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the first time sukuna fell in love, he was but a boy of ten.Â
heâd been running barefoot by the riverside, clutching a half-eaten apple heâd swiped from a vendorâs stall.
there, among the reeds, he saw you.Â
a girl not much older than him, giggling as you played with a pair of bunnies. you smiled as one hopped into your lap, the sunlight catching in your hair like strands of spun gold.Â
for the first time, he felt a pang in his chest â an ache so foreign it startled him. he wanted to walk closer, to hear your laughter up close, but the distant shouts of palace guards reminded him of his plight.
with a scowl and a heavy heart, he turned and disappeared into the forest.
the second time sukuna fell in love, he was twenty-nine.Â
a hardened king by then, his hands stained with the blood of countless battles. he was unstoppable, a force of nature, until he met you on the battlefield.Â
you were the opposing leader, a woman who commanded armies with fire in her veins. your sword clashed against his with unyielding strength, your eyes defiant even as the tides of war turned against you. he admired the way you held your head high, even in defeat.Â
when his blade finally struck true, he found no triumph in his victory â only the hollow echo of your last breath and the unshakable image of your bravery.
the third time sukuna fell in love, he was sixty.Â
his body had grown stronger, his face lined with the scars of battles and time, yet untouched by age. at a temple celebrating his birthday â his subjects oblivious to his immortality â he spotted you again.Â
you knelt at the altar, your hands clasped in prayer, tears streaming down your face. your whispered words were for the departed, a plea for their peace, not for yourself. your unselfishness struck him like lightning. he lingered in the shadows, unable to tear his eyes away.Â
but once again, he left without speaking.
decades blurred into centuries, and sukuna continued to see you â again and again.Â
once, you were a nurse during a plague, tirelessly tending to the sick, your hands blistered but your resolve unwavering.Â
another time, you were a dancer, spinning under the moonlight with a joy so infectious that even his dark soul felt lighter.Â
then, you were a bandit, reckless and daring, stealing from the rich to feed the poor, your grin daring the world to challenge you.
each time, he loved you more fiercely, each time more convinced that you were the universeâs cruel joke on him â a fleeting glimpse of something he could never hold.
until today.
he hadnât expected anything remarkable when he walked into the cafĂ©, drawn by the rich aroma of coffee and the warmth of the afternoon sun. his mind was wandering, memories of his past lives and past loves swirling like a storm, when your voice shattered his reverie.
âwelcome in! what can i get for you?â
his heart stopped.
it was you.
this time, there was no battlefield, no temple, no grand act of heroism. you stood behind the counter in a simple apron, your hair tied back, a pen tucked behind your ear.
yet you were the most beautiful thing heâd ever seen.
âuh, sir?â you tilted your head, offering a polite smile when he didnât respond right away.
âcoffee,â he managed, his voice rough. âblack.â
you nodded, punching it into the register. âsure thing. anything else?â
âyour name,â he blurted out before he could stop himself.
your eyebrows lifted in surprise, but you laughed softly. âitâs y/n. do you need that on the cup?â
he stared at you, stunned by how casual you were, how close he was to everything heâd yearned for across lifetimes.Â
âno,â he said, his lips quirking into a faint smile. âi just wanted to know.â
you laughed again, handing him his coffee once it was ready. âwell, enjoy, mystery man.â
he lingered by the counter, holding the cup like it was an anchor to this moment. he didnât want to leave, didnât want to miss the chance heâd always let slip through his fingers.Â
this time, he swore, he wouldnât run away.
âhow long have you worked here?â he asked, trying to keep his tone light.
âa few months. why, thinking of applying?â you teased, wiping down the counter.
âno,â he said, his voice softer now. âjust wondering how long it took for the universe to bring me here.â
you blinked, caught off guard by the weight of his words. but before you could reply, the door jingled as another customer entered, pulling your attention away.
sukuna stepped back, letting you go about your work. for now.Â
heâd waited centuries to speak to you, to know you. he could wait a little longer. but this time, he wouldnât let you slip away.
not again.
the concept of the cafe was inspired by my pookie @curtins's recent post on jjk men in cafes, go show her some looveee <3 produced by creamflix on tumblr. all rights reserved. do not copy, steal, modify, repost â support your writers by liking and reblogging. âĄ
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the consequence of us
dbf! joel miller x female reader
summary: joel broke off your affair two weeks ago, and now he realises heâs made a grave mistake.
word count: 3.4K
content warning: age gap, joel is old enough to be her dad, reader is mid twenties but unspecified. Reader has cellulite, mentions of power play, Joelâs a bit of a creep lmao, possessive, obsessive behaviour, use of baby girl & daddy dynamic. Collaring, male masterbation, p in v, raw fucking, creampie, sorta rough sex, public sex, submission. (no outbreak)
Everyone has felt the eerie sensation once in their lifetime, the paranoid feeling of being stared at; only this time, you know you're being stared at. Everytime you bend down to pick up a discarded beer can off your fathers perfectly mowed lawn, with each soft handed gesture on one of your fathers older friends arms, every laugh that seemed a little too real.
But it was your intention, for him to notice you. Perhaps to show him that you could indeed live without him, despite the fact that two weeks ago, on his front porch you'd been weeping, grasping onto him as you beg him not to break things off with you.
The shameful memory of snot and tears mingling as you sobbed on your knees for another chance, like youâd even done anything wrong. Clinging onto the small silver chain he'd gifted you - a subtle everyday collar, one heâd promised with the intention of making you his, properly.
That someday he would make you his girl officially.
This evening, it seemed as though that girl had never existed, maybe it was all a figment of his imagination, of how he saw you, and wanted you to be. A sweet little girl dependent on him.
Joel had managed with teeth scraping against his bottom lip that this was for the best, that a sweet girl like you didn't need him invading your personal life, or that this was wrong, for a man twenty years older than youâlet alone the fact that he was your fathers best friend.
Now as he watches you standing next to your fathers friends, with a middle aged woman on his arm, he feels sick to his stomach. You should be doing this with him, the shameless flirting, touching and sneakily bending over for him when no one else seemed to notice. It's like now, you didn't care who saw. Any attention was yours for the taking, and that repulsed joel.
The sweet girl he knew wasn't some attention starved daddies girl dying to fuck every single one of his colleagues and friends, Joel was special, had been.
What was this then, revenge? An attempt to outshine the woman he had on his arm that was closer to sixty than he was. No doubt, his dateâSue. She was beautiful, but she was too outgoing, too loud, too chatty. She drank too many glasses of wine and clung onto joel like he was some kind of prized show dog. Much like that mangy purse mutt she had at her house. Joel didn't belong with Sue, in her middle class house and aggressive teacup chihuahua.
The only place he had ever felt himself belong was with you, a subservient, submissive and sweet girl, did anything Joel had ever asked, found pleasure in being submissive. Maybe he did ruin you, turned you into some kind of modern day sexually aware woman that knew that she was too good for him anymore.
Once again, you're bending over to reach into the large cooler in your fathers shed not bothering to pull down your dress, Joel's eyes were drawn to the sight like a hound. He felt himself growing stiff at the sight of your asscheeks barely covered by the tight dress, each curve, hill and cellulite dimple could be seen leaving nothing to the imagination besides one thing.
What colour panties were you wearing?
âExcuse me a moment, won't you?â He utters to sue under his breath, prying her clinging arm off of his own and approaching you across the lawn, swerving between guests. Before he could reach you, you've left the shed, three cans of drink in hand as you hand them out to your father and two of his friends.
Joel scowls, snatching a cold can out of the cooler and watching you shamelessly across the front yard. He couldn't stop staring at you, your legs, the way your hips swing with every step. It was a fucking nightmare knowing that he had done this, created this confident vixen hell bent on torturing him. He couldn't grab at you, swiftly text you to steal you away for a few minutes for a quickie in the bathroom.
He had ended this, told you it was for good, for real this time.
You know he hasn't been able to take his eyes off of you, and finding your stomach, you approach his date later on in the evening after she's had a few drinks and is standing by her lonesome. âHi, we haven't met, have we? You're Susan?â
The older woman greets you with a look of complete indifference, a non subtle judging stare in her olden glassy eyes as she gives you a look up and down. âSue, actually, and you are?â
You reply with your name, giving her a sickly sweet and fake smile, standing tall and rolling your shoulders backwards, ready to cause some strife for the old hag. âSo.. you're Joelâs.. what exactly..?â
The disbelief in your tone had the woman feeling insulted, and the stiff look of her face gave that away. She seemed incredibly insecure, you noticed the way she had clung onto Joel since they got here. âWeâve been talking for a while, Iâve heard he's going to ask me to be his girlfriend soon.â
A small snort escapes your nose, and before the woman could drill into you about your reaction..
âOh you know.. He's just not that good with relationships you know? Totally a ladies man, he likes âem youngâor younger than you, anyway. So don't hope too much that Joel even likes you at all..anyway, it was so lovely meeting you.â
You hear the woman huff loudly as you abruptly turn and walk away, knowing that you caused an absolute shit fire for Joel to deal with tonight, but you didn't expect Sue to start screaming at Joel the moment you walked away from her.
He sends a glare to you, across the yard, his eyes dark and furious. You were the cause of this, he knew it. As Sue screams at him, he drags her away, down the street.
It's a while before Joel returns, but he comes back alone, explaining to your father what happened. âShe's having a moment, probably menopause or something.â
That was hilarious to you, and Joel catches you laughing, beelining straight to you. He grabs your hand, which you shake off, and he doesn't attempt to make another effort to grab you.
âThe hell was that? Are you gonna start causing issues for me now?â
With a faux innocent tilt of your head you shrug your shoulders. âI'm sorry, I was just being honest with her, is honesty a problem now, Mr Miller?â
He shouldn't have gotten hard over such a minor thing, being called Mr Miller instead of Joel, that doe-ish look in your eyes as you look up at him, he cant help the stiffness in his jeans return again. Of course you notice the tension, the way he becomes uncomfortable, but you don't dignify him by looking at the thick bulge in his pants, not bothering to show any interest at all.
That.. is what bothers Joel the most. Your disinterest.
His eyes are glued to your every step as you walk away, he subtly palms himself through his jeans and makes his way inside of the house with the intent to wash his face and try to calm down the raging hardness of his cock, but when he smells your perfume in the bathroom.. He loses any sense of control he thought he had.
It was the same perfume you'd spritzed onto your skin before sneaking out to see him all those times, the floral scent lingering on your warm velvety neck. He locks the bathroom door behind him, looking at himself in the mirror. âGet a grip, Miller. She's done with you, you're done with her.â
He quickly contradicts his hollow whisper as he picks up a pair of used black panties on the top of the laundry basket, ones he knew were yours, the soft lace g-string, with a silver love heart on the front, covered in small diamonds, ones he had pulled to the side more times to fuck your hole than he could remember.
It's a desperate and shameful act, he knows, but doesnât care. He desperately unzips his jeans and pulls out his thick, weeping cock from his jeans, stroking desperately. The other hand holds your panties and he looks at himself as he brings the lace material to his nose and smells it. They're used, and he pulls his cock faster as he shoves the material further into his face, a wet patch on your panties is all he can feel.
The smell of you has him groaning into the lace, desperately fisting his cock faster than he ever had. His knees buckle and he whimpers quietly as he starts sucking on the delicious soaking crotch of your panties as he doubles over the sink and spills a thick load, shooting across the basin.
Joel's sweating, taking one last inhale of your panties, before tossing them back into the laundry hamper, stuffing his softening cock into his jeans before turning on the tap to wash away any evidence of the violating act. He cups his hands under the running water and splashes some onto his face.
As he swings the bathroom door open, you're standing there with a shit eating grin. âAll good in there?â
âFine,â he utters, wondering if you knew, he couldn't meet your gaze after what heâd just done.
Fuck, you were evil for making him like this.
By midnight, everyone had gone home, stumbled off down the cul de sac to their houses, but you don't see Joel leave, which is strange. With your father inside of the house, and the lights shut off, you sneak out of the yard with your phone in hand, texting your friend with the intention of going to her house to drink, walking down the pathway down the street to where your car is parked.
Oblivious, you reach your car and are shocked to see Joel, leaning against the driver's side door. âWhere do you think youâre going?â The growl sends a shiver up your spine, a feeling you miss.
âOut,â Joel towers over you as he stands upright, no longer leaning against your car.
âLike hell you are.â There's an edge of possessiveness to his tone, and the way he stands over you. âYou need to explain yourself, all that shit you've been doing tonight.â
âI don't have to explain shitââ he cuts you off, his hand shoots out quickly to grab onto your hand. But you react without thinking and slap him.
His eyes snap shut from the force of your hand on his cheek, your hand now stinging from the contact. When he opens his eyes, his gaze is darker than before. He wraps his arms around your waist, grabbing a hold of you as he shoves you roughly against the side of your car door, you wince as your back makes contact with the cold metal. He stands flush against you, whispering in your ear as he cranes his neck downward.
âCareful. You shouldn't start somethingâ you can't finish baby girl.â
âIâm not your baby girl.â
God-if only you knew how much that struck a nerve within him. âDon't start that.â His voice is harsh, fingers digging tighter into the soft flesh of your chin.
âYou're nothing to me.â You insist.
