#i am trying to pull back a bit on the rhetoric but i feel like i'm watching people fall and somehow hit every single stair on the way down

[utilitycaster]

something that struck me from some of the really good tags on this post (specifically the "tall kings") one is that most arguments against the gods or for the benefit of Predathos rely on real-world metaphors that just...don't really fit very well, and it might just be that this isn't something for which one can draw a real world metaphor, but might actually have to conceive a world that is fundamentally different than ours. The gods aren't tall kings; "destroying the throne" does not mean a coup. It means their deaths; and yes, to state the obvious a coup against a monarchy frequently involves assassinating the monarch, but it's telling that the language is carefully skirting around that. You cannot destroy the throne or remove the crown or have the gods step down in any peaceful manner; both the Matron and Arch Heart agree this only happens if the threat of Predathos is unleashed.

And Predathos. Setting aside the connotations of assigning the idea of wild deer to sentient beings, the "reintroduction of the natural predator" metaphor collapses on several points. The first is that equating "became deities, who, as the post linked above points out and per general lore, are explicitly not able to run rampant anymore". The second is that Predathos is not a wolf that once lived on Exandria but is just as foreign to the world as the gods themselves. While I reject the metaphor entirely for the initial reasons stated, it is worth keeping in mind that if you do need it as a scaffolding on which to hang foreign concepts, Predathos is less the wolf population and more a family of tigers or cheetahs: just as much an invasive species, with an impact on the environment

I think these are two major issues that need to be addressed in any conversation:

Predathos has been adopted and mythologized by several party members who are actually much more concerned about the titans, who are dead. Killing the gods will not bring back the titans. I feel this metaphor is sort of falling into that same trap; this is not a return of something native to this world.

On some level, while I understand the use of real-world metaphors to comprehend a fantasy world from a lens of familiarity - I do this as well! - I think if we cannot have a discussion that starts with "what if Predathos is in fact the embodiment of a cosmic, unending, merciless hunger that cannot be changed and cannot be swayed and can only be sealed, killed, or given free rein" we cannot have a discussion at all. I think it's necessary to acknowledge we're talking about a game that gives you a space to explore an idea as if it were physical, and which might not be able to be told within the bounds of real-world experience.

This of course also doesn't address the ongoing issue of "whether or not Bells Hells actions towards Predathos and the outcome ends up being in the moral right, the road to get here was structurally unsound and the party did not go in with the intent of doing anything specific whatsoever and indeed faltered for the most part when asked by the main villain what they wanted." Again, I don't care if Bells Hells are heroes or villains or something in between, but they don't seem to be anything or have any shared intention as a group, which I've discussed already here. But if you do want to argue that releasing Predathos could be good, I think it's necessary to have a coherent argument there, and be able to address "what if it's really fucking bad" if we're moving into the realm of the speculative. "What if this change that comes at the end of mass death might be better for the world but I have no proof" is not a very convincing argument. It is, in fact, one of the only ones Bells Hells has made a compelling case against.

[girlgenius1111]

one of your girls part 2

part 1 alexia x jenni x leila x reader. jenni and alexia try to share smut, 18+. part of the rush verse @vixwritesagain ... for context: Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here Read Part Four here Read Part Five here Read Part Six here Read Part Seven here Read Part Eight here

----- “And I want you to be loud.” She stated, shifting her hips forward so the tip of the strap pressed against you. The heat of her thighs nudged up against your own. “Shouldn't be hard for you. Let Leila hear how well I fuck her whore.” 

You bit your lip, trying to stop the involuntary grind of your lower body. You and Alexia both turned your heads to look at the armchair across the room. Leila just grinned back at you. 

“Seems like she is your whore right now, Ale.” Leila said happily. 

Alexia took a moment to stare incredulously at your girlfriend. You dragged your nails over her abdomen, freezing when Alexia turned her attention back towards you. She caught your hand and pressed it down into the bed. 

“You are feeling like a brat today?” Alexia asked rhetorically. “Brats do not get to come.” 

Almost unconsciously, you looked in Jenni’s direction, taking in the slim lines of her while she perched on the spare bed. Alexia’s hand instantly gripped your jaw, forcing your focus back on her. Her expression had hardened and you felt a shiver run through you at the steel in her eyes. “You are not in charge. I am.” 

Jenni hummed, a small smile creeping into her expression. “Are you?” 

You were echoing Jenni before you could stop yourself.  “Are you, Ale?” 

You realised your mistake as soon as the words left your mouth. As soon as Alexia smirked down at you sadistically. “Puta.” 

“Fucking- Ale,” You gasped, feeling her hips push her cock into you all at once. You were sensitive, though still wet from before. Alexia set off at an unrelenting pace. 

“¿Qué fue eso?” Alexia grunted. “You have something to say?” 

She gripped your hips in her hands, holding you still as she fucked into you. The feeling had your fingers tangling in the bedsheets. You could feel every inch of her, never pulling out all the way before she pushed right back in. Alexia kept her thrusts sharp, forcing filthy sounds from your lungs with every jab. 

“¿Nada?” She taunted as your eyes squeezed shut. 

Your legs curved around her waist, tangling behind her bucking hips for just a second before Alexia pushed them off. 

There was no fight to be had when she pressed your knees back to your chest. “Hold.”

The part of her lips when you moved your hands to do as she asked made Jenni’s chuckle less embarrassing. 

Alexia’s eyes trailed downwards, slowing her hips until she could fully appreciate how you spread yourself for her. “Mira, Lei.” 

You didn’t have to look to know that you had Leila’s full attention already. Still, her voice was soothing. “Sí. She’s perfect for you, no? Give it to her harder, she can take it.” 

Alexia leaned down, digging both hands into the sheets by your head. She kept that distance when her eyes bore into your own. 

Your back arched at the fierceness of her first thrust, then the second and third in quick succession. With her weight rocking down, pushing your hips into the mattress with every pass, there was nowhere else to go. 

“Fuck!” You gasped as she filled you over and over. “Yes, Ale-”

You were distracted by Jenni kneeing her way onto the bed. Alexia held no such qualms, pounding inside until Jenni stroked over her shoulder. “Share.”

No warning when Alexia pushed back, pulling herself from your body and turning her focus to her girlfriend immediately. 

“Por detrás, pues.” She requested. Jenni didn’t remind her to speak English, and you wondered if it was because the comment was entirely for her and not you. The blonde waited until Jenni had easily flipped you over, onto your hands and knees, before she slid onto the bed near the headboard. It was difficult to resist the urge to drop down until your face hit the mattress, or at least onto your elbows, but you managed to stay upright even when Jenni yanked your hips back into hers. 

“Ojos aquí.” Alexia instructed suddenly. Rough hands cupped your jaw, tilting your face upwards. And while Alexia wanted your eyes on her, her attention was fixed on Leila. “¿Puedo follarle su garganta mientras Jenni se folle su coño?” 

Something about the question being directed at Leila, even as you were only a few inches from her, had your head leaning further into Alexia’s hands. Jenni chose that moment to enter you, pushing in at a much slower pace. Alexia’s thumbs rubbed small circles over your cheekbone as you let out a deep groan, your body pressing backwards for more.

Leila replied, sounding simply delighted. “Por supuesto. She likes to have things in her mouth. Don’t you, bebé?” 

Any reply you could have managed was cut off when Alexia guided her strap towards your open mouth. The sight in front of you was overwhelming, with Alexia’s muscular thighs tense as she kneeled on the bed. 

More gently than you were expecting, Alexia began to work her cock into your mouth. She and Jenni set a mind numbing rhythm. The striker behind you was going almost agonisingly slow, barely thrusting. She stuck to more of a deep grind, hardly pulling out l before her hips met your ass again. And while Jenni hit every spot inside of you that made your brain lose its ability to form words, Alexia demanded them.

“You like my cock in your mouth?” She asked, clearly expecting a response even as she inched herself further inside. 

“Uh huh,” you grunted, gazing up at her with wide, watery eyes. 

“Whose do you like better? Mine? Or Leila’s?” 

You would have smirked around her cock if you could have. As it were, you had to mumble around it. “Leila’s.” 

Alexia frowned, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging. She pushed her strap further into your mouth, grinding her hips to make the spit run down your chin. She fucked herself into you further until you couldn’t help but gag. 

“Try again.” She warned, pulling back so that the tip pressed to your lips every time Jenni filled you. The increase in speed from the striker, paired with the gentle pinch to your thigh, told you exactly what to say. 

“Jenni’s.” You coughed out to cover up the needy moan. Behind you, Jenni barked out a laugh. Leila tried to muffle her amusement, but Alexia’s tight fist in your hair told you that she’d been wholly unsuccessful. 

“Basta.” The midfielder pulled her strap from your mouth, before sliding off the bed. “My turn.” She said firmly. She only had eyes for you as her girlfriend slowed her delicious thrusts, giving you a smack on the ass before she pulled out. Alexia wasn’t being demanding in an attempt to wrestle control from her girlfriend. Her eagerness was fueled entirely by a desperate need for you. Now. 

“Puedes caminar?” Alexia asked roughly, wrapping an arm around your midsection and pulling you away from Jenni. You whined at the movement, clinging embarrassingly tightly to your captain. 

“English.” Jenni reminded her breathlessly, falling onto her back on the bed.

Alexia took you in for a moment before her upper lip twitched. “No importa.” 

With that, she half carried you over to the desk, wrenching the chair out of the way, and turning you around till you were sandwiched between the cool wood and her hot body. She leaned down to nip at your ear lobe, before she pressed one hand on your spine. 

“Bend over.” Alexia instructed, so quietly you were sure you were the only one in the room to hear it. You let the blonde push you down until you were laying flat on your stomach on the desk in front of you. The shock of the cold on your bare skin made you wince. 

Alexia palmed at your ass, squeezing hard. She landed a few spanks there in quick succession to draw sharp gasps. 

With your face pressed to the surface, you could see Leila. She was only a few feet away now, curled up on the chair. Being bent over the desk gave her a much better view. This, you were sure, was not accidental on Alexia’s part. 

Leila grinned when your gaze met hers, face scrunching adorably. You broke first, squeezing your eyes shut as Alexia ran her hand between your legs. Her fingers wet themselves before pressing inside. 

Leila hummed appreciatively at the sight so near to her. “Tell Ale how much you love her fingers, bebé.” 

The gentle kiss that was pressed in between your shoulder blades challenged the less than gentle crook of Alexia’s fingers inside your cunt, but you were growing used to the puzzle that Alexia became when she fucked you. 

“I love your fingers, Ale,” You repeated, brain too scrambled to do anything other than say exactly what Leila told you to. 

The blonde’s upper body pressed down until her mouth was practically touching your ear. “Then I’ll give you another.” 

With no further warning, she leaned up off you and withdrew her fingers enough to ease in a third. It wasn’t so much the stretch that had you moaning, but more so the knowledge that Alexia could feel how wet you were, how your pussy clenched and pulsed. Her fingers were large, but they were nowhere near the size of the strap you’d had inside of you before, and you were aching for more almost as soon as Alexia had added the third. 

“Ale,” you whined. “More, please.”

“More? You want more?” Alexia sneered. “Mi zorrita wants more?” 

“Sí,” you begged. If you were hoping that your use of Spanish would soften Alexia up, you were wrong. Her fingers slowed until every noise they made sliding into your centre was long, drawn out, and filthy. 

“Tell me.” 

“I want more!” Alexia landed a smack on your ass, one that had you gasping in surprise and lurching forwards. Squeezing your eyes shut, you managed the words you knew she was looking for.  “Your little slut wants more.” 

“Tan bueno,” the midfielder cooed. Alexia pulled out, her strap sliding in almost instantly, filling the void left by three of her fingers. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as dripping fingers dragged themselves along your back. 

The midfielder was only allowed a few minutes of peace to fuck you how she wanted with no interruptions. It was as if she knew the time was limited, and she made the most of it. She fucked you slow and deep at first, before her hips moved more shallowly. 

You weren’t sure of much, sprawled limply across the desk as Alexia manhandled you any way she wanted. All you knew was that you wanted this to last, and it wouldn’t if you didn’t last. Tightening every muscle in your body, from your legs to your shoulders, you gripped onto the edges of the desk until your knuckles turned white. Even still, you pushed your hips back into the warm body behind you as best you could. 

All three women were entranced by the sight of you taking it however your captain gave it to you. Leila must have decided, though, that she hadn’t bothered Alexia nearly enough. 

“She looks good on your cock, Ale. Does she feel good?” 

“Sí.” Alexia grunted. “Tu novia es una puta para mí, Lei. ” 

“She is, isn’t she?” Leila said dreamily. Your body reacted to your girlfriend’s comment, a shiver running down your spine. 

Alexia let out a frustrated noise this time, but she wasn’t giving up. Slowing her thrusts just enough for you to sigh in frustration, she slid her hand lower, tracing a finger lightly over the rim of your second hole before she paused. 

“Y ahora? What if I fuck her here?” 

“If you want.” Leila replied immediately. 

“No.” You reached back to nudge her hand away. “Only Leila there.” 

“Only Leila?” Alexia repeated, tugging you back onto her cock until she was as deep as could be. Her hand wound in your hair, pulling you to arch against her chest. You planted your palms against the desk, holding yourself up while her other hand groped at your chest. “Will you beg us to fill you up again?” 

This time you grinned. You could feel Jenni and Leila watching. While Alexia was new, they were familiar, and that familiarity made you bolder. “You want me to beg?” You murmured, stretching your neck back to eye her. 

Alexia thumbed over your nipple, pinching it to a hard peak until your brow furrowed and your hips ground back against her. “Sí. Beg for me.” 

“Make me. Before your girlfriend tells you it’s her turn. ” 

The disbelieving sound that left Alexia’s mouth told you just how much trouble you were in, but it didn’t matter. The curl of her lips was dangerous. It was the last thing you saw before she pressed you back against the wood. 

No sooner had your cheek pressed down that Alexia snapped her hips hard. The force of it shocked a gasp from you, but there was no time to catch another breath. With her hands holding you down, Alexia used her full strength to take you apart. 

The desk banged against the wall again and again, drowning out some of the needy sounds you were making.

“Leila, ¿la dejas hablarte como una mocosa?” Alexia forced out between thrusts. She could pretend to be unaffected all she wanted; the small inhale in between her words, a hair too quiet to be considered whimpers, gave her away. Gone was the precision from before. Her rhythm had lost its fluidity. Instead, Alexia rutted into you like an animal. 

“She is not talking to me like a brat. She is talking to you like one.” 

“No-”

“Ale,” Jenni interrupted. “It is my turn.” 

“No.” Alexia grunted, moving her hands from your hips to your shoulders. With her new grip, she pulled you back on her cock, letting you feel the full length with every stroke. 

It was easy to ignore the way the desk dug uncomfortably into your skin when her hips bucked against your ass. The way her cock pressed in and out gave nothing else. No tingling brushes against your clit to get you there. Yet the speed, the fierceness of her thrusts, the sheer dominance in how she held you, all of it made your knees quiver. 

“Ale!” You cried, reaching back to palm at her thigh. It took less than two seconds for Alexia to catch your hand and pin it behind your back. “Holy fuck.” 

With every pass forcing pleasure, the noises Alexia pulled from you were filthy. It became harder and harder to watch Leila as your eyes rolled and fluttered shut. “Ale-”

“She’s going to come.” Your girlfriend practically sang from the corner. 

“Is she?” Alexia snapped before she folded your other arm behind your back too.  “You’re close?” 

“Yes!” You groaned. It was impossible to move much with your legs spread and your weight off balance. 

“You want to come on my cock?” 

A harsh sting across your ass cheek told you that whining into the desk wasn’t enough. “Yes. Fuck, Alexia!” 

Her hips stuttered a little as she shifted her weight. “Who?” 

“Ale!” You shuddered, dangerously close to the edge. “Alexia! Oh my god.”

A squeeze to your ass before she slowed to a gentle rock. 

Your stomach dropped, wrists twisting in her large hand to grab at her. “No. No, Ale please. I’m so close.”

“Begging now?” Jenni called from far behind. 

“Yes!” You hissed, trying to catch Alexia with your frantic gaze. With your body held down, you could only make out her figure in your peripheral vision. “Please don’t stop?” 

“But I’m tired.” Her Spanish lilt did little to cover the delight in her tone.

“No you’re not.” You squirmed desperately, feeling the pressure built up start to ebb away. “Alexia please.” 

“Please,” she mocked. The reprimand you expected to hear from Jenni to be nice never came, and you were sure it was because the striker was enjoying the show too much to complain on your behalf. “Please what?”

“Ale,” you whimpered, aware that you were only playing into what she was teasing you for, but unable to do anything else. “I need you.” 

“Mmm.” Alexia hummed. “Who do you need? Tell me again.” 

“You, Alexia, ple-” 

She picked up her pace, not as fast as before but just enough for your orgasm to begin to build again. She snapped her hips into you steadily, using her grip on your wrists as leverage to yank your body back in rhythm with her thrusts. 

“Does your girlfriend feel this good?” She probed after a few seconds, her words slightly breathless as she worked in and out of you. 

You couldn’t think through what the correct response would be. “Alexia, I-” 

“Do you wish it was her right now?” She growled as her hips rocked steadily. 

“No!”  

“Por qué?”

Groaning, you pressed your hips back to silently ask for more. With each thrust her cock hit every spot you needed it too, forcing tiny, involuntary whines. “Because you feel so good. You fuck me so good Ale.” 

“Tell her.” Alexia lilted close to your ear.

It took a second for your eyes to focus on Leila. She was close enough that you could see her tongue when she licked her lips before breaking out her sunshine smile. Leila held your gaze for just a second before tilting her chin up a fraction. 

“Lei, I’m gonna–” You panted out, shivering at the twisting pleasure of it all.  “She feels so fucking good, Lei. Her–” Alexia’s sharp thrust cut your thought in half. Suddenly there was only one thing on your mind.  “I-I wanna come, please let me come.” 

Leila shifted, tucking a leg underneath herself. The rapid dart of her eyes gave you another clue. 

“Alexia, please can I come?” Your words were muffled and pathetic against the wood, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when her hips bounced against your ass. 

One hand pressed soothingly into your hair, surprisingly tender given the beat of her fucking. “Ah,” Alexia grunted, “You sound pretty when you beg for me.” 

Like a battery fizzling out, her thrusts lost all speed and power in an instant. Her grip tightened on your wrists.

“No! Alexia, please!” You gasped, wriggling your hips desperately. 

