#get me what i want. I think I might’ve backed myself into a corner with this project i might be getting and idk how to get out. sighhhh i ne

[capyclub]

sometimes it’s more stressful for things to be on the verge of working out than it is for them to not be working out at all

[pathologicalreid]

card trick | s.r.

in which you broach a subject with Spencer that you're sure will be a dealbreaker - you don't want kids

margovember

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: flangst content warnings: child-free by choice, magic tricks, selfishness (like. reader thinks she's selfish), chemist!reader word count: 1.08k a/n: this was lowkey hard to write because i do in fact want kids myself and i'm such a dad!spencer truther. but there was some fun within the challenge!!! ily <3

“Do you want to talk about it?” Spencer asked, watching as you braced yourself against the wall and kicked off your shoes, nudging them in the hallway until they were in place.

You hummed in response, “About what?” You inquired casually, proceeding to hand your coat on the rack and pull the sleeves of your sweater down. Avoiding his gaze, you bulldozed through to the kitchen, searching through the cabinets for an appropriate mug to make tea in.

He followed you to the kitchen, grabbing a mug and holding it out for you to take. You didn’t live here, but you knew your way around so well that someone might’ve gotten that idea. “Whatever it is that made you get so quiet tonight,” Spencer prodded, leaning over the kitchen counter and propping himself up.

Filtering through his tea collection, you faltered for a moment before continuing, picking a chamomile tea bag and flicking on the electric kettle. The two of you had just gotten back from dinner at Rossi’s, your second one since you and Spencer had started dating, where you watched Spencer spend hours doing magic tricks with Henry and Jack. You shook your head, watching the water in the kettle as it began to boil.

“Are you feeling alright?” Spencer asked, wondering if you had a physical ailment that was causing you to shut down. He had picked you up straight from work, maybe you were just exhausted.

This time you nodded, opening the wrapper for the tea bag and tossing the foil in the bin, “Yeah, long day,” you admitted, “Did you want tea?”

Spencer was quiet for a moment, watching as you instinctively grabbed another mug and prepared a cup of tea for him as well. It was starting to get chilly outside, so a warm tea was likely to have healing properties, “Have I done something?”

Now, you ignored his question, grabbing the mugs and bringing them over to the coffee table. You sat on the couch, nestling yourself into the corner and pulling a knit blanket over your lap. In your periphery, you watched him sit on the opposite side of the couch, and it was beyond your control when you finally spoke up, “Do you want kids?”

“I’ve never really given it much thought,” he responded, and you nearly flinched at his answer, convinced he was lying to save your feelings.

You shifted on the couch, staring down into the murkiness of your tea, “What does that mean?”

He pressed his lips in a thin white line for a moment as if he were considering his options, “I’ve never really been in a relationship where that was a discussion to have, so I’ve never done an in-depth evaluation of whether or not I want kids of my own.” He set his mug down on the coffee table and turned to you, “But I take it you have.”

Slowly, you nodded, skimming the handle of your mug with the pad of your thumb, “I don’t want kids,” you whispered, closing your eyes as soon as the words were out there.

Spencer was quiet, and you were afraid that the finality in your voice would be the reason you lost him forever. No more BAU family dinners at Rossi’s. No more phone calls seeking help on a case. No more whispering nonsensical science puns to each other in the middle of the night when you should be asleep. You were surprised when he answered, “That’s okay with me.”

You lifted your head, craning your neck to the side so you could determine whether or not he was messing with you. Instead, earnest brown eyes stared back at you, “It is?”

He shrugged lightly, “Admittedly, I’m not too fond of the idea of choosing between a family and the BAU. I’ve seen enough wedges driven and bridges burned to know that that’s not something I want to experience first-hand.”

“It’s just never felt like the right thing for me,” you elaborated on your own feelings, still not convinced of his. “Sometimes I… I think I’m too selfish to be a mother,” you confessed, setting your mug down and pulling your knees to your chest. “I see people around me and the things they sacrifice for their children, and I don’t think that could ever be something I do, Spence. It’s not in the cards for me.”

Cocking his head at you, Spencer studied you for a moment, “If you don’t want to be a mother, then you don’t have to.”

Your eyes burned fiercely at his words, so shocked by his response to what had sent previous boyfriends running for the hills. “I think maybe you should take some time to think about this because you said you never have before,” you advised him cautiously, setting your chin on your knee.

He shook his head dismissively, “I don’t need to think about it. If it’s a choice between you and some hypothetical children, then it’s really no choice at all.”

Closing your eyes, you let tears fall freely down your cheeks, “I just don’t want you to wake up someday and resent me for not giving you children. I don’t want you to roll over in bed and think about how I’ve somehow failed you.”

It was that statement that prompted Spencer to reach out to you, he tenderly looped an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your temple. “I could never resent you for making a decision about yourself like that, do you understand?”

“You’re just so good with them,” you bemoaned, recalling the flashing images of Spencer doing card tricks for the kids and refusing to reveal his secrets to them.

Spencer smiled softly at you, “It’s easy when you don’t actually have to do the raising of the children. I’m more than comfortable with my title of godfather and uncle.”

“But what if you need more?” You asked desperately, still horrified by your hypothetical day where Spencer wakes up with hate in his heart.

His other arm looped around you, pulling you closer to him, “Trust me when I say this: you are more than enough for me.” He squeezed you gently, “I can be good with kids and be perfectly content with never having any of my own. Those two things can coexist.”

Nodding absentmindedly, you leaned your head onto his shoulder, “Thank you,” you breathed, silent tears still streaming down your cheeks only to be swept away by your boyfriend’s deft fingers.

[livixcore]

All this for him? (idol!Hwang Hyunjin x f!reader)

✮ Summary: You pay your boyfriend a visit during his practice in the studio which ends up with you receiving another guys phone number while you're there. Jealousy takes over Hyunjin who decides to prove who you belong to.

✮ A/N: listennnn I know smut is a BOLD first post and first write but hear me out... mic and brush has the biggest chokehold on me and I couldn't help myself lols! anyways enjoyyy!!!! lemme know what you think pls and thank u x

✮ Pairing: Idol!HwangHyunjin x fem!reader, AFAB!reader, JealousBoyfriend!Hyunjin

✮ Genre: Smut, Angst (if you squint)

✮ W/C: 4.7k

Smut warnings under the cut!!!

✮ Warnings: choking, degradation. praise, jealous!Hyunjin, multiple orgasms, oral (m and f rec) unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it people!!) fingering, hair pulling, possessiveness. marking, softdom!Hyunjin, sub!reader, pet names (jagiya, angel, baby...) filming, squirting, creampie, not fully proofread mb x

It had been a couple of weeks since you had sat in the practice rooms to watch your boyfriend run through his choreo so when he called at 7pm and proposed the idea of you coming to watch his new solo performance practice you immediately jumped up to get ready. Somehow you managed to be out your apartment in 15 minutes and arriving at the studio another 30 minutes later.

“Finally you’re here! What took you so long? I called you about 45 minutes ago.” Hyunjin, in his dramatic state, jogged over to meet you at the door once he heard the door swing open. He clearly hadn’t noticed the drinks in your hands.

“Wow, okay so i’m guessing you don’t want this then?” you replied to his drama by shaking the drink around close to his face but before he could react you had pulled it away and strolled past him feeling his eyes burning into the back of your head as you placed your things onto the table at the side of the dance studio.

Still facing the table, you heard footsteps behind you as Hyunjin walked over seemingly more interested in the iced americano now inhabiting the table. You felt a pair of large ring adorned hands snake around your waist from behind and settle flat on your stomach as Hyunjin rested his head in the side of your neck.

“I’m sorry. I was just excited to have you here to watch me doing my solo choreography.” He mumbled into your neck as you leaned into his warmth, sighing comfortably.

“No it’s okay, I know baby. Thought you might’ve needed some energy plus the traffic getting here was crazy so I just thought an extra 10 minutes wouldn’t matter if it meant I wasn’t showing up empty handed.” You melted into his embrace and rested your hands on top of his on your stomach, tracing his rings under your fingertips. Being in a secret relationship and needing to be careful about it made moments like this even more special before reality set in. Hyunjin was quick to remember his choreographer was only stepping out for 10 minutes just before you arrived. He pressed a quick soft kiss to your neck and pulled away, grabbing the drink you had brought and took a sip.

“Thank you. I really needed this.” Just as he replied the door swung open and the choreographer walked in grinning as he spotted you standing in the corner.

“Ah! Y/N I didn’t know you were coming today? Hyunjin didn’t mention it.” He walked over pulling you into a hug and you shot a look in Hyunjin’s direction to catch him holding back a laugh. It’s not that you didn’t like Kai but he had always tried flirting with you every time you had came to the studio to watch your boyfriends dancing. Granted, Kai didn’t know you and Hyunjin were dating but still, he was shameless. You both had always told Kai you were just childhood friends (which isn’t exactly a lie) and you hung out often to just hide the fact you’re dating. He clearly believed it since the flirting was unavoidable despite Hyunjin’s eyes boring into the back of Kai.

“Haha yeah… I had no idea you’d be here either. I thought it was just Hyunjin otherwise I would’ve brought you a drink too.” You tried to cover up the fact you didn’t want him here. Hyunjin bit the straw of his drink smirking as you looked at him for help.

Kai cluelessly just offered a laugh and told you it’s no big deal as he had a coffee earlier already. Hyunjin set his own down and asked you to go sit down so he could show you the choreo for his solo stage.

The music started playing as he took his position in the middle of the floor. You had always admired him while he danced, swaying perfectly to the beat. The song he had for his solo stage was perfect for him. It had a jazz and expensive vibe to it and wasn’t bouncy or crazy in any way meaning his dancing was more mellow and slower, almost sensual. You sat back in your seat watching him run through the moves, his eyes moving to watch your reaction every so often.

Once he had gone through it the first time he was left with a layer of sweat covering his perfect features as he ran his fingers through his hair to move it away from his eyes showing you more of his face as he shot a smirk at you. He knew you loved him like this, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took. He just didn’t realise how turned on this side of him made you.

Obviously you had noticed Hyunjin’s eyes watching you but you had also caught on to Kai watching you too instead of keeping his eyes on his student. You had kept a mental note of Kai’s eyes on you in case Hyunjin brought it up later, which you knew he would. Not that you’re complaining.

“That was amazing! Seriously ba-“ You cut yourself off before you finished that sentence hoping Kai didn’t hear. Hyunjin definitely heard as his cheeks flushed red underneath his already red face from his dancing, you almost missed the new flustered look. Settling for clapping with a smile to show how good you thought it was instead, just incase anything slipped out accidentally.

“Can I just say… Y/N… You look beautiful today." Kai interrupted your appreciation with a compliment but immediately snapped his mouth shut. "Sorry I shouldn’t have said that.” He added, mumbling but you could still hear what he said. “Sorry…”

“Uh no it’s okay!” Trying to save the man from embarrassment. “Thank you… I just threw this on today though it’s nothing special.” You thanked him to smooth the tension, tugging on your tight cropped vest and baggy jeans.

Kai rubbed the back of his neck in response, feeling minimally better. “Well you look amazing to me.” He offered a smile.

Hyunjin coughed from beside you as he sat down with his drink in his hand. His tongue poked out between his lips and travelled to the corner of his mouth as he sat back, adjusting his position in the seat. You suddenly felt intimidated with his presence next to you. He felt you tense up as his thigh and fingers brushed the side of your leg, a silent reminder to behave.

“Uh anyways let’s go again Hyunjin!” Kai pulled him out of his thoughts as he had an internal argument with himself to have control and not kiss you in front of the older man. He shot a subtle glance your way and winked as he stood up and walked back to the middle of the room.

About an hour went by when finally they decided to wrap up practice and head home for the day. They had gone over a couple other dances too just to cover some moves.

The entire time Kai’s gaze was still lingering on you which hadn’t gone unnoticed by you or Hyunjin. When it came to Kai leaving he had walked over and gently pulled you into another hug. “I meant it when I said you looked beautiful earlier.” You felt his hands sliding further down your back and a hand slip into the back pocket of your jeans and then quickly pull out again. “Come again soon, yeah?”. All you could do was awkwardly laugh and nod your head as he pulled back. He then walked over to Hyunjin to sort out their next practice session and then left the building which in turn left an insane amount of tension in the room.

You tucked your hand into the same pocket Kai’s hand had just been in and pulled out a piece of folded up paper. He had scribbled his name, phone number and a small “;)” onto it. Fuck. You quickly folded it up and held onto it in shock.

Before you had time to properly react Hyunjin had already crossed the room and ripped the paper from your hands. “What’s this?” He asked scanning his eyes over the paper, a deep laugh erupting from his chest as he read it. You stopped breathing as you waited for his reaction.

He shoved the paper into his own pocket as he kept his eyes trained on you. You stood frozen in front of him. “Aw, don’t get shy now. You had no problem replying to Kai’s very obvious flirting earlier.” He tilted his head to the side slightly still looking down at you. “I just threw this on today though.” He was mocking you but instead of getting offended you tried to press your thighs together in hopes of him not noticing.

His fingers came up to trace your jaw before finally wrapping around your throat slightly, pressing down on the sides and pulling you towards him to crash his lips onto yours hungrily. You immediately melted into his lips, gasping as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip which allowed him to slip it into your mouth.

You knew replying to Kai was like adding fuel to fire but you also knew (or hoped) it would end like this, with you wrapped around his finger. Teasing was in your nature when it came to Hyunjin.

With his free hand he unbuttoned your jeans and slipped his hand past the waistband, lightly ghosting his fingers over your clothed core feeling the growing wet patch. You felt him smirk against your lips. “All this for him, hm? Couldn’t help yourself feeling his hands over you? Sliding into your pocket and touching your ass?” The same smirk on his lips as he spoke and waited for your reply. "Enjoyed him watching you the entire time too, huh?" He added but all you could let out was a strained moan as his fingers continued their attack over your underwear. He pulled his hand out of your jeans, “Use your words Y/N.”

“N… no never. Only for you.” You whined, missing his touch. “I’m only yours.”

Just as you allowed your hands to wander across Hyunjin’s torso he pulled away from you and walked over to the seats to sit down, dragging you along with him to straddle his lap. “Are you gonna be a good girl and prove you’re mine, jagiya?” All you could do was hum in response as you attached your lips to his neck, sucking sharply. But before any serious damage could be done he had raked his fingers through your hair at your scalp and pulled your head back, the sting causing your eyes to tear up a little.

He wasted no time attacking your neck with the same urgency you had done to him. You whimpered as his lips reached just under your ear as he sucked and nibbled which left a mark behind. His tongue swiped over the same spot to soothe it before he travelled lower to the small part of your exposed collarbone to add another mark. Your hands found themselves in Hyunjin’s hair as you bit your lip and held back a moan.

You felt his hand gripping onto your waist, digging his fingers in which you hoped would leave a bruise behind causing you to start moving your hips on his lap needing more friction. A smile formed on his lips as he stopped kissing your collarbone and looked up to make eye contact with you as he grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it slightly. Giving him an eager nod he lifted your shirt off your body, immediately dropping his eyes back to your chest.

"No bra? Bet you came here hoping Kai would be here so he could see you like this hm? Such a tease.." Hyunjin hummed before continuing his kisses along your collarbone and down your chest. Before you could reply he had ghosted his lips across one of your nipples, laughing lightly as he heard your breathing hitch. Finally he took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud and watching your reaction.

"Hyune..." You whined out, pleading for more.

"I know angel, I know." His hand slipped past your waistband once more going back to touch you through your underwear where you need him most. Letting out a shuddered breath you dropped your head on his shoulder muffling any sound coming from your lips. "Needy today aren't you? Craving my attention that badly? Knowing how to rile me up perfectly."

Pushing your underwear to the side his fingers finally touched your clit, rubbing small circles around it as you moaned and let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. You gripped his forearm as his fingers continued circling your clit drawing the most lewd noises from your mouth as you dug your nails into his arm, forming little crescent moons underneath. His fingers danced around your entrance before he finally slipped a finger inside of you, pulling it out enough to add a second.

You squealed at the new sensation as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you at a steady pace. After a couple more thrusts of his fingers he started to curl them, feeling that spongey spot inside that had you gasping for air as his name fell from your lips like a prayer.

"Hyune please... need to cum." You begged, panting as you spoke with your chest rising and falling erratically. Your grip loosened on his arm and instead drifted to his very obviously hard dick in his pants, tracing the shape with your nails.

His hand in your pants faltered slightly at the new sensation but quickly found rhythm again. The fingers in your underwear continued to pump in and out of you, his thumb playing with your clit, as the other hand came up to cradle the back of your head and bring you forward so he could catch your lips with his in a slow, gentle kiss, swallowing your moans as your orgasm built up in the pit of your stomach.

"Cum for me angel. Been such a good girl." He whispered against your lips and with that you let go, the knot in your stomach finally exploding as your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you saw stars and his fingers slowed to help you ride out your orgasm with a high pitch moan ringing through the echoing studio.

He pulled his fingers out of you, slipping them past his lips and sucking them clean. A groan fell from his lips at the taste of you on his fingers. The sight was pornographic, you couldn’t help but crash your lips against his, tasting yourself on him. You deepened the kiss by grabbing the back of his neck to angle his head so you could take over a little, thanking him for the earth shattering orgasm he just gave you.

After you had caught your breath you wasted no time standing up with slightly shaky legs and dragging your jeans and panties down off your body in one swift motion, ridding yourself of the material and kicking it off to the side. Sinking to your knees in front of Hyunjin, your hands started off going up his inner thighs teasingly before finally reaching the tent in his sweatpants.

