#his hands r one of my favourite features

[dogwittaablog]

the mitts on that man…jfc

[rinnstars]

(cherish) my love!

treasuring how youre always there for him

itoshi rin x reader: sugary-sweet fluff, slight insecurity on his part, rins pov, not proofread + likes n reblogs r appreciated! <3

maybe, he’s getting to used to this - your hands brushing through his hair as he lies on your chest humming to the rhythm of your heartbeat that syncs with him, his bed that no longer fits just him with a dent reminding him of your constant presence in his life as you constantly orbit around his world, his bag that changed from a plain black bag to one that featured silly keychains that hung your favourite character’s plushie and whatnot that matched perfectly with yours.

sure, he can barely remember the days you weren’t here, having being friends with him since you two were kids with you having been assigned as the so-called “good kid” to deal with him who was deemed the “troublemaker”. sitting with you during playtime felt natural, chatting about strange topics as you smile and laughed at his weird phrasings that soon transitioned to sitting right beside him again for years straight in school, and now right beside him on his bed - it must be fate he thinks. the world has dictated you to be with him for the rest of yours and his life, he thinks, the one good thing that has came out of this life. you were here when those kids at the playground shunned him and outcasted him for being a little (very) destructive to their toys choosing to sit down and chat with him at the swings, you were there in his room during that winter where he could barely look at you through his swollen and red eyes as you visit him everyday without fail despite the heavy snow that flooded his windows, you were there when he lost to isagi in that match as tears streamed down that shined underneath the moonlight into the milk tea you bought him as you two walked back home slowly with yours and his playlist in the background that strangely calmed him. youre the only constant in his life, even more than his brother that he swore would be a permanent in his life with a naive pinkie promise, even more than his parents that seem to come home less and less as each competition passes by, even more than his teammates that whispers about him behind his back that he pretends to ignore as he leaves to meet you at the bus stop.

he doesn’t know what he would do if you one day leave - whether that is leaving japan to go overseas to study that he knows logically would be beneficial to you, whether that is by time and distance that people say is inevitable and unpreventable, or worst simply because you fell out of love with him. hes selfish, but not stupid - he knows hes not exactly the best boyfriend, sometimes he gets too engrossed in his passion and loses touch with reality and neglect you even with your head on his shoulder, he knows hes not exactly the best at expressing himself even despite you being here since the very beginning, and he knows you can do better than him.

but for now, he thinks he’ll treasure every sign of presence of you. he’ll keep those silly trinkets you pass to him, each a sign of love that he cherishes no matter how small - paper hearts and rings you fold right next to him during class whenever you get bored of listening as he sits beside you playing another game underneath his desk, keychains you and him get from claw machines or as rewards from the arcade that he puts in a special little box placed right on his table that is his real treasure, sweets that you introduced to him that got him addicted to the flavourful and sugary-sweet burst as he can’t help but bite into it every time that resemble the burst of butterflies in his stomach and burst in his heart whenever he sees you at the bus stop every morning. he’ll treasure every single non-physical sign of love too - playlist on spotify that he downloaded and play every day in his ear piece that he is practically addicted to, kisses that he can still feel the touch of your lips on his every morning that leaves a invisible mark on his lips and his heart, time you take out of your life to be with him, lunch with him in class rather than with your other friends, waiting for him to finish football practice that could have been used to sleep soundly in your room rather than the old seats in the school that leaves your back sore. he’ll memorise every single moment with you - your first kiss right at the bus stop you still meet at every morning at the place he religiously stands at as he waits for you to reach running as you “woke up late again”, every lunch break with you right beside him eating food you and him respectively brought from home from biscuits to packed bento boxes or just a sweet treat of sugary buttery bread respectively talking about everything and anything that he feels like his true self, every date no matter where: arcade as you two play game whilst he tries his best to impress, in his or your room just basking in your presence, at the playground with convenience store food, cafes that you somehow know, library as he stare at your focused face whilst studying as he resist the urge to kiss you again. and he’ll keep you in his heart for the rest of eternity - each bite and kiss on his neck and lips transfer right onto his secretly glass-like heart that yearns for a little more, each merging of hands that gets his heart pumping at how your hands fit perfectly with his like two puzzle piece matching, and each time your heart syncs with him as he listens to your heart whether in class or right in his room where no one else is here but you and him.

the future is uncertain - glancing at the suitcase that is still messy and open from his recent visit back home from blue lock with his pxg jersey right on you that fits you strangely well he thinks with bright red ears and cheeks, glancing at your changing self with different hair and glasses than the last time he saw you that he wished to experience with you, but he hopes no matter what, that necklace you share with him with a heart, no, his very own heart hanging right onto your neck will stay there forever.

and now, all he can do is to show you back the same dedication, to stay right beside you, to be yours until the end of time as you had always been. he’ll be your supporting figure in your life - staying right beside you until late in the library and walk you right back home, helping you carry groceries and your school bag as you go wherever, walk with you until the end of the earth if you simply asked him to without asking why. he’ll show it to the best he can - wearing and hanging every single gift you give him: keychains, silly bracelets, and every kiss that litters on him that leaves a purple blue mark. and he’ll tell it to you - through love letters in sticky notes or right on the school foolscap paper that reads the words hes too shy and afraid to say that translates his deep unspoken devotion and love to you, through compliments and i love yous that he promises doesn’t reveal the true extent of his feelings for you either seeming too shallow and superficial to underscore the grip you have on his heart and lungs, with his actions: dropping to his knees to tie your shoe lace, letting you do whatever to him from hair clips in his hair to painting his nails to piggy back rides he doesn’t want to admit sends him practically into cardiac arrest. he might not be perfect, far from it in his insecurity mind that creeps and bites away at every sweet moment, criticising his every move - but for you, he’ll keep trying as much as he does for football to be the only one for you. he’ll memorise every bit of you - your favourite food and orders at shops you frequent with him kept in the notes app in his phone that is underneath a layer of password, the exact shape and mould of your body that he melts his hand right into on afternoons like this where you’re within arms range as he embraces you, each and every of your small quirk - from the way your voice leaves your mouth so sweetly and perfectly as though youre carved and made y god himself, from the way you move that has him hypnotised, from the way you look at him that dries his mouth and practically sends him right into heaven. he’ll serve you as a knight would - carry all your things without hesitation as you two walk out of class on top of the strangely heavy school bag on his shoulder, shield you with an umbrella from the cold and harsh rain that leaves the other him completely drenched as you reach completely dry, hell, he’ll ride his bicycle. with you right beside him hugging him that practically could leave his nose bleeding.

he may not be the best boyfriend, but he’ll do whatever it takes to be the only one you’ll ever have - your name practically tattooed right inside his heart and brain with not a single spot for anyone else in his life that he built a wall sky high to protect his heart, the key to his world given right to you and several others just in case you lose it, and your face in his mind every single second on the field with only a wish to do it for you with every step and every kick that lands right into the goalpost. now that he knows what loneliness is like, the days in blue lock where he can only see you through photos you so kindly send him, he doesn’t ever want this to change no matter how selfish it is - he thinks he might simply die from heartbreak alone with you being his real heart compared to his biological one, he thinks he’ll practically be left a shell of his previous ambitious self practically wasting his life away in his room listening to that playlist as he lies right with his own blood pooling around him with his guts and organs strewn a haphazardly around him as though hes back on that field that winter, he’ll no longer be itoshi rin, anyone but his true self that he can be only with you.

but for now, he’ll bury his head right into your chest, your hands still ruffling with his hair, ignoring the thoughts in his mind in favour of your heartbeat that still syncs up with his, melting right into this moment.

[stariikis]

enhypen as your valentine ᡣ𐭩 ꪆৎ ˚⋅༝༚༝༚₊˚⊹♡

pairings ; ot7_enha x fem!reader genre ; fluff, established r/s warnings ; light kissing and probably kinda cringe

heeseung ✰

heeseung would bring you on a karaoke date for valentine's day. child-like excitement glossing over his eyes, he'll pick out the cheesiest and most romantic love songs for you both to sing to. he'll choose the songs with both male and female parts - even though he gets so enthusiastic he sings the female parts on your behalf.

"why aren't you singing anymore?" he asks innocently, as if he didn't just steal your spotlight away from you.

"you're singing for me!" you feign annoyance, laughing at the guilty look that instantly crosses his features.

after clearing that up, he goes to the digital screen and selects 'i see the light'. this time, he leaves you to sing your part, a proud smile gracing his cheeks. and as the song ends, he leans in to press a small kiss to your cheek. "you sing like an angel."

jay ✰

jay would cook a special three-course meal for valentine's day. a mere three hours after his special breakfast in bed. somehow, without him even asking you, he has your favourite foods laid out on the dining table for you. it's a pleasant contrast to the instant noodles you've been downing the past few days, studying for exams and all.

for some reason, he seems nervous and paranoid as you try his cooking. "does it taste okay? do you need more seasoning, dear?" he asks repeatedly, worry furrowing his eyebrows.

only after reassuring him for the 347824th time that his food tastes immaculate (and is not at all overcooked or under-cooked) does he calm down and start to eat with you. jay may have cooked for you many times before, but nothing feels as special as this, even when he asks you the simplest of questions. "what else do you want to do today?"

jake ✰

jake would bring you out on a picnic date for valentine's day. however, your attention isn't on him. it's all on layla. she receives all the kisses, cuddles and special treatment, even when jake tries to show you his homemade ham sandwiches.

you notice the light slowly fading out of his eyes, but continue to tease him by turning to layla and cooing, "did you make anything for the picnic, my sweet girl?"

jake falls silent and starts laying out the tupperware boxes, full of assorted candies and goodies, and that's when you start to feel guilty. you nudge his elbow, pouting at him. "your sandwiches look really pretty!"

you could swear you see puppy-dog ears perking up atop his head as you speak. he grins at you. "really?" and you nod vigorously, leaning in to kiss him gently. your mind starts to wander as he starts pointing out the blooming cherry blossoms, though. what if he and layla are the same soul split into two different creatures? pretty believable, right?

sunghoon ✰

sunghoon would buy you lego flowers on valentine's day, on his way back from dance practice with the other members. he wouldn't know which flower you'd like to build the best, much less does he know your favourite flower because you two never bother to ask each other these types of things. so he just blows his money on all the variations on the toy store shelf.

he comes home, sweating profusely to your shock, and dumps a heavy plastic bag on the floor. for some reason he looks proud as he points at it, still trying to catch his breath. "take your pick! let's do it now, right now!"

in honour of valentine's day (and because you, ironically, don't have a favourite flower) you choose the pink tulips set. after opening all the plastic bags and laying out the instruction sheet, lego pieces scattered all over the place, you both get to work. a couple of hours later, you have one final piece left.

"care to do the honours?" you ask sunghoon, handing him the small circular piece. he salutes, and presses it into the lego structure - a little too hard. lego pieces go flying everywhere, to both of your dismays. you don't know whether to laugh or cry, but sunghoon just starts cackling like a witch. "at least i get to spend more time rebuilding it with you, no?" "darling, you've forgotten that we have 50 more sets."

sunoo ✰

sunoo would already have planned a full day of activities for valentine's day. first you'll grab brunch at a nearby cafe, then you'll go couple clothes shopping at the mall, then you'll go take photobooth pictures, then-

"wait, i'm already lost..." you look at sunoo, confused. your interruption seems to dampen his animated energy, and he pouts at you.

"brunch, clothes shopping, photobooth, more shopping! and even more shopping!"

you take a while to process it before dissolving into a round of applause for sunoo's detailed itinerary for the day. that day, you buy matching pink vests with cute heart stitches on them, take photos with the prettiest frames you've ever seen, and he treats you to strawberry milkshakes. "you're just as pretty as the colour pink, in my opinion."

jungwon ✰

jungwon would try (and fail) to bake you chocolate-chip cookies for valentine's day. at first, you wouldn't suspect a thing. his cookies look pretty much well-baked, with just the right consistency of dough in the middle. there's an even sprinkle of chocolate chips throughout the cookie, so it's not too many or too little.

but you have to refrain from choking the moment you put it in your mouth. they may look soft to the touch and innocent, but they crumble like dust the moment they hit your tongue. it's so dry you forget how to breathe for a few seconds. jungwon notices you stifling a few coughs and looks devastated. "are they bad?"

"no..." you lie. "i just choked. but, um, they're a little bit dry. did you put too much flour? or not add enough butter?"

jungwon frowns and proceeds to check the recipe. upon doing so, his eyes go wide and he covers his mouth. "i forgot to add the egg."

"... ah." you smile awkwardly at him. "that must be it." he still looks pretty dejected about it, so you pull him close in a soothing hug. "it's okay, wonie. even if you're bad at baking, nobody needs to know."

ni-ki ✰

riki doesn't have anything planned for valentine's day. or so he says. you scoot closer to him during breakfast, blinking rapidly into his face. he takes one indifferent look at you and looks back down at his phone, feigning nonchalance.

you huff a sigh. he must be doing this on purpose to annoy you. "ki. do you know what day it is today?"

without looking up, he mumbles, "is today a special day? oh shit, is today your birthday?" that's when he straightens up and puts down his phone. this teasing is too much, it's gone too far. with a roll of your eyes, you smack his head and cross your arms. "riki!"

"okay! okay, i know what day it is," he laughs boyishly, patting your head. "don't worry, i have things planned for my sweetest valentine's gift." he physically cringes at himself after saying that, gripping your shoulders tight as if stabilising himself.

that night, however, he doesn't even cringe once as he kisses you beneath the bright and blooming fireworks, a plethora of colours from the very bottom of his heart.

thank you for reading! actually i rather enjoyed my first headcanon fic, will definitely make more in the future. happy valentine's day!

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[starrierknight]

❣ TAGLIST FORM | BYF + DISCLAIMERS ❣

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎: hi, darlings!! this is my first kinktober, which is so exciting! while this doesn't adhere to the official 2023 kinktober prompts, i hope it will be enjoyable for you all! 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒: this event exclusively features dom!reader x sub!character. the reader inserts are always gender neutral and written with AFAB anatomy in mind. all fics will be published at 11:30pm BST. all writing for this event will be tagged under ꒰ 🝮 ꒱ — kt 23 ❣ REBLOGS ARE VERY APPRECIATED! ❣

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❥ dumb doll | 1.8k

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❥ poor thing | 7k

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❥ guilty pleasure | 5.2k

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✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ 'Cause I'm all that you want, boy / All that you can have, boy / Got me spread like a buffet / Bon a—, bon appétit, baby — Katy Perry, Bon Appétit

𝟎𝟎𝟖. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑/𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄 | toji fushiguro

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𝟎𝟏𝟑. 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐋 | yuki tsukumo

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❥ like rabbits | 5.3k

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❥ lit fuse | 6.3k

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❥ bite the hand that feeds | 5k

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𝟎𝟐𝟕. 𝐒𝐄��𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | nanami kento

❥ work hard, play rough | 4.4k

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𝟎𝟐𝟗. 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 | maki zen'in

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❥ pretty when you cry | 3.5k

You did his eyeliner and one thing led to another. Who can blame you, though? He had it coming (pun intended).

𝟎𝟑𝟏. 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 | unspecified m!character

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I aim to complete 15/31 fics this year (2023) , and then finish off the rest next year (2024). this is a two year event! (⋆ˆ ³ ˆ) ✎~

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[youraverageaemondsimp]

Love Once, Live Twice

Aemond Targaryen x F!reader [ONE SHOT]

warnings: fluff to angst to fluff, war, depression, s*icide, s*icidal thoughts, mentions of r*pe, character death, multiple character deaths, feelings of hopelessness, smut (not explicit), a happy ending tho!! Not proofread sorry

WC: 3.5k

You had met Aemond when you were little, after he lost his eye, Queen Alicent was looking for a lady-in-waiting to accompany her daughter as her daughter mostly stayed alone, lost in her world accompanied by non human creatures.

None managed to stay for too long, finding her too be odd and creepy, except you, you had always encouraged Princess Helaena's hobbies and showed genuine interest, and the princess great appreciated it.

You and her had grown close, and she had introduced you to her brothers, Aegon, Aemond and Daeron, Aemond was reluctant as first, he was insecure, his wound being fresh, he looked disfigured and he didn't want to frighten you.

