#he's so beautiful and he SOUNDS so beautiful GOD

[vickymura]

boyfriend!riki relieves your exam stress ♡

PAIRING ~ softdom!nrk x gf!reader

SUMMARY ~ your boyfriend riki finds you in a state of utter exhaustion and helps take your mind off of things.

GENRE ~ fluff, smut, soft sex, oral (receiving).

WORD COUNT ~ 3.645k

ᯓ★ listen to this! requested.

you swore that the gods had something else against you that day.

with the coffee you'd so blissfully managed to spill all over your handwritten notes, the lunch you'd mustered up the energy to cook for once but never even got a chance to taste from a trip over stairs, a silly argument with your mom over a call, and to top it off, the lack of your boyfriend's love and comfort. it was all driving you to the brink of your limit.

at about eleven in the night, your room was dark, except for the warm lamp that illuminated your desk and cascaded light over the thick textbooks you were studying from. the noises of pen clicks and highlighter scratching was all that could be heard from hours on end, at least as far as you could keep track of.

however, your little bubble of misery burst for good when you heard the door of your room click open. the familiar and beloved face of your boyfriend, riki, peaked in.

you mustered up all the energy you had and flashed a small but warm smile. your eyes, once so bright and sparkly, were dull and adorned by eye bags. your appearance was let put together than usual, and you weren't proud of it, but you still managed to look just as beautiful to him. “oh? i thought you were busy with work. what're you doing here, riki?” you called out, swiveling in his direction from your chair.

the faint bags under your eyes didn't go unnoticed by him, but he didn't say anything. he further stepped into your room, closing the door behind him, and closing the distance between you two. he reached out a hand to caress your cheek, running a thumb over your eyebags, and gave you a tired, but affectionate smile. riki looked like he needed this just as much as you did. "free time." he shortly replied, too occupied in examining the state you were in.

with a grunt, you stood up from your chair and balanced on your legs numb from having sat down in one position for a prolonged period of time. you immediately wrap your arms around riki's torso, your grip firm as you dig your face into his chest and let some of your weight rest on him. you were incredibly grateful that he didn’t comment, let alone even judge on any aspect of your appearance.

“god, i've missed you..” you sighed, tightening your grip around him.

he snaked his arms around your waist, holding you tight against him, taking in the familiar and reassuring sensations that came with your presence; your scent, your warmth. "you look tired." he let out a sigh, one that sounded both exhausted and sad, burying his face in your hair. he knew you were stressed out, but he hated seeing you like this. it worried and hurt him. it pissed him off.

some of the weight you earlier felt weighing down your shoulders disappeared as soon as you felt riki embrace you. there was something so soothing, so comforting about the way his larger frame held you, but it felt short to relieve every bit of stress you had bubbling in your spine. 

you let out a soft chuckle, but it was only an attempt to soothe the worries you felt bubbling in his mind. “it’s not as bad as it looks, i swear.”

he exhaled through his nose and pulled away, just enough to look at you and gently cup your cheeks in his hands, making you look at him. riki's eyes were focused on you, observing and searching you, before his face twisted into a slight frown. "don't lie to me." he said in a soft voice, not stern, but the slight disappointment in his voice was evident.

the smile you’d mustered up for his sake dropped, a tiny, subconscious pout replacing it instead. you broke eye contact he’d forced openyou by cupping your cheeks, looking down blankly with unfocused eyes. “i’m fine.. just- stressed for finals, y’know?” you mumbled out, generously sugarcoating the conditions life was putting you through.

he sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. riki was well aware of your finals, he's heard you vent about your studies more times than he could count. that's normal stress. but the dark bags under your eyes, the way your words sounded. it was worse than that. "it's more than that, and you know it."

god.. why did he have to know you so well? an excuse to brush off his interrogation was right at the tip of your tongue. but the way he looked at you, his eyes so full of love and concern for you, you couldn’t bear to lie anymore. you leaned forward, hiding your face in his chest, not wanting to directly face him as you made your confession.

“look- it’s just… i had a fight with my mom. my insomnia’s acting up again. everytime i try to do something nice f’myself, it backfires. i’m just so.. frustrated.”

he felt his heart clench as you spoke, the way your voice wavered just a little at the end and the way you kept your face hidden against his chest. his arms wrapped around you tighter, as if he was almost trying to shield you from the things that upset you. riki moved a hand up and began gently stroking your hair, hoping the action could provide a tiny bit of comfort. "baby..." he sighed quietly to himself, and moved a hand under your chin, gently tilting your face up to look at him again.

“i’m so tired, riki.. i wanna get my mind off of things so badly. like a relief, for once.” you continued, your voice growing a bit shaky from the tears that had begun to well into your eyes. you were reluctant to make eye contact, knowing it’d only make you feel more emotional, but couldn’t resist doing so.

he could feel his heart break, seeing your eyes glossy and hearing how your voice trembled. riki didn't like seeing you this miserable. he didn't like the way your usual energetic sparkle was replaced with exhaustion. and he absolutely hated the fact that he couldn't make everything be okay for you. he let his thumb gently caress your cheek, as he continued stroking your hair with his other hand, before his mouth opened to speak. "i have an idea."

you nuzzled your face into the wide expanse of his warm hand, his comforting touch balming your worries little by little. his words brought a small but evident flicker of hope into your eyes. “what is it?” "come with me." he said simply, before moving his hands out from your hair, to your waist, and grabbing you, lifting you off the ground to be carried. riki didn't wait for a response and held you up against his body as he moved towards your bed.

you yelped at his sudden action, but held onto him, giving him a look of curiosity and maybe just a little anticipation. your tears had begun to subside already. he laid you down against the sheets of your bed, with him over you, but still between your legs, and placed his forearms on either side of your head, propping himself up.

he let his eyes trail over your face for a moment, taking in all the details he knew so dearly. those damn dark bags under your eyes, the weariness and tiredness on your face, your glossy eyes holding back unshed tears. "i'll help you take your mind off things." he whispered and leaned down, pressing his mouth against the side of your neck, giving you a small and gentle kiss to the skin there.

the look he gave you, the tone of his voice, his worshipping kisses were all the clues you needed to conclude what he was trying to do. you let out a shaky exhale, your head tilting up almost as a reflex to give him more access. his kisses made your heart squeeze in gratitude, anticipation, and maybe just a little guilt. “you... you don’t have to..."

"i want to." he mumbled against your skin, letting his lips linger on your neck for a moment. he moved to trail more kisses along your jawline, slowly making his way to your ear.

"let me take care of you."

you bit down on your lower lip, your chest heaving as a giveaway of your racing heart. you felt heat begin to pool in the pit of your stomach, hands forming fists of the sheets covering your bed beneath. you were stilled for a few seconds before mumbling in a voice barely above a whisper. “okay.”

the way you tensed up with your quiet response, the way he could feel your heart beat faster, the way he could see your chest rise and sink more rapidly- it all brought a small but content smile to his face. "don't hold back for me." he almost purred against your skin, as he planted more kisses on your neck, trailing more up and down the column of your throat, each one slowly growing more and more open-mouthed and hungry.

his words, paired with his soft ministrations were like a deadly spell. you were essentially hypnotized, your eyes fallen close, head tilted back into the pillow below your head, as if you were floating on a cloud.

everytime his lips found a spot on your skin more sensitive than another, you let out a soft gasp and whimper, one that was like a reward for riki. you hummed, grasping onto his hair lightly.

the gentle grasping at his hair only made riki work faster, trailing more urgent kisses along your neck and jawline, down your collarbone. he was trying to find all those spots he knew were sensitive, letting his tongue glide over your skin with each one in an attempt to tease you, to send sensations through your body. 

a small chuckle almost slipped past his lips in a satisfied response, each sound of a low whimper or gentle gasp giving him more motivation and drive. 

riki frowned at the interference and lack of accessibility your hoodie gave, not wasting time in reaching for the hem of it.

“off.” he muttered shortly, the corners of his lips twitching up when you immediately raised your hands up. he carefully pulled the hoodie along with the shirt you had on underneath in one motion and tossed the garments somewhere he was too focused on you to care about.

your skin felt like fire under his eyes trailing over the newly exposed skin of your bare upper body - the bare collarbones and throat he’d marked up, the soft skin of your stomach, your bra. he lout a soft groan of appreciation, ducking his head to resume his trail of kisses on the skin of your upper chest.

he continued this process for a bit, moving from one side to the other, down further onto the top of your chest, when he started to gently press his lips against your skin, moving ever so slightly closer to your breast. “you know..” he mumbled, between kisses, “i love you in anything..” he paused to give a gentle bite to the skin right above the start of your bra.

your breath hitched, back beginning to arch into his touch as he continued. “but my favorite look on you..” his voice grew huskier with each kiss and nip, “is when you’re wearing nothing but my hickeys.” with the last word, he moved his hand up to lightly brush his fingers over one of the clasps of your bra, giving a slight tug to the material.

you let out a shaky exhale to suppress a groan, holding onto his silky raven locks just a little tighter. you lift your weight up in assistance to rid yourself of the bra, letting out a soft exhale of relief when the cool air of your room hit your chest, the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach growing more intense by the second.

riki wasted no time in burying his face between your soft mounds, attacking one of your breasts with hot, wet kisses and gentle nips. he took your nipple into his mouth, eliciting a pretty gasp from you. he swirled his tongue around your bud, humming at the sensation of it hardening under his touch.

he switched to your neglected breast, repeating his actions with such consistent intensity and passion that had you moaning his name like a mantra in pleasure. you whimpered everytime his hair brushed by your bare skin, the sensation of it one like a feather. your stomach heaved from how raggedy your breathing had gotten thighs pressing together in undeniable arousal.

he continued leaving a trail of marks and pecks down your body, pausing occasionally to give special attention to certain areas. he stopped just above your naval, just over your belly button, only to press the flat of his tongue against the skin there. he looked up for a moment, his eyes meeting yours, still focused and hungry.

riki began to lower his body a little more between your legs, but stopped once he was hovering his head right over your waist. he lifted a hand to drag a finger over the edge of your pants, tugging on the material as he spoke in a low voice. "want these gone."

you bit your lower lip at the sight of how he was situated between your legs, your folds pulsating in desire to be stimulated by his touch. you lifted your hips as a silent gesture for him to undress you.

he moved to kneel, sitting back on his ankles for a moment, as he took in the sight of you, laying below him, completely at his mercy. he almost groaned just at that. he made quick work of the task, unbuttoning your pants and swiftly pulling them down, tossing them somewhere behind him. riki leaned back down, his hands immediately moving to your thighs.

you weren’t wearing the sexiest pair of underwear you owned, having assumed that such intimacies wouldn't go down that night. but, you were pleasantly surprised at how worked up riki seemed to get when he saw the thin pink cotton panties you’d worn, so wet from the crotch that they clung onto the outline of your pussy.

feeling conscious under his silent intense gaze, you began bringing your thighs together, but riki was quick to grab at your thighs and jerk them apart. the action was not too rough, but not soft enough for you to have the guts to repeat it.

he looked up at you from his position of being face-first with your panties, simply admiring your nearly bare form. he shifted closer, suddenly taking a hot, wet lick of your entrance from over your panties, tasting your slick of arousal.

you whimpered loudly at the sensation of it, your fingers once again holding onto riki’s hair tightly. you clenched around nothing in sheer need for stimulation as he continued kissing and licking your clothed pussy, his touch so intimate yet so teasing.

“please..” you mumbled out, your words a soft whine as your hips jerked into his face subconsciously, toes curling in from the lustful desires you tried containing.

he let out a short chuckle, the sound sending vibrations that you felt deep into your core. "mm?.. please what?" he mumbled against your folds, his tongue moving in a slow and torturous lick over the shape of your pussy, still only ever through the cotton covering it. it was like the taste of you was something he wanted to savor for as long as possible, instead of indulging the impatient need that his actions were causing himself as well.

“take it off..." you mumbled out between whimpers and pants, your heart pounding in your chest and hands itching to just take the last piece of cloth blocking his pleasure off yourself.

your needy voice had its desired effect, as riki took a moment to move back and hook two of his fingers under the elastic of your panties, pulling them down with a swift motion and tossing them in the same direction your pants had ended up in. he leaned back down, resuming the space he’d previously taken between your legs and looking at your naked, already leaking, pussy with hungry eyes.

you exhaled a small sigh at the feeling of your heat meeting the cool atmosphere of the room. your head tipped back, legs spread open so deliciously, like an invitation for a feast riki would devour.

and devour it he did. riki practically lunged forward, hooking his hands under your thighs to hold them apart. his hair trickled against your stomach the way he practically buried his face between your legs, his tongue lapping your bare, slick folds.

“riki..” you mewled out his name, hips jerking forward at how he suddenly began eating you out with such intensity. you gripped onto his hair, panting as your thighs instinctively bucked together, despite riki's hold on them.

he growled, his long hands finding your knees and hooking them over his shoulders as he continued sucking on your folds. he hummed in satisfaction at the uninterrupted access the position brought him, bringing one of his hands to slide his middle finger into your pussy, his tongue lapping around its outsides.

the intrusion had you clenching around him, your lower lip nearly bruised from how hard you were biting down on it. you gasped when riki slid in another finger, his tongue beginning to suck against your erect clit.

he gently thrust his middle and ring finger into you at a soft, but deep pace, his throat creating hums that shot pleasures of vibrations up your spine. the thick and long calloused fingers of his hand reached spots into you that seemed to show you utter heaven. the lewd squelching sound of his fingers penetrating your wet hole, paired with his hums and loud sucking had you rolling your eyes to the back of your skull.

your hips jerked forward, almost grinding your them against his face. you moaned at the feeling of a knot beginning to form in the pit of your stomach, legs trembling at the way he pleasured you so slow and soft, yet so incredibly sensuous. riki couldn't hide how worked up he himself had gotten from pleasuring you, given how he’d subtly began rolling his hips into the sheets below as an attempt to relieve the aching erection in his pants with some friction.

“riki.. fuck- i’m gonna..” you barely manage to let out a quiet warning before he suddenly pulled away, his naturally thick lips glistening with your juices, a dark look of lust mixed with love in his eyes. before you could question why he suddenly halted, the way he shifted off the bed and stood on the floor to frantically rid himself of his sweats and boxers was enough of an answer.

the knot in your stomach had subsided at the sudden loss of his stimulation, but you bit down on your lower lip in anticipation when at the sight of his cock springing out, his angry red tip decorated with a bead of precum bouncing off his muscular abdomen.

he wordlessly climbed up onto the bed, resuming hovering over you and aligned his erection with your pussy. with a groan, he slid himself into you, his hands finding yours and interlocking with it as he held them pinned on either side of your head.

you cried out a moan in utter pleasure, your hands squeezing his as you took his girthy length in.

“god, baby..” he grunted, digging his face into your chest as he began thrusting into you, his pace slow, but his proud length allowing his tip to penetrate deep enough to nudge your cervix and show you stars.

“oh, riki, it feels so good..” you whimpered out, head thrown back in pleasure at the way he fucked you so softly, almost lazily but so, so deep. you clenched around his length with every thrust, the trickle of his hair against your chest becoming a sensation you weirdly found pleasure out of.

“i got you, baby.. you’re doing so good for me..” he whispered sweetly, his own body feeling like it was on fire at the way your velvety walls closed in on his sensitive cock. riki lifted his head up from the crook of your neck to make eye contact, his face hovering right above yours as he whispered gruffly while simultaneously fucking you. “tell me you’re close..”