"Wanna make you feel good Hyune, prove how good I can be for you. Only you." You blinked up at him, resting your cheek against his thigh as your hand kept tracing over his dick with your fingers. "Please. Wanna taste you."

He only hummed in response, leaning over and putting his hand on the back of your neck to pull you in for a searing kiss. You bit down on his bottom lip causing him to groan into your mouth and pull back to look at you with lust filled eyes before sitting back again, waiting for you to continue with what you had begged for.

Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his sweats you pulled them down to his ankles leaving him in just his shirt and boxers. You started kissing his thigh, working your way towards his lower stomach before finally dipping into the waistband of his boxers and freeing his dick from the confines. Your mouth watered at the sight. He wasn’t too long but definitely longer than average with the perfect girth.

Licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock you made your way to the tip and giving it a light kiss, licking your lips after and tasting the salty precum that had transferred onto your mouth.

“Angel don’t tease.” He groaned, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your breath fanning over where he needed you most. Hyunjin wasn’t usually impatient and had a good amount of self restraint and control but today was different, he felt an uncontrollable need for you that had to be fulfilled.

Your tongue darted out of your mouth giving the tip of his dick small kitten licks before finally wrapping your lips around the head sucking lightly. A groan slipped past Hyunjin’s lips as his head tipped back slightly faltering but brought it back up quickly to watch you with your mouth wrapped around his length. Deciding to give him what he wants you finally sank your mouth down on his leaking cock, using your hand to accommodate for what you couldn’t fit.

“F…fuck y/n, always s.. so perfect for me huh? Always so good with that pretty mouth of yours.” His voice shuddered as he spoke, bringing his hands through your hair and creating a makeshift ponytail. “Does my pretty girl want my cum down her throat? Is that what my jagiya wants?”

You hummed in response and the vibrations caused Hyunjin to shiver and his grip to tighten on your hair, pulling at the strands. The mix of his hands pulling on your hair and the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat caused tears to well in your eyes as they fluttered open and you looked up at him through your lashes, the eye contact enough to have you gushing with arousal.

It didn’t take long for a string of curses mixed with your name to come out of Hyunjin’s mouth as his hips began to thrust up into your mouth, chasing his high. After just a couple thrusts his hips stilled and you continued to pump his length, keeping your mouth over the tip as he painted the back of your throat white. You let him ride out the orgasm and took your mouth off of him with a pop, saving him from overstimulation.

Once he had caught his breath you brought your face close to his, sticking your tongue out to show his release held in your mouth before swallowing it down and showing him it was gone causing him to smirk and once again crash his mouth onto yours, all tongue and teeth.

He was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and roll you over him gently so you were on your back along the seat as he hovered above you. Grabbing his shirt by the back of the collar, he pulled it off in one motion, leaving he finally completely bare.

The new position allowed him to easily kiss down your body, starting with the corner of your mouth slowly making his way to the sensitive spot beneath your ear where he has sucked a mark into earlier. You whined at the contact in the increasingly sensitive area but he was quick to soothe any discomfort with his tongue, lapping over the area softly.

His trail of kisses continued down your body, between the valley of your breasts and across your belly. You felt even more bare if that was even possible under his stare as he kept eye contact with you the entire time he kissed along your pelvis and hips, finally coming close to your soaking core.

Feeling his breath fanning over your most sensitive area your hands surged down to thread through his hair, like an automatic reaction. He smirked at you before his plump lips finally came into contact with your clit, giving it soft kisses before sticking his tongue out, running it through your folds causing your back to arch off the seat you were laying on.

You were practically non-verbal at this point except the moans and whines slipping past your bruised lips, still reeling from the previous orgasm he had given you and the fact you didn’t give yourself enough time to recover before jumping on him.

Hyunjin got encouragement from your moans and hands tugging his hair and continued his assault on your clit with his mouth, rolling it between his lips and teeth, softly biting on it every so often. You felt him getting hard again as his length pressed into your inner calf from the way he was leaning over you.

With one hand holding your hips in place his other came up to grip your chest, rolling your nipple between his fingers and gripping the mounds of flesh. The added stimulation only caused you to moan loader, the sounds reverberating off the walls making it sound way louder.

You began to absentmindedly grind against his face, feeling him smile against you and chuckle slightly at your eagerness which in turn added an extra vibration to your clit which was enough to send you over the edge for the second time tonight. He let go of you clit with a loud smack of his lips and brought his face close to yours with a shit-eating grin plastered on it despite your arousal soaking his lips and chin.

“Baby are you alright?” He softly asked, stroking the side of his your face and ignoring his again painfully hard dick. Eating you out was one of his favourite things in bed so it’s no wonder he was hard again so quickly. He always cared more about how you were feeling rather than his own feelings at times like this, he needed you to be comfortable.

“Hyunnie, ‘m so so good. Need you in me… please” You had gotten to the point where all you craved was your boyfriend filling you up and you were so close yet to getting it.

“Such a greedy girl wanting my dick to fill her up even though I’ve given you two orgasms already. Don’t worry jagi I’ll fill you up real nice, it’ll be all you can remember all week.” His words hit you deep in your core as he grabbed your plush thighs, pushing them back to meet your chest and he lined himself up with your leaking cunt.

Grabbing the base of his dick he ran the tip through your folds, coating himself in your slick before finally pushing into you slowly and bottoming out in one thrust. You both moaned in unison at the stretch and tightness of your heat encapsulating him, sucking him in.

“Baby move. P…please move Hyune.” You begged, your hands going to grab his thighs as they snapped against your ass from the position he had you in. He pulled out halfway and quickly pushed in again. You could feel every vein of his length dragging along your walls as you clenched down on him feeling your slick leaking out of you at each thrust of Hyunjin’s hips.

Suddenly his pace picked up, his hips snapping into you at a wild rate.

“Pussy was just made for me right angel? Think we should show your little loverboy just how well you take my dick huh?” His thrusts faltered as he reached for his phone from next to your hip. He was quick to open the camera app and two seconds later you heard the telltale sign of a video starting. “Jagiya’s gone on dumb on my cock like the cock drunk slut she is. Who does this cunt belong to baby? Whose dick are you taking so well.” He gasped out through thrusts, holding his phone steady enough to capture him disappearing inside of you, bottoming out with each thrust.

“Y…yours! Hyunjin baby please don’t stop. Belongs t…to you ‘nd only y…you.” You shifted your hips up to meet his thrust, the new angle causing him to reach the spot inside you that had you hurtling towards your third orgasm. The pressure building was the most you’d felt all day. Hyunjin’s thrusts got sloppy as he neared his own release, the camera picking up on the slowed pace.

“Baby ‘m gonna cum quick if you keep clenching on me like that.” He groaned, trying to keep his pace while you drove him crazy.

“Cum with me Hyune… please baby.” You weren’t going to last much longer and you’d always loved the intimacy you felt whenever you and Hyunjin finished together. He knew this about you which is why not even a second later he had brought his free hand up to slot with yours, interlocking you fingers and giving them a slight squeeze, a silent sign of his that you’d caught onto meaning you could cum.

You chased your high, back arching off the seat as the pressure inside of you exploded harder than you’d ever came before, your arousal gushing out and coating your boyfriend’s abdomen and upper thighs. That was enough to have Hyunjin’s hips stilling as he bottomed out for a final time and released inside of you with a low grunt, giving you a couple more shallow thrusts to ride it out before pulling out of you completely. You whined as your legs spasmed and you felt empty again, your hole fluttering around nothing as both of your releases leaked out of you.

He was quick to get the sight of you fucked out with the mess between your shaky legs within the view of his camera before he stopped the video and crawled up to lay beside you, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you close.

Your brain hadn’t fully registered anything for the past couple minutes as you caught your breath, still reeling from your final orgasm. Eventually you could feel a hand stroking the side of your face and registered the warm breath fanning across your neck.

“Mmh… baby.” Your voice came out as barely a whisper. Hyunjin quickly sat up and grabbed the water bottle on the nearby table and took off the cap, holding it up to your mouth and tipping it in, soothing your burning throat. “Thank you.” You smiled and sat up slightly, feeling the mess on the seat beneath you.

“y/n that was single handedly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m gonna need you to do that every time we fuck for the foreseeable future.”

“HYUNE! You can’t just say that you pabo!” You laughed while lightly smacking his shoulder causing him to laugh.

“Sorry sorry! Seriously though baby I had no idea you could do that.” Your face flushed with embarrassment but Hyunjin was quick to realise as he grabbed your face with both hands and ran his thumbs across your cheeks, leaning in to give your lips a gentle kiss. “Kinda wish Kai was here to see how good you were for me… It would be a real shame if this video somehow ended up in his text messages though.” Hyunjin shrugged, grabbing his phone and pretended to send the video.

“That would be cruel, the poor guy wouldn’t be able to face us normally for a long time.” Truth be told though, you wanted him to see. Maybe it would finally put a stop to his ruthless flirting and he could move on. You didn’t think Hyunjin would actually send it though so you didn’t bother to try grab the phone from him.

“Yeah I think you’re right. Oh well.” He shrugged and the noise of a text being sent caused your head to whip around and look at him with wide eyes.

“Oh my god Hyunjin tell me you didn’t. He literally going to stop being the groups choreographer!” You said in disbelief, still finding the humour in the situation though but more so in the fact your boyfriend was hot when he’s jealous.

“Aw whoops! Oh well! Come on princess let’s get you cleaned up and then home for a proper bath, maybe some nice dinner too.” He pecked your cheek and started to grab everything you had flung across the room. Aftercare in the company building was always quick and very minimal but you knew the minute you walked into your apartment you would be treated well by your loving boyfriend.

a/n: thank you so much for reading my first one-shot! i’m gonna go crawl into a hole after posting this and if it does bad then i’ll maybe die off from embarrassment! i’m trying to get this account up and running now starting with this post and then working on my other wips so we’ll see what happens. feedback would be very much appreciated, thank youuuu!

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-‘๑’- pairing: HUSBAND!jaehyun x WIFE!y/n

-‘๑’- warnings/tags: smut!, dirty talk, pet names (baby, good girl, wife, beautiful), unprotected sex, finger-fucking, squirting, spanking, heavy making out/kissing, breast play, cursing, multiple orgams, riding

-‘๑’- w.c: 1.6k

-‘๑’- a.n: hii!! i’m sorry for being MIA for the last month, school has been rlly overwhelming with midterms & testing but i’m on break rn which means ill be back to uploading! look foward to all the content i’ll be releasing starting with this one!! i love u all & thank you for waiting. i’m truly sorry 🤍

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The hard crash of his lips on mine as the faint sound of the door slamming shut rung in my ears.

“Naked and on the bed,” he said as he pulled his lips away, his voice so deep.

Without a second thought, I went into the room and rid myself of every piece of clothing I had on. The cool air brushed against my wet aching core and hard nipples. Jaehyun walked in moments later, his hard cock leaking with precum. I wanted nothing more but to get a taste of it in my mouth, and fuck me til’ I forgot who I was.

Only he could do that.

His fingers grabbed my chin, lifting my head so I could look at him, eye-to-eye.

“Open your mouth,” he whispered, and so I did; slipping in two fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”

I sucked on his fingers, while he looked at me in a taunting way. His face saying, What a slut. I swirled my tongue and sucked on his fingers. ‘Is it weird how I find this oddly hot?’

Soon I was put in a haze, Jaehyun must’ve noticed it since he took his fingers out and managed to position me on top of him.

“You shouldn’t be thinking about anything else besides me,” he said, pinching one of my nipples roughly. I unconsciously grinded against him, his hard cock resting against my ass.

“S-sorry-“ I muttered, before he picked me up and sat in front of the mirror that stood in the corner of the room. I was positioned with my back resting against his chest, and his hands opening up my legs. I watched through the mirror all his movements and the way my cunt drooled.

“So wet for me,” he taunted, as he ghosted his hand around my cunt. Before I was able to mutter a sentence, a word, he slapped my cunt. I omitted a low yell, earning me another slap. “Oh! Fuck. J-Jae.” Slap. “Please ‘m nn-no.”

His hot breath warmed my ear, and he whispered, “No, you deserve a punishment after the show you put on at dinner.” His lips lingered for a while longer, then kissed down my neck. I felt like I was going to crumble any minute now, just by his harsh slaps and taunting words. I was so close, so fucking close, but then his slaps came to a hault.

“J-Jaehyun?” I questioned, turning my head back. His lust-filled eyes staring back at me.

He smirked, “Oh my pretty wife, you don’t get to cum yet.”

“Wha-What? I-“ He interrupted me halfway when his fingers intruded inside my cunt. No warning, Nothing. His two fingers going at an unmerciful pace, my stomach fluttered. The knot threatened to unleash any moment now.

“Pl-Pleas’ let me c-cum. I’m cl-close Jaehyun…”

His pace slowed, then halted again. He was torturing me. I couldn’t handle it. “No, no, no. Please Jae let me cum,” I begged him. I needed to release.

His hand grabbed my jaw, turning me to face him. “Apologize then,” his hazy voice said. “Apologize?” I questioned. “Yes, apologize for the show you put on earlier.”

The last hours came rushing back into my hazy mind. The incident at the restaurant. The incident in question was when I put on a dress—so short in his words—that it kept lifting up, nearly exposing my ass.

In truth, I wore it to piss him off, and because I might’ve felt a little needy for him today. However, I underestimated how many people would have their eyes on me, and the amount of fumes erupting from Jaehyun's head.

“S-Sorry… I’ll never do that again Jae.” His face didn’t change, “And?”

“And I’m only yours. I belong to you Jaehyun.”

He smirked, his lips finding mine. The kiss distracting me from his fingers that once again intruded inside my cunt, continuing their pace. His thumb playing with my clit, stroking, and circling it until it had me begging into our kiss. I wanted more.

“Please fuck me.” The words came out of my mouth, when I pulled away from the kiss.

Jaehyun didn’t say anything, he just lowered his head into my neck, sucking on my sweet spot as he continued relentlessly finger fucking me. I involuntarily clenched around his fingers, signaling him.

“It’s okay baby, let go all over my fingers beautiful.” Jaehyun's words were the tip of the iceberg, I came crashing down. Loud moans erupted from my lips, tears streamed from my eyes, and the faint touch of his lips against my shoulders.

“I always love it when you squirt,” he whispered. When my eyes finally fluttered open, I witnessed what he meant by that. I squirted all over his arm, the mirror, and the floor. The scene in front of us; a mess.

He brought his hand that was inside me to his mouth, licking himself clean of all my juices. He let out a satisfied groan. When he finished, he picked me back up and threw me gently on the bed. His cock aching for it’s release.

“Spread nice and wide for me baby,” he said. I grabbed my legs, spreading them for him. In different circumstances I would’ve hesitated, but the lust clouding my mind cut out any logic or emotions.

“Good girl.”

He brought himself closer, his tip prodded outside me. He was teasing me, but I was running out of patience. I shifted closer until his tip was the only thing inside my cunt.

“Impatient aren’t you my wife,” he teased as he watched me. He was enjoying this so much, I saw it in the way he look at me.

“Please hurry Jae, I need you to fuck me already.”

“Fuck you drive me insane Y/N.”

We both moaned when he pushed his cock further in, stretching me out so well. Jaehyun groaned, taking my arms to pin them above my head.

“So fucking tight,” he chuckled. “Even after all that squirting.”

Jaehyun thrusted hard and rough. The squelching sounds echoed in the room along with my moans. I would’ve been scratching his back if it wasn’t for the hold he had on my wrists that he pinned above my head.

“Ri-Right there,” I moaned out when he hit the spot he knows will have me crashing and crumbling. “Deeper… Harder.”

“As you wish,” he said. Jaehyun angled me slightly, his thrusts reaching me more deeper. The hold on my wrists disappeared, his hands now coming down my body until one reached my clit. He circled and pinched the already swollen clit as he thrusted even more relentlessly into me.

“Cum,” he groaned. One thrust, then two, until I finally came. I came hard on his cock, clenching around it while he fucked me through my climax.

His thrust then slowed down, going sloppy. He was close too. A couple thrusts more and he came too. His white seeds painting my insides white, filling me up so well.

“Good job baby,” he whispered, kissing my lips gently, a total contrast to his demeanor earlier. He laid beside me, and we waited until we caught out breaths. However, I was far from satisfied, I wanted him back inside me.

I turned to his side, he was already looking at me. He smiled, his dimples appearing. I got up, staring at his cock, which was still semi-hard.

“Not satisfied,” he said. I turned to him, seeing the smirk plastered across his face. I nodded. “Then ride me baby, you know what to do.”

Before I entered him, I stroked him to get his cock harder. I positioned myself on top of his cock, lowering myself until the tip poked me. I slid him in slowly, until he was all the way in.

“Fuck. Feel so good,” he groaned, bringing his hands to the sides of my hips.

I started bouncing, increasing my speed the more I go. His fingers dug into me, marks sure to appear. “Keep going baby, like that. Fuck. You’ll be the death of me.”

His praises only ignited me even more. “You like that?” I said when I leaned forward to capture his lips. He only let a satisfied groan into the kiss, but his hands traveled down to the flesh of my ass. He kneaded it, smacking it moments later. His smacks didn’t stop, but they did once I got back up.

“Keep riding me beautiful, I’m close to cummin’ now.”