“Shh, zorrita.” You could feel the captain press all the way in, leaning over to drape the heat of herself along your back. 

“No! Please, god, I’m so close!” 

With her weight against you and her feet keeping yours spread, there was little you could do to hold on to the orgasm. Instead, you had to whine through the slow bleed as tingling pleasure gave way to aching arousal. 

Though her lips were kind on your shoulder blade, her victorious smile was anything but. Alexia spoke lowly, a quiet thing only aimed at you. “Since you like your girlfriend’s cock so much more, you can come on hers later.”

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[spiralsdrop]

This is a hypnosis story I've always loved. If anyone knows who the author is I would love to give them the credit they deserve for this.

“My friends and I were at a bar across town. It was dark, a little loud, underground, with dim red lights and drinks that cost too much. But there were lots of plush little booths and we managed to snag ourselves a corner, so we sat and got deep into drinking and chatting.

After an hour or so, there was a big commotion going on in one corner with people falling around laughing. Before we saw what was going on, everyone involved had stumbled away hooting and giggling. But my friend Rachel leads me over and there’s this young guy kind of holding court.

“What’s going on?” Rachel asks, over the music.

“Oh, I’m hypnotising people,” he says, casually, like people do that all the time.

“For real? You’re a hypnotist?”

“Yes I am,” he says.

Rachel thinks this is hysterical. I think it sounds ridiculous.

“We should dooooooo this!” she says, waving over the two other friends we’re out with.

“Should we?”

“We should! YOU should.”

“I don’t think so,” I say, but she’s already tugging on this guy’s arm… and pushing me towards him.

“Hypnotise Emma!”

“Yeah?”

“She REALLY wants to!”

He looks at me.

“Do you want to?”

“Uh, I’m pretty sure I’m un-hypnotisable.”

“Well,” he says. “Wanna find out?”

“You can try,” I say. I’m smirking a little bit. Silly me.

“Well, OK then. Here, take a seat.”

Like I said, I thought it was ridiculous.

There are two small wooden chairs facing each other and I sit in one. I smooth down the short, tight little dress I’m wearing. He – neat grey t-shirt, jeans, a tattoo of swirling black lines, like a soundwave, on one arm, a mischievous sparkle in his deep brown eyes, like someone who’s just had a sinfully good idea – sits on the other one, pulls it closer so our knees are almost touching. I’m a little nervous… but determined not to let it show.

“OK,” he says. He takes my arms and places them on the arm of my chair, palms up. He holds my hands with his and gives them a reassuring squeeze.

“You OK?”

“I’m fine.”

“This is going to be fun, OK?”

“Well, if you say so.”

Three of my friends are now gathered watching us. I hear Rachel say “I bet she thinks she’s a chicken five minutes from now.”

He lets go of my hands and wraps his gently around my wrists, his thumb on each, like he’s taking my pulse. He starts talking to me low and urgently, looking into my eyes warmly.

“So what’s your name?”

“Emma.”

“Where are we?”

“A bar.”

“What colour are the lights here?”

“Red.”

“Only red?”

“Some white.”

“What’s your name again?”

“Emma.”

”OK, Emma. We’re good.”

His thumbs are tracing circles on my skin.

His questions became… rhetorical. Think of my feet on the floor. Were they heavy? Did it feel good to just rest them there? Doesn’t it feel warm? Isn’t the chair comfortable?

It did feel comfortable. It felt like the second when an elevator stops descending and you’re that little bit heavier. I felt warm like sinking into a fresh bath. He put his hand on my bare shoulder. It felt solid and good.

Didn’t I feel calm? Isn’t it nice? Try closing my eyes. Keep listening to his voice. Even raised over the music is voice, is like a heavy blanket on a lazy Sunday. His hand slides to rest under my hair, on the back of my neck. Weren’t my wrists relaxed? Like they could rest on the arms of the chair forever. His other hand taps out a rhythm on my knee. Calm like warm sunshine on my skin. The sounds around me drift off into a dull hubbub. This was more relaxing than I th…

…I open my eyes and time has jumped just a little. Maybe it’s a few seconds later – or a few minutes? Which was weird. But it can’t have been long. My friends were all still there. And I still felt good. Calm. Nice. The rest of the world feels a little muffled, like the air is thicker.

“All awake, Emma?”

I nod.

“How do you feel?”

“I feel… fine.”

“That’s good.”

He rested his fingertips on my wrists and… oh.

“How does that feel?”

For some reason, it felt SO good. It was like one of those feelings that ran all through your body, like the feeling I get when my neck is being kissed, or my nipples are teased, or having ‘good girl’ growled quietly in my ear.

“It feels good,” I murmured. I was still sort of sleepy.

His fingertips started running slowly up and down my wrists, from my up-turned palms to the crook of my elbow. It was like the sexiest teasing I’d ever felt. Tingles rushed up to my shoulders and through my chest. I could feel my nipples getting hard under my dress.

“Do you like the way it feels?”

I nodded. The tingling was spreading through my tummy and between my legs. I was calm and floaty and burningly turned on all at once. He pulled his hands away. I bit my lip in frustration.

“More?”

“Yeah.”

He picked up his chair and moved it. I felt him sit down behind me. He leaned in close and whispered “Close your eyes…” into my ear. I did what I was told.

The moment his hands touched my back I gasped like lightning ran down my spine to my crotch. Every tiny hair on my neck stood up in reaction to his touch.

“Fuck.”

Each stroke of my shoulder blades felt like being stroked… everywhere, all at once. My clit was getting harder and more sensitive with each rub. My underwear felt hot and wet. I could barely control my breathing.

His hands slid over my shoulders and teasingly over my upper arms. It was like ecstasy. Just the fabric of my underwear against my clit was delicious. I slid my ass against the wooden chair instinctively trying to find some friction or relief. As he blew gently on the back of my neck I leaned back and spread my legs in the confused hope of being touched. I fucking ached with pleasure.

“It’s such a strong feeling,” he murmured in my ear, “when you think about it.”

He pulled his hands away once again. My heart was thudding in my chest, my nipples were hard through the fabric of my dress which had ridden up from my accidental grinding against the seat. Even with my eyes closed, I looked like a hot mess but I was so turned on I was beyond caring. I was just glad the club was so dark.

He puts brought his chair around to my side and just in front, so it was perpendicular to me. He sits in, close.

“How are you feeling?”

I open my eyes. I’m dimly aware of the giggling of my friends, and the gaze of some other onlookers over me. I feel a wave of heat as my face reddens.

“Don’t worry about them,” he says. “Look at me.”

“This is crazy,” I mouthed.

”I told you it would be fun.”

I’m speechless.

“Keep going?”

I was nodding before I even thought about it.

He scoots in front of me a little more. “Put your leg on my lap, Emma.” I lift my bare leg and place it tentatively across his knees.

His hand rests on my knee and a jolt of pleasure hit me. It snakes up my thigh to my wet cunt and fizzles deep me, my hips twitching. To my embarrassment I let out a moan of pure pleasure.

His fingertips are stroking my skin in soft, little circles. My thighs are starting to shake. Laughter among the crowd sends me blushing. He shakes his head in their direction and then looks at me.

“Emma, look at me.”

His twinkling eyes lock mine.

“You’ve been doing really well. Don’t worry about them. Listen to my voice.”

I nod in breathless agreement. His fingertips start drumming slowly on top of my thigh, one-two-three, one-two-three, one-two three..

It feels like a fluttering feeling inside me and I scrunch my eyes closed in delight. I squirm in my seat, squeezing my thighs together tightly just for a hint of pressure on my clit.

“Emma, look at me.”

“You’ve been doing really well. I know it feels intense. It feels so strong…”

I’m trembling with each quickening tap. One-two-three-one-two-three-one-two-three-one-two-three…

“It’s getting stronger and stronger, Emma. Like you can’t hold back.”

The drumming moves imperceptibly up my thigh, to the edge of my dress and it feels 100 times stronger. I’m arching my back. My hands grip the arm of the chair like they’re my bedsheets when I’m touching myself. I’m so close…

“Emma, listen to me.”

“Oh my god.”

“Emma, listen.”

“I’m… please… I…”

“Let go.”

With those two words the orgasm hits me like an explosion, my thighs clamping together, the contractions in my cunt are so strong I bend double in my chair.

“Let go.”

It feels like I’m being fucked hard and deep while I cum, my g-spot is spasming with pleasure. I cry out helplessly.

“Let go.”

His hand gripping my thigh sends another orgasm shivering through my clit and then bursting inside of me. I feel a hot flood of wetness soak through my panties as I involuntarily squirt a little.

“Let go.”

I slump back in the chair as my hips jolt into the air. I can hear my friends shrieking with laughter as they watch me orgasm uncontrollably. I try to hold back but I can’t stop cumming. Each squeeze of my thigh sends another wave of powerful juddering contractions through my pussy, makes me moan, twitch, gush, gasp, grind, shake, cum.

I’ve never cum for so long.

“OK, you. Come here.”

He takes my leg off his lap and comes in close to me. He wraps his hand on my neck and pulls me toward him, my forehead resting on my shoulder, exhausted and trembling. “Just relax,” he murmurs. “Listen to my voice…”

I sink back into a calm darkness.

A few moments later I wake up, sheepish and embarrassed… but even so, I can’t stop grinning. He strokes my wrist one last time – no unbearable pleasure, this time – and smiles. I tentatively stand up, and my legs are like jelly. Rebecca grabs me incredulously and says “OH. MY. GOD.”

“I. KNOW.”

I tell her I have to excuse myself to use the bathroom and shakily stumble in that direction. It’s busy with girls streaming in and out, but in the mirror, I see my face and chest are flushed pink. And my hair’s a mess.

I shut myself in the cool dark cubicle and slide off my panties, down my ankles and over my shoes and step out of them. They’re so drenched from my cum I throw them in the trash can. I instinctively reach between my legs and fuck, I’m still so wet and sensitive. I lean back against the cubicle door and let my fingertips find my slick, hard, throbbing clit. It feel so good to finally feel the touch my body had been craving.

Around me were the sounds of doors opening and closing, girls talking, water running, the throbbing music from next door and the hand-dryer blowing.

I was so hungry to feel full inside and I greedily pushed two fingers deep inside, sliding in deliciously easily. My knees buckled with satisfaction as I slowly, quietly fucked myself. Each time the hand dryer switched on, I pumped my fingers in and out hard and fast, the noise of the motor covering the sounds of my wetness, until it stopped and I had to wait for more agonising seconds.

When I couldn’t take it any more, with one last blast of the hand dryer, I frantically rubbed my clit, my other hand grabbing my tit, and then those commanding words “Let go… let go… let go…” suddenly reverberating in my head, until, my hand clamped over my mouth, I came for the second time that night, my legs buckling in shock, sliding down the cubicle door until I was sat on my heels, waves of pleasure still shuddering through my thighs.

I sat on the toilet for a few minutes and straightened myself out, until the red flush of orgasm had faded from my chest. Then I went back out to join my friends… embarrassed, sans underwear but oh-so-satisfied.

And when I’m alone, the words ‘let go…’ can still push me over the edge sometimes :)”

I would love to give proper credit to this author. If any of you know who wrote this please let me know so I can tag them and give them the credit they deserve.

[spookypete-94]

Continuation of Choices have Consequences

Taking care of a baby is hard. Simon tries to assist you while Johnny takes care of the baby.

GhoapxFem!reader

CW for lactation kink

Probably one of the strangest things I've thought of 😂 Can read without the first one, but if you would like more Ghost content here's the first part.

Spending quite a bit of time on your own since Simon and Johnny still are active in their military roles, waking up in the middle of the night to take care of your shared child was not a problem to you.

What was causing the issue was the strong arm around your waist not allowing you to get up.

"Si, lemme go, the boys hollerin'." Sleep was still heavy in your speech, tongue heavy, but the cries quickly sobered your slumber.

They both surprised you this evening, coming home early from their deployment. Already you were exhausted from celebrating their welcome home.

"Johnny boy has got 'im. Let him take care of feedin' 'im." The arm already around you pulling you closer, a vice and lock you for sure were not escaping from.

You were lucky, your milk had come in and came with a mighty force. Filling bottle after bottle and bag after bag. A nice stockade already in the freezer.

"If I don't feed him or pump, I'm gonna be sore."

"That so?" A question that was rhetorical, condescending sounding almost. That arm that had locked you in now pinned you at your ribs, a large hand kneading and massaging your swollen tit. Milk already leaking from your baby's crying.

"I can help with that." He grumbled into your ear, igniting goosebumps and a shiver down your spine.

"You can't be serious..." The thought is almost taboo to you, surely he couldn't be implying.

"Oh, but I am, Luv."

Pinned to your back, you were already under him, night shirt being pulled off and over your head.

"Simon!" You gasped, startled.

Again he pushed and pulled, massaging them first before kneeling over and wrapping his tongue around a nipple. Lightly he tugged on his, sucking. The sensation is completely different from actually breast feeding. This actually felt soothing.

Unable to help it you began to squirm under him, needing and wanting more. Managing to slip a leg around one of his large ones, you grinded into it creating friction.

A laugh happened above you, Simon breaking the seal from your breast.

"Atta' girl. Take what you need. It tastes so sweet by the way. No wonder why my son's so big and healthy. Feedin' him so well."

All of his words rushed and quickly before moving on to your other breast, continuing his prior practice. It made you feel hot, a sweat breaking out across your skin. His warm tongue moving back and forth on your bud, pushing his thigh up higher into your pussy.

The bedroom door opening back up caught your attention, but what fully broke it was Johnny's voice.

"Wot's goin' on here?" He asked fully aware he was missing out on something.

"Gonna make a second." Simon replied trying to be cheeky.

"Nu uh mate, that last one was yours, this one's going ta be mine." Johnny replied back eagerly, throwing his shirt to the floor before leaping to the bed. The idea of a bright blue eyed baby this time filling his delight and hunger for you.

So much for sleeping when the baby sleeps...

Simon "Ghost" Riley Masterlist

[fancyfeathers]

Always Prey But Never A Bird

Based on the Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling series

Previous Chapter <- Chapter Two -> Next Chapter

You cannot remember the last time you walked down the hallways of Wayne Manor, your last few months here were something you would rather not remember. There was a heavy silence in the hallway as you walked down the hallway, sandwiched between Tim and Damian, Tim looked like he could not quite look you in the eye, as if there was a heavy guilt weighing on his chest, meanwhile Damian just looked angry, a familiar look to you though something was something about it was slightly different, you could not quite place it. You could practically feel your father’s eyes staring at the back of your head, it made you want to shrink into yourself, you knew he was certainly cross with you. You could not see the looks on Stephanie’s and Cassandra’s faces, they were just ahead of you, but you could just imagine the look of disappointment upon both of their faces.

You stepped into the family room behind your older sisters, you could see Jason glaring down at your male friend, Henbane, who has been tossed into an armchair in the corner while Dick was standing next to where Clove sat on a couch, rubbing her shoulder as she sobbed, clearly something snapped inside of her when she was standing in your defense, something from her past no doubt but you had no idea of what that could be, she was a sensitive soul deep down and terrified to lose what she had now because of what she lost before, terrified of the silence loneliness brought. You had tried to step towards Clove, to try to calm her down, but a strong hand grabbed your arm, just above your elbow. You turned your head to look at Damian just as he led you to a couch across the room from your friends and pushed you to it, forcing you to sit. You stumbled onto the couch and sat upon the edge, not allowing yourself to relax in the place where you once held captive. No one sat alongside you, but instead they all stood before you, Damian leaned against the armrest of the couch you sat on as if he was silently guardian you, making sure you did not run, while Bruce took a knee in front of you, looking you dead in the eyes as whe you tried to look down as if to hang your head in the shame they inflicted upon you.

“You knew we were trying to protect you, why would you do this to yourself-

“You blackmailed my mother, took away my friendships, my relationships, they were all gone because of you all! Hell, the last two months and a half I was here I don’t think I was allowed out of my room, though correct me if I am wrong but I do not think I am.” You cut your father off and tried to stand up, but unfortunately for you, you had failed to notice that Damian has moved behind you the moment you had started yelling at your father, he grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you back so your back was pressed against the back of the couch and your head bumped against his abdomen, his hands holding you down with a vice grip, acting like chains. You turned your head around at Damian, scowling at your older brother by a year and a half or so. “You just prove my point, Damian.”

“Do we need to remind you of your choice of friends and boyfriend?” you heard Jason question you from across the room, a rhetorical question, his voice beginning to fill with venom at your attitude you were giving them. He stepped towards you just close enough so you could feel his deep voice reverberate through the room and your body. “Your friends and your so-called boyfriend, defaced Damian’s locker in high school, they insulted him and threatened him, threatened our family-”

“From what I remember, Damian threatened him first, nearly giving him a concussion.” You snapped back at Jason, cutting him off as he recalled the time you were in high school and you managed to have a bit of freedom during the school day to be with your friends and how they did not exactly like your older brother, found him off and certainly did not like the way he treated you like a child. “Besides they were worried about me-”

“Worried my ass, most of them could be linked to the Court of Owls!”

“They are members, Todd.” Damian added in after Jason cut you off, you felt Damian’s grip tighten on your shoulders, his fingers digging into your shoulders making you wince in slight and sudden pain. “I am certain of it.”

“Wait, the Court of Owls exist?” Clove’s current panicked state only slightly paused at the mention of the myth that is whispered on the streets of Gotham.

“No they don’t, Clove. They are just looking to put a label on any threat they see, even if it is only in their minds.” You answered your friend before anyone else could, making their points seem even slightly reasonable. “My boyfriend was a great person when we were dating, they just didn’t like him because he was dating me and cared for me.”

+

“Why did you break up then?” Henbane asked as Alfred walked into the room with an ice pack for your friend’s arm from when he was slammed into the driveway by your father, Alfred gave you a solemn smile and nod. But Henbane’s question really did make you think…

“We… we never did…” a deep guilt built in your chest and your head fell into your hands as you thought about the time you spent together. Gabriel was so good to you, you knew he would have married you if you had stayed, he gave you everything you would have ever wanted. “Oh god I feel horrible.”

“Didn’t you give him your virginity or something?” Clove’s question was simple but instead it sparked an uproar, you did tell your friends that you did have sex with him, just a quick mention really during your meeting this morning.

“You did what?!” Tim’s voice shouted at you, his head turning between you and Clove who now looked terrified at the sudden enraged reaction from your former family. “You told us that you didn’t go all the way with him!”