“i am..” you almost immediately responded, having approached your orgasm faster than usual due to the intense pleasure his tongue gave you previously. when riki let go of one of your hands and brought his free hand down to circle his fingers over your swollen clit, it was your final straw.

with the last cry of his name, you released your sweet nectar onto his shaft, the liquid forming rings around its base. your orgasm triggered his own, and with a final thrust, riki buried himself deep into you, shoots of his white seed coating your insides, all while holding eye contact.

he remained inside you for a few seconds as the two of you panted, cherishing the dopamine your orgasms had brought. he carefully slid his softening cock out of you, and closed the distance between your parted lips with his, capturing them into a tender kiss.

he brought his hands to hold your waist, his lips lapping against yours in a soft kiss you’d learn to revere for the rest of your life. he pulled away, smiling at how considerably relaxed, satisfied and even glowing if riki did say so himself you looked. ik this is kinda mid but last fic before exam hiatus (rahhh) reblog and comment!! 👉🏻👈🏻 🎀

[moonlitwitchdaisy]

this is what happens when social butterfly talks too much

“h-how filthy you are.” nanami’s voice was husky and laced with warning, trembling slightly as he spoke with each thrust, pinning you firmly to the bed and fucking you from behind.

what had led to this?

you had no idea.

you’d barely come back from school when nanami declared you were heading to his place. as soon as he opened the door, he kissed you roughly, scooped you up, carried you to his room, and bent you over, spanking your ass with fervor.

and god, it hurt.

his thick cock hit all your sweet spots with every thrust, making you bury your face further into the sheets beneath you. this position made you feel every inch of him so intensely that, even though you felt full to the brim, you still wanted more.

nanami groaned deeply, landing another sharp smack on your reddened ass. “what’s your deal, huh? trying—ugh—trying to drive me insane?” his large hands gripped your hips tighter, pushing his cock deeper into your sensitive walls.

“w-what are you talking about?” you managed to stammer, barely coherent, consumed by the maddening pleasure of his cock filling you.

“liar.” smack. “don’t even try to test me—fuck, you feel so good…”

it was too much. you’d already come so many times that each orgasm felt stronger and more frequent, your body trembling as nanami kept pounding into you without missing a beat, determined to ruin you completely.

“do you have to be so friendly with everyone?” his tone was sharper now, tinged with jealousy.

“i am not friendly—ahh ken, please—” your words broke off into a moan as he found that perfect spot inside you, sending you over the edge again.

“again? what a needy girl you are. did i tell you to come?” his pace slowed. nanami knew your orgasms were becoming more frequent as he kept thrusting his cock into you over and over again. that's why he wanted you to beg him a little.

“no, no, don’t stop!” you whined desperately, protesting the sudden lack of movement inside you.

“then why were you talking to them?” he thrust in just the tip before slamming his cock back inside you. “i hate how much of a social butterfly you are.” he pulled out until only his head was inside again.

oh. you finally understood why your boyfriend had been so riled up.

“they-they just needed the notes, ken.” the words fell from your lips in a shaky mumble.

“notes, huh?” he let out a bitter laugh, plunging deep enough to make you scream. “don’t they have their own hands to write? did it have to be you?”

“they m-missed class.”

nanami chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “sure, sweetheart.” he pulled back only to resume his relentless pace, pounding into you as if it were the last thing he’d ever do, fully intent on claiming every inch of you.

“never again—fuck—never give them anything, got it?” he punctuated his words with a rough thrust, making sure you felt every single one.

“yes.” your answer was muffled, your face buried in the sheets as waves of pleasure overwhelmed you.

a firm slap landed on your already sore ass. “louder sweetheart.”

“fuck, yes ken. i won’t talk to them again!” your hands clawed at the wrinkled sheets beneath you, gripping them tighter.

“that’s my girl.” nanami tilted his head back, feeling his release building as his pace became more frantic. “now i’m going to fill you up, sweetheart. i won’t stop until every inch of you is dripping with me.”

his grip on your hips tightened, his strong hands holding you so firmly it made your skin burn. you felt the warmth of his release spilling inside you, your toes curling at the sensation. there was something so satisfying about taking all of him, knowing you were the only one who could make him lose control like this.

when he finally pulled out, not a single drop escaped you. he’d made sure of that.

you shivered as his warm lips pressed against your sore, reddened ass.

“my beautiful girl. i love you so much,” he murmured, his hands now gentle as they rubbed soothing circles over your tender skin.

then, just as he’d carried you to the bedroom earlier, he scooped you up again and took you to the bathroom. there, he filled the tub with warm water and bubbles, treating you with all the care in the world, a stark contrast to his earlier roughness.

when nanami got jealous, he could lose himself completely—but no one else could fuck you like that or pamper you afterward quite like he could.

a little note: i'm so horny and i need jealous nanami.

all rights belong to the @moonlitwitchdaisy do not copy, reproduce, or translate my work.

[rubywithecat]

Fitting their size (JjK men)

Warning: Minors do not interact as this content contains mature theme. Please note that this is just a fiction and feel free to skip if you find any discomfort. Thanks for love and support<33

Gojo Satoru

-You had been with ur exes before and was sure they weren’t small but Gojo is just different. When he revealed his cock, you were horrified about how is it gonna fit inside you. “Don’t worry” he reassured, sensing your thoughts. “I’ll make it fit”. You moaned loudly as he thrusted inside you. “It’s just half yet, bby” he groaned. “Urs is so tight. I bet those guys before me are just losers, huh?” He lazily smirk with cockiness. His beautiful hair strands falling on his face as u admire him from bottom. U felt like heavy to him and when he’s finally fully inside you, you grabbed his back tightly that your nails scratched his. “It’s… so good Satoru” u praised him. He smiled. “I know”

Suguru Geto

- You were all sweaty as his big arms pinned you down on the king-sized bed. He kissed you as his thick fingers entered inside your cunt. It was so tight. “M-mm. It’s so tight for even my hand so how will we make my cock fit, huh?” He teased you. “It won’t?” You asked, worried. He laughed. “Ofc, silly. It will. We just need a lil bit of foreplaying” he smirked as he got up from bed and came back with a vibrator. “What is that?” You asked, cluelessly. “U will see” he replied as he activated it and slowly put inside u as u grabbed his neck and screamed his name. “Don’t cum yet. Spare it for my cock” he ordered.

Naoya Zen’in

- “Don’t try to resist me, girl” he said as he unbelt his pants. “Well, how big—“ u couldn’t finished talking when u saw his. “Nah I don’t think it will fit inside” you complained. “I said don’t resist” he aggressively opened your leg and pulled you closer. “You just need to trust me and follow the flow. Ur pussy will love it” he smirked. You were very embarrassed in your position and couldn’t look at him. He lied down on top of you as he kissed your lips passionately. “Look at me as I put inside you” he whispered into your ears. “And I wanna hear your fcking moan so don’t be shy and don’t hold back”

Sukuna Ryomen

-“This may hurt” he said and even before you said anything, he entered inside you without warning. “Oh god!” you screamed. “Tell me how good is it” he chocked on your neck. “Sukuna, it’s hurt” you tried to say. “U will feel pleasure later, endure it” he demanded. You don’t hate it either. You love him and his cock. And seeing how your pussy adjusted to it quickly, he was satisfied. “See? I told ya you will love it, yeah?” It was humiliating the way he says but ur in the position of high organsm so you screamed his name loudly as he released inside. “I’m not finished yet” he said.

Toji Fushiguro

- He closed your mouth with his big hands as he put his tip inside you. “Don’t scream” he warned. “Don’t want Megumi to wake up” he said as you nodded obidently. “Good girl” he smirked. As he put more of his length, you tried your best to not made a sound but you accidentally about to let out a groan as he nearly entered fully inside you. You bit his arms for support. “That hurts” he whispered. “I’m sorry” u apologized. He shook his head softly. “Nah Don’t be. I can show off to others that ur mine” he said. He made one strong thrust inside which immediately reached your gspot and u could t deacribed how much pleasure ur getting. “Toji! Don’t stop!” U said as he slapped ur ass. “What did I say, princess? No sound” he ordered.

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[emilyronnie]

This inspired me to make my own list! With personal reasonings included:

9. Vengeance Saga. This is not a bad album - in fact I love Dangerous, Get in the Water, and Not Sorry for Loving You. But I think most of the fandom agrees Charybdis is kind of meh, and 600 Strike feels the most jarring, tone-wise. Very anime and video game-y which isn't a bad thing, but it feels out of place in a Greek epic poem. And hey, somebody had to be in last place!

8. Ocean Saga. Listen, Ruthlessness kept this album from last place. If I was ranking songs individually it would be Top 10 easily. I also enjoy Keep Your Friends Close. Although Storm and Luck Runs Out are well composed songs, I do not revisit them much at all.

7. Cyclops Saga. I enjoy the eeriness of this album; the threat feels monumental and real. I could be persuaded to put Ocean Saga over this one. But unlike Ocean Saga, I enjoyed every song on this album, not just some. None of them particularly wowed me, but they're all solid.

6. Wisdom Saga. I have mixed feelings about this album. When I first listened to it I didn't really care for it, but it's grown on me. Little Wolf is my least favourite song on the album; feels too all over the place. I like Athena and Telemachus' mentor/student bond. God Games is great up until the ending, and Love in Paradise is pretty solid too.

5. Thunder Saga. Not an album that left me stunned, but it's adventurous and intense. I adore Different Beast and Scylla. Zeus also feels very in-character (arrogant and borderline villainous) which I like. Mutiny wasn't my cup of tea though.

4. Ithaca Saga. Loved Penelope finally getting her time in the spotlight, and the long-awaited reunion was beautiful. Hold Them Down is tied with Ruthlessness for best villain song. Odysseus's song wasn't really to my tastes. Strong contender for third place, too.

3. Underworld Saga. The shortest album, yet all three songs were like a twist of the knife in my chest. The Underworld song made me sob like a baby. I only wish Tiresias had been played by someone older - he sounded too similar to Odysseus, and it was distracting.

2. Circe Saga. Zero skips. Wouldn't You Like was my most re-listened to song on my Spotify Wrapped this year, so. Circe, my beloved, I'd listen to ten more albums starring you. The sexual tension in both Done For and There Are Other Ways? No wonder Jorge fell for Talya lol

1. Troy Saga. I mean, there was no question. Just a Man is the song that piqued my interest in this project in the first place. The whole album sets the mood of the musical perfectly - grandiose and tragic. Banger after banger!

Do you have a personal ranking of the epic sagas?

Hmmm lemme think

1. Troy

2. Ithaca

3. Cyclops

4. Underworld

5. Ocean

6. Circe

7. Wisdom

8. Thunder

9. Vengeance

[p3achfilm]

darling. eren.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ nsfw! black!reader implied, 4k smut with a loose plot <3 blowjob, slapping, female oral, throat-fucking, fingering, creaming, squirting, pet names, p in v (duh), choking, licking whipped cream off each-other, overstimulation, cream-pie, dirty talk, explicit language. alsooo, i watched ‘don’t worry darling’ again, because yes. anyways, this story is kind of based off of it? i thought their relationship was so fucking cute. or in which eren just really loves his pretty little housewife ♡︎

HE REVELED IN the ambrosial scent of freshly baked pastries, a fragrant tapestry of buttery crusts and sweet fillings that evoked an ineffable sense of warmth. Each inhale was a journey through layers of vanilla, cinnamon, and caramelized sugar, intertwining to create a sensory experience so vivid it felt almost tangible. The delicate, golden crusts and rich, inviting fillings painted a picture of comfort and bliss, making the simple act of breathing in the aroma a moment of pure, unadulterated joy. He’d never been a sweets kind-of-man, well, that was until he’d met you. He remembered that rainy Saturday evening, a moment forever etched into his memory.

There you stood behind the counter, beautiful bright eyes sparkling with promise. Plump glossed lips upturned into a welcoming smile that could light up an entire room. A small smudge of wet dough adorned your cheek, adding a charming touch of imperfection to your radiant beauty. It was in that very moment, surrounded by the intoxicating scent of freshly baked pastries, that he knew he had found something special.

Eren found himself irresistibly drawn to your presence. The manner in which you glided through the bakery, your hands deftly molding the dough with an elegance that appeared almost enchanting, captivated him. Your laughter, light and melodious, resonated throughout the space, harmonizing beautifully with the inviting scent of freshly baked goods. As he observed you, he experienced an unexplainable attraction, a bond that transcended simple infatuation.

It felt as though your very spirit was interwoven with the essence of the bakery, transforming it into a haven of warmth and affection. Each visit became a cherished ritual, an opportunity to see you once more, to share a few words, and to revel in the radiance of your delightful smile. The day you became his wife marked the pinnacle of his happiness. You enjoyed playfully teasing him, dubbing him a stalker, while he would insist that you had infused your dough with something magical to ensnare his heart.

It was an ordinary Friday afternoon. Typically, he would be eager to escape his tedious desk job to discover what his pretty lady had prepared for him during his absence, but today was an exception. He could hardly believe what he was witnessing, his phone firmly grasped in his hand, partially concealed beneath the desk. He couldn’t say that this was unlike you; in fact it was very much like fucking you. With your captivating eyes fixed on the camera, soft waves cascading over your shoulders like a gentle tide, and your bottom lip playfully caught between your pristine teeth. The pink apron adorned with a strawberry pattern, a Christmas gift from him, was tied around your waist. Normally, you would complement it with something charming and frilly, but today, you wore nothing beneath it, the phone resting against what he presumed to be the kitchen island.

There you were, sprawled on the floor, legs apart, softly moaning as your manicured fingers explored your slickness. He found himself needing to cough as the audio began to play, yet he could not help but creep the volume once more. The sounds of your wet pussy sent his mind racing. He could tell you had been in this state for hours, the way your swollen clit pulsed as you tilted your head, your perfectly shaped eyebrows knitting together above your fluttering eyes. God, you were so nasty.

The worst part is you know exactly how to rile him up. You moan his name, all sweet and breathy, and his cock jerks. Fuck, you look good. The way your legs quiver and your chest heaves as you pump your fingers into your slick little cunt, your other hand sliding down to rub circles around your clit. He knows you, knows the way your body moves and the sounds you make when you touch yourself, and that just makes his mouth water. How dare you? How fucking dare you tease him like this while he was working. You had some fucking nerve. You were gonna get it when he got home, no doubt about that. It takes everything in him to ignore the video for the rest of the day, the sounds of your sweet voice playing over and over in his mind.

The image of you laid out on the kitchen floor, desperate and needy and dripping all over the tiles, is enough to make him want to slam his head into the wall.

When he enters the cozy cinnamon scented home, the smell of your cooking irritates him. He finds you in the kitchen, stirring a pot of spaghetti, and you turn to face him with that cutesy smile. Your hair is tied up and you’re wearing a cute little sundress, and the fact you’re acting like nothing is wrong when he’s radiating sexual frustration makes him grit his teeth. “Welcome home baby!” You beam, he watches the way you sway your hips as you saunter towards him, and he wants to rip your fucking dress off.

He’s stiff as you press a kiss on his cheek, “dinner’s almost done, do you want me to start setting the table?” you question innocently, oblivious to his inside turmoil. “Shut the fuck up.” He doesn’t wait for you to respond as he grabs your wrist and pulls you into him, the scent of his cologne infiltrating your senses. An arm snakes around your waist, a feeble gasp fumbling from your lips as he grabs a fistful of hair, cocking your head back. “You think you can send me a fucking video of yourself like that? Huh?” He shoves you back until your ass is pressed against the counter. “Ren. .” A small whine as he nudges a thigh between your legs. “Did you like it baby?” a teasing grin curls on your lips.

He slaps you across the face, and you stifle a moan as the sting settles in. “Fuck you. You know I don’t have time to be looking at shit like that when I’m trying to work.” his voice is dripping with venom. You giggle and look up at him through wispy lashes, he knows what you’re going to say. “M’ can’t help it. You’re so sexy.” He’s cracking his palm against your face again.

You’re practically panting as he grips your hair tighter and shoves a hand down the front of your dress. Your tits are small and fit perfectly in his large palm, you tremble as he tweaks one of your nipples. “Ren. .” you groan, burying your face into his blazer. “Daddy, I’ve been so wet since I sent that video,” you purr, and his dick throbs. “I couldn’t stop touching myself.” You mewl, Eren grabs your thighs and hoists you onto the counter effortlessly. The cold marble is a shock against the back of your bare thighs. “Stupid little slut.”