And so I continued, his hands now on my tits. He fondled them, playing with both my nipples and later pinching them while I bounced on him. “Come down, I wanna suck on em’” he commanded.

My hands on the headboard, while my tits came in front of his face. I felt as his tongue darted out, and sucked on one like a child.

Slap. “Keep moving,” he said, biting down on my nipple.

It didn’t take long until we both came. My third climax erupting from me, in a hazy and euphoric way. I only saw white.

“Fucked dumb my little wife,” Jaehyun said, looking down at me. My legs trembled, tear stains all over my face, drool escaping my lips, and his love marks scattered all over my body.

“Yes,” I muttered. His head came down next to my ear whispering, “You did well.” His voice caused an eruption of butterflies in my stomach. I always loved his praises.

“Go to sleep now baby, I’ll clean you up,” he said. “And the mess you made in the mirror,” he teased. I pouted at his words, earning a laugh from him.

“I’m sorry, I love you.” He kissed my temple saying, “Good night my wife.”

“Good night Jae, I love you.” I muttered into the night before I drifted off into a quiet and deep sleep.

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© jhdyuiee

2024.03.23

[miss-celestia13]

Mask On

Jake x MC - Smut One-Shot

The lovely @hacked-by-jake asked if I could write a smut scene inspired by this meme. I said yes, it’s been a while, and it was a lot of fun; I missed writing smut 🤭 all credit to HBJ; I wrote it, but it was her meme that inspired me enough to do so!

It's sex against a window! So they can watch themselves. And Jake can enjoy the visual of MC coming apart for him while wearing his mask.

It’s also available on Ao3.

With that out the way, I hope you enjoy it 🥰

The MC here is my Manon from Marked Me Like a Bloodstain and other stories. But you don’t have to read those to be able to read this. This is more of an “in another life, we might’ve done this instead” type of thing. It doesn’t fit their current timeline and can be read as its own story.

It is a dual POV. The names are in bold when they change.

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The elevator ascended in slow motion. Or felt that way to Manon. She was a ball of frenetic energy as she stole glimpses of Jake from her periphery and edged ever closer. He was remarkably tight-lipped despite the filth that spilled from his lips a mere 24 hours before they arrived.

They were rising to the top floor of a swanky apartment complex he’d brought her to from the airport. She’d known he had a base home hidden in the city and was aware he had money stashed in secret accounts and cash buried in multiple places in Duskwoods forest. However, upon seeing this fancy building, she realized he was wealthy as she caught sight of the formally dressed doorman who required ID on entry and observed the expensive marble floors, polished to a dazzling shine, as they walked over them.

A thousand questions swirled in her overactive mind, but she kept it all inside as the elevator came to a sharp stop. Jake turned to her, a bashful smile curling the corners of his full mouth.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here. It might be a bit of a mess.” He said, sounding uncertain.

She sidled closer, slipping her hand into his to squeeze, and smirked as she replied, “After all we’ve been through, do you really think a little dust will frighten me?”

He chuckled, lovely and deep, and she fought off a shiver as he led the way out the open doors and into a red-carpeted hallway. The beat of her heart went out of time as they approached a black door, and Jake took out his keys. She let go of his hand and stepped back, pretending she didn’t notice how his hand shook as he turned the key.

An eardrum piercing, loud, robotic screech sliced through the peaceful quiet between them, and Jake hurried inside, beckoning her with a hand as he punched in the code to shut off the alarms.

“Well, that would wake the dead, never mind frighten off an intruder.” She joked to lighten the tension, settling on Jake’s shoulders as he loosed a sigh once the alarm silenced.

As he said, “I couldn’t let myself get caught unawares,” he reached up and scratched the back of his neck, continuing, “It had to be loud enough that I’d hear it through my headphones.”

She nodded as they kicked off their shoes, surveying the expansive apartment as Jake locked the door. Her eyes skipped the other closed doors she assumed led to his bedroom and the room she’d seen in their first video call. The sparsely furnished space held little personality; the most dominant feature was a massive dark couch by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She suspected the stretched around the whole building.

“I’m guessing they treat those windows in a way that allows only you to see out and prevents anyone from looking in?” She asked when Jake seemed anxious about her thoughts on how he once lived.

He gave her a sly smirk and slid a hand around her waist to guide her into the living area before he spoke. She watched him in the window reflection.

“You guess right. I can’t have a drone appearing outside and catching sight of me.”

She wanted to cry for him, but knew he wouldn’t want her pity. Manon did what she did best—distracted him.

“And where do exhausted hackers sleep when they finally run out of caffeine?”

With a suggestive brow waggle, she turned to face him and grinned so extensively that she wouldn’t have been surprised if he could see her wisdom teeth.

Jake laughed, stepping closer and staring at her as he said, “We sleep wherever we fall. But I assume you’re looking to rummage through my bedroom. Unfortunately, you’ll be disappointed. There’s just a bed and a gun safe in there.”

“You really know how to get my blood going. Guns and a bed? What more could a girl want? Come on, show me!” She teased, grabbed his hand, and tugged until he allowed her to drag him behind her.

He laughed as she flung open the door and came to a stuttering halt.

“I warned you. I rarely used this room,” he said.

She cast her gaze around the ample space and shook her head. He hadn’t been lying. There was only a double bed and a safe cunningly disguised as a nightstand decorating the room. Or so she thought. Her feet were moving toward the black and white object hanging on a hook beside the bed. It was in her hands before she could recall giving her body the command to move.

Jake had worn the scuffed and cracked Guy Fawkes mask during his video calls. Without thinking, she turned it over and pulled the elastic attached to the back and shoved the mask over her head. It severely limited her peripheral vision, the hard plastic cut into her jaw, and it smelled slightly sweet and sour. A blend of chemicals and sweat, she thought.

She was so engrossed in her own thoughts she didn’t notice Jake had gone wholly still as though petrified.

“Don’t tell me you actually wore this on a regular basis? It’s terribly uncomfortable. I thought it was just for me, so I wouldn’t be able to describe you if Bloomgate ever got off his ass and did some work!”

There was a long pause, and Jake seemed to take a steadying breath as she cut her eyes to him. He practically trembled as she frowned at him.

“What’s wrong? Is there some strange rule that only you can wear this mask?” She enquired when he only fisted his hands and groaned softly.

He shook his head. His pupils had blown wide, black swamping the blue, and his fingers spasmed at his sides as though he wanted to reach for her. It hit her like a slap, and she grinned behind the mask, adopting a nonchalant stance as her muscles went loose and she sauntered closer to him.

“Are you going to answer me? Or has an invisible cat caught your tongue?”

It was as if she electrocuted him. He shuddered, blinked heavily, and said in a sheepish tone, “What were the questions?”

She choked down a gleeful laugh and swished her hips as she approached him. Her dress swirled around her knees as she moved and she lay a hand on his chest to feel the rapid fluttering under his skin.

“I asked if you really wore this mask while working, Jake. Keep up, love.” She taunted, tilting her head and tapping her fingers over his pounding heart.

Jake reached up and rested his hand over hers as he shook his head, grinning freely, saying, “It’s an annoying accompaniment to my lifestyle. I have faith in my ability to prevent people from getting through my intensive security measures. Still, if someone manages to view me through the webcam, they won’t see anything they can identify.”

“Clever. Handsome, intelligent, and you have a filthy mouth on you? Are you real, or am I dead and in heaven?” She said in a sing-song voice, edging into his personal space until her senses were filled with him. She reached up and shoved the mask up so it rested atop her head.

He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her and replied, “I don’t know about that, but I’m real. It’s you I’m wondering about.”

She smirked, winding her arms around his neck as she said, “And what are you wondering about me?”

Jake drew a deep breath, pulling her closer, eyes flicking to the mask on her head and back to her again.

“You’re wicked, infuriating, and so beautiful. I’m terrified I’ll mess you up.”

With a purr in her voice, she said, “If you don’t mess me up, I’ll be sorely disappointed.”

It wasn’t what he meant; she knew his fears of dragging her down with him, but she was prepared to fight for him. The air between them was electric. A thrumming current seeped under her skin and made her restless; her eyes dipped to his mouth. His gaze did the same to her, neither wanting to break the spell as the delicious tension threaded through them.

She felt like a moth at a candlelight vigil whenever she was around him—overwhelmed, unable to keep still, and desperate to share his light.

He pressed his forehead to hers. They were sharing breath, and her lips tingled as familiar impatience itched at her and demanded she push up on her toes and close the distance.

Time seemed to halt as she waited for him to make a move; her voice was little more than an airy breath as she said, “Do you want to kiss me now or later? Or both?”

His response was instantaneous. “Both.”

She chuckled, low and throaty, and said, “Good answer,” before taking the lead and digging her fingers into his hair to pull him down to her.

The first brush of his lips on hers was the sweetest. His deep groan as she plastered herself to his front and silently encouraged him to kiss her forcefully sent a wave of lovely heat rolling out from her center. He listened to her unspoken demand, much to her delight.

His hands splayed wide on her back. One slid up to cup the back of her neck, the other settled on the base of her spine and tugged her flush against his rapidly hardening cock. She almost whined as his bristled mouth bruised hers, coaxing her open, and his tongue slipped inside to slide along hers as she sighed in relief.

Glittering, scalding heat surged through her, turning her liquid between her thighs and making her hands shake as she lightly pulled his hair as though to drag him inside her. She forgot about seeing his hacker hideout as his sharp teeth nipped and his plush mouth ruled hers.

She wasn’t a religious woman, but when he kissed and touched her like this, she felt like she was holy. The silly, dramatic thought made her smile into his addictive lips as their breathing grew labored and their hands wandered.

She didn’t know where to touch first. All of him. Preferably draped all over her.

Her fingers roamed along his broad shoulders and back again, climbing up his neck to cup his bearded jaw as his tongue flicked in her mouth and his hands gripped her hips mean.

Chemistry sizzled between them like a pot of rich, thick molten chocolate begging to be indulged and she was nothing if not a greedy woman. His knee parted her thighs, and she whimpered as it pressed against where she burned for him.

The skimpy underwear she wore was already soaked as she wriggled against the hard length trapped between them and gave into the urge to grind down on his muscled thigh. Sparks shot through her like tiny lightning strikes. Their kissing turned wet, sloppy, and utterly filthy.

A thrill shimmered down her spine, setting her entire nervous system alight and making breathing difficult. What little air she could suck in. Jake stole it right from her mouth. Heat built to a blaze inside her and her empty cunt clenched in complaint as his hands moved to grasp her ass and began kneading her until she was in a frenzy of sensation and painful anticipation.

She nipped at his plump bottom lip, teeth sinking in and pulling, a whine leaving her as she felt him smirking into it. Her pulse flickered in her neck. The shake in her hands turned to a quake, and she needed him to touch her. She needed him to fuck her before she came out of her sweat and gooseflesh adorned skin.

He tasted wild and sweet and felt like home. A place she’d long given up finding until he appeared in her path. She was desperate to have him inside her.

Jake felt Manon’s distress as her body shivered and tautened under his hands. He hadn’t expected that her wearing the mask would have such a profound effect on him. His painfully hard cock twitched as he teased her tongue with his and bent at the knee, sliding his hands down the back of her parted thighs to grab hold of her and hoist her up.

Her legs wreathed around his waist and locked in place. Captivated by the little sounds she made and the way she fit perfectly into all his hollow spaces.

Her enveloping body was a warm embrace of sunshine, wrapping around him like a cocoon and melting the night’s chill from his bones. The heat emanating from her scalded him as he blindly walked over to the wall of windows and pinned her against it.

Freeing a hand, he flattened it on the window beside her head as his other hand tapped her thigh. She hesitated all of a second before catching on and unwound her legs from his waist as he reluctantly parted from her mouth to help her stand on weak knees. His heart trembled in his panting chest as she looked at him with eyes full of trust and smoky lust. Their emerald color had darkened to evergreen as she licked at her swollen lips and waited for his next move.

He eyed the mask perched precariously on her head and decided. She liked it when he bossed her around.

“Turn around, step back, and face the window.”

He moved away to give her space and smiled when she immediately did as he bid. The flimsy dress she wore had buttons from the neckline to the hem, all down her front, and his fingers itched to tug it open, but he held it back as she met his eye in the window reflection.

“Good. Now, put the mask on, Sweetheart,” he ordered in an undertone he barely recognized.

He watched her as she swallowed thickly and shifted on her bare feet. Time slowed to a crawl as he observed her hands lifting and grabbing the mask, slipping it down to cover her face as he nodded in approval.

A sparkling, fizzing sensation trickled down his spine and swirled in his lower back, sweeping through all of him and he was hard enough to hammer nails as he swept her long hair up in hand. He let the pale strands rest over her shoulder and dropped his head to the side of her throat he’d bared for his teeth.

He ran his nose down the elegant column of her neck and inhaled her warm, spicy scent and let it feed the desire racing through his bloodstream. She trembled as he brushed his lips over her rattling pulse and bit down. He banded an arm around her to keep her upright as she gave a muffled moan and her knees failed her.

The scent of her arousal, heavy with musk, was a humid warmth cloaking them both as he sucked and bit her skin, a swipe of his tongue over the small hurt so she murmured his name. His cock jumped at the sound of it. There were so many emotions packed into that four-letter name of his. He wasn’t entirely sure he deserved them yet, but he wouldn’t tell her that.

He glanced at the window as his hands moved to her full breasts and cupped them, enjoying the weight of them in his palms as he watched them in the night dark window.

Manon stopped seeing the incredible view of the city as Jake teased her sensitive flesh, nipples stiffening to hard peaks, and the wetness between her legs turned to a drenching flood.

If he didn’t have that devouring look in his eyes, she would feel foolish wearing the mask, but his feverish touch and harsh breathing conveyed his desire was at a level she had never seen from him. Excitement turned her legs to water as he grasped the neckline of her dress. She gasped in shock and giddy pleasure as he tore it wide open. The fragile buttons were no challenge for him. They popped free and clattered off the window as he hurriedly dragged it down her arms and exposed her nearly naked body to his starving eyes.

Sweat trailed down her face as she ignored the ache eating away at her fast failing patience. Her mouth went dry as she saw his reflection take off his t-shirt and jeans, hands fisting at her sides as she waited for his move. His boxers and socks soon joined the rest of clothes on the floor and his fiery body melted into hers from behind.

She ground her ass against his hard cock. Wetness dripped down her inner thighs as her mind skipped ahead and she needed him inside her before she exploded from the ardour burning through her. She luckily didn’t have to wait long before his large hands were on her again.

He latched his fingers into the elastic back of her mask and firmly pulled her head back. His other hand slid around her hip and traveled to her weeping cunt, teasing her soaked folds through her underwear. His fingertips traced the shape of her like a rhapsody, each taunting stroke composing a symphony of desire that echoed through her entire being.

Her head lolled against his chest as he shoved the lace covering her aside and met no resistance as he plunged two fingers into her tight cunt. The strangled moan that left her seemed to bounce off the walls as she felt herself clenching to keep him from leaving her body. Slick and so hot, he groaned. She couldn’t think as he played with her like he’d always known her body.

Her pounding heart and rushing blood muted all sounds as those fingers moved within her taut heat and she ground herself into his hand at his whispered urging. Her cunt clasped and unclasped as he grazed her clit and sent a trail of wheeling stars scattering across her bare skin.

The hand holding her mask slipped to wrap around her throat and the gentle squeeze he gave her was a warning of what was to come. She couldn’t wait for it. The simple action sent her heart thrumming, and she panted into the plastic covering her face. Any discomfort it might’ve caused blasted away by Jake’s obvious delight in it.

His touch unraveled her like a tightly bound scroll, releasing a cascade of longing and urgency that surged through her veins like liquid flame.

Suddenly, he removed his hands from her and stepped away, leaving her swaying as her head spun and she blinked stupidly as he whirled her to face him and ripped the mask off her. He dropped to his knees in front of her and did the same with her underwear, lifting her ankles one by one to help her step out of them. He tossed them both aside without a care as he crowded her until her overheated skin met the cold window. She hissed in shock as her head thudded back to meet his ravenous gaze.

“I want to taste my name on your tongue as I fuck you,” he said in a voice like a growl.

She squeezed her legs together to counter the ache as her empty cunt clamped around nothing and her essence glazed her inner thighs.

She formed three words, but they were enough. “Fuck me then.”

His smirk was salacious. They pounced on each other, and he quickly caught her. She extinguished his midnight chuckle with a dirty kiss and he trapped her between him and the window. He reached under her to palm his cock.

Her hips tilted as he ran the fat head of him through her saturated folds and sank inside her so fast she had no time to prepare as he stretched and filled her so completely she didn’t have room for the air in her lungs. Her nails clawed at his shoulders, mouth agape and gasping as his hand smoothed loose strands of damp hair away from her sweaty face.

The maddening pressure built and built as he remained unmoving to let her acclimate to his sudden invasion. Her hips rolled, and she used his shoulders for purchase to lift and drop back down, taking him to the hilt, both groaning as she slowly softened for him.

He muttered her name as he let her breathe and studied her face as she shook in his arms. Part of her worried the treatment on the windows only went so far and someone in the building across from them might get the show of a lifetime. But most of her didn’t care if that was true. Let them watch.

Jake had gone still, muscles jumping and quivering as she made soft little noises of frustration as that intense pressure demanded a release. Her skin stuck to the glass and there was an audible sound as he peeled her off it and he at last moved. Shallow darts of his cock inside her to open her up and rile her further.

