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CALLING DEAD BOY DETECTIVES FAN ARTISTS!!!
I am not good at art (this is not self deprecating, i donât enjoy drawing and I am good at other things) BUT I have a vision and if someone would indulge me:
THIS. If any one of the brilliant fan artists that we have in this fandom is feeling up to it, I would kill to see this idea done well. I first saw the original post like a month ago and itâs been keeping me up at night ever since
the only trio dynamics that matter:
third wheel / cheerleader who's just kinda there
and innocent bystander to homoerotic violence
bonus points if they're both at once
[image IDs: two digital drawings featuring simple characters, one purple, one blue, and one red. in the first, purple holds and umbrella over the three of them as red and blue make out. in the second, red and blue are embracing and staring intensely into each others' eyes while covered in blood, and purple is walking by surprised in the background while eating a meatball sub. end ID]
#please ignore my terrible drawings#i am not an artist at all#however i am losing sleep over this idea so#also it took me fucking forever to do this for some fucking reason#whatever yall#i really hope this reaches the target audience#dead boy detectives#charles rowland#payneland#dbda#dead boy detective agency#edwin payne#edwin paine#edwin x charles
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Send Nudes
Summary: Chaos ensues after you accidentally send Spencer a nude pic
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!ReaderÂ
Category: Smut
Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) dub-con (Spencer receives an unsolicited nude pic), embarrassment, awkwardness, tension, heavy kissing, male masturbation, oral (fem receiving), handjob, protected penetrative sex
Author's Note: I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins Wrong Recipient Challenge!
Word count: 3.2k
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Panic. Embarrassment. Shame.Â
It was hard to describe what you felt when you stared at your phone, realizing that you had just sent Spencer Reid a nude picture of yourself.Â
It was a mistake, of course â right when you wanted to send him a screenshot of an article, you stumbled over the mess in your apartment and selected the wrong picture. Frozen in place, you watched in horror as the read receipt showed up instantly.Â
Spencer had just seen your naked body light up on the screen of his phone.Â
A picture he never asked for and probably didn't want to see. It wasnât a bad photo, some might even call it aesthetically pleasing. But you had never intended for anyone else to see it. It was just a way for you to make yourself feel good about your body.Â
You contemplated your options. Burning your phone, moving across the country and changing your identity sounded intriguing but difficult to arrange. Instead you decided to text Spencer, hoping that soon youâd both be able to laugh about the embarrassing thing you just did.Â
âI am so sorry about that. I really didn't mean to send that! Can you please delete the pic and forget about it?âÂ
You didn't get a response. Spencer was never great at texting but you had really hoped to hear back from him. It was hard to tell if he felt just as embarrassed or maybe even offended â you certainly wouldn't want to receive unsolicited nude pics either.Â
You had barely gotten any sleep when you walked into work the next morning. Worst case scenarios had plagued your mind all night â from another painful workplace sexual harassment seminar to maybe even losing your job over your mishap â you had no idea what would expect you today.Â
Everything seemed normal when you got to your desk, except for the fact that your favorite coworker didn't even look at you when you walked by him. Spencer usually liked sitting beside you in the conference room and also on the jet, but he did neither of those things that day.Â
âWow you really must have pissed Reid off, huh?â Luke whispered when he sat down beside you on the plane.Â
âDid he say anything to you?â you wanted to know.Â
âNo, he didn't. What did you do? Spill coffee over his favorite chess board?â he teased.Â
âOh itâs so much worse than that,â you whined while heat rushed to your face.Â
Emily decided to discuss the case before Luke could ask more questions. Spencer avoided you for the next couple of hours until you decided you both had suffered enough.Â
A quiet moment in the coffee kitchen of the police precinct seemed good enough to approach him.
âHey Spencer,â you said and noticed how he almost jumped at the sound of your voice.Â
âHâŠhi,â he mumbled, his eyes fixated on the floor.
Stepping closer, he finally looked at you for the first time that day. The rosy shade spreading over his cheeks was impossible to ignore.Â
âIâm very sorry about the⊠you know. I didn't mean to send it but I understand if you feel offended by it,â you sincerely told him.Â
âIâm not⊠offended.â
You took a deep breath before you continued talking, âAll I want to say is⊠if you want to discuss this incident with Emily or even HR, I would understand. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable in any way.âÂ
âNo, itâs okay, really,â he lied. âWe can just forget about it.âÂ
Spencer Reid was good at many things. Lying, however, definitely wasnât his strong suit. You decided to drop the subject for now, aware that talking more about it would probably not make him less uncomfortable.Â
The tension between you two was palpable for the rest of the workday. When you stepped into your hotel room that night, you were relieved to finally have a couple of walls between the two of you.Â
If this thing didn't resolve soon, youâd have to talk to Emily about it eventually. But there was still hope that it wouldn't come to that. The embarrassment about your mishap was already bad enough as is.
The three knocks on your hotel door startled you. With your heart beating uncomfortably fast, you walked over to the door to find Spencer on the other side.Â
He walked into your room without saying a word. Then he began slowly pacing up and down your room, still silent. He looked at you for a second but his sight fell to the floor immediately after that.Â
âI uhâŠâ he began before taking a deep breath. âI lied to you earlier.â
âAbout what?â you wanted to clarify. âWanting to go to HR?âÂ
He shook his head. âI said that we can just forget about it but I donât think I can do that.âÂ
Your heart felt heavy at his words. His discomfort pained you and you wished nothing more than to be able to take it back. âIâm so sorry Spencer.â
âI deleted the image off my phone butâŠâ he paused to finally look at you. The expression written over his face was hard to read. What you didn't find was the discomfort you expected. Instead he looked⊠cocky?
He continued, â...it seems like itâs burned into my brain. And I canât help but wonder, was it really an accident?â
âWhat?! Of course!â you squeaked. âBelieve me, I would never want to send you a picture like that unprompted.â
That was when you saw a subtle smirk on his face. âInteresting choice of words.âÂ
You thought about it for a moment. Had you really just implied that you would want to send him nudes if heâd ask you to?Â
âThat's not what I meant,â you tried to brush it off. âAnd please donât give me a lecture about Freudian slips.â
His presence filled the room and you felt like you couldn't take deep enough breaths to satiate your need for oxygen. His demeanor was so different from what you were used to and you had trouble wrapping your head around it.
His next question was even more surprising. âWho did you take this picture for?âÂ
The undertone in his voice was unsettling and you started feeling defensive. âI donât see how that's any of your business but just for the record, I took it for myself. I do that occasionally to make myself feel good about my body.âÂ
It seemed as if he was content, almost relieved with your answer. You scanned his body language again and replayed his words in your head. Then it hit you all at once. Spencer was not here to scold you for what you did.Â
He was jealous. And he wanted to make sure no one else got to see your picture.Â
A grin formed on your face as you realized that you could play this game too.
Your tone was laced with a certain playfulness when you asked, âWhat did you do after you saw the picture?â
The change of your demeanor seemed to take Spencer by surprise. âI just told you, I deleted it.âÂ
âI don't think that's all you did.â He audibly gulped and you noticed his cheeks taking on a reddish color. Stepping closer to him, you whispered, âDid you touch yourself, Spencer?â
A shaky breath left his mouth before he confessed, âYes.â
âNaughty boy,â You teased him. âYou really liked that image, hm?âÂ
Nodding, he took a step forward until there was barely any space between the two of you. âI can't stop thinking about you.â
His words boosted your confidence. âI know I look great in that pic. But I think I would look even better in this lighting right here, donât you think?âÂ
Before you could bring to action what you had insinuated, you felt Spencer's hands cupping your face to pull you into a kiss. The surprised gasp escaping your throat was muffled by his lips against yours.Â
He kissed you with a fervor that knocked the air out of your lungs. Weakness rushed to your knees and you had to hold onto him to not tumble back. One hand pawed at his shirt while the other one held onto his shoulder. His lips felt soft yet firm against yours.Â
When his tongue begged for entrance, you let it. As he deepened the kiss, you could feel heat rushing through body. A few moments ago you really thought youâd have the upper hand in this game you were playing but now realized you were just as pathetic as he was.Â
Maybe sending him that image was a Freudian slip of some kind. Or maybe it was just some odd plan the universe had to bring you together. Either way, you were grateful for how things turned out.Â
Your hands became curious as they wandered over Spencerâs body. The tingling in your fingertips could only be soothed by feeling his skin underneath them, so they quickly began unbuttoning his shirt. Spencer showed a similar interest in feeling more of you by the way his fingers dropped down to the hem of your shirt.Â
Piece after piece both of your clothes fell to the floor, only ever breaking the kiss for as long as necessary. When you stood completely bare in front of one another, you dared to press your body against his to feel him.Â
It was impossible to tell who moaned first when his length pressed against your stomach. With a firm grip on his shoulders, you moved him back until his legs made contact with the edge of the bed. You pushed down until he sat on the mattress, staring up at you with a curiosity in his eyes that made your heart jump.Â
As you stepped back, his tongue darted out of his mouth to lick over his lips and you wondered if he thought about tasting you. To your surprise, he managed to not break eye contact until you challenged him, âGo on, take a look.â
His sight scanned your body, lingering on your breasts for a second before moving further down, taking everything in. You couldnât hold back from looking at him, too. A rosy color had spread all over his cheeks and chest and when you dared to drop your eyes to his cock, you noticed how it twitched slightly against his thigh.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â he cooed when your eyes met again.Â
âBetter than the image?â you teased, smirking at him.Â
He only nodded before looking at your body again. It was like he was mesmerized, as if a miracle had just unfolded right before him. It became obvious that he was ready to worship you if youâd let him. But first, you had something else in your mind.Â
âShow me exactly what you did when you saw my picture,â you told him.Â
He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. âWh⊠what?âÂ
âDonât be shy now,â you snickered. âCome on, I wanna see how pretty you think I am.âÂ
The sweet smile on your face seemed to encourage him enough to let his right hand move towards his hardness. It was as if he needed reassurance when he found your eyes and you nodded.
He wrapped his fingers around his cock, giving himself a squeeze and you watched as precum spilled over the tip. Slowly, he began moving his fist up and down his length, swiping his thumb over the head each time he got to the top. The groan that slipped from his lips could only be described as absolutely sinful.Â
You couldnât deny how much the sight in front of you turned you on. Spencer was so incredibly beautiful and the thought that your body had the ability to make him feral like that drove you insane.Â
Arousal gathered at your entrance the longer you watched him. This show was no longer enough for you, you needed more. Your hands found the curve of your chest, gently kneading them before your fingers began toying with your hardened peaks. Spencerâs eyes were fixated on your hands, his mouth hanging wide open and unabashedly moaning at the sight while accelerating the pace of his hand.Â
Then suddenly, he stopped and got up from bed. Desperation was written all over his face when he looked at you.Â
âPlease,â he begged as he stepped closer. âI need to touch you.âÂ
It was everything you wanted right then, too.Â
âIâm all yours, Spencer.âÂ
His mouth was on yours in an instant and he didnât waste any time to move you over to the bed to push you onto the mattress. He followed quickly, towering over you as he kissed down your neck, making you moan in anticipation of what would follow.Â
He moved further down your body, kissing and nipping on the tender flesh of your breasts before focusing his attention on your nipples. The sensation was almost unbearable and you could feel how your arousal began coating the insides of your thighs.Â
Spencer smiled against your skin when he noticed you rocking your hips against his leg every so slightly. His confidence grew as he realized that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.Â
âNeedy,â he chuckled as he kissed down your stomach. âThatâs cute.âÂ
Right then you couldnât care less about being in charge, you just wanted to be taken care of. When his lips brushed over your inner thigh, you opened your legs further to give him better access. He lay down between your legs and didnât waste any time before he began leaving feather light kisses against your folds.Â
You watched as he licked his own lips, tasting your essence on them before he found your eyes.Â
âYouâre so wet,â he teased and let a finger move along your slit. âIs that all for me?âÂ
He expected a witty response, like you telling him to bring his mouth to good use for once. So it took him by surprise when you simply sighed, âYes.âÂ
There was no more game to play. No more back and forth of who was in charge. It was just the two of you, equally as desperate to finally do what you both had been dreaming of for weeks.
âGood,â Spencer whispered, his hot breath tickling your core, before he finally granted you some relief.Â
His tongue moved through your folds, collecting your taste before he focussed on your most sensitive spot. He experimented with different motions for a few moments, paying attention to your reactions until he found what you enjoyed the most. Your hand flew to his hair, your fingers intertwining with his curls to hinder him from moving away â even though he had no intention to do so, anyway.Â
With one arm wrapped around your thigh he hindered you from bucking uncontrollably against his face while his other hand found your entrance, letting two fingers slip into you with ease. He moved with great precision, adjusting the angle and the pace according to your reactions, bringing you closer to your breaking point with every second passing.Â
The sounds of your pleasure filled the room as you began dancing along the brink of euphoria. With just a few more skillful motions, he pushed you over it. Your walls pulsed around his fingers while your entire body shook. He worked you through your orgasm before he lay back down beside you, placing a gentle kiss against your lips.Â
You were still panting when you found his eyes. The warm amber of his irises was almost completely swallowed by his pupils, the lust visible in his eyes contradicting the saccharine smile he showed you.Â
âYou okay?â he breathed as he wrapped one arm around your waist.Â
âYeah,â you confirmed while one of your hands moved down his body.Â
Tentatively, you let your fingertips brush along his length, feeling his velvety skin under your touch. âNow what are we gonna do with you?â you purred as you wrapped your fingers tightly around him, making him gasp.Â
With a torturously slow pace, you moved along his cock. âTell me, Spencer. What do you want?âÂ
âI uhmâŠ,â he audibly swallowed. âI have a condom in my pocket.âÂ
The fact that he brought a condom to your hotel room when he came over early amused you. He never had any intention of just talking to you.Â
âSo, you want to fuck me?âÂ
âYes,â he admitted unabashedly. âIf you want that, too, of course.â
With a nod you confirmed that that was exactly what you wanted as well. Right after you let go of him, he grabbed his pants from the floor to take out the foil wrapper. You watched as he ripped it open and carefully rolled down the condom.Â
Then, he kneeled down between your legs, taking a moment to admire the beauty of the woman in front of him.Â
âCome here,â you cooed and he leaned over you without hesitation.Â
Reaching between your bodies, you guided him to your entrance. He closed his eyes when he slowly entered you, relishing the sensation of stretching you open inch by inch. When he was fully inside you, he kissed you before he began moving with slow thrusts.
Wrapping your legs around his hips, you brought him even closer. When he was sure that you could take it, he accelerated his pace, fucking you against the mattress until you were sure you would lose your mind.Â
Spencerâs body began trembling and he suddenly stopped moving.Â
âSorry, Iâm really close,â he whined and tried to pull out slightly.Â
âDonât stop,â you pleaded as you kept him in place with your legs around him. âPlease, I need it.â
One of your hands moved down to where your bodies were joined to desperately draw circles around your little nub, making you clench hard around his hardness.Â
âFuck,â he whimpered as he began moving again. âI canât, ahââÂ
With just a few more deep thrusts Spencer came, his cock twitching inside you as his whole body shook. It was enough to throw you over edge too, entering a state of pure bliss together with him. After you had both come down from your high, you welcomed him inside your embrace, your fingertips gently dancing over his back as he caught his breath.Â
For the sake of getting cleaned up you separated for a few moments, only to lay back down together soon after. A shaky breath fell from Spencerâs lips and caught your attention.Â
âSoâŠ,â he began talking but didnât continue.Â
You propped yourself up on one elbow to find his eyes. âYeah?â
âI wanted to ask if maybeââÂ
âYou want me to send you that pic again?â you interrupted him with a grin on your face.Â
âNo,â he laughed. âI mean⊠thatâs not what I wanted to say.â
Still in a teasing mood, you snickered, âBut you would like to see that pic again?â
âYou know what,â he chuckled as he lifted the blanket to get a peek at your naked body. âI think I actually prefer this.â
âGood,â you chirped. âIf you want to see more of me youâll have to take me on a date though.â
Placing a soft kiss on your lips, he whispered, âDeal.â
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Private session part2 is needed!! We all know Barry can be a dick head and he actually considers adding the having sex with a stripper option to customers when y/n finds out about this she obviously mad and saying no but when rafe finds outs about this heâs obviously mad and goes to Barry pissed saying wtf is this he obviously dose not want y/n to have sex with anyone else but him
Private Session - part two
Part One
Summary: Rafe likes to watch reader while she works as a stripper. He asks for a private session in which he'll pay a large amount for her time. Rafe takes her home and uses her however he pleases. When he finds out Barry has been selling you to customers, he gets jealous, insisting that you must not sleep with anyone else.
Pairings: Stripper!Reader X obsessive!Rafe
Warnings: Rafe is obsessive of reader. Reader is a stripper. Mention of drugs (Rafe and Barry do cocaine), bondage (reader is tied up), p in v, unprotected sex, language, SLIGHT degradation, praise, oral (f receiving), fingering. SMUT SMUT SMUT!
Word Count: 4.8k
Author Note: Hey babes! I got this idea from this GIF , like just imagine he's sitting in the strip club throwing dollar bills at you like that. This fic is NOT proofread, it's almost FIVE AM and I have school tomorrow, well, today I guess...UGH. I just got this request and had to write this!! Also thank you all for the support on part one?!?!?! That's INSANE, I love you guys! I wanted to get this out asap for y'all. Sorry if it's actually shit, I'm so tired and also high. If you see any errors please feel free to correct me kindly! Thanks!
I promise I will work on The Watcher; I just got a bit stuck. Thank you guys for reading, I hope you enjoy! I love you all and stay freaky!
Credits: GIF from this post
Some time has passed since your âprivate sessionâ with Rafe. The first time youâd come back to work after your session with Rafe, Barry had talked to you at the beginning of your shift. Apparently, after seeing how much Rafe paid you for just one hour alone with him, Barry was inspired. He had told you that the club will now be providing a new âserviceâ to well-paying customers. Customers now have the option to have sex with the dancers for the right price. Barry knew better than to sell his girls out for cheap, so the cost is rather high. And thereâs typically only two types of men that have both the means and the money for it: the rich, old sugar daddies who probably canât even get it up on their own and the rich, horny assholes of the island, take Rafe for example.Â
When Barry had told you this, you were pissed. This was not in your job description; youâre a stripper not a hooker. You wanted to yell at him and quit. The issue is that when you got this job, you had signed a contract with Barry stating that youâd have to work there for at least a year or else youâd have to pay a fee. Knowing Barry, itâs a ridiculously large fee, ensuring that no one quit before their year was up. And itâs likely that the contract he made you sign isnât even legal. But you're not going to try and find out, knowing that even if itâs not, that doesnât matter to Barry. Heâll make you pay. And you donât have that kind of money, thatâs why youâre in this position in the first place.
Over the next few weeks, youâve noticed that Rafe hasnât been coming in as much. Not while youâre working at least. The few times he has come in, he hasnât been alone, always coming in with a few other kooks and barely paying any attention to you. Which is definitely not normal for Rafe. You just assume that since heâs had you now, heâs lost his interest. You expected that youâd be relieved when he finally stopped watching you like prey, but now youâre not exactly sure what you feel. Does he not find you attractive anymore? Did he just lose interest after finally getting what it is that he had craved for so long? God, was it just you; did he see who you really are and run in the opposite direction? You knew that whole experience with him was too good to be true.
