#he /is/ he's just in so little of the film that's more subtle than the rest of the trilogy

[the-force-awakens]

The Force Awakens + laying the groundwork for Poe's characterization in the later movies

[cosycafune]

I'LL GET YOU PREGNANT!

3.7k words. satoru has a natural way of repelling your ex; he wants to fill your womb with his baby. he hates knowing he's shared you in the past, so he wants to claim you. right now, he wants nothing more than to fill your womb -- scaring away your stalker ex, suguru geto.

a synopsis of acts: creampies, breeding kink, rough sex, spanking, unprotected sex, teasing, head, nipple play, nipple biting, lactation kink, missionary, slight choking, slightly mean satoru, stalking, reassurance and marginally more.

"Sato', Suguru won't stop calling me!" Slightly irritated, you voice your thoughts to an intrigued Satoru -- observing a mischievous smile adorning his lips.

"How many numbers does he have?!" Bellowing, Satoru casts himself into cuddling your chest further -- contently pulling from your sucked-dry nipple.

"I don't know, Sato', but i don't know what to do for him to leave me alone," Running your fingers through Satoru's headbanded hair, you softly groan at him beginning to latch upon your nipple once more.

"I have an idea, but only if you're okay with it," Suggesting something so smugly, comfortably biting down upon your nipple, Satoru's eyes gleam at your subtle wincing.

Idea, huh?

"How about we make a film?" Halting at Satoru's lewd question, he poses himself into leaving your almost bare lap.

"A sex tape for...him?" Pouting, sitting upon your wavering knees, you question a mischievous Satoru. Dishevelled, Satoru lovingly spots one of his fangs -- his cerulean eyes clouded with lust.

"Yeah, I'll stuff you so fucking good, he'll only think of me when he sees you," Grunting, visibly flaunting his prominent erection, Satoru's proposal comes out in a strained manner.

"Tell me more," Teasing a flustered Satoru, you puff out your cheeks, pressing your ample breasts together -- flaunting Satoru's ropes of saliva sliding down their tauntness.

"Fuck! 'Can't I just show you? You're being mean," Whining, messily drawing nearer to you, Satoru abruptly burrows his fingers into your supple hips.

"Of course, you cry baby," Elegantly speaking, you cast yourself into glancing up at a towering Satoru -- gasping at his deft finger burrowing into your doughy bum.

Shit, you knew he'd ruin everything you have to create that damn film. Hm, perhaps he'd get you pregnant?

"Don't cry when it's too much," Warning you, Satoru hungrily licks his fang -- his eyes lowering in an overwhelming trance of yearning.

"Go your hardest," Flustered at your proposal, you vigorously batter your eyelashes -- your lips stammering at him harshly fondling your breast.

"'Can't wait to break you, little lady," Enthralled, Satoru's thundering heartbeat paired with his statement -- leading his steering fingers to further squeeze your love bite-invested breasts.

"C'mon, show me how you'll make a film, film maker," Further egging Satoru on, he greedily tightens his hold upon your nimble hips -- journeying towards your shared bed.

"Let's do it on your phone," Satoru eagerly mumbles, roughly settling you upon the plush bed.

“Whatever you want!” Unable to protest against Satoru’s advances, you whine at his ample fingers further lifting your parted shirt. His shirt that he comfortably piles upon a gentle you.

“So obedient,” Drawing your bucking hips nearer, Satoru retorts — basking in your realms of desperation.

“P-Please,” A wailing mess, you’re incapable of resisting Satoru’s gruff fingers taunting your nipple — skimming over the beauty of it.

“Nah, let me get your phone first,” Barely shifting from a partially exposed you, Satoru’s announcement ruffles your abdomen.

“‘Just gonna leave me here?” Neediness adorns your question as you greet his gaze, squishing your massive breasts together — arching at the sensitivity.

“Don’t start something you’ll regret,” Cocikly speaking, Satoru intakes your primal urges, pushing himself further pressing against you.

Calculated, Satoru casts himself into reaching over you — grasping your phone beside your plush pillow. Rather embarrassed, you insincerely push yourself into attempting to steal your phone away from him — only for him to designate a hand of his over both of your own.

“Got you,” Rough, untimed growls free themselves from Satoru’s gentle lips — leading to him drifting his curled lips nearer to your own.

“Hgh!” Gasping at Satoru’s swiftness, you arch mercilessly at Satoru drifting his glossy lips towards the curve of your ear — biting down contently.

“Now, let me put the phone up before I get too carried away,” Contently cooing, Satoru lovingly gazes at your fluffy wallpaper with him — swiping right to access your camera.

“Baby, you sure you wanna film this?” Smitten, Satoru’s tender inquiry vibrates within your ears — all whilst he settles your phone against your cosy nightstand.

“Shit, do whatever you wanna do to me,” Crumpled beneath a persistent Satoru, you mutter helplessly. Arched perfectly, Satoru basks within your arising breasts — strapping your toned legs around his sculpted hips.

“Anything?” Enamoured, Satoru’s questioned disbelief is illuminated through his shimmering eyes.

“Anything.” Consoling Satoru, Satoru callously grunts at your spilling breasts — darting towards them before streaking his covetous lips closer.

“Again, Sato’?” Questioning Satoru, you hazily glance at him. The momentum of your physique is trapped and warmed at his impeccable, caging warmth.

“Be happy that I haven’t gotten you pregnant yet,” Teasing you, Satoru’s words slur narrowly while his lips brush upon your perky nipple, “‘Would have sucked all the milk out of them.” Gasping, incapable of suppressing the thudding between your rutting, thunderous cunt, your lips part.

“Oh, Sato’,” Lovestruck, you cutely coo. Your admiring eyes are adhered with an undeniable array of thumping hearts.

“Speak,” Prominent roughness fills Satoru’s possessive command. Unwilling to soften heavily, Satoru curiously twirls your nipple between his teeth — his sadistic eyes cruel with desire.

“‘Let you suck all the milk out of them! Ah,” Whining, arching busily, your confession is followed up with Satoru harshly biting your taut nipple.

“Would you now?” Taunting you, Satoru mellowly draws back from caging you — glancing at your physique from the camera’s perspective.

“Anyway,” Pouty, the tension within your tone dissolves at Satoru latching upon your aching nipple — soothing the wicked discomfort he enabled.

“Baby, at least smile for the camera,” Mockingly placing his vast, veiny hands against your supple cheeks, Satoru squeezes them while he patronisingly speaks.

“C-Can’t smile, haven’t made you feel good, yet,” Pleading to at least give Satoru blissful head, you flutter your lashes before him — frowning with impatience.

“Good, huh?” Commenting on your hushed, indirect request, Satoru uses his thick thumb to softly pry open your lips — observing the lewd sound fall from them.

“Mhm,” Silenced voluntarily by Satoru, you obediently reign your tongue upon his finger — arising an ounce of sexual control.

“Hm? You wanna do that to my cock? Take it like you’re taking my thumb?” Groaning, boyishly grinning, questioning you, an overpowering smile floods Satoru’s careless lips.

Mewling while Satoru shoves his large thumb further into your mouth, you allow your eyes to swirl with his own. Naturally, you're sure to not embarrassingly choke. Longing for advanced bodily contact, you gently grind your hips upon his crotch — bubbles forming against your lips as you frantically suck.

“Mhm,” Moaning with sinful yearning, you’re unwilling to halt the pacing of your hips — consumed by Satoru’s gruff whimpers staining your ears.

“You’re being disobedient, my love,” Satoru’s statement is filled with an edge of threat, leading you to continue your streak of disobedience — longing for a punishment.

“Mmh!” Ruffled with a string of irritation, Satoru deprives your lips of his thumb — tempted by the lewd, gasping you free.

“D’ya really think you have control now?” Grinning sadistically, Satoru softly grasps your hips — contorting you, so you are directly on all fours.

“Yeah,” Provoking Satoru broadly, you naively wobble your bubble butt — squealing at Satoru’s fingers wandering against the jiggly, tasty surface.

“Wouldn’t want your ex to see you so disobedient, my love,” Purring within the shell of your ear, Satoru erases any sense of space between you both — harshly grinding his monstrous erection against the outline of your chubby cunt.

“‘Need you, though,” Countering Satoru, your lips stammer. Blanketed with control, Satoru contorts his free hand into grasping your breast from beneath.

“Be a good girl and wait,” Satoru’s tone vibrates against your arched back, only before he abruptly pulls back from a moaning you — droning with craving.

“‘Can’t be gooddd—” Lewdly whining with dragged-out sentences, you attempt to fuel your deprivation with the vacant air.

However, shifting your curved hips with determination, you softly whimper at the cool air tinting your bubble butt. Dazed within your heated trance, you loudly gasp and curl inwards while Satoru harshly spanks your vulnerable skin. Biting back your distorted pleasure, your fists curl swiftly — lust loitering so artlessly in you.

“Fuck, Sato’!” Bellowing gleefully, unable to contain your smile, you readily arch yourself — waiting for his stout fingers to abuse your obedient butt.

Shit, he loved the sight! The scattered element of your mind and pounding heart lulled him, with it helplessly placed for him. Viewing you, sexually frustrated, your frilly underwear strained between your dripping folds, swaying back and forth, stole away his self-restraint. Yet, for your sex tape to be lengthy, Satoru knew he would have to cunningly deprive desperate you.

“‘Need you to ride my face, you’ve earned it,” Rewarding you with one last harsh spank, Satoru spews his ironic statement — running his fingers against your thin underwear strip.

“Yes!” Desperation swirls within your gasping tone, pushing you into gathering a slither of obedience.

“I dangle pleasure in front of you and you act like this?” Softly chuckling, Satoru’s question is disregarded by a buzzing you. You who’s mentally conquered by his presence beginning to lay before you.

“Of course,” Breathless with your sexual craving, you admire Satoru’s eyes, watching your strained features inching closer to him — trembling with anticipation.

“You’re so cute,” Satoru voices his precious fondness for you, enamoured by your limbs crawling enough to settle upon his prodding crotch.

“Thanks, Sato’,” A curl of vulnerability blankets your speech, pushing you into descending lower — longing to capture Satoru’s lips.

Carved by adoration, you softly disregard Satoru’s vast shirt that you sport — comfortably bearing your lithe skin before his eyes. Hypnosis endows an enthralled Satoru, restricting his breaths whilst you lower your head — in hopes of greeting his swole lips. Nonetheless, he took the scarce time to admire your angelic curves, your contoured abs, the ample mountains your breasts imitate, and the adorable nervousness you flaunt before him.

“‘Just for me,” Coddling this known fact, Satoru mutters about how you’re all his — nurturing this truth within his mind.

“I’m all yours, Sato’,” Adjusting yourself upon Satoru’s crotch, you admit your heart — content towards your breasts smashing against his nude chest.

“I’m grateful,” Fluffed with glee, Satoru returns your amount of gratitude — moulding his thick fingers around the curve of your jaw.

“C’mere,” Possessive, Satoru softly commands you — pressing his lips upon your own.

“Mhm,” Moaning frantically, shifting slyly, you groan at Satoru grasping at your ass cheeks — snapping your underwear band upon the doughy surface.

“‘You like that?” Teasing you, Satoru sculpts his free hand into pulling down your underwear — listening to the slickness of it.

“All of it,” Nodding frantically through your approval, you fall into Satoru’s rhythm — allowing him to disregard your drenched underwear.

“Let’s see how you like this,” Satoru says, mischief adorning his demeanour.

Thrilled, drilled into with patience, Satoru gestures for you to shift higher up. Beaming, licking his enchanted lips, Satoru’s eyes soften towards you nervously drifting your pooling cunt further up his burly chest. Everything within him could sense the apprehension that consumes you, rooted in you knowing you won’t be able to control yourself. Nothing within you longed for the two of you to hold back, completely twisting dry everything you both could offer.

Composing yourself, completely forgetting about the perched camera, you allow Satoru’s briefly deprived lips to draw nearer to your folds. Mesmerised, Satoru persistently lowers a hesitant you — his broad tongue warm against your vulnerable cunt.

“I know you don’t want to hold back, sweetheart,” Egging you on, Satoru murmurs with ruggedness — his skilled fingers parting your present folds.

“‘Can’t hold back, baby,” Whining in a high-pitched voice, Satoru effortlessly pulls you down further — stationing your writhing folds against his adjusting lips.

“Don’t hold back, sweetheart, you’ve got a show to put on,” Eagerly informing you, Satoru hungrily latches upon your grinding cunt — his lips sucking upon your sensitive clit.

“‘C-Can’t, Sato’,” Gasping through your stuttered response, you bury your shaky fingers through Satoru’s silky hair strands — mindlessly grinding.

“Ah!” Your features scrunch up with each of your bellowed moans. Your consciousness stirs away from you with each hungry suck from Satoru.

Expressing his pussy feasting skills, Satoru propels himself into widening out the span of his tongue — licking desperate stripes towards your entrance. Unable to pry himself off of you, Satoru greedily latches upon your tender clit — thriving off of you moaning with glee, a desperate smile paving your beautiful face.

“So, so, beautiful,” Subconsciously reciting his praise, Satoru steadies your hips — unwilling to allow your faltering self to collapse.

If he was correct, you were seconds away from embarrassingly finishing.

“‘Too much, Sato’,” Moaning with budding tears, you continue to smother Satoru with your chubby cunt — so in love with the way it kisses his eagerly sucking lips.

“…” Silence envelops Satoru while he messily slurps up his lengthy saliva strings from your cunt, curling into the idea of you being completely unable to handle his ample tongue.

“Look…at you,” Murmuring with satisfaction, Satoru grins at your array of clustered moans — fulfilled at you mercilessly grinning in pleasure.

“Ngh…warm,” Foolishly finishing so quickly, you continue to grind your helpless lips against Satoru’s face — grasping your left breast.

“You finished?” Taunting you, Satoru strategically flees from beneath your thighs – groaning.

“Mhm,” Nodding with satisfaction, you glance at a primal Satoru – eagerly licking his lips.

“‘Sure you don’t want something, Sato’?” Innocently questioning Satoru, you shudder at the possessiveness that tints his gaze.

“Right now, I need that pussy,” Satoru eagerly announces, dragging you nearer to him by your toned hips.

“Strip, Sato’,” Pushing your lips together, you lightly command him – aware that he’s in control.

“So eager, huh?” Taunting you, radiating dominance and fondness, Satoru narrows his eyes at you.

“‘Need more,” You whiny say, nakedly sitting upon your knees – feeling a subtle power imbalance.

“When you look at me like that, how can I say no?” Teasing you, Satoru draws nearer to you. Consistent, Satoru disregards his tight shirt – revealing his extremely toned, rippling abs.

“Aw,” Grinning with awe, you admire each of Satoru’s toned muscles – in extreme awe.

He always rendered you into a flustered state.

“Won’t be in awe soon, baby,” Satoru teases you, swiftly disregarding the rest of his clothing – allowing you to relish his nudity.

“Hmmm,” You tease, consumed by an expanding array of lust.

“Ready, baby, to truly make a film?” Cooing, Satoru questions you – so close to disregarding his underwear.

“So…ready,” Obediently speaking, you gulp – lulled by Satoru’s angelic physique.

Mesmerised, exhibiting the traits of a sailor, you admire Satoru’s pre-cum stained underwear – enthralled by the ample bulge that lingers. Eagerly glancing, your heart pounding against your nude breasts, you admire Satoru’s intense teasing.

“Be patient, sweetheart,” Muttering, Satoru lustfully looks at you – slowly allowing his underwear to slip down his jacked leg muscles.

“‘M trying,” Whining, you grow a little teary. Each of your limbs contorted with lust, yet Satoru held a heavy dominance over you. A heavy one that you wouldn’t disregard; you’re his.

“Baby, I’ll let you have it,” Satoru announces, letting you admire his ample, colossal cock – consumed by its largeness.

“Need it, now,” Trembling, you instinctively lay upon your bed – posing heavily for a towering Satoru.

“Mhm, you’re so good for me,” Praising you, Satoru uses his deft hand to pull your hips closer. Adrenaline, lust and love adhere to him at your meek gasps, your slight shying away, your parted thighs and your wavering eyes. They etched at his sanity, leaving him to instinctively long to be inside of you, enveloped by your warm, love-pouring cunt.

“Yeah, but you're better inside,” Countering Satoru’s praise, you yelp at him grasping his monster cock with one hand – rubbing it against your soppy folds.

“I’m not even inside and you're sensitive,” Proving Satoru’s worded point, you moan at your folds sucking in his tip – gushy at feeling Satoru’s cum-coated cockhead.

“P-Please, Sato’,” Cum-driven, you plead with Satoru – shedding your dignity.

“Anything for you, baby,” Flustered at Satoru’s low statement, you conceal your fanciful moan. You’re ruled by Satoru’s cock teasing your fluttering entrance, taunting you.

Knowing the camera’s positioned perfectly, you wickedly gift Satoru a half-smile – flustered at his gruff brow rising. His perfection completely stole away your resolve, leaving you wanting your brains fucked out stupid and pulverised. Nothing within you longed to remain as sane as you did now, not cock-stricken.

“Prepare yourself, baby,” Satoru’s warning causes prompts you to smile, only to arch towards his cockhead beginning to slip into you – stretching and splitting open your cunt.

“Ohh, yes!” Instinctively, your eyes roll back with your mewling – leaving your fingers to grasp your bedsheets.

“S-So…warm,” Humming, Satoru gifts you an experimental thrust – burying you with his cock to the hilt.

Moaning loudly, decimated already, you're breathless. Your choppy breaths cut through the ambience, and your gasping floods Satoru’s ears as he cages you with his body. Whilst he cunningly sinks deeper within your life-altering cunt, Satoru’s eyes flutter while he maintains eye contact.

“‘Can…feel it,” Filled to the brim, your walls conquered, you’re dazed as you tell Satoru – drooling.

“Only for my…princess,” Gleeful, Satoru spews his love – unable to keep his cloudiness in check.

“C’mon, move…Sato’,” Encaged by Satoru’s warmth, you plead for him to move. The tips of your ears are so painfully warm and tingly, representing your inhumane heart rate.

Beaming, Satoru begins to set a slowed pace – relishing the warmth that wraps around his snug cock. Groaning and whimpering, Satoru begins to steady his hips – slowly thrusting and kissing your walls with his cock.

Glee pampers Satoru, casting him into sporting parted lips – moaning in pleasure. His pillowy lips part before you, prompting him to maintain eye contact. Seeing your features scrunched up in pleasure, handling his large cock, slightly hiccuping, completely tore into Satoru’s wavering self-restraint.