His strength thrilled her, no strain as he hefted her up and finally, finally slammed her down on his rigid cock. Her rapturous cry of pleasure sliced through their heavy breaths and the vulgar smack of flesh meeting flesh. Fingers dug into her ass as he fucked her, planting violets and giving him more leverage to ruin her.

Every deep caress of his cock inside her dripping cunt set her ablaze, a wildfire of untamed passion consuming her as she surrendered to the exhilarating storm of sensation. When he kissed her, she clung to his hair, fingers weaving through the black strands until she could use it to hold him captive against her whining mouth.

He tasted like sin, felt like heaven and looked like hers all at once, and she could only hold on. It was as though someone had flain the first layer of her skin to expose her nerves. Even the whisper of air pressing against her skin as his hand braced on the window sent a bolt of fire down her torso.

His lips branding hers, his thumping heart that matched the beat of her own, and the heady, clean scent of his skin. She wanted to never forget a single detail. They had earned this. Through blood and sweat and fire, they had earned this and she would be damned if she didn’t take all he offered her. Tension coiled in her core as his thrusts fell out of rhythm and each one shunted her up the window.

As his tongue teased hers, she yanked on his hair, feeling owned by him and getting swept away. Drowning in the blistering sea of their shared desire. The heat in her abdomen grew out of control, but it was nothing compared to the fire she had kindled in Jake. All the awkwardness in him had vanished, and he fucked her like he’d never get the chance to do so again.

He stole moan after moan from her. The sanity eroding tension coiled and coiled until it drove her to the brink of insanity and made it impossible for her to breathe. Her stuttering hips, his thick cock, and her clenching cunt were all she knew, her throaty cries smothered against his stubbled lips as they rubbed her mouth raw.

Hovering on the brink of shattering, Manon sobbed and rocked her hips, freeing a hand from his hair. She worked it between them. The tense skin of her stomach flickered as her fingers ghosted over it and she kept going until she swirled them around her swollen clit.

“Fuck, Manon,” Jake cursed as her inner walls clamped down hard on his cock, making her smile.

A little helpless sound spilled from her as she toyed with herself and the tension in her drew so taut she arched. Jake pounded into her mercilessly, giving her no room to calm down. The sensations and lust were so intense her mind fractured with jagged white light and she struggled to withstand the tremendous pleasure ricocheting through her.

Her body convulsed as she circled her clit and pushed herself to the precipice. Jake sobbed into her mouth as he felt her clench around his cock, burying his face in her neck as his forceful thrusts slowed a little. Bursts of darkness speckled the edges of her vision as her orgasm sparked its warning.

Relief glimmered at the back of her mind as her back arched again and Jake lifted his head to see her face. His voice was a sinful melody she’d been searching for from the beginning of time.

“Come for me, Sweetheart. Take me with you.”

Any thoughts she had left disintegrated at his words. Her fingers swiped that bundle of nerves deliberately again and again. The rough glide of his heavy cock inside her threw her over the edge and she splintered into a million glistering pieces. His kiss smothered her warbling moan of his name as her cunt spasmed around his cock and sucked him in deeper, dragging him down with her as he slammed home one last time and they soon sank to the floor as his legs failed him.

Her twitching, useless body slumped and practically merged into his as he lazily drank from her mouth and ran soothing hands down her slick back. She felt every jump of his cock as he spilled into her, and her inner walls fluttered as the scalding waves of her release rippled out from her core.

How long they sat there in a complete knot of disheveled limbs, kissing and touching. She didn’t keep count. Just reveled in it and in him, as he silently told her he loved her. She shivered from the chill settling in the room at some point and he instantly broke away from her lips, concern in his cobalt eyes that she rushed to comfort.

“I’m just a little cold. Take me to bed and warm me up again.” She winked and smiled softly as the worry in his gaze cleared and he gave her a proud smirk as he eyed the bite mark he’d left on her neck.

“Your wish is my command,” he chuckled, but made no move to get up. She caught sight of the Guy Fawkes mask, and an enticing idea popped into her mind.

“After we sleep a bit and you’re able to go again, it’s your turn to wear the mask.”

A startled laugh burst from him as she nodded seriously and fixed her features into a haughty expression as he said, “Is that an order or a punishment for making you wear it?”

She gave an indolent shrug, committing his smile to memory and hoping to make good on her promise to christen every room in his apartment before they left for Duskwood. There was only one thing left to say.

“It can be both if you’re into it. Pain and pleasure, Jake,” she said in an imperious tone that made him shake his head and she patted his shoulder, jerking her head toward the bedroom door as she finished, “Come on, let’s get food and some sleep. You’ll need your strength later.”

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Thank you for reading. I hope it was worth your time. If you comment or reblog, thank you so much for that as well❤️

If I have time, I might write another part where Jake wears the mask. But I am busy with many other stories, and it won’t happen anytime soon.

I hope Sunday treats you well!

[mybiasisexo]

may i request 50 for the drabble game please? feel free to make it a pt 2 of personal trainer yeol 😂 but up to your creative flow! thank you 🩵

Distracted pt. 2 -- Cardio 🏃🏻‍♂️

Part 1 Genre: smut | personal trainer!au Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Length: 2.4k Warnings: language | explicit sexual scenes

a/n: i feel like you dont have to read pt 1 if you dont want to, but it does add some context 😇. imma be honest...this was hard asf 😭. im not v confident in writing smut lol i get so nervous 😂 im just a girl ok?!??!! but yeaaah i hope it quenches yall thirsts cause youre obv THIRSTYYYY 💦😂 and if its bad just lie and tell me i did good lmfaoo

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

Two days passed before you’re back at the gym. When you found Chanyeol, he informed you it was a cardio day and left you to it.

Your anxiety soared while you struggled to climb the stair master. He told you to do forty minutes, so he must hate you. You were going to have to get a new trainer, huh? Hell, at this rate, a whole new gym! If you’d known this was how your relationship with Chanyeol would be after taking his offer, you would’ve declined it. Better yet, he should’ve never offered in the first place!

Personally, you didn’t regret what happened. It felt like the shaken bottle of your shared desire finally exploded. Actually, you did have one regret, and that was the fact you’d had only a taste—literally for Chanyeol—of that desire.

Still, you understood if Chanyeol had any qualms about the situation. He was your trainer after all. Eating your client out on company time probably wasn’t the best move. The distance he was currently giving you was telling. He rarely made you do cardio, and when you did it was for warm up. Was this his way of telling you that was a one-off thing? Was he silently hoping you wouldn’t show up? Despite the burning in your thighs, you pressed on even harder, needing a distraction from your racing thoughts.

“Too much?” The deep voice caused your lower abdomen to burn. Checking behind you, you saw Chanyeol moseying in your direction. Your forty minutes was up and you were now dragging your stiff legs to the locker room.

“I’ve never been on that thing longer than five minutes,” you whined. “And I might’ve pushed myself too hard. My thighs feel like they’re about to pop.”

He winced and followed you into the room. You plopped onto a bench with a sigh, closing your eyes and tilting your head back as you relished in your relief.

Your body tensed back up at the sensation of hands on your calf. You whipped your head forward, eyes sprang open to the vision of Chanyeol kneeling in front of you.

“What are—oh!” Your question turned into a moan as his thick fingers started messaging your sore muscles.

“We don’t want them to get too sore, now do we?” He murmured, focused entirely on your legs.

You melted under his hands and fought the little sensual sounds his innocent touch elicited from you. He worked on your calves first, slowly venturing higher to your painfully tight thighs. You knew he had to feel the goosebumps prickling your skin in answer to his ministrations, but he remained silent as he worked, and you wondered if this was his attempt at an apology. Well, you’d take it. It felt way too good not to.

“I’ve never done a day of straight cardio,” you said, breeching the topic of your concern.

Chanyeol sighed heavily. “I thought it would be best for today….”

“So that you could leave me alone?” You questioned.

“Yes,” he admitted. “But not for the reason you’re thinking.”

“How do you know what I’m thinking?”

He finally lifted his head and your breath caught at the sight. Chanyeol looking up at you from between your legs had your last shared memory come to mind, where he was in a very similar position.

A grin lifted a corner of his mouth, as if he knew where your mind had gone, and it only proved the point he was about to make.

“If your pouting throughout your workout was any indicator, I imagine you think I regret what happened between us.”

A thrill shot through you at the word: us. You tried your best to hide your pleasure before the man in front of you could notice.

“You don’t?” You asked. “Because I understand if you do. I don’t want you to get in trouble. I can get a new trainer or even go to a diff—ow!”

He’d put too much pressure on a particularly sore spot. He threw you a deceptively innocent look. “There was a knot.”

You scoffed. He ignored you, answering your question instead. “As much as I appreciate the sentiment, there’s no need to do that. Just because I licked your pussy doesn’t mean I can’t be professional.”

Your fingers curled around the bench as a wave of arousal swept over you. You let out a breathless laugh. “That’s a very professional thing to say.”

He shrugged. “If you want a different trainer, I won’t stop you. I did cross a line.”

He switched thighs. “But I’m hoping you don’t.”

That shocked you. He was avoiding your stare, concentrating on the thigh he was rubbing. You could sense the sincerity of his words, his vulnerability. You knew you weren’t going to trade trainers. It was only the doubt on his end that spurred the suggestion in the first place.

“Why?”

He peeked up at you, his fingers dangerously close to your now throbbing apex.

“Because I like you.”

You blanched. “You do?!”

He laughed at you. “How can I not? You’re silly—”

“I beg your pardon?”

“—And pretty, and mean—”

“When have I ever been mean to you?” You asked skeptically.

“You haven’t heard the way you talk to me at the end of core day. Plus, you have a glare that could scare the devil.”

That made your back straighten with pride. “Damn right I do.”

“It’s sexy,” he assured. “Everything about you is sexy, it’s unfair. And the most unfair thing of all?”

He bent his head down and pressed his lips to your knee. The tender action trapped your breath in your lungs. He peeked up at you from under his lashes. “You taste just like honey.”

“I do?” You choked out.

He nodded, pressing another kiss above his last. “It’s all I can think about. That’s the reason I sent you off to cardio. I feared I wouldn’t be able to control myself from begging you for another taste.”

He bit the fat of your thigh, dragging his teeth over the tender flesh. The sharp sting of his teeth had you gasping, your hips rolling slightly.

“I knew I’d end up here,” he groaned to himself. He stared up at you with pleading eyes. “So, can I? Taste you again? Let me make up for torturing you today, hmm?”

He kissed up your thigh. When he reached the joint of your hip, you shoved him hard enough for him to fall backwards. He caught himself from sprawling on the floor and looked at you in bewilderment. For a brief moment, you acknowledged that your workouts with him had been paying off if you could knock him over now.

“No.”

“No?” He repeated as if he’d misheard you.

Smirking, you crossed a leg over the other. “I think I deserve a bigger reward. For all my efforts today.”

He didn’t comprehend at first, but then understanding flashed on his face. Still, he remained silent, reluctant to answer in case he was wrong.

“What do you think?” You urged. Your gaze flickered to his crotch and a low grumble rumbled from within his chest.

“If you think that’s what you deserve….”

“I do.”

“Then it’s yours.”

You bit your lip in excitement as he stood up. He hovered over you, reaffirming just how big he was. You’d have to tilt your head allllll the way back to look into his eyes. You wouldn’t know though, because you were too busy reaching for the band of his shorts, thankful that all you had to do was pull them down.

He grabbed your hands before you could yank the offensive barrier off.

“So eager,” he chuckled. You quickly swallowed the whine you were about to let out, refusing to prove another of his points. You decided a glare would send a better message.

“Scary.” He pretended to quake in fear before cupping your chin, tilting your head up as he bent down to bring your lips together for a passionate kiss. It’s wet and all tongue, as if he was settling on these lips to satiate his yearning.   

You made out for a while, until you grew impatient. You wanted to return the favor for last time. You’d tried, after he tore an intense orgasm from you, you’d reached for his shorts just as you had now, and he’d stopped you then as well. He’d promised that eating you out was enough, but it’d left you longing for him.

With him distracted by your mouth, you slithered your hands back to the band of his shorts and slowly dragged them to his mid-thigh. The action made him pull away so that he could narrow his eyes at you accusingly. It made you laugh, but the sight of his dick took away your humor. There was nothing funny about that. You grew intimidated by the size as it bounced in front of your face.

“What?” he asked, sounding rather smug. “Having second thoughts, Sweetie?”

“Absolutely not.” You wasted no more time putting Chanyeol into your mouth the best you could. Your determination made him chuckle, but the feeling of your tongue swiping across his sensitive skin left him groaning. Tears blurred your vision from your effort, but it didn’t deter you. Chanyeol soon took the reins, holding himself up with one hand against the lockers behind you, his other hand holding the back of your head to keep it steady so that he could fuck himself into your mouth.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he huffed. He decided to test your limits by shoving himself in until your nose pressed against his pelvis. Immediately, you’re gagging around him and his head fell back. “I knew you could take all of me. So good. You feel so good. Shit.”

You couldn’t help but moan from his praises, fighting the urge to play with yourself. The sound vibrated around him, causing his hips to jerk, sinking deeper into you.

He dragged himself out. “Shit. I need to be in you.”

“Fucking finally,” you coughed.

He barked a laugh. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to suck me off.”

“True.” You sighed dreamily. He shook his head and started undressing. You followed suite, eager to get to the main event.

When you’re standing in front of him completely naked, he took a few steps back to get a good look. “Fuck, you are so beautiful.”

The compliment made you light up. It was so genuine and sweet, it made you want to please him even more. “Then touch me.”

He obliged you straightaway. Large hands roamed your body, lips wandered the expanse of your neck and chest before settling on your lips.

Without breaking the kiss, Chanyeol lifted you up to lay you gently on the bench. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it would have to do. He slid you towards the edge where he stood and practically squatted to line himself up to you.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked. He rubbed his cock against your soaked pussy distractedly as he awaited your consent.

You nodded quickly. “Yes. Dear god, yes, Chanyeol! I want this. I want you.”

“You want me?” You asked, teasingly.

“So bad,” you babbled. “Please. Please fuck me. Fuck me, Chanyeol. Now. Shit.”

His smile was so large, you swore you could see all of his teeth. “If you insist.”

Then he’s pushing into you. The stretch had your jaw dropping, had you holding onto the bench for dear life as he found a steady rhythm. His dick had you feeling crazy. Every thrust pushed a moan out your throat, as your head snapped from one side to the other, and words unintelligently left your swollen lips. All you could register in your lust ridden mind was him and the intense pleasure he selflessly gave. You’d never experienced anything like it. Chanyeol reached into your fucking soul, leaving you quaking from overstimulation. You wanted him to stop, needed a moment to gather yourself, but he wasn’t allowing you a moment of rest. You were too far gone to voice it anyway.

Little did you know, you were also too much for him. Too wet. Too warm. He’d imagined fucking you plenty of times, but the real thing was indescribable. Unlike anything he could’ve conjured up. You were beyond anything he could’ve conjured. “So perfect. You’re so perfect for me, Angel.”

He gathered you into his embrace, holding your damp body tightly against his own. Lifting you slightly off the bench, he picked up his pace. Your tortured sounds were now directly in his ear, tantalizing him. His strokes grew messy, fueled by a desperation that bridged onto the animalistic.

“I’m gonna come,” you urgently warned, but it wasn’t enough time. You were violently cumming as soon as you finished speaking. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you stiffened in Chanyeol’s arms. Toes and fingers curled as your head fell back, eyes rolling. You started squeezing him so damn tight he could barely move inside you.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, barely having enough time to pull out. He came on your lower stomach in intense spurts that had his hips jerking hard.

Depleted, he fell to his knees, unable to hold himself up any longer. His head rested against your thigh as he fought to catch his breath.

“Holy hell,” he groaned. “You’re fucking amazing.”

You’d been staring unseeingly at the ceiling since he pulled out, but his words brought you back to reality. “I think you killed me.”

He chuckled and spanked your thigh playfully. “Hurry up and shower. I owe you dinner.”

You struggled into a sitting position so that you could see him. He had a content lazy grin on his face, eyes nearly closed as he leaned against you looking so cute your heart started to ache. Feeling sentimental, you started combing your fingers through his sweaty hair. “Like a date?”

He became thoughtful, lifting a finger to play with his cum dripping down your belly. His touch reignited your desire instantly, but you brushed it off.

“I would like it to be, yes.”

You’re absolutely beaming. “Okay. I’ll hurry.”

He backed away so that you could get up to head to the showers. Right before you entered, you turned to him. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

He jumped off the floor, trailing after you with a mischievous grin. “And here I thought you hated cardio.”

[pipnchips202]

while i eat up practically every valgrace fic i see, down bad jason grace for leo valdez is always one of my absolute favorites; so, here are 5 valgrace fics where jason is the pining one :)) (for the most part)

1. hopeless case by restinreeses

rating: teen and up

warnings: none

“Nico,” Jason wheezes as he slams the door to the Hades cabin open. “Nico, I think I’m in love with my best friend.”

“No, really?” Nico drawls, barely looking up from his book.

Or: in which nico is jason’s wingman this time around.

AHHHHH!!!!!! this is REALLY good; i love the characterization and the many implications of jason having helped nico get with will prior to the events of the fic. also, platonic jasico will ALWAYS get me.

2. EP: things leo does; by jason grace by jacksonpercy (robertmontauk)

rating: not rated

warnings: none

God, he loves Leo’s laugh. It’s more like a giggle than anything - all high-pitched and bubbly; his mouth stretches into the widest smile Jason’s ever seen, and his tongue sticks out of his tongue just a little bit, and holy fuck Jason’s in love with Leo.