Youâre snapped out of your thoughts as you hear the door to the back room open. Quickly, you grab one of the dresses hanging in your locker and slip it over you; itâs what Barry told you to wear over your lingerie when you do at-home sessions with clients. You turn, watching as your boss and none other than Rafe Cameron stumble in through the door. Rafe goes quiet, his expression going dead as he lays eyes on you.Â
âLookinâ goodâ, Barry whistles. âWhere you headed, princess?â He asks as he turns away from you, sitting on a chair. Barry leans back in his seat, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small baggie full of white powder. Youâve always ignored his side business, always pretending you donât see any of it. Which is what you do right now. Trying your hardest to ignore the fact heâs preparing a line on the small, glass coffee table, you finish up what youâre doing and close your locker a bit harshly.
âI have a client waiting.â You snap. You walk closer to where Barry is sitting and turn your back to him. âTie me?â You ask, holding your hair up and waiting for him to tie the complex strings of your backless dress. Though heâs currently busy doing a line of cocaine. Without hesitation, Rafe steps closer, his fingers moving to tie your dress. You donât have to see him to know heâs the one tying your dress. Your skin just immediately remembers his touch, causing chills to run down your spine at the flashbacks of that night. Rafe notices your slight shiver and smirks as he tries to figure out how the straps of your dress go. His hands linger on the skin of your lower back for longer than they need to and your breath hitches each time his skin comes into contact with your own.
When heâs done, he sits on the couch across from Barry, facing you. You turn back to them, not bothering to thank him. To be honest, youâre a bit pissed at him for starting this whole sex with customers thing. You know he didnât intend to, but heâs the one who gave Barry the idea.Â
Barry speaks up again as he wipes the excess powder from his nose. âWhen will you be back, I need you out on the floor.âÂ
I canât do fucking everything, you think. Although your words come out much more politely. âItâs an at-home appointment so probably an hour.â Youâve had this client before, he typically finishes pretty quick.Â
You hear Rafeâs loud breathing as he snorts a line which grabs your attention, making you briefly turn your head to look at him. You watch as he leans back, shutting his eyes and inhaling deeply as his high takes over. Rafe slouches in his seat, spreading his legs wide, making you quickly look away. Of course he notices how youâre reacting to him, he always notices everything about you. He crosses his arm and lets out a small sigh.Â
Rafeâs tone is sharp as he cuts in. âAt-home?â He questions, still trying to act as though he doesnât care about the conversation you and Barry were having.Â
Barryâs eyes linger on you for a moment, taking in the sight before turning to look at Rafe. âWe now offer a new service: you can fuck any of âem bitches now.â You make a face at Barryâs words, not liking how he described you and the other girls. Usually heâd never say that in the presence of one of his âbitchesâ, but Rafe and Barry always brought out the worst in each other; their behavior much worse when theyâre together.Â
âWait, what?!â He asks, sitting up a bit before calming himself down. He leans back against the couch, trying to seem all nonchalant. âSo, theyâre hookers?â He questions more calmly as he looks over to you. You recall having to tell him you werenât a hooker the last time you saw him. You scowl, hating that heâs trying to prove you wrong and rub it in.Â
âHookers, bitches, call âem whatever you want. I should thank you for giving me the idea. I mean, do you have any idea how much money this is making me.â Barry boasts. âAnd miss pretty princess over here is our top money maker.â Barry gestures to you as you stand there, waiting for your chance to leave. âShe brings in the most customers. Ainât that right, darlinâ?â You nod. Everytime Barry gets high, he doesnât fucking shut up. Rafe just nods his head dryly, leaning down to snort another line of the white substance from the table.Â
You take this as your queue to leave and you walk out through the door and back into the main part of the club. You walk through the crowd and search for your client. Leaving Rafe with a few moments to think in silence before Barry starts yapping about all the guys youâve been fucking. Rafe is fucking furious with this new addition to the club. He had never intended for Barry to take inspiration from his actions, he just needed you. And now anyone else who wants you, can have you. How is it that you could say that you donât go home with guys often, and turn around and go fuck a bunch of guys for a living right after? Was he just another client to you? Rafe canât take it anymore and decides to take action. He shoots up from his seat on the couch and storms after you.Â
As youâre walking, you feel a hand grip your arm and spin you around. Youâre almost chest to chest with Rafe as he speaks down to you. âWhere the hell are you going?â
âI have a client.â You explain, again.Â
âThe fuck you mean âa clientâ?âÂ
âYouâre not the only one whoâs willing to pay just to fuck me, Rafe.â You say coldly.Â
He chuckles, responding sarcastically as he stares down at you with his wide, dilated eyes. âThought you never went home with random guys?â
âI didnât. Until you gave Barry the idea of selling me out to strangers for a quick buck.â
Rafe sighs, his grip on your arm loosening. âThatâs not what I wanted. I mean câmon, you think I want other guys fucking you?â
The implication in his words shock you, but you try not to read too much into it. Before you get the chance to respond he lets go of your arm, letting out a deep breath and shaking his head. Without question, he pulls his wallet out from his pocket, flipping it open and looking up at you. âHow much is he gonna pay?â You stare at him blankly, confused in what heâs doing. He huffs out a long breath shutting his eyes for a second before bringing one hand up to snap in your face, grabbing your attention. âThe guy, yourâŠâ his hand waves around in the air, gesturing outwards as he momentarily stutters. â...Client, or whatever. How much was he going to pay you?â He speaks more slowly this time, as if youâre stupid or something.Â
âDepends.â You answer. The client youâre supposed to be meeting right now didnât have an exact time planned, but you know how much he typically has the stamina for.Â
He purses his lips, shifting on his feet. âBallpark.â He demands. His gaze darted between your eyes, constantly shifting to look at both.Â
Still confused, you hesitantly respond to his question, stuttering as you speak. â$800.â Immediately, he starts to count the money in his wallet, taking out the eight-hundred and then some. Rafe hands the cash out to you, but you donât take it right away so he tucks it into the low cut neckline of your dress.
âThere, now I take priority.â He takes hold of your arm again and drags you through the club and out into the parking lot. He walks you up to his truck, which you can now recognize. Rafe pulls the passenger door open for you and walks around to his side, climbing in and starting the engine. You know to get in, shutting the door behind you and buckling your seatbelt before looking over at him. Your stomach tightens as his eyes undress you. Rafe finally turns his head away, reaching over his shoulder to grab his seatbelt. Suddenly, itâs like the image registered in his brain and he whipped his head back to you, glaring at your thighs.
You noticed him staring at you, looking down into your lap. The super short dress you were wearing has ridden up, revealing the few hickeys that are spread over your inner thighs. His eyes find the others on your neck as well and he knows he wasnât the one to leave them. You try to keep your customers from leaving hickeys and other marks in your body, but itâs like the more you tell them not to, the more they want to. It makes Rafe almost sick to his stomach when he thinks about kissing you with those marks; marks left on your skin from other men. He canât stand it. Suddenly his mind is filled with images of you fucking other guys, he tries to shake out the thoughts but he canât; theyâre eating away at him. The two lines of cocaine from earlier not helping the situation, it only serves to intensify his anger.Â
As he drives he looks over at you. He starts to rant, his voice booming inside the small tuck cabin. âBet they canât make you cum four fuckinâ times in an hour, can they?â You only slightly jump when he startles you with the increasing volume of his voice. âThey canât fuckinâ touch you like I can, huh?â He glances at the road shortly, then he turns his head back to you. âNobody makes you feel as good as I do, yeah?â He waits for a response.
You catch the hint. âMhmâŠyeah.â You nod, chewing on your bottom lip.
When you get to Tanneyhill, Rafe comes to an abrupt stop in his driveway. He wastes no time before getting out of the truck and rounding the front of it to get to your side. Rafe pulls the passenger seat door open, grabbing ahold of your arm again. He tugs you inside, shutting the door behind you two.Â
As soon as you hear the door shut, his lips are finding yours and attacking them. In the moment, he decides that his bedroom upstairs is too far and he takes you into the kitchen. He continues to kiss you, walking you backwards until your lower hips bump into the counter; in which he grabs your waist and lifts you up to sit on the counter. One of his hands finds its way underneath your dress and between your legs. In quick movements, he tugs your lacy thong down and off of your body. Once they hit the floor, heâs pulling your legs apart; forcing them to spread wide so that youâre exposed and accessible to him. Your pussy grows wet in anticipation of what heâs going to do to you; which is something that none of the other men have been able to make you feel.
Rafe brushes a light hand over your cunt, groaning into your mouth as he discovers how wet you are for him. Not some random guy at the club, but him. He continues to kiss you, swallowing the small moans that try and escape your lips. His hands move to his belt, working on getting it off. Once itâs off, he pulls his jeans down and steps out of them; only breaking the kiss once. The next thing to go in his boxers; he slides them down and lets them pool at his ankles.
With absolutely no warning or further preparation, Rafe slams into you. You choke out a moan, tilting your head back. Rafe starts to kiss the sensitive spot behind your ear just so that your cunt can squeeze around him even tighter as he jackhammers into you. âFuuckâŠso tight.â He groans. âDid anyone else fuck you like this, hm? Did anyone elseâs cock stretch you out like this?â He growls into your ear. His hand snakes around to the back of your head, gathering all your hair and tugging your head back so that you were looking at him. âThat was a fucking question. Fucking answer.â He demands.
âIâŠâ, you cry out as his cock repeatedly hits the extra sensitive spot deep inside you. A spot that nobody else can reach like how he does. âN-noâŠjust you.âÂ
âJust me, what?â He continues, enjoying your struggle to form words as he fucks you at this pace.
âJust you can fuck me like this.â You admit. Youâre not even saying it because he wants you to, but because you can honestly say that nobodyâs ever fucked you like how heâs fucked you.Â
âGood girl.â He praises. He runs a hand through your hair and slows his speed to a very slow, careful pace, admiring your features as your face contorts with pleasure. After about a minute, his hand finds your clit, his fingers rubbing harsh circles as his thrusts speed up to an unbearable pace again. He places a hand on your chest, pushing you down so that youâre laying with your back flat on the counter.Â
The cold counter adds to the intense feeling. He pauses for a moment to pull your shiny, little dress up past your hips to keep it out of the way. When he continues, heâs drilling into you faster than before, giving you the last bit of his anger through his thrusts. Your back begins to arch off the counter, legs wrapping around his waist tightly. And just as youâre about to see stars, Rafe pulls out of you and steps back, pulling his boxers back up from his ankles.
An involuntary whine escapes your lips when his touch leaves you and you sit up on your elbows, trying to figure out why he stopped. Except he doesnât say anything, he just lifts you up, carrying you upstairs and into his bedroom.Â
When you get into his room, he sets you down just before the bed. âShit, I almost forgot.â He mumbles. You furrow your brows and follow his gaze to his bed. On his bed sits a small gift box. You look back at him to find him staring at you. âOpen it.â The demands, his tone almost displaying a small trace of excitement.Â
You look back at the box, taking a few steps closer to the bed. You reach out to flip over the small tag on the box, it reads: âTo: my favorite hookerâ. Your breath hitches. Heâs so frustrating with his persistence of using that word, âhookerâ, when he knows you arenât one. Well, you didnât used to be one. But you have to admit, this seems almostâŠsweet, in a way. Sweet for Rafe anyhow. You fight back your smile as you reach both hands out, carefully lifting the lid off of the box, setting it on the bed. Inside the box lay some very beautiful, intricate lingerie; itâs clearly very expensive, judging on the fact that you canât even pronounce the brand name.Â
Rafe explains, âFor what I ripped last time. I told you Iâd replace it.â
âYou did.â You say, getting lost in his eyes for perhaps a moment too long.
âTake it out.â He instructs and you obey, taking the delicate lingerie out of the gift box. Underneath the set, you find another gift. A vibrating wand as well as some thick ribbon. The vibrator you understand, the ribbonâŠnot so much. You hold some of it up, turning to face him as if asking âwhatâs this for?â. Rafe understands what youâre asking and he responds vaguely. âYouâll see.â Clearly he enjoys keeping you on your toes, and you hate it.Â
After changing into your new lingerie, you exit his bathroom and walk towards his bed. Quickly he has you laying on your back. He takes some ribbon from the box and straddles your waist leaning over you as he ties each of your wrists to a separate bed post. He then did the same with your feet. Now youâre all tied up for him, spread out on the bed and vulnerable.Â
He leans down, hovering over you. He starts to kiss all over your body, his lips finding any open spot of skin on you. He pauses his kisses for a moment, leaning back up enough to look at you. He tells you, âDonât wear this at the club.â Rafe leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your chest. âThis is for me, yeah?â He mumbles, giving you yet another kiss. âMy eyes only.â you nod in response, you agree. This is way too expensive to be wearing to the club.
âYes, yes, only you.â You desperately plead.Â
Rafe chuckles and starts to kiss down your body, He makes a momentary stop at your chest, mouthing over one of your nipples through the thin fabric, his fingers rolling your other nipple between his fingers. His actions elicit a loud moan to escape your lips as your body tenses up, struggling against the restraints. You now understand the ribbon. Last time, he had used rope to tie you up and it would painfully dig into your skin. But the ribbon was soft, not causing pain to be inflicted upon you as your body reacts to his actions. His mouth leaves your breast, moving to the other side, ensuring that it wasnât left out. His hand also switches to pinch at your other nipple.
His mouth starts to travel down your body again as his hand reaches behind him on the bed to grab something. He mouths over your clothed cunt, making you whine and shiver underneath him; still sensitive from when he had teased you earlier on the kitchen counter.Â
You hear a vibrating sound, but before your brain could register what it is, heâs using the new vibrator he bought for you, on you. He presses it firmly against your clit through the fabric of your panties. Your arms tug at the restraints in response, your legs trying, and failing to close. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed and weak. Lying here helpless as he assaults your small bundle of nerves.Â
Rafe pulls your panties to the side, revealing your dripping cunt. He pushes the vibrator directly on your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body at the sensation. âF-fuck!â You cry, your abdominal muscles contracting as your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curl. Rafe leans in, using his tongue to lap up the juices that drip from your slick entrance as he keeps the vibrator steady on your most sensitive part. âRafe!â You scream his name out as you cum, finally seeing the stars you were denied earlier, the build-up making it that much more intense.Â
He pulls the vibrator away, only using his tongue to work you down from your high. When your body starts to relax more, he stops and moves back up your body. He sets the vibrator aside and kisses at your neck, leaving new marks of his own; darker and larger than the others.Â
Youâre still in shock at Rafeâs decision to use a toy on you. You definitely werenât mad about it, thatâs for sure. Itâs just that typical guys wonât want to use a vibrator on you because they want to prove theyâre better all by themselves. Rafeâs definitely good at sex, thatâs just a given fact. But the confidence he has to use a vibrator on you, mixed with his skillâŠheâs fucking incomparable.Â
Rafe unties your wrists, letting your arms fall and relax. Next he moves to untie the ribbon that ties your feet to the bed. Once youâre completely free, he gives you a moment, knowing how tiring that was for your body. He knows you need to recover if he wants to get more orgasms from you tonight.Â
Though you appreciate his generosity, you want to help him out too. So you take him by surprise by placing your hand over his hard cock through his boxers. Except he still manages to be the one surprising you when he speaks. âFuckâŠthat feelsâŠsâso good baby.â He groans, but moves your hand off his dick. âBut let me take care of you, yeah? I know Barryâs got you workinâ a lot, hm? Heard youâve got the most customers, is that right?â He asks, his hands starting to squeeze and massage at you calvesÂ
âMhmâŠâ you agree, closing your eyes in relaxation.Â
Rafeâs hands move to massage your feet, knowing the tall heels youâre always wearing have to be causing you some discomfort. And he knows he assumed correctly when you let out a deep sigh at his touch. âNobody ever takes care of you, hm? Always just taking what they want and giving you nothing?â He leans in closer to your ear and whispers, âI like taking care of you.â Rafe starts to nip softly at your ear, making you moan softly.Â
After a while, his hands leave your feet, moving back up your body. He gently pulls off the lingerie, setting it on the bed beside you two. He takes a moment to revel in the sight of you, taking in what he is lucky enough to have in front of him. One of his hands finds its way to your slimy folds, gently running over your entrance. He gathers some of your slick and brings it up to your clit as he begins to rub it in steady, slow circles.
Finally, he pulls his boxers off. He uses his other hand to hold himself at the base, gently stroking himself a few times as he looks down at you underneath him. Without much more preparation, he pushes himself inside of you. This time, he moves slowly. His mind isn;t clouded from the effects of cocaine and anger anymore, instead he just wants to help you feel good. He wants to take him time, even though youâre likely not going to last long after your previous orgasm.Â
âShit, so fuckinâ wet fâme. Youâre always so wet for me, hm? Such a good girl. Such a good fuckinâ girl.â He groans, his mouth right next to your ear so you can clearly hear all his praises. âMâgonna have to talk to Barry for you. Canât have you fuckinâ those other guys anymore. This pussyâs for me; itâs mine.â His speed gets faster, his pace more erratic as you get closer, your cunt squeezing around him tighter; ultimately bringing him closer to finishing as well. âHm? You hear me?â
âMhmâŠâ you nod eagerly, getting so close to cumming that you can barely form a complete thought. âY-yes Rafe. Yours, fuck! Yours.â
He gathers all your hair, tugging on it so that your neck cocks back, giving him full access to mark it up. He leaves wet, sloppy kisses all over your neck; sucking and biting at your skin. âOnly a slut for me, right? Nobody else, not anymore.â
âYesâŠsure, fuck, okay yeah!â You scream. The recognizable feeling of your stomach tightening just for the band to snap, making your back arch off the bed, pushing your body against his as you reach another orgasm. âOhhâŠnngghhâŠf-fucking shit!â You curse, your hand clawing at his shirt, trying to take it off. Rafe understands what you need and does it for you.
Itâs not long before he gets to his peak with the way you keep squeezing him; so wet that he just slips right in and out. But before he cums, he asks you a final question. âCan I?â,is all he says but itâs enough for you to know what it is that heâs asking. Heâs already done it before, so you donât see the problem, especially not right now. You donât even have it in you to say no even if it was what you wanted,
âMhmâŠplease. Please cum inside me, Rafe. I-I need it.â You admit.
Without wasting another second, Rafeâs movements slow down as he releases his load in you; painting your walls white with his cum. You could feel his warm seed spilling out of you, mixing with your sticky juices. When he pulls out, you feel empty. Your lonely cunt left clenching around nothing.Â
Rafe lies down beside you, wrapping his arms around you. You never had taken Rafe for much of a cuddler, but heâs full of surprises tonight. You return the action, wrapping your arms around him and draping a leg over him.Â
After youâve both had time to recover, you still just lie there, enjoying each other's silent company. But you finally decide to break the silence between you two. âYâknow, I have to admit that it is kinda nice to be with someone who can get it up without taking pills.â You joke truthfully, referring to all the old sugar daddies that pay for your services. Â
Rafe chuckles at your words. He wants to say âI told you soâ, to prove that he knew nobody else made you feel the same as he did, but fights the urge. Instead he just laughs. âOh, I bet.âÂ
âDidâŠdid you mean what you said about talking to Barry?â You ask on a more serious note.
Rafe looks at you, admiring your soft, tired, fucked-out expression as he runs a gentle hand through your hair. âOh yeah, yeah. I can talk to him if you want. He usually listens to me.â
âAnd if he doesnât?â You ask.
âThen Iâll make him.â He reassures you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âI started this, Iâm gonna fix it, okay? So donât worry. You ainât gotta fuck nobody you donât wanna no more, yeah? Howâs that sound?â
âThank you.â You mumble to him, your eyes starting to get heavy and droop shut.Â
âI hope that means youâll still fuck me.â He teases, petting your soft hair as he watches you.Â
You just nod, too exhausted to engage in his jokes. Rafe just smiles softly, appreciating the fact that he has you all sleepy in his bed; his arms. Of all the time he spent watching you and admiring you at the club, he never was able to imagine this moment.