“I lied.”

“Yes you did and now you are grounded-”

“I don’t even live here anymore, you… you don’t know where I live… I am an adult.” You spoke up against your father for the first time in what feels like forever. You reached up a hand and grabbed Damian’s hand, prying it off your shoulder before you shook him away as you stood up. “I was going to share our work with you if what Talia said was true but you know I don’t think I will.”

“You act like a child while you call yourself an adult.”

“And you all call yourselves heroes when you should be in Arkham Asylum.” You cut off Dick and shoved him away when he stepped up after your outburst and insult towards them all. His eyes went wide as he stumbled back a few steps, he was surprised at your change in your strength from the muscle you built up over the years. “I can’t even-”

“Little love?”

There was a voice that made the whole room fall silent the moment she was heard in the doorway. The breath stopped in your throat as that gentle voice rang in your ears, sounding like she was about to cry. You had to force your head to turn towards the doorway and the air truely left your lungs as you saw your mother standing there in the doorway, clearly having woken up recently as she was just in her yellow nightgown and white dressing robe. Her eyes were wide and her lips were agape as she just looked at you. You just took a step towards her and she did not skip a beat before she ran towards you, enveloping her in her arms, pulling you tight to her, and for once you did not mind the fact that you were someone’s child, because you would always be her little baby girl, her little love, it did not matter if you were taller than her now.

“Oh my baby…” She pulled away from you, her hands coming to rest on your cheeks, brushing your hair out of your face as she gave you that sort of melancholy smile as tears built up in the corners of her eyes. “Look how big you’ve gotten, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you, mom.” you choked up a sob and took a deep breath in to keep it from slipping out from your throat. Your eyes looked away, terrified to say goodbye because you do not know when or if you would see her again. Your hands came up to grab hers and pull them away from your face, and that is when she realized what you were thinking as she looked over to your friends who were standing up as your family just stared at you both.

“Take care of my baby, please.” she asked Henbane as his hand came to rest on your shoulder, starting to lead you back outside as this was a failed visit on the alliance side of things but not in the personal aspect.

“We will, ma’am.” Henbane answered her as he slapped Clove on the shoulder as she walked past him. “But Clove here is her real protector here, taking a bullet for her on patrol a few months ago.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t mention the fact I got shot at in front of my father.” you gave your sarcastic suggestion to your friend which resulted in a nervous laugh from both of your friends and Clove picked up her pace, nearly running down the hall which made you do a double take on her before quickly running after her. “Hey! Wait, you have my bike keys! Clove! Hey, I am not taking Henbane on my bike!”

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You all were currently hanging out in the living space part of the warehouse, Nettle had his legs propped up on Clove as he sat on the couch while she was sitting on the ground and playing around with a knife, Henbane and Foxglove were watching a movie. Meanwhile, you were sitting on top of a crate, fidgeting with a throwing knife, something Henbane taught you how to use, but you certainly aren't gonna question where he learned.

You were pulled from your thoughts when the garage door to the warehouse opened, and you all looked up to see a car pulling up into the warehouse by the motor bikes, it was a really nice cr and in some aspects it reminded you of of the ones the Bats had, clearly armored if you looked but this one was more discrete, you jumped down from the create as you saw the door open and out stepped the familiar face of Mr. Mark Austen. He was a pretty young man for a man of his wealth, late twenties, brown hair and eyes, freckles, and he wore a pastel blue vest and pink tie, you knew he was a father to his little sister since their parents passed away and she often picked his outfits and it was clear it was one of those days at the moment. 

“I come bearing gifts for you all.” He closed the car door while gesturing to the black vehicle, making it clear that it was for your use. “Well this is for Foxglove, Henbane, and Nettle, since they can’t use the bikes.”

“So… we have some news.” Foxglove spoke to Mr. Austen waved him over instead of greeting him or thanking him for his insanely expensive gift.

“I am not going to like this, aren’t I?”

“No you are not.”

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You left for patrol early, leaving the others to get Mr. Austen filled on what happened at the docks and manor since they knew just as much as you did. Well you told them that you were going out patrol, but if you were going on patrol then you would not have turned off the commlinks but you did. You had taken your bike down to the Historic District of Gotham, down by the Union Station.

There was someone you needed to see.

You had to scale a building to reach the top floor which was your destination. You peered into the windows as you stood on the windowsill, it was a penthouse, one you were familiar with from the few visits you managed to make without your father noticing. You spotted a young man sitting at a desk, looking into his bedroom which was kept in neat order, just like you remembered. He had short blonde hair with a nice wave to it and the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen. You took a deep breath for extra courage and knocked on the glass of the window which made him jump before he turned his head to see you standing there. He stared for a long moment, his eyes darting between you and the bedroom door, but instead he decided to slowly walk towards you and took a leap of faith before opening his window, letting you inside.

“Songbird… right?” He asked, sounding slightly nervous about the fact that a vigilante had just appeared at his window. “May I help you?”

“Please, don’t call me that. The press gave me that name and it just ticks me off.”

“Then what should I call you?”

“By my name.” You took a deep breath in and out before peeling your mask away from your skin and you looked him dead in the eye, watching his expression turn into one of pure and utter shock, as if he had just seen a ghost. “Hi Gabriel.”

Your boyfriend looked like he was about to cry at the very sight of you, you could see his chest rise and fall with uneven breaths. Instead of trying to say something he just stumbled forward and embraced you, his arms wrapping around your waist and his head coming to rest between your shoulder and neck, his breath in your ear and his cheek pressing against your own as his fingertips trailed up your spine. Unlike your mother who you reunited with earlier today, he let himself sob as he held onto you and you held onto him, your bodies collapsing onto the floor together. You held him as he cried and you looked around the room, nothing has changed since high school minus the bedding and carpet, a more mature and refined taste taking hold, as if he was not those things before, he took you out to a five star restaurant for your very first date and then took you here to meet his parents. Your eyes looked to the full sized mirror he had hanging on the wall between his bathroom door and the door to his walk in closet, the border of the mirror was lined with photos, old polaroids from high school, photos of you and him together, some of you, you two had hung those photos together on a date once, you remember you had bribed Kate Kane to sneak you out to do be with him, promising her a girl’s night with her. Your eyes darted around the room, falling to his nightstand next, there was a framed photo of you and him at your graduation on it along with a candle that was aflame and a bouquet of flowers, forget-me-nots, white roses, and white lilies, all flowers of mourning.

Just as you felt him slip away, the door to his room swung open and there you saw his parents standing there, Mr. Christiel and Mrs. Christiel, both were quite fond of you, they even talked about you marrying Gabriel one day, not to mention his mother’s friendship with your own.their son’s crying must have alerted them, but their shocked faces at the sight of you told you this was not what they expected to find.

“Oh my god…”

“Sorry for the surprise visit.” You gave them a smile, speaking after the words of shock escaped Mrs. Christiel lips. You stood up from the ground along with Gabirel, him keeping a hand on the small of your back, you gave them a nervous laugh and wave before Mrs. Christiel ran towards you, squeezing you in her embrace, she was a very tall woman so when she pressed you to herself, she pressed you to her chest in the sort of way a mother would cradle their baby’s head.

“We thought you were dead, my dear.” She spoke as she let you breathe, taking a step back to take your appearance in, which slowly turned into one of confusion as she met your eyes. “You are Songbird?”

“Sort of… the press gave me that name but it’s not… it’s not me.”

“Well I think it suits you beautifully.” Mr. Christiel chimed in, stepping forward from the doorway and resting a hand atop his wife’s shoulder. “After all, you used to make our boy sing with joy.”

“You’re too kind, Mr. Christiel.”

“He does not have the heart you do, little nightingale.” Mrs. Christiel said, reaching out her silk covered hand to run her thumb across your bottom lip, a strange sign of affection but you did notice the small amount of your dried blood that smeared across the white silk as her hand came to rest upon her husband’s chest. “Well we had a meeting tonight, but we can explain your absence Gabriel. After all, you two have some catching up to do.”

“Oh no, I can come back if you need him there, Mrs. Christiel-”

“Nonsense, his absence will be completely explainable.” the wealthy woman insisted, waving your concern off. “You two deserve some time alone together for your fated reunion.”

“What if we bring her with us, mother?” Gabriel suggested, making both of his parent’s heads turn to him. “I am sure they would be ecstatic to know she is alive-”

“No, my lovey, this is your time, you shouldn’t have to share it after all this time.” his mother reached out and patted her son’s hand affectionately before taking her husband’s arm as he led her out the door. “Have fun you two, don’t be too rough, we wouldn’t want our Songbird missing her patrols.”

You two stood there, red faced and in stunned silence. You heard the front door of the penthouse open and close, the one that leads to the elevator foyer. It is then when you knew you were both alone that you looked at him and smiled. “I’m sorry for not telling you I was alive… it wasn’t safe for me to say so yet.”

“And it is now?”

“Safer for me personally, but that’s only because there are no more consequences for telling you now that those said consequences have already been put into motion.”

“Angel… what do you mean by that?” He asked, his hand coming to grab your own as his blue eyes looked into your own, just brimming with concern. “Are you in danger?”

“All of Gotham is in danger.” You answered your boyfriend before a heavy sigh slipped from your lips as you led him to sit down on the bed with you. You took his hands in your own, tightly squeezing them as you could not make yourself look him in the eye. “I…I had a visitor last night on my patrol, her name is Talia Al Ghul, she is the daughter of the leader of the League of Assassins, an extremely deadly organization. She told me that something dangerous is brewing in this city, something that myself and my friends won’t be able to face… along with that she exposed my identity to a few people I was hiding from.”

“She what-”

“Don’t worry about that part, but it’s why I can see you so it’s not too bad.” your comment made Gabriel chuckle and that made you smile. “I just knew I had to see you in case… in case I don’t make it out of this alive.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Please, my death… it is something I have come to terms with if something happens to me out there.” You tried to comfort him but it just made that weight in your heart even heavier. “I didn't come to scare you with this whole death and grave danger conversation… I wanted to see you again, talk, catch up a bit maybe.”

“When do you need to start patrolling?”

“I left two hours early, so about that time, give or take a few minutes.”

“Could we catch up in a bit… I just want to be with you right now.” He leaned forward his head pressing against the side of your neck as he pressed a kiss or two to your jawline, right by your ear. “I just need to know you’re real if that’s alright.”

“It’s more than alright.” You pushed his head back, your fingers trailing underneath his chin to pull him back in for a quick kiss, his soft lips against your own chapped and bloodied ones acting as a harsh contrast. You stood up from his bed, your fingers trailing down your body to unclip your utility belt and as it fell to the ground your hands reached to your suit’s zipper. “I just need to get out of this thing now, this suit was an expensive gift and I don’t have my daddy’s money anymore.”

“You always have mine.”

“Hm… I’d rather just have you.”

“Cute.” you watched as you boyfriend began unbuttoning his own dress shirt as he watched you step out of your suit. “Don’t you have communication lines or something with your team? Won’t they hear?”

“I turned mine off.” you walked back to the bed and with a soft shove on his shoulders, you pushed him onto his back on the bed, letting you crawl on top of him. “And even if they did they already know I have a super sweet, funny, kid, attractive boyfriend with the heart of a saint and the voice of an angel.”

“Hm, but you’re the one called Songbird, so shouldn’t your voice be sweeter than mine?”

“Do you want to test that theory?”

“Oh I do.”

[asharasasylum]

The Devil May Cry

Yandere brother x sister! reader (hotd) - part 2 here

author's note: hey guys trying something different. no character specified but characters i write for/have written for and think would fit, highlighted at the bottom. warnings: yandere. non con kisses. incest. abuse. talks of past child abuse. 18+

After everything he constantly puts you through, you still seem to always go running back. 

He’s cruel. Some people would even characterise him as vile, your parents included, but you saw through all of that. It was a reaction to the years of abuse and trauma your parents had buried him under as a child. So he lashed out sometimes, called you spiteful names and even scared you at times. But how was he supposed to know any better, especially when the people that were meant to love him had shown him nothing but hate. 

You felt it was up to you to show him love even when his cruelty was aimed towards you. He’s your brother, who neglects their brother. 

You took it. Every single bit of it. From the nasty venom he spat from his lips to the objects that skimmed you as they flew from his fist, smashing into the walls behind you. He terrified you most of the time and yet you still offered a hand out for him to bite. 

But he’s taken it too far. You repeat it over and over in your head again as you pack all your remaining stuff into a bag. 

You can still feel the indent of his rings against your throat and the touch of his lips pressed against yours. Bile rose up in the back of your throat as your mind tried to face the reality of what had really just happened. 

“We’re playing this game again are we?” You heard him sneer from the bed. 

You glanced up at him for a second, noticing how he was still sprawled out over the top of his sheets as if nothing had happened. Your stomach twisted in disgust and you turned away again. 

“I’ll see you in a few hours, yeah?” He asked rhetorically, genuinely believing like all the other times before you were going to come crawling back. But you couldn’t not when you could still feel his body pressing against yours as he forced himself on top of you, the feel of his body moulding into yours and the hardness that he had pressed against your crotch. 

You’re in the car before you know it, half an hour away with his mocking laughter still ringing in your ears. 

You can barely see out your window, it’s clouded by something only you don’t notice what it is till you pull over. Your hand reaches out to wipe it, only to realise it is tears covering your vision. 

Even as you frantically wipe at them, they’re thick and heavy as they rack through your body. They’re not going anywhere, along with the memory of what he had just done to you. 

It was only a kiss. You try to ease yourself with that thought. It had only lasted a few seconds before you stopped it. It was only a kiss.

//

You were meant to be gone for a few hours at best. Back before dinner, bringing him something home with a teary eyed smile and an apology as if you were the one in the wrong. Yet it is three am and you haven’t even so much as sent him a text. 

At first he’s worried, pacing back and forth in his bedroom thinking of all the awful things that might have happened to you. He’d never forgive himself if you got hurt. Especially when he had been the one to drive you away. 

Maybe he had taken it too far this time. But how was he meant to hold back when your eyes brimmed with tears and you pouted at his cruel words. He’s been desperate for a taste of you for years so who was he to deny himself when you were looking so delicate and ripe. 

His worry finally dies down when he tracks your phone down, finding your car outside a familiar building. That worry twists into a burning rage that courses through his body as he stares up into dimly lit windows

It’s only a friend, you had told him. No one he should be worried about, your words mock him as he taps his finger against his steering wheel. He felt like he could hear you laughing now. Besides you’re my brother and you’re way too old to be getting protective over me. 

The light flickers on in one of the apartment windows, and through the peak of the curtains he notices your silhouette. He knows it's you, recognising the tone of your skin under the flattering bright light. He knows the contours of your frame, even from a distance. 

You’re fine. But it isn’t relief that fills him as he realises this. He can’t describe the feeling that sinks into his skin as he starts his car up again. He’s never felt like this before, his anger mixing in with something else. 

His cheeks are wet suddenly and he wipes at them, only to realise he’s crying. But these tears aren’t for him, he tells himself as he drives off. No, these years are for you. 

HOTD - Aegon Targaryen. Aemond Targaryen. Jacaerys Velaryon.

HOTD - Fem x Male character Insert Master List

(Dividers by @cafekitsune)

[monstas1ut]

Empty Headed

BYAKUYA KUCHIKI x black!reader

Summary

__ +18 bratty!black!reader gets her guts rearranged after finally ticking off her husband, now she’s all dumb off of her husband’s dick with drool coming out of her mouth and eyes rolled in the back of her head.. and Byakuya could care less.

Content

__ black!reader, female!reader, rough!Byakuya, reader makes Byakuya a meanie pants, choking, choking with a tie, dirty talk, squirting, doggystyle, clothed sex, dumbification, oral, “good girl” once or twice, choking, overstimulation, no condom y’all are married, lace front malfunction :(

___ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous

A/n

__ I’m back, my bad y’all

Those prominent veins were like tree roots deep in an ethereal forest. The way they connected, the raised texture of them, and the way they felt against your brown skin was heavenly. Byakuya Kuchiki had the prettiest attributes, and his veins were one of them. And as his perfect little wife, you’ve managed to memorize all of the Kuchiki heir’s perfectly natural attributes. The way his hair felt, the way his face showed little to no expression even when happy, and the way his veins would flex even more when he’d get all angry…

Who knew that the veins on his cock also protruded when his anger released above the surface. And as a perfect little wife, you had to memorize that too.

But that wasn’t all that hard when his pretty cock was stuck in the back of your throat.

The sweet taste of Byakuya’s slick precum edged you on as your tongue felt the underside of his unforgiving cock. Proportionate, long, and pretty. Those three words summed up your husband’s cock. It was pale, a contrast to your pretty brown sugar kissed skin. It was a contrast to those dark lined, glossy lips that were wrapped around it. And Byakuya loved it. Truthfully, he couldn’t get enough, and this was the exact moment to take advantage.

“Prove to me that you will cease every bit of attitude when I’m done with you, and If I sense anything other than obedience, I will corrupt your body without any remorse.”

Only loud breaths remained. Ropes of slimy saliva connected from the pink cock tip to your plump lips. Arousal hit right between your legs once Byakuya spoke to you in such a manner, and you couldn’t help but make it worse. And with bared lips and a brattish expression, you completely ignored his efforts at cutting this short. You’ve already sparked his flame at a formal event, and now you’re playing this absurd game.

Byakuya didn’t have time for it.

“Such blatant ignorance. You absolutely disgust me when you act this way. No matter, you won’t be able to act in such a manner when your pretty head is empty am I right…?” Byakuya’s voice rumbled from the depths of hell. His care and regard for your feelings dispersed into thin air the second you agreed with your conscience on being a slutty brat. The royal didn’t care anymore, he only cared about setting his woman straight, because she’s obviously lost her mind.

And with a cocky smirk etching onto your face, all while you were on your knees, you managed to try to talk. Even if you were being disciplined in this thin-walled hotel room, you still managed to conjure up the audacity… “Fuck-..”

Unfortunately it was cut short, and the thin lace that was glued to the skin on your hairline felt an enormous amount of tugging when Byakuya’s large, elegant hands gripped at the long, wavy hair. Both sides were balled up in his fists, and he pulled you forward as if you bore horns. Then, his pretty pink cockhead forced its way into your wide mouth just to shut you up once again.

“It was a rhetorical question, darling… or are you already more empty headed than before…?”