Shit.

[leo does things sometimes, and jason notices.]

i was very much obsessed with this fic at some point (still kind of am, actually). it’s basically a 5 + 1 of jason just pining for leo and i LOVE it. small warning though, there is a mention of kinks in the second chapter, if that’s weird for you. it’s really just an offhand comment and doesn’t get brought up again, so do with that what you will. they are teenagers after all, and as a teenager myself, i can confirm i’ve thought of similar stuff several times! but, anyway, this fic is really good.

3. staring at me (with your lips and tongue) by ethannku

rating: teen and up

warnings: none

“You really believe all that?” Leo asks, and if Jason were more aware of the world, he might’ve registered the hopeful breathiness in his voice. But as it is, he’s far too focused on the hand on his chest. He nods anyway, once he realizes Leo’s asked him a question.

Leo huffs and leans closer while simultaneously pulling Jason closer.

For a moment, they just look at each other, their noses inches apart. Leo’s breath comes in soft puffs on his face. There’s a hint of a smile on Leo’s face, but the corners waver as if he’s having second thoughts. Jason registers Leo’s eyelashes flickering, and his blood sings when he realizes he’s looking at Jason’s mouth.

Or; Jason is down bad, and Leo might be too.

this one’s really good, too. lot of kissing. a few suggestive references/jokes but no suggestive actions, just kissing. also has many piper moments mixed in :)

4. Crooked Glasses by thebigqueer

rating: teen and up

warnings: graphic depictions of violence

leo & jason confess their feelings for each other in an arcane-themed alternate universe.

~~

Leo has always been flirty. When he casually smirks at Jason and tells him how handsome he looks; when he bites his lip suggestively and tells Jason that no, he doesn’t mind if he changes his shirt in front of him; when Jason asks what’s for dinner and Leo responds, “Not sure, but I know you’re the desert,” Jason doesn’t make much of it. Sure, an occasional blush and an attempt at jokingly flirting back, but Jason knows he doesn’t mean it. Besides, he isn’t special. If Jason had to count the amount of people Leo had made out with just in the past year, it might take both his hands.

But lately it’s been different. There’s a softness in Leo’s eyes when he catches sight of Jason, a more soulful smirk when he offers that they sleep in the same bed, a hopefulness when he asks Jason if he wants to come with him on his next haul.

i’m gonna be honest: although i plan to someday, i’ve never seen arcane. and this is an arcane au. however, even though i know absolutely nothing about arcane, i did understand this, i think. i’m putting it here because a) it’s well written, b) it does in fact feature pining jason grace, and c) i have very limited options when it comes to valgrace fics anyway, so i don’t have much of a choice. yes, there is action and a mild fight with sherman yang and connor stoll, but it’s not that graphic in my opinion, but that’s just me; what’s more graphic is actually the gratuitous descriptions of leo’s gorgeousness from jason’s pov (understandably so). anyway, this is a good fic; if you’re not familiar with arcane, you can probably still read it, because i enjoyed it quite a lot!

5. hold me, thrill me, kiss me by restinreeses

rating: teen and up

warnings: none

“You love me,” Leo declares, his smirk widening with every passing second. “You, the great Jason Grace, love me.”

He fumbles for his words, but they melt in his mouth as Leo's hands snaked up the small of his back – those delicate fingers tracing patterns into his skin that burnt worse than his SPQR tattoo.

“I wouldn’t call myself great,” he mutters at last. Leo leans in, raising one thick eyebrow.

“I dunno,” he says, “I’d say you’re pretty great.” His lips brush over Jason's, once, twice. “You know. For loving me.”

...

In which Jason falls and Leo catches him.

okay, so i was debating whether or not to put this one because jason is still dating piper during this fic. she doesn’t make an appearance, she’s only mentioned, but jason and leo kissing is referred to by the both of them as an affair, which might make some uncomfortable. however, this has absolutely gorgeous writing. is jason still in love with piper during this fic, though? no. a bit complicated. however, it is, once again, pining jason as promised. they kiss a lot in this one, too.

enjoy!

— piper <33

[apomaro-mellow]

King and Prince 21

Part 20

Eddie had a fitful sleep that night, tormented by beautiful moans and a body moving against his. Every time he jolted awake, he was struck by the fact that he was alone. He felt like a wreck when the sun rose and wasn’t able to face Steve, who surely knew what he had done. So he hid.

He had his breakfast brought up to his room. He stayed there until he absolutely had to leave for a meeting and even then he went through the halls quietly, just so he could be sure he’d hear Steve if he was coming. When he did hear voices, he panicked and turned to a form Steve hadn’t seen yet, a medium sized black dog. He stood at attention in front of a door like he was keeping guard only for El and Dustin to come around the corner.

They gave him the customary pats on the head before continuing on their way. He slumped as he relaxed, transforming back and rounding the next corner only to run right into Steve. They stopped just short of something and Steve opened his mouth.

He might’ve just made a sound. He might’ve been beginning to say something. Either way, Eddie didn’t stick around long enough to hear it. In a blur of darkness, he turned into a rabbit and scurried off. Too quick for Steve to even think of following. He had to go the long way around to get to his study and despite his speed, he was late. 

Nancy was sitting in front of his desk, but he went to the side where a couch was and draped himself across it with a heavy sigh. He was putting on for dramatics only a little bit.

“Am I going to be able to tell you my report or do we need to deal with your troubles first?”, Nancy asked, cutting straight to the point.

“I watched him last night”, Eddie said, arm covering his eyes. “He was getting fucked by another man.”

Nancy raised a brow. “‘Another man’. As opposed to who? You?”

He went from using his arm to covering his face with both hands. Then he stood up and paced about the room before stopping at the window behind his desk. 

“Is it wrong to want him?”

“He’s attractive”, Nancy allowed herself to say. But that wasn’t what he was asking, she knew. “Can we go back to the part about you watching him have sex with someone. How did that happen?”

Eddie turned to face her fully and sat down in his chair. “I was following him because I was curious of the company he kept. I mean, you were the one all concerned…”

“Uh-huh..”

“And I just happened to…see…”

“And you got out of there immediately, didn’t you?”

Eddie sucked in a breath through his nose and Nancy’s eyes widened. 

“Did he see you?!”

Eddie let out a groan as his head fell to his desk, hair spilling over his shoulders.

“Is that why you were late? You were talking to him about it?”, Nancy asked.

There was a muffled ‘no’ from Eddie before he stood up and paced about for around thirty seconds, then dropped onto the couch again, sitting up properly this time.

“I saw him just before coming here and I..I ran.”

“Wait, I don’t understand, you ran away? From him?”

Eddie nodded, head hanging low between his legs.

"I've never seen you run", Nancy said.

"Well, you didn't see me before all...", he gestured to his whole body and then the opulent room around them. "I used to run from my problems all the time." He still felt like that little foundling sometimes.

"And that prince made you do this?" Nancy had seen the power that resided inside of him. It was hard to believe he was afraid of facing anything.

"I can't very much just tear his throat out if he displeases me", Eddie said, lounging across the couch.

Nancy made a sound in the back of her throat that sounded like ‘you could but everyone knows you wouldn’t.’ Despite his great power, Eddie didn’t care much to throw it around or use it to hurt people unduly. She put her chin in her hand. 

“You will need to talk to him eventually”, she said. “And I would do it today.”

“Wanna put money in how long I can play Keep-Away with myself?”, he smirked.

“He’s just a man. And you are a king”, Nancy said, voice firm. “Now if you’re not going to do that right now, let me get to my report.” She tapped the stack of papers on the desk.

--------------------------

Eddie walked out of his study about an hour later, looking for a way to decompress. He decided on the library. It had been some time since he’d been able to truly curl up with a book alone. His collection was vast enough that there were still books he hadn’t read yet. But there were also well-loved and worn books. Stories that he always put in the same place. He started to float over, already feeling lighter.

He got to the bookcase and then rose up to one of the top shelves, quite a ways up high. So he was caught off guard when he found the book, pulled it off the shelf, and met Steve’s face.

They both shouted out but as Eddie just flinched back slightly, Steve fell away from the shelf completely. Eddie flew across the top, reaching out and grabbing Steve from the air. Eddie held Steve to himself as he slowed them to a stop just an inch above the floor. Then he came down the rest of the way.

He relaxed his hold enough for Steve to pull his head back. It seemed to occur to them at the same time and they jumped away in unison. Eddie was clearing his throat and making all types of compensating noises while Steve fixed his clothing. He was turned halfway from the king, trying not to meet his gaze but unable to stop from looking out of the corner of his eye.

Eventually, he broke the silence. “You wanted to watch me?”

“You wanted me to watch you?”, Eddie shot back.

Steve frowned and then pushed some hair behind his ear. Eddie got the glimpse of a red mark just under his ear. Like someone had sucked on it, hoping to leave a mark and make Steve remember them.

“You won’t even tell me about yourself.”

“I’m sorry”, Eddie said. “I don’t-it’s not exactly a happy story. Humans…they took everything from me. I don’t find it easy to talk about.”

“I don’t need to know the dark details, not unless you want me to know. But I hardly know anything.” He knew some of the things Eddie liked, but he didn’t know him. “I feel like you know so much more about me. You’ve certainly seen more of me.”

Eddie withered under his gaze. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone after you. Or overstayed my welcome.” He could make excuses about being trapped by Steve’s eyes or other lurid things. But that wasn’t fair to Steve in any way, shape, or form.

“Were you just checking up on me? I mean why were you following me? Do you not trust me?” Steve expected to hear that no, the king still didn’t trust him. A part of him wanted to hear… he didn’t even know what he wanted to hear. Just something… something warm.

“I was wondering why you never brought your lovers here”, Eddie said, falling back on the reason he gave Robin.

Steve let out a bark of laughter. “And tell them what? That I’m their enemy? That I’m the same prince they would have hanged? Do you think I could be with anyone here if they truly knew who I was?”

Eddie knew intellectually that he had to be hiding his identity. But he hadn’t taken the time to consider what that meant. What else was Steve hiding about himself? What else was Eddie keeping to himself?

“For crying out loud, I didn’t even know you could fly without being winged.” Steve had definitely braced himself for at least a sprained limb when hands, big and warm, wrapped around him. 

Eddie felt something loosen within him. He wanted to reach out and touch Steve but didn’t feel as though he could without some sort of urgent pretense. While Steve didn’t wince and balk when they touched anymore, it wasn’t exactly welcome either. While they couldn’t quite close the gap physically right now, he could do other things.

“Would you like to take a walk with me?”

Part 22

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[melmedardasworld]

Bonnie stood on the cobblestone streets of Paris, the air filled with the tantalizing scents of fresh bread and rich coffee. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of the sun wash over her. Everything felt vibrant and alive. A soft breeze caught her hair, and for a fleeting moment, she experienced pure bliss.

"There you are!" Klaus's voice echoed from the end of the street, and Bonnie turned to see him striding toward her, exuding his usual confidence. He wore a fitted blazer over a casual shirt, casual yet impeccably styled, perfectly suited to the lively atmosphere of the city.

“What took you so long?” Bonnie asked, crossing her arms with a playful huff as he approached. “I thought we were going to have breakfast with a view!”

Klaus smirked, the corner of his mouth lifting as he surveyed the beautiful streets lined with quaint cafés. “I had to make sure the pastry selection lived up to standards."

“Right, because a vampire has high standards for pastries,” Bonnie teased, rolling her eyes. "I thought you might be more focused on blood."

“If I wanted blood, I’d be dining at home and roiling with you through the sheets,” he quipped back, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Though I imagine good croissant would be hard for you to resist.”

With a slap on his arm, Bonnie shook her head, and together they strolled past vibrant flower stalls, vendors calling out in cheerful French, and artists painting the picturesque scenery. The infectious energy of the city seeped into her heart, igniting the familiar warmth she felt in Klaus's presence.

As they approached a small café with outdoor seating, Klaus gestured for them to sit. “Now, let’s order the best breakfast this city has to offer.”

They settled into their seats, the table adorned with a stunning view of the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Klaus waved over the waiter and, with an exaggerated flourish, ordered an assortment of pastries and coffee. Bonnie couldn’t help but smile at his theatrical flair.

“Do you think anyone notices how charming you are?” Bonnie asked playfully, leaning back in her chair.

Klaus leaned forward, propping his chin on his hand. “Charm is my second-best quality, only surpassed by my devastating good looks.”

Bonnie burst into laughter, and she felt a rush of a pleasant flutter running through her belly. "I wouldn’t go that far," she said, feigning seriousness while enjoying the moment.

"Ah, but you appreciate my subtlety, love," Klaus teased, flashing her that captivating dimpled grin. "This is a rare moment of peace, and I intend to savor every bit."

With their breakfast laid out before them—golden croissants and delicate éclairs—Bonnie's eyes sparkled with delight. "You’ve outdone yourself with this one."

“It’s the least I could do for you,” Klaus replied, his tone shifting, becoming more sincere. “It’s not every day I get to enjoy a peaceful morning in Paris with my favorite witch."

"Just your favorite?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she took a bite of her croissant.

"Hm, maybe more than my favorite, then," he laughed, clutching his heart in mock injury. “Besides, I thought your ability to read minds gave me bonus points.”

Bonnie grinned, a playful glint in her eye. "If only that were true. I might’ve been able to sense when you were planning your surprise.”

“And deprive myself of your awe-struck face each time. Never.” Klaus teased, leaning back, enjoying their playful banter. The easy flow of conversation allowed them to slip into a comfortable rhythm, the weight of their realities momentarily forgotten.

As they talked and laughed, Bonnie felt the enchanting city vibrate around them, glowing with possibility. She couldn’t remember when she had felt so carefree, and it brought an unexpected joy. For a fleeting moment, she dreamed of more—of adventures where magic wouldn’t always be at the forefront, of shared moments stealing time from their chaotic lives.

Yet, just as the moment crescendoed into warmth, the scenery around them began to shimmer, fading like a distant memory. Bonnie felt a strange pull, a shifting sensation that tugged her away from the picturesque café.

“No! Klaus, wait!” she exclaimed, reaching for him as the dreamscape began to unravel.

Suddenly, Bonnie jolted awake in bed, heart racing and breathless. She was enveloped in the soft warmth of her bedsheets, the lingering scent of something heavenly wafting through the air. She blinked against the sunlight filtering into the room, feeling the pull of reality tugging at her consciousness. The dream she had just experienced felt like a distant echo, yet the emotions lingered on the edges of her heart.

When Bonnie rolled over, the delicious aroma intensified, drawing her from the cocoon of sleep. It was almost enough to make her forget the warmth still wrapping around her, but then she felt it—a familiar presence lingering nearby.

"Good morning, love," came Klaus’s voice, suddenly filling the room as he leaned over her. His deep, playful tone pulled her fully awake. He was at her bedside, his striking features accentuated by the morning light.

Before Bonnie could fully process her surroundings, Klaus leaned down, showering her cheeks with soft, steamy kisses. Each peck was like a burst of sunlight, igniting warmth in her veins and causing her to giggle, still half-asleep. "Klaus!" she murmured, voice thick with drowsiness. "Why are you so eager this morning?"

“Can you blame me? I've been dying for you to wake,” he replied, leaning down to shower her cheeks with soft, steamy kisses, sending delightful shivers down her spine. Each kiss felt like a spark, igniting warmth in her veins,

“Okay, okay! I’m up!” she laughed, a soft blush creeping onto her cheeks. “What’s the rush?”

But before Bonnie could blink, Klaus swept her up into his arms, the suddenness startling her as he cradled her effortlessly against him. "You’ll see," he said, his grin widening.

Bonnie's heart raced at the unexpected gesture, the warmth of his body against hers making her lower stomach flutter. "You can’t just pick me up like this!” Bonnie protested though she found herself letting him carry her as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Watch me," he replied coyly, winking down at her.

Klaus carried her out of their spacious bedroom, his steps light yet purposeful, and Bonnie couldn’t help but chuckle at how easily he maneuvered. She felt like a character in one of her favorite stories, whisked away by a charming prince.

"You’re making this sound like some grand adventure.”

“Just a little adventure," Klaus promised, pulling back to give her a scrutinizing look that made her heart flutter.

"Fine, but it had better involve food," Bonnie relented, kissing his cheek, her hair cascading messily around her shoulders. She playfully narrowed her eyes at him. “And coffee.”

"It's as if you've read my mind," Klaus replied. "We will resume our adventure downstairs." Klaus stepped onto the balcony of the first floor and showed her the surprise on the ground floor.

Bonnie’s breath caught at the sight. Below lay a long breakfast table elegantly set with a spread that would make any gourmet chef jealous: perfectly baked croissants, sweet pastries, fresh fruits, and rich coffees steaming in exquisite cups.

"Wow," Bonnie breathed, taking it all in. “You really outdid yourself.”

Klaus’s gaze shifted to her, pride evident in his demeanor. "I always outdo myself." He perked up. "I thought you might fancy a proper traditional French breakfast after last night," he said softly, before descending the stairs with his lover.

When they reached the dining area, Klaus set her down gently, and Bonnie stepped forward, eyes widening at the spread before her, glittering under the sunlight. "This is incredible!"

“Only the best for my favorite witch,” Klaus replied, his voice low, laced with sincerity.

Before Bonnie could respond, a personal waiter approached with a fresh pot of coffee, offering them both a steaming cup. Klaus cast his attentive gaze toward her as he poured the liquid, and Bonnie couldn’t help but feel the warmth of his affection radiate through the air between them.