He bit back, his temper flailing. âYeah? You really tryinâ to convince me that I ain't anythinâ to you, baby girl? That you don't care no more?â His thumb grips your chin harshly, jolting your neck up to look into his eyes.
There's a challenging look in your eyes, defiance, no sign of the devotion or submission he's so used to with you, he really has ruined you.
âMove Joel.â
He knew if he could just manage to get a peep out of you, a small whine or a moan out of you, that he could draw you back into him. His hand trails downward to your nipples, pinching softly, he knew it was such a sensitive area for you, which usually had your back arching.
You should have reacted, whimpered and squirmed or let out a small whine from those pretty lips that he was so used to hearing when he touched you like this. But you gave him nothing, no reaction at all, how did he let this happen? âWhy the hell are you beinâ like this? Why are you fightinââ me so hard?â
âBecause I realised something, Joel.â Stepping forward, you bring your hand down to his belt, grabbing onto the buckle.
âAnd what is it that you think you have figured out?â
âItâs you who needs me.â
He couldn't even deny it, how his stomach felt sick at the thought of you knowing. That somehow you knew that this went beyond physical for him too. When he's silent, you roughly shove him away by the buckle of his belt. Stumbling a few feet back, he hated how weak he felt right now.
âYouâre old, Joel. You love how it feels to have someone so much younger to pine over you, that's why things won't last with that old cunt, sue. Part of you needs me, joel, that why you were so fucking insistent on pushing me away.â
He freezes at your observation, words that are sharp, and true. Gritting his teeth, with his chest rising and falling, all he could do was breathe heavily.
âBut me? I have options, time too. To find someone who would be proud to show me off. But you won't, youâre scared Joel, and it's because you're insecure.â
He feared this, thinking about you with men your own age, how they threw themselves at you, fit and capable of taking you out and giving you everything you ever wanted. Joel was selfish for wanting you all to himself, for craving you, obsessing and unable to let you move on. Because as long as even a part of you still wanted him, he was worth something. The grey hairs didn't matter, nor did his softening belly or the developing ache in his worn knees.
He hated how much he needed you.
You grip his chin, the salt and pepper scruff tickles your palm. Forcing him to look at you. âSay it Joel.â
His entire body tenses as you try to force the admission out of him, try to cut him open and deflower his tightly wound emotions. âStop it.â He growls weakly, voice strained.
âAdmit it!â You shout at him.
Every part of him begged for him to let go of this stubborn defiance and tell you how he felt, that he felt afraid, even though all he'd known was keeping you at arm's length. âStop!â
With another harsh shove, you growl. âJust admit it!â
âAdmit what? That I'm insecure, that Iâm afraid of losing you? That every moment all I can think about is you, how much I fucking love you? What are you tryinâ to get out of me, huh?â
As his chest heaves, he can't help spilling out how he felt now, you broke the dam. âI worry that you'll find some other man to love you, touch you. That you'll come to your senses and realise you need someone your own age who is better able to take care of you.â
âSo you broke my heart? That's how you face those fears?â
âThe hell was I supposed to do?â With a defensive snap, he hated the weakness he felt now that youâd expelled the truth.
When you don't have an answer Joel is becoming more desperate for you to feel something for him, to let him know that there's still some space in your heart for him after all hed done.âBaby girl..â he whimpers, voice cracking with emotion..
âDonât,â you protest weakly.
Joel realises that you donât need him like this, all self doubting, you need your daddy.
He cages your body between his own and the car. âToo damn bad, because Iâm touchin you, you ainât rejectinâ me, you ain't gonna ignore me.â He leans his head down to your level. âAnd you sure as shit aint ever fucking leavinâ me.â
As he slams his hips against yours, finally a pathetically small whimper leaves your lips.
There it was, you were giving into him, that pretty sound he hadn't heard from you in weeks. âThere's my pretty girl,â he whispers against the soft flesh of your neck.
âDon't fight me baby girl..â his lips on your neck have your back arching away from the car, leaning flush against Joelâs chest, but he doesn't want you to have any semblance of control. Roughly, he spins you around and shoves your body against the car, his chest flush against your back.
His hands unzip his jeans, pulling out his thick cock for a second time this evening, lifting your dress up to find you weren't wearing any panties at all, his eyes barely able to process the sight of your bare sopping cunt under the haphazard dim street light. âYou knew what you were doinâ to me baby, wearing this tight dress and no panties.â
The palm of his hand smacks your wet lips, using the slick to coat his cock as he pumps it a few times.
His cock is thicker than you remember and you whine at the protrusion, forcing his cock inside of you as he forces you against the side of your car. A yelp leaves your lips and he quickly covers your mouth with his large hand. âShh baby girl.. Daddy is gonna take you in the middle of the street, as a punishment for your actions. Don't want nobody to hear, do we?â
Frantically, you shake your head no, and he shakily praises you. âThat's a good girl.â
Without any warning at all, he slams his cock into you, pushing your face into the car as he rams into you ferociously, fucking into you so deep that your eyesight starts to blur. âThink you can leave me? No body ainât ever gonna fuck you like I do, baby girl.â
You squeal into his hand as he fucks you harder than he ever had, proving to you and himself that he was worthy of you. As your legs begin to tremble, Joel brings his other hand to pinch your nipple, and the orgasm crashes over you in waves, the feeling is intense and your body is limp between Joel and the car. Tears leave your eyes as your cunt clenches around Joel.
Joel's muttering under his breath. âThat's it baby.. Make daddy feel so good. I'll kill anyone if they ever try to take you away.â
His thick cock pushes so deep inside of you for a final time as the tip twitches and he cums inside of you. Growling into your ear as his forehead rests on your shoulder.
Hesitant to pull out, he thrusts a few more times into you, making sure most of his cum stays inside you.
Pulling your dress down, he stuffs his cock back into his jeans and turns you around, wiping the steady tears off your cheeks. âNow go on back inside, alright? Weâre going on a date tomorrow, a real one. Take you to a fancy place where weâll sit down anâ eat. Just us. Daddy ainât gonna leave you again, so that means you start wearinâ your collar again.â
Numbly, you nod, unable to form coherent words after the encounter. Pleased, he kisses your forehead, then gives your ass a light pat to send you on your way back inside your house. He stalks you down the street, making sure you get home safely, before retreating into his own house.
He watches you from his bedroom window as you turn on the dim lamp, and put on your silver collar just as heâd asked. He had his baby back, hell would freeze over before anything came between you, if your father found out.. Joel would handle him when it came to that.
No matter what that entails.
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Manhandle. | L.H
summary: Feral-ish Logan is obsessed with you.
warnings: Smut|18+ MDNI|Porn no plot|Soft dom!Logan|PiV|Unprotected sex|Swearing|Light degrading|Dirty talk|Cunnilingus|Aftercare
a/n: I will die on the hill that Logan loves his partners a little chubby. Idc. I didn't have the patience to edit this ignore mistakes pleaseee. Reposted after deleting, reprised a little bit but I didn't bother to edit it so ignore mistakes. ;; wc: 2.4k
Logan cannot stand you for one reason and one reason alone: You drive him crazy.
Why the fuck are you so soft? Why do your hips sway so much? Why are you so doe eyed and sweet smelling?
His cock twitches in his pants as he sees you talking to another mutant. Fuck. He doesn't like it. He wants you for himself. He needs you for himself.
That's exactly what he does.
He grabs you and tugs you along, you of course go with him, being so sweet and naĂŻve...when you're alone, he practically rips your clothes off. He normally would tease and play with you more, but he can't help himself. He's too eager, his patience is diminished.
Your soft gasp when he tore the fabric from your body made his balls grow heavy and a low growl rumble out of him. You were beautiful to him, your body drove him crazy. He felt hotter than normal, like he was going to die if he didn't have you. You made the most pathetic sound when his hand pushed between your legs and felt your soft folds, his calloused fingertips finding that sweet little pearl. "Fuckin' wet for me...from rippin' y'r clothes off, huh? You like it like this? Bein' manhandled?"
You felt your face heat up and your legs trembled, threatening to give out at any second. You stammered, unable to come up with a solid reply as you pathetically tried while his thick fingers explored your folds confidently. They prodded your entrance, making you tense a bit.
"Y'r tight, my damn finger has a hard time gettin' in here...how are you gonna handle my cock, princess?" he grabbed your face with his free hand, tilting your head up as he kissed you. His lips were warm, the taste of cigar and whiskey on them, a hint of salt and jerky. You melted into his kiss, even though he was claiming you this way. His tongue pushed into your mouth, invading you and exploring every inch as if he owned you. His teeth gently bit your bottom lip, he didn't want to overwhelm you too much, not yet anyway.
"That's it...whimperin' for me...you love this, I can tell by how wet you are. Can't imagine my cock in there...it's so tiny...have you ever been fucked before?" he grunts deeply in your ear, the sound making your entire body react as you shake. Your nipples erect and feeling stimulated by the fabric of his shirt as he stands close enough to rub against you.
"Logan...I...mmn, I have I just...-"
"You've never been with me baby, I'll show ya what a real man can do. I know when y'r fakin' too, you won't have to do that with me." He chuckled, his hand moving away from your dripping core and he grabbed your plush hips, lifting you up while his hands massages and groped the meat of your ass and thighs. "Goddamn...these things..." He threw you onto his bed, his hand on your belly for a moment, kneading you.
"Logan-!"
"I gotcha...just let me take care of you..." Logan's voice was gentle, but he sounded slightly condescending as he spoke to you, the clear teasing undertone made you whimper in response. His hands pawed at you like a man who had seen a naked woman for the first time, on your breasts, sides, hips. Hs grabbed your thighs again, eagerly holding onto your flesh and spreading your legs apart for him. "Such a fat cunt you have, looks comfy, you'll treat my dick well won't you, sweet thing? Perfect little home for it...that's where it belongs isn't it? You're lost without my dick in you."
You squirmed below him, feeling vulnerable and exposed as he held you down. You couldn't deny how hot your pussy felt, you wanted to demand for him to stick it in, to just fuck you into the mattress, but you also didn't want to admit it, playing the game a bit. Besides, Logan was clearly enjoying how you were acting, so you kept it up.
"Ah...please..." You begged lightly, your legs falling limp and allowing him to open them wider. You felt so horny by now, Logan had a way of bringing it out of you. Your core felt like it was on fire, and you needed his touch more than air.
He placed open mouth kisses on your inner thighs, his teeth grazing the thin skin and biting your flesh teasingly. You could feel the slick, warm muscle of his tongue barely touch your sensitive skin as he continued to knowingly tease you. After his painfully slow movements, he finally got to your center, his pupils blown like he was on drugs.
Logan growled deeply, exhaling through slightly parted lips as his hands came around and held your thighs tightly. His head lowered, nose nudged your clit as this man took a deep inhale of your sex. Your face heated immediately, suddenly feeling embarrassed he was smelling you so intensely. His nose buried, your wetness covering it as he investigated further into you until he was satisfied memorizing your scent.
When he pulled up, he barely pulled away for you to say something about his little display and his lips latched onto your clit, knowing exactly where it was after mapping out your cunt mentally. He was torn between making you squirm and beg, or just taking what he wanted. You were intoxicating to him, he hadn't felt his cock throbbing to painfully before, patience was not an option right now.
You made the sweetest sound for him when his encased your clit in his mouth, his lips securing around that pretty pearl and he lightly sucked on it. His firm hands held you still while you naturally squirmed around from the stimulation, keeping you down even when you tried to buck into his mouth more. Logan pulled back enough for his breath to warm your swollen bud, and he grunted, "Stay still. You don't get to move. I'll make you cum, I'll decide when you've had enough."
The tiny whimper that left your trembling lips was enough encouragement, but he wanted to push a little more. So, the smug bastard leaned up and over you, glaring down, his wet lips shining against the dull light of the room peering through his always drawn curtains. Still, when the warm sunlight did peek through, he looked gorgeous.
"Say it. Say you understand."
"I...I understand..." you swallowed the thick lump in your throat, not realizing how tight it felt until you spoke again. He smirked down at you, his eyes raking over your form and he let his hands knead your body a bit more. "So soft...perfect for me. I can really throw you around hm? You can take it..." he groaned as he felt your body, his hands moving up to your breasts and holding them, massaging and pinching your nipples like an eager virgin.
Logan moved down again, his mouth drooled as he took your clit once more, his tongue lapping and teasing the bud before dipping inside your entrance. He tasted you, groaning like an animal at your taste as his tongue went deeper. You hooked your leg around his shoulder and pulled him closer, finding a loophole in keeping your hips still.
Luckily for you, he enjoyed it enough to allow it.
"Stop squirmin' princess...I've almost gotcha ready." He continued to work your pussy until he felt like you were ready enough. He pulled away and licked his lips, "Now...open those pretty lips." he swiped his fingers over your folds and then held them to your pouty face. "You're such a dirty girl...doing everything I say, aren't you?"
He lightly spanked your pussy, then pressed his dick into your folds and rubbed to slicken himself. When did he take his pants off?
You were interrupted when his fat head poked your entrance, forcing you to stretch out around the soft flesh and allow him in. You mewled desperately, the burn of it was so addicting. "Lo...Logan..!"
"Shh, sh, you can take it." he whispered and pushed until his head popped inside. You gasped, just his head made you feel dizzy. And he kept going.