“M’sorry daddy,” you whisper, batting your eyelashes innocently. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“You’re lucky you’re so fucking pretty.” he growls, veiny hand wrapping around your neck as he kisses you. A pathetic whimper sounds from you as you grip his shirt. You always loved when he kissed you like this, his tongue exploring your mouth as he bites at your bottom lip. “Let me make it up to you,” you plead, pulling away from him. “I want you, please.” he rolls his tongue against his cheek at your statement, blown out pupils staring you down. “You want my cock?” “Mhm,” you hum. "You really think I'm going to give you what you want after the stunt you pulled today?" He watches the way you squirm on the counter, hair still clutched in his ring clad fingers. He pushes the skirt of your dress up around your waist, exposing the soft, delicate skin of your tummy and the lace panties you're wearing.

He grabs the band of them and slides them down your legs skillfully. You’re practically dripping, fucking nymph. "Daddy, l've thought about you allllll day.” He runs his fingers along your slit, collecting your arousal. "I bet. You're soaked."

"Just for you," you whimper, and he groans. Manicured nails press into the skin of your palms as he spreads your glistening folds, the sound of them parting lewd, a testimony to how fucking horny you are for your husband. “Oh my gosh,” thick fingers press against your gummy walls and you cry out, head lulling back. You’re so compact and wet around his fingers and his dick aches as he pumps his fingers inside of you. “Such a good little whore, aren’t you?” you lazily nod, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer into you. Expertly he curls his digits and presses them against that spot that has you seeing stars behind your eyelids. “So fucking good, f-feels so good!” you’re sobbing as you buck your hips against his hand earning a guttural laugh from the man looming over you, “so needy.”

You struggle to articulate your foggy thoughts as he fucks you on the kitchen counter, scissoring your poor little cunt. “I think you’ve earned the right to cum on my dick, don’t you baby?” his voice is soft, spurring you on even more. “Y-yes, please!” you can’t stop the frown that overtakes your face as he pulls his fingers out, emerald eyes boring into your brown ones as he slides his tongue across his digits.

Your stomach clenches as you watch. You’re better than any treat he would ever taste. “Get on the floor.” his voice is demanding now, you pout. “What if the spaghetti burns?” he only responds by landing a thundering hit on your exposed thigh. “Do what the fuck I say.”

You slide off the counter with a puff and fall to your knees. The way your dress rides up your thighs, the way you look up at him with those wide eyes. You know exactly how to drive him crazy. Eager eyes watch as he undoes his belt, and your eyes light up as he pulls out his thick veiny cock. You lick your lips as he gives himself a few quick strokes, tip leaking with his precum. It's a masterpiece, really.

"Mmm," a groan spills from his lips as he smacks his cock against your face. You're so damn sexy. "Open." He commands, you obey and he slips his dick past your plush lips. A choked moan gurgles from you as he slides deeper into your throat, his jaw going slack. "Fuck, baby," he hisses. "You're so good to me."

He grabs hold of your head and thrusts into your warm mouth, moaning at the tightness of your throat. "That's right, swallow it. I know how much you love it," he coos, and your eyes flick up to his as he moves inside of you. He can feel his cock throb. Those wide eyes, that beautiful face, the way you whimper and mewl. You're so gorgeous. He pulls back and slips his cock from between your lips. You gasp and sputter, drool sliding down your chin. He loves it.

"You're so beautiful." He brushes his thumb against your lower lip. "I wanna suck your cock," you beg. "Please,” He grins and guides his cock back to your mouth, letting you suck him. Your tongue runs along the length and swirls around the tip, sucking up the precum that drips onto your tongue. "Good girl," he moans, his hips jerking as you swallow him. He pushes his cock further down your throat, and you gag around him. He moans and holds himself there, watching as your eyes well up with tears and spit trickles from your mouth.

You look perfect like this, and you know it. He pulls back and gasps for air, stroking his dick while you catch your breath. "So good to me." He cups your cheek, and you turn to kiss his palm. "So so so good to me," he babbles, hips jerking as you take him. He ushers his cock further down your throat, hitting the back of your throat, you heave around him. He whines and holds himself there, watching as tears finally spill from your glossy eyes. "You look so pretty when you choke on my dick." He pulls away and you gasp for air. He takes hold of his cock, smacking it against your tongue with a plap plap plap, before thrusting back into your throat.

"I can't wait to cum down your pretty little throat." You retch and choke around his thick cock, your hands clenching in your lap. "Oh god, fuck." He can feel his balls tighten, his body tense. He wants to shoot his load in your throat but refrains. No, he wants to cum all over your face. “Ugh,” his eyes roll back as suck greedily at his tip, one hand reaching up to fondle his balls gently.

"Fuck," his cock pulses in his hand, his release building. "Oh fuck," He pulls back, stroking his dick rapidly. "Look at me." You gaze up at him, a small smile playing on your lips. The heat between your thighs grows as he rubs his thick cock sore, you can’t help but slip a finger into your wet pussy. "That's right, touch yourself, baby." He groans as he watches you, the sight of your fingers buried deep in your soppy pussy is almost too much for him. "Fuck, I'm so close," his hips jerk, and he aims his cock at your face. He cries out, his hand a blur on his cock, his other hand gripping your hair. "Open wide," his voice is hoarse, and you moan, your own orgasm close. Your tongue hangs out as you watch him, his cock throbbing and pulsing as his load shoots from the tip.

The warm liquid lands on your tongue, splattering across your cheek and down your neck. He keeps cumming, coating your face with his sticky load. You’re so close but once again you’re robbed of an orgasm as Eren picks you up and places you down onto the counter, spreading your legs.

"What a gorgeous pussy," he says, eyes admiring your dripping cunt. You're so wet for him. Your head falls back against the kitchen cabinet as he sinks two fingers inside of you, “look at you all ready,” Eren coos. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, making your breath hitch. But as soon as it had started it was over. And yet again, you’re frowning as he leaves you empty. Eren laughs, “Don’t look so sad.” he mutters, unbuttoning his dress shirt. You’d been married to Eren for three years—almost four years, yet you still found yourself gawking.

The way his tattoos contrast so well with his warm olive skin, the way his muscles rippled with the finest of movements. Eren was a man that took pride in his appearance, and it showed. His shirt falls to the floor, revealing the intricate designs inked into his skin, each telling a story of its own. He steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours as he throws his pants and underwear to the side.

The anticipation builds, your body reacting to his every move. His hands are on you again, this time more deliberate, more possessive. His touch a mix of tenderness and raw desire. “Take this shit off,” he places sloppy wet kisses all over your neck, stopping for a moment to pull your dress over your head.

His touch is hot on your skin, like an electrical current. His mouth is on your neck once again, but he doesn't stop there. He kisses your chest, down your pudgy stomach until he's kneeling before you. His fingers spreading your lips apart, exposing your throbbing clit. He doesn’t waste a moment before burying his face in your cunt, tongue lapping at your sweet juices. Your body trembles as his lips wrap around your sensitive nub, sucking it.

Your hand flies to his hair, fingers tangling through his dark silky strands. His name spills from your lips, loud and needy. "Mmm," Eren murmurs. You can feel the vibrations of his voice against your clit, a moan slipping past your lips. His mouth continues to assault your cunt, his tongue flicking across your clit before his mouth closes around it again. Eren’s a prodigy, when it comes to eating pussy. His hand comes down hard on your thigh, the sting causing you to yelp.

“Ren!” You whine as he stops and looks up at you, lips shiny with your arousal. His lips curl into a smirk, and he wipes his mouth. The sight has your body trembling, and you can't help but let out a little whimper. You're so desperate to feel him. "Get on the table," his voice is rough, and his eyes are filled with a hunger that has you quivering. You obey without hesitation, hopping up on the table. Eren moves to stand in front of you, and you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. He's so close, and it has you aching.

He runs his fingers along your cheek, the gesture oddly tender considering what's going on. "Spread your legs," he says, and you do as you're told, "Good girl." The praise has you melting. You're putty in his hands. Eren grips his cock, lining it up with your entrance. You're dripping, practically begging to be fucked.

"Fuck," he groans, as he pushes into you. "Ah, fuck!" You cry out, eyes falling shut. Eren fills you perfectly. "Open your eyes, look at me." You blink a few times, his face slowly coming into focus. He's got a look in his eyes, something primal, something feral. He begins to move, rocking into you, slow and deep. "Fuck, you feel so good," he moans, his words making your pussy clench around his cock.

"Mmm," is the only response you can muster. He thrusts up into you, his cock filling you over and over again. The way he moves you is sinful, his large frame above you as he fucks up into you like a toy. “S-shit,” you whine as Eren picks up his pace, fucking you harder, deeper. The table creaks under the continuous movement. His name falls from your lips over and over, each time sounding more desperate than the last. You can feel yourself getting close, your orgasm building already.

Eren can tell, and he grabs your chin forcing you to look at him. "Look at me when I fuck you," he growls. You nod, groaning at the sight of him so flustered. You don’t even notice he’s grabbing the whipped cream you’d be previously using for a cake, until you’re shivering as the whipped mess makes contact with your hardened nipples. You feel his warm mouth on them, lapping up the mess, eliciting moans from you. His hips slam into yours, each thrust harder than the last. You take the can from his hands, smearing it on his toned stomach, tracing your name in the white foam, sucking the excess off your fingers.

“Oh my god,” he whimpers at the sight of you covered in the foamy mess. He leans down to kiss you once, then twice, it’s a disgusting kiss, spit dribbling from your chin as he cocks his head to the side deepening it. Your hands fist in his hair, holding him close, urging him to move faster as he begins to slowly trail down your chest. Taking his time sucking on your sensitive breasts. He looks up at you, his green eyes sparkling. "Such a pretty girl," he coos, his fingers digging into your thighs.

"I'm gonna cum," you whimper, your orgasm just out of reach. "Not yet, baby," he growls, his thumb pressing against your clit. "Not until I say so." Your back arches off the table, and you let out a needy moan. Eren continues to pound into you, his cock hitting all the right spots. All you can do is cry and take his relentless jabs, you feel that familiar knot in your stomach winding tighter. You attempt to push at Eren’s abs to ease up but he doesn't, slapping your hands away.

“You wanted this.” He grunts, before you can snap back at him you’re squirting all over his cock. It happens so suddenly that it takes both of you by surprise. Your entire body shakes, and you feel like you're going to pass out. His grip on your thighs tightens. Eren fucks you through your orgasm, brushing away tears that kiss your cheeks. “Ren. .” you babble, sore. “I know baby, I know.” He consoles, watching the ring of cream build around the base of his cock. The way you squeeze him, he knows he won’t last long. Drool gathers pathetically around the corners of your pouted lips as you desperately grip his shoulders for some sort of solace, nails digging in and leaving crescent-shaped marks imprinting his skin.

You look so sweet, so good. So fucking beautiful with him between your thighs, so pretty when he fucks you stupid. Eren groans, a deep rumble that echoes through his chest. He feels your cum leak out of you and down his balls and it makes him fuck you faster, the pleasure consuming. You wail and beg him to slow down. You try to push him off, but the grip he has on your body tightens. He growls at the movement, his hips speeding up as he chases his orgasm. You look up at him, brows knit. His head tilts back, mouth parted open in ecstasy. He’s so damn handsome.

“Turn around.” he utters, pulling out of you, mixed fluids dripping down your quivering thighs. Your legs feel like jello, you struggle to move. Eren grabs ahold of your arm and twists you around, bending you over the kitchen table. It takes all of your strength to stay in this position, your arms wobble, threatening to give out.

He pushes back into you, the head of his cock kissing the entrance to your cervix sweetly. The way his hands dig into your hips, the way his balls slap against your clit, his pace is brutal. You try to match his rhythm, but it's hard to move with your legs so weak. You moan loudly, Eren groaning. One of his hands slam against the glass, the other pulling you towards him, fucking you deeper than before. His thrusts are sloppy and desperate. You know he’s close as he grunts and hisses.

His hips begin to stutter, his breath ragged. He curses under his breath, one hand snaking around your throat forcing your head up. You're both breathing heavily, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose onto your back. You can hear him mumble something under his breath.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come, baby." His fingers are still digging into the flesh of your hips, fucking you with a sense of urgency. The sound of his balls slapping against your skin is almost deafening. Cries of his name as he rocks into you, the force of his thrusts is enough to push you off the edge. He fucks you through your second orgasm, hips slowing until his movements are nothing but short staccato. He hates that he’s coming undone so fast but fuck you feel so good.

He curses under his breath, the hand that once clung to the edge of the table, moves to your head. Fingers grip your hair so tight you can feel the impending headache, his thrusts erratic. "Fuuuck.." he cries softly, body twitching, muscles contracting. His cock swells inside of you, sticky load of cum coating your walls.

Eren's movements become less frantic as he empties his load. Sucking in a sharp breath each time his cock spurts a fresh wave of cum inside you. Slowly releasing his grip on your hair he retracts, watching his cum spill out of your used hole. You can't see it, but he smirks, a look of satisfaction plastered on his face. He looks down at his softening cock that’s coated in a thin layer of cream. Your cream. "Did so well," he coos, running a finger along his shaft, collecting the white on the tip.

"Open." Immediately you’re opening your mouth obediently. Moaning as he glides his finger inside of your mouth, the taste of your combined fluids dancing across your tongue. "See how good you taste." He whispers. The taste is sweet. Salty. But you don't dislike it. He bends down and plants a soft kiss on your lips. "I love you." he hums, his eyes full of desire. You can’t but blush and avert your gaze, all these years and he still knows how to make you feel like a school girl. "I love you too Ren.” He gives you a soft smile and presses a kiss on your sweaty shoulder. “Mhm. Let’s get cleaned up and eat, nymph.”

“I hate you, don’t call me that.”

[brooklynnbbg]

♡ MASSAGE - LUIGI MANGIONE X READER SMUT

♡ SUMMARY -  Luigi’s back pain is worse than usual, so you give him a massage to help him settle down.

♡ WARNINGS - Smut! Unprotected P in V, Oral (m), Chronic pain, nipple sucking/licking

♡ A/N -  I don't know if he speaks Italian ok I don't care. In this fic, he speaks Italian! please save your breath if you don't want to see a Luigi fic, I truly don't care! I love my Luigi girlies  <3 

You could tell Luigi’s back was bothering him the moment he stepped into the room. The way his broad shoulders slumped, the subtle wince he tried to hide when he stretched, and the way he rubbed at the small of his back—all of it familiar symptoms you had grown to recognize. 

“Rough day Lu?” you asked softly, setting down the book you’d been reading, one of his favorites.

He flashed you a tired smile, running a hand through his curly hair. “Yeah, my back’s killing me.”

Your heart ached for him. Luigi worked so hard, always putting everyone else’s needs above his own. He didn’t deserve to be in this kind of pain, and you wished you could do something to help him everyday. You rose from your spot on the couch and crossed the room, placing a gentle hand on his arm.

“Let me take care of you,” you murmured, looking up at him through your lashes.

His brows lifted slightly, the soft look he so often gave in bed crossing his handsome face. “You don’t have to, love. I—”

You pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. “I want to Lu. Now, sit.”

Luigi chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “You missed me hm?”

You smirked, rolling your eyes and tugging him toward the bed. “Shirt off”

He grinned, but there was a longing in his brown eyes as he obeyed, pulling his t-shirt over his head and revealing the lean, toned muscles of his chest. You bit your lip, admiring the view for a moment before focusing on the task at hand.

“Lie down on your stomach,” you instructed, your voice gentle but firm.

Luigi did as you asked, sprawling out across the bed with a groan that was half relief, half exhaustion. You climbed onto the bed beside him, straddling his hips carefully. Your hands moved to his toned back, kneading the tense muscles there with firm, deliberate pressure.

He let out a low moan, his head dropping into the pillow. “Does that  feel good?” you asked, your voice teasing.

“So good,” he muttered, his voice muffled. “God, you’re magic amore.”

You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of his neck. “Just tell me what feels good, Lu.”

As your hands worked over his back, his breathing slowed, but you could feel the tension shifting in a different way. His hips pressed slightly into the bed, and a soft groan escaped him as your hands moved lower. His arousal was unmistakable now, and a flush of heat spread through you at the realization.

“Lu,” you murmured, your lips grazing his ear as your hands continued their deliberate movements. “You’re enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you?”

He turned his head just enough to meet your gaze, a sheepish grin on his face. “Can you blame me? Your hands on me, your beautiful voice… Sei troppo brava, amore.”