"Join me for breakfast?" Klaus asked, his voice inviting.

With a smile that lit up her face, Bonnie nodded. They settled into their seats, enjoying the delightful spread before them, sharing laughter and playful banter.

Bonnie’s laugh bubbled out at his subtle reference to her dream, and she felt a warmth spread through her. "It’s funny you say that because I just dreamt about being in France with you."

"Really?” Klaus tilted his head, amusement lacing his voice. “I must have read your mind from afar, then. I, too, fancied a French breakfast."

Little did the pair know today’s dream was no coincidence and marked the start of their minds being intertwined by a deeper psychic connection they'd explore to the fullest.

[blitheringbongus]

Cold Hands

(This is my first ever fic btw, also not to be an ao3 writer, but English isn’t my first language so if you see spelling errors or sentences seem shit then blame it on that because I refuse to admit to myself that that is just an honest mistake, also I wrote this all in one go at a Christmas party-)

Scar can’t stand the Nether.

He never has, especially not after the incident in season 7.

But nonetheless, he agreed to go gather resources in it with Mumbo.

The Builder was actually quite surprised when Mumbo first asked, „Whu- me?“ Scar pointed at himself, staring wide-eyed at the taller Redstoner before him.

Said Redstoner shifted his eyes, „Well- yes, you.“ Scar laughed, „You’re aware of who you’re talking to?“ Mumbo nodded, „Mumbo you know the Nether isn’t Scar-safe! I thought you’re smarter than this!“ Scar snickered, the taller shrugged, scratching the back of his neck, „That I do,“ „Then- why? I mean I’m happy to be spending time with you but- for this?“

Mumbo only shrugged again, before sighing, „Do you want to come along or not?“ Scar knew he wouldn’t get an answer, Mumbo’s been doing this a lot lately: invite him to random things and refuse to explain why.

Not that Scars complaining.

So the brunette simply grinned at the Spoon, „Of course I do,“

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shortly after their little adventure started, Scar came to remember why he rarely visits the nether, aside from the creepy hogs and overall dangerous environment, the heat of it was monstrous.

He already shed his jacket, having wrapped it around his waist, rolling his sleeves up. He debated just completely shedding the shirt but the thought of doing that around Mumbo made him nervous, he doesn’t know why, he’s completely fine with doing it around literally anybody else, so why not him? Best not ponder it, that’s what Scars best at doing. (Aside from dying)

They went deep into the nether, digging tunnels and blowing up TnT in order to find ancient debree, they’d split half, Mumbo decided early on.

They talked about their builds and memories, past seasons and shared moments. They talked about pets and the nether, nature and flowers they enjoy. At some point the conversation shifted into a comfortable silence, both too tired and dehydrated from the scorching heat of the Nether, to talk about much else.

Scar eventually broke the silence, „I think we’re done for today,“ he wiped the sweat off his brow, only for more to form. „Yeah,“ Mumbo heaved, dusting his hands off on his suit pants before walking towards Scar, „Let’s go,“ „how much debree do you have?“ „Six pieces so far,“ „Sick,“ Scar put on that all too well known smug face of his, Mumbo sighed, huffing out a laugh, „Alright, alright, how much have you got then?“ „Seven,“ He said it almost in a whisper, grinning from ear to ear, mischief pinching at the corners of his eyes.

Mumbo delighted in Scars silly fey giggle, it was quieter than usual, but the circumstances explain themselves.

He huffed out a played out annoyed sound, lightly bumping Scars shoulder with his closed fist.

Scar kept giggling, just letting himself be led away by the former CEO of Boatem.

Lava lakes came and went. They passed raided fortresses, more lava lakes, more caves, more rocks, a soot biome, and even a warped forest! Scar insisted on getting some wood before they left, it’s always great for projects. Mumbo agreed, needing more himself.

After some time of venturing through the Nether, Mumbo came to a stop, looking around, suddenly confused,

Scar looked up at him, they were at the edge of another soot biome, „What’s up?“

Mumbo nervously laughed, „Aha, uhm- it appears that we’ve ah-„ he looked around, turning his body in the process, „-we might’ve lost our way, Scar-„

Scar just looked at Mumbo, and the soot splotches smeared on the mans forehead and right cheek, „Well that’s not good-„. Mumbo made a pained agreeing noise, „It sure isn’t!“

The brunette went up to the raven haired man, patting his shoulder, „it’s fineeeee-„ he drew out, worry bubbling in his own chest, he couldn’t spend another few hours in this heat, he’d surely have a heat stroke!

„We can ask for coordinates?“ Scar suggested, „Of the portal, I mean,“. The Redstoners eyes practically lit up, he grabbed Scars face excitedly, „Oh Scar you’re a genius! Why didn’t I think of that?“ he looked to the side thoughtfully, before taking his hands off of Scar and pulling out his communicator, typing away.

The moment Mumbos cold dead hands made contact with Scars scorching face, Scar was in heaven. He knew Mumbo was known to have cold hands, but that they stay cold? Under these conditions?

As soon as Mumbo put the communicator back in his pocket, Scar snatched the mans hands back, placing one long, elegant hand on his own forehead, and the other on the side of his own face, „Mumbo why didn’t you tell me about these miracle hands!“ He said, his words being slightly muffled by the man pushing Mumbos hand further against his cheek, squishing his lips vertically.

Mumbo stilled, wide-eyed and flabberghasted for a good amount of moments, before spluttering, „wh- huh- what?“ He didn’t make an attempt to move his hands.

„Your hands Mumby, how are they still so cold?“ Scar practically rubbed his face against the hands, they felt amazing in this heat,

Mumbo could only stare, „I- because-„ he opened and closed his mouth, knowing what to say but not sure if he should let Scar know.

Said Scar looked up at him, making a questioning face.

Mumbo pulled out his communicator, „Iskall answered,“ he began, telling Scar the coordinates, gently plucking his own hands off of Scars face, moving in the direction they need to go.

Scar whined and complained about being 'too hot' for approximately two minutes before Mumbo let him do whatever he wanted with his right hand.

They only had a few casualties, but made it home alive.

[ayatotiddies]

'The Ties That Bind Us'

Part 4

Summary - Ever since we were little, Rafe and I have been close. Sometime along the way, something happened though. We changed, got closer in a sort- I always wonder what might’ve changed. What ticks along the way made us what we are today? I guess I’ll never know. All I know is the feeling of his pretty hands, tracing the sides of my face. My best friend leaning in, his soft lips meeting my own. It shouldn’t have happened, but it did and to be honest- I wasn’t complaining...

Warnings - Angst with fluff near the end <3. Jk lots of fluff 😛

Word Count - 1.7k

Fuck. You had to be genuinely kidding. I immediately opened up our messages and started blowing up his phone with text messages. We weren’t in the best place right now, but I still had every right to care. There’s no telling what could happen if he was driving while high and upset. I had a burning ache in my chest that was practically crawling its way up my throat. I felt like I was going to be sick. Until a bubble with dots popped up.

The messages felt like a punch to the gut. Either way I quickly typed back a response asking where he was and why he turned his location off. “None od your fucking bsusiness” My teeth chewed on my bottom lip as I paced. Thinking about all the places he could possibly be. Every possible scenario ran through my head about where he could be- or worse- what could happen to him.

Within minutes, I was in my car, driving down the roads. Looking for anything that screamed Rafe Cameron is or was here. So far my efforts had been useless. Until I spotted a truck parked in a mostly empty parking lot. I immediately knew it was Rafe. I parked across the lot before getting out of my car and walking around the docks. I spotted him, sitting down on the dock. His gray north face jacket was thrown over his shoulders, making him look extra bulky. There was a slight breeze and the rustling and sloshing of waves. It was calm and quiet. He heard me, I know he did. He didn’t move though, he stayed still.

I made my way over and stood behind him. Before finally deciding to sit beside him. Not a word was spoken. I think that was what we both needed most. Just silence between the two of us. His eyes looked so tired but the way his fingers kept fidgeting and picking at the others said otherwise. He would pause and twist his ring around on his finger, only to start again moments later. I caught myself staring a little too hard. So I fixed my gaze towards the sky. Taking in the sight of the stars and constellations with a sigh. Rafe raised his head slightly and looked at me. 

“Rafe.” his lips thinned into a small line before answering. “Yes Star?” My breathing hitched slightly at the nickname before I exhaled. My mouth opened- and then closed. I had to think about what I was about to ask. “Did.. Did you mean- ya’know? What you said that night?” the words left my mouth. I regretted them instantly “Because you’ve been avoiding me like the plague and- I just wanted to know why. I guess.” It just came out like word vomit. I couldn’t control my mouth. Nor could I control my eyes glossing over with tears. Or the ones puddling at the corners of my eyes and spilling over. His body stiffened. His voice was smooth like honey when he finally spoke. “I just didn’t want to ruin things. Which, I know I did.” his shoulders slumped. Rafe’s eyes welled over with tears, none spilled though. 

I drove Rafe back to my house. The drive there was quiet. When we arrived home I helped him stumble into my bed and got him some water. I slid his jacket off his arms to stop him from sweating. No matter how upset we were. He always had a place to stay. Within minutes, he was passed out in my bed. His breathing was soft, like weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He just looked so much calmer when he wasn’t angry at the world or me. Or high. Sometimes I wished every night could just end without the fighting, but where is the reality in that? 

While Rafe cuddled into the pillows, I plugged a spare charger into his phone. Laid his jacket out on the end of the bed for when he awoke and wanted to leave. Even threw a blanket over him. My heart ached at the sight of him. All the feelings I had for him hit me at once. The anger, the sadness, the fear, the love, dare I say lust? Every part of me wished he would prove he meant what he said. Every part of me hoped he would kiss me again and promise he meant it. It’s like I was waiting for a confession that would likely never happen. My fingertips ached in pain, there was a lump in my throat, and what felt like a hole in my heart. I sighed. 

I laid in bed, opposite of Rafe. My own breathing slowed as I thought about how messy the day had been. Thought about what Rafe said on the dock. Thought about the text messages. Thought about the look he gave me when Topper called me over to them on the couch. My eyes fluttered shut as I fell asleep.

The sun shining through my window the next morning wasn’t what woke me up. What woke me up was breathing down my neck and a hard warmth pressed against my back. When my eyes opened and saw Rafe’s arms wrapped around my stomach I nearly died. His soft breaths repeatedly hit my neck. It was nice. The soft light shining through the window. The warmth of Rafe wrapped around me. It was so, so nice. So nice it made me fall back asleep in the muscly arms that were wrapped around me.

I woke up an hour or two later to that feeling gone. I looked back behind me and the blonde was gone. It felt like the air had left my lungs. My body acted before I got the chance to think. Within seconds, I was out of bed and wandering off to the living room. No one. I peeked into the kitchen. No one. Everything in me was screaming, something was wrong. I walked back to my room and yanked my phone off the bedside table. A text from him made me sigh in relief.

But- it also makes me equally curious. My thoughts are roaming all over the place. The few paces to the front door are slow and excruciating. When the door opens, my jaw drops to the floor.

The bouquet was stunning. Rafe had gotten me many before- most were given for birthdays or just because. Sometimes they were given after arguments or disagreements. Just like this bouquet was. I think the best part was the little note attached to the paper. 

‘I bought flowers thinking about you. I mean, I love you.’

That made me smile more than anything. It was different and thoughtful. Not to mention gorgeous. I grabbed the arrangement of flowers and brought them inside. Laid them on the kitchen counter and then texted Rafe back. 

“Thank you for the flowers, they are gorgeous. Where did you run off to????”

While I waited on a response I grabbed a vase and slid the flowers into it. ‘Ding.’  I glanced at my phone on the counter and opened the message. 

“My dad needed me for something work related. Text me if you need me, though. My messages are always open for you.” 

My lips quipped into a smile at the message. Then another one loaded in- to my surprise it wasn’t a message.

What the fuck??? For a minute I questioned if he was actually insane- but no. He was just Rafe. Which made sense. He was always doing something he shouldn’t be.

My phone rang, the contact on the screen made me answer immediately. “Hey, I’m outside.” - “What?” I looked through the blinds and saw Rafe’s truck out front. “C’mon, I don’t have all damn night.” he murmured into the phone. Without haste, I hung up and grabbed a change of clothes. Quickly slipped my shoes on and hurried outside. 

I opened the truck door and climbed into the passenger's seat before shutting it. Rafe had a cocky grin on his face. “What?” I questioned the blonde next to me. “Nothin’, you just look rushed.” The glare I gave him made him laugh. “I wonder why.” My response only made him laugh more, his head thrown back into the headrest. “Shit- okay, okay. Where do you wanna go eat?-” His question made my mouth droop into a frown. “Rafe- you’re joking- You should’ve told me that!-” - “Okay fuck never mind! We’ll pick something up” His hands rose in the air like he was surrendering. 

We drove around for a good 30 minutes before finally deciding on food. Rafe insisted I didn’t eat yet. We stopped on a hillside. He reached behind him and grabbed a blanket from the back seat. “Stay-” his tone was serious as he got out of the truck. A few moments later my door opened. Rafe took the food from me and led me to the bed of his truck. The tailgate was down. The back of his truck was decorated with little fairy lights, the bed was littered with blankets, along with some pillows. 

“I figured I owed you something nice.” He declared awkwardly. His hand came up to scratch the back of his head. The smile on my face was irreplaceable. I pulled the blonde into a hug. I pulled back and looked into his blue eyes. “Thank you.” - His bottom lip trembled. He brushed a piece of my hair out of my face and settled closer.

Ever since we were little, Rafe and I have been close. Sometime along the way, something happened though. “I really, really, want to kiss you.” He murmured. We changed, got closer in a sort- I always wonder what might’ve changed. What ticks along the way made us what we are today? I guess I’ll never know.  “I’m not stopping you.” All I know is the feeling of his pretty hands, tracing the sides of my face. My best friend leaning in, his soft lips meeting my own. Maybe it shouldn’t have happened, but I wasn’t complaining...

@annoyingassleo @rafesno1bae @rafecameronsbunny @rafesthroatbaby @wearemadeofstardust0

Part! - 5 - !!

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one! So I hope you love reading it!

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[katsu28]

🍭 lollipop - 25. “Don’t do that. Don’t push me away. I can’t help it” From list 4 with steve??? pls and ty honey <3333

thank you for this request sweet anon! i hope you like it <3 even if it is just a pile of angst oops

steve harrington x reader, 1.2k, general tw for depression (it's not explicitly stated but it's kinda implied)

Steve knew something in you had changed when you slowly stopped hanging out with everyone. Even when you did join them, he noticed that you weren’t entirely there. You always seemed a million miles away, smiles a little too forced, eyes a little too hollow. Where there used to be warmth that made everything seem a little brighter, there was nothing but hardness in your gaze, like the light in you had been snuffed out. 

It was like you were becoming a shell of the person you once were, right before his very eyes. 

And he understood why, because he’d gone down the same path the first time he witnessed the horrors of the Upside Down. How could someone face everything that you all had and not come out the other end a different person? 

Steve wanted to be there for you—show you that you weren’t alone, that you had someone who could help. That you had him. He just had to figure out how. 

That was how he found himself hovering on your doorstep tonight, shifting from foot to foot as he waited for you to answer his constant knocking. It seemed like an eternity before the door swung open to reveal you standing on the other side of it, wrapped in a blanket and peering out at him in confusion. 

“Steve?” Your brow furrowed, hands gripping the edges of the blanket to draw it tighter around yourself. 

“Hi. Can I come in?” 

“I don’t think—” 

“Please?” You opened the door a little wider for him, moving to the side wordlessly as he hurried across the threshold and headed straight for the living room. You followed him, taking a seat on the couch and watching him pace back and forth in front of you for a good while until he finally stopped. 

Steve turned to you, letting out a deep breath. “I had an entire speech planned out in my head on what I was gonna say to you, but now that I’m here I’ve forgotten everything, so forgive me if I’m, like, rambling a lot, and I’m sorry if I sound pushy or anything, I just—I need you to know this.” 

You hesitated a beat before answering, wary of what he was about to say to you. “Okay.” 

“I know what you’re going through right now, Y/N. Well, not exactly what you’re going through, but I get it. Hell, I’ve even gone through it myself. This saving the world shit is fucking awful, I get it. It’s like, the world is fine, but you’re…not. Not you, specifically, I mean, but us. We’re not fine.” He blurted, hands moving a million miles a minute in gestures that might’ve been a tad too crazed, but he couldn’t stop himself. “You feel like you’re suffocating in your own thoughts all the time, and you keep replaying everything in your head, wondering if things would’ve ended the same way if you’d just tried something else, or gotten to Eddie a little faster. You feel like you’re never gonna be okay ever again, but I’m here to tell you that you will be. You’re gonna be okay, because I’m here for you. And I know that sounds like a load of crap, I thought so too after everything, but I promise, I’m here for you, anything you need.” 

He halted in his pacing once more to look at you, pleading honey eyes boring into yours. You glanced away immediately, focusing on the lamp in the corner of the room, because the longer you looked at him, the more the defenses you put up would start to crack. “You can yell at me, throw things at me, tell me you hate the world and everything in it, tell me you hate me—I don’t care. I just want you to let me help you.” 

You pressed your lips together, fists clenching under your blanket. “I don’t need your help, Steve. And I appreciate the effort, but I’m fine.” 