Inch after inch.
You were squirming and crying softly, he was so big, ugh it felt amazing but overwhelming all at once. "L-Lo..Logan, I..aah," you blabbered, his thumbs swiped your temples as he chuckled down at you, his body keeping you warm. He pressed his scruffy cheek into yours so he could whisper to you while his hips rocked against you, his wet head smacking gentle, sloppy kisses to your swollen cervix.
"Shh, good girl, gooood girl," he praised you in a low, soothing tone, his voice contradicting what his body was doing to you. You felt like you were on fire, pleasure was shooting through every inch of you while that delightful burn remained as strong as ever. "Y'r doin' good...so good. Takin' all of me inside ya...knew you could."
Logan's hips moved faster inside you, driving himself in and out at a much better pace for the both of you. He held your legs up and watched himself move in and out of you, admiring the beautiful arousal that coated into his curls. He deliberately made slow, long thrusts so you could feel the mold of his cock perfectly.
Every vein, the spongy head, how his cock formed your velvet walls and made you adjust.
It was everything you could've wanted from him.
While you memorized the shape of his dick, he suddenly threw your legs around his waist and he leaned over you, causing your hips to come up and off the bed a little. He began to drive himself inside at an animalistic, rough pace while he held you. His teeth bared as he let out the deepest snarl you ever heard from him. "You make me fuckin' wild, baby...look what y'r doin'...I'm actin' like how I should. A fuckin' animal."
You sobbed lightly from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, his cock hitting that delicious spongy spot inside that made you see stars. "Logan!! M'gonna cum...!" you cried, your fists balling the sheets by your head as you let out all your little sounds you tried to hide.
There was no reason to hide them anymore, honestly.
He kept going just as he was, knowing his movements and pace were perfect for you. "That's it...yeah baby, cum on my cock, show me how much you like it, milk my cock." Logan held your hips firm, his fingers dug into your flesh as he focused on his thrusts, driving deeper and deeper.
You finally let out a strangled cry, your vision blurring as your body released around him, clamping down on his dick like a vice and almost messing up his rhythm. Logan hissed, "G-goddamn-"
"I'm cumming, fuck! Don't stop, keep going, keep fucking me!" you screamed desperately, reaching you and clawing his shoulder blades, your hips rocking against his thrusts as your mind just focused on riding out your orgasm for as long as possible. He moved with you until he finally let loose, one single thrust in and his cock swelled and exploded against your pretty cervix, spraying his cum inside and filling up your little hole. He dripped out of you as he continued to fill you up, cum squeezing past his cock plugging your pussy, but the sheer amount of it couldn't be contained completely.
Logan's chest rose and fell quickly, his skin in a thin sheen from sweat, as was yours, and you both stilled as you regained your breaths together. You were in a complete daze, your mind foggy from pleasure and good hormones, his dick still buried inside you and felt so right.
"Good girl...fuck, my girl." he grumbled and nudged your head to the side with his own, kissing your jaw. "Did so well...down we go, easy," he lowered your legs while speaking to you gently, pulling himself from your body and watching as his cum flowed out of you. You whined at the absence of him, he just tsked and shushed you.
"Ah, don't give me that...we have to get you cleaned up. Be good for me, and I'll make sure you're nice and cozy after." Logan chuckled at your dazed expression, lifting you up a bit and smirking at how you whined into him.
"Logan....noo, just a little longer..." You pleaded lightly, trying your best to convince him, but he was not going to give in. Instead he picked you up with ease, your weight didn't bother him in the slightest, and he carried you to the bathroom.
"Clean first, then we can lay all you want." He set you down in the bathroom, knowing you were very exhausted by now and most likely coming down from your orgasm high, so he made the clean up quick. His touches were gentle, carefully washing the rag over your body and between your legs, getting all the sticky cum washed away. He stood behind you and kissed the nape of your neck, giving you goosebumps even under the hot water. "Doin' good for me...keep it up, we're almost done princess..."
When you were finally finished, you were so relieved to lay on the clean bed. Your body was much more worn out than you thought, before you collapsed, your legs trembled and almost refused to hold you up. You snuggled into the sheets, smelling heavily of Logan plus a hint of the earthy cologne he rarely wears.
He joined you a few minutes later, his strong arms wrapped around you and held you close. His hand slowly caressed up and down your side, gently squeezing and massaging you. His presence and the tiredness hit you after cleaning, and the drop of hormones made you want to sleep. Your body turned towards him, your face burying in his chest as you let out a shaky breath.
"Easy...I gotcha...sleepy girl. Go on and take a nap, I'll stick with ya until you wake...promise." He kissed the crown of your head and held you firmly against him, knowing you were going to fall asleep any second. You drove him so wild but he also felt a strong need for you in other ways. He wanted you for himself in every shape and form, you were so beautiful, and he would make sure you believed it and saw yourself as he did.
If he couldn't convince you with words, well...he can always fuck you again and make you see.
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FAKE IT âTILL YOU MAKE IT, game plan:
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đ from me to you: and hereâs the first chapter of fake it âtill you make it! posting this sooner than expected in honor of last nightâs game. can you guys believe we have nico hischier as our captain? how lucky are we? anyways! i hope you all like this! (the posting schedule will be just like TYPA, every other day!) âĄ
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WHEN YOU tell people that being friends with a hot, young NHL player isnât at all that great, all they do is look at you like youâre batshit crazy, and give you one hundred and fifty four arguments trying to make you, someone whoâs been friends with a guy whoâs been a NHL star player for the past few years, see how wrong you are.
You love Nico Hischier. You really do. You met him when you were just eighteen, being friends with his sister, Nina, and immediately locking in with Nico. Heâs the sweetest, kindest and most loving man you have ever met in your life, and now that youâre twenty-three, almost twenty-four, you can see how rare men like Nico are.
But now that heâs a famous player, captain of an entire team and known for being one of the hottest men in the NHL, you sure feel like youâre paying a high price for being in his life.
Not in a bad way, though. It just sucks to see the amount of women throwing themselves at his feet, and what sucks even more, is knowing that he wonât even blink an eye at them because heâs head over heels for Nora Ellis, a crazy girl he met two years ago at a party.
Nora is beautiful, youâll give him that. And usually, you wouldnât be upset with him having a crush. In fact, you and Nina are always encouraging him to engage in new relationships and meet new people, so that he isnât only worried about his job.
Nora. Sheâs the most beautiful black woman you have ever seen. Sheâs intelligent, sheâs funny and she knows things about Hockey like no one elseâ being the daughter of one of the most talented coaches in the NHL does that to you, you guess.
The only problem with Nora Ellis is the fact that she only cares for men who are in a relationship.
Married or dating, she doesnât care. Her only goal is to make them give up on their partner to be with her, and once she gets tired of them, she finds another mission to busy herself with.
Nico doesnât seem to notice that. To be fair, no one really does. She can be very subtle and discreet, and the only reason why you caught up on that in the first place is because every party you go to, you try to blend yourself with the walls, so you donât get too much attention on yourself.
Nico always tells you to stay by his side and mingle with his friends, but by the end of the night, youâre always sitting near the bathroom door, with a drink in your hands, watching the party unfold with attentive eyes.
And turns out that a lot can happen in the bathroom of a party full of NHL players and Nora Ellis.
So you know sheâs not good for him. Youâve tried to talk him out of it more times than you can actually recall, but itâs a dead end. Nicoâs in love with her, and has been for two years now. He wonât give up on her unless something really drastic happens, but since Nora is really good at what she doesâ destroying relationships for funâ, nothing will ever rise to the surface.
âSheâs so⊠pretty,â Nico sighs, sitting on the couch beside you, making you sigh and put your book down, not forgetting to mark the page you were in. âSorry. I didnât mean to bother you.â
You smile, touching his cheek, watching with awe as his dimples appear. âItâs fine, Dimples.â
He rolls his eyes as he always does when you call him that, and continues.
âYouâre the only one who still listens to me ramble about Nora,â he pouts. âNina said that if I talk about her one more time, sheâll fly to Newark and personally destroy my phone so I canât call her anymore.â
You laugh loudly, perfectly picturing Nina saying that.
âAnd Luca?â you ask, raising your eyebrow.
âLuca just says I need to move on.â
âWell, heâs always been more patient than Nina, thatâs for sure,â you nod, placing your book on Nicoâs coffee table and bringing your knees close to your chest, resting your head on them. âBut⊠heâs not wrong, yâknow?â
Nico gives you the puppy eyes, as he always does whenever someone mentions that he should get over Nora, and you sigh again.
Seeing him like this sucked in every way. And youâve tried everythingâ get him on dating apps, blind dates, normal dates, pointing at a pretty girl at a party, literally everything.
And still, heâs not budging.
âI wish she would just look at me. Iâm handsome, right?â He looks at you, brown eyes filled with despair.
You spend some seconds analyzing him, as you often liked to do. His brown, hazelnut eyes that shined bright everyday, his hair thatâs now a little bit longer than usual, his legs and arms which are absolutely hugeâ when did he get that big anyway?â and his perfect, charming smile and dimples.
âEmma?â
âO-oh, yeah, youâre⊠fine, I guess,â you shrug, trying to hide the fact that you were checking him out. Weird. âItâs not about you, Nico, Iâve said that before.â
âOkay, but why wonât she pay attention to me, then?â
Because you donât have a girlfriend, is what you want to say.
Wait.
âOh my God!â you jump in your seat, scaring Nico who lets out a loud scream and jumps out of the couch with you.
âWhat theâ Emma.â He puts his hands on his hips, trying to look scary, but you brush him off.
âI know how to make her fall in love with you,â you smile, walking around in circles, trying to organize your thoughts inside your head. Nico. Nora. She thinks sheâs in love. Nicoâs happy. They get together. Sheâll leave him after three months or so. Nicoâs sad. But! Nicoâs moved on. âGod, how did I not think of that before?â
âWhat are you talking aboutââ
âWe have to date.â
Nico stares at you like youâre crazy, his eyes big and confused. He opens his mouth a few times, probably trying to think of something to say, before closing it and inhaling the air.
You wait for him to say something, but when itâs obvious that he wonât, you continue:
âI know it sounds crazy, and I know what you must be thinking, but hear me out,â you step closer, looking up at him. âGirls sometimes donât pay attention to guys because⊠well, because they canât really see them. Like, for example: thereâs this one guy in my office which I donât care about, heâs just my coworker and nothing else.â
âWhat does this have to do withââ you put your index finger over his lips, shushing him.
âWait,â you say. âSo, heâs there and he isnât anything. Until, one night, I had a dream that heâs dating me. And suddenly, I wake up and go to work, and I canât see him the same way I did before. I start noticing how nice his hair is or how tall he is. Do you understand it now?â
Nico smiles, scratching his forehead with his finger.
âNo, Emma. That doesnât even make sense.â
You snort. âBecause youâre a man. But trust me on this one, Nico. The second Nora sees you with someone else, she will notice you.â
Mostly because sheâs a whore, but weâll keep that to ourselves for a while.
âDo you have⊠like⊠a crush on me or something?â His face is now red and he gets closer to you, placing his hand on your shoulder while he looks like heâs trying to comfort you. âIs that why you want to do this?â
âWhatâ No, what the hell!â you can feel your face getting warm and you step away from him. âNo, I donât have a c-crush on you. I just canât stand you talking about her anymore. Iâm your friend, so I will help you.â
Nico sighs, relieved it seems, still looking unsure.
âYou donât have to do it, if you donât want to,â you say, closing your eyes for a few seconds. âI know it sounds crazy and I know you probably think Iâm trying to get something here but in realityââ
âIâll do it.â
âWhat?!â you canât hide your surprise, almost shouting with how loud you spoke.
He smiles, sitting back on the couch, spreading his thighs and stretching his arms. âI mean, youâre never wrong about these love related things. You did get my sister an amazing boyfriend and you did manage to convince my brother to ask that girl out, and now theyâre married. So itâs probably my turn to accept your love advice and shit, right?â
Youâre starting to feel bad about this whole thing, because you know Nora will probably break his heart in thousands of little pieces, but what else can you do?
Itâs the perfect plan, you think to yourself. Itâs flawless, and it will work.
âI try my best,â you give him a half-smile, crossing your arms in front of your chest. âBut you have to promise me something.â
Nico nods. âAnything.â
âIf this doesnât work out, then you'll move on.â
âEmmaââ
âItâs not healthy for you to be thristing over someone for this much time,â you sit on the couch next to him and place your hand on his shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. âWe will fight, and we will fight hard, but if thereâs no results in three months, and Iâm being generous, weâll move on. Okay?â
Nico stared at his hands, biting his lips before looking at you again.
âOkay.â
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Head empty, no thoughts, just John Price and his inappropriately young pretty little plaything that he met by chance. This may become a fun little series.
(pt.2)
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Reader is a black girl. Price is a munch. Reader is bold and flirty. Daddy kink.
It's one of the few times that John puts his foot down and tells his team they are going to a cigar lounge instead of a pub to decompress for the weekend. He's stubborn about this because he has an underlying motive. When Soap asks him about it, he smirks and recounts the beautiful young woman he met and how Soap will be on his best behavior.