He presses one final kiss to your head before closing his own eyes, pulling you in tighter. âIâll take you back tomorrow, that alright?â
âMhmâŠâ You mumble under your breath, already half asleep.Â
âGoodnight.â He whispers, pulling the covers over the two of you.Â
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Itâs Been a Long, Long Time
Azriel x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: memory loss.
Summary: The last time Azriel had seen his mate was nearly four centuries ago. The bond went silent and for those many years, Azriel believed his mate was dead. As he sits with Elain in her garden, the bond suddenly comes alive once again.
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The day Azriel lost his mate, he was in agony. Not because of the pain, no. It was because of the lack of knowledge if she was alive or not. The bond fell quiet and Azriel could hardly grasp onto it. It was as if he were trying to catch smoke. There was nothing to touch. For years he searched for her, he never wanted to give up. He knew that every moment he waited, she could be in danger.Â
Even long after she disappeared, Azriel still searched. However, as the centuries ticked by, Azriel began to lose hope. He was sure he had searched every possible location. There was no trace of Y/N.Â
Azriel sat with Elain in her garden. He had noticed a positive change in the middle Archeron sister for the past few months. When Rhys tasked him to watch over Elain and help her adjust, he originally hated the idea. But he knew the reason why Rhys had set him the task. It was coming up to the 400th anniversary since Y/N had disappeared.Â
As Azriel looked down at the ring in his hands, he could feel his heart plummet. Even if being around Elain had helped distract himself as she explained all of the flowers to him and their various meanings, the closer it got to the anniversary of Y/Nâs disappearance, Azriel felt himself slip away from everyone and everything.Â
The ring was still beautiful even after all this time. Azriel made sure it was. Despite vowing to never take off her wedding ring, Y/N always took it off before bed, deeming that it was uncomfortable when she rested her head upon her hand to sleep. But the first thing she did every morning was slip the ring back upon her finger. The night she was taken it had been no different except one thing, Azriel had not been there. His job had kept him away for an extra day, and for the first time since they were mated and married, Azriel had not fallen asleep next to Y/N. He had regretted that for four hundred years. The only reminder of her was the ring he found on her bedside cabinet that morning.Â
âAzriel!â The sound of Elainâs voice snapped him out of his thoughts.Â
âSorry?â He lifted his gaze from the ring and met Elainâs.Â
âI asked you what that was,â Elain said, gesturing down to the ring in his hand.Â
Azriel stilled. He never liked speaking about it with anyone but Rhys or Cassian. But seeing how Elainâs eyebrows were furrowed in concern, he could tell that a saddened expression had slipped onto his face.Â
Azriel sighed. âIt was my mateâs wedding ring.â
âMate?â Elain said, her expression falling slightly.Â
Azriel cringed internally. He knew about Elainâs small crush on him. She did not hide it well. Though he did not return her feelings, he still enjoyed her company. With her, she understood when he just wished to sit in silence and when he didnât want to talk, she continued the conversation on her own.Â
Perhaps there was a time where he could have retired her feelings, Elain was rather beautiful, but she would never compare to Y/N. Azriel had never had another relationship after Y/N disappeared. He only ever wanted Y/N and he would only ever want her.Â
âYes,â Azriel said, swallowing hard. âShe- she disappeared four-hundred years ago. I was never able to find her.â
The small hurt expression on Elainâs face changed to one of sympathy. âAzriel, I am so sorry.â
Azriel nodded and looked back at the ring. âI have looked everywhere and there is no trace of her. I have always feltâŠempty since she disappeared. She was part of my soul that I have never gotten back.â
Elain dropped the bulbs she was holding back into her basket. âHow do you know she is not out there? You couldnât have searched everywhere on the planet?â
âI have searched everywhere where it was possible to take her,â Azriel answered. âI have found absolutely nothing.â
âThen believe that she is still out there,â Elain said.
âElain, it has been nearly four-hundred years,â Azriel said. âI gave up hope of her still being alive a long time ago.â
âDo you still love her?â Elain asked.Â
âMore than anything,â Azriel said instantly. âI havenât been with anyone after she disappeared. I tried, about two-hundred years ago but I couldnât do it. It felt so wrong. No one will ever compare to her.â
âThen you shouldnât give up hope,â Elain said. âYou donât give up hope on those you love.â
Azriel did not reply. He simply looked back down at the ring once more. It was centuries old yet it still looked brand new. Azriel made sure that the silver band never tarnished. Made sure that the gem never stopped sparkling. It looked the same as the day he had slipped it onto her finger. Elain, sensing Azriel wished to no longer talk about the topic, returned back to her garden.Â
Ever since Y/N had disappeared, Azriel had always felt like he had lost part of his soul, and he supposed he had. Y/N was everything to him. She was who he lived for. She was the one and only love he ever needed, ever wanted. The night the bond snapped for them was one Azriel would never forget. Even if he tried, he would never be able to forget it. The initial shock then the pure feeling of the love she sent him. For the first time in his life, Azriel knew what it was like to be loved so deeply and unconditionally. It did not matter whether he deserved it or not. When he was with Y/N, none of that mattered. All that mattered was him and her and the fact that they were together.Â
As Azriel tucked the ring back into his breast pocket, a large surge of emotion was brought to life within him. He clutched at his chest. Azriel cried out.
âAzriel?â Elain questioned, shooting to her feet. âAre you okay?â
Her voice was muffled as Azriel continued to claw at his chest. Something was threatening to burst through.Â
âSomething is different,â he forced out.Â
âDo I need to get anyone?â Elain asked.Â
âRhys,â Azriel said. âI need Rhys.â
Elain nodded and ran out of the garden and into the house in search of his brother.
Azriel tried to stand but fell to his knees immediately. He could barely breathe. The pressure in his chest was gradually increasing and he could not place the feeling anywhere.Â
âI have Rhys,â Elain said, rushing back into the garden, Rhys following behind her.Â
âAz, whatâs wrong?â Rhys asked, kneeling down next to him.Â
âI donât know,â Azriel said, breathing heavily. âThere is a pressure in my chest. I donât know what it is.â
âWhat were you doing before it started?â Rhys asked.
âTellingââ Azriel cut himself off as he yelled out. The pressure was becoming worse and Azriel was sure that if he tried to repress it anymore, it would surely kill him. âTelling Elain about Y/N.â
âIs he going to be okay?â Elain asked quietly, standing a small distance away.
âAz, you need to relax,â Rhys said, placing a hand on his shoulder.Â
âI canât,â Azriel said through gritted teeth.Â
âThe pressure will kill you if you donât relax,â Rhys said sternly. âSo, please, relax.â
Azriel met Rhyâs eyes and stopped clawing at his chest. The pain in his chest gradually got worse and worse. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before.Â
âRhys,â Azriel whispered, his voice full of pain. âI canâtâŠâ
ïżœïżœïżœYes you can,â Rhys said. âJust relax, Az.â
Azriel closed his eyes and relaxed his body, letting the pain overtake his body until he cried out once again. However as soon as he cried out, the pain stopped and a new feeling overtook his body. It was overwhelming and Azriel backed away from Rhysâs touch.Â
âAzriel,â Rhys said. âWhat is it?â
âI donât know. I canâtââ
Azriel cut himself off as a familiar feeling rose within him. This time he didnât claw at his chest, he gently placed his hand upon it. The emotions he was feeling werenât his. They were someone elseâs. Azriel hadnât felt this way in a long time. He had forgotten what it felt like. But it felt right.Â
âThe mating bond,â Azriel said. âI feel the mating bond.â
Even Rhys looked shocked as he looked at Azriel. âAre you sure?â
Azriel nodded. âI can feel it. I can feel her, Rhys.â
Tears sprung to Azrielâs eyes. He tugged on that bond that had lain dormant for four hundred years. It was weak though he felt her tug back. Azriel could have sobbed at that feeling alone.Â
âTake me back to my home, Rhys,â Azriel said.Â
The home Azriel shared with Y/N. He hadnât entered it in a long time. He could never bring himself to. Every single time he tried, he couldnât open the door. That house was the home he made with Y/N and Azriel did not want to be there if she wasnât.Â
âAre you sure?â Rhys asked.
âIâm sure,â Azriel said. âShe is there, Rhys. I can feel it.â
Rhys nodded and winnowed them to the outside of Azrielâs home on the outskirts of Velaris. As soon as they arrived, Azriel could already smell the familiar scent of his mate. He pushed away from Rhys and opened the front door.Â
And there she was.
Y/N stood in the middle of the room looking around with her hands on her hips. âYou could have dusted, Az.â
Azriel simply couldnât believe it. âY/N? Are you really here?â
Y/N smiled softly and Azriel nearly collapsed right there. That smile was always in his dreams but seeing it again in personâŠ
Azriel rushed over to her and scooped her in his arms as they both sank to the floor. Azriel couldnât stop the sobs that came from him and neither could Y/N. The bond between them hummed happily. Four hundred years of being apart and now finally being reunited. It was something Azriel had given up on a long time ago.Â
âHow are you here?â Azriel mumbled, his sobs subsided but his tears didnât. âI thought you were dead.â
Y/N pulled away from the hug and cupped Azrielâs cheeks and wiped away the tears. âYou are exactly as I remember. It has been so long since I remembered what you looked like.â
âWhat do you mean?â Azriel asked.Â
Y/N sighed and held onto Azriel tighter, as if she were afraid she was going to be taken once more. âThe night I was taken, I was drugged, they wanted me for my power of healing and I refused to give in. They were bad men and I was not going to help them no matter how hard they tried to convince me. They drugged my food to make me compliant but the only thing I could think about was you and our bond. Once they realised who I was and who I was mated to, they gave me another drug. This time it was one to dampen the power of the mating bond. It made me stop feeling you.â
âI remember that night,â Azriel said. âI thought you blocked it off.â
Y/N shook her head. âOnce the mating bond was dampened, they drugged me with something else. Over time I began to forget things, important things. My name, where I came from, my family, my friendsâŠyou.â
Azriel wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body flush against his. The sound of her heart beating was enough to bring a new surge of tears to his eyes. He never thought he would hear it again.
âThey took me to a place on the continent, an entire city deep below ground with its own artificial sun and moon, whole fields and towns. Once I did not remember anything, they gave me a new identity and a whole new life.âÂ
âYou didnât remember me?â Azriel asked.
âI didnât,â Y/N said sadly, threading her fingers in his hair. âBut I always felt that there was a part of me missing. Even though the mating bond was repressed, I always felt that something was not quite right.â
Azrielâs heart fell. This whole time he had been in agony that his mate had been missing, while she did not remember him at all. âHow did you escape?â he asked.Â
âIf you believe me or not, there are good people in that community, incredible people,â Y/N said. âThey helped me flush the drugs from my system and helped me remember who I once was.â
âThe bond?â Azriel asked. âDid they help with that?â
Y/N shook her head. âOnce the drugs were from my system and I was finally above ground, I felt you. I winnowed back here instantly. Consider me surprised when this house looks exactly the same as when I left four-hundred years ago.â
âI havenât been able to come back here since you were taken,â Azriel whispered, his voice soft and vulnerable.Â
Y/N caressed his face and wiped his tears away. âOh, my darling. I am here now. Only if you still want me, of course.â
Azriel frowned. âWhy wouldnât I want you?â
âAz, my love, it has been four-hundred years. I would understand if you moved on in those years,â Y/N said.Â
Azriel shook his head. âThere has been no one else. I tried almost two centuries ago but I couldnât do it. All I wanted was you.â When Azriel looked at her face again, he nearly burst into tears once more. It had been so long since he had looked into those loving eyes. The type of love he once thought he never deserved. âIf you had found anyone, I would understand. You didnât remember me.â Just that statement alone made Azriel hurt all over again.Â
Y/N sighed a pained noise. âI wonât lie to you and say that there was no one, Azriel. There were a couple of people I have been with over the past four centuries.â
A new surge of tears streamed down Azrielâs cheeks as he gripped onto Y/N tighter.Â
âBut,â she continued, âthere has been no one for many years and no one ever stuck around long. I could never fully commit. It was as if my body knew that it was wrong. I did like a few people but I never loved them. I could never love anyone more than I love you.â
âI never want you to go anywhere again,â Azriel whispered into her hair. âI missed you so much.â
Azrielâs fingers tangled in her hair as he rested his forehead against hers. Her soft breath fanned his face and Azriel swore he could nearly faint. Her scent, her touch, her breath. They were all things Azriel never thought he would ever witness again.Â
âI am never going anywhere again,â Y/N mumbled. âI will remain beside you forever, my love.â
Azriel reluctantly unwrapped one hand from around Y/N and reached into his pocket and pulled out her ring. Y/N gasped once she saw it.Â
âYou kept it?â She asked.
âOf course I kept it,â Azriel said. âI always have it on me. It was the only thing I had that reminded me of you.â
Y/N wiped her tears away as Azriel took her hand gently in hers and slid the ring onto her finger. âPerfect,â he whispered.
Y/N looked him in the eyes. The love she held within them was something Azriel never forgot. He would see them in his dreams and nightmares. It was something he never thought he would see in person again.Â
âCan I kiss you?â Azriel asked, almost afraid of the answer.Â
Y/N smiled. âAz, I am your mate and your wife. There might have been a four century gap in our relationship but those two facts do not change. I love you. Of course you can kiss me. Kiss me until you canât anymore.â
The shadowsinger smiled. âThen Iâm afraid we will be here a while.â
Azriel finally kissed his mate and wife for the first time in four hundred years.Â
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Your writing is so good! If it's not too much trouble, can you write soft loving sex with Las Plagas Leon or any of your favorite Leon's?
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pairing: las plagas! leon kennedy x fem! reader
â Notes: i hope you like this, i was thinking about las plagas leon and him being possessive of you in a cuddly way when he comes back from saving ashley. sorry that it's short, i have a lot going on for me atm!
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†CW: porn with barely any plot, possessive leon, leon sucking and appreciating your tits (he's definitely a boob guy), pet names: sweetheart, baby, my love. p in v (unprotected sex), creampie, fingering & rubbing.
Days passed, worry flooded all over your body as you wondered where your boyfriend was. Although you knew this mission was important in many ways than one - Leon never deserved to be forced into working for the government. However, you couldn't help him in any way but care for him when he came home. Tonight would be different, the Leon that returned wouldn't be the one you knew.
You snuggled yourself onto your couch, the only sounds ringing in your ears was the sound of the wall clock ticking each second. 02:41 AM. Your eyes wouldn't bring themselves to sleep, the constant ideas of what Leon was doing made you shiver in fear. His mission was laced in pure secrecy, nobody but him and the government knew what he was doing. Suddenly, the thoughts in your mind were quickly shut off as you heard keys jingle, a familiar figure yanking them out as he opened the door. He was home. You rapidly lifted yourself up, fumbling the blanket in your hands as your eyes gazed upon Leon. He seemed different. Low groans sporadically came out of his mouth as he threw his duffel bag against the wall, Leon's eyes averted to you. Without hesitation he approached you, wrapping his arms around you. "I missed you... Fuck, you smell good." The feeling of his voice rumbled against the skin of your neck as he nuzzled his head into it. "L-Leon, you should really go rest." A small mewl erupted out of your throat as you slowly caressed his arm, staring upon it. Why was black liquid flowing through his veins?
You tried to pull his head away from your neck, but to no avail. He calmly sucked onto your skin, holding you gently. Leon fought off the feeling of something telling him to lose control, he wanted to make love to you. To caress you in ways where the softest moans would be elicited out of you. Subconsciously, his arms lifted you up for the ground, pulling his face away from your neck. This time, you could focus on the cuts and fresh scars that illustrated all over his face. The dark veins protruding out as he took you upstairs. "Leon? What is up with you?" Your soft voice echoed through his brain, oh how he loved you. How he loved you soft skin against his, the roughness of his own pressing against yours. "What do you mean my love?" His coarse voice juxtaposed his mellow actions towards you, gently placing you down on the shared bed. He stared at your figure with such lust and adoration apparent in his eyes, the way his shirt hugged your curves just right. Your shorts pressing into your plush skin as the movement of his hands slowly crept onto your thighs. Rubbing them tenderly as he gave you a small smile.
"What do you mean? I mean... Look at you. You've got some pattern on your skin." You whispered out as his touch infected you with a burning feeling. An ache pulsing where you needed to be touch - how his hands were so close to your sensitive clit. Was this right? You didn't even know if you knew the man in front of you. Of course it was Leon, your lover, was it really him? "Don't worry about me baby, look at how gorgeous you are." He purred out, slowly lifting up his shirt to see your tits. God, they were perfect. He couldn't help but remove his own shirt, feeling hot in his own skin. Seeing your body was a fuel that he never knew he needed, his veins becoming more prominent in his skin. Spreading all over him, your face still in constant worry. Leon didn't like that. He didn't like that you worried for him, when he felt perfectly fine right? He knew he wasn't okay, the voices still in his head and flashbacks to when he previously just saved Ashley. The government would find some type of cure for him, surely right?
The pads of his fingers fondled with your nipples, his mouth enclosing on one of them as he looked up to see your blissful face. Light moans escaping your throat as your fingers laced themselves into his hair strands - tugging on them just slightly. Leon groaned into your tits, feeling himself jerk into the soft bed you both laid on. He craved you. Your body craved him too as a wet patch formed on your panties, the baby blue colour turning dark as your slick clung on it. Leon's hands moved methodically all over your body, caressing parts that needed him for so long. Until moving them to tug under the waistband of your shorts. "Can I?" He begged, his eyes pleading for you to say yes. A quiet mumble fell out of your lips as you granted him permission to see you. To see that pretty pussy he missed so much. A bite of your lip nearly drove Leon over the edge as he touched the wet spot on your panties. He could smell the sweetness of your pussy calling out to him. Without a thought, he pulled them off.
"L-Leon!" You yelped as you felt his fingers slowly slide into you. "Need to get you ready baby, want to make you feel good with my cock." The squelches of your cunt taking two of his fingers muffled his sentence as he watched them go in and out. A slight curve to his movement causing a loud whine to flood out of your mouth. You could feel yourself starting to gush onto him, needing more of his touch. Leon's other hand interlaced with yours, a sweet look on his face of appreciation as he watched you moan his name out. He was so in love with you. This new profound feeling in him, made him feel different from any other time he was having sex with you. You were his, his craving. A familiar feeling bubbled up in your chest as you felt the pad of his thumb rub on your little clit. "O-oh Leon..." A mellow moan left you as you shook in his touch, your orgasm gushing out. "That's my good girl... Yeah, cum on my fingers." His praises inundated you. You desired this, as much as he desired you.
Leon made quick work of his pants as he unbuckled his belt, removing the cargos that he used in his rampage in Spain. A wet spot standing out on his boxers where his tip leaked out it's pre-cum. Your eyes followed his hand as he pulled his cock out, it was beaming a harsh pink colour. Impulsively, you sat up and reached out for it. A gasp hushed out Leon's lips as he moaned into his hand, feeling your hand rub his hard cock. "Fuck... Baby please I can't do this anymore." A soft smile appeared on your face as he took it into his own hands, positioning himself in front of your entrance. A slow but steady thrust left you both panting as he rutted himself into you.
"Oh my.. fuck, you feel so good sweetheart." Leon whimpered out as he placed his hands on your hips, staring into your eyes as his thighs tapped against yours. He didn't want to fuck you, he wanted to make love. You were his pretty girl, the one he loved so dear and if it meant holding back his own urges for your pleasure, he would do it in a heartbeat. The eye contact shared between you and Leon made you shy; you covered your face, just to have your hands softly removed by your lovers. "Let me see you.. please you're so pretty like this." His lips pressed against yours, moans rung out between the both of you. Creating a melody filled with raw passion as his thrusts became deeper. Your eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy as you felt yourself shake.
