Not me missing Favara
Honestly girl? Me too.
Sorry for the lack of... well, anything for the past year. I just haven't been feeling the âšzingâš that she and Cad Bane and Star Wars in general used to have and I'm just
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aint yaâ girlfriend!
â Ë . * · analysisâ in which ellie doesnât know the meaning âcommitmentâ, well she does but chooses to not stay loyal. youâre her roomate and unattainableâor so she thought. venturing into your own dating life causes her to spiral, she aint your girlfriend & neither are you. | WC: 1.5K
âËàŹȘ ellie williams x reader | photo cover obvi from Pinterest!
âËàŹȘ MEOWW IM BACK !! gotta run it back with some toxic ellie đ!!
âËàŹȘ description: MODERN ROOMATE AU! NO PHYSICAL FEMALE DESCRIPTION! ANGST & SMUT, PORN W PLOT! (lol), toxic!ellie, roomate!ellie, PLAYER! (coded) ellie, JEALOUS!ellie, no use of Y/N, the mention of commitment issues, MUTUAL PINING, blatant flirting, secret crushing, heavy yearning, very small reader x dina, heated arguement, mention of ellie sleeping with multiple women, POWERPLAY, mix of dom!reader & dom!ellie, sub!ellie partly & sub!reader, pent-up sex (đ), teasing, HIGHKEY MAKEUP SEX (đ
), possessive!ellie, finger-fucking ( E receiving), face riding (E receiving), 69, praising, pussy eating (both receiving), slight biting (both), slight choking (both), use of pet names ( baby, mama)
90% percent of things in this world are easily accomplished and achieved, being Ellie Williams roommate wasnât one of them.
Since the day you met through a roommate finder site, after a few phone conversations getting to know each other tâill the moment you arranged your meeting. Ellie's been enamored, secretly, nonetheless.
You would lie if you said that from the moment; she came to help you move out tâill nowâdealing with sleepless nights because of her lack of sexual resistanceâthat her consistent affection didn't sway you.
it's been exactly six months since you've moved in with Ellie and you could recount her daily routine like it was your skincare.
You weren't sure, if you genuinely thought Ellie was sure you were dumb or straight-up shameless.
At dark hours of the midnight, you might've been asleep but that didnât stop her by the agonizing moans that echoed through cheap plywood walls. You groaned as you muffled your entire face and ears with your pillow, praying for them to shut the fuck up or stop.
Three days, twice a week.
Ellie had to have some type of sex problem. You thought to yourself. You're never one to hate someone's game-but living with the player is absolute fucking hell.
Every morning, youâre an early bird as Ellie is not, due to her nightly ventures.
You felt bad for the women who left disheveled, sneaking through the apartment at 7 AM to leave while you step out your bedroom; an empathetic smile shot their way before hurrying into the bathroom.
Your morning routine consists of cleaning yourself up before stepping out to cook early breakfast.
By the time, Ellie awoke and stepped out cockily, "Thank you, beautiful. You didn't have to cook me breakfast." She coaxed happily, pouring her cup of coffee at 12 PM. You sat on the couch reading your book, legs crossed and rested onto your coffee table.
You chuckled, "That shit's cold by now, I made it when tonight's booty-call left." Unphased and focused on your book. You could hear her footsteps begin to lead towards the living room area, closer, and closer to the couch you relaxed on.
You would never admit it. Although, her lack of respect for your peaceâdoesn't mean she should starve.
She joined you on the couch, empty space right beside. Ellie's presence tensing your muscles for some reason. She somewhat annoyed you but when you got to talk to her, it went so well. You guys actually had so much in common.
It felt serene to connect with her on many levels besides her surface actions, she was a timid person throughout the small cocky remarks. She was a great listener along as a storyteller over everything.
It was truly remarkable the balance she carried, also interesting. Something you couldn't quite wrap your head around still. You were willingly delusional, but it was clearly evident, you soaked in every moment with this person.
You lowered your book while she asked, "Hmph-touchĂš, you got any plans for today?" Calling your attention. Eyes sulked, the forest she carried within her eyes; it wasn't hard to comprehend why these women want a chance with her.
Ellieâs eyes were impossible not to get lost in, like compulsion. You never held eye contact too long, taking moments to break away, and retain from fluttering to the brown kissed freckles along her face to the shape of her soft lips.
You squint, a small smirk creeping through "Wouldn't you like to know what I'm up too." Your tone teases before going back to reading.
"I know what you been up too," Ellie tries to push further, reaching forward to delicately grasp your legs that rested on the coffee table. Your legs laid into her lap, sprawling across, and hanging off.
Another thing that consists of her routine the most? Spending the rest of the hours, days, and weeks flirting with you.
Ellie loved physical touchâas if she wasn't physical enough. She loved her hands on you.
Watching herself caress the exposed skin of your legs, massaging down tâill your ankle high-socks. Wether it was platonic or flirtatious, affection was key with you.
Once again, you lower your book to meet her eyes.
Ellieâs hands worked their way down, her fingers pressuring skillfully onto your heel and tingling the palm of your foot. She continues watching you read, "Oh yeah? What am I going to do today?" You question her, disregarding your book.
Sinking herself into the couch, her hands moving up from your legs to your thighs. Softly squeezing on of them, goosebumping your skin.
Ellie smiles confidently, "Cuddle with me and watch movies." Her eyes shimmering. You gaze at the big grin she spoke with, unsure if she was ever genuine.
You sat-up and leaned closer towards her till met face-level, "I'm sorry Els, someone else booked my time for today! I'm sure you will find a way to entertain yourself, hm?" You patted her shoulder with a smile as you got up.
"Wait, What the fuck do you mean?"
"Oh Williams! I've got a date, gotta' get ready."
It was insane, truly.
Ellie thought she was going crazy; she couldn't ever date you.
You're too good for her, representing everything she should want but isn't ready for. She was aware of how clearly toxic and intoxicated she was off, and with you.
No. Fuck no.
Ellie repeated to herself mentally, alongside questioning her existenceâhad she really been so caught up on trying to get a reaction out of you to see your time focused on someone else? âYes, she was.
It wasn't as bad as the delusions Ellie's paranoia was creating in her mind. You had hung out with your friends where you happened to meet Dina. She was a mutual friend that you were introduced too.
Ever since then, you've been flattered, and hoped for a dinner date with her. For you, it felt like an escape of emotional dread that came after every touch, sentence, and epithet that left Ellie's lips.
You hated the way you loved how affectionate she was, catching yourself vulnerable every time she touched you. Always dwelling the feeling of her soft warmth that soaked into your own invisible bliss, never allowing yourself to look too pleased; Yet, never pulling away.
Ellie headed down the hallway to your room. She was desperate to get you to stay, creating small and stupid conversation to slow you as she loved hearing her nickname fall from your lips even though she was practically seeping jealousy.
Ellie was her own ticking time-bomb, her patience melting, and mustering âWho's the lucky girl?" She bugged, trying her hardest to conceal that greened tone.
You swirl your chair around, now completely facing her as you couldnât help your jaw fall agape. You examine her demeanor while speaking up, âI don't ask about your daily rendezvouses." You were quick to quirk back, feeling uncalled for.
Ellie's brows knitted together, "We-wellâare you gonna' bring them back? I deserve to know that." She stumbled but spit back.
It was clear, now, you offended her. It was true. You never asked about the women she brought into your shared apartment. The women she brought to make you jealous.
The laugh you let out was priceless, "I don't get a say on who you bring home, why would you?" You called her out.
Ellie stepped closer to your chair. She looked into your mirror, leaving you no choice but to face her as your swirled around, her eyes gandered through your vanity mirror.
Your facial expressions were clearer as she continued to push, "It's different, you know that." She tries to prove.
You wanted peace and relaxation, something Ellie makes a sure mission of that you never fucking receive.
"You can't go out," Ellie began.
"Who's gonna stop me? Are you serious?' You thought she must've been fucking with you; you weren't going to hear another word of it.
"Just get out, get out now." Standing up from you chair, holding it open as she walks out, and slamming the door behind her.
You had left and most of all, you had left Ellie feeling like complete shit.
She couldn't believe you did this, did this to her. It felt like you had shot right through her heart, torturing her with her own distasteful antics, and leaving a sour tang to her soul.
In her mind, she thought you were utterly selfish. She couldn't see past the fact that, you, didn't owe her anything.
Ellie wanted you, beyond pleasure, more than anything. You became insatiable to her.
She didnât allow herself to soak in tangled feelings she felt for you, knew she had, even if it ate her alive at night. You would come to visit her in her sleep or while she mindlessly fucked some girlâsometimes, even pretending it was you.
You are treasure to her, too valuable to touch, but always curious with growing desperation to obtain and protect.
Ellie's peace was founded in you, a safe place she loves calling home. Unknown to your knowledge and you disrupted it.
As she disrupts your peace by being with anyone, but you.
Ellie finally understood what you meant by those backhanded insults.
She sat there with her hands palmed to her face, fingers running, and scratching through her short soft locks. Messing her own hair up, contemplating on how she could turn such a deep pattern.
This entire time she had been failing and failed to see that.
Out of everything, she thought blowing up your phone was the answer.
When you finally opened your phone, you saw your notification inbox full.
â Els â50+ messages
â Els â50 missed calls
You excused yourself to the restroom at fhe table with Dina, "I'm sorry, is it okay if run to the restroom really quick?" You requested through a thick forced tone and hidden irritation.
Your date had been going amazing. You may not have a lot in common with Dina, but she's a cheerful person who brings a refreshening energy. It was nice being in her presence.
It wasn't enough though.
You found yourself comparing your conversations to the conversations you have with Ellie, who is just your fucking roommate.
Dina was picture perfect, absolutely stunning, and she respected you more than you imagined Ellie ever could. That was the thing; even if talking to Dina tonight was full of laughter.
Everything you wanted wasn't her.
Never able to shake the anticipation of her touches, and the absence of her presence. Which make you crave it. Crave her. She was pure risk and you never wanted her to change.
You had a crush on your roommate, and you were fucked.
You were in the restroom ringing Ellie's phone. Hearing the beat of your heart thumps.
"You better say something good." You wanted to scream out as the line connects. You had every right to be, never once have you blown up her phone.
"Where are you? Let me come get you." She hurried through her words, hearing her surroundings of cars driving with a swish of wind.
You paced around, shocked and even more angry, "Are you out? Where are you?" You throw her own question back at her, whisper-yelling in a stall.
Ellie was so desperate to find where you were out like a girlfriend gone rogue.
"On my way to come get you, now tell me, where." She states blatantly and impatiently.
"You fucking wish! what happened? your hookup ain't text ya' back?" Your tone was laced with pure spite. It was silent for a small moment over the phone.
"Tell me where you are or come home." You could hear the desperation through her roughed-up tone.
Not a word was said. Your mood had been completely killed and you were hanging on by a thread. Repeating herself, âCome home or tell me where you are, please."
For the first time, you heard Ellie beg. She was pleading for you to come home, and you hated to admit it; yet, again.
But it worked.
When you finally saw her, you didnât bring yourself to look or speak while you walked completely past her.
The silence was piercing the whole way. You could hear a pin drop.
âNo side piece tonight?â your tone, only bashful. You were exhausted and enraged.
Ellie's white wife-beater was roughed up and you could smell the stench of marijuana roam off her neck. She looked sullen, her eyes low, bagged, and her jaw seeming clenched; her hair staticy.
You observed her body language, scanning her lean figure. Her sweatpants hung loosely onto her hips as her gaze shifted between you and her own feet.
Huffing, "Just why." you state, disassociating yourself by looking at the ground. It was continued silence for a moment.
"You came back for a reason, though." Ellie finally spoke and it just made everything worse.
"You know what? I did. I came back because I actually care for you. I thought you were in trouble or something, so I thought, hey, maybe I should go backâ" You began, your voice shrieking as it raised louder.
"Something you never fucking think to do, too busy fucking to show me an ounce of respect!" You yelled. Weight had been lifted.
It was like screaming a keyword at Ellie, budging from looking at ground to look at you "What are you talking about!?" Ellie's eyes widen, her eyebrows raising as she retorts.
"You don't fucking get it!" you didn't say anything as she raised her hand angrily into the air, then running in through her hair.
"It is so fucking hard trying to resist you." Ellie's eyes were piercing into yours, her steps stalking closer.
"No matter how many women, they are never you. You are all I think about." You could hear her voice grow lower and lower as you froze.
You were at a loss for words, lips parted as you try to focus on your breathing.
"I want you. I need you." Ellie continues, whispering. Feeling her warm breath feather your lips. Ellie closed any space between you both, pulling you into her.
You opened your mouth to speakâonly for her to bring a finger up to shush your lips, "I can't stand the thought of you with someone else." Ellie continued, leaning in closer and slowly removing her finger.
So many parts of you wanted to scream rejection, but as you feel her warmth, and her words youâve dreamed. You could feel your blood rush and heat you up, feeling Ellie's body haze you, your mouth desperate and shaky.
"Kiss me, then." you tut.
Your lips met passionately, an automatic fight for dominance as the pace got hot. The thirst shared was unquenchable.
The personal echoes of each other's kisses smack as your hands got lost in her hair. Your fingers slightly tug onto her loose locks. Ellie's hands greedily rapturing you further into her bodyâtill she couldn't; craving to feel every part of you.
You were lost into the feeling of Ellie's lips, her tongue swiping at your bottom lip as she's desperate to explore more of you.
Your bodies fiend for each other, one of your hands tugging on her muscle tank, and the other lowering from her hair. Ellie's hands roam from your waist, trilling at the feeling of you grazing her neck. She passes your hips till she reached thigh, and hiking it up onto her hip.
Ellie's grasps and grips onto the thick of your thigh, slowly dipping to cup the cheek of your ass. She sneaked a firm squeeze on your ass causing you to shriek, allowing her tongue to explore every crevice of your mouth.
Ellie giggled into the kiss at your muffled moans, amused by how she's effecting you. You push her off slightly, catching your breath. You were both left breathless while she kept eyes on each part of you.
Taking a step closer, reaching your hand out to caress her cheek. Indulged by the freckles painted into her as your thumb brushes her soft cheek. Slowly traveling your hand to her nape before coming around full circle, choking her, and pulling her chest to chest.
You smirk at the way her pupils dilatated. Ellie's mouth was agape, leaning in to lick a teasing swipe along her bottom and top lip. "I'm not your girlfriend." you state.
A soft quick squeeze on her neck causing a weak whine to fall from her lips. Oh, this was better than you imagined.
Ellie gripped your arm, pulling you around and into her chest. Walking you back, you felt your back eventually hit against her door with a hasty thud. Her tongue explored you, intertwining with your own as you sucked softly.
Each grope and wet lick electrified a craving in your stomach, pulsing into your arousal. She struggles with the doorknob, jiggling it open as her other hand held you. Ellie would never admit how soaked you get her.
Your needy grinds contra the pleasure dripping through her briefs as her lips learned every secret love spot within your precious body. You both tumbled onto her bed, not a care in the world besides this fervid momentum shared between you both.
Ellie toppled you, slowly lowering closer. Taking a chance to catch her by suprise, pulling her down with your leg hooked, and flipping her over. Now, you were on top.
Your lips quickly find their way to her clavicle, pecking, and licking alongside her neck. Almost ripping off her wife-beater while leaving open-mouthed kisses onto her shoulder. Continuing kissing down and around her exposed tits.
Your eyes switched watching her face and the way the cool air perked up her nipples. Ellie's back arched as you teased your teeth onto the plush above her tits, right above her sensitive erect nipples. you leave an array of hickeys, enjoying each squirm let out from under you.
This was your sweet revenge, her punishment for every time; she could've been with you, but wasn't.
You didn't stop tricking her with your tongue. Maneuvering down from fondling one of her tits, twiddling your finger around her nipple, and sliding into her loose sweats.
Your hand hasty as you reach the warmth of her panties, middle, and ring finger curve into the soaked patch that leaked through her panty. Thumb pushing up on her clit softly while Ellie turns her head laying head on the bed, watching you tease her; growing embarrassingly wet.
It was primal instinct, playing, and pushing for her weaknesses. You studied every small moan and squirm left form her body. Your fingers continuously circle her clit through her panties. She was quick to spread her legs for you, allowing you access.
Ellie's tits perked and red by your teeth and feverish sucking. You kept finger firm, pressing down onto her covered clit as the fabric of her soppy panty rubbed into her, pulling her panty to the side, coating your two fingers with her slick.
Ellie's chest heaves with a loud moan as her thighs tremble. You watch her struggle to reach up and stop your arm. She was on the border of giving in and still anxious for control.
She grips onto your wrist, slimed finger following down to her vulnerable entrance, toying with her, torturously. You kiss and lick your way back up, meeting her berried lips.
Your middle finger pushes into her, curving upward, and enticing her walls which immediately knocked a desperate strangled moan out of Ellie, throwing her head back.
The sound of her slick swirl and smack within gliding in and out of her whetted pussy brought you a gluttonous satisfaction. Her addictive cries encouraged another finger to join your soaked middle, stretching her out completely. Ellieâs grown in nail tips dug into your incensed flicking wrist.
Ellie on a frenzy of choked whines and unstable string of moans, "Gah-fuck me!".
You admire the work you've sucked onto her body. A fleeced giggle leaves your lips as you plant feathered kisses onto her cheeks, "Already am, baby" You murmured.
The pace you fucked her with was exquisite, your fingertips fluttering against her g-spot as they plunge deeper. Quickening your thrusts with every squelch given by Ellieâs gushed pussy. She held her mouth agape, allowing yourself to dive your tongue in, swallowing her lewd noises.
Ellie clenches around you, her pussy guzzling every inch of your thickened fingers. You could feel and hear her heartbeat pound against your smushed chests, "Ya'like it? like how it feels, honey?" Your question was coy, sliding your fingers fourth, pressing your tips verse her walls.
"Ah! yes, fuck, fuck yes!âI'm gonna'â" Lecherous shrieks fell from her lips as you help ride out her orgasm. Your fingers relentless in her pussy, juicing itself around your fingers; coating your fingers.
"Let it out, Els", You start to praise into her ear, "I know you've been dying too."
Your coo finishes her off with a loud grunt as you pull out your lustered up fingers. Without looking or a second thought, your free hand grabbed Ellie's jaw and attempted to focus her dazed vision to watch you.
Both of your eye's leer into each other as you plop your fingers into your mouth, coming sucking off her cum with a pop.
Ellie's eyes turned dark, her lids hazed, and hooded.
Slowly lifting yourself and shifting your hips below her stomach, Ellie was quick with her movements, flipping you over, and trapped under her. The feeling of her hands running up and down your clothed body, leaning down your ear, âTime, I took all this offâŠâ She weakly whispers as she hovers over you.
Your body was completely sprawled onto her navy-blue sheeted bed with your arms raised above your head, and her knee pushing into your clothed heat. Mimicking your exact position, each sloppy kiss was followed by a piece of clothing being thrown off.
Seconds. How quick it was for you to be in nothing but your panties. Ellieâs kisses were precise and every nonverbal praise by the unconscious grind of your hips and bit-back whines.
She flows herself between your legs, pulling each one onto her shoulders as her lips pecked from your thighs till, she met your damped panty. "You had your fun," She started muttering into you.
"Only fair if I have mine, right mama?" Ellie cocks her head to the side, meeting your eyes before biting your panty-lining and proceeding to hike down your panties with her teeth.
Your eyes peered into her, watching the way she intently focused every part of you. She kissed every beauty mark that was blessed up your body. The feeling of her breath inching closer to your dewed pussy-lips; arching your back in temptation.
You thread your fingers throughout her hair, tugging slightly. You were no longer challenging her, giving complete submission to Ellie.
She watches the way arousal drips from your slit; her hands massaged the goosebumps perking the hairs on you. Ellie couldn't believe she was granted with such a divine privilege, drooling at the thought.
Ellie kitten-licked the delicious nectar that trickled, her tongue dragging flat against your pussy, and licking up your pulpy clit. Indulging in every moment spent between your legs with every keen lick trailed across your heat.
An inflamed jolt seeds through your spine, your entire body to thrash further into the bed as you cry out, "Ah!âFucking god!" Your pleasure enthralling you to your ankles.
The wet smacking from her saliva coated sucks mixed with your core's elation. A train of vulgar slob laps your pussy while she gets lost in between your furred lips and swallowing you up, âIt ainât god, baby.â Smirking at your sensual vulnerability.
The tone she used was condescendingly sweet. Trembling your legs and jerking your hips which pushed Ellieâs head further into your pussy as the heel of your foot digs into her shoulder, and hands wrestling through her brunette locks.
Your head was thrown back in tempestuous joy, âMmph! Ellie!âso fucking good!â Ellieâs tongue danced on your clit before making her way towards your soppy entrance.
Pure ecstasy marauded its way up and through your internal, tightening your abdomen. Every strike of her tongue inched closer to cumming all over her. You felt your hips cramp as you try to push Ellie off, backing away desperately.
You struggled, meekly crying out, "F-fuck! stop! stop!" Ellie immediately pulled away with wide eyes. She looked up at you alarmed, "Did I hurt you?!" her tone sincere and worried as she got up, standing above you.
Trying to catch your breath, sweat glistening your naked body. You lean up on your elbows to look at her, "Get on the bed..." your voice was breathless and clear. Ellie walks over slowly, hovering next to you on the empty side of the bed while licking the corners of her lips deviously.
Ellie leans over, her hand threading through your messy hair as she kissed you ferociously. Tasting yourself on her tongue as your own greedily twirled around her mouth. Both of your tongues swirl around each other as your arms find their way around Ellie's body.
You pull away from her lips, "Put your pussy on me." you sulk, regaining your strength.
"Aren't you charming." She jokes out sarcastically and smirking, "Oh, just sit on my face." you huff with a fun grin.
Just like that, Ellie turns around, holding herself up onto your thighs. Your hands run through the back on her thighs till you made your way to her ass, fondling, and squeezing her plush flesh. Mouthâs salivating at each other.
Ellie lets out a gratifying groan as your tongue swipes her sensitive slits, twirling around her hole and thumb circling her clit. Arching herself down onto you more while leveling herself in-between your thighs, leaving sloppy opened kisses on your pussy.
Your stomach bubbles up lewdly, chasing after her swirling tongue within the impatient trial to get her to cum all over your face. The mix of each other's nibbles and starved slurps, propelling bodies together as your legs convulsed and her own thighs shook with inched erotica.
You feel your orgasm coarse and itch closer as Ellie continues to drag between your slits. Starting to move faster, hips grinding against your face. Ellie is soon following close behind, both of you moaning and panting while reaching each otherâs simultaneous climax.
A string of choked out moans bouncing off her white walls, âDon-Donât stop!â you gasp out before closing your mouth around her clit.
Continuous harmony between both of your moans as you both cum all over each other, creaming your faces.
You and Ellie lay in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow. Eyes dozed, sweaty bodies entwined, and sharing a first tender moment of silence.
You lifted your nuzzled head from the crook of her neck, breaking the silence.
âI don't want you to touch anyone besides me.â Voice hoarse and clearer than ever.
âI dont want to ever see anyone besides you.â
A/N: I FEEL BEYOND GRATEFUL FOR REACHING 1k WHILE I WAS GONE đ„č i thought it was about time i post cus i finally feel like ? confident ? i spent most of my time if it wasnât personal life duty, id be writing a bunch of self indulgent fictions (THIS WAS ONE OF THEM LOL) and practicing and differentiating my writing style to my liking.
THANK YOU SO MUCH GENUINELY IT MEANS THE WORLD! i cant wait to continue :)
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Lose Control (Aegon x Niece!Reader)
Summary: Aegon knew it would never work. But did he care? Of course not. You were one of few members of his family who didn't look at him like he was a failure. Was it love? He didn't know. But he never felt whole without you.
(Based on Lose Control by Teddy Swims)
TW: She/Her pronouns, canon-typical incest (uncle x niece), afab reader, alcohol consumption, alcoholism, oral (f receiving), fingering, semi-public, innuendo, profanity.
Words: 2,985
kÄlÄ«tsos = little cat, kitten
I apologise now, but this isn't a 'happy' ending.
Something's got a hold of me lately. No, I don't know myself anymore.
You were off limits, Aegon knew that. The fact had been drilled into him by his mother time after time. His niece, the only one who looked at him with some modicum of love or affection. He didnât know if you felt the same, but he could pretend every time you would smile at him, or your hands would linger against his just a moment longer than needed.
But how could he not want you? You were beautiful. He didnât care about the rumours that surrounded your parentage. Those dark curls, eyes so brown they could be mistaken for black. All the things that people used to paint you a bastard, he found to be the most beautiful things in the world.
His thoughts were consumed by you, even when you werenât around. Everything reminded him of you. The more he thought of you, the more he remembered he couldnât have you and the further he sank into his cups.Â
The day you left for Dragonstone with your mother had broken him beyond belief. Wine and whores barely fill the void you left behind.
Feels like the walls are all closin' in. And the devil's knockin' at my door, whoa⊠Out of my mind, how many times. Did I tell you I'm no good at bein' alone?
Aegon stumbled back into his chambers. The third night this week that heâd spent drowning his sorrows in some dingy tavern. Word had come that your mother was returning to Kingâs Landing with you and your brothers. The petitions for the seat at Driftmark were to be heard, and your brother Lucerysâ claim was being questioned.
Aegon would see you again, and it terrified him.Â
He was embarrassed of the kind of man heâd become in your absence. A drunk, chasing whatever skirt he could. Fear set in, knowing youâd see him like this.
The morning of your return had come, but Aegon couldnât bring himself to leave his bed. He was a mess in so many ways. The scent of wine still lingered on his breath and skin from the night before. Sun streamed in through his window, and he quickly sunk back under his sheets.