A cute American girl traveling abroad with her friends that he met in a coffee shop on the way to base one morning. She was absolutely golden, brown skin seemed to shine in the morning light, and the rather inappropriate turquiose sundress hugged every part of her deliciously. He stood behind her and her friends as they chatted about fun touristy things to get into before they figured out what salaciously fun things the nighttime brought. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her either and fuck was he staring because she definitely caught him staring.
"Are you going to stare handsome, or speak to me?" She smiled, and suddenly her friends had stopped talking, and they all looked at him. The three other girls giggling and putting space between this turquiose goddess and them.
"I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous you are." John smiled at her. "Price, John Price." He offered his hand, and when her dainty French manicured hand was in his, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it.
She introduced herself, keeping her eyes directly on his. He notices how her gaze trails over him, a slight lick of her pretty full lips, has him imagining her on her knees, his cock pressed fully to the back of her throat.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, John. I supposed you wouldn't mind showing me and my friends around. We wouldn't want to get wrapped up in any bad parts of town." Her smile is coy and radiant. She's a fucking tease.
"Ask if he has friends!" One of her friends flat out says.
She ignores them with a laugh and shake of her head. The barista calls her name, and without thinking, she takes the coffee and her receipt. Grabbing a pen, she scribbles her name and number on the back. "Here honey." She slips the paper in his hand. "Text me, and we can have fun." She drags her finger down his chest and leaves him right there. Ball planted firmly in his court.
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You and your friends finally make it out of the Uber at the cigar lounge that John had told you about on Tuesday. You met the man on Monday, and by the time Wednesday rolled around, he had taken you to dinner. After your dinner date with him, he had you splayed out at his home, eating you pussy like his life depended on it. He then proceeded to turn you every which way but loose that night, and by the time he was done, the only name you could say was his.
Your friends teased you about your liking for older men, a group joke about daddy issues. You had always favored older and more accomplished men. Men that understood where the clit was, who enjoyed foreplay, and who could definitely sweat out your hair and properly fold you in half. So when John insisted that you and your friends come out with him and his colleagues for the evening, you had to practically demand and call in favors for the night to happen. Even going as far as saying that the next night out could be as ratchet as possible with no complaints from you.
Leading the pack into the dimly lit and surprisingly intimate lounge, your eyes scan the various booths for your vacation boyfriend. Because that's what he was all things considered. A hot, burly, sexy lay to look back fondly on when you go back to reality after vacation. You spot him and beeline it right to his table, with him are three other men, but you only have eyes for him. In what has to be the boldest move of your life, you slip right into his lap, ignoring the confused looks of the other three men. Moving the cigar between his lips out of the way, you kiss him right on the lips.
The absolute shock at the table is palpable. You faintly hear someone go, "Tha's how it is Cap?" In the world's strongest Scottish accent. One of your friends lets out a low whistle.
You pay it no mind though, as you cup his face, thumbs tracing the shape of his facial hair. He kisses you back, seemingly unaware of the audience. When you pull away, he smiles, and there are little crinkles in the corner of his eyes.
"Hello to you too, Sweetheart." His voice is low and barely sounds above a rumble. He rubs the upper part of your thigh that your mini dress barely covers. He then introduces his colleagues, who you gather are more like family with the way they rib on each other and you introduce yourself and friends. Before you know it, there's drinks on the table and and everyone is somewhat tipsy with liquid courage.
"So how old are you?" The one everyone, for some reason, refers to as Soap asks you. He's looking at you with a lopsided grin and raised eyebrow, and his gaze keeps flickering towards John. There's a secret joke between the two and it looks like Soap wants to cackle the second you say your age.
"I'm old enough to drink, let's leave it at that." You laugh.
"She's twenty-three." One of your friends barks with laughter. You simply roll your eyes and lean back against John (who insisted you stay right in his lap).
True to your suspicion, Soap cackles "A bit young fer ye Cap?" He's clearly on the other side of tipsy.
John has a blank face, "Johnny." He starts.
But you beat him to it, "So? All that matters is that he puts me to sleep, and he does a damn good job doing it. Younger boys could never." You then give John another kiss on the lips. The taste of whiskey and cigar smoke makes you groan. This time, when you pull away, you stare into his oh so blue eyes. "John, I'm tired, and I wanna leave." You whisper to him.
"Are you sure Sweetheart?"
"Yes, my friends and your friends can find their own way home."
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"Fuck" You moan as John throws your legs over his shoulders. He keeps his face pressed to your pussy as he once again pulls you apart. His tongue is fucning into you nice and slow. He's teasing you, or he's either really enjoying you. At this point, you can't tell. The air is humid, but the ac is keeping you cool. You wriggle and gasp each time his nose bumps up against your clit.
His grip only tightens, "Stay still baby girl, and let Daddy eat." He practically growls before shoving his tongue into you as deep as he can. He drags his tongue from out of your opening and then latches onto your clit and sucks. He keeps the suction on you as the tip of his tongue flicks across it.
Pleasure zips up your spine, and you grasp at his hair. Trying desperately to grind into his face or pull him away. He won't let you. He isn't even entertaining the idea of breathing, to focus on wringing every bit of pleasure from you. There's a knot in the pit of your stomach, and suddenly, you're screaming and seeing stars. You feel it, at first it's a trickle then it's a gush.
You actually squirted in his face. The sound of him drinking up and slurping down your juices makes you unbelievably hot. Your breathing is labored, and it's only the start of him fucking you. Slowly, he looks up and finally sits up. His face is slick and shiny in the moonlit glow of the room. Eyes blown wide with a primal lust. It frightens you with how this large and burly man went from a gentleman to a damn sex god as soon as you were in his house and naked. He prowls up your body, keeping intense eye contact with you. His hand cups the side of your face, thumb ghosting over your lips before he kisses you.
The taste of yourself on his tongue is heavy, and you like it. You lick into his mouth and suck on his tongue. The tip of his dick is pressed against you, and you're hoping and praying your IUD does its big one. He doesn't break the kiss as he feeds you inch after inch of himself into you. Breaking the kiss you lean your head back and sigh at the stretch.
"There you baby girl. Fuck this pussy is tight and warm." He grunts when he manages to slide in the way in one go. "She's taking me so well." He hikes your legs higher onto his hips and grinds into slowly.
"Pleasee, do- ah- don't tease me," you whine as his happy trail rubs gently against your clit.
John leans up after he sucks a hickey into the side of your neck and pulls out slightly. Your legs are repositioned over the crook of his arms, and he slams back into you. It knocks the breath from you and makes your eyes go wide. Each snap of his hips has you letting out a breathy and high-pitched squeal. John seems to like those noises because he doubles his efforts.
The room is filled with your moans and his grunts and the pap pap pap of his thighs slapping against your ass. Your hands fist the bedsheets in an effort to ground yourself from floating away.
John leans forward, pressing your legs close to your chest. His pounding thrust turned into a hard, rough grind. There's a swivel to his motion, his brows knitted together, clearly looking for something. Each grind of his hips has you gasping and scratching lightly at his arms and dragging your fingers across his chest. You bite your lip and whimper at the pressure he puts on you.
"Come on, baby girl," He whispers, "I know you can let me find it. She can't stay hidden the whole time."
You don't know what it is he's talking about until you feel him rub at just the right angle and your eyes roll back. "Oh Daddy, yes!"
"There she is." He then seeks out that same spot that not even your own fingers can reach. This man is trying to kill you. He's certainly raising the bar for every man that comes after you. It's a shame you can't keep him. He folds you into a mating press, still pistoning his hips into, aiming for what you know is g-spot.
The room is spinning, and you can barely keep your eyes open. The only word you repeat is "Daddy, daddy, daddy-"
He coos at you, "I'm Daddy now?" It's patronizing in a way, and you don't mind it. In fact it makes your pussy clench down on him. "Fu- fuck baby, of course I'll be daddy, and daddy's s'always gonna take care of his baby. Fuck fuck fuck." He
"Daddy, please-"
"Aw, is my baby girl close?" He somehow manages to breathe out through gritted teeth.
You can only nod your head as reasonable thought leaves you. He moves a hand down and swipes his thumb across your clit. Your body seizes and thrashes and shakes as you're thrown into bliss. He fucks your through it, prolonging the feeling. There's the sound of something wet, and distantly, you know that he managed to get you to squirt again. He's leering at where you're squirting on him and how his dick is slick and shiny. The hair at the base of his dick is wet with your juices, and the sound of your squeals reverberates in his head. He can't stop. He's so close.
"Daddy" you're on the edge of another orgasm, it feels like it's gonna teeter on the edge of over stimulation.
He groans and presses you back into a full mating press. His rhythm became a little sloppy. "I know baby girl- ah ah fuck- Daddy's almost done, just fuck- you can take it baby girl and I'm gonna take such good care of you just like how you took care of Daddy." His words are whispers and grunts in the space between you both. There are no words coming from you, just whimpers and gasps and what may sound like the phrase "in me"
He hears you through his own babbling, "in you baby girl. Tha what you want. You want Daddy to fill you up?"
You squealed "Daddy oh God!" Just as you fell into your last orgasm. It straddles the line between painful and blissful and your eyes roll back. Mouth agape as your body begs to arch, but the mating press he has you locked in won't allow you to even move.
"Fuck!" He bellows and grinds his hips into you. Warmth spreads into you as you feel him empty himself. He keeps his hips flushed with yours. He stays like that for a long moment, trying to catch his breath.
"Good God." You sigh, "that was amazing."
"You know... I can't let anyone else have you now, right?" He whispers.
"John," you giggle tiredly, "talk to me after the sun comes up."
"Fine, but I mean it."
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Because Illario can't help himself flirt with Rook and I had to use "that line" to start a little piece.
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Enough, Illario (Part 1) - Lucanis X Rook Fanfic
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"You know, de Riva, you chose the wrong Dellamorte."
Rook's eyebrow arched. "Is that so? I wasn't aware I had chosen one at all."
Lucanis shot him a look.
"I'm charming, clearly more handsome, and the things I can do to youâ" Illario started, but Lucanis kicked him under the cafĂ© table, making him jolt in his chair.
"That's enough, cousin," Lucanis said quietly.
"What?! We're just having a little fun. Always so serious, Lucanis."
"We are here to discuss Crow business, not inflate your already overstuffed ego. This is why your contracts always go wrong."
Illario smirked. "Sometimes wrong feels better." He winked at Rook.
"I'd prefer not to die anytime soon, yeah..." Rook replied flatly.
"See? Even Rook doesn't fall for your idiotic charm."
"Yet..." Illario added with a sly grin. "I have never failed to bed a Crow I fancy."
"Aww, how sweet. Well, you can call me your first disappointment then," she shot back.
Lucanis spat his coffee back into his cup, trying to stifle a laugh.
"I love a challenge from a beautiful woman," Illario smirked.
Rook's lips curved into a mischievous smile as she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "Oh, I wouldn't call it a challenge. More like an impossibility."
Illario's eyes gleamed with amusement, clearly undeterred. "Impossibility? You wound me, mi amada. Surely you can't deny the allure of an irresistible man like myself."
Lucanis shot his cousin a pointed glare. "The only thing irresistible about you is your ability to ruin a meeting. Maybe focus on that talent instead."
Rook chuckled, her laugh soft and utterly unbothered by Illario's relentless flirting. "Lucanis does have a point. If your jobs are anything like your attempts to flirt, I can see why they might go sideways."
Illario placed a dramatic hand over his chest, pretending to be mortally offended. "You both wound me! And here I thought Antivan Crows were meant to appreciate style and finesse."
Lucanis sighed, clearly done with the conversation but unwilling to abandon the sharp amusement tugging at his lips. "Your version of 'style' belongs in a tavern, Illario, not at a Crow meeting."
Illario choked on his drink. "By the Maker, you two deserve each other. So serious, so sharp-tonguedâit's no wonder you're not fun at parties."
"At least we leave them alive," Rook quipped.
Lucanis coughed to disguise the laugh threatening to escape, while his cousin sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Fine, fine. I can tell when I'm not appreciated."
"Can you?" Lucanis muttered under his breath, earning him another laugh from Rook.
Illario wagged a finger at both of them. "One day, Rook, you'll regret underestimating my charms and all I can offer, in the bedroom and on a contract."
"Not likely," Rook replied smoothly, before turning her attention to Lucanis.
Illario leaned closer to her, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "You know, de Riva, a woman like you deserves someone who truly appreciates her. Someone who knows how to make you..."
Lucanis placed his coffee cup down just a little harder than necessary. "Enough, Illario."
"Touchy," he replied, grinning wider as he turned back to Rook. "But I understand. Heâs always been the brooding type and never shares his feelings."
"And here I thought assassins were supposed to be elusive and guarded. Unlike you," she replied, her eyes darting briefly toward Lucanis, catching the flicker of tension in his expression.
"Don't worry, if subtlety ever bores you, you know where to find me."
"Careful, Illario," she replied, her tone sharp but amused. "Keep pushing, and Lucanis might decide to silence you for good."
He grinned, clearly enjoying himself. "Ah, but then heâd have to admit why he did it, and we couldn't have that now, could we, cousin?"
"Sometimes incrimination is worth the risk." Lucanis said into his coffee, taking a long, thoughtful sip.
