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aesadraws · 8 months ago
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Entering the final stages (again, for the third time) of modding Skyrim for my first ever PC playthrough. I'm so tired. This was so much easier on PS4, damn the restrictions at least I could just kinda plug and play.
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lvndosnorris · 6 months ago
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🍒anon here !
sooo i had a smut headcannon idea of fewtrell!reader and lando on vacation with max and they have to be super careful bcs of max and they almost get caught a few times
turned this into a forbidden love trope because i eat that up every! single! damn! time!
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you're not even sure how you got roped into going on holiday with your brother and his best friend
trying to convince yourself that you hadn't been away in ages and that it would be good for you to get away for a bit
but the minute the vacation actually started and you felt the sun warm your body from the inside out you weren't complaining
often shooing the two men out of the villa during the day so you could laze around by the pool and just absorb the calmness
stripping down to barely nothing as you scooted around private garden, your music humming through your phone as you persuaded yourself to make a little drink
nearly leaving your body as you bumped into lando, your fear audible as you clutched your chest and tried to suppress your fright with an awkward giggle
"i didn't know anyone was back— you're not meant to be back 'till this evening!"
all he'd do is cock his eyebrows, glancing only briefly down at your lack of coverage as you crossed your legs over and waited for him to do whatever he was doing and then leave again
he'd make some smug remark about how he might just have to stick around the villa if this was the case
his words sticking with you as you'd finally shoo him off
ears ringing with what he'd said
because surely you misheard it? or perhaps got the wrong idea
only you'd be stirred from your downtime as it got dark by a soft knock at your bedroom door
confused as you opened up to see lando stood there, arms crossed over his chest as he'd ask if you were up to much
and you didn't know how he managed to make his way into your room but there was he; sprawled over your bed as he fiddled with one of your bead bracelets that he'd pinched from the bedside table as you hummed over his list of never ending questions
finally asking him if there was anything you could help with, why he was here
"i haven't been able to get you out of my head"
that simple sentence being the downfall of your sanity as only a mere few minutes after you found yourself on your knees for him
for lando
your brother's best friend
shushing him as you traced over his tip with your thumb, watching him wince and pout down at you teasingly
barely able to keep composure as he pushed at the back of your head, slipping his cock just a little further into your mouth as you hummed around him amusingly
eager to hear more of how your name sounded coming from him but knowing you'd be dead if anyone ever found out
tugging up your shirt a little as it sat just under your chin, tits on full display for lando as you sucked and kissed his length until he was threatening to cum right there on the spot
and he did — forcing you to stay still as he twitched and finished in the back of your throat, rocking his hips a few more times before slowly pulling back
his forefinger swiping at the corner of your mouth, pushing it between your lips as you sucked the remained of his seed from the pad of his finger
of course that one encounter didn't stop there
the two of you spending the next few weeks tip-toeing around max as you sought for every moment where you could be alone
lando making lame excuses as to why he'd meet him there so he could have you right there and then on the sun-loungers around the pool
clamping a hand over your mouth as he curled two fingers inside of you, your wetness coating his wrist in a delicious sheen as you felt your eyes roll back
being dragged back to reality as lando heard the faint shouting from max who had suddenly popped back because he forgot his wallet
the feeling of lando being pressed above you gone as he stumbled to his feet, adjusting his obvious erection as he'd finish fixing himself just as max popped his head around the double doors
confused as he asked why he was out here with you when he told him he was going to the shops for something
sneaking into your room after max had passed out on the sofa whilst watching some rerun of an old show
kissing you in between telling you that you have to stay quiet
only for you to ignore his demand as soon as his tip was stroking against your clit, lando's eyes narrowed as he focused on trying to keep you silenced whilst teasing himself in the process
head stuffed in the crook of your neck as he finally got to feel you clench around him, slipping in just a little deeper with every thrust as you clawed helplessly at his biceps and his shoulders
scolding you in whimpers as he tried to think of some excuse for when max would no doubt see the marks
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safination · 27 days ago
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The Tell
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Pairings: Alastor x Wife! Fox!Reader TLDR: It's been seven years since you've last seen Alastor, and here he is pretending he doesn't have a tail that tells you how happy he is to see you
This is for @voxtekinc's week 3 prompt: Stop Stalking Me. Many, many thanks to the greatest Rodent ever, @crackrodent, for coming up with the title because I could not. (Fox tail because of Kit.)
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Every step that Alastor takes, you take as well. Every corner that he rounds, you round as well. The more steps he takes, the more steps you take. It’s like a funny little dance.
You follow him across the long and unfamiliar hallways of the Hazbin Hotels, passing by different rows of rooms. (Do any of these rooms belong to Alastor?) It’s easy to follow him when Alastor does nothing but walk and walk and walk through these winding halls. Still, you follow and follow and follow him through the halls.
It’s like game you’re playing with your husband. The base of your fox tail curls from side-to-side, forming half hearts with every swish.
Alastor stops in his tracks, and turns behind with dialed eyes. The air glitches around you, and your tail flicks from the look of his eyes. “I can sense you from all the way there, dearest,” he says. “You’re not doing a very good job of hiding from me.”
You step closer to him, a bright smile on your lips as you play with your fingers. “I’m not trying to hide from you, my deer.”
“What are you even doing?” Alastor strikes the floor with his microphone, creting this distance between the both of you. “I told you – I’m busy.”
“I’m not busy,” you say. “So, I’m spending my time with you while you’re off doing whatever it is you’re going to do in this hotel.”
“Go follow someone else.”
“I have no other husbands to follow.” You lean a bit closer with a smile, crossing the line he drew with his microphone. “You disappeared on me for several years! I’m very happy to see you, and I’m taking every chance I can get with you.”
Alastor removes his microphone, and cups your face. His thumb goes up and down the skin of your cheek. It’s been so long since you’ve felt the warmth of his touch. So, if you lean into him more than usual . . . then, that’s your business.
“I’m not going back to our home without you after some tour,” you say, closing your eyes to revel in his warmth. “I would like some time with you as well.”
Alastor smiles that wide smile at you, his shadow towering over your body. “Stop stalking me.”
“I would follow you to the edges of Hell. You should have known that the moment you presented me with a ring.” You stare into his eyes, wide and unblinking. “Had I been any less of a stalker, I would be in Heaven, married to some other fella.”
“We both know that isn’t true,” Alastor boops your nose, leaning down to show off the yellow in his tooth. “You’ve never been able to stop yourself from following after me. Imagine my shock when I found you outside my door with a body.”
You mirror his grin.  “What intrigued you the most—the body or the fact that I found your address?”
“How charming of you, my dear.” Alastor rolls his eyes. “Stop following me.”
“Ha!” You smack his bicep in good fun. “It’s really difficult to leave you alone when you’ve been flirting with me all day.”
“I have not been flirting.”
You lean up, using the tips of your toes, and press one, single kiss on his lips.
Swish.
Swish.
Swish.
Alastor tries to deepen the kiss, but you pull back with the most innocent smile on your face.
The lump behind Alastor’s coat starts to thump between the fabric. The noise is faint, but the hallways is quiet enough. Alastor’s ears flick for a second when he realizes that the swishing sound came from him. Alastor groans into your hair, leaning his weight on you.
You pull away from him, grinning at the way his smile wobbles into embarrassment, and lift the back of his coat. The base of his tail wags in slow movement of left to right. The sight of his deer tail happily swishing cause your own tail to wag like a happy dog.
Alastor presses a hand to his face, grumbling, but still, he allows you to stare into his happy tail. “I should just cut if off.”
“Nonsense!” you say, and the base of your fingers run along the fur of his tail, and you pinch the sensitive base. “I quite like your tail.”
Alastor jumps out, grabbing your wrist with a glare. “Stop it.”
The way he stares into you causes a shiver that straightens out your tail. It settles a type of warmth into your cheeks. Still, your tail happily wags like a dog, curling in the shape of half hearts, as a smile stretches across your face.
“My deer,” you say, and a small giggle escapes you. “This is the most you’ve looked at me today.”
Alastor presses a kiss on the inside of your wrist, and releases it with a smile. He pulls you into a hug, and the moment you return his hug, the base of his tail starts to swish even harder . . . it accompanies your own wagging tail. “You’re quite happy to see me.”
“Why wouldn’t I be happy to see my husband?” You boop his nose. “I would never hide how happy it makes me to see you, my deer.”
Alastor curls into your arms, pressing his forehead on your shoulder. “I’m . . . I’m quite happy to see you as well.”
You tighten your grip on his shirt, as if letting go would make Alastor disappear again.
Still, two happy tails wag together in unison.
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moremaybank · 1 year ago
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HIGH SEX — j.m
pairing jj maybank x fem!reader
warnings marijuana use, high sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk/language
author's note a lil proofread but kinda not (aka i skimmed over it), sorry ily
kinktober masterlist ;; jj masterlist ;; buy me a coffee!
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High sex with JJ was addicting. His hands travelling greedily all over your body as if it’d be the last time he ever got to feel you beneath his calloused fingertips. Pink lips sucking hickies anywhere they wished, and kissing you so deep that he never wanted to come up for air. Deep, slow strokes where he buried himself inside you. Eating you out for hours and tuning the world so far out that all he could hear was your trembling moans. 
There was nothing that compared to it. 
Your heart raced as the THC ran through your veins. Everything was heightened. Every kiss and every brush of JJ’s skin against yours scorched you. Each action went straight to your core, awakening your senses and making you that much more sensitive. 
“Almost done, princess. Finish that joint ‘n I’ll fuck you so good. Know how bad you need it.” His fingers skimmed over your clit and he felt your body tense under his touch. You took another hit, exhaling it shakily when he applied the slightest bit of pressure. “There we go, that’s it.” 
He swapped his middle and ring finger for his thumb, starting to rub slow circles while he slipped his digits into you. You mewled and your toes curled. He nodded at you, encouraging you to finish the joint. You obeyed him as always, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of him and knowing your wishes wouldn’t be granted until you did so. You inhaled for the last time, letting the smoke swirl into your lungs. Before you could release it, JJ’s free hand grasped your neck, pulling you to his lips so he could steal the smoke for himself. Your stomach did somersaults at the move, and you clenched around his fingers. 
“God, you’re sexy,” he breathed, the puff escaping his mouth as he spoke. His lips trailed down to your neck, sucking at your sensitive skin as his fingers fucked you. Your hand wove into his hair, then slid down to the spot between his shoulder blades. Your nails dug into his flesh when he curled his digits. 
“Get inside me,” you whined. 
He pulled away from your neck, a crooked smile pulling at his lips as he put the joint out on the ashtray. “No please ‘n thank you? Where’re those manners, pretty girl?” 
“Fuck me before I leave you high and dry. Literally.” 
“Yes ma’am.” He shoved his boxers down, letting his cock jump out. It stood tall, waiting to be sunk into your velvety walls. Then his hand found the inside of your thigh, pressing you open and easing himself inside. You gasped, letting your head fall back against the seat. Your mouth was open, providing him with the space to stuff his wet fingers into it. You tasted yourself, lapping at them and moaning. 
JJ cursed when he felt your walls flutter, letting his hand abandon your thigh and wrap around your hip. The other withdrew from your mouth and planted next to your head. “You’re soaking, fuck.” 
He slid in and out of you with abundant ease, his cock not letting a single spot inside you go untouched. He hooked your leg around his hip, using the leverage to go even deeper, and when he angled himself to hit your g-spot, you swore your eyes crossed. Stars, planets, the whole damn universe was all you could see as he fucked you. 
“Oh my god, you’re so fucking deep, J. More. Harder. Fuck, p-please. I’ll do anything,” you said, brows pulled together as you begged him. 
“Pretty girl’s so fuckin’ needy when she’s high, huh?” He listened to your command, rutting into you roughly. You wrapped your limbs around him like a koala, clutching onto him. “‘M needy for you too, baby. This pussy’s so perfect, got me writing my damn vows.” 
“Yeah? Gonna marry me, J? Fuck every load into my pussy forever?” 
He groaned at your words, pressing his lips to yours harshly. You didn’t think his thrusts could grow any more relentless, but damn, they did. They were unforgiving and brutal, but so fucking good. He sucked on your tongue, tasting you as his pleasure started to climb. 
“Yeah, baby. I’ll slap a rock on that finger ‘n breed the fuck out of you. Get you nice ‘n round with my baby so I can cum in you as many times as I want.” His filthy words were music to your ears. He’d always had a dirty mouth, but when he was high, it was like he was just spilling his deepest and truest confessions. 
JJ stared down at you, eyelids heavy and hooded. His blue orbs sparkled, the tint of red surrounding them. He bit down on his lower lip, watching your tits shake with every thrust. “Such a good fuckin’ slut, taking this cock nice ‘n deep. You wanna cum, baby?” 
“Yes,” you called. “Make me cum. Make me cum.” 
His lips came into contact with your throat again, nipping harshly and painting red and purple splatters onto your flesh. One of his hands travelled up your side and grasped your tit. He rolled and pinched your pebbled nipple between his fingers. 
You were hazy, the amazing sensations and the effects of the weed colliding together and putting you on cloud nine. Unintelligible words tumbled from your lips, and you grew dizzy as JJ angled his cock to hit your sweet spot. Your walls started to close in on him, milking him and begging his cock for his cum. 
“Shit. Fuckfuckfuck,” JJ rasped, his grip on you tightening as he panted heavily. His hot breath against your neck gave you goosebumps and you shivered. You let out another cry, dragging your nails down his back, and your sounds pushed him closer. “I love the way you sound, baby. Want you crying for this cock always. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“Your cum,” you babbled. “Gi-Gimme your cum.” 
He came, hot white spurts spilling into your pussy and mixing with your release. He didn’t stop though. His thrusts remained strong, overstimulating you before you were even done with your first orgasm. 
“J, gonna squirt,” you warned. But he still didn’t falter. He kept fucking you until your release sprayed out of you, drenching him. He pulled out, gripping his cock and slapping it against your clit as he drew more and more of your juices from you. Your loud cries drowned out everything else, and your body shook and trembled below him. “I can’t, JJ, please!” 
“Not stoppin’ ’til you’re fuckin’ empty, baby.” 
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rinhaler · 8 months ago
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As promised!!! Since I love your writing, I had this imagination spark while listening to Chase Atlantic's "HEAVEN AND BACK" song, oddly to say I associate Rin Itoshi in every CA songs. Basically could I request a steamy one-night stand of him meeting reader in a big crowded bar where Rin is likely a bass guitarist? Sounds cheesy of it but XD
GLAD U SAID BASS PLAYER MY BOYF PLAYS BASS 😭 sorry this took SO long to post but I hope u like it :3
warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, alcohol consumption, (kinda fast) enemies to lovers, fingering, love bites, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess etc.), squirting.
words: 2.2k
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It’s been years since you’ve been to a gig. Especially one like this, in a dingy dive bar for a barely known local band. The guitarist is a friend of your cousin’s. And she just about begged you to go.
The place is pretty packed and the music definitely isn’t the worst you’ve heard. In fact, you found yourself swaying your hips and tapping your toes along to the beat. As the night went on and on, you were surprised to find that they were actually good. Good enough to be searching for their latest single when they promoted it at the end of their set.
“Play nice please,” your cousin begs. “I really like him, and I think tonight might be the night.”
“I knew he wasn’t just a fucking friend.” you laugh. She crosses her arms across her chest as embarrassment surges through her, but you still decide to tease her. “You really needed me to help you get some dick?”
“Shut up!” she blushes. “You always have guys falling at your feet so I thought it might rub off on me.” she pouts.
You clear your throat when you notice the guy in question heading your way. She turns around, instantly, smoothing her hair down and putting on the highest, girliest voice she can muster. He seems interested enough without her needing your help, but you decide to stay a few extra seconds for moral support. She giggles at every sentence and smiles giddily whenever he speaks.
“Tone it down, you’re good.” you whisper in her ear before slinking away to the bar.
You signal for a drink, thankful for the low-cut top you’re wearing as everyone else seems to be instantly ignored in favour of you. There’s a scoff beside you, one you choose to ignore until he watches you receive your pint of beer.
“Is there something on my face?” you ask.
“No.” he responds. “I’m jealous of your drink, princess.”
“Excuse me, can you get this guy a beer too?” you yell. The bartender nods with a smile and quickly acquiesces. “Will that put a smile on your pretty face?”
He smirks but shakes his head as he ignores you. He thanks the bartender as he receives his own drink, the frothy head attaching itself to his lip before he licks it away. He grunts a little as he feels a passerby knock into the big black case on his back. It’s only then that you notice it, and pieces begin to fall into place.
“Oh fuck. You were in the band.” you smile excitedly as you angle your body to face him. “I wasn’t gonna come tonight but I’m glad I did.” you giggle as you pull up your phone to show the bands single saved in your music library.
“Thanks.” he nods. “Why did you come?”
“Uh my cousin is trying to fuck the guitarist.”
“You’re Ada’s cousin?” he asks, expression changing to one of slight annoyance. He takes another swig of his beer before elaborating. “Zantetsu hasn’t shut up about her and she’s always crashing our practices. I hope they get it over with, it’s getting in the way.”
“Oh you’re a serious musician. Gotcha.” you roll your eyes. “You know you play the most boring instrument out of everyone, right?”
“Excuse me?”
“Drummers are the hottest, guitars are the most iconic, everyone’s drawn to the singer. And then there’s… you. No one can even hear you over all of that, you know.”
He scoffs once again. You can tell he wants to fight you on it and fill your head with facts about his instrument of choice. But it’s almost like he already knows you and how stubborn you are. He could tell you anything he wants, but you’ll die on the hill you’ve decided to climb just to piss him off more.
“They’d sound like shit if it wasn’t for me.” he mumbles before taking another drink. “The bass is the most important part, you’re clueless. It’s like you’ve never listened to music in your life.”
“Clueless?” you repeat. “Besides, you’ve got a pretty face. I’m sure if your attitude wasn’t so rotten and you were the lead singer you’d be drowning in pussy.”
“I do alright.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You squint your eyes sceptically. There’s no doubt that he has the potential to pull a girl or two. And, admittedly, you’ve had one very hostile conversation with him. But you can tell from his sulky demeanour that any woman he has a chance with is likely scared off by his attitude.