Hindered by his primal urges, Satoru begins to harshly thrust within you — animalistic at your extremely loud moans. The way your jiggly breasts bounced, your eyes forcefully rolled back, your fingers barely able to scratch his back, consumed him effortlessly.

“Sato’! Yes! ‘So good!” Distorted, you spew lewd sounds. You’re completely enveloped by the skin slapping and the soppiness of your pounded cunt.

It was too good for you to feel embarrassed.

“Mhm, you take me… so well,” Praising you, Satoru roughens his pace — slamming his cock inhumanely within you.

“Ah! Ngh!” Suffocated by Satoru’s warmth, your head swims with each harsh thrust — pulverised by his fat cock.

“Fuck! So warm,” Purring, Satoru grins with pleasure — breathless as he destroys your cute cunt.

Seeing it obediently squelch for him, building a ring of white — on the camera — made him feel pride. Shit, you were moments away from becoming marked by him — obedient and cock-driven. Fuck, he claimed you so hard — stretching out your singing cunt.

“You…deserve some kisses,” Nodding at Satoru’s hazy declaration, you’re out of it — drool slipping from your moaning lips.

Eager, Satoru transfers his sexual resolve into affection — pampering you with kisses. However, he feels slight unease — as if he’s being watched. Watched by someone by your bedroom window.

Slyly looking towards the penthouse window, Satoru notices long, raven locks and a tall man. A tall man he knows is Suguru, observing the intimate encounter between you and Satoru—infuriated.

“Sato’, gonna… cum!” Hiccuping, crying, you sluggishly announce your words — passionately clenching around his divine cock.

“Ah! Baby, give…me a show,” Satoru moans out, ruled by your cunt fully swallowing him up — warming him with your loved pussy walls.

“C-Can…feel you!” Teary, marked with pleasure, you’re rocked by Satoru’s pleasurable thrusts — feeling him harden immensely.

Bucking into you hungrily, Satoru’s choppy breaths flood your ear. Wavering, he fucks you harder — listening to the desperation from your gushy pussy. You’re unable to breathe, stolen away by Satoru’s cock. Your every thought is eaten away by Satoru’s cock, pulverising you and making you his own.

“Show me…you’re mine,” Turned on, Satoru grunts into your ear — observing every one of your pleasure-induced expressions.

“Ngh!” So sensitive, you continue to pleasurably cry — unable to control your rolling eyes. All you could mutter is incoherent phrases, destroyed by Satoru’s rough and rhythmic pace.

Exhausted, trembling, an unbearable warmth adorns you. You attempt to push Satoru away, overwhelmed by the weight of his athletic body, his beautiful thrusts and his intense stare.

“T-Too…Ah! much, baby?” Barely able to speak, Satoru questions you through grunts — his eyes rolling at you swiftly finishing.

“Sato’!” Ruled with pleasure, you shakily cling to Satoru — crying as you finally release.

“He could… never,” Gleefully, Satoru lazily speeds up his unfathomable pace — his words slurred.

With lowered eyes, Satoru makes eye contact with a crimson Suguru. Suguru’s infuriated with Satoru’s wicked claim on you, so deeply within you, terrorising and pulverising your gushy cunt.

Cruelly, Suguru could hear each sound you release, the lewdness of your pooling cunt, each cry you release and each reassuring kiss you share with Satoru. Further stealing you, Satoru gifts him a boyish grin — hardening effortlessly within you.

“‘Gonna…cum,” Warning you, Satoru gifts you a loving kiss — thrusting his deepest within an arching, gasping you.

Even fucked, you still have small resolve.

“In…side!” Desperately, you proclaim — wrapping your legs around Satoru’s toned waist.

“Imma… put a baby in you,” Watching you nod at his words, Satoru holds his deep thrust — his eyes fluttering.

“C’mon,” Croakily speaking, you loudly moan, “Yes!” Lovestriken, you gasp at the intensity of Satoru’s cumshot.

Unable to get enough, you relish in the thick spurts of cum within you — grinning at Satoru’s pulsating cock finishing within you again. Happiness adorns you while Satoru kisses the top of your head, observing your flustered expression and scrunched-up features.

“‘Did so good, baby,” Reassuring you, Satoru beautifully pulls out of you. He displays your cum-pooling cunt to the posed camera and an observing Suguru.

“We put on a good show,” Satoru mutters, using a fragment of his cursed energy to close the curtain — shunning a seething Suguru out.

“Send…it,” Tiredly commanding Satoru, you snuggle into his array of kisses.

“Mhm, poor Suguru has already seen enough,” Taunting you, you gasp — noticing Suguru’s silhouette from your bedroom curtain.

“Sato’!” Chuckling, you hold him closer — flustered at the spurts of cum that spew from you.

“I say, we should make more films?” Cosy, Satoru questions you — his lips tender with delight.

“Always, now let’s watch it,” Fatigued, you speak — trembling from the aftermath.

“‘Guess we don’t need to send the film,” Pouting, battering your eyelashes, you murmur.

Hmm, but Satoru knew he’d make more films with you.

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[he-calls-me-kitten]

Dirty Dozen

GN! MC x Pervert OM! Characters

Pervert! Lucifer who pretends to be more drunk than he actually is so he can lean on you when you escort to his room, pulling you into his arms and refusing to let go when you reach his bed. Even if his hands wander inside your clothes, you can't really hold it against him.

Pervert! Mammon who tries to do his best in tests and classes, cause he recalls every praise you give him while jerking off. And when you sit on the sofa, he sits on the ground leaning on your thighs thinking of you sitting on his face.

Pervert! Levi who designs the skimpiest possible cosplay outfits for you and only changing it after he's sees it on you himself. He asks you to twirl around or bend over even when you already feel exposed, brushing his knuckles against your bare skin to take measurements.

Pervert! Satan who sometimes recommends you the most erotic books he owns and loves watching your face change shades and your thighs squirm together with every page. He sometimes whispers the characters lines into your ear so he can hear every subtle gasp or moan.

Pervert! Asmo who asks to help him film couple thirst trap videos and messing up on purpose to hold you in risque places or even press kisses as the 'challenge' requires. Will deliberately put the same perfume he's wearing on you, so it seems like you spent last night in his room.

Pervert! Beel who likes to feed you big mouthfuls of food and thinks its so cute the way you still manage to fit it in your mouth. He loves holding hands with you, his large ones completely encasing your smaller ones - it reminded him how tiny and cute you'd look writhing underneath his large form.

Pervert! Belphie who watches you sleep during sleepovers while he implants sex dreams in your head using his powers. He watches you whimper and twitch with your hands between your legs as he ruts into his pillow right next to you.

Pervert! Solomon who loves to put you in accidental situations where you simply have to rely on him, especially in close proximity. The Box of Truth was just the beginning with your chest pressed up tightly against his, now he's secretly planning a trap where you both have to fuck a few times to escape.

Pervert! Simeon who secretly loses his mind every time your hands touch his exposed bare skin and looks for excuses for you to do it. Once on a dare, you had wrapped your arms around his waist and playfully bit his shoulders, and now he jerks off to it once every week.

Pervert! Diavolo who likes to seat you on his lap to help him work, feeling the softness of your cute little ass against his groin. Sometimes he'll grind against you subconsciously and then excuse it saying he's just trying to make sure you're not bored while he's thinking of ravaging you at his very desk.

Pervert! Barbatos who is just desperate to worship your body and give you more pleasure than you can handle. He is already so esctatic when you allow him to massage your back, now only if you'd let him strip you down one day.

Pervert! Thirteen who likes seeing you caught up in her traps and beg for rescue. You look so adorable pouting and huffing like that, struggling to escape as she runs an idle finger over your clothes, being a little tease.

[happy74827]

A New Moon

[Dexter Morgan x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Despite his gut telling him he shouldn’t, Dexter can’t help but fall deeper into the trap of his own emotions. And the more time he spends with you, the more he starts to realize what exactly those emotions are. {GIF Creds: beautifulguycollector}

WC: 2889

Category: Slight Lime/Spice, Friends to Lovers + Forbidden Love (if you squint) Tropes

Gotta keep this fandom alive somehow 🥲 (also… why are titles so hard to write? That and the synopsis are harder to write than the actual fic)

『••✎••』

You were too good for him. Plain and simple. You were a smart, beautiful, hard-working woman who had goals and dreams. He was a cold-blooded killer. Not to say that he hadn't been there for you, though. The two of you had been friends since… well, a while. A long while.

He couldn't quite pinpoint the moment he started to notice the changes in your relationship. It was a slow, subtle buildup, and the first time you called him your friend, Dexter thought nothing of it. The second time, it made him pause, but not enough for him to consider what the implications of you saying that to him could mean.

But when you said it again and again and again, he realized the meaning behind your words, the affection they held. Dexter couldn't say that he was particularly close to many people. There were a select few he'd consider his friends, but he wasn’t emotionally invested in any of them. And he didn't think he was invested in you, either.

But maybe he was.

Debs was different, and it made him question how much he was supposed to care about someone. But that was his sister, the one person in the world who loved him unconditionally. That reason alone made his relationship with Deb unique. He was sure of that.

The same went with Brian—his brother, as it turned out. And Harrison, his son. Dexter felt things for those people, but they were different. Those were family, the people he was genetically tied to. Of course, he would care about them.

But you weren't family, and yet he still cared about you. It was a different kind of caring. And it was confusing. Dexter had convinced himself for years that he was a high-functioning sociopath, but lately…

Lately, he was beginning to question if that was true. Simple glances from you could bring an unwelcome smile to his lips. And when he heard the sound of your voice, he could feel his chest getting warm. It was a nice feeling, something he'd only experienced briefly with Rita, but then, that relationship was different too.

It was hard to put his finger on it, but being with you was just… easy. And it didn't feel like work. There was no pretending. Dexter didn't have to act when he was around you. He didn't need to try to be someone he wasn't. It was the real him.

It was terrifying.

Because now, as he sat on your couch, watching as you moved gracefully around your small apartment, the feeling was back, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

He should have been home with Harrison, but the little boy was staying over at Debra’s tonight, so he didn't have any responsibilities. The passenger within him didn’t see it as a problem either, considering he’d just recently “disposed" his latest target.

It was nice, Dexter decided, to relax every once in a while. Work and family didn't give him a lot of opportunities to do so, and now that the two were temporarily taken care of, he felt he deserved to be lazy for a bit.

You didn’t have a TV in your living room, so the two of you settled for movies. Dexter didn’t really have a preference for them. He could watch a comedy, action, drama, or horror and not feel strongly for or against any of them.

Apparently, you didn't mind what he watched either because he could see the spark of excitement in your eyes when you pulled out the case for one of the worst comedy films Dexter had ever seen.

He'd seen it before. Not with you, one of the movies Vince shoved down his throat when he planned a night out with him, Angel, and Quinn.

It wasn't his favorite, not by a long shot, but the grin on your face and the way you eagerly skipped to the DVD player, set the disk inside, and closed the hatch made him bite his tongue.

Dexter had learned a long time ago that you were a very expressive person. And even though most of the time your feelings weren't displayed on your face, your eyes told another story. Such opposites to his own, Dexter often found himself fascinated by the light they held.

You had a passion for life that was rare, and it drew him in. It was a quality he lacked, and he could see it in everything you did. Whether it was talking about the newest book you read or making coffee, you put all of yourself into your actions.

It was something that Dexter had never understood. How could you have such a strong sense of self? Didn't it get tiring, having to live up to a standard of being so… so good?

But then again, you'd always been better than him. He might’ve been smarter in some regards, but what was intelligence if it didn't come from a place of morality? You were better, purer than him. He knew it, and everyone else did, too, even if they weren’t aware of how pure he wasn’t

That's why this was so wrong. This thing that had been going on for the past couple of months between the two of you. The subtle touches, the longing stares, the late-night calls. It was all wrong.

You were similar to Rita in some ways. You were kind and compassionate, always looking for the good in others. You had a knack for taking care of people, whether they needed it or not.

Dexter could tell that was your nature, and it was one of the things that initially attracted him to you. All the things he lacked, you had. But that didn't mean that you could replace Rita. He didn’t want you to.

And that was the difference. While he may have found qualities in you that resembled the ones he'd found in Rita, you were not her. Rita was gone, and it was his fault. She didn’t deserve to die, and yet she did. She deserved to grow old, to see Harrison grow up.

She deserved better.

The same went for you. You didn’t deserve a monster like him. The more he thought about it, the more he came to the conclusion that he should stay away. It was for the best of both of you.

And yet he was here. On your couch, watching a shitty movie and drinking the beer you'd offered him. Because, despite his efforts, he couldn't keep his distance from you.

He should've known. When it came to you, Dexter didn't have a choice.

His gaze drifted over to your form as you sat down beside him. You were smiling, your eyes bright and focused on the television. A lock of hair fell across your face, and you pushed it back, the sleeve of your hoodie falling down slightly.

Dexter had never been so tempted to reach out and touch someone in his life.

It was a feeling that had been creeping up on him the last few weeks, and now, sitting with you, watching a bad movie, it was at an all-time high. He'd never craved intimacy. But there was something about you, a pull that he couldn't deny.

It gave him a sick feeling in his stomach. Reminded him of that need with Lila. God, Lila. What a mess that had turned out to be. Another thing to add to his growing list of mistakes.

And yet, the longer he stared, the more he found himself leaning forward. He didn’t register what he was doing until his lips were a hair width away from yours.

You froze but didn't move away. The only indication that you were startled was the widening of your eyes. They bored into his, unflinching. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

He was scared. Scared? Yes. That was what he was feeling. Why? He didn't know. Fear was new. It was a feeling reserved for Deb and sometimes his son, but even then, it was different.

But as Dexter gazed at you, so close and so beautiful, the fear melted away. It was replaced by a warmth that he was quickly becoming familiar with. It made his body thrum and his blood rush. It made him feel alive.

You were the first one to make a move. Well, not really a move, just the smallest shift forward, and then you were breathing the same air as him. You weren't kissing. You were just… waiting. Waiting for him to make the final move.

It was like an unspoken rule between the two of you, the power dynamic. He was the dominant one, and you were the submissive. You had never fought against it. You were a people pleaser, and he knew that.

It was one of the reasons he knew this was wrong. Because he couldn't stop, and you would never ask him to. Even now, as he hesitated, you waited patiently. You trusted him.

Why did you have to trust him? Why couldn't you be more selfish, more like him?

But deep down, Dexter knew that it wasn't your nature. You couldn't change, not any more than he could.

So, after another agonizing second, he closed the distance between you.

It was gentle, the way his lips pressed against yours. A stark contrast to the usual forcefulness he applied when taking his victims. No, with you, he was careful. Almost timid.

Your lips were soft and smooth, and the kiss was sweet. Nothing more than a simple caress. Dexter didn’t expect the tingling sensation it would cause, but the slight brush of your mouth sent shivers down his spine.

The kiss was short and chaste, but it was enough to leave him feeling dizzy. The heat spread through him, from the tips of his toes all the way to his cheeks.

Dexter pulled back, and you stared at him. His breath hitched in his throat at the look in your eyes. There was something there, something that mirrored his own emotions.

Was it possible? Was he really capable of such intense emotion?

Maybe he was.

You didn’t move. It was like time had stopped, and the only sound that could be heard was his own uneven breathing. That, and the movie playing in the background, which was forgotten as soon as your lips touched.

The urge to reach out and grab you was there. He could feel the need deep in his bones, in his soul. But instead, Dexter sat, staring. Staring into the eyes of the woman who had somehow managed to break down all the walls he'd spent his life building.

You didn't speak. There was nothing to say. No words could describe the feelings that had surfaced between the two of you. So, instead, you smiled. A simple, beautiful smile that had him feeling weak.

He could have stayed there forever, just looking at you, taking in the beauty that was you. It was a new experience for him, and it was nice.

“Debra is going to be pissed," you finally said, breaking the silence. “I’ll be bullied into telling her every detail."

He blinked. Once. Twice. Then, his lips curled up in amusement. It was true. Eventually, she’ll figure it out. Maybe she already knew but was waiting for confirmation. Debra was good at figuring out things, even if it wasn’t the most obvious answer.

His sister was good at a lot of things, like being a detective. And, apparently, being an interfering matchmaking nuisance.

At least she wouldn’t call you the things she called Lila.

The thought made him chuckle, and you looked at him in confusion, but it would have to stay a mystery to you. For what was life without a few private jokes between siblings, right?

You didn’t press for answers, though. You did what you’ve always done and waited for him—waited for him as if it was his turn in Chess.

And he did the only thing he could think to do. He kissed you again. And again. And again. And again. Until he had you pinned beneath him, your arms around his neck, and your breath coming out in heavy gasps.

The kisses were still innocent, just as you were. But he could feel the passion behind them, the hunger. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt that. It had been a long, long time.

But the longer he kissed you, the more the heat grew, and soon, he was lost in the sensation. Your hands found their way into his hair, and you tugged at the strands. His heart was racing, and the sound of his own ragged breathing filled his ears.

It was exhilarating.

Your lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip inside, and the innocence was gone. Replaced by a desire that left him trembling. The feeling of your tongue against his, the taste of you on his lips, the smell of your shampoo mixed with your unique scent—it was all intoxicating.

The movie continued to play in the background, forgotten as you pulled him closer. The warmth in his chest intensified, and Dexter didn't fight it. Instead, he embraced it. He gave in to his emotions and let himself feel.

He didn’t go too far; he knew you weren't ready for that yet. The craving was there, and it was strong, but the moment wasn’t right. Instead, he satisfied himself by touching your skin, mapping out every inch of it, memorizing the way it felt under his fingertips.

And, when you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, he held onto you, refusing to let go. His eyes searched yours, searching for something. Anything. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but whatever it was, he didn’t find it.

He mostly saw fear, anger, and some regret when he had them pinned down beneath him. Of course, that was usually the case with his victims. Fear, anger, and regret were normal emotions—a reaction to being trapped by their own demise.

Having someone look up at him with emotions on the other side of the spectrum was different. Not a bad different, just... different.

Rita had been the first to look at him like that. Lumen did, too, once upon a time. And Lila, well, her emotions were never consistent.

But you? You looked up at him with an expression that was all too familiar and yet not quite the same. Your eyes were full of affection and desire, yes. But they were also filled with something else. Something he couldn't place.

Something he couldn’t understand.

"Dex,” your voice was so soft, a whisper. He almost didn’t hear it, and yet, he felt it. He felt the way his name rolled off your tongue, and it was like music to his ears.