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Mission: Impossible - Talk to the Girl
Pairing:Â Captain Syverson X OFC
Word Count:Â 2870
Warnings:Â Fluff, Flirting, Implied PTSD, Implied Smut
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Sy tried his best to look like he was having fun but it was a little hard to do when the loud thrum of the music was grating on his nerves. The upbeat pop song sounded nothing like gunfire or explosions so why did it put his entire body on high alert?
He glanced around the room for the millionth time, taking note of every exit and where each guest was seated now that the meal was over and people had switched chairs to mingle with other tables. If this was what retirement brought, then maybe he would have been better off going back.
During his surveillance of the room, his eyes lingered on the pretty bartender whoâd appeared in the corner when they had opened up the bar. Sheâd caught his attention immediately, looking pretty in her simple black dress and serving everyone with a smile that made his heart ache a little whenever it wasnât directed at himâwhich was every time since he hadnât had the guts to go get himself a drink even once that evening.
His last beer had been empty for over an hour now but none of the guys at the table had gotten up so he hadnât been able to bother them for a refill.
Not realizing heâd been openly starring for longer than socially acceptable, Sy didnât hear his name being called until it was followed by a hit to the shoulder.
âJust go talk to her, man.â
âWho?â Sy asked, feigning innocence.
TJ, the groom and one of Syâs best friends, shot him a look that told him heâd been busted and wasnât fooling anyone.
âGo talk to her. Maybe the promise of a good lay will wipe that frown off your ugly mug and youâll stop scaring off my wedding guests.â
The problem was, Sy had this feeling like that girl wasnât meant to be just a one night thing, and he had no idea how to go about finding out if that was true. It wasnât like heâd never gone home with a stranger in a bar. He was just used to the girls being the ones to show interest first.
âOkay, clearly Iâm gonna have to spell this out for ya.â TJ cleared his throat, putting on a serious air and leaning in closer to Sy. All the boys around the table had cut off their conversation, focusing on their exchange.
âYour mission: libation retrieval. You will need to make your way fifty feet south of your current position at which point you will make contact with the person of interest. Now, this is where it gets tricky. You will need to be very mindful of what you say or this op could blow up in your face. The code word is âhiâ.â
Sy couldnât help but smile and flip his middle finger at the other man.
âYouâre a dick, you know that?â
âAnd youâre being a pussy. Guess thatâs why we make the perfect pair.â
He was right, Sy did need to put on his big boy pants, go order his own damn drink and talk to the beautiful woman.
Standing, Sy nervously straightened his tie and readjusted his suit jacket. He felt the entire tableâs eyes on him as he crossed the room, moving around the outside of the open space that served as a dance floor. Sy considered a variety of opening lines but when he finally reached the counter, the cute bartender spoke first.
âWhat can I getcha? Shots, a beer, something sweet?â
Sy rarely drank anything other than beer but he wanted to keep her talking and a one word answer wouldnât accomplish that.
âWhat do ya qualify as something sweet?â
The woman finally flashed that gorgeous smile at him, pushing a little pamphlet across the counter. âI can make all the classics or I have a few signature cocktails.â
Glancing through the menu, Sy hummed as if in deep contemplation. âI think Iâll stick to a beer but I wouldnât say no to some other kind of sugar.â
The woman narrowed her eyes at him, attempting to conceal the smirk pulling at her lips.
âIsnât the rule at these things that best man is supposed to go home with the maid of honor?â
âThe maid of honor is happily married to one of the other groomsmen. And sheâs also my sister.â
âAh. Let me guess, your younger sister and her friends always lurked around you and your friends growinâ up until one day yâall came home from college and suddenly they were the ones who had your friendsâ attention?â
Shooting an amused look at his brother-in-law over his shoulder, Sy realized he had six pairs of eyes watching him like he was some show animal.
âYeah,â he admitted, turning his focus back to where it belonged, âthatâs pretty much what happened with my sister but the groom only joined the group after our first deployment. He stayed, I went back. Itâs probably also the reason why I am the only member of the wedding party who isnât married.â
Subtle Sy. She opened her mouth to respond but a high-pitched voice cut off any words before they were formed.
âUncle Sy, Uncle Sy!â
Sy spun, catching his god-daughter as she jumped into his arms and making a show of almost falling over. âWoah, princess! Youâre growinâ so big, I donât know how much longer Iâll be able to keep catchinâ ya.â
The little girl giggled, tugging playfully on Syâs beard like she always did.
âMama said I can have a juice or a fizzy drink!â
Sy looked at his sister who nodded in confirmation. He wouldnât have put it past the sneaky five-year-old to tell a little white lie to manipulate her uncle.
âWell, which didja pick, juice or fizzy drink?â
âI want something pretty like Mamaw.â
He knew the ones. His mother was a big fan of those internet bartending videos and ordered drinks purely based on aesthetics. The problem was that most of those drinks got their color from the various alcohols mixed in.
âYou know,â the woman chimed in with a warm smile towards his niece, âI have a menu here with lots of pretty drinks.â She pulled a second pamphlet from behind the counter, holding it out and leaning in conspiratorially as she stage-whispered, âI keep it hidden because itâs not for grown-ups.â
Sy locked eyes with the little girl in his arms and she grinned like the cat that got the canary, nodding furiously. Accepting the menu, Sy held it up for his niece to see.
âWhat do ya think, princess? The red one is real pretty.â
The red one was a Shirley Temple and seemed to be the one which was the least likely to give his god-daughter a sugar rush before bedtime, but she shook her head, instead pointing at the one below it. âI want this one!â
âOoh, thatâs one of my favorites too!â the woman declared.
So much for no sugar rush. There was a one hundred percent certainty that his sister would give him shit for his choice but he was not about to be the reason her daughter had a tantrum at her best friendâs wedding.
âThe lady has spoken. Weâll have a Unicorn Waterfall, please.â
She got to work, rimming a glass with something purple then adding some bubblegum pink syrup and ice. On top of that, she placed a large chunk of blue and pink cotton candy and on the side, she filled a separate carafe with lemon-lime soda.
âAlright, sweetie, all thatâs left is to pour the soda over the cotton candy. Do you think your Uncle Sy would help you do it?â
He didnât miss the fact that she paid enough attention to remember his name.
âOh! Please, please, please, Uncle Sy!â
âSure, that sounds easy enough.â
Both glasses were pushed closer to him and Sy picked up the little carafe. His niece placed her tiny hand over his, eyes wide as he tipped the carafe and the clear liquid melted the cotton candy. The resulting drink was pink on the bottom and slowly transitioned to a deep purple without a trace of candy in sight.
His niece squealed and clapped, squirming so much Sy was afraid he might drop her for a moment.Â
âOkay, Hailey Mae, what do you say to MissâŠâ Sy paused, raising an eyebrow towards the woman of his dreams.
âGrace.â
âWhat do you say to Miss Grace?â
âThank you, Miss Grace.â
âYouâre very welcome, sweetie.â
With a grateful smile, Sy pushed the carafe back towards Grace and put his niece down on the floor. When he straightened, his beer was ready and waiting by his nieceâs glass.
âI want to carry it, Uncle Sy.â
âAlright but two hands, okay?â
Hailey Mae tipped her chin, a look of stern concentration taking over her face as she carefully took the glass from Sy. It seemed Grace had thought ahead, making the drink in a plastic cup. The worst that could happen was a spill or a stain on the dress she would have outgrown by next month anyway. As much as Sy wanted to hang back and talk to the cute little lady who had just stolen his heart, he had to follow his niece to make sure no one accidentally bumped into her as she slowly waddled back to her mother.
To his great dismay, Sy was then immediately stolen away by his great aunt and wasnât able to go back to the bar. Every time he broke away from one group of people, he was pulled into another mindless conversation.
Before he knew it, the evening was winding down, most of the guests had returned home and the wedding party retreated to their rooms at the hotel by the reception hall. Most of them lived less than an hour away, Sy being no exception, but the groomâs parents and siblings had come from out of town so the hotel stay had been a way of giving the newly joined families a little more time together before they all went home.
âSheâs cleaning up, itâs now or never,â Syâs brother-in-law said from behind him as he watched Grace wipe a metal shaker with a microfiber towel.
âTo do what? Bring her up to my room?â
âI was going to say get her number but yours leads to sex tonight and mine means waiting until at least tomorrow.â
Sy just kept staring at her.
âYou do remember how sex works right? You take that shrimp in your pants and you slip it in a womanâsââ
âI get it,â Sy growled. He did not want to hear whatever version of the birds and the bees he was about to spew.
âGood, now go get your bartender.â
Sy took a deep breath and made his way to the bar before he lost his nerve. He arrived just in time to see Grace heave a crate of liquor into her arms and immediately stumble backwards. Luckily, the fridge kept her upright and prevented her from causing a giant mess.
âWoah, ya need help with that?â
Grace gave him a relieved smile, managing to set the box on the counter.
âHow is it that it feels heavier now than when I got here?â
âMaybe because youâve been slinginâ drinks all night and you deserve a break,â he answered, picking up the box. âWhere am I takinâ this?â
âMy van is parked out back. We need to go through the service corridor.â
She picked up a case of syrups and moved towards a door in the corner of the room. Sy followed without question appreciating the view of her ass in that dress.
They crossed another large metal door and were greeted by the cool night air.
âThis is me,â she said, setting her box down on the asphalt and digging her keys out of the bottom.
Once the van was opened, Sy set his case in the trunk then picked up the one she had carried and slid it in beside the first.
âYou got anything else to bring out?â
âNo, thatâs all of it. The venue provided most of the equipment, this was all that was left of my stuff.â
This was it. Sy could either man up or never see this woman again.
âYou know, itâs pretty late. Might not be such a good idea to drive anywhere tonight.â
âIs that so?â she asked, cocking her hip as Sy took a step forward.
âYou could always come up to my suite. I could make ya a coffee or you could get a bit of rest before drivinâ back.â
âYour suite, huh? Are ya tryinâ to use your wealth to get laid?â
âNo, Iâm tryinÊŒ to use my friendâs wealth to get laid. But Iâll settle for usinâ my natural charm to get your number.â
An amused expression lit up her face at his honesty. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, smiling at the ground for a second before looking up at him from below her lashes.
âYouâre right,â she said with an exaggerated fake yawn, âIâm really tired after workinâ all eveninâ. It would be irresponsible of me to drive back tonight. I wouldnât want to fall asleep behind the wheel and cause an accident.â
âNo, maâam it would not. And Iâm all about beinâ responsible.â
The incessant ringing of the phone pulled Sy out of a deep sleep. It eventually stopped but the reprieve lasted for all of ten seconds. When it started for the third time, Sy muttered a curse under his breath and rolled over to the other side of the bed to pick up the receiver.
âWhat?â he barked.
âDamn.â It was his friend Mackâs lazy drawl coming from the other end of the line. âI was sure that you beinâ late to breakfast meant youâd gotten some last night but that tone tells me different.â
âWell fuck you too. Iâll be right there.â
He slammed the phone down and stretched out with a groan. Only then did he realize that heâd just rolled from one side of the king bed to the other completely unobstructed.
Sy sat up, taking stock of his surroundings. His suit was hung neatly in the closet when he was sure heâd thrown it haphazardly over the chair. Or near the chair. He was butt naked, which, had he been home, would not have been strange, but he didnât make a habit of free-balling it on strange sheets.
On the up side, the evidence suggested he hadnât hallucinated his night with the sexy bartender. On the down side, Grace had snuck out without so much as a goodbye.
There was no time to sulk, however, because he was expected downstairs with all of his nearest and dearest. When he stepped into the restaurant, he had approximately a five second warning before his favorite princess was in his arms.
âUncle Sy, youâre late!â
âIâm sorry, kiddo,â he carried her to the only two empty chairs, settling her on her booster seat. âI forgot to plug my phone before goinâ to sleep so I didnât have any alarm to wake me up.â
âForgot or passed out with it in your hand and a fresh load coolinâ on your chest?â
His sister kicked Mack under the table but his niece didnât hear a word. Sheâd already picked up a purple crayon and set about drawing a unicorn on the paper place setting.
âItâs okay, Uncle Sy, I forgive you.â
âWell thank you, little lady, thatâs mighty gracious of ya.â
For the next two hours, Sy did his best to put Grace out of his head and focus on the people around him. He still made a mental map of the room, the exits and the position of all the guests around the table but, without the loud music, he wasnât nearly as on edge as he had been the night before. That wasnât to say that he didnât haul ass back to the relative peace of his room once the meal was over.
After being constantly on guard for sixteen straight hours the day before and only getting a few hours of sleep, he was ready to get back home to Aika and give his mind a rest in familiar surroundings.
Once he finished packing up his things, Sy moved to the nightstand to retrieve his cellphone. He hadnât been lying about forgetting to plug it in the night before. When the device turned on again, there were a dozen missed calls and texts from his friends trying to reach him before breakfast.
Dismissing all the notifications, Sy slipped the phone in his pocket and reached down behind the nightstand. Heâd been trying to retrieve his charger, only his hand brushed something else instead.
As it turned out, the something in question was one of those notepads that hotels left by the phone. And that notepad had the sweetest words Sy had ever read.
Had to get the van back for an early job. I hope that wonât keep you from calling. Grace xxx
And there below her name, were the ten most perfect digits in the world.