But his peace was short lived, the door to his chambers slamming open and the harsh words of his mother filling the room. Aegon groaned, it wouldnât be the first nor the last time his mother would ever berate him this way. But he was in no mood for it.
The sound of her admonishments faded to muffled noise as Aegon tried to rub the sleep from his features. But his actions seemed to only antagonise her more. Heavy limbs rolled from his bed, gripping the sheet around his body as he stood.
His motherâs tirade stopped at his movement, her words faltering.
âI will not apologise, for it falls on deaf ears. Now if you donât mind, I fear I require a bath.âÂ
Aegon grumbled, wanting nothing more than to escape Alicentâs harsh words.
He ignored anything else that came from her lips, walking away and towards his thankfully, already filled bath.
I lose control. When you're not next to me (when you're not here with me). I'm fallin' apart right in front of you, can't you see?
You didnât want to be here. None of your memories of the Red Keep were particularly fond. Well, save for a few. The times spent with your uncle, Aegon, would always bring a smile to your face when you thought of them. When he would sneak to your chambers, cakes in hand, demanding you come to the gardens with him. Why?
Because he missed you.
Back then, you thought little of it, simply thinking your uncle was being kind, as an uncle should be. But when you think of those moments now? Heat filled your belly and a blush bloomed on your cheeks. The evenings spent curled up next to him beneath a tree in the royal gardens, lips sticky from the cakes he always brought, his arms wrapped tight around you and your head on his chest. Those moments had seemed so innocent then.
The reactions of your mother told you now, that they were not. The way your mother had demanded you stop sneaking out in the evenings with him â how spending time alone with any boy in such a way was unbecoming.Â
But Aegon was the only one who didnât tease you about your dark hair and eyes â you knew the rumours well enough. Instead, he told you how pretty you were. Comparing your eyes to embers and your hair to the finest chocolate.Â
Now, you stood at Jaceâs side, listening to your mother talk to some lord or another.Â
âIâm surprised you havenât tried to sneak off to find Aegon.â Jace whispered, only earning an eye roll from you. Your brother was one of few aware of just how much time you had once spent with Aegon.
Luckily for you, heâd never told your mother. As far as Rhaenyra was concerned, the moment sheâd forbade you from spending time with your uncle, you had stopped. Instead, you had simply hidden your meetings better. Swearing your brother to secrecy when he caught you one night.
You ignored Jaceâs comment because no answer you gave would keep that smirk off his face. Finally, after what seemed like the longest time, your mother turned and gave you and your brothers permission to spend some time to yourselves before the petitions. You didnât miss the sideways glance Jace gave you as you hurried away.
I lose control. When you're not next to me, mm-hm. Yeah, you're breakin' my heart, baby. You make a mess of me.
He was washed, dressed, the alcohol feeling like it was seeping out of his skin as he wandered through the corridors. He had no destination in mind, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into his bed. But he also had no desire to listen to another of his motherâs verbal lashings against him . And even more so, he was terrified of seeing you.
Would you hate him as he is now? Would you be embarrassed of him?
Aegon was so lost in his thoughts that he didnât hear the footsteps coming towards him, his eyes trained solely on the stone floor before him. So, when he collided with the soft form of another person, he was knocked near off balance. As he scrambled to stay upright, he was greeted with a very familiar head of deep brown waves.
âUncle?âÂ
Your voice. A voice he had imagined hearing time and time again for the past six years. But when you said his name, he finally met your gaze. The faintest of smiles finding his lips, while his eyes remained just a little glazed from the wine heâd already consumed.
You were here. You were here and you were as beautiful as ever. The deep red of your gown makes those warm curls even deeper in colour. It was only when he felt your hand on his arm that he realised he hadnât spoken a word.
âDo I render you speechless still?â you smiled; your hand rested on his forearm.
âAlways, kÄlÄ«tsos.â He smiled, watching you blush at the name.
Kitten, so called for the way you always used to curl up next to him, safe under his arm. A sweet name that now had your cheeks hot. It was the way he said it, voice lower than you remembered. But you could smell the faint scent of wine on his breath, and you now realised that the stories of his love of alcohol were true.
Six years had changed you both in more ways than one.
Problematic. Problem is I want your body like a fiend, like a bad habit. Bad habits hard to break when I'm with you.
Aegon hadnât paid attention to a single word spoken during the petitions. He could care less about who inherited Driftmark. His eyes never left you. He didnât care who saw him staring. He didnât care if you saw him staring. Seeing you again had awoken every feeling for you heâd once had. And then some.Â
Heâd ignored his mother when she demanded he leave the wine alone. He couldnât handle court sober, never mind having to stay away from you. Now, the room swayed just a little, but the fog on his brain was a welcome distraction from you.
The petitions had gone as well as expected â if seeing Lord Vaemond beheaded was expected. The whole family was on edge, but Aegon was comfortably in a wine induced calm.
So, when you walked in, arms linked with Jace, he had little control of the expression on his face. Disgust at the sight of you so close to your brother, a closeness that had once been reserved for only him. He filled his cup again, no amount of wine in the world would likely make him feel better now.
You sat in the only available seat, between Jace and Aegon. You tried to catch your uncleâs gaze, but he seemed to be looking anywhere but at you and it made you feel ever so slightly hurt. Had you done something to upset him?
Problematic. Problem is when I'm with you, I'm an addict.
The supper ended swiftly the moment your brother hit Aemond, provoked of course. The two princes had never been close. You stood with your mother; fists clenched as you watched Aegon pin Luke to the table. There was no love lost between the uncles and nephews, but seeing Aegon treat Luke that way infuriated you.
You stormed from the hall, ignoring the shout of your mother. It was only then that Aegon released Luke, shoving the boy away and drunkenly hurrying after you.
Heâd fucked up and he knew it.Â
He could hear the clack of your boots on the stones, and he knew where youâd be going. The gardens. Your haven, one you once shared with him.
âI donât appreciate being followed, uncle.â you called out, stopping just short of the entrance to the garden.Â
Aegon was quick to stop behind you, the wine making him unsteady. But he wasnât going to miss this chance to have you alone.
âYou are drunk, Aegon.âÂ
The accusation, while true, hurt coming from you. Embarrassment flooded him as he tried to find an excuse. But the words went silent on his tongue. He was drunk, yes, but not as drunk as you seemed to think he was.
âIt is a common occurrence for you now, I hear. Wine and whores?â Your voice wasnât as angry as he expected, but having you know such things about him made him sick.
âNothing more than distractions for a life that is quite tedious.â Aegon replied, doing his best to hold your gaze, blue meeting brown for the first time truly in six years.
âAnd what makes your life so tedious, I am sure there are many who would revel in the life of a prince.â You answered, turning to continue your walk to the garden, knowing he would follow.
And follow he did, wanting nothing more now than to be in your presence. A presence heâd missed. A presence heâd craved for six years. Even if you seemed frustrated.
âYou know exactly whatâŠâ he snapped back, the wine loosening his tongue just a little. There was a chance this would be the last time heâd see you, knowing the state of the family, and he wasnât going to waste a moment.
âSix years without you, kÄlÄ«tsos, has been a very long time.âÂ
You stiffened at that. Was he blaming his problems on you? You stopped dead, turning on your heel to face him, watching as he stumbled when he stopped short of colliding with you.
âAnd you think it has been easy on me?â Your words came out quieter than you thought, your anger failing as you saw the sadness in his eyes, eyes that had once seemed so bright now seemed sallow and hollow.
âI did not want to leave. My home is here, with you.â
Aegon froze, chewing on the skin of his lip. Any anger heâd felt slipped away almost instantly. You hadnât wanted to go. Those words sparked the smallest ember of hope in him. Maybe, just maybe, you felt as he did.
âI have spent every moment of those six years missing you.â
He heard nothing else, the wine in his belly fuelling his emotions beyond his control. His rough hands finding your cheeks, pulling you to him as he kissed you. The kiss was messy but reciprocated. Mere seconds passed before you curled a hand into the fabric of his shirt and pulled him tight against you. A kiss filled with years of love, passion⊠and lust. Aegonâs hands moved from your cheeks to your waist, pressing his body against yours as he backed you towards a nearby wall. Thankfully the gardens were quiet in the evenings.
You only pulled away to catch your breath, remembering quickly that Aegon had been drinking. As had you, but Aegon had consumed far more than you had.
âYou are drunk, AegonâŠâÂ
âNot so much that I am unable to think clearly.â He replied, wanting nothing more than to kiss you again.
His hands played with the fabric of your gown, keeping your body pinned between his and the wall. He couldnât let you go, not now. Not without knowing if you felt as he had all this time.
âTell me you donât want this, and I will go.â He whispered, his forehead now resting against yours.
You wanted to tell him you didnât because it would be easier down the line. Easier to lie and break his heart now than be truthful and have to leave him again. But you did. By the gods, you did. While youâd loved him for longer than you could remember, love was not on your mind at this moment.
âI want thisâŠI want you. I always have.â Your breath fanned across his lips as you spoke, body inching closer on instinct.Â
Aegon closed the distance, his kiss gentle though his hands now gripped your waist hard. The red fabric now fisted tight in his hands as he slipped his thigh between your own. Your body responded naturally, heat flooding you as his lips slid down to your jaw then your neck. He knew he couldnât go so far as to take your virtue, but he needed something.
And I need some relief, my skin in your teeth. Can't see the forest through the trees. Got me down on my knees, darlin' please, ohâŠ
Your breath hitched as he bunched your gown in his hands, fingers pressed against the fabric of your small clothes. A touch youâd only dreamt about. Wondering what it would feel like to have him touch you so intimately.
The reality had your mouth dry and your flesh searing. Hips canting to meet the deft movements of his fingers. His face buried in your neck as you sighed out in pleasure. You shouldnât be doing this, and you knew it. All you could focus on was pleasure, not right and wrong. Your own hand soon found the hard length in the front of his breeches, palming him slowly.
Aegon wanted nothing more than to feel you. To commit those soft sounds to memory. To feel your skin on his.
âAegonâŠâ you breathed, your hands finding the mess of silver waves atop his head.
His name had never sounded so perfect, and he wanted to hear it again. His hands kept a grip on your waist as he dropped to his knees before you, ignoring the confused glance you shot down to him. You soon had your answer when his nose brushed against the fabric of your small clothes, his hand gripping your thigh as he lifted it over his shoulder.
âWhat are you-â your words fell silent as he mouthed at you through your undergarments, his name a moan falling from your lips.
Your hand found his hair again, wanting nothing more than for him to keep going. And when his fingers tugged the fabric aside, bearing your flesh to him, all sense was lost.
âSo delicious, my sweet girl,â he cooed, licking a hot stripe between your folds.
No man had ever touched you this way, and you wanted no other man but Aegon to touch you this way again. A dream, of course, but one you wanted so desperately. And he lapped at you like a man starved, groaning against your skin at the taste of you, the sound enough to have pleasure shooting up your spine.
And soon the knot in your belly snapped, hands tightening in his hair as you panted his name. Aegon only stopped his ministrations when you pushed him away. With a final kiss to your inner thigh, he stood.
âYou are mine, kÄlÄ«tsos, and you always have been.â
I lose control. When you're not next to me (when you're not here with me). I'm fallin' apart right in front of you, can't you see?
Morning had come. You didnât remember returning to Aegonâs chambers but that was where you woke. Wrapped in his arms and feeling safer than ever. It would not last. It never did. Shouts from outside the door told you that. And the door crashing open, revealing the furious face of your mother made it crystal clear to Aegon.
You were off limits. He knew that. Heâd hoped it would change. But when morning came, the harsh words directed at you by your mother told you it never would. And his dreams become nightmares as you leave him again.
I lose control. When you're not next to me, mm-hm. Yeah, you're breakin' my heart, baby. You make a mess of me.
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A Girl Just Wants To Be Spoilt | Leah Williamson x Reader
synopsis: just leah handing over her gold amex card. yep.
warnings:Â none :)
wc: 860 words
âThis is such a waste of timeâ You hear your girlfriend mutter to herself from behind you, but you pay her no mind. You were far too interested in choosing which lip gloss to get. Leah and you were currently in Sephora because she had to go shopping for a new outfit for an event she is invited to attend later that week. After a quick lunch, you all but dragged your reluctant girlfriend into the beauty store.Â
Leah didnât mind makeup, and lately with the media and events that she had to do, she was almost used to sitting in a makeup chair and having a makeup artist work on her face. However, outside of the events, Leah kept her face bare and makeup-free. You, on the other hand, were makeup obsessed. You spent an hour longer than your girlfriend when it came to getting ready in the morning because you had an entire skincare and makeup routine.Â
âOi! Quit it!â You playfully slap your girlfriendâs hand away when you see her reach for the open samples of eyeshadow palettes. Knowing how bored your girlfriend was getting, she was probably going to try some shit like wipe the eyeshadow on your arm or something. The blonde pouts, but follows dutifully behind you when you move over to the other section.Â
âOh this oneâs quite niceâ Untwisting the lipgloss sample, you glance the back of your hand only to frown when you see that there is no space to swatch the product. Checking the other hand, you see itâs already full of other lipstick and lipgloss swatches too.Â
You were just about to put the lipstick down when your girlfriend practically thrusts her own hand out in front of you. âUse mineâ
âThanks, babyâ Giving her a sweet smile and a kiss on the corner of her lips, you happily swipe the lipgloss wand on the back of her hand. You tilt your head, inspecting the colour before you shake your head. âThatâs a nice colourâŠbut would I wear it often?â You mutter more to yourself.
Turning back to the wide selection of lipglosses, you pick up another tube only to swatch the sample on the back of the blondeâs hand again. Leah rolls her eyes. âwhat, am I just your personal tester now?â
You turn to your girlfriend, patting her cheek lightly before kissing her right on her pouty lips. âyou did offer, baby.â
Leah rolls her eyes at you but you can see a smile forming. âWhatever. Make it quickâ
âWhich one should I get, Lee?â You hold up two lipglosses. Instead of an answer, Leah only looks at you with one sharp eyebrow raised. âIs that a trick question?â
Your eyebrows furrow. âWhat is?â
Your girlfriend gestures to the lipglosses in your hands. âTheyâre the same fucking colour, darlingâ
You wave the two very different colours of lipglosses in the air. âThey are notâ this oneâs more peachy and this one is more pink. Now pick one for me, please! I only want to get one since itâs so bloody expensiveâ
The blonde groans, and runs a palm down the side of her face like this is the most tedious task in the entire world as if she doesnât chase a ball for a living.Â
Before you could say another word, Leah grabs both of the clearly different lipglosses from your hand and then turns to the selection of lip products on display. She grabs a few more of the tubes in different shades, chucking them in the basket without even a second glance, and then makes a beeline straight to the checkout counters.
You jog to catch up to her, just as she greets the lady at the counter. âLee, I only wanted to get just oneââ You reach into the basket, intending to pull out the other twenty products that werenât the ones you came into Sephora to buy.
But Leah grabs your hand, halting your actions. She brings out her wallet from her back pocket. "Nothing to worry your pretty little head about, baby. I've got itâ and since I'm paying, weâll take it allâ She smiles at the lady at checkout, nodding at her to continue scanning what was probably the ninth lip product by now.Â
You didnât even want to glance at the screen as it totals your purchasesâ it was probably close to half of your monthly rent. You suddenly found the floor much more interesting.
ââŠthe lady needs your card, darlingâ
Your head snaps up. You stare at your girlfriend, eyes wide in bewilderment. Did her shiny gold amex card ayment not go through? Is she making you pay forâ a quick glance at the screenâ ÂŁ400+ worth of lip products? Is she playing some sick joke by making you pay for it after realising she doesnât want to spend four hundred pounds on lip products that werenât even for herâ?
but itâs as if your girlfriend can read your mind, because all she does is chuckle and pull you close with an arm around your waist. Leah leans in right by your ear and whispers âyour Sephora rewards card, baby. wouldnât want those points to go to wasteâ
(also i mightâve changed ending after posting lol so if you read the OG ending, lucky you but shhhh!)
bro leah in a suit lately got me feeling some type of way. she's definitely the type to spoil her partner in every way thanks to that dyson headphones check đ°
might start doing these shorter blurbs more often :))
-- kisses, butter.
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okay so y/n is secretly a god of keeping an eye on this gravity falls universe and is trying to protect the kids because she's seen how they died so many times and full on just breaks down in front of Stan and ford telling them
Ngl this was kinda shit
You donât know how much more you could take of having beer witnessed to so many timelines where the twins died far too young.
You didnât know how much more of their suffering you were forced to watch on the sidelines while being reminded by beings of a power far greater than yours that there was to be no divine intervention. None whatsoever as it was a taboo amongst gods and was punishable by having the elder gods remove your immortality and take away any and all divine powers from you.
You didnât care about the consequences of your own actions when you fled from your home in hopes of helping Dipper and Mabel survive one timeline, to grow older and live long happy lives unlike their alternate selves that you couldnât save. You were sick and tired of seeing the same end result for the Pine twins timeline after timeline after timeline. This time it was going to be different, and you were going to make sure of it as you watched through the bark of trees as they ventured off on their next monster of the week, always coming back to the shack unscathed.
âHey great aunt/ grunkle y/n!â Theyâd both greet you with wide smiles despite their messy appearances.
âYou two looked like you had some fun today. Find anything investing to share?â Youâd ask them but you already knew the answer. You had used your power to ward off the sneaky pack of Direwolves from mauling the kids and grant them a quick escape, a victory unfortunately not shared by their alternate selves, who never came back from the encounter. You still remembered the pained screams as they were deeply etched into your subconscious, keeping you awake at night.
The twins shared a look as thought debating whether or not to tell you, only to mentally agree on the later as they both looked back at you and said in unison; ânope! Just some scrapes and cuts, nothing interesting at all!â Before they left to go to their room. As soon as they left the smile of your face faltered as you let out an uneven sigh, your hands covering your eyes as you softly wept into them, not understanding how cruel life must be to condemn the sweetest and bravest children you knew to countless deaths with each one being worse then the last.
You didnât care that youâd be punished for your actions, you didnât care that youâd be ridiculed and berated by the elder gods for being too human for a god, but you would much rather risk it all if it meant that all your effort and energy would bring forth a timeline where the twins emerged victorious; They deserved as much.
âI canât let it happen again.â You whispered to yourself.
You mustâve been too occupied by the turmoil inside your own head that you didnât hear the sound of footsteps came towards you, nor noticed that whoever was walking towards you had now sat themselves on either side of you until a hand was placed on your shoulder were you finally drawn back to reality.
âAre you okay? Dipper and Mabel said they could hear you sobbing.â Ford said and you saw that both he and Stan had come to check on you.
âI canât.â You muttered.
âCanât what?â Stan asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
âI canât watch them die again, not this time.â You said as you wiped your eyes clean of tears. âIâve watched enough of the same story come to violent and unfair endings and got told thatâs just how the way things are.â
Ford and Stan shared a look, not knowing the best course of action to take in order to comfort you when you were talking in vague and ominous riddles. So Ford gently moved you so that you were looking at him directly, âwhat do you mean by that? Whoâs them?â You breathed in deeply as you mustered up the strength to tell Ford and Stan a truth youâve been keeping to yourself in order to keep them all safe, but the Pines Family were a curious bunch and couldnât help but be drawn to things they shouldnât, while also having strange things be drawn to them in vice versa.
âI havenât been all that truthful about who I am and I only did so for a good reason, to keep you all safe.â You said as you held onto Fordâs arms while looking between him and Stan, âIâm a deity who came here to Gravity Falls after bearing witness to multiple timelines where Dipper and Mabel donât make it out alive from their encounters with the anomalies of this very town. Iâve risked everything to be here, even my own powers and immortality to keeping these kids safe in hopes of seeing the fruits of my labour be proven fruitful.â You continued your admittance as you saw the conflicting emotions cut across their faces the more you spoke of your true origin.
âWhat do you mean that dipper and Mabel die in each timeline youâve seen?â Stan then asked, his face set in agitation, âyouâre a god arenât you? Couldnât you just have intervened and save them regardless? I thought you gods were meant to be omnipotent or whatever?â
âThatâs not how it works, is it.â Ford said as he was slowly putting the pieces together while his thumbs caressed your shoulders reassuringly.
âNo.â You said softly as a new wave of tears started to cascade down your cheeks. âThe elder gods decreed long ago to forbid divine intervention of all kinds. They claim that there was nothing that can be done to change what has already been foreseen, but I couldnât do it.â You whimpered as you looked at Stan. âI just couldnât when I knew that I could at least change one timeline, just one. Im sorry.â You finished as Stan and Ford felt their hearts hurt for you, a god who was going against their entire way of life to keeping their grand niece and nephew safe, all the while feeling immense guilt consumed you from the inside out over the other realities.
Stan then moved so that he was just as in your line of sight as Ford was and began to wipe away some of your tears with his thumb. âI guess that explains all those times Iâve seen you silently stare out into the woods.â He began jokingly as everything leading up to now started to make sense, how youâd always put yourself between the children and any potential danger or how youâd watch over them like a hawk and making sure they were in your line of sight no matter what as though afraid that something terrible would happen if they werenât. âThank you for everything youâve done for them sweetheart, but itâs time you took care of yourself just as well.â Stan then adds as he and Ford escorted you back into the shack, much to your confusion as you looked between them.
âI cant! I have to make sure-â
âThe twins are fast asleep in their beds y/n. Theyâre safe, you have done enough for today. Now if it time for you to rest.â Ford gently reprimanded you as you suddenly began to feel the weight of fatigue that you had been putting off for several days now.
âYeah donât go worrying yourself so much, or else youâll get grey hairs like me and point Dexter over here. Let us take over once in a while okay honey?â Stan says as he and Ford tried to get your mind off of your mission when they both saw just how much youâve run yourself into the ground, how reluctant you were to relinquishing control and allowing yourself to rest up from the countless days of no sleep nor sustenance. They were pretty sure you hadnât looked at yourself in a mirror to know just how badly you looked, nor the haunted you seem to get in your eyes now and then as though you were recalling traumatic events.
âBut-â
âNope.â Stan interrupted.
âCanât I just-â
âIâm afraid we canât let you do that. God or not, you need rest. Weâll keep the kids safe in your stead.â Ford cuts you off this time as he and Stan managed to wrangle you into bed after a brief struggle where you realised just how badly your limbs ached snd screamed with a desire to rest or how your eyelids felt heavier then lead.
âPromise?â You asked them sleepily.
Stan pressed a soft kiss to your forehead while Ford squeezed your hand reassuringly. âWe promise, youâve done your part so please, let us do ours.â
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crazy over you
pairing ê© vampire dom!seungcheol x bunny hybrid shy sub!female reader x vampire dom!jeonghan
synopsis ê© one night, you decide to ignore your mastersâ rules and sneak out to see your friends. however, the results of being caught arenât exactly nice.
content/genre ê© yandere, hybrid oc, threesome, afab!reader, smut (18+ mdni)
author's note ê© not proofread.
sorry if something is a bit weird! itâs my first time writing an au like this so it took me a while to get used to the characters and i also read a bit of other peopleâs works to try to create my own universe đ„ș
comments are appreciated! lmk what you think âĄ
warnings under the cut!
warnings ê© smut, threesome, hybrid, vampirism, oral (f. receiving), masturbation (f. receiving), dacryphilia, overstimulation, edging, pet names (hers: princess, sweetheart, baby, little bunny | his: master - seungcheol, sir - jeonghan), ears sensivity, punishment sex, yandere seungcheol and jeonghan, biting. lmk if i forgot something important.
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It was a cold November night when you first met Seungcheol and Jeonghan. You were walking home from work, all by yourself. For a few weeks, you had been having a feeling you're being followed, your bunny senses alerting you danger was near. But, every time you looked back, the streets were empty.
Initially, you thought you were being paranoid. Except you werenât. That night, when you were hours away from your heat striking, the vampires presented themselves and offered to help you. And you, with a fuzzy mind clouded by lust, accepted their help.
They had the energy to bang you hard for as long as you needed. The next two days were dedicated to satiating all of your carnal desires. The vampire duo fucked you into unconsciousness, you slept for a few hours and woke up to do it all over again. In the few moments you weren't sleeping or getting railed, they fed and showered you. When you came back to your senses, you thought it was cute of them, and saw their actions as caring.
You started to learn more about them. Seungcheol's the oldest one, the master. He turned Jeonghan a long time ago, at his request, and they've been friends ever since. They got along really well, one being almost an extension of the other.
They were nice to you, showered you with gifts and attention. That's how they caught you in their web. You were so blinded by the things that shine, you didn't see the warning signs until it was too late. It was when you first disobeyed them that you saw them for what they are: dangerous predators.
To your shock, you found out they had been stalking you for a long time, and how deeply obsessed they were. You found a box full of objects you deemed as lost, from hair clips, to pajamas, unfinished books and even used underwear. It scared you, but it also mesmerized you in the same proportion.
Jeonghan caught you going through theirâwell, yourâstuff and things got ugly. Him and Seungcheol punished you that night, overworking your body like never before, but not before scaring the living shit out of you. The following day, after you woke up, they acted like it never happened, except from one snarky remark from Seungcheol: "If you ever disobey us again, we won't be so forgiving".
You did your best to be a good girl, partially because you liked them and the perks of them taking care of you, partially because you were scared of what they could do. As time passed, they became increasingly more possessive. Seungcheol more than Jeonghan, and you assumed it has something to do with their creator-creature dynamic.
Seungcheol acted like he was more entitled to you. Like you were his first, and Jeonghan's second. He bossed both of you around any chance he got. The youngest vampire didn't seem to mind, unless it had to do with you. You swear you've seen him rolling his eyes when the other made some possessive remark.
Even with all the issues, you became attached. On the days they were in an exceptionally good mood, you were allowed to call them Cheol and Hannie, like they referred to the other. You tried your best to earn the right, aiming to please them as much as you could.