Cold as his words were, you definitely decided that you deserved this. After the raunchy attitude at the main floor, Byakuya managed to shoot a few looks your way. These looks did nothing but make it worse, and in all honesty, you knew what you were doing. But you figured the Kuchiki heir was going to drop it and go on about the day.

Being dragged back to the luxurious hotel room only to be brain fucked wasn’t anything you would’ve thought of. Byakuya’s mentality wasn’t like that, but as you drooled and breathed in with much trouble, you were obviously wrong. The feeling of Byakuya’s rock hard cock slipping down your throat with each passing thrust was exhilarating. It brought life to your pussy in many new ways. The roughness, the way he spoke, and his eyes. His dark colored eyes showed dominance that made your e/c irises turn into plump hearts.

“That’s a good girl… There's obviously potential for you to act sensible.” Byakuya hissed, his eyebrows only slightly furrowing with pained annoyance. Yet, watching you gag on his well endowed cock was soothing it oh so slowly but surely. He adored the way your eyes would squeeze shut with tears. He adored the way it sounded when his cock would hit the back of your throat. And to be honest, he’d love to hear more of your pathetic struggling. But the formal celebration needed him to speak soon, and Byakuya couldn’t miss it just for your behavior.

In a snap, you felt like you could barely breathe. The urge to gag and choke was so intense that you began to whine and flail just a little. Byakuya is usually so gentle when handling you, but the fact that your lips were touching his pelvis was indescribable. His long cock was digging deep into your soul, and you felt so dumb for liking it. Your pussy was so wet right now that it seeped through the white sundress that caressed your curves. It was a simple pairing to Byakuya’s suit which was black and white.. and he looked damn good when he finally released your bundles and leaned back to watch you struggle to breathe with saliva and precum spilling softly out of your mouth.

“Contain yourself.. speak and you will not leave this room today..” His words were like knives, but the way he said it felt like a shadow monster waiting to strike. It had given you trembles, and you obeyed him graciously. While sitting there on the cold floor, you were already regretting your actions prior. With how Byakuya’s cock was still leaking precum and pulsating.. you were in for it.

Those same bulging veins greeted you with dangerous intent. Byakuya’s soft, lengthy fingers pulled lazily at his black silky tie before he began removing his suit jacket. The idea wasn’t to completely wreck you, but as the taste of your suffering touched him, he wanted more.

“Clean it up, love…” Your husband was practically chuckling even if he didn’t fully express it. His hands gripped at his tie with thoughts roaming his filled brain. Lustful eyes stared down at you while your pretty acrylic nails glistened around his cock. Your mouth slurped up the naughty combination of precum and spit while bobbing your head eagerly. This caused Byakuya’s spicy moan to release from his throat. He’s been keeping quiet, but as he neared his orgasm, he couldn’t resist.

Byakuya didn’t want to cum just yet though.

Both of your hands were around that pretty cock, saliva dripping down your chin once again as your lips caressed him up and down. You barely even noticed the silky fabric that was being wrapped around your neck. However, the feeling of being forced off his cock was surprising. It made you gasp loudly as the thick cock slapped against your face once you let it free.. your hand eventually made its way back around it before you started to caress it against your face.

“Want it…Baby please…” it sounded like a purr, and Byakuya couldn’t resist. You might’ve been a brat today, but as he looked at you with your struggling lace, dried up spit on your chin, he only wanted to be inside of you. “Beg once more…” Byakuya’s voice sounded even more husky than before, his sharp eyes staring deep into yours.

“Please.. Baby, I want your dick so bad..”

Byakuya truly loved when you’d talk dirty to him, he absolutely loved it. He didn’t know for sure if it was the fact that you were bold or if you really just turned drunk over his cock. Either way, he loved it so much that he decided to stand up. His eyes didn’t leave you, especially since you looked so tempting while looking up at him like this. But with swift movement and your arms reaching up, Byakuya’s picked you up and took you to the hotel bed that was just the right height…

Now, Byakuya rarely puts you in doggystyle, it’s not sensual to him. However, he still wanted to teach you a lesson. So as you put your knees on the bed and leaned forward into a sweet arch, Byakuya’s hand already grabbed the tie that was still around your neck… and to think you forgot about it.

The feeling of your oxygen slightly being cut off made your pussy drool even more. His body was right behind yours and he didn’t hesitate to slide the long dress up to your torso. It revealed a pretty black thong that disappeared nicely in between your cheeks. To be honest, Byakuya didn’t care about body.. but the way your pretty brown skin was under this light… and the way your ass jiggled. He barely could contain his excitement. The heir couldn’t even control how fast he pressed his tip against your clit when he pulled the fabric to the side.

“I am going to fuck you. I am not going to make love to you because you do not deserve it… However, I do love you my dear, even if it’ll feel as if I think of you as nothing..”

Each word gave you a shock through your spine, each word felt like spikes under your feet. It all felt scary in a way because you’ve never heard your husband speak this way.. and frankly, he’s always called sex : ‘making love’. Byakuya saying he was going to fuck you made this experience all the more blood rushing. But you had no choice but to keep your back arched and control your breathing, because as Byakuya pulled you back by that silky tie, you slid right onto his pale cock. Your brown pussy opened right up for him, and your eyes widened before hazily staring at the bed frame in front of you.

“Don’t… Dont move” As calm and relaxed as Byakuya may seem, he cannot explain how hard it was to keep his orgasm at bay. Everytime he slides inside your tight pussy, he finds himself fighting against his own cock. It caused him to tighten the tie, which caused a chain reaction to your insides which also gripped around him. “You only make things more difficult… but yet, I am still married to you because I have a tendency to gain a high from your actions..”

Byakuya sounded ashamed of himself, but it went away in a swift fashion before the gushy sounds of your cunt started to echo. That sweet, pale cock was slowly maneuvering through you in slow strokes. The tiny ring of pre-cum was at the fair base of Byakuya’s cock now, however it was getting worse. With your wet pussy leaking all between your legs and his cock, the bed was slightly soaked.

“A-Ah~…B-Bya… kuya… fuck”

With a moan following the harsh swear word, Byakuya wrapped the tie around his fist once as he slightly leaned back to watch your fat brown ass take over his pelvis each time it would hit it. “Won’t my bratty wife talk filthy to me…? I’m sure she will.. yes?” With furrowed eyebrows, Byakuya shivered. His cock felt the pulsing around it, and the moans exiting from you made him release his own husky moans. His pretty, long, raven colored hair draped over your ass as he watched it bounce.

“Yes~… choke me more~… M’gonna cum so fuckin’ hard on that Dick… just keep… keep chokin’ me please~…” So pathetic you sounded, and Byakuya loved it, he ached for you to sound slutty. Sure, on the outside it seemed as if you both were all so classy and expensive, but when that door shuts it’s completely different. Byakuya urges you to lose it. He adores watching your pussy stretch out for him, and he loves when your pretty e/c eyes roll back before whining… because that’s when he knows you’re going to cum all over him.

And Byakuya loves a good mess.

“You do know it’s not over until you make a bit of a mess… right?” Byakuya practically demanded you to agree at the end, his breath running away from him as he let go of the tie, feeling as if it wasn’t doing as much justice as he wanted it to. And those elegant hands of his took hold of your neck, both of them. Oh did your pussy squirt the second he squeezed and pushed your head into that bed.

“Ah! Ah!… S-Stop… Fuck! Oh fuck~…”

Nothing but hearts were in your eyes, again. It felt like you lost vision and lost all ability to breathe as Byakuya’s cock went almost lightning fast. His hips snapped against your tight core, fighting against the pressure as your pussy gushed the honeyed substance on his cock and the hotel bed. Byakuya was purposely overstimulating your poor pussy as you struggled out moans. He didn’t care if you were all worn out and tired from the extreme orgasm, it just began.

“As you should remember… you have no authority to tell me to stop as of now. I also remember asking you to stop being a brat. You failed to listen, my dear..” Byakuya might have been a little harsh, but his words didn’t falter. He immediately turned you over on your back, his hands pulling down the top of your dress to show your pretty, darker brown areolas.

“I now will fail to listen to you as I use you like a pathetic toy” Byakuya’s voice smoothed over your ears as he leaned down gently. His hands slowly ran under your thighs before pushing them forward very harshly. Byakuya couldn’t help it, your pussy was so gorgeous like this, your body looked so precious like this. And the way his eyes trailed over your body, it made you feel just like prey. “It’s in my fucking guts… kuya…” you sharply moaned as the feeling of his cock slid right back inside of you. He pushed your legs open more with his arms as his hands were now against the bed.

“Byakuya~” with hazy eyes and drool sliding down your face, you listened to everything. Everything sounded absolutely raw. The bed frame hitting the wall, your skin slapping together, your whiny moans, his light groans, and your sloppy pussy all made this better. Curling your white toes as they stayed in those pretty open heels , golden just like your brown skin. This was the most submissive you’ve ever appeared, and the Kuchiki heir loved it.

“Damn it…” although rare, Byakuya did have to curse, it slipped merely because of your existence. He couldn’t fathom being with someone else even with your bratty little attitude. You just needed his cock, and it straightened you up. All you needed was to be pounded into, breasts bouncing prettily all with your mouth open. His veins up against your walls was all you needed right now. It made you feel dumb because that’s all you could think about.. your husband and his veiny pale cock that was beating your pussy in.

Byakuya’s cock never went this fast inside of you, and it was evident because you couldn’t handle it. With unstable moans and the constant looks at Byakuya waiting for him to give you a break, it was obvious. You kept holding your head up with a pleading face, your legs could barely stay open by themselves which is why his arms were there for support. You couldn’t even tell what was going on anymore. Everything was going blank and your mind was cock filled.

You were dumb off his cock.

Your pretty eyes rolled with furrowed eyebrows, giving Byakuya a rush. He knew he himself was close to cumming, and he could feel your insides trying to push him out. “M’gonna cum… M’gonna cum all over that fuckin dick , kuya…” you gasped in between, unable to try and stop your orgasm from peaking so hard. “Let me feel it..”

There was no need in telling you another time. Your next orgasm came rushing as you squeezed hard around him. His jaw clenched before letting out a string of clearly heard moans. His white, thick cum splashed your walls that color, and it was so far inside that when he filled you up, barely any came flowing out. His cum was so sticky and he had a good amount that came out.

You both continued to ride this high, and your whines and whimpers made it hard to not gain another hard on.

“I’m sorry.. I’m fucking sorry Kuya, baby…” you pleaded as you finally took that last heavy breath and you laid back completely. Your thighs were now able to be closed because he let you. His heart was racing just as fast, mainly because he couldn’t believe he treated you like this. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but he still felt a tiny bit bad.

That was mainly because you looked a bit messy now, gorgeous, but you couldn’t go back to the event looking this way. Not with a lifted lace, broken nail, and a dripping mess… but it made him smirk nonetheless.

“Apology accepted. Now, I’ll be going back to give out my speech. Behave, and do not move… I’ll be back… and if you listen, I’ll make love to you..”

ⓒ Monstas1ut , Do not copy

[awyeahitssam]

Harry giggles. His limbs feel lighter than usual, almost as if bubbles are making them float a bit. He can still control them, but it's a vague, interesting sort of control. Fun.

Harry lets sleep take him. The world whirls around him in sparks of disorienting colours, and Harry watches with a broad smile. It should make him dizzy, but he feels in the middle of something fantastic—a watercolour painting come to life. It's brilliant. Elating.

It stops as suddenly as it starts. Voldemort stares at him from across a desk. "Harry Potter," he sounds almost surprised.

Harry blinks at him. He still feels light, like he is floating, but also distantly sad. "Are you okay?" he asks thoughtlessly.

Confusion masks itself behind anger. Voldemort masks everything behind anger. "Pardon?"

"I’d never felt as good as I did a moment ago," Harry confesses, drawing closer to the Dark Lord. Red eyes track him suspiciously. Harry's chest aches. "But now, looking at you… it makes me so sad."

Thoughtlessly, Harry reaches out, and Voldemort lets him. It’s how Harry knows this can’t be real. That it’s just a silly, drunken dream. Their fingers intertwine, though Voldemort’s hand remains stiff and cold in his gentle grip.

"Aren’t you lonely?" Harry wonders. "Is that yours I feel pressing in, or my own? Even without you," Harry smiles, crooked and small, brushing an irreverent thumb over his scar, "I’m sure it’d be there. People always isolate the freak."

Voldemort’s hand twitches in Harry’s, and he hums, focus dropping from red eyes to trace the long fingers with his own.

"Everybody’s frightened of you. You isolate yourself from friendship, from love, from time itself... don’t you want, Voldemort? I can feel that you do—you’re never satisfied, are you? Will it ever be enough? The world at your feet, no attachments, nobody to challenge you—is that your dream, or your nightmare?"

"You’re speaking nonsense, boy," Voldemort says, but it comes out odd. Stilted. "You presume much."

"Is it presumption when I feel you?" Harry asks genuinely, brows drawing together, hand lifting to press over his heart. Voldemort is dragged with him, pulled a bit over the desk, and Harry blinks in surprise before realizing he still has a grip on the other’s hand. He lets go slowly, and Voldemort pulls back with a scowl.

"You are drunk," the wizard snaps with disgust. "You know nothing of what Lord Voldemort feels."

Harry finds the words… annoying.

"You feel so loudly, though," he returns sharply, moving forward, sliding onto Voldemort’s desk. Ink spills over—Voldemort hisses in annoyance and the stain is gone with a thought—dreams are a magic of their own—Voldemort’s forehead is cold and smooth. Harry bears the man's mark. He presses his scarred head to the smooth. Long, clawed fingers are wrapped around his wrist. His throat.

"Right here, always pressing in," Harry continues, heedless of his position, precarious as it is. "You feel so much it hurts, Voldemort. You hate so much. You’re never just happy. And I was, am, could be. So just take some, won’t you?"

Red eyes are narrow, intent, fascinated as they dart over Harry’s face, trying to gather his meaning. "How do you propose I do that?"

"How does one normally take pleasure?" Harry wonders. Voldemort grimaces, pulling away quickly, and it takes Harry’s bubbling mind a moment to put what he said to context.

"No," he chokes on a laugh, "I’m not asking you to—to snog. To fuck. Just open yourself up. You’re so good at taking, usually, but all you’re doing is giving. Don’t you want to feel like this? Light? Thrilled?"

"You don’t even know what you sound like, do you?" The question is rhetorical. Voldemort’s hand tightens over his throat, until Harry’s breathing grows thinner. "You wish for me to let your happiness pass my Occlumency, as though you have not just slipped through yourself. As if you have no method to make Lord Voldemort feel your pleasure; as if you want to give Lord Voldemort pleasure at all."

Harry touches the hand on his neck, slowly tightening with Voldemort’s rant, and a spark lights his fingers. Voldemort’s hand spasms before it drops. Harry takes a deep breath, glaring balefully. His light-hearted air has faded.

"Perhaps I would give you pleasure so your misery would be all the worse for it," he bites out. The world is fuzzy, but no longer from alcohol. From being choked. Even in his dreams, his life is threatened by this man.

"A pretty plot," says Voldemort. There is something very condescending in his voice; he is clearly looking down on Harry. Doubting him. It’s nothing new, but it makes the sting of anger grow in him. "Very well. If you can conjure happiness as you peer into the face of your death, Harry Potter, then do. Make me feel it, if you can."

Harry’s nails bite into his palm and release. He takes a breath and lets his eyes flutter closed. He focuses.

Happiness. What does it feel like? Like floating, as he was moments ago, or like getting an anticipated hug—not his first, not all the ones he flinched away from, but a hug from Hermione when they’ve almost just died. An arm around Ron’s waist as the boy drapes one around his shoulder. Laughing, hysterical and joyous, by the fireplace. Finding his wand. Finding out he was escaping the Dursleys. Happiness is a brief thing, drenched in the shadows of his life. Happiness is contentment, even if it is a momentary thing. It is the pleasure of a perfectly prepared cuppa; from—nonono, not going there.

Harry wraps the sensations up, one by one, like he’s re-wrapping hard candy, and throws them at Voldemort. Into Voldemort. All but one—his favourite one, his happiest one. That, he grasps, and it’s actual candy in his hand, a sweet that he looks down to, and then unwraps, and he’s moving forward, intent eyes raising, and Voldemort is already gasping, a bit, at the suddenness of it all—of pleasure.

Harry’s lips curl and he pushes the candy into the slightly agape mouth of the Dark Lord a bit cruelly, shoving it deep. He pulls back quickly, before sharp teeth can gnash on his fingers, and watches on as Voldemort experiences pleasure. As Voldemort softens, and sighs, relaxation in every hard line of him, mouth sucking almost greedily around the treasure that Harry has placed within it. Now he’s drunk on it, Harry thinks, horribly pleased to see Voldemort this way.

It’s not real, but still, he hovers on Voldemort’s desk and observes the pink brushing his cheekbones with fascination. He observes the way red eyes roll back a bit, and the way a long, pale throat swallows convulsively down on a slowly dissolving candy until there is nothing left.

Lashless eyes open, dark and suddenly staring. Red barely peeks out from behind the dilation of his pupil, and Harry’s smile is a smug thing.

“There’s your pleasure,” Harry whispers to him, like a secret. “I hope you enjoyed yourself. It can only get worse from here.”

“Worse?” murmurs Voldemort, staring at Harry intently. “You think there is worse you can do, Harry, then give me that and take it back?”

Belonging, thinks Harry, quite suddenly. He’d given Voldemort his favourite thing, the thing that he had been looking for, for a very long time. Longing, and peace, and laughter, and a burgeoning happiness that had very rarely managed to emanate past its conception. He had given Voldemort, too, his desperate hope for things to get better—and then he’d made them get better—and now Voldemort had lost it all.

Suddenly, impossibly, Harry’s eyes are liquid. I’m cruel, thinks Harry, gaze falling from red. There is nothing so cruel as what he has done, and he had done it so carelessly, so happily, so smugly, because he had felt slighted. Had felt wronged by this man who had ceaselessly wronged him.

Slowly, Harry looks back up at Voldemort, who is watching his tears with an expression of keen interest. 

“Has it made you sad to give your enemy your pleasure, Harry Potter?” Voldemort asks, gripping his wrist and drawing him near enough that Harry barely keeps his bottom on the desk rather than Voldemort’s lap.

“It makes me sad to treat you with such cruelty,” Harry corrects, “when I know you will never allow yourself to experience such pleasure again.”

“Would I not?” breathes Voldemort, eyes still dark instead of bright.

