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yellowwithalisp · 2 years ago

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Rainy Early MorningS

S.T.A.R.S! Wesker x Fem! Reader

Hello! Yellow here! This would be my first Wesker x reader story I've done! If you would like to see more my ask are open for both NSFW and SFW requests! I did not pre-read this so there may be typos!

I hope you like it! - Yellow 💛🌻

It was late as night and the gentle sound of rain hitting the window echoed around the room. Lightning flashed and reviled for a slim second the two pairs of bodies tangled together in the mattress in the silk sheets. The soft sounds of them breathing in and out could be heard as the smaller physique shifted a bit into the large one wrapped around her. Her lover's hand reacted as if he was wide awake and pulled his lover in close. His hand rested against her lower back. Softly but firmly at the same time.

The rumbling of the thunder and the sound of cars passing by the apartment could be heard lightly but it wasn't something the two of them weren't used to. With them both working at the RPD at S.T.A.R.S. They were used to hearing these things, just add people talking in the background, the beeping noises of computers, and people walking past the S.T.A.R.S office and it would be just as if they were taking a nap at work. Just with expensive silk sheets and a door that could be locked. It seemed to be always rainy at Racoon City, feels like the only sessions were sunny, rain with slight sunshine, rainy, and heavy rain. It made whoever was stuck having night petrol a pain to do. This week it was Chris's turn for it. Meaning that he somehow manage to do something stupid and Wesker made him have night petrol for a solid week straight. Wich normal Chris didn't mind but then he saw that the weather was seat to rain nonstop this whole week.

(Y/N) felt slightly sorry for him but then again he should have known better than to try to pull a prank in the office, even with how small of a prank it was. She remembers him bursting into the office and begging her to let him hide under her desk so that Wesker wouldn't kill him. When she asked him what he did this time. She could hear heavy angry footsteps approaching the S.T.A.R.S office before she let out a sigh and pushed back a bit on her chair and he went crawling under her desk, mear seconds later the door swung open as if they were on a rescue mission to revile a very angry Wesker with his hair a mess. Bits of his lovely blond bangs were out of place and the top part of his outfit was wet. Evidently, Chris was trying to get back on one of the cops with a bucket of water on top of the door. Instead of the cop receiving the bucket of water, Wesker walked in and got completely wet. (Y/N) looked up and her eyes widen slightly as Wesker state.

"C-captan?! What happen sir!"

His head shifted over to look at (Y/N) as she sat at her desk before looking around the room and looking for Redfield. There was no one else there as both he and (Y/N) were always there early to get started on their work. Wesker was normally dragged off by the Chief so I was mainly here till the others started to arrive. After Rebeccah arrived Wesker would normally arrive back at the office again. Looking slightly annoyed after having to deal with the Chief. It was always Cris who was the last one running in one minute before his shift started.

He looked around looking for where Chris could be before he slowly approached (Y/N)'s desk. "(L/N)." He started as he looked down at her, his shades still on covering his blue eyes she rarely saw. She blinked as she looked up at him and gave him a nervous smile.

"A-ah um- yes sir?"

"Where is Redfield."

He said sternly as he stays looking directly into her eyes. (Y/N) jumped slightly as she closed her eyes and gave him a nervous smile.

"U-um- I don-"

"You know I don't like liars (L/N)."

"I-I-"

There was still enough room under the table for Chris to quickly crawl out and ran as fast as he could over to the door of the S.T.A.R.S office. (Y/N) blinked as she turned and watched him run away before nervously turning her head and looking back at her Captain.

"He hid under your desk before you could say anything. to stop him."

"Yes sir."

She said as she looked back over at Wesker who was already heading over to the office door.

"Wesker- don't go too hard on him-"

She quickly asked as he paused and turn slightly to look over at him. It was hard to tell what he was thinking with those shades on but in the end, he said nothing and walked out of the office. He didn't need to run to track down Redfield. And by the time everyone was at their desk he came walking in dragging Redfield in by the cooler and heading straight into his office and closing the door. Jill and Rebecca blinked as they bother turned to (Y/N) asking what happen. She smiled nervously and explain to them what happen this morning. Making Rebeccah get up to go get some herbs and a medkit for Chris. Jill sighed and went back to her paperwork as (Y/N) stared at his office for a moment before going back to her own work.

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The door to the shaded bedroom softly clicked open and a small hand slowly pushed open the door with a tender creaking echoing around the room. A small head of blond hair peeked around the corner of the door to see the two sleeping bodies before slowly tiptoeing across the hardwood floor over to one of the sides of the bed. The little girl was holding a book way too big for her as she approached one side of the bed. Looking down at the book and up ad the bed she placed the book down and used it to help her claim onto the bed with the two in it.

"Dad… Psss- Dad !"

She whispered quietly as her father faced away from her. She heard her mother mumble softly."

"Isabella… It's 3 in the morning…"

Her mother mumbled as she shifted slightly to rest her head against her lover's chest. Isabella blinked and turned to look back down at her book on the floor.

"But I couldn't sleep and I had a question about my book."

She whispered still as her father slowly came to slightly annoyed being woken up but not fully away to move away from his beautiful (Y/N). Her mother slowly pulled herself away from Albert's warmth and looked at their daughter.

"The one that William gave you for your birthday…"

She hardly got out before she let out a big yawn and rubbed one of her eyes. Albert slowly sat up mumbling under his breath as he reached over and grabbed his sunglasses from his nightstand and put them on out of habit.