"Yeah?" he whispered back. He didn’t know why he did that; it wasn't like the two of you were speaking in a library or something. Maybe it was the way the light danced in your eyes, the way the colors reflected off the white walls, casting an ethereal glow.

"I didn’t expect you to be… like this," you murmured. You ran a finger over his cheek, down to his jawline. He swallowed thickly. He could feel his pulse quicken.

"Like what?" he asked, his voice rough.

"Not bad," you replied. Your lips curved up, and his eyes were drawn to them. They were red and swollen from kissing, and it was such a contrast to the pale skin of your face.

"You think I'm not bad?" he said, raising his brows. "I'm flattered."

You shook your head. "You know what I mean," you said. "I just meant that you're different than how you come off. I didn’t think you'd be so... bold.”

He snorted.

Bold.

If you only knew.

"I guess I'm full of surprises," he said, smirking. You rolled your eyes and punched him lightly in the shoulder, only for him to catch it and press a kiss to the back of your hand. It was something he picked up from a movie once, and it seemed to be a pretty romantic gesture. And by the look on your face, it seemed to be appreciated.

You didn't say anything else. You didn't have to. There was nothing else to say. The two of you simply enjoyed each other's company, content to just be together. The movie might've been a failure, but the night wasn’t.

And when Dexter finally left, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Not the type of relief he felt after a successful kill, but the type of relief one feels after a burden is lifted off their shoulders. The type of relief one gets when they are finally honest with themselves.

Rita was gone. Lumen was gone. And although his guilt and shame were still there, his self-loathing and fear were slowly starting to fade away. It wasn't gone, it was never going to be, but it was a start.

A fresh start.

A new beginning.

A new moon.

Yes, tonight was the night that changed everything. Tonight, Dexter Morgan learned that maybe he was more than the monster he thought he was.

[theemporium]

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16. massaging them

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“Oh fuck, that’s the spot.”

You couldn’t help but snort, the noise joyful and bashful. “Shut up, I have neighbours!”

“Not my fault you’ve got hands crafted by the gods themselves,” Lando retorted, his words slightly muffled by the way he buried his face in one of your pillows. “It feels good. I might have to replace Jon with you.” 

“I’ll pass,” you laughed, shaking your head in amusement even if he couldn’t see. “You seem like a needy client.” 

He let out a high-pitched noise of complaint. “I’m a fucking delight, I’ll have you know.” 

“Yeah, that’s exactly why you barged into my apartment demanding a massage,” you replied, sarcasm dripping from your words. 

It was only partially an exaggeration to the truth. 

With summer break in full swing, it meant that Lando finally had time to relax and step away from the crazy, intense world that is Formula One. It meant he had time to spend with his family and friends that he didn’t usually get during the season, even when they came to race weekends. It meant he could pretend to feel a little normal, even if his life was far from it.

Except for the fact he still had to train like a Formula One driver. 

Which he was insistent he could do without the help of Jon. He insisted the man deserved a break of his own, to enjoy his vacation before they had to return to Woking later in the month. He insisted he would be able to follow his routine without the man watching over him. 

And he could do it. He just forgot the aftermath of it all, which was how he came storming into your apartment after his latest workout, whining and complaining about how stiff and sore he felt. And somewhere in his complaining, you agreed to do Jon’s job for him. 

“People don’t complain this much about helping their friends,” Lando commented, turning his head to the side so his cheek was squished against your pillow and his words were no longer muffled.

“People also don’t sound like they are filming a bad porno when they are getting a massage,” you shot back, finding some pleasure in the way Lando’s cheeks burned pink at your words. 

“Please,” he huffed out, clearing his throat in bed. He tried to stay light-hearted, playful, jokey. He tried to focus on the banter, rather than the way your hands felt across his skin. “This isn’t even close to what I sound like in bed.” 

“I know.” 

“I sound so—” He paused, his brows furrowing as he processed your response before snapping his head back to look at you. “What do you mean, you know?” 

“Carlos was your teammate,” you shrugged, trying to bite back your smile. “And he was always in the room next to you in hotels. He’s heard some stuff.” 

“I—” Lando tried to speak but words failed him. Memories flashed through his mind, nights he had spent in his hotel room alone. Nights where his hand was wrapped around himself with you on his mind and your name on his lips and—

“I’m kidding!” You laughed, unaware of his internal dilemma as you pushed him back down on the bed, your hands smoothing along the backs of his shoulders. “Carlos didn’t hear shit. I’m just winding you up.” 

“Pfft, yeah, I knew that,” Lando laughed nervously, his heart hammering in his chest despite your reassurance. “Carlos wishes he knew what I sounded like in bed.” 

“More like you wished you knew what he sounded like,” you snorted. “Your crush on Carlos wasn’t subtle.” 

“Yeah,” he murmured, burying his face into your pillow once again. “My crush on Carlos. Totally. That was it.”

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[sky-is-the-limit]

P: Neighbour!Gaz x F!Reader

CW: SFW/NSFW, Mirror sex

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would first meet you when you’re stuck on the pavement, surrounded by heavy boxes after the moving truck leaves. You hadn’t thought to call friends or family for help, stupid idea but when you see the most strikingly handsome man jogging back towards the building, all sweaty and built like he was carved from stone, you think about asking him.

Before you can even open your mouth, he’s already offering, his voice smooth and his smile so genuine you can’t help but say yes. He lifts the boxes like they’re nothing, muscles flexing under the sweat and you catch the scent of his cologne, wondering how a man drenched in sweat can still smell so good. When he hears "Flat 3B" he tries to play it cool, but his eyes give it away anyway, especially when he unlocks the door right next to yours.

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would find every excuse to drop by your flat, borrowing sugar or asking if you’ve seen his non-existent cat named Catniss. Every time he knocks, it’s perfectly timed to catch him shirtless after a workout, his body gleaming and muscles tense.

He’d lean against the doorframe, a teasing smirk on his lips as he watches you try not to stare, clearly flustered. You try to keep your cool, but he’s already thinking of all the ways he’d have you in front of a mirror so he can break you down into a shameless mess.

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would take note of your subtle hints, like when your eyes linger a little too long on his lips or when you try to hide that shy smile whenever he’s around. It’s enough to get him thinking of ways to get closer to you, like inviting you over to watch a new film that just came out or needing help with an online order.

He’d sit closer than necessary on the couch, stealing glances at you instead of watching the screen, his attention entirely on the way your body shifts, the way you breathe when you’re near him.

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would not-so-casually invite you over for dinner, using some of his best recipes just to see that smile of yours brighten his entire kitchen. He’d tease you with smart remarks and cheeky compliments, watching how you respond with every word, every laugh.

And when you’d bake him something as a thank you, he’d devour every bite, even if it broke his strict diet because seeing you pleased and knowing he’d done something right was worth every single calorie.

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would get lost in his thoughts sometimes, especially when you’re standing there, asking if he needed anything. All he’d be thinking about is you bent over his counter or laid out on his bed, hands pinned above your head. You’d have to ask again to snap him out of it and he’d clear his throat, quickly making up an excuse for knocking on your door at 10 p.m. Nasty habit.

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would finally take the chance one late evening, showing up at your door with that signature sly smile. "Could use some company.." he'd say and you'd end up once again in his living room, sitting close in front of the TV. Nothing out of the ordinary except his arm that would stretch along the back, fingers casually brushing your shoulder, lingering just a bit too long to be innocent.

Slowly, his hand would drift lower, fingertips grazing your arm before settling on your knee, his thumb tracing lazy circles and when you don’t pull away, his hand would slide up to your thigh, squeezing gently.

The tension would build with every touch and when you finally look at him and say, ''Are you gonna kiss me or what?'' his pupils would widen, that grin no longer on his lips. He’d lean in, breath warm against your skin and whisper, ''You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.''

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would put two mirrors in his bedroom, one facing the foot of his bed and another across from the dresser. He’d say that he has them there for 'practicality' but the moment he realized how perfectly they captured every angle of you, he couldn't help but plan for more. He’d be grinning like he won the lottery when he saw how you blushed upon noticing the placements, realizing exactly what he intended to do with them.

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would slide his hands up from your hips, gripping you tightly as he presses his naked chest against your bare back and carefully slide inside you, feeling every inch of his cock as it enters your tight, dripping cunt. "Look at us.." he'd whisper against your ear, low and commanding.

As he thrusts deeper, you’d experience the thick, hard length of him filling you inch by inch, stretching you to accommodate his size. Every centimeter would press against your sensitive walls, the slight resistance melting away as he sinks in and his hand would snake around to massage your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

He'd laugh as your mascara runs and your lips part in a messy gasp, saliva dripping down your chin. "Don’t look away." He’d order, his free hand trailing up your throat, keeping you and your gaze in place.

With every thrust, he’d grip you tighter, hips slamming into the soft, sensitive flesh of your ass with a rhythmic force that makes you whimper, your body trembling as he drives you closer and closer to climax. "Look at what you do to me.. What I'm doing to you."

➳Neighbour!Gaz who would then turn you around and hoist you up onto the dresser, his hands strong beneath your thighs, spreading you open as he wraps them around his waist.

He’d watch your expression in the two reflections facing each other before his lips meet yours in a hungry, messy kiss, teeth grazing your bottom lip, pulling it back until you're gasping for air. ''I’ve never seen anyone look so perfect, so fucked out-'' He’d pant, voice breaking with the effort of keeping control. ''Fuck- baby, you’re taking me so well-''

He’d thrust deep and hard, each powerful drive of his hips making your tits bounce with every movement, back muscles flexing with every push inside you. His teeth would scrape your neck, marking up the skin as he moves faster, persistent in his pace, savoring every moan and cry. When you’re both breathless and spent, he'd murmur with a gentle smile, "Think we might need one on the ceiling next, love."

[pedroscowgirl]

Unspoken desires

hugh jackman x afab!reader

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI!

age gap (reader 20s, hugh is 55), angst (no bad stuff), p in v , creampie (wrap it up), choking, talking about feelings, daddy issues (again)

Words: 5.1k

A/N: You can read this separately but i imagined this as a part 2 of this fic that i wrote :) enjoy! (i have so much hugh in my concepts it's bad)

MASTERLIST

Weeks had drifted by since you and Hugh first began your casual sleeping together, and what had once been a whirlwind of passion had gradually settled into something more routine. The excitement of your initial encounters had softened into a comfortable familiarity. The chemistry was still there, moments together still brought a sense of warmth and pleasure but the raw spark that had once set your skin on fire was slowly dimming. You found yourself wondering if Hugh felt it too, or if he was simply going along with the flow, just as you were.

Today, you were set to see Hugh again, but this time it wasn’t just a private rendezvous. Instead of meeting privately, you were headed to a small gathering at his apartment to celebrate the overwhelming success of the Deadpool and Wolverine movie, which had just hit theatres and shattered expectations at the box office. It was a big moment for Hugh, and he was proud of the film, so when he invited you to join in the celebration, you didn’t hesitate.

Choosing an outfit for the occasion felt like a delicate balance,you wanted to look stunning, but also to pay homage to Hugh’s iconic role. After sifting through your closet, you decided on a little black dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. It was simple yet elegant, with gold accents that gleamed under the light, a subtle nod to the yellow of Wolverine's costume. You paired it with matching accessories,a gold bracelet, earrings that caught the light, and heels that made you feel confident with each step. As you applied the finishing touches to your makeup, you couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation mixed with a hint of uncertainty. This was more than just another night together, it was an event, a step into his world, however small.

When you finally arrived at Hugh’s apartment, the evening air was cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth you felt when you thought of seeing him. As you stood at his door, you took a deep breath, willing yourself to enjoy the night no matter what. The door swung open, revealing Hugh dressed casually but impeccably, his smile as charming as ever. The sight of him sent a familiar flutter through your chest, but as you leaned in to greet him with a kiss on the mouth, a gesture that had become natural between you, but he shifted slightly, his lips brushing against your cheek instead. It was a small, almost imperceptible movement, but it caught you off guard. The kiss on the cheek was friendly, almost distant, and you couldn’t help but feel a sting of disappointment. It was as if the shift you had sensed over the past weeks was crystallizing in this single moment.

Hugh pulled you into a warm hug, his hand lingering on your back, but the initial awkwardness of the missed kiss lingered in the air. As you stepped inside, you noticed the apartment was already buzzing with energy. Laughter echoed from the living room, where a few of Hugh’s close friends, including Ryan and Blake, were already gathered, drinks in hand. The atmosphere was lively, the kind of joyous occasion that should have made you feel welcome and at ease, but instead, a small seed of doubt had taken root in your mind.

You knew Hugh was a private person, especially when it came to his relationships. He hadn’t told anyone about the two of you—not even Ryan and Blake, who were like family to him. It wasn’t hard to understand why. Hugh had confided in you once, in a quiet moment after you’d made love, that he sometimes felt self-conscious about the age gap between you. He’d joked about being “too old” for you, but there had been a seriousness in his eyes that told you it wasn’t just a passing thought. It was something that lingered at the back of his mind, and now, it seemed like that insecurity was starting to manifest in small, subtle ways.

Despite the initial awkwardness, you resolved not to let it ruin the night. This was Hugh’s moment to shine, and you were determined to be there for him. You pushed the doubts aside, telling yourself that there was no need to overthink things. After all, this was supposed to be a celebration, not a night to get lost in your thoughts. You grabbed a glass of champagne from the counter, smiling at Hugh as you joined the others in the living room. The conversation flowed easily, and soon, you found yourself laughing along with the group, the earlier tension beginning to fade into the background.

As the night wore on, you caught glimpses of Hugh across the room, his eyes occasionally meeting yours with a softness that reassured you, if only a little. There were moments when he would come over, resting his hand on your shoulder or leaning in to share a private joke, and for those brief intervals, it felt like nothing had changed. But then he would pull away, drawn back into the conversation with his friends, and you were left wondering if he was purposely keeping a distance, or if you were just imagining it.

Even more time passed, and you found yourself deep in conversation with one of the crew members from the film. The discussion was engaging, he was sharing behind-the-scenes stories about the production, and you were genuinely interested, laughing at the amusing anecdotes he recounted. But despite the lively conversation, a part of your attention remained elsewhere. You couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had lingered since your arrival.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of Hugh across the room. He was standing with a small group, his handsome face lit up with that familiar, heart-melting smile of his. But what caught your attention wasn’t the smile itself, it was the person he was smiling at. Beside him was a stunning blonde woman, who looked to be in her late forties. She was effortlessly elegant, with a confidence that matched her beauty. As she spoke, Hugh laughed, his deep, warm laughter carrying across the room. But it was the way he looked at her that made your heart drop. There was a softness in his gaze, an ease that you hadn’t seen in him in a while.

A pang of jealousy surged through you, sharp and unexpected. You knew you had no right to feel this way. Hugh was a free man now, having finalized his divorce about a year ago. It had been a difficult time for him, and you had been there to support him, offering comfort when he needed it. But now, seeing him with someone else, that rational understanding faded into the background, replaced by a raw, unfiltered emotion. You couldn’t help it, you loved him. It wasn’t something you had intended or even expected when you first started seeing each other, but the more time you spent with Hugh, the more you realized just how deep your feelings ran.

It felt strange, almost surreal, to acknowledge it to yourself. Hugh was a man who seemed to have it all—charm, good looks, kindness, and a genuine warmth that made people feel at ease around him. He was sweet to everyone, always the gentleman, and his sincerity was what drew you to him in the first place. How could anyone not fall in love with him? But knowing this didn’t make it any easier to watch him with someone else, especially when the woman beside him was clearly just as taken by his charisma as you were.

You watched as she leaned in closer to him, her hand resting lightly on his muscular arm, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt. The sight made your stomach twist into knots. It was a casual touch, nothing overtly intimate, but it spoke volumes. Hugh didn’t pull away,instead, he smiled down at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way you found so endearing. For a moment, you couldn’t breathe, the room closing in around you as your mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions—jealousy, insecurity, fear. Did she know him better than you did? Was she someone from his past, or perhaps someone new who had caught his eye? The questions swirled in your head, unanswered and tormenting.

You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder, pulling you out of your thoughts. One of the people in your conversation circle was looking at you with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice cutting through the noise in your mind. You forced a smile and nodded quickly as you tried to gather yourself. “I’m fine,” you managed to say, even though the words felt empty. But the last thing you wanted was to draw attention to yourself, especially when you were struggling to keep your emotions in check.

“Excuse me,” you added hastily, your voice barely steady. You needed to get away, to find a place where you could breathe and collect your thoughts. But the walls of the apartment seemed to be closing in on you, the lively chatter and laughter around you becoming overwhelming. And without waiting for a response, you turned and made your way toward the bathroom, your steps quickening as you navigated through the crowded room.

As you closed the bathroom door behind you, the noise of the party was muffled, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You leaned against the sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror with your heart still pounding in your chest. The image staring back at you was composed on the surface, but you could see the cracks just beneath, the vulnerability that you had been trying so hard to hide. It was hard to reconcile the feelings that had surged within you tonight. You hadn’t expected to feel so strongly, but now that you did, it was impossible to ignore.

The truth was, you didn’t just care about Hug, you were in love with him. And seeing him with someone else, seeing that look in his eyes that used to be directed at you, was a painful reminder that whatever you had was complicated and perhaps not as secure as you had hoped. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and tried to calm the storm of emotions inside you. You knew you couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever, but for now, it was a safe haven where you could relax and decide how to face the rest of the night.

After a few minutes, you splashed some cool water on your face, hoping it would help clear your mind. The mirror reflected your slightly dampened makeup, but you quickly touched it up, not wanting anyone to see any sign of distress. You told yourself that tonight was about celebrating Hugh’s success, not about your complicated feelings. You could deal with those later, when you were alone and away from the prying eyes of his friends and colleagues.

When you finally felt composed enough to rejoin the party, you took one last deep breath and opened the bathroom door. The lively sounds of the gathering filled your ears again, and as you stepped back into the main room, you scanned the crowd, trying to locate Hugh without being too obvious.

And after trying to push through the rest of the evening with forced smiles and half-hearted conversations, you reached your breaking point. It was too much—the tension, the uncertainty, the way Hugh seemed so comfortable with someone else while you were left questioning everything. You decided you needed to get out of there, to put some distance between you and whatever this was becoming before you snapped in front of everyone.

Without saying a word, you started making your way toward the door, weaving through the remaining guests. You had almost reached the exit when you felt a strong hand wrap around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You turned sharply to find Hugh standing behind you, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of confusion.

“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice low but firm, clearly sensing that something was wrong.

You pulled your wrist from his grip, trying to avoid his gaze as you muttered, “I need some air.”