"H-Honey.." you whimpered as your hands scrunched the sheets beneath you. The soft cotton rubbing against you as Leon admired your body. His fingers found their way to your clit again as he started to rub it. "Cum on my cock, cum f'me." His voice turned raspy as his dick throbbed inside of you. The pitch of your moans heightened as you felt a sensation that burned so good, the coil in you snapping as your orgasm rushed over you. Making you chant Leon's name as he felt his thighs starting to shake from pure pleasure. Leon watched his dick move in and out of you, a sheer film of sweat forming on his forehead as he felt his release coming. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum. Need to fill this tight pussy up." His head fell back, the strands of his hair sticking to his forehead, the black veins spread all over his body as his load filled you up. A warm feeling loaded into you as he slid his cock out. Seeing some of his cum drip out of you with a silly grin on his face.
"We need to get you checked up Leon.." You mumbled, tracing a dark line down his face. "Tomorrow sweetheart.. Let me hold you." A gentle smile formed on his face as he stared at your blissed out body.
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Cockwarming g!p kkura while she's playing a game >.< !!
the most asked fic but can never get enough of!!!1!1! đ«đ
also i apologize for the cringe title but ahem i didnt have any fucking ideas... also i think it looks a bit rushed?? idk đ
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âMe or the PS5?â
g!p (sub? dom? who am i) Sakura Miyawaki x female reader
Smut (+ crumb of angst?)
Cockwarming
Making out
Marking (hickeys...)
Dirty talk
Cock riding
Mentions of pregnancy (?)
Pet names:3
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"Seriously, you're starting to piss me off, Kkura."
"Look, I'm sorry, I kn-"
"I don't wanna hear it!"
Well, you were fuming. Sakura's schedule was full as always and she comes home when you're asleep; you practically never see her. Until tonight, you were somehow able to stay awake â or it's just that she came home slightly earlier â and you had to confront her about this.
"I'm tired, you know? I feel like I'm alone in this house."
"I understand, Y/N. But I can't-"
"This isn't only for me, Kkura, you're tiring yourself too! Is there really no way you can-"
"No! Okay? I can't! It's how my schedule is, being an idol isn't easy!"
Her sudden outburst made you feel guilty. It's true, you were kind of selfish and wanted her all to yourself- but wait, were you selfish? You weren't seeing her at all! However, you were also looking after her, so...
You both sigh, Sakura rubbing her temples. She was tired, like you, and you had to do something about it.
"Can we... Just go to sleep? I'm tired."
You unclench your fists and nod quietly, both of you heading upstairs.
Days pass and you never really spoke about the situation anymore since Sakura's outburst was the thing that shut you up. But then one afternoon, you come back from the grocery store and enter the house to sound...? Faint music?
You slowly make your way upstairs and-
"Wha..."
Sakura, right there, on your bed, playing a game with a PS5 controller in her hands.
"Kkura?"
"Oh, hey, baby."
"Why are you home so early?"
Sakura explains that she took what you said about tiring herself out into consideration and decided to ask for a day or two off, which actually made you quite surprised.
"...so... You took days off to game?"
Sakura laughs.
"You weren't home, so, heh- I was just enjoying myself."
"Since you're here, can we cuddle, please? I missed you so much."
Sakura smiles guiltily.
"Can I... Finish this round first...?
You climb on the bed and smack her shoulder.
"Are you serious?! Sakura! Come on!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Just... Please, I'm so close."
"Close to what?!"
"Finishing!"
You look at the screen, and she's at the second phase of some boss fight. You look back at your focused girlfriend, pouting.
"So it's the PS5 you're choosing over me?"
"Love, don't be like that... I'll do whatever you want after this, promise."
You smirk.
"You know, cuddles can wait, but... I kinda wanna punish you."
"Uh... Huh?"
"How 'bout you finish that game while I make you finish inside me?"
As the boss does some long animation for a super attack, Sakura looks at you, her cheeks flushed as you pull down her pants and boxers in one go.
"You're not gonna give me head while playing, right? You're not that evil..."
She gulps, preparing herself as the animation is almost over, no longer looking at you.
"Nah, I'm planning on doing something much worse."
That made Sakura's mind 'unfocus' and she barely dodges the attack, making her heart skip a beat at the fear of almost losing to that. While she was panicking, you were already undressed, sitting on her cock and taking it all at once.
"Fuck- Y/N! You-"
"Shhh, don't focus on me now, or you might lose~"
Sakura groans, tilting her head to the side as she wraps her arms around you, controller on your back as you hug her. Your hands slide inside her oversized shirt, roaming on her creamy back, making her shiver because they were cold.
Your lips find their way on her neck, kissing the warm skin. Sakura's mouth being next to your ear made you hear every single breath and whimper and gasp and moan, literally any sound she made.
"Y/N- Since when did you become so tight?"
"That's because you aren't fucking me so often."
As the third phase begins, you hear Sakura moan as you suck a hickey on her neck then she giggles.
"So you're saying you want me to fuck you more?"
You clench around her cock at her words, smirking as you lick the mark you just gave her. You definitely missed feeling her cock hitting you deep inside your pussy, and the memories coming back to you made you feel all hot and sweaty.
"Maybe~"
You plant a kiss on her cheek, teasingly clenching around her dick. She was so focused on her game, it made you wonder how she didn't just throw her controller and started fucking you yet. She must really like her game...
Your hands snake up to her chest, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, it just made the whole thing much easier for you. You squeeze her breasts, rolling her nipples between your fingers. You just do that for a few moments, hearing Sakura moan and squirm underneath you. And then, a cutscene comes up.
"Your lips look so dry, baby."
"So?"
"How about I take care of them for you, mm?"
And with that, you pull her in a deep kiss, to which she surprisingly doesn't hesitate. Controller in one hand, she runs her second one down to your ass, squeezing one of your cheeks as she lifts you up maybe like one millimeter, then back down, as if telling you to fuck yourself on her dick. But you don't, kissing her even harder now.
"That desperate?"
"Fuck you."
It was now her turn to squeeze your breasts, taking one in hand but having difficulties to squeeze it correctly because of your bra. Unfortunately, she couldn't remove it as she couldn't risk both her hands being busy.
It was kinda funny if you think about it; both of you are just making out while you grind on her cock with random people talking in the background because of Sakura's game.
Sakura now runs her hand on your back, pulling you closer to her body as she feels you clench and clench around her nonstop. You could feel her smirk against your lips, and you couldn't help but smirk back.
It was true she might lose this game because of you, but... She would enjoy the way you're making her lose.
"You're always unsatisfied, Y/N."
"Can you blame me?"
She scoffs and thrusts upwards, making you gasp and tighten your grip around her. The cutscene was finally over so the game gained her focus again, leaving you breathless and dangerously close to cumming. You could tell she was also close by how big her cock became.
"K-Kku...~"
"Ngh- Just a second..."
"Please... Please, let me...~"
Your needy and hot voice in her ear made her gush out more precum inside you that you can assume she already came, but she didn't. All you could hear were your joint heartbeats, heavy breathing, soft moans and game sound effects.
"Sakura-"
"Y/N, just a minute."
"Please, so close~"
"Fuck, Y/N..."
"Cum inside me..."
Sakura's sick throbbed at that, and you moan at the feeling.
"Please... Please, just lose, I'll help you beat that level, you know I'm good at it..."
Well, it wasn't a lie, but Sakura stays stubborn. You jolt your hips forward, making Sakura moan.
"Damnit! Y/N, I-"
"Please, I'm a good girl...~"
You kept begging, but she wasn't listening. Just ignoring you seemed like a good plan to her, but little did you know it was so hard to ignore you.
You gave up, honestly. You knew how Sakura was with her games.
"You're really making me wait..."
"I'm gonna beat it."
"I told you I'd help you, I just wanna cum..."
"I know you don't like the game, that's why I'm beating it now."
You pause to process her words, blushing slightly. Did Sakura really just make you wait for that? Well, it was sweet, you had to say that.
And then, what seemed like an eternity, she beat the game, a golden 'Victory' appearing on the screen. Quickly, she goes back to the main menu and tosses the controller on the other side of the bed, holding your hips and slamming you down on her cock.
"Aaah~! Fuck! You could've warned me!"
"Sorry, princess, but I'm getting damn impatient here~"
Your whole body was bouncing; head, breasts, ass... The perfect view for Sakura. She loved seeing you go wild on her cock.
"So, you wanna cum, huh? Cum for me, baby."
"C-Cum inside me, please, please..."
"Aww, missed my cum? Don't worry, pretty, I'm gonna fill you up good."
Continuing her assault on your pussy, she forces your upper body down to give you a hickey as she starts grinding you back and forth on her length.
"There, we're equal now~"
You'd smile, embarrassed, meeting her lips in another heated kiss. Hands everywhere, she smacks your ass twice, full palms on cheeks, causing loud slapping sounds to echo in the room. Gosh, you loved that.
Your tongues were wrapped around one another, your lips red and sore as you continue your make out session.
"I... I c-can't take anymore~"
"Mm? Okay~"
She breaks the kiss and starts fucking you again â well, forcing you to ride her cock, actually â feeling your cunt tighten and soak her dick.
"I'm gonna fill you up real good."
She looks deep into your eyes.
"Gonna let you have my kids, how 'bout that?"
"Fuck, Kkura, give them to me!"
With one last thrust, she makes you sit on her lap, balls deep inside you as she explodes, releasing all her cum in your cunt. You cum around her, soaking her lap and dick, both of you moaning so loud, your voice cracking like crazy.
You collapse on top of her as she lays down on her back, her cock slipping out of you because you were so damn wet. She chuckles.
"Like the background music? It's really romantic, mm?"
The 'action' hype music along with her sarcasm makes you chuckle in turn.
"Definitely."
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me and the PS5 least you know where I'ma be at night đŁïž
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The Surprise [Higuruma Hiromi]
an: itâs 2am and here I am posting this smut-filled fic because I canât sleep and I canât stop thinking about this man. p.s. requests are open for Higuruma specifically so drop me an ask if you wanna give me some ideas for everyoneâs favourite lawyer!
pairing: Higuruma Hiromi x female reader
warnings: lingerie, pussy drunk Hiromi (itâs canon donât fight me), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap it folks) and other goodies
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âWill that be everything for you today?â The cheery assistant asked offering a genuine smile whilst they rang through your purchases and packed them carefully into a neat little box.
Your stomach fluttered with the thought of what might transpire this coming weekend, a long-planned weekend that couldnât arrive quick enough. The delicate tissue paper wrapped around the items inside the box before the assistant closed it over, tied a ribbon securely and placed it in a paper bag.
âYes, thatâs it. Thank you for your help earlier, I appreciate it!â
With a bounce in your step and a sizeable dent in your bank balance, you exited the boutique store to daydream about your husbandâs reaction to your little splurge. Neither of you were accustomed to dropping large sums of money so randomly, both believing that an air of caution and frugality would see you through any potential storms on the horizon, but you had walked past this store so many times and finally been tempted into their den of sinful delights.
Inclusive-sized mannequins displayed a range of differently styled lingerie, from demure bridal wear to raunchy strips of leather and wide mesh that would leave very little to the imagination. At first, you were convinced it would only be window shopping, however, when you spied an elegant-looking black bodysuit that seemed like it would hold all your bits in without compromising the sex appeal element, it was game over.
Once you were interested, the friendly young assistant swooped in and soon you were trying it on in the fancy dressing room. The lighting was complimenting rather than garishly fluorescent, and the lull of soft, sensual music added to the overall experience, one you were rather enjoying. The strapless bodysuit hugged your curves and accentuated your dĂ©colletage nicely. Clearly, it was designed by scientists to support your breasts without cumbersome straps, and you silently praised their ingenuity. Paired with crotchless fishnet tights that you could secure beneath the suitâa suggestion from your enthusiastic little helperâyou knew that Hiromi would likely lose his mind and you couldnât wait.
Your poor, overworked and perpetually exhausted husband had been burning the candle at both ends for the past nearly four months, neck deep in a case that if he were to win would be a monumental victory in his career. In support, you packed him off every morning with a full lunch consisting of his favourite foods, mostly to encourage him to actually eat instead of consuming mug after mug of rancid instant coffee. In your evenings, you helped him go over witness testimonies, read over his arguments for clarity, and did everything you could to lighten his load around the house. It wouldnât be a permanent arrangement, you both knew that, and to say he appreciated your support was an understatement.
Thatâs why when he told you that it was all drawing to a conclusion and that he was cautiously optimistic it would end in his favour, you revelled in that knowledge. Whether it did come to fruition or not, his weekend would be free, and he promised to spend some real quality time with you without the cloud of looming work. There was nothing more he could do, no more past cases he could study and the thought of basking in his undivided attention warmed your heart and soul.
With two days remaining before your scheduled weekend plans to do absolutely nothing but relax and unwind in each otherâs presence, you again peeked at the box youâd tucked into your side of the wardrobe, away from prying eyes. Maybe it was a bout of nerves, a moment of body consciousness, that made you pull your surprise out to examine the contents. Whatever it was, you worried your bottom lip once the intimate outfit was laid out on the bedspread.
âWhat was I thinking⊠this is too much,â you quietly scolded yourself.
Flopping beside the expensive scraps of fabric, you brushed a palm down your face and reminded yourself that you looked fucking divine in the changing room of the boutique, so why would it be any different now? More so, you knew deep in your heart that Hiromi adored you and thought you were a goddess, one he claimed he didnât deserve.
A few moments later, you stood in front of the mirrored wardrobe to scrutinise your reflection. Your eyes narrowed as you tugged the sweetheart cups into place and felt the soft squish of your breast jiggle inside. Turning to the side, a hand ran the length of your torso with a grin unfurling at the tight hug of the sheer-panelled fabric. Damn, your backside looked real good from this angle. But maybe the fishnets were too much, you mused, turning this way and that.
You ran your fingers through your hair, wondering if you should try to style it, maybe give it some more volume and texture. It was at that moment, whilst making kissy faces at your reflection with your hands scrunching handfuls of your hair and up on your tippy toes to extend the length of your legs, that the bedroom door opened, and you froze like a deer in headlights.
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Higuruma Hiromi was on cloud nine. Not only had he won a career-defining case against all the odds, but the judge had also taken less time to deliberate than anyone expected they would. After a hearty swig of celebratory champagne drank from crappy paper cups with his partner and their secretaries, he was on the first train home to truly celebrate with the only person that matteredâyou.
What he didnât expect to find when he entered the house as stealthily as he could manage was the vision of you standing in the middle of the bedroom looking like one of the pin-up models from the magazines he would hide under his mattress as a young man.
Like a slightly tipsy house cat, he tiptoed his way through the rooms, listening for signs of you and driving straight towards the bedroom to surprise you with his unannounced return. The door bounced open on its hinges and he stood, shell-shocked for a moment before it turned to white-hot appreciation.
You looked beautiful, stunning, breathtaking even. There werenât enough colourful adjectives for how he felt about you at any given time, but right now, modelling a black bodysuit that hugged both your butt and your breasts, he was entirely dumbstruck. Hiromi didnât know where to look, or whether youâd rather he look away given your strangled yelp of surprise at his sudden appearance. You made no effort to cover yourself or shove him out the door, no, you both faced one another as if neither of you knew what to do or say.
His eyes continued to betray him, slowly caressing the length of your figure and finding new things to appreciate; the sweetheart cups, the gauzy panels that allowed him glimpses of your skin beneath, and not to mention the fishnet tights. He hadnât seen you wear anything like those since your dating years, and he had forgotten how much he missed them, or how many he had ruined by ripping through the gusset in his haste.
âWhat are you doing home?â You glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and back to your husband, heat filling your face but something else followed on the tails of your embarrassment, something more pleasant.
Hiromi ran this thumb over his mouth, gaze pointedly fixed on your chest, and you cleared your throat with emphasis until he finally met your eye and the arch of your eyebrow. Already his neck looked red, like a rash had spread from below the collar of his shirt and travelled towards his jaw. If you could describe a person as having hearts for eyes, it would be one Higuruma Hiromi and you adored him for his open adoration.
âWe⊠I won,â he managed weakly, smiling as if coming out of a daze and you blinked for a moment while processing the words.
âYou won?â
He chuckled. âI won.â
A wealth of emotions passed over your face until you ended with ecstatic pride, tears near pricking your eyes as you launched yourself into his arms and peppered his cheeks and nose with enough kisses to make him blush more furiously. His hands settled on your hips, his touch more hesitant than you would expect given the circumstances and you pulled back to give him a questioning look.
âWhatâs wrong? I thought youâd be more excited than this.â
âDarlingâŠâ he started, skimming his fingertips up and down your sides before rounding to your full backside and squeezing as he spoke. âWhatâs this?â
In your joy, you had forgotten that Hiromi had walked in on you wearing the lingerie that was meant to be for this weekend and meant to be a surprise. You guessed it still had been, although not the one you planned. âOh, just a little something to show my hardworking man that I love and adore him. Nothing much.â
âNothing muchâŠâ he repeated in a disbelieving whisper. A finger ran the length of your spine, from the top of your backside to near the base of your skull, dragging it slowly and watching you shudder beneath his deliberate touch. Your shoulder blades shifted, pushing your chest out further and into his, which earned you a groan of appreciation.
âI wouldnât call this nothing much. You look like a wet dream come to life.â
He walked you backwards, the scent of champagne hot on his breath and your stomach curled into a mass of twisted anticipationâheavy in the depths of your belly. Your thighs crashed into the edge of the bed and Hiromi used your moment of imbalance to shove you atop, quickly shucking out of his jacket and crawling over you.
âHiromi,â you squeaked between peals of laughter. The man in question only hummed in response, his hooded eyes heavy with nothing that spoke of fatigue. The whisky colour of his eyes appeared blown almost completely black by the dilation of his pupils, and he licked over his lips in what looked like anticipation of a hearty meal.
That meal was youâŠ
Any protest you might have offered died in your throat when he claimed your mouth like a man possessed. His tongue curled over your teeth, pushing the memory of champagne into the space he dominated and greedily swallowing your answering moan. His forearms bracketed your head, keeping you caged and unable to run from him, not that you had any desire to, not when you could feel the press of his cock thickening against your lower half.
Loosening the knot of his tie with one finger, you took the moment to grab fistfuls of the shirt at his back, tugging the tails out of his trousers and sliding your palms beneath the starched surface to scratch along his spine. Hiromi shuddered, the disconnect of your lips an audible pop that left a web of saliva between you, only breaking with a quick swipe of your pink tongue.
âI donât even have my make-up or hair done, you beast!â The half-hearted protest fell on deaf ears, or so you thought when his mouth moved to your neck and down to your collarbone, sucking little blooming lovebites on his journey. When he reached the abundant swell of your breasts, he glanced up whilst his tongue pathed across the top of your left breast, dipping into the valley between and then resuming the path over the right.
âYou think I need face paint or styled hair to love you more? Fuck, sweetheart⊠I nearly came in my briefs the minute I opened the door.â The length of his aquiline nose nudged between your breasts, nuzzling the soft mounds like a cat warming by the fire. Carding your fingers through his hair, you wriggled beneath him and let out a breathy sigh, the weight and conviction of his love settling over you in perfect comfort. There would be no more argument from you, and Hiromi won for the second time that day.