Now, you've been living with them for over a year. You're used to their house rules, to their moody humor.
This morning, you opened your eyes to Seungcheol waking you up for college. He allowed you to keep attending, and one of them always followed you around, hidden in the shadows. As soon as your brain started functioning again, you remembered you wanted to ask him something.
You have this friend, Minghao, who's a bunny hybrid like you. You don't have many bunny hybrid friends, your species being a rare one. Obviously, you want to be close to him. But Cheol and Hannie don't like him, and told you to stay away.
You decided to ask one more time if you could go to Minghao's birthday party. As soon as the words came out of your mouth, Seungcheol broke a mug with his bare hands.
"I told you, you can't. Don't push me, princess" he barked as he shot you a glacial look. His dark red eyes glistened with anger, so you apologized and left for college at once.
Jeonghan's the one following you around, but he usually keeps his distance. You know he's there somewhere, but you also feel like he gives you a little bit more privacy than Seungcheol does.
You try your best not to pout sadly when your friends start talking about their plans for the night.
"Why the sad face, Y/N?" Jun, a cat hybrid, asks when he notices you went quiet.
"It's sad I'm not able to go."
"Why don't you sneak out?" Minnie suggests. "We can pick you up and drop you off after."
"They'll be in the house, it's impossible." You explain, kind of wishing that Cheol and Hannie had some vampire meeting or whatever to attend to.
"It's ok, we can have lunch to celebrate tomorrow." Minghao reassures you with a kind smile and you try your best to return the gesture, but you're sure you just made a weird face.
You spot Jeonghan waiting by a tree, so you say your goodbyes and go home.
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It seemed some higher being decided to make your wish come true. A few hours later, Seungcheol told you him and Jeonghan had to go out. He didn't give a reason, and you didn't ask.
You decided to give voice to your insanity and that's the reason why you sneaked out when the clock hit 7pm. You know Seungcheol said no to your request, but you decided to ignore him and go to Minghao's birthday party anyway.
You were excited to see Minghao. He's the first bunny hybrid you're able to be friends with, and you wanted to be close to him all the time.
So, to make sure you wouldn't get caught by your vampire owners, you decided to be back by 10pm. Whenever they went out, they'd stay out until dawn. If they never caught you, you'd be fine.
Obviously, that's not what happens.
You close the window shut with a quiet thud, thinking you succeeded in your scapade. But then, much to your horror, your bedlight flickers on.
Seungcheol sports a calm expression. Which, by experience, is much worse than him looking angry. A hundred times worse. Jeonghan is nowhere to be seen, and that's also bad news.
"Had fun?" His voice comes out in a controlled tone. He stands up from the corner chair he was sitting on, and you unconsciously take a step back, hitting the closed window. "Did he enjoy seeing you?"
You stay silent, afraid of saying the wrong thing.
"What's his name again?" Seungcheol muses, his head pending to the side as he analyses your outfit. You put on a cute pink dress, one that highlighted your boobs. Also, you curled your hair a bit and it looked really angelic framing your face and black bunny ears.
"I think it's Minghao." You're startled by Jeonghan's voice. He entered the room so silently, you didn't even notice him leaning against the doorframe. "He smells horrid, if you ask me".
You see Seungcheol's nose flaring a bit, his vampire sense scenting the funky smell on you from the distance. He wrinkled his nose, disgusted by it. "Did you let him touch you, princess?"
You shake your head. Minghao did try to kiss you when you bid him goodbye, but you dodged him. This voice inside your headâone you were sure wasn't actually yoursâreprimanded you by saying your master would be pissed off.
"Bunny got your tongue?" Jeonghan's venous voice reaches you. "Answer us when we ask you something".
"I didn't". You answer while looking down, too scared to face them. "I just gave him a birthday hug, nothing more. I swear." Your whole body trembles so much, it's amazing how your quiet voice didn't come out shaky as well.
Seungcheol approaches you. You see his toes in front of you, and keep still, waiting for his next move. Both vampires can clearly scent your fear and Jeonghanâwho's usually the cruelest one when annoyedâlet's out an amused laugh.
"It's her clothes that reek" the older vampire says while looking at his friend.
"Make her take them off, then." Jeonghan suggests. "She looks better naked, anyways".
Seungcheol rips the dress off of your body and you let out a surprised squeal. The vampire discards the destroyed clothing to the side. You're trembling harder, so he pets your bunny ears to calm you down.
"Or you could do that." Jeonghan comments and licks his lips at the sight of your exposed breasts. "I think you should punish her".
Mentally, you curse Jeonghan. Him and his damned sharp tongue. You would never dare to say it out loud, but sometimes you really hated the youngest vampire in the room. Being the oldest of them, Cheol was always the one to call the shots. Although, Jeonghan usually made sure to bring his input to every situation.
"I think so too. After all, she did go against my orders, didn't she?"
You muster courage to shoot a dirty look at Jeonghan. His wicked smile gets bigger, finding your reaction amusing.
"You know what's coming, don't you princess?" Cheol pulls the waistband of your panties and let it snap back on your skin. You let out a whine that makes both vampires laugh quietly.
"I know, master." You easily fall into your submission role, feeling his power irradiating towards you. Seungcheol hums in a satisfied way.
"Get in position, sweetheart." He commands and you scramble around to lay down on your back on your shared bed. You slide your panties off, stripping completely. You spread your legs a bit, inviting Seungcheol over.
"Did you get it?" The older vampire glances at his friend. Jeonghan nods and reveals the black vibrator heâd went to fetch before your arrival.
Your pussy tingles at the sight of it, your body remembering the way the rubber toy made you feel. Some slick comes out of your cunt, and you feel uncomfortable being so exposed. You hadnât noticed, being too scared to think of anything else, but the whole situation also got you really wet for the vampires in front of you.
Meanwhile, Cheol runs his fingers on your wet folds, and starts to finger you slowly. Wet noises fill the room, and you whimper quietly at the stimulation. He neglects your clit, making you grow frustrated. When he feels heâs stretched you out enough, he turns the vibrator on.
"You know the drill. If you cum, things will get ugly." He states as he slides the toy into you. The buzzing feels good, and you know youâre gonna have a hard time. Seungcheol replaces his hand with yours and you start moving the toy in and out of you. "Have fun, but not too much". With that, him and Jeonghan leave your shared bedroom.
You know theyâll be listening from the room next door, and you can't help but let out a few moans and whimpers. Out of all punishments they came up with, having you play with yourself while using sex toys and not being allowed to cum is the most challenging one. You had to edge yourself for the time they wanted, and if you failed to not cum, theyâd be really, really, hard on you.
"Keep playing with yourself, baby" Jeonghan commands from the other room, his voice ringing in your head and reaching you in the middle of your fuzzy thoughts. You search around for the vibrator you let slip off of your hands, and place it on your clit.
Youâre not sure how much time has passed, but youâre toeing around the edge for what it feels like the hundredth time and itâs getting harder and harder to resist your orgasm.
A few more minutes pass by and Seungcheol enters the room. Your mind is cloudy and your legs shaking uncontrollably. Your pussy feels swollen and unbearably wet. "Timeâs up." He announces and you stop your ministrations on yourself.
Once again, Jeonghanâs leaning against the door frame. The youngest vampire waits for Seungcheolâs instructions.
"You did well for us, princess." Seungcheol praises you and pets your bunny ears again. You already feel spent, your eyes closing happily as he caresses your sensitive ears.
"Thank you, master".
The vampire manhandles you so youâre laying on your stomach. He puts a pillow under you for support, and now your ass is up and exposed.
"Hannie?" The oldest calls for the other. Jeonghan hums. "Do you want to go first?"
Jeonghan practically runs to you. The mattress sinks when he hops on the bed, getting closer. His cold hands grab your ass and you shiver from the temperature difference. "What do you want me to do?"
Seungcheol sits on the corner chair again, choosing to just observe for now. "Punish her any way you want".
Another shiver runs down your spine. Jeonghan is a wild card, he can do literally anything. The vampire takes his time to undress, choosing to stay with his black boxers on.
He starts by running his hand on your back, enjoying how soft and warm your skin feels. "Is my little bunny scared?" He blows the question in your year, making you shiver again. You nod in agreement.
"Donât be. Iâll punish you, but youâll like it." His breathy laugh makes your cheeks heat up with the memory of all punishments you enjoyed before.
He spreads your butt cheeks and licks a long stripe from your clit to your entrance, collecting your juices with his tongue. You whine loudly, already feeling so good. His hands grip you so tightly youâre sure youâll have bruises tomorrow, but it slips out of your mind when Jeonghanâs tongue prods at your entrance.
You clench slightly and he chuckles at the sight, loving how responsive you are. Pulling you up a bit, Jeonghan lays on the bed and positions himself on his back with his face directly under your dripping cunt.
The vampire starts to make out with your pussy, sucking and nibbling and licking at his own pace. You press yourself down on his face, trying to get as much pleasure as you could. He slips two fingers in and you mewl his name.
"Si-ir Iâm re-really close" your crying out comes as a stutter, your mind barely registers what you want to say. Jeonghan knows your body well enough to edge you until youâre nearly exploding, only to pull away and leave you frustrated once again.
When he moves from his position, your body falls limp on the mattress. A desperate shriek leaves your lips, tears threatening to fall from your lust hazed eyes.
"Crying already?" Jeonghan coos in a mocking tone. "We havenât even started yet, baby." He gives your butt a light slap and you feel the vampire move around the bed.
The buzzing of the vibrator reaches your ears again, and you try to brace yourself for whatâs coming next.
Jeonghan flips you so youâre on your back again. He starts slowly, moving the toy around on your sensitive skin. He spreads your legs a bit and teases your folds, running it up and down. Then, he lightly rubs it on your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. You can feel your bunny ears twitch with pleasure and Jeonghan notices too, so he reaches out and pets them in an almost loving manner.
"Sir, please" you beg him to do something, anything. You just needed him to put out the fire running through your veins.
"What do we think, Cheollie?"
Suddenly youâre reminded of the presence of the other vampire. Youâve been so consumed by Jeonghan and his ministrations that you literally forgot about him.
"She can take more." His voice is cold and uninterested.
Jeonghanâs wicked smile is painted by your juices. He looks beautiful with your slick all over his mouth and chin, and you can only think about how heâd look covered in blood.
"So come help me then" the youngest one calls. Seungcheol sighs, annoyed at his friend.
"You can never do things on your own, can you?"
You feel the power shift when the oldest vampire approaches. He exudes an energy thatâs different from Jeonghanâs. Itâs almost suffocating to your senses, but it also turns you on even more. You feel more slick dripping out and running down your ass, wetting the bedsheets.
"Get behind her." Seungcheol instructs and Jeonghan silently positions himself.
You shiver from the contrast of your burning back against his cold chest. The oldest sinks two fingers in and starts to stimulate you. His thumb lightly grazes against your clit, making your legs tremble each time. Jeonghan pinches your nipples and you let out a moan, clenching around Seungcheolâs fingers.
"She likes it, Hannie. Do it again" the vampire chuckles as he rubs the gummy spot inside your cunt. The youngest keeps pinching and pulling on your nipples, the slight pain making you even hornier.
The duo keeps stimulating you until you're on edge again. Pitifully, you think this time they'll let you cum. But they don't, so you cry from overstimulation once again.
"Shhh, don't cry" Seungcheol wipes your tears away and gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Don't complain now. You did this to yourself when you decided to disobey me".
Your whole body tingles with desire, making you feel uncomfortable. You're slumped against Jeonghan, who's running his hands on your sides to soothe you, trying your best to calm down a little. Seungcheol kisses your neck, holding himself back from biting you.
"How do you want her?" Cheol directs his gaze to his friend. Their wine red orbs meet.
"Actually, I wanna watch you two" the youngest flashes a lazy smile.
Seungcheol chuckles, amused by his friend's voyeur nature. "As you wish".
Jeonghan goes to the corner chair and the other vampire takes over. With ease, he folds your legs to your chest and enters you without warning. He slides in easily, his girth stretching your inner walls to a point it burned. But you love every second of the tortuous sliding.
Seungcheol picks up his pace, ramming you fast and hard. The slight pain quickly turns to pleasure, and in no time you're whimpering and crying again. You look to your left and see Jeonghan masturbating, his sleek fingers moving at an inhuman speed.
The youngest's voice rings in your head, commanding you to run your nails on Seungcheol's back. You follow promptly, making the vampire hiss on your ear. Your hands travel down his back and grab his butt. Your nails leave crescent marks on his skin.
Cheol changes his angle a bit and now his pelvic bone hits your clit every time he pushes in. For the hundredth time of the day, you hang on the edge of reaching your high. But you aren't allowed to let go yet.
"Ask him to bite you" that voice you don't recognize as yours whispers. You panic a little, because they never bit you before. However, the idea seems appealing.
"Cheol" your voice comes out hoarse from all the moaning.
"What is it, princess? Are you ready to beg for your release?"
"Bite me, please."
Your words shock him a bit, making his pace falter. You hear Jeonghan cursing with a small laugh.
"Ask again" the voice commands and you obey.
Seungcheol licks your neck, just above your pulsing vein. He allows his fangs to come out and sink them on your skin. It stings, and your body involuntarily shakes and tries to escape. But he's experienced and knows how to lock you in place. He starts to suck on your neck, gulping large amounts of your sweet blood. Meanwhile, his hips keep fucking you, now in a slow, sensual pace.
You didn't think it would be possible, but his actions make everything more erotic. You start to take pleasure from being fed on. He pulls away, some blood smeared on his mouth and chin.
"Come over, Hannie" he calls the other vampire and Jeonghan appears by your side with a blink of an eye.
Jeonghan sucks harshly, drawing more blood out of you. He groans and trembles, feeling a rush of energy given by your blood. After taking another sip, he pulls away and licks your neck to heal you.
The manâs lips are tinted with a copperish red, making him look dangerous. Both his and Seungcheolâs eye glisten, the fresh blood in their veins accenting their red irises.
Reaching out, Jeonghan plays with your clit. "You can cum now, sweetheart" his smile looks devilish tainted with blood.
"Go ahead, princess" Seungcheol also gives you permission. Almost instantly, you let go. Your body shakes and trembles, your mind being lifted from your body. You cum so hard, you nearly pass out. You only see white behind your eyelids, and your blood pressure drops to the ground.
It takes a while for you to get back. When you regain a little of your senses, you feel both your vampires shoot their hot cum on your belly. Theyâre grunting, finishing themselves off before lying down on your side.
You donât know how many minutes have passed by before Jeonghan gets up. You hear him turning on the faucet and the water running. He enters the room and picks you up, being careful not to spill all the spunk thatâs resting on your belly. The vampire wipes it off before placing you on the bathtub.
The water feels nice against your sore muscles, and you relax against the border. You wait for Seungcheol to appear, but the water goes cold and you decide itâs better to get off.
Jeonghan carries you back to your shared bedroom. The oldest vampire is there, looking fresh out of the shower, so you assume he used the bathroom down the hallway.
You crawl to the middle of the bed, waiting for him to allow you to cuddle him.
"Come here, princess" he calls and you practically jump him. Jeonghan joins you both, and the three of you cuddle.
"You better obey us next time" Seungcheolâs voice comes out venomous, even while he pets your ears. "We wonât be so forgiving".
"Yes, master".
You didnât know then, but Seungcheol asserted his dominance over you even more when he bit you.
"Sleep well, little bunny" Jeonghan presses a kiss to your forehead and you feel your eyelids heavy.
Like every night, the vampires stay awake, watching you sleep.
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God Complex | Lestat x Reader x Louis
à· you want out, realizing your little family isnât as perfect as you thought, but they would never let you slip away so easily.
i definitely went overboard đ
âLestat, you donât have to do this,â Louis stressed.
âShe has to learn, itâs either this, or we are exposed,â Lestat said, shutting the coffin. Under the pebbles you laid, crying, begging for forgiveness. Despite your attempts to break free, the coffin wouldnât budge.
âLouis, please, Lestat, Iâm sorry,â you screamed, your voice falling on deaf ears, as he shut the door of the basement, leaving you alone at the bottom of the townhouse.
âNeither of you are to let her out, a few days will teach her a needed lesson,â he pointed at the two. Louis looked distressed, knowing his companion was right, despite his desire to argue. While Claudia frowned, saddened by your cries, but knew better than to go against her fatherâs words.
âIâm sorry,â you kept crying. If only you could take it back. This was your second time acting so careless, and you knew better than to think Lestat would let you do this a third.
From the moment Lestat turned you, you were a wildflower. He loved how animalistic you became, while Louis enjoyed how sweet you remained. Claudia was happy to finally have someone new in their lives, other than the two.
You were exceptional at hunting, and Lestat became lenient, oftentimes letting you wander. Youâd find your meal, and quickly and efficiently discard the mess. However, when the arrogant salesman came into the bar, speaking to everyone as if they were beneath him, your tongue tingled at the sight.
The thought of him submitting and begging for mercy turned you on beyond comprehension. Biting your lip, you stood, approaching him, intentionally bumping his shoulder. His hand went to your waist, as he began to apologize, while his eyes not so discreetly roamed.
âGarret Anderson, darling,â he introduced, as you shook his hand.
âHi,â you smiled, mischievously.
âNot him, choose someone else,â you heard Louisâs voice. Usually, youâd listen, but you couldnât this time, not when the smell of his blood made you feel feral in the best way.
âWould you like to dance-
âCome with me,â you ignored him, grabbing his hand to pull him out of the establishment. He grinned, thinking he had won a prize when he was walking straight into the trap.
Pushing him into the dim alley, you slipped your tongue into his mouth, pressing your body against his own.
âOh, I donât think I got your nameâ
âYou donât worry about my name, sugar, just focus on my voice,â you told him, as he looked into your eyes.
âOk,â he nodded, hypnotized.
âY/n, Lestat doesnât want you to choose him,â Claudia said, as you bare your teeth.
âItâs too late,â you spoke, biting his neck, drinking his life away.
âPlease,â you heard him inaudible beg, his grip loosening from your arm, as his form began to weaken.
âWhat part of not him did you not understand?â Lestat asked, snappily, standing behind you, as you released the man, watching his corpse sink to the wet ground.
âWas I supposed to play with my food?â You pouted, the action usually worked, but this time he kept the harsh gaze.
âThis man is related to Tom Anderson and the last person he has been seen with, was you,â he said angrily.
âI didn't know, and I always clean up after myself,â you defended.
âThat isnât the point, you get the order to choose another and you still chose to disobey, putting all of our lives at risk, again,â Lestat said, trying to keep his composure, feeling himself about to yell.
âWe can talk about this when we get home, Claudia and I will clean up,â Louis said, hoping to de-escalate the situation.
However, after the body was burned, Lestat continued to yell, before deciding to bury you in the rock-filled coffin, as a punishment. ïżŒ
You werenât sure how long you were locked away, starving. It could have only been days, but on an empty stomach, it felt like weeks. You cried for too many hours, begging, trying to communicate with Louis and Claudia - but no one ever came. No one would come, youâd be left here to starve to death until Lestat was ready to release you.
You began to dream, imagining yourself on all kinds of adventures. Traveling to different countries, tasting the different people, none of which Lestat planned on doing soon. He made the rules and you all went along, occasionally finding compromise. Finally, after what felt like forever, the coffin was opened.
Louis worriedly pulled you out, Claudia dusting the rocks off of you. Lestat didnât say a word, standing behind the two, watching as they tended to you. Slowly approaching you, he placed his hand under you jaw, making you look up.
âI hope youâve learned your lesson,â he said, before making his way upstairs.
âY/n,â you jumped, snapping out of the trance as Louis opened the coffin, holding his hand out for you to grab.
âSorry,â you smiled sheepishly, as he grinned, helping you out.
âItâs alright, why donât you get dressed, and weâll be waiting on you,â he winked, leaving you to change.
As you made your way down the stairs, you kept your eyes down, feeling his gaze.
Claudia was first to swing the door open, excitedly skipping out of the house - Louis not too far behind. Gulping, you went to follow him, when Lestat grabbed your waist, stopping you.
âYou look nice, ma chĂšrie,â he complimented.
âThank you,â you smiled, rushing to join Louis.
You didnât wander, staying close with the group, choosing the easiest target. Youâd always preferred your meal flamboyant, the loudest in the room always had the sweetest blood. However, you were too afraid to upset Lestat, ending up in the cramped coffin again.
Cleaning your mouth, you sat on one of the many benches in the park. You were still hungry, starving actually. The pathetic excuse of a human was no where near filling. As Lestat and Louis approached, their meals close behind like lambs being led to the slaughter, you got up.
Entering the house, you were about to follow Claudia upstairs, when Lestat grabbed your hand, leading you back down.
âI want you to be more vigilant about prey, not neglect and starve yourself, come, we have a plus one,â he told you, before announcing to the trio of men youâd be joining them.
âDo you think there is more to life than New Orleans?â You asked your coworker, Carol.
âI ainât got time to think about that Y/n, Iâm 24 and already a widow with an infant,â she huffed, wiping the table.
Opening your eyes you stared up at the coffin, trying to think back. You didnât remember too much about your mortal life, not even your family. You worked at a bar when you met Louis and Lestat, both incredibly charming. You were interesting to them, this wasnât anything new for Lestat, he had no problem admiring multiple people. Louis on the other hand, was surprised by his interest. You were easy on the eyes with the kindest soul, lighting up the room with your presence.
You ended up getting pneumonia and despite taking the needed medication, you began to succumb. On the brink of death, you saw him, was he a god? angel of death? You didnât know, tiredly watching as the two men exchanged words of agreement, before he lifted you, biting your neck.
You remembered the agony, throwing up as your body rejected your soul, killing itself. Louis carried you, while Lestat led the way, and the rest of your memory was gone.
Opening your coffin, you looked around the room, each side of you was a black coffin, empty. Noticing the small note on Lestatâs as you climbed out.
âLouis and I have business to attend to this evening, I trust you will hunt with Claudia, ma chĂšrieâ - L
Sitting the letter down, you walked down the stairs. Knowing Claudia, she had already left. Slipping on your shoes you began to walk the streets. The memories replayed in the back of your mind, as your feet aimlessly moved. Recognizing your surroundings, you slowed down, staring into the bar youâd plucked the Anderson relative from.
Suddenly, someone bumped your shoulder, catching your attention. An older woman, holding shopping bags.
âOh my, Iâm so sorry-Y/n?â You were stuck like a dear caught in headlights.
âGod has brought my baby home, donât just stand there and give your mama a hug,â she sat the bags down, as you cautiously approached, letting her tightly wrap her arms around you.
You were thankful for the times you practiced restraint and self control. It had been nearly three years of being a vampire, stuck at 26 and you grew better and better at controlling your urges around mortals, despite the occasional slip ups.
âMama?â
âOh baby, I knew youâd come back eventually, how was New York?â She asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.
âNew York?â You questioned, confused.
âWhy donât you come home, just for tonight?â She asked, hopeful. Slowly you nodded, letting her lead you to her car, handing the bags to her driver, you sat in the back seat next to her. Looking around, you hoped your surroundings would seem familiar but you had no clue where you were headed. After nearly fifteen minutes of driving, and your mother gushing about how much you were missed, the car began to slow down.
As the large house came into view, you frowned, unable to remember living there. The driver parked, and the front door opened.
âDid you get-Y/n? Y/n is back,â the younger boy who was exiting the house stopped, jumping for joy, screaming inside. A few more people came out, a familiar face catching your attention.
âY/n,â the woman screamed, running to you, colliding into you, as she wrapped her arms around your waist.
âCarol, can you make sure Y/n is made comfortable,â your mother asked.
âOf course, mama,â she nodded, grabbing your hands, leading you into the house.
âWhatâs with your eyes?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âNothing,â she let it go, as you stopped near the stairs, seeing all of the portraits. Family portraits. You stood amongst them, in the photos, even a painted portrait of yourself, along with your siblings.
âDaddy is going to be very happy to see you,â she smiled, pulling you up the stairs to a bedroom.
âWhere is he?â You asked, eyeing the room before you sat next to her on the bed.
âAt the sugar mill, duh, you know heâs a workaholic,â she laughed, before sitting up.
âSo how have you been? The last time I saw you, you were going on and on about that De Pointe Du Lac,â she smirked, biting her lip.
âIâm fine, Louis is fine,â you nodded.
âMy god, you married him? I hear he has a popular business in the quarter-
âNo, we have aâŠcompanionship, if that makes sense,â you mumbled, as she raised her eyebrows.
âOh? Thatâs nice-
âDaddyâs home,â the younger boy burst into the room, his eyes focused on you.
Standing up, you followed Carol from the room, down the stairs. Seeing the men and women standing downstairs, you stared plainly. These were your siblings and yet you couldnât remember or feel a thing.
âItâs good to see you,â the man, your brother, smiled, pulling you into a side hug before you followed them into the dining room.
Your father sat already, at the head of the table. Turning to face you, he stood up, you could hear his heart pounding, trembling. Slowly approaching you, you spoke up.
âDaddy,â you tried to sound as normal as possible, when he slung his arms around you. He began to cry, while you listened in on his thoughts. You were his favorite.
âYou two come sit, stop crying before I start too,â your mother laughed, as your father pulled away in agreement.
âSo how was New York?â
âYeah and why didnât you say goodbye, like you send a letter and disappear for three years,â your younger sister interrupted.
âDeloris, stop it, Iâm sure Y/n wanted to stop by but couldnât,â your mother interjected.
âI-New York was fine, very beautiful,â you said, accepting one of the many bowls of food being passed along. Taking a small piece of meat, you sat it on your nearly empty plate.
âYou came just in time for Josephâs engagement, heâs met a fine young lady from Gretna, Sarah, sheâll be here in a few days,â your mother pointed at your brother.
âFinally, heâs nearly 30 and we never thought heâd get married,â your younger brother said, making everyone laugh.