But to his surprise, you didn't really care, you greeted him the same way as you had Aegon and Daeron and sometimes even sought out to him on your own to have a conversation or two and for the first time in his life, he felt that someone genuinely cared for him besides his mother.

Helaena had days where she just wanted to be left alone with no one's company, and you understood that and respected her privacy and her need for some alone time, the queen never really understood why because she thought you were close, but you had told her that regardless of whether they are close or not, the presence of people can sometimes be overwhelming, even if it's a close friends.

So you spent those days accompanying Prince Aemond, since you guys were closer in age, with him being only a few moons older than you, He had the same routine, train, study, eat and sleep, he would spend hours at the library after the teachings of the maesters to seek out knowledge of his own and you would often accompany him during those hours.

You both would bask in comfortable silence as you would read fairytales while he sat opposite and read about the histories and laws, you had tried learning but later realised that it bored you to oblivion, so you stuck to adventure, romance novels.

Those moments shared together in your childhood made your bond with all of them stronger, you had been the one to suggest sapphires for Prince Aemond to wear in his eye when he had healed and left an empty socket, he first considered emeralds, as they were green and he wanted to honour his mother.

You were surprised when he asked for your opinion, and your choice was the sapphire since you said it would suit his beautiful valyrian features overall better, and that it was also your favourite jewel.

And so sapphire it was.

Time passed by quickly and your and aemond's relationship blossomed more, you and helaena had also grown closer, she had grown quite fond of you, you both were good friends.

Aemond's nighteenth name day had passed and yours was coming soon, the prince had been receiving marriage proposals since his sixteenth name day but he had rejected them all, you hadnt really known why until your name day had finally arrived.

And under the godswood tree, after the procession of your name day had ended, which you had refused for it to take place but alicent said it was special and said that it was the least she could do for you, you went out on a walk before Aemond pulled aside and when the moon shone brightly he had given you a sapphire necklace before kissing you.

The kiss was soft and gentle, his lips moving against yours in gentle rhythm as you don the sapphire necklace around your neck, his hand wrapped around your waist while you held onto to his shoulder.

A shiver went through you when he pulled away and gave you a smirk, you slapped his chest lightly “what was that for?!” you whisper yelled and he chuckled before pulling you into an embrace.

“Mhm, is it wrong to show appreciation for my favorite Lady or her big day?” he felt his chest vibrate when his spoke, “You could've just gave me the gift and parted, yet you kissed me my prince, that is a very indecent behavior for an unmarried man and a maiden to partake in.”

“I intend to marry you, My lady.” he says and your heart stops for a moment before you pull away in shock and look at him, he looks down at you and cups your cheek, “Do not jest, My prince.” you say and grab his arms. He leans in.

“I am not, I do fully intend to marry you, I have wanted to, ever since I was of age, I rejected all those proposals because the one I had truly wanted was you, My lady. You have been with me through thick and thin, accompanied me since my childhood, and I assume it is safe to say that you have completely smitten me. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, with you as my Wife, the mother to my children.” you felt butterflies in your stomach at his confession, you embraced him again, in a silent agreement and also shyness, you felt him chuckle before he placed a kiss to your forehead.

Oh how you wished things would last like forever.

But they didn't.

They were not meant to.

You were aware of the growing tensions in between the targaryen family, and when viserys had finally died, hell broke free.

At first you thought things can be settled, and will go smoothly if rhaenyra had accepted the peace treaty, but she hadn't, and that was the final attempt in mending the drift between the house.

Your heart shattered into a million pieces when the maids had informed you that prince aemond had flown to storms end to give his hand in marriage to one of the baratheon daughters in order to secure their alliance. You knew it was foolish of you to hope that you and him would be endgame, you are never meant to be.

You remember crying to Helaena about it, she consoled you in her arms, your good friend and whispered loving words to you just like you had to her during all the time spent together, you were grateful for her.

You thought about confronting him when he returned from storm's end, preparing what you would say to him, but it wasn't how you had intended to take place.

The loud sound of doors slamming open and close in your chamber woke you from your slumber as you squint and sat up, legs dangling off the edge as you tried adjusting your vision to see more clearly, it was raining heavily outside, a tall figure strided towards you and fell to it's knees by your legs, pulling you by the waist before cradling it's face on your thighs, hands tightly wrapped around you, shivering, your nightgown getting wet.

“Aemond?” you questioned, noticing the silver blonde hair and the only response you got from him was a cracked sob, “I- i didn't mean to do it- i lost control. I- i didn't mean, im- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” you felt warm tears fall on your nightgown, soaking through the material before hitting your thighs.

“Shhh, it's okay, what happened Aem?” you cooed gently, shushing him as you brushed his hair in a way to bring him comfort, he finally lifted his face to look at you, you had noticed how soulless his eye was, the usual glint of light gone from it.

He swallowed thickly, “I'm sorry, for everything.” he said, and just then you were reminded of his betrothal, but decided to push that topic down for some other time and you sat quietly, waiting for him to open up.

“I killed him.” he says

Your froze before blinking and looking at him, “Killed who?” you asked confused, he took in a deep breath.

“Lucerys, My nephew, I killed him— I didn't mean- I just wanted to scare him— but— but— Vhagar was attacked by Arrax and I lost control, and before I knew it— lucerys was no more, his dragon was more— their pieces falling from the sky.” his voice cracked as he explained, his grip tightening around your waist.

Your blood ran cold, you knew what this meant, they would all find out in the morning and he would be named as a kinslayer, but that isn't what bothered you, it's the fact that his words would not be believed by anyone and that the blacks would strike the moment they found out.

“Come here, Aemond.” you lifted him up before pressing your lips to his, he lifted himself up, not breaking the kiss before pushing you onto the bed as he deepened the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, he bucked his hips against you.

“Do you mind? I know this isn't how—” before he could continue you hushed him and agreed that it was okay, you both needed this so desperately.

You spent the next few moments coupling, his hips thrusting violently into your cunt, as if he was channeling his anger towards himself in such a way and you took it and encouraged him to do so, it wasn't your first time, he had taken your maidenhead already, of course no one knew as all the times you've both spent intimately like this were done so in secret, he had neared his edge and spilt himself deep inside of you, sighing into your neck.

That night, you had comforted aemond to sleep, cleaning both yourselves up before propping yourself next to him, cradling his head between your chest as you whispered words of comfort and reassurance to him, pressing kisses on his forehead, you had never seen him vulnerable.

If you ignored the context, it would be a loving moment overall, but alas, it can't be that easy can it?

Things got worse.

A son for a son they said.

You clung tightly onto to helaena as he hugged the headless body of her son, jaeherys and weeped loudly, screaming and sobbing as the blood stained her dress, “my baby, my baby my baby” she kept whispering and cooing lovingly at the headless body, you hugged her tightly, she refused to let go of the body but you had pried her off for the guards to take it away from her.

You didn't attend the funeral, not being able to see the sad look on your dear friend's face.

Time passed by, and Helaena's condition only got worse and worse, she would scream and wail loudly, she was gone to madness, and you felt burning hatred for the blacks at this, poor Jaeherys, Poor Helaena, they had done nothing to them.

You lost any remaining of respect for them the moment someone had informed that their original plan was also to have Helaena and Jaehaera raped, but they had only succeeded in killing Jaeherys, You grit your teeth.

It was not until a few days later, in your chambers, when you were informed that Helaena had thrown herself from Maegors Holdfast.

You felt dead.

You watched as her body was retrieved from the spikes below, her face holding an odd expression of peace, you sobbed loudly, pushing through the guards and getting to her, the guards had tried to hold you back but you kept thrasing in their hold.

You screamed, begging them to let go of you, so you may hold your friend one last time, tears fell from your face down onto the ground before they all looked in pity at you before queen alicent gave a sad nod to the guards with tears in her eyes to let you go and they did.

You immediately cradled Helaena's head bought it into your lap, clutching onto it and crying loudly, you don't know how long you stayed like that, sobbing uncontrollably before you felt someone tug up at your arms and it was Aemond with a sad expression on his face, you let go of her and hugged aemond tightly, you didn't care what people thought at that moment, you sobbed loudly into his chest.

You knew he felt guilty, that everything was his fault, although you knew it was half true, you couldn't hear him treating himself that way.

That entire day was spent with you crying in his arms, him consoling you, you knew he was in pain too, he loved his sister a lot, you both mourned the loss together in each other arms.

Days, Weeks, Moons passed by

And with every loss, you lost a piece of yourself.

Aemond now ruled as prince regent due to Aegons terrible condition which showed no signs of getting better.

You were helpless.

You had always been helpless.

Even now, when you were informed of Aemond's death.

Aemond had told you about the witch he found when he slaughtered the strong house, Alys rivers was her name, she was a bastard of the strong house he said, she had told him that she would help him in defeating his uncle, daemon.

Who Aemond despised.

It was also the day you broke the news that you were carrying his child inside your womb, he was so happy, it didn't matter that the babe would be considered, he couldn't care less, it was also the day that he told you that he didn't want to marry Floris Baratheon, that it had always been you, and would forever be you, but he was forced to, as it was his duty, and you understood him.

You remember kissing him before he left, cradling his face gently, giving him a warm smile, he promised that he would return safely, and that everything would be alright.

You allowed yourself to hope.

One thing about war is that you should never hope.

Only fools hope.

You fell to your knees the moment you were informed of his death, frozen up.

How many more losses?

How many more?

You couldn't do this anymore.

You lost everything you held meaning for.

Helaena, Aemond, Queen Alicent who was lost to depression.

She loathed the color green now.

The people who you cherished the most.

You thought about ending it, just as Helaena had, but the dragon breathing inside you had stopped you so, your child.

You lost him, but he left a small fragment of himself behind, in your womb, your child, who was now growing with each day, your only solace in times of battle and war.

But alas, they wouldn't let you have it either.

The son of Rhaenyra, Aegon III, to quickly fix everything, he was wed to jaehera, was taken and put on the throne to rule, and in his rule, your execution was announced.

For carrying the seed of Aemond Targaryen, they would ensure that none of the green bloodline should carry forward.

When your head was placed in the guillotine, you thought about all the moments leading up to this moment now, tears streaming down your face as you prayed to the gods above, that if you were given another life, another chance, you would wish things played out differently.

Your last thought was of Aemond, the boy you loved and spent time with, you loved him dearly.

That was the final thing in your mind before everything went dark.

You woke up with a painful headache, groaning you turned over to grab your phone and check the time, 7:13AM, you sighed heavily before getting up from the bed and rubbing your head to soothe the ache.

You had the same dream again, although no matter how many times you tried to remember entirely, it would always be blank, you couldn't remember the faces, nor what went down, you just remember crying and feeling miserable.

You were visiting the ancient building of red keep not far from the city, from a few hundred years ago, it was last burnt down by daenerys targaryen before they managed to rebuild it and preserve it ever since, it became a tourist spot since there were no more targaryens to inherit it, and you would be going with your friends as a way to hang out and also make the time worth it since they were all history freaks.

You noticed a text from your best friend, Helaena. She asked if you were up and that you would be visiting the keep at 11AM, you had plenty of time you thought and got up and started your day slowly.

You remember meeting Helaena online last year, you both clicked immediately and she had come many times to visit you and recently moved into the city to further study in a nearby university.

You remember her telling that she had 3 brothers whom she cherished very dearly, she had blonde hair and silver eyes which looked very godly, it was only then she mentioned that she was of valyrian descent, and that her native home was in Lys, where back in history when Old Valyria was destroyed they all sought refugee to.

You snapped out of your thoughts and got ready, getting in your car and driving to Helaena's place and picking her up first before fetching the rest of your friends.

“Oh by the way! Remember how I said I had brothers?” Helaena asks and you nod, “Well one of them is visiting town today, and he said he'll directly meet us at the red keep since he was also here for tourism purposes!” she says excitedly and you smile at her, “That's great, hel!”

You had parked your car in the parking lot located underground the keep, you noticed many cars around, I guess it was to be expected as it is a famous tourist spot, although you would be considered a local, you had never visited the keep, you didn't know why.

You all made your way out before entering the gates, you noticed how familiar it felt to you, and you walked front, leading your group along and helping them not get lost, and after a while, you all decided to part ways and explore further and deeper.

You didn't know where you wanted to go, and so, you trusted your body to it and let your feet take you to where you wanted to.

They brought you to stand in front of a tree, which seemed to have been taken perfect care of, the godswood, they called it.

You were surprised how this tree managed to withstand such destruction, obviously there were noticeable changes than how it looked before which you found strange, as it was your first time seeing this tree. You were lost in your thought until a voice broke you out of it.

“Y/n...?”

Your body froze, and your heart started beating loudly, that voice.

You recognized it.

You slowly turned around to look at the source.

And then as if on cue, a strong wind blew your direction, as you felt your head pang in painful ways before you remembered it all.

The dreams you saw, weren't dreams.

Those faces were now complete, all puzzles fell into place together.

It felt like someone was trying to mix oil and water in your brain, the overwhelming memories of you.

You let out a sob.

“A-Aemond?” your voice cracked and tears dripped from his eyes before he smiled and rushed to you, embracing you tightly, you hugged him back, taking in his scent.

“I missed you, I missed you.” he hugged you tightly, afraid that if he let's you go, he would lose you again, slowly you were running out of breath so you pulled apart before smiling up at him.

“I missed you too.” you say, no other words were exchanged between you both, you basked in the realisation that Aemond was back, you felt him kiss your forehead.

“I promised I would return didn't I?” Aemond spoke, trying to joke, you punched his chest lightly, “Yeah, and what? It took you 500 years almost.” you rolled your eyes playfully and he chuckled at that

“I guess you two found each other huh...” you hear Helaena's voice and you look at her, a smile wounding up your face before you pulled away from Aemond and went and hugged her.

“How long have you remembered?” you asked, “This morning, I had a dream.” she says and you tell her the same thing.

“It seems the gods have decided to reunite us all again.” Helaena said and you smiled, you knew remembering your past life would also bring in the sorrow.

Helaena remembering that she lost her child, and you too.

But all that didn't matter now, she and you both knew it was a new life, and she currently didn't have sons, nor was she married to her brother, and neither was there war.

Things were different.

You smiled at that, the gods heard your cries and pleas, and acknowledged all of the pain you went through.

“You know Aemond, you better keep your word this time about marrying me, otherwise maybe I'll go on dates and get myself a boyfriend.” you say playfully and he nudges your shoulder at that.

“I'll kill him.” he says so seriously that it has you and helaena laughing.

Things were perfect.

And they stayed that way.

[zhaliacain]

I have acquired this!