With methodical slowness he kissed his way down your body, stopping to lave the sheer panels at either side of your abdomen and forcing you to arch from the warm sensation of his eager tongue. Youâd barely managed to get his shirt off his shoulders before he was exploring you like this was his first time with your body. The white button-up hung down his back, sleeves caught by his elbows, and he made no move to strip it off much to your annoyance.
He stopped abruptly when he reached your pelvic mound, chin resting there whilst his fingers trailed the arch of your foot, up the inside of your calf and tickled behind your knee. âStop that, mister!â You scolded with laughter threatening to bubble out.
âSpread âem and I will,â he challenged with a smirk.
The space between your freshly parted thighs became his home, an arm wound around your hip pawing at the fat of your thigh and the line where it met your arse, eliciting shivers that rippled over your skin like a calm lake disturbed by a skimming stone. He fingered the two snaps that kept the bodysuit in place, stroking firmly over your clothed cunt and pushing the barrier deeper until it started to feel sticky from your arousal. Looking all too smug, he freed the snaps with a grunt of satisfaction, sure that his next step would be to rip through the gusset of your raunchy fishnets so he could taste you. That moment never came.
You felt the vibration shudder through your husband, his head falling forward to obscure what you could see of his face, and you rocked your hips back and forth in invitation. The cool air of the room contrasted by the hot fan of his breath on your slit made you clench around a disappointing nothing, frowning at his sudden pause.
For a long moment, there was only silence. When he looked up, his expression nearly stole your breath. Thick black eyebrows pinched together, visible strain around his drooped eyes and a throaty whine made your pussy flutter with need. This was the Hiromi that only came out to play every now and again. The one who would wring you like a wet dish towel for just one more orgasm, one more mouthful of your hot nectar.
âCrotchless, really?â he murmured, dragging a finger across your puffy folds where the thin membrane of the tights should have resided and you nearly jolted upwards to the ceiling, having forgotten that little fact in the heat of the moment.
Cupping his cheek in your palm, you gave a cheeky wink. âDonât think Iâve forgotten about all the pairs of tights youâve ruined over the years. These were just a⊠precaution.â Hiromi groaned, thrusting his face into your pussy without warning. The flat of his tongue ran the length of you, making you perfectly slippery in mere seconds, only for the tip of the wet muscle to fuck into your entrance immediately.
âOh, fuck⊠Hiro!â
You yanked great tufts of his hair to no avail; he was lost to eating you out like a man starved. The prominent slope of his nose slid back and forth across your bundle of nerves, and it lit up your insides like the continuous explosion of miniature firecrackers.
Whining from his sudden onslaught, you tried to run by easing up the bed, but your attempts were shot down in flames by sharp insistent tugs of your hips. Hiromi was enthusiastic at the best of times when it came to going down on you, but it was nothing compared to right now. The wet squelching sucks of his lips and tongue flooded the bedroom, only being accompanied by your decadent moans and panting breaths as you tried not to lose your sanity entirely.
Hiromi was lost in you; the scent of your favourite body wash, the taste of your arousal when it trickled from your core mixed with the slight salt of your skin, the plush silk of your thighs beneath his prodding fingertips and the unrestrained noises that caressed his ears.
He almost missed your orgasm so clouded was his mind in the quest to turn you into a puddle of liquid goo for only his consumption. The wave of it crested through the length of your body, vibrating every limb and twitching each nerve ending. Your spine arched from the unmade sheets, the hand coiled tight in Hiromiâs hair spasming and tugging without even meaning to and thatâs when he noticed. Without missing a beat, he wrapped his lips around your pulsing clit and sucked it deeper into his mouth.
Stars winked into your vision at being thrust from one orgasm directly into another so violently. Your pussy fluttered ceaselessly, a craving deep in your gut to be filled at all costs, yet right now all you could do was hold on for dear life whilst you bucked and rutted against your husbandâs face, wetting it thoroughly. He nosed at your quaking thigh, sharp incisors nipping your yielding flesh until you yelped and tried to close your legs without success.
You became aware of movement, the absence of shoulders beneath your thighs and you blinked to find a desperate predator stripping off his clothes whilst prowling back and forth at the foot of the bed. Hiromi grasped his cock, tugging it down to the base to spread the leaked precum that continued to dribble from his cockhead. If you didnât know any better, youâd think he had already cum, but he was always the excitable type who would leak and leak until you did something about it, usually opting to take him down your throat until he convulsed and spilt everything he had to offer.
Your hand trailed lower down your body, fingers playing in the spit-soaked mess heâd left behind in his hurry to stand and strip. Hiromi whined; head cocked to the side as he watched you play idly with your puffy lips flooded with the surge of blood and circling your pert little pearl. He fucked his fist harder, the other hand rolling his heavy balls until his stomach sucked in and your nostrils flared in warning.
âCâmere mister lawyer, I donât want you wasting your orgasm when it could be filling me nicely.â
How quickly the tables could turn. One minute he was the predator, pawing and demanding, taking what he wanted without question, and the next he was the prey. Trapped on his back with cheeks a ruddy hue and eyes that begged for clemency. Your much small hand encased his dick, twisting your palm on each upward stroke while you straddled him and rocked yourself against the balls heâd just been palming.
His hands shook with restraint as they reached for your breasts, filling his broad palms and massaging them until you dipped low to claim his lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue, in his mouth and the sensation empowered you, fucking his throbbing cock through your folds until he twitched and whimpered some more.
âPlease⊠fuck. Need to be inside. Might not last. God, youâre so fucking sexy. Donât deserve you.â Hiromi babbled every syllable, sounding drunk when there was little to no alcohol left in his system.
His fingertips dipped inside the cups of your bodysuit, tweaking at your nipples and you indulged his silent request by allowing him to fold the cups down and let the spill of your tits fill his face. With renewed vigour and enthusiasm, he mouthed at you and ran his tongue in circles around your nipples one at a time.
You keened at the familiar sensation, swept away by a current of pure indulgence when he moved to suckle you. It was the perfect moment to strike, with Hiromi distracted in flicking his tongue over and over, round and round your swollen bud, you guided him to notch at your entrance and slowly sank onto his needy dick. He grunted; his grip tightening on your waist, but he refused to come up for air, continuing to nudge his nose into your breast, lips pulling the nipple taut until he finally released with a gasp.
âFuck, I love you. I love you more than I can express.â
Hiromi worshipped you with his gaze, eyes full of devotion and unbridled passion whilst you rode him steadily. The sticky pap pap pap of your pelvis meeting his was the soundtrack to your lovemaking, because beneath the sexy lingerie and the ideas you had planned for the weekend, thatâs what this was and always would be. You knew he didnât need the extra faff to love you with his whole heart. You knew that he was aroused by you simply walking through the kitchen in a pair of his boxers.
You knew he loved you for you.
His dappled cheeks darkened further, the furrow of his brow telling of how he was trying to stave off his release, but you wanted him as undone as you had been, and you would not be denied. Leaning forward, your palms found purchase on his shoulders, breasts bouncing freely in time with your hips, and you squeezed around his shaft until the vein in his temple popped and he let out a guttural groan.
Hiromi grabbed around your middle, flipping you up and over so that he could thrust himself into overstimulation without hindrance. Pressing your thighs to your chest, you heard the telltale rip and knew that another pair of tights had fallen victim to Higuruma Hiromi despite your best efforts to keep them safe. His swollen cock pumped thick spurts of his milky cum against your cervix, filling you to the brim yet continuing to sloppily thrust in and out.
â-cum again⊠gottaâfuckkk. Youâre so tight,â he bit through the words, fighting the steady burn of overstimulation to see you orgasm for the third time and you were close. A glob of spit landed against your clit, thick fingers shaking from exertion rubbing the frothy mess into you with insistent motions. He was a man possessed, falling apart for him was as easy as drawing breath and he caught you on your free fall.
You chanted his name in some semblance of a prayer, thrashing and clawing at anything you could reach until you milked him again and he lost the ability to hold himself up. Hiromi fell atop you, his face pressed into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, hot shuddering moans stifled by his mouth on your neck while he weakly tried to bear some of his weight onto an arm.
âStop squirming, youâre not that heavy, Hiro,â you teased with a light slap against his back.
Once you could both speak without sounding winded, you combed your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, moving the strands that stuck to his forehead away until you could trace his eyebrows, his jaw, and the bridge of his nose. âYâknow⊠you ripped my tightsâagain.â
Hiromi chuckled, rubbing his cheek against your chest. âI did, and Iâd do it again. Maybe give them a miss if we do this again, hm?â
âYou liked the surprise then?â
âI already told you that I did, not that I needed it. All I ever need is you.â
It was your turn to chuckle, booping the tip of his nose. âMaybe when I show you the receipt, youâll change your tune.â
â⊠sweetheart. How much did it cost? Donât roll away, missy! Answer my question. Hey. Hey! You have to answer the lawyer when they ask a question.â
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⥠tw: pregnancy symptoms. fluff, a lot of fluff. ⥠wc: mini scenarios ~3k total. ⥠coming next in part two â kisuke, shuuhei, shinji, ichigo, ryuuken â you can request for others.
ïżœïżœđąđłđđ§ đđšđŹđźđ€đ. The man that has everything planned, widened  his chocolate orbs once the unexpected happened. It didnât take him much to discover the truth, not because you wanted to hide it but because it was clear to him. Your body had changed; the little differences in your physique didnât match the characteristics he had studied so exhaustingly about you. Those werenât normal fluctuations in weight nor your cups size. But mostly, he noticed it on the way your hips slightly began to adapt to prepare for nine months ahead. Something that, inside of his own twisted thoughts, made his heart beat go faster. Â
The black tea he was sipping that morning fogged his glasses, he still uses them to read. However, the many technical and biological aspects of hollowification were set aside for as long as you watched through the windows of squad five on an autumn day. Sosuke took his glasses off and stood up, as always, in the only way he knows how to⊠dominantly, like there was nothing nor anybody above himself. Big hands reached for your hip bones, nose that traced a perfect warmth path from the crook of your neck to your ear. âHow many weeks?â he asked, because he knew. âI am not sure⊠are you mad?â you asked back, knowing this could potentially ruin his plans. âHmmâŠMadâŠ? How could I?â he answered. You watched his smile suddenly go from a smirk to a soft, soft expression. Sosuke melt, Sosuke felt like he wasnât as lonely in this world as he used to think he wasâŠ
đđźđđĄđąđ€đą đđČđđ€đźđČđ. Mornings have never been really lively; those days in which he calmly sat on his special chair, drinking his tea while you still stay in bed suddenly got interrupted by a rather suspicious behaviour coming from you. Two mornings in which you ran to the bathroom covering your mouth were enough to set the alarms for the Kuchiki clan head. âShe is sick. SHE IS SICKâ he panicked. Not again, not again⊠ he felt once again the fright, the fear of losing his lover. Byakuya didnât need much more to ask you, however the idea of pregnancy -even for one of the most intelligent minds of the Seireitei- never crossed his mind.  By the third day, in which you thought you could run faster than him, his foot stopped the door from closing. âI called Dr. Yamada Seinosuke, he is coming to check on youâ those cold words sounded like an order, yet, he was as scared as a lonely child. Byakuya felt unable to express any other feeling, if any at all. All the progress he made, seemed to be lost in just a matter of seconds. His hands couldnât touch you; his arms couldnât hold you. Deep blue eyes had turned every shade of black, and once again he felt himself drowning into the deepest waters of his  inner world. âI am not sick, ByakuyaâŠâ you murmured, after washing your mouth with a soft smile and your hands over your belly. âIâm sure you can quite understand why I am feeling this wayâŠâ Oh, how to repeat the way those deep blue eyes suddenly became the colour of a summer sky.
đđźđŹđĄđąđ«đš đđ€đąđđđ€đ. You werenât nauseous. You didnât even notice at first. But he did. Somehow, without even knowing, every night in your sleep your hands reached for his and dragged them to your belly. It was as if you were asking him to protect something sacred. And he could tell a piece of his own soul nested in yours, safely resting, surrounded by the purest love. His long locks rained on your cheek, on that morning in which snow as white as them covered the green hills of the Seireitei. âI am sure there is something you need to tell meâŠâ he whispered, caressing your cheek with the softest kiss. âWh-wha-tâŠ.?â your lips began to tremble, many tears sprouted from your sleepy eyes. It was as if those words where the sudden revelation of something âyou didnât know you already knewâ âI will protect both of you, even if it might cost my life⊠you two will be always firstâ
đđČđšđ«đđ€đź đđĄđźđ§đŹđźđą. He noticed something had changed the moment he came home and discovered you sleeping on the couch made into a ball. What is happening with his lively sweet doll? Why is she sad? What is going on? âHoney⊠what is going on? Iâm sorry it took me a little bit more to come back home, being the general Taicho keeps me a lot more busierâŠâ he sadly whispered in your ear, as he lifted you up and carried you to bed. The scent of his skin immediately brings a soothing effect to your unknown cause of anguish. You were a total mess of emotions that you couldnât handle all alone, and you didnât even know why it was happening to you. Shunsui put you in bed, and when he got inside the sheets you immediately snuggled against his wide chest. âI⊠I donât know why I am so sad, but Iâm so glad you are backâ you whispered, kissing a patch of slight caramel skin. His hands instantly landed on the crown of your head, pulling you closer, surrounding you with the type of paternal care and protection he had always had. âYou know, maybe it is that time of the monthâŠâ he dared to murmur, sure he was about to get a soft punch coming from you. Of course, not everything In a womanâs life has to do with her⊠hormones⊠You widened your eyes, blinking rapidly while looking at a clueless Kyoraku. âI⊠itâs- been- two monthsâŠâ your lips trembled. You suddenly realized that, while lost into nightly sex sessions with him, your period -nor Shunsuiâs cream pie kink- represented a problem to you. âYOU DONâT MEAN⊠YOU â AM I GOING TO BE A DADDY????? I AM GONNA BE A DADDY!!!! CALL ME DADDY, OK?â âShunsui, for the love of God⊠I need to take a test- we-â you giggled, still amazed and unsure but excited. Â
đđđ§đ©đđđĄđą đđđ«đđ€đą. Carrying every child he could find in the Seireitei on his shoulders, Kenpachi is the ultimate father. He doesnât even have to try. He never cared for your period, it never represented something that could stop him to love you and your body. In fact, the messier the better. However, those moments began to be absent, and he didnât take much to realize. During that spring night, in which he indulged in some sake with his subordinates, he suddenly popped a question to them. âOi, my woman hasnât got her period in two months⊠what the fuck?â Yumichika choked with his drink, while Ikkaku definitely spitted all the contents of his mouth in a violent motion. âTAICHO?â the beautiful Shinigami asked, once he had recovered the composure. âTAICHO⊠ARE YOU SURE?â he continued. âYeah. What is it?â Zaraki asked, confused by their sudden reaction -and honestly about to laugh at Ikakku turning red, even his head, from how much he was coughing- âShe could be pregnant, Taicho⊠are you gonna be a father?â Yumichika assumed, particularly amazed by how his captain was asking something so important and yet so obvious as if it was nothing. Kenpachiâs eyes suddenly turned from wild to more softened ones. He left the sake bottle down and stood up. With no words said, he left, leaving his subordinates astonished. A loud thump on the door, woke you up all of a sudden. You sit down on the bed, not sure whether to grab your zanpakuto or not until you noticed the topping huge silhouette of your brute lover. âKenny, the fuck is going on?â you ask, while grazing your right eye. âARE YOU PREGNANT WOMAN?â he asked, shouting, and desperately requiring for you to give him the truth. You gasp. You hadnât even taken a test yet and even if it was pretty possible, how did he notice? âHOW? I DONâT KNOW YETâ you told him, urging him to close the door. You didnât really want the whole barracks to know. Kenny sat right by your side and cupped you to his lap. âComeâereâŠâ he murmured, nuzzling on your hair. He was holding you with the care someone would have to grab a piece of silk paper. He scoffed, sweetly with his eyes shut and a big smile adorning his sharp manly features. âNhh⊠yes, yes yes yes!!!â he celebrated, ripping the most beautiful smile from your lips.
đđŹđĄđąđđ đđ«đČđź. âDr. Ishida, you have another patientâ his secretary informed him by the end of his shift. âI have received every kid on the agenda for the day, is it urgent?â Uryu asked, he was used to treating kids whenever there was an emergency. Some paediatric patients canât wait. âWell, is not urgent but the mother requested me with urgency that you please take a look at her babyâ she said, walking into his office with two papers in her hands. She handed them to Uryu who soon discovered the next patient wasnât even born yet. âBut⊠(secretary name), this is a pregnancy test⊠I am not an obstetrician I shouldnât- plus, whose tests are these? They donât even have the name of the patientâ the Quincy doctor stood up, a little annoyed and confused. âThe patient is waiting on the ultrasound room; she has been already connected to the heart monitor by Nurse Inoue. Just please give the preggo lady a look. She specifically requested for a check-up by Dr. Ishida Uryuuâ the secretary said, giggling and leaving the room as fast as possible. Uryuu remained silent for a few minutes, listening to those accelerated heartbeats coming from a few doors away. Even if he is a peadiatrician, OB and Neo are also located in the same floor as his, in his fatherâs hospital. He smiled sweetly, the sound of a new life thriving to become a beloved child in some months always melts his heart. He should go back home soon, but he couldnât help it⊠there was something in that sweet beating melody that put a big smile on his face and called him to listen to it for a longer time. He put his coat on and thought of texting you âIâll be home in a couple of minutes, just an urgent consult and Iâll be freeâ but he didnât. He thought you were tired of excuses and him coming home late. Cleaning his glasses, he entered the ultrasound room, presenting himself without taking a look at the patient immediately. âGood afternoon, Iâm Dr. Ishida. The secretary told me you request- (Name)âŠ?â he stopped his words, discovering your barely bumpy belly and the sound of that heart coming from within you. âGood afternoon, Dr. Ishida. Would you like to meet the love of your life?â His eyes become waterfalls, Uryuu couldnât move for a couple of seconds. He then, sat right by your side and with a soft peck on your lips, he whispered a heartfelt âThank you, my loveââŠ
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There was a time, where things were different. Where Ăs didnât feel pain, nor loneliness. A different outcome, where his body cured and the first steps out of that hospital were given holding her warm hand in his. No pain, no war, nor powers, nor Kings. It had been difficult to adapt for him; he didnât know exactly what it was to make love. But he learned, naturally, by the calling of his heart and his needs. He also didnât know what it was to love and be loved, but he discovered he didnât need to try with you. And slowly but surely, a new family of you and him, happened. âDo you think I could be a good father someday?â he asked, while playing with your hair on a very orange sunset in the garden of your little house. âYou wanna be a father, Ăs?â you asked back, a little surprised by the right timing of his questioning. âI am a little scared⊠well, not a little⊠I am afraid of not being able to be oneâ he answered, looking right towards the fiery clouds of an autumn afternoon. His paler complexion, kissed by the dying sun rays, reminded you of those days in which it was too painful to be touched; and how hope was all that it was needed to progress. You look towards the crunchy leaves underneath your feet, and then grabbed his slim cold hand. âFollow me inside, there is something I need to show youâŠâ âMy dear Ăs, I am about to grant you with a big power right now. Would you accept it?â you ask, covering his eyes with a black face mask that had been hanging there since covid. âWhat- yes? But what is it? You are scaring meâ he murmured, confused. âGive me your handsâ you ordered him, depositing something fluffy on his palms. When you took off the mask off his face, his black orbs fixed on the white pair of booties on his hands. âThisâŠâ âI am giving you a very strong power, the âFâ one⊠Ăs, you are gonna be a father⊠a fantastic fatherâ
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Ahem...yandere aiden, logan, tyler n ash or whoever u want w WEAK READER N YK THEY R PRETTY OVERPROTECTIVD OF HER WHY? bc she is fragile af-- always manage to get herself injured in the most dunb ways possible n how tf is she gonna manage to survive in this realm? She needs them âŒïžâŒïž
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TW: Yandere themed, NO NSFW, gore/injuries mentioned, fragile!female!reader who is paranoid and anxious, AU explanation-wise writing? Itâs kind of short but itâs like an explanation what my SBG x reader AU is;;u ;
You donât know how you even ended up here in this situationâŠ. Restless sleep, insomnia, hallucinations,â Ah⊠Who am I kidding? You knew exactly what was happening and it all started way back when you were ordered to tutor around the new students. Being the one who wasnât new, it was hard to keep a conversation with them becauseâŠ.. One would keep her distance away, one would be thrilled to nag the girl who distanced away, the twins didnât give a damn, and⊠Ben and Logan were probably the only ones who ever offered to listen to you.