“You won’t,” whispers Harry. “It'd require you to trust someone. To have faith in them. And that, I know you’re incapable of, because you are a man but don’t see yourself as one, and gods do not have friends, nor equals.”

“Equals?” Voldemort’s breath brushes Harry’s brow, his stinging scar. “But what if Lord Voldemort were to draw you from the depths, Harry? Raise you from the pale mortality until you, too, are exalted? Then you may give Lord Voldemort what he so deserves; give me pleasure, Harry Potter,” Voldemort enunciates awfully. “Give me it all.”

I wrote this one of the first times I ever drank, and just expanded upon it a bit. I'm honestly really fond of finding these little things I've forgotten.

[footballfanficwriter]

Get dressed we're going out

Summary:where Jude and the reader go on a date

"Babe are you ready?"

"Yeah I am"

"C'mon let's go then"

I walk down the stairs and see Jude waiting for me

"You look great"

"Thank you"

"Ok let's go then pretty lady"

We walk out the house holding hands and walking towards the car

He opens the door for me and I thank him

"I've got so  many things planned out for us today" he says sounding excited

"Oh yeah?, what are those things?"

"A suprise"

"C'mon tell me"

"If I told you babe then it wouldn't be a surprise"

"Jude you do this to me every time"

"And in the end you always love it"

"You know I'm glad we're doing this, it's been such a long time since we've been on a date and spent time together alone"

"Yeah, I feel the same, but tonight we're gonna have the best time"

"What are we even gonna do"

"You'll see"

We drive until we see a restaurant called Ramón Freixa Madrid

"Hi reservation for Bellingham"

"Yes Mr. Bellingham we have been waiting for you, right this way"

We follow the lady to our  reserved table and Jude pulls out a chair for me"

"Well thank you sir"

"You welcome madame, I hope you don't mind, I got us a window seat so we can look at the view"

"Nope I don't mind, in fact I love it, it reminds me about when we started dating"

"Oh yeah when we first met and you'd sneak out of the house just to come see me"

"Yeah you were really a bad influence on me back then you know" I say laughing

"No I wasn't"

"Yes you were Jude"

"Well at least you enjoyed it, you were always that girl that was always cooped up in the house and never left the yard unless it to take the garbage out"

"The house was a fun place to be in"

"Sure" he says looking at me with a certain way

"It was stop looking at me like that"

"If it was such a great place to in then would I  catch you staring out the window watching other kids play"

"Ok fine but you were still a bad influence"

"Whatever makes you sleep at night darling" he says taking my hand and placing it on his lips making me blush

*flash*

"What was that?" I say turning to The window to see 5 paparazzis standing outside the restaurant and taking pictures

"Who told them we were here" Jude asks rhetorically

He stands up, grabs my hand and starts walking towards the exit only to be met with paparazzi and fans holding Real Madrid shirts and posters of Jude and his teammates

"I'm sorry guys not today please, I'm on a date with my wife right now" he says in the most genuine voice

"Go ahead" I say

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I don't mind" I say trying not to sound a bit disappointed

He starts grabbing one of the marker that the Fan is holding in their hands and starts signing shirts and poster and taking pictures

I find a wall and lean against the wall until he finishes

2 hours later

When Jude is finished with the fans he takes my hand and starts walking to the car

When we enter the car there is a silence until he breaks it

"I'm sorry my love"

"It's ok, I'm the one that told you to go so don't be sorry"

"But don't worry the night is still young" he says with a smile on his face that I can't help but mirror

He starts the car's engine and drives to a forest looking place

"You're not planning on killing me are you?"

"This is what happens when you watch them murder documentaries all the time"

I laugh at his comment and he chuckles as well

"Ok we're here" he says

He gets out the car and opens my door for me he offers his hand and i take it while thanking him

He walks to the boot and grabs a few things before walking towards me to take my hand

"What's in the bag?" I ask as we start walking into the woods

"You'll see" he says

"It's giving serial killer bro"

"Babe stop I'm not going to kill you, I love you too much to do that"

"Maybe that's the problem, you love me so much that you can't bare to see me with anyone that's not you so if you can't have me then no one can"

"Is that what you're always watching at night before you come to bed?"

"I saw an episode like that once you know"

He flicks my forehead

"Ouch, Jude, what was that for?"

"I was checking to see if my wife has a brain"

"She clearly doesn't if she married a person like you"

"You know you've just insulted the both of us"

"It was worth it"

"But that flick actually hurt you know" I say

"I'm sorry my love" he says and kisses the part on my forehead where he flicked me

"This is our stop" he says

The place is a circle of trees and in the middle being a pond that us surrounded by the trees and reflecting the bright stars in the sky

Jude sets the bag down and starts taking things out, a marker, a lighter, a candle, and something that looks lie a what plastic bag but more fragile almost like a floppy weak piece of thin paper

"What's all this" I ask

"You and I are each going to get one of these Yi Peng Lanterns ( those flying glowing things from tangled) and we're going to write what we want in our future together, then we light them up and let them go so they can come true"

"Aww babe I love that idea,that's so cute"

I kiss him and he kisses me back

"Ok let's get on with it the I say pulling away"

"Tease" he says

"Only for you babe"

I grab one of the lanterns and start writing what I want in my Future with Jude:

In my Future with my husband I want us to still be in love even years after we've gotten married, I want to us to be like one of those old couples that still love eachother in their old age and I want  my bond with Jude to become stronger the longer we're together, as well as to share a lovely family that is filled of laughter, happiness, love and respect.

"Are you done writing" he asks

"Yeah" I say

"Ok before we light them and let them go we need to read each other's" he says

"Ok" I say and we swap lanterns and the minute I see his I don't wheather to laugh or to be angry because all his says is "Kids" in bold with 12 stick figures underneath it yes I counted them

"Jude what the hell?"

" why are the 12 stick figures with the word kids above it?"

"Because that's what I want in our Future"

"12 kids?"

"A line up and a sub"

"Really?"

"I already said our children are going to be playing football"

"Here I am writing a heartfelt message and you thinking about kids only?, so you don't want our relationship to become stronger?"

"I do babe, it's just that kids were the first thing to come to my mind"

"So you just wanna turn me into a baby making machine?"

"No, no ,no babe it's not like that"

"Then what is it?"

"It's just that children are known to represent the love of two people and us having 12 children represents how much I care and love you" he says and pulls me into his chest

" we are not having 12 children, four is the maximum" I say into his chest

"Fine, let's light the Lanterns up, I have one more suprise after this" he says

We let go of eachother and and he hands me one of the lighters he brought

I light my candle but it's a bit difficult with the wind blowing

"Shit" I hear

I turn my head to see Jude's Lantern on fire he holds the burning Lantern in his hands and starts walking around I stand up and try helping him

"Jude let go of the Lantern, drop it"

He instantly drops it but it lands on my lantern causing my lantern to catch on fire

"Oh my gosh what the hel-"

" Jude do something" I say but he is too busy blowing on his hands

So I kick the burning lanterns into the pond and watch the fire start to decrease and whatever is left over of the lanterns sinks into the water

"Well that didn't go according to plan" he says as we watch the left over paper sink into the water

"Are you ok?" I ask looking at him

"Yeah my hands were just burning up"

"Ok"

"C'mon let's go, the night is still small, or whatever the hell Niki Minaj said" he said

I laugh at him and he takes my hand and we make our way back to the car

We get into the car and we sit in silence with music playing in the background and his hand on my thigh slowly caressing it

I'm surprised to see us stop at the western park

"Why are we here ?"

"Stop asking questions and let's go" he says going to the boot again this time coming back with a basket

We walk to a small patch of the park where no one will interrupt us.

"We having a picnic" he says

"Really?"

"Well people mostly have picnics during the day in the daytime, but I just had to be different and marry a person who prefers the night almost like a married a vampire"

"I'm not anything like a vampire they suck people's blood and stuff I don't do that"

"You might not suck people's blood but you do suck other things"

"Yeah, lollipops"

"Those as well"

"Ok stop being dirty minded, you idiot"

I open the basket and take a blanket out and lay it on the floor as Jude sets everything up and organizes

After everything has been set we sit on the blanket and just talk and eat some food while sharing laughter and making jokes

"What were you even doing for the thing to  catch on fire?" I ask

"It was the wind it had blown the top part of the lantern into the lighter"

"You know what part got me though?" I say

"Which part?"

"The part where you were doing high knees, holding the lantern and blowing on it that took everything in me not to laugh" I say laughing

"Yeah, I'm glad you enjoyed the show, we'll be here same time next week" he says sarcastically

I continue to laugh as he looks at me with soft eyes and leans into for a kiss and I don't hesitate to kiss him back

"I love you" he says

" I love you too"  I say and lean in for another

Until I feel drop of water in my arm and in one go the sprinklers start spraying us with water and getting us soaked and along with it or food

Jude stands up and I do the same, he grabs the blanket what I grab the basket and we start running to the car

We get into the car and throw everything into the backseat

"Well that didn't go according to plan, again"

"Why were you running like that?"

"Like what?"

"A duck"

"I was not"

"Babe I was running behind you I know what i saw"

"Stop making fun of me"

"Ok, I'll stop"

"Let's go home"

"Yeah let's"

The drive home was a funny one as Jude and I were talking about the events of to night and why had happened

When we get home the first thing I do is take me heels off

"I'm going to take a shower" I say

I pick out a shirt from Jude's wardrobe that I know will look like a dress on me and head to the bathroom, open the water and start taking a shower as I finish my shower moisturize myself and put Jude's shirt on

When all of a sudden I smell something burning from downstairs

I quickly run downstairs to see my whole kitchen covered in smoke and my husband with with nothing but his dress pants on and an apron holding a cloth and trying to get rid of the smoke

"Haven't you played with enough fire for the night?"

"I know, I just thought you'd be hungry when you got out of the shower so I thought I'd prepare something for you"

"Aww babe you did have to"

"Well I guess it was useless since I nearly burned our house down"

"It's ok honey it's the fact that you tried that matters, go take a shower I'll clean this up and order Chinese, it'll all be ready by the time you're done"

"Are you sure?"

" yeah go ahead I've got this"

"Ok"

He walks up stairs and I start cleaning up the mess but not before ordering the food

After about an hour I'm done cleaning up and as if on Queue the door bell rings

I go and answer it and and pay the delivery guy and bring the food to the kitchen and set everything down

When I feel a pair of arms around my waist and he nuzzles his head into my neck

"Hey"

"Hey"

"You smell good" he says

"Thank you"

"Are you ok ?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Great"

"Ok let's go have this in the room then and then we can watch a movie"

"Ok" he says

I grabbed the food and offer him my outstretched hand and he takes it we walk up the stairs holding hands and prepare for bed

After getting into bed an getting comfortable we decide to watch A Bronx tale

"Sometimes I feel like I married an old man"

"Sometimes I feel like I married a little girl"

"Jude you can't say that, that sounds so wrong what the hell?"

He laughs at me and says

"I'm joking"

"Yeah whatever"

We watch the movie in silence until he suddenly pauses it

"What's wrong?"

"I just realized I didn't apologize"

"For what Jude"

"Ruining our date"

"If I hadn't interacted with those fans you wouldn't have been leaning against the wall waiting for me to finish, I just realized I put the fans before my very own wife and when I was given the choice to choose between the fans or my wife, I chose the fans.

"But Jude I told you to go interact with them"

"I know but still I should've stayed with you, I mean I was suprises to see you were not  mad, especially after what happened at the pond, you had written such a beautiful  thing and I just wanted to turn you into a baby making machine, I wasn't thinking about you and what type of effect all that might have on your body , I mean pushing one is already hell like I've heard multiple times but now imagine doing it 12 times

"Honey stop beating yourself up about all of that, you are an amazing husband and I'm sure one day you'll be an amazing father I mean I've seen how you are with kids and the 12 kids thing we've discussed it and we said 4 maximum, so forget about it, ok?"

"Ok"

"Now let's go back to watching this movie"

I unpause the move

And suddenly Jude lifts me up and places me on his lap

"I love so much"

"I love you more"

[francis-writes]

Hi! Would you write Ramsay x reader nsfw headcanons where the reader is his betrothed and at first he thinks she is innocent but on their wedding-night she is really the opposite and they are basically going wild? thanks in advance <3

A/N: it was supposed to be longer but i took a break to argue with transphobes on facebook and now i am so fucking pissed i can't focus on writing

After all, what else could he expect from you. He knew girls from noble homes and all seemed the same - pure, shy, delicate. Boring. Breaking them would be certainly funny but it was not enough for Ramsay. He wanted someone who could match his energy, who would like to get naked and covered in blood. But you were from wealthy and powerful family, so he decided to marry you. And perhaps find a mistress for a good time. You needed only to give him heir and to strengthen his position between lords.

Sure, he was excited for your wedding night. You were young and pretty, and even if you turned out to be cold in bed, he would get his pleasure. Ramsay always got what he wanted.

But the minute he closed doors behind you, you pulled him closer and kissed him passionately as if you were trying to suck out his soul. He was surprised but not disappointed. He grabbed your waist, pressing his body into yours. You could feel his growing erection so you reached your hand down and you started to massage the bulge in his pants.

Ramsay smiled and lifted your skirt, just to squeeze your thigh so hard you gasped. You pushed him away, just to start taking off your dress.

"Damn thing..." you swore under your breath as it turned out to be fastened with too many buttons, ribbons and clasps. Your now husband grew impatient with observing your ineffective struggles and simply ripped it. You stood bare in front of him and he took a moment to admire your body. His new possession. Then he pushed you onto the bed and crawled on top of you, kissing and biting your chest, making sure to left marks. You tilted your head back, enjoying both pain and pleasure while Ramsay squeezed your soft breast and sucked on your nipples, playing with them, using his tongue. You let out a quiet scream when he bit your nipple, you grabbed fistfull of his hair and forcefully pulled his head back. He only gave you a smug grin.

"A bitch shows its teeth" he said, but more with a admiration than a mockery in his tone "Where did you learn that?"

"The say way you learn fighting, by everyday practice" you replied and without giving Ramsay time for saying anything, you took advantage of his surprise and you rolled him onto his back. You leaned over and started kissing his jaw and neck, trying to take off his shirt at the same time. Ramsay helped you, impatient to feel your hands on his body. Soon you got rid of his shirt and pants, there was only warm skin touching warm skin. You moved a bit to make sure his dick touches your wet pussy but doesn't actually enter it. You wanted to torment him a little bit longer.

Unfortunately, Ramsay didn't share your desire and in the moment he felt your excitement between your legs, he pushed you from himself and pinned you to the bed so you couldn't escape.

He entered you. You had lovers before but Ramsay's dick was quite thick and he stretched you a bit. Fortunately you were wet enough so it went smoothly but you enjoyed the sensation of your cunt tightening on his cock. He probably enjoyed your body as well because he immediately started fucking you, thrusting fast and rough. You hold onto his back, your nails furrowing wounds in his skin. Ramsay moaned as your fingers dig into his flesh. You brought one of your hands to your face just to see that you drew blood from his back. Pleased, you licked it off your fingers.

He came on your belly and you raised your eyebrow. "Don't you want an heir like a proper lord?"

Ramsay just smiled to you. "And who says we're finished?" He asked rhetorically and licked his sperm off of you.

Yeah, that was a long night. Just like the next day. And next night. And next-

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Fast Car (S.R.)

Summary: Reader drives a sleepy Spencer home. Request: Dr. I Cannot Drive Spencer Reid trying to convince reader to drive him somewhere Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: Driving Word Count: 700

MASTERLIST

The Virginia backroads seem longer at night. Most of the world is sleeping and you are wishing for the same, but your bag is heavy and still sitting on your desk.

In the dim lighting of the closed bullpen, you look over at the only other one left. The same man who had offered you a ride to and from work… but was now slumped over, half-asleep on his desk.

You can’t find it in you to be bothered when he looks so sweet—a little bit pathetic with his bedhead and pouted lips—but sweet, nonetheless.

He doesn’t lift his head when you approach him, but he does whine. He shifts like he can turn the desk into the bed he wishes it was.

“Come on, wonder boy, it’s time to go home,” you chuckle.

“Five more minutes,” he grumbles.

You don’t dignify the protest with an answer. Instead, you slowly pull his chair back until he must move.

He does. He groggily pulls himself as together as he can, but it’s you that carefully arranges his hair back into its normal state of disarray, giggling all the while.

Spencer’s face turns pink at the gesture, but he tries to hide how fondly he feels.

He fails, of course. You can see it clearly in smitten eyes that scan your face for any hint of reciprocity. You wonder if he can see it, since you feel it so strongly.

If he does, he doesn’t mention it. He just clears his throat and asks, “Do you… do you think you can drive?”

“Why?” you ask in a very rhetorical manner, “Is something wrong?”

Spencer answers, anyway.

“I’m fine, I’m just really tired. I didn’t sleep well last night, and driving is… exhausting. There is so much to pay attention to, and I don’t want to do any of it.”

“I know,” you coo. You place both hands on his cheeks and squeeze until his yawn turns back into a pout. “Poor sleepy boy can’t do two things at once.”

“It’s way more than two things!” he squeaks.

You smile. You recognize the rant coming from a mile away and decide that no matter how much you love to hear him talk, you’d rather hear something less morbid. Even more importantly, you’d like to hear it on your way home.

“Spencer, not only am I happy to drive, I would prefer it,” you explain.

His offense is immediate as he replies very sternly, “Hey! I’m a very good driver!”

“Oh yeah?”

He catches the smirk on your face; he knows you’re only teasing him. But his competitive nature bleeds into his voice as he huffs, “Better than you!”

“We’ll see about that.”

He accepts the challenge. Or at least, he pretends like he does until the wheels start turning.

It takes him less than five minutes to fall asleep in the passenger seat. You think about waking him just to tease him, but you ultimately decide to let him sleep.

You watch the road but wish that you could watch him instead. You listen to the soft sound of his breath through the ruckus of the road beneath your wheels. You think back to the taunt you’d delivered back at the office.

When you’d mentioned your preference for driving, you hadn’t meant it as an insult. You had simply meant that you liked how peacefully he slept in your company. You loved the way he never doubted that you would keep him safe.

It hadn’t mattered to you who would bear the burden of watching the road; any amount of time, no matter how infinitesimal, would be worth whatever the world requires.

Your foot eases off the gas pedal as you reach a long stretch of road. There are no headlights in your rear view. It’s just, Spencer, and the Virginia night sky unimpeded by city lights.