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"Tell Me I Can't Touch You" - Sylus x FMC
âIâm not a good enough man to walk away from this. You need to tell me that Iâm not allowed to touch you."
MINORS DNI 18+
ao3 if you prefer
Word Count: ~1,797
Summary: After you find yourself ambushed in the N109 zone, Sylus comes to your rescue, resulting in a night of passion and ultimately, acceptance that you want him.
notes: A quick one shot of Sylus and FMC. I've had this lil scene in my mind for a while. I've been out of the writing game for a bit so I apologise if its sloppy. <3
The last thing you can recall is being ambushed in the N109 zone, a place where despite your best efforts, you keep finding yourself. As much as you try to stay away from the shady territory you always seem to find yourself back here and Sylus is always ready and waiting for you in the shadows. The irresistible pull you feel towards him should disgust you, it should make your gut twist with nausea but instead, you find butterflies in its place. No matter how hard you try, his face, his voice and even the feel of his skin are burnt into your mind. Heâs like a drug, all it took was one encounter with him and now his presence flows in your veins.
As your vision fades in and out of focus, the feel of warm, strong arms encircle you. From what you can see, you know exactly where you are. If the dimly lit hallways were not a dead giveaway, it would be the intoxicating smell of his cologne that always drifted through the entire safe house. Heâs carrying you⊠that means he must have found you after the ambush happened⊠or was he already watching you?Â
As you gain a bit more consciousness you attempt to wriggle out of his arms but you are quickly humbled by a radiating pain moving down your ribs and you feel his grip gently pull you closer to his chest.Â
âIf you keep wriggling like that, you will only hurt yourself more, Kitten.â The warmth of his breath cascades down your cheek as he whispers in your ear, sending those butterflies into a frenzy.Â
âWhat⊠What happened? I remember an ambush but not much after that.â Your voice sounds a little hoarse and tired as you try to recollect the recent events.Â
âYes, there were three men. They saw a beautiful woman walking alone and decided to take the opportunity. They will not be bothering you⊠or in any woman again. Ever.â The coldness of his tone cuts through you as he gently places you down on the bathroom vanity. âYouâre freezing. There is a towel and some fresh clothes for you here, take your time in the shower. I will wait outside for you, but before I go, take this please to ease the pain a little.â He gently opens your hands and gives you two pills that you assume are painkillers. You look up to say thank you and are stunned by his soft concerned gaze. You give a quick nod in appreciation and swallow the pills, his shoulders instantly relax and he exits the bathroom.
What was his angle? He looked like he cared for a moment there but there has to be something he wants. Heâs one of the most feared men, surely you were hallucinating that look he gave you. Softly you pad across the cold tiles and turn the shower on, taking a small moment to appreciate just how spacious it is, you could lay down in it if you wanted to⊠imagine all the things two people could do in here⊠what you and Sylus couldâ âNo. Stop itâ You stubbornly cut your thoughts short. You cannot be fantasising about him. Itâs not right.Â
After stepping inside the shower, you welcome its warmth, enjoying the feel of the hot water hitting your back. A wave of annoyance works through you as you begin to lather the soap over your body and scrub. You should have been more aware of your surroundings; you know better than to let your guard down, especially in the fucking N109 zone. What the hell was going through your head? If Sylus wasnât there, who knows what would have happened? A slight feeling of debt creeps through your chest, and your mind connects the pieces. That is his angle. You owe him now. Surely that is what he wants⊠why else would he save you? GOD, you feel stupid for even thinking he was concerned. You turn the shower off and head over to the towel, drying off and putting on an oversized tee shirt with a pair of shorts. Seething with irritation, you exit the ensuite and find Sylus sitting on the edge of the bed. He quickly stands and holds out his hand to help you as you slowly move around. The pills have dulled the pain but it is still tender to move too fast.Â
âSo what do I owe you, Sylus?â You cross your arms and glare at him expectantly.Â
âYour skepticism wounds me.â He chuckles as he raises an eyebrow at your obvious display of irritation. âYou owe me nothing, Kitten. Just come lay down and rest. Please.âÂ
You glare at him a moment longer and unfold your arms as you slowly lay down on the bed. âFine. I believe you. For now.â The irritation slowly dissipates as you settle on the soft mattress and close your eyes.
The mattress dips down to your left and you snap your head in the direction to see Sylus perched on his elbow watching you with a smirk.Â
âCan I help you?â You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion. His eyes travel down your body and his brow furrows with concern.Â
âYou have a few cuts on your legs. I have some ointment for them.â He moves quickly and sits between your legs, opening a tube of cream. You feel your cheeks heat, and those damn butterflies are practically bursting now. Too stunned to speak, you lie silently, watching him spreading the cream across his palms, massaging it down your leg. His hands are firm yet soft and gentle at the same time. As he works the cream into your skin, a soft moan of appreciation escapes your lips, and his hands still for a moment. Another flush of embarrassment rises to your cheeks and you refuse to look at him as he begins working on the other leg.Â
His fingers massage lazy circles dangerously close on your upper thigh, and heat pools at your centre as you mentally will those fingers to wander further. You canât help yourself; you have to steal a glance at him, you need to see if there is any desire from him. The minute you open your eyes, they lock to his crimson pools, heâs been staring at you. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and a low grumble escapes his mouth as he holds himself over you.Â
âYouâll need to stop looking at me like that, Kitten. Because if you donât, I donât think Iâll be able to stop myself.â His mouth hovers just above yours, and the heat of his breath sends a shiver down your body. You gently bring your hand to his face and run your thumb over his lips, watching his ruby eyes glisten with need. âIâm not a good enough man to walk away from this. You need to tell me that Iâm not allowed to touch you. Tell me⊠and Iâll walk away.â He grits his teeth as he pins your hands to the padded headboard.Â
âI donât want you to go.â The whispered confession hangs in the air as it leaves your lips.Â
âYouâll regret this. Tell me to go. Please.â He whispers back to you, his mouth hovering over your lips again.Â
âSylus⊠Touch me. Please.â Your body squirms beneath him, and you feel his hard length briefly against your leg.Â
His mouth crashes into yours, and your body is set ablaze with desire as you pull his clothes off. He gently removes your clothing, and he sits back for a moment as his eyes hungrily take in your naked form. Sylus crawls his way up your body and brings his mouth over your breast, gently flicking his tongue over your hardened peak, earning a moan of pleasure from you. He places hot, slow kisses down your body before settling his head between your thighs. You shake in anticipation as his breath spreads across your sex.Â
The feeling of his tongue slipping through your seam makes your back arch in pleasure as he begins to feast on you as if it were his last meal. Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you look down, watching him at work and lock eyes as he slips his finger into you, pumping the digit in and out as he devours you. Waves of pleasure roll through you, and it's not long before you are crashing over into ecstasy.Â
As he frees himself from between your legs, he once again crawls up over you, planting a soft, deep kiss on your mouth. He expertly parts your lips and slips his tongue against yours, moving in perfect synchronisation. You hear a dull thud hit the floor to see that he has removed his pants, and the hard length of his arousal hovers at your entrance as he looks into your eyes.Â
âI want you, Sylus. Please.â You breath out as you wrap your legs around him urging him closer.
âYou never have to beg me, Kitten.â He breathlessly pants as he slowly guides himself into you. âFuck. Youâre so wet for me. Such a good girl.â His thrusts slowly pick up pace and the wet sounds of your bodies clashing together sound like a symphony to your ears. He was worse than a drug, heâs taken up your entire being and you loved it. He felt like home and you didnât care if it was just for this moment. It was worth it. As he continues to ram into you he brings his hand down and rubs tight circles around your clit bringing you closer to the edge once more.
âSay my name. When you come, I want you to say my name. I want to hear that you know whoâs made you come so hard.â His breathing is erratic, and his thrusts are frenzied.Â
The waves build up again, and you shatter around him, screaming his name. You can feel your walls clench around his cock, and you feel his hips begin to buck as he releases himself deep inside you.Â
He falls beside you, pulling you into his chest in a gentle embrace, and he strokes his hand up and down your spine. Your brows furrow slightly at how happy you feel.
âWhat are you thinking, Kitten? Are you feeling regretful?â He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead.Â
âNo⊠I feel⊠free. Does this make me a bad person, Sylus?â You whisper against his chest.
âNo, this doesnât make you a bad person.â He mumbles against your hair.
âThen what does it make me?â You breathe out as you look up at him.
âMine. It makes you mine.â He whispers against your lips bringing them together once more.Â
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Salvatore can wait, now it's time to eat soft ice cream â bobby f. kennedy
As Jack's wife many may propose your sex life to be exuberant and quite frequent: in reality it's nothing of the sort. After having your beautiful baby-girl Enya, you'd expressed fears and insecurities of being intimate about your new post-baby body with Jack to which he kindly dismissed them telling you that he loved you even more now. While hearing those words from a man you've loved half your life warmed your heart his sentiments fail to quell your fears. However, what sets you free from all your present worries and gives you release is in fact his own brother and your brother in-law: Robert.
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warnings: mentions of pregnancy, postpartum insecurities, possible inaccuracies to do with pregnancy and postpartum as i have never been pregnant before, infidelity, nipple play, desperate catholic man, unprotected sex, drunk sex, fingering, being eaten out, 18+
words: 2,950 words
It was a quiet morning for you. A statement that you could rarely ever leave your mouth truthfully due to your residence being that big egg-shell coloured house located at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in Washingtonâor how it's more commonly referred to as the White House. But you weren't in the White House, no, you for now were in the land of fado, wine, and poetry: Portugal.
Taking advantage of the barren land in your calendar managed by your assistant spacing between the 21st and the 28th you had decided to go visit your sorority sister, Alma, and her sprawling Lisboa estate 'Quinta da Abrigada'âor at least that's what she'd called it in her letters inviting you to the country house. You'd been initially apprehensive, a cross-country flight with a 6 month old baby seemed to be a recipe for complete and total disaster. Not to mention the press coverage, nit-picking your choices labelling you as an unfit mother, while hailing Jack as the dotting husband and father. Which he was, though that was when he was there which proved to be scarce.
Despite this worry of yours the person who truly convinced you was not Alma herself and her gushing about the residencies sparkling woods and breathing taking views of the Serra do Montejunto. In fact it was your very own tousled hair, chiseled jaw, president of the United States husband: Jack.
Apparently, in his astute opinion, he believed that some time away from the unrelenting US press and the ever thinning tightrope of public opinion would be good for you and the baby. Initially you'd worried that it would be to distressing for your little Enya to be away from her father that much for more than a couple daysâyou swore that you'd read a dreadful story in women's weekly of a baby forgetting the face of one of their own parent! You retold this story to Jack to which he only chuckled, and delicately cupped your face teasingly tapping the tip of your nose. In response to this he'd told you that once he'd finished up scheduled business in Palm Beach that he'd fly to Lisboa on the SAM 26000 Boeing. That was on the night before the 21st, and after listening to your husband you'd confirmed with Alma that you were in fact coming.
However it was now the 24th and Jack still hadn't shown up, and you were given no indication that he was ever going to.
Your melancholy about your marital situation was intermittently interrupted for a few days by Alma keeping you an incredibly busy working woman. You see, she was trying to convert the Portuguese country home into a fully functioning hotel and a wedding venueâshe would never admit it to you or to herself but you had a sneaking suspicion it was a true vanity project in every sense of the word. You'd heard rumblings between European socialites that her Argentinian polo player husband was growing weary of her shopping sprees down at the Avenida da Liberdade and the last straw was a wine-filled rampage of the strip boutiques on Castilho Strett that ended in a bill of over sixty-two thousand euros.
Despite positioning your Portugal stay as a vacation Alma really put you to hard labour. Or at least your version of hard labour at 6 months postpartum which was lugging the ostentatious amount of floral and foliage arrangements for the happy couples who'd chosen the Portuguese country home to be a witness to their holy matrimony.
By 4 pm you were done for the day having laid out the varied bouquets of chocolate cosmos, primroses, hollyhocks, and wisteria. Some were incased by crystal glassed vase, like a trapped ballerina forced to spin inside of a music box. While others were allowed to roam free, tangled up the arched walls of the chapel, propped up by short and stumpy neoclassical stone pillars.
You'd initially underestimated how unhappy it would make you to see couplesâeach more happy than their former. It made you want to take a microscope to the state of your own marriage and shred it open. How unrecognisable you both were to the versions of yourselves that had walked down that Rhode Island aisle that day. Your marriage to Jack wasn't bad by any means: it was just different than it had been at the beginning. After having a child your relationship with Jack had morphed into more of a companionship rather than a romantic relationship. He'd become more distant: working later hours and coming to the west wing smelling of palo santo and black current bud.
A stark contrast to your personalised musk of waffle cone accord and vanilla...
But you were committed to make your marriage stick. For your sake, for your children's sake, and for the sake of Jake's whole presidential career. You were each other's best friend but sometimes, all of the time, you'd just wish he would touch and cherish you like a lover. You just wish he would be soft with your heart every once in a while.
You'd hoped a European getaway for the both of you would make some difference, but it seemed that Jack had made his choice. And so will you.
Because you had been such a help around the home Alma decided to watch Enya while you helped the florists prepare, the last time you saw your baby-girl was only a few short hours ago and yet your heart felt like it was being ripped from your chest.