“You’re my best friend and I love you, you know that. So you know that I mean it in the nicest way when I say, no you’re not. You’re not fine, Y/N, and I know that because I know you. I know you’re not sleeping, I know you’re barely eating, and I know that you’re scared and angry and confused and about a hundred other different emotions that you can’t pinpoint., because…y’know, who wouldn’t feel the same after everything that's happened?” Steve couldn’t help the bitter chuckle that fell from his lips at his own words, because it was true. 

Even he still felt the same way most of the time, terrified that something else would happen and it would be right back to square one, all of you fighting a war against something the bounds of which you couldn’t even begin to understand, but fighting anyway because if you didn’t, no one would.

“And I wish I could take away everything bad in the world from you, but I can’t. All I can do is help you through it, if you let me.” He said defeatedly, kneeling in front of you.

His hands rested on your knees, the warmth of his palms spreading through your whole body. “I can’t lose you, okay? Not after everything else we’ve lost. I need you, Y/N. You’re my best friend, and I need you. So I’m sorry if I sound like an asshole right now, but whatever tough ‘I can handle it on my own’ thing you’ve got going on here, don’t do that. Don’t push me away.” 

“I can’t help it.” You whispered, lip trembling. When you finally met Steve’s gaze, your eyes were bright with unshed tears, and he was next to you instantly, wrapping his arms around you tighter than you ever thought possible. His hug was the final nail in the coffin, the last crack in your wall that sent it crumbling to the ground. You buried your face into his chest as sobs shook your body, clutching at him like he was your lifeline as you let every feeling all out into the fabric of his sweatshirt, barely hearing the reassurances he whispered into your hair. 

You’d never cried like this in front of anyone before, not even him, and after you’d finally stopped hiccupping, you felt strangely lighter. Still the same as before, but a little bit like the weight on your shoulders had been lessened just by knowing Steve was here. He wiped your tear tracks away with his sleeve gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t mean to shut you out.” You sniffled, inhaling a shuddering breath. Steve made a noncommittal noise, taking one edge of your blanket and squeezing himself under it, squishing even closer to you.

“Hey, no. You don’t be sorry. Just promise me you’ll let me help you through this.” 

You held out your pinky towards him. “I promise.” 

“Good.” He linked his own pinky around yours, giving it a firm shake. “Now let’s try and get some sleep, okay? What can I do for ya? I can sing a little something, if you want. Some Tears for Fears, perhaps?” 

You let out a watery chuckle. “Not Tears for Fears, please.” 

“Whoa, what’s wrong with Tears for Fears?” 

“Nothing. Just…stay here with me?” 

“Okay.” He said softly, rubbing his thumb over your shoulder. “I can do that.” He wouldn’t even dream of leaving. Not now, not ever. 

[abigails-gf]

abby anderson x fem reader.

warnings: self-h*rm scars, hints of smut at the end.

reader feels self-conscious about her scars, abby reassures her.

a/n: i've had a hard time finding the right words to write this (so it might not be the best), but i still hope it comforts someone out there. the way you cope does not define who you are as a person. each one of you is a lovely individual, i'm sure. my dms are open if you need to talk. be safe.

it was early in the afternoon and you were still in bed. abby had gone to work early this morning, kissing you on the forehead before leaving. once the door closed you got up just to put on a hoodie, not wanting to see your arms for the rest of the day.

when abby came back home, you stayed silent until she found her way to the bedroom. “baby..” she said softly, walking closer to you. “you haven’t moved since i left?” you shook your head.

she sat at the edge of the bed, next to you, her hand finding its way to your back. “what’s wrong? havin’ a hard day?” you nodded. “why are you wearing a sweater when it’s warm in here? everything okay?” she looked at you, worried that you might’ve be hiding something from her. you looked at her and smiled a little. “don’t worry, abs. didn’t do anything bad. i promise.” she smiled back at you, kissing your forehead.

“what’s wrong then? talk to me.” you sighed and sat up. you started playing nervously with your fingers, looking down at them. “it’s just – i didn’t want to see my arms or my body today. that’s it.”

“why’s that, baby?” you shook your head, taking a deep breath. “my body is a constant reminder of what happened – of the bad things that happened. anytime i look down – i remember why i did each lines. and i hate myself for it.” you looked up at abby, tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

she took your hands in hers. “my sweet girl...” she whispered. “those are a reminder that you fought to survive.” she looked at you, squeezing your hands. “that’s how you dealt with the shit life threw at you at the time. that’s how you made it this far.” you looked down at your hands.

“but – they will always be there. i have to live with them now. each time i go out, people stare at them and – even for you, i don’t know. maybe you think i’m crazy because i did that or that i’m ugly. i mean, you could have someone who’s not a pain in the ass.” you started to cry.

“oh, baby..” she hugged you. “who cares what people think? you’re here, alive. that’s what matters now.”

abby pulled away, kissing your cheeks. “and you’re not crazy or ugly – you’re my girl. you’re not a pain in the ass either. y/n, you make me happy. and i’m so thankful to have you in my life. sure, sometimes life will throw some shit at us, but we’re together to deal with them. you’re not alone, angel. we’re together in this.”

“i know. i’m sorry.” you said quietly. “don’t apologize. you did nothing wrong. your mind’s being mean to you today, that’s all. and if you want to hide your scars, you could get tattoos to cover them if you’d like. but you don’t have to be ashamed. that’s how you made it here today. at the time, that’s how your brain kept you alive. you tried your best. and you’re here. they’re battle scars.”

“i love you, abby.” you kissed her. “i love you too, sweet thing.” she smiled against your lips. she kissed you back, gently. her hands cupped your wet cheeks as your hands found their way to the back of her neck.

“is it okay if we take off your – wait, that’s my hoodie, you thief!” you both laughed before she took the hoodie off your body. she took it of slowly, her hands making contact with your skin.

you were now topless. “is it okay if i kiss your neck?” she asked. you nodded. she left soft kisses on your neck, slowly making her way to your shoulder and then your arm. she took your arm in her hand and you looked at her lips leaving gentle kisses on the white lines on your arm. “my pretty girl. prettiest girl in the world. strongest girl i’ve known.” you blushed at her words.

she looked back at you, kissing your forehead. “d’you want kisses anywhere else, sweet girl?”

abby made sure you felt good this afternoon. she kissed your body, taking her sweet time kissing your inner thighs. she praised you a bunch, reminding you how much you mattered to her and how much she loved you. “’m so lucky to have you in my life, angel. i love you s’much.” she said, kissing your stomach.

little did she know – you were the lucky one here. she loved you so much and showed it to you everyday through little actions. she didn’t care about your scars, or how your body looked. she loved you for you. she loved you more than anything.

[withonly-sweetheart]

threads of carmine red - leon ending...

a/n: so this is the horny side of me coming out three minutes after hating myself so YEAH! haha enjoy nsfw/suggestive warning

@clitorphosis <- eva this one goes out to you. thank you fam for being there, also idk why im taggin you it just reminded me of you <3

wc: 687

Leon. His hand is strong, firm and solid, as he lugs you up, tossing a smug smirk to his partner before returning his gaze to you with what seems like a grimace. His lips only purse at your barrage of questions, unwilling to answer.

He leads you through a maze of hallways, tunnels built to twist your mind and drive you mad, you’re sure. You can’t remember when you started walking, and he won’t tell you when you’ll stop.

His grim expression only twists even darker as he opens a door. Nice, you think drily, at least I’ll get some fresh air before I die.

“I didn’t bring you out here to kill you,” he mumbles, shrugging his cloak off. The cold air immediately pricks daggers at your skin, spawning gooseflesh at its icy, ghost-like touch. You accept it gratefully, tugging it around your shoulders and pulling it taut at your waist.

Leon watches you before gesturing for you to follow him, through the snow-ridden land, brown grass poking out in certain areas, waving in hello, hopefully not goodbye. He trudges further on, boots leaving imprints for you to easily step in after him.

You’re about to question his actions for what feels like the three hundred thousandth time when he spins around, flits his eyes side to side just to confirm what you both already know, and pushes you against a tree.

The sudden impact takes your breath away, not in the way that his next movements do. He steps closer, raising a knee to rest in between your thighs, and his eyes are angry but his touch gentle as he presses his lips to yours.

Quick, rushed, a lifetime’s worth of yearning locked between you, all that time waiting conveyed perfectly through his insistence, the way he keeps pulling you back, and at first you blink in confusion, wanting to push this strange man away.

But he’s so goddamn attractive that you seem to lose yourself in his eyes, which are rapt and brightly glowing, two magnets from the corners of the Earth with the strangest waves of force, attraction clashing between your lips over and over again.

Leon’s knee doesn’t stop moving either, and only when he pulls away for just a split second does the first moan spill past your lips, following strings of profanities as his lips rest on your neck, pecking the area softly, simply lapping.

You wonder why he won’t bite, dumbly. 

As if hearing your thoughts, which might’ve been what happened, his fangs pierce the sensitive skin of your shoulder. The pain layers itself with pleasure, insurmountable against the soft fingers of his that tug the shirt off your shoulder, exposing more of you to the bare winter air.

“Been thinking about you ever since I set my eyes on you,” he huffs against your skin, only stopping to lick long, broad stripes up your skin, sending ripples of shudders through your body. His tongue swirls until the blood stops flowing, and he pulls away.

Leon reaches out and curls a hand on your chin, cradling your cheek fondly. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Wait-”

“You need to leave,” he says, more urgently. “They’ll come looking for you. There is no game. I…” Leon looks away, bashful, flushing a light tint of pink, and you get the feeling it's not from the seasonal change in temperature. 

“You…?” you prompt.

“I might’ve taken a liking to you. No matter. You must leave,” he echoes, clasping your hands in his, entwining your fingers with his. “It’s for your own safety.”

“Will I see you again?” you ask hopefully, and yet his response comes in a weary sigh and a grim expression, accompanied with a subtle shake of his head.

“I should hope not.” Leon offers a small smile.

And in what you can see before he turns around and stalks back the way you both came, you catch his teeth, scanning for his canines, wanting to see their points. But that is not what you see. You see liquid ruby aligned in curved lines along his teeth.

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[amnevitahwritesstuff]

The fae come to our world to kidnap humanity and Feyre finds herself snatched up like all the others.

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Pairing: Feyre/Rhysand

Rating: Explicit

Triggers: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Sexual Coercion, Memory Manipulation, Murder, Attempted Suicide, Reproductive Coercion

Chapters: 1, 2

AO3 Link

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Part Three

She thought about it constantly.

That drop.

Every day she circled back to it and stared out over the edge.

Wondering.

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Her dreams were filled with pleasure.

Or, at least, she thought they were dreams until she opened her eyes to see a familiar head of night-dark hair between her legs. Before she even had time to tense up she felt her body suddenly relax into her pillows again. Against her own volition.

None of that now. Rhysand’s voice scolded in her head. I was enjoying myself.

His tongue swiped languidly over her clitoris and Feyre couldn’t help the moan that escaped in response.

There we go. He purred. There’s my sweet girl.

She felt his thumbs smooth along her labia which had been spread apart like the flesh of some exotic fruit.

Or pinned like the wings of a butterfly.

At any other time she might’ve been able to ruminate over that particularly fitting metaphor but all she could do was pant as he sucked on her clit with the kind of single-minded ferocity that made her eyes cross.

That’s it my love, Rhysand encouraged as he slipped two fingers up into her fluttering cunt and curled them just so. I should wake you up this way every morning. Would you like that darling?

“Agh!” She agreed.

Now come for me.

She wasn’t sure if her body was just already there or if he’d done something to her brain to force it, but regardless the result was the same. Feyre’s legs snapped closed around his ears. Her back bent. A shocked sob slipped past her lips.

All the while she heard praise whispered into her mind.

Good girl.

Sweet girl.

You’re so soft for me here.

I love the way you taste.

Pleasure and ecstasy warred with her guilt and shame. She shouldn’t enjoy this. She didn’t want to enjoy this. But she did.

Did that make her a bad person?

Here she was fed (overindulged) and protected (caged) and getting eaten out by a beautiful (yet terrifying) man while her sisters were god knew where. Did Nesta ever find more food after Feyre had been taken? Was Elain safe, even after that strange man had stolen her away?

Feyre watched him lick the taste of her off his teeth as his pleased grin slipped into an annoyed frown. Too late, she realized he didn’t like it when she thought of her family. Of anyone other than him.

As Nesta might’ve once said, she was killing the vibe.

He loomed over her like a storm cloud blocking out the sun.

“No more of that I think,” he said.

And then she felt those claws grip her mind and then-

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The first time Feyre finally had a real visitor (that she wasn’t expected to immediately slit the throat of), she didn’t even notice him.

He was just so…quiet.

Rhysand had been gone for so long that day that the sun had actually fully set. But, just before she had a chance to really take advantage of that fact, a voice called out to her from a shadowy corner.

“High Lady.”

Feyre nearly bit through her tongue with surprise. She spun around…only to be greeted by the sight of a demon.

She screamed.

Quick as lightning, she snatched up a nearby candlestick and swung it threateningly. But the demon only lifted his hands placatingly, as if she were a wild animal. Behind him great brown-black wings, like those of a bat, snapped in tight towards his body.

Wings. He had wings.

Feyre stared.

“I am sorry to disturb you,” the demon said quietly. “My Lord sends his apologies. He is somewhat detained tonight. But shall return as soon as he can.”

Feyre just stared at the man.

“And you’re…what? His messenger? My babysitter?”

The strange man cocked his head like an animal.

“Baby…sitter?” He seemed wholly confused by the term. Did they not have babysitters…wherever this was?

“Did he send you here to watch over me like a child?” She clarified.

“Ah.” He said, not answering the question. Instead, he introduced himself with a deferential bow.

“I am Azriel.”

“I don’t care who you are,” Feyre spat, grip tightening on her candlestick. And she didn’t. Curious though she might be, this man was clearly still Rhysand’s creature, and she didn’t dare trust anyone sent by him.

“I am only here to relay the High Lord’s message. And to ensure your safety until he returns.”

Definitely a babysitter then.

That prick.

She huffed in exasperation and then, because she was petty, tossed the candlestick onto the floor. She hoped it left a dent in Rhysand’s precious fucking marble tiles. 

“Whatever.”

She tried to ignore him for the rest of the night.

Azriel was a courteous babysitter, she’d give him that. He mostly stayed out of her way and lingered at the edge of every room. Watchful, but in an unobtrusive way. Eventually though, she grew weary of just having someone standing there like a statue while she tried to pretend he wasn’t there. It felt…rude.

“Why did he take me?”

Azriel didn’t seem surprised that she had bothered to finally speak to him. Just…confused. As if he were used to being ignored.

“Pardon?”

“Why did Rhysand take me. Why not someone else? Surely there were plenty of other women he could’ve taken. Prettier ones. Women who would’ve been happy to have him. Why me?”

Azriel looked at her strangely, as if the answer were obvious.

“Because you’re his mate.”

Mate? What the fuck was a mate?

“What the fuck does that mean?”

If he was bothered by her harsh language, he didn’t show it. “That you are his partner. Destined by fate to live by his side. It is a rare gift. One we all hope for.”

“Well I don’t like this gift,” Feyre grimaced. “I’d like to give it back.”

“You can’t. A mating bond is sacred. Unbreakable. Once it is accepted it cannot be undone.”

Those words chilled her straight to the bone.

Unbreakable.

Would she never be free of him? What would happen if she escaped? Would she still be stuck with Rhysand even then?

“Well I don’t want it!” She snapped, trying to beat back her rising panic. “I want to go home!”

“Why ever would you want to go back?” He asked, confused. “You are the mate of the most powerful High Lord in history. You are High Lady of the Night Court. You have only to ask for something and it will be yours.”

“Anything but freedom.”

He gave her a look that reminded her of the one her exasperated mother would give her when Feyre had said something particularly naive.

“You’re human.”

And? She wanted to say, but didn’t bother. She knew he wasn’t truly listening to her.

“It’s not safe for you out there,” he continued. They felt like practiced words. Words he’d been coached to say.

Rhysand’s words.

“I survived just fine on my own before.”

This wasn’t strictly true but he didn’t have to know that.

He smiled gently at her. There was that condescending parental look again.

She hated it.

Feyre decided she was done with this conversation.

“I’m your High Lady?” She verified. “I can ask for anything?”

Azriel smiled. “Of course.”

“Then get out.”

He bowed to her. “High Lady.”

Then he faded into the shadows.

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She was forgetting things.

She wasn’t sure when it started. She only knew when she’d noticed it.

The lack.

Like an empty space where something clearly was supposed to be. Like a discolored wall where a picture frame had once hung.

Had she truly been here so long that she had forgotten the color of her sister’s eyes? The smell of her father’s cologne? The taste of Elain’s chocolate chip cookies? She felt…broken. Like so many pieces of herself had gone missing. Scattered into the ether where she could not reach.

And she knew only one person capable of such a thing.

“What have you done to me?” She whispered to Rhysand one night.

Because it could have only been him. Who else saw her every day? Who else had the power to manipulate her like a doll?

He had stolen her mind.

And she wanted it back.

“You stubborn little thing,” he murmured, as if were scolding a kitten. He ran his fingers through her hair. Softly. Gently. “I only take what you can’t bear. You’re so much happier without them.”

His confirmation shook her down to her bones. “But…but…they’re mine!”

Rhysand sighed. “Must we have this argument every time?”

Every…every time?

Feyre’s eyes widened.

This had happened before.

“No…”

But it was already too late. Something dark and cold slithered into her mind and wrapped itself around her thoughts like a snake.