"Yeah- Mr. Birkin said to ask dad about it if I had any questions."

Albert would have a talk with William about saying that to Isabella later when he was back at the lab. William had given Isabella a book on viruses for her birthday which Wesker wasn't too happy with, but he doubt that she would actually read it. It was a rather large book and he was;t sure if she would understand what was in it fully. Turns out she did, any time. So much so that she learned a lot and had written something on a piece of paper for her father to look over. She crawled over and grabbed the book and paper before handing them to her father.

"Wouldn't a Mononegavirus with things close to like- like would infect it's host cells by endocyosis or full absorption then a- aggressive injection. Would it be enough for a vampire virus?"

Annnddd with that he was fully up and looking at his daughter blinking a few times before taking the piece of paper she handed him and looking down at it. (Y/N) was also up now staring at their daughter with a confused face.

"Honey… Wha- when did you learn those big words?"

"Last night."

(Y/N) smiled tiredly as she reached out and ruffled Isabella's hair sleepily.

"Sweetheart, is 3 in the morning really the best time to bother your father about this? I'm sure William was only joking about asking him for help about it when he gave you the book love."

"Oh…"

She said sadly as (Y/N) took her hand pack and pulled Isabella into her lap.

"We can ask your father if William and his daughter can come up here again sometime for another play date. And you may ask him about it. How's that sound?"

Isabella looked over at her father as a way of asking him for permission. He nods before folding the piece of paper and setting it on his nightstand along with her book before he took the warm blanket off of him and slowly sat up. His bare feet hit the floor as he walked over and took Isabella from her mother's arm into his. (Y/N) smiled as she watched Albert take the daughter back to her room and put her back into bed before he came back and join her in their own bed for what little sleep they could now get before work started.

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"Albert who on earth wrote this?"

Doctor Birkin asked as he turned in his chair holding the unfolded piece of paper and looking up at Wesker. Wesker had his hands in his lab coat pockets as he monitored a test subject for any changes in his appearance.

"These descriptions- this Vampiric virus could work. And I know it wasn't you. I know what your handwriting looks like-"

"Little (L/N) wrote it last night."

Both Wesker and William know who Little (L/N) was the code name for. He blinked before he turned and looked at Wesker fully.

"She- did this?"

"She brought it up to me this morning with some question."

Wesker replied, never taking his eyes off the current test subject. William stared at him for a few moments before leaning back into his office chair. A hand rested against his forehead as he keep rereading what was on the page.

"Well then.. Your little side project is becoming very promising Albert…"

He said as his eye shifted back up to Wesker. Who was staring at the current test subject's transformation from behind the glass before it let out a loud scream. Another one failed, but it didn't upset him. Little (L/N) was moving along right on schedule.

#albert wesker #yellow wrote #albert wesker x reader #wesker x reader #resident evil x you #wesker x you #reader insert #resident evil #wesker #residentevil1 #S.T.A.R.S #S.T.A.R.S Wesker #S.T.A.R.S Wesker x reader #S.T.A.R.S Wesker x you

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gaoau · 1 year ago

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jonquil

it's the color of his eyes—but alive.

is there color in your world? warnings — none. word count — 1.2k

prev. — next.

[name] didn't seem to make any distinctions among her peers. whether it was pecking shijiki's head before following osamu to their lunch table, or threading her fingers through rintarou's hair completely unprompted at any given moment, she did it all. her colors reached anyone anywhere, from her closest friends to the student council president she had met only minutes before.

it was fine—somewhat. rintarou had no rights to complain; [name] didn't own the hues she babbled about to share them only with him. he couldn't frown at the back of the classroom as she lay on shijiki's lap while browsing her phone.

she never pulled out her phone around him. how much time did she need to reach that level of comfort?

rintarou lifted his head off his desk at the silent sound of [name]'s weightless footsteps approaching from behind. his favorite chuupet flavor landed before his eyes. he hadn't told her about it; she guessed—no, she read him.

her smile worked as an early alarm he didn't mind leaving beeping all day. "good mornin', 'samu-kun, rintarou-kun."

she somehow managed to throw him off every time she flung sentences to the air. a simple morning greeting, the usual, two of the few words she had transformed into a routine.

it meant nothing; osamu's name escaping her mouth before his could happen as much as it couldn't. he didn't recall the amount of times she had greeted him first. atsumu getting a color while he stayed stuck in black and white didn't matter as much as his brain was making it seem.

[name] didn't care about distinctions; everyone reflected the same way in her eyes. he couldn't hog her. he didn't want to, anyway.

osamu's chair screeched against the floor. "mornin'. i'll go get somethin' from the vendin' machine."

"oh, soz', that's my bad, 'samu-kun." [name] clasped her hands and bowed her head slightly. she grinned up at him. "i'll get ya somethin' next time."

osamu only shrugged. of course he took for granted such a great offer. he patted her shoulder with his palm before heading out the door. [name] waved at his retreating back as if he were embarking on a lengthy journey.

rintarou's eyes shifted from his candy to [name]'s sunny smile. if she had a sixth sense, she used it to feel his gaze on her. it had been months since she last stabbed him with her sharp pupils.

he glanced at the chuupets then back at her. "do you have a favorite color?"

[name] blinked. "we switchin' roles now?" she pursed her lips to hold back an amused grin.

"suddenly i regret asking."

she plopped down backwards on osamu's empty chair while bubbling with laughter. her arms folded atop the backrest and her shoulders hunched. rintarou had seen this scene before, yet this time he appreciated it.