Dusting yourself off, brushing away the cut stems of flowers and pollen from various flowers that were sure to stain the surplus of linen matching sets you had brought along with you, you made a bee-line away from the chapel and towards the main house. Maybe Alma truly was on to something about making the sprawling estate into a hotel what with its ample land of approximately 1,350,794 Sq Ft.
Due to its overwhelming size Alma had allowed you to stay in the third wing of country home which had been newly renovated to accommodate for her aspirations of it one day becoming an auberge, but much, much large. With its many rooms you and Alma, and Jack if he bothered to show, were more than comfortable. Though you could afford it with the shear square footage of the wing, Alma's cot stayed with you directly to the side of your king sized bed, a welcomed addition of the renovations by you.
You couldn't believe that Alma was taking this kind of project on, to you just planning it all out seemed hugely anal. What with all the construction needed to implement tarred streets, sidewalks, public lighting, water pipes, sewage, electrical and network cables at the entrance of each lot. I mean it was a lot.
As you push open the door connecting the wing you immediately b-line for the washroom: eager to get the confused scents of opposing flowers off of you this instant. You thought back to your conversation with Alma, remembering that she would be watching her until 5pm: delightful. Despite the absence of your daughter resting on your chest being deeply felt by you, it was a blessing to be able to take your time in the shower. A privilege that you had taken for granted in your twenties.
Apparently your darling Alma, along with Alma's own older children, was going to get a private tour of the romantic woods, the various sycamore trees, and even the proprietary chapel in between the scheduled weddings that day. You'd gathered that by now, taking a look at your watch while you start to disrobe for the shower, Alma and Enya would have already stopped by the church by now.
During your shower you lathered yourself with your 'garden essentials' body wash the scent of California lavender leaving you with a camphorous scent, awakening your senses invigorating you for the evening. Next, you applied a scotch pine shampoo bar to your scalp-a gift from one of your Californian friends from elementary school who'd turned to the all natural lifeâwhatever that meant. Once out of the shower you palmed a hair oil blend of argan oil, natural antioxidants and fatty acids, pear seed oil, and castor oil throughout your locks. Since getting pregnant and after giving birth you had seen a direct decline in the thickness of your hair and an increase in hair loss, a symptom of postpartum you absolutely detested. Activating the arrival of your baby soon you'd decided to get your hair out of your face, since her favourite pastime of late seemed to be yanking your strands of hair with remarkable strength.
Speaking of postpartum symptoms... since you had started breastfeeding your baby girl, your nipples had gone increasingly sore and sensitive especially at nights. As a preemptive measure you put some nipple cream given to you by a midwife and went along with your out of shower routine slathering on your personal favourite body oil that you'd dispersed into a travel size bottle.
Moving out the bathroom after dressing your put on immediate edge. Despite its size you hear noises coming from the room adjacent to the bathroom you'd just stepped out ofâthe bedroom you and Enya had been staying in.
Ice hot horror had bleed into every crevice, and every vein in your body. Jack always told you to be wary of going places without securityâalways fretting over your security and your penchant for leaving unannounced, and now you were paying for it.
In an almost comical defence, you grab the nearest thing in your line of sight: ironically an erotic sculpture ground by a plinth that looked like it weighed a far few. Hands shaking you, grasp the brass handle and quickly turned the nob: trying to look as menacing as possible to an intruder.
But what was behind the door was anything but. There was Bobby, in all his grecian tragedian beauty, holding Enya with his big pilose arms supporting her head like a true natural parentâwhich you'd hope he was after having enough children to start as sports team.
Both of you looked equally surprised as each other.
"Christ, hun what ever are you doing with that thing?" Bobby says chuckling, while rocking back on the soles of his feet and motioning to the stone sculpture.
"Oh Good Heavens, Bob you nearly gave me a damned heart attack" you say clutching a hand to your chest. To which Bobby shamefully and discreetly looks at your chestâin his defence you were wearing a more than revealing top because you really weren't planing on any visitors.
"Oh I'm sorry, c'mere sweetheart how are you? It's been ages!"
"Bob we spoke over the phone two days ago!"
"Oh, c'mon now you that phone calls don't suffice for either one of us."
Bashfully you smile, but realise Jack has not accompanied Bobby, wondering where he is you ask,
"God Bobby it's good to see you too, tell me where is Jack around? did you tell him that there's stables he's probably there he'd love th-"
Interrupting you Bobby explains, "Sweetheart, he couldn't make it I'm sorry."
A bit embarrassed, you try to play it cool. Noticing your discomfort Bobby gently dislodges Enya from his chest to yours, and it's cheesing to say but the weight of her on your chest salves the wound ever so slightly.
"Bob how did you get her? I thought Alma was watching her?"
"Oh she was but we met down at the chapel and I offered to take Enyaâshe looked a bit occupied with her own roady children. I didn't want Enya to be forgotten about." he says while stepping closer to you, trailing the back of his hand against her cheek and then moving his eyes to you.
Flustered you take your time analysing him back: dressed in a rolled up button up white shirt, and khaki coloured slacks. Blushing, Bobby says,
"She seemed pretty sleepy when she was handed to me. Why don't you have some time on your own and I'll watch her for you?"
"Oh please Bobby i've had plenty of 'me' time. Your ramblings would do me good, would take my mind of Jack. Matter of fact I'm starving aren't you?"
"Famished! I tell you a palm beach flight to Portugal is no joke."
"Well that sorts it! we'll take her bassinet and have some food out in the grass."
"Sounds perfect, maybe some champagne. I know you can't drink but you can live vicariously through me!"
Chuckling you nod, and he follows you out of the room.
Moving into the kitchen you start to prepare the snacks. Looking at your bleak options since you haven't gone to the market you decide on hors d'oeuvres chicly displayed on a walnut cutting board gifted to you by a baroness. Gathering the necessaries: crisp bread, casalingo salami, foie gras parfait, chicken liver paté, and finally a bottle of pierre mignon for your beloved Bobby.
Delicately balancing the board with one hand, and the bottle in the crevice of your arm, you glance back into the bedroom with Bobby and Enya. Despite your unintentional eavesdropping you hear Bobby rocking Enya to sleep,
"You are so lucky to have your mom, huh? She's the best mom anyone could ask for don't you think?"
The comments warm your heart but you're unable to dissect that feeling as Bobby steps out of the room moments later and like a gentleman: immediately steps to take the bottle of wine and board from your hands.
And one thing leads to another, the hours pass, and by 10 pm you both felt drunkâand probably look it to any outsiders passing by. Despite not drinking a single drop you feel utterly intoxicated by his very presence.
Luckily, Enya had been picked up by Alma to be watched for the night after she'd landed upon you two in the grass: with Bobby's head in your lap, giggles emitting from the both of you.
As the night drew on you'd gotten immeasurably close physically, simply tripping over yourselves trying to catch each other up on both of your lives when you weren't with each other. Bobby being Jack's brother meant that a great portion of your life was spent next to Bobby, and even going a few days apart felt like a whole year for the both of you. Possibly a little co-dependent considering you both had parents but you both didn't want to question it to hardâthe papers did enough of that themselves, always questioning your friendship or rather the existence of something more.
Once you two had sufficiently caught each other up on your respective lives, the conversation turned more soft and touchy. Bobby was extremely tactile when tipsy. You and Bobby had kissed a couple of times over the years but you'd never gone the distance, always stopping yourselves.
However this time neither of you wanted to stop, in a haste Bobby motions to take off your top, that was until Bobby's soft caresses of your body reminded you of the insecurities plaguing you for the last 9 months.
Feeling you freeze up Bobby, worried that he'd done something wrong, asks if you're feeling okay,
To which you reply, "It's nothing on you Bob, it's just that ever since Enya I'm so different to how I was. Now i'm sore and I ache all the time, and I feel so damn unloveable."
"Oh Hun, you're nothing of the sort. I see, before me, a woman not only worthy of love but of worship. Let me worship you, please I promise it'll be-"
Captivated, you nod almost immediately but cringe as you release you hadn't had time to wipe off the nipple cream you'd lathered on hours before.
Once your breasts are revealed to him you can't bear to look from embarrassment expecting him to recoil, but he doesn't in factâyour worries are bulldozed by the fervid pleasure of his mouth of your bud, sucking delicately for your pleasure and your pleasure only.
Taking his warm mouth of your bud for just a second Bobby says with batted breath,
"Take a deep breath, baby, C'mon"
Overcome, you arch your back like a Persian kitten. Your nails scrambling, and tearing into the soft grass: your moans turning into soft, delightful screams.
Overcome with gratitude and deference to Bobby you scream out, so loud that you're not entirely sure that Alma can't hear you,
"Baby, baby, baby, I'm-i'm your man"
Who knew you could cum from that? Certainly not you, that's for sure but alas you did.
You take several minutes to come out of it, to which he just cradles you brushing a few short strands of hair, dotting kisses along the concave of your breasts.
As if to give back you raise a hand to his chin, and engulf him in a sweet kiss, nothing reminiscent of dominate coming from either side: just tenderness.
"Oh I can taste champagne on your lips, Bobby!"
"Y'know I do have an idea on how to get rid of that taste" to which Bobby dramatically lays you on the ground and gets down to business on his hands and knees, fingering and teasing your mound: warm and inviting.
By the whole end of the ordeal you've had 5 orgasms and made enough noise to rival the neighbouring cats and dogs screeches and barks.
All the nipple butter has been removed from your breasts and is now squarely strewn around on Bobby's face and lipsâthey do say lanolin is a good moisturiser for the lips...
#does bobby even get to orgasm... well that's up to you.#bobby f kennedy x reader#bobby f kennedy x original female character#rfk x reader#rfk x you#bobby kennedy x reader#bobby kennedy x you#political rpf#bobby kennedy rpf#rpf political#rpf fanfiction#kennedy rpf#kennedy fanfiction#kennedy fanfic#melancholicstation#melancholictstationwrites#Spotify
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As I've associated Persephone with Venus nakshatra characters, I see this theme of female characters played by Venusians being kidnapped/abducted by men. Usually there being a case of Stockholm syndrome. Very interesting that this theme was in Ketu nakshatras as well (Mula's Beauty & the Beast), fully extending in this section of fire signs as well with Hades & Persephone.
In the film Bandits (2001), Bharani ASC Cate Blanchett's character is kidnapped by a bank robber played by Bruce Willis. She finds herself in a complicated love triangle with him and his partner.
In the film Split (2016), Bharani ASC Anya Taylor Joy's character is abducted by a man with a multiple personality disorder. In Glass (2019), we see how she has formed a delicate connection with her abductor.
In the film The Collector (1965), Purva Phalguni Moon Samantha Eggar plays a teenager who is kidnapped by a lonely sick man who hopes she falls in love with him.
In the film Buffalo '66 (1998), Purva Ashada Moon Christina Ricci's character is kidnapped by a recently released convict who forces her to pose as his wife. Over time, an unconventional bond forms between them.
The kidnapper/abductor is often a Saturnian in the story, which is interesting as it could hint at the nakshatra associated with Hades. In the animation Hercules, Hades is literally voiced by the double Saturn nakshatra native James Woods. He is an Uttarabhadrapada Moon&Pushya ASC.
In the series Tell Me A Story (2018), Pushya Sun Paul Wesley's character becomes obsessed with a woman, abducting her to hold her hostage in a secret soundproof room, keeping her chained to the bed.
In the film Tie Me Up! Tie Me Down! (1989), Uttarabhadrapada Moon Antonio Banderas' character heads straight into a reunion with a woman he had a fling with after being recently released from a mental institution.
Because she doesn't remember him, he kidnaps her, determined to make her fall in love with him. Much like in Tell Me A Story, he ties her to the bed as well.
In the film Misery (1990), Uttarabhadrapada Moon Kathy Bates holds a writer she's obsessed with captive.
The writer is played by Uttarabhadrapada Sun native James Caan, seeing as this Saturnian theme can turn on its own head too.
Venus nakshatras can deal with having autonomy over your own body and sexuality; but it can also explore themes of having one's urgency taken away, only to reclaim it and receive quick justice.
#venus#bharani#aries#purva phalguni#leo#purva ashada#sagittarius#vedic astro notes#vedic astrology#astrology#sidereal astrology#vedic astro observations#sidereal observations#astro observations#astrology observations#astro notes#vedic notes#sidereal notes
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Fangs of Fortune (ep.03 - ep.05)
Oh god, where do I start? Everyone has become less stabby now, but mildly insulting each other seems to be the new form of flirting (between, like, everyone?). Okay, between the Zhuo Yichen - Zhu Yan - Wen Xiao trio for sure. I'm seeing you, guys, you don't have to be so obvious about it XD
That flirtatious contract-signing procedure with Wen Xiao, and Zhu Yan calling Yichen 'better than a dog', and Wen Xiao calling demons 'pets', and then Zhu Yan offering her to become one. I mean come on XD
"Here's some free demonic energy, so you can easily kill me later." Is this romantic or what? XD The kind of demonic romance this show seems to be excelling at. Manly healing handholding - check â
Also, Li Lun appears out of the darkness with the broodiness of an ex who was left behind by Zhu Yan after giving birth to the Wilderness after doing some powerful wibbly wobbly timey wimey demonic magic stuff (supposedly, he was ditched for a woman, now dead, who was supposedly killed by Li Lun, now imprisoned). And now the poor guy has to compete with yet another pretty woman and an even prettier young man.