He tries to ignore you for the remainder of his drink.
God, he tries.
But he’s overwhelmed by the desire to put you in your place.
“I—”
“There’s no way you’re getting girls.” you interrupt him immediately. “Like, no way. Maybe one or two, but you’re not doing better than the lead. He’s gorgeous and he’s the face of the band.”
His smile is wicked as he holds his near empty glass, swilling the golden liquid around the bottom before he puts it down on a coaster. “You really don’t get it, do you?” you’re a little taken aback as he bites his lip whilst looking at you from the corner of his eye.
His expression makes your heart beat a little faster. You find yourself shuffling in your seat as you see just how strikingly handsome he really is when he’s trying. And then it hits you, he’s trying. He’s showing you what he’s capable of and you’re falling for it. Even with the knowledge, it’s too late. All you can think about his that sharp jawline and striking stare.
“You know what they say about bass players.” he says quietly, but loud enough for you to hear. His barstool spins so he’s facing you. You take a sharp inhale as he slowly leans in towards you, the smell of beer on his pretty lips makes you heady and excited, waiting with bated breath for him to continue. “They’re good with their fingers.”
You can’t stifle a laugh as he pulls away, giggling like your cousin had been moments prior whilst flirting with the guitarist. It’s embarrassing, letting him see you reduced to this after trying to irritate him. You clear your throat and try to gain your composure.
“You’re disgusting.” you respond.
“Mmm, you want to find out though, so,” he shrugs, finishing the last dregs of his drink. “I’ll wait by the entrance for ten minutes, if you don’t come find me, I’ll leave without you.” he walks away without even looking at you.
You don’t get a chance to say a word before he seamlessly weaves through the crowd and out of sight. Without thinking, you’re already on your feet and checking the time.
Ten minutes.
You rush through the bar to find Ada, tapping on her shoulder to pull her attention away from Zantetsu. “I’m leaving. Seal the deal, please.” you wink. She nods, laughing as you kiss her cheek and rush towards the entrance.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you saw his face light up when he realised you were actually going to take him up on his offer. He plays it off, though, trying to appear cooler and more aloof as you approach him.
“It’s barely been two minutes.” he tells you.
“I’m not gonna let you hear the end of it if you’re all talk.” you smirk.
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The minute he gets you inside of his apartment, you can’t keep your hands off each other. Your lips are on his in an instant, your breath stolen as he lifts you from the ground and encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist while he carries you into the kitchen.
He helps you out of the vest top you’re wearing when he sits you down on the counter so you’re down to your jeans and bra. You tilt your head as he peppers your neck in a combination of soft and sloppy kisses.
Your heels fall off without effort as you instinctively open your legs, rolling your hip against his clothed abs.
“My roommate is out,” he tells you quietly, still kissing you all over. You moan softly as he starts leaving soft bite marks across your skin. “He’s such a clean freak, he’d lose it if he knew—”
“It’s okay,” you giggle, you cup his face and direct him to kiss you again. “Help me get my jeans off.”
He wastes no time unbuttoning them and yanking down the zipper. He keeps his eyes on yours as he helps you shimmy out of the wide-legged jeans, smiling at you as you both hear them crumple on the ground.
“Gonna show me what a stud you are?” you ask, spreading your legs to reveal your dark, lewd panties. There’s a glint of amusement in his eye, which soon turns into a toothy grin as he runs his finger along the damp slit. “Fuck,”
“You’re soaking for me already, good girl.” he tells you. He begins to rub your clit over the lace covering your flesh, and you’re immediately putty in his hands. Your legs quiver slightly, and you rush to close them, but he pries them apart before leaning in to kiss you. “Keep them open for me.” he demands before slipping his tongue between your lips.
“Haah.. haaaah~!” you whimper, his featherlight ministrations seeming like magic as he continues to tease your clit.
“Fuck,” he grunts, fingers curling around the waistband of your panties before he begins to tug. “Off. Get them off.” he demands, ordering you to wiggle on the counter until he manages to peel them from your cunt and slip them down your legs. He distracts you with a kiss as he shoves them into the back pocket of his jeans.
Your tongue lolls out of your mouth as he resumes circling your now bare clit. Your face is picturesque, he thinks, as your eyes become heavy and your pants are more uncontrollable.
“Are you faking this to piss me off?” he wonders. You shake your head slowly. “You’re so sensitive…”
“S-Shut up,” you bite your lip before giggling. “Haven’t gotten any in a while.”
“Well we can’t have that. Better make up for lost time.” he grins, fingers traversing from your throbbing clit to your entrance. His jaw hangs low, moaning in faux sympathy as he starts to stretch you immediately with two fingers. “You’re so tight baby, takin’ me so well.” he tells you.
He doesn’t wait for a response before his head sinks to nestle in the crook of your neck as he assaults your skin with a cacophony moans and sucks, decorating your flesh with his name in a purple and blue masterpiece.  
Your cunt squelches as he presses his fingers deeper and deeper into your gooey interior, eagerly searching for your sweet spot and hellbent on targeting it. He hears you squeak, body almost falling limp with a particularly delicious curling of his fingers. You feel his smug expression against your pulse point, but instead of mocking you, his canines gently graze against it.
“She’s so loud for me, baby. Your sloppy little pussy loves me.” he breathes. You throw your head back as he continues to delve deeper and deeper until you can no longer fight off the urge to scream his name.
“FUCK, Rin!” you cry. “There! R-Right there!”
“There, princess?” he asks, though it’s rhetorical. He already knows what you want and what he needs to do. You’re happy you goaded him. But he’s happier to know he’s proving you wrong. “You’re squeezing so tight… won’t be able to play with your pussy or my bass if you break my fingers.”
“Sto- stop. Goddddd Rin I’m gonna c-um. Gonna cum!” you warn him, as if he didn’t already know. You wrap your arms around his neck in a needy display that makes you sick, but you don’t care enough to stop. He doesn’t mind, either. Making out with you passionately, swapping spit as drool dribbles and pools from each of your mouths. His lips remain connected to yours by a single string of spit as you break away to moan through your high.
He swallows them, though. Transfixed by the feeling and pride that you’re offering your prettiest sounds for him to devour while your legs quiver violently on either side of his hand.
You throw your head back as your pussy begins to squirt and douse his fingers. He doesn’t even flinch, immediately using his free hand to swipe across your clit to extend your pleasure and further the mess spurting from the apex of your thighs.
“She really likes me, baby.” he smirks at you, an expression so smarmy you’d punch him if he hadn’t made you feel so good. “You came so fast for me.”
“You’re welcome.” you giggle, leaning forward to kiss him. “I got what I came for so I’m gonna leave now.” you tell him as you pretend to free yourself of his hold. He shakes his head, lower lip tugged by his teeth as he tries to supress a smile.
“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. Nowhere near through with you yet.”
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fillinforlater · 1 year ago
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Eleven to One: Scandalous Shooting
Male Reader x Ahn Yujin
Length: 3140 words
Tags: quickie sex, semi-public sex, might get caught, sex toys, toy use in public, a tiny bit of feet kink/admiration, standing sex, from behind, hard sex, very wet, very close to squirting, very close to losing your career, megalomaniac!you
TW: semi-public sex, I guess lol
Inspiration: the GIF below. Pure sex.
Credt: @sooyadelicacies, my wonderful co-writer in this series. You can find more parts here!
(A/N: After almost three weeks, I'm finally back! Eleven to One is far from being over, view this as sort of an interlude with a big plot point and some nice, good fun with our hot af Ahn Yujin. Enjoy!)
“Excited for my new shoot? Yujin has sent a video.”
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"Fuck you dumb bitch, suck it just like that." 
Your cock was currently slamming the throat of a gagging Kim Chaewon for what could be between one minute and one hour, anything in between really, but either way, her salvation has just arrived. You pull out of her huffing and puffing mouth and with no further thought wasted on the training session, you prepare to leave.
"What? Where are you going asshole?" Chaewon shouts, baffled, furious, most importantly baffled when you instantly have your hands around her neck and glare down at her, petite and small, kneeling on the floor, one could almost mistake her for a good girl. Chaewon is not yet there though.
"My desire and cock is needed elsewhere. You're not a priority, only a cheap convenience. Yujin is demanding my attention, rather, I demand her body right now." 
Chaewon's face further contorts to a scowl, as you expected. There is the spirit to fight, fight back, fight you, fight whoever opposes her. This spirit is slowly but surely bending to your will and the best part about it: Chaewon has no clue. 
"I'm better than she is..."
Left to right, you cross her messed up face with your cock and scoff at how pitifully desperate her expression is. A little fingering with Minju, a quick blowjob, a facefuck, and she is already demanding you to stay; over your beloved girlfriend, mind you.
"Don't kid yourself, Chaewon." You get your hand in her hair, comb it then mess it up again. "You are so far behind, it's not even funny to compare yourself to her. Like I said: not a priority.
"Minmin, I need you to tie her up. Chaewon's been bad again."
"Yes Daddy!" Minju says naked before you, she is always in the next room, ready to adhere to your commands with glee and joy, even as she puts ropes around her friends ankles and wrists.
"Oh and Minju,” you add, pants not yet around your waist. “How about you suck me off and I'll blast it all over Chaewon's face before I leave. If you are fast, I’ll allow you to lick it off of her too." 
Minju’s eyes brighten and she nods furiously. Soon she’ll nod on your cock.
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It always fascinates you how easy it is to get into certain areas as long as you look determined and wear the appropriate attire. You dart into the building where Yujin currently still had her shooting for the 1000th magazine her stunning face will be featured on.
Is this an issue for you? No. Yujin is yours, ready to go the extra mile for you every single day. She accepts your craziest desires, the family of lustful friends around the two of you, hell, she risks her entire hard earned career and reputation for you. No reason to mistrust her or be envious because people get to see her face or shoulder or feet—
Okay, this is where you draw the line. Yujin just looks too good; her curvy, willing body on the drawer, hair done to tempting perfection, gaze full of sex and then she sticks her bare feet out. You have to stop it, though it's already on camera, they can’t have more of that.
Behind a group of staff members you come to a halt. Get on your toes and look over their heads to find Yujin, in talks with the director. You hear whispers about some reshoots, Yujin handles the small, direct criticisms like a professional. Of course your eyes also drop from her face to her hips, then even lower to her feet, which are currently hidden in two ugly slippers.
Blending in with the crowd, you make a mental note to speed up plans for your next merger, which is right around the corner, only some stupid, posh guys in suits hesitating, because they don’t want to lose face to Hyewon’s non-nonsense negotiation tactics. After this final chess move, there is no more sneaking around after that. It's a checkmate for any and every doubt. Nothing can stop your fantasies from coming true.
You wait for Yujin to notice you, but then grow impatient. Tapping on your pants pocket, you push a button and notice from a distance a twitch of pleasure on her face as she quickly scans the room to find you.
Perfect, she still has it on her. Whenever Yujin goes out, she has the option to take a small bullet vibrator from her purse and use it to relieve some stress or make a boring schedule more fun. The vibrator is connected with both your and her phone, so you can always test if she knows that you are nearby—and also have your way with her, of course.
Yujin’s libido is great enough for such a bold move and of course she has found you immediately, but instead of going straight towards you, she continues her duty. After all, the reshoots have to continue.
"This scene right here, on top of the drawer," the director says. Yujin gets into position, and thank God she kicks off the slippers.
You lick your lips a little before turning into a scowl. You push the button again, only this time on a higher setting. If you arrived, you were the top priority, not some wannabe director having his eyes look at the most sex-oozing woman to ever walk on this earth. Watching Yujin squirm, you decide to pull out your phone and make a call. The call.
"Hyewon, plans have changed. I want the merger motion to go forward right now. I'm done waiting." 
"Yes, Master!" 
You only had to wait as you watched Yujin continue to try and control herself under the power of the toy inside her. As the minutes and poses went on, it became harder for her to withstand the buzzing pleasure, though the constant background noise has everyone except you blissfully unaware of the vibrators presence. You have to admit, waiting is the thing you hate the most in this world, but with Yujin on the edge, in public, right before your eyes, it’s more than bearable.
"Miss Ahn, is everything okay?" the cameraman asks, worried and puzzled by Yujin's expressions and the increasing redness on her cheek.
"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm gu-ud. Should I try a different pose?"
"How about you put your legs up on it, like you did earlier?" the director suggests. 
When it comes to poses, magazine shoots, and being in front of the camera in general, Yujin is a goddess in every aspect. Cute, thrilling, hot, seductive, cool, she can do it all—and today she decided to give the people what they want.
This tease cannot go unpunished. You continue to let the vibrator do its thing on a low setting to not elicit any unwanted moans and just wet her crotch more and more. It might not be noticeable on the black dress, but she is about to soak it, let her juices run down her legs and pool at her marvelous feet. You are insatiable, not even stopping when she looks at you with begging puppy eyes—
Yujin is at your mercy; only you can get her out of this.
A message from Hyewon lights up your phone. It is done, Master. Well spoken, she must have really pushed those otherwise tenacious executives around hard to get it done this quickly. Smiling, you decide to make your presence known, startling the crew. 
"Mr. Director, you should be getting a phone call any moment now, I'm here to supervise the rest of this shoot. You're all doing wonderful, but I want to make sure Yujin's health is prioritized. Could we go for a lunch break now?"
"Sir, who are you—" The shrill ring of his phone interrupts the bewildered director, though his bewilderment only increases with every second the phone call continues. He hastily runs from set to set, gathering staff members, phone still pressed to his cheek.
"What have you done now?" Yujin snarls, her body not on the drawer anymore, unstable next to you. She grabs your suit, but elect to You ignore her and watch the staff flock out, the directors face full with sweat, an apologetic gesture towards you.
"So-sorry, Sir, we of course take the health of the idols very seriously. I didn't know you were managing her."
"It's alright," you say reassuringly, hand in a pocket, and in the thrill of the moment, you push the vibrator to the strongest setting. "Are you~ alright, Miss Ahn?"
Yujin cries out, her shriek startling the director. He tries to react quickly, but you put on your sternest, most serious face, really, the feat of a great actor, though that is par for the course in your business. 
"Lets not waste any time. Mr. Director .I'll need everybody off the set. I'd rather not have anyone see Miss Ahn like this. Thanks for your understanding."
"I-I, of course, I'll—"
The director throws his hands in the air. His face is pale, he is unsure where to run, left, right; he needs time to catch himself and find the exit as does everyone else. He closes the door with an apologetic bow and you can hear him shout in panic and frustration.
"How the hell did you do that?" Yujin mumbles, her hands on your side to keep herself upright. Look down to find her legs drenched in her own juices, the dress ruined, her hair in a wild mane.
You lick your lips. 
"Oh baby girl, you're mine now. I had Hyewon seal the deal. I bought your company, which means, personally and professionally, every part of you belongs to me."
Yujin's puppy eyes have never been bigger—except for maybe the time you first penetrated her tight pussy—though this time you find it hard to make out any clear thought she might have; is it pure bewilderment at the boldness and timing of your move? Is it anger because you purposefully got her into trouble, took things too far, just because you could? Or is it—
"Now what?" Yujin grits her teeth and looks to the wet floor. "This was too risky! Reporters will ask questions, some are going to spy on you, rumors will spread—they will find it out! You can't hide this forever."
You gently rake your hand through Yujin's raven hair and watch her toes tense up. Her entire body radiates tension, stress, like she can see everything crumble. The future looks bleak, nothing but darkness. The ‘young you’ can relate strongly, the bottom is usually dark—but as long as you fight, you'll reach the light. Even in the poorest of areas, someone is able to reach for the stars and create a better place for himself, his family.
A better place, even better than what you believed was already perfect.
"Trust me, Yujin," you coo to her and gently pull her hair back to look down at that concerned face of a beautiful goddess. "This is going to lead to moments greater than you could've ever dreamed of."
She looks at you with a swirl of conflicted emotions, but you don't let her dwell on it for too long as you move in to kiss her, prodding your tongue into her mouth too. You subtly position your left hand's fingers near her wet snatch.
"We don't have—"
"—a lot of time," the two of you whisper simultaneously. It's teamwork, alright, how she finishes your sentence with her needy voice, how you hike up her dress while she fiddles with your zipper, how you both find a bit of cover in the far corner of the room. If someone were to come in, you'd at least not be seen, but by the way Yujin squirms when you pull at the cord of the oval vibrator, her voice will make the situation blatantly obvious, even for a blind person.
"You need to stay quiet," you growl in Yujin's neck while you still try to get the plug out of her tight cunt. "This is some serious business, don't disappoint me. Do it like you did last year, on the red carpet.
"Why the fuck—"
The vibrator is still stuck inside her, the walls of Yujin's pussy clamp around it, not ready to let go of the pleasure the constant vibration brings. If it wasn't for your arm around her waist, Yujin would've dropped to the floor already. She is unable to resist it, it's deep inside her, it's snuck and comfortable. 
A conflict for you, for her: Can you really let her cum just like this again? It would not be the great, immediate release for your cock you were looking for, but the humiliation, Yujin's embarrassment would make you ascend to a new level of all-powerfulness. It's the same for her, just the other way around. It seems that she has made up her mind before you though:
"Daddy please, you-you need to leave… let me finish the shoot and—" 
But you keep kissing her neck. 
"Baby girl," you growl. "Either you cum on my cock after I pound your tight little pussy or I turn that toy in you on maximum for the rest of the day. You'll squirt like a fucking fountain, make a mess and then what? What will the headlines say then?" 
"Daddy, please! At home… I'll do whatever you want, just not here."
"You know it already don't you, baby girl? I'm your salvation—my cock is your salvation—with it inside your walls, it will keep your cum from spilling out and save you from becoming breaking news."
This much convincing, with Yujin convulsing, is really confusing, but in the end, she is unable to conceal her desire for you to plug her. Her neediness is an issue and your neediness is the solution.
There is no need or time for a blowjob, you are ready to enter right away, so you grab as much of the black dress as you can and pull it up. Yujin's help would be appreciated, but the horny thing can barely stand on her own, both her hands on your back to find security.