Well this is now my new favourite book. It essentially tells the story of season one with some outtakes and adaptions. Unfortunately some of my favourite episodes and scenes have been redacted but to be fair they had a lot to cover

So far I’ve only read it through google translate (using the camera to read the pages which my brother thinks is witchcraft) so I don’t have an accurate read yet but at some point I’ll sit down and translate it properly so I can read the whole thing at once rather than in batches (curse the shaky hands)

Here’s some of may favourite features I’ve found in my rough reading, I’ll put it under read more because there’s some stuff that either doesn’t line up with the canon or I suppose is a spoiler for some headcanons

A) Otto (Addo) is alive! During the final party after defeating the Professor it’s revealed that Guggenheim managed to get him back from the organisation and he is also there at the party. Zhalia is very relieved to see him and they catch up

B) Zhalia got a leg injury in the final battle, hence leaning on Dante

C) Defoe. During Dante and Griers fight on Sutos, Dante brings up Defoe and is told “the organisation got rid of him” take that as you will

D) you know that conversation Dante and Zhalia are having in the background of Lok and Sophie’s chat after defeating Madea? They’re arguing because Zhalia wants to bond with Madea and Dante won’t let her. I just found that interesting because I thought Zhalia wouldn’t want the Titan that brought up all her past trauma

D.1) little side note, to speed things up, Zhalia defeats Madea all by herself

E) after finding out Dante was NOT mind controlled and her thoughtspectre had worked, Zhalia wanted to hug Dante but didn’t

F) Sophie has keys to Dante’s house (kind of obvious considering they’re there alone all the time but it’s a nice feature)

G) tersely and Montehue give Lok a rare book of Norse mythology as a gift after defeating the professor

H) Montehue hugs everyone during the party and hugs Lok so hard, Dante has to step in

I) Dante describes Zhalia as beautiful

J) I need to check my translation but I think Zhalia’s parents were killed

K) Zhalia: tell me you aren’t lying to save yourself

Dante: I have never lied to you and I never will

Zhalia: klaus is like a father to me, I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it

Dante: I’ll take care of it

L) “a meal worthy of metagolem” is how I’ll be complimenting food from now on

M) rather than all of them touching the crystals to see if they’re pure of heart, just Lok does it and he gets an electric sensation go through his chest

N) to celebrate the whole Thor and mjolnjr thing, Guggenheim takes everyone out to dinner

O) lok was sleeping on Dante’s sofa without permission, he just kind of moved in and Dante gave up

P) Defoe was meant to take the sword of St George to Klaus, who would study it and take it to the professor

Q) oh that whole speech about going to Vienna where Dante changes his mind and takes the team? Nope he just says no and walks out and Leblanche spends the next few days baking treats to cheer them up

R) Loks cover story for his mum and sister was going to be: Sophie is a classmate on the same intensive archeology summer course as him and Dante and Zhalia are assistants to their elderly professor who is sick which is why they’re getting a holiday (the book then skips that episode and it’s unclear whether they didn’t go or whether it’s just not mentioned)

S) Lok asks why Sutos is not under the Greek government and the holotome tells them that it’s a regent based government which is inherited to the first born son

T: Zhalia: klaus taught me everything

Dante: except honesty

(Slightly paraphrased but it just cracks me up)

U) much like most fanfiction, Cherit is forgotten throughout most of it and occasionally gets mentioned

V) Lok: how did you do it?

Sophie: magic.

[m0llygunn]

Rockstar's Daughter (eddie munson x fem!reader one-shot)

Summary: Pulling Eddie into your responsibility-less dreamland, you get upset when he has to leave you to get back to 'reality'. When he comes back with a surprise for you, you grant him a very special reward.

Contents: 18+! smut, mature language, oral (m receiving), p in v sex (unprotected), creampie, dead rockstar father, porn with plot. Takes place in early 2000s, eddie and r in their early 20s. a/n: Yesterday was my birthday so I spent my lazy morning today writing this for you guys! I also hit 200 followers yesterday- which is exceptionally cool and soso crazy because I only started posting less than a month ago. Thank you for all the interactions on my other stories, I would love for feedback so I can write more of what you guys like! Ty again and enjoy!! This is inspired by the movie Uptown Girls, which is my favourite movie ever (thus the username lol). wc: 4.2k+

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“What? You wanted to fuck the rockstars daughter so you could go home and tell all your little friends? Is that it?” You spit, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No! That’s not— that’s not what I was trying to do.” He says, pulling the hem of his shirt down before untucking his hair from the neckline.

“So what were you trying to do?” You ask, watching as he pulls his shoes on. He finishes putting them on, omitting from tying them before standing up straighter, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. He looks into your eyes deeply and you can tell he’s trying to choose his words wisely. 

“I like you. I just— I can’t live in your dreamland. I have 4 gigs this week and I already missed practice. Plus, I have a meeting tomorrow and I haven’t prepared for it at all, and I haven't even had a chance to call my band mates back.” He says, growing more uptight as he continues in his long list of abandoned responsibilities.

“Leave.” You say, shrugging his grip off. His eyes flash hurt before his mouth presses shut firmly, clenching his jaw. He brings a hand to his face, rubbing at his chin before opening his mouth again. 

“I just need to go back to the real world for a few days, sorry I can’t stay here and live in your fairytale forever.” He says, adding too much attitude and contest for your liking. 

You cross the apartment, opening the front door, motioning with your arm for him to leave. 

Closing the distance between the two of you, he stops in front of you, eyes meeting yours once again. 

“I’ll call you.” He says, features turning soft. 

“Don’t bother, I would hate to taint your sense of reality.” You retort.

“I’ll call you.” He says firmer. He steps forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking at you. You don’t say anything in response. 

With a soft nod, Eddie leaves and you shut the door behind him with a long sigh. 

You met Eddie at a party. Running in the music crowd because of who your father was, your friend is a music producer and manager. He had found Eddie at some dingy dive bar performing and swore up and down that his band was gonna be the next best thing in music and because of that, he brought Eddie along to the party to introduce him to Reggie Records, owner of big time music label, RR Music.

As soon as you saw Eddie, you knew you had to have him. There was just something about him that demanded your attention and once he had it, there was no losing it. 

Then before you knew it, he was over at your apartment.

It was 4 days of uninterrupted time with Eddie. He calls it a ‘dreamland’ or a ‘fairytale’, you call it life. Life is precious and gone in a blink of an eye, you’re gonna live your life how you want to.

Your father was a rockstar. After a fatal accident, he became nothing more than a memory. A memory that left you, young and broken hearted, stranded amongst a crowd of grownups, forcing you to grow up. 

Growing up was too scary though, so you never did. Through your childhood and into your teen years, you daydreamed about running away, living amongst other dreamers with no responsibilities where nothing could hurt you. When you were off on your own, you got your apartment and turned it into your sanctuary. A place where you could live happily ever after.

You get where Eddie’s coming from. Your friends never fail to tell you how disconnected you are, but it’s easier this way. It’s easier to live in a world where all you have to do is hang out with friends, shop, order in, and call maid services. But all that aside, the easiest thing was the last 4 days you spent with Eddie. With your intuition never faltering, he’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more. And that’s why the fight transpired when he finally had to face reality and leave you behind. 

He left you in your dreamland. Left you to return to your responsibility-less life, fantasizing through your days and partying through your nights. A rockstar's daughter through and through, just without the rockstar father.

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You’ve spent the last week and a half groveling in your own pity. Your friend had come over to cheer you up but she ended up mostly just nagging you about cleaning up and doing something else besides wasting your time away, hung up on a boy. 

You had given yourself a pep talk that morning, vowing to drop him from your mind. You took a shower, got ready and were about to leave your apartment for the first time in a week when your phone ringing interrupted you. 

“Hey, it’s Eddie.” His low voice vibrating on the other end of the line.

“Eddie who?” You say, remembering how he said he’d call, yet it took him 11 days to do so.

“Don’t be like that.” 

“Eddie who?” You say harshly. 

“Munson.” He says with a deep sigh. 

“Oh, the Eddie who lives in ‘the real world’?” You retort.

“Sure.” He says, sighing again. “Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner?”

“Why?” 

“I told you, I like you.” He says and your heart patters in your chest. You pause, gathering your thoughts. Sure, you spend the last almost 2 weeks of your life wallowing in your own self-pity over him, but you’re not about to let him off the hook like that just because he says he likes you.

“You got a funny way of showing it.” You say, lamely.

“So dinner? Tonight? How’s 7 sound?” He proceeds, ignoring your comment entirely. 

“Eddie—.” You start but he interrupts you. 

“I’ll pick you up. We can go to that place near you that we ordered from, the one you said you like.”

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A knock at the door pulls you away from your vanity. You’re infamously running late as usual, which normally you’d feel no particular way about, but since Eddie already thinks you’re living in some made up fantasy world, you're struck with a sense of embarrassment. 

“Hey, beautiful.” Eddie greets as you open the door.

“Eddie.” You say indifferently.

“I would ask if you’re ready but…” he laughs, motioning up to the roller in the front of your hair and down to the dressing robe you’re wearing. 

“Eddie, I’m running a little late, please hold off on the hurtful jokes.” You say, widening the door for him to come in.

“No jokes, got it.” He says, pulling you into him with a hand around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

With your belly dipping in nerves, when he lets you go you turn around, walking back to your room. Silently, he trails along after you, taking a seat on your bed. 

“We got an ETA?” He asks.

“No jokes I said.”

“S’not a joke, pretty girl, it’s a question.” He says, smiling at you through your vanity mirror. His smile spreads from ear to ear, his eyes twinkling in the lowlights of your room. 

“You’re in a good mood.” You say, pulling the rollers out of your hair. 

“We’re celebrating tonight.” He says, sitting up straighter, eyes still glued to your reflection.

“Celebrating?” You question, turning in your seat to look at him directly rather than just through the mirror.”

“We got signed.” He says, dimples setting deep on his cheeks. 

“Seriously?” You exclaim, feeling your heart skip a beat. Eddie smiles bigger and you can’t help your own smile spreading on your face. 

“Seriously. We had the meeting yesterday, and it went fan-fucking-tastic.” He smiles, eyes beaming with excitement. “Then they called this morning and sent over the paperwork. We’re signed.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You shriek, standing up and bounding for him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hug him with all your force, pressing your chest to his. 

“Between ‘Eddie who?’ and ‘Eddie who lives in the real world’, it didn’t exactly fit into the conversation on the phone.” He laughs, buckling under your weight and falling back onto the mattress. 

“Are you kidding? You got signed, Eddie, that fits into every conversation.” You say, pulling back to look at him, gleaming with your own excitement. “I’m so happy for you.” You say, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“Thank you.” He mutters shyly. “So that’s why we’re celebrating.” He says excitedly, still smiling when you pull back to look at him again.

“And you wanted to celebrate with me?” You ask, pouting, your lower lip jetting out.

“Absolutely, which reminds me, I have something to show you.” He says, shifting under you, pulling a CD out of his jacket.

“A CD?” You question curiously, still smiling. 

“Yeah… the day after I left here, we had a meeting and they wanted something different— you know, to hear some diversity in our sound.” He says, eyes flickering down to the CD in his hands, nervously fumbling with it. “I had already kind of started working on this the night before, and… this is the song that got us signed.” He says, exhaling before redirecting his gaze back to you with a shy smile. You raise your brows.

“New song?” You ask quietly, feeling a buzz of excitement but winding it back due to Eddie’s growing shy nature. 

“New song.” He confirms, smile deepening. 

You take the CD from him, sitting us quickly and rushing to your CD player on the shelf. He follows after you, leaning against your dresser while you start up the disc.

“Now, before you start it, I think I should tell you the name of the song.” He says playfully, a hint of a sly taunt in his voice, shyness put on the back burner.

“Okay, tell me the name.” You laugh. 

“Rockstar’s Daughter.” 

Your jaw drops in surprise.

“It’s about me?” You ask, eyes going wide.

“The one and only.” He smiles.

Throwing yourself in Eddie’s arms, squeezing him tightly around his neck, he squeezes you back around your waist. 

“Okay, okay. Play it, I want you to hear it.” He laughs. You keep squeezing him so he turns, stepping you both closer so that he can hit play on your CD player.

Still hanging off of Eddie, music trickles from the CD player. It starts off slow, with a gentle acoustic guitar, way different from everything else he’s played you. 

When the lyrics come in, you are nearly swept clean off your feet from Eddie’s gentle voice. It’s a ballad, working up as the song builds on. 

When the words 'Rockstar's Daughter’ sing out, you point to yourself, cheeks tight with your smile being so big. 

“Me?” You whisper to Eddie.

“You.” He whispers back with a nod. You squeeze him tighter in your arms. 

The lyrics continue, listening intently, and you laugh when he starts describing your ‘fairytale dreamland’ and how he wants to stay there forever.

The song starts to build up and so does the beating of your heart. Looking at Eddie, his eyes are bubbling with amusement, sparkling as he watches you. Your eyes trailing lower, his lips are plump and inviting. 

You squeeze him tighter once again before bringing your lips to his. 

You kiss him fervently, all of your happy emotions bubbling up at once. He brings his hand up to your jaw, his mouth working against yours with just as much passion. Opening your mouth, he’s quick to lick into you, tongue gentle at first as it caresses yours.

“I love the song.” You mumble against his mouth. You feel his lips turn up at the corners.

“It’s not even done yet.” He says, laughing softly, returning to the kiss immediately. You continue kissing him until it comes to an end, music fading out.

“Restart it.” You mumble, when the song stops completely. 

Still kissing you, Eddie turns your body as he attempts to restart the song. His mouth falters against yours for a moment while he figures out your CD player, but he eventually gets it, the track restarting from the top.

You pull away from him, hitting the little loop button before grabbing his hand and pulling him to the edge of your bed.

You seamlessly untie your dressing robe, letting it fall to the floor, revealing your naked body.

Eddie’s eyes widen, his jaw slacking as his eyes roam over you.

“Thought you didn’t like my ‘fairytale dreamland’?” You tease.

“Never said that.” He replies, swallowing thickly.

You bring your hands to his shoulders, pulling his jacket down from the collar, letting it drop to the floor.

“You kind of did.” You reply.

“I love your little world here in your apartment. I would stay in it forever if I could.” He says, eyes flickering to yours. You grasp onto the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and when he lifts his arms you pull it over his head. His hair cascades down, resting back onto his bare shoulders as you drop the material to the floor.

“You could.” You reply, hands trailing over his chest.

“I wouldn’t have written this song if I stayed.” He replies, bringing a hand to your cheek, holding it tenderly, warm eyes staring into yours.

“The song’s pretty good.” You say, hearing his voice sing in the background of your conversation.

“Pretty good?” He smiles, raising a brow. 

“Really good.” You smile back.

“Good. I’m glad you like it.” He says. You let your eyes trail down his face again, traveling further downwards until stopping at his tattoo over his heart. 

“I love it.” You whisper, pressing a chaste kiss to the edge of the inked design. 

“S’all for you. Every word.” He says, weaving his hand into your hair gently. You press more kisses onto his chest, traveling back up until you're kissing up his neck.

“I love every word of it.” You whisper, punctuating your sentiment with a wet kiss under his ear. You let your hands fall to his belt line, taking the cold metal into your grip, working at getting it open.

“I missed you. It’s hard out there in the real world.” He says teasingly. You smile, pulling away from his neck to look at him.

“Really? You should bring me out there sometime.” You tease back.

“Was trying to, but uh— don’t know if we’ll make it to dinner now.” He says, lowering his eyes to where your hands have paused on his belt.

You pull the buckle loose, undoing his pants before he dips his face to you, pressing kisses along your cheek, down your jaw, craning his neck to press kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

You pull him by the loops of his pants closer to the bed, making him sit on the edge before you pull at his pants. He lifts his hips, allowing for you to tug them down and discard them on the floor, his boxers following suit.

You settle on your knees in front of him and the song restarts from the beginning again.

“You gonna make me listen to my own song?” He laughs.

“Listen to your own song while I suck your dick? Yes.” You say keeping an air of innocence in your voice, all while looking up at him through your lashes.

“Really?” He laughs again, eyes fanning from your face down to where your hands connect with his thighs. 

“You wrote it about me, I can do whatever I want with it.” You purr. You take his hardening cock in your hands, running your fist down it before kitten licking the tip.

“Fuck— yeah you can.” He groans, his length kicking up under your grasp. You spit on the head, spreading the wetness downwards.

When he’s wet enough, you bring your fist up and down before bringing your mouth back to his length, pressing a kiss right onto the flushing tip.

“Missed you, Eddie.” You say sweetly, taking the tip into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck gently as first.

“Shit, missed you too.” He gasps, voice getting strangled in his chest. You swirl your tongue around his tip before flattening it, taking him further into your mouth.

You twist your wrists, running your hands up and down his length, bobbing your head shallowly. He’s quickly a moaning mess in your grasp, and you feel yourself growing hotter, clenching your thighs for relief.

You remove one hand, taking him deeper in your mouth and he brings his hand to the side of your face, pushing your hair out of the way. You lean into his hold and he gets the hint, guiding you up and down.

You pull up, taking a breath, strings of spit still connecting you to him, before diving back down. You remove your second hand from his length, relaxing your throat and letting him glide right in, his hand on your head holding you there, his cock pressed against the back of your throat.

“F-fuck. Feels so good, baby.” He groans, eyes squeezing shut. His hand lets up on the back of your head just as you feel your lungs tightening, and you rise sputtering for air, catching your breath.

“Wanna ride you, Eddie.” You whine, unable to ignore the pulsing of desire between your legs for any longer.

“C’mon baby. Come ride me.” He says breathily, offering you a hand up. As you rise, he pulls you onto the bed before using his arms to scootch himself to the headboard, leaning against it. 

He offers you his hand and you take it, stabilizing yourself as you swing your leg over his hips.