âCongratulations,â you told Joseph.
âThank you, and have you married, or are you with someone?â
âI have companions,â you smiled, nervously.
âMultiple?â Your father asked, stunned.
âOne of them is Louis,â Carol clapped.
âThe De Point Du Lac? I hear he lives with that French man-
âLestat De Lioncourt, god to be under him for a nightâ
âDeloris, watch your mouthâ
âSorryâ
âYou managed to stay in contact with him, but couldnât reach out to your family?â Your father spoke, a saddened expression.
âItâs complicated,â you mumbled.
âYou donât think itâs a bitâŠscandalous to have two lovers, who is the other?â your mother asked.
âLestat,â you said, clearing your throat, bracing yourself as nearly everyone gasped.
âLucky,â Deloris snickered.
âY/n, where are you?â You heard Clauiaâs voice, but you didnât respond.
âY/n, please tell me you're joking,â your father shook his head.
âI donât think this is a laughing matter,â you said, straightening your posture.
âY/n, where are you at?â Louis asked, making you clinch your jaw.
âYou kept in contact with those peculiar men, but it never crossed your mind to come home,â he slightly raised his voice.
âI said it was complicated,â you screamed over him, stabbing the fork into the meat, breaking the plate, before standing up, going to storm out of the house.
âY/n, wait,â your mother chased you, stopping you before you could leave.
âIâm sorry I came here,â you apologized.
âNo no, everyone is handling you being home differently, stay, you can go up to your room, here, I have something for you,â she reached for your cold hand, her warm thumb brushing over your veins. Leading you upstairs in the room, she went to the nightstand, pulled out a diary, handing it to you.
âI kept it, in case you ever came home, and I made sure no one read it,â she smiled sadly, kissing your forehead before she turned to leave.
âMa chĂšrie, enough of this, come homeâ Lestat said. You knew they were probably worried, for him to also use his powers to reach out to you.
âI wonât be home tonight,â you spoke, sending the message.
âDid you say something, honey?â Your mother stopped, turning to face you.
âNo, maâam,â you shook your head, watching as she exited the room.
Opening the book, your fingers traced down the words, the minor annotations, and little drawings on the side. You could still hear your vampire family faintly in your head when the room door opened.
âHey, Daddy is sorry, heâs too ashamed of how he acted to face you right now, but Iâm just letting you know, that Joseph, Antony, and Loretta left,â Carol spoke.
âOk,â you chuckled.
âAlso, I apologize in advance for the noise, Frankie is coming home soon and he is still a handful,â she laughed.
âFrankie?â
âYes and he is going to be so excited to see his favorite Aunt,â she said, before shutting the door.
Closing the curtain, grabbing a pillow, and climbing under the bed, you read the diary. Entry to entry, you consumed the thoughts of your former self, your heart growing more confused as you began to remember. By the time you finished, Claudia and Louis became silent while the sun was peeking into the room.
Slamming the book shut, your mind ran wild, questioning everything you thought youâd known. Your nails digging into the floor. Feeling the bloody tear slip down your eye, you quickly wiped it, as a you heard a soft knock.
âY/n? Y/n?â Your mother called out, a bit of panic in her voice.
âIâm under here,â you called out, waving from under the bed.
Lifting her dress, she moved to the floor, her eyes widening seeing you.
âWhat are you doing under here, honey?â She asked.
âIâŠI recently was diagnosed with a disease, my skin doesnât react well in the sun anymore, burning, irritation, the doctor says I should avoid it altogether,â you said, almost feeling guilty for lying, hearing how much it saddened her thoughts.
âI see, give me a few hours and Iâll make sure things are more comfortable around here, you try to get some sleep, love youâ
âI love you too,â you said, watching as she left the room.
âY/n, please tell me you are okay, we canât sleepâ you heard Louisâs voice.
âI am fineâ
âWhere are you?â
âThat is none of any of your concernsâ
âDonât be like that, what's the matter-
You shut your eyes, blocking out Louisâ voice, taking deep breaths, you thought about the words from the diary, as the sleep passed over you.
âMama and daddy have been arguing as of lately. Iâm 25 with no boyfriend or engagement, still living with them. Daddy doesnât see a problem with it, I have more time to find the perfect husband he argues, while Mama thinks Iâm not even looking. I havenât been, but thatâs because as special as New Orleans is, no one seems special enough to catch my attention. Since the issue has come up, Iâve found myself with Carol more. She is trying to find a new husband, a new father for Frankie, since his dad died in the Navyâ
âAll of the bachelors come here, you just might find yourself a treat,â Carol giggled, as the two of you sat at the table. The fancy restaurant in the French Quarter wasnât too interesting to you. You were already wealthy, and guaranteed quite the inheritance, while all of the women stood around, almost looking as if they were waiting on their lottery ticket.
âDo you ever wonder if there is more to life, than New Orleans?â You asked her boredly, as she made eye contact with the banker, waving at him.
âI ainât got time to think about that Y/n, Iâm 24 and already a widow with an infant,â she told you, standing, before walking to the man, sure to sway her hips, reeking of seduction.
Now alone, you sipped your wine, leaning back in your seat. The few men who looked your way eventually backed away, as you kept a scowl on your face.
âIf you keep your face like that, it might get stuck,â you heard, making you turn to face the crĂšole man.
âIf only I could see the appeal of this restaurant, then I wouldnât frown,â you told him, as he sat down.
âI agree, everything is so tasteless and looks so-
âCheap,â you and the blonde-haired man said at the same time, making you smile.
âIâm Y/n,â you held out your hand.
âLouis de Pointe du Lac,â he accepted your hand, his thumb brushing against your knuckles.
âAnd you, do you have a name?â
âLestat De Lioncourt,â he said, taking your hand from Louis, kissing your knuckles.
âWould you like to get out of here?â Louis started.
âSorry boys, I hope you didnât think I was that easy,â you pouted, laughing as Carol approached.
âYou ready to go?â You asked, seeing the look of disappointment on her face.
âYeah,â she said, crossing her arms.
âIt was wonderful to meet you both, goodbyeâ, you told them, standing up, and walking with Carol back to the car. Looking back, your eyes met theirs once more before you were on your way.
âLestat and Louis, there had been plenty of rumors that the two were lovers, even I was sure they were. However, they continued to reach out, inviting me to spend time with them. Carolâs friend, Lucy, thinks they might be competing to win my hand in marriage, but I think itâs far from that.â
âMr. De Lioncourt hasnât taken his eyes off of you all night,â Lucy bumped your shoulder, as you stood amongst the women. You were trying to not be âshamelessâ keeping your contact with Lestat and Louis to a minimum. However, their eyes had been glued on you from the moment you entered the party, and they werenât even hiding it.
âDonât flatter yourself,â one of the women rolled her eyes, perking up, as they approached.
âMa chĂšrie, you never responded to our letter,â Lestat told you, as you stared at the two of them surprised but confused.
âWith your flowers,â Louis said, as you gasped.
âOh, Iâm sorry, I didnât even notice a note with them, they are in my room, Iâll look when Iâm homeâ
âPlease do, weâre dying to know your response,â he told you, slinging his arm around Louis as they walked away. All of the women frowning in jealousy, while Carol laughed at them.
âThey are together, Lestat and Louis are together, but they like the idea of sharing? After a night of passion, I think itâs best that I stay away from the fabulously handsome men. I could never explain what happened to anyone without being judged, and so I will keep it to myself. They have been trying to reach out, but I am throwing every letter away. I hope they can understand.â
âIâm assuming youâre not a party girl?â Louis asked you, making you jump, swiftly turning around.
âThis kind of party isnât my thing, all of these people, hoping to get on my fatherâs good side, it's pathetic,â you crossed your arms, as he approached.
âHow did you find where I was?â You asked him, tilting your head. You were hidden in your motherâs miniature hedge maze, sure no one would find you.
âI followed your scent, you always smell nice,â he grinned, while you rocked back and forth on your heels.
âYou shouldnât have followed me, what if I was a monster? luring you away from everyone,â you smirked at him.
âTrust me, you wouldnât be the monsterâ
âWhy do you think that?â You squinted at him, making him laugh.
âYouâre too cute, too precious, you should be more careful, you couldâve been being followed by a big bad wolf,â he taunted.
âI can defend myself perfectly fineâ
âIs that right?â
âOf course,â you smiled, watching as he leaned forward, his lips pressing against your own. Wrapping his arm around your waist, you moaned, before he pulled away.
Gasping, you noticed Lestat standing only feet away. Taking his usual confident strides, he stopped in front of Louis, the two sharing a passionate kiss. As the kiss broke off, he walked around to you, his hand softly going to the back of your neck, before he pulled you into a kiss.
âBe our companionâŠâ
âOurâs aloneâŠâ
âOk,â you agreed, not understanding at the time, the situation you'd put yourself in.
Standing in front and behind you, they took turns, kissing from your neck to mouth, slowly removing the articles of clothing. By the time you were finished, they laid in the grass, smiling, praising you, while you hurriedly dressed.
âI have to go,â you told them, running away, your hand going to your neck, where a bite mark resided.
âMy intuition was wrong about the two, Lestat and Louis are dangerous. Lestat seemed possessive, he didnât like the idea of me entertaining another man besides him or Louis. But Louis, he seemed convinced I was perfect with the two of them, they both just seemed delusional. I recently caught the pneumonia virus and Iâm trying to heal, and get over the fact that I was sick for my birthday but their constant sending of gifts isnât making me feel any better.â
âY/n, honey,â your mother called out, making you open your eyes.
âYes?â
âIt is safe to come out,â she said, as you slowly made your way out, noticing the windows covered by a board.
Leading you down the stairs, you felt uncomfortable seeing your siblings stare at you like an animal in zoo.
âMama told us about your skin condition, Iâm sorry, I-we can have the engagement at night,â Joseph offered.
âI couldnât do that to you-
âIt would be a pleasure, I want you there, and Sarah wonât mind, sheâll be here tomorrowâ
âThen Iâd love that,â you smiled, nodding.
âWonderful, I have something you can wear,â your mother clapped.
âI was hoping I could talk to you, about something,â you told your mother, as she sat on the sofa.
âOkay, whatâs on your mind?â
âDo you remember when I was sick, with the pneumonia?â
âYesâ
âWhen I was staying in the hospital-
âHospital? You didnât stay in a hospital, you were in your room. We were so worried, when you first caught it, but your body fought hard, you were better in no time,â she said, her hand on her heart.
âHow long was I here before I left, for New York? Reading the diary has my brain a little foggy,â you told her.
âOnly a few days after, I believe, before you left your letter,â she said, looking away at the memory.
âIâm sorry,â you apologized, trying to remember what happened. The fuzzy memory slightly coming back.
âItâs okay, honey, youâre here now,â she waved.
Sitting up in bed, pillows propped up behind you, you listened to the vinyl jazz music. Playing low in the room you hummed lightly. Everyone had left the previous day, going to see relatives, but you were still too sick to go. Although you were already feeling better, no longer bed-bound with a nasty fever. Hearing the sound of the front door opening, your ears perked up, as you climbed out of the bed. Stopping the music, you slowly tiptoed out of the room, stopping at the top of the stairs
âMa chĂšrie, it isnât nice to ignore people who care about you,â Lestat said from the bottom of the stairs.
Shaking your head, you went to run, bumping into Louis. Who also, didnât look too happy, backing down the stairs, you froze, seeing Lestat slowly walk up to you. You were trapped, dropping to your knees, you shielded yourself.
âPlease,â you covered your face, gasping in confusion as you were lifted, carefully brought to the sofa in the living room.
âYou havenât seen any of our letters?â Louis asked angrily before Lestat spoke.
âYou ignored us out of society-inflicted shame,â Lestat started.
âNo, it was nothing more than casual sex,â you said before he squished your cheeks together.
âIf you werenât so afraid of being judged by society, would you continue to deny yourself the pleasures you deserve?â Lestat asked, sitting next to you.
âOne of you bit me, I donât think I want either of you,â you told him as he chuckled before you noticed his abnormally sharp teeth. Fangs.
âShe doesn't want us, hear that Louis, weâre being rejected by our companion,â Lestat laughed loudly, as Louis stared at you as if you had two heads.
Suddenly, the front door opened, and your parents and your younger siblings entered the house. Doing a double take, your father frowned.
âWhat's going on in here?â
âNothing Daddy, we're just talking,â you stood up, moving in between him and the two peculiar men. Looking at them, you noticed the fangs in Louis's mouth.
âI don't think so, you two boys need to leave my house,â he said, the look on their faces showed they were highly offended at the choice of words.
âI am no boy, I am much older than youâŠâ Lestat stood up.
âDon't hurt them,â you told them, your eyes going from Louis to Lestat.
âPerhaps we can get to an agreement, they are spared, in exchange for your companionship,â Lestat offered. You searched for his face, trying to see if he was serious, while he stood, waiting on your response.
âFine,â you sighed, watching as Louis approached your family, putting them into a trance.
âYou came home and went straight to bed, Y/n was feeling better and decided to spend time with some friends tonight-
âYou should grab your things, ma chĂ©rie, and don't worry, that shame and fear instilled into you will be no more in a short while,â he told you, ushering you to go upstairs, while Louis made up a story to your family.
By the time you finished packing, they were gone, only Louis and Lestat waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. Not saying a word, you followed them to the car, trying to let the realization sink in, but it still all seemed surreal.
Entering their home you nervously followed them, into the bedroom.
âYou can meet Claudia later,â Louis said, as they stared at you.
âYour daughter?â
âOur daughter,â he corrected you, but nodded.
âOkâ
âY/n, the love that weâve grown for you, itâs inhumanly, meant to be shared for an eternity, we can give you that,â Louis told you.
âYouâre scared, I can make sure you donât feel any pain, I can give you a piece of everlasting life. None of the things you have in this life hold any value to you, but I can give you something you will cherish,â Lestat told you.
âChoose us and weâll choose you for the rest of eternity,â Louis said, before you hesitatingly nodded.
âYou wonât be in pain for long,â Lestat told you, before he pulled you close, biting into your neck. Falling limb in his arms, he laid you on the bed, cutting his wrist, feeding his blood to you.
Shortly after, your body felt like it was on fire, your vision blurry. The two men stood over you, talking, Louis asking for a favor and Lestat debating on if he wanted to give in.
âDo it, before itâs too late, please,â he said, before Lestat looked at him, nodding, and facing you.
âLook at me, ma chĂšrie, you used to be a waitress at a barâŠwe were frequent customers when you met usâŠ.â As Lestat told you the fabricated story, he made sure to completely conceal your memory of your mortal life, as Louis requested.
As the memory came to mind your hands went to your eyes, trying to stop the bloody tears from leaking. The memory that changed the way that you viewed your maker and companions.
âAre you alright dear?â your mother asked, worried.
âI'm fine, mama, just happy to be home,â you told her, making her smile.
âAwe, honey, I'm glad that you are home, we all are,â she gushed, pulling you into a firm hug, before continuing with her conversation with your sibling.
âY/nâ Louis called out to you.
âExcuse me,â you said, getting up, going to the bathroom.
âLeave me alone, pleaseâ you told him.
âWhere is this coming from?â
âI just need this time away, itâs just me timeâ you told him, staring at your reflection.
âY/n, are you coming home?â You heard Claudia.
âEventuallyâ
âAlright, love youâ
âLove you tooâ you told her, before leaving the bathroom.
âY/n, I just wanted to apologize for my outburst last night. What you do in your private life is your business, and Iâm happy youâre home,â your father said, nervously, as you came back into the living room. Smiling, you didnât say anything, approaching him, pulling him into a hug.
As night fell, everyone turning in for bed, you went to the backyard, thankful to find a few rodents to feed on. With your hunger satisfied, you went to your room. Sitting at the desk, you ripping a piece of paper from the diary, grabbing an envelope from the drawer.
âI donât think this companionship will work out anymore. Lie after lie, neither of you have been honest or truthful with me. I thought relationships were built and thrived on trust. Not ours, a big lie to feed both of your delusional obsessions. Stay away from me. I will be leaving New Orleans soon, probably headed back to New Yorkâ you wrote, placing a stamp on the envelope.
âHey,â you called out, as you went outside stopping the teenage boy on his bike.
âBring this to Lestat De Lioncourt, his address is 1132 Royal Street,â you hypnotized the boy.
âBut thatâs all the way in the French Quarter,â he said in a monotone voice.
âI know, you will go right before the sun rises and it is okay because you were paid to do this,â you told him, watching as he smiled.
âYouâre right,â he nodded, accepting the letter, before taking the money in his other hand, stuffing it into his pocket.
âGo on now, itâs getting late,â you told him, as he nodded, riding home to his house as you went inside.
âY/n, you okay, darling?â Your father stood at the top of the stares.
âIâm ok, daddy,â you smiled, going upstairs to your bedroom.
Just as the sun began to rise, the young boy peddled his bike, careful to stay out of the way of any cars. For a second he wished his dad could have driven him, the 30 minutes bike ride would have been much shorter in a car.
Finally, he arrived, panting, he approached the townhouse. Opening the gate, he approached the door. Knocking softly, before speaking.
âMail for Lestat De Lioncourt,â he said, pushing the letter through the mail slot, before he left to peddle home.
Still wide awake, Lestat stood from his piano, approaching the door, stopping. He watched at the young hand slipped in, the letter floating to the floor, before the sound of the footsteps became distant.
Reading the letter, he felt a series of emotions, sadness, rage, disappointment.
âLouis,â he called out, his companion jogged down the stairs in confusion.
âYeah?â
âY/n remembers,â he gulped, as the two looked at each other.
âLooks like weâll have to make a stop tonight,â Louis said, before going back to his coffin.
âYouâre just as beautiful as Joseph said you were,â you gushed to Sarah. The house was filled with guests, the sun had set not too long ago, and the night was still young.
âOh my, thank you, he talked about you all the time, I never thought Iâd meet you,â she said.
âY/n, come here,â Carol called from the kitchen, before you excused yourself, joining her.
âWhat?â
âMr. Alexandre is asking to see you,â she lightly pushed you in the direction of the living room.
âWho?â
âHeâs one of Daddyâs associates, heâs young, rich, and handsome,â she said.
âAnd why donât you talk to him?â
âHe wants to speak with you and Iâd prefer his brother, I hear heâs a widower,â she whispered, as you turned, walking towards where the man stood, amongst a few other businessmen.
âMiss Y/n,â the man called out, stepping forward.
âMr. Alexandre,â you said, accepting his hand.
âIf I could have a moment with youâŠâ
âYou may,â you said, walking into the hallway with him, near the stairs. You could feel his colleagues staring at the two of you.
âWhat is it?â
âI was hoping I could take you out for dinner, perhaps the steamboat, there is a nice band that plays-
âI am sorry, but no thank you,â you shook your head, about to leave, but he gripped your forearm.
âA little birdy told me that you have a thing going on with the European and crĂšole man in the quarter, I thought they were homo-
âMr. Alexandre, my personal business is none of your concernâ
âThen to have that little girl with them, like sheâs their daughter, itâs twisted. You donât need to get involved with them, tarnishing your reputation,â he said, making you think back to the society-inflicted shame Lestat spoke about.
âDo not speak about my reputation or any of them,â you shoved him, watching as he collided into the wall. A few people gasped, coming to see what was the commotion.
âY/n, what happened?â Your father asked as the front door opened.
Along with a gust of wind Lestat, Louis, and Claudia all walked in, heads turning as everyone murmured about them. All of the eyes were on them and they never looked their way, solely focused on you.
âY/n, why havenât you come home?â Claudia ran to you, pulling you into a hug. You could feel how tense she felt, you frowned at the thought of her being upset.
âIâm sorry,â you told her, closing your eyes and taking in her usually sweet scent.
âY/n,â your mother called out, now standing next to your father, a confused expression in place.
Before you could say anything, Lestat turned her way, gasping, you stepped up, when he turned facing you. Immediately you stopped, your eyes going down, while he moved closer.
âMadame,â he held out his hand, accepting hers, before placing a soft kiss on it.
âGet away from my wife,â your father said, taking her hand back.
âSo you was gonna leave home?â Louis asked you, taking off his glasses.
âYou lied to me, both of you did,â you told him.
âLouis, what is she talking about?â
âNothing, go wait outside Claudiaâ
âLouis-
âItâs okay, go wait outside,â you told her, watching as she walked away, bumping the shoulder of a few guests, scaring them.
âYouâŠboth of you, did this to me, and for what? to satisfy your fantasies-
âTo save you, you donât belong with these people, their rules and principles, your nature goes against all of it. You could have never been happy with the way they wanted you to become,â Lestat told you.
âY/n, itâs not safe to be around any of them, how long do you think youâll be able to resist your urges, itâs best to leave them where theyâre at,â Louis told you.
âIs this the brainwash they both feed you, two queer men trying to destroy and isolate everything youâve known. I wouldnât burden you with such ideologies,â Mr. Alexandre said, standing up, limping off the pain.
âAnd what are those ideologies, you speak of?â The tension thickened in the room as Lestat was in front of him within a flash.
âI-I-â he began to stutter.
âThese ideologies include being unapologetic even if it goes against society, not putting limitations on yourself, and redefining what family is. None of these things you know anything of because you think Y/n is as brainless as the rest of these women,â Lestat said before roughly grabbing his jaw.
âYou could learn a thing or two before you let your mouth run so loosely,â he said, shoving him, watching as he collided with the wall, breaking through the wallpaper.
âNow you-
Lestat raised his hand, freezing everyone in the room, as your father began to yell.
âYour memory was wiped away, but everything has been real. Our love, Claudiaâs love, nothing was forced. These people have caused you nothing but anxiety and shame, but if you want to throw us away, for them, I wonât stop you,â Lestat screamed, storming away, as the bloody tear slipped from his eyes.
âI thought I could balance both lives, it isnât possible,â Louis told you, as you kept your head down.
âIs it possible to take away their memory, I wonât kill them, if they could just go on with their lives like before I was here,â you asked, while he immediately nodded.
Lestat had been right about so many things, how different you were, the restrictions you felt in your previous life. You werenât ready to be on your own, you still needed your family. Perhaps it was better for you to not have been aware of the truth, to begin with.
âThat can be arranged,â he said, motioning for you to go outside with Claudia. Stopping in front of your mother, you kissed her cheek, before leaving the house.
Getting into the backseat of the car with Claudia, she intertwined her fingers with your own. Lestat didnât say a word to you, walking back into the house, as everyone unfroze.
After nearly 15 long minutes, the two left the house. You could see the party continuing, Carol could be seen with a small boy in her arms, accepting him from an older woman. The entire ride home was painfully quiet. The faint music from the locals could be heard as the house came more into view.
Claudia went to her room, while you meekly followed the two to your shared room. Stepping out of their clothing, they were preparing for rest, when you stopped.
âLestat, I-please make me forget again,â you asked, making them look at each other, before staring at you.
âAfter all of this-
Moving to your knees, you crawled to him, prepared to beg to him, as if he was your god. Raising his eyebrow, even he looked surprised by your actions.
âPlease make me forget, and we can go back to how we were,â you told him. Reaching for his hand, your head laid upon it, begging for your wish to be granted.
âStand up, ma chĂšrieâ
âHow was the hunt?â Louis asked as you and Claudia both entered the house.
âWonderful,â you laughed, plopping next to him. Lestat sat at his piano, idly pressing the keys that still managed to sound effortless.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked Louis, leaning your head on his shoulder.
âCatching up on the paper, gorgeous,â he smiled, flipping the newspaper.
Your eyes widened at the image of the article, L/n Sugar Mill family home is burned down, leaving no survivors after an extravagant engagement party.
âWow, and that was such a nice house,â you said, pointing out the picture, before picking up a nearby book.
âIt was,â Louis agreed lowly, the trio briefly making eye contact.
With your memory wiped once again, the last thing any of them wanted was another situation that could cause you to want to break away from them. No one could ever come close to loving you like the three and they made sure there was no would who would awaken your memories, tearing you away from your little family.
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The Devil is Real (Part 1)
Summary: Your troubled older brother disappeared two years ago, vanishing without a trace; that is until one day you receive a letter from him. Heâs living in Spain after having joined a religious group called Los Iluminados, his life seemingly changed for the better. He would love it if you came to visit him. Who are you to refuse an invitation from your beloved big brother, right?
Word Count: 4.2k
Pairing: plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.
Warnings: drug abuse mention, abusive household mention, religious cult, religious trauma, body horror, noncon, dubcon, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral (m and f receiving), kidnapping, yandere tendencies, somno, extreme violence and gore, human sacrifice, murder, blood play/kink, breeding kink, pregnancy, pet names, stockholm syndrome, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future parts]
A/N: I want to give a shoutout to @d10nyx, who's bot heavily inspired this new series. I had been wanting to write plagas!Leon again for so long, but I wanted to do something I hadn't seen done before and my interaction with her bot planted the seed (breeding kink go brrrrrrrrrrrr). This will likely be my darkest series yet so if that's not your jam, I kindly ask that you keep scrolling. It should be noted that any of the Spanish seen in this series is either from my extremely vague recollection of the language from my youth or from Google translate, so I apologize if there's any weird grammar in any of the Spanish, it is not my intention to butcher the language.
I hope you guys like thrill rides :3
The title is inspired by Bad Things performed by I Prevail
April 22, 2008
Sis,
I apologize for this being the first time Iâve contacted you in two years, but I promise you, it was for good reason. I finally got help. I moved out to Spain to this lovely rural area called Valdelobos to live with this wonderful community called Los Iluminados. Iâve been sober for just over two years because of them. I would really love it if you came to visit, you would absolutely love it here, sis! I would love more than anything to share with you the community that has made such a huge difference in my life. I donât have access to a computer, so youâll have to send me a letter to reply. You can find the return address on the envelope. I eagerly await your letter!