The car almost comes to a stop before a pothole. You maneuver around it, careful not to jostle the sleeping boy to your side.

For as long as you can, you drive under the speed limit and watch twice as hard for anything that might excuse you to take just a little bit longer.

The car coasts down the road.

Spencer had never slept better.

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[palin-tropos]

So recently I posted about Kim and Harry hook up while he’s on the bender AU? Last night me and @excalibutt got a little inspired and co-wrote a scene set in that AU. Pre-Tribunal but some time after Day 3 or 4. 

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WHIRLING-IN-RAGS BALCONY: Apparently, the lieutenant has taken you out here before you both retire for bed to tell you something important. KIM KITSURAGI: He laces his fingers and presses hands onto the top of the balcony. He’s struggling mightily with himself.

COMPOSURE: His sense of propriety with…

ESPRIT DE CORPS: … his sense of duty. Guess which one wins.

KIM KITSURAGI: “You’ve been working on one of those mind projects, haven’t you? I think I can save you the time. In fact—I am obliged to. Yes, we did have… relations, the night before you lost your memory. I am so sorry I didn’t know how to tell you.”

DRAMA: The truth.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: Extracted from his mouth like pulling teeth.

EMPATHY: He’s really sorry. It’s rare for him to be the Sorry Cop.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: You got in his pants and can't even remember it!?

COMPOSURE: Don’t think about that. This is…

CONCEPTUALIZATION: This could be very bad.

INLAND EMPIRE: This feels bad.

RHETORIC: It’s probably bad.

SUGGESTION: It’s bad.

EMPATHY: Really bad.

VOLITION: Everyone be quiet. This is bad.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Ask him how it was! Do it right now!

New task: Ask Kim how it was

YOU: “… How was it?" ESPRIT DE CORPS: The lieutenant is flustered. Ashamed of himself. He doesn't feel his actions were becoming of a police officer. YOU: “It's not fair if I can't remember it...” SUGGESTION: You've pried at his fears about this encounter; that he now holds some kind of unearned power over you. He doesn't think he deserves that. KIM KITSURAGI: "... It... it was..." He struggles for the word. "Frenetic. One could say desperate. But you..." His ears have gone pink. "You performed well enough. It wasn't bad."

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: ... You were good.

COMPOSURE: You know a bit about Kim's self-control. He wouldn't have done it if it hadn't been good. Really good. Beyond what he could resist.

VOLITION: ... He was willing. You didn't force yourself on him, Harry.

HALF LIGHT: But you went at it like it was the end of the world.

PERCEPTION: You can almost remember what aftershave he uses. The taste of it was still in your mouth when you woke up.

INLAND EMPIRE: ... Pine needles...

YOU: Your tongue is sliding and pressing up to the roof of your mouth, as if some olfactory trace of him waits there to be tasted and remembered.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: The source is right in front of you. That bobbing apple of his throat. KIM KITSURAGI: The lieutenant is wringing his hands, unable to meet your gaze.

EMPATHY: He's guilty about this, although it's a confusing sort of guilt. He wishes this were a lot simpler than it is.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: Take him by the face and force him to look at you!

SUGGESTION: Don't let the doubt sway him. His principles are ironclad, but he bent them for you once before. Kiss him. Kiss the guilt away! He's clearly telling you all of this for a reason!

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Look at him. Really, really look at him. He's biting his lip, just the barest bit from the inside. You could do it better. You could kiss him better. Make him forget all about this...

VOLITION: I see. That's how it is. Nobody has a better idea. Just "kiss him", "kiss him", "kiss him". I'm not going to get through to you, am I?

YOU: And what do you think I should do?

VOLITION: ... He might not kiss you back. But it won't be the end of the world. Just be gentle.

ENDURANCE: Don't be too gentle. YOU: "Kim..."

YOU: Your enormous bearpaw of a hand is made delicate and clumsy as an exploratory moth trying to light on a lampshade. You lift it to reach for the lieutenant's face, past his wall of propriety and professionalism.

LOGIC: You're both off of the clock right now.

EMPATHY: It's fear. That wall is fear of connection, fear of vulnerability. Fear of being mocked.

DRAMA: Sincerity is required, sire. Tread with caution.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Do. Not. Fuck. This. Up.

YOU: You catch his chin, and his gaze snaps towards you.

SHIVERS: —two achingly lonely men wearing RCM halogen patches on their jackets stand close enough to share breath. The rotten-fruit smell of booze permeates the air, twirling and mingling with the soft, somber notes of The Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns drifting up from the miserable speakers. This is a stolen moment—heavy. Wrong... but not unwanted. They breathe ragged and shallow... but in time. ELECTROCHEMISTRY: This... this is what it was like. That raw potential crackling in the heavy air. That ever-present fear in his eyes.

SUGGESTION: He thought it was just the one time. He thought that when you finally remembered, or figured it out with your brilliant detective skills, that you'd find what happened humiliating, just like you did every other hint of your drunken rampage across the district. He thought he found it humiliating too.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: His breath hitches. His eyes dilate. He's drawn to the lingering traces of sweet rot on your tongue. Back then, inhaling the fumes coming off you must have been enough to make him tipsy. He doesn't drink. He doesn't ever indulge like that.

INLAND EMPIRE: He kissed you first.

COMPOSURE: He won't this time. But he did then.

DRAMA: Your slow tenacious press halted...

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: A moment. Look right there... at the purse of his lips. They're open.

DRAMA: Now.

YOU: You lean in and let your eyes flutter shut, and this isn't the desperate hunger of a man trying to die.

INLAND EMPIRE: You're virginal like this. You don't remember kissing anyone before.

YOU: You're kissing him.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: But your mouth remembers. Your hands. Your nose, your blood... all of you. It remembers. KIM KITSURAGI: His lips barely twitch at first, but his hands—his hands press against you, slide up your chest and clutch your shoulders, digging in tightly. Bracing against you.

PERCEPTION: Tighter pressure on your lips. The barest suction. A restrained, quietly voiced huff of air against your inner cheek.

SUGGESTION: He is.

INLAND EMPIRE: The pine tree bends in the wind...

VOLITION: He's kissing you back.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Fuck.

SAVOIR FAIRE: He won't even mind if you touch him more. Get your hands in there—

HAND/EYE COORDINATION: Hold Him. Drag him closer. Press closer.

YOU: You do. You sneak hands inside the warmth of his open jacket and feel the heat of his skin burning through the thin fabric of the flimsy white shirt he wears underneath. You kiss his mouth open, and he's not even stopping you.

PERCEPTION: He tastes like—

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: —like the cigarette that's smoldering on the floor of the balcony, forgotten. Dropped. You've taken its place.

KIM KITSURAGI: The lieutenant moves with you. His chest presses up against yours. The line of exposed skin between shirt and pants twitches under your glancing touch. An uncharacteristic half-noise erupts from the back of his throat.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: His lean, bony arms have flung themselves around your neck. He's clinging to you. A shudder runs down his spine.

SUGGESTION: You've still got it—whatever allure pulled him into your orbit before. You're still irresistible.

ENDURANCE: Stop. Now. Before you take it too far.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: You can take it all the way. He's not objecting!

DRAMA: Stop here, sire. While the moment is ripe for the taking! Slowly...

VOLITION: He's more to you than just an opportunity.

ESPRIT DE COPRS: He's vital.

YOU: You break the kiss, panting heavily as a dog from the intensity of it. Your forehead crushes to his, and your eyes open.

PERCEPTION: His are still closed but—

CONCEPTUALIZATION: —he's the most beautiful thing in the world right now. If you could actually paint, he would be your burning muse.

KIM KITSURAGI: His breath is just as heavy as yours, but as slow and measured as he can manage. It's fluttering.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: In time with the waves of complete bliss coursing down his spine.

SUGGESTION: It has changed things, that you've pulled back and waited. The moment is no less intense, but it is of a different sort than before.

VOLITION: He's basking in that newfound self-control of yours.

KIM KITSURAGI: He still has yet to open his eyes. His upper lip twitches, quirking that faint little mustache of his.

KIM KITSURAGI: He exhales, "Harrier."

AUTHORITY: You like this. A lot.

RHETORIC: Your full first name. The one he told you was a revolutionary name, when it sounded foreign to your ears.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: He has no idea how tempting he is making it to grab him by the shoulders and pin him up against the balcony door and kiss his face off.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Get. Between. His. Legs.

ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN: It's where we belong, brother... the primal call of warm flesh to rub against. To sink into. To wrap your tongue and teeth around...

VOLITION: No. Wait. Just... wait.

YOU: All of that is burning in your eyes when you play your thumb along his top lip, brushing the faint mustache... making your fingers erupt in tingles.

YOU: "Kim..."

DRAMA: Gently, sire.

YOU: "... Look at me, Lieutenant."

KIM KITSURAGI: He blinks his eyes open. The glasses magnify those black-brown windows into his soul.

EMPATHY: Still full of fear, but a tinge of wonder. Staring at you reminds him of every reason why this is a poor decision, but equally reminds him of every reason why he's giving in to it.

HALF LIGHT: Why isn't he more frightened? Why can't he see that you're a living corpse?

ESPRIT DE CORPS: Your half-brother trusts you.

SUGGESTION: Don't... don't call him that.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Unless you want to be naughty.

KIM KITSURAGI: "So..." His voice is practically a weak croak. "You... don't mind that we did it."

RHETORIC: That's an attempt at humor. It's a little awkward, but let him off easy, he's struggling for words.

LOGIC: Wait. Why didn't he mind that you did? It doesn't make sense.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: It doesn't take the depravity of a seasoned pervert to find features like yours attractive.

ELECTROCHEMSITRY: ...or maybe he is a seasoned pervert.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Please. Please, oh my god.

AUTHORITY: If Kim didn't want you kissing him, you would be eating asphalt with your hands cuffed behind your back.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: PLEASE.

VOLITION: No. This isn't just base depravity.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: ... He sees something in you. Something you haven't the skill the recognize.

ESPRIT DE CORPS: Don't betray his trust. Reciprocate.

YOU: "...I don't mind," you admit. "Unless... I did anything weird?"

KIM KITSURAGI: Something tugs at the corner of the lieutenant's lips. Rueful, disbelieving, wry... His eyes dart up to the right, unfocusing.

DRAMA: My liege. The tell-tale glance. You've seen it in countless now forgotten interrogations. He is about to lie.

KIM KITSURAGI: "Not particularly."

SUGGESTION: You did something very weird.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: It could have been the good kind of weird.

PERCEPTION: Kim's arms are still firmly settled around your shoulders. The outsides of his knees are rubbing the insides of yours.

LOGIC: It's clearly not weird enough for him not to want to kiss you again.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: You might not be done here tonight. In fact, he might not be done with you.

SUGGESTION: Ask him to walk you through the night. In detail. In fact... to demonstrate it.

YOU: “My memory is still foggy," you remind him, letting your cold fingers drift down to the bare strip of skin between the hem of his shirt and the waistband of his pants. “How did it happen?"

COMPOSURE: You've put him on the spot. He is squirming under that re-forming mask of his. He adjusts his glasses with the tips of two fingers pressed to the bridge.

KIM KITSURAGI: "Khm. Well. If I'm being honest, it started out as an argument. Things had gone downhill." He purses his lips, but not at all in the same way as someone anticipating a kiss.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: It seems like your body heat still relaxes him enough to keep him from clamming up completely.

KIM KITSURAGI: "It's hard to explain. You were nothing but intense. You kept talking about loneliness, and longing, and the apocalypse, and the woman who broke your heart, and then you told me I didn't deserve to be in the RCM."

ESPRIT DE CORPS: What. What could have possibly prompted that? Lt. Kitsuragi is unwavering, loyal, precise, assiduous. He is a perfect officer.

RHETORIC: No... that's not what you meant.

KIM KITSURAGI: He shakily exhales. "I responded with... considerable anger. There was a physical altercation. But it seems I'd misinterpreted you. You said I was a good man, and good men shouldn't become police officers. You went on to elaborate in somewhat poetic terms what sort of a good man I was."

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: How did that altercation go down? Look at his skinny arms. You must have overpowered him. Were you pinning him in place while you told him all that pansy crap about how virtuous he is?

PAIN THRESHOLD: Some people like it like that.

LOGIC: ... and yet...

YOU: "... You kissed me."

INLAND EMPIRE: You know he did it first. You just don't remember exactly why.

KIM KITSURAGI: His eyebrows jump up.

REACTION SPEED: He didn't expect you to remember that.

KIM KITSURAGI: "I... I did. In that fight, I assumed your remark was derogatory, and that it had something to do with... what you had deduced about me just prior."

RHETORIC: That he was a homo-sexual? With some of the guys in here, I'm not surprised he got that impression. Right, Coach?

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: W-What? Coach hasn't got a problem with the homos. Just with the sissies and pansies—

LOGIC: There is no way you didn't participate, enthusiastically, in the act that Lt. Kitsuragi is now avoiding having to describe.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: And you’re going to do it again.

KIM KITSURAGI: "It was an impulsive thing to do. If I'm being honest, spending multiple days with you when you were still... compromised... seemed to affect my own judgement."

REACTION SPEED: Does that mean…?

CONCEPTUALIZATION: You were his bender.

ENDURANCE: Your throat is dry.

HALF LIGHT: Is he disappointed now? Would he rather you high and drunk as a beast?

YOU: Cold, clammy sweat creeps down your neck beneath your satin shirt.

YOU: "I'm not compromised in the same way anymore…”

KIM KITSURAGI: Kim nods, slow and grave.

EMPATHY: There is a kindness in his dark eyes.

INLAND EMPIRE: He shouldn't have seen you in that state. It wasn't fated to be. He must have sought you out, a fish to a lure in the dark waters of the Esperance.

KIM KITSURAGI: "No. You're not. And that's a good thing. Earlier, you seemed like you were about to... explode."

VOLITION: Just don't forget that his arms are still around you.

KIM KITSURAGI: "What's the matter, detective?"

VOLITION: He’s inviting you to share your irrational fears. You trust him.

ESPRIT DE CORPS: You really trust him.

YOU: “… Am I still what you want?"

COMPOSURE: There it is. Your heart hanging outside your body.

EMPATHY: Kim can tell how painful it was to ask such a question. That's why his features are so stiff. He's struggling to find a reasonable, responsible answer to someone who he had a one-night stand with.

COMPOSURE: Nothing about his feelings are responsible.

REACTION SPEED: Tick-tock. If he doesn't answer fast, he'll hurt your feelings, won't he?

KIM KITSURAGI: "... The temptation to take more than I already have… is there."

VOLITION: Oh.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: All the blood in your body races south, and you feel a telltale twitch at that naughty little admission.

SUGGESTION: Meaning he's currently being tempted. Right now.

YOU: You lick your lips for a moment. Not slowly and teasingly. Nervously.

SAVOIR FAIRE: Put the moves on him! Forget being self-conscious. He’s into you.

YOU: "It's free for the taking, baby,” you murmur, eyes hooding.

KIM KITSURAGI: The lieutenant subtly nods, and glances around. His ears are pink.

VISUAL CALCULUS: He's belatedly noticed that the two of you are exposed. While you were swapping spit, there were plenty of opportunities for you to be spied on. Anywhere you can see right now can see you.

SAVOIR FAIRE: Oh. Right. You definitely could have been a little more cautious.

KIM KITSURAGI: Kim drops his arms from your shoulders and quickly withdraws them behind his back. He pivots on a heel, moving to your side. "Should we... khm... finish this conversation somewhere more private?"

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: He's saying yes. Yes, I will take you again.

INLAND EMPIRE: He's burning next to you bright as a star, and he wants you.

YOU: You manage a graceless, coughing noise, and reach for the door handle.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION: It's broken. The door is broken. Oh god, you can't get inside.

HALF LIGHT: They’ve barricaded the balcony! You’re going to jail for all the sex crimes.

PERCEPTION: It says pull, not push.

KIM KITSURAGI: The lieutenant brushes aside your sweaty, fumbling hand and opens the door for you. His features are schooled to be unreadable.

KIM KITSURAGI: … But as you stand there gawking, his other hand swiftly snakes itself around your horrific necktie and sharply pulls you inside.

Task complete: Ask Kim how it was

+10 XP: gained experience.

[kodydrs]

Sunflower Juice - Sabo

a/n: title has nothing to do with the story. sabo just reminds me of Sunflowers. I am incredibly out of practice when it comes to writing smut, and the ending is lowkey shit bc i kept reading it in my ex’s voice 😭

ib: this prompt from Portgas.D•Xiao’s on on Chai. “sabo just finished drinking with his friend, after he drank some alcoholic water he started to get drunk, then he wanted to go to his room and he saw you in the hallway And he started coming closer to you and hug you from behind.

warnings : fxm, sabo x fem reader, mdni, drunk sex, slight oral (f. recieving), vaginal fingering, p in v, hickies, (a lot of) pet names, you dated ace b4 his d3ath, reader is still kinda grieving ace’s death, she’s a bipolar abt her emotions as i am (it’s not funny guys, i’m actually bipolar), no use of y/n, not proofread, i’m bad at tagging

You flinch at the sudden attack.

‘ahh!’

It takes you a minute to realise who has just latched themselves onto you.

‘oh Sabo. it’s just you.’

You’d known Sabo for a little while. Ever since Ace’s death, you’d travelled with Luffy and the Straw Hats, and you’d met Sabo along the way. You wouldn’t say you’re exactly the closest of friends, but you both respected each other. But you did you best to keep a healthy distance because damn did he remind you of Ace.

‘Yeah. It’s just me. What are you doing here?’ You're not supposed to be alone right now.’ You felt his grip tightens around your waist slightly as he looks down at you. ‘Are you okay? Do you need anything?’

You turn to face him, confusion obvious on your face. But upon breathing in, you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

‘Sabo. Are you drunk?’ It’s more of a rhetorical question. It’s clear from how thick his breath feels. He wobbles a little to really upkeep the act.

‘Mmmm. Yeah. Maybe just a little bit.’ He pauses. ‘But I’m drunk with you so it’s fine.’

You go to say something to him, but you stop, deeming it useless.

‘Let’s just get you back to your room.’

He grumbles, audibly in decline of your offer.

‘But I don’t wanna go back to my room. I wanna spend more time with you.’

You can feel his arms trying to pull you closer to him like you aren’t already pressed tightly to him. He seems to give up on his efforts by resting his head on your neck and you can again smell the alcohol, reminding you of his drunk state. You groan.