"that's a tough question." her nails drummed on his desk. "i like all colors, i dunno if i can choose one. i do like my purples, but yellows're very lovely too, and oranges're so unique. oh, greyscale s'a whole 'nother story."

"it must be a mess in there, knowing every color," he snickered, tapping the tip of his finger on her forehead.

[name] grinned widely as she softly swatted his hand away. "ya know every color too; ya just dunno their names. t'ain't like there's a… specific name for each an' every color, anyway. countless shades we dismiss as dark-this or light-that. for example, yer eyes."

he would eventually need to learn how to jump around like she did if he wanted to keep up with her. she switched the conversation as if she could manipulate the script of life whichever way she wanted.

"what about them?"

"what color're they?"

rintarou hesitated before replying, "yellow?" she didn't show any signs of carrying on speaking, staring into him with curious eyes. he shot another try and added, "greenish?"

"figured you'd say that," she chuckled. "ya call 'em plain greenish-yellow. i call 'em a watered-down, less saturated shade of jonquil."

"is that a compliment or an insult?"

she straightened her back to rest her chin on her palm. the simper on her lips probably tasted sweeter than the candy she had bought for him—that smile was for him, too. "well, i think yer eyes're very pretty. they're a color i've never considered. if i ever see it, it'll remind me of ya. same if i see a jonquil; that's what friendship s'all 'bout. 'm learnin' as i teach ya. that's good."

"you're welcome, i guess." he shrugged out of reflex, so as not to reply to her unfiltered thoughts and direct compliments.

"yeah, thanks. i might consider namin' it. i really like 'em a lot."

rintarou flickered his gaze away from her pupils digging into him. he never knew he could feel self-conscious about his eyes. [name] existed to teach him new experiences.

"what would you name it?"

she giggled to herself. "what does 'tsumu-kun call ya? we can push it into domestic bliss if we try, hm, sunarin?"

his brain couldn't even try to process what her words meant. he simply took them and saved them for later, when he could ponder over them or use them as decoration in the back of his mind.

"don't." he flicked her forehead.

[name] cackled, shoulders bouncing. "then, how 'bout a play on yer name? rin as in morality, ta as in thick, rou as in man… how's moral yellow sound?"

"you could just not name it."

"robin egg blue didn't get its name with that attitude."

he puffed a chuckle. "in conclusion?"

"yer eyes're pretty?" how many times had she repeated that already? "ya've really cute lashes? take 'nother step over the edge and call it desire?"

"no, but thank you."

"then what?"

"what's your favorite color?"

"as of now, i'd say moral yellow appeals ta me the most." [name] pressed her finger gently against the tip of his nose. she made sure to not accidentally dig her nail into his skin.

he certainly did not expect that answer. he could only blink, his tongue tripping over itself. was this a distinction she was making?

she finally tore her eyes away from him and it ripped like a band-aid. he knew he had no rights to hog her, but why would her face light up even more upon seeing osamu return? "oh, 'samu-kun's back." she sprang up from the chair. "have a good day, you two, see ya."

rintarou nodded without following her as she left. "see you." he didn't need to see her fingers waving; it was engraved in his mind.

"see ya, [nickname]-chan."

osamu raised a brow at him. he munched on his snacks while settling back down on his seat. rintarou rolled his eyes and ripped the packet of his chuupet open.

"cat got yer tongue? yer face's lookin' pretty puce, too. what'd she say?"

"oh, shut up. i'm downgrading you to worse twin. definitely."

[name]'s last name popped up at the top of his screen. she attached a picture of jonquil and moral yellow, side by side for comparison. she even went as far as to write down the percentages and differences in hsv.

rintarou laughed to himself while writing down his reply. it's just yellow.

she didn't agree as she flooded his screen with warped, frowning stickers. he changed her contact name from [surname] to [name].

#is there color in your world?#Haikyuu #Suna Rintarou #Suna Rintarou x Reader #Suna x Reader #Haikyuu x Reader

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jungle-angel · 2 years ago

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First Halloween (Fanboy x Reader)

“Alright little man,” Mickey said to the wriggling little three month old laying on your bed. “You are gonna look so cute in your Halloween costume.”

Antonio wriggled and gurgled as Mickey zipped him into his Halloween costume, his chubby little arms flailing and poor Mickey struggling to get him in. “Sheesh, eres impaciente, hombrecito.”

The baby laughed a little as if he enjoyed annoying his father, but in no time at all, Antonio was in his Halloween costume. Mickey’s huge grin could hardly be contained, even as he whipped out his cell phone and snapped a whole mess of pictures. “Oh, your great grandmother is gonna love this,” he chortled excitedly.

“Mickey you good?”

“Yeah (y/n), I’m still in the bedroom!”

“You wanna hurry it up?!” you called. “I might need some help with the hair!”

“Gimme one sec!”

Mickey lifted Antonio from the bed and moved him back into his own room, carefully placing him in his crib before heading back in to help you. “Your need help with the hair?” he asked you.

“I dunno,” you sighed in frustration. “Honestly, the people that did Carrie Fisher’s hair....”

“Babes, I’ve got this,” Mickey chuckled. “You forget, I grew up in a big family and have an older sister who does hair for a living.”

“Ok,” you said. “You win.”

Mickey took your hair into his nimble fingers, working away effortlessly until at last it was done, your hair looking like a pair of huge cinnamon rolls stuck to the side of your head.

“Alright Princess Leia,” Mickey teased. “Han Solo will be right back.”