Moving your hand to his chest, you use your other hand to guide his length to your entrance. 

Sinking down onto him, a harmonized moan leaves both of your lips, the soft strum of the song restarting once again still playing in the background. 

“Fuck, baby. Gonna write a song about your pussy next.” He groans lowly, making you laugh softly.

“Yeah? What’re you gonna write about it?” You ask, through a heavy breath.

“How fucking good it is. So tight, hugging my cock so perfectly.”

“Can't wait to hear it.” You moan, as you lift your hips from his, lowering yourself back down slowly.

“Your pussy was made for me. S’fucking perfect.” He says, bringing his hands to your hips, helping you continue to lift yourself off of him.

You start at a slow pace, working yourself up and down, taking his full length right down to his base. You feel your belly grow antsy, needing more, and you start grinding yourself against him after each sink, your clit rubbing perfectly against him.

“Fuck, Eddie. Your cock feels so good, fills me up so good.” You moan out, dropping your head to rest against his chest. With one arm, he pulls you closer to him. He lifts you enough for his hips to shift under you, helping you by meeting you halfway with each of your movements as your legs start to grow tired.

You keep going, thighs pushing you up and down on his cock until they burn, aching for relief. His hips make up for your tiredness, still continuing to buck up into you. 

“Want me to take over, baby? Fuck you just how you like it?” He rasps, hand rubbing up and down your back as his hips start to slow.

“Please, Eddie. Need you to.” You whimper.

He helps you lift up off of him. Taking your hips in his hands, he starts moving you to shift onto your hands and knees but you place a hand over his chest, motioning for him to pause. Over the four days at your apartment, he discovered that he could pull the best orgasms from you like that, but you stop him, wanting to be on your back this time.

“Want to see you, Eddie.” You say, voice coming out in a whine. 

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” He says, pressing a kiss to your lips. His mouth works against yours as he helps you lower to the bed, head hitting the pillow softly as he hovers over you.

When he pulls away from the kiss, he maneuvers your legs, taking them in his hands by your knees, hiking them up as you spread them out for him. 

“Look at your pretty pussy. You look so beautiful laid out like this for me.” He whispers huskily.

“Better write that down for your new song.” You whisper back, making his lips quirk up into a smile, huffing softly. 

He brings his hand down to your core, letting his thumb stroke the expanse of your slit, stopping at your clit.

“So fucking wet too.” He says under his breath. 

“All for you, Eddie.” You whisper, canting your hips for more friction. 

He starts rubbing his thumb in little circles on your clit making you gasp.

“Please, Eddie. Need you inside.” You whine, hips bucking as he presses harshly on your clit just to watch you squirm. 

“Perfect pussy.” He groans under his breath, taking his glistening cock in his hand, lining up with your sopping hole.

When he pushes in, you hum happily feeling him stretch you open. 

He presses into you deeply, knowing exactly how you like it already. The head of his cock drags against your sweet spot as he pulls out and it has you chorusing moans, accompanying the build up of his song still playing in the background. 

“Sound so pretty, baby.” He rasps, breath catching in his throat as he pushes back into you quicker, balls slapping against your ass.

“You sound so pretty.” You breathe, starting to get lost in the pleasure but trying to hold onto the faint singing of his voice coming from across the room. 

You feel your belly start to tense, and when he returns his thumb to your clit your breathing turns into harsh little pants.

“Just like that, Eddie. Feels so good.” You whimper.

His thrusting continues, getting faster and harder, building up with the volume of your moans. Your belly grows impossibly tight, euphoria threatening to spill. 

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours binds perfectly with the gentle instruments in the song, perfectly complimenting the moans and whimpers coming from Eddie as he pounds into you. 

You feel yourself getting close and rapture quickly boils over, not even giving you a chance to tell Eddie. 

Every beautiful cascading symphony slowly fades in your ears as your pleasure bursts, tightened belly exploding with ecstasy, all thoughts leaving your head as Eddie carries you through your orgasm. 

“Fuck— fuck. Just squeezing my cock, baby.” He groans, thrusts starting to go sloppy. “Gonna cum, g-gonna—” He grunts, cock pressing deeply into you as his cum shoots inside, painting your walls pearly white. His hips jerk and stutter as he works himself through his own orgasm, and you slowly recover from your own.

When his hips come to a halt, you reach out your arms, beckoning for him to come to you, to press his chest to your own and feel his body on top of yours. He complies, arms caging around you, lowering himself as gently as he can.

As soon as he settles against you, the crescendo of the song in the background comes to an end, fading to silence, like a perfectly timed soundtrack. 

When it restarts again, you can’t help but laugh.

“I love my song.” You say, exhaling with a happy sigh. 

“Fuck— can’t wait for you to hear the next one I’m gonna write.” He laughs softly.

You hum quietly to yourself feeling beyond content. If this is some fairytale dreamland, so be it. You have a beautiful man here with you, writing you lovey ballads. 

“You doing anything the next couple of days?” He asks, popping his head up from your chest.

“Why?” You ask, a smile already rising on your lips.

“Gotta a few days off until we start recording more stuff.”

“Yeah?” You question, willing him to continue. He uses his arms to push himself up enough to see you better.

“I was thinking…” He starts, brows rising to hide under his messy bangs. “If you’ll have me, I’d love to spend them with you? Maybe we can go out and do stuff too? Like the date I wanted to take you on?” He says, voice going timid and smile turning sheepish as he progresses in his proposal. 

You purse your lips, letting your eyes wander the room as you pretend to think it over. When you focus back on Eddie, his eyes bleed a faint nervousness.

“I’m going to keep that song on repeat, just so you know.” You say, grinning as you look up at him. He smiles back, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Does fairytale dreamland have a new soundtrack?” He teases. 

“Yes.” You reply firmly, before pulling him to your lips, kissing him.

Not only does fairytale dreamland have a new soundtrack, it seems to have a new willing resident too.

⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆₊ ⊹

ty!

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

52 and/or 63 from that drabble prompt list please! love your stuff <3

from these prompts

“It’s simple really,” Lily says, spreading her various scribbled-on parchments out on the table between the three of them.. “Like taking sweets from an ickle baby.”

“That’s just plain devious, Evans.”

Remus clears his throat. “I think,” he glances toward James then looks back to Lily with a polite smile, “we would enjoy hearing this plan.” He smile grows. “Not that the build-up has been anything less than delightful.”

Lily rolls her eyes. “Your sarcasm and lack of appreciation for proper story-telling has been noted, Lupin.”

“I appreciate your story-telling, Evans,” James points out, smiling proudly at her.

She raises an eyebrow at him. “You do know that my willingness to get naked in front of you has nothing to do with your false flattery, right, Potter?”

Remus makes a miserable sound. “Can we please get back to the matter at hand?”

Lily winces apologetically, but James just grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. It’s not as if Moony and the other lads aren’t used to this by now. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, his fingers drumming lightly against the wood. His gaze is steady on Lily, a mix of amusement and admiration. Lily catches his eye significantly, then glances away.

“Right. Anyway.” She aims a puff of air at her fringe, so that the hairs scatter away from her eyes. “They cut through the South Courtyard on their way back from the library, every night except for Wednesdays, because of—”

Remus nods in understanding. “Slug Club, right.”

“So if we do it Tuesday—”

James sighs, shifting in his chair, his brow furrowing with impatience. “Evans—”

“No, hush, I’m not done.” She waves him off, determination lighting up her features. “If we do it Tuesday, it’ll be easy. A quick Disillusionment charm for the two of you, I’ll be around the corner waiting for the signal and—”

“That’s not going—”

Remus kicks him under the table, shooting him a warning look. “Let her finish, Prongs.” James slumps back into his chair, but otherwise motions for Lily to keep talking.

“Thank you, Remus. This is why you’re my favourite.” She sends a sharp glare toward James. James, her boyfriend, who has been sitting here for an hour  like an angel listening to Lily’s ridiculous plan to try and get back at Mulciber for his hexing of Mary last week. “We won’t leave him without any of his clothes, of course, because that’s more of a punishment to the rest of Hogwarts than it is to Mulciber, but—what do you think?”

Remus taps his fingers along the table, considering. “I think it’s a good starting place.”

“Are you open to some feedback?” James asks, leaning forward.

Lily shakes her head, self-importantly. “Not at this time, no.”

He tosses his head back and laughs. “Evans.”

“Don’t ruin this for me, James. I swear I—”

“It’s not that I don’t love to see you plotting and planning to give it to Mulciber,” he says, then laughs again at the offended look on her face. “No, seriously, it’s a good thing Moony is here because, the effect it has on me, Evans…the ideas in my head right now just simply aren’t appropriate for the library.”

“Thank you so much for your restraint,” Remus says dryly.

“But?” Lily demands, her sharp gaze fixed on James.

“But,” he continues, dropping his voice even though they’re practically alone in here this early on a Saturday morning. It’s why he and Remus are the only ones who responded to her owl, while Sirius and Peter opted for a lie-in. “We have an Invisibility Cloak. And a map. We—”

Lily hits the table in front of them, shaking her head fervently. “That’s cheating!”

James scoffs. “How is it—”

“Careful, Lily,” Remus hums lightly.

“Is that what you think? All these years?” James yelps, his voice rising in pitch. “You should be impressed. Who else in this castle has—”

“I am impressed by the map, James, and you know it. Magic that advanced…” She smiles cheekily. “It’s at least half the reason I’m dating you. But it just puts all your ridiculous pranks in a new light. When you consider the fact that you’ve had an easy way of becoming invisible—”

“Take that back!” James insists. “It’s still impressive!”

Remus leans back in his chair, smirking. “I told you, Lily.”

“Look,” Lily tries for an appeasing tone, but it only serves to make James pout further. His own girlfriend thinks all those brilliant pranks were only accomplished by cheating? What kind of cruel world is this?! “You are very intelligent and I—”

“Stop talking to me like I’m six,” he mumbles, folding his arms over his chest and sticking out his lower lip.

Lily and Remus lock eyes across the table for a moment, then immediately burst out laughing. The sound is loud and unabashed, echoing through the otherwise quiet library. Lily’s shoulders shake with mirth, her eyes shut tight, while Remus leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as he tries to catch his breath.

“What?” James demands, scrambling to sit up straight again in his chair, eyes darting between the two of them. “What’s so funny?”

“Have I mentioned how much I like having you around, Lily?” Remus says through his laughter, completely ignoring James. “Merlin, it’s so much better when there’s someone else to humble him.”

“I hate both of you,” James says, glaring. “And, Lily,” he purses his lips, haughtily, “your plan is rubbish. I’m not helping you.” He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose for good measure, because he means business.

“Okay,” Lily snorts loudly, leaning back in her chair with a mock-serious expression. “Damn, Potter. I’m truly gutted. Honest to God, I’m not sure how I’ll ever recover or find the will to go on.” She turns smoothly toward Remus. “You’ll help me, won’t you?”

“Of course.”

James makes a sound of indignation, his face reddening further. “We’re not friends anymore, Remus.”

“Shame.”

“And Lily?”

“Yes?” She lifts an eyebrow, daring him to say something equally scathing.

“You and me,” he says, struggling to commit to the false threat while she’s looking at him with those eyes, bloody Merlin and Morgana. “We’re…we’re…”

“Uh huh?”

“Well, I am…not very happy with you right now,” he finishes lamely.

She grins at him, eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m sure the feeling will pass. Just as soon as I’m naked again.”

[fannyspammy]

We’re Okay

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: y/n & Adam disagree for the first time

Warnings: none ! just fluff :)

A/N: fifth part to the Firsts series! Sorry it took me so long to get the next part up! Had a super busy week :/ If you haven’t read the previous parts yet, my masterlist is here! (Can be read as a oneshot tho!)

taglist: @spderm4nnnn @nocturnest @joeysjaskier

[not my gif]

Adam loved everything y/n loved. Half because she was the one who introduced him to most things, and half because y/n just had good taste.

He loved all the different food she introduced him to, the books, the movies, the music. You listened to just about anything — classic crooners, r&b, pop throwbacks, show tunes.. you name it! Naturally, Adam listened to just about anything as well, but his favourites always featured a strong guitar.

Y/n nodded her head to the beat as The Black Keys filled her ears. They were one of her favourite groups, and one of the few she’d seen perform live on Terra before finding herself in space.

She was stretched over the couch, feet up on the arm rest on the side farthest from her, singing softly along to Everlasting Light.

“In me you can confide.. When no ones by your side.. Let me be your everlasting light.”

Adam walked in, cold drink in hand. “What’ya listenin’ to?” Y/n removed one of her earbuds and held it out for him to take. She retracted her legs to allow him to sit, and he pulled them back over his lap once he was settled in his spot. Taking the earbud, Adam immediately recognized the song and nodded his head in approval. Placing his drink on the coffee table, he leaned back into the pillows behind him, and they sat in contentment, singing along and creating actions to lyrics.

As the song ended, the rhythmic intro to Howlin’ For You began. “Oh, I love this one!” Adam stated. “Dan Auerbach.. what a legend.”

Y/n agreed, retelling the time she saw him live in concert. “His guitar solos were insane. Definitely my favourite guitarist.”

“Second favourite, you mean,” Adam said, shrugging lightly. Y/n raised an eyebrow and tilted her head in question. “After Adrian Belew, right?”

“Oh, I mean, he’s great, but Auerbach is still my favourite.”

Adam stared at her like he couldn’t believe the words that just came out of her mouth.

“You’re joking right? Adrian Belew is the greatest of all time!”

Y/n shrugged. “I dunno, I love his stuff too, but I think I just prefer the blues-y rock vibes over a lot of Adrian’s experimental stuff.”

Adam’s mouth was slightly agape now. “Oh c’mon. Oh Daddy? Pretty Pink Rose? I mean, the man played with David Bowie!” He was sitting up now, sharp eyebrows furrowed in frustration and hands out with his palms up in a ‘what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about’ manner.

Y/n sat up too, sensing more tension than she thought was necessary for such a trivial topic. “Babe, chill. So I don’t think Adrian Belew is the greatest of all time, so what? Why is it such a big deal to you?”

The golden man stood up now, throwing his hands down to his sides as he did. Her legs slid off his lap as he walked away from the couch, pacing a few steps away before turning around to face her again.

“Why isn’t it a bigger deal to you? How can you not think he’s the greatest guitarist of all time? He’s so clearly unmatched!”

Y/n rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why is it so hard to accept that I prefer Auerbach’s style? I’m not saying Adrian isn’t great, it’s just personal preference! When it comes to the experimental stuff I can only listen in small doses. I prefer alternative. Why is that such a problem for you?”

“Because we always like the same things!” He shouted. Y/n was taken by surprise, eyebrows raised in shock before her expression softened into a more curious one. Adam sighed, rubbing his temple with his palm as he sat back down on the edge of the couch. “We… I always like everything you’ve shown me. Everything. I mean, I don’t think I’ve disagreed with you once since we met. What if it starts with this — I like Belew and you like Auerbach — and then it becomes other things? And then next thing you know we don’t agree on anything?”

Y/n stared at him intently as he explained himself. He looked like a sad puppy, eyes round and lips in a pout. She stifled a chuckle as she realized what he was saying. Leaning forward, knees bent up to her chest, she placed her hands on his thigh. He looked at where she touched him before looking into her eyes. “Adam, it’s okay for us to disagree!”

He looked at her sheepishly. “It is?”

“Yes, silly,” y/n smiled at him, amused. “It’s sweet that you’re concerned about us growing apart, but every couple disagrees on some things. And usually over more important things than who the best guitarist is.”

Adam relaxed and scooted closer, bringing his hands to rest on the back of her calves. His thumbs rubbed her shins gently. “So.. we’re okay then?”

Y/n smiled. “Yes, you idiot, we’re okay.”

Adam sighed in relief. He adjusted his position so he was resting his head on her knees, an arm hooked around her leg to hug it close to him. Y/n melted at the sight him — a powerful man who could single-handedly bring down an army, so soft and delicate with her.

She brought a hand to his head and stroked through his hair before placing a kiss on his forehead. He snuggled closer at her show of affection and y/n smiled once again.

“We’re okay.”

[please-let-me-be-horny]

Fan Service.