Your heart skipped at his words, the Italian adding a layer of intimacy that made your body hum with desire. You loved when he spoke Italian to you, and you could feel your own arousal pooling in your panties. 

“Turn over,” you said, your voice low and commanding. He obeyed immediately, his dark eyes filled with lust as they met yours. His arousal was evident, straining against his jeans, and you couldn’t resist reaching out to trace a finger down his chest.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” you murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, then the beauty mark on his left cheek. “Let me take care of you.”

His hands found your hips, his grip firm and possessive. “Oh, mi amore, you’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?”

You didn’t answer, your lips trailing down his jaw, his neck, his chest. His breathing hitched as you kissed lower and lower, your hands sliding down to unbutton his jeans. He lifted his hips to help you, his eyes dark with anticipation. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and you wrapped your hand around him, stroking him slowly, teasingly, as you watched the pleasure build on his face

“You don’t have to…” he started, but his words trailed off into a groan as your tongue crossed his pink tip, spreading the precum that had been building. “Fuck,” Luigi muttered, his head falling back against the couch as he closed his eyes, giving himself over to the sensation. “That feels so good”

 “I want to make you feel good.” you replied, your voice soft but full of conviction.

His head fell back against the pillow, a string of praises spilling from his lips. “You’re so good to me. So perfect. God, I love you.”

You took your time, savoring every gasp and moan you pulled from him. His hands fisted in the sheets as you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around him. He cursed under his breath, his hips jerking involuntarily. 

“Cazzo, sei incredibile,” he groaned. “So fucking good. Just like that, baby, thats a good girl. Don’t stop.”

The sound of his voice, rough and needy, sent a thrill through you. You couldn’t help but hum around him, the vibration drawing another moan from his lips. His hand found its way to your hair, tangling in the strands as he tried to hold himself back. 

You could feel him throbbing in your mouth, his breathing growing more ragged as you worked him closer to orgasm. But just as you felt him begin to tense, his hand  tugged on your hair, pulling you off of him. You looked up at him, your eyes wide with confusion, but he just smiled down at you, his expression soft and full of affection. He pulled you into a heated kiss, his eyes  wild with need. “I need you,” he murmured against your lips. “Now.”

When you didn't reply, he repeated himself, wrapping his hand around his throbbing cock and gently stroking himself. “I wanna be inside you,” he murmured, his voice rough but full of need. “Wanna feel you around me.”

You didn’t make him wait, climbing onto his lap and partially sinking down onto him with a gasp. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements as you began to find a rhythm together. His praises came nonstop, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

Luigi’s hands gripped your hips, his eyes soft, but dark with desire as he looked up at you. “Take your time, love” he murmured. “You’re doing so well, i know its big, but you’re such a good girl”

“God, Luigi,” you breathed, your hands resting on his shoulders as you finally took him all the way in, fully seated on his lap. The feeling was indescribable—the way he filled you, stretched you, made you feel so perfectly complete.

Luigi groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he held you there, letting you adjust to the sensation. His eyes were locked on yours, his expression one of pure lust mixed with something deeper, something that made your heart swell with affection.

“You feel so good, baby. So wet. So perfect. God, you’re perfect.”

You leaned down, your hands braced on his chest as you moved faster, chasing his pleasure and your own. His moans grew louder, his grip on you tightening as he lost himself in you.

“Guardami, amore. Look at me. You’re so beautiful like this,” he panted. “Taking me so well. Fuck, I’m so lucky.”

As you began to pick up the pace, moving faster, harder, Luigi’s hands slid under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head. He wasted no time cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice soft as he leaned in to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

You gasped, arching your back as you pressed your chest closer to his mouth, the sensation sending waves of pleasure straight to your core. You could feel the tension coiling in your lower belly, the familiar heat building as you moved faster, riding him with increasing urgency.

Luigi growled softly, his hands moving to your hips as he began to thrust up into you, meeting your movements with his own. The feeling of him filling you so completely, the way his cock stretched you with each thrust, was driving you closer and closer to the edge.

“Luigi,” you whimpered, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as you rode him harder, faster, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. “I’m so close...”

“Let go baby, cum on my cock” He urged, his own cock twitching inside of you.

His words spurred you on, your own cries mixing with his as you both tumbled over the edge together. His warm cum filling you completely. When it was over, you collapsed onto his chest, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

“Thank you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re everything to me.”

You smiled, nuzzling into him. “Anything for you, Lu.”

And as you lay there, tangled together, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction. Taking care of him, hearing his praises, and knowing you’d made him feel so good—there was nothing better.

[axrix]

pairings: perv stepbrother! sunghoon x fem! reader

warnings: corruption kink, dubcon, somno, humping, sex without protection, breeding kink, masturbation.

from this request

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perv stepbro! sunghoon who at first felt a little guilty bc he thought of u a way he shouldn't from the moment he saw u for the first time.

perv stepbro! sunghoon who starts masturbating thinking of u in that miniskirts u always wear.

perv stepbro! sunghoon who would definitely stole ur panties to touch him with it.

perv stepbro! sunghoon who notices u're so innocent when u ask him how it feels to be kissed.

perv stepbro! sunghoon who from the moment he knew u were a virgin decided that he was going to be ur first in everything.

"u've never been kissed?" u felt ur cheeks getting hotter

"n-no, is it bad?" u've never felt that ashamed, u're stepbrother and the only person u trusted knew that you had never kissed.

"no no, it's ok y/n" his hand moves to caress your face "there's no reason to feel shy baby"

perv stepbro! sunghoon who teach u how to kiss.

perv stepbro! sunghoon who starts getting touchy with u, always at ur side especially when u are away from home, taking ur hand and kissing u every time he has an opportunity.

perv stepbro! sunghoon who convinces u to sleep together with the excuse of watching a movie .

perv stepbro! sunghoon who ended up masturbating with u sleeping next to him.

perv stepbro! sunghoon who sees how your miniskirt has risen up, revealing your pink panties.

perv stepbro! sunghoon who takes advantage of the fact that u are leaning on ur back to get on top of u and rub his dick against ur clothed pussy.

"fuck im so sorry baby, but u i needed to feel ur pussy"

perv stepbro! sunghoon who doesn't move even when u open ur eyes confused.

"hooni-ie, w-what r u doing?" u felt how ur cunny was throbbing against sunghoon.

"i'm helping u baby -oh god- u said that u never do anything w someone" he says stopping rubbing him against u "why don't u show me ur little cunny?"

"sunghoon i dont think this is ok" u felt his fingers touching ur clit through the panties making u moan.

"i think u like it, don't be a bad girl or i will do it by myself"

perv stepbro! sunghoon who sees u shaking ur head bit don't give a fuck, ripping ur panties watching ur cunny and how wet it was.

"baby ur so soaked" his comment making u cover ur face with ur hands "don't hide, i know u want this"

perv stepbro! sunghoon who thinks it doesn't seem enough to rub against ur cunny, moving his tip towards your tight hole.

perv stepbro! sunghoon who think u're so beautiful when u start whimper couse he's so big for u.

perv stepbro! sunghoon who start pounding into u watching some tears fall from ur eyes.

"baby don't cry, i can feel how u clench around me, don't lie, u're liking it"

"u're so b-big hoon" he was making u feel so streched

"u can with it y/n, u're a big girl now"

perv stepbro! sunghoon who loves how ur little moans sound even if u're trying to not make a sound.

perv stepbro! sunghoon who starts pounding in u harder, making it impossible for u to not moan.

perv stepbro! sunghoon who feels how he is about to cum and wants to breed u so bad.

"i'm gonna cum in ur tight hole baby, do u want it?" u nod without being able to say a word "i wanna breed u so much"

perv stepbro! sunghoon who fills u making u cum on his cock, milking him.

"u just cum 'couse i cum inside u? i knew u were going to be a good girl"

perv stepbro! sunghoon who from that moment on always tells u that he can help you so that you don't feel bad for not having experience.

[angvl3tears]

⊹ ࣪ ˖𝐎𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃⋆.˚

she smells like strawberry and vanilla… bsf!chris x angel!reader .. sweet, pure and delicate ׂ ִ ₊ 𓈒⊹ ݁ ౨ৎ

content 𐙚 fluff, no use of ‘y/n’, chris pining

❛ angel? y’coming? ❜ chris questions. voice laced with urgency and desperation. his need to be around you showing. he fidgets with the rings on his fingers, twisting and turning. restlessly moving ‘round on the couch as he hears your commotion in the kitchen.

“m’coming!” you call out, tone sugary and sweet. like you always were.

matt notices chris’s restlessness, eyebrow raising in his direction. “chill kid, she’s been gone all of five minutes.”

chris pays no mind. just waiting for his sweet angel. he doesn’t even really care about the movie waiting to be watched on the tv. jus’ wants you. his best friend. the ache in his chest growing the longer you’re away.

you grab the bowl of popcorn, delicate hand taking hold of your hello kitty mug in the other. peach and strawberry wafting through your senses as the teabag settles. button nose scrunching up in delight.

“anyone want anything while m’ in’ere?” you wonder, asking the triplet boys. so considerate. so sweet. just as you were about to step foot out of the kitchen. fluffy sock covered foot toeing the line.

chris’s heart warms. sound of your voice so sincere. his hands settling. god, you’re just so sweet. always were, he can’t help but think. lips quirking up. jus’ can’t get enough of you.

“no, thank you!”

“all good!”

“chris?” you call out sweetly. “y’want anything?”

he smiles to himself, messing with the material of his fresh love hoodie. “no, m’okay angel. thank you.” he replies and your heart stutters. swelling and fluttering. that nickname like music to your ears.

with that, you take the step out of the kitchen and into the living room. glossy lips turning up into a sugary smile as you spot chris in the corner of the couch. a space beside him just for you. little baby flutters swirl in your tummy. giddiness washing over you.

you gently place the bowl of popcorn on the table, bending down to do so. the fresh love logo stretching on your ass, giving chris a good view of the pink sweatpants he specially designed as you do so. he coughs, ears turning pink. eyes not straying.

you spin, like the angel you are. beautiful hair bouncing. practically like a halo around you. you flash him a grin, holding your mug in both hands.

“c’mon, you jus’ gonna keep me waiting?” he tilts his head. stare meeting yours. your cheeks turn a shade darker. even as you giggle, shaking your head ‘no’ in response. chris smiles at the sound, his chest aching with something so familiar.

you take a tentative step forward, chris scooching so you have room to crawl in beside him. careful of the mug filled with hot water. you sigh as you sit down on the cushiony couch. chris’s arm falling over your shoulders so naturally. you don’t even notice the tingly feeling in your stomach.

nick presses play on the movie, everyone focused on the screen. you take small sips of your tea. you couldn’t tell whether it was the presence of chris warming you or the hot drink. either way you were engulfed with warmth. feet tucked under you. hair splayed across his hoodie covered chest. chris’s favourite sight.

he smiles in content, fingers brushing over the smooth skin of your shoulder. breathing in your sweetness. strawberry and vanilla. his favourite. everything about you was. so angelic. doll hearted. precious.

“m s’glad your here, sweet girl.” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. you pause, mug inches away from your mouth. your cheeks warm and you gush. turning to face the boy.

the smile you give him will be embedded into his mind. so beautiful. god his heart nearly stopped right then and there. “m’glad i’m here too, chris.” doe eyes glazing over with love. cheeks full and rosy. you lean up ever so slightly and press a sticky, strawberry scented kiss on his cheek.

chris feels himself go warm and fuzzy all over. wanting to feel you do that over n over. till he’s sick of it. you give him a small smile before facing the tv once again. snuggling back into his chest. sipping on your tea happily.

matt glances over at his brother, finding him sitting there stunned, blush coating his cheeks. chris meets his stare and matt smiles shaking his head.

chris ignores him, tightening his arm around you. resting his cheek on the top of your head. you shuffle closer, if possible. embracing the warmth. so warm. so safe. in his arms. your best friend. always protecting his little sweet angel.

god he loved you.

© angvl3tears, all rights reserved. do not translate my work without my permission. please don't copy my work! smooches xoxo

[dronningreid]

6 AM

After a good night of free drinks at a bar, reader wakes up in a bed that looks nothing like her own. Maybe that mistake isn't so bad after all.

who? Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

category: smut (that sounds really bad 😭) and flangst? (my specialty). Whatever (+18) (But it ISN'T the main focus)

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f! receives), mentions of alcohol and hangover and I think that's it. English is not my first language.

word count: 2.5K

a/n: Writing this made me feel shame and laugh 😭 Anyway, I hope you like this. I stole the title from a song that I almost don't like but it's very this. I also sacrificed myself for the team by getting drunk on Christmas to write this better (it wasn't a good experience, but what am I saying? I'm very committed to my work). Oh and happy almost new year!

Every story has a beginning and how much you wish you could remember the beginning of this.

A ray of sunshine.

That's what woke you up, a ray of sunshine. But not the kind that sneak in through the window and burn your eyes even when they are closed. What woke you up was the warmth of the arm that wrapped around your torso from behind, that kind of sunshine.

You look at the clock and it's damn 6 AM. You didn't expect to start the year so early but there you were.

You relaxed when you feel a warm breath touching your skin. For a moment you felt so fine, until that horrible headache made it difficult to make sense of where you were, but you could remember the ghostly sensations, the pressure against the mattress, his hands running over every corner of your skin and the way the sheets molded with every movement.

You craned your head slightly to get some clues about your surroundings and then the clothes on the floor became visible in your field of vision.

Damn it.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened the night before.

You tried to get out of the grip of the mysterious man you spent the night with, but...

He pulled you towards him again, this time with more force. "Please don't go." He pleaded, but he was still somewhat asleep.

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

You recognized that beautiful voice immediately. It being a random guy was a bad thing but Spencer? that was worse.

A wave of panic and guilt ran through you. Now what the hell were you going to do?

You looked at him sideways, first at his lips, and just looking at them made you remember how they felt on your skin.

And then you saw his nose...

"Spence." You whispered in the darkness, you couldn't see him but of course you could feel him.

His hands were resting on your thighs, while his tongue took everything so well like a good boy. But his nose, his nose was buried deep in you, rubbing against your sensitive clit.

Were you dizzy from the pleasure or from the alcohol? Maybe both.

Your fingers tangled in his locks, causing his moan to echo through your walls. That made you shiver, but god it felt so good.

His tongue continued to play through the wetness and when you looked at him you knew that you had let him cross boundaries that a friend should never cross. But you were too drunk to tell him to stop? No, that was an excuse, because in reality both been drunk a lot.

You let him continue for the pleasure and because he was Spencer. There was no one else on this earth you could trust enough to do something so intimate, so personal.

He tightened his grip on your thighs as his tongue movements became more desperate. And he didn't stop until he had you cumming in his mouth.

You blinked a few times before coming back to the present, your memories were so fragmented at the moment that it was best not to put pressure on your mind.

Spencer looked so calm while was asleep, you didn't even know why but you started counting his eyelashes.

That would have been a perfect morning. But one question kept nagging at your brain. How did you get into his bed?

Very simple, it all happened while everyone was on the jet, returning from a case.

"I just hope there isn't another case. It's New Year's Eve, we should be celebrating and not catching serial killers." Emily said. "I'll ask for a raise." Then she brought the glass of whiskey to her mouth.

"Prentiss, you haven't even been with us that long." Morgan let out a light laugh.

"It's been a tough year." You supported Emily. And it was true, Elle and Gideon left a void that no new face could fill. But luckily Emily was Emily, Rossi was Rossi. Neither of them intended to fill the void they left.

"Yes indeed," Rossi added to the conversation. "Drinks at O'Keefe on me, who's coming?" And there was the monetary contribution, maybe your favorite thing about him?

You, Emily and Morgan were quick to raise your hands.

Hotch laughed lightly. "I'll pass, I want to visit Jack."

You stood up from your seat on the jet to approach Reid. "And you? Come?" You gave him a slight nudge with your shoulder. "Or you have a secret son that I don't know about."

Reid shook his head in amusement before setting his book down on his lap. "I don't know, I'm tired."

"Come on." You gave him puppy dog eyes. "And I'll take you back to your apartment."

"Don't know..." He bit his lower lip.