“No-” she began again.

“It’s for the best my love,” Rhysand sighed sweetly.

And then this memory too was taken from her.

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Rescue came when she least expected it.

Rhysand was away, as he always was during the day, and Feyre was busy tracing the grain along the wooden dining table. Normally she would’ve been off continuing her crusade to find a way out of this place but today she just…couldn’t. It all felt so hopeless. What was the point when the sun would inevitably go down? When she failed in her endeavor? When Rhysand would appear to subject her to another night of murder and forced pleasure?

She was just so…tired.

So imagine her surprise when a strange new man suddenly staggered into the room.

Feyre blinked.

He looked a bit like Rhysand, with those strange pointed ears and otherworldly beauty. But whereas Rhysand was more refined, with a malicious edge to his looks, like a jungle cat, this man was more like a wolf. Rugged and wild.

The two stared at each other for what could have only been a moment, but which seemed to stretch on into eternity for Feyre.

Someone was here. Someone who wasn’t Rhysand. Or his demon errand boy Azriel. Someone who…had gotten in. Someone who must’ve found a door.

A way out.

“Come with me!” The man said hurriedly. “Please, we must be quick! He could return at any moment!”

Feyre stared at the outstretched hand, confused. Suspicious. But most importantly…

Hopeful.

“…Who…are you…?”

“There’s no time!” He said desperately. “I’ve come to help you escape! Please!”

“…Escape?” The word sounded almost foreign on her tongue. She’d nearly forgotten what it even sounded like out loud.

But the man either didn’t have the time or the patience to wait for her mind to catch up and crossed the room in three long strides to yank her up by her arm.

“Wait!” She cried, but he was already pulling her forward and out into the hallway.

“I’ll explain when we get out of here,” he said.

He never got the chance.

A sound like thunder crashed through the palace and darkness swept through, blinding them both.

Feyre didn’t even time to cry out before she was wrenched away and enveloped in a chillingly familiar embrace.

Don’t worry. I have you my love.

That was what she was afraid of.

“You have something that belongs to me, thief.” Rhysand’s voice was low and dangerous. So unlike the playful cadence he usually used with her.

She shivered.

Somewhere in the darkness, she heard her would-be rescuer cry out.

Rhysand clucked his tongue mockingly.

“I’m impressed you made it this far. Perhaps you might enlighten me as to who it was who let you in?”

The only reply was a pained gasp.

“Oh come now.” He continued easily, as if he were coaxing gossip from a friend over tea. “You and I both know you couldn’t have gotten past the wards yourself.”

A scream.

“Who was it?”

The darkness parted then, like smoke dissapating. The man was…fine. He kneeled on the ground, not so much as a scratch on him. And yet he was panting as if he had run a marathon. And his eyes were wide. Wild.

Tortured.

“Ah. Keir. Of course,” Rhysand said the name with the kind of annoyed derision someone would reserve for a particularly exasperating neighbor. “I’ll be sure to deal with him in due time.”

“Keir…” Feyre whispered. Who was Keir? And why were they trying to help her escape?

Shhhhh, quiet now my love.

Her brain went blank. The name disappearing through her fingers as easily as a handful of sand.

He turned his attention back to the intruder.

“I would have liked to spend some more time with you. Draw this out a bit more,” he said with a sigh.  “Alas. We wouldn’t want to upset my sweet little mate.”

Feyre had only a moment to see a look of relief cross the man’s face before the room suddenly exploded into a haze of…red. She stared uncomprehendingly down at the place where he had been. One moment he had been there and then the next there was only a puddle of red soaking into the cracks between the tiles.

“What…?” She said dumbly. Her brain tried to reconcile the strange man who had so suddenly entered her life with the now sticky wet stain on the ground and just…couldn’t.

Rhysand turned to her then. His eyes blazed bright and angry.

She recoiled.

But just as quickly, her fear was forcibly wiped away.

“Did he hurt you?” His voice was low, barely leashed fury bubbling just under the surface.

She felt those mental talons of his reach into her head to see for himself. As if he didn’t trust that she would tell him the truth. For several agonizing moments she stood there, shivering and terrified as he sifted through her memory of the last twenty minutes, before he withdrew from her mind, satisfied with whatever he had found.

He wrapped his arms around her gently, consolingly, and tucked her under his chin. Who it was he was truly trying to soothe however, her or himself, was anyone’s guess.

“I will never let anyone take you from me. I will keep you safe my love.” His grip was just that bit too tight. Possessive. As if terrified the man would appear once more to tear her away from him.

But safe from who? She wondered. Who keeps me safe from you?

He fucked her hard that night.

Rhysand seemed desperate to reassert his claim over her. Sucking bruises into her flesh and smearing his release into her skin. And all the while, burrowing himself ever deeper into her mind, as if by doing so he could imprint himself into her permanently.

“You are mine!” He snarled. “Mine!”

And she could only nod in response, even if she didn’t want to. Because it was true.

She was his.

And that thought terrified her.

And later, in the darkness of the night, long after Rhysand has exhausted himself into a deep sleep, Feyre lay awake, her mind spinning.

Had that man truly been there to save her? Had she truly been so close to freedom? To going home? But more importantly…did it even matter? He had failed. She remained as ever resolutely locked in his orbit as she had been since her first day here. Perhaps it was better she didn’t know.

And yet…she couldn’t stop thinking about it, long into the night.

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It was little things at first.

The way her ears began to catch the sound of Rhysand’s footsteps down the hall even though he usually tread too softly for her to hear. Or the way her food began to taste…different. Better. Or the way her eyes were quicker to notice little details she would’ve missed before. The veins of a flower petal. The weave of a rug. There was clearly something…off about her. Something not right.

And then, of all things, it was a shattered vase that clued her in to what was happening to her.

She didn’t know why she’d been holding it. Perhaps she’d lifted it up to stare at the intricate craftsmanship or to disparage the utter ostentatious display of wealth but either way, the outcome was the same.

“Hello my love.” Rhysand greeted her as he always did at the end of a day.

A deafening crack resounded through the room before the sound of pottery shattering onto the floor followed.

Feyre stared at the broken shards uncomprehendingly.

Gently, Rhysand gripped her hands and ever so slowly pried her fingers off of the remaining shards. He inspected her hands, diligently looking for any cuts….but there were none.

There were none.

She had shattered a vase with her bare hands and there wasn’t so much as a scratch on her. But…how? She had barely even touched the thing!

“Very good. It looks like all that blood has finally done you some good.”

He sounded…pleased. As if this were expected. Hoped for even.

“Blood…?” Feyre whispered.

“As I said, my love. To make you strong.”

At first she didn’t understand. She couldn’t remember why those words were so familiar…and then it hit her all at once.

And she knew.

The nightly sacrifices.

The blood he forced her to drink from her dying victims.

This was…he was…!

“Now nothing can take you from me,” Rhysand said triumphantly as he pulled her head back to look into his eyes. They were wild. Exultant. As if, at least, he had finally gotten everything he had ever wanted. “Not assassins creeping about. Not sickness. Not age. You are mine. Forever.”

Not age.

Forever.

Horror washed over her then.

“No…”

“Yes,” he insisted.

And then he kissed her. And Feyre knew nothing but despair.

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She waits until he leaves the next morning.

Rhysand had been so pleased the night before. So entirely wrapped up in his own mad self congratulations that he hadn’t even noticed her careful planning. Had instead fucked her like it was his birthday and then left in the early hours of the morning as he always did.

And then Feyre waited until the sun was high in the sky before she got out of bed and made her way down the hall. She had to be very sure, you see, that he was truly gone.

She couldn’t risk him intervening.

As if summoned by the thought of him, she heard his voice whisper through her head.

Where are you going my love?

She didn’t answer.

Only walked faster.

The balcony, the same one she had made her bargain in, loomed large at the end of the hall. She spied the gauzy curtains fluttering in the late morning breeze, beckoning invitingly. As if they knew why she had come.

Need some fresh air my darling? Rhysand’s voice asked amusedly.

Feyre passed through the open archway and stopped to stare at the beautiful landscape below.

It truly was beautiful. This view.

It comforted her to think the last thing she saw would be something beautiful.

Rhysand’s amusement quickly turned to horror the moment he realized what she intended.

NO!

She had just been about to tip herself over the stone bannister when a hand appeared out of nowhere to snatch her back.

Feyre struggled.

“No! Let me go! Just let me die!” She sobbed, hysterical.

Instead, two arms wrapped around her chest and clutched her tight, pulling her back inside. Feyre saw the balcony doors snap shut by themselves, locking her in.

He didn’t even give her time to despair over her failure before his mind was cleaving into hers like a scalpel. Precise and deadly and too quick for her to feel any pain. He found her despair, her desire for death, and quickly cut it out. Excising it from her mind like a cancerous growth.

You will never do that again. Rhysand’s voice growled through her mind like thunder. I forbid you to harm yourself. In any way.

His hands were ever so gentle now, turning her in his arms and smoothing over her face with a desperation that would’ve scared her if her entire brain weren’t numb from his sudden intrusion.

She felt woozy. Tired.

It was only when Rhysand swept her into his arms and carried her to bed that she realized that he was the reason why she was so sleepy. She should’ve been wired with adrenaline. Instead, she could barely keep her eyes open as she was bundled into bed like an unruly child.

“You can’t keep me like this forever,” Feyre whispered from her nest of blankets.

“Oh, I assure you, I can.” Rhysand said gently but vehemently. He was trying to come across as his usual aggravating self but she wasn’t fooled. This had rattled him. Clearly the one thing he’d never planned for in his scheme was for her to just…give up.

He kissed each of her eyelids ever so sweetly.

“Sleep.”

It wasn’t a request.

She slept. And there were no dreams.

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He rarely left her side now.

On the rare occasion he was needed elsewhere, Rhysand kept her docile. Barely conscious enough to get out of bed, let alone to go wandering off towards the nearest available window. Not that it would’ve mattered if she had. Feyre soon discovered that he had put some sort of invisible wall around all the windows and balconies. The cutlery that came with her meals had also mysteriously gone missing. She was only fed finger food now. And only at Rhysand’s hand.

“Eat my love,” he said to her on one such occasion, holding a berry to her lips.

Her mouth opened at his command, even though her stomach roiled in displeasure. This was how it was now. She so rarely was allowed control over her own body. Her own mind.

He was too terrified of what she would do otherwise.

Outside, a thunderstorm rolled in, pelting the windows with rain and sleet. Feyre tried to remember what the rain felt like on her cheeks, but like so many memories these days, she couldn’t quite grasp it anymore.

“I can’t remember what they look like,” she whispered, her voice empty of its usual emotion. 

“Who?”

“My sisters.”

“Perhaps that’s for the best,” Rhysand said placatingly as he tried to stuff another blackberry in her mouth. She chewed dutifully but then continued.

“You’re taking them all. My memories,” she said softly. It wasn’t an accusation so much as a fact. As if she were reciting the weather forecast. Something that just…was.

Rhys said nothing. He seemed…almost concerned.

“What happens when you take them all? Will there be any of me left?”

“Hush now,” he said. He set the berries aside and lifted her into his arms like she were a child that just needed soothing. “Enough of that.”

“I’m tired,” she murmured.

“Sleep then,” he agreed.

Though they both knew that wasn’t what she had meant.

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It took a very long time to get her back the way he wanted her.

Years.

But he was rather pleased with the results. Still, occasionally he’ll find her old self poking through. Just a bit. Just enough to leave him wondering if he’d missed something.

Today was one such day.

She was staring at the door again.

The door.

The way out. The one he had glamoured the moment he had brought her to this place. Even after stealing her memories, he still found her here sometimes. Staring blankly at the door. As if she knew exactly what was there even though she couldn’t possibly.

He would know if she did, after all.

She was so stubborn, his little mate. Even after all this time, after all the memories he had stripped away and sealed inside his own mind for safe keeping, she still held onto that tenacious little shred of herself that he both loved and hated in equal measure.

He sighed.

“Come along Darling,” he said gently, taking ahold of her arm and steering her towards the dining room. “It’s time for dinner.”

“Already?” She pouted.

“Oh yes,” he smiled. “We have to fatten you up.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I suppose you’re right. I am eating for two after all.”

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Oh hey it's Wednesday again! You know what that means!

IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY BAYBEE

I've been bouncing around from project to project a lot lately so have a little Fic Flight of a few thangs

You Only Live Twice

Sadie was already creeping down the shadowed path strip of grass between the building and the outer wall, shoes in hand. She felt the Russian’s presence at her back, the intake of breath indicating that he intended to scold her for getting ahead of him. “I imagine they’ll have men at the gate already,” she said, cutting him off. “I’ll pretend I think they’re the real security and blather on about what’s going on upstairs, and you pick them off once I have them in the open. I assume you’re a good shot?” “I don’t like that. You could be killed.” Why the man cared all that much if she were killed, she didn’t know. Something to figure out later, once they were out of there. At the moment he was useful, and that was all that mattered. “I doubt it. They would have just blown the place to bits if they wanted everyone dead. They’re looking for high-profile hostages.” He tugged her further into the shadows, his big hand not leaving her waist even once he had her pressed against the wall. “You’re right, but—” “If you’re not a good shot, now would be the time to tell me,” she hissed back. “We don’t have time to stand around and think about it. I can probably only take on one myself, if I have to fight hand to hand.” She looked past him, down to where the lights from the gate station glared out into the darkness. “Are you ready?” He sighed, resigned. “Da. Make it a good performance, umnyashka. I will follow.”

Rugby

Your morning passes in a steady trickle of numbers and signed reports. You get up and stretch halfway through the morning, water your plants, get back to work. The second half of the morning flies by, and Brandon is back in your doorway again before you know it. It was a vain hope to think you would be able to slip out and get lunch without tagging along with him. Or it would have been, if the elevator didn’t open to reveal Simon ‘Perfect Timing’ Riley, holding a brown paper bag of takeout. “Forgot t’pack you a lunch, pretty boy,” he rumbles, stepping out and pulling you to the side. “Figured you could show me your office.” Brandon opens and closes his mouth like a fish, taking in the full expanse of Simon. Simon gives him a sly look out of the corner of his eye, and tugs you a step closer by the tie. “No kiss, love?” he asks playfully. You short circuit, face heating up so much that you’re sure Simon can feel it when he cups your jaw and tips your face up, and fucking kisses you. He’s not shy about it either, his tongue lapping at the seam of your lips, head tilted so your noses don’t squish together. “This is your boyfriend?” Brandon asks, interrupting the absolutely bizarre moment. “Hm?” Simon pulls away and looks at Brandon properly, like he’s just noticed him there. “Who’s your friend, Rip?” “Um. This is Brandon. Brandon, this is Simon. Yeah. My um. Boyfriend.” You look back at Simon. “You didn’t have to bring me lunch.” “Maybe I wanted to. You gonna say no to a curry?” “No. Come on, lets go sit in my office.” You shrug at Brandon. “Rain cheque, eh?” “See you around, Bradley,” Simon adds, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

Field Trip

He looks serious for a moment, before the grin flickers back on. “Aw, weel, it wasnae as much fun as I might make it look. I had things ta keep livin’ fer.” “Like volunteering to help out with a school trip?” you ask mildly. “Of course. Few things matter more’n education, ye ken. Want tae make sure Finn doesnae wander off like Ah would’ve at his age.” His knee bumps into yours as he gets comfortable in the seat, and he makes no move to remove it. “Ah didnae have such a bonnie teacher, mind. Might’ve paid a bit more attention in class.” You tilt your knees toward the aisle, humming noncommittally. As far as you’re aware, Mr. Mactavish was SAS— An officer, and no slouch in regards to intelligence. Acting like an over eager puppy probably gets him further than behaving like a serious soldier, but you don’t really buy it. “I’m sure you did just fine in school, Mr. Mactavish.” “Ye can call me Johnny, ye ken. We’re no’ strangers by now, are we Sweetpea?” “Mr. Mactavish—” “Ah, come on bonnie, Ah’m no’ on a last name basis with anyone else here. Even the kids call me Soap.” “Are you ever going to tell us what that means?” Mrs. Kingsley asks, leaning across the aisle with a smile. “Ah cannae, Barb, ye cheeky thing, an’ ye know it. Classified.” Johnny taps the side of his nose and winks. He takes the opportunity to lean across you, one hand on your thigh and one arm braced against the barrier between your seat and the door. “How’s yer grandkids gettin’ on? No’ in school themselves yet, are they?”

Sparrow

She chanted his name, pressing her lips to his ear. He growled in response, barely missing a stroke as he transferred his weight to one arm, the other grabbing her by the throat, putting just a little pressure there. “Shut it, birdie, you’re gonna make me come.” “Yes, yes please,” she whispered, cunt clamping down on him like a vice. “Want you to. Please, Simon—” “Fuckin’ christ, Morgan,” he grunted. “Never fuckin’ shut up, do you?” She grinned, tipping her chin up to give him better access to her throat. “No. You’ll have to make me.” He groaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder, giving her a few more grinding thrusts as deeply inside her as he could get, and came hard. Morgan could feel every pulse and twitch as he stuffed her full, the sensation almost enough to send her over the edge too. She whined, wrapping he legs around him tightly so he couldn’t pull out. “S’your own fault, birdie,” Simon grumbled, letting his full weight come down on top of her to keep her from moving her hips any more. “Gimme a minute. I’ll take care of you.” She sighed, stroking a hand through his hair and pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “I know you will. We’ll take care of each other.”