With all my love,
Vince
You sit on your old saggy couch, gently holding the handwritten letter in your hands like itâs going to disintegrate. Your mind is in turmoil; your older brother Vincent, or Vince as most people call him, had disappeared about two years ago. He struggled with drug addiction when he reached adulthood, always chasing his next high. When you had reported him missing, police searched everywhere for him for weeks until you finally had to come to terms with the fact that he was most likely dead.
This letter, however, says otherwise.
âWhoâs it from?â your boyfriend asks before sitting beside you, seeing the strained look on your face and growing concerned.Â
You donât answer him at first, your eyes locked on the weathered piece of paper. Realizing your boyfriend, Mark, had asked you a question, you blink a few times and shake your head, snapping yourself out of the shocked daze.
âItâs from Vince,â you reply, looking over at Mark.
Mark looks at the paper youâre holding, then back to you, âare you sure itâs from Vince?â
âOf course Iâm sure! That is definitely his handwriting. Heâs alive!âÂ
You hand the letter to Mark, who takes a moment to read the letter himself, adjusting his glasses as he does so, âhe wants you to go visit. What are you going to do?â
âI have no ideaâŠâ you say softly, burying your face in your hands as you continue to struggle with your emotions.
Growing up, all you had was your brother, having lost your parents at a young age. Growing up, the both of you lived with your grandparents, but they were very abusive. As soon as Vince had turned 18, he fought to become your legal guardian and the two of you moved out. Unfortunately, Vince had turned to drugs to deal with his trauma, but could you blame him? Your grandfather was especially hard on Vince; there were many nights you could remember falling asleep to the sounds of the two of them shouting and throwing things at each other.Â
Thereâs a ten year gap between you and your brother, so naturally Vince had become something of a father figure to you, especially considering you were only two when your parents had died. A car accident you had been told; hit by a drunk driver on the way home from a New Yearâs party. You felt like life always dealt you a shitty hand. First your parents, then your brother. But now, your brother seems to be back and heâs ok; heâs sober. You should be happy, so why are you so conflicted?
âIâm going to do some research on this âLos Iluminadosâ group,â you finally say before standing up from the couch to walk into your bedroom, âmake sure it isnât some Jim Jones bullshitâŠâ
âIâll get dinner started then,â Mark says, also standing up, making his way over to the kitchen, âIâll holler when dinnerâs ready.â
You nod at Mark before walking into the bedroom, sitting down at your desk in the corner of the room, opening your laptop and powering it on. You open up Internet Explorer and open a new Google search window, typing in Los Iluminados which unsurprisingly yielded zero results; with them not having computer access, it makes sense that thereâs no trace of this group on the internet by searching their name. You then search cults in Spain and skim through the results. Again, thereâs no mention of Los Iluminados anywhere. Drumming your fingers on your desk, you begin to question the letterâs legitimacy. Whoever sent it knew where you lived and that your brother had been missing for two years. No one would go through that much trouble just to prank someone.Â
âBabe, dinnerâs ready!â you hear Mark call from the kitchen.Â
Letting out a sigh, you reluctantly stand up from your desk, walking out of the bedroom to join your boyfriend in the living room, who just finished putting both your plates down onto the coffee table. Laying in the middle of the living room, your 8 year old brindle English Mastiff, AndrĂ©, lifts his head lazily, sniffing the air upon smelling food. You canât help but let out a chuckle as you sit down on the couch, grabbing your plate to start eating.
âEven in his old age, AndrĂ© has a one track mind,â Mark says, watching as the large dog gets up from the floor. Mark gently pats him on the head, âdonât you buddy?â
âHe sure does,â you reply, reaching over to pat the gentle giant before returning to your meal.
âWere you able to find anything on that group in the letter?â Mark asks, looking over at you before taking a bite of food.Â
âNot a damn thing. Which I guess makes sense but stillâŠâ you say, your voice trailing off as you let out a heavy sigh, âsomething about it just doesnât sit well with me.â
âThen we go to Spain, find out if this group is real or not and bounce if itâs just a wild goose chase,â Mark says, weaving his left hand through the air as he speaks.
âAnd whoâs going to watch AndrĂ©?âÂ
AndrĂ©âs big brown eyes look between the two of you, letting out a soft whimper. Mark mouths the word âfuckâ before taking another bite of dinner.
âRight,â Mark says quietly, giving AndrĂ© another pat on the head.
The two of you finish eating dinner in silence, afterwards helping each other clean up the dishes. You let Mark know that youâre going to write a response to Vinceâs letter, heading back up to the bedroom to sit back at the desk, pulling out a notebook and a pencil.
May 15, 2008
Vince,
First, I just want to say I am relieved to see that youâre ok and that youâre doing better. You had dropped off the face of the earth and I couldnât find you anywhere; I thought you were dead! Iâm so incredibly glad I was wrong. And, of course, congratulations are in order for your two years of sobriety. I know thatâs something you really struggled with and Iâm glad this community was able to help you. Is it a religious group? I think Los Iluminados roughly translates to âThe Enlightened Onesâ if my vague recollection of Spanish serves me right. Regardless, I would love to come visit you and see where youâve been living these past two years, just let me know where I need to go.
Sis
May 31, 2008
Sis,
I was so excited to see you had written back that I practically ripped the envelope open. Los Iluminados is a small religious community and, I know what youâre thinking, itâs not a cult, so you have nothing to worry about there. Theyâre really big on living a traditional, almost pagan-like lifestyle and for me, being able to unplug while I got better was exactly what I needed. Iâm hoping after experiencing Los Iluminados yourself that youâll feel the same. As far as getting you here goes, youâll want to fly into Valencia Airport, weâll come pick you up from there. Call the enclosed number once you have your flight booked and tell Maria what day youâre coming. Iâm looking forward to seeing you!
Vince
You tuck the letter back in your carry on bag, leaning back in your seat on the airplane and closing your eyes. You land in Valencia Airport in less than an hour and you are doing everything in your power to keep your nerves in check and not get your hopes up. You did as Vince had asked, you called this woman named Maria and with really broken Spanish, you had told her you were flying in on June 17th. At some point you must have dozed off because youâre jolted awake when the plane lands on the tarmac.
The plane pulls into the dock and you along with the other passengers file out. You head down to baggage claim to grab your luggage; you had packed about a weekâs worth of clothes since you didnât know how long you were staying. You low key were hoping to talk your brother into coming back to the States with you, but thatâs a bridge youâll cross when you get there. That thought is far from your mind, however, when you get through airport security and immediately spot your brother holding a large sign with your name on it. Your mouth hangs agape as you stop in your tracks. The last time you had seen him, he was a 33 year old who looked almost 50 due to his years of drug abuse. Now? He has color in his face, heâs gained weight and actually looks healthy. His clothes are a little disheveled and covered in dirt, but heâs smiling, probably the first time youâve seen him smile since you were children.
Dropping your luggage, you run over to your brother, throwing your arms around him and hugging him tight, tears freely flowing from your eyes as you cry out, âitâs you, youâre real! Youâre alive!â
Vince tightly hugs you back, rocking you both back and forth before stepping back, smiling down at you as his hands remain on your shoulders, âlook at you! All grown up; 25 has treated you nicely!â
You playfully scoff before walking back to grab your luggage, âhardly.â
You return to Vince, who then takes your luggage from you as the two of you begin to walk out of the airport, âhowâs Mark? You two are still together, I take it?â
âWe are! Heâs doing good, heâs at home watching AndrĂ©.â
âAndrĂ© is still around? Thatâs nice to hear!â Vince says as the two of you walk up to a very beat up looking sedan, âhereâs our luxury limousine!â
You playfully smack him with the back of your hand, âvery funny, Vince.â
You watch as Vince opens the trunk of the sedan, putting your luggage inside, he looks up at you as he closes the trunk, âgo ahead and get in the back seat, Sis.â
You nod in acknowledgement, climbing into the back seat, your brother joining you shortly after. An older couple sits in the driverâs and passengerâs sides of the sedan, promptly driving away from the airport once you and your brother put your seatbelts on.Â
âWe have about a three hour drive ahead of us, you must be exhausted from your flight,â Vince says, looking over at you and giving you a warm smile.
You nod, feeling your eyes grow heavy from jet lag, however you force your eyes to stay open; you desperately donât want to miss a single moment with your brother.
âHey,â Vince lays a hand on your shoulder, âitâs ok, get some rest, Iâll wake you up when we get close to the village.â
âIf you say soâŠâ you reply softly.Â
You hesitantly let your eyes close, drifting off into a dreamless sleep. It feels like only a moment has passed when Vince shakes you awake.
âHey Sis, weâre here!â
After getting out of the car, there was still a considerable hike until you got to the village proper. Once getting there, however, you find yourself pleasantly surprised. You weren't sure what you were expecting of a small village at the center of a religious community but what youâre seeing wasnât it. It is a bonafide village, with actual houses, a town center, a watchtower and a large brick structure towards the back. In the distance, you can see a windmill slowly spinning. You chalk it up to the large number of documentaries you had watched on cults leading up to this trip that painted a picture in your mind of what this village would look like; the small, white cottages of Peopleâs Temple immediately coming to mind. A part of you is glad you were wrong.
âSo, what do you think?â Vince asks me, gesturing one of his hands towards the village, âthis is where Iâve been these last two years.â
âItâs nothing like what I expected, itâs⊠honestly really peaceful,â you reply, looking around the village in awe.
You watch as several of the other villagers stop what theyâre doing to look at you and your brother, an older woman over by a well giving both of you a warm smile before pulling a bucket of water up from the well.
âMy house is over here,â Vince continues, pointing to one of the houses on the left before leading you towards it.Â
Vinceâs house sits next to the watchtower, he opens the door and walks inside. Before you enter, you happen to turn around and look towards the large brick building in the back of the village. Standing at the door is someone wearing a black cloak with gold trim, underneath his clothes you can tell heâs wearing cargo pants and a tight fitting athletic shirt of some kind. But thatâs not what grabs your attention; itâs his azure eyes locked on you, causing your blood to run cold.
âVince,â you say, your voice trembling as you reach to grab his wrist, stopping him, âwho is that over there?â
Vince turns to look where youâre looking, letting out a soft chuckle once he sees who youâre looking at, âhim? Thatâs just Leon. Heâs the right hand of our Lord Saddler. Heâs probably here to check on things, donât worry about him. Come inside.â
Vince practically pulls you, shutting and barring the door shut once youâre inside.
âWhy are you blocking the door?â you ask, raising an eyebrow as your brother turns to face you.
âWe tend to have an open door policy in the village. Where you and I havenât seen each other for awhile, I figured itâd be best to have some privacy, wouldnât you agree?â
You nod as you take in your surroundings. Thereâs a staircase leading upstairs and around the corner, a dining table and a kitchen area. Several candles are burning; they definitely donât have electricity and running water in this village. Behind your brother is a worn couch.
âIs that where Iâm sleeping?â you ask, pointing at the couch.
âNope, you get the bed upstairs. I can live with the couch for a while. Nothing but the best for my little sis.â
âThanks Vince,â you reply, grabbing your luggage, âIâll bring this upstairs, then maybe we can talk. You know⊠catch up.â
You grab your luggage, dragging it up the stairs. You spot the bed at the end of the bannister next to a window overlooking the village center. As youâre staring out the window, you spot the cloaked man, Leon, again. Heâs standing in the center of town, looking right at you. It sends a chill down your spine. You turn around and scream a little when your brother taps you on the shoulder.
âYou ok? You werenât answering me,â Vince says, his face full of concern.
âSorry⊠itâs that guy. Heâs right down there staring at the window,â you reply, turning to point out the window, however, Leon is gone, âoh, nevermind. It must have been my imagination.â
âHeâs like⊠a guard dog of sorts. Heâs probably just making sure youâre chill,â Vince explains, gently grabbing you by your upper arm and leading you back downstairs, âheâs like that with anyone he doesnât know.â
âRight, of courseâŠâ youâre still uneasy, but decide to trust your brother.
âIâll get started on dinner, have a seat at the table,â says Vince before walking over to the large wood stove, which is already aflame.
âCan I help with anything?â you ask, still standing by the table.
âNo, I got it. Been doing this for two years. I can handle it. Youâre the guest of honor, you just sit back, relax and let your brother take care of you.â
While your brother prepares dinner for the two of you, you make small talk, getting him caught up on the two years worth of stuff he missed. You told him about Mark and AndrĂ©, told him that your horrendous grandfather finally passed away a year ago; you had caught a smirk on Vinceâs face before he turned his attention back to making dinner. Once dinner is finished, he sets both plates down at the table and the two of you dig in.
âEarlier you had said Lord Saddler,â you begin, taking a bite of food before continuing, âVince⊠are you sure this isnât a cult?â
Your brother bursts out laughing, reaching over to put his hand on yours to comfort you, âLord Osmund Saddler is the patriarch of Los Iluminados and the speaker for the Holy Body. Iâm not held here against my will. I promise you with every fiber of my being, this isnât a cult, Sis.â
âIâm sorry I just⊠I may have watched a bunch of documentaries before coming here on cults and I just want whatâs best for you, thatâs all.â
Vince smiles, âDonât worry, no one is going to drink any Kool Aid here.â
âVince, thatâs terrible!â you playfully smack him, âalso it wasnât even Kool Aid!â
You canât help but laugh, slowly letting your mind be at ease. Itâs clear your brother is happy and healthy here in this village. Before you can continue your conversation with Vince, you hear the chime of a church bell in the distance and you watch as your brother immediately stands up.
âWhatâs that all about?â you ask, slowly standing up.Â
âThat is the sound of evening service. Come! Iâd love for you to see one of Father MĂ©ndezâs services.â
Taking your hand, Vince unblocks the door and takes you outside. You see all the villages are filling into the large brick building you had seen Leon standing in front of earlier.
âThatâs the meeting house, we have to pass through it to get to the church,â he explains to you as he leads you to follow the other villagers inside the building.Â
Upon walking in there is a large room, shelves of food and supplies lining the walls. In the back of the room was a large painting of a robed man; not Leon, but someone else, Vince notices you staring at the painting.
âThat is our Lord Saddler. Hopefully youâll get to meet him during your visit; heâs a wonderful patriarch, I think youâll like him.â
There is something about the painting that unsettles you, but you canât put your finger on it; nor do you have time to because before you know it, Vince is leading you into the adjacent room. This room has a large table lined with chairs on both sides. You both proceed around the table exiting out of the door on the other side with the other villagers. The door takes you out to a winding path which opens up to a cemetery with the church sitting just at the top of the hill.
You and your brother make your way up the hill, following the rest of the villagers into the church where you and your brother sit in one of the pews in the middle. There is an extremely tall man standing at the altar, wearing a black leather trench coat and a large brim hat. His dark beard has subtle white hairs, indicating to you that heâs much older than you and your brother. In fact, now that you think about it, you realize you and your brother are probably the youngest ones in the church.
Behind the imposing man is a large stained glass window decorated with red, blue, green and white. The white glass makes a pattern. Youâre not sure what to make of it; itâs almost like a crude insect-like cross with four appendage-like parts extended out with a tail pointing downwards. Once everyone is seated in the pews, the man at the altar addresses the villagers.
âMy brothers and sisters,â the man begins, his Hispanic accent thick, âbefore we begin tonightâs sermon, I wanted to welcome the visitor that Vincent has brought to visit our village.â The man gestures one of his hands towards us, âif you would do the honors, Vincent.â
Your brother stands up, âGracias, Father MĂ©ndez. This is my younger sister,â he says before telling everyone your name, âsheâll be staying with me for a while, we havenât seen each other since I first came here. I hope you all can join me in showing her what makes Los Iluminados a special community.â
The other villagers clap softly as Vince sits back down. After that, Father MĂ©ndez begins the service, which is in Spanish, so you strained your brain to try to pick up bits and pieces of what heâs saying. This doesnât last long, however as your eye catches movement in the darkness in the back of the church. You feel your heart skip; itâs Leon again, his azure gaze once again locked on you. His expression is cold and emotionless, but there is no doubt in your mind that he is staring at you.Â
As if sensing your unease, your brother nudges you with his elbow and whispers, âwhatâs wrong?â
âItâs Leon againâŠâ you reply, nodding your head in Leonâs direction.
Vinceâs gaze follows yours, spotting Leon staring at you from the back of the church. Vince lets out a soft sigh.
âIâll talk to Father MĂ©ndez after the service.â
For the rest of the service, you steal glances towards the back of the church, where Leon remains, still staring at you. At the end of the service, however, when you look back, Leon is finally gone, much to your relief.Â
Father MĂ©ndezâs booming voice draws your attention back to him, âÂĄGloria a Las Plagas!â
âÂĄGloria a Las Plagas!â the villagers, including Vince, repeat back.
Gloria a Las⊠Plagas? you think to yourself, glory to the⊠plague? Plagues? Pests? What? That makes no senseâŠ
Before you can think it over further, your brother stands up abruptly, pulling you up with him.
âPablo,â Vince says as he approaches another villager, âÂżPuedes llevar a mi hermana de regreso a mi casa? Tengo que hablar con el padre MĂ©ndez.â
The man nods, âsĂ, claro.â
Vince turns his attention back to you, âPablo here is going to take you back to my house while I talk to Father MĂ©ndez about Leon, ok? I wonât be long.â
âAlright, thanks Vince,â you reply as Pablo gently takes you by your upper arm, leading you out of the church.
You turn back, watching your brother approach Father MĂ©ndez before the church doors close behind you.
âVincent,â MĂ©ndez begins as Vince approaches him, âwhat can I do for you, my brother?â
âItâs about Leon,â Vince says, crossing his arms, âI want him to leave my sister alone.â
âWhat do you mean? You do remember what you agreed to, no?â MĂ©ndez presses straightening his posture.
âI do remember, but he is scaring her. All heâs done since she got here is stare at her.â
âAnd? Are you saying youâre defying the will of Lord Saddler?â
âNo, of course not!â Vince exclaims before lowering his voice, âbut if we want any chance of her staying in Los Iluminados, he needs to chill out with the staring, ok? Is that too much to ask, Father?â
MĂ©ndez brings a hand to his beard, stroking it as he contemplates Vinceâs request. After a few moments, he gently nods, âfine. I will speak with Lord Saddler on this.â
âThank you, Father.â
She is perfect.
Leon stands at the end of the bed that youâre sleeping in, completely oblivious to his presence. Bringing his hands up, he lowers the hood of his cloak. The exposed skin on his neck and face are completely covered in inky black veins and seem to pulse under his skin. He gently crawls onto the bed, being careful not to wake you as he cages you with his body.
Leaning down so that his nose is nearly pressed against the side of your neck, he breathes in your scent deeply, opening his mouth slightly to lick his sharpened incisors with his tongue. He moves away from your neck, staring down at you as he watches your chest rise and fall gently as you slumber. Unable to help himself, he leans back down, his lips hovering above yours when he hears the unmistakable sound of the front door opening downstairs.
His head snaps towards the stairs, crawling off your bed with the grace and stealth of a panther. He brings his hood back up over his head, walking silently over to the open window at the head of the stairs where he had let himself in, climbing out and shutting the window carefully behind him, not leaving a single trace that he was even there.
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BIG DICK is back in town | Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Pairings: Boyfriend Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Themes: Funny? Just Bucky being a menace to his girlfriend.
Summary: Bucky came back from being away for a weeks, now that he's back you can finally play your revenge on him after he pulled a prank on you before he left.
A/N: I can't stop laughing while writing this, then again i have a shallow sense of humour. . .
Bucky had just gotten back into town after a mission that kept him away for weeks. He was expecting a quiet lunch with his girlfriend, and maybe a couple of friends. What he didnât expect was the t-shirt you handed him that morning.
âPut this on,â you said sweetly, too sweetly, as you tossed the shirt at him.
Bucky raised an eyebrow as he unfolded the shirt. His face immediately twisted in shock and horror when he read the massive, bold black text: âBIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN.â
He blinked, his mouth slightly open, and then let out a strangled laugh. âNo. No way. Thereâs no way Iâm wearing this.â
âYes way,â you batted your eyelashes, doing your best to look innocent. âYou have no choice.â
Bucky glanced at you, then did a double take at the walk-in closet, which was suspiciously empty. All his shirtsâgone. Vanished. Not even a single plain tee left hanging. âYouâve got to be kidding me.â
You just crossed your arms, smirking. âActions have consequences, babe.â
He ran a hand through his hair, still half in disbelief. âThis is because of the doll heads, isnât it?â
âHm, that was a good one. . .â You look narrowed your eyes at the memory.
Bucky thought it would be funny to buy a bunch of creepy, old-fashioned doll heads from a thrift store. Then, he strategically placed them around the apartmentâunder your pillow, in the fridge, behind the shower curtain, even in your bag. The final straw had been when you found one staring at you from inside a cereal box.
You had screamed. A lot. Bucky had laughed. A lot.
âBut no, this is not about the doll heads.â
Bucky breathily laughed, pinching the bridge of his nose, âIt's the arm. It's because of the arm isn't it?â
Your smirk widened. Oh, it was definitely because of the arm. A few days before his mission, Bucky had pulled the ultimate prank on you. Heâd convinced you that he had lost his armâlike, the entire vibranium armâby hiding it in the dishwasher. When you came home and found Bucky lying on the couch, dramatically holding his shoulder and claiming, âI just...I donât know where I left it,â you freaked out. You tore the place apart looking for it, almost hyperventilating at the thought of your boyfriend wandering around missing a whole limb.
Then Bucky had pointed to the dishwasher after it finished its cycle with the most innocent face in the world. âOops,â he had said with a wink.
You had not spoken to him for the rest of the day.
So, now, here he was, standing in the bedroom, staring at the most embarrassing t-shirt he had ever seen. And you werenât done yet.
âSo now, you get to wear that and face the public. Including Steve, Sam, and Nat.â you said, your tone dripping with vengeance.
âOh you didn't,â Bucky muttered with a groan, staring at the shirt like it might burn a hole through his hand. âYou invited them, too?â
âOf course. Whatâs revenge without an audience?â
There was no way out of it. Bucky knew when he was defeated. âIâm never going to live this down.â
You beamed, utterly delighted. âThatâs the point, babe.â
With a resigned sigh, Bucky knew he had no choice. This was payback, and you had every right to exact your revenge. Besides, if there was one thing Bucky Barnes wasnât, it was a coward.
Bucky peeled his old shirt off, revealing his ripped torso, and tossed it casually in your direction. He caught you glancing at him, your eyes momentarily lingering on the sharp definition of his muscles, but you quickly masked your ogling with a smirk.Â
He paused for effect, stretching a little more than necessary, emphasising every ripple in his abs and arms before picking up the dreaded t-shirt.Â
"Enjoying the view?" he teased, his lips twitching into a playful grin.
You raised an eyebrow, feigning indifference. "I mean, it's not bad," you said, your voice light with sarcasm. But your eyes betrayed you.Â
Bucky, now fully aware of the attention, dramatically sighed as he pulled the embarrassing t-shirt over his head.Â
"Let's just get this over with."Â
As the bold lettering stretched across his chest, he shot you a look. "You know, this whole revenge thing? It won't save you from what's coming next."Â
You just chuckled, stepping closer and placing a hand on his chest, right over the words "BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN." You looked up at him, a devilish glint in your eyes.
âI'm looking forward to it, Big Dick.â
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When Bucky and you arrived at the restaurant, he walked in with his head held high, trying to act like he wasnât wearing the most humiliating piece of clothing in existence. You, of course, were grinning ear to ear, savouring every second of his discomfort.
As soon as Sam spotted Bucky from across the room, he burst into uncontrollable laughter. âOh no! Oh no, man, this is too good!â
Steve, grinning like he was trying out a new stand-up routine, shook his head. âYou know, Buck, I always figured you had a lot of baggage, but I didnât think youâd advertise it so boldly.â
Steve continued and gestured to the shirt with a broad smirk. âYou sure you want the world to know what weâve all been suspecting?â
Natasha, biting her lip to suppress a laugh, finally cracked. âI have so many questions. But also, no questions at all,â she said, covering her mouth as she tried and failed to hold in her giggles, while Sam was practically in tears beside her.
âI lost a bet,â Bucky mumbled, sliding into his seat and trying to cover the text with his arms. But every time he moved, the words on his chest seemed to scream louder: âBIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN.â
You sat next to him, clearly enjoying the show. âHe didnât lose a bet,â you corrected, your grin growing wider. âHeâs just paying for his crimes.â
Steve raised an eyebrow, clearly curious. âCrimes?â
Your eyes sparkled as you turned to the table. âHe made me think he lost his arm. Like, completely gone. I nearly had a heart attack tearing the house apart trying to find it, and it was in the dishwasher the whole time.â
Sam almost fell off his chair laughing. âThatâsâoh manâthatâs genius! I mean, thatâs terrible, but genius.â
Bucky shot you a side-eye, his lips twitching into a grin despite himself. âSheâs out for blood now.â
âAnd you deserve it,â you said with a wink, sipping your drink.
As lunch kicked off, the group quickly slipped into the usual dynamic, a comfortable mix of teasing, banter, and catching up. Sam was the first to start piling his plate with food. âI donât know how you survived without my cooking, Buck. These missions must be torture.â
Bucky, still trying to cover up his shirt as much as possible, raised an eyebrow. âYou mean burning toast? Yeah, real hardship.â
âHey, thatâs gourmet burnt toast to you, pal,â Sam shot back, pretending to look offended.