But Hugh wasn’t letting you go that easily. He stepped closer, his presence demanding your attention. “What’s going on? You’ve been acting strange all night. Talk to me.”

You didn’t want to talk. You didn’t want to admit what was really bothering you, especially when you knew you had no right to feel this way. But the frustration that had been building inside you all evening finally boiled over. You spun around to face him, your eyes flashing with anger.

“Nothing’s wrong, Hugh. I just need to get out of here, okay?” The words came out sharper than you intended, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was to leave before you said something you couldn’t take back.

Hugh frowned, not buying your answer for a second. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s really going on,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. He reached for your hand again, this time holding it more gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing gesture that only made you more frustrated.

You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened just enough to keep you from leaving. “Hugh, just let me go,” you snapped, but he didn’t budge.

“Come with me,” he said quietly, his voice firm but gentle as he guided you toward the hallway that led to his bedroom. You followed him, more out of exasperation than anything else, knowing that this conversation wasn’t something you couldn’t avoid any longer.

Once inside his room, Hugh closed the door behind you, shutting out the noise of the party. The silence between you was thick with tension as you stood there, your arms crossed, staring at the floor. Hugh watched you, waiting for you to speak, but when you didn’t, he finally broke the silence.

“Why are you so upset?” he asked, his voice softer now, as if trying to coax the truth out of you.

You clenched your jaw, still refusing to meet his eyes. “I’m not upset,” you lied, the words bitter on your tongue. “I just… I just don’t want to be here right now.”

Hugh sighed, stepping closer until he was right in front of you. He reached out, placing a hand on your chin and gently lifting your face so you were forced to look at him. “I know you better than that. What’s really going on?”

His concern and tenderness only made you angrier. You wanted to push him away, to run out of the room and forget this whole night ever happened. But the emotions you had been holding back finally broke free, and before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out.

“I saw you with her, Hugh!” you burst out, your voice shaking with frustration and hurt. “That woman, you were laughing with her, looking at her like she was the only person in the room. And I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. I can’t help it.”

Hugh’s eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered, his expression softening as he realized what had been bothering you. “You think… you think I’m interested in her?” he asked, disbelief colouring his tone.

You didn’t answer, but your silence spoke volumes. Hugh let out a breath, running a hand through his hair as he tried to process what you were saying. “She’s just a friend,” he said, his voice calm but insistent. “There’s nothing going on between us. I was just being friendly,” Hugh said, his tone dismissive.

You let out a sigh, your eyes narrowing as you locked onto his. “I know what your 'friendly' looks like, Hugh. I’ve seen you flirt before.” He hesitated, the realization of your words sinking in. Finally, he sighed, admitting, “Alright, maybe I was flirting a little. But there’s nothing official between us, for fucks sake I’m twice your age, so why does it bother you so much?” His voice carried a hint of annoyance as he met your gaze, clearly frustrated.

And as the heated exchange between you and Hugh unfolded in his bedroom, the air thick with tension and unspoken emotions, Hugh took a deep breath, attempting to steady himself. Instead of matching your rising anger, he opted for a calmer approach, his voice measured and gentle.

"Listen," he began, his eyes searching yours earnestly. "I never meant to hurt you. I just thought... given our age difference, that this was something light, something fun for both of us. You have your entire life ahead of you. You should be out there, enjoying yourself, experiencing things with people your own age. Building a future with someone who can match your energy, your plans, your dreams."

His words felt like a cold splash of water, momentarily drowning the flames of your anger. But soon, a different kind of heat rose within you,a mix of hurt and disbelief. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you struggled to process his confession.

"So, you think this is just a fling for me?" you choked out, voice quivering. "That I'm just... passing time with you until someone my age comes along?"

Hugh looked pained, but he held your gaze. "I just didn't want to hold you back. I thought keeping things casual was best for both of us."

A tear escaped, trailing down your cheek. "Hugh, you idiot," you whispered, voice breaking. "I don't care about your age. I don't care about any of that. I care about you. Can't you see that?"

He reached out, gently wiping the tear from your face with his thumb. "I just didn't want to be the reason you missed out on experiences, on opportunities."

You shook your head intensely. "The only thing I'd miss out on is being with you. Can't you understand that? It's not about age or experiences. It's about how I feel when I'm with you."

Before you could even form another sentence, Hugh's lips crashed onto yours with a passion that sent a jolt of electricity through your entire body. His kiss was intense, all-consuming, and filled with a hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. You could feel the urgency in the way he held you, his hands gripping your waist tightly as if he never wanted to let go.

Without breaking the kiss, Hugh swept you off your feet, his strong arms effortlessly lifting you from the floor. You clung to him, your heart pounding in your chest as he carried you over to the bed. There was something primal in his movements, a raw need that resonated deep within you. He laid you down with a surprising gentleness, as though you were the most precious thing in the world.

His hands moved to the zipper of your little black dress, slowly drawing it down with a deliberate precision that made your breath catch in your throat. The dress slipped down your shoulders, exposing your skin to the cool air, and he paused to admire the sight of you, his eyes darkening with desire. His fingers brushed over the bare skin of your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine as the dress slid further down your body, finally pooling around your hips before he removed it entirely.

You were now laid bare before him, and the way he looked at you made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. He began to undress himself, his movements quick and sure, until his clothes lay discarded on the floor. The sight of him standing there, naked and aroused, was enough to make your mouth go dry. His body was a masterpiece, every muscle perfectly defined, his skin stretched over a frame that was the epitome of masculine perfection.

No matter how many times you had seen him like this, it never failed to take your breath away. He was all hard lines and powerful muscles, his presence dominating the room in a way that made you feel both safe and utterly desired. Why would you ever want anyone else when this man was right here?

Hugh’s eyes roamed over your body, drinking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin. There was a possessiveness in his gaze, an intensity that made your pulse race. He climbed onto the bed, his hands finding your body as he began to explore you with his lips. He started at your neck, his mouth hot and wet against your skin as he kissed his way down to your collarbone. He took his time, savouring each kiss, each caress, as if he wanted to memorize the taste and feel of you.

When his lips reached your thighs, he paused, lifting his gaze to meet yours. The look in his eyes was nothing short of predatory, and it sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through you. He leaned down, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and then he bit down, just hard enough to leave a mark. You gasped at the sensation, your body tensing in response as a wave of heat pooled in your core.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours as he ran his tongue over the mark he had just made. “This is all mine, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice a low, possessive growl.

A whimper escaped your lips as you nodded, your voice trembling with need. “Yes, it’s all yours.”

A satisfied smirk curled his lips, and he didn’t waste another moment. He positioned himself between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs as he lined himself up with your entrance. He paused for a moment, just long enough to let the anticipation build, before slowly pushing inside. The sensation of him filling you was indescribable, a perfect blend of pleasure and intimacy that made your breath catch in your throat.

He moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm at first, each thrust deep and measured, as if he wanted to savour every moment of being inside you. The way he moved, the way he filled you, it was as if he was made for you, fitting perfectly into every curve, every inch of you. Your body responded to his in kind, your hips rising to meet his as you moaned softly, lost in the sensation of him moving inside you.

Hugh’s hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer with each thrust as he set a steady pace. His mouth found yours again, kissing you with a passion that left you breathless. The kiss was deep, his tongue exploring your mouth in time with his movements, and it only served to heighten the pleasure coursing through your body. The connection between you was electric, a tangible bond that made every touch, every kiss, feel like fire on your skin.

As the intensity grew, he shifted slightly, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder to angle himself even deeper inside you. The new position made you gasp, your nails digging into his strong, muscular arm as the pleasure became almost unbearable. He watched your reaction with a mix of satisfaction and desire, clearly enjoying the way he was making you feel.

“Look at me, baby,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Look at me while I make you feel good.”

You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was nearly too much to bear, but it made your heart race even faster. His thrusts grew more urgent, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The pressure was building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with every movement, until you were teetering on the edge of release.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, his hand moved to your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. The sensation was intoxicating, the mixture of dominance and desire sending you spiraling closer to the edge.

“Cum on my dick, babygirl. Now,” he growled, his voice thick with authority and desire.

It was as if your body responded to his command on instinct. Your orgasm crashed over you with a force that left you trembling, your entire body shuddering as waves of pleasure rippled through you. You cried out, the sound escaping your lips before you could stop it, but Hugh quickly shushed you, his grip on your throat tightening slightly.

“Quiet, baby,” he murmured, his voice still rough with desire. “There are people here.”

But before you could fully recover from the intensity of your orgasm, he moved again, flipping you over and pulling you on top of him. His strength was evident as he guided you effortlessly, positioning you so that you were straddling him. “Ride me,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

Your legs were shaky, still trembling from the powerful orgasm, but he was there to support you. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you as you lowered yourself onto him once again. The sensation of him filling you was overwhelming, but he held you steady, his strong arms lifting you up and down as if you weighed nothing.

As you rode him, he kept his hands on your thighs, his grip firm and possessive. The pleasure built again quickly, the intensity of the position driving you both closer to the edge. You could feel him tensing beneath you, his muscles tightening as he neared his own release.

Just as you were about to cum again, he gripped your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh as he thrust up into you with a powerful, final movement. “Fuck, I love you,” he groaned, the words spilling out in a raw, primal cry as he came deep inside you.

The confession sent you over the edge once more, your body shuddering as another powerful orgasm ripped through you. You collapsed against him, breathless and spent, as the reality of his words sunk in. He loved you.

As the intensity of the moment slowly faded, you both lay there, breathing heavily, your bodies still tangled together. The reality of what had just happened, Hugh's confession of love, the intensity of your connection, began to sink in, and you found yourself overwhelmed with a mixture of emotions. You could feel his heart beating against your chest, the rhythmic thud steadying you as you processed everything.

Hugh’s arms remained wrapped around you, his hold strong yet gentle, as if he was afraid to let you go. He hadn’t said anything since his declaration, and you could feel the tension in the air. There was a vulnerability in the way he held you, as if he was waiting for your response, unsure of what you might say.

You lifted your head slightly, looking up at him. His eyes met yours, and in them, you saw a mix of worry and hope, emotions that mirrored your own. He reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender.

“I didn’t mean to say that,” he murmured softly, his voice still a little rough from the intensity of the moment. “It just… slipped out.”

You could see the uncertainty in his eyes, and it tugged at your heart. Hugh wasn’t the type to open up easily to you, to let his guard down, and the fact that he had done so now, meant more than words could express. But you also knew that he was scared, scared of what loving you might mean, of the risks it entailed, of the future that could be so uncertain.

“Did you mean it?” you asked quietly, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Hugh hesitated for a moment before nodding, his gaze unwavering. “Yes,” he admitted. “I meant every word. I love you… but I didn’t want to say it like that. Not in the middle of—” He trailed off, clearly unsure of how to express himself.

You smiled softly, your heart swelling with affection for this man who had so completely captured your heart. “I love you too, Hugh,” you said, your voice filled with sincerity. “And I don’t care if it slipped out in the middle of… all that. I’m just glad you said it.”

His expression softened at your words, the tension in his body easing slightly. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment as if to seal the promise between you.

“I’ve been trying to fight it,” he admitted quietly. “I’ve been telling myself that you deserve someone younger, someone who can give you a future… but I can’t fight how I feel anymore. I want to be with you, no matter what.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at his confession, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. All the doubts and fears you had been harboring seemed to melt away, leaving only the certainty that you wanted to be with him too, no matter what challenges might lie ahead.

“Hugh, I don’t care about any of that,” you said, your voice firm despite the emotion threatening to overwhelm you. “I love you, and that’s all that matters to me. We’ll figure everything else out together.”

His eyes searched yours, as if looking for any sign of doubt, but all he found was your unwavering commitment. A slow, relieved smile spread across his face, and he pulled you closer, holding you tightly against him as if he never wanted to let you go.

For a long while, the two of you lay there in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the warmth of each other’s embrace. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, connected in a way that felt deeper and more meaningful than ever before.

Eventually, Hugh broke the silence, his voice low and filled with emotion. “I want to do this right,” he said softly. “I want to take you out, treat you like you deserve. I want us to build something real, something lasting.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. “I’d like that,” you replied, your voice equally soft. “But right now, I just want to stay here with you.”

Hugh chuckled, the sound deep and soothing. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, his arms tightening around you. “We have all the time in the world.”

And with that, the two of you drifted into a peaceful, contented silence, the future ahead of you no longer filled with uncertainty but with the promise of a love that was as deep and enduring as anything either of you had ever known.

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[fear-is-truth]

skin and steel ── logan howlett x f!reader

⟢ TAGS: fem!reader・age gap (reader in early twenties)・established relationship・fluff・ wc: 600.ᐟᅟ

The TV flickered in the background, the shifting images throwing brief patterns of light and shadow across the room. It wasn’t loud enough to pique your interest, just a hum of background noise that neither of you were really paying attention to. Logan had picked something random, some old black-and-white film he seemed to recognise, but it wasn’t important. The real comfort came from the the fact of being next to him, your legs tucked beneath you while his arm rested on the back of the couch.

Your fingers lightly traced the back of his hand, the rough texture of his skin familiar and comforting. Your attention was fixated on his knuckles, the place where those deadly claws could spring out with a snikt, the part of him that reminded everyone he was dangerous. But not to you. Never to you.

The age gap between you had always been something people pointed out, but Logan had never made it an issue. In fact, he was more respectful about it than anyone else in your life. He never made you feel like you were too young, too inexperienced, or that your feelings weren’t real. If anything, he was extra careful with you, always gentle despite his rough exterior. You could see it in the way he watched you, the way he listened—even if he grumbled sometimes about your stubbornness. Logan had a way of making you feel seen, understood. And you loved him for it.

“Everything okay?” His gruff voice pulled you from your reverie. He glanced down at you, noticing your fingers toying with his hand, but didn’t pull away.

“Yeah, just... thinking,” you murmured, still tracing the faint lines where his claws could emerge. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable. It was familiar, the kind of closeness you didn’t need to fill with words.

Feeling cheeky, you lifted his hand and nuzzled your cheek against his knuckles, grinning as you did so. Logan tensed for a brief moment, a reflex you were used to by now, but he didn’t pull back. He never pulled back from you.

“You trust me like that?” he quipped, his voice a low rumble. His eyes flickered with something—concern maybe, or wonder. You couldn’t tell. But you knew he was always cautious with you, always so aware of what he was capable of.

“With my life,” you replied softly, pressing your cheek against his hand again. His skin was warm, and you could feel the subtle shift of muscle beneath as he flexed slightly, always mindful of the claws that could spring from beneath the surface. A wicked thought came to mind. Without warning, you cheekily flicked out your tongue and gave his knuckles a light lick. His head snapped toward you, eyes widening in surprise, and you giggled at the reaction.

“You little—” he started, his rough voice caught between amusement and disbelief. Logan shook his head, letting out a low, exasperated chuckle, something you rarely heard from him.

“What?” you teased, trying to play innocent.

“You know what,” Logan grumbled. He was used to your antics by now, and truthfully, you knew he loved it. You were one of the few people who could pull him out of that deep, internal space where he so often lingered. He gently turned his hand, cupping your face in his large palm, his thumb brushing your cheek. He looked down at you for a long moment, his eyes dark and thoughtful. Then, with a sigh, he leaned forward just slightly, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

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[girlkisser13]

being married to spencer reid would include

• spencer is very gentle with you, not because he thinks you’re fragile, but because he loves you so much and couldn’t bear to hurt you in any way.

• the two of you have a designated "no serial killer talk" time.

• your home is filled with shelves upon shelves of books, with new ones constantly being added. spencer likes to surprise you with rare editions or books he thinks you’d love.

• spencer isn’t the most outwardly expressive, but he shows his love through small, thoughtful gestures. he leaves notes in your favorite books and brew your coffee exactly how you like it before you wake up.

• due to his work, spencer can be a bit overprotective. he’d worry about your safety but would do his best not to let it interfere with your happiness.

• spencer would cherish the quiet moments you spend together, whether it’s reading side by side, watching classic films, or simply enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence.

• the two of you have annual matching halloween costumes that somehow get exponentially better each year.

• though he’s often serious, spencer has a sharp wit and a subtle sense of humor that would come out more often around you, making you laugh when you least expect it.

• spencer is incredibly caring and would always make sure you feel loved and appreciated. he’d be attuned to your emotions and would do his best to make you feel better when you’re down.

• he overcame his hatred for driving for you but only because you got drunk with jj, emily, and penelope and needed a ride home.

• date nights with spencer range from museum visits and bookshop crawls to stargazing or attending a lecture on a topic you’re both curious about. he’d love to create unique experiences that align with both your interests.

• SOO many coffee dates.

• though he might not be overly demonstrative in public, in private, spencer is incredibly affectionate. he’d hold your hand while reading, leave gentle kisses on your forehead, and give you reassuring hugs after a long day.

• he calls you before each flight to let you know where he’s headed for a case or to tell you when he’s finally coming home. although he usually doesn’t have time to call when he lands because he has to hit the ground running with the case, he always makes sure to send you a text to let you know they landed safely.

• he bought you a stuffed animal to cuddle with when he’s gone. he was nervous about giving it to you and had an entire speech prepared, explaining how they could be beneficial in many cases.

• spencer likes to leave sweet, thoughtful notes for you around the house, often filled with his favorite quotes, little reminders of his love, or even just a simple "have a great day" message in the morning.

• your relationship is built on a mutual love of learning. whether it’s sharing articles, watching documentaries, or attending seminars, you’d constantly be expanding your horizons together.

• spencer LOVES cuddling with you. he finds a lot comfort in your presence. he’d often pull you close while reading or watching tv, enjoying the simple pleasure of being close to you.

• in some ways, being in love with you scares him because he’s never felt this way before. but in other ways, it excites him because he now has someone to share himself with, judgment-free, and a partner to experience life’s highs and lows with.

• this man knows you better than any subject he’s ever studied. <33

[kookslastbutton]

just one kiss ༓ kth (m)

✑ Summary: You and your husband always seem to want each other at the most inconvenient times. Tonight, it happens to be right when you're about to sleep before your next work shift. You find it harder and harder to say no.

pairing: Taehyung x reader (f.)

genre/AU: PWP, fluff, smut, established relationship, married au, comfort

word count: 3.6k

warnings: softdom!taehyung, sub/minor switch!reader, swearing, kissing, asking for consent, f*inger*ng, ✨sensual✨ but also r*ough penetrative s*x (oc on the birth control), big d*ck, light neck b*ting/sucking, praise kink (both), body worshipping, pleading (tae just wants to please...), hint of possessiveness, hint of banter, m*ssionary/two ways, t*t sucking/f*ndling, impr*g kink (both), multiple org*sm, mentions of aftercare, Tae being a little whiny at first, he calls her baby/darling, mentions of vintage, rated R movie

now playing: Where I Belong by Bobby Bazini, Drops of Jupiter by Train

a/n: I have nothing to say other than I've been on a writing spree this week and this happened....heh 😅 Taehyung's Type 1 photos made me do it! Okay, bye! Hope you enjoy 🤍

Taehyung looked more than handsome when he came home tonight, the buttons of his dress shirt undone just enough to let your eyes greedily wander his smooth, tanned chest. The sleeves were neatly rolled up to his elbows too, displaying his rather muscular biceps.