"Oh come on, who's gonna tell me random facts all night? Morgan?" You insistent.

"I heard you!" Morgan shouted from the other side of the jet.

Reid chuckled. "Of course not, that's my place in your life. Besides, he already has Penelope."

You looked at him with hopeful eyes. "So you're coming?"

He shrugged. "I haven't another choice."

One, two, three. Happy New Year!

By that time you and him were already so drunk. Everything was spinning around and both had laughed at every stupid thing Morgan said, that wasn't a very good sign.

You helped Reid into the taxi, almost falling with him in the process. When you left him in the back seat he looked at you, with a pout.

"You said you were going to take me home!" He spoke very loudly, without meaning to.

"If you want to die then let's go in my car." Your words dragged on.

He shook his head and patted his seat. "I'm not going to let you drive. Come on, get in."

You sighed but finally agreed and got into the taxi with him.

He fell asleep with his head resting on your shoulder, it felt so comforting that you didn't even notice when you fell asleep.

After a few minutes the taxi driver spoke. "We're here."

You opened your eyes suddenly.

"Hey... Are you awake?" Spencer whispered, leaving a soft, brief kiss on your shoulder.

You didn't answer anything, hoping that... Who knows what the hell you were hoping for. A miracle maybe.

Spencer said your name, his tone oddly serious. "Can we skip the part where we pretend we don't sleep together and we can just talk about this?"

He kissed your neck and your hand ran over his exposed torso. "Can we skip the part where we do this and you can just get between my legs now?" Alcohol makes the braves.

Reid smiled against your skin. "Anything you want."

He moved away a little just to separate your thighs and settle between them.

Reid placed his hands on either side of your head, you watched him intently waiting for what would come out of his lips.

"I'll stop whenever you want, okay?" Even a little drunk he was a gentleman.

You nodded hurriedly, eager to feel your walls mold to his size.

Then he slowly pushed his hips against yours, his tip passing through your folds with ease due to all the wetness and for the same reason he clings to the sheets so as not to slip completely inside you.

His breathing is a mess, your breathing is a mess.

You stretch around him and when you are comfortable with him, then his hips and yours begin to move at a constant and slow rhythm.

He moves down to place kisses along your neck, moving up to your jaw, and then you reach for his hand. He immediately laces his fingers through yours, pinning you under him against the mattress.

His lips reach yours, at first the kiss is slow as are both of your movements but it is that the kiss increases in tone. His tongue battles yours, his grip on your hand tightens, and the movements of his hips become more frantic, almost desperate for release.

The friction has already left you too sensitive and also eager for some relief, so you wrap your legs around his hips to have him closer.

His cock starts to pound all the way in. The overwhelming pleasure makes your nails dig into his back and he breaks away from the kiss to let out a beautiful moan.

The bed creaks, accompanying the desperate moans and labored breathing of both.

∗⋅✧⋅∗

You move under the sheets until you are facing him. But that was a worse idea than you anticipated.

Confronting him after all the images you have of him in your memory feels like someone has just punched the air out of your lungs.

"To begin with, do you remember anything?" He breaks the thick silence, again.

"Fragments." Your voice comes out as a shameful whisper.

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "Me too..." He whispers too. "But I do remember that you tried to leave me in the morning."

"Oh..."

Really? Was that the only thing that could come out of your mouth?

Reid sighed and closed his eyes for a brief moment that seemed like an eternity. "Listen, I know this might be awkward but please don't go..." A pang ran through your chest as you saw his pleading eyes. "We don't even have to talk about it."

"Okay..." He sigh of relief at your answer.

But as a cruel joke of life someone knocked on the door, ruining the conversation for Spencer and bringing a postponement for you.

Reid sighed before reluctantly unwrapping his arms from you. "I'm sorry. I... I have to go." He said before getting out of bed.

Last night probably, no, definitely last night you saw him to the soul, but still this time you stared at the ceiling until he got dressed in pajama pants and a gray t-shirt.

He left the room leaving you alone on his bed, naked. Wow, that was something unexpected.

You stood there for a few moments, before wondering what the hell you were doing?

You rubbed your face with your hands as many questions collided in your mind, all eager to capture your attention while you didn't even want to think about it.

What does it mean to sleep with Spencer Reid? He was one of your longest friendships and just by letting him spend one night everything is ruined.

He was acting so casual, like waking up with you was something so normal...

But you didn't even know how to name this. Because, after all, what was this?

You got out of bed and immediately searched the floor for your clothes. You found almost all of them at least.

Once dressed and half combed, you decided to leave the room and try to get out of Spencer's apartment.

But it was such a stupid idea considering it wasn't just you and him in the apartment. Even though you thought you were going to get out of this alive when you saw Reid's back turned to the door.

"Who do we have here?" Morgan's voice was enough for Reid to see you and you to see him.

You had been caught red-handed.

Reid frowned. "You were leaving?"

You stammered a bit before deciding to stop embarrassing yourself and close your mouth.

Morgan's gaze traveled from Reid to you and back to you before figuring out what was happening or at least what had happened.

"Wait guys... Both had sex?" Morgan whispered, trying to be discreet, something that was definitely unusual for him, but not the strangest thing today.

You let out a nervous laugh. "We? Of course not!" You rush to say.

Reid's frown deepened. "We don't?" He said with a hint of mockery and another of bitterness.

No one knew what to say for a while, but the only one in trouble was you.

Morgan stood up from the couch. "Yeah... I think I'd better get going."

Spencer didn't say anything, not even when the door closed behind Morgan. He just looked at you with severity, a severity that disguised his vulnerability. How vulnerable he was before you, as if his heart was exposed on a silver platter.

You weren't willing to talk and he felt like he had already said too much, so the silence between you only grew thicker.

Reid snorted. "For the love of god, just say something!" He swallowed. "Say something, whatever. That I'm bad in bed, that what happened was a one night stand, or that you just tried to run away because you're afraid that if you stay you'll have feelings for me." He try with all his might to keep the tears in place.

You shook your head at his first sentences, but perhaps the last was right. "I... Am I hurting you with this?" Maybe it wasn't the best question, but at least you were honest this time.

He looked away, debating what he should or should not say. "Yes... Yes, you're hurting me." Spencer didn't understand how the words managed to slip through the thick lump in his throat.

Guilt and you were never good friends. "Yes, maybe I'm starting to feel something for you beyond a friendship, maybe I already felt it before. I don't know... I'm scared."

Spencer hesitated but finally took a step in front of you. "I'm scared too." He whispered.

You hesitated for a minute but finally put your arms around him. At that moment you just needed the warmth that his arms could give you.

Reid hated how easily he hugged you back, you were close to abandon him...

"I'm sorry." You murmured as you held onto him.

He places a kiss on the top of your head before rubbing your back. "Just don't exclude me from this, let us both figure out together what's going on here, okay?"

"I promise." You tilted your head back to look at him.

"Changing the subject." Spencer looked at you intently, were his eyes always so beautiful? "Did you see my bra? I couldn't find it while I was getting dressed."

"Oh." Spencer nodded and his cheeks quickly turning a pinkish color. "I kicked it under the couch when Morgan knocked on the door.'

Neither he or you remembered how your bra had gotten there. But it happened while the messy make-out session was going on.

Reid broke the kiss and slipped his hand inside your shirt, stopping until he reached the clasp of your bra. "Can I take it off?" He looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Of course." You tilted your head towards him, not willing to leave his lips for long.

He gave you a couple of short kisses while unbuttoning your bra. "I love you." He murmured against your lips.

"I love you too." Your statement came out as a gasp when he pressed his lips against yours more intensely.

Both were drunk when they said such important words, yes, but isn't it said that drunks always tell the truth?

[hederasgarden]

Finis

Summary: Lucius comes for you (this is a follow up to Post tenebras lux and Ab Initio) Pairing: Lucius Verus x F!Reader Word Count: 7.8 K (WHOOPS SORRY) Rating:  Explicit, 18+ only. Angst with a HEA, sex (PIV and f receiving), mentions of spousal death/grief and other untagged themes (please message me if you’d like to know what these are). A/N: A HUGE thanks to @aliensupastar and @ryebecca for their help with the fic. Becca also made the beautiful banner as well! This is full of historical inaccuracies and I’m using both Roman and Greek mythology interchangeably.  Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.

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Anxiety pulses beneath your skin as you lie in the dark, Lucius’s body pressed close against yours. His steady, warm breath brushes the back of your neck, but you know he's just as awake as you are. Neither of you can sleep. It’s a cruel kind of torture, pretending that nothing has changed, and that you’ll still be together when the morning light spills into the cell.

You don’t know how much time you have before they come for you. It could be hours. It could be minutes. You wish you could take Lucius inside you just once more, to have him fill every part of you with his love, his devotion. You sigh and he says your name softly, urging you to face him. The ache in your chest only intensifies when you turn and meet his eyes. No words are spoken — how could there be any that would make this easier? What could you say that would make the pain of this goodbye more bearable?

You close your eyes and breathe out. Somewhere a guard’s laughter echoes faintly, while from another cell, the deep, steady snoring of a gladiator fills the silence. Then you hear it. A sound, small but sharp: the faint jingling of keys. The scrape of metal against metal. 

It’s time.

Lucius pulls you to your feet with a quiet urgency, his hands steady as he drapes the cloak over your shoulders and fastens the clasp at your throat. His touch lingers there before he dips his head to kiss you, gentle and tender. It carries the weight of something else, something final. You can’t bear the thought of it. With a sudden surge of emotion, you rise onto your toes and throw your arms around his shoulders, kissing him with a desperation that feels like a vow. It’s a promise that no matter what happens, you will find your way back to each other.

"Have faith," he whispers once you pull away, his forehead against yours. "I will see you again soon."

You swallow, the words heavy in your throat. "I have no faith left in the gods," you confess. Your lips tremble with the weight of your blasphemy. It feels like a sin, but it's the truth.

"Then have faith in me," he returns, his voice soft but unwavering. He holds your cheek in his scarred hand and your lashes flutter. "As long as there is breath in my body, I will return to you."

 "Lucius…" Your voice cracks, and before you can stop it, tears slip down your cheeks.

He grasps your neck, pulling you close and guiding your cheek until it rests against his chest. The steady beat of his heart is a rhythmic comfort, so different from the frantic pounding of your own. He holds you like this moment can somehow protect you from what’s to come, and you stay like that until Ravi says your name in a low, urgent tone. 

"Please, we must hurry." 

You look up at Lucius one last time, desperate to memorize every line of his face, but time is slipping away, and you know there’s no more time to hold on. You step away, your heart heavy, and take Ravi’s hand. 

The cool, solid grip of his fingers anchors you as you move down the dark hallway. Silence stretches out around you like a shroud. Despite your spurning of the gods, your mind drifts to Persephone, trapped in a fate not of her making. The thought lingers, haunting you, as you walk further into the darkness, but you press forward.

Because like Orpheus, if you look back, you will be lost.

–

You ride for days with a small group of men loyal to General Acacius and Lucilla, the landscape unfolding in shades of brown and green while the horizon stretches out endlessly. The dull ache in your thighs has become a constant companion, deepening with every hour spent on a saddle. The smell of horse and sweat clings stubbornly to your clothes, mingling with the dust of the road.  

Moments of rest are brief and tense, and the men around you speak little of where you’re headed. You often feel Lucilla’s gaze on you as you ride, though there is little time to converse meaningfully. She looks different from the times you saw her seated beside the emperors in the arena. Her beautiful golden hair is plaited into a simple braid and her face is bare. Yet, even without the fine robes and jewelry, there is nothing common about her appearance. From the sharp cut of her high cheekbones to the elegant line of her jaw, everything about her is unmistakably royal. 

She carries herself with a quiet authority that even the soldiers heed. They respect her and to your surprise, they show you the same reverence. It’s disorienting, unnerving even, but something in you is too afraid to push back against the illusion of nobility they’ve woven around you. So, you do what is required, what you learned from your time with Lucius and draw from the life you lived before you were a fisherman’s wife. You slip into the skin of someone else who is meant to be here and is worthy of the respect they offer. But it’s a mask that chafes, a weight far heavier than any shackle.

–

On the sixth day of riding, you crest a ridge, and suddenly the rugged coast unfolds before you with sparkling turquoise waters and lush hills. The soldier you ride with stops, just as stunned by the beauty as you. It’s been nearly two years since you’ve seen the ocean and smelt salt in the air. For a moment it’s as if Kronos himself has softened his grip on time and memories of your life before flood back, overwhelming and painfully beautiful. But the moment is brief, shattered when the soldier speaks. 

“This will be your new home, my lady, until we receive word from the General that Rome is safe once again.” 

He nudges the horse with a soft kick of his heels and the animal resumes its careful trot, disrupting loose stones as it makes its way down the steep, narrow trail. In the distance, you spot a small villa, nestled among rolling hills, its stone walls partially obscured by lush vineyards.

“Is it safe?” You question.

The young man offers you a smile over his shoulder. “There are many who are loyal to Lady Lucilla and the General. No one will know of your presence here.”

When you arrive you’re helped from the horse by another soldier, and follow behind Lucilla as she moves into the house. A row of servants greets the two of you, and the moment they see her they bow deeply. They don't look at you directly, but you feel their gaze flicker over you, just for a second, before their attention returns solely to her.

“Draw a bath for myself and my guest,” she instructs the gathered servants, handing off her dusty cloak and pushing her braid off her shoulder. “Bring fresh water and food for the men outside. See to it that they are taken care of first.”

You stand behind her, waiting for some instruction or sign of what you’re supposed to do. But as Lucilla turns and sweeps away, a young servant steps forward, offering you a shallow bow. 

“Your cloak, my lady,” he says.

His words hit you with an unexpected force and you realize, for the first time in years, that you are no longer a slave.

–

You wake slowly, the dredges of your sleep lingering as you roll to your back and shield your eyes from the morning light. After nearly a week on the road, the bed you sleep in is a welcome relief. It’s more luxurious than anything you’ve ever known and you inhale the clean, citrusy scent on the sheets. 

A gentle knock on your door is your only warning before a servant enters with a jug of water that she sets on a low table. She bows to you before moving to open the curtains and let sunlight flood the room. Next, she moves to the hearth, stoking a small fire with practiced movements. While she works another servant appears with fresh robes that she lays over the edge of your bed. The fabric is pale blue and finely made, trimmed in silver, but as your eyes linger on them, you can’t help but remember the last time you wore such finery.

"Domina," the new servant greets, drawing your attention away from the clothes. “May we help you dress?”

The way she addresses you, like the man last night, causes a strange, uncomfortable flutter in your chest. She does not seem to sense your discomfort and waits patiently for a reply, as sure and comfortable in her role as you are uncomfortable in yours. It feels so alien, to have someone serve you like this. Weeks ago, this was your job, your life. The thought twists in your gut.

“N-no.” You finally manage. “That will be all.”

“As you wish,” she replies, accepting your answer with a respectful nod.

You know they are here to serve you, and yet it startles you, the way they defer to you so unquestioningly. 

She pauses at the door, her attention on you once again. “Lady Lucilla wishes you to break your fast with her on the terrace.” 

Then she turns and quietly retreats from the room. Only once you're alone does the tightness in your throat abate, but there is another deeper discomfort that lingers. It takes you longer to dress than you expect and you’re left feeling unsure if it’s the way the garment fits or the unfamiliarity of the situation that feels so wrong. 

By the time you reach the terrace, the morning sun is brighter and warmer. Lucilla is seated at a table laden with food, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her wine cup, lost in thought.  She offers you a quiet greeting as you slip into the empty chair beside her. A plate piled high with fruit is set before you; after so long on the road, your mouth waters at the sight. 

You select a peach and drag it through honey. It’s halfway to your lips when the servant’s voice cuts through the stillness of the morning.

“Did you sleep well, my lady?" She asks politely. 

"I am not a lady," you correct quietly, the words slipping out before you can fully think them through. 

The moment you say it, you freeze. Juice drips down your fingers, a sticky trail running under the sleeve of your robe, but you don’t even notice. The servant glances at Lucilla, brows furrowed in confusion by your denial, but Lucilla simply smiles, seemingly unbothered.  

"You may go now," she says to the young woman, a touch of finality in her tone. “We will call you if we have need of you.”