“Oh shit!” you blurted out. “I just realized, I need to feed Antonio.”

“Alright, you go do that, I’m gonna go get changed.”

You immediately went to the nursery and picked Antonio up, sitting right in the rocker to feed him as best you could. Alot of people had told you from the get-go that feeding would be painful and at times it was, but as soon as you got used to it, it hardly hurt at all.

As soon as Antonio had been fed, burped and settled, Mickey popped right back in wearing his own Halloween costume. “Isn’t he cute?” he asked with a huge grin.

““Oh my God,” you half laughed. “As if a Baby Yoda didn’t give me enough feels already, Mickey.”

“Hey it was either this, or we go as Ghostbusters and he’s Baby Slimer,” Mickey told you.

“So are we gonna get going, or are we just gonna stay here and nerd out?”

“Right, right,” Mickey stammered.

The two of you headed out to the truck and loaded up, putting Antonio into his carseat before heading to the Floyd ranch. Tonight was always the best time of year for the ranch, seeing as the squad got to set up and manage the haunted hayride every year.

It wasn’t a long ride at all, only a half hour at most before you two had pulled up to the ranch, people already having arrived just before sundown in an array of costumes, young and old, kids and teenagers as well as seasoned old salts. The leaves on the trees had turned burning shades of red, orange, brown and yellow while the heavy smells of hay, apples and fresh picked pumpkins was everywhere.

“Holy shit!” Rooster exclaimed. “Looks like you guys went all out with the Star Wars thing.”

“Yeah and you look like you just stepped out of a Bram Stoker novel,” Mickey chuckled.

“Hey, Rusty wanted to be Mina so I had no choice but to be Jonathan,” Rooster said in his defense. “Look, I’ve even got a stake in the belt-loops of my pants.”

Bob emerged onto the porch a moment later, his Indiana Jones look complete with a real bullwhip at his side. “Is that my favorite nephew?!” he exclaimed when he saw Antonio.

“You wanna take him?” you laughed.

Bob gladly took Antonio, still in his Baby Yoda costume, littering the baby’s cheeks with kisses and telling him how cute he was. “God I’m nervous,” Bob remarked. “The wife’s due in a few months.”

“You’ll do fine,” Fanboy assured him. “By the way, what time’s the haunted hayride?”

“Seven thirty is what Dad told me,” Bob answered as Antonio sucked on the end of his pinky. “He’s all excited because he gets to chase people with a giant knife.”

“Isn’t that illegal?” you asked him.

“Well, he was originally gonna make a homemade flamethrower but Mom talked him out of it pretty quick.”

You guys laughed, trying to picture the whole thing going down. Regardless, you all intended to make it the best Halloween to remember.

#top gun maverick #mickey fanboy garcia #fanboy x reader #robert bob floyd #bradley rooster bradshaw #dagger squad #dagger squad halloween #headcannons to come

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admiringlove · 3 years ago

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the sky is the same.

synopsis. akaashi keiji and the sky have a special connection.

pairing. akaashi keiji x gn!reader.

genre. one-shot; angst to fluff.

word count. 5.1k.

warnings. angst; swearing; mentions of alcohol.

author’s notes. this piece is for my tumblr mother, @sunarent‘s 500 milestone event! congrats, and i kinda went ham with the writing on this one sooo :)

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Akaashi Keiji and the sky had a special connection.

It was as if no matter what the sky looked like, he fell in love with it over and over again. The mornings would look like heaven had fallen into Earth's hands; the way rays of the sun individually divided themselves through clouds, like the color of egg nog on Christmas mornings. The blue backdrop was only a side character in the show, yet still important nonetheless.

He'd wear his coat, straighten his tie, comb his hair(but then it would never look right, so he'd mess it up with his hand again and hum triumphantly), tie his shoes and leave his home with three large onigiris in a paper bag every morning. One for him and one for each of his friends.

He'd meet up with you at the train station—when the sky is starting to clear up a bit on normal days, the yellow rays fade away now, and blue is prominent as he boards the train and catches two seats as quickly as he can. He hands you your breakfast as you exchange a little can of cold coffee with him, talking about everything and nothing in the process till you get to school(where Bokuto awaits the two of you around a block away from the gates).

The two of you would meet up with Bokuto, exchanging pleasantries but then immediately going back to normal with your teasings and casual demeanors. The ace, being himself, would scarf down the onigiri almost as quickly as it was handed to him. He'd end up coughing a bit, and as if right on time and on cue with the routine, you'd give him a can of his favorite drink.

The day would pass on, the sky changing along with it. During the mid-afternoon, it'd look completely blue. Sometimes like a painting, Akaashi would be able to point out different shades, and sometimes he wouldn't. During the summer, the clouds would be big and fluffy, titanium white shining right over everyone's heads as they went about whatever they wanted. During the winter, the yellow or whatever color the sky felt like being that morning would stick around for much longer, and he'd absolutely adore it.

Lunch would come around, and he'd be far away from a window at times. Most of the time though, unless it's raining or snowing, he'd end up dragging you and Bokuto out to the bench underneath that one cherry tree that has been here longer than the school has. Deep discussions, light-hearted jokes, planning little trips to the arcade or the movies or that one amusement park, mindless talking—it all took place here. The bench and the tree were probably the fourth and fifth friends of the group, deciding to listen to problems or rants instead of speaking and just providing comfort in return. It was nice; sometimes it felt like school life could drag on forever and Keiji wouldn't complain, because it was easy. It was easy and reckless like this. His second year at high school. Studying wasn't too hard, college preparatory lectures were boring and easy, volleyball was stressful but fun, and everything else in between made him feel at ease most of the time.