He’s been working out with the guys more frequently the last few months and yes, you’ve been silently benefiting from it.

Of course, you loved the way he looked before too —he’s sexy either way.

Despite feeling very much teased by your husband (though it wasn’t his intent), your evening consisted of dinner and a movie instead. It's an old, vintage film he's been dying for you to see for ages—an underrated classic assigned by his college professor during his final semester. When you caught sight of the VHS tape in his hands earlier, you quickly connected the dots of what the evening would look like.

But while both of you initially immersed yourselves in the black-and-white film, things gradually changed about halfway through when a number of rather steamy scenes started playing.

"It's not exactly about the sex," your husband explains as matter-of-factly as he can. "It's passion between the two main leads who've been repressed for so long. Not only by society but also from their own set of social standards. They're finally breaking free."

"Gotcha," you nod, "I suppose it's a turning point for them then." You continue watching the movie until one of the leads begins climbing over the other, stripping the other of their clothes. "God Tae, they're really showing a lot here. I wasn't expecting this much action for a movie made in the 40s."

Tongue in cheek, he studies your somewhat taken aback facial expression. "You see why it's such an underrated film for its time?"

"Mhm," you reply, your throat suddenly feeling dry. "I'm, uhm, I'm beginning to see."

Once you're certain his attention is back on the TV screen, you sneak a quick look at him. He’s completely serious, appreciating the artistic direction of the film. Meanwhile, you on the other hand are suddenly getting very distracted by past images of your husband's naked body flashing through your mind (No thanks to the film he’s chosen).

Fuck __, get it together, you scold yourself.

You're never typically this affected by a cinematic sex scene for fuck sake.

"You okay?" His deep voice jolts you in surprise.

You smile, hoping you seem composed. "Uh, yes, fine. Just...enjoying the movie."

Taehyung hesitates for a moment, appearing somewhat suspicious, then responds with a simple, "Good. I'm glad."

Once the movie ends, you both climb into your shared bed, feeling mutually exhausted. You're rolled on your side now, him behind you with a hand secured around your waist. Taehyung's embrace feels so comforting with how close he holds you.

But then, you feel a subtle poke in your lower back and it tells you everything you need to know about where his next agenda is heading; he’s hard.

You’ve been pretty worked up since your head hit your pillow yourself, however, the movie took over three hours to finish. Your body is not nearly strong enough for any messing around tonight, plus you have work in less than eight hours. You simply do not have the time or energy.

Taehyung thinks otherwise.

“Baby?” his breath tickles your skin as he presses himself against your back. Long, gentle fingers find their way under the material of your shirt easily. The touch is cool against your warm skin, causing you to shiver ever so slightly. “Baby, are you awake?” he tries again, voice laced with the richest honey.

Fuck, you curse to yourself, he’s decided to use that voice; his seducing voice. Okay fine, who are you kidding— it’s his normal voice. After all, it doesn’t take much for him to turn you on with that naturally husky voice of his.

You can’t give in though. You seriously have work at the crack of dawn, and if you let him have his way now, you’ll be at it all night. Taehyung likes to take his time with you whenever you're intimate, per usual. Or, alternatively, the two of you end up abandoning all self-control, choosing to go round after round instead.

“Mm,” you let out a sleepy groan, “Not tonight, Tae. I have work in the morning.”

Subtly, you close a hand over his to stop his movements. Somehow, during all your thinking, they managed to travel dangerously close to your boobs.

“I haven’t even told you what I want yet,” he protests, a near pout.

You stifle an amused chuckle. “I'm no stranger to what you’re doing, Tae. We’ve been together far too long for me not to know. I can also feel you in my lower back,” you note, referring to how hard he’s gotten. “Tomorrow we can do whatever we want. Wait one more night.”

Your husband buries his face into the crook of your neck, attempting to snuggle into you. “Promise?” He presses a feather-like kiss to the delicate area and you can’t resist the faint moan that it elicits. Your neck has always been highly sensitive, which your husband knows all too well.

“I promise,” you barely manage to form a reply.

“Seal it with a kiss?” He asks as innocently as he can. Though, you have to question his antics. You really wanna turn your head around and kiss him like he wants, so badly. But what’s stopping you? The fact that his lips are always so soft and you know you’ll be after more.

Fuck, now you want him.

"We kissed plenty of times earlier, didn't we?" you struggle to keep yourself composed, voice cracking.

"Not nearly enough. Please, baby, I missed you the entire day. One kiss.”

God, you sigh inwardly, he’s too fucking hard to say no to.

“We’ll go to sleep right after,” you state as sternly as possible, twisting your neck until you're eye to eye with your husband. It’s dark in your bedroom, but you can tell by how lust-blown his eyes are that he’s just drinking you up.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasps, catching you completely off guard. You blush instantly, cheeks flaring with warmth. You hope your husband won’t notice due to the pitch blackness of the room, but he does, given the cheeky smile that spreads across his face. “Oh god, I love you so much,” he says, then presses his lips firmly to yours in a passionate kiss.

Not another word slips out from either of you for the next half minute, your mouths instead moving against each other rhythmically. You both let out breathy moans as your tongues begin fighting for dominance (your husband wins easily). You didn’t mean for it to go this far, really you didn’t. Nonetheless, here you are in a heated make- out with your husband, one hand lifted above your head to thread through his silky hair.

Taehyung grunts the rougher you pull and slides his own hand to your inner thigh, gripping it tight and prying it open. Naturally, you roll on your back which he gladly takes as his opportunity to pull you towards himself.

With your bodies facing each other on your sides, his bare chest comes flat against yours, Taehyung lifts one of your legs until it comfortably snakes around his hip.

“Tae,” you struggle to catch your breath as he begins planting kisses up and down your neck, “We can’t…I...have to work.”

He doesn’t reply, choosing to suck along the delicate part of your neck instead. Your eyes roll up in response, every nerve in your body feeling like they’ve been set on fire.

“Tae, baby-” you start again, but he hushes you.

“Darling,” he coos, “we’re kissing right now. I’ll stop if you want me to, but don't you think work can wait for a while?” He then nips at your jaw before capturing your lips again. They’re going to be bruised if he keeps this up. “Do you really want me to stop? Say the word and I will.” He’s looking at you now, patiently waiting for your answer. You think he’s quite sneaky for leading you into his honeytrap, but who are you fooling…you want this.

“You’re right, screw work.” You then pull yourself over his body, forcing him to lay on his back as you sit up and straddle him. “I love you.” You then lift your top over your head, revealing your naked chest to him. He’s seen it a million times and each time he looks at you with such widened eyes, so full of awe.

“I-“ he starts, bringing his hands up to gently caress your sides. The pads of his thumbs circle over your skin soothingly and you hum in satisfaction. “I love you too,” he finally says. “You’re so fucking amazing. My best and worst dream wrapped into one giant tempt-“

“Okay Tae, shh," it's your turn to hush him now, sweet as you can as you roll your hips forward and into his. It's just enough to draw out a throaty moan. “I think it’s clear we both love each other quite a lot hm? Because I adore you too," you add.

He nods in understanding.

“Then,” you lean forward until your centimeters from his face, ass in the air. “Fuck me.”

A growl like you haven’t heard before instantly drops for his lips. Taehyung grabs your waist with sturdy hands and flips you both over, his body hovering over yours so closely as your back hits the mattress. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he says, fingers dancing along your sides. “May I?” You know exactly what he’s asking for so you nod.

“Please do.”

His palms move up to your breasts not a second later, thumbs rolling over the hardened peaks. Your back arches into hands at the friction, eliciting soft, drawn out moans from both of you.

“Shit,” he swears, hands tightening around you as he gropes your tits, “I want to suck them,” he deadpans and you nearly choke at the bluntness. Usually, he asks permission for a second time, but he doesn’t this time…not that you mind the subtle change.

“Go ahead,” you give him the green light and it’s all he needs before bringing his lips down to close around your boob. Your jaw clenches as his tongue sensually licks around a nipple, gently biting it now and then. It’s clear that the wetness between your thighs only increases with every movement. “Please, need more. It feels so good, but it’s not enough…fuck!”

You gasp when his tongue suddenly moves from your breast and latches itself to the ridge of your neck. You want to tell him not to leave marks where you can’t cover them up, however, he’s far too convincing that you don't.

“I know baby,” he hums, disgustingly seductive, “we’ll get there but let’s be patient, hm? Your body looks so perfect right now. Wanna savor it a little longer. Is that okay? Will you let me do that?”

The gentleness of his request, paired with his ridiculously deep voice, sends literal shivers up your spine. You want him to fuck you here and now, yet you feel yourself bending to his will. But no, that won’t work tonight. You hate to say it but you really are pressed for time.

“I-Taehyung if we don’t fuck soon, it’ll be dawn and before we know it I’ll have to leave and the last time we tried-“

“Alright, easy darling,” he relaxes you from your long winded argument with a small chuckle, “I concede. I’ll fuck you.”

You feel yourself clench in anticipation as you watch him get up to remove his pants, swallowing hard when his generous length meets your eyes.

You shouldn’t stare.

It’s not polite to stare.

You’re shameless, truly, because you can’t take your eyes off of him.

“Look at me, baby,” Taehyung calls you out of your daze, to which you quickly lift up your chin to meet his piercing gaze. “Tell me what you’re thinking in that pretty head of yours.”

“I…want to suck it,” you admit, no longer able to hold yourself back.

Your husband hums at your response and climbs back towards you on the bed, stopping near your legs.

“Suck what?”

“Uhm, well,” your voice wavers and you don’t know why, other than the fact that you are getting major distracted by the way his fingers smoothly guide your knees up, prying them apart.

“Yes? I’m still listening.”

Being that you’re wearing shorts, Taehyung moves his head between your spread legs and presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Say it,” he encourages, “we both know the answer anyway.” You can feel him practically smirking against your leg.

“Don’t be cocky,” you counter, not yet realizing the weight of your reply until Taehyung directs his gaze on you with an amused expression.

“I think we both concluded a long time ago that that’s pretty near impossible for me, don’t you think?” He replies, earning a brief chuckle from you. Not before a small, exaggerated eye roll of course.

“Alright, you win. I want your cock,” you say, “No more of this cat and mouse game, but I'm so riled up. I need you inside me. You’ll let me suck you off tomorrow though, right?”

“If that’s what you want, darling. I’ll do anything for you.” He grazes the band of your shorts before continuing. “For now, these are going to need to go.”

You nod and he slips the thin material, along with your underwear, off your body. “Fuck,” he swears, taking in your naked form. “I’ll never get over the fact that you look like this. So beautiful, and only mine to see. Fuck. I don’t deserve you.”

With a single finger, he begins tracing up your center, easily feeling the wetness that’s gathered between your thighs. You don’t have time to feel even a shrivel of embarrassment when he begins sinking into your velvety walls, all the way down to the knuckle.

“Oh god, n-no, you deserve it. You definitely deserve it,” you stutter, back arching into his touch as he curls his finger in you. He then slips a second finger next to the first, to which you involuntarily clamp down on. “Fuck, your hands feel so good, Tae.”

Your praise evidently encourages him as he moves his fingers faster in you, curling them against your sweet spot repeatedly until you’re sure your neighbor, the one who lives across the street from you, can hear you.

“I’m gonna come!” You suddenly shout, the first orgasm of the night washing over you in the seconds following. When Taehyung slips his fingers out of you, it’s no surprise that they’re completely covered in your come. Per usual, he cleans them off himself and your core clenches at the action.

“I need to feel you,” he says shortly, bringing his body over yours until he’s directly above you, eye to eye. “Please, I’m so hard right now.”

You nod eagerly, feeling similar. “I need you too. Please...please fuck me.” The tip of his cock drags along your entrance, sliding against your slit before finally pushing in. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together.

"Shit," he swears, bottoming out in you, "So wet, you're so wet, baby."

He starts a slow, steady pace at first, fucking into you deeper with each thrust of his hips. It's not rough, but rather sensual, as he loves nothing more than sinking himself into slowly, until you're letting out moan after moan, his name the only word on your lips.

"Let me hear you, darling," he coos, dragging his length all the way out before pushing back in, "I want to hear all your pretty moans tonight. Fuck, you feel amazing, do you know that? Such a perfect pussy."

His praises make you absolutely delirious as you toss your head back, eyes fluttering shut to bask in the pleasure.

"Am I making you feel good, too?" he continues. "Let me know if I am. I wanna make you feel nothing but mine; my darling, my wife."

"Yes, fucking yes. You're making me feel amazing Tae-" Your arms wrap up around his upper back, nails digging into his shoulder blades helplessly. Taehyung winces at the slight pain but doesn't stop his movements, preferring to bury his face into the small juncture between your neck and shoulder instead.

He then returns the favor by nipping at the area with his teeth, not enough to hurt, but enough that you give a short yelp. He licks over it after, soothing it gently.

"Oh g-god," you moan breathily, "I-I think I'm gonna come again." You find yourself clenching around him right then, and it takes your husband off guard as his balance slips, his body falling into you immediately. His elbows manage to re-stabilize himself and to your demise, allows him a new angle to fuck you from—one that's deeper, faster, and causes your legs to wrap around him tighter.

"Come for me," he nearly growls, gradually picking up his pace as he thrusts himself into you rougher, "I wanna feel you come on my cock. Can you do that for me, baby? Fuck, don't hold back."

"I'm c—" You have your release before the words have the chance to fully form, your husband covered in you for the second time of the night. "Please," you start a plead. "I want you to come too. Tell me how you want me. On my hands and knees, yes?"

With a soft hand, Taehyung lovingly caresses your face and presses a tender kiss to your lips. "I want you just like this, actually," he says, not an ounce of demand in his tone, "that way, I can see your beautiful eyes when I fuck into you. But I want your legs over my shoulders....if that sounds good to you."

As if you didn't just have your release, you feel your thighs threatening to clamp together at his request. "Yes," you agree hurriedly, "Anything sounds good, I just want you. And I want you to come too.”

With that, Taehyung straightens his back, throws your legs over his sturdy shoulders, and starts fucking into you mercilessly. He's fucked you sensually, worshipped your body from head to toe, praised you, and now? He's gonna finish in you.

"Holy shit," his grunts are labored as he chases his high, desperate to finally have his release. "Too m-much...so fucking good! I'm going to breed this pussy tonight, tell me how bad you want it, baby. Tell me...please."

It's inevitable that his desire to get you pregnant slips out, as it happens nearly every time you fuck. You share the same desire too, however, contrary to what just fell from his lips, he most certainly will not be getting you pregnant tonight—you're still on the pill. One of these days you might just let both your dreams come true, but for now you'll play into the fantasy.

"I do, I want it so bad," you moan, legs shaking as his cock plunges into you, his hands gripping around your hips. "Give me your babies, Tae, I want the—"

"Shit, I'm gonna come!" he suddenly announces, his thrusts growing messier as he twitches in you. He's dangerously close to finishing, and so are you; for the third time of the night.

"Come in me, baby," you struggle to say, "You deserve it so much, fuck, come in me Tae! Don’t stop, I wanna feel you cover me.

"Fuck!" He thrusts in you one last time before the cord within him finally snaps, ropes of his come filling you up instantly. He then lazily fucks you a few final times, attempting to ride out his high before setting your feet back on your mattress.

"I can't believe," he pants, now laying on his back beside you, "we nearly skipped all of this tonight."

"Yeah well, I was tired," you reply. "But I was also extremely wound up and that movie we watched might have had something to do with it."

Taehyung turns his face to you with a playful smile. "I know," he says simply. "I could tell from how hard you were trying to concentrate on the movie that you'd rather be jumping me."

"I-What? When did I give that impression?" You meet his eyes in shock. You thought for sure you were keeping yourself pretty well under wraps.

"Darling," he draws your face towards his to peck your lips, "you can only sneak glances at me so many times before I'm bound to notice. Not to mention the amount of times you excused yourself to get a glass of water when you had one sitting in front of you, on the coffee table, the entire time."

"Oh," is all you reply with, warmth spreading on your cheeks.

"For future reference, if you want to pause the movie and hm, do other things," he exaggerates his words, lifting a corner of his mouth into a faint smirk, "you only need to ask. I'll never say no to you."

"Evidently, same here," you chuckle lightly, "I'll consider it for next time. I'm actually really tired now."

"Me too, we should clean up and get to bed. I'll get you a towel," he rolls off the bed and heads straight for your joint bathroom.

"I love you!" you call out, though you're unsure that he heard you until he pokes his head out from the doorframe.

"I love you too, stay there okay? I'll be back in a second," he flashes a grin at you, then ducks back in.

Well fuck, you think, you're never giving him up—ever.

a/n: yeah, he's my dream 🫠 Now, I'm going to be good and go continue my series lol.

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𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon : When They Come Back

✧˚ Ghost, Keegan, Soap, König, Phillip Graves

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Fluff for you suckers -hope you enjoy the word vomit ;(

Working under constant danger put a strain on them, at moments when it seemed like the world was nothing but shambles and havoc they’d close their eyes and remember what brought them warmth. There was a certain feeling they yearned for and were only satisfied when you were near.

There is something special in knowing someone is waiting for you.

Ghost

This man comes back completely drained; physically, mentally, emotionally…

At first, he was hesitant concerning your worry about him

“If you won’t let me take care of you, who will?”