(Ok! So this story literally took way longer than I thought it would. I may have gotten a little too invested in the characters. But !!!TW!!! This piece of fiction features questionable consent, r*pe and intox. This is entirely a fictional fantasy based off a dream one of my favourite mutuals had about The Good, The Bad, and The Neutral.)

The three of them stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing down at the panting, bleeding mess of their latest victim. Bad had done what he did best and made him suffer, whilst Neutral and Good kept an eye on the door. They knew their roles. They knew their responsibilities. Good made for a convincing underage girl. Neutral was tech savvy enough to locate where this creep was. Bad taught him the lessons he needed to learn. They had just gotten done with their first lesson and were taking a moment to let him recover for the next lesson. It was during this momentary break in the festivities that the chime of the library door sounded, drawing their attention back towards the entrance.

"you forgot to hang the closed sign in the window, didn't you, Good?"

"there was a closed sign?"

Bad let out a frustrated grunt, turning back around and sending a fist into the side of the librarians head, tipping him over in his chair and silencing him.

"your fuck up. Your responsibility. Go make whoever it is disapear, idiot."

Good huffed, trudging towards the front of the library.

It was only a small basement dwelling. A few book shelves lining a long and narrow space. Claustrophobic was the word that came to mind as Good shuffled his way between the shelves. He made no attempt to conceal himself, poking his head around a book shelf and spotting their intruder.

She wasn't wearing a police uniform, which was already a good sign. Instead She was dressed for comfort. A large, loose fitting shirt, baggy worn out jeans and a pair of trainers. She was also soaking wet from the heavy rain outside, shivering and dripping all over the floor.

"uhh...hello? Sorry, I only stopped in to get out of the rain...what's with the mask?"

Good took a moment, eye brows raised as he quickly thought up an excuse. "Uuh... fumigation...lots of uh...dust and stuff here, you probably don't wanna be breathing any of this in...here, come inside, it's safe, you just don't wanna hang around too long..." Nailed it. Good stepped out from around the book shelf, approaching the girl and reaching into his back pocket for the rag he had used to chloraphorm the librarian only a few hours earlier.

"are you sure? I really don't wanna be a burden if you're in here working..."

Good simply nodded, lifting the cloth up to her face and gently pressing it over her mouth and nose. By now any of the remaining fumes from the previous dosing of chloraphorm will have mostly faded, but it was gonna be more than enough for someone of such a small stature.

"o-oh! Thank....yooou?" Her voice faded quickly as her eyes rolled backwards. Good was quick to step closer and support her body weight, turning her back to his chest and begining to drag her backwards deeper into the library. "Shhhh sweetheart, let's get you out of these wet clothes....you'll catch your death like that..."

Hearing the sounds of heels dragging against the carpet, Bad and Neutral turned to watch as Good dragged the girls body across the floor and gently laying her down Infront of them.

"What kind of fucking "disappearing" act is this? You just gave us another witness to dispose of, you fucking moron." Neutral raised his hands to his temples, rubbing the growing headache out from the sides of his skull.

"look I'm not gonna send some poor girl back out into the rain, besides, I gave her the rag" His voice came out with a hint of exasperation on his tone, as Good began rummaging through her pockets to find her phone and purse, and tossing them to Bad. "you know I'm not good at thinking on my fe-"

"hhhnmh..." Their fresh hostage squirmed on the floor, her eyes fluttering slightly as she rolled onto her side, sleeping. The three of them stood motionless, ready to act if she woke up.

"you said you ragged her"

"I did! I didn't have time to apply a full dose, she only got the left overs of the librarians hit"

Both Neutral and Good continued to bicker amongst themselves in hushed tones as Bad scrolled through the girls phone, letting out a short and sinister chuckle. She was a following his blog. He even recognised the username from his notifications. Kneeling down, he reached down and offered her face a few firm slaps, drawing her out of her unconscious state, and holding her phone up to her sight line, showing her his blog. He didn't speak. He never did. He simply held a finger up to the part of his mask where his mouth would be, indicating silence as he gazed directly into her hazy eyes.

"y-you're....hmm you're eyes are priiiiiddyyyy...." Clearly she was still heavily dosed, speaking with a lazy tone and reaching up to place her hands on Bads face. Turning to the others, Bad passed her phone to Neutral, letting him scroll through the girls blog as Bad began removing her clothes.

"...are we sure it's a good idea to let him...you know..."

"only about as good as your idea to bring her into the shop instead of getting rid of her like I asked you to. Go lock the door. And put the fucking closed sign up this time."

Behind his glasses, Good rolled his eyes, and once again trudged off to the front, leaving Neutral and Bad to their own priorities.

"Bad, go get the tape. If she's gonna stay, we don't want her running off and getting us in trouble....though based on the things she has liked on your blog, I don't think she is gonna mind so much." Neutral was quite surprised by what he found in her likes. He knew Bad had an online following of perverts, but he hadn't expected to ever meet any of them.

Bad nodded, standing up and moving towards the back of the library to collect his toy box. Neutral remained with the girl, stepping over her hips and standing over her, he bent down at the hips to look into her dazed and puzzled eyes. "You, my dear, chose the wrong basement. But it's ok, I'm not going to hurt you. But we need to ensure your silence....so we're going to make a little movie for Bads blog...you seem to be a fan so I'm sure you won't mind." The poor girl only responded with a slow and hazy "w-wait...."

Neutral placed her phone in his pocket, before producing his own, and setting it up on one of the shelves. He fussed about the positioning and the light. Even going so far as to gently push her across the rough carpet with his boot in order to position her more conveniently for his video. He grit his teeth a little as his OCD began nagging at him. She was still wet. And it was soaking into the carpet causing an unpleasant squelching beneath his feet. It was too much for his senses.

As Good and Bad returned, they found Neutral stood over her naked body, folding her clothes neatly and placing them in a tidy pile on one of the emptier book shelves, having removed the rest of her clothing. As the two stood gawking at her, neutral was the only one still focused on the task at hand, rolling his eyes and snapping his fingers Infront of the two of them. "For fuck sake, get on with it."

A sinister chuckle escaped from Bads mouth, muffled and raspy as it rattled out from the base of his throat. Good on the other hand, was a little more hesitant. She looked so small and fragile alone down there by herself. "p-pleaash....n-no." the words came out with little to no strength behind them, she was practically whispering as her eyes swayed and rolled lazily in her head, as her jaw hung uncomfortably loose.

Things began to escalate quickly once Neutral hit Record in his phone. Good was first. And as always, was gentle. Unfastening his belt, he lowered his jeans, and produced his rapidly hardening cock, giving it a few lazy strokes as he moved down onto his knees, and began crawling into a position to mount her. "I'm really sorry, this won't take long...I promise I'll be quick about it, sweetheart...I'll try to make this enjoyable for you..." He whispered the words softly into her ear, his breathing was trembling as he lined his cock up with her exposed pussy, surprised and encouraged to find she was actually wet. She lifted her head once again, her eyes soft and empty as they gazed up into the lenses if his glasses, tears begining to well up in her eyes, before falling down her face and blending in with the rain. "S-stop....I...."

Meanwhile, kneeling down behind her, Bad had opened his toy box, an old aluminium tool box that had been "signed" with the bloody finger prints of his victims. sliding his finger tips across a series of cutting implements and hammers, he took his time deciding what he would use for her, ultimately deciding that any fan of his deserves to get an autograph...cut into their flesh. He shifted his position slightly, so his knees pinned her shoulders to the messy carpet, once again bringing a finger up to his face to shush her whilst Good began entering her body.

Neutral stood leaning against the wall, watching the two of them have their fun. The concept of going near that wet patch of carpet was giving him hives, but the act of watching his counterparts drug and rape an innocent bystander for blackmail materials was just another day for him. Even when Good started to become more desperate in his thrusts, panting softly and whispering his apologies, Neutral couldnt stop his body reacting as his own cock stirred and pulsed in his pants.

"I'm nearly....nearly done, dear, just keep still....it's ok, it's nearly over....I'm sorry...." Good's breath hitched in his throat as his first shameful orgasm pulsed through him, slamming his hips down into hers and filling her warmth with his own. He shuddered as she lay there motionless, sickened by his enjoyment of her soft and delicate whimpering, and the feeling of her insides clamping down on him to resist as she sobbed silently beneath him.

Bad relished in watching her face during all of this, tilting his head in morbid curiosity as his eyes scanned over her pained and miserable features. She looked so pretty like this. They always did. Good was done and Bad was eager to leap on his next meal. His muscles tensed and his back arched as he began to rise to his feet. But as Good pulled out of her, and stood up to distance himself from his own mess, Neutral stepped in, holding a hand up to bad to stop him for a moment. "No....give her a break first...."

Bad huffed behind his mask, his knuckles turning white as he clentched his chosen blade in his fist. The glare he shot at Neutral was acidic enough to burn through tungsten, but he did as instructed, freeing her shoulders of his body weight and standing over her. "Move her somewhere more comfortable....this floor is disgusting." He spoke casually, as if he hadn't just watched good rape her. Taking his phone, he paused the recording, and assisted in dragging her body further back into the basement, into a darker corner away from where the librarian lay.

"Don't be afraid...I'm not going to hurt you like the others will...but I need to prove a point..." Neutrals tone was flat. Like he was reading instructions off a manual. Even as he lowered himself onto his knees into a position straddling her chest, he was composed and emotionless. Unfastening his belt, he tossed his phone to Bad. "I'll be done soon...don't worry..."

Bad smirked behind his mask and restarted the recording as Neutral began stroking his cock. It didn't take long for him to get hard, especially watching her tears begin to run down her face. "That's it...make it look good for the camera..." Behind his mask, Neutral bit his lip. The feeling of his balls resting against the softness of her tits as he jerked off over her had him shuddering slightly. "Please, I j-jus-" Neutrals hand came down hard, slapping her across the face with his free hand, before moving it to grip her by the hair. "I'll fucking ask when I want you to speak..."

She lay there's, silently sobbing as Neutrals cock was pumped aggressively inches from her face. Though he wasn't cruel, Neutral enjoyed humiliating his hostages. He cooed softly, tutting as he smeared the precum leaking from his cock onto her face and across her eyes. "That's it...keep struggling, I'm getting close...." For the first time since they had entered the shop, Neutrals composure was slipping. There was a violent desperation in his voice now as he rapidly jerked himself closer and closer to climax. "Open your fucking mouth and ask nicely...be a good little whore for Bad"

She let out a soft whine as he pulled her hair, angling her face up towards Bad and the camera. "Beg your family to forgive you.... apologies for being such an eager little victim..." She swallowed hard, earning herself a slap for hesitating against Neutrals orders. "P-please m-mister....please cum....i-i'm sorry I'm such a p-pervert online....I'm s-sorry th-that I asked for this..."

Neutral let out a satisfied grunt as his orgasm hit, spraying his load across her face and tits as she looked up into the camera. She flinched and sobbed as each rope of his heavy load landed on his skin and mixed in with the rain and tears already covering her body. "hmm....there's a good little whore...ok Bad, she's all yours..." Neutral quickly regained his composure and stood up, tucking his cock back into his pants and dusting carpet lint off if his clothes and pants. "take the camera. Me and Good will get the car ready...I think we're done here".

As Neutral turned around, he came face to face with Good, who was stood, arms crossed, frowning at Neutral from behind his glasses and mask. "You're a psychopath, you know that?" Neutral simply waved him off and pushed him towards the front of the library, leaving Bad alone with their new victim.

From her place in the ground, the hostage watched as Bad casually picked his chosen blade up again, before squatting down and once again holding the young girls phone in his hand. Offering it to her, he revealed he had her blog open. He scrolled through for a moment, pointing out all the times she has unknowingly reblogged from his own blog. How he has been following her blog for a while. They were even mutuals. He smiled silently to himself as the realisation and fear began to creep into her eyes. Once more, he held a finger up to his lip, before moving the blade down to her skin.

"please don't, don't do tha-aaah!" Her words were cut short as Bad found a place on her exposed thigh, gripping the flesh with his free hand and spreading it thin for a cleaner cut, as he began to draw the blade across her skin, cutting into her. She struggled. She screamed. But it was all white noise for him. Even as the blood began to gather against the webbing of his fingers and collect under his finger nails, he continued, until his mark was complete. A small skull, encircled in a heart. His forever. And her forever reminder of him.

Satisfied with his work, he could begin focusing on his fun. He moved the blade, still dripping with her blood, up to her face, and pressed the edge of it firmly against her cheek bone, as he began to aggressively pull apart her legs, placing them on his shoulders and leaning forward to trap her, folded in half, beneath his body weight. She looked so pretty like this.

He was rough with her. Forcing his cock into her ass and relishing in her screams as he smashed his hips into the back of her thighs. He growled and huffed in an animalistic fashion as he gripped her legs against his body and pulled her body back and fourth to meet his aggressive, stabbing thrusts. It hurt for a moment before her body and brain began to melt. Soon her useless, doped up struggling stopped, replaced only by the whining and pained moans escaping her mouth as he pounded into her.

"ah....ah....ah..." She lay there helpless beneath him, gazing up into the eyes of the stranger she had lusted after privately. Even now, bleeding, bruised and on the verge of unconsciousness, she could feel the insides of her pussy heating up and warming up to her rapist, as Goods cum leaked out of her and down into her asshole, lubing up Bads cock as he fucked it deeper and deeper into her suffering ass hole. This wasn't desperation or humiliation anymore. This was Bads reward for the hard work he had done earlier in the day with the librarian. This was him claiming a worthy victim. This was Bad giving his fan something to remember. Even now as he got lost in his own pleasure, the knife held to her cheek began to cut into the side of her face as his thrusts became more and more feral.

"s-stop....stop I'm gonna...." She whimpered helplessly, letting out a pained and shameful moan of twisted ecstacy and sobbing as her eyes were locked onto his. She was cumming. She was experiencing an orgasm from being the free use doll of a sick and murderous stranger. He let out a sinister chuckle, feeling the muscles of her asshole tighten around his cock as he rutted into her harder. Her pleas for mercy only encouraged his desire to make her feel pain, knowing she has just exposed her own enjoyment on camera.

He didn't even warn her when he reached his climax. He didn't slow down or stop or grunt. He just fucked into her harder and harder as he sprayed the contents of his balls against the insides of her ass. His cock throbbed and pulsed angrily as each, solid thrust delivered more and more of this bastards cum into her tight virgin body. She was fully used. Covered and filled with the cum of strangers. All of it caught on camera.

Satisfied, Bad pulled out, and shifted his body to lay in the ground next to her, once more opening her phone up and gripping her by the hair, he posed next to her, knife to her throat, and took a selfie. He tapped on the screen for a moment, captioning the picture, before dropping her phone to the ground beside her and standing up. He collected his gear, gave the librarian another harsh kick to the ribs, before gently and affectionately russling the poor girls hair, and leaving the library to join his partners in the car outside.

She lay there, broken and used for a while, letting the feeble half dose of chloraphorm wear off. Once the strength had returned to her body, she sat up and checked her leg where Bad had cut into her, wincing in pain as she shifted to stand up. Collecting her phone, she opened it to check the photo Bad had taken of them. She didn't even need to open her camera roll, as her lock screen had been replaced with the selfie he had took.

The caption simply read "Fan Service".

[gyuzgrl]

the sounds you make IIbskII

summary- Seungkwan's been working too hard these days. Your innocent plan to ease his aches and pains takes a heated turn when you find yourself growing aroused by the sounds he makes under you.

You didn't mean for things to unfold like this. Truly.

It had been an hour since Seungkwan got off work. An hour since you noticed how tired he looked. An hour since you sweetly proposed giving him a massage.

He rejected the offer initially, not wanting to tire you out over nothing, but after your endless pestering, he caved.

You should've known then, that feeling up a beautiful man late at night, with soft r&b playing in the background, was bound to get you feeling some kind of way.

Ever the good Samaritan, you did your best to make him feel good. You lit candles, put on soft music, brought out your favourite massage oils- really pulled out all the stops. He was precious to you. Of course you'd do this for your sweet boyfriend.

"bedroom-turned-private spa," you grinned, kneeling on the bed, "not bad huh?"