(It could probably be compared to floating.)

It wasn't like he hated change—no, in fact, he loved it. Change was nice, it was spontaneous and wonderful. He loved the way the sky could change colors as to however it wants every single day. He revered the way as the sun sets, it brings a standstill to everyone's hearts as it drowns itself in the horizon of the ocean. The shadows got longer, the lights came on as it got darker and darker. And as there's no sign of the sun anymore, tiny twinkles littered the sky as if an extra blanket of warmth during the snowy days.

But he also loved the way things were. You, him, Bokuto, and the world. It felt really good. Too good.

So when Bokuto says he's moving to the other side of the city after this year, it shakes Akaashi to the core. It's lunchtime; the three of you are at the same bench, everything is the same but something feels off.

Oh, he thinks. That's right. The fearful anticipation of change.

It's not like he's never seeing Bokuto again. He is, it's just that it's going to be less. Everything is going to change next year—he's going to be captain of the volleyball team, Bokuto will come every weekend to visit, there will be more responsibility on his shoulders, his parents will pressure him to get into Tokyo University(even though he has assurance from most teachers that at this rate, he already has a seat secured), and so much more. Instead of three onigiri, he's going to have to carry only two.

Your hand cuts him out of his daze. "You okay, Keiji?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he waves you off as you continue to discuss things about Bokuto's university and if there will be cute girls there for him to date. You tell him you'll help him if need be, and to tell you every detail of every romantic interaction. Keiji gives in his input here and there to make sure he doesn't attract your attention, and other than that, lunch goes quite well.

The school day ends and Akaashi's about to split his way with you when you say, "You're scared, aren't you?"

"I'm sorry, what?" he replies, suddenly stopping. You tilt your head, knowingly looking at him. He can tell you noticed the way he behaved at lunch, but he doesn't want to talk about it. He's putting it off for probably a worse time.

"Keiji," you pause, "I'm scared too. But I have you, so it's okay."

Akaashi stops now. It's as if his whole world came to a halt. His eyes are wide, lips slightly parted, and he thinks it's probably the first time you made his heart flutter like that. You give him a faint smile, and he can't hear you but you're saying something along the lines of, "see you tomorrow" or "I'll text you once I get home". This moment, although, he wants it to last forever. The comfort you provided him with from just six words makes him feel as if you're a hearth during the coldest winter he's ever seen.

I have you, so it's okay.

You didn't know it yet, but you made his mind race like a Ferrari on steroids with that sentence.

It scared him. He doesn't have any other words to describe it. Every day, getting up and looking forward to spending it with you—the walk to the train station when the yellow rays are fading away, filled to the brim with anticipation and reckless worrying. Will you be there today? Would you have texted him if you'd suddenly fallen sick and couldn't come to school today? But then he'd see you sitting on that same bench, waiting for him as you checked the time on your watch and everything would be fine. He'd let out a sigh, run up to you and sit with you until the train gets there.

(One could say it’s his favorite part of the day.)

Whenever Friday rolls around, he's a nervous wreck. His brain is fighting wars with itself from the inside out whenever he pulls out his phone and clicks on your icon, texting you and asking you if you wanted to do something. Sometimes you'd say "sure, you pick and I'll be there :)", and sometimes you'd say "drop the message on the groupchat, we should let Bo know too!"—which, he never really minded. He loved having both his best friends in the same room, so it was like killing two birds with one stone.

March rolled around way too quickly for Keiji's liking. Here he was, standing outside Bokuto's house with you, saying his goodbyes. Bokuto kept reassuring you he'd come to visit every weekend(except exams), and you only nodded with glassy eyes. Akaashi was silent for most of it, except for when the ace was just about to get into his car, "I'll miss you, Bokuto-san. Be safe."

"I'll miss you guys more!" Bokuto's voice rang through the entire street as the car drove further and further away until it made a right turn. Akaashi could only watch, his throat clogging up all of a sudden and his eyes glassy. He removes his reading glasses, and as he's about to wipe away the one tear that's almost forming around the slit of his eye, he catches a glance at you.

You, the person who he thought was stronger than him emotionally, were crying. Your lip quivering as you stood there, both hands covering your mouth just in case any sobs leak. Akaashi reaches out for one of your hands, and you almost flinch as your eyes meet his gunmetal ones. He sighs, taking your other hand too after he places his glasses on his collar. You pressed your lips together, tears cascading down your cheeks as he says, "Don't worry."

A sob escapes your lips and just as quickly, he's caressing the back of your head that's on his chest. One of your hands is on his back as you tremble every now and then, and the other bunches his shirt in a fist. You're sniffing; eyes shut as Akaashi encases you in his embrace like a warm blanket. He smells like the scent that comes with rain—it's soft, soothing, and lingering and something he says makes you feel the happiest you've ever been.

"You have me, so you'll be okay," he says, hand rubbing your back, "Come on, let's go get some cold coffee at the shop with cake."

"The one with the mousse?"

(He almost chuckles as he reaches out to caress your hair.)

"Yes, your favorite one. Now, come on."

The sky was purple when the two of you were Seniors for the first time.