Might be a little distant at first, it takes time for his mind to come back

No going out, at all

You say comforting phrases to him

“You’re not at war anymore, you can come home”

He’s been through a lot, a warm meal and hugs are all he needs for days afterward :(

It takes some time for him to recharge

When he feels better he lets you know much he appreciates everything you do for him

Takes time to admire you; he silently takes in your facial features

Affectionate gazes that flicker between your eyes and lips

He knows you aren’t obliged to it yet you make an effort for him and that makes him feel like he’s earned a much better reward than money or glory could give him

Keegan

Saying this man missed you is an understatement

It’s like you placed a spell on him the moment he met you

If it were up to him, he wouldn’t want to be a moment away from you

He’ll miss you in silence, won’t send letters or texts or anything knowing it’ll make his heart ache more

But when he walks through the door he falls to kissing you

Bites your lip just for the taste of you on his tongue

His lips leave yours for breaks in between intense kisses to whisper “I love you”

He feels empty without the intimacy and closeness of you

He doesn’t care what you do or don’t say, doesn’t expect anything big either, he just wants to see you with your arms open for him

Soap

No matter how bad it was this time, he always comes back with a smile on his face when you open the door

Even behind that loving smile, you catch the subtle dimness in his eyes

Peppers you with kisses all over your face

Extremely clingy

Needs to be reminded that the world can be kind and gentle

Needs you to dote excessively over him

You give him a shoulder massage as he washes up in the bathtub

Convinces you to join him

Afterward, you crawl into bed with him, cradling his head on your lap

Both of you turn into couch potatoes for a couple of days watching cozy films

König

Keeping up a stoic demeanor can be tiring, so he easily drops the poker face as soon as he buries his face into your neck

No matter how much prying you do, you won’t get him to open up about what disturbs him

He’d rather keep those horrors locked away from you, you’re his most cherished possession

A lot of quiet moments where he’s just content to be with you again

Little is said between you as tender and passionate kisses are exchanged

Don’t think he’ll leave your side for the next few days, you’re attached at the hip

As you trace the scars on his back to his shoulders, you feel his body tremble beneath your fingertips

Your touch is addictive to him; soothing him into a tranquil sleep

Phillip Graves

He’s had to deal with a lot of crap so he’s relieved to finally come back to some peace, and most importantly; you

At first, he didn’t want to overwhelm you with issues that aren’t yours, but as your relationship progressed he started opening up more

Oftentimes, he’s in an irritable mood when he comes back

You listen to him rant if that’s what he needs

Other times it gives him too much of a headache to even think about

He adores you for understanding him without words being spoken

With so many enemies he has, he feels undeserving of you, someone who’s like a warm ray of sunshine in his austere life

When he falls silent you know that’s your cue

A sort of haze entrances him as you trail soft, torturous kisses along his jaw

Your scent obscures his mind as he gets drunk on your affection

He can’t even remember what he was mad about

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Needy (Matt)

Request: No

Warnings: friends to lovers, dom!matt, degradation, spit kink, daddy kink, slightly rough, whiny!reader, desperate!matt

A/N: very old fic and not proofread

3rd person pov

Matt’s not really the type for one-night stands or hookups, so when him and his girlfriend broke up, he was on his own. It had been a solid eight months without sex, jerking off being his only form of relief. Due to this, Matt’s been jerking off a lot as his orgasms from his hand were a lot less satisfying than the ones he could get from a female.

Apparently he’d been jerking off too much lately because now he can’t seem to make himself cum. Living in the same house as their extremely attractive hometown friend Y/n also wasn’t very helpful. She wore a lot of short shorts and tops that showed off her cleavage perfectly, none of the boys had a problem with it. Though it did make Matt hard most of the time, right now was one of those times.

The four were filming a car video, this one about assumptions fans had about us. They all picked out some assumptions, every time Y/n or Nick said something they’d lean a little bit forward over the center console. This was a problem for Matt as Y/n was wearing a tank top that obviously showed some cleavage, but for Matt it was enough to make him hard.

Matt couldn’t help but stare at her cleavage as well as her glossy lips as she spoke. He tried not to make it too obvious but he could tell it would be noticeable on the video, there was no way Nick could edit it out. Matt knew the fans were going to call him out on it and make edits but he really couldn’t help it, he was pent up and she was obviously attractive.

The four finished filming and headed back home, during the drive Matt couldn’t help but feel guilty over his constant staring at his best friend’s body. When they arrived home they all went to do their own thing, Nick being the only one who went to sleep right away. The other three went off to their own rooms, but that was short-lived as Y/n went up to Matt’s room a few minutes later.

Y/n’s pov

We just got home so I took a quick shower, blow-dried my hair, and put on some pajama shorts with an oversized shirt. Afterward, I was bored so I decided to see if Matt wanted to hang out, I went up to his room and knocked on the door. After a couple of seconds, Matt opened the door “Can we hang out? I’m bored.” I pouted at him. “I was getting ready to watch a movie but you can watch it with me if you want.” he said as he opened his door more for me to come inside. Matt closed the door and crawled onto his bed over the covers, patting the spot next to him.

A few minutes into the movie I started getting cold “Matt I’m cold, can we like cuddle please?” I pouted at him again causing him to crack a small smile. “Sure, come ‘ere.” Matt replied as he wrapped his left arm around my waist. I wrapped both my arms around his torso basically hugging him as I put my head on his shirtless chest, feeling the warmth of his skin underneath me.

3rd person pov

After a couple of minutes, Y/n put her leg over Matt’s lap, her pussy now pressed against his thigh. Her own thighs across his lap, pulling a small and barely audible groan from Matt, this doesn’t go unnoticed by Y/n as she slightly moved her thigh again. Matt was desperately trying not to get turned on and hard from this innocent action but he was so sensitive that it was almost impossible not to, plus Y/n was hot even if she was his best friend.

She moves her thigh to ‘get comfy’ and Matt grabs her thigh. “Stop moving your fucking leg.” he said sternly. She did it again, this time pressing her thigh down, feeling him get hard. “I know you want me Matt, you’ve not very subtle when you’re staring at my tits, ass, and lips.” She teased making Matt blush, he was about to say something when her left hand goes to press down on the tip of his cock.

This causes him to let out a moan as she does it again causing Matt to buck his hips up and whine. “What’s wrong Matty? Don’t get enough pussy?” she teases, “Shut up Y/n, don’t do that!” he replied. Y/n leans closer to Matt’s ear, whispering “Then I guess I won’t let you use me or cum in me…” placing a kiss on his neck before pulling away.

Y/n’s pov

I kissed Matt’s neck and was going to pull away but I guess what I said was the last straw for Matt because he quickly and roughly grabbed my hips, moving me to straddle him. His hand almost instantly going straight to my throat, choking me lightly “You think you’re so slick don’t you? I know you do shit to tease me and make me horny on purpose Y/n. It’s not funny, seems like you’re the needy one huh?” he spoke lowly.

I didn’t know what to say so I just stayed silent, this caused Matt to buck his hips up making his cock go right against my clit. This made my breath hitch before he moved his hand away from my throat to my hip like the other one. He used his hands on my hips to grind me down against him making me let out a few whimpers. Matt starts kissing up my neck until he got near my ear “I’m right, you are a fucking needy little whore. Wanted my cock so badly you don’t even know how to act huh? Fucking slut, I’m gonna show you who the fuck you belong to.” he whispers, making me whine.

“Ye-yes daddy ‘m such a slut for your c-cock! Please.” I said with a whine. “Please what baby? What do you want?” He teased, “Please use me Matt! I need your cock so bad, want your cum inside me please do something!” I begged. “Strip for me baby, leave your panties on.” he demanded before we undressed until we were both only in our underwear, “Always knew your tits were perfect babygirl. Wanna fuck ‘em but that’ll be another time, I know how badly my little whore needs my cock right now.” Matt says as he pulled my panties down.

He notices how wet I am, dragging a finger from my entrance up to my clit collecting the juices dripping out of me. “Mhm Matty please fuck me, need your cock so bad baby.” I begged him while pushing down his boxers. “Yeah? Want me to fuck you? Make you my cum slut, show you who fucking owns this pussy?” Matt says, teasing his tip at my entrance and leans down, kissing me roughly. The kiss quickly turns into a hot and heavy makeout with Matt quickly gaining dominance as my hands wrap around his neck.

My fingers threaded through his hair, lightly pulling it as I whimpered into the kiss before pulling away. “Fuck daddy, please! Want your cock, I’ll be a good girl I promise, just need you ple-“ I was cut off by Matt roughly thrusting into me, not giving me any time to adjust. “Is that better, is this what you wanted? Fucking slut.” Matt grunted out as his hand came up to wrap around my throat again, squeezing harder this time. I let out a loud moan causing Matt to choke me even harder as he slowed down his thrusts a bit.

“Shut up slut, don’t want Chris and Nick hearing you be treated like a whore do you?” I shook my head no as I bit my lip trying to hold my moans in. “S-Sorry just fe-feels so good.” I stuttered as Matt sped up his thrusts. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were my whines and Matt’s grunts along with his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. I pulled Matt down closer so I suck hickies into his neck, pulling a rather loud groan from the back of his throat when I sucked on this one specific spot.

Matt moved his hand from my throat down to my clit, just barely touching it as I sucked more hickies into his neck. “Fuck, little slut marking me up, showing everyone who makes you feel good, huh?” He groans out before he pulls my head away from his neck. Matt starts to leave his own hickies all over my neck and chest, making me let out another loud moan. I received a light slap to my face before Matt’s hand tightly wraps around my throat, barely letting me breathe. His other hand coming up to tightly grip my jaw “Open your mouth.” he demanded.

I did as he said, Matt then spit in my mouth “Swallow bitch!” he demanded again as I followed his directions and swallowed before sticking my tongue out to show him I complied. “Good girl.” he praised “S-so close daddy! Want your cum, please.” I whined at him. “I fucking own you, understood? Cum for daddy!” he grunted out in my ear before smashing our lips together, swallowing each other’s moans as we both came. Matt’s hot cum coated my walls with white as he slowly fucked us through our orgasms.

After a minute or so Matt pulled out, running two fingers through the mixture of our cum spilling out of me, scooping it up, and shoving his cum coated fingers into my mouth. “Suck.” he told me, which I did, swiping my tongue around his fingers while sucking before pulling off with a pop. I pulled him down for one last kiss, Matt’s hand came up to cup my face lightly stroking my cheek. This kiss was unlike the others we had shared tonight, it was soft and passionate. He slowly pulled away smiling before he plopped down next to me.

It was quiet for a minute until Nick banged on the wall “Fucking finally, I share a wall with you jackass! Don’t ever do that shit again, I never want to hear you fucking my best friend!” he yelled irritated. Me and Matt both just laughed before I said a simple “Sorry Nick!” while Matt moved us under the covers, pulling me close. “I’m not sorry! I had to make my girl feel good, just did what needed to be done.” Matt added, giving me another kiss and pulled me even closer.

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Succumb - Matt Sturniolo

summary : after teasing matt all day, he finally gives in to the temptation during movie night.

warnings : swearing, friends to lovers, fingering, no actual p in v, idk what else

a/n : hiyaaa:) i’m lacking in writing but here’s this, just a quick lil sum. it was requested last year, so sorry 4 the wait!! enjoy x

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Matt’s been trying his absolute hardest to keep a boundary between the two of you, but with the way you seemingly purposely tease him, he’s practically crawling out of his skin. You’ve been going at him all day, and he’s barely holding back.

Every time you talk, you sport a flirty smile and flutter your eyelashes at him. You look so innocent and pure, but he knows that’s far from the truth. The words you speak have him questioning your entire friendship, whether or not there’s something more there.

“Mm, this tastes so good.” You hum, sucking on the tip of the popsicle.

Matt watched you intently, taking in the way you wrap your lips around it. His already stiff cock throbs beneath his pants, just imagining himself in your mouth instead. You’re driving him absolutely mad and he doesn’t know how much more he can take.

“You know what would taste even better?” You question, licking the juice off of your lips.

Matt hums in response.

“You.”

His eyes widen as his head snaps towards you. You’ve got that innocent little grin on your face with your big doe eyes gleaming at him, and he finds himself imagining your face covered in his cum, the thought only intensifying his erection.

He’s at a loss for words, his mind flooded with erotic thoughts as his heart practically beats out of his chest. He can feel his cheeks burn as you stare at him, his mouth opening and closing.

“You guys coming or what?” Chris shouts from the living room.

That seems to snap Matt out of the little trance you put him in as he clears his throat, shaking his head with a small smile. “You’re insane.”

You watch as he heads into the living room, biting your lip to keep grin from growing. You know he’s been struggling with the constant teasing you’ve done all day, you’re just waiting for him to crack. You’ve got him wrapped around your little finger and you love it.

You toss the colored stick from your popsicle into the trash before following him. Nick and Chris occupy one couch, leaving the other for you and Matt, who’s already sprawled out along the whole sofa. You shrug and climb between his legs, leaning your back against his chest. His arms instinctively wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as you settle in.

“Fucking finally.” Nick complains, more than ready to start the movie.

You only let out a small chuckle at his words, pulling a blanket over yourself and Matt. The four of you turn your attention to the tv, ready to be submerged in the horror film.

Some time into the movie, your hands are running up and down matt’s thighs. You don’t put much thought into it, but it’s all Matt can think about. It’s all he can focus on. He starts to wonder if you can feel his stiffy against your back, which you clocked the moment you sat down.

Matt slips his hands under your shirt, slowly caressing your soft skin. You sigh in contentment, enjoying the feeling. He softly grips your curves, gently massaging them, causing you to scoot impossibly closer to him.

This goes on for a minute, until he finally gives in, and his hands start to trail higher and higher. Your breath catches in your throat as you anticipate his moves. Suddenly, his hands are gripping your tits, squeezing them tight, pulling a subtle moan from you. You quickly clear your throat in an effort to hide it. Luckily, Matt’s the only one who heard you.

As he continues to grope your boobs, he leans down with his face in your neck. You can feel his breath on your skin, the warmth he’s emitting flowing through your whole body. His lips softly graze your ear, causing you to shudder.

“You’ve been such a bad girl today.” He whispers, his voice low and husky.

Your thighs clamp shut at his words and the sound of his voice. He notices and you can feel him smirk against you. He brings his face back into the crook of your neck, his lips peppering soft open mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin.

You lean your head in the opposite direction, allowing him better access. As his lips dance over you, leaving wet trails of saliva, you can’t help your erratic breathing. You can feel your arousal pooling between your legs from his touch.

Matt’s hands slowly graze lower and lower, his fingertips brushing your skin, leaving goosebumps behind. His hands grip your thighs, parting them with ease, and using his legs to keep them separated.

Your mind is hazy, lust clouding your judgement, fully ready for what’s to come. His fingers trace the waistband of your pants before slipping underneath it. You feel soft pressure against your clothed mound as he lightly touches you. His fingers are barely there and you ache for more, subtly inching your hips upwards.

“S’not so fun being teased, is it?” He breathes in your ear, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut.

You furiously shake your head, desperate for something, anything more. He quietly chuckles, pressing harder against you. He starts rubbing you through the cotton, the fabric quickly becoming soaked by your arousal. He hums in delight at the feeling of your slick seeping through to his fingers. Pulling his hand back, he stops at the top of your panties.

“Can you be a good girl f’me?” He wonders.

You lick your lips as you nod, eager for him to touch you. “Mhm.”

“Nice and quiet, yeah?” He pesters as his hand finally dips into your underwear.

You gasp the second his fingers graze your clit, causing him to tsk. His long, slender fingers slide up and down your slit, becoming saturated by your juices. He softly presses against your bundle of nerves and begins rubbing it in slow circles.

You bite your lip to keep from making noise, your hands gripping his pants. His cock grows against your back, causing you to wiggle against it. He deeply inhales, speeding up the circles on your clit.

You toss your back against his chest, eyes closed in satisfaction. You gnaw down on your bottom lip, struggling to contain your sounds of pleasure. Matt takes his opposite hand down, his middle finger prodding at your entrance. The second he shoves it into you, your mouth falls open and a low moan drops from it.

He quickly removes the hand playing with your clit and shoves his wet fingers in your mouth to silence you. Your lips wrap around his digits, your sweet essence gracing your tongue.

Matt inserts another finger into your weeping hole, quickly pumping in and out of you. You’re practically chewing on the fingers he has in your mouth as your legs tremble.

“Keep quiet or m’gonna take you to my room and fuck you until you lose your voice.” He mumbles in your ear.

His dirty words light a fire in your stomach, and you’re left contemplating your next decision. Part of you actually wants him to do that, but another part of you doesn’t want Nick and Chris to find out what’s happening under the blankets.

Matt curls his fingers in your pussy, a faint squelching sound emitting from below the covers. Your legs quiver as your spongy walls tighten around him. He uses his thumb to rub your sensitive bud once again, adding to the already overwhelming pleasure.

Your lips part from around his fingers, heavy breaths and whines escaping. He’s quick to place his entire hand over your mouth, his eyes flickering over to his oblivious brothers.

“Thought you were gonna be quiet, hm?” He taunts in your ear.

Your hands grasp his wrist, pulling his hand from your mouth, “Feels so good.”

“Shh, I know.” He coos, digging deeper into you as his hand goes back to covering your lips. “But this s’what you wanted, right?”

You feverishly nod your head, your stomach tightening as he continues fucking you with his fingers. He groans in pleasure at how wet you are for him, being the perfect lubricant for his fingers to easily glide in and out.

He slightly ruts into you from behind, biting his lip at the stimulation on his cock. Your hands squeeze his wrist tightly, fingernails digging into his skin. He feels you tighten around him once again, your walls pulsating around his digits.

The knot in your stomach builds and builds until it snaps, your hands frantically pressing over Matt’s to better contain your inevitable moans as your orgasm washes over you. Your hips subconsciously grind against his hand to ride your high out, your juices drenching him.

“Oh my god.” He groans in your ear, the sight of you convulsing on him enough to bring him over the edge.

His cock twitches in his pants, his warm cum bleeding through his boxers. He squeezes his eyes shut, slightly shuddering at the feeling of the fabric rubbing against his sensitive tip.

Matt pulls his hand away from you, bringing his glistening fingers into his mouth. The moment the taste of you melts on his tongue, he feels his dick hardening again.

You take notice, turning your head back with wide eyes. You open your mouth to say something, only for him to grab your face and pull your lips to his in a wet kiss. Your tongue glides over his before he pulls you back.

“My room. Now.”