I mean, Li Lun, brother, I get it, Zhu Yan is a babe, but killing off your ex's friends and lovers won't make him like you more, that's just not how things work. And judging by the fact that Li Lun got all chained up in some cave, he probably messed up badly. Killed the previous Bai Ze Goddess? Or did something equally un-cool.
Our gorgeous Zhu Yan is a walking and talking Red Flag, although, the kind you want to wrap around yourself and never let go. I mean, how do they manage to withstand his demonic charm? I seriously have no idea)))
Hou Minghao had a serious demonic glow-up. I loved him as a dragon in Back from the Brink (where he was equal parts cute and beautiful), but this regal demonic deity he's channeling here is just wow. Where did all that come from? And once again, it's paired with a decent amount of creepy-ish cuteness (like, it's slightly weird to call a many-thousand-year-old powerful demon lord cute, but he's also not not cute, you know what I mean? XD)
And god bless all the sponsors who made all these pretty fantasy fights possible (the post-production team, I'm looking at you). Also the quality of the picture is incredibly good - everything is so movie-like, I can't even imagine the budget that went into this. But I'm glad they had it!
The vibe of the show is so, ah XD I can't even say it's queer, but it kind of is? With a possibility of multiple polycules wherever you look (or maybe it's just me and my mind playing tricks, but I'm enjoying this to the fullest).
And the way Yichen sneezes every time someone (Zhu Yan especially) is talking about him XD So cute. Bai Jiu is hilarious - screaming like the girliest girl at every prospect of danger and fainting at the sight of dead bodies. The most believable 13-year-old in the history of cdrama)))
I'm loving all the characters so far and patiently waiting for the tragedy of the death of the previous Bai Ze goddess to fully unfold (Wen Xiao's memories hint at more upcoming drama with Zhu Yan).
#fangs of fortune#fof#cdrama#cdrama review#this show keeps on delivering in all aspects#I'm squealing at all their interactions#the show somehow manages to be equal parts cute and gritty#100% immersive experience#and it's PRETTY#continuous eyegasm#zhu yan#zhuo yichen#wen xiao#li lun#zhao yuanzhou#hou minghao#neo hou
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Looking at the notes it looks like we might have quite similar tastes! I don't really watch TV or films if I can help it so I've got nothing on that front but for books:
The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin; set in a world with one continent, where earthquakes are a fact of life. Society is split into different castes and communities, and the "untouchable" class equivalent are people with the ability to magically control earthquakes. Some CWs apply - it's a heavy, brutal series - so hmu if you need any more info before diving in. But it's absolutely wonderful, and the audiobooks are amazing, read by Robin Miles. I also recommend The City We Became (lighter SF about the city of New York developing avatars of each of its boroughs to fight an external threat) and How Long Til Black Future Month (collection of SFF short stories) by her.
Flux by Jinwoo Chong - another great audiobook, read by David Lee Huynh. A young man obsessed with an outdated TV detective takes on a job at a strange organisation where he doesn't really know what he's doing or why. Really beautiful writing and a fascinating exploration of identity and technology.
When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb - I obsessed about this so much when I first read it, I don't think I'll ever stop recommending it. Riffing on Jewish folklore, it tells the story of an angel and a demon travelling from the Pale of Settlement to America in c.1911 to follow after the young people of their shtetl. Wicked funny, queer and joyful, and Donald Corren's performance in the audiobook is perfectly dry and sharp.
The Heavens by Sandra Newman - a woman in an ideal future timeline dreams about being another woman in Elizabethan/Jacobean England. She realises that the events in her dreams are affecting her waking reality, changing time and bringing that timeline closer and closer to our own. Made me cry (complimentary)
Station Eleven by Emily St John Mandel - rec depends on how up to it you're feeling re. pandemic fiction. Written before COVID but weirdly prescient, it follows a travelling group of actors in a world decimated by a virulent coronavirus outbreak, hopping back and forth in time to bring different characters from past and present and tie them all together.
The Raven Tower by Ann Leckie - a fantasy retelling of Hamlet, clearly inspired by the use of second-person in the Fifth Season. A world where gods are a fact of life, and where gods speak reality into being. One of Leckie's stronger efforts since Ancillary Justice (first of the Imperial Radch series which I loooove), I remember gasping out loud at a particular reveal at the end. Protag is a trans man which is fun, and the audiobook is read by Adjoa Andoh who can do no wrong.
The Traitor Baru Cormorant (I think just called The Traitor in the UK edition) by Seth Dickinson - about a woman in a "fantasy" world (I don't think there's any actual magic??) whose culture is dominated by an expansionist empire and who vows to take the empire down from within. Totally gripping, can't wait to read the rest in the series.
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susannah Clarke - I saw you'd read Piranesi, and idk if you've read this one yet but I loved it. Set in an alternate Regency England where magic has long been part of British culture, but has all but faded by the time the novel starts. It's a pure brick of a book with nested footnotes and stories within stories, so not for the faint-hearted, but the world is rich and realised and it's brilliantly funny in places. Audiobook is wonderful!
Looking for media recs. Any format. Any genre that isn't romance or erotica.
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I had an idea for Mafia AU. Weiss and Winter Schnee. Sisters on opposite sides of the law learn that their father IS responsible for the hit on Jaune. The Arcs leaving have hurt his bottom line and he canât abide it. Through different approaches the two sisters learn Jacques has hired âThe Scorpionâ an assassin that canât be swayed once he accepts a contract. It is a religious matter to him. How do they respond and would the head of the Schnee family survive their response?
Mirror, Mirror in the hall, who do we call?
(A snippet from "a Mafia" & "From Assassin to Sales Clerk" AUs)
Weiss was having the time of her life tonight. Under the strobing black lights of the club her neon pink and yellow twin trail styled hair, and form fitting shirt and hot pants glowed brightly. The world renown singer and heir to the Schnee Family was loving the anonymity her outfit and acts were giving her.
In fact she was currently getting very up close and personal with a very energetic and flirty cat faunus, dressed in similarly bright colors. A quick thought about the young man her father had betrothed her to passed through her mind, making her feel even better about sharing these... intimate dances with Neon.
The betrothal was just another attempt by her father to bring more wealth and power under Schnee influence. The Vasilias were fairly powerful in their own right, and if linked to the Schnee via a marriage between Weiss and Neptune... all the better. Which was why Weiss had been paying more attention to her father's actions... and the family's public and private books.
Which was why she was risking meeting her black sheep of a sister, Winter. Weiss still didn't fully understand why Winter threw away everything her family could have helped her achieve to struggle and slave for pennies as a SWAT member in the AMPD. Weiss licked her lips when she felt Neon's tail brush her behind while moving to coil about her waist.
"Some one's getting frisky." Weiss purred into Neon's ear as she draped her arms over the slightly shorter woman.
"Do you blame me?" Neon purred right back, while leaning in for a kiss.
Weiss' heart was slamming inside her chest and she lowered her head to meet the beautiful girl's lips, when the world exploded in light.
"AMPD! Everyone on the ground now!"
Neon grabbed Weiss' hand and tried to drag her away, but Weiss refused. This was all part of the plan, to speak with Winter, so she needed to stay. Pulling Neon close, Weiss gave her the kiss she had wanted, and then pressed her forehead to hers.
"I need to stay." Weiss whispered. "If you stay with me, I'll take care of you. But if you want to go... I'll understand."
"You promise?" Neon asked as she slid her hand down from Weiss' wrist and intertwined her fingers with Weiss'
"I promise."
"Down on the ground! Hands on you heads! NOW!"
Thirty minutes later Weiss found herself in an interrogation room. She remained silent as Officer Marrow tried to get her to explain why she was attending a rave in a drug den. Weiss just slid a business card to him. A card with the contact details for Detective Winter Schnee of AMPDs Special Weapons and Tactics Team. Officer Marrow picked up the card.
"Okay, Ms Harlequin." Marrow rose from his seat, knocked on the door twice, and before leaving, "Det Schnee will be with you shortly."
Another twenty minutes later, a rather stern looking woman, entered. Her uniform was pristine, and she radiated an air of authority. She said nothing as she took her seat. Before the door closed she gave a nod to her partner, Detective Elm Ederne, who returned the nod.
The pair sat in silence for a minute before the blinking redlight on the camera stayed off.
"Sister. What is it this time?" Winter spoke with a disinterested tone. "As much as I appreciate you trying to stay in... "
"The girl brought in with me. Neon Katt, can you make sure she is released with me?"
"Why?" Winter cocked an elbow as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Is she special?"
"Just to me." Weiss replied, "As for why I did this..."
"It better not be to ask me to a secret birth..."
"NO!" Weiss snapped. "This is important! Danger to the family important!"
"Weiss?"
"I've been looking at the books, and watching father." Weiss reported to her sister, "He's up to..."
"The bastard is always up to something. Legal or illegal. He's always scheming, and fucking people over."
"Well this will fuck us all, if it means what I think it means." Weiss countered. "I think father has issued a contract. I'm not sure for how much, or on who specifically."
"I'll need more information then that Weiss. You know this."
"There is forty million missing from the accounts."
"Shit."
"I contracted someone, Flynt Coal, know him?"
"Why did you hire a Black Hat hacker?"
"To get into Father's personal systems." Weiss explained, "He did, and he found two names. Arc and Scorpion. Do those..."
"Are you positive!" Winter snapped.
"Yes? Flynt drop-boxed me the time stamped screen shots."
"Fuck!"
"Winter, I don't...."
"Get hold of you friend Flynt and tell to vanish. Then you take Neon, introduce her to Mom and Whitley..." Winter paused. "And then CONVIENCE or COERCE her to take you all to Mistral for a holiday. Understand?"
"I don't but I'll do it." Weiss responded. "Can you tell me what is going on?"
"Father in his stupidity may have just killed us all." Winter growled before standing up, and banging on the door. When it opened. "She knows nothing. Just a stupid girl and her girlfriend looking for a fun time. Cut her and Neon Katt loose."
"Everything okay Winter?" Elm asked. "You look a little... stressed."
"We need to speak to Chief Ironwood."
Ten minutes later, Wiess was desperately sending Flynt a message, through a BBS while dragging Neon with her towards the bullhead pads for Atlas proper.
#rwby#a mafia au#from assassin to sales clerk au#the schnee family#weiss schnee#winter schnee#reader ask#my answer#response to ask#neon katt
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Thinking about her. Where is she? Who is she with? Whatâs she thinking about? Is she thinking about me?
#Kids in the Hall#dave foley#Newsradio#i need her so badly#how can one man be such a beautiful woman#itâs a crime
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truth be told, it's difficult for ezra to hold on, too. not that he's ever been premature, mind... but how is he supposed to resist with such a beautiful woman tight around him, moaning his name? he's only a man, even if not quite a human one, after all. with a low groan of his own, ezra finishes as she's still twitching around him, burying his face into her neck both to stifle the noise and, after he's ridden out his own climax, pepper her with kisses. he's a cuddler, what can he say? even in public, with a storm raging overhead. "i just did, love. can't go again like that for at least another fifteen, even with someone as gorgeous as you," he teases, pulling back to fix her with smirk.
Thalia thinks she's already seeing fireworks with each thrust. But then his fingers find her clit, rubbing firm circles that only double her pleasure. She cries out in surprise, fingers digging deeper into him. He's so surprisingly solid under her grasp, the only thing she's currently using to ground herself. His voice in her ear is enough to break her will to draw this out as long as he'll allow, tightening around him. She lets out one more moan, "Fuck, Ez." Her body pulses, still riding the high of her orgasm.
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One of the best things about Disco Elysium by far is that it does not fear ugly women. The world is full of ugly men, but ugly women are so hard to come by.
#I'm not calling the characters ugly btw#i don't believe any one can be ugly#i do not care for beauty standards and thus i don't rank people based on how âuglyâ or âprettyâ they are#but the characters in DE do not meet the conventional beauty standards and look like actual people with unique faces#and thus would be considered âuglyâ#and that is so important to me. i go feral whenever media represents how people look like in real life and not how they look like in the#fictional parallel universe where everyone is a model and where a majority of the movies take place#because irl you don't have to be a model to be desirable#the most attractive man in any video game I've ever played has a receding hairline and a big nose and thick glasses and a small chin#and not only is representing realistic people. just good. in general. but it makes the character of Dolores Dei stand out so much more which#works for the game so well. she's barely human. she's a deity- a myth- a legend. the only version that exists of her now is the one with#glowing lungs. she's perfectly beautiful because she's inhuman. the fact that everybody else looks so human only highlights how inhuman she#has become yk?#if everyone was as conventionally attractive as her then she wouldn't stand out. we wouldn't get why she's so special.#disco elysium#disco elysium analysis#media analysis#beauty standards#this is only one aspect of how this game portrays real people btw. as someone interested in character design this just immediately stood out#to me#the first time i noticed it was when i first met garte and the second time was when i met ruby because neither are conventionally desirable#oh my fucking god the nerds who complain about a woman with a model face having body hair in a video game would perish if they played this#mainstream game/movie studios catering to western masses could never
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