However despite those hours you eventually got to bond with them, all because of⊠WellâŠ. You tripping down the stairs all of the sudden until Ashlyn caught you. And thatâs where the spark happened⊠Thatâs what clicked in Ashlynâs mind to suddenly want to protect you, with you in her arms looking hopeless and defenseless. The group claimed you as their pink princess but, you didnât thought much of itâŠ.
And why they even bother to call you that, you still felt loved at least by your friends.
But⊠Every time you walk home after hanging out with them, especially on that trip, your hands wouldnât stop shaking. The thought of that hideous creature behind AshlynâŠ. You havenât left your house since then, and gave excuses to your teacher even for him to understand.
Youâve never felt anything weird like this before⊠The ones you are looking to avoid were mostly creepy men, or just in general a group of people who you think could possibly bully you, or take advantage.
So why? Why did you suddenly have to endure horror?
â[NAME]!!!â
Youâve impaled yourself on accident by trying to get away from a monster, youâve tripped and fallen into a dark void where you died by the fall, you even somehow died by trying to save Tyler, but you ended up dying anyways! It was getting so⊠So much harderâŠ
Youâve gotten injured. Over, and over, and over again. Itâs pissing Ashlyn, Aiden, Tylerâ everyone off. It was as if they saw life flash before their eyesâŠ. And while youâre alive in the real world, with no scratches or injuries, they couldnât afford to lose you again. To make you hopeless, to make you unable to walk.
It was another dream, another dream where suddenly youâre locked in the bird cage Aiden had somehow decided to buy⊠You stared confused, yearning for an explanationâŠ. But the boys and girls wouldnât give you any.
âGuys..? Please⊠I thought we were a team..â
âPrincess⊠We are! We swearâŠ! Please donât take it badly! Weâre doing this for your own goodâŠâ
You couldnât really argue with them. Youâre just tired and you have been unable to get proper sleep⊠You suppose itâs okay but⊠It wasnât getting better as you thought it would. Despite dreams having you only locked up every now and then, in the morning in reality- you are FOLLOWED constantly by either the twins, Ashlyn, Aiden, or Ben⊠Logan? Probably cameras in your house (not your bedroom or bathroom) to ensure you made it home safely.
Itâs getting out of hand. Itâs going bizarre, but are you doing something about it? NO! Their parents scares you! You donât want to break your friendship either⊠You knew how easily broken theyâd be⊠And⊠You donât want to handle or deal with Aidenâs family, nor do you wanna karate with Ashlynâs mother. You canât even fight!
So the only thing you could do was just⊠Accept it as it is. And let it be⊠Although you probably arenât aware that the parents adores you, finding you so sweet and matchable for their little children. You donât pay attention to that, all you could focus on were your eyebags and your injured bodyâŠ. There wasnât anything, reality-wise, but God it stung that you could barely make it through school. Even though I kind of said you give excusesâŠ. You still had to do exams for at least collageâŠ.
Donât take them wrong, theyâd love for you to stay safe and to not join the horror attraction⊠But also, after the reveal when the parents could also see the demonic creatures, it instantly clicks that you werenât safe. Nor were your parents. (Donât give a damn about your parents, they donât like them)
They need you. They constantly need you. They canât have you out of your cage, but they canât have you out of the dreams as wellâŠ. Which considers leading it to having you as some sort of a motivation. They need you to support them for everything they do.
So when the parents are going into that situation, itâs best to believe they NEED you with them so nobody in reality can kidnap you while theyâre asleepâŠ. Fighting off monsters, you know?
And the shady guys? Do not worry a single thing about them at all.
I mean, what more could you possibly do than to be stuck in your own bedroom or classroom? Youâre going nowhere near the stores or arcade. Not after that Logan incident, that isâŠ.
#various x reader#various#yandere x reader#school bus graveyard x you#school bus graveyard x reader#school bus graveyard
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The Weight of a Promise
âI want her.â Your heart sank when Gortash pointed at you with his chin. He leaned back, a waitress hurrying toward his table to clear the dirty plates because you were frozen in place, paralysed as if bitten by a Spectator. Hot needles pierced your stomach.
âM-me? But Iâm notâŠIâm not aâŠâ
âThen you shall have her. Iâll have her sent up to you shortly, Lord Gortash. Make yourself comfortable.â
A/N: Just hear me out, okay!
Words: 3721 Warnings: smut, dub-con, prostitute!Reader
Additional NSFW Warnings: CMNF, loss of virginity
âI want her.â Your heart sank when Gortash pointed at you with his chin. He leaned back, a waitress hurrying toward his table to clear the dirty plates because you were frozen in place, paralysed as if bitten by a Spectator. Hot needles pierced your stomach.
âM-me? But Iâm notâŠIâm not aâŠâ
âThen you shall have her. Iâll have her sent up to you shortly, Lord Gortash. Make yourself comfortable.â
âExcuse me?â Your voice was shrill, panicked. You turned to face Mamzell Amira glaring at you. It was a warning look, one she was daring you to defy.
âNo!â
Gortash raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing on his handsome features. It resulted in Mamzell Amira huffing an awkward laugh, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the kitchen. The chef protested but she paid him no mind.
âDo not embarrass me in front of the Archduke! Have you got any idea how important it is for us to have his support for our establishment?â
âI am not a prostitute. When you hired me, I insisted it would be to serve food and drinks only, not to spread my legs for your customers. My contract doesnât sayââ
You admired the courage and the sensuality of your colleagues around here. Their life sounded like a never-ending adventure but it was one you were less eager to become a part of. Mamzell Amira was the only one whoâd given you a chance. In exchange for your work, you were allowed to take shelter in one of the smaller rooms upstairs and receive three meals a day. Youâd signed a contract for it, even.
Waitress, it had said. Not waitress and sex worker.
âI know what your contract says, girl. But this is Lord Enver Gortash out there.â
âJust tell him to pick someone else! You wonât make him pay anyway!â
âHe doesnât want someone else. He wants you.â
âThen tell him Iâm not available!â You clenched your fists, anger and panic boiling up inside you.
âI will do no such thing! You either go up there now and make the archduke happy or Iâll kick you out and youâre back out on the streets before you can say âsexâ!â
âYou bitch.â
âCall me what you will. But I will not have you jeopardise my relationship with the very ruler of Baldurâs Gate.â
When he first entered the establishment with a Fist and a Steel Watcher in tow, the whole room went silent. Excitement rippled through your colleagues like electricity, you could tell. They went rigid, giddy, wide smiles spreading on their lips.
Others merely widened their eyes. Lord Enver Gortash at Sharessâ Caress? Unlikely. Outrageous! But then again even archdukes needed some release and fun every now and then, no? Well, you didnât buy it, scoffing as you collected some empty glasses to bring to the kitchen.
Something was off with this man. His Steel Watch came out of nowhere and the way he made himself out to be the saviour of Baldurâs GateâŠit didnât sit right with you. This man was no selfless hero, one look into his eyes was enough to determine that. Funnily enough, however, no one else seemed to notice. Or perhaps they didnât want to notice so as long as he protected them from this Absolute cult threatening the city. Either way, it was ridiculous. There were rumours spread by sceptics, even. Dark rumours that he worshipped Bane, the god of tyranny.
So here you were now, in a pickle. Sleep with the man who painted himself as a saint without payment or lose the roof over your head and starve out in the streets. You cursed, storming past Mamzell Amira and fighting the gag forcing its way up your throat when you realised what you were about to do.
ïżœïżœïżœFirst room to the right. Do not disappoint him!â
It was a fucking walk of shame, it felt like every single person you walked past knew exactly what you were about to do. Some probably envied you. Others must have been relieved they were not in your situation.
Gortash had already made himself comfortable on the large king-size bed when you slipped into the room and locked the door behind you.
âI donât like to be kept waiting,â he announced.
âSorry, my lord. There were someâŠdiscrepancies.â
He chuckled. âDo you often contradict your employers? I would have expected more eagerness from a pretty thing like you.â
You gnashed your teeth, swallowing down the snarky remark dancing on your tongue. He waited. And waited. And waited.
âIâm not really, umâŠsure what to do.â Blood bit at your cheeks, embarrassment creeping up your spine. Gods, this was so absurd. Was it really worth it?
Gortash tilted his head. âYou have done this before, have you not? Donât lie to me,â he added.
You sighed. Well, fuck you, Amira.
âNo. I havenât. Iâm not a prostitute. Mamzell Amira sold me to you despite her promise Iâd only be working here as a waitress.â
âI see.â
Your eyes darted up, seeking compassion in his dark eyes. Perhaps heâd understand, perhaps heâd pick someone else after all and chide the brothel owner for breaching the contract sheâd made you signâŠbut there was none. Only hunger.
âCome here.â
âDid youâŠdid you not hear me?â
âI did. My ears work very well, dear.â
So he didnât care. And if you refused him nowâŠyou could imagine more comfortable things than facing the wrath of a man who built an army of automatons seemingly overnight.
âTake off your dress. Let me see you.â
You obeyedâyou didnât have much choice, after all. It could have been worse, no? Gortash was handsome at least. Duke Ravenguard, as self-righteous as he was, would have been a less appealing option with how old he was compared to Gortash.
You werenât exactly graceful when you stepped out of your dress, undergarments following quickly. Gortash made no move to undress himself in the meantime, instead watched every single one of your movements like a hawk, amused and greedy, even more so when you pushed yourself to climb on the bed.
Come to think of itâŠthere was not a single man who had ever seen you naked, except for your father maybe when you were still an infant and needed a nappy change. This was new. Different, terrifying considering the circumstances andâŠexciting?
Fuck, you shouldnât find this exciting! You didnât want to do this, you only meant to survive, toâŠ
You couldnât finish the thought. Gortash leaned forward, pulling you against him. The cool metal of the demonic faces on his armour against your palm was only a small comfort as he rolled you both over and then towered above you with a smirk.
And against all reason, when he leaned down to kiss your lips, your eyes fell shut. Fuck, no!
âYou canâtâŠâ You didnât know much about prostitution but if there was one thing you did know, it was that kissing was usually off-limits.
âOf course I can.â Gortash grabbed your chin, deepening the kiss. It feltâŠgood. Intimate. Almost like he meant it. His tongue slipped into your mouth, battling yours for dominance you gave up far too quickly for your own liking.
You shivered when he pressed himself even closer to you, forcing your legs apart. The metal and the leather dug into your bare skin, your hands wandering, exploring his chest in a frenzy. Your body wasâŠreacting to him in the most delicious ways.
You realised the very moment he freed his hardening length from his leather trousers that you were getting wet. The heat between your legs had you breathing heavily, even more so when you laid eyes on his arousal. Soft black hair framed the base of his erection, his tip red and eager and leaking precum. You were worried for a moment how it would fit with how inexperienced you were. If you tensed up out of nervousnessâŠsurely it would hurt.
Gortash released your lips with a deep breath, adjusting himself between your legs. With one hand, he guided himself to your weeping entrance, with the other he stroked your cheek before focusing on your left breast, his thumb teasing your nipple.
âRelax, dear. This is supposed to be pleasurable for us both.â Was it? You very much doubted the archduke cared if youâŠwell, finished. Yet, with how breath-taking being with him felt in this very moment, perhaps he truly did mean his words.
Inch by antagonising inch, he spread you wide open, pushing inside. He went slow, savouring every last moment. His expression was calm, blissful, almostâŠbeautiful.
He stretched you further and further, a light burn spreading between your legs and thenâŠit was over, leaving nothing but pleasure behind. Gortash filled you to the brim, bathing in the sensation and perhaps, letting you get used to his size before he started moving. He withdrew slowly, propped himself up on one elbow and kept kneading your breasts with his free hand, before he plunged himself back in, fucking you in a slow and steady rhythm that had your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Gortash took his sweet time, savouring every single second. Grinding against you, he buried himself inside you as deep as he could, pounding you into the mattress. He was eager for his release, yet when he reached down to where your bodies met to find your clit with an easiness that made you flinch, you couldnât help but allow a moan to escape your lips.
He chuckled in response, his thrusts getting harder, more uncontrolled. Fuck, you didnât want him to stop. It felt good. He felt good. His thumb was massaging that sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs even better than when you did it, hidden under your blanket at night. And whenever you did it, there was no one watching your every reaction like you were the most desirable woman in FaerĂ»n.
There was amusement too though. It was clear by now he wanted you to come. Not for your sakeâbut for his. Whether it was to satisfy his ego, to confirm he knew what he was doing in bed or simply because you could only imagine how pleasurable it must have felt for him for your cunt to clench around him, to milk him for all he was worth.
Gortash left you no choice. You climbed higher and higher, unable to escape the bliss he bestowed upon you even if you wanted to. Part of you longed to deny him your pleasure, to not let him win this wicked game of his. But it was no use.
You were coming before a curse could leave your lips. You fell apart beneath him, pleasure coursing through you like a lightning bolt. Your toes curled, your muscles tensed, endorphins clouded your senses. Your moans made him smirk, your contracting pussy made him groan.
He seemed to grow even harder then, his sinful grunts the sexiest sound you had ever heard. He moved slightly, digging his fingers deep into your flesh as he grabbed your hips, surely leaving angry marks that would remind you of this encounter for days to come.
For a moment, he was no longer the fearsome archduke or the self-proclaimed hero of Baldurâs Gate. He was a man enslaved to lust and carnal desireâjust as you were a woman of the same affliction. You moaned as he pumped his seed into you, his hard cock twitching and jerking against your walls until eventuallyâŠhe collapsed on top of you with a satisfied sigh, leaving you both to process the aftermath in silence.
You swallowed as soon as the last waves of pleasure had ebbed away, realisation of what you had just done hitting you square in the face like a painful blow. You rose, shifting forward quickly in an attempt to climb out of bed and retrieve your clothesâto forget this ever happened before it could plant its roots into your mind even though part of you longed to do this again. Not with just anyoneâwith him.
Gortash chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist, preventing you from leaving. âAre you in a hurry?â
âN-no.â
âGood. Then you wonât mind staying for a while longer.â His fingertips ghosted over your shoulder blade, leaving goose bumps behind in the process.
You should have resisted. Should have wailed, screamed, lashed out. You didnât. Instead, you let your body relax andâŠenjoy the intimacy between you.
âAre the rumours true?â You asked before you could stop yourself.
âAre what rumours true?â
âAre youâŠa Bane worshipper?â
Silence. Long enough for you to regret your question.
âBane is a god like any other, dear. And he can lead you to great power. He knows that power demands sacrificeâsacrifices not everyone is willing to make.â
It wasnât an answer and yet it was. You refrained from another comment. After all, you intended to keep your head after losing your virginity.
He made you talk about yourself after this. Tell him your name, where you were from, where your family was. Light small talk you would have brushed off as mere politeness if it wasnât Lord Enver Gortash you were conversing with.
You remained careful not to reveal too much about yourself. Trust came a long way and just because he had fucked you into the next year and proved that he was surprisingly good in bed that did not mean you would throw all caution out of the window.
After youâd gotten dressed again, you accompanied him downstairs where he was met by a smiling Mamzell Amira behind the counter by the entrance.
âI hope you had a good time, Lord Gortash?â
âA very good time indeed. NowâŠhow much do I owe you for the time of this lovely flower of yours?â
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes even though part of you rejoiced. It was ridiculous just how much you enjoyed his attention and affection despite your suspicion and your fucked-up situation. Besides, his wordplay regarding your virginity did not go amiss. Mamzell Amira perchance hadnât even been aware of your inexperience.
âLord Gortash, pleaseâŠyou owe nothing at all. We are glad that you enjoyed your time hereâand I hope we will see you again very soon.â
Your face fell. You had expected something like this. It hurt nonetheless. You had given your virginity to this manïżœïżœand it wasnât even worth a single gold piece.
Gortash smirked. âWe shall see. I am a busy man.â
âOh, busy men especially should take a rest every now and then. Enjoy your evening, Lord Gortash.â
The archduke nodded, shooting a final glance in your direction before he strutted off like he owned the place. Mamzell Amiraâs eyes found yours.
âThank you,â she said.
You walked away from her without a response.
Dunk the plate, wash it, dry it, stack it. Everything went back to normal in the following weeks. Except it didnât. Nothing was back to normal. Youâd lost your trust in Mamzell Amira, in your colleaguesâŠand youâd lost what youâd been meaning to keep for someone special.
Gortash was special, there was no denying that. But the love of your life? Hardly. Amira didnât mention again what you had done for her but she also didnât ask you to do it again with another customer. After a few days, it almost felt like it never happened. Like it was all a dream. A nightmareâor a very twisted and yet exciting sex dream. Perhaps until today.
âMamzell Amira wishes to speak to you.â It was one of the drow who stuck their head through the gap in the door with a sweet smile. You sighed, dried your hands quickly and abandoned the dirty plates in the sink.
The shit-eating grin on her face when you approached the counter was unsettling, to say the least.
âYou will not believe the news I have.â
Your heart sank. Was Gortash coming back? Did he wantâŠyouâŠagain?
âIâm shivering with anticipation,â you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice like venom.
âWatch your tongue, girl. Now. Lord Gortash has requested you to join him in Wyrmâs Rock. I can hardly blame him. The man is busyâthat way, it wonât be necessary for him to make the journey.â
âWhat in the hells is that supposed to mean?â
Mamzell Amira rolled her eyes. âIt means you are to pack your things. You will be staying with the archduke from today on.â
âYouâŠyou have no right to do that. I am not your slave. I am a contracted waitress!â
âI may not. But Lord Gortash certainly does. Now pack your things. There is a Steel Watcher outside waiting to escort you.â
You clenched your fists. âAnd if I refuse?â
Mamzell Amira narrowed her eyes. âRefuse and I will not take you back. I can only imagine the consequences you will face if you tell Lord Gortash you are not interested in his generous offer.â
âGenerous?â You shrieked.
âLord Gortash is requesting your presence at Wyrmâs Rock.â The Steel Watcher spoke your name, repeating the order over and over again. It didnât quite fit through the door but its robotic voice could be heard a little too well regardless.
Fuck. Mamzell Amira had a point, of course. You would lose regardless of what option you chose. And if Lord Gortash truly did worship Bane as you suspectedâŠyou bit your lower lip. Starvation, hypothermia or death by the archduke, one that would never see the light of dayâŠnone of these options sounded very appealing to you.
And against all reasonâŠyou had enjoyed his company. His touch, his lips, his skilled fingersâŠhis cockâŠ
âFine. Iâll go get my things.â
Mamzell Amira nodded.
âLord Gortash is requesting your presence at Wyrmâs Rockâ was the last thing you heard as you made your way upstairs and grabbed the other dress you owned, along with a small leather bag containing three gold pieces.