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a/n : not proofread. pretty short and not much plot. but yk whatever it’s okay. sorry if this was mid, still tryna get back in the hang of it :)

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patrick bateman hcs (nsfw: mdni)

patrick bateman x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warnings: overall pretty toxic, homophobic and misogynistic, there's a lot of infidelity/cheating and drug usage/alcohol too. there is also shaming of sex work - this is purely fictional and i do not condone this behavior in real life. i wrote in these elements because they appear in the original source material, not because i hold these opinions/views. mentions of extreme kink/fetish (knife play, blood play), p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), oral sex (giving + receiving), handjobs, cockwarming, implied dom/sub dynamics (patrick is a top + sugar daddy/dom/slight sadist + is entitled, reader is more submissive + sweet), lots of cum + precum/arousal, reader sometimes treated as sex object, marking (bruises, bite marks, hickeys etc.), dubious consent? (overstimulation, he can be manipulative, reader flashes someone in afab section), reference to past rough sexual encounters, lots of sexual tension, patrick is sociopathic(?) + gets hard a lot + is possessive/slightly domestic but still rough, canon colleagues (schrödinger's judgement + they're horny), nipple play, voice kink/voicemail sex, threats/mentions of canon (?) violence (not towards reader), exhibitionism + public settings, consensual filming of sexual acts, gun play/fear play, cigar gets extinguished on reader (research risks properly before trying irl, please stay safe), hired sex worker, mentions of surgery in ftm + mtf sections, rip jean + evelyn's emotions

a/n: i'm a massive fan of the broadway musical (bootleg available on youtube) and i've seen the film twice, but i still need to read the book!! i've listened to this youtube audiobook (ai voice patrick reading it - part one) and it kinda goes hard. anyway, peeb ateman is soft with reader in this one, so it could potentially be a little ooc.

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

patrick is already engaged to evelyn when he meets you. he's very well aware that she's seeing timothy price, so he might as well have his own fun - divorce isn't in fashion this year, so being prepared for that potential outcome might turn some heads and patrick hates judgmental attention

if you're already in a relationship with someone, he'll whisk you away immediately. you deserve so much better than some chump who can't afford to spoil you, he'll prove his superiority with his shiny silver card

show him genuine affection and take interest in his music taste!! if you listen to him and take time out of your day to participate in conversation, he'll abruptly stop mid-sentence to process that you're invested in his recap of his day :( you'll have no issues with him from then out - you respect him and he'll respect you. he's quietly thankful for how kind you are to him

if patrick has a yearning to dabble in a certain kink or fetish - such as knife play or extreme blood play - that you're not willing to participate in, he'll just find someone who can satiate his needs temporarily. no harm done, patrick just wants to make sure he's not taking complete advantage of you - he'll pay for you to have a delicious dinner and fancy hotel for the night, don't worry. he still wants to take care of you and reassure you that no one is taking your place, and that you'll still have him in the morning... he just needs to let out his extreme urges throughout the night

his way of showing affection is brushing his nose against you, whether it be your temple, ear or cheek as he whispers sweet nothings to you. he longs for subtle contact and the gentle warmth of your skin. he's also addicted to burying his face in your neck or pressing his lips against your crown when he fucks you from behind or squirming in his lap, the small puffs of hot air tickling your flushed skin and his lidded eyes rolling at your scent

he digs his fingers into your lower tummy while he fucks you, feeling his cock ram deep inside you - he's shamelessly using you as his own fucktoy, massaging his length to get himself off. the extra pressure against his tip has him shuddering at the delicious sensation

yeah sure, patrick might be a weirdo and a loser but he can fuck you like he loves you (maybe he does) and spare cash to dry-clean your cum off his expensive suits... fair trade, no?

he practically becomes your sugar daddy - you're his personal doll to dress, provide for and parade around proudly. he wouldn't trade the satisfied glint in your eyes, or the rhythm of your glistening arousal dripping on his wood paneled floors for anything. after a long day of spoiling you, he becomes a little selfish in the bedroom and chases his high with no regard for how overstimulated you might get :(

he is obsessed with dressing you to match his personal perception of you - that is to say, have you dressed in a manner that would make atheists reconsider and have the faithful herald you as their new deity. he wants to ensure that everyone know why he worships you the way he does. even if you don't feel confident in your skin, he quietly reassures you that your bashfulness only adds to your charm

you're his personal model and his precious doll - plaything, if you will. after you return to his place from perusing the designer shops, he lounges back with a whiskey in hand and patiently watches you show off your latest purchases on his card. he'll ask you to spin or swap shoes to match the outfit every so often, even asking you to bend down towards him just so he can adjust your collar or hairstyle. if he gets taken aback by how stunning you look in a certain outfit, expect him to get carried away and start panic rambling - he'll explain the specifics of the material, cut or brand as his fingers roam your body with devotion and his eyes greedily drink you in. his voice gets progressively huskier throughout the show until he gets to the expensive undergarments hidden in matte bags and tissue paper - he fucks you in front of the mirror, reveling in the way the material hugs your skin and how your skin shifts as your muscles clench with every thrust

after he warmed up to you, patrick slowly realized how emotionally taxing your early encounters were on you and that you were left feeling used and roughed up afterwards. if he still makes you feel that way after he first admits his affection, definitely let him know - he might want to leave physical marks on you that linger for a week or so after, but emotional damage is the last thing he wants marring your relationship

something that resembles quiet devotion lingers in his gaze, the glint of chandeliers flashing as he quickly shakes his head and denies he was ever staring :( sure, you might not be the stereotypical 'hardbody', but you're more worth his time than all of the other whores that his cock stirs for - you're leagues better than the sluts turning tricks and actually deserve a place in his home, his bed, unlike the simple chicks he picks up from clubs. he actually respects you (though, not enough to acknowledge your independence away from him) and his silent approval - pride, even - of your actions sometimes slips through his mask

whenever you're in the room with him, there is an invisible yet tangible tension that tugs you together. the warm, compressing feeling always hones your vision onto patrick - it drowns out all of the noises and movement around you, grounding you in the all-consuming gaze of your lover. his eyes snap to yours whenever you enter the room and he instinctively feels a bulge growing in his slacks, his pupils dilating as his tongue darts out to dampen his lips. no polite conversation or mundane styling drivel is worth his time when you are in his field of view

patrick genuinely feels his blood thunder in his ears whenever the men at the table make snide remarks about your appearance or belittle you. he is absolutely disgusted at their attitudes and lack of understanding - you are his darling and you deserve to be treated as his equal, at a minimum. however, if the table murmurs about how sexy you look, he's more than willing to show you off a bit - he's proud of what's his, obviously! just don't let the boys get too bold with their 'polite' touches or they won't have fingers in the morning :<

he'll buy you a ring. not to propose, oh god no - he doesn't want to do the whole evelyn debacle again. patrick wants to simply state his territory and claim so that others would be less inclined to approach you (plus, it helps that he doesn't have to vividly daydream about it anymore - it saves brain power)

if he rushes home with dirty, damp gloves and a missing button on his overcoat, he'll forever be indebted to you if you pour him a stiff drink and prepare to call jean to postpone all events the next day

your head gets all fuzzy when his tongue drags along the line of your collarbone and his soft lips ghost down your chest - circling your nipple and threatening you with the edge of his teeth makes the edge of his mouth twist into a smirk. if you meet his gaze, his lidded eyes give away how content he is in this position, with you on top of his lap. his lips sheened with spit and your buttoned shirt yanked open make for an arousing sight

patrick is a big fan of smoking his cigars while you sloppily take his cock down your throat - he gets some sadistic pleasure from putting them out on your spit-soaked thighs, the drool hissing under the scorching heat. it's coincidentally also one of his favourite things to reminisce, running his fingers over your thighs while replaying those memories during boring social events. the scent of his expensive smoke, wafting around him in a saloon, has him drifting back to the sight of his hefty cock resting on your face - the length throbbing with every heartbeat, pearls of salty precum seeping into your soft skin and trailing in thin rivulets down the contours of cheekbone

he is a fan of sneaking a dab of his yves saint lauren perfume onto all of your formal wear, a little mark of him and something to keep you company whenever you're out at functions he's not attending

he drags you out to clubs just to dress you up and show you off under the bright, colourful flashing lights. you have his eye the entire time you're feeling yourself on the dance floor, tempting him your sensual movements from across the room - don't expect him to act on it immediately though, he's more than content to hold your gaze and sip his glass from the bar. if some sleaze dares to get handsy with you, he'll step in and guide you towards the bathroom as his fingers glide down to your lower back - he needs a bump to loosen up and not hurt every single chump eyeing you up. you're his plaything, after all.

if you spend a night at patrick's place, he'll secretly love taking showers with you - only because you help him rub in his cleansers and soaps into his skin, no other reason. certainly not that your devoted, admiring gaze make him flush and whisper his timid thanks under the steady stream of water, the noise lost in the pounding around your ears. ignore his building arousal, it'll stay there and grow even harder when he pleasures you with his tongue on the counter of his stainless-steel kitchen. you're the only one he'll kneel for, and you bet that there's a steamed-up outline of your ass on the countertop when he's done :3

despite his incessant need to fit in, he's never going to blend in while you remain by his side. you bring out that rare smile of his and that soft chuckle in public settings. you far outshine all the other, dull plus-ones at the dinner parties

you are patrick's trump card - everyone he knows either wants to be you or fuck you, they'll do anything to impress (especially if there's false hope of ending the night in bed with one or both of you)

if you're confident enough, you could be his personal little pornstar!! it makes you so giddy, the knowledge that he could show the snippets of the videos to his coworkers (who dream about getting you naked) and make them jealous of the fact that you've cum numerous times with patrick's name on your lips. the video is recorded on the best equipment of course - he can't have you on video while looking anything less than godlike on camera

he orders your favourite dishes at every restaurant, combs and brushes out your hair when you arrive at his apartment, then fucks you roughly while whispering how thankful he is for you. his babbling pleas for you to stay and praise of your existence echo in your mind for hours after, especially as he rests next to you with steady breathing

patrick leaves hickeys and bite marks all over you and while he might apologise while handing you anti-bruise supplements, know that his mind's eye is stuck on the sigh of your skin blossoming under his lips - specifically, the feeling of his teething nipping your skin and the small hum of satisfaction as he pulls away to inspect his work. if you've been good lately, he'll let you leave a hickey or mark on his chest - it's only fair after he leaves you bruised and aching in his arms the next morning :( if you've behaved to his liking, he'll share some of his japanese pear and kiwi for breakfast. you need some sugar to recoup anyway

if he's been snappy or pent up all day, he'll guilt you into taking him with minimal prep - he will snap and go feral if he's had to rein it in at work, plus the stretch feels heavenly around his thick cock

patrick had once ordered a prostitute for the two of you to experiment with - making sure they were a fair balance between your ideal types, bodywise. this plan went a little off script after the foreplay when you and patrick ended up exploring your exhibitionist sides, passionately kissing and languidly exploring each other's bodies while the hire slowly touched themselves at the sight. that precious hour or so was the easiest pay that person had ever made (you and patrick were far from unattractive), plus that champagne that you poured out was heavenly

patrick has you suck him off during skincare routines in the morning and evening, making sure to cum all down your throat. he insists it's good protein for you!! kneeling in front of the bathroom countertop has become second nature to you, the divine sight of your rugged lover above you routinely making you feel at ease

you had better be friends with his secretary jean because you'll see her a lot. if she gets jealous and her failed attempts at sleeping with him affect her capabilities, patrick will simply hire a different secretary. sure, he'll love to flaunt you and taunt them about how they aren't fucking either of you, but that's just part of his fun. he might use the empty threat of fucking you in front of the secretary as a way to keep you from acting out, but he's too possessive to have someone in a different tax bracket see you laid bare

get him spa day gift cards!! you can both spend time in private saunas or pools simply enjoying each other's presence and use the time to caress each other's bodies. use the opportunity to get a full body massage - when patrick has had a rough week, you're more than likely going to end up with a couple bruises and a few sore muscles

while he's never been the most domestic man, the image of you flitting back and forth in his pristine kitchen flicks a switch in patrick's brain. your earnest efforts of making him his breakfast bran muffins and churning his apple butter has him daydreaming of keeping you in his apartment like a pet - at his beck and call constantly, dusting his expensive furniture and preparing his meals whenever he comes home... not to mention how you'd willingly bend over or drop to your knees in a heartbeat if he so desired

if patrick is riding an adrenaline (or cocaine) high when he returns to you, be very careful and tread lightly. he may have an itch to clean his axe or handguns, polishing them until the late hours of the night. when he's in a jittery and frantic state, he isn't above having you spread out on his polished floor as something nice to look at while assembling the firearms, and he's certainly not against fucking you roughly while holding the gun to your head or body. he's even aroused by the though of you sucking off his uzi, spit-slicked metal knocking your teeth as your glistening eyes widen in fear

when you sleep next to him, he might jolt awake at night before realizing your shifting movements pose no threat to him, especially when you're locked into his arms with your soft breath brushing against his skin. when he gazes at you in these dimly lit moments, his mask slips until he feels a semblance of happiness - there's no discomfort, jealousy or boredom, he's content with you against him like this. after a long while of his breathing filling the dark room, his mind forces his walls back up and reverts him back to his usual self just as he drifts to sleep. no one can ever see him like that, see what your presence does to him... not even you

he has a penchant for fucking you infront of his toshiba 30-inch television, a porno tape or horror movie often playing. he loves the way screams - either of ecstasy or pain - fill his ears as you moan beneath him, the colours of the screen dancing on your skin. his cock always pulses just that little bit more whenever you bite his thumb and take his dick deep inside you as the film plays in the background. red is suck a sexual and raw colour after all, why not have the bright screen fill your vision as you cum on his cock? the vibrance drowns out all other stimuli, forcing you to focus on his presence in and around you

imagine the shock on evelyn's face when she shows up unannounced at patrick's place one late afternoon- he's swaying to heuy louis and the news, hands on your hips as you giggle and pour him a glass. his silk shirt loosely buttoned just covers your modesty as he soothingly rubs circles on your thigh, soft grin fading as his gaze frosts over at the sight of his betrothed. she sniffs, scandalized at the sight infront of her, and tells patrick to not bother contacting her - tim price's phone will be unplugged the moment she arrives at his place. to be honest, patrick could not care less. you're in his arms and he knows for a fact that evelyn will be over it soon - if not, there's a more suitable marriage candidate right in front of him. if you feel bad or guilty after evelyn leaves, patrick will do his best with his hands, thick cock, tongue and credit card to soothe your worries

expect patrick to leave desperate and vaguely threatening voice mail messages - his heavy, stuttered breaths echoing in your ears as the slick sounds in the background get you more and more worked up. the depraved ramblings deepen and get hoarser with each passing minute, so you'd better pray jean doesn't walk in - she isn't worthy of seeing him in such a disheveled and flushed state

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amab hcs

luis is the most understanding of patrick's work bunch - he isn't shy to defend you and be seen in public as your friend, once you are comfortable telling him your secret of course. just make sure everyone knows you're not a part of that yale thing and you'll be fine

although he isn't keen on being open about his relationship with you - for fear of his colleagues and fellow acquaintances of wall street making derogatory comments towards him, or worse, you - majority of the men already have some closeted urge to spend the night with you, yearning to take bateman's place in your bed. let's face it, the cocaine, competition and firm handshakes can only do so much to hide the growing homoerotic tensions between the coworkers. your appeal is wider than you realise, as the compliments and lingering gazes at events would have most outsiders questioning if carruthers was the only gay man present in the social circle

in large social gatherings - such as big dinner parties or company events - patrick is able to hide his hand under the table and keep a poker face while unbuttoning your fly, untucking your shirt and slowly palming you for his own amusement. his bragging of designer clothing, company roles and mentions of a nice house he procured - for you to move into, of course - easily distract the other people on the table from what's happening in their vicinity

if his j&b on the rocks isn't hitting the spot or the cigars his colleagues are smoking feel heavy in his lungs, he'll drag you into the men's room - assuming there's no one in the other stalls, of course. his fly is halfway undone by the time your knees and expensive slacks hit the tiles, his hands mussing your slicked back hair. you'd better take his cock down your throat to the best of your abilities - you don't want an audience to witness you choking and spluttering on bateman's length, do you? of course not, they'll ostracize you in a heartbeat (or so patrick says), so you had better not complain or splutter when he pinches your nose shut and shoots hot ropes down your throat

whenever patrick fucks your ass, he ensures that his mark is left on your supple skin for days later - whether it be a handprint-shaped bruise, crescent nail marks or scratches along your thighs, he needs to have you remembering how well he fucks you. as you sit down, adjust your pants or even just accidentally back into something, patrick is suddenly at the forefront of your mind

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afab hcs

patrick buys you the finest jewelry and nicest accessories that money can buy - the deal is that you give him handjobs with the sparkling rings on and kisses with the expensive lipstick, luxurious material framing your figure like a dream. he is especially a fan of you wearing jewels that match your eye colour or makeup - when he lifts your hand to press a polite kiss on your fingers, the glittering in your eyes matching his gifts makes his heart skip a beat

when you cockwarm him, his length is so hefty and makes you feel so stretched - the weight grounds you as you struggle to gain friction against your poor neglected clit. you always feel so full when you're perched on his lap, the girth enough to turn off your brain and make you drool. sometimes when patrick is feeling bold, he prepares your outfit for the day and ensures that you're wearing a cute little skirt for easy access :( he can be selfish sometimes, on the occasion that he solely thinks with his dick

patrick loves pushing your knees up to your chest as he fucks you deeply in missionary - the feeling of your swollen pussy lips brushing against his veiny base and your clit grinding against his pubic bone gets him more worked up than he'll ever admit

it's fairly normal to have patrick's hand drift towards your chest in the back of a taxi, his face buried in the crook of your neck. keep your noises quiet or the driver might be curious about what's happening in the backseat. his cold fingers harshly pinching and tugging at your nipples make you abruptly moan into the brisk air in the back of the car, patrick subtly palming himself to the tortured whines leaving your lips. if you make eye contact with the driver, mouth that you're sorry for patrick's behaviour and try to save your dignity by biting your lip to avoid any loud noises. if they make direct eye contact with patrick first, however, expect him to pull a smug grin and flash your breasts to the angled rear-view mirror. he might even hike up your skirts to show off your soaked, borderline see-through panties. sneak the poor driver a tip on your way out because he nearly caused an accident, losing all brain function as his blood immediately drained from his head and rushed to his cock :<

patrick buys you two little platinum charms with a necklace chain, his initials engraved on the back of the heart shaped pendant. the other little shape is an axe, the edge of the blade set with tiny red garnets!! he is main motivation for having you wear it constantly is the fact that it makes a small clinking noise as you bounce on his cock, breasts swaying and your glimmering skin making the necklace a truly beautiful sight to patrick