"not bad at all, sweetheart" His eyes widened as he looked around the room, taken aback just a little by how much effort you'd put in. "where d'ya want me?"

"bed, silly"

Seungkwan complied, wordlessly. He whisked his shirt off and laid on his tummy, sighing when his body sank into the plush mattress.

Straddling his lower back, you rubbed soothing circles into his shoulders, feeling how tense he was. A little massage oil was all you needed to warm up his skin as your hands glided across his broad back with ease.

A knot between his shoulder blades seemed particularly hard, and you pressed down with your thumbs to work it out. Seungkwan groaned against the sheets, voice muffled but still audible to you.

You pushed further, earning a louder response, and you swallowed thickly at the lump settling in your throat.

'this is about Seungkwan, not you. snap out of it.'

"I'm not hurting you, am I kwannie?"

"no baby, you're- you're so doing well, thank you" his voice comes out strained. It reminds of you of how how he sounds when he eases himself into y-

'down girl- you're insatiable, god'

That's pretty much how the next hour goes; with you trying to keep your thoughts at bay as the man under you groans in pleasure, unaware of the effect he has on your poor cunt.

Except he is. Seungkwan is, very much aware of your position. Your sharp inhales, your desperate pants, shallow breaths- he heard it all. And he intended to take full advantage.

"sweetheart," he sighs, "can you do the front too? my chest's still sore from that stupid workout regime Woozi Hyung's put me on"

He gives you the sweetest, most pitiful pout, and your heart twists a little against your ribs. How could you say no to your sweet boy? How could you, when he looked at you so prettily?

You hum, lifting yourself up so he can turn under you, and the sight you're met with has regret coursing through you.

Firm, hardened muscles were one thing, but that face- he was easily one of the prettiest men out there. Especially now, having grown into his features a little more.

You find yourself staring at his face for a little too long, and quickly lower your gaze to his chest. Lathering your hands with some more oil, you coat his skin with the scented fluid, gulping thickly with every sound he makes.

"fuck-" he hisses, biting into his lower lip, "you do this so well, baby"

Involuntarily, your hips roll forward against his own, and your eyes widen, unable to control the way your body reacts to him. His sly smile escapes you in your panic, and you cough to cover up the mishap.

You trail your hands lower, to his stomach- surprisingly toned. When you first saw his torso bare, you couldn't control the gasp that escaped you. Whatever happened to the fluffy, wholesome man you once knew?

"I hurt myself here today, y'know?" he rasps, tilting his head toward a little bruise on his lower abs. You pout, scooting lower to place a soft kiss to the spot.

He shivers.

"hurt myself here too," Seungkwan threads his long fingers through your hair, guiding your face up to his, "right here" He tugs you down to meet his lips, and kisses you slow.

Your lips mold against each other, pushing hungrily against one another's skin, until you pull away- panting.

"what are y-" he interrupts with another kiss, harder than the last. His tongue bullies its way into your mouth, hot breaths enmeshing as he forces your jaw open. "you thought I wouldn't notice?" he pants against your mouth, "how you squirmed with each sound I made?"

His hands ghost over your waist, trailing their way up to your jaw. They cradled your face so perfectly, made you feel so small for fitting in his palms with such ease.

"as much as I loved the massage, I think it's time you let me take care of you, hm? would you like that sweetheart? I bet that poor pussy of yours is aching right now"

You nod desperately, feeling your panties dampen with anticipation.

"words"

"please-"

"you're a smart girl, aren't you? you have such a way with words- such eloquence- look at you now" he pouts in faux sympathy, "poor baby, needs me so bad she can barely speak"

You'd slap him if he said this outside the confines of your bedroom, of course, but now, it sends heat rushing to your pussy and all you can do is nod dumbly.

"s'okay sweetheart, I got you- I'll give you what you need, okay angel?"

He tugs your clothes off, leaving you bare above him, and sits up against the headboard. "wanna ride my thigh, baby? hm? wanna cum on my thigh and make a mess on my sweatpants?"

You whimper out a small "yes please" and Seungkwan lifts you onto his thigh, hands gripping your waist.

"y'know what to do angel, follow my hands- fuck, just like that" He rolls your body forward, forcing you down onto his thigh, and finally you feel a sense of relief.

A moan slips past your lips when your clit meets the textured surface of his sweatpants, the sudden stimulation sending jolts of electricity up your back.

"f-fuck-"

He tenses his thigh, dragging your body back and forth, as his name falls from your lips like it's all you know. Like he's all you know.

Your moans get louder and he knows you're close. Altruistic as ever, he bounces his leg- for your pleasure, of course- and pushes you down harder against his solid muscle.

"I'm- oh my god- cumming, I'm cu-" you moan, cutting yourself off when your vision turns white. Seungkwan eases you through your orgasm, making sure you ride your high, and places a peck on the seam of your mouth.

"that's it, that's my girl," he praises, one hand leaving your hip to stroke your hair, "so good for me, aren't you?"

"mhm- all for you kwannie"

"think you can gimme one more?"

"yes," you breathe, smoothing your hands over his chest.

In one swift motion, Seungkwan flips you over, now hovering above you. He kisses you again, tracing his way down to your sex, placing wet pecks to your lips, your jaw, your breasts, and your tummy, before he reaches where you need him most.

His eyes flutter closed as he takes in the scent of you, savoring the way you smell with no shame. It makes you shy.

"kwanniee," you whine, closing your legs, "that's embarrassing"

"is it, sweetheart? don't get shy on me now, c'mon" His hands grip your inner thighs and push them open, reveling at the sight of your pretty pussy- soaked and glistening for him.

He lowers his mouth to you, tongue fiddling with your clit before lapping up the remnants of your arousal, and your body jolts up at the contact.

"nuh uh- you're gonna hold still for me," he warns, splaying one hand across your belly to push you back down. "fuck you taste like heaven"

"shut up" you whine. Seungkwan cocks a brow at you.

"can't eat you out with my mouth closed, sweetheart" He plunges his tongue into your cunt and you cry out, hands threading through his hair to hold him steady. "see baby? you like my mouth open- like when i fuck you with it"

The wet muscle pushes into you over and over, and you feel your orgasm build. Seungkwan's hand dips from your belly, to your clit, and he presses down on the hardened nub, rolling it under the pad of his thumb.

"oh my fucki- oh my god, please- please don't stop"

You writhe under him- limbs shaking, hips jerking forward- and in a flash, you feel your stomach uncoil, relief flooding your system like a warm breeze.

"good fucking girl," Seungkwan mumbles into your thigh, "cumming all over my face making those pretty sounds,"

Your chest heaves, breathing evidently unsteady. Seungkwan crawls back up to you, placing his lips on yours so you can taste how sweet you are. You moan into the kiss, grabbing his face, pulling him closer.

This was going to be a long night.

[darlingpwease]

My lovely wife you giving me ideas and thinking about imagining Yandere and omega Leon how breed bull he looks

hihi souffle~!!! <333 kith kith<33333

king's favourite

♡ unhealthy behaviour, animalistic behaviour, alternative universe, family making, mention of violence + blood, he has not yet lost powers, forced relationship if you squint, reincarnation themes if you squint; transmigrator!reader (or just isekaid), alpha-like beta!reader

♡ breeding / unprotected sex, rough treatment, nipples play (g.), blood play (r.), womb fucking if you squint, cum inflation if you squint, (spicy & messy)

How did they teach you there? "Get into the situation, understand and forgive"? "There is a spark of goodness in everyone"? "You just have to be patient"?

"We have to wait and everything will get better"?

You waited — many times — and even when you found yourself here, in your own body with several modified features; thought "at last I will live well, nothing is scary after death, I can start again," clinging to the chance to survive is not out of desperation at all, but from the fact that you have already seen similar situations before, using your skills and knowledge mixed with the underdevelopment of the surrounding world.

You don't know what happened here, — you don't want to know — but you're sure it makes you feel better.

After all, you, prepared by the modern world and by some incomprehensible effect caused by changes in your body, are ready for anything as long as your blood flows in your body. Undoubtedly, it is unusual for you in this new world, with these 'alphas', 'betas', 'omegas', only some deltas and gammas are missing, and already five letters from the greek alphavite have been collected, but you get used to it.

You're really getting used to it.

You are lucky to be an unremarkable beta, without this strange smelling dynamics, with these incomprehensible exchanges of smells and even stranger features — like a knot??? womb??? bite glands??? — and questionable courtship.

But no one seems to fall in love with betas.

And then you met him.

If you knew in advance that the betas, it turns out, are also quite attractive for some reason, then you would run as fast as you could from him and from his subordinates — but then you really thought that nothing would happen, "the worst thing is death". And it's not that what happened to you, when violet eyes collided with you and shone like billions of stars, was worse than death.

“Finally.”

But when the only thing you can do is agree, knowing perfectly well and seeing that your refusal means nothing if the 'king of Dark Fall' chose you. In the end, you were nothing more than a charming pet that was chosen from thousands of the same, probably even more beautiful and exciting — but for some reason it was on your figure that the purple eyes stopped and froze, with dilated feline pupils, when a strong slender hand grabbed your wrist, not letting you move away, in front of eyes an equally shocked environment, scorching at you rather than at him, asking themselves 'why are you' than 'what does his behavior mean'.

“Leon,” — he whispers hoarsely, squeezing your hands, not trying to penetrate your personal space, but also not letting you move away, glaring with such a burning gaze that your heart is beating loudly in throat from noisy fear and dull excitement caused rather by adrenaline and that strange aura of power around his body that you can't not react. — “My name. Don't forget it. You're mine now — I chose you.”

From his words, head is slightly dizzy, — or is it from a strange smell that surrounds his body, as if shouting to you that you have a handsome strong mate in front of you? — but you can only nod, realizing that resistance will lead to nothing. You have often seen this in fanfiction, you know what to do — and although this is not a dating simulator or anything like that, you are sure that the actions are not too different.

His eyes dig into your every feature, as if trying to get under your skin, while his hands imperiously but gently squeeze yours, intertwining long fingers with yours, restlessly squeeze and unclench.

A handsome and young aristocrat takes a person from the street as a lover? Isn't this the plot of Cinderella?

You must even be 'lucky' — food, bed and a handsome powerful person who seems to be passionate about you and enough free time. Even if you really are nothing more than a pet, doesn't that mean that you only need to perform your role well and manage your limited time wisely?

You must even be lucky — you think thoughtfully when blood drops on your cheeks.

Someone else's blood, of course — you are too precious; a couple of drops that unintentionally reach your skin while any sounds get stuck in throat. Not that your role is anything more special than a simple 'pet' — but even so, the reaction seems... excessive.

“I'll rip out the hands of anyone who does that again.”

It's cold in the hall, unusually cold, while the blood drips down, staining the floor, forcing the servants to step back restlessly, not even trying to wipe something or help.

“Is that clear? I don't like to repeat myself in such things.”

It's not the right time to ask about a walk — and from the looks of the servants, you can be sure that none of them will even try to approach you in the near future.

“I know you don't remember much...”

LEON begins in a soft, almost timid voice when you squeeze his thigh, climbing between them, and he allows, pushing them apart, obeying every movement and desire, even if you see how his ears, face and chest burn with blush, feeling your respectfully shameless touch.

“But, actually... I... we...”

He hesitates, as if trying to figure out how best to convey this idea to you — but when you gently rub his swollen hard nipple, watching his mouth, LEON blushes even more, covering his face with his hand, while the second grabs your wrist, forcing you to leave it on him.

“... Do you like what you see?”

Purple eyes shine like a cat's in the dimness of the room — his body is soft but strong, with elastic slender legs wrapped around your hips in an almost unbearably tight grip, and sensitive soft skin that easily trembles under your fingers, squeezing it until red prints remain. His purring comes from the chest itself, spreading through the body in hot waves, leaving dryness in the throat from the sight of his full arousal and intoxicating delight of his face, when omega's hands grab the sheet, with wide eyes and rounded mouth watching his smooth belly fill up, unable to see how you push, drawlingly teasing unbearably unbearable unbearably slow, not at all like before, as if his whole body was dependent on you, demanding more, stronger, until everything inside him was torn and destroyed, gnawed to the heart that beating in ears from drunken delight with spots in front of eyes.

His whole body is nothing more than a taut string under you, allowing you to dive deep inside, feeling a strong squeeze and hearing soft sweet purring mixed with quiet submissive moans — only to find yourself locked in a steel grip with strong legs that do not even allow you to move even a millimeter, leaving you deeply buried in the most intimate part that he can bare for you, eager to become as vulnerable and naked as it was before. His whole body is nothing more than a temple that longs to be destroyed, defeated, claimed, and when his pupils dilate like the darkness around, leaving only the noise of breathing and the sounds of contact not just bodily, but something more intimate, he looks not like a 'cute shy omega', but something that it is ready to devour you and make you a part of itself — or to become a part of you, but it is absolutely not ready to remain separate.

“D-Do– you– l-like– what you–... feel?”

His body is nothing more than a cozy nest; the perfect place where you can leave the puppies, bury the hot seed with them deep inside, filling the pliable, ripe, fertile womb with your thrusts which are echoed by the pounding of heart in your ears, nuzzling his so sweet-smelling neck, the aroma of which is mixed with the smell of blood on your back caused by claws scratching skin and looking for even more more more smell, stronger, faster, more, don't stop, just don't stop — his tongue burns like poison, licking intoxicating blood in return for the way you drive into his fertile ready-made body, eager to be breed, fertilized, rounded from your puppy, future king of Dark Fall, who will find a place in his body in need of this.

His nails scratch your hands when his stomach is rounded again - not the same soft, but elastic, easily taking everything inside when you gently lift up, assessing his body, wet with juice, semen and sweat, while tears are still flowing over his beautiful face, with a perfectly rounded mouth and trembling hips, not trying to hide none of the embarrassingly sweet traces that leave a strange taste in your mouth - especially at the sight of his thin pink lips with traces of your blood that he licks, looking into your eyes with his drugged, but aware of everything, for the first time so aware of everything for all the time that you have seen him.

“Why do you... didn't bite? Neck...”

Bites on the nipple — hickeys on the neck — prints on the waist — nail marks on the thigh — bare clean neck wet with sweat.

“... Mine?”

The pupils look steadily into yours, as if not expecting this question, and you can see how he seems to wake us up from a drunken delirium, realizing everything around.

His chest rises and falls several times, as if only now LEON realized what had happened, and a glance at the mog is thrown at the sticky wet mess between his thighs.

But when he looks up again, you don't see anything there but frenzied devotion.

“Yours — and you're mine.”

A bite from something seems too right and true — just like the pulsating mark of his teeth on your neck.

And although you are a beta, — you do not have the same ability to fertilize as an alpha, — the sight of his belly filled with you excites some base feelings in you.

[blingblong55]

Exciting// -John 'Price'Soap' MacTavish//John Price NSFW

Based on a request:

Hello!!!I i hope the spots for kinktober are still available. I'd like to request Wax play with Soap or aftercare with Price if that's not taken. Thank you 😊💐💞💞 --- F!Reader, MDNI, smut, 18+, wax!play, aftercare, pain!kink, use of safe word --- A/N: Double feature because why not,? These are two completely different fics but in one post :)

Soap:

"Wax play?" you ask him to see if you head right. "Yes, but it's not like I'll burn yer, it'll be more for fun, to add something new to our sex life." He had already bought the right stuff for it too. "And again, remember your safe word will always be at hand, so what do you say, my love?" You think of it for a minute, looking around the dungeon of toys he and you loved. "And if I don't like it?" You turn back to him. "The immediate moment you say your safe word, I'll clean it off and we won't ever and I mean ever try it." He reassures. You nod, "Okay." You accept and smile.

Later in the night, you lay in bed, already recovering from an orgasm. He turns the candle on, kisses on your collar bone and looks at you. "My love, are you ready?" His calloused hands caressed the spot that you agreed on. The warm wax falls onto your skin, you whimper and he stops. "R/N?" He wipes the wax with care. "More," you look touching his hand. A smirk on him, the pleasure this pain caused you, leaving you wanting more. He lets the red wax fall, you whimper and look at him, he leans down and kisses the areas around it. "Such a good girl," he whispers and lets the wax drip down. "Johnny~" you squirm, he smirks and nibbles on the reddened skin.