"You're the prettiest when you are this needy, baby girl," you tell her as her large, watery eyes are unable to look anywhere but you. A couple of tears spill over, then down her cheeks when she finally presses out the vibrator from her pussy. "Get your leg up here, on this couch." 
The angle is perfect, your throbbing cock aligned—you still need to dive in her delicious full lips with that strawberry flavor to deafen her moans. The dive was almost too late, the draw of her cunt is too strong for your manhood to resist, and of course you fill her fully.
"God, you're so tight, you're always tighter when you're so needy.” Your words come pouring out when you disconnect your lips from hers; it’s like disconnecting from the world and ascending to a place of unknown, unbound, unending power. “I get it now. These shoots, these long and stressful hours. You're so hard working baby girl, but now we can fuck anytime. Isn't that a good thing?" 
You thrust harshly and stroke Yujin’s pretty hair. Anytime, anywhere, it all doesn’t matter anymore. What it matters is you in her, above her, all over her. This is what your love is "Tell Daddy how it feels."
"Y-you're so greedy," Yujin huffs out, even after years of almost daily pussy pounding she is unable to control her breathing during sex. "Where, fuck, where will this end?"
"Answer my question, baby. And keep your moans down. I might make you cum, erupt like a pent up volcano. I can already feel the tsunami building up. Admit that you want me this greedy, because nothing can satisfy—"
"Fuck, okay, okay." Yujin grabs the sleeve of your suit with one hand and your nape with the other. "Daddy, own me. My entire life, my career, my social circle—take it." Her eyes are daggers, then a concoction of bliss, devotion and insurmountable expectations. "Take re-responsibility, and I'll be the best baby girl ever."
"You'll be that either way."
Slam her against one of these many thin, unstable decorative background walls, watch it sway dangerously backwards, but fuck her with the same recklessness as before. Yujin's teeth dig into her lower lip, her body losing all it's grip, except for the grip of her cunt, which you have fucked from every angle, sure, but standing has her the tightest. At least, you believe it right now—maybe it's the setting, the chance to get caught, the career ending thrill.
"I'm your good girl, good girl, Daddy, I—"
"Go on and cum. My cock will save you."
A fleeting moment, a moment of silence, no movement, as if time itself freezes. A moment where Yujin truly is powerless, where she can't just walk out and break up with you or throw everything away and live a different life. She is about to scream her orgasm out, and with her arms uselessly hanging on the sides of her convulsing, climaxing, prime body, nothing but you can stop her from getting caught.
And she submits herself to it, the scream never making it to anyone as you silence her with a strong palm on her luscious lips. Yujin shakes and shakes, only hints of juices making their way past your shaft, your base. She is plugged and both her legs and dress are saved—at least from being ruined entirely.
The orgasm continues in waves. Yujin's eyes water, her moans echo back, her knees melt like ice cream in the summer—she has to admit, she is waiting for your cream inside her, though it never comes.
"Good girl," you coo to her and start fixing her hair while still balls deep in her cunt. "I have some spare panties for you. Don't worry, I soaked them in some perfume, they won't smell anything. Remember, Daddy is right here. Just follow my lead."
"Y-yes." Out of breath is an understatement. You suffocated the poor girl to the point of exhaustion. Maybe that is the point, to make her look exhausted, weak, hell, she can barely walk. You support her, watch her put on the panties, swipe away some messed up makeup that would look too wild, too suspicious. 
"Hook your arm underneath mine," you tell her. "I'll tell them your ankle is hurt, that we'll go to a doctor, something like that."
"Daddy, why do you go through such lengths for, for this?"
You grin and look down at your girlfriend, mere moments before the photography director comes rushing back onto the set.
"Why are you so tight whenever we might get caught doing this?"
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philistiniphagottini · 5 months ago
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hello!! 82, 77, 29 with fem!reader and ratio? He's so ahghfdhhddhhfa
Hello Anon! I completely understand. Dr. Ratio empties my head of every single thought too. Thanks for the request, I had a lot of fun writing this. Hope you enjoy~
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82 + 77 + 29
cw. smut, penetrative sex, prone bone, hard and rough, collar and leash, squirting, creampie, female reader, MDNI
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"Hmm, Veritas."
You moaned his name with a heady slur, dripping from your tongue like cloying honey and warming your parched throat. You writhed under the incessant press of his body against yours, his muscular chest warm against the searing heat of your back as he pressed you flat into the mattress beneath you. Your fingers tangled in the sweat soaked sheets beneath you, your voice echoing around your stuffy bedroom as your ears were filled with the wet sound of skin slapping against skin. Every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation, your bare skin prickling with sweat and blood simmering in your veins as a hot knot coiled low in the pit of your stomach.
You almost choked on a hiccup of pleasure as the collar around your neck tightened, black leather pinching your soft skin as your head shot back when Dr Ratio tugged on the leash. Wisps of your hair curled around his thick fingers; his breath hot against the shell of your ear as he drove his cock into you from behind. Your pussy drooled around him as his thick girth split open the wet seam of your cunt, your arousal dripping down the sides of his cock and staining his skin with thin beads of translucent threads. A whine bubbled up your throat as your eyes threatened to cross and roll into the back of your head, kiss swollen lips parted as a pleasant shiver raced along the curve of your spine. He panted hotly against your ear, pearly white teeth tugging on the lobe as his tongue darted out to taste the perspiration clinging to your skin. 
You were smothered further under the press of his body as a large hand curled around your hip, fingers digging into the plump skin of your stomach until the alluring pudge spilled between the splayed digits. He rocked his hips harder into your backside, the soft flesh of your ass jiggling as his pelvis hit the skin with a resounding smack that made your toes curl hard into the soles of your feet. A constellation of tears clung to the edges of your lashes as they fluttered wildly over your burning cheeks, your pulse beating so frantically in your ears that you almost didn’t quite catch what Dr. Ratio was saying to you. Your mind felt dizzy, head stuffed full of cotton and the only thing you could focus on was the way his cock dragged through your soused walls and the way the fat, weeping head kissed the soft, gummy patch inside of you that made stars waver in your vision. You stirred when you felt his voice vibrating in his chest, rattling the notches of your spine as he threatened to crush you under the weight of his body to contain the violent tremors wracking your entire being. 
"Stop squirming" he said, the underlying sense of annoyance dulled by the bliss that seeped into the tone of his voice. 
A soft whine stirred in your throat but you found it so hard to obey his words when the burning coil in your stomach twister tighter, thrashing around like a caged animal trying to get out. Your nerves shocked you like a live wire as your hips rocked forward, humping the soft sheets beneath you as you desperately tried to work a spark of friction on your aching clit. Your pussy fluttered around him as a soft hiss whistled through his teeth, your plush walls squeezing him so tight he was almost convinced you were trying to strangle him. He tugged on your leash and the brief moment of breathlessness only heightened your pleasure to an almost tortuous degree. 
"Hmm, Veritas harder" you softly begged. 
Your chest heaved with exertion, lungs pinching in your chest and small drops of drool staining the seam of your lips as your body teetered on the familiar edge of nirvana. You clawed at the sheets beneath you, nails catching in the material as you felt the rough drag of his cock moving intimately beneath the skin of your soft stomach, the tip just barely grazing your cervix and making more slick drip down the sticky insides of your thighs. You shivered as his lips brushed against the soft spot just under your ear, his usual sharp tongue feeling like cement in his mouth. He silently complied to your wishes, a loud grunt ringing in your ears and making your pulse waver under the press of his mouth. You keened loudly as he set a fast and hard pace, one that had you writhing between the sheets and stealing the air from your lungs. Your voice stung in your throat as your hips jolted forward, grinding the swollen nub of your clit into the mattress as the bliss boiled and bubbled over.
You were a babbling mess as the coil in your stomach shattered into a million tiny pieces, flooding your veins with relief that turned your vision white for a few, brief seconds. Dr. Ratio groaned into your skin as your pulsing walls clamped down on his cock, your slick juices squirting from your swollen pussy and staining his toned thighs and abdomen. The collar tightened around you one last time as you thrashed beneath the hot press of his body, a blood vessel in your head ready to burst as you felt his thundering heat beat against your back. A husky rasp was muffled against your skin as the cant of his hips came to a sudden halt, cock buried deep inside you as the pressure inside of him snapped. You moaned weakly as ropes of his hot, viscous seed coated your walls, cock kicking with each heavy spurt as you were filled to the brim. Your soft stomach swelled as pearls of his cum overflowed and dripped down your quaking thighs from your still clenching pussy, the heat occupying your hazy mind as you lay still beneath him.
Heavy pants filled the silence, your body burning with a pleasant ache as your heart felt like it was ready to jump out of your throat. Dr. Ratio’s hands were a soothing balm against your scorching flesh, calming the small tremors of your body as your pulse continued to flutter beneath the gentle press of his fingertips. His voice sounded distant when he called to you, your ears still buzzing from your rush and eyes struggling to stay open as the bliss settled deep into your bones. You felt two fingers tapping your cheek and you stirred as he leaned further over your body, his cock finally slipping free from the hole he had been so passionately fucking only a few moments prior. 
"Are you still with me?" he asked as he called your name.
You weakly nodded your head as a soft noise fell from your bruised lips. With a soft sigh breezing past his lips, Dr Ratio coaxed your body to roll over, laying on your side so he could properly check you over.
"Are you alright?" he continued to ask, eyes scanning your body for any signs of discomfort. "How are you feeling?"
It took you a few seconds to rattle the words around your head and shake them loose from your brain until they came tumbling out, dazed eyes staring absently at the ceiling.
"A little dizzy" you admitted.
Your senses were slow to crawl back to you, muscles completely lax as your weary body sank further into the mattress. A thoughtful noise stirred in your lover’s throat as he rubbed his hand along your plump thigh, tracing patterns into your skin as a frown tugged at his lips. 
"I’m fine, Doctor" you reassured, fingers weakly pinching his hip as your head came to rest in his lap. 
He didn’t look too convinced by your words but he was polite enough to bite his tongue for a moment longer. His fingers started to tug your collar loose, unfastening it and freeing you from the snug fit. A noise of content stirred in your chest as you nestled closer to him, seeking his alluring warmth as he gently tangled his hand in your hair. 
"Will you be right to stand?" he questioned after a long moment of silence.
"What if I said no?"
Dr Ratio sighed softly before he squeezed your thigh. "Then I guess I’ll just have to carry you to the bathroom."
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jhoneybees · 10 days ago
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Your little Muse
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Hello lovelies! Coming in with another fic🤭 This one might be a bit all over the place because my brain isn't cooperating with me at the moment but I hope you all like it!
Characters: Late 70s!Elvis X artist!reader
Warnings/triggers: insecurities, nudity, angst, nude art
Tags: @atleastpleasetelephone @theelvisprincess @i-r-i-n-a-a @thelonelyheart @polksaladava @hooked-on-elvis
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For the past few months, Elvis has been feeling extremely insecure. All the horrible thoughts swirling in his head about his appearance have been taking a big toll on him.
He rarely looks in the mirror, he never feels like dressing up anymore, just putting on tracksuits everyday and he's isolating himself in the bedroom for days on end so he doesn't have to face the newspaper headlines commenting on his growing waistline and he's also not seeing any of his good friends except you, his lover and that's making you terribly worried.
He hates it all and you know he hates it all, he’s told you that he hates himself even more because of it. You try your best to comfort him and help him take care of himself when he's sulking, feeling like a sack of potatoes but you've realised that it all doesn’t seem to last very long so one night you come up with an idea.
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“H-Honey, I-I-I don’t know about this-” Elvis stutters nervously as he grips his robe, watching you move back and forth from one side of the bed to the other. Gulping when you turn around and smile.
“Come on, let’s take this off.”
You’ve come up with an idea of how you have this challenge for your art, drawing one thing that you love every single day for a whole month and for today’s thing you’re gonna draw is him. He’s been so hard on himself this week with his self esteem so you hope this might cheer him up.
Show him how beautiful he truly is.
Peeling his hands away from his chest, you carefully begin to unwrap his robe pushing it over his shoulders but he quickly stops you. Looking down at you, almost afraid. “N-No baby, I-I don’t know if w-we should do this…”
You give him a reassuring look, getting up onto your tippy toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. Cupping his soft cheek with tenderness. “We should, darling.” smiling when you see his puppy eyes.
Slipping his robe off of his body, you let it fall to the floor and take a moment to admire his beauty. “Oh sweetie…” Carefully smoothing your palms up and down his arms as your eyes scan his naked body, frowning when you see him move his hands to cover himself. “There is no need to do that…”
Your eyebrows furrow looking up at him, carding your fingers through his hair as his eyes avert away from yours.
“This is a lot, Y/n.” He mumbles quietly and you nod in understanding.
“You’re already doing so well, baby…” cupping his left cheek again to bring his pretty blue eyes to face you again, brushing your thumb across his cheekbone. “My little muse doesn’t need to hide anything.”
He starts to blush and you give him another kiss, making him suck in a breath. Growing courage in his body. “A-Alright…” Slowly pulling himself to climb onto the huge bed and grunting as he sits down in the middle of the massive pile of luxurious cushions. He looks down at himself and quickly rips his stare away, swallowing thickly. Turning his head to look at you as you move closer.
“Get yourself comfortable.” You tell him, softly. Leaning over onto the bed with a knee on the mattress, you guide his arms to rest on the cushions behind him, adjusting a few things here and there and positioning his cross necklace on his chest and fixing his hair, you pull back to observe the picture in front of you and your small grin slowly fades when he tries to cover himself. “Relax, baby…” Gently stopping him.
Elvis groans. Moving his arms back to where they were then you grab the light pink silk scarf from your nightstand and mindfully draping it over his thighs covering his most intimate parts, he sighs a little, bringing him a bit of comfort.
“Oh honey…” You coo with genuine love in your voice, admiring his beautiful body of how he just lays there.
His legs parted with one knee bent slightly, his arms looking soft and cuddly, his perfectly dishevelled hair on top of his head, his baby boy blue eyes watching yours shyly, his chestnut coloured hairs decorating his glorious chest with a bling of a gold cross and his delicious belly laying over your pink scarf.
You sigh, he really is a sight for sore eyes.
“Baby, d-do I really need ta be naked like this?”
Your eyes flick up to his insecure ones and respond with a hum. “Mhm, drawing something that I truly love…and that’s your handsome self, baby.” Picking up your sketchbook and adjusting your art pencil set as you sit down in the armchair you organised right at the foot of the bed. Rolling your stare down his body once more before getting yourself focused.
“...Don’t know what makes ya think that.” He grumbles.
Bringing your gaze up to him again, your eyebrows knit together. “Because I love you…”
“Hmm-”
“That’s what makes me think that.” You finish making him lock his baby blues to yours then shuffling around, you breathe through your nose and quietly lean onto the bed and grab his foot to place a kiss to the bridge. Making sure he knows that you meant every word.
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After a while of reassuring Elvis and getting everything organised, you finally get to work. Flicking your focused stare up to specific parts of his body every now and then to get every detail right, you take your time.
You started around 9 PM and as time goes by, it feels like it’s almost morning.
You’re so proud of Elvis. He’s trying his best to stay still, despite how uncomfortable he is. You can see the discomfort on his handsome face.
He’s avoiding looking at his body at all times and the way his lips curl into a frown and his nostrils flare slightly makes your heart break.
He looks like he’s slowly losing himself in the darkness and you can’t let him sink in too deep so you quickly get up and pad over to the side of the bed to place a soft kiss to his temple making him lift his head.
Giving him a loving smile. “Hang in there, honey.”
He nods and his dissociated stare drifts back down to his toes. “Mhm…”
“I’m almost finished.” Placing another peck onto his lips as your finger goes under his chin. He doesn’t say anything and you hesitantly go back to your chair to carry on with your art.
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As 2 AM comes around and you add a few finishing touches, you’re finally satisfied to say you’ve completed the drawing.
“It’s done.” You sigh, relieved.
Crawling onto the silky bed sheets towards Elvis and kneeling beside his thighs as you reach over and grab his robe from earlier and lay it over his legs and chest, he notices you holding your sketchbook in front of him and when he sees the picture on the white paper, your heart buzzes with warmth when he carefully takes the book from you.
Hesitantly tracing a finger beside the lines to not ruin the drawing and watching his chest start to shakily rise and fall, your soft smile falters hearing him suck in a weak breath.
“Baby?”
You angle your back to see his face and the sight of his eyes, watery and a couple of tears dropping from his eyelashes, you immediately cup his cheek and lift his chin to inspect him better. “Oh…” Bringing your other hand to wipe the tear from his right cheek. “I’m sorry…”
He shakes his head slightly, gently touching the back of your hand to look back down at the drawing.
“Thank you…”
Your heart thumps at his soft words and as your gaze goes down to your drawing, Elvis moves your hand to rest on his chest. Rubbing it with his thumb as he thinks. Realising that you're showing a different version of him to him.
A version you say he is but he never understood until now.
A version that’s loving, soft and angelic.
A version that you call, little muse.
Your little muse.
“I love it.”
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todomochi-uwu · 7 months ago
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favourite crime. (1/2) J.Y & B.C
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Pairing: Jeong Yunho x reader / Bang Chan x reader
Genre: Angst, smut
Know that I loved you so bad I let you treat me like that I was your willing accomplice, honey
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You fell exhausted into the bed, your chest heaving, legs numb and lips swollen. He falls right next to you, in the same state. Both staring at the ceiling, trying to regain composure. You think of your next words very carefully, how do you approach him without sounding needy? How do you ask him without actually asking? Yunho’s thinking about how he has to get up early in the morning for work, and that he must leave in the next five minutes. The thought of staying over not even crossing his mind, even though work is closer to your place than his.
And while you keep trying to think of a way to get what you want, he gets up, goes to the bathroom, and comes back, just to start putting his clothes back on.
“It’s late, Yun. You should stay over.” You’ve used that one before, and it didn’t work. But you couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“All my stuff is back at my place, and I need it for tomorrow.” He ties his shoes and looks around for his wallet and jewellery. He doesn’t spare you a glance.
“Can’t you just grab it quick in the morning?”
“That doesn’t make sense, Y/n.” He pats his pockets making sure he’s got everything. “Hey, have you seen my hoodie? I can’t find it anywhere.”
