’ll make sure they don’t hurt him in there.”

Your legs shook and you sat back in your chair while Lee supported an ear-splitting grin. He laughed a little and came to you, a hand gently combing your hair.

“You said whatever, didn’t ya.”

You looked up at him in disbelief. Why would he want to marry you? At most you thought he’d want to bed you, take you so he could go on to finding another conquest. You thought one night or maybe a couple more at max would be all he asked for. Your body in exchange for your brother’s life. You could do that. But he wasn’t just asking for your body. He wanted the whole of you.

“Why do you wanna marry me?” You whispered and he leaned down to brush a very soft kiss on your brow. You shivered in fear. His gentleness was scarier than his roughness. That Sheriff you could handle. You didn’t know what to expect from him like this.

“Is it so surprising I want a ring on that finger? You know what happens when I think of you in my bed, in my arms? You know what happens when I imagine you cooking me a meal when I come home from work? You know what happens when I think of you, barefoot and pregnant under my roof, moaning my name as you beg me to fill you again and again? You wanna know what happens?” He snatched your hand and pressed it to his crotch over his pulsing hardness. “This happens. This is what you do to me.”

You tried to take your hand away, but he forced you to keep it there, squeezing himself through your hands.

“You’ll take my ring and you’ll wear a pretty dress and vow to obey me. You’ll love me and give me kids, lot of kids with your hair and my nose. And every night you will take my cock in your mouth and that juicy cunt of yours. Every night I want to taste you on my tongue and your softness around me.”

You did not know when he took you in his arms and pushed you against the wall but then he was kissing you. His hands roamed your body, smacking your ass and bruising you. You panted hard, confused, scared and helpless.

“No. No, please.” You cried but he silenced you with a punishing kiss and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Yes. I’ll have you. One way or another it had to happen.”

He took your hands and put them around his neck and spread legs apart by putting his knee between them. One hand cupped your breast while the other cupped you between your thighs.

“You’ll never feel empty down here. I’ll rail you so deep and hard sweetheart.”

Then abruptly he was off you and you almost stumbled off the wall. You held the back of the chair to support yourself, looking up in bafflement. What the fuck just happened here. He was back behind his desk, fiddling with some papers, a very content look in his blue eyes.

“Off you go, I’ll have someone take you to the cell. Then we can go home and celebrate.”

#dark!lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x reader #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker #the devil all the time #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader

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