A/N: there was more but my head is a mess, sorry --- Price:

He was in the middle of spreading your already abused cunt when you cried to him. He swore it was because you were already overstimulated, his goal. "Stop, John, please...please...it hurts," you tried to push him away. He kept going until he heard it, "Green, babe, green, please...stop....green," you cried. He immediately stopped all and apologised multiple times. "My love," he couldn't bring himself to touch you. Never had you cried and used the word. The thought of him actually hurting you in what was supposed to be fun, what a damned day this is. He rushes to the water and towels, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeats to you and himself. Sits himself against the headboard and brings you to his arms, a small frame of yours compared to him. "Does it hurt?" he kisses your shoulder and then wipes the tears and sweat off.

You nod, not being able to form any other word due to the exhaustion. "Oh, my love," he holds you close and rubs your back. In that moment he swore not to touch you for a good month or two. You are the most precious thing this man can have and knowing you cried your safeword out, is not an ideal moment for him. The lukewarm water gives your sore throat some comfort, he looks at you, frown in his mouth. The bite marks, bruises and his cum that dripped from your inner thighs were all kissed or cleaned by him. His husky voice whispering sweet nothing to you. Promising tomorrow to be a day to spoil his little princess. "And then, we'll get you all your favourite snacks, extra cuddles and even more hugs than you could ever ask for. Anything my love wants I'll get, okay?" his voice gentle, and soft even when speaking to you. One simple nod and he smiles, "Good, you deserve it all," he kisses your temple and makes sure your head is resting on his chest.

A/N: I think this is okay, but be honest if it isn't.

Tags: @airghostlyfox

[bingo6776]

you asked for wednesday x reader so i will request 😩

wednesday x reader where r is really sweet and kind, but can’t stand up for themselves so they bullied. one day their bullies attack them and wednesday comes to their aid and helps comfort r after?

Hey, hope this is soemthing like what you were hoping for!! :)))

wednesday addams x reader

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The day was going well so far. You had woken up early enough that you were able to join your girlfriend, Wednesday, on her early morning walk around the campus. You called it a walk; she called it eerily lurking, deciding who her first victim of the day was going to be. How adorable.

It was only when you had to separate from your girlfriend during lunch. She had a Hummers meeting and as much as you loved Eugene, you did not want to spend an hour talking about every minute detail he could think of about bee cycles. Youd heard enough in-depth facts about a bees mating rituals and their anatomy to have you set for life.

And being away from Wednesday meant that to this particularly aggressive group of Furs, you were an easy target.

“Oh, look who we have here,” a rather large member of the group said, leaning over you as you sat on a bench in the quad. “If it isn’t poor little y/n.”

The werewolf was practically growling directly in your ear as you shrunk back in your seat, trying to make yourself as small as possible and leaning away from him. Your eyes darted around the quad, hoping to see one of your friends. No such luck today, you don’t know how they worked it out, but they always, always, caught you when no one you knew was around to help.

With a speed that only a werewolf could have, he held you arm in an iron tight grip. “Not so tough without your little girlfriend around anymore, huh? That’s a little pathetic, don’t you think? Even someone as weak as you shouldn’t need to rely on, what is she again? A psychic? Real scary.”

You tried to pry his hand off of you, a searing pain flooding your arm, “please, let go. I- I don’t know what I did but please, please just let me go,” there were tears welling up in the corner of your eyes and God you hated how fragile it made you look.

Laughter rippled through the group at your quiet pleas, a few mocking the pain in your voice. You wouldn’t be surprised if the young boy was actively trying to snap your bone in half.

“If you do not remove your filthy paws from my girlfriend you won’t have hands attached to your body for much longer,” at the sound of Wednesday’s voice from behind you, you sighed in relief.

The pain in your arm lessened when his hand was suddenly wretched from your body, Wednesday holding his wrist up in such an angle that it looked anything but natural, the contorted expression on the boys face proving your assumption that he was in seven different kinds of pain.

You watched a morbidly satisfied expression cross your girlfriends face as she applied more and more pressure onto the wailing werewolf’s arm, making a snarky remark about the banshees she that lingered in the forest by her home that screamed less than he did.

 The rest of the group had rather wisely dispersed at the sight of Wednesday, and the few that tried to be brave ran with their tails in between their legs when they saw the homicidal glint in her dark eyes.

“Wednesday,” you placed a gentle hand on your girlfriends shoulder.

“Yes, Cara Mia?” her gaze softened as she turned to you, worry and adoration etched into her features.

“Its okay, you can let him go. Its not worth the trouble. No murder, no permanent injuries, remember?”

“But-“ at the look on your face, she held back a sound that was a mix between a groan and a growl, biting the inside of her cheek.

 Before she released the pathetic excuse of a werewolf’s wrist, she twisted it in one quick motion, relishing in the audible crack of one his bones. It was definitely one of her favourite sounds, bones breaking due to her own hands.

The malicious look in her eyes immediately vanished as she pulled you towards an empty classroom. Once you were alone, she delicately held your face in her hands, wiping at your still teary eyes.

“My love, you cannot let imbeciles like that torment you for their own amusement.”

You loved that only you got to see the stark contrast to how people normally saw Wednesday, yes, she still portrayed her love for everything demonic and gory – in even more detail and passion with you, actually – but the softness in her gaze, the gentle words she showered you with whenever she could, the way she touched you as if she were afraid anything too harsh would send you shattering into the floor. It made your heartbeat with pride, with honour at being the only person who could feel what it was like to be loved by Wednesday Addams.

“It’s okay, Wends. I’ll be okay,” you shot her a small smile, not wanting to talk about the subject too much.

“I will always be here to protect you, Cara Mia, even when you can protect yourself, I will be by your side.”

“I’m sorry that you have to stand up for me, I just … I don’t know. I’m sorry.” Instead of meeting Wednesday’s intense gaze like you usually did without a seconds hesitation, you trained your eyes on the floor,

“I know what you are thinking, y/n. You are not a burden, you are not a hinderance. It’s people like that overgrown dog who are the weakest within society. They don’t deserve to even be able to breathe the same air as someone as magnificent as you.”

Your body practically melted in Wednesday’s hold as she placed a gentle kiss to your lips and enveloped your body with her own. How she could be so small yet so unbelievably strong was a mystery, but you still leant into her strength, her ferocity and allowed it to wash over you. hoping that one day you would learn a trick or two from your girlfriend who found a tad too much pleasure in inflicting bodily harm onto those who bullied you.

Wednesday Addams would do anything to keep you safe, to ensure that you felt happy and loved. She would stop at nothing to make sure you knew how much you deserved happiness, how you deserved nothing less of unequivocal devotion.

[v3nusxsky]

Have you heard the audio of Gwendoline saying “I like when you talk like that. It makes me want to destroy you.” ?

If possible could we get a Larissa x reader featuring this delicious quote? (I’m so gay for her)

If not feel no pressure to write it :) i <3 ur work sm

Talk dirty to me 18+

*Authors note ~ don't we all love this quote? And I'm so in love with this idea so I'm glad I had the opportunity to write it*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink, dirty talk, dom l sub r toys oral fingering binding humiliation if you squint

Prompt~see ask^^^

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tumblr anon~ Hello :) i love your work!! I have a larissa x reader request, it's nothing specific, just that reader can cum just by eating larissa out or the other way around, whatever is more comfortable with you Have a great day!

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You'd been teasing Larissa all morning, you love your wife and with her looking so beautiful all the damn time made it hard to focus on your job. Luckily, you were just Nevermore's librarian which meant you were able to be on your phone more often than your wife. Most of the time you could be found curled up with a book, your ability of being a seer was particularly useful but incredibly stressful, you always found comfort in the stories the books provide.

Your phone vibrated next to you and you couldn't help the smirk that took hold of your lips. "I like when you talk like that. Makes me want to destroy you. Mommy is gonna make sure her dirty girl won't be able to do anything but plead with me to stop" holy fuck she was going to kill you. You quickly sent off another flirty message goading her into what was looking to be an enjoyable evening for you both.

You were getting to your favourite part of your book when you saw Larissa seemingly swapping and changing her course of action, seemingly that she wanted to keep you guessing, a small sigh left you, you're wife knew just how to get around your ability but you knew whatever's happened next you were safe.

"Hey you" Larissa murmured gaining your attention and a beautiful blush spreading across your cheeks. "Hi baby" you murmured marking your page and closing the book. A sweet kiss was shared as Larissa brought her hands to your hips to tug you closer to her body. "God I've missed you all day and those texts, you know you can't leave me all needy for the rest of the day right?" She murmured kissing your neck, sucking the pulse point into her ruby red lips. "Mmm Ris, room?" You murmured happily leaning into the older woman. "We may, but only if you say my name" she teased her hands now moving to palm your breasts through the clothing there. "Ris?" A nip to your collarbone indicated the wrong answer was given. "Mommy" you whined causing the shapeshifter to scoop you up bridal style and carry you to the bedroom.

It was rare you and your wife snuck off during work hours but when you did there was always a good reason and you were never found out. And even if you were, your wife is the boss so what would anyone be able to do? Nothing was the simple answer. You were immediately placed on the centre of the bed as your clothing began to be torn off your body. Your hands began pawing at your wife's clothing in a blind need to feel her soft silky skin.

You lay bare in front of your wife while she remained in her underwear happily laying kisses all over you. "Mommy" you whined squirming underneath her as teased you, spewing dirty words and thoughts of all the things she could be doing to destroy her princess. "Mommy has a good mind to go find her box of toys and pull out mommy's favourite one and then devour you till you're begging me to stop. Bet your whorish cunt would squirt all over the sheets just for mommy" she purred before doing exactly that.

After securing what she truly wanted she headed back to the bed and immediately began to bind your arms and legs to the bed frame. "Colour?" She murmured as you tested the bonds. "Green" you whimpered watching your wife now inserting her favourite dildo that would vibrate to stimulate her clit while letting her feel full. "Oh god so hot" you whimpered watching her set the pattern she wanted before throwing the phone else where. At least you wouldn't have to worry about finding a remote later.

The moment her mouth latched onto your clit you swore you were in heaven. Larissa knew just how much you enjoyed her mouth's attention, so any time she could she would put her mouth to work for your own pleasure. She knew that you could cum with just this simple act and that your orgasms were more intense this way. You always tasted delicious and she would happily lap up your slick and live between your beautiful thighs. Hell, Larissa never wanted to leave from her position.

You lost count how many times she threw you over the edge with her skilled tongue, all you could do is whine and mewl for her. A string of "fuck" "god" and "mommy" was looped around in between moans. You could feel the older woman's grin against your sensitive folds. "Mommy no more" you panted struggling against the restraints, "oh god mommy I'm gonna pee" you whined. Only then were you given your wife's long slender fingers into your tight fluttering walls. "Pretty baby you won't pee I promise, trust me baby, let go for mommy" she murmured not even bothering to wipe her chin free of your arousal.

You did just that, the sensations overwhelming you as white hot pleasure cursed through your veins. You squirted for the blonde, drenching the sheets before passing out. A first for you but Larissa helped your body back from the unimaginable high, then she undid the restraints to come and hold your sweat soaked body to hers. "You did so so good for me, so proud princess" she murmured stroking your cheek watching as you began to rouse again, "so good for me princess, mommys so proud of you." "What happened " you mumbled seemingly out of it. "You squirted baby then knocked out for a little, it's okay you're safe and I'm gonna look after you princess" she murmured kissing your head, "mommy you didn't?" "Oh you poor princess, mommy came dont you worry, how about a bath?" To which you nodded and allowed Larissa to run it and carry you into the warm water.

Word count~ 1131

[smuttyaf]

SouthSide Serpent

Word Count: 4.8k

Rating: R

features; childhood friends to lovers, loverboy ashton, literally ashton has been pining for y/n, & sum good old smut :)

a/n: idek what to say but hi! i’ve been in retirement for like 4 years and rediscovered this account. i got nostalgic & decided… shit why not write again?

please cut me sum slack tho! i wrote this on my notes app & it’s been years since i’ve written so i would love to hear feedback!

& yes i am hella descriptive and like to build suspense! i can’t help it >.<

also! y/n is heavily based on serena from mtv downtown ( i love her ) & this picture of ashton ( xx )

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The crisp October breeze blew through your hair as the dull taste of your cigarette burns on your tongue; your forefinger and middle finger clenching the nicotine filled paper and pressing it against your lips, drawing in the vapour.

Your head nods along to the music playing before you just two doors down on the opposite side of your street. There was Ashton and his band, either playing covers of their current favourite songs, oldies, or new ones that they’ve all come together and created.

The usual guitar flow and drum beat of Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs blasted through the speakers in the garage as the sound of Luke’s voice sang along on top of the tune.

You hum along to the lyrics as you glared in the direction, your lips peeling away from the filter and letting the smoke settle in your lungs before releasing it. The four boys were all dressed in their usual attire: white shirt, black trousers, beat up old chunky Doc Martins, and their signature SouthSide Serpents leather jackets.

As the wind picks up again you let your free hand tear away from your windowsill and tug the flying strays of your hair in front of your face behind your ear, the chipped black polish on your almond nails coming into view as you remind yourself you needed to get them done.

The bridge of the song is now blaring down the street, causing you to raise your cigarette back to your lips and think to yourself, what a coincidence this song is playing; the lyrics, the time frame, and the memories that all come flowing back as you hear the familiar melody.

It was 2009 and Ashton had invited you over during Christmas break to play Garage Band since Santa gifted it to him because that was the only thing he asked for on his wish list. You were both 8, banging on the drums and singing songs that you both were too young to know or remember from when your parents would play them on the drive home from school. But, for some reason this is the song that stuck with you both the most. Maybe it was the easy lyrics or the amazing beat but from then on it had you hooked to this alternative sound.

Now fast forward to a year ago, your now ex boyfriend Xavier was laying on your bed, finger pads heavy weight on your skin as he drew sloppy hearts on your hip. The wire of the headphones tangled between your shoulder and his wrist as you both listened to his playlist. The familiar intro notes to the song beginning to ring throughout the buds and the tug of your maroon lined lips turn into a smile.

“Already like the song?” He asked, brown eyes rested on top of dark circles scattered with freckles as he smirked down at you.

“I love it.” You sheepishly said.

The wind knocks you back into reality as it pushes through your window again, only making you remember how much you loved October; the weather changing, leaves blooming, smell of the rain just before it hit the concrete, the sound of the leaves dragging along the pavement, and the endless horror movie marathons that would run on AMC.

The orange, brown, and green leaves spin in the breeze and rustle along the branches as the sun stood brightly among the houses along the horizon. From your view on the windowsill you can see houses upon houses before you see the local water tower and old plazas that scream they need new merchant signs and fresh cement.

Your eyes flick to the lonesome string popping out of your black long sleeve before the sound of your phone’s text tone goes off, your eyes darting to the message running across the screen.

Stop watching me

Ashton’s text read, making you roll your eyes before placing them on the dark hair boy who had a goofy grin on his face from your view, his drum sticks were stuffed in one had and the other held his lit up phone.

With a smile on yours, you let the hand that rested in the crook of your neck tear away from the warm flesh and your middle finger stand in the air as a response.

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Clothes were thrown in every direction of your room as you let your eyes drag along your frame in the mirror, your loose knitted black sweater hung off one of your shoulders as low waisted charcoal jogging pants rested on your hips. Your hair was in its loose waves as your curtain bangs swept against your temples, your fingers curling into themselves in frustration as you tried to not stress over how you look.

You didn’t want to over enhance your appearance to see Xavier since he wanted to meet up to get “closure” -even though he was the one who called it off despite your many pleas- but you wanted to make him feel bad for even deciding to drop you.

A frustrated sigh left your wine stained lips before turning around and sticking your feet into your ruined Converse. The low muffled sound of Xavier’s Prelude is heard out your window and you feel your heart drop.

You never understood why you always felt this way about him and why you couldn’t just get over this stupid boy who likes to break up with you every other month, a new reason every single time. The constant tears, text threads, and blocking to unblocking seemed to never get exhausting to you because you were always back in the same place, wondering if you overdressed to see your ex for closure.