“Uh no, I don’t know where it ended up.” It’s not like it’s hidden right under your pillow. That would be crazy. “I’ll look for it, you can come get it tomorrow, or I can bring it to you while you are at work, it’s no…” He cut you off immediately.
“There’s no need for that, don’t worry about it. I’ll take it next time I come by.  See you Thursday, gorgeous.” And with that, he leaves.
And so, the story goes. Every single time. Yunho comes over, horny, desperate and right to the point. Never steering away from his goal. Sex with him is mind-blowing, you won’t even lie, he knows what he’s doing and he’s managed to learn every single thing that makes your toes curl. He knows every inch of your body like a map, inside and outside. The things his mouth does should be illegal, the way his fingers curl just the right way while his lips suck on your clit, maintaining a rhythm that has you seeing stars in seconds. His cock is huge and gorgeous, making it hit all the right spots, while he whispers the most sinful things in your ear.
Looking at you taking my cock, aren’t you such a good slut?
Every single time you beg him to let you suck him off. Doesn’t matter if your jaw ends up aching the next morning, or if your tongue goes numb. The image alone of Yunho losing himself in the pleasure you bring makes you cum untouched. The way small whimpers escape his mouth as he starts growing closer, his hips thrusting into your wet cavern desperate for release, his head thrown back, eyes narrow and open wide mouth, his fist tightly wrapped in your head. It was all too good.
Fuck, baby. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Please don’t stop. Oh. Yes, just like that, sweetheart.
Yunho knows everything there is to know about making you cum. But nothing about not making you cry. The way he doesn’t say anything once everything ends, not even asking if you are okay, his eyes never reach you, making you feel invisible. Leaving you feeling like a toy, his fuck toy, that he can just use and toss aside every time he feels like it. And while you died a little every single time, you couldn’t let go of him. Know that you loved him so bad, you let him treat you like that.
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Work, stress and a broken heart are never a good mix. You sat in front of the screen, staring at the blank page for a good number of minutes. Your body is there but your head is in a completely different place.
“I don’t there’s any more nails left to bite,” Hongjoong said as he sat next to you, putting a cup and a muffin in front of your face. “Eat this instead of trying to munch off your fingers.”
You looked at them, small bits of skin, nails, chipped nail polish and blood covered the tips, and the pain was slowly making itself present. You cursed under your breath before taking a sip of the beverage, gagging the second it touched your tongue.
“Ugh, I hate tea. I hate chamomile.” You took another sip, “I hate Mondays.”
“You are always in a bad mood, but what’s gotten into you today?” He said taking a sip of his drink, looking through some of his notes.
“I got no sleep. I’m on my period. I’m on a fucking block and this is due by Wednesday.” I’m heartbroken.
He hummed, “Is that all?”
“Isn’t it enough?”
“Y/n, babe, since I’ve known you, you’ve never gotten a full night's sleep, so that’s not it. I understand about your period and you always, always manage to pull through a block, at least good enough for a deadline. You and I both know what this is about.”
“I already told you…”
“Bullshit. Why do you keep lying to yourself? Why do you keep lying to me?” He crossed his arms, his tone becoming accusatory. “What I don’t get is why you keep defending him. No matter how much he crosses the line you keep crossing your heart for him[MC1] .”
“He’s not doing anything, I’m the one who fucked up by falling for him.”
“He doesn’t even give you the bare respect you deserve, Y/n. He treats you like a sex doll; he doesn’t acknowledge you in public; he acts like he doesn’t know you. He knows about your feelings and he could give less of a fuck about them”
“It’s casual sex, Joongie.”
“I’ve had casual sex, and it has never even crossed my mind to treat someone the way he treats you.” He sighs frustrated, “And what bothers me the most is the fact you are willing to stand all it to get a bit of him. He doesn’t want you; he only wants your body.”
Tears threaten to spill out. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before. From him, from Mingi, hell even from yourself. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to push him away. To let go. “Don’t you think I know that? I’m aware of it. But what do you want me to say? I’m a fucking idiot for loving him, but I can’t help it.” You covered your mouth, trying to keep the sobs inside.
“Love, please, I’m begging you I can’t bear to see you like this anymore. I hate what he’s done to you, he took away your shine, your spark. Please, promise you will end this. I can’t stand to see you like this anymore, if not for you, for me, please.”
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You had made a promise. You would try to move on, finally kicking Yunho out of your life. Yeah, you had first slipped a bit but you were now on the right track.
The first Thursday you had been so dispersed you completely forgot to cancel your (dick) appointment with him. So, when he showed up on your doorstep and immediately threw you onto the couch and ate you out, there was nothing much you could do, so you let yourself enjoy it, one last time you said to yourself.
Oh my god Yun, I'm gonna cum, please!
Don't you dare, I'm not done with you.
Watching him leave was just as bad as the last time. It made you cry all night long, your heart empty and your stomach in a swirl. That was the night you decided you never wanted to feel like that again.
The second time, you'll admit, it was because you were horny and in withdrawal. It was a few weeks after, you had been cancelling your appointments claiming you were too busy, and while it wasn't necessarily a lie, you were also avoiding him. But you just needed a bit of him to help you get by, a small dosage and you would be able to quit.
You had found yourself head pushed against the sheets, waist up and knees wide open while he pistols his hips against your, now, reddish ass. You were drooling, eyes at the back of your head, and mouth screaming his name over and over again.
You missed me, you whore? Oh, I bet you did. I'm the only one who can give you what you need, this pussy is mine and don't you dare forget about it.
You watched him leave and didn't say anything. Staring at your phone, of course, pretending to be busy on it, but it had at least made you appear uninterested.
The third and last time it had been him texting you that he was right in front of your building. On a Wednesday. What the hell was he doing there on a Wednesday?
"I'm sorry, I thought I'd drop by, we haven't seen each other in a couple of weeks and I thought I would at least try." He said.
You looked at him as if he had grown a second head. No clue on who was the man standing in front of you. Yunho had never "dropped by", your meetings planned, and established beforehand, like a doctor's appointment. He was equally as confused as you, not knowing what got into him; blaming it on the stress and the lack of sex.
You had ended up riding him on the sofa, both of you cumming unusually fast, but near as satisfying.
Oh, it felt so good Yun. We hadn't seen each other in a couple of weeks, remember?
And just like that, it was done. You had gotten up, ready to take a shower and go to sleep. Asking him to lock the door on his way out. Yunho couldn't help but feel sick, you hadn't even spared him a glance.
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In the middle of your mess of a life, a new project had been assigned to you at work. It was bigger than anything you had done before, and so demanding that the workload had to be shared between three people. Hongjoong, you and…
“Guys, this is Bang Chan. He will be working with you for the next few weeks, he’s going to be supporting you during this project, so make sure to relay on him.”
Your eyes crossed and he gave you a small smile. He was cute, you won’t try and deny it. But you didn’t have time for that, you have to focus on working on yourself and on the project. Right?
While at first the load of work had been a blessing in disguise, keeping you away from Yunho and off of thinking of him, it had quickly turned into a nightmare in the last few weeks. Change after change after change. At some point it even had you doubting yourself, but Chan was always there to reassure you.
Early mornings turned into late nights. Hongjoong, Chan and you took turns to sleep on the uncomfortable, black leather couch at the back of the studio.
It was 4 a.m. on a Thursday. Hongjoong had lost the battle about an hour ago, softly snoring in the background, with drool running down his cheek. Chan had taken a photo for "future purposes" as he stated.
At this point, you couldn't even focus on the things happening on the screen, but you also couldn't sleep, too anxious to find any peace.
"I don't think we are going to get anything else done today," Chan said throwing his arms back and stretching his muscles. And yeah, you couldn't help but stare.
"I know. But god knows I won't be getting any sleep until we finish this"
"I'm the same."
A comfortable silence covered the room, only the soft sounds of Chan clicking the mouse and the quiet snores of Joong could be heard. And just as you started to disassociate.
"What's your favourite midnight snack?"
"Mm? Oh, I don't know."
"Mine's instant ramen. And I would kill for a bowl right now." He said getting up, "My treat, you in?" He offered his hand to help you get up.
Without any thought, you took it.
And so, the rest of the night went. Between energy drinks, trash food and friendly (and bit flirty) banter.
"I cannot fathom the idea of someone not liking coffee."
"It tastes like shit." No hesitance.
"No, it doesn't! It's literally what keeps me going without it I would just be a zombie all day."
"Tea does the same thing, it doesn't taste like dirt, and it's better for you."
"The thought of having a cup of green tea first thing in the morning makes me want to gag."
"Don't knock till you try it." He finished the last of his noodles, speaking with his mouth full, "And it doesn't even have to be green tea, there are lots of types of teas, like..."
Your phone started ringing, interrupting his rant. He took it and looked at the screen, "Bad idea, don't you dare answer is calling you?"
He called you. Which is something he never does. Too personal. Yet here he was, at the other side of the line. Waiting for you to answer, but you couldn't let yourself do it, you couldn't let yourself fall for him all over again. Stunned on what to do, you let it go to voicemail. Watching it ring one, two, three times before your screen turned black. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Now an awkward silence.
"So... I'm guessing a ghost of the past has just tried to summon itself back into your life?" He said trying to break the tension[MC2] .
"Yeah, it's umm... It's complicated."
"I've got time and I've been told am an excellent listener." His eyes carry a kind of compassion you had never experienced, no pity, no sense of charity.
"Well..."
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"Oh wow, he isn't just a bad idea, Y/n. No, he's way past that."
"I know." A sad giggle. "He's not always an asshole, he's just not interested in me in any other way that's not sexual. That's why I'm trying to move on."
"That's good, that's good." A thought crossed his mind, "he can't be that good in bed."
You choked on your spit, not expecting the conversation to go in that direction.
"I'm just saying, maybe you just idealize him because you hadn't had decent sex before him."
"Even if the burdens me to admit it, he's really good."
"I don't believe you."
"Believe me, that's what makes me hate him even more."
"I'm sure there are guys out there go can fuck you equally or even better, and not break your heart."
"Oh, yeah. Where?" You laughed, lifting your head to look at him. But the view in front of you made your heart stop.
He was looking right into your eyes. His back relaxed against the back of the chair, his legs opened wide and his arms resting on top of his thighs. He tilted his head and gave you a small smirk.
The guy was right in front of you.
You were just too dumb to notice.
"Oh."
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Contrary to you, Yunho couldn't go back to his duties. Staring confused at the screen of his phone, why didn't you answer? Were you okay? Could you just be busy? Too busy for him? Busy doing what? Busy doing who?
His pulse sped up at that thought, could there be someone else? No. Could it? No. But why does it matter? Is not like he wants you like that.
Right?
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Thursday rolled around and the project was finally done, delivered and paid for. And you couldn't help but be in ecstasy.
"I thought that shit would never end!" You said finally leaving the building you had been trapped in for all those weeks.
Chan only giggled while looking at you.
"I can't wait to get home and spend the next days completely buried in my bed," Hongjoong said.
"No! Let's go out and celebrate, we deserve it!" You tried convincing him.
"Aren't you tired? My back is killing me, Y/n." He gave you a side hug, "I'm sorry, not today, but I promise we'll go out soon."
"But Joongie." You whined.
"I'm sorry, but you go out and have fun with Chan, okay?" He placed a small kiss on top of your head, "Chan, please take care of her okay? I trust you."
"Don't worry, I've got her."
And got you he did. Got you so drunk you could barely walk back to your apartment. So, he had to carry you on his back.
"Goddamit, when did you take all those shots? I only saw you order two rounds, Y/n."
"The guy at the bar thought I was cute, so gave me a couple extra." You drunkenly giggled, holding your clumsy against his back. "Why aren't you drunk, Channie? We went out to have fun and you are acting all bossy."
"Someone had to be responsible, baby and I knew it wasn't going to be you. Besides, I don't love the taste of alcohol."
"You don't like coffee, you don't like alcohol, what do you like Chan?"
"I can think of one thing." He mumbled under his breath.
Making your way inside the building wasn't easy because of the amount the stairs and the lack of an elevator, but he managed. He had helped you with your keys, and changed you into your pajamas, with his eyes closed which made it a thousand times harder. Just as he was about to leave, you pulled him in.
"Stay over, it's late Channie." You hugged his arm, pushing your breasts against his skin. He was so into you that it got him slightly flustered.
"It's barely 11 p.m., Y/n."
"Please, just stay Chan." You looked right into his eyes, you could feel the alcohol dissipating, sobering up. You needed him, right there, right now. Your hand pulled him in.
"I don't know if it's a good idea, love." He whispered as your faces got closer.
"Please, Channie." You whispered against his lips.
The kiss was soft and timid, him still hesitant but slowly letting himself into it. Your hands made their way from his arms to his shoulders and found their home right into the back of his neck. It made him shiver, and he became a little braver, grabbing your waist. You let your tongue into his mouth, becoming addicted to his taste and the way his lips feel. You separated for just a second, the annoying need of air getting in the way, and as you were to continue. A bang on the door pulled you out of the moment.
"What the..."
Bang. Bang. Bang.
"It's so late, who..."
Bang. Bang. Bang.
"Y/n? Please open the door. Please, we need to talk. Please, I know you are there."
Yunho. A very drunk Yunho.
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redfoxwritesstuff · 4 months ago
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For Eternity, Chapter 10 of 13 (Alastor x Angel!Wife!OC)
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Alastor x Angel!Wife Oc (Isabel) Rated: Adult Chapter Warnings: Nothing byond canon typical
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“How is this possible?” Isabel couldn’t hold back her amazement as she ran her hands over trees she never would have thought she’d see again. It was a view she had known well and had planned on getting to know even better over years and decades. It was a view promised to be hers for a long life, well into old age. 
Her very body itself stole that option from her violently, and she had been helpless to stop it. The one task a wife had above all else and she couldn’t do it. She failed so spectacularly at growing and bringing the child born of their love into the world that her life was the price of the failure. 
“Why do you cry?” She hadn’t realized she had been crying until he pointed it out. 
Alastor’s arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her back toward his chest. One arm crossed up over her chest, caressing her face and wiping tears from one cheek. He nestled his chest between her wings, the pressure against them causing her to flex them wider to allow room for him.
“It’s the view from our back porch.” 
“Indeed,” Alastor hummed for a moment, “After you passed, I’d take my coffee on the back porch every morning, leaning on the railing where you would pick at the cursed patch of paint that insisted on peeling no matter what paint I used.”
“You hated drinking your coffee outside,” Isabel laughed. “The bugs would try to get in your mug and it was too annoying first thing in the morning. That’s why I’d have my first cup out on the porch alone while you got dressed for the day.”
“I would stand in the window and watch you lean on the railing,” Alastor laughed as he admitted one of the small secrets he had kept through their short marriage. “I wouldn’t come down until you finished. I wanted to make sure you had enough time.” 
She turned in his arms, swatting his chest, first with her wing as she turned, and then with her hand as she faced him while she laughed. It was a sound that soothed his soul. It was a sound he had craved to hear for decades. He had feared he had forgotten the way it sounded, lost to passaging decades, but it was just as he had remembered. 
For a moment, he closed his eyes, and he was no longer the Radio Demon. He was no longer dead, and neither was she. His territory was little more than the range of the station’s wavelengths and the reach of his property. For a heartbeat he was just a young man, standing in their bedroom overlooking the bayou behind their home. 
For a heartbeat he was back in that moment, just a man holding his wife as a new life quickened in her womb and everything was how it should have been. 
Then he opened his eyes, and decades passed, lives ended and promises were left shattered by the world. 
Oh well, they had eachother and the view from the back porch once again. 
“I missed you, Alastor.” New tears gathered in her eyes as she looked up at him as if he hung the moon and stars in the sky above. He supposed he did, in a way- at least the ones he created in his little sanctuary. “I missed you so much. It hurt every day. Every single day.” 
“Let me soothe that ache, then?” 
He carefully tipped her chin up with a talon tipped finger as he leaned into her. His lips ghosted over hers, asking and offering while allowing her to accept his kiss in her time. He had put so much on her shoulders in such a short amount of time. 
She closed the small distance, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to pull herself up to his lips. It required her to stand on the very tips of her toes and still she had to pull herself up to him. 
He felt different and yet still the same under her hands. His kiss was that which she knew well and spent nearly every night for decades dreaming of, simply hidden under sharp points. His kiss was still his kiss. 
He was her Alastor. For all that was different, he was the same. For all the things about him she had never known, he was the same. He kissed her as he had far too little in life, not because of lack of desire, but because of their time had been harshly cut short. As he pulled her close, it was clear he was intent on making up for lost time. 
Alastor’s long strides quickly covered ground that changed from mossy grass to elegant wood floors as he lead her back. Claws carefully ran over the smooth back of her dress, caressing her as he tried to pull her impossibly closer. 
With nimble fingers she remembered dancing over piano keys, he unbuttoned the clasps above one wing. The sweeping neck of her dress grew slack as the shoulder on that side hung, pulled down slightly my the weight of the heavy fabric. 
The gasp that slipped from her lips caused Alastor’s smile to twitch, drawing his lips from hers’ to kiss along her jaw. Hot breath washed over her shoulder as he tugged the fabric down as he worked his way down her shoulders. 
Strong hands gripped her ribs, pushing and pulling her as he warred with himself between shoving her back closer to the bed and trying to wrap her in himself, swallowing her whole so that none could even look at her again. 
“My darling,” he whispered against her neck as razor-sharp teeth ran along tender flesh carefully to not mar the delicate skin, “Thoughts of you have haunted me for decades. Your kiss. Your voice. Your body. Your smile.” 
“Alastor,”
The way she gasped his name was music to the ears atop his head. They all but danced to the sound of his name on her lips. Blunt nails ran down his long neck as she arched in his arms. His name spilled from her lips again, her wings flexing forward around them as he ran his tongue over her clavicle. 
Feathers fluttered around them as he guided her down onto his bed. Their bed. He knelt, knee planted next to her thighs as he did everything to avoid putting any more distance between them than needed. 
Her fingers worked the buttons of his coat free, letting it fall slack around his torso. Soft hands ran along his chest, taking in the feel of him as they rounded on his shoulders to guide the coat down his arms.