Natasha smirked as she picked at her salad. âIâm more curious how you managed to avoid getting your arm stuck in the dishwasher, considering thatâs apparently where it lives now.â
Steve, biting into his sandwich, was trying not to laugh with his mouth full. âCanât believe you actually managed to hide your arm. Thatâs dedication.â
You snorted, leaning in. âYou know whatâs worse? He didnât even try to help me find it. He was just sitting there watching me panic!â
Bucky gave an innocent shrug. âYouâre resourceful. I figured youâd find it⊠eventually.â
Steve shook his head, grinning. âBuck, sometimes I wonder how you survived all those years without us babysitting you.â
Sam nearly choked on his drink. âIâm starting to think Hydra trained him just to prank the people closest to him. Thatâs some next-level psychological warfare.â
You pointed your fork at Sam. âExactly! Heâs weaponized his own arm, guys. Iâm living with a literal menace.â
Bucky looked around the table, a smirk playing on his lips. âWell, youâre all still alive, so I must not be that dangerous.â
âYet,â Natasha muttered. âGive him another day.â
You glanced at Bucky and laughed. âYou know, I did think about âaccidentallyâ sending his arm to Tonyâs lab as a prank in return.â
Steve perked up, âOh, please. Can you imagine the look on Tonyâs face when a random metal arm shows up?â
Sam leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. âMan, Stark would never let him live that down. Every time heâd walk into a room, itâd be âNeed a hand, Buck?ââ
Everyone burst out laughing at that, even Bucky, who threw up his hands in mock surrender. âAlright, alright. Maybe I took it a little far.â
You raised an eyebrow. âA little?â
Natasha, with a mischievous grin, leaned over toward Bucky, âSo, whatâs the next prank in your arsenal, Barnes? Or are you too scared to top the arm stunt?â
Bucky grinned back. âOh, donât worry. Iâm always planning something.â
âNot if I get you first,â you chimed in, narrowing your eyes at him.
Sam shook his head, chuckling. âIâm staying out of this. You two are gonna end up blowing up your apartment.â
As everyone finished their meals, Bucky was finally starting to relax, the embarrassment of the shirt fading slightly under the barrage of jokes and laughter. But that didnât stop Sam from leaning in with a sly grin.
âSo, Buck,â Sam said, his tone dripping with mischief. âHowâs it feel to be back in town?â
Bucky deadpanned, âEmpowering. Really, really empowering.â
Natasha snorted into her drink, and Steve, usually the composed one, was struggling not to burst out laughing. âWell, Buck, youâve definitely made a statement today.â
Just then, a random passerby glanced at Buckyâs shirt, gave him an approving nod, and a thumbs up as they passed, causing the entire table to burst into another round of laughter. Even Bucky couldnât help but crack a smile at the absurdity of it all.
By the end of lunch, Bucky had to admit, the prank war was far from over. As they stood to leave, he shot you a playful glance. âYou know this means war, right?â
You shrugged nonchalantly, still grinning like the cat that got the cream. âBring it on, Barnes.â
With that, Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulders, tugging you close as you walked out of the restaurant. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your temple, causing you to smile up at him. Even with the worldâs most embarrassing t-shirt on, Bucky Barnes was never one to back down from a challenge â and he was pretty sure you were the best kind of challenge.
As you both approached the car, Bucky opened the door for you, his hand resting on the top of the doorframe like the perfect gentleman. Just as you were about to slide in, a stranger walking by shouted, âNice shirt, man!â
Bucky paused, shaking his head with a resigned smile, while you burst into laughter from the passenger seat. âTold you itâd be a hit,â you teased.
âYeah, yeah,â Bucky muttered, closing the door behind you before turning to wave at the stranger, who was still grinning at him.
Bucky got into the driverâs seat and glanced over at you, his smile growing as he shook his head. âYou know paybackâs gonna be hell for you, right?â
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stretch; miguel diaz
pairing: miguel diaz x f!reader
summary: "hi how are you!!!? iâve been thinking about this a lot, but reader being the only person to take care of miguel after his surgery / incident and it just creates so much attraction; since sheâs always touching etc đ”âđ«đ”âđ« just pure smut"
word count: 1.4k
warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, dry humping, unprotected sex, underage sex, penetrative sex, slight choking, dirty talkish, and porn with plotist again
a/n: i had a very busy weekend but i really wanted to get this out i hope everyone enjoys!!
When you found out Miguel got into a fight at school and then was in the hospital in a coma, when you were out of town, your heart shattered.
You had your mom get you a flight back to California, as soon as possible.
You didnât know if he was gonna wake up. You donât even know how he survived a fall like that.
It had now been about two weeks since the surgery and Miguel was still in the wheelchair. You came by every day to cheer him up. You loved putting a smile on his face.
Plus the two of you haven't really been able to be intimate. His mom and Yaya were out running some errands. You had offered to go for them but Miguel's mom insisted you stay with him while they were gone. She said she loved the way you brought a smile onto his face, especially right now.
You took your spare key out of your purse and opened the door.
âHey, migs.â You said, walking into his room.
âHi, baby,â he smiled up at you.
You showed up with a bag of his favorite snacks from the corner store.
You sat the bag of food down on his desk, âOkay before we get to the rewards. Ready to do some stretches?â
âIâd like to stretch something out..â he muttered under his breath, low enough that you couldnât hear him.
âWhat was that?â You said before placing a kiss on his lips.
âNothin,â he mumbled against your lips, right before deepening the kiss a little. He felt his dick harden a little.
You, unreluctantly, placed your hand on the back of his neck, kissing him back before pulling away.
âCâmon,â he reached for your waist.
You backed up swiftly and smiled at him. âWeâll make out later. First, stretches.â You smiled at him.
You went out into the living room to grab a pillow off the couch. When you returned to his room you stuffed the pillows behind his back so that he was sitting up.
You lifted up his left leg and sat down in front of his right leg. You placed your right hand on his ankle, your left moved to his upper thigh, lightly moving his basketball shorts down to his upper thigh.
He inhaled a sharp breath as he felt your hand inch very close to his mid region.
âYou ready?â You asked.
Miguel nodded at you with his bottom lip between his mouth. He loved and missed your touch so much. He felt himself fully harden when he glanced down and saw your hand that close to his dick. He knew that if he didnât keep his mouth shut he might've let out a moan.
You pushed your right hand that was holding his ankle towards his lower stomach. The action made the hand that was already extremely close to his dick graze it and you inhaled lightly feeling the hardness.
âFuck,â he groaned. âPlease.â
âMiguelâŠâ
âY/N, Please. Itâs been so long. I wanna feel you around me any way I can. Please.â Miguel practically whined.
You put his leg down and crawled into his lap, placing your knees around his hips. His clothed cock rubbed against your heat as you sat down in his lap. Miguelâs hands shot up to your ass to guide your grinding when you leaned down to lay a searing hot kiss upon his lips.
Miguel moaned when you moved your lips down to his neck, âFuck, yes.â
You started to moan into his ear as you kept grinding your hips against his. Miguelâs hands stayed on your ass helping you move your hips with his.
He wanted to come so bad and you knew he didnât want to in his own pants.Â
He wanted you.Â
He needed you.Â
He needed to come inside you. More than he needed air. More than he cared about being able to walk again. All that clouded his thoughts was you. And especially right now, all he could think about was feeling your hot wet heat squeezing him as he released his hot seed into your pussy. Deep inside of you.
Staying deep inside you until he was sure he was spent. He wanted you to have all of his come. Not wanting to waste a drop.
You stopped moving your hips and practically had to rip his hands off your ass. You quickly removed your pants and underwear and pushed his just below his ass.Â
As much as you loved being against him. Skin to Skin. You needed him to be inside of you right that moment. And you needed to feel him come inside of you
You swiftly grabbed his cock and put it at your entrance and started to slowly sit down on him.
Miguel moaned your name when you slid just right past his head. âMmmm, babe. Itâs like you read my fucking mind.â
All you could manage to get out was a low whine, making him smirk. Since it had been so long it was feeling like the first time you two had sex. And it was almost too much for you to handle.
You sucked in a sharp breath when you were completely sitting on his cock. You felt like he was in your stomach. You placed your hand on your stomach like you had a baby in there. Miguel bit his lip then grabbed your ass even harder, eliciting a moan from you. He started to lift you up slowly, slamming you back down onto his cock. You couldn't help but let out a loud moan.
âM-Mi-Miguel, oh fuck!â You gasped. You may have been on top but he was still in control. He was making your mind go dizzy. You had to drop your hands onto his chest to bind yourself.
Miguel kept letting out groans, hearing your pussy squelch around him. He was so close to coming so fucking close. He started to bring you up and down at a faster pace. Saying a slew of curse words in Spanish.
âY/N, I want you to come for me. Do you wanna come for me?â Miguel spoke in between his grunts.Â
You tried to get out the words to respond to him but your words came out in babbles as you reached the tip of your climax you were so close and-
âDid you fucking hear me?â He growled as he took one hand from your hips and wrapped it against your neck.
Youâve never felt your climax hit you so hard and so fast. Your eyesight went spotty from how hard you shut your eyes. You love it so so sooo fucking much when heâs assertive.Â
You couldnât help yourself but moan out his name over and over again as you felt yourself get wetter as you milked his hot. Begging him to come not using so many words.
âSi, esa es mi chica.â He smiled at you and then you felt his dick twitch inside of you. He removed his hand from around your neck and put it back on your hip. Miguel quickly moved you no more than an inch up before slamming you right back down on his cock. He came while moaning. You will never get over how good it feels when he comes inside of you. Claiming you.
Miguel's climax made you come again
You clenched your pussy around him making sure you got every last drop of his seed. You bent down and gave him a slow kiss as you cut your breath.
âI love you so much handsome.â
âI love you most, mi amor.â
You lifted yourself off of him with a wince, having gotten used to him inside of you again. You went on to clean the both of you up.
You climbed back into the bed and then laid on his chest. You loved his afterglow after you two finished. You loved staring at his face and taking in every single one of his features as if you were outlining a picture of him on a piece of paper. He was so goddamn beautiful and you couldnât wrap your head around it.Â
You didn't realize you were dozing off til you woke up about an hour later and you continued to examine his face like you had been doing before you fell asleep. You could do this for the rest of your life.
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One Bed : Five Hargreeves / F!Reader
Part of the Tesoro Series (Can be read as a one shot)
Word Count : 3.7K
Summary : After a failed mission with the commission, both you and Five find a hotel to rest in. The only problem is, you'll have to share a bed. Aged up!Five. ( I do not own the umbrella academy or any of it's characters )
Warnings : Smut, cursing, mentions of headaches
âDamn It!â You groaned, leaning on your knees, your chest heaved. You changed back into yourself. Happy to be back in your body instead of a very hairy man with a limp. Your head pounded, you should have been more careful. After barely getting any sleep last night you should have known better than to push your abilities. You coughed, spitting bile out onto the pavement in front of you. A crackle of blue light appeared next to you before Five flew out of the portal. He was equally out of breath.
âWhere did they go?â He turned to you, throwing his hands up.
âI donât know,â you spit glaring at him, your emotions running high, âhe disappeared.â You waved in front of you. Your lungs screamed, drinking in oxygen in deep breaths, letting your lungs inflate to their limit before breathing out again.Â
âDisappeared?â He yelled, whipping his head to look at you. His hair falling out of his neat side part. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a strangled scream.
âWhere were you huh?â You hissed, narrowing your eyes âYou could have blinked after him if you were here!â He glared at you, his face scrunched into a sour expression.
âGod you are unbelievable!â He groaned, clenching his fists. His hands glowed blue before fizzling out, âI pushed myself too hard, I barely made it back to you!â You huffed rolling your eyes. Fighting would get you nowhere, Five loved arguing. When there was a fire lit in him he was an eternal flame, furning for days on end. Once you had stolen his favorite coffee mug, for no other reason than he had said something to piss you off. That was a week of hell you never wanted to relive.
âLook,â you took a breath, âweâre both tired, letâs just go find a hotel and get some rest.â You put your hands up in defeat.
He clenched his jaw, the muscle tightening. He huffed looking around.
âFine, but youâll follow my plan tomorrow, got it?â He pointed a finger at you. You didnât know if it was his age, but the way he would scold you like a child drove you insane.Â
âFine.â You said through gritted teeth. âShall we?â You asked motioning to your parked car. He moved past you, hitting your shoulder as he went. You sighed following him, hurt blooming in your chest. You hung your head as you walk to the car.
He stopped, turning back to look at you. You didnât have the best poker face, not with him at least. You looked down at the ground, refusing to meet his eyes. He bit his lip, guilt washing over him in waves.Â
Five had always been in agreement with himself, being alone in the apocalypse there was no room for second guessing. It was live or die every second of every day. When a simple infection from a paper cut could have as easily killed him as a broken bone, Five was always thinking ten steps ahead. Even after the commission picked him up his survival instincts hadnât fully gone away. Whether he was in the field or not, his primal instincts still had him making decisions quickly and with no room for reflection. This was his way of life, learning layouts of offices, the nearest escape routes. Until you barged into his life.
With you, Five was constantly second guessing his actions. Normally he wouldnât have given a shit if he was abrasive, cold or unfriendly. He didnât come to make friends, he came to save the world. He had a job to do, and more importantly a plan. To get back to his family and stop the apocalypse. You were never a part of that plan. He had already calculated his steps when you came in throwing in three more steps to an already difficult dance. Sashaying your way into his life and heart.Â
He walked in front of you, cursing himself as he opened up the door of the 1977 Isuzu Gemini SL Coupe. He gave you a small smile as you got in. He closed the door behind you before walking to the driver side and getting in.Â
You drove in silence, leaning your head on the window. It throbbed from having to change into so many people. You rubbed your temple, praying for a shower and a warm bed.
Fiveâs hands gripped the wheel, he was spent. His body ached and the cramp in his shoulder was getting worse as he drove. The stress probably wasnât helping. He stole glances at you every once and awhile. The only thing illuminating your face was the street lights as he passed under them.Â
He sighed under his breath, he shouldnât have snapped at you. And itâs not like he was mad at you, he was mad at himself. He had let the guy get away, he had been worried about your safety. He had lost you at the beginning of the warehouse. The whole time he had been jumping around looking for you instead of the target. He knew he had made a mistake, using his powers for his personal gain instead of the mission. If the handler only knew, he would never be assigned with you again. Good thing she didnât. As much as he tried to deny it he had started to enjoy working with you. You helped him maintain his humanity, like Delores had. You two were very similar, both kind, selfless, always thinking ahead. He admired your ability to stay true to your heart, even in your line of business.
He pulled off into a parking lot. Passing the glowing red sign that blinked vacancy. He rolled into a parking spot, putting the car in park. You both sat in silence, you sighed looking into the hotel lobby.
âI-â Five started before cutting himself off, you raised your head looking at him. He stared straight ahead, his hand lazily draped on the wheel. âIâm sorry.â He mumbled, his gaze dropped to his lap.
âItâs ok.â You said touching his arm, âWeâre both tired and overworked.â You looked over at him, your head throbbed. You shut your eyes covering them with your hand.
âIs it your head?â He asked, looking over at you. You nodded tears pricking in your eyes, âHey, letâs get inside.â He said squeezing your shoulder. You nodded, wiping away tears that slipped past your eyelashes. Five opened the door, stepping out of the car. You followed him into the hotel lobby, the bell ringing as Five opened the door.Â
You winced, sitting down on a leather chair. The fake leather had started to crack, you mindlessly picked at the flakes. The orange carpet under your shoes had multiple stains, you wrinkled your nose in disgust.Â
Five walked up to the counter, his hand hovered over the bell before he looked back at you. He put his hand back into his pocket and leaned on the counter.
âHello?â He said looking around. An older man walked out, he had a full unkempt mustache. Frizzy hair to his jaw, his tall body squeezed into a tweed suit. âOne room please.â He said handing him twenty bucks. The man nodded, plucking a key off the wall behind him. He handed it to him, Five turned the red pass over in his hands. He walked back over to you, your head in your hands. His heart squeezed in his chest, he needed to get you to bed. He gently shook your shoulder. âCome on,â he said, helping you to your feet. You gripped his bicep, leaning on him. Any sense of pride had left your body when your headache started. He led you to your room, putting the key in the hole. He had to jiggle it slightly before the lock gave out.
Fives face fell as he took in the room. Only one bed.Â
âDamn it.â He muttered, shaking his head, you walked over to the bed. Sinking down onto it as you reached down to untie your shoes. âIâll sleep on the floor.â He said matter of factly, sighing.
âFive.â He looked into your tired eyes. âWeâre both adults, just take the other side of the bed.â You shrugged off your suit jacket, pushing yourself off the bed. You pulled out a hanger and hung your suit jacket up. You unzipped your pants, Five felt heat creep up his neck. You had undressed in front of him before, why did this bother him so much? You unbutton your blouse, hanging it up as well. God, your head hurts. It was no longer throbbing, but pounding.Â
âIâm gonna go take a shower.â You mumbled walking to the bathroom.Â
Five sat down on the edge of the bed. He untied his shoes, setting them down next to the bedside table. He listened to the shower turn on, your soft voice humming as the rings of the shower curtain scraped across the metal bar. Five swallowed, his mind started to wander. He imagined you washing your body. The suds over your breasts, letting out a sigh of relief as the hot water washed over you. He felt his dick jump in his pants. He pictured your hands traveling lower down your body, over your soft stomach, reaching between your legs. His dick was standing at attention now. He had a good couple minutes before you would be out. He reached down, rubbing himself through his pants. He could only imagine your hands instead of his, your hot breath fanning over his neck, lips, ear. He leaned back, letting his back hit the bed. He tugged at his belt, undoing the buckle. He unbuttoned his pants pulling them down with his underwear. His dick, no longer confined to his pants, sprung free onto his stomach. He spit into his hand, lubricating his dick. He ran his palm over the tip, once, twice, before he noticed the water had turned off. He quickly pulled his pants back up, buttoning them. He stood up walking over to the window, pulling back the thin green curtain. Trying to act as nonchalant as possible.Â
You opened the door. Your hair still slightly damp, you had a fluffy robe wrapped around your body. He turned slightly to look at you. You smiled at him, the windows low light illuminating him perfectly. He was reminiscent of a painting of an angel, the hotel sign acting as holy rays behind him. He stood tall, his arms crossed over his broad chest.Â
âAll yours.â You sighed happily, throwing yourself onto the shitty mattress. The box spring whined as your body hit it. He nodded before taking a couple steps to the bathroom.Â
You laid back, combing through your hair with your fingers. You slipped under the covers, the throbbing in your head was now only a slight ache. You heard the water turn on, and shut off after a few minutes. Five opened the door, a towel hung low on his waist. Your eyes traveled down his body, for his toned chest to his firm stomach. You took in all his scars, one above his belly button, it looked like an old knife wound. Your eyes traveled further to his v, a small patch of hair leading from his chest to his hips. You looked away, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. He was drying his hair with a towel so thankfully he didnât see you ogling him. He walked over to the bed, pulling the covers back. He sank down, the bed dipping with his weight. He laid back, his arm brushing against yours. Electricity flew up your arm.
âNight.â You said softly, he hummed in response. You rolled over, away from him. Looking out the window, listening to his breathing.
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When you woke up, it was still dark. The sun hadnât come up but the sky was turning more of a light blue. You felt Fiveâs warm arm wrapped around your waist, and Fiveâs breath fanning across your neck. His hand was splayed out over your stomach, holding you tightly against him. You sighed contently, enjoying the closeness to the man you had come to develop feelings for. Although any pure thoughts disappeared when he rolled his hips against your ass. A low groan left his throat, which seemed to shoot directly to your core.Â
You froze, you could feel his erection pressing against you. Experimentally you rolled your hips back into his, he moaned nuzzling your neck.
The angel on your shoulder yelled in your ear to wake him up. You savored the feeling, trying to memorize exactly how he felt against you, saving the memory for a later time when you were alone in your apartment, before you nudged him slightly.
âHmmm?â He mumbled into your ear.
âFive, wake up.â You said nudging him again. He jolted up, taking in the situation.Â
âOh god,â he said, pulling away from you, his voice gravely from sleep. âJesus, I didnât mean, if Iâve made you uncomfortable in any way I-â he groaned, running a hand over his face.
âFive. Itâs ok,â You said, pulling his hand away. Looking at him in the low light, he was breathless, a light layer of perspiration on his body. Your mouth watered as you took him in. âIf you wanted to, I wouldn't be opposedâŠâ you trailed off your eyes locking onto his face. He froze, his lips slightly parted. He tilted his head, his brows furrowing. He stared down at his hands, deep in thought. âI donât want to pressure you into doing anything.â He said softly, you smiled. For a man who was always so self-assured, he seemed so unsure of himself.
âIâm offering. This is just to get some relief, no strings attached.â You said biting your lip, you untied your robe. Letting it fall around your body. Now having no protection from the cold night air, you felt your nipples harden. Fiveâs eyes raked over your body, you felt yourself grow hot under his gaze. He stared at you like you were a cool glass of water in the apocalypse.Â
Five was sure he had been murdered in his sleep. There was no possible reality where you were all but throwing yourself at him. All Five wanted to do was ruin you and make you his. Make you crave him as much as he craved you. He couldnât remember the last time he had even had sex, possibly in his early days at the commission, but only to get his dick wet. He didnât care about those girls, now you on the other hand were something special. And you were naked, in his bed.Â
âRight, no strings attached.â He repeated back to you. His fingers twitched and you could feel his hesitation. You grabbed one of his hands, squeezing it gently. You brought his hand up to your breast, he let out a shaky breath, his eyes finding yours for confirmation. You leaned forward to nibble his neck, kissing over the bites. He shivered his body tensing, you grinned your breath fanning over his jaw. He pinched one of your nipples, smirking as you gasped. He ducked his head, his mouth covering your other nipple, his tongue flicking the bud. Your hand tugged on his hair, he sighed around your breast.
âYouâre gonna be the death of me.â He groaned, you chuckled looking up at him through your eyelashes. His erection was now painfully stretching against his underwear, you grabbed him through his boxers. He let out a pained noise, like he was being stabbed instead of pleasured. He was puddy in your hands, ready to be shaped anyway you wished. He pushed you back against the bed. In a sudden shift in dominance, his lips found your neck, kissing and nipping slightly. You bucked against his body, your nipples rubbing slightly against his bare chest. His hands mapped a path down your body, like he was trying to memorize it. Unbeknownst to you he was. His fingers found your clit, testing the waters. You gasped, your hand finding its way into his hair. You pulled at his scalp slightly, earning a low groan from him. He slipped one finger inside you, curling it as he thrusted it inside you. You moaned softly, any pain from your headache was now long gone. He added a second finger, his eyes never leaving your face. You couldnât decide whether you wanted to cower under his gaze or beg for more. Your skin was ablaze, Fiveâs touch was electric, his incredibly eager fingers thrusting and curling inside you. You gripped the sheets, pleasure building in your stomach. That familiar coil tightening inside of you.Â
He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips, sucking them clean. âShit, youâre sweet.â He hummed, swiping the head of his dick down your folds, lubricating himself with your slick. You both shuddered as his velvety soft tip found your entrance.
âAre you sure about this?â He asked softly, his other hand rubbing light circles on your thigh. You hadnât expected him to be so doting, tales circulated around the commission of the absolute animal Five was in bed. But as his green eyes peered into yours, you could put those rumors to rest. You felt entirely bare, like he was peeling back the layers of your soul. The alarm bells had been ringing in your ears, this man was a killer. He was a survivor, stepping on anyone he had to, to get to where he was. He was a mercenary, follower of no moral code, but if he was all of these things why did he hold you like you were made of glass?
âYes.â You said, propping yourself up on your elbows. He lowered his gaze pushing the head of his cock in slowly. You both let out a moan, he hissed, baring his teeth.
âChrist youâre tight.â He sighed his eyes squeezing close. His hands gripped your hips, his nails dug in leaving crescent shaped marks. Although you couldnât seem to care, you had never felt so full in your life. Your hands gripped his thighs for dear life, a strangled cry left your throat as he thrust all the way in, knocking the breath out of your lungs. He stilled, a blissed out smile on his lips. You wiggled your hips, trying to get any stimulation from him.
âFuck me.â You whined, grabbing his face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes widened before a devilishly handsome smile split his face.
âYes maâam.â He started a slow rhythm, his dick spearing you every time he thrusted into you. Long, hard strokes. His cock rubbed at the spongy part inside of you and you mewled. âYou like that, sweetheart?â He teased a mischievous glint in his eye, you couldnât help but nod, stroking his ego along with his cock. He took the lead titling your hips up, throwing one of your legs over his shoulders. You needed him closer. Gripping at any part of him you could get your hands on, your nails raking down his back. He moaned, breathy and high pitched. Your breath was stolen out of your chest as he quickened his pace, going deeper than before.Â
âOh fuck, Five.â You groaned holding onto his shoulders, your tits bouncing.
âYouâre gripping me so good tesoro.â He grimaced, his eyes fluttering close. He let out a strangled cry against your leg. Biting down harshly before kissing your calf. You yelped fingernails digging into his thighs.
âIâm close, Iâm so close.â You babbled tears slipping down your cheeks, every part of you was screaming out in pleasure. This spurred him on, one of his hands traveled between the two of you rubbing tight circles on your clit. You swore you saw stars, your toes curled and you couldnât help the high pitched whine that ripped its way out of your throat. He leaned forward, his body looming over yours. His arms effectively trapping you underneath him. Working you through your orgasm as he grinded his hips against you, using your leg as leverage.Â
âIâm not gonna last.â He mumbled his forehead resting against yours, wincing slightly. You grinned, reveling in the fact that you had such an effect on him.
âCum then.â You said before sucking a deep purple mark on his neck. You felt his breath catch in his throat against your lips.
âS-shit.â He thrusted hard into you, âyouâre so fucking perfect,â He moaned his hips stuttering as he came. âOh god I love you.â You froze, he loved you? He stopped, pulling out almost immediately. âI donât know why I said that.â He recoiled, putting as much distance as he could between the two of you. He grabbed his discarded towel, covering himself with it as he stumbled off the bed. You pulled the sheet up, covering your breasts.