Akaashi saw you a few blocks away from the train station that day, watching someone buy roses at the florist. He wanted to call out to you, to say your name as loud so he could so you'd look over at him instead. However, you look at him anyway, your mouth curving into a grin as soon as your eyes land on him. You lift your hand, waving slowly for a few seconds. He walks with you to school, the April morning calm and soothing as you board the train.

What used to be you, Bokuto, and Akaashi under cherry trees soon turned to just you and him. Along with the diners, the coffee shops, the walks in the park, and almost everything except the weekends. On Saturday mornings, Bokuto would meet the two of you at the train station—and the three of you would feel like kids again just for a bit until he had to leave.

(Nostalgia was a fickle feeling, he’d learned it the hard way.)

It's a Friday evening during your Spring break and you're sitting on the grass at the park with some snacks and your English Literature textbooks, the cherry above you wilting slowly as Keiji reads a dialogue from the page. The view really is ethereal; volleyball team Captain Akaashi Keiji adorns a navy blue long-sleeved shirt along with his reading glasses, his hair is messy as always but the wind helps it look more chaotic, his voice is calming like the coffee you drink before going to school. Your lip curls upwards as you look at him.

You've gotten closer to Akaashi after Bokuto left for college. Sometimes, it feels like the two of you aren't just friends. You want to question it, you really do, but what's the point of ruining a five-year-old friendship if you aren't even sure your feelings are reciprocated? So you stop smiling and look down at your textbook, flipping the page and reading your lines.

Keiji feels his heartstrings tighten when he flips the page too, his line staring back at him in horror. You clear your throat awkwardly just before it, and his cheeks turn into a crimson red as he's forced to read it, "M-my dearest love."

(He wants to crawl in a hole and bury himself there. How was it suddenly so cold in the park? Why did it turn him so red?)

He pauses, your eyes intently staring back at him as the script of Macbeth falls from his hands. He reaches for the water bottle that's almost discarded to the side as you look down again, he almost downs half the bottle before he looks at the script again, "Duncan comes here tonight."

"And when goes hence?" you say, a teasing smile on your lips. It's innocent, but it makes his heart do a backflip while jump-roping. He coughs now, albeit it's fake, he's sure he's convinced you it was real as he reads off, "Tomorrow, as he purposes."

He watches you look down at the playbook, your hair falling over your forehead gently as the wind blows, your smile still lingering as you speak. He almost grins, because if he'd told himself in his second year of high school that he'd be sitting at the park reading Shakespeare with you, his younger self would've gone completely crazy. He figures it's probably not just a reckless crush that he has on you—it's clearly something more, something he craves, but it scares him. So he pushes it to the back of his mind once again.

Months pass yet again.

It's like a velvet blanket littered with white dots—you're walking alongside him, it's almost midnight and the train station is empty as the two of you leave it. This week was exams week for Bokuto, so instead of him coming over, you and Keiji had surprised him with junk food at his dorm. And since it was Bokuto you were with, time seemed to pass by without a trace.

Here you were, arms linked like a metal chain with Akaashi Keiji, cold winds of autumn swirling around you as leaves started falling off their respective branches. Your breaths were almost visible, even though it wasn't even winter yet. You're in your neighborhood now, the comfortable silence falling short as Akaashi breaks it, "We need to talk about something."

"Ooh, did you finally get with that girl who confessed to you last week? Himari, was it?" you ask jokingly. He raises an eyebrow with pursed lips as if asking 'seriously?' through his face. You pout, chuckling as you say, "Okay. Shoot."

(Every fiber in his being tells him to stop. But he begs to differ.)

"We haven't talked about where we're going after high school yet," he says, "Whenever I ask the question or even bring up the topic, you name around ten different universities each time to confuse me."

You're about to argue, and he can't tell, so he doesn't let you speak, "A-ah! None of that, 'I'm not sure where I wanna go' bullshit. I already know you have something planned. Someone like you doesn't take stuff like this lightly."

You hate him for being right. Of all times, you think, why now? Why did he have to question you now, when everything felt at a standstill. There were still a few months left for you to graduate high school. Hell, you'd even gotten your acceptance letter already, but the thought of telling your best friend scared you. He's looking at you intently, knowingly even, and all you can do is stare at his chest. You're brooding in thought, vision almost blurring as he awaits your answer. A bitter taste overcomes your mouth as you clench your jaw and shut your eyes as tightly as you can, trying to forget that you might be ruining everything you have now just to chase your dreams.

"You know we don't have all night, right?" he jokes. It's quiet again as you bat your eyelids once. Then once again. He looks at your expression, and it's almost like he can read your face because the next thing he asks is, "Is it not in Japan?"

"What?"

"You've either applied or already gotten accepted into a university that's outside Japan, right?" he snickers dryly, his smile not meeting his eyes, "That's it, isn't it?"

"C-Cambridge."

His throat goes completely dry now if it hadn't already. He gulps, nodding slowly as he becomes the one to divert the topic now, "Come on, let's get you home."

Akaashi doesn't know what hits him when his back falls against his bed that night, but he's crying. It's not pretty either—whimpers are escaping his lips every few seconds, his eyes are completely swollen and his throat almost closes up. Oh God, he can't breathe.

But he forces his eyes shut, puts the burning feeling of his heart at the back of his mind for the nth time, and falls asleep due to exhaustion.

He hates that it feels like the next few months passed by within the blink of an eye. All he remembers is you, the final exams, the graduation ceremony, celebrating with Bokuto, and then here you are. In his room, a night before you leave to fulfill your dreams. You're sitting on the edge of his bed, saying something about how hectic it is to pack everything and move to a completely different country. He's seen you run around your room frantically almost too many times to count now, asking what clothes you should pack and what photo frames to keep in your suitcase. He's helped you put things that weren't needed in cardboard boxes too, and as you go on about the Literature department at Cambridge, an impulsive thought comes to his mind.