Your plan for the night had been to hang out with Namu & Robin, but Nami got swept away by the Straw Hats stupid chef and Robin got distracted by Chopper's constant tangents. This left you sitting alone at a table with nothing but your thoughts. Your thoughts about how lonely you’d become since joining the Straw Hats. Now all you wanted to do was get to bed and sleep.

‘Sabo. Can you please just go to your room? I’m not in the mood for socialising right now.’ He pouts, nuzzling against your skin.

‘Don’t leave me all alone out here, please.’ He grabs your hands gently and place them on your stomach, holding them there. With a final long sigh, you give up.

‘Fine.’ He lets out a happy chuckle and spins you around, kissing you deeply on the lips for a few seconds before pulling away.

‘Yay!!’ He shrieks. He leans forward and hugs you tight once more, squeezing you so hard you can barely breathe.

You stand frozen in time, stunned by his actions.

‘S-Sabo??!’ He looks down at you with a confused look.

‘Yes. What is it? Are you hurt? Did I do somethi-‘ You cut him off by smashing your lips together, grasping his face tightly. He responds back with equal force and passion. Before you know it, his hands are everywhere. They’re gripping your hair, holding you hips, pressed to your spine.

You pull away, gasping for air. Letting it set in, you touch your lips. ‘Holy fuck.’ You think. ‘I just kissed my boyfriends brother.’

He looks down at you, not processing what the situation they’re really in is.

‘Hey. Why’d you stop? What’s wrong?’ You should protest, but you’re honestly too pent up to care right now.

‘Ah fuck it.’ Without resistance, you grabbed him by the collar and dragged him down the hallway to his room. You locked the door behind you and pinned him to it, crashing you lips back against each others.

The way you're kissing him makes him forget everything else around them. All he wants right now is to make love to you.

‘Oh god.’ He moans softly while wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself harder against you. You hum at his hand placement, getting intoxicated on the taste of his lips. He’s been drinking sunflower juice. His abdomen tensed as you ran your fingers along the divots in his abs. His excitement is evident in the way his hips bucked against you and you fail to push backs grin, grinding against his pelvis.

‘I want you so badly.’ He whispers in your ear.

‘Then take me.’ He pulls back, smug face as he looks down at you.

‘Yeah?’

Your voice is breathy and sweet, filled with the sudden need to be touched you’ve so desperately missed.

‘…yeah.’ He smirks mischievously and leans forward, placing one hand behind your neck and pulling you close enough that your noses touch.

‘Tell me what you want baby.’ He growls lowly into your ear, not breaking eye contact even though he's drunk as hell. Your mouth gapes at how hot he sounds right now.

‘oh fuck’ You whisper. ‘I want you to touch me, Sabo.’

With a sly smile on his lips, he brings his hand down and runs it down your arm, stopping at your hand and interlocking your fingers with his. He then brings your joined hands up to his chest, where he kisses them both.

‘Any particular way?’

Your voice is sickeningly sweet, and your words drip like honey.

‘Like you want me.’

His eyes light up in hunger and he once again slides his hand down to your hip, feeling every curve of your body.

‘Like I want ya, huh?’ He leans in to you, gently pressing his lips against your neck. ‘I’m sure that can be arranged.’ He takes your wrists and wraps them around his neck before hoisting you up like you weight nothing so your thighs also wrap around him. You pepper his neck with kisses as he brings you over to his bed and lays you down, straddling your hips.

You gasp as you watch him strip off his shirt and coat, revealing the chiselled abdomen you’d been tracing earlier. He laughs at your reaction before leaning back down and reconnecting your lips. Your hands move to his hair, tugging at the base of his scalp. He doesn’t break the kiss as he lifts your shirt to reveal your perk breasts. Instead, he runs his tongue along your teeth and sucks on your lower lip, basking in the heat radiating from your bodies. It’s driving him crazy.

He kisses down your neck into the valley between your breasts, massaging them gently. Your hands continue to tug at his hair, soft whimpers going straight to his dick.

You groan as he continues his journey down your stomach to the waistband of your pants, where he stops and looks up at you for approval.

‘Please.’ He grin. You nod. ‘Alright then.’ He slowly pulls them down, revealing your soaked panties.

‘So pretty.’ He cooes, kissing dangerously close to your core. He shimmies you out of your pants and then pushes aside your panties, tracing teasing circles around your clit with this tongue. Your thighs instinctively try to close around his head, but he pins them apart, not letting them interrupt his meal.

‘Be a good girl, baby. Good girls get good things.’ You can feel yourself melt under his touch. You’re embarrassed from how easily your legs are shaking due to being so touch starved, but you can’t really focus on that right now.

Your back arches as 2 fingers are inserted into your cunt, stretching you. And it takes everything to not cum right there and then.

‘You alright there, babygirl?’ Sabo laughs, hooking an arm around your thigh and nipping at the skin. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, breathing deeply.

‘I just haven’t had sex in a while.’

‘We’ll take it slow. I wanna make this last.’ Slowly, his fingers pump in and out, letting you ease around them while he continues to kiss and nibble on your thighs, leaving little pink and purple marks that you’ll find in the morning. After a few minutes, he adds a third digit, watching your expression to make sure he wasn’t hurting you in any way. Your heads tilted to the side and you make eye contact, the lustful gaze drawing you in. He smiles and kissed back up your body to your neck.

‘Are you ready for me? Or do you wanna wait a little longer?’ You wrap your arms back around his neck, pulling him down into a chaste kiss.

‘I’m ready.’ You whisper, pressing your foreheads together. ‘But please don’t be harsh.’

He nods and kisses you deep but slowly as he pulls his fingers from your cunt. You hear the rustle of clothes from him removing his pants and boxers before feeling his tip graze your entrance.

‘Do you want a countdown?’ He teases, grinning at his own joke. You smile, hitting his shoulder and murmuring a quiet “asshole”. He slowly pushes himself past your entrance to your warm insides, revealing in the intense heat.

‘Shit.’ He curses against your lips. ‘Damn, you feel amazing.’ You try to reply, but all that comes out is a moan. ‘Are you ok? Can I move?’

You hum, already leaving scratches on his back from blunt nails. He carefully starts to move, burying himself deeper with each thrust and it drives you insane. It isn’t long before you feel your stomach twist into knots.

‘S-Sabo… gonna cum.’ You whimper, nuzzling into his neck.

‘Already, baby? Can you hold on for a little so we can do it together?’ He gets a babble for a reply, mixed with a harsh kiss to his jaw. ‘Good girl. You’re taking me so well, baby.’ He brings one hand to your face, gently stroking your face. He touch is comforting, and you feel him pick up his pace so you get to finish as soon as you want.

‘Fuck.’ He mumbled under his breath. ‘Shit. Do you want me to pull out or no?’

‘I-I don’t mind. Whichever you prefer.’ You babble. He nods.

‘I’ll come inside then, if that’s ok with you.’

A hum seals you fate as you feel yourself tip over the edge, quickly followed by feeling your insides filled to the brim. Your back arches at a ridiculous angle, pressing your chests together. Sabo rails you through your orgasm until you're a choked-up, panting mess. Not that he’s any different. He pulls out with a grunt and flops next to you, taking a minute to collect his breath before he stands to grab something to clean you both up.

In the few minutes you’re left alone, you want to cry. The way his touch felt on you felt so familiar and so comfortable, and the knowledge it was all caused by a drunk haze made you wanna cry. Tears collected on your lower lashes as you did your best not to let them spill.

‘Hey.’ Sabo cooes, leaning down beside you while he cleans up your legs. ‘What’s wrong, hun? Why are you crying?’

You shake your head, covering your face.

‘I’m not. It’s nothing. It’s just-‘ You stop, looking away from his gaze. ‘I miss him like freaking crazy, Sabo.’

The blond smiles, putting aside his cleaning supplies and lying next to you.

‘Same. Everyday.’ For a moment, it feels as if this isn’t a drunk conversation, but instead 2 people bonding through grief. You roll so you’re facing him, forehead pressed against his chest. ‘But I do wanna be able to protect you like he did.’

One of his hands strokes your hair gently, carefully tugging out any tangles. You’ve stopped crying, just listening to the quiet thump of your heartbeats.

‘Sabo?’

‘Yeah?’

‘I wanna learn to love you, the same way I loved him.’

A soft hum comes from above you and you feel his lips press against your temple. His arms wrap around you gently, keeping you warm.

‘Ok.’

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[bieachella]

Wants and Needs | dbf!joel miller x reader (pt. 2)

warnings: age difference (reader is a high school graduate so take that as it is, joel is in his 40s) f!reader, dirty talk, kissing, lots and lots of kissing, joel likes to kiss, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), pet names, a lot of pet names, praise, slow burn kinda maybe idk, alcohol use (pt.1), fluff if u squint, unprotected p in v sex, joel doesn’t pull out, ever, they’re very horny

summary: idk how to summarize they fuck

word count: 3k

a/n: i’ve literally never written smut in my life so bare with me here and ik the gif is javi but idc

You sat beside him in silence, seeking comfort in his warmth, trying to drown out the music that was playing obnoxiously loud.

As you feel yourself starting to drift off, you suddenly jolt awake upon glancing at the wooden clock hanging above the fireplace. It reads 1:45 AM, and you can't believe how late it is. "Jesus," you mutter to yourself in surprise. You turn to Joel and half-whisper, half-amused, "Where do old people get all this stamina from," It was more of a rhetorical statement than an actual question.

Joel playfully puts his hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. He scoffs and says, "if they're old, then what am I, baby?"

Baby.

Baby.

You chuckled at his response and playfully nudged him with your elbow. "You're not old, Joel.” you said with a smile. The tension was growing thicker and the wet patch in your underwear was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

Fuck. You need him so bad.

“I’m glad you think so. But, be careful, might’ not be able to keep up with your youthful energy.” He teased

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the desire that was building inside you. You wanted him to take you right there for everyone to see. You wanted to feel his hands on your body, his lips on yours.

You leaned in closer to him, feeling the warmth radiating off his body. "I think you have more energy than you let on," you whispered, your voice husky with desire.

Joel's eyes darkened with lust as he took in your words. He leaned in closer to you, his face just inches from yours. "Yeah?" he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

Of course, Joel pulled away.

Fucking tease.

As Joel pulled away, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of disappointment and frustration. His sudden change in demeanor had caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but wonder what had caused him to back off. Was it the alcohol? Had he suddenly realized something? Did he no longer find you attractive?

The music died down, and you felt an overwhelming urge to crawl into a hole and disappear. In an attempt to shake off the awkwardness, you got up to start cleaning up the mess left by the guests to deal with in the morning.

Joel just watched.

HIs eyes burning holes through your body.

You tried your best to ignore his intense gaze and focused on tidying up the room. But every time you looked up, you caught him staring at you. It was making you feel uncomfortable and self-conscious.

“What, Joel?” You said, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence. You roll your eyes as he stands from the couch and makes his way toward you.

As he approaches you, he stops just inches away, and you feel his warm breath on the back of your neck. You notice the tent in his pants pressing against your lower back as he leans in to whisper something, but then he hesitates, leaving you hanging in anticipation. He reaches up and gently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear before pulling away. You’re left feeling both frustrated and confused as he turns and walks away, leaving you standing alone. You can't help but question his motives and wonder why he's playing games with you. Your heart races as you try to make sense of the situation.

As your eyelids grow heavy, you decide it's time to retire for the night. You tip-toe up the eerie staircase, and your gaze meets the enormous taxidermied deer head.

You mutter "Jesus, fuck" under your breath. Your bare feet softly padded along the wooden floors, and as you passed by Joel's room, you noticed the door creaking open

You pause, feeling a mix of fear and curiosity. You know you shouldn't be snooping around, but the open door beckons you forward. You take a step toward the room, your heart pounding in your chest. You peer inside, your eyes adjusting to the dim light.

Joel's room is surprisingly neat, with a neatly made bed and a few scattered sweatshirts on the floor.

“No one’s ever taught’ya to knock?” A voice suddenly interrupts you, causing you to jump in surprise. You turn around to see Joel standing behind you, you can’t make out the look on his face, but god, did he look sexy. His black t-shirt clung to his biceps and his grey sweatpants accentuated the imprint of his cock.

Despite your initial shock, you can't help but feel a jolt of attraction run through you. You clear your throat, trying to compose yourself.

"Uh, sorry, I, uh, didn't mean to intrude," you say, feeling a bit embarrassed for being caught after the little moment you had downstairs.

Joel chuckles softly, his dark eyes sparkling mischievously.

You feel a flutter in your chest as he moves closer, his scent filling your senses. You try to focus on something else, anything else, but your mind keeps drifting back to how close he is to you. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and the magnetic pull between you is almost tangible.

“What would your daddy say? Huh? If he saw his little girl sneaking around his best friend's bedroom.” Joel whispers softly in your ear, his voice imbued with a gentle southern drawl. You hadn’t noticed until that moment but he had you pinned up against the wall, right by his designated room. You just stare at him, in complete shock at his words.

You can feel the blush creeping up your neck as you try to come up with a response. Joel's playful tone and the mischievous glint in his eyes make it hard for you to tell if he's joking or not.

Was he teasing you? Seriously?

Two can play that game.

You clear your throat and try to sound casual as you reply, "Well, my dad's not here,” tracing a finger up and down his chest, “And I'm not sure he'd be too happy if he saw you getting too comfortable with his daughter." A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips, hoping that your tone comes off as flirtatious rather than confrontational.

Joel's eyes widen in surprise, and then a slow grin spreads across his face. "Oh really?" he says, stepping closer to you. "And what would he do if he found out?"

You feel your heart rate pick up as Joel leans in, his breath hot on your neck. You try to keep your cool as you tilt your head back to look up at him. "Well, I don't think he'd be too pleased," you say with a coy smile.

Joel chuckles softly, his lips dangerously close to yours. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his eyes glittering with amusement. "Well, I guess we'll just have to make sure he never finds out, won't we?"

‘I guess so.” You say with a familiar smirk.

Frustrated with the proximity, you reach up to tangle your fingers in Joel's hair, pulling him down to capture his lips with your own.

As the kiss deepens, you feel a rush of excitement coursing through your body. Joel's hands are warm on your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you can feel the hard muscles of his chest pressing against your own.

He slips his tongue in your mouth and you respond eagerly, exploring each other's mouths with increasing passion. Your heart is racing, and you can feel the heat between your bodies growing.

Eventually, you break the kiss, both of you gasping for air. You stare into each other's eyes, trying to catch your breath, “Fuck.” he mutters, and it feels like the tension between you has only grown stronger.

Joel takes your hand and leads you into his dimly lit room, not breaking the kiss once, sitting down, and pulling you onto his lap. You straddle him, your legs on either side of his hips and you can feel his painfully hard cock when you grind your body against his crotch.

He lets out a small groan.

As the kiss continues, you can feel Joel's hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve and contour. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel yourself getting more and more wet. He slips his hand into the waistband of your shorts and strokes your wet folds.

“So fuckin’ wet, baby. All f’me?” The words fumble out of Joel’s mouth.

You moan in response to Joel's words, feeling your body respond eagerly to his touch. As his fingers continue to stroke you, you arch your back and press your body closer to his. You can feel the heat building between your legs, and you know that you're close to the edge.

Joel breaks the kiss, looking down at you with a wicked grin. "Wanna taste you," he says, his voice husky with desire. Without waiting for a response, he flips you onto your back, pulling your shorts and panties down, tossing them onto the floor.

He trails up your inner thighs with open-mouthed kisses, leaving bruises that will undoubtedly be visible in the morning, he kisses his way up to your leaking cunt.

“Fuck. Been dreamin’ ‘bout this pussy.” Joel breathes out, hot breath sending waves of pleasure to your sensitive clit. As he buries his face between your legs, you let out a gasp. “Gotta be quiet baby, would be a shame if anyone heard you moanin’ in my bed.” God, he’s relentless. His tongue is hot and insistent, tracing patterns over your clit and sliding deep inside you. You grip the sheets, trying to find some stability as pleasure washes over you.

You writhe under his touch, “ Quit.” He breathes out, pushing your hips down and tracing his spare hand up your torso, squeezing your breasts under the thin tank top you’d been wearing all night. You moan as Joel brings you to the peak of pleasure, his skilled tongue not missing a beat. You can feel the tension building inside of you, a heat spreading throughout your entire body. Your breathing becomes ragged, and you feel like you're about to lose control.

Suddenly, Joel pulls away, leaving you gasping for breath and on the edge of release. You look down at him, confused, but he just smiles up at you wickedly. "Not yet, baby," he says, crawling up your body to kiss you deeply.

You taste yourself on his lips, and it only serves to make you more aroused. Joel grinds his hard cock against your thigh, and you can feel how much he wants you. "Please," you whisper, unable to hold back any longer.

‘Gotta tell me what’cha want babygirl.”

You bite your lip, feeling a rush of desire coursing through your body. "Want your cock, Joel,” You manage to breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. You see Joel’s eyes darken with desire despite lying in the dimly lit room.

He takes in your words and it causes a long pause, your mind can't help but wander elsewhere and you feel self-conscious about being the only one undressed. Your instinct kicks in and you involuntarily close your legs, only to receive a smack on the back of your thigh.

Joel's hand moves from your thigh to your face, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. "Don't get shy on me," he whispers, his voice deep with desire. “Show me how bad you want this cock,” he adds.

Your hands move quickly to the waistband of his sweats, palming his cock from underneath.

“You always go commando at other people's houses?” You joke, probably not the best time to joke as his length twitches in your hand.

He lets out a low groan and leans in closer to you, ignoring your comment, he twirls a strand of your hair in his hand "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

Really? No cocky response?

Your own body responds to his proximity, a familiar ache building between your legs. You slide your hand up and down his length, relishing in the feel of him growing harder in your grasp.

He moans softly and tilts his head back, his eyes closed in pleasure. You continue to stroke him, teasing him with slow and deliberate movements.

You pull him out and you almost moan at the sight of it. You swirl your tongue around the tip, looking up at him with an intense gaze. His eyes meet yours, filled with desire and anticipation.

You take him deeper into your mouth, savoring the taste of him. Your lips and tongue work in perfect harmony, sending shivers down his spine. He grips your hair and you feel him push down on your head, choking around him and the vibration makes his cock twitch in your mouth.

“That’s right, fuck. Take it like a good girl.”

“Want my cum, baby?” He thrusts deeper into your mouth, “Maybe I should cum all over your face and send you to bed.”