âFive itâs fine,â you said sitting up.
âNo. Itâs not.â He growled, the sudden shift in his demeanor made you recoil. You pulled the sheet tighter around your body, suddenly all too aware of your nudity. âThis never should have happened.â He motioned between the two of you.
âItâs just sex. Itâs not like you meant it!â You justified, your voice higher than you intended.
He stopped, the outline of his body harsh against the street lamp outside. His head turned slightly, allowing you to see only part of his face. You could see him mentally building his walls back up, brick and mortar in his eyes.
âFive, itâs not like you meant it.â You said it more as a question than a statement, hating the slight waver in your voice. His body tensed as he sucked in a breath, he raised his shoulders.
âNo. I must have been thinking of someone else.â He said coolly. Ouch. The air was sucked out of the room as he stormed into the bathroom. Slamming the door behind him. Your heart broke in your chest, slicing up your insides. You swallowed thickly, your mind struggling to keep up with Fiveâs constant whiplash. One minute heâs taking you to the gates of heaven only to taunt you as he drags you back to hell.Â
This was all your fault, you put your head in your hands. You shouldnât have suggested anything and just lived with the constant sexual tension.
No strings attached your ass.
part two here
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Marriage is just a piece of paper ~ Leon Kennedy oneshot
father-in-law!leon kennedy x daughter-in-law!afab!reader
summary - Leon has had his eyes on you ever since his son introduced you to him, and after the honeymoon he decides he wonât let your union come in the way of what he wants.
cw - this fic contains pseudo-incest and heavy smut; actions in this fic are not condoned; I do not condone everything I write; this is just fiction where real people cannot get hurt, continue at your own discretion // 18+ heavy smut (mdni), description of disappointing sex with partner, pseudo-incest, injury, slight hurt/comfort, touching, tit play, unprotected sex (p in v), back scratching, dirty talk, and coming inside. (word count: 2.4k)
Honeymoon. A period of harmony following marriage. The word is known and experienced by many, whether it is a short getaway, a dream vacation, everyone has the notion that the honeymoon entails a dream like state of beauty. You, like many others, dreamt of sharing a honeymoon with a lover for so long, expecting it to be one of the best moment of your life, next to the actual marriage ceremony. After all, itâs in the name with the connotations it provides. Honey implies sweetness, and the moon casts an imagery of beauty and romance.
But expectations tend not to be fulfilled.
You and your partner had everything planned: going to your dream destination, it was a smooth journey, didnât forget anything, surrounded by wonderful people, culture, many things to do and plenty of time to complete them and rest⊠But those weeks were the worst weeks of your whole relationship.
The first night was okay, nothing exciting. You got to your place and had some spontaneous sex, but it didnât quite hit the spot, you felt like you had to perform every moan, every whine, and every movement â but you just ignored that, thinking you were just tired from all the travelling. Then, you tried a second time, you felt zoned out and faked another orgasm, it wasnât one of your proudest moments. The third time, you two just stopped in the middle of everything because neither of you âfelt itâ, cleaning yourselves up and rolling over to go to sleep. You two were newly weds, but it felt like being trapped in a loveless marriage of 30 years.
The sex just stopped altogether on that journey. You did most things separately, him going on retreats and you staying at the beach; the only times you were together was just before bed watching whatever show the hotel allowed on and dinner time. This wasnât how things were supposed to be, but communication was a terrifying thing.
You two came back and were greeted with your house needing to have some renervations to be completed; you were lucky your partners father, Mr. Kennedy opened his home to you with no questions asked.
Mr. Kennedy was always lovely to you. You were terrified of meeting your partners father, but the moment you saw him all those fears melted away; he accepted you, supported and never made you feel unwelcome, he would even allow you to call him by his first name but you always felt uneasy and disrespectful.
You were now in a sea of thoughts about the honeymoon, analysing every moment and every bit of shared speech â but there was little speech to be focused on. Standing in the kitchen in a silky night dress that came to the midway of your thighs, distracting yourself with the coldest glass of water, the wet surrounding the glassy outlayer dampening your fingers as you stared out into the garden, surrounded by nothing but darkness and street lamps.
You were a wife. It was difficult to let that settle in, especially when the happiness of that wasnât even short lived, it was non existent. It seemed like god was playing a cruel joke on you, punishing you for maybe picking the wrong person, or not trying hard enough. Whatever it was, you wanted it to stop.
As you kicked your head back to finish the last drops, feeling the cold wave pass down your throat you turned around to put the glass away, startled at your sight of Mr. Kennedy standing in the doorway.
Smash.
The sound of glass hitting the tiled floor filled the room, leaving you to hurriedly trying to pick everything up in a panic, Mr. Kennedy coming to your aid.
âI-Iâm so sorry, sir, I didnât mean to, you know I wouldnât do this on purp⊠Ahh!â you felt a piece of sharp glass slide against your gentle and soft skin of your index finger, automatically shoving the tip of your finger into your mouth, feeling the metallic thick taste of blood coat your tastebuds.
âShh, shh, itâs okay dear, go sit down Iâll clean this up,â you hesitated at first just followed suit with sitting at the dinning room table just a few steps away from him; guilt eating at you as you heard the clatter of glass as he swept it all up.
The moment all the glass was swept away and collected in the bin, he came over to you with those kind eyes, motioning with his hands to come take a look at your finger.
âOoo, seems like a nasty cut,â he said with sympathy, reaching out to a box in the middle of the table and grabbing a band aid, before gently wrapping it around your finger, gently shushing you as you winced in pain.
âThank you, Mr. Kennedy,â you smiled.
âYou know itâs okay to call me Leon sweetheart,â you quickly apologised and rephrased your previous statement with the replacement of his last to his first name, âWhy are you here, shouldnât you be asleep, itâs quite late.â
âI could say the same thing to you⊠Leon.â
âStop avoiding the question. Whatâs wrong? My son hasnât hurt you has he?â a streak of protectiveness was shown.
âNo. No. Heâs been wonderful. Just⊠Just kinda getting used to the whole⊠being a wife thing,â the tone of your voice dropped in the last few words, you still couldnât comprehend that you were a wife, especially with the lack of opportunity to feel like one.
âTrouble in paradise? You shouldnât be having those thoughts, itâs too early for that.â
He wasnât wrong.
âThe honeymoon wasnât exactly a honeymoon. We barely spent time together.â you felt him look at you differently, just then, feeling like his gaze was never going to sway and feeling like it was glued to your form, âanyways⊠thank you for helping me, I best get some sleep.â
As you were walking to your room, you were stopped with a rough hand grab your wrist. You never experienced this before with him. He never touched you like this; the only times he touched you was to hug you.
âWhy donât you stay⊠I could keep you company⊠Besides I canât sleep anyways, Iâm sure my son wouldnât appreciate being awoken to you coming back to bed,â there was a small moment of feeling alarmed, just then, but that was easily and quickly diluted to how much trust you had in him.
You sat back down in your seat, feeling his gaze get stronger as the thin strap of your nightdress elegantly fell to the side; you didnât think much of it and went to put it back in place, but Leon bet you to it. He leaned in and let his fingers tuck onto the band, placing it back on your shoulder and letting it linger there for a few moments before gliding down the soft skin of your arm â all you could do was blush at how close he was, and how touchy he was starting to become.
You should have turned him down right then; but you would be lying to yourself if you said you didnât like him taking the freedom to get closer to you. All you could do was let out a soft giggle to ease the tension of unspoken words and exchanging glances between you two.
âI donât know why he didnât spend that much time with you. I wouldnât leave your side,â your blush was getting intense, feeling how warm your face was and how your body was beginning to tremble with slight tremors due to his gaze.
âThank you⊠I appreciate that⊠But I guess thatâs what I have to get used to⊠besides married couples do tend to spent more time apart⊠or so Iâve heard.â
âYes many do,â he took the invitation to have his hand place on your exposed thigh, roaming it up and down and slightly lifting your silky dress, so close it exposed your lack of underwear; Leon looked at your cunt with hunger as he felt his cock grow with looks and fantasies building from just imagining to fill that pretty pussy of yours, to give you everything he wanted to over the years. You sat there for a moment, wanting him to just take you, to smash your body against the table and feel him fuck you hard â but you were a wife.
You slowly pulled down the hem of your dress, looking away and not wanting to greet that blue eyed gaze that was already undressing you with suggesting staring.
âYou know, the couples that do stray away from one another do it for a reason,â his hand ventured further and you could feel his fingers just hoovering around your pulsating heat, âsometimes that distance helps people find the one they need. It starts with just one night, then another, and then they find the right person.â
He wanted you. God he fucking needed to feel you, to hold you, to hear you, he wanted that for years and now he was taking the chance.
â⊠Iâm not a bad person⊠This is wrong,â morality and sexual wanting was fighting in your brain, you needed a sweet release but knew betraying your husband was despicable, how would you feel if he laid with another ?
âYou canât deny that you want me⊠Is it so bad to indulge in a natural instinct, after all marriage for love is a new conception⊠The human body knows what it wants,â his voice was thick and smooth like honey, it enticed you with temptation running its course through each and every word and action Leon gave to you.
âAnd we live in a world where the conception is practiced. I married your son⊠I made vows that man, I signed the papers,â you tried to argue.
âMarriage is just a piece of paper, sweetheart⊠And right now, you canât deny we both want to rip that paper up as much as I want to rip that dress from off of you,â he was leaning even closer.
âWill you⊠Will you keep it a secret?â if you were going to indulge in immorality you needed to cover your tracks.
âIâll keep it a secret. I wonât tell anything you donât say first. Now let me see if my fantasies come close to reality.â
Just then you felt a heat pool in every corner inside your body, feeling that urge and letting it make you lunge right into his arms, and letting him kiss you has hard as he wanted, feeling your lips collide with each interlock as your tongues glided against one anotherâs as he roamed his hands along your body as if he was your actual husband. You quietly moaned as his grabbed the fat of your ass, leaving an imprint of his hand the harder he squeezed it.
âMmm,â you moaned continuously within that deepening kiss that made your core get hotter and needier, you felt Leon grow against you as he finally pulled the straps of your dress and tugged the material harshly, leaving the straps to snap off, and leaving you fully exposed under his scrutiny and the cold bite of the air surrounding you both.
âFuck. You look even better than I imagined,â he cooed in your ear as he let his large and calloused hand grab your prominent breast, making you yelp at his touch, having him grab harder and with purpose the more he kissed you, and left bites on your lower lip.
âOh god,â you groaned as you tossed your head back the moment he let his thumb and index finger trap your pebbled nipple and pinch it, rolling the bud along his fingers as he left you panting. âL-Leon,â you let out a whispered hush, just before he pushed his lower half into you and made you collapse on the table, leaving you to sit and wait for his next move.
You watched as he stripped himself and exposed his strong phsique, getting you even wetter as he frayed his hands by his waist and pulled down his pants, exposing his large and erect member that was tinted with a blush of red and wet with precum, waiting to come inside your entrance. You bit your lip as he started to stroke along the shaft, pumping himself before meeting the tip of his cock in your wet folds; you whimpered with just his slight touch, you wanted needed him. You felt yourself grow more impatient the more he slid along the folds that left a slick on his cock, leaving him to play at smirk at the corner of his lips to himself.
He finally had you.
âDo you want me?â he whispered in your ear.
âOf course I do.â
âYou would have made a great wife for me,â he uttered as he slowly pressed his length inside you, releasing a laboured and long breath as he felt your wet walls surround him, feeling you clasp around him and beg to make you his. âFuck, you feel amazing,â he hissed.
You let your body go and feel every single thrust Leon pumped into you, hearing his gutteral groans and dirty whispers in your ear everytime he pushed his large, throbbing cock inside and hit that perfect spot just right. You press your mouth against his shoulder, trying so hard not to let out your moans and wake your real husband up.
âGod, all I want is to hear that pretty mouth scream my name,â he uttered.
âHeâs g-gone tomorrow.â
He raised an eyebrow out of interest: âOh, I thought this was a one time thing,â he slowly released as he continued to thrust himself in your aching pussy, his fingers pressed into your hips as he forced himself inside.
âI need you so much more.â
You saw a glimmer cross his blue eyes, a darkening clouding his vision just before he smashed his lips against yours, groaning into your mouth as he rocks his hips back and forth, picking up the pace to fuck that pretty pussy of yours.
He thumbs your puffy clit as he continues to fuck and drill into your cunt, jabbing that sweet spot over and over again.
âI want you to cum on me, I want to see your face as you do it,â he moans as he continues to maintain the pace with bucking his hips forward and circling your sensitive bud, making your breathing depending and elongating every time he messes with you.
You reach your peak with his masterful movements, letting out pants as you cover his cock with your release; shuddering, you not long after feel his nails dig into your back, lightly scratching and making you wince, as he releases streams of hot cum inside you, making your eyes roll back to your head as you feel him pump his seed further into you and make you his.
âYouâre mine now, sweetheart.â
a/n: when i posted this on my wips post (in pinned post) i saw excitement to the father in law leon so i just had to post it. i will say ik itâs a little rushed but i wanted to get it out a bit quicker, i might also write some more father in law stuff, weâll see. i hope you lot like this and all engagement is appreciated *kiss kiss*
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could you do a pt2 of the zombie outbreak with ghost, maybe the zombie outbreak ends and they get used to being a normal couple? idk
after the world ends (p2)
this is part two of my ghost apocalypse au, you can read part one here!
a/n: thank you so much for all the love on part 1 and for this request which inspired part 2! i hope it's what you imagined <3 (1k words)
pairing: simon ghost riley x reader
tags/warnings: apocalypse au, fluffy, some descriptions similar to ptsd, starting a family, the ending they deserved ;')
day 154 of the apocalypse, 5 months after the first outbreak, 2 months after the second.
time creeped on slowly as the days melted into weeks, and then months. youâd become quite accustomed to life behind the fence, picking up various skills to make yourself useful in camp. the others had taught you everything you needed to know. you could now fish, hunt, cook - survival was something that came so naturally now, it was like your life before never happened. like it had always been this way. on your trips out of camp with soap, you had noticed shoots of grass and leaves sprouted up through the concrete over time and covered your city in an overwhelming green haze.Â
other than the odd trip outside the safety of the fence, your days were calm and laid back. you often spent them laying out by the river with simon, watching the water flow past in the warm spring air. more recently though, youâd looked after the german shepherd you had found with soap in the city, which you had lovingly named riley after your love. there was always plenty to do - things needed fixing up, whether that be the equipment or each other.Â
in the evenings, you no longer watched soap and ghost talking from your tent - you sat alongside them at the campfire, simonâs large hand holding yours. you shared stories of your lives before the outbreak, dreaming of what youâd do when the world turned the right way around again - if that would ever happen. and when your conversations died down, simon led you to his bed and you spent the night with your head on his chest, listening to his faint heartbeat to drown out the sounds of the infected who got too close to the fence.
it wasnât all smooth sailing; some of the others in camp had fallen sick and the nearest pharmacy was completely stripped by other groups, leaving nothing to treat your own wounded campmates. illness spread like wildfire here and all you could do was nurse their wounds and cook hot meals to lift their spirits and provide warmth. a few lost their lives to disease or to the zombies, but most fought on, struggling through the days.
youâll never forget the moment when you heard about the cure.Â
head resting on simonâs shoulder, swaying gently to the faint crackle of the radio. his hands gently gripping to your waist, holding you close like he never wanted to let you go. it was a routine that you both had for a few weeks now, after your first night together in the tent. rocking gently to the music as the sun glowed shades of pink and orange in the late evening. "my girl, i'll marry you when this is over." he'd tell you every time you held each other like this. simon had never felt so enamoured with someone in his whole life. he couldn't wait for the day you shared his last name. it was what kept him going through all this - the thought of living a normal life with you on the other side. soap sat nearby, cleaning up whatever heâd found during the day, cheesing over the action figures he found in the house he raided, watching as you and simon fell utterly in love with each other.
the music cut off and the announcer said that a cure had been developed to treat the infected. and suddenly you remembered everything that you had left behind 5 months ago.
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four years later, you sat out on the porch of your home with a cold drink, watching simon play with your daughter in the backyard. he proposed to you as soon as you heard the radio broadcast and you married shortly after normality returned, falling pregnant and buying a house together. it never really got any easier - cuts turned into scars and memories of your days in camp turned sour, plaguing your dreams. often youâd wake up in a cold sweat, fear running through you like you were still there. but simon never failed to bring you back to earth again, stroking your hair and shushing you to sleep again. soap visited often, riley always jumping up at him madly as he stumbled through the front door. your daughter had grown accustomed to calling him âuncle johnnyâ, which he loved and it made him well up the first time he heard her say it.
nothing would really be the same again - you had lost most of your friends and family, and the world never quite got back to the way it was before.
but in a way, that was okay. because so much good came from it.Â
âmommy, look!â you daughter giggled madly from the bottom of the garden. you snapped out of your thoughts, eyes landing on your 4-year-old daughter who was halfway up the tree at the bottom of the lawn.
âi- i did try to tell âer not to,â simon sighed, walking up to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, âbut you know what sheâs like... little adventurer.â
you couldnât help but laugh. it definitely wasnât the first time sheâd gone up there - she climbed up it like sheâd done it a thousand times before.
âreminds me of someone i know.â simon said, looking down at you in your chair, nothing but love in his eyes. he kissed you sweetly, reminding you of the first time your lips touched that night in your tent.Â
âiâll start making dinner, yeah?â he finished, hand gently squeezing your arm before heading into the kitchen. you really did get so lucky the day you crossed paths in the woodland.
âcan someone help me down?!â your daughter shouted, riley barking up at her playfully as she clinged tightly to the branches.
âyeah, honey, iâm comingâ you replied, placing down your drink and heading down the garden.
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Better Boyfriend than Him (18+) pt.3
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Preview: Part 1, Part 2 the more time you spend in Jessieâs bed the more you start to realize maybe itâs more than good sex
Warnings: Smut (18+), frat boy Jessie vibes, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), strap on (r receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, praise kink, overstimulation, edging, cursing
WC: 4.9k
A/N: this is like a 50/50 smut/not smut split. For the sake of this series continuing it unfortunately couldnât just be straight banging, so thereâs a little plot.
âPlease, Jessie, please.â You yelled into your pillow as Jessie was behind you thrusting roughly, her thighs slapping hard against the back of yours. She was putting so much force into you that you were gripping the bed sheets to prevent your body from moving. Your body was exhausted but you fought against her thrusts to keep your knees under you.
Letting her use the strap on you had been like opening the floodgates of sex between the two of you. You had both fallen asleep together in her bed after the first time she used it on you. When you woke up Jessie had moved to the living room where she was sitting watching tv. You had sat down next to her, it only took a few minutes for her hand to move onto your thigh and before you knew it, she was kneeling in front of the couch with her face buried between your legs making you cum for the third and fourth time that day. Instead of coming over to just hang out with her, you came over to hang out, but also you werenât going to turn down mind blowing sex.
You felt bad for both of your neighbors over the past few weeks, you alternated between your place and hers but it was still an excessive amount of sex being had that your poor neighbors had to hear. The sex had somehow managed to get better, youâre not sure how but it had. You were beginning to try more things, but Jessie was still hesitant about being too fast or hard on you. She still need some encouragement here and there, sometime getting caught up in the fact that she cared about you more than her other hookups, unable to completely let herself go. She tended to be soft, making sure her actions were slow, gentle.
You could feel when she would hold herself back from being rough. Sheâd get caught up and move faster or harder, youâd let out a whimper or a cry out of surprise or pleasure and sheâd immediately slow back down much to your dismay. Despite your encouragement, she kept it gentle. While it was nice and made you feel comfortable and safe at the beginning, but you were secretly dying for her to be rough with you.
Thatâs how you both ended up here. You had decided to tease her all day in hopes it would lead to some rougher behavior from her. Today was one of the busiest days you had, 3 classes in a row followed by a lab. You had worn your lowest cut shirt and the smallest bra you owned, making sure your chest was fully on display. You had picked out a red lacy thong that you had just bought yourself with the idea of Jessie taking it off in mind.
When you sat down next to her in your first class you watched her eyes attach to your chest, her mouth falling slightly open.
âLike what you see Fleming?â You gently shake your chest in her direction.
âAre you trying to make me fail?â
âNo. If anything Iâm helping you. If youâre good today and pay attention during class Iâll let you see what Iâve got under my skirt.â You lean over, letting your hot breath tickle her neck and ear ânot to give away the secret but itâs lacy and red and I bought it with you in mind.â
Her face flushes but she grabs out her notebook and a pen. You watch as she actually takes notes in class for once, instead of just doodling and then asking you for help later when she doesnât understand something.
You continue to tease her over the next few classes, you can tell sheâs becoming more and more frustrated as the day goes on. Sheâs more frequently glancing at your chest, biting her lip, she even tries to place her hand on your thigh in your last class. Quickly pushing her hand away she sends a begging glance your way. You turn to her and mouth âlaterâ to her. She rolls her eyes and goes back to taking notes.
Thatâs how you ended face down, ass in the air with Jessie pounding herself into you. You finally had broken through and she was being rough with you.
She had thrown you around the second you walked into her apartment. She had nearly ripped your shirt pulling it over your head and stripped you of your bra while you were still against the wall in the hallway to her bedroom. She had ordered you to leave the thong on after she pushed you onto her bed. She had walked to her dresser, grabbed the strap and lube as she usually did and came back over to you. Her hands had spread your legs, and she dropped her face to start teasing you.
She had licked and touched you through the fabric of your underwear, making you feel some of the same teasing that you had put her through all day. She had grabbed the fabric between her teeth, pulling it back before letting it snap against your skin making you moan.
Instead of taking it off Jessie had pushed the fabric to the side, holding it with her thumb, and let her tongue start pleasing you. Each time she would feel your legs begin to shake and your grip on her head get tighter, sheâd pull back much to your disappointment. She was edging you, teasing you as much as she could and it was ruining you. You whined after she pulled away for the second time.
âOh my god, Jessie seriously?â You were getting frustrated with her the way sheâd get you so close to the edge and pull away.
âThis is what happens when youâre a fucking tease all day. Wearing that tight fucking shirt, putting your tits on display for everyone, telling me about this tiny little thing.â She snaps the elastic of your thong again. âYou did this to yourself.â
You were so sensitive, squirming under her as she held you in place, after the third time she pulled away when she returned she added fingers into you with her tongue. It took only a couple thrusts before you closed your legs around her, cumming hard on her face and fingers. Jessie wasnât done, not satisfied with her reward for being a good student today she continued.
Giving you no time to recover she pulled down your now soaking wet thong, leaving you completely bare. She had flipped you over and pulled your hips up and toward her own. She had never fucked you in this position before, you usually were facing each other in some way. Not wanting to actually hurt you she had still paused to put lube on despite how wet you already were, your arousal dripping down making your thighs and the bed wet. She had pushed into you at a quick but still sensible pace. The new position made your hole even tighter, you felt her stretching you out.
Jessie didnât wait this time for you to say anything, she started thrusting immediately pulling the whole length out, leaving just the tip touching your entrance before slamming her hips back into yours. The first few thrusts were pleasure mixed with pain but something about the mixed feeling, torn between pushing her away and wanting to pull her even closer was exhilarating.
âYouâre taking me so fucking well. Being such a good girl.â You hadnât explicitly discussed it but Jessie had quickly realized you had a small praise kink. She had accidentally called you a good girl another time in bed and you had blushed at the phrase while letting out a dirty moan. It shouldâve been obvious given that you were a people pleaser, a teacher's pet, it made sense that being told you were doing well was a turn on.
âSo perfect for me, you're being such a good reward, letting me take you like this, letting me do whatever I want to you. So good.â
Jessieâs words were surprising, in the numerous times you had slept together in the past week, she had never been this vocal. Some moaning and a couple words here and there but it was simple stuff. Her telling you youâre doing good, that you feel good, taste good, but never to the extent of what she was telling you now.
With the previous edging and orgasm itâs only a couple minutes before youâre shaking under her,
âYou want to cum again? Make a mess on my cock?â
âMhmmâ not able to get out words you moan in response. Her thrusts stop, her dick fully inside of you. She leans forward somehow making it feel like the strap on was even further inside of you. Her hand comes up to grab your hair and pull your head up and off the pillow. Youâre now looking at the ceiling and can just barely see Jessieâs face
âGood girls use their words.â Those words falling from her mouth in a husky voice is nearly enough for you to cum without any further stimulation.
âYes I want to cum.â Youâre able to get out the words now that sheâs not pounding into you.
âAsk the right way.â Her grip on your head tightens as she waits for you to beg for her.
You werenât fully sure what she meant by the right way, but you knew sheâd tell you if it was wrong.
âPlease Jessie, please make me cum, I want to cum for you, can I?â Youâre whining, hoping she doesnât deny your plea. You didnât have much experience with dirty talk, you had previously felt uncomfortable saying much of anything in the bedroom, but with Jessie it was comfortable and she made you want to beg.
âGood girl.â She says as she drops your hair moving her hands back to your hips. Her thrusting picks up right where it left off, sheâs picking up speed, you're being thrown forward so hard you have to put your hands on the headboard to make sure you donât hit it.
âFuck, Iâm going to cum Jess, please.â
âGo ahead.â She says so calmly, as if she was giving you permission to take the last piece of cake, not for you to unravel underneath her in a writhing mess. Unable to hold yourself up as you give in to your orgasm you collapse onto the bed, laying down flat, your face turned to the side, eyes screwed shut, youâre biting your lip so hard youâre sure there will be blood, groans coming through your teeth.
Jessie doesnât stop when you collapse under her or when she feels your legs shaking. She lowers herself to stay inside of you. She keeps thrusting as you cum around her.
âJessâ a whine comes from your lips trying to let her know you were on your way to being oversensitive, the edging from before taking its toll.