The chime of Xavier’s specific text tone rings through your room and you already know what it says, so without checking you twisted your foot into your shoe to fit perfectly before you reach over and grasp your phone in your hand and tug your way to the window sill. Fingers pressing the frame up and letting the fall air sweep into your room before crouching down and fitting yourself through the frame and safely scale down the roof, onto the sturdy vine wall filled with dead clematis that prickled on your palms the way down before your feet landed on the short cut grass.

As you turned away from the wall and begin tugging your feet towards the black coupe, your eyes catch on the tall frame standing on their front step as an amber light glows slightly illuminating his face. You already know this is Ashton, so with a slight smile you let your index finger rest against your coated lips, a gesture to him to be quiet.

The only response he gives is his head nodding off to the side with smoke trailing out of his mouth.

The smile quickly falls as your fingers clench the car door handle and tug it open, the smell of him crashing down on you as you sit in the familiar leather, the hum of the engine vibrating under you as the car peels off.

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The tinge of tequila burned on your buds as you felt the room spinning, the sound of chatter and shouts are heard from below you as the bass of Destroy Lonely’s song can be heard in the room you barged into when you gave up on waiting for Tabitha; who said she wouldn’t be long with the curly haired new kid in her history class.

Red solo cup was loosely clenched in your right hand as left was lazily running through your hair at random moments as you laid against the cottage floral bed sheets.

Here you were, back in the same spot you always found yourself in: drunk, heartbroken, and thinking about a boy who doesn’t even care about you. The constant routine of wanting him, then wanting to be far away but craving him every other second burned into your heart. The comfort and familiarity of him that you missed always overlooked every excuse he gave you whenever he broke things off.

Last month he said he needed time to himself, this month he told you that he was confused and didn’t know what he wanted; frankly he lost feelings for you, at least that was what he says now. Those words kept on replaying in your mind as if that was your favourite song. The way he sounded emotionless yet unsure that, that was what he really wanted.

And just with those thoughts, tears were flowing down your temples. Eyes blurring as the voice replayed in your head, the memory of him sitting beside you and saying that, to then recollect memories of how sweet and endearing the boy you loved in the beginning grew cold to your touch and looked into your hopeful eyes with detached ones.

The popcorn ceiling was fuzzy in your sight as the tears spill over your waterline and beads down the sides of your face. You already knew your cheeks were heated up, the liner and eyeshadow that was occupying your bottom lashes was smudged and probably slipping away with the liquid as a sniffle wrinkled through your nose.

God you hated this; the empty feeling of missing someone who you know you shouldn’t want but yet crave so badly. Why him? Why you?

As you were deep in thought you hear the rustle of the door knob before it turns and the music that pours from outside reaches into the empty depths of the room, the sound of footsteps halting and a sharp intake of breath being heard, but you don’t dare look away at the ceiling. Frankly, you could care less about who sees you crying your eyes out on this outdated duvet with ruined make up.

“Fuck my bad!… Wait Y/N?” The recognizable voice of your childhood friend is heard before the door is closing shut.

The weight of him sinks next to you on the bed as you let your eyes close and the final stream of tears leave your eyes.

“I look desperate don’t I.” You state, voice raspy from the strain in your throat as the usual feeling of a ball is formed.

“I think you look sad,” He points out, making you snort as the hand that was lazily playing in your hair tears away and feels the sheet below you.

“No shit,” You mumble before letting your eyes peel open.

“You and Xavier broke up again?” Ashton questions, the sound of his zippers clashing from his jacket as he shuffles around.

You only hum in response before you let both of your arms sit you up on the bed, your back standing straight as your hands cradle the solo cup. Your eyes stare down at your ruined pantyhose beneath your mini lace black skirt before they flicker to look at the hazel boy.

Eyes connecting with yours, you hear his breath hitch as he draws in your appearance. Cheeks with a glow of cherry red sweeping the bones under your eyes that are damp with black eyeshadow, your eyes were still puffy and red rimmed as they batted slowly up at him.

“He doesn’t know what he wants,” You let out, your eyes rolling before letting your plum coloured lips take a sip of the warm mixture of Pepsi and tequila.

“Oh?” He says in confusion, bushy eyebrows coming together trying to figure out how that could be since he saw you two together three nights ago.

“I’m so sick of being with these screwed up guys all the time,” You state, hand tearing away from the cup to dig your nails into the rips of your stockings.

“Really?”

“I have such crummy luck or taste? What is it with girls like me? All a guy has to say is, he can’t express his feelings or he listens to Deftones and it’s like my head tips right over and my brain start to slip out of my ear.”

Ashton lets out laugh, the beer bottle he’s holding by the neck resting on his knee as he stares down at you. “So which one is Xavier?”

“Both,” You scoff while sticking out your tongue in disgust.

“You know… if you wanted to, I’m sure you could have a different great guy to go out with every night,” Ashton assures, a smirk tugging on your lips as you decide to ignore the glint of promise in his eyes.

“No way, I’ve always been a mess. Remember Cleo?” Your second boyfriend that seemed to be stuck on your hip but ironically found someway to cheat on you every weekend yet you still dumbly went back to him every. single. time.

The feeling of your sheer button up rubs against your arm as you let your hand fall against your hip and feel your black crop top tight to your skin.

“Maybe you just need to talk to someone who isn’t your usual type,” Ashton points out. Your head nods a few beats as your thick wedged heeled boots run over the wooden flooring.

“Maybe I’ll be luckier if I tried dating someone nice for a change,” Voice hopeful as your eyes dart away from the bubbly dark liquid into Ashton’s brown hues.

“Nice guys,” Ashton says with a smile, both of his hands tearing away from his knees as if to gesture to himself in this equation.

A laugh escapes your lips before your eyes run over Ashton’s frame from head to toe.

“What are you getting at Irwin?” You say with a pointed brow, playing stupid to the implication.

“Oh nothing..” He sings while tearing his eyes from yours, toothy smile still spread on his lips before he takes a swing of his beer.

You shake your head with annoyance before your hazy eyes look down at your lap, your hands resting on the cup and drumming a random tune.

“Honestly Y/N… I think you’re a really great girl and…. I just think maybe…” His words a scrambled mess and trailing off. You smile to yourself before turning to look back at him.

“Mm?” You question, the fifteen percent liquor coursing through your bloodstream and giving you confidence as you lean into this chest, eyes never tearing away from his. Because if Ashton was going to give you hopeful eyes and stuttering speeches you might as well put the ‘nice guy’ to the test and see if he was really about what he said.

That only made his lips break into a smirk, his tongue sneakily gladding along his bottom lip to wet it before looking into you daringly.

That only made you squish your plucked eyebrows together in question. How did the stuttering boy from just a view seconds ago all of a sudden turn cocky and confident? How many drinks did he have? Or was it the weed that clung to his jacket that gave him the boost.

“I think you should give me a chance,” He nips back, and before you can even respond to him, you watch his neck crane down and press his lips against yours.

The crisp taste of his beer stung your lips as they opened and immediately danced along with his tongue. White liquor and brown meeting together to taste each other and leave an acquired flavour in your mouths.

You hummed along to the feeling of his tongue circling against yours before peeling away and molding your lips to sink against each other. Your heart was beating through your chest, nails now digging into your plastic cup and head ducked back as you continue to press your mouth against his.

The feeling of his cold hand pressing against your neck caused you to shudder and tear away from his lips for a second, your eyes peeling open as they look in front of you. Black hair loosely falling on his forehead, the smell of his husky cologne clogging your senses, and the feeling of his fingers now dancing along the back of your neck.

“What are we doing Ash?” You breathe against his lips.

“Something that I’ve always wanted to do,” He says, making your heart launch. You bite down on your bruised lip and tear your eyes away from his, your stomach twist as you try and gain some self control as you almost fling yourself on top of him.

Something that he always wanted to do? You never really found yourself desirable to the point we’re men would see you in that type of light? But maybe what Ash said was just a simple lie, just so he can get what he wants and frankly you don’t even care. You’ve heard lies your whole entire life when it came to boys and this wasn’t any different, maybe you should just let your mind shut off from your stupid ex and just be in the moment for once.

So with that final thought, not having a care in the world, you drop the red cup in your hand and let your lips launch back onto his. Ashton follows your movements and the sound of the nearly empty beer bottle drops onto the hard wood, his right hand now resting along your neck as you both kiss each other.

Warm breaths, beating hearts and the sound of music is the only thing heard in the room as you lick into each others mouths. Soon you feel the weight of Ashton nudging you to lay back on the bed as he lies on top, you feel the cold zippers from his jacket press against your skin and all you can do is moan.

The feeling of his left hand tears away from the hairs on the nape of your neck and dance down your collar bone before letting it cup your breast in his hand, kneading the soft tissue which only makes another moan slip through you.

He pulls away from your lips and begins to suck and press kisses along your pulse, your hands that lie by your side now running up the sleeves of his jacket and into his hair.

A whimper spills out as you feel his hand tug your tank down and free your naked breast, he engulfs it in his cold palm making you let a shaky breath escape before you’re curling your fingers in his hair, the feeling of him twisting your nipple makes you bite down on your bottom lip. The pleasurable pain you feel running up your spine making your shoulders slightly buck off the bed.

“Hmm…” Ashton hums in your neck before tearing away, his eyes once such a light brown and green hue, now a chestnut and forest green colour filled with lust.

Your fingers tug away from his hair as he now descends down your body, his warm lips pressing kisses to your exposed skin as you let your hands tear your blouse and tank off. Your eyes never leaving his as he watches you undress. His lips now press against your pieced belly button as his fingers tear away from your chest and roughly takes your skirt by the band and peels it down your hips, your stockings following soon after.

Not wasting a moment he lets his mouth press against you covered core, lips pressing small kisses against your heat making you quietly moan. You wanted so desperately to tug Ashton into you and make him start devouring you right there but instead you let your hands trail back into his hair and play around with his locks.

Small kisses soon turn into open mouth licks, his wet muscle running up and down your clothed slit that it had your head digging back into the sheets, your legs spreading wider and whimpers endlessly trailing out.

“Ash.. please..” The words slip out so quiet that you assume he didn’t hear from the pulsing music below you, but instead your met with the feeling of his finger pulling your panties to the side and his tongue finally meeting you were you desired.

It circles around your clit gently before you feel his lips suck it into his mouth, a moan drawls from your throat due to the sensation. Soon enough, he’s letting his mouth discover the way you taste which only elects a moan from him. His tongue now dipping in between your two lips and curling around your insides.

“Oh my,” You moan as your fingers dig into his hair, eyes closing shut as you begin to slowly move your hips to the movement of his tongue.

The feeling of his right hand breaks away from your thigh and flows to your hips, his nails leaving small indents as you feel his other hand move away from your panty and rub against your clit.

The feeling of him humming against you sends a vibrating pleasure down your back as he continues to lick you, this only made your toes curl and your hands to fall out of his hair and onto his leather shoulders.

“Fuck,” You moan, your hands tugging him gently away from you as you feel your climax about to overcome your nerves.

And just as you feel it on the tip of your toes, the mouth between your legs pulls away beginning to press wet kisses up your thigh, his hand that once laid against your heat now meeting with the other at your hips.

A groan leaves you as your eyes tear open and look down at him. He mischievously looks up at you, his kisses now run up your stomach once again to lead to your neck.

“Upset?” He teases, only making you shudder at the rasp in his voice.

“I want you Ash,” You say breathlessly, turning your head to knock his out the way and look him in the eyes. “Please,” You utter, fingers now leaving his shoulders and brushing against his rip cage covered by his white tee.

Without any hesitation, Ashton is pulling away from your embrace and leaning back. He shrugs off his jacket, tugs his shirt over his head, his fingers going to the back of his baggy jeans to pull out his wallet to dig through before you see a gold package flash. If your cheeks could burn any brighter they differently would.

The mixture of his clothes and yours are strung through out the room, both of your shoes kicked to the bottom of the bed as he now shuffles his way back up to his original position.

Without question your hand meets the band of his boxers as you begin to inch them down his waist, wanting to return the favour.

“I think that can wait love, I rather be in you right now,” He breathes against your neck, only making your heart stutter. A sheepish smile tugs at your lips as you feel him twist around and lay on his side, his hands laying on your hips, turning you into the same position.

Your head rested on his arm as your back laid against his chest, hips aligned with each other as the feeling of his smell overcomes you. His knees prop up your legs as you hear the tearing of the condom package.

Deciding to distract yourself you let your eyes fall looking at Ashton. His black hair a tossed mess from your fingers, hazel eyes drawn to wear you both meet as he begins to run his member against your heat.

A whimper leaves your lips as you close your eyes when you feel him push inside, his hand now propping up your thigh as he eases into you.

He nudges your head forward and begins sucking kisses down the expanse of your neck, the feeling of his heart beating against your back and the smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne was filling your nose.

“Feels so good,” He mumbles against your skin, his arm that rested under your head turning slightly as he runs his hand against your wrist and takes your fingers into his, lacing them together as you continue to feel him stretch you out.

You never expected Ashton to have a thick piece but you also didn’t expect to be in this exact position right now, literally. Your childhood friend having his way with you while you were both drunk off each other and the alcohol in your systems.

His hips meet your backside before drawing back and pushing back in, your walls expanding with each thrust as you feel him begin a good pace. Moans begin to fall from your mouth, your eyes fluttering open every few seconds as your skin burns from the bruises soon to appear on your pulse from the black haired man beside you, skin still stuck to his lips.

“You’re moans are so pretty,” He breathes against you, his hand that was holding up your thigh runs up your hips to your chest, letting your leg fall as he takes one of your breasts and squeezes it gently.

All you can do is hum at his words because you’re too overstimulated to speak. The feeling of his thickness drawing in and out of you so heavily has you nodding off at the sensation, his fingers intertwined with yours beings to squeeze them together as the hand that was on your breast meets with his head at your neck.

“You like me fucking you,” He says into your ear as his hand squeezes your throat gently.

You nod your head as you feel your eyes slip close, and you were completely wrecked. He was so dirty yet gentle with you, peppering you with kisses yet digging into you so devilishly that it had your mind distraught.

“You like the way I feel inside you,” He continues, his hand growing more tight around your throat.

“Ash…” You say breathlessly, as your hand that rested against the bed sheets rises up and places it against the one making you breathless but encouraging your climax.

“Mm I like the way you feel around me,” He eggs on, and that makes you cry out, your back pushing pack and meeting his hips.

The feeling of your stomach twitching and legs quivering to close makes your head tip back even more against Ashton as you feel your orgasm on the brink.

That has him taking his hand away from your throat and slips it to lift your thigh back up as he continues to thrust into you, his lips press more kisses against your neck.

Your toes curl as the knot in your stomach expands and releases, the satisfying sensation washing over you as you let a deep breath break through your lips with a moan.

“Fuck,” Ashton hisses as he feels you twitch around him, the contractions from your high throwing him into his; his hips stutter before rocking back into you slowly, teeth gently digging into your skin, his breath being blown over the expanse of it.

The thickness of him slips out which causes your eyes to open, his hand dropping your thigh to wrap around your hips as his head buries into your neck.

The room is quiet for a moment as the only thing that can be heard is your hearts calming down and the chatter from down below.

“I would give you more kisses but I’ve made a mess on your neck,” His voice vibrates against you, that only makes you let out a broken laugh.

“I don’t even wanna know what it looks like,” You reply, your hand that rested on the duvet linking with his that rest along your stomach.

This felt nice, the amazing sex and cuddling session after. The room just being quiet and the only thing that can be heard is your breaths and beating hearts. This was so spontaneous that you still can’t even wrap your mind around what happened.

“How would you feel about doing this more often?” Ashton says after a few minutes, his chest moving as he pulls his head away from your neck to lie back against the pillows.

Having casual sex with him? You ponder on the idea. It was definitely one of the best you have ever had, he felt amazing and checked off every box when it came to how to please you. You couldn’t even lie and say that you didn’t find Ash attractive, you are also now officially single, free to due what we you wanted, so fuck it.

“Like… Friends with benefits?” You say, your thumb running against his hand still linked with yours by your head.

“Yeah, friends with benefits,” He confirms.

You let your head swish from side to side as you feel the burning sensation of his love bites strain against your neck as you let out a sarcastic hum to yourself as if you’re thinking it over.

“I wouldn’t mind that.”