The servant nods and retreats without a word, her footsteps fading into the hall. Lucilla watches her go, waiting to speak until you are alone.  

"I suppose you're not a lady," she says, her tone not unkind. 

She delicately eats a honey cake, seemingly preoccupied, but there's something sharp and assessing in her eyes that reminds you strongly of Lucius. You chew the peach in silence, but it feels like ash in your mouth now. You’ve misstepped.

"It would be Princess, would it not?" she asks, not waiting for a response before continuing. "You are my son's wife and he is the prince of Rome."

Princess.

Wife.

Your mind doesn’t seem to know which to focus on first. Both are heavy titles, the first unexpected, but it’s the second that gives you pause. It’s a title you never expected to have again, but it’s one you cannot deny you long for. 

"My lady,” you begin quietly, “We were never…married. They gave me to him as a concubine.”  Though you know she understands, Lucius told her everything before you left, you still rush to clarify. "But I was never truly that. I was only ever a slave."

Lucilla hums thoughtfully, regarding you over the rim of her glass as she drinks. "You pledged yourselves to one another, did you not?" she asks.

You nod stiffly, and then she leans forward, surprising you by gently settling a hand over your chest. 

"If he lives here," she murmurs, her fingers pressing lightly, "and you live in his heart, what more could the gods ask for?"

“I...I suppose,” you respond hesitantly, unsure how to finish the thought. 

She smiles warmly at you as if the matter is settled, but you feel less sure. A slave, risen to the status of princess. Would the rest of Rome regard you so generously?

Lucilla seems oblivious to your doubts and with a soft, contented hum, she leans forward, turning her attention to the plate of fruits as she seems to contemplate her choices. She glances at you briefly before selecting a date, her movements slow and measured.

“When the time comes you will stand beside Lucius as his wife and the rest of Rome will see you as such. Because he will tell them to.”

The words hang in the air between you, but they do nothing to ease the gnawing discomfort building inside.

You swallow hard, trying to steady your voice. “Where I come from - what I am…it does not bother you?”

“What you were,” she corrects, holding your gaze for a beat before she continues. “But you mean, does it bother me you were once a slave?” She questions. 

You nod. “I am also not Roman. I was just a fisherman’s wife,” you reply, though that title has long since been stripped from you. 

“Lucius’s father was a slave and a gladiator,” Lucilla replies, her gaze softening when she speaks of him. The love and longing in her words feel fresh, as though Lucius’s father still lingers in her mind after all these years. 

You clasp your hands together, your fingers curling slightly, stroking your thumb over your knuckles. You exhale and meet her gaze again. 

“He was also once a general, was he not?” you question, half unsure why you’re still pressing the point. Maybe it’s the lingering unease, the feeling that you don't belong here. Why should it be so simple?

Lucilla sets her glass down with quiet deliberation. Her eyes meet yours, steady and unflinching.

“In the Rome my father believed in,” she begins, “anyone could rise to greatness, regardless of their past. It was not about where you started, but what you did with the chances the gods gave to you.”

For a moment you let yourself imagine the world she describes — one where people can transform, where their past does not determine their worth. You want to believe her, to let the fragile embers of hope her son ignited in you months ago bloom into something real. But doubt is a hard thing to shake. 

“It’s a beautiful dream,” you say, unsure if you quite believe her words. “Your father sounds like a great man.”

Lucilla smiles, sadness flickering in her eyes. “He was,” she replies. “I see so much of Lucius in him. His strength. His sense of honor.” Then, with an unexpected tenderness, she adds, “I think he would have liked you.”

“You honor me,” you respond, lowering your gaze. The weight of her acceptance feels heavier than you expect.

Lucilla shifts closer, her knees brushing yours. She says your name quietly and you look up. 

“I know you may not see it yet, but not everyone could have survived what you have and come out stronger,” she tells you, her voice steady but filled with a quiet conviction. “That is your gift. And now you must decide how you wish to wield that power.”

“Wield it?” you ask, confusion threading through your words. "I have no desire to rule."

Lucilla’s expression eases, but she doesn’t falter. "No," she agrees. "Neither did I. But that does not mean you cannot help Lucius rebuild Rome into something stronger, something better. If you choose to."

You’ve spent most of your life at the mercy of forces larger than yourself, swept along by events outside your control. The thought of the power she speaks of is daunting, almost uncomfortable.

“But what can I do?”

“In this world, there are many ways to hold power. Not all of them are visible, but they are just as effective.” Lucilla explains. “True strength lies in shaping the course of events without ever appearing to control them.”

You frown slightly. “I do not know how to achieve that.”

Lucilla tilts her head, her smile knowing. "You have already mastered the basics from your time in the arena. I can teach you the rest.”

You’re silent for a long moment, processing her words. 

“You truly believe I am capable of this?”

“Yes,” she says. 

There’s a certainty and knowing in her tone, so like her son’s, a belief that you are worthy — even if you can’t yet see it in yourself. A wave of emotion rises within you. You want to be worthy of Lucius’s love, and of Lucilla’s faith in you. 

Despite the doubt you lift your chin and straighten your shoulders. “Teach me.”

–

As the weeks slip by, you fall into a rhythm with Lucilla that feels almost comforting in its predictability, and certainly far more steady than the chaos of your days in the Colosseum.  Afternoons are spent learning to be a proper Roman woman. At first, the lessons are as expected: how to dress, how to speak, and how to move with the elegance and poise that mark a lady of high status. But soon the lessons grow more layered, more intricate. Slowly, you begin to learn to move through the world with intention, to shape it and, in time, make it yield to your will.

Yet, no matter how much of your time is occupied, your worry for Lucius never fully fades. It hovers at the edges of your thoughts, a persistent shadow on your periphery that remains there despite Lucilla's attempts to keep you busy. The only moments you can quiet your mind are in the early hours of the day, when the sun is just a faint promise of light that lingers below the horizon and the villa is quiet. 

On those mornings you rise without the aid of the servants, draping a heavy cloak over your shoulders and heading to the kitchen where the remnants of yesterday’s meal sit on the counter. There you gather the bread still fragrant with yeast and ripened figs and wrap them in a clean cloth. When you step outside, a wave of dizziness passes through you, a light-headedness that’s become more frequent of late as your stress and anxiety grow. You pause to steady yourself against the cool stone of the villa before you’re able to shake the feeling.

Felix, the same young soldier you rode with from Rome, is waiting for you. He leans against the wall, eyes heavy with sleep, but he rouses himself quickly as he sees you approach. Without a word, he falls in behind you as you begin the descent down the winding path that leads to the sea. By the time you reach the bottom, the path opens up to the edge of the old fishing dock. You unwrap the cloth and tear off a piece of bread, breaking it in half, and hand it to Felix along with one of the figs. He takes a seat on the short stone wall and you continue to the dock. 

The planks groan as you make your way to the end where the ocean stretches out before you into nothingness. You lower yourself until your legs dangle over the water. For a moment, there is only the sound of the waves lapping against the shore, gentle and rhythmic. Then, over the quiet, you hear the fishermen further down the coast. Their voices carry on the wind as they begin their work for the day, preparing their boats and nets for the first catch. 

The first time you came here, you expected the grief you carried for your lost husband would break over you like a swell, sharp and sudden. But it didn’t. That ache, that quiet, constant ache was still there as you suspect it always would be but somewhere along the way that wound had become a scar. Simply a part of you, like the salt in the air or the brine in the sea. 

You break your fast with a fig, savoring the sweetness of its soft flesh until a sudden wave of nausea stirs in the pit of your stomach. It’s brief, but sharp enough to make you pause before swallowing. You will it to pass and it does though it seems to linger longer and longer lately. You brush the thought away and finish your meal, remaining on the dock until the sun’s light begins to break through the clouds, casting a soft, golden glow on the water. The heat sinks into your skin and you close your eyes, accepting its warm touch. In the quiet your mind drifts, as it always does, to Lucius and the pain of your separation deepens.

Was he sitting somewhere, feeling this same warmth? Was he safe? Had the plans he set in motion succeeded? The questions swirl in your mind like the restless current. You try to picture him as you saw him last, steady and focused, but all you can conjure is the look of fear in his deep, dark-set eyes the night of Macrinus' party. Anxiety and dread return to you and tears threaten to fall. 

The urge to push the emotion down, to shield yourself from its pull is strong, but then, you remember Lucilla’s lesson. With a quiet exhale you drop your shoulders and accept the feeling, letting it pass over until it ebbs into nothingness. You take slow and steady breaths, gaining control of yourself once more.  

“Princess,” Felix greets, wood creaking under his feet. “We must return.”

The title hangs in the air, a strange thing even after all these weeks. He says it so effortlessly, as if it has always been this way. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to it. 

“Perhaps there will be news today,” he suggests encouragingly. 

“Perhaps,” you agree, accepting his offered hand. 

By the time you finish your ascent, perspiration dots your hairline, and sweat clings to your skin. The gentle breeze that stirs through the air is a welcome relief, helping to lift the heat that has settled into your body. You reach for the clasp of your cloak, ready to shed it, when the sharp sound of metal on steel cuts through the air. Your hand freezes mid-motion, and you realize that Felix has unsheathed his sword. 

Before you can question him, you register the presence of unfamiliar horses and men in the courtyard. The dust they’ve kicked up swirls in the air, and you cover your mouth with your sleeve.

“Stay behind me,” Felix urges. His free hand touches your hip briefly to guide you closer to him.

Though you do as he asks you can’t help but scan the gathered men for a familiar face, hope and dread tangling together. You find none and terror settles over you like a heavy shroud. Felix rolls his shoulders, widening his stance as he lifts his sword. There are too many men for him to fight but he stands firm, seemingly ready to lay down his life for you. It’s a sobering realization. 

You glance towards the house, worried for Lucilla when you catch sight of a figure in the doorway. Even with his back to you, you recognize Lucius. His posture is stooped with weariness, but his presence still commands the air around him as he speaks with his mother and an older man beside her.

“Felix,” you whisper, fingers curling into the fabric of his cloak. 

He shifts to look at you, but you cannot tear your gaze from Lucius, greedily drinking him in like a mirage in the desert, terrified if you blink that he’ll vanish. His dark brown hair is matted with dirt and sweat, his clothes torn and stained. You can see his bare arms are streaked with cuts and bruises and a bloody bandage, hastily wrapped around his left bicep, hangs loose. The sight of him is a brutal testament to his journey and your chest aches at the thought of all he’s been through. 

But he’s here. Alive.

Before you realize it, you’re moving towards him. There is nothing dignified in the way you throw yourself into his arms when he turns to face you, colliding into him with enough force to send him staggering back. His arms wrap around you, steadying you both, and you bury your face against him. Your fingers twist into the hair at the nape of his neck as if you’re trying to anchor yourself to him.

Lucius says your name and a great, painful sob bursts from within you. He pulls away just enough to stroke your face and press his forehead to yours. His touch is gentle yet trembling, as though he's trying to reassure himself that you're real, that this moment is real. 

“I am here,” he murmurs, “I have returned to you, just as I promised.”

You move closer to him, still shaking, and with a fierceness you can’t contain, you whisper, “Had you not, I would have gone to Pluto himself.”

“I have no doubt,” he replies, a wry smile on his lip.

Together, you breathe the same air, the rhythm of your heart easing. When you brush your nose against his, he tilts his head, letting his lips graze yours in an achingly sweet kiss. Every part of you longs to lose yourself in it, but you’re acutely aware of your surroundings — and of the role you must play. 

With a quiet effort, you pull yourself from Lucius. Heat blooms in your cheeks when you realize nearly everyone is watching the two of you, but Lucius feels no such shame. He grasps your hand in his and with a proud tilt of his jaw, tugs you forward. Lucilla smiles warmly as you approach and introduces the man at her side as her husband, General Acacius.

“I have heard so much about you from Lucius,” Acacius shares, watching you with a mix of admiration and curiosity. “You are all he would speak of these last few weeks.”

You dip your head, both embarrassed and oddly pleased by the thought of Lucius talking about you to others.

“I have grown fond of her as well,” Lucilla admits. You feel her light touch on your arm before she withdraws and shifts her attention to her son and husband. “I wish to hear everything that has transpired in Rome, but you are both in need of a bath. Go,” she commands lightly.

Acacius turns to his wife with an affectionate look. He rests his fist over his chest, bowing deeply. “As my lady commands.”

You smile at Lucius, squeezing his hand. "Go," you encourage him. "We must see to it that the men are taken care of. They will need food, water, and a place to rest."

Lucius glances at his mother, and then his gaze shifts back to you. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes, surprise, perhaps, but he masks it quickly. He leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek, the gesture laden with affection. Then, with a final glance, he turns to Acacius and follows the older man out of the room.

You watch them leave and then look at Lucilla. She meets your gaze and offers a subtle but approving nod. It’s a quiet gesture but with it, the weight of responsibility settles heavily upon your shoulders. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, before stepping forward and catching the attention of two servants nearby. Their eyes meet yours with attentive expectation as you give them clear instructions on how best to tend to the garrison of soldiers gathered in the courtyard. 

Every detail must be accounted for. These are the men who helped Lucius free Rome and brought him home safely to you. They deserve your care and your respect. But more than that, you understand something deeper: how you treat them now will not be forgotten. These soldiers will remember how they were received — whether with kindness, attention, and dignity or with indifference — and they will speak of it when they leave here.

Caring for them is not simply fulfilling a duty. You are establishing a connection, a foundation of trust and goodwill that will extend beyond this moment. 

–

You find Lucius in your room sometime later, seemingly lost in thought. He drinks deeply from a cup of wine, and you take a moment to study his profile, content to simply watch him. The soft glow of the hearth casts shadows across his face, blurring the sharp lines of his features. His hair and skin are still damp from the bath, and he wears nothing but a simple towel, cinched tightly around his waist. Though weary, he seems more relaxed than you can ever recall seeing him.

When he lowers his cup, his eyes meet yours. "How are the men?" he ask with a smile. 

“They are being taken care of," you reply. “They deserve it after what they’ve done for you."

Lucius steps closer, his hands reaching to cup your face. The familiar warmth of his calloused palms is grounding, a silent comfort.

"You have done well," he says, his voice thick with gratitude. "I am proud of you."

In his gaze, you see more than just affection – there’s respect. You try to look away, overwhelmed, but he holds your eyes, unwilling to let you break the connection.

"I am doing what needs to be done," you reply quietly. "For Rome. For you."

“For Rome?” He questions. “Since when do you speak so fondly of her?”

“Since I have fallen in love with a Roman,” you confess. 

A smile tugs at the corners of Lucius’s lips, his eyes softening as he looks at you. You reach up, drawn to the familiar comfort of his touch, and curl your fingers over his. But when you brush over the bare skin of his finger, you realize the ring he’s worn as long as you’ve known him is gone. 

“Lucius,” you breathe. “Your ring…”

His eyes close and a tremor passes through his body, an echo of a long-buried pain. When his hands fall from your face you mourn the loss of his touch.

“I returned it to the sea,” he says roughly, as if the words themselves are heavy. “Where it ended.” 

You stare at him, shocked.

“I do not need it any longer,” Lucius continues quietly, trying to ease the air between you. “I have avenged her.”

A quiet ache blooms inside you as you think of your own wedding band, the one taken from you when you were made a prisoner of Rome. You remember its weight and shape, your thumb often tracing the space where it used to sit as if it could somehow conjure it back. You wonder if it hadn't been stolen from you, if you could let it go as Lucius has done. 

“I carry Arashat with me. In my blood, in my bones.” His eyes open then, startlingly blue and clear. “It is the same way your husband still lives inside you.”

Your lip trembles and you sway, your body caught in the pull of something too deep for words. Before you ever fell in love with Lucius, before his touch became something that soothed the ache inside you, you forged a connection through shared grief. You could not escape those you lost, no matter how many years passed. But neither of you would ever want to.

Lucius’s voice breaks through the silence, his words raw and vulnerable. “More than that, it felt wrong to still wear it,” he admits. “When I love you the way a husband should love his wife.”

Your lips part, the words unable to form as they twist inside you. "A wife?" you repeat. You're unsure whether they should be a question or an answer. 