âGive me one more.â She demands from behind you.
âI canât.â Youâre really not sure if you can or not, the feeling between your legs is so overwhelming youâre not sure how much longer you can take it.
âYes you can and you will. Be a good girl. You wanted to cum, Iâm letting you cum.â
Her praise has you wanting to listen to her, wanting to follow her command. She puts her body weight onto you, sheâs warm and sweaty, the new angle gives you a slight relief as sheâs hitting a new spot inside of you but itâs only a few seconds later that you feel another orgasm surface again.
Your moans get softer until youâre left with your mouth open, no noise coming out as you have your third orgasm that afternoon. This one was short, pleasure running through your body only for it to be immediately followed up by the pain of overstimulation. Tears start to fill your eyes, you whole body feels like itâs on fire, every nerve ending screaming at you. Instinctively you try to pull yourself away from Jessie as she continues to fuck into you but her weight is holding you to the bed, unable to move.
âFuck Jessie. Stop, stop!â You're able to throw your hand behind your back finding her hips that had already stalled at your word to stop. âFuck.â
Jessie is frozen behind you, she doesnât move at all. The strap is halfway into you, it remains there as she stops moving.
âWhat do you want me to do? Pull out?â Her voice that was previously full of confidence and arrogance is now one of concern and comfort.
âNo, donât pull out yet, just give me a second.â You were done, you wanted her to pull out but knew the sensation of her sliding out would be uncomfortable in the moment.
âYou donât have to be frozen Jess.â You could feel how tense she was behind you. Trying to reassure her that she wasnât going to break you if she moved. She readjusts slowly putting more of her weight off of you and onto her own legs, making sure not to move her hips and change how she was inside of you.
âTake it out please.â Feeling yourself relax enough, you tell her to pull out. Jessie follows your direction, gently moving her hips back from yours to pull out. You curse into the pillow as she does, the drag of the strap against your overly sensitive walls was uncomfortable.
âDid I hurt you?â You can't see, still face down in the pillow, but she sounds quiet and far away, you no longer can feel her touch against your skin.
âNot really? I donât know?â Youâre really not sure, youâve never been so overstimulated, it wasnât necessarily painful but it wasnât a good feeling. It was on the tiny line between pain and immense pleasure. Using what strength you had left you use your arms to push yourself up and flip over. Jessieâs hands grab your calves and help move your legs, resting one on each side of where she was sat back on her feet. âIt was just too much I think. But Iâm not hurt, no.â
âIâm sorry.â
âNo need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. Technically you did everything right, you did it so well, I couldnât handle it.â You make a joke trying to lighten her mood. She grabs the strap on the harness and slides them off, picking up each leg to slide it off and tossing it to the floor.
âCan I lay down?â You know sheâs referring to if she can lay down on top of you, a small action she had started doing after sex. She had done it out of exhaustion the first few times and once when she didnât do it, you had made a comment about it. Now she does it everytime. There was something so safe about both of you laying, skin to skin, after letting her do unmentionable things to you just moments before.
âPlease do.â You werenât sure if this time it was more for you or her. It was usually you asking for her to lay but the way you could read the guilt on her face made you realize that maybe today, being able to lay on you would help her more than it would you.
She gently places her body on top of yours, her arms wrap about and under your back, her face falls into the crook of your neck. You face goes to the same place on her. You stay wrapped together, neither of you moving, just breathing and holding each other.
âI think I got a little carried away.â She says into your neck. Jessie presses herself up, putting her face above yours. âIâm sorry. I just, with the teasing all day, not that itâs your fault. I just got so pent up, I shouldâve checked in before we started. To see if it was okay to be like that.â
âHey itâs okay, I would've told you to do exactly what you did, the whole reason I teased you was because I wanted to rile you up, to get you to be rough with me.â
âYou want me to be rough?â She gives you a questioning glance.
âYes, Iâve been trying to get you to be for a couple days now.â You let your hand gently drag up and down her back reassuring her with physical touch.
âOh. Sorry I was too rough.â You can tell by her face she still feels guilty.
âPlease donât feel bad about what just happened. I really enjoyed it Jessie, it just became too much. But I really liked how you were talking to me.â Your hands come up to cover your face as you admit to her you liked her dirty talk.
âOh yeah?â Her cockiness comes back for a moment. She moves your hands away from your face and plants a kiss on your lips. Itâs a quick kiss, nothing sexual about it. She had been doing that more often. Giving you kisses when youâd walk by, giving you a kiss when youâd show up at her door, a kiss when you get ready to go back home.
âDo you need anything? Water? Food? Do you need pain meds?â
âMaybe just a shower.â Normally Jessie took the time to clean you up after you had sex, sheâd bring a towel or washcloth with warm water and gently clean you up, but after today she had wanted to stay close to you, not wanting to even wander off as far as the bathroom for a couple minutes.
âYeah of course.â Jessie moved off of your body, hopping off the bed and standing next to you. She held her hands out to you. Feeling the soreness already setting in you swung your legs over the side of the bed and hopped onto the floor. Jessie held your hands before moving a hand to your waist watching you wobble as you began to step toward the bathroom. She turned on the water for you and grabbed out a fresh towel.
âIâll be in the living room if you need anything, just shout and Iâll come.â She turns to leave. Part of you wants to ask if sheâll join you. You decide against it. Jessie had yet to fully undress in front of you at any point during sex. She had made it routine to take off her shirt and pants but never further than that. You were okay with that, you didnât mind being on the receiving end, but you also had a small urge to return the favor. You wanted to make her feel even half as good as she had been able to make you feel. You wanted to make her feel comfortable and safe enough with you to take them off if she wanted to.
You couldnât help but think if sheâd been intimate in that way with anyone else. Youâre sure she had but the more you thought about it, you could only recall times she had talked about her doing things to girls, never anyone returning the favor. You shook that thought from your head, that was her choice, not for you to push.
Jumping from one thought to the next your brain brought up the question of what were you doing? What was the point with Jessie? Was it just experimenting? Was it just for fun? Was she just a good fuck? Friends with benefits maybe? The longer you stood under the water the longer you thought about her. The longer you thought about the brown hair, brown eyed girl waiting in the other room, the more you realized, you maybe didnât want to just be friends with benefits. You quickly shut off the water, realizing you had been in the shower a significant amount of time and Jessie would probably come to check on you if you didnât emerge shortly.
You stepped out, wrapping a towel around your chest. You moved to the other side of the bathroom, taking a second to look in the mirror. You pulled the towel open, to look at the full extent of Jessieâs work. You were littered with hickeys, some from days before, now a light yellow shade as they nearly faded. Others a deep blood red, from only a few minutes ago. She had put them everywhere, your stomach, your chest, your collarbone, shoulders, hip bones, there were a few on the inside of your thighs. There were a few tiny ones on your neck. All low down that they could be easily hidden with a hoodie, your only request to her. As you looked at each one you could remember the feeling of her lips and tongue, taking the time to make the mark on your skin.
âAdmiring something?â Jessieâs voice startles you, causing you to jump.
âJust the marks you left.â You turn to her, holding your towel still open. Her eyes drag over your body slowly, stopping for a second at each mark.
âSome of my finest work.â She smirks at you. âSorry I didnât mean to scare you, you were just taking a while, wanted to make sure you were still standing.â
âYeah sorry I just got lost in though. If your water bill is extreme this month Iâll cover it.â You wrap yourself back up in the towel.
âDo you want some other clothes? I canât imagine that bra is in the slightest bit comfortable.â Sheâs already rummaging through her drawers for a shirt and sweatpants. She tosses both in your direction. âUnderwear too? I think I have a clean pair of yours from a different time.â Her hands flip through a stack of clothes in a wash basket. The pair of underwear comes flying from her hand in your direction.
âYeah it wasnât super comfortable and neither was the thong but it was worth it.â You pull on the clothes she gave you. A pair of her UCLA sweatpants and a plain black shirt were a lot more comfortable than the outfit you had been wearing. After dressing you follow Jessie out to her living room. She had gotten out a textbook and notebook paper while you were in the shower.
âWow, did I turn you into a good student or something?â You say sarcastically, Jessie usually didnât pull out school work unless you encouraged her to. âIf you had just told me all it took was a good bra and a tight shirt to get you to take your own notes I wouldâve whipped out a tit a long time ago.â
She looks up at you, unamused by your joke. Moving into her kitchen you grab yourself a glass and fill it before moving back to where Jessie was sitting.
You both work side by side on your assignments, you notice you have to help Jessie less than normal, or maybe itâs just sheâs trying harder than she normally does. You can tell when she starts to struggle with a question. Normally sheâd turn to you for an explanation, instead today sheâll try it herself. Sheâll use the textbook, she even opens the notes she had taken in class, and then if she still needs help sheâll poke you with her pen until you look at her. Itâs a nice change, seeing her put forth more effort than normal toward school.
If anything it was you having a hard time getting your work done today. You couldnât stop thinking about what it was you and Jessie were doing. The same question of was it just friends with benefits, crept up and over again.
âCan I ask you something?â You let the words come out before you have the chance to second guess it.
âAnything.â Jessie says not looking up from where she was writing on her paper. You both had always responded that way when asking each other if you could bring something up. It was what made you such good friends, the openness and communication with one another.
âWhat are we doing?â
âIâm doing calculus, I donât know what youâre doing though, you have out your chemistry book but youâre doing physics homework.â
âNo Jessie, I mean what are we doing? With the sex?â This draws her attention. She puts her pen down and looks at you.
âWhat do you mean?â
âIs it just meaningless sex to you?â You needed to know, was this just a hookup for her. You wanted to know if youâd be replaced as soon as she found someone else more suitable, someone who could handle her without stopping her.
âItâs definitely not meaningless.â
âThen what is it?â
âI donât know, what do you think it is?â She deflects the question back at you.
âI donât know Jessie, I thought it was just fun, originally I did. But recently, I donât know. And itâs making me question things and itâs just a little overwhelming.â
âI know what you mean.â
Unsure of what to say you just sit, biting your lip as you think. âIâm not sure if Iâm just confused, because weâre so close and weâve been friends for a while, and now with the sex, I donât know, I canât tell what my feelings are, but theyâre different then they were before.â You were pretty sure you were developing feelings for her. You had also never had feelings towards another girl so that added confusion on top of the confusion of her being your best friend. âI think about you a lot, more than I did before.â
âI do too, think about you a lot more than I used to. Itâs confusing.â
âWould you want to try figuring that out? Like us together?â This was your poor attempt to ask her out on a date, to try exploring those feelings and seeing where they took you.
âAre you implying we date?â
âI donât know, maybe?â
âI donât really date, you of all people should know that based on my history.â
âYeah well based on my history I donât really have sex with women but apparently things can change.â You throw up your hands in frustration. Jessie doesnât say anything. She just sits, her pen now back in her hand as she plays with it.
âYou know what, forget I said anything.â Embarrassed now that she had essentially rejected your offer on a date you closed your textbook and started to back your stuff. You didnât want to sit here with her after being rejected.
âNo wait.â Jessie puts her hand on top of the textbook stopping you from putting it into your backpack. âI just donât really know how to.â
âHow to what?â
âHow to do the whole dating thing. I havenât actually dated anyone in years, and the last time I did it ended so badly, I just decided to ignore feelings and decided to just stick with sleeping around since, no feelings, no commitments, just the fun, and Iâve been doing that for so long, I donât know how to do dating. I donât think Iâd do it right.â
âThereâs no right way to do it. Itâs however weâd want to.â You couldnât believe you were having this conversation, that there was a small possibility that this could work. âThatâs the thing about dating, itâs a trial and error process, thatâs why people donât just jump straight to marriage, dating is for learning. Think of it this way, nothing would really change with us, we already hang out everyday, we know everything about each other, we know the sexual chemistry is there, it would just be adding in the couple-y things.â
âOkay, trial and error, I can do that with you. Iâm just nervous Iâll end up losing you. If something were to happen.â
âIs that a yes, you want to try this?â You gesture between the two of you.
âYes.â Jessie nods, a small smile across her face.
âOkay. I should get going then.â You pick up the textbook you were in the process of packing up, actually throwing it into your backpack this time before sliding the bag onto your shoulders.
âWhat? Why?â She jumps up from her position on the floor, concerned why youâd be leaving after you just agreed to date.
âI have a hot date to pick up tonight, I have to get ready.â You wink at her and see the realization cross her mind that she meant you. âBe ready by 6.â You check your watch quickly, making sure that gives both of you enough time to get ready. She follows you to the door and you turn to face her to say goodbye. She leans in to steal a kiss but you move your head and place your hands on her shoulders stopping her from coming closer.
âI donât kiss before the first date. Try again tonight.â You send her a smirk and she rolls her eyes at you. You step out and close the door to her apartment behind you. Reality starts to set in, you just asked her out, and she said yes. Butterflies build up in your stomach, you were taking her out on a date, your best friend.
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We Belong Dead| Alastor x Dead Wife!Reader
A/n: Hey everyone I know itâs been a LONG time since Iâve written something and Iâm sorry itâs not DC related but I finished Hazbin with my fiancĂ©e MONTHS AGO and Iâve been wanting to write Alastor soooo bad! With all of that being said, let it be known that I do NOT condone or agree with any of the questionable actions and opinions of Vivienne Medrano, but I DO enjoy this show and a lot of the characters.
Warning(s): Floofy but suggestive, Alastor âusingâ reader and reader just kind of going along with it, mentions of murder, sad at first, human Alastor and reader mentioned, temporary unrequited love, Demi romantic Alastor, Alastor because heâsâŠAlastor, mentions of marriage, canon divergence, suicide, death, loooooong introduction and plot hđ«
âMama, weâre gonna get married!â
Alastor had decided that you were both ready for marriage in the middle of the school yard and decided to announce this as his mother came to pick him up.
His mother feigned shock as she started to playfully chide him.
âYou canât just marry some girl you met on the first day of school!â
Alastor kept his arms around you as you both giggled and showed his mother the ribbon he had tied around your finger.
âOh my!â She exclaimed.
âObviously you two are very serious about this! How about we have your fiancĂ©e over for dinner after school one day so I can get to know her better, hm?â
Despite Alastor never having that wedding ceremony with you on the playground, you both remained close all the way up until you graduated high school. After that, you went your separate ways.
Several years later, when Alastor bumped into you as you were leaving the corner store one day, you ended up talking to him for hours. After which, you had started getting together more often. Eating out, going to shows, drinking and having fun together.
Somewhere along the way, however, having fun together turned into going on dates together. Going on dates turned into staying up late talking for hours about anything and everything, and lovely gifts.
One such gift being your engagement ring.
Looking back on it now, you donât know how or why you thought it was normal for a man to propose after 6 months.
On the outside, Alastor was the husband that every woman dreamed of. He helped you clean and cook, he never raised his voice, and he always bragged about you. On the inside however, something felt stiff. Tense. Off.
Alastor rarely ever initiated kisses, he barely touched you, and he disappeared in the middle of the night rather frequently.
After he was killed, it all made sense. You werenât his wife so much as you were his alibi. Who would have thought the vicious killer that buried his victims on a hunting ground had a wife waiting at home? A wife who, despite what everyone believed, was oblivious to his crimes. It didnât matter, though. In a matter of days, you lost your job, your friends, and your peace of mind. In the weeks that came to pass, you slowly lost your mind and your will to live as well.
You died in your sleep after taking a cocktail of pills with a glass of brandy. The police found you in bed wearing your most expensive nightgown, your hair neatly styled, and makeup done perfectly.
Just like before, time had gone on, and your time in hell had been quite interesting. Maybe even a bit enjoyable if you were being honest. The old saying rang true: Hell truly had no fury like a woman scorned. Your arrival in Hell was a testament to that.
Armed with your broken heart and raw, stinging rage, you made a home for yourself and began your own business. Anyone who got in your way was sliced open with the very weapons you sold. You were very aware of Alastorâs presence, but made no effort to contact him. He had no idea you were here, either.
That changed a few days ago.
Who should you see while on an outing in Cannibal Town but your darling husband. He looked different, but you recognized him almost immediately. He offered to walk with you and followed you even after you declined. Every day after that, he miraculously ran into you everywhere you went. He was relentless in trying to get your attention. He would try to talk to you and when you ignored him, he would carry on speaking like it was nothing. Today you finally cracked when he invited you to come to a hotel. The Hazbin Hotel, specifically.
âWhy?â
âWell, I thought I might show you this littleâŠbusiness ventureâŠIâve been working on recently! After all, itâs been awhile since Iâve seen my lovely wi-â
âDonât call me that.â You spat.
His smile never faltered, but his eyes held a look of momentary discomfort.
âAh, and here we are!â Alastor pointed his staff towards the building in front of you. It looked like some place from when you were alive, except old and decrepit.
Ever the gentleman, Alastor held the door for you as you walked in before he followed suit. Not 5 minutes passed before a woman with long silver hair angrily stomped in your direction.
âAlastor! Where have y-,â she paused when she noticed you by his side, âwhoâŠwho the fuck is this?â A blonde was following close behind her.
âIâm glad you asked!â Alastorâs smile broadened. He proceeded to introduce you as his beloved wife to everyone in the room, and then introduced them to you, completely ignoring the looks of shock and awe on their faces. Before anyone else in the room could speak, Alastor hastily took your hand.
âNow, if you excuse us, we have some things to discuss.â With that, you and Alastor promptly dissolved into a shadowy mist.
The lobby was silent then as everyone stared at where Alastor and you once stood.
âSssoâŠthat was weird for everyone elsse tooâŠright?â
Meanwhile, upstairs, Alastor turned after carefully locking the door to his room.
âNow, I suppose I owe you an explanaââ, he was cut off by a resounding smack when your hand connected with his cheek. Alastorâs head turned with a sharp snap. He stood completely still there for a moment, eyes wide and smile looking painfully forced. If it had been anyone else, they wouldâve been dead by now, but you? WellâŠhe always liked how feisty you were. Alastor cleared his throat before speaking again.
âAlrightâŠâ, he said while turning to face you. âI probably deserved thatâŠâ
âYou deserve a lot worse than that actually, but go on.â
âI know, and I canâtâŠâ Alastor suddenly felt unsure of what to say. Granted, The Radio Demon was not one for heartfelt apologies (or any apologies for that matter) but if anyone deserved one from him, it was you. Yet, there he stood: the feared Radio Demon, lost for words at your mere presence.
There was a long and uncomfortable silence.
âDo you have any idea what you did to me?â You finally said. âWhat I suffered because of you?!â
Alastor offered no response.
âWhat FUCKING-â you paused as tears began to well in your eyes. Your face red and splotchy and your lips quivering as you started to sob.
âYou lied to me-â
âI did.â
âYou used me!â
âI did.â
âYou told me you loved me!â
âI do.â
And that gave you pause. Had he loved you? Really loved you? No. It had to be a lie. He couldnât possibly-
âI know I canât make up for everything I did and everything that happenedâŠâ Alastor said while walking towards you. When he stopped, just a few inches from you, you had to look up at him. Alastor was taller than you in life, but now he towered over you. He gently took your hand in his. âBut Iâll spend the rest of eternity tryingâŠfor you.â
You watched as he gently kissed your fingers. With tears in your eyes and an uneven breath, you laid your head on his chest.
You missed him. You tried not to miss him, but you did and there was no use in denying it anymore.
âOne chance,â you finally said. âThatâs all you get.â
âThatâs all Iâm asking.â
You looked up at Alastor and locked eyes with him briefly. The feared Radio Demon wanted nothing more right now than a chance to have you back. His eyes flitted between your lips and your eyes before he dipped you low. To anyone else, it would be an over-the-top gesture, but to you? Oh, how his theatrics made you blush and swoon.
âSoâŠwhat do you say, darling?â He leaned in closer, almost touching his forehead to yours.
âDo we have a deal?~â
You raised a brow at his words.
He chuckled then.
âAh, I apologize for my poor choice of words. What I meant was: May I have the honor of courting you, my dear?â
Your eyes softened and you smiled up at him.
âYes, darling.â
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maâam we need some more ony smut.. you can never have too much đ
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âyou missed me baby?â ony grumbled, his hand tightening around the back of your neck as he fed you the deepest strokes you could possibly imagine. his dick was hitting all the right places and you were completely out of it. you thought it was a good idea to take a break from everything negative in your life and try to be happier and cleaner. which was great to ony until you sent him that wack ass text that he was included in the negative part of your life. the drug dealer was appalled, his body filled with shock and anger as he read your message over and over again.
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âthis not gon work out no more onyâ
âyou too toxic for me and i will never be truly happy and find a man thatâll treat me the way i deserve if i keep fuckin wit youâ
ony was furious, but as the chill guy he was he decided against coming to your house or popping up at your job. he knew you would come back to him eventually because there was absolutely no way any man could be better for you than him no matter how âtoxicâ for you he was. he was a toxin you loved. all he sent was a quick âbetâ before moving on with his day, acting as if your words didnât bring the worst anger out of him. days went by, turning into weeks and before you knew it a month had passed. you were living the happier life you knew you deserved and even started messing with a new guy. jean treated you nice, always picking you up from work and taking you to your favorite spots to eat. he kept you happy and healthy and ate pussy like you wouldnât believe, but that wasnt enough.
he didnât check you the way you wanted him to, wouldnât manhandle you in the way that made you want to melt into the sheets, didnât say things that would make your thighs shake or heart skip a beat. he didnât fuck you the way you wanted, the way ony did. so it was only natural that to cut him loose in the end, and take your ass right back where you belong.
âhey mama how was your breakâ ony said with a smirk as he looked you up and down from his front door. his shirt was nowhere to be found as he stood in his durag and sweatpants. you kept your eyes trained on the ground, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how needy you looked right now. âcan i come in?â you whispered, your small voice sending a signal to his dick that it was time to wake up. ony loved how shy you got when you came to back to him, the feeling of pride creeping into his chest every time as he looked at your much smaller form practically beg for him without saying a word.
all he did was move to the side, leaving just enough room for you to walk in before closing the door behind you. ony took in the sight of your outfit. a pretty, yellow sundress that hugged all of your curves as well as some fuzzy little slides that showed the pretty pink paint on your toes. of course these were items heâs bought you, as well as the gold necklace and matching anklet with his initial on it. ony couldnât help but smile at your eagerness for forgiveness, his dick now fighting with the restraints of his sweats as he watched your ass move as you walked towards his room in the dress he bought you.
before you made it to the bed, you felt his big hands grab at your waist, pulling your back towards his chest as he spoke lowly in your ear. âbefore we do this i gotta knowâŠ..you let him fuck you?â a rush of fear ran through your body, stilling you as you tried your hardest not to look guilty. the feeling of his dick poking your ass distracting you as you took a small breath of air. your action told ony everything he needed to know, a tinge of anger rushing through him as he moved his hand flat on your back before slowly bending you over the bed. âi-it wasnât like you tho daddyâ you whined, your voice dripping with fear as you tried to ease the pain of your actions, but it didnât work. ony just continued on, lifting up your dress to find that you werenât wearing any panties before slowly freeing his dick from the confines of his pants. âdonât runâ
he thrusted into you without prep or warning, feeding you each and every inch of his dick as you screamed bloody murder in the sheets. your wetness already surrounding him as you felt him already begin to move in and out of you. âmust be crazyâ his voice was low and taunting, the feeling of his rough palms on your ass making your brain turn to mush. âw-we was never tâgether thooo, and y-you was mean tâme paâ you whined, your words slurred as you tried your best to reason with this man, but ony just scoffed. his hips moving harder and he slid his hand to the back of your neck. he pushed your face deep into the sheets, letting you release your screams there as he angled his dick downward towards your stomach.
âbitch we was always together. who pussy is this? say itâ you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came through. just spit and tears reaching the sheets as your walls clenching tighter and tighter around his dick. usually ony would let this slide, but since you liked to go out fucking niggas he had to be a little more stern with you. a hard slap was sent to your ass, the sound bouncing off the walls of his room. the feeling lingered on the fatty flesh as you screamed into the sheets at the contact. âanswer me when mâtalking tâyou mama. unless you want me tâstopâ his threat instantly brought you back, your whines much more audible as you lifted your face from the sheets.
ân-nooo donât stopppâ a smirk planted on onyâs face at your desperation, his hand rubbing the hot skin of your ass while he looked at the white ring of cream surrounding his dick. âthen answer meâ your pussy fluttered as you told him the words he wanted to hear. âsâyours daddy. sâyour pussyâ a smirk crept on his face, the golds on the canines of his teeth making an appearance as he moved both of his hands to your waist, pushing your stomach to the bed completely before quickening to a relentless pace. âuhh huh, now tell daddy you sorryâ onyâs deep voice sent many shivers down your spine, your arch going even deeper as you felt his dick in your stomach. he pulled your head out of the sheets by your hair, giving you just enough room to talk to him as he continued his brutal pace on your sore pussy. âmâsorry daddy mânever gonna talk to him againâ
satisfied with your response, ony gave you a quick âgood girlâ before easing up just a little, his dick hitting your g spot a little gentler as he pulled your back towards his chest, his hand around your middle as he moved his other towards your chin. his brown eyes looked deep into yours as he searched for any lie, but he found none. ony smiled as he watched your face contort into many ones of pleasure. your release rushing towards you as you fucked your self back on his dick. âyou missed daddy baby? missed me right here?â he said, his hand rubbing on your stomach as he felt your walls clench in agreement. you nodded your head, letting out a small âyeaâ before moving your hand towards your chest, your eyes never leaving his as you pushed down on where your heart was. âm-missed you r-right here tooâ ony felt his heart swell at the sight, his grills completely bare to you as he gave you a happy smile.
âmissed you more mama, next time you touch another nigga ima kill him yâhear me?â your pussy fluttered at his words, eyes struggling to stay straight as you mirrored onyâs smile.
âi hear youâ
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