There were no goodbyes, no hugs, no âtake care and good luckâ. Most of the sex workers were busy with customers and Mamzell Amira, quite apparently, couldnât give less of a fuck whether sheâd just condemned you to the hells.
You followed the Steel Watcher feeling like you were being escorted to your execution, across the massive bridge, past stone walls, curious Fists and citizens and eventually, up a narrow set of stairs leading to Gortashâs office and private chambers.
The Steel Watcher closed the door behind youâheavy wooden doors you knew without trying youâd be unable to open all by yourself.
There he was, smirking at you from his luscious armchair. Your name rolled off his tongue almost pleasantly as he greeted you. You were supposed to bow so you knew, yet your limbs and spine refused to move even an inch. You clutched your bag tighter.
âWas I being unclear? I asked you to take all of your belongings with you. I have no intention of sending you back anytime soon.â
âThatâs, umâŠâ You cleared your throat, cursing your embarrassment. ââŠthatâs all I own. My lord.â
âThat? Is all you own?â He eyed the bundled-up garments in your hand. Surely you looked as pathetic as you felt.
âAre you telling me you own only two dresses?â
It was a hand-me-down from one of the prostitutes who no longer fit in it. Hence, it was a lot more revealing than you would have liked. The one you wore was plain, the fabric stained and worn-out toward the bottom.
âYes.â
âHmmâŠwe shall rectify that. Iâll have someone sent to Figaro to retrieve some. As my concubine, you should look the part.â
You blinked. âWhat did you say?â
Gortashâs eyes met yours, amusement glistening in his.
âC-Concubine?â
âWhy else did you think Iâd send for you? To discuss political matters?â He chuckled. You werenât quite sure why but it had you seethe.
âMamzell Amira made quite a generous offer,â he explained.
âWhich is?â
âYou. In exchange for a lowered tax rate for the brothel.â
âT-thatâs it? SheâŠshe didnât even ask for payment for me?â
Gortash tilted his head and chuckled yet again. âDid you think youâd fetch a hefty sum? She did tell me she picked you up from the streets. Clearly, she must have thought your loss wouldnât affect her business much.â
He might as well have reached for a dagger and plunged it deep into your heart. Tears pricked at your eyes, worsening your sight. You blinked them away frantically, unwilling to show weakness in front of him.
âNow, nowâŠsurely Mamzell Amira had only your best interests in mind when she sold you off. After all, I live a very wealthy life here in Wyrmâs Rock. First, we can get you some nice jewellery to wear.â
âI donât care about jewellery.â
âThen what do you care about?â
âBodily autonomy,â you murmured.
âWhat was that?â When you didnât repeat yourself, he continued. âYou are free to go if that is what youâre implying. But I think we both know what your alternative is.â
âThatâs not fair.â
âItâs not? A shame.â Only he did not sound regretful at all.
âYou expect me to let you fuck me whenever you please but you wonât pay me because I was a gift from the brothel! Are you even listening to yourself?â
âYou are getting paid. Youâll have a bed, warm meals, clean garmentsâŠand my protection on top of that.â
âSo I am nothing more than a slave in a golden cage.â
âIf that is what you would like to call it, then by all means. I have business to tend to now. When I return, I expect you to have bathed. Andâdo throw away those hideous dresses.â
He moved toward the door but before he left, he turned around again.
âI will treat you well, dear. I can promise you that.â
âHow much weight does a promise hold these days? The previous one got me into this situation in the first place.â
âI am a man of my word. I have no reason to lie to you. All I ask in return is that you behave. You can do that, hmm?â
He smirked, his expression playful. He left before you could utter another word.
Fine. Youâd play his game. And may the gods help you, you will win.
Part II
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Text Me The Details
Modern!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Influencer!fem!reader
18+ MINORSDNI
cw: gossip magazines, reader being horny on a live stream, cocky!Eddie, drinking, drugs mention
a/n: I kinda want this to be a series? So expect a part two at some point. But yeah this isn't an original idea so, credit to literally everyone who's done this before me. I gave reader a last name because if I have to write y/l/n one more time I'll sob. ANYWAY I hope you all enjoy and let me know if you like this!
WC: 1.2k
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You are never drinking again. Ever.
Your management would agree after what happened last night. You didnât mean to spill the secret youâd been keeping. It wasnât even that big of a deal, however, you had an image to keep up. The party girl, the kind one, the one with lots of friends, the girl who had good grades in college, the one who always donated most of her fortune to various organizations.Â
Now, every tabloid was writing articles about your celebrity crush.Â
Party girl and influencer drunkenly admits sheâd love to sleep with lead singer of Corroded Coffin Eddie Munson. Sources have said theyâve been together for a while but decided to keep it under wraps.Â
The dating portion of that article wasnât true and you silently vow to figure out who the fuck these âsourcesâ were. However, you admitting to wanting to fuck Eddie⊠did happen. You have no one to blame but yourself.Â
Now, there are three reasons why youâre so stressed about this. First, even though you party all the time, you were good. You know, like only went out on the weekends, did every single assignment, tutored people on the side, was probably the most unproblematic influencer out there. Second, the last thing you wanted was Eddie Munsons attention. You had this thing where you didnât want the people you were fans of to perceive you.Â
Theoretically you knew they did, most of them followed you on social media. But there was a difference between being a fan of someone, and them semi-knowing you vs your actual crush who you own a poster or two of? That makes you want to throw up and pass out at the same time.Â
But, finally, the third reason this stressed you out was because Eddie and his crew were not good. You know like, partied every single day, smoked a lot of weed and snorted coke off of his groupies and fans. It was all over the tabloids and the band has even posted about it a time or two. You didnât do that. And if the tabloids caught you doing that, youâd lose everything you worked towards.
âSo this is how weâre going to fix it,â Case, your manager, says from where sheâs standing next to the fireplace in your apartment. âYouâre gonna go back on live and say it was an accident.âÂ
You look up from the article you were reading, eyes finding his. âThat is the worst idea ever. I was tipsy not black out drunk. No one will ever believe that was an accident.â You huff, locking your phone, âand I have tickets to their show next week.âÂ
You loved your team, but sometimes they made the most insane comments on how to fix the unfixable.Â
You stand, pacing the room, âhe isnât one to read gossip magazines. And-and Iâm not on the same level as his band. Theyâre A listers and Iâm C list at best.âÂ
Your manager and publicist look like fish after what you said. Anna, your publicist speaks first, âI swear to god if you ever say that again I am uppin your therapy appointments. You hear me?âÂ
You huff, sitting back down on the couch, âIâm not kidding though. Iâm not giving up this ticket. Itâs one of the few things Iâm looking forward to.âÂ
Case answers after rubbing her temples, âyou better pray this blows over without him seeing it. You may party but his partying is a whole other level.âÂ
âŠÂ
The call came two days later, an unknown number popping up on your phone.Â
You knew, you knew before you even accepted the call whoâd be on the other end of the line.Â
It felt like it started in slow motion, first came the gossip mags with the original story. Then came Eddie following you on instagram. Heâd like a few photos and stories you put up. Then came his interview. The interview where he said, âof course I know who she is. Iâm flattered really. I hear sheâs a sweet girl.âÂ
Now, your phone is buzzing in your hand and you canât bring yourself to answer the phone.Â
âYes just a fucking person. Just like youâre a person. Answer the phone.â You look down at the phone and are thankful itâs just you in your house. You tap the answer button, a fake smile on your face, as you put the phone to your ear.Â
âHello?â you use your best interview voice, the one Anna has drilled into you.Â
You can hear him breathe in before letting it out, long and slow, itâs clear he took a drag of his cigarette. Is he nervous too? Thereâs no way. Eddie always seemed to be this cool and calm guy, never afraid of anything or anyone. He gets into more fights in a week than you have in your entire 25 years of existence.Â
âGood afternoon, Miss Asher.â You can hear the grin in his voice and it sends a shiver down your spine, your heart pounding in your chest. âItâs Eddie.âÂ
He didnât have to introduce himself to you, youâd be able to pick out his voice in a crowded room. But only because youâve listened to his music so often⊠only reason.Â
âOh! Hi! Iâm s-surprised to hear from you.â You cringe at the stutter that came out of you. You had more than enough practice dealing with any situation thrown at you. From the funny to the uncomfortable to the scary. You were trained for this and you were fucking it up. âHow can I help you?âÂ
âThe band and I will be in town next friday, weâre playing a show.â You know where this is going and it makes your heart beat faster, so fast youâre scared itâll burst. âI was wonderinâ if you were goinâ?â
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
âI am, actually. Me and a few of my friends actually.â You rub your hands down your sweatpants, nerves making them sweat.Â
âOh! Well that is fantastic,â his tone is chipper as hell and you know heâs high. On what, you have no idea. âI was thinkinâ that maybe ya friends and youâd wanna join us backstage. VIP area for the show? What cha think?âÂ
All of sudden you forget how the english language works, your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth. This is what youâve been wanting for so long. Well, in your dreams of course. But looking at it from a business perspective, it could bring his fans to your page and your fans to his page. It was kind of a win win. Well, win win lose because then Corroded coffin knows who the actual fuck you are and you arent just some fan. And that, terrified you, Â
âHeeeeeeello? Are you there?âÂ
His voice breaks through your clogged mind, forcing you to respond.Â
âHi, sorry. Iâm here! I um I got distracted. But, yeah that sounds great, actually. We-weâd love that.âÂ
âGood! I will have my people call your people, yeah?âÂ
âO-or you can just send me the information,â you say it before thinking and now you really want to punch yourself.Â
He chuckles to himself, âokay, sweetheart, Iâll text you the information. See you next friday.âÂ
He hangs up before you can say another fucking stupid thing. You press the phone into your hands, foot bouncing on the floor with nerves. You can think of seven different ways that conversation couldâve (and shouldâve) happened. One of which was with your entire team, another being with your friends, another being with your parents. Not alone to make a fool out of yourself. Your management team was really going to kill you.
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As i vowed ( Honkai : Star Railâs Jing Yuan)
@Elsayan4869
Reminder : I do not write accurately to the lore of the world I am writing. I write whenever thereâs an idea
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General Jing Yuan, the most respected man across Xianzhou. He was calm in any situation, lazy if you can say because of how often he sleeps from time to time but it is his brain and pride that makes him the general. Even though his age has been expanding over the centuries, there was not a single word of his lover. Everyone understands the white haired general is immortal but there are still a few people like him that could be his lover.
But why is there no someone?Â
It is a secret only his heart and memory could tell. Also the wind who he spoke of his misery every night he looked into the dark sky with no one beside him like it used to be. A lovely woman, the woman he never thought would come into his life. So gentle,so kind and so beautiful from everyone he has seen in his entire life.Â
Yet life could not be more cruel to him, taking her away from him too early of their affinity. That day keeps repeating every time he closes his eyes however there will be times the memory of happiness with her comes into mind. That is why he likes to sleep, it is just to see her even though it may be painful to reminisce.Â
The calm general Jing Yuan has changed a bit in a few months. Everyone notices he has been more tense and weighing on his mind than usual. Not even the toughest battle can be unmatched with this anxiety.Â
The other generals and secretary noticed he slept less and went out more. Yanqing tried several times to tail his father figure with Yunli following behind, though the tall man vanished the moment he went into the alley. Stealth as he always is.Â
Even now, they lost him. Yanqing let out of frustration after losing his sight on the general. âWeâll get him next time,Yanqing. Now that we donât have anything to doâ she smiles pulling Yanqingâs arm âI want to eat tanghulu!â
Jing Yuan hides in the shadow under the big pink tree smiles by himself, amused by the young lovers. He takes a deep breath as he continues his journey to the place he visits everyday. His heart always beats rapidly every step getting closer to that place. He suddenly does not remember how to breathe properly.Â
As the golden architecture comes into sight as he approaches closer. His eyes wander around to find that one person. He enters in further and there she is. Dressed in the dress code of temple helper; in white and gold. She stops sweeping the ground after hearing footsteps coming to her.
âHello,general. Come for the tea again?â, she smiles at him gently.
âYes. The tea from here is ancient from my old daysâÂ
She chuckles âWhatever you said,general. Comeâ she lays the broom on the wooden wall and walks into the temple to the hallway that leads to the dining area. Around these hours there arenât a lot of visitors. A reason why he came here at this time everyday.Â
His eyes never left her as they walked. How could she look the same as the last time he saw her? The last moment of her life in his arms.
âGeneral Jing Yuan?â
The white haired man snapped into reality when his name was called by her âOhâ he sat on the chair she led him âSorry. I was thinking about the paperworks i need to doâ
âThe general doing his work? What are the oddsâ she laughs at her own joke. Jing Yuan laughs too
âI want to surprise everyone. You are the first one to knowâ
âI feel so special,generalâ she then takes a tray of teapot.She is someone special to him. His eyes stared at her smiling face. âI tried baking this bread. I hope you like it,generalâ
âIâm the first one to taste your baking skills? I feel so specialâÂ
She laughs again. He could listen to her laughing every hours end. âIâll be only taking compliments!â. She poured the hot tea for him. His eyes trails on her wrist again. The bracelet slips down as she pours. Jing Yuan tries to retain himself at the sight of it. The jade bracelet looks the same as the one he gave to her a long time ago. He knows it was his because there are carvings on it. He carved two birds facing each other to symbolize his love for her.Â
He doesnât know how she can have it back. He threw this away after her death although he knows she loved the bracelet dearly but he cannot bear seeing it wasnât worn by her and to be left in the dust.Â
âWhere do you get that bracelet?â, he says his name gently, catching her attention.
She places the teapot down when the cup is full âMy mother gave this to me. She has said this bracelet has been with my family for centuries. "Her fingers feel the bracelet then to the carving âIt was said a man has given this to his lover. He went to find the jade by himself. Taking long days of journey just to find the perfect jade for her. He also made this by himselfâÂ
âAhh, really?â
She nods âYou must have known him,general! I really didnât get his nameâ
âI donât know who you are talking aboutâ he spoke her name âAnd is that how you call me old? Iâm offendedâ he holds his chest playfullyÂ
âThatâs not what I meant!â she holds his wrist with a pout âYou know what i meanâÂ
Her skin on him sent a wave of electricity through his body. This is the first time they touch each other. âYeah yeah i know what you meantâ. She release his wrist with a sigh of relief
âDonât want the whole Xianzhou to hunt me down for hurting the generalâs feelingsâ
âOh iâm going to tell the officers to arrest you for thatâÂ
âWell good luck finding another teamaker as good as meâÂ
Jing Yuan laughs, âDamn, canât have you being in prison thenâ
They both laugh together having a good conversation as they always do whenever they have time together for tea. âGeneral,can I ask something?â
âHmm?â, he looks at her sipping the tea quirking his eyebrow âTell meâ
âWhy do you come here everyday at the same time?â
Jing Yuan puts down the cup still smiling âIt is my usual break timeâ
âHmmâ, she hums staring at him to see if he tells any liesÂ
âYou donât believe me, little miss teamaker?âÂ
âWill I get arrested if I don't?â
âCâmon little missy, youâll not getting arrest or anythingâ
âJust making sure someone as pretty as me donât end up in prisonâ
Jing Yuan laughs âYouâll not even get cuffed. Nothing to worry aboutâÂ
She pours his tea again once his cup is empty. He watches her do so, staring at her face. This is far too familiar to him. Just to him. They both used to have tea together in the garden every evening when Jing Yuan came home for his break.Â
âNow that you asked me something. Itâs my turnâÂ
âWhat do you have in mind?â, she sets down the teapot and looks at himÂ
âHave you ever experienced deja vu?â
She raises her eyebrows âThat is a very odd question,generalâ. Jing Yuan stares at her for her to answer âI⊠donât think so. I donât understandâÂ
âThis temple. Before you even visit here for the first time in this life, have you felt it?â
The expression of confusion from her frustrated her. Jing Yuan secretly grips his fists under the table trying to calm his frustration down. Then he let out a soft sigh âThat ancient teapot setâ , the points at the well-known teapot set made in gold and painted by the finest painter in that era. The teapot was often used by them a long time ago. A gift from Jing Yuan to her after a long mission he had. She loved them dearly. Always clean and use them every day when it is tea time.
But everything she used and adored has lost in time after her passing. No one dares to touch even mention her belongings, even he himself has no will to even see them or touch them. Sorrow eats him whenever he sees her stuff. With pain, Jing Yuan packs everything in glasses and in chest away from another hand to touch other than her or him
She turns to gaze on the teapot in the glasses âIt is a magnificent artifact,generalâ
With that, Jing Yuan stands up, shutting his mouth, stopping himself to let out his frustration âI have to go⊠thank you for the teaâ, his voice cracks speaking her name. Before she can even react. His long legs have led him outside the building in a dash.
Jing Yuan that came here with nervousness now has changed to agony,wretched and irritated. Why canât she remember? Has the Aeons made a joke about reincarnating her and not remembering him at all?Â
Jing Yuan hides himself in an abandoned garden with wild tall grasses and big trees. He sits down in the big bushes to cry his heart out. If she is his one and only. His only love. His soulmate until eternity but why does it feel like their love only happens once, and will it not happen once again? If two souls unite forever,not caring in what lifetime theyâll love each other. They remember everything in their past yet she hasnât.Â
He sat there for hours to med his pain until the moon accompanied him for the night. Afterwards, he went back to his office. The moment he enters, an envelope catches his attention.Â
âPrepare thousands of your men, that i will defeat in one blow, Jing Yuanâ
A threat. A word of wars between the beasts. His tired eyes read all over the simple short words,still holding heavy menace meaning behind them.Â
He will never rest in peace until his last breath.
Jing Yuan calls his army and the Seven Arbiter-Generals for this war that will come in any second upon receiving the letter. Enemy does not give their foe to prepare for success in the battle.Â
âAre you okay, Jing Yuan?â, Fei Xiao eyed him with a worried look. She knows he has been crying and distressÂ
âOf courseâ, he hid his pain with a casual tone though the Seven knows he hides himself shielding himself to show even a single weakness in him âFor Xianzhouâ. Everyone follows his steps, following each command he has.
Even though his body is in war for the battle, his mind is still in the daze of her. His heart urges to united back with her. With negligence for not keeping his emotions, a strike went into his heart. Piercing it not giving a chance to beat for more to live. It happened too quickly, Jingliu carried the heavy limping man to the side yelling for him to get medicated immediately before he went back to the battlefield.Â
But their white haired general cannot be found. Everyone was worried and scared by their missing beloved Jing Yuan.Â
He drags himself while bleeding, holding his heart in pain. His breath stops from time to time. With determination he continues his walk to the place he cherishes.
To her.
Everyone shouts out his name out of concerness, begging him to stop. He doesnât. Then there she is, running outside after hearing his name shouted by many
âGeneral?âÂ
Jing Yuan collapsed into her arms. A place he has been craving for centuries. âGeneral! Stay awake!â. Her hands caressing him tapping him to make him conscious.
In his ears, nothing can be heard. Only her present and warmth he focuses on. This is what he wanted. He doesnât want her to feel what he felt all these years by her death. He knows she wonât cope with the despair like him. In this new life of hers, she will continue living without any sorrow from his death. To her, he was just the general who came to the temple for tea and bread. Not as her lover. He can die in peace knowing that he is nothing to her. Although he aches for her return, it is for the best. He doesnât care if she will be there by his side in the other realm. If not, it was fated their love was for once.Â
He dies carrying the promise he did to her in their wedding day;-
âI will do any of my willpower to not hurt youâ
And he did. As he vowed.Â
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A/N : Hello, itâs been a long time but I'm back. I think so. I still cannot write a well-phased story. I will soon just have hope in me haha. Sorry if I feel too rushed. Thanks for reading.
Part 2???