He smiles, his lips brushing over yours in the gentlest of kisses. “My wife,” he confirms. “If you will have me.”

A bubble of laughter escapes your chest and you push forward, capturing his lips with yours in a possessive, claiming kiss. For Lucilla to bestow that title upon you was one thing, but to hear it from Lucius —asking you to take it — feels like something you didn’t realize you were waiting for. 

“Yes,” you whisper, the word barely escaping in the space between you. “Yes, I will have you.”

Lucius urges you toward the bed, his mouth devouring yours. You fall together into the soft sheets and the weight of him almost steals your breath, but he hardly seems to notice. He pulls at your dress, baring your shoulder to his hungry lips. 

"I have dreamed of this every night," he breathes against your skin. "Your warmth. Your sweetness." 

Need flares hotly in your belly and you aid Lucius in removing your clothes. When you are bare to him he gazes down at you, his teeth catching his lower lip in an almost unconscious gesture of desire.  Those sharp eyes see all, cataloging the way you sigh and arch your back when his large hands cup your breasts. Even his tender touch feels overwhelming and it’s almost painful the way his roughened fingers tease the sensitive peaks of your nipples

You tremble when his hands sweep lower, ghosting over your stomach to frame your hips. The brief pressure of his touch is soothing and you exhale as he moves down your body, finally settling between your parted thighs. In the flickering light, you see a hunger in his eyes, something so consuming it wipes away the weariness that’s clung to him since he’s returned.

“I fought for Rome, but I fought for this too,” he admits. "You are far sweeter than any honey.”

His words twist your stomach pleasantly and your fingers brush an errant curl from his forehead. 

“Lucius…”

“Yes, touch me,” he encourages, lowering his mouth to you. 

You drag your nails gently over the back of his neck, tracing the curve of his scalp, and feel him shudder in response. His breath falls over your skin and you lift your hips. Scars old and new catch on your fingertips as your hands roam over his broad shoulders. There’s nothing hurried about Lucius’s touch, it’s a slow exploration of your body, something he was denied last time. 

Each brush of his tongue sends a surge of warmth through you and you respond by threading your fingers through his hair and tugging him closer. You need more and he gives it to you, delving deeper, greedy, and desperate for your taste. Your heart beats faster as one finger and then another slips easily inside you. He curls them up and seals his mouth over the most sensitive part of you, applying a dizzying amount of pressure. As he drinks from you his fingers move like a wave, a rhythmic caress that draws you closer and closer to the inevitable edge. 

“Please,” you gasp, drawing your knees towards your chest and riding his face with a desperation that would shame you were it not for the way Lucius responds with a needy groan. There’s a fleeting moment where it feels like the sensations he drags from your body are too much to contain, but then they overflow and you let out a desperate cry of relief.

Lucius does not relent until you push at his head. Then, he stares up at you, his mouth slightly parted, his face flushed. Your fingers have made a mess of his hair and his beard glistens with your arousal. He looks entirely too pleased with himself as he crawls up your body, pausing briefly to pull the towel from his waist. 

“My wife, my wife,” he murmurs. “Mine.”

“My husband,” you whisper back, curling your leg over his hip as he sinks inside you, filling you completely. 

A range of emotions flicker across his face — joy and pleasure, rapture and relief — each one passing like a fleeting wave, too intense to hold but impossible to ignore. You draw him close and his chest slides against yours. The air around you feels warm and heavy, thick with significance of the moment. Lucius’s labored breaths, slow and steady, fills the space, becoming the only rhythm that matters.

You stare into his blue eyes as you climb higher and higher together. There’s no need for words here, just him and the way he moves above you and inside you. He almost looks anguished as he strains and pants, pressing his forehead to yours. You hold him tightly, eyes sliding closed as something beautiful unfurls inside and everything goes quiet. 

After, you remain entwined, bodies tangled, until the warmth of your skin cools and the cadence of your breath slows. Only then does Lucius pull away, and his absence creates a hollow ache that lingers. It only eases once he returns, drawing you close and wrapping his arm around your waist. He rests his head against your stomach, his gaze lifting to meet yours. You run your fingers through his hair, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“I thought about this often,” he admits quietly. “Of seeing you. Holding you.” He pauses, and in the stillness of the moment, you can feel the weight of everything he’s been through, every battle, every loss, every moment of doubt. "There were so many times I thought this would not be my fate.”

The raw emotion in his voice makes your throat tighten, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. It’s a feeling you’ve carried too, that you might never see him again.

“But you are here now, with me,” you remind him, resting your palm against his cheek. He sighs and you study his face. “Yet something troubles you.”

He shakes his head in denial, but the movement is half-hearted, a fleeting attempt to hide what he feels. Your fingers gently brush over the space between his brows, where the faintest line of worry has settled. 

“This tells me otherwise,” you say with a knowing look. 

He doesn’t say anything at first. His eyes search yours, as though he’s trying to find the words to explain what’s inside him.

“For so long I have been sustained by vengeance. It was always the next fight, the next battle, the next plan.” He closes his eyes and you can see the deep grooves time has etched into his face, the shadows of everything he's survived. “I did not let myself think about what would happen after all of this.”

“You rebuild Rome,” you tell him, the words simple but resolute.

His gaze doesn’t waver as he looks at you and he asks, “Is that what you want? Truly?”

“I want you. I want a life of peace and happiness,” you tell him, your fingers gently carding through his hair in a quiet reassurance. “Your grandfather’s dream would give that to me and so many others.”

“What else do you imagine in this life of ours?” he questions. 

There’s a quiet intensity behind his question and he watches you closely, almost like he’s searching for something. 

“What is it you imagine?” You ask.

"At times, I wondered..." he trails off, exhaling slowly, and turning his head so that his gaze drifts to the ceiling. The silence between you stretches and you watch the muscles of his throat work as he swallows hard. He seems to measure his words, as if what he’s about to say carries more significance than he’s ready to give voice to.  

“I thought I might find you with child when I returned,” he whispers, the longing in his voice palpable.

With child. The phrase lingers in your mind, tugging at something just beyond your reach. A nagging thought, one you’ve pushed away too many times, starts to surface. But before you can grasp it, Lucius's next words pull you back.

“I imagined a little boy with your eyes…or a girl with your smile.” He continues, the corner of his mouth lifting wistfully to transform his face into something even more handsome. “Children that would have your kindness, your goodness.” 

His confession is a painful one, unearthing a hope you buried so deep you almost forgot it existed. It was a dream you never let yourself entertain, because you knew, deep down, that if you planted that seed, nurtured it even for a moment, you’d never recover from its loss.

When Lucius looks back to you the question is clear in his eyes. Your answer comes before you can give it conscious thought. 

“Yes,” you assure him. How could you not want a child with the same fierce tenderness that Lucius carries in his heart? Someone who would inherit the best of both of you.

Lucius rises from your lap and draws you into his embrace.

“The thought of your growing round with my child is a prospect I look forward to,” he admits, resting his hand on the soft flesh of your belly. 

A jolt of something tightens in your lower abdomen at his touch, an unfamiliar flutter that gives you pause. And with it, the errant thought that had lingered at the edges of your mind, too fleeting to catch, comes rushing back into focus. 

You think of the dull, almost cramping sensation you’ve been attributing to the coming of your menses. How it never quite felt right. Too mild, too inconsistent. And the waves of nausea and exhaustion that have plagued you over the past few weeks alongside the other subtle changes in your body, small things that you dismissed as stress and anxiety.

But now, as his hand lingers there, warm and steady against your skin, the truth unfurls in your mind, clear and undeniable.

You’re already pregnant.

Lucius senses the shift in your demeanor and his brow furrows in concern. "What is wrong?" he asks.

“I do not think you will have to wait long,” you whisper with a shaky exhale. “I-I…I’ve been feeling strange these last weeks. I thought it was stress but…”

Lucius’s finger flexes against your belly, his gaze briefly flickering to your hand where it rests over his. Then, his eyes return to your face, and his words come soft but certain. “You have not bled.”

You shake your head and the hope and joy that suffuses every part of your body is almost crushing in its intensity. You can't hold it back anymore. Tearful joy spills from your eyes, and a breathless laugh escapes you, fragile and free all at once.

“A child,” Lucius breathes. 

The tender look of hope on his face and the love in his gaze is more beautiful than anything you could have imagined. His hand moves from your belly to cup your face, the touch so gentle it feels like something sacred. He pulls you into his arms, and for a long, perfect moment, you let yourself sink into the warmth of his embrace. His lips press softly against yours, so tender, almost reverent, as if this kiss is a quiet vow, a promise of everything to come.

When he pulls back, his forehead stays against yours, his breath mingling with yours. The love in his eyes is deep, unshakable and you know with certainty that this moment is not just the beginning of your child’s life, but the beginning of a life the two of you deserve. Together.

–

The chariot jolts, the rough motion throwing you off balance, but Lucius quickly steadies you with a firm hand on the small of your back. His touch seeps through the fabric of your white gown, grounding you as you lean into him instinctively. The chaos of the parade is overwhelming. Crowds line the street and the air buzzes with anticipation as the noise of their voices fills your ears. They chant your husband’s name, eager to see the savior of Rome. 

Your fingers instinctively brush over the diadem resting delicately on your head. The unfamiliar weight of it pulls at your scalp. Despite the servants’ careful work in securing it to your hair, a small, irrational fear grips you: what if it slips off, and everyone sees you are not worthy of it all? 

You were never meant to be in the spotlight like this but here you are, at the heart of it with Lucius beside you. He is poised and relaxed, lifting a hand to acknowledge the crowd. Behind you, Lucilla and Acacius ride in their own chariot, looking effortlessly graceful. Lucilla catches your eye, offering you an encouraging smile, and you return it. 

As the chariot moves forward, your gaze drifts toward the Colosseum. It rises in the distance, dominating the skyline. You expect to feel something, fear or anger perhaps, but instead, there is nothing. The Colosseum, that life of struggle and survival, is no longer the centerpiece of your world. It is behind you and Palatine Hill rises before you, a symbol of your new home and life. 

Hesitantly, your hand rises to offer a slow, deliberate wave to the crowd. The noise of their adoration intensifies and within the cries, you hear a shout of your own name and title mingled with Lucius’s. Hearing it sends a jolt through you. For a fleeting moment, the world seems to pause around you as the weight of everything settles in your chest. Like Caesar preparing to cross the Rubicon, you are standing on the precipice of something immense and there is no turning back. You can only move forward.

With that realization, you feel something shift deep within you, a quiet certainty taking root. It starts in your swollen belly, like the first spark of a fire, and spreads steadily outward, filling every part of you with a warmth you didn’t know you were missing. For the first time, you understand that you are not just here to fulfill Lucius’ dream and legacy. You are here for yourself and all those who once stood where you did — silent, powerless, nameless. 

You came to Rome a slave, but now, you are so much more. You are a wife, a princess, and soon, a mother – empowered and loved. And for the first time, you find you are not afraid.

The future is open to you, waiting to be shaped, and you are prepared to meet it head-on.

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[woozinhos]

Mingyu 3. Morning Sex

With quote 19. "Don't hold back, let me hear all those pretty sounds you make."

And 20. "You belong to me, and I belong to you.

That's all that matters." 🥺👉👈

Stop this was so fun to write I really hope you guys enjoy this one 🤭

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As the first rays of sunlight peek through the curtains, Mingyu slowly wakes up. He's still groggy from sleep, but his body is already responding to the feel of your warm, naked body pressed against his. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as he buries his face in your neck.

"Mmm, morning," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. "You smell so good."

Mingyu's hands start to wander over your body, his touch light and teasing as he slowly wakes up. He presses soft kisses against your skin, his lips trailing along your collarbone and down to your chest. He moves lower, his tongue flicking out to tease one of your nipples before he takes it into his mouth.

He sucks gently, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he works to draw a reaction from you. You let out a soft gasp, your body arching into his touch as he continues to tease your nipples. Mingyu hums in satisfaction, the sound vibrating against your skin.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs, his lips still wrapped around your nipple. "Don't hold back, let me hear all those pretty sounds you make."

Mingyu moves his mouth to your other nipple, giving it the same attention as he works to coax more sounds from you. His hands slide down your body, tracing the curves of your hips and thighs before coming to rest on your inner thighs.

He gently parts your legs, his fingers trailing up your inner thighs until they reach your center. He teases you lightly, running his fingers up and down your slit without ever touching where you need him most. Mingyu lifts his head, a smirk on his face as he watches you squirm beneath his touch.

"You're so impatient," he teases, his fingers still dancing around your clit. "I haven't even touched you properly yet, and you're already begging for it."

"But that's okay," Mingyu continues, his smirk widening. "I like it when you're desperate for me. It makes me feel powerful."

He finally relents, his fingers moving to your clit and rubbing slow, firm circles against it.

"God, you're so wet already," he murmurs, his eyes darkening with desire. "You're soaked just from me playing with your nipples."

You let out a whimper, your hips bucking against his hand as he continues to rub your clit.

"Mingyu, please," you beg, your voice hoarse with need. "I need more. I need you."

Mingyu grins at your plea, his fingers never slowing as he looks down at you with hungry eyes.

"Don't worry, baby," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I'll give you what you need. I'll take care of you."

He moves his hand away from your clit, instead sliding a finger inside you.

"God, you're so tight," he groans, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he savors the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

Mingyu pumps his finger in and out of you slowly, his thumb moving back to your clit to continue teasing it. He adds a second finger, scissoring them inside you as he stretches you open.

"You take my fingers so well," he murmurs, his eyes fixed on your face as he watches your reactions. "I can't wait to feel you clenching around my cock like this."

Mingyu curls his fingers, finding that sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars. He rubs against it relentlessly, his thumb never stopping its assault on your clit.

"Come on, baby," he urges, his voice rough with desire. "Come for me. I want to feel you come on my fingers."

You arch your back, a choked cry escaping your lips as your orgasm washes over you. Your walls clench around Mingyu's fingers, your body trembling with pleasure as he works you through it.

"That's it, that's it," he murmurs, his eyes dark with lust as he watches you fall apart. "You're so beautiful when you come, baby."

As you come down from your high, Mingyu withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth. He licks them clean, savoring the taste of you as he looks down at you with a satisfied smile.

"Delicious," he says, his eyes gleaming. "I could eat you out for hours."

Mingyu shifts, positioning himself between your legs as he looks down at you with a hungry gaze.

"But right now," he says, his voice low and rough, "I need to be inside you. I need to feel you wrapped around me."

Mingyu lines himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your slick folds.

He looks down at you, his eyes burning with desire as he says, "You're mine, and I'm yours. That's all that matters." With that, he thrusts into you in one swift movement, burying himself to the hilt. He lets out a low groan, his head falling forward as he relishes the feeling of being inside you.

"God, you feel so good," he gasps, his hips already starting to move as he sets a slow, deep pace.

"Mingyu, yes," you moan, your hands grasping at his shoulders as he moves inside you. "You feel so good too. You fill me up so perfectly."

Mingyu's pace quickens, his hips snapping against yours as he drives himself deeper and deeper into you. He buries his face in your neck, his breath coming out in hot pants against your skin as he loses himself in the feeling of being with you.

"You're mine," he repeats, his voice rough with possessiveness. "You're all mine, and I'm never letting you go."

Mingyu shifts his position, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his hips as he drives into you harder and faster. He's hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

"You're taking me so well," he grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he holds you in place. "You're so perfect, so perfect for me."

Mingyu's grip on your thighs tightens, his fingers leaving bruises on your skin as he slams into you with a primal intensity. His grunts and groans grow louder, the sound mixing with the wet, slick sounds of your bodies coming together.

"I'm not gonna last," he gasps, his hips stuttering as he nears his release. "I'm gonna come, baby."

You can feel your own orgasm building again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core with each thrust. Mingyu's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze filled with a desperate need as he watches your face.

"Come with me," he pleads, his voice strained. "Come with me, I want to feel you come on my cock."

Mingyu reaches between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit once more as he rubs it in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation sends you hurtling over the edge, your second orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.