It pained him to pull his hands from her body long enough to free himself from the fabric strangling his range of motion. While he was at it, he violently ripped the bowtie from his neck. He wasn’t one for being naked, for being exposed, even in life, but for her he would indulge. 
For their first time in death, he would indulge. 
She had always reveled in the feeling of his skin under her hands. It was one of the greatest gifts he would give her. If she desired to see him bare, if she wished for skin under her hands, he would give her that. 
He was confident as he curled around her, kissing her neck anew as he freed the button over her other wing, letting the neckline of the dress fall slack around her shoulders. Each heaving breath she took threatened to send the front of her dress falling lower down her chest. 
Her fingers trembled as she worked the black buttons hidden in the stripe down his chest free. In so many ways, it felt like this was their first time again. No, that wasn’t exactly right. She had been afraid her first time, timid and unsure of what she wanted or how to act. 
She had wanted him that first night, but she had not known him, not really. Now she both knew him and wanted him. Well, mostly knew him. Her fingers stuttered as she tripped over the thought and pushed it aside. He was Alastor, her Alastor. That’s what mattered. She gave heaven up to be with him, knowing he had to be in hell for a reason. 
Deep down, he was still the man she grew to love during their short marriage. He was the same Alastor, just with a sharper edge and dark secrets. He was the same. She hadn’t known the sharper edge or secrets he held in life, but they were there. She just knew now.
It didn’t matter; she told herself as she slipped one button free after another. He loved her. She loved him. They’d be together in Hell. She made her choice, knowing full well if she had found him in hell, he would be there for a reason. 
She made her choice. There was no going back. She promised him an eternity without any exceptions. 
“I want you,” Alastor’s voice was soft, naked of the filter still as his hands pushed down the dress by the sleeves. “Need you.” 
“I’m yours,” she promised as he exposed her breasts. “Forever.” 
With his shirt undone, she tugged it free from his pants. Running her hands over his torso, she took in the new form of him. So right and yet so different. 
Thick hair, more akin to fur, covered a small portion of the center of his chest, soft under her fingers. That same fur was low on his abdomen, leading down into his pants. It was violently red at the ends of the strands, just as his hair, but the bulk of the fur was the same tone as his skin.
An angry red slash mark ran from midway up the left of his chest, running down his abdomen, ending just above his navel. His hand on her breast twitched as he flinched when her fingers grazed it. 
Pulling back, she allowed herself to really look at him and see him. Her heart pounded in her chest. He could feel it thrashing under his fingertips as he leaned back and allowed her to do what he would never allow another to do; to look upon him with nothing to hide behind but his smile. 
Would the changes in his body scare her? Would she be revolted? After hearing of the blood that stained his hands, would seeing how human like his body was while still carrying the undeniable evidence of his changes be what scared her away?
If it was too much for her, he would wait. They had forever, after all. She had given up heaven for him. He would wait however long it took for her to accept him. 
“What happened?” She asked after planting a soft kiss just above where the still healing wound began. 
“A battle wound,” 
“How?” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “It looks like it could have killed you.”
“Adam,” he admitted, though he didn’t want to. “During the battle. I played with him when I should have put him down like the dog he was. Hindsight,” Alastor shrugged, not wanting to dwell on his miscalculation. 
“Vox- He said when Adam and his angels killed down here, it was forever.”
“It is.” Alastor cupped her cheek in his large hand as tears spilled down her face.
He used his other hand to wrap around the hand hovering unsure over his chest. Carefully, he placed to palm of her hand over where the wound began. His sharp ribs over his heart had done their job and preserved his life, but only just.
“I could have lost you,” tears made her voice weak, watery and broke his heart. For decades he had taken risks, sometimes recklessly, with no one to be hurt by the fallout of a misstep other than himself. “You could have been gone before I had ever found you.” 
“But you didn’t.” Alastor said, drawing her into his arms. The heat of the moment was over, but he was alright with that. This was what being a husband was to him, more so than the carnal satisfaction. It was holding eachother together when the other was falling apart. “I’m right here, darling. I’m not going anywhere. We won’t be apart again. You came for me. You found me. You gave heaven up trusting in your memory of me. ” 
She curled into his chest as he scooped her up, pulling the dress free from her torso in the process, and settled her in his arms as he laid down on his bed. He kept her tight against him as he held her. With a flick of a clawed finger, his cane materialized, leaning next to the bedside table. Soft jazz played from it as he held her. 
“I’m sorry,” Isabel mumbled as she relaxed under his hands, truly for the first time since realizing she had walked into a TV headed trap. Guilt clawed at her for ruining the moment. 
Alastor shushed her, rubbing the soft palm of his hand down her spine, between her wings as she absently petted the fur at his chest. “We have all the time for that. Holding you when you need holding is far more important.” 
“It’s a lot, that’s all. It’s not that I don’t want to-”
“I know,” Alastor said, running his hand over the strong thick feathers that extended down the body of her wing. 
“Everything that happened, finding you, the change-” 
“Finding out what I’d done,” Alastor added.
“Yeah,” Isabel planted a soft kiss on his chest. “We’ll be okay. I just need some time, I think.” 
“I swear you’ll not be involved in my dealings. Just as you were not involved in life.” 
“But I know now.” Isabel sniffed, wrapping a leg around his and clinging to him as she confessed in a whisper, “It scares me, Alastor. What you’ve done scares me.”
“I will always keep you with me, safe. You will always be safe.”
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440gallery · 2 years ago
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Synopsis:: Neteyam is horney and careless, so he fucks you in the open for everyone to see. Maybe his friends join.
Pairing:: Neteyam x f!omaticaya!reader
Authors note: again it's literally just smut. Neteyam is aged up around twenty same as reader!!! If you don't like exhbition of sex, do not read it.
Content warning:: mature
Word count:: 1.9k
General tags:: smut, Neteyam x reader, p in v, fucking, fingering, sex in public, sharing is caring, light exhibition of sex, choking kink
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Walking around the village, I was preoccupied by the things I still had to do. Bringing the animals we hunted to the cookers and making sure they were being prepared for dinner, I went back, feeling satisfied. My feet dragged me across the central place, on my way to the hut as Neteyam came to me. His steps were hurried and fast, capturing me in his arms.
“Hey, ma fyole.” He greeted before letting me down and I grinned, turning in his arms, about to make my way to our nest. “Hey.” I said, moving my footing along the ground, stepping out of his reach. But Neteyam took a hold of my hand, whirling me back against his chest, my back pressing into his warm skin.
Neteyam pushed his body against mine, making me feel his rutting erection on my backside. He groaned quietly as he rubbed himself against me.
“Neteyam.” I said quietly, trying to look out for people coming our way. “What are you doing?” I asked, pushing him slightly away from me. His hands stayed on my hips, gripping them before bringing me forcefully back to his crotch, making his dick press into my ass.
“Baby, I need you so bad.” He mumbled and brought his canines into the side of my neck, drawing blood as he sank them into my flesh. Rutting against me, my heart beat painfully in my chest, my eyes spinning around because we were still on the central place of the village and Neteyam was literally dry humping me from behind, for anyone to see. Na'vi passed by, seeming unfazed by Neteyam's reaction, walking past us without so much as a glance.
“Been thinking about you the whole day.” He said, pushing his hand under my cloth covering my cunt, his long fingers making contact with my clit, massaging it, pressing hus thumb to the heated bud.
“Neteyam.” I breathed, my hand coming to shove his away, already curling around his forearm. He growled, cubbing my pussy with his hand, other one coming around my throat to squeeze it.
“Fuck baby, I waited the whole day, I ain’t waiting any other second.” He snarled, ripping the cloth away from me, letting it dangle of off my waist, before inserting two fingers into me.
“Teyam, everyone can see.” I mumbled, trying to hide the pleasure frizzing through my veins, crossing my legs together to hide my bare flesh.
“Let them see.” He chuckled. “Let them see, that you are mine.” He voiced out, huskily, whilst roughly parting my legs, spreading them and pushing his third finger inside me, stretching me, hitting the sweet spot inside me, making my toes curl into the hard ground beneath us. It stretched me so, so good and I was wet, my stomach feeling heady and hot all over, my walls clenching around Neteyam’s fingers. His diggits pushed in and out of me, dragging them slowly against my inner walls, making me feel every push, every single tiny movement of his fingers curling and digging inside of me, doing everything to get me as wet as possible.
“But Nete- “I whispered, trying to voice my concerns about being seen, but his hand went around my throat, squeezing hard, so that it was hard for me to breathe, eyes watering as i took in the wobbly figures crossing our path. Body shivering under his control I gasped for air, trying to show him I needed it to breathe, but he kept his forceful hold onto my neck, inserting his fingers faster into me, sending me into a frenzy of heat.
“One more word, and I will do worse than fuck you in public.” He rashed out, scissoring his fingers inside me, making me whine. “That’s more like it, my little dirty whore. Secretly liking when people can see how I push my dick inside you and fill you so good you can’t breathe. So shut the fuck up and take it.” He said, hurrying his fingers out of me, whilst bending my body forward, so he could easily thrust himself inside me with one shove. Feeling so damn full right now I wheezed, breath rushing out of my chest as Neteyam began to fuck me from behind, bringing my arms behind my back, so he could loop his under them, making me arch onto his cock, holding me in place. His feet pushed in between mine, making me spread my legs for him wider, presenting him easy access.
“So pretty.” He mumbled as he pushed into me, hard and fast, making me stumble forward if not for Neteyam to hold me back by my arms. His skin smashed against mine, creating a loud slapping sound, making me lose my mind quickly enough. The sensation of a rough fuck was nothing compared to the fact that we were still out in the middle of the central place, where everyone would gather for food, for meetings, for everything. And he was fucking me right here. My eyes darted around, heart pounding in my chest at the anxiety to be seen, heat rising into my cheeks at the humiliation of it. But I could not stop the needy whines from escaping my throat every time Neteyam forced his way inside, his dick pounding into me. My boobs whipped to the tact of his thrusts, making them a heavy weight on my front. Neteyam’s hand came down on my ass, slapping the flesh raw, leaving his handprint on it, making me yelp under his rough touch.
“Teyam.” I murmured, trying to step away from him, because he was making me feel so much at once, pain and pleasure and adrenaline and excitement and fear and humiliation. “We need to stop.” I said, breathless, a lush flush blooming across my chest and cheeks.
“Oh, but baby, we’ve only just started.” Neteyam grumbled, ramming inside me, and I swear I felt him in my stomach, filling me up with his cock without any remorse. “Just look at you, little pussy sucking in my cock so good.”
I whined as his hand came to my boobs, pushing the cloth from them and fingering the nipple of them, making it stand under the treatment, stimulating my sensitive parts. Neteyam’s balls slapped against my ass, creating a hot feeling around my backside, the flesh an angry red already. It didn’t stop Neteyam from slapping on my ass countable more times, making me whine and moan beneath him, secretly enjoying the rough side of him, domineering me. My pussy was dripping wet and I knew Neteyam knew, the damp sound every time our crotches met was enough to add to the fact. It felt so, so good and I could feel the release was near. Ramming my pelvis against his, Neteyam pushed deep inside me, my eyes widening at the hard, strong angle, making my legs quiver with the force he entered.
My breath grew uneven and loud against the silent central place, letting my whimper sound brash.
“Tey-, so close.” I moaned as he crushed my pussy with his dick, nearly making me lose my mind. Neteyam’s hand came around my throat, squeezing and titling my head back against his chest, arching me back on him even more. I mewled out, toes digging into the ground, as I suddenly heard voices.
“Neteyam- “I said, voiced panicked and loud, knowing they would come across the place to get to the other side of the village. “Neteyam, someone is coming.” I said again, more urgent, but it didn’t seem to faze him all that much, just letting him press his body against mine harder, his arms pulling mine back at him with more force, as if he thought I would escape him any second.
“I don’t care.” Neteyam panted, shoving his cock inside of me, my release nearly forgotten as my eyes darted across the place, seeing the figures rounding the corner, making my heart stop. Neteyam’s friends locked eyes with me, their eyes going from shocked to heavy gazes as they ogled at my half naked body, which was still filled up with Neteyam’s dick. They made their way over to us, making their steps slow and small, so they could look at the show they were getting. Some even cheered on Neteyam, who had a smug grin on his face, as he pushed into me, sending me closer and closer to the edge I did not want to fall over, now that someone was watching.
“Go for it Neteyam.” Itako said, grinning at me as he was bold enough to come in front of me, watching as my tits bounced with every thrust he delivered, seeing the sweat trail down my throat and on my upper lip, staring at the place where my mate and I were intimately joined. I bit my lip furiously, trying to stop my moans from escaping, as everyone of the four guys seemed fixated on the sound leaving my lips every now and then. And then Neteyam spoke.
“Itako, do me a favour and play with her clit a little. She needs it to come and I want to bring her over the edge.” I felt so damn shocked that a disbelieving noise escaped from my throat, making Neteyam and his friends laugh.
“It’s okay babe. He’s just assisting in giving you pleasure. We’re going to take good care of you. Just come for me.” He said, letting his tongue trail along my neck and a needy whine slipped past my lips. The guys clinged to the sound, Itako's hand moving itself across my sensitive bud and my legs shivered as he pressed his thumb along it, moving it in circles, spreading some of the wetness on it, before beginning with the torture.
Neteyam’s thrusts slowed, him rather fucking deep and hard, than fast and it made me slide forward with each shove, more into Itako finger rubbing my nub. Mewls left my lips, my walls quivering around Neteyam’s cock, leaving me breathless and I moaned as a shiver of pleasure moved along my body, goosebumps covering my skin. Neteyam slapped onto my butt again, making the flesh wiggle underneath his grip, as he shoved it out of the way for better, deeper access.
“That’s it baby.” Neteyam murmured, not even fazed by the presence of his friends, just continuing to fuck me. My moans grew louder, and I knew I couldn’t hold any longer, especially when Neteyam moved from deep and hard to fast shoves. It made my body quiver in his arms and with one last flick on my clit from Neteyam’s friend I came hard onto Neteyam’s cock, my muscles tensing up as I came, feeling wetness between my legs squirting out, making me lose control over my body for several seconds before coming down from my high, feeling Neteyam’s pulsating cock inside me, filling me up with his cum. As he pulled out, I felt limp in his arms, breath uneven and hard, as my pussy still clenched around nothing, feeling both of our cum joining together at my cunt, leaving everything creamy and damp.
Neteyam took me in his arms, talking praise as his friend said their goodbyes, telling him they would see him soon.
“You were such a good girl, babe. Fuck, so good. Even taking Itako’s hand whilst fucking me. So brave, baby.” He mumbled as he walked us to our nest, laying me down before laying next to me.
His lips latched onto mine softly and I knew I couldn’t be mad at him, knowing it had felt good all along. I knew Neteyam’s friends had talked about me being his mate a lot, probably including our sex. But I found myself actually liking the idea of Neteyam talking about me, naked and ready for him, only for him, others only able to touch me if he allowed.
“They wanted to see you.” He said, confirming my suspicion, making me grin.
“Hopefully I impressed.” I said, leaning into his touch.
“They better fucking are, because I won’t share you again.”
“Hmm. Fuck me any way you want, Teyam. I will always love you either way.”
“And I you, y/n.”
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izvmimi · 1 year ago
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cw: yandere. no smut here although some suggestive aspects.
“You’re trembling.”
He’s not wrong. You open your mouth but as you breathe out to answer him, you can see the cloud of your own breath blooming in the frigid air. If you were to attempt to reach out to him to plead for some extension of humanity, you’d only make him more correct in his assessment and the very idea steels you enough to hold your body perfectly still. 
You won’t bear to protest loudly however, risking looking even more like the useless child he has reduced you to. Shoto senses the defiance in your silence and tuts, shifting his weight to his back heel as he crosses his arms and looks down at you. 
You’re a pitiful sight to behold, lain in a heap, skin ashen from extreme cold and impending frostbite nipping at your fingertips and toes. You’re stark naked, because how else will he satisfy his cruelty and his desires at once, and his eyes lave over the length of your trembling body. Your eyes turn away from him for just a moment and the single flame he generates from his index finger to remind you of the warmth and light just out of your reach flickers commensurate with your lapsed attention. You draw a breath and the dim light reveals his smile. 
“Are you upset, my love?”
You reply with a cough, the chill in your bones inescapable. Your eyes trail off again to stare at a wall, and this time he won’t let you disregard him, leaning in to settle his fingers firmly around your jaw and pulling you up to meet him as he squats down to your eye level.
“Say something.”
You’ve been in here, wherever you are, so long you’re not sure you remember how. His fingers dig into your skin and you wince. Every part of your body feels slower, weaker, more listless as though your isolation has forced you into a true hibernation of sort.
“…. What would you… like me to say?”
Progress. Shoto’s mismatched eyes seem to develop new life as he contemplates your newfound pliability. In another universe, he imagines that you are fighting him now, throwing things and spitting, and forcing him to force you into good behavior, your face against the barren flooring, a knee driven into your back. 
“What do you think I want to hear?” He replies. You’re not stupid, of course. You’re well aware of what he’s always wanted - dependence. For your eyes to be wide, always focused on him; for your pupils to dilate, for you to be desperate for every single drop of attention he offers you no matter how few, for you to be the brainless baby you swore you always wanted to be. 
He needs you to say you need him. 
“It’s cold, Shoto,” you admit instead, voice hoarse. Your body continues to fold in on itself, the same way your heart does.
Shoto smiles, offering you nothing more than the painfully impartial press of his lips onto your bare shoulder - you don’t recoil because there is nowhere to go ultimately.
“My love will keep you warm,” he reminds you.  
And the flame goes out.
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chosenimagines · 3 months ago
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Stuck (Daiki Aomine)
Fandom: (L) Kuroko's Basketball
Summary: After a long school day Akari has to take the elevator -which she is scared off. To make things worse she gets stuck and not alone.
Prompts: -
AU: Satsuki having an adopted sister the same age as her
Tropes: -
OC: Reader named Akari Momoi
Warning: Passion & Making out (I guess?) and Panic Attack !!!