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ftm hcs

patrick will pay for any surgery you could every want - with the small caveat that he must be the first person to see and touch you once you're all healed. his lightly concealed wonder at your altered appearance and his admiring hums as he carefully traces the remaining swelling definitely help with your mood, breathlessly marveling at the miracle of modern medicine. he's praying you're happy with the outcome, it really was the best money could buy :(

if you're only just getting into wearing masculine clothing, you bet your ass that patrick is guiding you through the more expensive stores. no awkward phase, just the nicest clothing and most put together outfits to go out on the town!! as much as he understands how tough your body image issues can be, he's not having you look sloppy out in public - you're his man and you'll always be looking like you belong by his side

you're lucky his designer boxers are easy to clean! every time he catches sight of your muscles tensing, he's undoubtedly leaking into the material. when you're stretching and your shirt rides up, when you grab something from the top shelf or even when you crouch to tie your shoelace - his cock doesn't discriminate so you'd better expect a small, darkening patch. the musk at the end of the day has such a heady rush when you kneel in front of him, his sweaty underwear mere inches from your lips. patrick swears you give his dick a heartbeat whenever you make out with his bulge and especially when you sloppily give him head :3

bateman is a huge fan of quickies with you before meetings with your mutual colleagues - he's booked for lunch after, there's no other time in his schedule to empty his heavy, full balls into you :( his favourite way to spend those precious moments is with you bent over his polished desk, expensive pants crumpled at your ankles and your precum dripping onto the carpet. he is a massive fan of teasing you by pushing his cockhead into your slick boycunt and stroking his cock, edging his length until you're whimpering from the need to be filled. he mocks you for being needy and massages his balls when he finally fills your warm hole with thick, potent ropes of cum. he leaves you unsatisfied and leaking his load for the whole meeting :( splash your face with water and try not to squirm too much in your seat - patrick's classic shit-eating grin might give away the events that transpire mere moments before you both walked into the boardroom

mtf hcs

patrick will pay for any surgery you could every want - with the small caveat that he must be the first person to see and touch you once you're all healed. his lightly concealed wonder at your altered appearance and his hums as he carefully traces the remaining swelling definitely help with your mood, breathlessly marveling at the miracle of modern medicine. he's praying you're happy with the outcome, it really was the best money could buy :(

patrick keeps himself well put together and likes to treat you to manicures on shared days out. he'll ask his friend's girls for the best nail salon in the area and insists taking you. after he comes along to pick you up and pay after the set is finished, sometimes he'll immediately take your hands and hum his approval at the colour or design. other times, he'll give you his overcoat and hide your nails until you get in a private area, bathroom or the back of a car - the reveal of your new nails when you slowly stroke his cock, spit slicked hand glistening, makes his eyes roll back in pleasure. your heated gaze and slightly flushed face makes him grin, happy that you're willing to drool on his cock and flaunt his money proudly. the perfect girl, in his opinion :>

if you're only just getting into wearing feminine clothing, you bet your ass that patrick is guiding you through the more expensive stores. no awkward phase, just the nicest clothing and most put together outfits to go out on the town!! as much as he understands how tough your body image issues can be, he's not having you look sloppy out in public - you're his girl and you'll always be looking like you belong by his side

patrick's favourite evening activity is fucking you in a mating press - his cock filling you and hitting that deep spot inside you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. he loves the sight of your girldick bouncing on your tummy and the shine of your dribbling arousal smearing on your skin. nothing beats a relaxed evening with your tight hole warming his throbbing length

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thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

[atinylittlepain]

ok so given that the oscars just happened, imagine a joel x actress!reader. before everything went to shit joel was a normal human being who loved watching movies and like any basic person had a celebrity crush. fast forward and the world has gone to shit and joel and ellie (and maybe tommy too) go on a patrol that goes wrong and get saved by miss “i just smashed a guys head in with my oscar” or something like that, just a fluff and fun imagine that isnt gonna break my heart in a million pieces like last nights episode

oh my god, your mindddddd - I love this idea :)

Big Fan

Joel Miller x actress!reader

Joel Miller masterlist

Joel recognizes her right away. After all, she starred in his favorite movie of all time.

warnings | 18+ a little angst, nothing wild, this is fluff through and through

Read part two!

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“Are you–”

“I am.”

“You were in–”

“I was.”

“Well I’ll be damned.” 

“Alright, somebody better start speaking in full sentences, because I have no clue what the hell is going on.” Joel huffs, glancing at Ellie who's looking at him like he’s gone crazy, her gun still cocked at the woman in front of them.

“What? You don’t recognize her, kid? I just showed you Curtis and Viper.” Ellie’s brow furrows, but then she looks back at the woman and her eyes finally widen in recognition.

“Holy shit.” The woman laughs, eyes still focused on the barrel of Ellie’s gun.

“That’s not usually the movie people recognize me from. But I suppose it was my big break.” Joel nudges Ellie, muttering for her to put her “damn gun away, jesus christ,” and she quickly tucks it back in her belt.

He’s trying to not be weird right now, they did just kill five clickers together, but he’s finding it hard not to lose his cool over the woman who had been a silly crush of his since he first saw that cheap action movie as a teenager. He knows she did much better films afterward, remembers hovering behind the couch one night while Sarah was watching one of those awards shows, lingering just a bit longer when he saw her giving an acceptance speech with a blinding smile in a dress that probably cost more than his house. She’s certainly less elegant-looking now, but even after twenty years in a world like this, he can’t help the quick kick of his heart at actually meeting this woman in the flesh.

He clears his throat, also trying to clear his mind.

“Are you alone?” She sighs, wiping the blade of her knife on her jeans before sliding it back into its sheath.

“I wasn’t, and then I was. We were headed toward a settlement we heard about, I think a bit further north from here?” Joel keeps his expression steady, but can feel Ellie glancing at him. Movie star or not, he knows they have to be careful about who finds out about Jackson. But apparently, this woman isn’t just pretty, and she seems to pick up on the heavy pause after what she said.

“Do you two know about the place I’m talking about? Are we close?” Joel, sighs, looking at Ellie before making a decision that Tommy is probably going to smack him for later.

“We, um– we’re from there, actually. If you’re talking about where I think you’re talking about.” She huffs out a laugh, and offers them that megawatt smile Joel remembers seeing on his TV screen. Ellie, meanwhile, scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest as she glares at Joel.

“No shit. Do you think you have room for one more?” Joel’s eyes dart once more to Ellie, just seeing the subtle shake of her head, but he chooses to ignore it. How could he say no to the woman who had, embarrassingly, been one of his first wet dreams?

“You’ll have to talk with my brother, but I’m sure you’ll be welcome to stay on.” Megawatt, megawatt, megawatt. He reckons that smile could melt steel beams.

…

“Joel, what the fuck–”

“Ellie–”

“No, what are you thinking? If not Tommy, Maria’s gonna be so pissed she’ll probably cut your balls off.” He shushes the girl, glancing ahead at the woman hiking further in front of them.

“Look, she’s all alone– hardly a threat– and she’s looking for somewhere to stay–” She scoffs.

“Oh, so this has nothing to do with the way your eyeballs practically popped out of your head just looking at her?” He grumbles, hand tightening around the strap of his rifle.

“You just mind your own business, alright? I’ll take care of it.” Ellie huffs, starting to trudge further ahead of him, but not before muttering out “whatever you say, fanboy.” Joel is stunned still by her words.

“Where the hell did you get that word from?” She turns on her heel, walking backwards for a beat as she smirks at him.

“One of those old magazines. Pretty sure she was on the front page if you wanna borrow it.” Before he can get a word in edgewise, she’s already turning back around and continuing their hike back to Jackson.

…

“Holy shit. Joel, look who it is!” Joel grunts, nudging Tommy out of his starstruck stupor.

“Yeah, I know. Just hiked five miles with her.” Tommy laughs, slapping him on the back before grinning at her.

“It’s real nice to meet you. You know, Joel here had your poster on his bedroom wall–” The nudge he gives his brother this time is a little less friendly, causing Tommy to grumble and rub his arm. She, however, takes it in stride, laughing lightly as she shifts in her boots.

“I’m flattered, really. It’s, um, it’s nice to meet you, Tommy.” Tommy’s eyes go wide.

“I can’t believe you just said my name. This is crazy–”

“Tommy.” Joel cuts his brother off with a hard look before he embarrasses himself anymore. He clears his throat, seeming to get a hold of himself as Joel continues.

“She had been traveling with a group, looking for this place. She’s the only one left though. Was hoping to join the town.” Tommy grins again, glancing between her and Joel.

“Well, I’m sure we can make that happen. I think Joel would kill me if I didn’t let–” He squeezes Tommy’s shoulder hard, willing him to shut his mouth. 

“That little house next to ours is still empty. Why don’t we set her up there?” Tommy’s smile at his brother’s words is all too smug for Joel’s taste, but he still nods, turning his attention back to her.

“If that’s alright with you, ma’am. I’ll let the folks know to turn the gas and electric back on for that place.” She smiles brightly at that.

“That would be amazing. Thank you so much. I owe you all big time.” Tommy snorts.

“I’m pretty sure you can pay Joel back with an autograph, he’d probably cre—“ Joel’s heard enough, resorting to kicking Tommy in the ankle to shut him up. Ellie huffs from where she’s watching their pathetic display.

“Alright, well if you two freaks are done making fools of yourselves, I’ll show her over to that house.” 

…

When Joel gets home, the first thing he does is look at that DVD. He had found it a week or two ago on a patrol shift, left in a hollowed-out RV. Ellie was less than impressed and Maria refused to show it at movie night because it’s so gory, but he held onto it anyways. He can still remember going to see it in the theater with Tommy, both of them too young to get in if not for their friend working the ticket booth. He flips the case over in his hands, and sure enough, there she is on the back cover, looking impossibly beautiful while firing a machine gun. What’s not to like, right?

He’s broken out of his revelry by the sound of the front door opening, and soon enough, Ellie is stomping up the stairs to come looking for him. When she finds him in his bedroom, sitting on the end of his bed, she glances at the DVD he’s holding, a grin spreading over her face.

“Just like you remember, huh, old man?” He grumbles, getting up to set the movie back on the bookshelf before turning back to Ellie.

“She settling in alright?” She hums, nodding lightly.

“Yep, made a beeline for a shower. Told me to thank you. I told her you’d be coming around for your autograph later.” His face crumples in indignation while Ellie lets out a cackle.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. But in all seriousness, I think she’s interested– in you– which pains me to even say, but, I figure you deserve to know that the woman of your pubescent dreams was asking questions about you.” Joel’s jaw goes slack, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead.

“She– she was asking about me?” Ellie nods around a smirk.

“Mmhmm. And I told her you’re a grumpy old bum who doesn’t take kindly to strangers.” He huffs, but she laughs again.

“Sorry, kidding again. I didn’t tell her much. Just that you’ll be around. But if I were you, I’d “be around” sooner rather than later, before the rest of Jackson gets a piece of her. Snatch her up before there’s sweeter bait to bite down on, you know?” He thinks briefly that he needs to see just what sort of magazines this kid is reading, because he can’t quite believe what’s coming out of her mouth. He grumbles, shaking his head at her antics.

“There ain’t gonna be any snatching going on. Just mind your–” She huffs, already walking out of his room.

“Mind my business, yeah, yeah, I know. But think about what I said, old man. Better cast your line quick for this one. My guess is you weren’t the only one who had her poster in your bedroom back before.” 

He’s not letting that kid read magazines anymore.

…

When he steps out on his porch later in the afternoon, fully intent on what Ellie has affectionately started calling his “adult nap time,” he’s interrupted by someone calling his name. He catches sight of her sitting on the porch of the little house next door, waving and smiling at him like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Hey, neighbor.” He tentatively waves back, but that doesn’t seem to satisfy her as she motions for him to join her. He sighs, rather stiffly walking over to her porch and joining her on the bench seat, keeping a very respectable distance between them. Clickers, raiders, general imminent danger, he can handle. Pretty lady? That’s touchy. Pretty lady who he imagined marrying as a teenager? Just put him out of his misery already. He knows it’s ridiculous, that none of that matters now. She’s just as worn and weathered as the rest of them by this crumbled world. But that smile she keeps flashing him might just bring him to his knees.

“I wanted to thank you– for bringing me along. I was, uh, starting to lose hope back there a little bit.” He nods, glancing at her.

“No need for thanks. Just the right thing to do in this world. I’m sorry– about your group. I don’t know what happened, but that couldn’t have been easy being out there on your own.” She shrugs, waving off his sentiment.

“It was barely a group to begin with. Just some folks who happened to get out of the San Francisco QZ together.” His brain is quickly trying to knit together the movie star he remembers from the past and this woman who sits before him now, an obvious edge to her.

“Were you in California? Back when everything…” She nods, her face set in a grim look.

“LA, where else? Now that was a nightmare. I bet the only worse place to be when everything went down was New York. Bodies everywhere. Don’t think I’ll ever forget it.” She lets out a humorless laugh before glancing at him.

“That movie you like so much? I remember when I got the role, I had no idea how I was gonna pull it off. Grizzled heroine with a dark past and a penchant for violence. I was nothing like her. But now, I feel a whole lot more like her and a whole lot less like me.” She sighs, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I dumped that on you.” Joel is quick to shake his head, leaning over his thighs to catch her gaze.

“No, no. I get it– in my own way, I guess. The world changed and– we had to change with it.” That coaxes a crooked smile out of her as she looks at him. A simple silence descends between them as they share quiet smiles. She finally giggles, scrunching her nose at him.

“That girl– Ellie? I think she said something about you wanting an autograph?” Joel can feel the hot blush creeping up his neck as his face goes slack. She just splits out in a laugh, tipping her head back in delight.

“I’m sorry, I’m kidding. But, you know, what I went by, what people still call me, that isn’t my real name.” Joel’s eyebrows quirk up and she sighs, shaking her head.

“Just a stage name. I don’t really mind people calling me that, but can I tell you my real name?” He can feel the smile tugging at his mouth as he nods. Before he knows what she’s doing, she’s taking his hand into her lap, slowly tracing out her name with her finger across his palm. An autograph, of sorts. He’s pretty sure his brain short-circuits, just barely stringing together her name as she finishes. He murmurs it lowly and she offers him her brightest smile yet, still holding his hand lightly in her own.

“And you’re Joel, right?” He’s only a little embarrassed by how quickly he nods.

“Mmhmm. Miller– Joel Miller, yep.” She lets out a breathy laugh, now clasping his hand in a firm shake.

“It’s nice to really meet you, Joel Miller.” 

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

Jealous Baldwin IV x reader

♧ Mine Only - King Baldwin x Reader ♧

♧ Angst ♧

A/N: Hello Anon, I hope this is what you had in mind. As per your request, he is not wearing a mask in this one! I hope you like it. As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figgures. Enjoy!

P.S: Sorry that it's a little short, I just thought that it wrapped up nicely as this 😊 Also this has a desctiption of y/n

TW: Leprosy

Baldwin the fourth was never an overly jealous man.

Envy was one of the most deadly sins, and he stuck by that ideology with many things. But when it came to his queen? His jealousy was nothing short of violent passion.

Nothing enraged him more than seeing other men stare at his beloved y/n as if she was some object. Whether it be knights or royal officials themselves, his feelings on the issue remained consistent.

Baldwin knew of his wife's shining, yet modest, beauty and never wanted to hide it, forcing her to cover herself with a veil like some husbands would. He allowed her beauty to be seen by the world, but that did not mean that the prying eyes of others never enraged him.

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It was a warm summer evening. The sun was low in the sky when Balian of Ibelin came to meet with the king for a second time.

Baldwin was reclined on a soft couch alongside his wife, who sat next to him with her head on his shoulder. The two were enjoying the sun set over the kingdom on the royal balcony and were not predicting company at the time, so Balian’s arrival was unexpected.

“Your majesties” he greeted in a low voice. Until this point, Balian had never been formally acquainted with the queen of Jerusalem, but he had heard through the not so subtle whispers of other knights that she was extremely beautiful.

He noticed first the absence of the king's mask. Instead, bandages covered the middle section of his face, leaving only his eyes, forehead and mouth exposed. This was a shock to him, his appearance was nowhere near as awful as he had expected. He had also not expected the absence of the king's veil to reveal blonde curls that framed his face nicely. For a moment he caught himself wondering about what he would look like without the disease. When his eyes shifted from the king to the young queen, he was taken aback greatly.

He had heard the rumors but they did her no justice. She was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. She had long wavy dark hair, smooth caramel tan skin, and wore white robes that constrasted against her hair. He couldn't help but let his eyes linger on her a little longer than they probably should have.

Balian was brought back to reality by Baldwin clearing his throat in a passive way. “What brings you here at this time Balian?” the king asked, a hint of malice in his usally calm voice.

“Oh, um. I was hoping to seek your advice on a few things” he stumbled over his words before glancing over at y/n then back to the king. An obvious scowl formed on Baldwin’s face, “very well”. He replied coldly, no longer attempting to hide the malice in his voice.

He kissed his wife on the cheek gently before standing to follow Bailan inside. Once her husband was out of sight, y/n sat back and grinned. She adored it when he was jealous.

Bailan’s gaze was just the same as every other man that looked at her, minus the poor attempt at a seductive smirk, like most knights tried. Unlike theirs, Baldwin’s gaze was one of love and adoration. Nothing in the world compared to the way he looked at her.

She wished that he knew how deeply she felt about this but no matter how many times she told him that no man could make her feel as special as he did, he still felt anger rise in his chest whenever another man even so much as glanced in her direction. He just couldn't help it. And she loved it. It made her feel protected.

She already felt protected around Baldwin, but just knowing that he was willing to stand against another for so much as looking at her, despite his declining health, made her happy.

Y/n took a sip of her wine and sighed contently, staring into the distance. It was not long before the king returned.

The expression of contempt on his face melted away as soon as he saw her. She chuckled as he sat down. “Someones jealous,” she taunted, running a hand through his hair. Baldwin smiled at her remark. “Yes yes, I know. I just don’t appreciate prying eyes on my beautiful queen” he put his head back and stared lovingly into her eyes. 

Y/n continued to stroke her husband's hair as he told her what he and Bailan had discussed inside.

“Did you tell him off for looking at me?” y/n chuckled, half joking. “In fact I did,” Baldwin replied with a smirk. The young queen grinned and rolled her eyes, nudging his shoulder playfully. “You do not have to do such things my love, my heart is yours and nobody else's” she poked his chest with her index finger.

“I know, I just want to make sure others know that also” he said, taking her hand in his. “All I said was that ‘I don't appreciate people looking at my wife like she is something to be touched’ that is all my love. I did not hurt the man”.

Y/n shook her head with a smile. “Lets just say, I would not be opposed to you doing so” she smirked slightly, putting her head up just enough to look at him.

Baldwin raised his eyebrows at that. “Well I can assure you that if it was not for my health, I would do so” he said softly. “That is all I need to know” y/n kissed his cheek as she said that, returning to her original position, resting against his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her waist and placed his head ontop of hers.