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I need a 'you came' - 'you called' moment with our beloved Aaron. Either if he shows up for the reader or the reader shows up for him.
aftershocks
cw; bau!reader, takes place after 4x1 mayhem, descriptions of violence
you couldn't sleep.
you've been tossing and turning for hours, frustrations growing inside you as the clock hit one, two, three am.
you had returned to quantico from new york yesterday, and the adrenaline that had been racing through you the past few days had still yet to lessen. as if your mind and body still believed something horrible was about to happen; you felt as if you were buzzing- with anticipation, uneasiness, fear.
every time you closed your eyes, it replayed. so vividly as if it were happening right before you again.
the franticness the city had fallen into, trying to get ahold of your team and failing, finding out that one of your government issued vehicles had exploded. aaron and kate's vehicle. aaron.
kate hadn't made it. but aaron had.
your mind kept coming back to the what ifs; the idea of sam waiting a few more seconds before initiating the explosion. if they had been any closer...
or, what if aaron and kate had entered the car? they would've been right above where the device had been planted. on the driver's side.
aaron always drove.
you currently choked back a sob at that one.
however, you had managed to keep it together through the case's entirety. how you did so, you still had no idea. and as much as you wished you could've been by aaron's side, at the scene of the explosion, you were selfishly grateful it had been derek, and not you. seeing aaron in that state, covered in blood in a scenario where he could've easily not made it, it would ruin you.
and now, in the comfort of your apartment, alone with your thoughts, it was too much. too much to handle alone.
and only one person could ease your mind. he may not know it, but he meant everything to you.
"hotchner."
just the sound of his sleep-filled voice through the phone brought you to tears. he's alive.
he's alive.
"hi, it's me." you held back another sob, hoping your voice maintained some normalcy.
it hadn't, and within less than a second aaron was wide awake. "what's wr-"
"i just needed to hear your voice." you interrupted, clutching onto your phone with a shaky hand. "i know it's late, i'm so sorry, but-"
"no, please don't apologize." he cut you off this time. his voice was soft- comforting. "what is it?"
"i just wanted to make sure you were okay." your voice cracked in the middle of your sentence, and you exhaled a breath in attempt to calm your nerves.
"i'm okay." he whispered softly, repeating again to give you the confirmation he knew you needed. "i'm okay."
"i was... am, so scared." you admitted, biting down onto your lip hard. "i'm so scared to lose you. in new york, you were so close, too close. you could've..." you couldn't finish your statement, as if it would your somehow change the outcome. make it real.
"i'm here." aaron insisted, his tone firm but exceedingly gentle. "i'm right here."
"i know. i just..."
"do you want me to come over?"
you immediately froze at his question. yes. "no, you don't have to. it's late, and you have jack. so it's fine. don't worry about m- it, please."
"but he's at-"
"i'll just see you at the bau. only in a few hours, right?" you forced a laugh, a single tear falling from your eye. "goodnight."
he started to say something else, but you had already hung up.
after hearing his voice, you felt somewhat better. your heart rate had slowed, but an empty feeling in your chest was still present- as if some unknown force was still going to take aaron from you unannounced. you simply stared at the ceiling, accepting your inevitable fate of doing so until the sun came up, until there was a soft knock on your door.
your heart did a leap as you pushed back your comforter, quickly heading to your front door. as it was nearly four in the morning, the most logical thing to do was check through the peephole to see who the culprit was.
but you didn't. you knew in your heart who it was.
you opened your door to reveal aaron. his hair was still disheveled from sleep, he was still in his pajamas. it was strange seeing him in such casual attire- flannel pants and a grey crewneck- rather that his usual suit, or even just a simple button-up or sweater. it was more personal, vulnerable even.
"you came?" your words left you in a breath as you looked at him in disbelief, your bottom lip already trembling.
there was something in aaron's eyes you couldn't quite place, and you could've sworn you've never heard his voice so gentle. "you called."
just as the other way around, he would do anything for you.
the sob you had been holding in for nearly two days finally broke through your chest, and aaron didn't hesitate to gather you into his arms.
"i'm here." he mumbled into your hair, cries shaking through you. "i'll always be here."
#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner fluff#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner imagine#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotchner drabble#hotch imagine#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds drabble#criminal minds fluff#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds x you
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FEELS SO GOOD BUT HURTS SO BAD ê° ft satoru gojo ê±
ê° SYNOPSIS ê± : it feels so good sleeping with your boyfriendâs bestfriend, gojo but the consequences of it could hurt you. however, you were willing to risk it all for him.
ê° CONTENT WARNING ê± : explicit content, cheating, unprotected sex, p inside v, cunningulus, oral (f), nipple play, praising, fingering and reader is a female.
ê° AUTHORS NOTE ê± : thought of this idea at work and immediately started writing. sigh, gojo grew on me. am i back tho? maybe idk. no part 2s (depends), not proofread!!! explicit content so MDNI. reblog would be appreciated. enjoy, mwah.
it was wrong. you knew that but you couldn't stop yourself from meeting your boyfriends closest friend. geto would have never cared if you were just meeting gojo but in this case, "meeting" being pinned against a wall in a dark alley whilst his hands roam your body, groping the soft tissues of your breast.
so how'd it get to that?
it started when gojo would come over for geto, truth be told he would only come over to see you. he would be lying if he said he wasn't interesting in you after all you were a catch but again you were dating his best friend meaning you was off limits right? wrong, that only made him want you more.
geto was too preoccupied to talk to nanami about who knows what. gojo used his lack of interest in their conversation as an excuse to go upstairs and speak to you.
"yo y/n, haven't seen you in a while"
you turned around to see a familiar face. his eyes stayed glued to yours, those shorts you were wearing were giving him a rather hard time. you giggled, "gojo, you literally was here yesterday."
he frowned, "okay, maybe i missed you." you look up to see glowing blue eyes staring at you. looking into his eyes made you feel butterflies; gojo was in fact gorgeous, and by far one of the hottest people you've ever met.
there were times when you wanted to do things with him, specifically to fuck him, but that would be selfish. you were with geto, and he obviously cared for you, he would shower you with gifts and be the ideal boyfriend everyone would have wished for but you couldn't help but want more with gojo.
"omg, thee gojo satoru missed me?" you teased, receiving a low chuckle from gojo. you suddenly noticed the space between the two of you; it was as if your bodies moved on its own, his cologne mesmerising you. you noticed his hair concealing his face, so you tucked it back. when he felt your fingers touch him, he could not stop himself.
You felt soft lips against yours and instinctively threw your arm around his neck, tugging him down to deepen the kiss, while his hands found their way to your hips, pushing you closer to him.
his tongue swpied across your bottom lips, requesting approval in which you opened your mouth to respond. your tongue battles for dominance, resulting in you losing.
you suck on his tongue, tasting the strawberries he must have had, then draw away for breath, laying your foreheads on each other. gojos couldn't stop grinning.
that's when you heard geto yell for gojo. you froze at the thought of your lover catching you with his best friend. "get out of here before we get caught" he pressed his lips onto yours once time before leaving your room.
after that precarious situation of almost getting caught, you both decided to be more careful. you told geto you was going on a walk to clear your mind about something.
he was worried at first that he might have done something, but you reassured him right away that it was something else.
as you went done the alley, you back was pressed against the wall by none other than gojo. he wasted no time, lips finding your neck as you tugged on his hair. He sucks on your sensitive skin, leaving markings that you'd scold him for later.
he lifted your top, revealing your breast to the chilly air. His lips fall to your erect nipples, sucking on one and pulling on the other till your moans could no longer be contained.
he pulls on your clit, massaging it, making your legs feel weak, and shifts your underwear to the sides without bothering to take them off entirely.
he inserts two fingers, feeling how wet you are. âbaby, youâre this wet for me?â he teased. his fingers pounded in and out of you as your walls tightened around them, causing you to gasp.
lowering himself to his knees, his hand pulling your skirt and causing it to pool at your waist. he kisses your thigh, making his way up to your pussy. His tongue laps your clit, before harshly sucking. your thighs trembled and shook from the ecstasy.
it wasn't surprising that gojo was large, but you weren't prepared for him to be that large, so you gasp in shock when he thrusts partially hard against you. you almost moaned when you saw it. it was thick, lengthy, and was dripping precum from his swollen tip.
he dragged the tip of his cock through your wet folds, teasing your clit and hole. your walls tightened around him, taking him in deeper and deeper until the swollen tip kissed your cervix. his cum painted your walls. he groaned and pulled out, kissing your forehead.
gojo held you in a bridal style as you were too sore to walk. You give in to the need to fall asleep and lean against his chest. "lets get you home, princess"
#đđ les Ă©crits de bella#needed to post this omg#gojo satoru smut#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jujustu kaisen smut#jujustu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#gojo saturo#jujustu kaisen#gojo smut#jujutsu gojo#gojo x reader#geto suguru#satoru gojo#jjk geto#jjk#geto smut#jujutsu geto#geto x reader#gojo
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me again (lol as you know) FIGURING IT OUT MAXIEL talking about Having Actual Sex and how thatâs Going To Go ;) (i absolutely just sent you your own message xoxoxo)
winter warmers day 4: no prompt, this instead!
max/daniel. 737 words. from the 'figuring it out' verse.
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âSo,â Max says as he climbs into the bed next to Daniel, whoâs sat up against the headboard answering emails on his phone. âI want to have sex with you.â
That gets Danielâs attention as he whips his head to look at Max next to him, phone dropping into his lap.
They havenât talked about sex at all.
Theyâve been doing other sex things though. Lots of them. Danielâs pretty confident in his developing blowjob skills, and he has no complaints about Maxâs dick-sucking talents either. Theyâve used hands and mouths and tongues, and grinded against each other until they both came, and theyâve figured it out in that regard.
But sex.
As in actual penetrative sex has been an area they havenât touched. Max has been a bit braver, more adventurous than Daniel, and had rubbed his spit-slick fingers behind Danielâs balls and over his hole a couple times. The first time Daniel nearly jumped out of his skin. No one had ever touched him there before and Max had just gone for it like it was totally normal.
Which. He supposed it was, when two men were sleeping together. But nothing more had happened and suddenly he felt nervous broaching the topic.
âI uh,â he started, watching Max look at him earnestly â totally open and steadfast in the conversation goal he had. Confident, not nervous at all.
âIf you want to fuck me, you can,â Max says, plain as day and Daniel nearly chokes a bit as Max barrels on. âI just think that of course we have been having a lot of fun together and I like everything we do together but I would like to have sex and if you want to fuck me, then I am good with that.â
Daniel canât help the nervous laugh he lets out, forever and endlessly endeared by Maxâs total lack of any filter, at any time. He hopes Max never loses that.
Daniel ponders it for a moment. Heâs done⊠butt stuff⊠with girls before. But on them. He imagines itâs pretty much no different with a man. Fucking Max would be hot. Great. Perfect, even.
But.
He hadnât thought much about it other than being a bit nervous at the idea, however having Max say it so bluntly â âif you want to fuck me, you canâ â has a sudden flash in his mind of himself on his back. Strong, broad Max overtop of him. Legs hitched up around Maxâs thick, big thighs.
And thatâs new.
Thatâs very new.
Daniel had never considered the idea and now that he is, itâs⊠seeming pretty nice. However nervous he might be when the moment comes, he finds the idea of Max fucking him exciting and intimidating and wonderful.
âOkay,â he says, nodding a little and shrugging a bit. âI think⊠the other way would maybe be okay, too,â he said, looking up at Max.
He sees the flash of surprise in Maxâs eyes before Max smiles at him.
âI would like to fuck you very much, Daniel,â Max says. âI offered for you because I didnât think youâd ever bring it up,â he says, and Daniel laughs. Max is probably right. Neither of them had been with a man in any way until each other, and since it had never happened prior he supposed Actual Sex might just be off the table. But he could live with that â with the kind of sex they had been doing. Because he liked doing it all with Max.
âWe can⊠yâknow. Try it. Things. Both.â Daniel says, and it feels a bit weird to talk about it but theyâve climbed a lot of mountains together. Whatâs one more?
âI promise to fuck you so good,â Max says, leaning in for a happy, excited kiss. âI have been doing research and I-â
âWait,â Daniel laughs, cuts him off, incredulous. âResearch?!â
âWhat?â Max asks, like it should be so obvious. âDaniel we have both of us never done this before. Do you know what I read? I read that getting fucked can be really nice because of the prostate. The male G-spot. Daniel, why are you laughing!â
Daniel canât respond, cackling in both nerves and awe and delight because of course Max is reading up on all he can. Analyzing data, but for the purpose of making Daniel come.
He canât answer, laughing too hard when Maxâs pillow comes hurling at his face.
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Put Me to Sleep (NSFW)
First Lady of Private Garden Blurb
AN: um this was supposed to be a Blurb, but I think it's a little longer than that lol
Synopsis: You can't sleep and you quickly ask your husband to fix that for you
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere
Do Not Engage If You Are Underage
"Babe?" You called out to Jack as the time on your phone said 3:26 AM. You had been tossing and turning for a number of hours now with no relief. Usually all you needed to go to sleep was to have Jack laying next to you, but not even that had worked.
You hated waking him up in the middle of the night since it seemed like he would be having nightmares majority of the time so when it looked like he was in a peaceful sleep, you wanted to leave him be.
However, the next morning the first thing out of his mouth would be why didn't you wake him up.
"Hmm? What's wrong baby?" He asked while turning over to look at you and was wondering when you had moved away from him.
"I can't sleep. I've just been laying here for hours." You quietly said while pouting and all Jack did was stare at you until he got an idea and knew the perfect way to get you to sleep.
"You need me to do something for you?" Jack asked as he leaned over and started to kiss down your neck.
"UmmâŠ."
"You tell me any other time what you want, so what's so different now? Come on baby, say what you want me to do to you. Don't tell me my girl is getting shy on me.â
"Eat me out." You softly said and all Jack did was smirk before pulling you closer to him as he placed a soft kiss on your lips.
"Lay on your back then. And you are wearing way too many clothes. Since when do you go to bed like this?" He asked while tugging at your shorts.
"I was cold." You answered as you shrugged.
"That's a first. Since you said that you can't sleep and you woke me up so obviously me being the amazing husband that I am, I'm about to put you to sleep. But first we need to lose these clothes."
Jack gave you another swift kiss before pulling your pajama top over your head and noticing that you weren't wearing a bra underneath, immediately started placing kisses all along your breasts.
"You better not run from me either. You asked for this so you better lay there and take it.â
"I'm not going to!"
"Sure, we'll see." Jack responded before he simply shrugged and made himself comfortable between your legs, but not before leaving a trail of kisses all along your body.
All he did was simply run his fingers across your folds and smirked when he took notice of how wet you were and proceeded to put them in his mouth as you let out a quiet moan.
âMmm, my baby always tastes so good. You ready for me?â
âI'm always ready for you.â
âThen spread your legs to give me some room and act like you want it.â
You did as you were told and quickly felt him take one long lick that was painfully slow and he could tell that you were getting impatient.
âBabeâŠâ You breathed out wanting him to speed up the process. You were growing desperate at this point.
âPatience, princess.â Was all you heard before he dived back in. He had a tight hold on your legs to make sure you didn't move away from him.
âOh fuck.â Was the only thing you managed to say before he quickly slipped two fingers into you as he still kept his mouth on you.
Your hands quickly went to play with your pierced nipples as you were rolling them between your fingers while trying to do your best to keep quiet since you knew Urban would be pissed if you woke him up for the third time this week.
âLook at that pretty pussy creaming for me.â You heard Jack say as you peeked your eyes open to see that it was all over his fingers and he quickly held them up to your mouth so you could taste yourself.
âOpen up for me baby and see how good you taste.â
You complied and felt some escape out of the side of your mouth which Jack quickly leaned down and grazed his tongue across it before taking his fingers out of your mouth and kissing you.
Jack moaned into the kiss as he could still taste you before pulling away from you and taking one of your pierced nipples in his mouth and sucking lightly. As he was doing this, he slipped his fingers back into you as he added another one and you were getting close to hitting your peak by the second.
âGot damn. Are we sure that there are only seven seas because I definitely found number eight between my wifeâs legs. Who gets you wet like this, baby?â Jack asked and all you did was stifle a laugh as he added another finger.
âOnly you do.â
Jack then leaned down to suck on your clit and you knew right then and there that you were about to lose it.
âOooh fuck, oh fuckkkkk.â You whispered before your hands quickly went to Jackâs curls to pull him even closer if that was possible.
Between him having four fingers in you and sucking on your clit, you were caught off guard when you released all over his face, but he still wouldnât let your legs go as you were whimpering and he kept pleasuring you.
âMmmm, baby.â You said while attempting to move away from him, but he quickly pulled you back.
âWhere the hell do you think youâre going? You asked me to put you to sleep so thatâs what Iâm doing.â
Jack then crawled up your body while placing kisses as he went before laying next to you and you looked at him confused.
âWeâre not anywhere near done and you need to get up here and sit on my face.â
With your legs still shaking you did as you were told and felt him slap your ass before he positioned you where he wanted you.
It was now close to 5:45 in the morning when you glanced at the clock and you had now lost track of how many times you came and your husband didnât seem to be letting up anytime soon. He had now been eating you out in different positions close to two hours and you felt as if you could barely keep your eyes open.
âCome on baby, you can give me one more. You canât go to sleep yet because I have to change the sheets anyway so you might as well let me make you cum one more time.â
âOnly on one condition.â You quietly answered while looking up at him.
âName it, princess.â
âI want you in me.â
âYour wish is my command.â
As soon as you said that, Jack quickly slid off his boxer briefs and his dick sprung free making your mouth water as you saw the precum leaking from it. He started to lightly stroke himself before sliding into you and bottoming out, making both of you moan in pleasure.
âFuck, you feel so good around me, baby.â
All you could do was moan in response as Jack quickly placed your legs on top of his shoulders and you knew from that point on that he wasnât about to show you any mercy.
And sure enough you were right as he quickly pounded into you.
âThatâs it, take all of it, baby. Youâre doing such a good job. Keep those legs spread for me.â
You put your left hand over your mouth in the hopes of muffling your moans, but at this point you had no idea if any sound was coming out. More than likely it wasn't as you felt yourself getting close again.
Jack then quickly slid out of you leaving you looking at him with a confused expression on your face but all he did was look down at you and smirk before gently stroking your face.
âI need you on all fours. Face down ass up.â
When you woke up, you had no idea what time it was as you reached for Jack and saw that it was empty when you had finally opened your eyes.
Pouting at the empty space, you rolled over to look at your phone and saw that it was around 2 in the afternoon and you simply laughed to yourself.
He put you to sleep, just like you asked.
You heard the door open and turned back around to see that it was your husband and you reached your arms out telling him that you wanted a hug which he gave to you.
âMmm, good morning or should I say good afternoon my princess. Did you sleep well?â
Just then Urban barged his way into the room and rolled his eyes before sitting down on the bed and then quickly jumping back up with a disgusted look on his face.
âDon't do that. I changed the sheets.â Jack said as he rolled his eyes at Urban.
âWell to answer your question, I didn't sleep well unlike the princess over here. Because all I heard was you two going at it.â
âIâŠ. wellâŠ.â You started to say, but was immediately cut off.
âNo. Save it. I don't know how the hell you aren't pregnant yet.â
âBecause IâŠ.â
âYes, swallowing is your birth control. Anything else you want to add?â Urban asked as his arms were crossed and Jack stifled a laugh.
âThere is actually. We need to get you a girlfriend.â You responded as Jack pulled you onto his lap and kissed you.
âI couldn't agree more.â Jack whispered into your ear as Urban rolled his eyes.
âYou two make me sick.â
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