He wants to kiss you.

And suddenly, all those times he's pushed his feelings for you resurface to the front of his irises. Reading Macbeth at the park, walking hand-in-hand from the train station after surprising Bokuto, you telling him that you have him so you'll be okay. He hates it—he hates all of it because Akaashi Keiji had come to the realization that he had fallen in love with you a long time ago. He was afraid to admit it, and he hates himself even more now. Because what if he hadn't been a scaredy-cat and just told you when he'd bought you that mousse cake? What if he'd kissed you goodbye that evening? Everything would be different, wouldn't it? He would be yours, you'd say "I love you" to him, he would call you "love" or "darling" without feeling flustered, he'd read you cheesy Shakespeare lines before bed and kiss your forehead. He'd caress your hair when you stayed awake two nights in a row to complete your essays, he'd bring you chamomile tea in the morning when your head would hurt and he would bake for you if you were hungry later.

If only, he thinks.

But then you look up from your notepad. A sigh escapes your lips as you cross your bare legs(you're wearing shorts, but it still manages to make Keiji blush), and you throw the pen you were holding to the side as you say, "Hey."

He only hums in return.

"Come here."

That's it. Something in him just snaps. He almost slams whatever he has in his hand on his desk, and you furrow your brows as he walks over to you. He bends down so his head is leveled with yours, and he whispers, "Close your eyes."

"B-but why-"

"Just.. close your eyes," when he repeats himself, you oblige. He then lets out a shaky breath, his hands slowly reach your cheeks, holding your jaw as if you were the most fragile thing on Earth. You gasp when his lips fall onto yours, and your back hits the wall that the bed was pushed up against. You don't fight back, instead, you kiss him back just as passionately. Your hands pull on his shirt, and he sits on the bed in front of you, pinning you to the wall as he slides his tongue into your mouth. And again, you let it happen. You let him kiss you, you let his hands hold you, you let his kisses travel to your jaw, your ear, and your neck. And you let him lay on top of you as the two of you stare at one another breathlessly, chests heaving as you laugh. You would pay every single penny in your life savings to capture the sight in front of your eyes and hold it there forever, but the sky keeps changing its color from lavender to the darkest blue.

You don't get a wink of sleep that night. You're talking with him, stealing kisses here and there, fingers twirling his hair or lips pecking his jaw. It's reckless—it's completely foolish, even, but you let it happen anyway.

You love Akaashi Keiji. And he loves you back just as much, maybe infinitely more. Which is probably why as the sky turns a pinkish hue, he wakes you up, saying it's time.

(The feeling in his throat is bittersweet. His heart hurts. He does it anyway.)

He loves you, which is probably why he tortures himself and comes with you to the airport, and waits as you put your suitcases on the conveyor belt with the help of your parents. He loves you, which is probably why as you stand in front of him, asking him to give you even one reason to stay, he stays quiet. His lips are as straight as a line as a single tear falls from his eye, and he refuses to meet your glassy gaze. Your tone is desperate, and you're almost begging him to say it.

"Keiji, I love you."

But he stays quiet. In his mind, he's screaming at the top of his lungs. The three words and your name repeat in his brain so loud that it reaches his ears. Your cries crack his heart and cut through every single heartstring, but he clenches his fists by his side and remains as silent as a pin on the floor.

You stop crying now, wiping your tears with the sleeve of the denim jacket you wore. He decides to speak now, but his line of vision is still fixed onto the floor, "Don't give up, okay?"

You nod, and just then, the speakers announce that your plane is going to board in half an hour. He wants to look at you one last time, but he knows that if he does, he'll say something wrong and make you stay.

So he grabs your shoulders and turns you around, and slightly pushes your back, "You can do it," he says, and you nod again, the smallest whimper escaping your lips as you step forward.

When you turn back just before boarding, he waves, and then he leaves.

(He hopes to see you again. To hold you again. But he tells himself to not think of such things as you leave. He tells himself to be happy for you instead.)

Akaashi Keiji, now twenty-three, is furiously typing away at his laptop at five in the morning when the obnoxious ringtone Bokuto had downloaded onto his phone just for him plays. He sighs, before answering the call and putting it on speaker from experience.

"Good morning Akaashi!"

(The experience saved his eardrums from bursting.)

"Good morning to you too, Bokuto-san, are you leaving your home for your daily jog?" he asks, and the ace hums in return. His owl-haired friend talks about how the season had gone well for the Jackals, then suddenly goes quiet.

"Bokuto-san? You okay?"

"Keiji, can I ask you something?" the volume of Bokuto's voice is significantly lower, which makes Akaashi stop his typing on the laptop and furrow his eyebrows in confusion. He picks up his phone, and takes it off speaker mode, and puts it to his ear, "Is something wrong?"

"No, I just wanted to ask if you'd come to the bar tonight, is all. There's someone you need to see, I think you'll like them."

(Akaashi internally facepalms.)

"Is this you trying to set me up on a blind date again? Because I told you already, our tastes don't match at all. The model from last time thought I was boring and I thought she was too model-y. I know French but the way she talked to me in French made me think I'm dumb even though I aced that class in college," he groans now, looking at the '4%' battery on his laptop. He shuts it down, rolling his shoulders back and rubbing his eye.