Language: English
Request: -
Word count: ~2.6k
A/N: This is my first one shot for KnB and my first one shot for a character like Daiki so please be nice to me
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Home. The only clear thought I could still form after this long, grueling day. However, I didn't need any other thought.
Today had been one of the worst days I've had in a long time. Probably the worst.
But luckily for me, I was finally able to draw a line under today. I just had to get out of this building. But I couldn't escape as quickly as I had hoped during my lunch break. To make matters worse, I had twisted my ankle due to an unfortunate encounter and could not take the stairs as usual. Instead, I was forced to ride the damn elevator...
The thing about me and elevators was that I was terrified if I even walked past one. But I had no memory of why I was afraid. It had always been that way and had never really bothered me. My fear hadn't affected me once in my entire life. There was always the possibility for me to move through the stairwell in every building. Only today I was forced to get into an elevator.
With shaky fingers, I pressed the button and crossed my arms in front of my chest as soon as it lit up. My heartbeat sped up with every passing second. Each breath was shorter than the previous one. I began to bob up and down. From my toes over the balls of my feet to my heels and back to my toes.
I had a new thought that filled my brain in a continuous loop. Why, why, why, why, why...
A moment that felt like a small eternity passed until the metal doors opened. Although my legs wanted to fail me and my muscles became more and more tense, I managed to enter this machine straight out of hell.
I kept my eyes down, clinging to the thought of home. I had longed for this all day. I wasn't far from it so I need to keep my compsure!
Nevertheless, my heart, my head and my body were flooded with panic. I only had to get through one minute in here and then I made it. Only sixty seconds and I was liberated from this day. But only if I didn't die the next minute because of heart failure or lack of oxygen!
Just before the doors closed, a hand slid into the gap and the doors pushed apart again. As soon as the elevator doors had fully reopened, a tall, muscular figure filled the metal frame. I didn't have to look up to know who I had in front of me. For a moment I pressed my lips together.
I could still see the school corridor by a five centimetre wide gap. In a second, this construction would start moving and I was never more scared.
But there was nothing to worry about, because thousands of people rode elevators every day. Nothing happened to them. Therefore, the probability was high that nothing would happen to me either. But my thoughts circled around all kinds of scenarios! One worse than the other.
Only the appearance and the aura that surrounded him revealed his identity. Daiki Aomine. The person who had broken my sister's heart. The person who gave Satsuki the feeling that he didn't care about their friendship. The person who had left me with the shards and tears. The man who had broken my heart without even suspecting anything about it.
The day Daiki had changed and no longer showed up for practice was the day everything had changed.
Just the memory, of the look in Satsuki's eyes, made my heart contract every single time. That's why I sat in the stands at every practice and studied, because on that gray day, Satsuki had asked for it while we stood in front of the Teiko school. I probably served as a distraction. My presence against Daiki's absence. It didn't bother me if I could ease her pain over her best friend's change, I would always do it for my sister.
For a second, I let my gaze slide to his face. It was just as always. This expression had become a habit in the last two years. Cold, arrogant and remarkably bored. A shame for such an attractive face and a formerly sunny souled person...
My panic caught up with me and suddenly Daiki was completely forgotten. I lowered my eyes and began to stare at the velvety floor again.
Why did the doors close so slowly?
Did it take just as long before?
Was this a sign that something was wrong with this elevator?
Shouldn't I rather get out and try to walk through the stairwell ignoring the pain?
Why on earth hadn't I walked down the stairs anyway?!
My right leg suddenly bounced up and down. With every panicking thought, the wobble became stronger. It became more and more violent until you could see the trembling in every part of my body.
My white hair slipped forward, covering my face. A few strands stuck to my sweaty cheeks.
I lost all control over my body and was willing to give it up voluntarily. I had difficulty suppressing my reaction to my major fear. So what was the smartest thing to do? Regain control and suppress my emotions or let my panic run wild?
Why didn't it move anymore?
I didn't come to a conclusion, because my streak of bad luck continued. With a violent jerk, the elevator stopped. I lost my balance and fell onto the ground. The pain in my ankle intensified and tears filled my eyes.
But the pain quickly faded into the background when the elevator didn't start moving again. The light bulb lost its luminosity and bathed the elevator in dim light. With that, my self-control threatened to disappear into thin air.
What had happened to the light?
Will we crash?
Was the elevator really defective?
How could I get out of here?
Why did I step foot into this stupid elevator?
"Are you okay?" Daiki's deep, bored voice penetrated through my constantly moving thoughts. I jerked my head back. His navy blue eyes were directed at me. They didn't let me out of their sight, not even for a second. My jaw muscles loosened for the blink of an eye. But unfortunately that was all.
My panic grew as I couldn't find a solution. Of course not, because there could be no solution if you didn't know or understand the problem. Still, my eyes moved incessantly, looking for what wasn't there.
After a heavy swallow, I nodded. "Everything is fine," I muttered to myself as I lowered my head again. I couldn't maintain the eye contact. It was too intense for me and in panic mode I hated keeping eye contact.
In addition, my pupils were looking for a solution to this problem in an uncoordinated way, with me reaching for the metal bar above me and pulling myself onto my healthy foot.
Suddenly, Daiki's fingers slid under my chin and gripped it gently. He then pushed it up and moved closer to me. I felt the heat of his body. He was standing close in front of me, that his rather athletic physique prevented me from continuing to look around. Now I was forced to look into Daiki's eyes, in which something had changed.
"You're not okay," he contradicted me. His thumb stroked my chin. "You're shaking."
"This might be a bad time to tell you that I am scared of elevators," I mumbled. Meanwhile, I put my still trembling hands on his chest and firmly pushed him away from me to free myself from him. As soon as I had distance from him, I began to walk up and down in the cramped space.
Pain shot from my ankle to my knee. It intensified my limp and made it visible. But that didn't stop me! I had to move in order to be able to control my panic attack somehow. So I limped from wall to wall. Nevertheless, it didn't do me any good. My heart was racing and I was still short of breath, which was worsened by my sprained ankle.
I couldn't believe that I had took an elevator despite my fear. Something I had avoided all my life! Then I got stuck in the elevator in which, to make matters worse, the light didn't work properly. To top it all off, Daiki Aomine was here with me - of all the people at To oh High School.
I had to get out of here! Right. Now.
I didn't know how to survive this situation. A persistent panic attack combined with shooting pain in my foot and there was no light at the end of the tunnel.
I kept my statement. Today was one of the worst days ever!
"God, here!" Daiki grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me to his side. I stumbled over to him, flinching. My foot hurt so badly.
"Just hold my hand. We are going to be fine," he sighed.
Without saying another word, Daiki slid his fingers between mine and interlaced them. It distracted me. But only for the fraction of a second...
"You don't know!" I snapped at the blue-haired man. Involuntarily, my free hand ran through my hair and the strands that had stuck to my face lined up again in place.
"This devilish machine doesn't move anymore and if there's another jolt now, then the probability of us dying is damn high. The school is fucking empty and no one knows that we are here. So how are we supposed to get out of here, Daiki? The elevator could crash at any moment! Or we could run out of air if we have to wait here for too long-"
All my worries fell silent. But that's not all! All thoughts fell silent. Everything fell silent. Every cell of my body had found a new focus and they too fell silent in order to be able to concentrate. To be able to concentrate on Daiki. He took my breath away as he mixed the air he breathed with mine.
How did I got here you asked? Out of the sudden, Daiki had let go of my hand, stood up in front of me and placed both hands on my waist. After a second, filled with an intensely blazing gaze by these navy blue eyes, he pulled me close to him and put his lips on mine.
But it was not a soft or gentle kiss. This kiss was like Daiki Aomine, the ace of the court. Passionate, intense, strong and above all mesmerizing...
There was only one small detail that didn't suit Daiki. The desperation he put into that kiss.
Without letting our lips part for even a second, Daiki pushed me further and further back. As soon as my back brushed against the side wall of the elevator, he broke away from me. I moved my face after his, hoping to feel him on my lips again, but his lips were no longer on mine.
Nevertheless, I could feel his longing, his hunger. This wasn't enough for him! And it wasn't for me either. He had awaken something in me that I saw burning in his eyes.
His lips were so close in front of mine. Close enough to seduce me and far enough away that I couldn't reach them. Suddenly he came closer and brushed my lips.
"Jump," Daiki murmured against my mouth. Being drunk on him, I followed the instruction and jumped, launching off one foot.
It took Daiki no effort to catch me. He put my legs around his waist and he again pressed himself against my lips and body.
My fingers had a minf of on their own, ruffled his hair and pulled it gently.
Daiki kissed me dizzy while he let out a soft moan. Despite the dizziness and the unfamiliar tingling on my skin, I didn't want Daiki to ever stop. That was my only wish. Especially when he kissed me just like this...
But today I really was out of luck and didn't get anything I asked for. Again Daiki broke away from me. Immediately I longed for him. Panting, he looked into my eyes. I returned his gaze, breathing just as heavily.
His eyes captivated me. There was something in them that I hadn't been allowed to see for the last two years. Love and his gaze was soft. The shadow of the Daiki I had loved. The Daiki I used to admire.
"I won't let anything happen to you, Akari. Not in this fucking elevator. Not anywhere. I swear," he murmured.
My hands slowly slid from the back of his head down to the back of his neck, where I interlaced my fingers.
"Why?" I wanted to know.
For years, he had hardly paid any attention to me. For him, basketball, his friends from the Generation of Miracles and Satsuki were the only important thing in his life. He had never seen me. Really seen me. Our last real conversation was an eternity ago and the reason for it was a school project. We didn't have a close relationship back then and we certainly didn't have one now.
I fell in love from afar and stayed there. Far away from him. For Satsuki and for myself.
"Because I have loved you since the moment you stumbled into my arms. The first time you entered that stupid gym at Teiko with Momoi. You were laughing so loud that every boy looked at you. But you didn't even notice it and your foot hit one of the boys' bags. You fell right into my arms and that's the moment you never left my head. Funny, enough, you filled just as a large space as basketball, which I never wanted to admit. I never wanted it to be true, so I ignored it until I just saw your panic-filled eyes and the only thing I wanted is to hold you in my arms. To keep you there so nobody could hurt you or take you away from me," Daiki gushed out.
At the same time, our eyes widened in disbelief. It was obvious by the look on his face that he hadn't intended to say anything about this. I on the other hand couldn't believe what he was saying.
"You hurt Satsuki...", it blurted out of me. "I can't love you. Not like this."
"You love me?", I echoed. Still stunned.
But I knew that Daiki wasn't lying or retracting words. He stood by every word that left his lips and always did.
"I do," he replied. He was so serious and I recognized today's Daiki again.
"I hurt Satsuki? You love me?" Daiki frowned. With a puzzled look on his face, his index finger ran along the contours of my face.
I lowered my gaze. I couldn't bear to look him in the eye. I missed the memory of him, before the Generation of Miracles were ruined by the coach at Teiko, and I missed the moment just a seconde ago far too much for that.
"Does it bother her so much that I don't come to practice?" he wanted to know. His thumb stroked my chin. I was tempted to melt away, but that wasn't the right moment.
"Yes. You hurt Satsuki. Deeply," I murmured.
Again, Daiki's fingers slid under my chin and pushed it up. Now I had to look into those endless dark blue eyes.
Those beautiful, stubborn, dark blue eyes...
"If you really believe that, then I can't help you," I scoffed.
"It's what came along with me missing practice, isn't it?", Daiki concluded. I nodded.
"You should talk to her, Daiki," I said.
"I will."
The tips of our noses brushed against each other for a split second. I hitched my breath.
"Could you do me a favour?" he asked and I was completely taken in by him again. It was like a curse...
"Sure," I assured him, but I wasn't really focused on his words. His proximity completely threw me off my game.
"Say my name again," Daiki whispered. His breath hit my lips and sent a shiver down my face directly to my spine. "It sounds so pretty coming from your beautiful lips."
As if to underline his words, he gently ran his thumb over my lower lip and pulled it down slightly.
A soft sigh escaped me. "Daiki..."
"That's all I wanted it to hear, baby."
Suddenly the elevator started moving again. In a panic, I pressed myself even closer to Daiki and hid my face in the crook of his neck. I had expected everything but that.
But Daiki didn't let himself be disturbed. "Everything is okay, baby. Nothing bad is going to happen. We are almost out of here. I'll protect you. And I promise you to fix everything. I want you to be mine..."
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h-c-u · 2 years ago
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Teacher's Pet
Summary: It's your first time being a TA, but you're pretty sure some of the areas your professor needs help with are not in the job description. 
Pairing: professor Toto Wolff x TA fem!reader
W/C: 3.1k
Rating: +18, age gap, dom/sub, exhibitionism, creampie, oral sex, praise kink, aftercare
A/N: Filth. Pure filth. Absolute filth. As always on my smut - YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME. 
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By this time in the year, you knew the students' habits and schedule well enough to know what you did and didn't have time to do between lectures. Sometimes you had enough time to go the library to do research for your dissertation, sometimes just enough to barely make a fresh cup of tea, and sometimes - like right now - you had enough time to get absolutely railed by the professor you were under - both literally and figuratively.
You were sure that by now there had to be at least some rumors, but none reached your ears. Although there was no way that there were none, considering all the times the door to his classroom or office was magically closed when you were there together (mechanical failure of course, it was an old building after all). And if on top of that, you added the smudges in the exact shade of your lipstick ending up on few papers he graded, the fact that (at least in your mind) the scent of sex clung to you all the time, and all the hickeys and bitemarks taking deeper color over the course of a single lecture, meaning that they were fresh... There was just no way no one connected the dots yet. But officially, you were never caught, and with every time you got away with it, you got even more brazen.
That's why today he waited just a little bit longer to grab your wrist, turn you around and push your face into the pile of papers because the thrill of finishing closer to the start of the next class was too enticing. He quickly pulled down the panties you were wearing, let them fall to the floor, and threw the hem of your sundress over your waist, so he could see everything. Without saying a word, he placed a soft kiss on your left ass cheek, a complete contrast to what he was about to do. He run two fingers in between your folds, while his other hand was unbuttoning his pants and freeing the already hard cock. Both of you were expecting this to happen since the day started, you just weren't sure exactly when it would happen. So, every time your eyes crossed, every time you accidentally touched each other, every time you said each other’s names, it was almost like edging, but on a completely different and surreal level.
Sure, he could prepare you more, but he knew you loved that moment when the burn disappeared and suddenly there was only pleasure consuming your body, that's why he run his cock between your folds just enough to lubricate himself and slammed all the way in one swift move. You didn't have time to mentally prepare yourself for the familiar sensation, even though it was seared in your brain forever by now. He didn't wait at all before setting a brutal pace and pushing your hips into the edge of the desk, while you tried to hold onto the crumbs of balance you had left in your body, so you wouldn’t become a ragdoll in his hands.
His fingers were painfully digging into the skin on your hips and pulling you deeper onto his cock with every push, causing your whole body to jolt across the desk and making an absolute mess of the exams the previous group finished taking about 15 minutes ago, but that was the last think on your mind. He knew your body like the back of his hand by now, which came useful in moments like this because he knew exactly what he needed to do, to make you cum as fast as possible; when to thrust, what pace you enjoyed the most, what angles made your toes curl, and he was making use of it all, trying to force a whole goddamn opera of moans from your throat. And if not the fact, that you could already hear the students gathering in front of the door, you would have let him. But instead, you reached back for one of his hands and moved it to your mouth to at least try to muffle the whines you weren't able to stop.
What you weren't expecting was him putting more pressure and pulling you closer by your head, so you were standing up, flush against his torso, with his hips still hammering against yours, the material of his trousers and your dress preventing loud slapping from completely filling up the room. He moved the hand that was still on your hip to the neckline of your sundress and pulled it down, freeing your breasts. He gave each of them a squeeze, which made you throw your head back and rest it on his shoulder. With just your nose to breathe through, you were slowly getting a little lightheaded, so when he rolled your nipple in between his fingers and squeezed it tightly, your eyes almost instantly rolled back. You were so close, yet so far, but the hum of a small crowd gathering outside made it harder for you to lose yourself in the sensation of... him. Him inside you, him surrounding you... He was everywhere, haunting every atom of your body and your every thought, and you were helpless against the power he held over you.
- Either you're cumming in the next 10 seconds, or you're not cumming at all. - he whispered straight into your ear, just as there was a sound of a bell coming from down the hall. You lowkey expected him to start counting down, but he just added - I know what I'm choosing... - after which he sunk his teeth into the place where your neck met your shoulder, and that was the missing puzzle piece that finally completed a full picture of you falling apart in his arms. But you didn't get to enjoy that feeling for long, because he quickly pulled out after finishing deep inside you, pulled up his trousers, and put your panties that were currently on the floor in his pocket, while you were still trying to catch a breath, leaning on the desk in front of you.
With your walls spasming and clenching around nothing, you didn't even realize when he forcefully guided you to your usual seat in the first row, sat you down, and pulled the neckline of your sundress back up to hide your breasts behind the patterned material. Before he moved away, he placed one last hungry kiss on your lips and wiped the smudged lipstick from around your mouth. You should really consider stopping wearing it because it was leaving marks everywhere...
At first, you didn't even register the other students slowly filling up the room after Toto opened the door for them because your mind was still frozen in that moment of blinding pleasure. Even though your body was no longer uncontrollably twitching, your breath was still quick and shallow, your cheeks were flushed, and you were sure anyone who looked at you would be able to tell that you just got absolutely railed, but you underestimated under-slept and under-caffeinated students, who worried more about their grades and exams, than the insignificant TA.
Only about ten minutes into the lecture, your brain started comprehending reality once again, and what brought it back was a quiet question from one of the students you became friendly with over the last eight months.
- Sorry, could you repeat that...? - you whispered after quietly clearing your throat.
- Is everything ok...? - she asked. You couldn't tell her the truth, so instead you gave her a confusing look. - You look a little bit sick... Maybe you should take a day off or something? - she proposed, and you prayed for the floor under you to open up and swallow you whole. She meant well though.
- I'm fine... I just can't handle this heat well. - you lied, hoping that your words would be enough to convince her because the almost-summer temperatures were abysmal lately.