You cry out his name, your body arching up off the bed as pleasure floods through your veins. Mingyu's eyes roll back in his head as he watches you come undone beneath him, the sight of your pleasure almost enough to send him over the edge. He continues to thrust into you, his movements growing erratic as he chases his own release.

"God, you're so beautiful," he gasps, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he holds you in place. "You're gonna make me cum, baby. You're gonna make me fill you up."

With a final, guttural moan, Mingyu buries himself deep inside you and spills himself into you. His hips jerk against yours as he rides out his orgasm, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks. He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

"That was..." Mingyu trails off, unable to find the words to describe the intense pleasure he just experienced.

He lifts his head, looking down at you with a dazed expression.

"You're amazing," he says, his voice filled with awe. "I don't think I've ever come that hard before."

[writingroom21]

Succubus

pairing: rafe x succubus!reader

Summary: A succubus is a female sexual demon that appears to seduce men and steal their energy. When Rafe has his third wet dream of the week you know just how to help him.

Warnings: 18+, smut, somnophilia, pain kink if you squint, unprotected sex (wrap it up), cream pie, oral (m receiving), dominate reader, submissive rafe, (let me know if I missed one)

Wc:891

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Rafe’s having another dream again.

This is the third time this week that he’s been moaning and humping the bed. It’s honestly like he’s going through puberty again. Which kind of seems funny seeing him so needy like this. He lets out a loud moan as he thrust up onto the blanket covering him. What a poor, needy boy. Bet he’s dripping precum and staining his boxers already. God he looks like a wet dream whining in his sleep like that. You wish you knew what he was thinking about.

But it’s okay, you know how to help him.

You creep closer to him, moving the sheets lower down his body to expose him to you. Just like you imagined. The front of his boxers have a growing wet stain from the leaking precum. One of your long fingers grazes his erections causing it to twitch and a moan to leave his sleeping lips. A smile grows on your face as you gently remove his boxers freeing his erection.You take a moment to take him all in. 

Another moan snaps you out of your day dream and you remember what you were trying to do. Carefully you more to be between his thighs, one of your hands gripping him at the base so you can lick him. He slightly tastes salty from his precum which causes you to let out a moan alongside him. Greedily you shove him in your mouth trying to swallow every inch of him. The tip of his dick repeatedly hits the back of your throat causing you to gag. 

As your head bobs up and down his dick, his moans got louder. Your palms plant themselves on his thighs, long nails digging into the skin. Rafe winces, his legs jerking at the pain. A groan meets your ears and you smile. Something brushes your hair making you jump slightly. Looking up, a pair of cerulean blue eyes are staring down at you. “Mmm fuck.” He groggily lets out as the hold on your hair gets tighter. 

It seems like he’s not fully awake, just enough to be enjoying what you are doing. “Feels good.” The raspy notes of his voice makes you clench your thighs. Having enough of getting him worked up, sit back watching as he reaches out for you. A low whine fills the room as his hand falls back to his side. Carefully you crawl on top of him, positioning yourself over his erection. Half lidded eyes stare up at you in anticipation waiting for your next move.

Slowly you sink down on his cock. Once you bottom out you sit there for a moment reveling in the way he fills you up. Rafe fingers find your hips, squeezing at the flesh willing you to move. “God you’re a fucking dream.” You giggle at the fact he is right in some sort of way. Your long sharp nails dance along his chest before digging into the skin. He moans at the action causing you to do it again this time grinding your hips. His head pushes back into his pillow further as you keep moving.

Once you got your rhythm you started to bounce up and down before circling your hips. You watched as Rafe struggled to keep his moans at bay. Each beautiful sound feeding the cardinal desire you feel for him at this moment. Oh what you would do to have him again like this. Beneath you whining like a little boy who doesn’t know how to handle so much pleasure. Your pussy clenches at the thought makes him groan. “Oh god.” He loudly moans as he tries to fuck up into you. 

Leaning back you use his thighs as leverage taking back control of the pace. “Not God, pretty boy. Just you and me.” Moving your hips faster you impale yourself with his dick. It slips out making you feel emptier than you have ever before. “No, no, please.” Rafe lets out, scrambling to pull you back in. You laugh at him as you slide him back in. “Look at how pathetic you are begging for me to fuck you.”

Rafe’s dick twitches letting out a little stream of cum. You smile down at him as you lean in a bit closer. “Does that feel good? Me telling you how pathetic you look under me turns you on?” Another twitch and moan confirm the suspicion. But the way he lets out a breathy yes seals the deal. “Aren’t you just the perfect good boy.” As soon as the words leave your mouth he’s cumming inside you.

The way the warm cum fills you up triggering your own orgasim. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he bites down on yours. Rafe’s a sweaty mess as you lift yourself up, holding the position so he can see the cum dripping out of you. His eyes twinkle as he watches it fall back on his limp dick and down your thighs. He wants to clean you up, suck on your clit until you cum on his tongue. But you stand up.

He watches as you lean over the side of the bed to place a kiss onto his lips. “I hope to see you soon, pretty boy.” With that you disappeared into a sea of blackness as he fell back asleep.

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Wanderer on the subway on my way back from work… sorry y’all but I clocked out 14 minutes ago this one’s between you and god

#I need a break #And SO much sleep

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And I will drink another

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girlie does not realize that i am standing outside her house with a loaded shotgun

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[eddiazx]

duty calls - evan buckley x reader

Based on this request: I desperately need a phone sex one shot with either Buck or Eddie, I’m ready to claw my eyes out. I’m feral

Long distance is hard.

In every sense of the word. Buck has practically been sporting a permanent boner since you've left for your month-long trip; he and his left hand have become well-acquainted for the past few days.

Buck decides to bake lemon loaves to direct his attention and pent-up energy towards something productive. As he puts the second loaf into the oven, he hears the tell-tale sound of a FaceTime call. He jogs over to his phone, a beaming smile already on his face when he sees your contact name.

"Hey babe! I was-" Buck starts, before he realizes that you weren't in frame; your camera pointed towards the ceiling instead. His brows furrow when he hears soft pants and moans.

"Oh my god, oh my god, Buck." Your voice stutters, and Buck's mouth turn into a lustful smirk, quickly understanding what was going on. He listens quietly as you come, pressing the heel of his palm against his bulge that is protruding proudly against his grey sweatpants (the ones you affectionately call his slut-pants). Eventually, you realize that you had butt-dialed Buck, and face the camera towards your face, cheeks warm in slight embarrassment. "Hey babe." You say, shyly.

"Hey back. You sounded so sweet with my name on your lips." Buck says, voice hoarse with desire.

"Buck." You exhale, heat flooding through your body again at his words. "Touch yourself.

Without any preamble, Buck props his phone against the water bottle on his coffee table before taking a seat on the couch. His thick thighs are spread wide, as he reaches inside his pants to free his cock.

"So beautiful." You murmur, any embarrassment completely gone, your eyes purely fixated on Buck. "Swipe your thumb over the tip, baby."

Buck does what he is told, swiping the bead of pre-come at the head of his dick. You continue to talk Buck through it, encouraging him to fist his length and to run a finger over the thick vein on the underside. Buck gets a good pace going, pumping and twisting his hand over his length, his eyes never wavering from your face on the phone screen. He finally throws his head back in pleasure, his release landing on his fingers and onto his t-shirt.

"That was so hot, Buck. You did so good." You praise, and you can't help but notice his sensitive dick twitching at your words and his cheeks turning the faintest of pink.

As you both smile sweetly at each other in a post-orgasm glow, Buck sighs. "I miss you."

"I miss you too, Buck. At least we can FaceTime until I get back."

Before Buck could concur with your statement, the smoke alarm rings throughout his loft, reminding him of his now burnt lemon loaf.

"Duty calls." Buck grins, and the two of you make plans to video chat the next day, before he runs towards the fire extinguisher.

[misticxzs]

New Year, New Us

Pairing : Bsf!Heeseung x Bsf!Reader

Sypnosis ~ At a New Year’s Eve party meant to help you forget your ex, your best friend Heeseung steps to help you get rid of those memories for the new year

genre ~ Friends 2 Lovers, smut, oneshot,

warnings ~ SMUT, drinking,suggestive oral sex,fingering,uhh idk heeseung lowk freaky like that but whatever, Unprotected sex ( don’t do it), kissing, making out, cursing,petnames baby, angel

Wc: 1.1k

The bass of the music thumped through the walls, vibrating the floor of the packed apartment as people laughed and cheered, counting down the final hours of the year. You were nursing your second drink of the night, leaning against the kitchen counter, when Heeseung appeared by your side with his usual smirk.

“Still sulking?” he teased, nudging your arm gently.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not sulking.”

“You’ve been staring at your drink for twenty minutes,” he pointed out, leaning casually against the counter next to you. You took a glance at what Heeseung was wearing, a black button down shirt with rolled sleeves, that looked too much like his work uniform.

“It’s just, this whole party was supposed to be a distraction from Hyun Joo , but everywhere i look is just a memory with him” you muttered, taking another sip from your drink

“Look, if he’s already hitting on the next girl that looks at him, he shouldn’t be worth your time” said softly, “You deserve so much more than that, and I hope you see it.”

His gaze lingered on you, and you felt a warmth spreading through your chest though you couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or the way he was looking at you.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your eyes meeting his.

The moment stretched, the sounds of the party fading into the background. You’d known Heeseung for years, and he’d always been there for you, But tonight, something felt different. His gaze dipped briefly to your lips before darting back up to your eyes, and your breath hitched.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked suddenly, his voice barely audible over the noise.“Yeah,” you said, setting your drink down.

The door to your friend’s guest bedroom was barely closed before Heeseung had you pinned against it, his body pressing firmly against yours as his lips crashed into yours. Heeseung’s was tongue sliding against yours and his teeth biting your bottom lip. His hands roamed your body, gripping your waist which caused You to whimper gasped into his mouth as he tugged your hips against his, the hard press of his clothed shaft pressing against you. His hands roamed your body, sliding up the hem of your dress and squeezing your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he muttered against your lips, carrying you to the bed.

Heeseung’s eyes were full of desire, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

With a swift motion, Heeseung tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side. Your breath hitched as your eyes scanned over him, His body seemed to glow under the dim light, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out, your fingers trailing along the ridges of his torso

“Like what you see?” he teased, his voice low and dripping with amusement, as he kept kissing your neck. “stop teasing hee” you moaned under him.

His lips were trailing kisses down your neck, until he reached your breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the sensitive bud while his free hand teased the other. Your back arched, a moan spilling from your lips as he kissed lower, his teeth grazing your hip bone before pulling your panties down with his teeth.

“Heeseung, please,” you whimpered, your thighs trembling in anticipation.

He smirked, spreading your legs and settling between them. “shh, don’t worry I’ve got you baby.”

Heeseung’s fingers slid between your thighs, his touch deliberate and maddeningly slow as he teased you through your soaked lacey panties. “You’re so wet already,” he murmured, his voice dripping with desire. Sliding your panties aside, he let his fingers glide over your slick folds, circling your clit with his finger.He spread your thighs open, settling between them he pressed a teasing kiss to your inner thigh, slowly making his way to your folds , you let out a broken moan, your head falling back against the pillows.

His tongue was dragging slow, deliberate strokes over your core before circling your clit. You cried out, your hands gripping the sheets as he was eating you out like a animal,”Fuck, you taste so good baby, Do you let he groaned, kissing his way back up your body.

Your hands fumbled with his belt, tugging his pants down enough to free him. He hissed when your hand wrapped around him, stroking him slowly, teasingly. “i need you hee” He lined himself up, the thick shaft brushing against your slick entrance teasing you just enough to make your breath hitch. His hand gripped your thigh, holding you open as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck.

“Fuck,” he groaned,his voice low, .”You feel so perfect, so fucking tight.” Your thighs trembled around him, the stretch almost too much to handle.With one smooth thrust, he filled you completely, stretching you in a way that had you both moaning in pleasure .

You clung to him, your nails digging into his back leaving marks. His hips snapped against yours, each thrust driving you closer to your climax. His hand slipped between your bodies, His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight, deliberate circles that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You couldn’t help but move, your hips rolling to meet his every thrust, the friction sending you spiraling closer to the edge.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he groaned, his voice raw and strained as your movements became more desperate. Your moans growing louder with each roll of your hips. “Heeseung, I’m so close,” you whimpered,

“Cum for me baby” he gasped. “I want to have your cum dripping on my cock angel”

A choked moan tore from your lips as the wave of pleasure hit. Your walls clenched tightly around him, Your eyes rolling back as the orgasm ripped through u

“That’s it,” Heeseung murmured, his voice strained but soothing as he guided you through the overwhelming sensation, his movements slowing but staying deep, his lips brushing over your temple. “So perfect, angel. You’re so perfect.”

He followed seconds later, burying himself deep inside you with a guttural moan, his body tensing before collapsing on top of you.

Heeseung pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you against his chest.

As you lay together, trying to catch your breath, the sound of fireworks exploded in the distance, their colors lighting up the window behind you. Heeseung rolled onto his side, pulling you close, his fingers brushing your cheek as a satisfied smile tugged at his lips.

“Happy New Year,” he murmured, his voice low and soft.

You smiled, your heart still pounding. “Happy New Year, Heeseung.”

a/n: first smut fanfic? i hope you get the vision, i want to try improving my writing also NEW YEARS EVE FANFIC?? hopefully by the time i post it will be 2025, But Happy New Year If you do hope you guys have hade a wonderful 2024!! Please enjoy my fanfic with 100s of typos :>

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[ayeyolooo]

pound cake! 🍰

you bobbed your head up and down having your curls recoil back and fourth as “pound cake” by drake blasted from your apartments ceiling speakers.. you sprinkled some flour on the counter as you took a hold of the glass bowl that held the risen dough. You dumped the dough out on the counter that was coated in the flour having some of the flour fly up in your face.

“ACHOO!” you sneezed having a chuckle erupt from behind you. “AHHHHH.” you clutched your chest as you looked at your boyfriend who has just scared the living daylights out of you. he just laughed at you seeing your face, he was laughing so hard to the point of where tears were coming out of his eyes. you just dead panned him.

“Jean it wasn’t that funny.” you rolled your eyes at him, having him nod in agreement. “you’re right mama, that was wrong of me to laugh.” he said taking his hoodie off having to reveal his black wife beater. (the under t guys..)

“ouu watchu making?” he asked looking at you roll the dough out. you just huffed at him and looked at him through your lashes. “im upset with you.” you pointed your hello kitty nails at him having him left out a defeated chuckle. “im sorry mama, do you forgive me?” he looked at you with his big brown eyes, his black framed glasses decorating his face.

you playfully tapped your chin in thought. “hmmmmmmm i dunnooooo…” you replied. He laughed then put on a sad face to play along with you. “oh well then i guess my beautiful wife doesn’t want to do bible study with me later then.” he hugged in a sad tone. he then poked his pink plumped lips out having you ignore him.

he huffed , no attention so he huffed

again

and again

anddd again

until you finally gave in.

“oh my goodness i was just playing with you.” he smirked. “oh i know.” he smiled widely. you just laughed and shook your head. “you’re adorable some times you know that?” you tilted your head towards him. “i know my wife tells me that daily!” jean boasted.

“oh really?” you put the dough down and dusted your hands off finally meeting eyes with jean. Who was leaning up against the kitchen island just watching you do you. Let it out by lo shimmy was playing lightly in the background as you pecked his cheek. “here you wanna help me?” i’m making straw berry cheesecake filled puffed dough!”

“OF COURSE OH MY GOODNESS THOSE SOUND SO GOOD Y/N/N!!” jean excitedly helped you break the dough apart and shape it into little squares. you just laughed and shook your head—Laughijg at your boyfriends childish, but adorable behavior.

jean gently lowered the raw dough in the boiling hot oil , watching how the oil puffed up the dough into brown, crispy treats. The two of you spent the rest of the night just spending time with eachother and bonding over music. as the night hit, both you and jean pulled out your bibles spending time with God before you ended the night.

A/N!

i’m sorry that i ended this chapter this way i just had writers block im sorry :( i will be telling you all why i haven’t been posting and if as active as i was before, i hope you all have a wonderful and blessed day🎀💞

BIBLE VERSE OF THE DAY!

psalms 15:1