“That what’cha want, baby?”

When he speaks, his words send a thrill of excitement through you.

You pull off of him and eagerly reply “need you inside me, Joel.”

With that, he tugs at your hair, jerking your head to look up at him.

“Don’t tell me what you need,” he says.

You feel a rush of excitement and anticipation as he takes control, his dominant demeanor sending shivers down your spine. You bite your lip, holding back a moan as his grip on your hair tightens.

He leans in close to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your neck. "I know what you need," he whispers, his voice low and commanding. "Need me to make you mine, fuck my cum into you, huh? Leave you dripping.”

You feel his hand move down your body, trailing over your curves and sending sparks of pleasure through you. His fingers find their way between your thighs, and you gasp as he teases your clit, making you wet and needy.

"Please," you whimper, your voice barely audible.

"Please what?" he asks, his voice dripping with arousal. "Beg for it.” “Beg for your dads best friend to fuck you.”

You feel a surge of heat between your legs, and you can't help but moan as his fingers continue to work their magic on your sensitive flesh. "Please," you plead, your body trembling with need. "Fuck me. Make me yours."

He grins, his eyes dark with desire. "Wonder what your daddy would think of you beggin’ for my cum." He says, his voice rough with lust. "Spread your legs for me."

You obey, parting your thighs to give him better access. He wastes no time, slipping two fingers inside you and starting to pump them in and out, the slick sound of his movements filling the air. You moan again, louder this time, and he smirks.

He slips his free hand over your mouth.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his fingers finding your clit once more. "Come for me. Come on my fingers.”

You can't hold back any longer, your body exploding in pleasure as you come undone around his fingers. He watches you, his eyes dark with hunger, until you're spent and shaking.

The hand on your mouth slowly moves down, slipping a thumb into your mouth as you eagerly oblige. Taking him into your mouth with his cock leaking over you, and a mix of pre-cum and your spit coating your overstimulated cunt.

He lines himself up with you, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance.

You can feel how hard he is, and you ache for him to be inside you. He teases you for a moment, dragging his cock up and down your slick folds, before pushing himself deep inside you with one swift thrust.

He removes himself from your mouth, moving down to knead your breasts.

His tongue slips into your mouth before a loud moan escapes you.

​​Your body arches towards his touch as he kneads and pinches your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through your body. With every thrust of his hips, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. The sounds of your moans and his grunts fill the room as your bodies move in perfect harmony.

He breaks the kiss to move down your body, trailing kisses and nibbles along your neck, collarbone, and breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it, while his hand continues to play with the other. Your back arches off the bed as a whimper escapes your lips.

You strip Joel of his shirt, finally getting to feel him skin to skin. You run your hands over his muscled chest and make their way up to his scalp, massaging his hair as he thrusts deeper, hitting all the right spots inside of you. You moan and gasp, feeling the pleasure building up inside of you.

Joel lifts his head and looks into your eyes. He leans in and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. As he continues to thrust, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m so close, Joel.”

“Yeah?” he breathes out

“Come on my cock.”

Joel's movements become more urgent, and he pumps into you faster and harder. The sensation of his cock rubbing against your walls is almost too much, and you feel yourself teetering on the brink of orgasm.

Joel grunts and groans as he thrusts, his body slick with sweat. His lips find yours again, and he kisses you fiercely, his tongue battling with yours. The intensity of the kiss matches the rhythm of his movements, and you can tell that he's just as close as you are.

With a muffled cry, you finally go over the edge, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you. Joel follows you moments later, his cock pulsing inside of you as he coats your walls.

You were so fucking relieved you’d been on the pill, although, you wouldn’t mind mothering his children.

The thought had you smiling a little.

As you both catch your breath, Joel collapses on top of you, his arms wrapping tightly around you. You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, and you realize that you've never felt closer to him than in this moment.

After a few minutes, Joel rolls off of you, his breathing starting to slow. He pulls you close, his hand stroking your hair as you both lay there in silence.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Joel whispers, breaking the silence.

You look up at him, feeling a sense of warmth and security in his embrace. You smile, knowing that you could stay like this forever.

"I ‘dunno," you reply softly, tracing circles on his chest with your fingers. "What do you wanna do with me?"

Joel chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, I could keep you all to myself," he says, pulling you even closer.

He could if he wanted to.

[adidastain]

bad decisions

1996 serj tankian x fem reader (y/n)

warnings: a little smutty (cockwarming)

notes: all lowercase, first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 2893

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long-time best friends, adrenaline, and freezing temperatures create the perfect recipe for poor decision-making.

thank god his place was only 4 blocks away from the venue.

“i don’t believe in global warming anymore.” his trembling voice carried easily in the cold, breezeless air. serj cursed under his breath through gritted and chattering teeth.

i scoffed. “we’re almost there,” i said, equally as trembly. it wasn’t this fucking cold when we left, 4 hours ago. now everything was covered in a thin layer of frost, and if we hadn’t kept moving, we might’ve been too.

serj didn’t have his own car and i didn’t have my license, so we were forced to walk a measly 4 blocks to the local niche concert venue, which really doesn’t seem like much of a trek. now try walking 4 blocks home in below freezing temperatures. we’d met some friends at the concert and had a pretty good time, but failed to account for the fact that it was past 12 AM by the time it was over, nonetheless in the middle of january. and of course, like the geniuses we were, we’d left before we could catch a ride.

“why didn’t we get a taxi?” i asked rhetorically, letting go of a heavy sigh that i could see in the form of a thin cloud in front of me as it escaped my lips.

“we don’t have any cash,” he laughed. he paused his steps for a brief moment to dig in his pockets. “right?”

“right,” i shivered. “genius, aren’t we?”

serj smiled at my joke. “genius enough to decide to walk home instead of getting a ride. remarkable.”

i playfully punched his arm. “seriously though,” he continued. “global warming my ass.”

“it’s midnight in mid-january, serj. i don’t know what to tell you,” i smiled, now walking backwards in front of him.

“yeah, in southern california. you would think it never gets this cold. my dick is fucking shrinking, y/n.”

i snorted and scrunched up my nose. for some reason, that was always my reaction when he said my name like that. i wasn’t sure if it was his tone, his accent, or something else.

we finally landed on his doorstep and i waited patiently behind him as his trembling hands frantically fumbled with the keys while trying to unlock the front door. serj then dropped said keys and i laughed at him.

“you try unlocking your front door when you can’t feel your fingers,” he playfully hissed at me while i picked up his keyring for him.

eventually we made it inside. it was warmer but not very much. the air was calmer though, we were in our safe bubble.

i flopped onto his couch while serj set his keys on the kitchen counter and winced. “my dick is fucking frozen,” he whined while running his fingers through his long, curly hair. i sat up and smiled at him, watching him pull his hair back into a ponytail.

“why don’t you grow out a beard, keep your face warm,” i suggested, standing back up and stepping towards him. “you already have a little bit of pedo stubble.” i laughed as he swatted my hand away from scratching his chin.

“did you know that thinking about sex can make your facial hair grow faster?” he changed the subject.

“you must not think about sex very often,” i teased, trying to hide my smirk.

serj rolled his eyes, palming my face and pushing me away. i hated it when he did that and he knew it. “rude,” i scoffed, following him to his bedroom.

“er, excuse me, love. i’ll be changing in here now,” he said in a godawful attempt at a british accent, stopping me at the doorway. i flicked his forehead out of revenge and he snorted before closing the door in my face. “your british accent is proper rubbish.” i yelled, in a much better british accent. “won’t survive the islands with that lump o’ shite up yer sleeve, mate.” i then said in a scottish accent.

he cracked open his door, showing just his face and bare shoulder. serj glared at me as if he had something to say, but i spoke before him, saying, “you might want to try studying foreign films if you plan to travel around the world in that band of yours,” in a german accent.

he glared for another moment or two before rolling his eyes and chuckling slightly and muttering, “you’re such a showoff.” he once again slammed the door in my face.

a few minutes later, he came back out in pajamas. flannel pants and a big, grey pullover hoodie. oh, and the star of the show, his signature scooby doo socks.

i’d helped myself to some oreos and was sitting on his sofa before he sat next to me and grabbed the TV remote. i held in a laugh as he shivered again.

“jesus christ I’M STILL FUCKING COLD,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

“dick still frozen?” i asked.

“yes.” he sighed, looking at me with a pouting lip.

i held in a laugh and looked him up and down as his head fell back again. i don’t know if it was his clothes, his now exposed neck, his gorgeous hair, or the idea of cockwarming itself, but he looked good. really fucking good.

very few moments went by before i gently took the remote from him and asked, “want me to warm you up?”

his head snapped up and he stared at me. his eyes were wide and a disbelieving smirk crept up his cheek. “excuse me?” he laughed sheepishly.

i’d meant it. now i was embarrassed and i felt stupid.

“do you want me to help you with… that?” i asked again, quickly glancing at his crotch to reference his frozen dick.

“wh- i- how?” he stammered.

then i felt really fucking stupid. why did i ask him that? what the fuck was i thinking?

i moved barely an inch closer to him after setting the remote back onto the coffee table and stared him dead in the eyes. my voice shrunk and i said, “i could just sit on you.”

a quiet moment was shared before he broke into a laugh and broke our eye contact. he looked around at seemingly nothing and bit on the tip of his finger, before pinching the bridge of his nose and laughing some more.

“why not?” he sighed, opening up the space in his lap for me to sit like a fucking hen on a newly laid egg.

i slid carefully into his lap, every single muscle in my body locked in a tense state. he avoided eye contact as i adjusted my position and rested my hands on his shoulders to stabilize myself.

i then became fully aware of his scent as it flooded my nostrils when i got that close to him. a soft blend of cigarettes, fresh laundry, and whatever cologne-y scented shampoo or body wash he used. my body relaxed and i allowed my weight to settle on his hips.

his hands rested in the pockets of his hoodie and he sat with his head rested back and his eyes closed. his broad chest rose and fell softly but swiftly.

“where’d you get this hoodie?” i asked softly, desperately attempting to break the silence. i was ruining our friendship more and more with each passing second.

…but i kind of wanted to ruin it.

i always thought serj was really intelligent and had a great sense of humor, and i could never understand why more girls didn’t want him. in the past 7 years of knowing him he’d only been through two real relationships, and barely any smaller, less serious flings. i myself had been in and out of relationships and such, but serj and i worked so well together as friends that it was hard to imagine being anything else with him.

“goodwill,” he exhaled. “3 bucks.” serj smiled, keeping his eyes closed. i could feel him relax a bit underneath me. i smiled too and let out a soft laugh through my nose.

“do you feel any warmer?” i asked, even lower than before.

a short few moments passed by before he shook his head and answered “not really.”

in response, i adjusted my position again, earning an unexpected reaction from him. his breath hitched and he briefly opened his eyes as i seemingly hit a nerve or something. his body tensed up again and his breathing grew deeper.

i soon understood why. i squirmed slightly for the billionth time, but felt a little something poking up against me.

every single ounce of my confidence rushed back into me and a devilish smirk came upon my face.

“what’s got you so excited?” i teased.

finally he looked at me again. his cheeks were red and he swallowed hard. we both broke into a blushing laugh and he rubbed his face with his palms.

he threw his hands outward and let his arms fall defeatedly. “you’re sitting on my dick, y/n, what do you expect? it feels good,” he argued.

my heart leaped. why was i so fucking excited about this? i was making him feel good and that was more fucking empowering than any chic flick i’d ever seen.

“it feels good? want me to grind on ya a little bit? like this?” i teased him, biting my lip. i started gently rolling my hips back and forth against his and held his shoulders to stabilize myself.

“NO! no, no, oh my god, fuck, don’t do that,” he whined, covering his face with his hands as he threw his head back again. his breathing was almost rapid and he was forcing himself to inhale and exhale deeply.

i stopped moving, but left my hands on his shoulders. i watched with a contented smile as his breathing became steadier.

“serj~” i said softly, letting my hands fall to his chest so i could feel his heartbeat. it was racing.

he took a deep breath and mustered up enough strength to look at me again. he looked tired, but his eyes were doe-y and somewhat anxious. he was blushing hard and he felt really warm now.

i took a long look at his face, glancing between his eyes, his nose, his lips, his freckles. i bit my lip and leaned in slightly closer.

“i wanna make a bad decision…” i whispered, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie and staring at his lips and into his eyes.

“you already made a bad decision, y/n.” he stated, his voice deeper and softer than it previously had been.

butterflies exploded in my stomach and we stared at each other for another few, long moments. i planted my palm in his sternum and slowly leaned in, laying my lips between his.

both of our hearts were now racing respectively, and i grew lightheaded from holding my breath before we pulled away naturally, slowly.

we looked at each other for a moment, seeing how the other was reacting to what just happened. his eyes danced around my face and his lips slacked open, breathing deeply despite his racing heartrate.

i brought a hand up to softly caress his neck, and we kissed again. his lips were wet and soft and the kiss was a little on the slower side. i could feel each of his breaths cover my face as his nose brushed against my cheek. i could have sworn that i felt him grow harder each second.

every ounce of strength that was left in my body instantly vanished as i felt his hand slide gently up my thigh. i softly whimpered into our kiss and pulled away for a moment. “your hands are cold,” i giggled, out of breath.

serj smiled at me and looked down. “sorry,” he laughed.

“it’s okay.” i gently tilted his sweet head back up to face mine and kissed him again. my hand caressed his stubbly cheek and i felt his other cold hand gently graze my jaw.

he opened his mouth and licked my lips briefly. i gasped and pulled his head closer to me so i could slide my tongue into his mouth to meet his.

i adjusted my position again and he immediately let go of the kiss, letting out a low, quiet moan against my lips. “careful~” he warned with a smile as he resumed the kiss.

his hand inched closer to my hips and i let it. his hands were huge and fit perfectly on my bony hips. i felt his entire palm rest against my right hip before his thumb slid under my pants to gently stroke the outside of my underwear.

i whimpered his name and pressed myself harder against his hand and his crotch, deepening the kiss even further. my underwear was beyond soaked but i didn’t even care.

i decided to deliver some karma and let my hands sink below his chest and slip up under his shirt. i placed my hands on his warm skin of his abdomen, which immediately tensed up at my touch. his skin was smooth and i could feel a bit of hair in the center of his body moving lower. my thumb brushed over his belly button and my palms were soon met with the elastic waistband of his pants.

before i could get to work on those, he pulled away and stopped me. “wait,” he said.

i looked at him, worry building up inside me.

his hands moved to gently hold my waist and he softly asked, “what are we after this, y/n?”

i stared into his eyes, at a loss for words. i pulled my hands out from under his shirt and hoodie and rested them in our laps, fidgeting with my fingers. “i-” i started, not really knowing where i was going to go with it after the fact. “i don’t know…”

now i felt stupid again. i only got the idea as a joke, i didn’t expect it to turn into this. but i liked it, and it seems like he did too. but we couldn’t go back to what we were, our friendship was ruined.

“...pretend it never happened?” he suggested, sounding just as uncertain as me.

i shook my head, lowering it in shame. it was such a stupid idea.

serj noticed my defeated state and gently held my face. “hey,” he said softly. i looked at him with a shame-ridden face, but quickly moved my eyes away from his. his thumb stroked my cheek and he gave me a small smile. “y/n~” he sang. “look at me.”

i scoffed and looked at him. he grinned and nudged my nose with his.

“listen, no matter what we end up being, you’re still my best friend, okay? maybe we can talk about it tomorrow over- well, later today, i guess. over breakfast. i think we should sleep on it, does that sound good?” he said softly.

his little stutter was so fucking adorable, i could barely contain my grin. i nodded and pressed my forehead against his.

“good,” he whispered. a moment or two passed before he held my face with both hands and softly said, “i love you, y/n. in every way.”

i smiled wide and wrapped my arms around his neck. “i love you too, serj,” i whispered.

he grinned, dear god. his smile had never hit me so hard as it did in that moment. “one more kiss?” he offered, his voice risen in pitch with his eyebrows raised and a sheepish grin.

i nodded, and we leaned in again. it was soft, slow, but not too deep, and a little on the shorter side. it was perfect.

“get some sleep, y/n,” he told me as we pulled away and i stood up from his lap. i nodded again, completely out of words. the only thing i managed to come up with was a simple, but sweet, “good night, serj.”

he gently grabbed my hands, softly kissing each of my fingers while looking up at me. “good night, y/n,” he said, before pausing for a brief moment. he then continued and whispered;

“i don’t regret anything.”

[ashdreams2023]

Hi, could I request a comfort Kate Bishop sibling fic where R struggles with self-worth and self-love and Kate helps R through it?

Believe me

Kate comforts her sibling

"There you are! I was wondering where you went, why aren’t you dressed?"

You shrugged your shoulders and pulled the covers over yourself a bit more "I don’t feel like going tonight Katie…maybe another day"

Your sister frowned, this was not normal behavior from you, you loved attending these type of events, meeting celebrities and trying all the food that’s gonna be served throughout the night.

"Hey, something the matter? You know you can tell me" She said at rhetorical edge of your bed with a look of concern on her face and an inviting expression.

"It’s nothing really, it’s not that important-"

"Don’t play clueless with me, you’re the smart one but I’m still more observant than that, come on tell your sissy what’s wrong"

There was a pass for a few seconds before you brought your legs close to your chest and sighed "I don’t think I fit in anymore…"

"What do you mean? You love these gatherings, did someone say something to you?!"

You shook your head immediately "No! But…I’ve noticed, I’m not really at those people’s level, you are with your work with Clint and being the oldest but with me I’m just…just me, you knew?"

Kate’s expression softened "Don’t be ridiculous you don’t have to fit in, these people should be grateful we even show up to those boring meetings, believe me you’re more than enough"

A sigh escaped your lips "I don’t know Katie…sometimes it feels like the others my age have done so much and here I am, single, with no achievements and living in my sisters apartment still"

"Do you not like living with me? Do you feel like I’m holding you back or something because i could always help you find a new place!"

"No no! But…you’re not mad?"

"Why would I be mad at you? You’re having doubts and that’s normal and your my sibling, what type of relative would I be if i disregarded your feelings like that, just don’t sit here and pretend like it’s no big deal"

Your heart clenched at her words and your eyes watered, you sniffed and rubbed your eyes "Can we stay in tonight?"

Kate smiled and kicked her boots off "I’ll make popcorn and we watch night at the museum"

After another sniffed you smiled and nodded your head gratefully "I’ll love that"