- Do you want some water? I have iced one... - she offered and the look of relief on your face told her more than your words because she bent down and took a thermal bottle covered in stickers from her bag and passed it to you. - You can keep it till the end of the lecture. - she added quietly and went back to making notes.
- Thank you... - you replied, opened the bottle, and took a big sip. It was colder than you expected, but it was your savior, allowing you to calm your body once again. You took smaller sips over the next few minutes, but then you just had to look at Toto, and you almost choked seeing how he looked at you. You didn't, but a little bit of water still dripped from the corner of your mouth, and down your cleavage summoning goosebumps over your skin.
He stopped mid-sentence for a moment, his eyes drilling into yours, but he quickly regained his composure and continued the lecture. You couldn't comprehend how he could look this put together after fucking you so hard, his giant, heavy desk was currently on a slight angle. Not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle on his shirt, not a stain on his crotch. And then you felt it...
You were no longer wearing underwear. And he came inside you. It's not like it was the first time he did, but he never did that in the middle of the day, when there was no chance of plugging you or for you to clean up. You clenched up, trying your best not to let any of it leak out and stain first your dress, and eventually the chair under you. The panic and fear of finally being caught slowly coiled around your thoughts, but when you looked at him again... You realized that was exactly what he planned. He took his phone out of his pocket, and you just knew that the phone call he was taking was a complete and utter sham.
- I apologize, I have to take this. Y/n, could you please introduce the group to the concept of homo economicus...? - he asked, moving the microphone away from his mouth, his face all worried. He should get an Oscar for that performance. And you would have to work hard on yours because currently, your mouth was drier than sandpaper. You quickly nodded, took a sip from the bottle, and stood up, while Toto was leaving the room.
It took all your self-control to keep your voice leveled and steady when gravity was actively working against you while you were speaking on a fortunately familiar topic. You tried to move as little as possible, but you couldn't just stand there motionless, trying to will a large drop of cum from sliding down your thigh, with your mind.
Eventually, it did slip out of you, and you had to make a quick decision, so you started walking around the slightly raised podium, rubbing your thighs together as much as possible and smearing your mixed release all over your skin, just so it wouldn't fall below the hem of your sundress or just straight onto the carpeted floor. The sensation wasn't exactly pleasant, but it was much better than the potential humiliation you would have to face if someone realized what happened. You just hoped that if any of that panic showed in your body language or on your face, the students would assume it was because you were stressing about speaking in front of them.
But finally, Toto came back to the room. He didn't take over straight away, though; he let you finish your thought first, while he attentively watched your every move under the pretense of listening to your words. When you ended your short lecture, he apologized again, and you could finally sit back down, and pray that the heat you felt on your face didn't translate to the redness on your cheeks. You took another sip of water, eternally grateful to the girl who gave it to you, because it was the only thing currently keeping you from bursting into flames. After a very long moment, you were finally able to focus on the stack of exams you were supposed to be grading, and you did just that until the lecture ended. You gave back the bottle to the student and sat still where you were until the last person left the room.
- You're evil... - you mumbled much quieter than you originally intended, and Toto just smiled and walked closer to you.
- And yet, you loved every second of it. - he leaned down to kiss you, and you couldn't even pretend that you were mad at him, because he was absolutely right. Without breaking the kiss, he turned your chair, so he would be able to kneel in front of you, spread your knees, and roll your dress up, so he had free access to your thighs and what was in between them.
- The door... - you said quietly, and he just grinned, pushed your chair a bit further, and followed, so his whole body was hidden by the bench in front.
- No more lectures. And if someone will come for a consult... I trust you will be able to handle it. - he said and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of your knee, and another one a little bit higher. When he got to the mess of his own doing, he dragged his tongue across your skin, cleaning the stickiness that didn't dry out only because you kept your thighs closed since you sat down.
He was slowly getting higher and higher, licking every marked patch of skin, making sure, there was no more cum on your thighs, and leaving the pleasant coldness behind. But then he moved his hands to your hips and pulled you down in the chair, so he would have easier access to your pussy.
- Relax... - he whispered almost directly against your skin and licked the outside of your folds. You didn't have any other choice than to just lean back and enjoy what was happening. You were already turned on, but this... this was different. The intimacy of his actions made you feel all soft and warm, and you slowly run your fingers through his hair, causing him to look up. You wanted to say something, but you couldn't find the right words with his tongue slowly circling your clit and finding its way to your opening from time to time. The mere look of him kneeling in front of you was intoxicating, and the fact that he was slowly summoning another wave of pleasure to wash over you was only adding to the all-consuming intensity you felt toward him.
He didn't stop until he felt your walls clenching around his tongue, and even then, he didn't retreat right away, prolonging that searing pleasure you felt all around your body. Even though your orgasm was less intense than the one he gave you during the break, your legs still felt as if they were made from cotton. You had to grab him strongly by his hair and pull him away from your core, for him to actually stop and let your body process what he just did to it.
You were physically and mentally exhausted, and if not for the fact that you were still in the classroom, you would probably just fall asleep, because the emotional drop that suddenly came over you was strong.
- I need a break... - you whispered, with your fist still clenched around his hair, and it was the only part of your body that had even a sliver of strength left in it. He gently traced his fingers down your forearm to your fingers and untangled them from his hair...
- Come here... - he said quietly and pulled you down from the chair straight onto his lap, changing the positions, so he would be able to sit on the floor with his legs straightened, and you on top of them. - You were perfect today... - he whispered, pulling you closer and wrapping his arms around you, and you couldn't help but hide your face in his shirt in search of familiar comfort. Sure, you two could do absolutely blasphemous things together, but in the end, he was able to take care of you in any way you needed. And after the whole day of sitting and walking on needles, you needed... this. - Absolutely divine... - he added quietly, placed a soft kiss on your temple, and kept his lips there. He allowed you to process everything that happened today at your own pace, so your brain could slowly catch up with reality and you could feel like yourself in your body again.
It took you a moment, but he was there to praise you and guide you through that path.
- You're staying with me tonight. And I'm cooking... - he stated, when you were finally able to look at him again, and you knew that disagreeing now would be a bad idea, so you just sheepishly nodded and let him help you up. - Words are still a bit hard...? - you needed a moment to think about the answer, and eventually, you nodded again, but there was no shame or fear behind your eyes.
Technically today wasn't even a hard session, but the sub-drop didn't choose, and all the emotions you were exposed to eventually had to spill over. First denial and anticipation, which already gave him control over you, then the physical overpowering when you weren't able to do anything but submit... And after that, there was fear and humiliation during the lecture, and in the and - he chose to take even more pleasure from your body, and it just became... too much.
You talked extensively about your boundaries, needs, and expectations as soon as you both realized that you wanted to pursue this type of dynamic, so you knew that if you truly wanted to stop, that option was always available. With time he learned you well enough to know what you could and couldn't endure at the moment, just by looking at you, which was both a blessing and a curse because he could push your boundaries further from your comfort zone than you thought possible. And yet, you knew that one word or gesture, and he would immediately stop. You couldn't get that trust, that feeling of safety from anyone or anything else. That's why you welcomed his arms around you; you knew that even though you couldn't find your voice at the moment, he would still be able to hear it. 
A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.
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elegantwispsstuff · 1 year ago
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jonggun smut? nice works
a/n:this one is pretty long but worth it, errors are in there I proofread half asleep 😴😭
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Mdni, NSFW
Waring : degrading and well it's smut so yeah
Jonggun came home from a terrible day at consisting of the pest (goo) whining all day about how hot it was, he was in need of relief from, the day's struggles which would be you his beloved as he sought you out in your shared apartment .
He walks into your shares bedroom only to bed met with emptiness, the only form of life was coming from the bathroom, he walked towards the bathroom door to be met with the sight of your naked wet body encased in the steam filled shower separated by a glass door doing nothing to conceal your plush luscious curves from him "well seems like something is finally going my way" he smirked as he took off his clothes in a careful manner not to alert you of his arrival.
You had decided to take a quick shower before gun came home, you didn't want to welcome him with a sweaty body knowing how much of a clean freak he was, you were currently rinsing out the conditioner from your hair when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your mid section making you jump and squeal "calm down koibito it's just me" hearing his voice you giggle the sound immediately calming your nerves, you turned to face him wrapping your arms around his neck with a smile, whilst the cool water poured over both your naked bodies "well I wouldn't be startled if you announced your arrival my dear, one of these days I'm going to collapse from fright" he smirked as he pulled you into a passionate kiss as his grip on your waist tightens and his other hand wanders to grab a handful of your ass, which pulls a moan from you giving him the opening to slip his tongue in, only pulling apart to catch your breath.
"knees now" he said in a rush which made your already soaking cunt clench around nothing, you obeyed immediately falling unto your knees and taking his already hard cock into your mouth and whatever was left was being worked by your delicate fingers, "ngh" he grabbed the top of your head and controlled the pace practically face fucking you
"mmm~" was the only response you could mutter sending delicious waves of vibrations to his duck that made him harder "fucking hell ngh you look so innocent but only I know you're a whore deep down" those words did nothing but get you wetter loving the way he degrades and praises you, you were playing with yourself rubbing your clit as your were getting close to cumming, moaning while tears slipped from your (e/c) eyes, his hips stuttered signaling he was close to sweet release, a few more thrust and thick ropes of hot cum were shot into your throat he made sure you swallowed it all not wasting a single drop before pulling out with a pop.
You whined as you stared up at him "I need you" he held your face in between his fingers and looked down at you " where my love remember I can't understand you if you talk like a dumb bitch in heat" the fuzzy feeling was filling your head with unholy thoughts of different positions he could put you in " I-I need your cock in your cunt please daddy" he gave your face a light squeeze before lifting you off your knees and wrapping your leg round his waist lining himself up at your entrance and bottoming out in one swift motion, your back arched as you moaned out loud, eyes crossing, vision blurring.
The bathroom was filled with sounds of water and wet skin slapping as he fucked you merciless at an animalistic pace, moans and grunts as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten about to snap "fuc-fuck my pretty girl no matter how many times I fuck you, you're still as tight as ever" you could hardly process anything only remembering to breathe every other thought was filled how good you felt, how his dick abused that spongy spot that made your toes curl, your pussy clenched as you were close to your orgasm "g-gonna cum baby fuck~" your hand grabbed a handful of his hair tugging it while you used your other hand to hold on for dear life, tits bouncing against his chest, body covered in marks you looked like a piece of art to him, his priceless artifact, a few more rough thrust had you both cumming undone "cu-cumming fuck~" your body shook in his grasp as he shot his cum into you, fluids mixing and leaking out going down the drain with the water.
He turned off the tap after cleaning you up in his arms and carried you into your bedroom, laying you into you silk sheets then walking into the closet and coming out with pj pants on he came up to you and helped you throw on the matching shirt to the pants and tucked you in.
Turning all the lights off the getting into the bed snuggling beside you, he was met with light snores coming from your plush lips, he stared down in adoration before planting a kiss on your beautiful (s/c) skin "goodnight my sweet" letting the beautiful thought of you two pulling him into his own slumber.
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goldenseresinretriever · 4 months ago
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You Catch More Bees With Honey: Chapter 9
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Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader
Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe
Summary: Bradley Bradshaw, blindsided by a team he trusted like family has been traded to the San Diego Dogfighters. Across the country from the place he calls home, Bradley feels lost and betrayed. Not to mention the familiar faces and ghosts from his past that he now has to face every day at work. Bradley’s caught between wanting to show his former team the mistake they made in double-crossing him and wondering if it’s time to hang up his skates after one final season. You’re living your dream as the PR representative for the Dogfighters. When Coach Maverick made a bid to bring his godson to the team, you hadn’t batted an eye. Bradley was a good teammate, and a good player. Unfortunately, the Bradley that shows up in San Diego is nothing like your research suggested. He’s moody, irritable, aggressive, and angry, throwing a wrench in all your careful planning. What’s caused such a drastic change in him? And can you figure out how to help him before he makes a mistake you can’t fix?
Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, dead parents, drunkenness, alcohol consumption, violence, sports violence, blood probably, angst, fluff, eventual smut, age gap (28 and 38), enemies to lovers, suggestive language, hockey inaccuracies etc. There will be individual chapter warnings. No use of Y/N.
Word Count: 5.4k
A/N: This is a repost of my completed series, You Catch More Bees With Honey. It was originally posted in November-March 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.
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You wake the next morning in the extra bed in Javy’s room. Your lower body aches and you let out a groan. Sun filters in through the gap in the drawn curtains, illuminating the empty bed next to you. Javy must already be awake. You roll yourself to the edge of the bed, fumbling with the nightstand to find your phone. You’ve got your usual slew of notifications as well as a text from Javy letting you know that he’s gone to breakfast with some of the other guys and the bathroom is all yours. He also lets you know that there’s a room key on the table if you need to go anywhere. You pull yourself out of bed, wincing at the ache between your legs that refuses to let you forget that you slept with Bradley last night.
You don’t regret it. After all, you’ve never felt that much pleasure before, and now you know that your feelings for Bradley might be reciprocated. What you do regret is how you handled the aftermath. You’re used to administering your own aftercare, of course, but something about up and running while Bradley was in the bathroom has guilt clawing up your throat. If he did have any feelings for you, were they gone after the way you acted last night?
While Javy had brought you pajamas and a change of underwear last night, you still need your clothes for the day so you steel yourself to face Bradley and slip Javy’s room key and your phone into the pocket of your pajama bottoms. You force yourself down the hallway back to your room, hand hovering over the wood before you force yourself to knock. You hear the scuffle of feet on the other side and then the door swings open. Bradley’s dressed for the day already in a t-shirt and joggers that he’ll trade for his practice uniform once you get to the arena. You dig into the carpet with your bare toes, averting your eyes to watch as shame warms your cheeks. Bradley doesn’t let you get away with it for long, a single finger under your chin raising your eyes to his. You’re terrified of what you’ll find there but where you expected the white-hot anger that you’ve seen burn in the whisky depths before, you just see a tentative nervousness, like he’s afraid of how you’ll react, or how you feel. You feel your tears from last night threatening to resurface and you long to bury yourself in his arms while he promises you that everything’s going to be okay.
“You okay, Honey?” He asks softly, his voice a gravelly rumble and you feel your lips quiver as his thumb moves to stroke over your cheek and you lean into the touch as you consider your answer. Bradley seems to understand that you need some time to think so he nods to himself, not slowing the brush of his fingers before he speaks again. “I’m going to go grab some breakfast, so why don’t you shower, and then we can talk?” He’s putting the ball in your court, letting you make the next move and you nod against his finger on your chin.
“Bradley Bradshaw, are you calling me stinky?” Your voice is rough from fighting back tears.
He chuckles softly, and there’s pure affection in his eyes that almost sends you to your knees. He pinches your cheek gently. “The stinkiest.” Your laugh is watery and hesitant but it’s there and Bradley smiles, his shoulders relaxing like he’s just let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “There she is.” He whispers gently and your heart aches in answer. Then he’s letting you go and stepping past you to head out, you duck into the room and you’re alone with your feelings again.
Your bed is still rumpled from your nap yesterday and it’s clear that Bradley stayed in his own bed last night. You collect your clothes, pick a soft lilac pantsuit today, and disappear into the bathroom to shower. As you undress, you catch sight of your reflection in the mirror and you remember Bradley holding your hand and gaze in it yesterday and that ache is back in your chest. In a quest for the normal, you bump one of your favorite playlists and let yourself enjoy a leisurely shower, singing along to your favorites.
When you exit the bathroom, you feel significantly better. Bradley’s in his chair by the window, sipping coffee and scrolling on his phone. The smell of it and whatever he got for breakfast is tantalizing and you bemoan the fact that you probably won’t have time to find breakfast before you have to head back to the arena. Bradley looks up as you enter the room, giving you a soft smile. “Hey Honey, breakfast is on the table.” You blink, surprised as your eyes follow his pointing finger to the desk by the television that’s holding a brown paper bag and another coffee cup. Propelled forward by the promise of food and coffee, you dart over, examining the cup before you look at Bradley, surprised.
“How’d you know my coffee order?” You ask as you take a deep sip and groan appreciatively as the sweet and bitter mix drifts over your tongue, warming you from the inside out.
Bradley smirks at you, “I have my sources.” You arch a curious eyebrow at him over the top of the cup.
“You’ve been going through my trash, haven’t you?” You tease, a smile tugging at your lips as you take another sip. He laughs at that.
“Actually, I texted Mickey and asked. I had to guess on the sandwich though.” You smile at that and dig into the bag. You pull out a package wrapped in paper and when you unwrap it, you grin at the bagel sandwich that’s stuffed full of egg, cheese, and a truly sinful amount of bacon.
“Bacon, you remembered…” you murmur mostly to yourself. You seat yourself on the edge of Bradley’s bed so you can be next to him for that conversation he mentioned earlier. You chew quietly for a few minutes, enjoying the food and Bradley drinks his coffee silently, turning back to whatever he was looking at on his phone.
Finally, you finish your sandwich, crumpling the empty wrapper and setting it on the small side table next to Bradley’s coffee cup, fiddling with your own. “Bradley, can we talk?” You hate how weak and desperate your voice sounds but you try to ignore it. He sets his phone face down on the table and turns to give you his full attention.
“As long as you’re ready, I am, Honey.” You twist your cup between your hands as you search for the words you want to say to him.
“I’m really sorry, Bradley.” You hate the way your voice shakes as you get the apology out. “I got overwhelmed and it scared me and I was alone with my thoughts and they got too loud and I just up and disappeared and to another guy’s room at that, after you were so sweet to me and you did a lot of stuff you didn’t have to do,” his eyebrows raise at that but he remains quiet as you continue rambling. “I didn’t mean to make you worry because it was good, really really good actually. It wasn’t anything you did, I mean. The reason I left.” You’re running out of steam and your hands are trembling.
Bradley reaches out wordlessly, taking the cup from your hands before you can accidentally drop it, placing it on the side table before he takes your hands in his huge ones. His thumb rubs your skin in those steady strokes that always seem to calm you. “Can I ask you some questions, Honey?” His voice is gentle, tentative like he���s trying not to spook a horse and you nod. It’ll be easier for you to answer specific questions than talk freely and you think he’s realized that. “What do you mean, I did a lot of stuff I didn’t have to do?” Your cheeks heat as you remember Bradley’s tongue and hands on you, in you, drawing out your pleasure like it was his only goal.
“I… uh, you uh, you wanted to pleasure me?” You wince at the awkwardness in your words. Bradley’s body goes rigid at your words and you see gears turning in his mind that you can’t seem to grasp until he looks at you with so much fear and dread in his eyes that his words catch you completely off guard.
“Honey,… were you a virgin…?” You choke at the question that comes seemingly from left field as you shake your head fiercely.
“No, no! I’ve had sex before, a couple of times, well maybe more than a couple, I just, I’ve never had a guy who wanted to do that kind of stuff…” you trail off and you watch Bradley relax considerably.
“What kind of stuff, Honey? Eating you out? Fingering you?” You’re almost jealous at how easily he’s able to talk about this like it’s something as simple as the weather.
“All of it.” You mumble and his eyebrows raise again.
“Then what was sex like for you?” He asks it like it’s nothing and you can’t help but feel shame and anxiety wash over you at the idea of telling him about your sexual experience. His hands that are holding yours squeeze encouragingly. “I’m not doing this to make you uncomfortable, Honey, and I don’t want you to feel like it’s something you have to be ashamed about, I’m just trying to understand where your head’s at.” Your shoulders relax a little at his words. Bradley’s not going to judge you, he doesn’t want to. Just like last night, he just wants you to feel good and it’s hard for you to wrap your mind around.
“Sex was mostly about the guy,” you explain. “He’d get off and if I was lucky I would too but not by anything he did. I had to take care of myself.” Your cheeks heat as fury blazes in his eyes. “I haven't been in a relationship or had a boyfriend since before… everything…” you explain. “And back then we were so inexperienced that it wasn’t the focus. And after that, it was all hookups and well yeah, it wasn’t about me.” Your voice trails off to a whisper. Bradley nods, turning your words over in his mind.
“So that’s why you just went right for it?” He asks and you nod your cheeks heating at the memory of Bradley nearly splitting you in half without any foreplay. “Jesus, you scared me half to death last night, I thought I’d really hurt you.” The worry in his eyes makes your heart ache.
“I’m okay,” you reassure him. “A little sore but fine other than that.” He grimaces slightly at that.
“I’m sorry, I was going to check on it again when I cleaned you up but you left before I could get the chance.”
“When you cleaned me up…?” You blink at him, surprised and he groans, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling before coming back to look at you.
“Aftercare, Honey, it’s a really important part of sex, don’t tell me you’ve never had a guy take care of you after?” You shake your head. “Jesus Christ, what kind of guys have you been fucking, Honey?” You know it’s a rhetorical question but you answer to try and lighten the mood.
“Bad ones, apparently.” He snorts a laugh at that before his eyes get serious again.
“So where do we stand, Honey? I don’t want to pressure you into anything because you said you were overwhelmed and that’s not something I want you to feel again, at least not because of me.” He looks so earnest and makes your heart ache because all you want is to climb into his lap and have him hold you. You’ve never yearned to be in someone’s arms more.
“I… I like you… a lot, Bradley.” You swallow hard as the words pass your lips. “But this is all happening really really fast, too fast. Like I said, I haven’t been in a relationship in a really long time and I was a different person then… I-I don’t know if I know how to be in one as the person I am now. I think… I think I need us to slow down. That is if you even want an us. But if you do, we’re going to have to pump the brakes, by a lot. It’s all a little overwhelming right now, and I need to slow down. I need to be able to breathe.” His face softens and he squeezes your hands gently.
“After last night, you really think I don’t want an us, Honey?” You look away, embarrassed when he phrases it so simply.
“I thought maybe your feelings might have gone away once we had sex…” You mutter and then his finger is under your chin again, guiding your eyes back to his.
“They haven’t, they're very much still there. And if you need to take things slow, we’ll take it slow. You set the pace, Honey. Like I said, the last thing I want is to overwhelm you.”
“W-would it be okay if we didn’t kiss…” you sputter the words out before you lose your nerve. “I-I just I’m not used to it and uh, I just-“ you pause since you’d expected Bradley to cut you off by now but he just nods.
“You set the pace, Honey. Tell me what you’re comfortable with and what you’re not and then we can move forward.”
“Uh… no kissing, on the lips at least, um, forehead and cheek and stuff are okay I think?” Your cheeks heat at the fact that Bradley’s giving you this kind of power, to tell him what you’re comfortable with and he’ll just respect that without arguing. “Definitely no sex… but hugging yes, cuddling would be nice.” You feel your cheeks heat more as Bradley’s mouth twists into a soft smile. Then he’s tugging your hand and pulling you into his arms. You relax instantly, melting against him. He presses his lips to your temple gently before whispering into your ear.
“This all good for you, Honey?”
“Perfect.” You whisper and nuzzle against his chest softly.
“Honey, can I ask you one last question?” You nod. “I know we’re slowing things down but we’re still an us, yes? There’s… there’s nothing going on between you and Javy… right? He told me there wasn’t.” You can hear it then, the hesitation in his words like he’s afraid that you’ll break his heart. You sit up at that, face-to-face with him, meeting his beautiful chocolate eyes with your own. You reach to stroke his cheek gently.
“There’s nothing going on between me and Javy. I’m not trying to catch a venereal disease. Honestly, I’m surprised we’re even friends.” Bradley barks out a laugh and his chest vibrates against you, making you smile. “And yeah, we’re an us. You’re the first person I’ve wanted to be anything with in a long time.” You tuck your head under his chin and he pulls you closer. “Thank you, Bradley.”
“For what, Honey?” You can feel the rumble of his throat as he answers you.
“For being okay with all of it, with me.” You murmur against his chest. His arms tighten around you.
“Always, Honey, always.”
***
The game is mostly uneventful. The boys put up a good effort but ultimately lost, 4-3. The mood on the bus back to the hotel was grim, the tension palpable, but the boys seemed to have slept it off as spirits were mixed this morning as the team boarded the jet to your next destination, Washington D.C. The match against the Capitals isn’t until Thursday, so the boys will be afforded some well-deserved downtime. You’re once again rooming with Bradley per Cyclone’s orders which you’re more comfortable with now that the two of you have set defined boundaries.
You can’t help the nerves that claw at your stomach when you think about them. Sure, Bradley had said he was fine respecting them but you’d given him almost nothing aside from the commitment that you were working towards giving him everything, but since you had no idea how long that would take, you feel like you’re denying him things he deserved to have in a relationship. He doesn’t seem to be concerned for now, at least. You just hope you don’t let him down.
Bradley’s once again carrying your garment bag over his shoulder as you approach your shared room. He unlocks the door and you head in as he holds the door. Your shoulders relax until you reach the main area and your face falls as you take in the bed. Singular. The king bed takes up most of the room and you can’t breathe. Bradley’s voice comes from right behind you as he reassures you.
“I can go sleep in Javy’s room tonight.” His hand rubs comforting circles in your tense shoulder. You turn to face him, hands twisting nervously.
“No, it’s okay. As long as you’re okay with it and we follow the rules, I’m okay with it.” A part of you longs to make up for the night the two of you should have shared two days ago after the more physical activities were finished. You want to know what it’s like to spend the night in his arms, to fall asleep feeling totally and completely safe.
“If you want me, Honey, you have me.” Your heart flutters at his sweet words.
***
Since there isn’t much for you yet, you come back to the hotel before the boys do. You’re anxious to get into your pajamas, eager to enjoy an early night after the excitement of the past few days. Maybe you’ll order room service and have your dinner in bed. Your daydreams are burst by the sight of a familiar face at the hotel bar when you walk by on your way to the elevator. What’s Cyclone doing here? Managers don’t typically travel to games let alone attend home ones but Cyclone claims that it’s good for publicity if it looks like he’s involved. Still, he’s never come on a road trip before and you’re awkwardly standing and staring when he catches sight of you and calls you over.
You feel like you’re being dragged by an invisible leash as you sidle up to the stool that he’s currently occupying. He’s sipping a martini that you try not to think too hard about given that it’s a little past 2 pm.
“Cyclone, sir.” You acknowledge him and he waves you off.
“No Cyclone, just Beau is fine.” You blink, stunned by his sudden change in attitude towards you. “Have you had lunch yet?” You’re too stunned to answer so you just shake your head. “Perfect, neither have I, come join me.” He waves down the bartender and lets him know that he’d like to move to a table at the hotel restaurant and you follow him, still in a daze at the whiplash you’re suffering. You sit down in a booth across from him and numbly take the menu the waiter hands you.
“So… Beau,” you force yourself not to grimace when you use his first name. “What can I do for you?” He gives you a dazzling smile that you’ve never seen before and you’re even more uncomfortable.
“I wanted to sit down and get a chance to get to know you. Your mother was one of my dearest friends.” You want to ask why if that’s the case, he didn’t know she was dead.
“Sure, of course.” This is the opposite of how you expected to be spending your afternoon but you decide to accept your fate and carefully slide your professional persona into place. “So, how did you know my mother?” You’re more than willing to play dumb to your advantage. Cyclone has no idea that he used to basically be a bedtime fairytale for you growing up, and you’re content to keep it that way.
“We met in college at Yale.” You nod along as he continues. “We were quite close until we graduated. I feel like I owe it to her to take care of you. It’s what she would want.” While you don’t doubt that he’s right because your mom had always seemed to carry a torch for her mystery lover, you’re not so sure she’d approve if she could see him now.
“Oh, that’s very kind of you.” You parrot obediently, turning to the menu to pretend to be making your selection.
“Order whatever you want, my treat.” He says, still wearing that dazzling smile. Well, now you officially HAVE to order something. At least eating will save you from having to talk. You have plenty of experience sitting quietly while self-important men talk at you so this should be a piece of cake. You wonder if it’s worth the risk to order the burger you’d been dreaming of all day instead of going with a more traditionally ladylike lunch option like a salad or soup. You decide on just going for the burger. You can’t afford to be hangry around this man.
Once the two of you have placed your orders you realize that Cyclone’s been staring at you for longer than you feel particularly comfortable with. You clear your throat politely. “Is there something on my face?” You ask, hesitantly, even though you’re pretty sure you know why he’s staring.
“It’s just, you look so much like her.” You stifle a grimace.
“Well, you know how genetics work…” you paste a warm smile on your face as you try to trifle a scream. “Does Dragon take more after your wife?” You know it’s a low blow but you’re hoping your charming smile makes the faux pas look ditzy rather than aggressive. Dragon looks nothing like her father. Anyone with eyes can tell. Her mannerisms, however, echo her father in more ways than you can count.
His brow furrows slightly and for a moment he’s the Cyclone that you’re used to seeing before he dismisses it with a shake of his head and a mutter of “Yes, yes she does.” He switches right back to this unfamiliarly eager man that you can’t help but wonder is the one that your mother once fell in love with.
Your mother had told you plenty about Beau Simpson without mentioning him by name. You knew he came from money, a long line of it, rooted in some financial corporation. He was a legacy admission to Yale since all the men and a few women in his family had gone there. In comparison, your mother had chosen Yale because they’d offered her the most generous figure skating scholarship. By all accounts, they should have never crossed paths in the first place but one day he was running late for hockey practice, shoving his way through a crowded hallway when he knocked her in the head with his hockey stick.
You do your best to imagine the man in front of you as the clumsy boy that your mother had told you about. He still had those green eyes but now they were cold and closed off rather than dancing with light and life that she’d always described as spring incarnate. Cyclone clears his throat as he asks.
“So, what year did you graduate from Yale?” You arch a surprised eyebrow at the question. He’d been the person to interview you, he of all people should know that you didn’t graduate from Yale let alone attend.
“I didn’t. I went to the University of Wisconsin.” You answer primly, doing your best to keep the awkwardness out of your voice. His eyebrows rise.
“Oh, I just assumed since your mother went to Yale…” He trails off.
“Yes, and my father went to Brown.” You add. “The Ivys weren’t really for me, though.”
“Your father went to Brown.” He repeats, brows furrowed.
“Yes, but Mom never really cared about that kind of stuff. They met at a coffee shop in Hartford.” You shrug. “They didn’t really care where I went to college, just that I was doing what I loved.”
“And what was that?” Your breath catches in your throat. You swallow, hard before replying.
“Figure skating.”
“Like your mom.” You nod. You don’t want to talk about it, not really. You never do, but you know you have to power through this lunch. You take a deep breath and pretend it’s Bradley sitting across from you instead. Talking about your mom always seems easier when it’s with him, even more so than with Mickey and everything’s easier with Mickey. You try not to think too hard about what that means as you field Cyclone’s questions about your life.
***
You’re already lounging in bed when Bradley gets back and you don’t miss the way his eyes soften with fondness at the sight of you under the covers. Your cheeks heat as he gives you a smile, coming over to sit on the edge of the bed after toeing off his shoes. “Hey Honey, how was your day? Bugs said you left early so I hope you got some well-earned rest.” You sigh, slumping against the pillows.
“Well I mean I did, but not as much as if I didn’t have lunch with Cyclone.” Bradley’s brows furrow and he frowns.
“Cyclone?” You nod.
“Apparently he flew in for this game because he and the Capitals’s head coach are fellow Yale alumni.” You roll your eyes as hard you can and it elicits a chuckle from Bradley. “Anyway I walked by him at the hotel bar when I got back from the arena and he invited me to have lunch with him.”
“What did he want?” Bradley asks warily.
“To talk about my mom. He claims to want a relationship with me, says it’s what my mom would have wanted.”
“Is it?” He asks, his hand finding your ankle over the sheets and rubbing rhythmic circles into the joint. You shrug.
“I think if my mom wanted a relationship with him, or for him to have one with me, she would have contacted him. He was an NHL player for God’s sake, she could have found him if she really wanted to.” Bradley nods silently, keeping up the soothing pattern on your covered ankle.
“Is that something you want?” He finally asks. “A relationship with him?” You frown slightly. You honestly hadn’t given it much thought. You turn Bradley’s words over in your mind as you once again fall into that comfortable silence that you’ve come to enjoy sharing with him.
“I don’t know. I know there’s a chance I get to see another piece of her, you know? A piece that no one else can tell me about. But I don’t know if I’m ready for that, and I don’t know what Cyclone would even want out of a relationship with me. I’m not about to dig out my mom’s old college clothes and play dress up for him, you know?” Bradley’s brows furrow and his grip on your ankle tightens, his fingers stopping their soothing motion as his jaw tightens and his expression hardens.
“If he even so much as SUGGESTS that,” Bradley growls and you suppress a shudder at the pure venom in his voice. You wave him off.
“I’ll kick his ass before you even get the chance.” You reassure him and he relaxes slightly. You give him a soft smile in response to his fierce protectiveness and you’re reminded of the way he’d gone for the defenseman that attacked Mickey the other night. This is another side of Bradley that you’re seeing and it makes you feel even more safe in his presence.
Your eyes fall on the Target bag in his hand and arch an eyebrow nodding in its direction. “What’s in the bag?” you ask and watch pink splotches climb up his neck as he rubs the back of his neck ruefully.
“A couple of the guys wanted to stop at Target to get some stuff so I went with and Mickey helped me pick some stuff out.” He passes the bag across the bed to you, the pink reaching his cheeks as you peer inside, eyebrows going straight up. “You said you didn’t bring anything except your work clothes so I thought you’d like some other options. Mickey picked everything. I figured he knew what you liked and your sizes.”
“Thanks,” you stammer, surprised by Bradley’s thoughtfulness. “How much do I owe you?” He shakes his head gently.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s my treat.” You open your mouth to protest but he gives you a firm look and you roll your eyes, turning back to the bag. Inside are a pair of jeans and a chunky sweater that you know you’ve been eyeing for a while now and have definitely mentioned to Mickey in the past. Under those are a couple of tasteful graphic tees that scream Mickey and make you giggle as well as a denim jacket that goes with all of them. There’s also a simple black peacoat at the bottom of the bag. That you know deep down has to be Bradley’s choice despite his earlier comments. As you pull it out a pair of simple black gloves also tumble out.
“Gloves seem a little excessive, don’t you think?” You ask as you turn them over in your hands.
“Hardly,” Bradley replies. “I won’t always be around to keep those pretty hands warm.” You feel your cheeks heat as he takes your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to them. “You wanna go out tonight?” You shake your head, leaning back against the pillows and snuggling into the covers.
“Room service it is then.” He decides and gets up to grab the menu.
***
Later you’re curled up in bed, eyelids heavy as you wait for Bradley to get out of the shower. Your eyes fall on the remnants of your dinner strewn on the table and you smile at the memory of throwing french fries at Bradley while he took it all in good fun before smearing ketchup on your cheek in retaliation. The click of the bathroom door alerts you to his return and Bradley pads over to the other side of the bed. “You ready for bed, Honey?” He asks, and you nod sleepily. “You sure you don’t want me to sleep in Javy’s room? I already cleared it with him in case you changed your mind.” You shake your head and he chuckles softly. “Words, Honey.”
“Don’t go, Bradley, want you to stay with me.” Your voice is addled with sleep but you manage a groggy smile at him as his eyes eyes soften as he climbs in.
The bed is big enough that you could easily pretend that he’s not there but you’re not sure that’s what you want. You want to feel what it’s like to fall asleep in the comfort of his arms. But what if that’s not what he wants? What if it’s too much temptation for him? You don’t want to hurt him by making his life a living hell. Your thoughts are still racing for a few minutes after Bradley turns off the light and plunges the room into darkness. They get louder as you’re left alone in the blackness with them until Bradley breaks the silence that’s anything but comfortable for you right now. “Honey, get over here.” You turn in the dark to try and make him out as your eyes adjust. The rustle of the sheets helps you piece together that he’s holding his arms open for you and you scoot across the bed without a second thought, letting out a breath of relief as you curl against him and he chuckles in your ear at your eagerness.
“Goodnight, Bradley.” You murmur, sleep already eagerly leading you down into the comfort of his arms.
“Goodnight, Honey, sleep tight.” You drift off to sleep to the feeling of his lips pressing against your temple gently.
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