"No, no, this is different! Just a friend, I promise!" he hears Bokuto reply, "Please come to the bar tonight? For me?"

"Fine."

Akaashi's taste is simple. He always looks like someone straight out of a mystery or romance novel. ‘Elegant’ is how Bokuto describes his wardrobe once. The number of blazers, turtlenecks, dress pants, loafers, scarves—the ace was astounded when he saw Akaashi's closet for the first time.

So, as per usual, Akaashi shows up to the bar wearing exactly what Bokuto thought he would be. A black turtleneck and plaid pants. He waves over his head for Akaashi to see him, grinning from ear-to-ear like the Cheshire cat as Keiji finally walks up to him.

"Come on, let me introduce you to my friend."

"A-already?"

"Trust me, you'll like them," Bokuto winks, guiding Akaashi through the crowd. He stops abruptly, and Akaashi almost bumps into his back.

And then, he sees it. The person Bokuto wanted to introduce to him. It was you. Albeit it was awkward, seeing you in a club of all places after all these years, you still gave him a tight-lipped smile and waved.

"[Y/N]," he breathily spoke your name as if he'd just ran a marathon, "It's you."

"It's me," you chuckle, and just as you're about to continue talking, Bokuto says, "I'm gonna let you two catch up, I have to meet someone."

(Akaashi wants to swear at Bokuto. But he also thanks him mentally.)

Your face grows red as you try to stop him from going, yelping out the nickname you used to call him back in high school, "Bo!", but he slips away before you can catch him. You huff as Akaashi sits next to you, ordering a drink before saying, "Hey, I read your book."

"Y-you did?" you ask, blinking slowly as you reach for your glass. He nods, and somehow Akaashi feels like he's a high-school kid again. He talks about everything and nothing with you again—Cambridge, his shounen mangas(he even tells you he wanted to work in the literature department but they didn't have openings), college. And somehow, time passes just as quickly as it did back then. You're outside the club now, and he assumes you're walking to your place as the two of you continue to behave like the kids you used to be. You giggle aimlessly as you ask, "So, did you find someone or are you still a virgin?"

He almost chokes with his reply, "No! I've had my fair share of-"

"You sure 'bout that?" you raise your eyebrow.

"Fine, I dated two people," he rolls his eyes at how accurately you read him, "I was a sophomore in college during my first time. Drunk out of my mind."

"I did not expect that from you," you give him an unreadable expression, your eyes narrow and nose scrunched up. He shakes his head, saying, "No no, the morning after was even funnier. Turns out she sat behind me in class and we immediately hit it off. We dated for a couple of months then broke up though."

"Mine was just awkward," you shudder, "We were both really quiet, and stopped after like, ten minutes. I got dressed up and told him I had to walk my roommate's dog. My roommate had a fish for a pet."

Akaashi snorts out laughing, his eyes turning into crescent moons and voice still ever-so-melodic. You stop in your tracks—hearing it after so long made your heart beat right out of your chest. It was so loud that you could hear it rippling in your ears. His laughter slowly dies down as he asks, "What happened after?"

"We didn't talk ever again," you chuckle. He laughs again, and you stop once you reach an apartment complex around two to three blocks away from the club. You stand there, still, to continue talking to Akaashi.

"Did you miss Japan?" he asks.

"Oh yeah," you reminisce, "Definitely. I think I missed you most."

His heart skips a beat at that. A warm feeling encompasses him, and it floats around the two of you as you clear your throat, "I uh.."

He looks at you patiently, as if telling you to take your time with your words as you ask, "At the airport that day I left... can I ask why you stayed quiet?"

You never fail to surprise him, do you? He smiles at the thought, a blush forming under his cheeks. His heart beats faster, and his fingers fiddle with one another. he thinks for a moment, replaying the scenes in his head as if they were shot on film. You rub the back of your neck, and just as you're about to say, "Leave it, it's alright", Akaashi Keiji does the unthinkable.

"Because I loved you."

Your eyes widen as soon as he says it, and he almost grimaces. If it weren't for what you'd asked next, he would probably be walking away already.

"And.. do you still feel the same way?"

His brain screams at him the same way it did back at the airport. It screams him to say yes. It screams him to just pull you in by the waist and press his lips on yours and kiss you until your lips are swollen. He doesn't say anything, though. All he does is take a step towards you, and when you don't back away, he comes as close as he can before whispering in your ear, "Is it that obvious?"

It feels like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You grin almost immediately, eyes glassy as you don't even give him the chance to say anything further. You grab his shirt and pull him with force, and his lips align with yours just as perfectly as they did back then. You smile into it, as he says, "I'm sorry I couldn't say it back at the airport. I didn't want you to give up your career for me."

"Well then, say it now, dummy."

"I love you too, [Y/N]."

And yes, the sky is the exact same from when he’d kissed you for the first time, so he just smiles even more widely as he holds you tight, never wanting to let go ever again.

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knifewieldingenby · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Geraskier

Summary: Jaskier is trying to work through a difficult part of a new song when Geralt demands his attention in the brattiest way possible. Jaskier makes him cockwarm him until he’s finished with the song.

cw: vampire Jaskier, cockwarming, blood drinking, coming from vamp bites, anal fingering, anal sex, Geralt bottom rights, dom/sub elements

Jaskier hadn’t fed in a few days. It was no big deal; he could go at least a week before it started to bother him, but Geralt didn’t like him to go more than three days within something. He’d offered, of course he had, and Jaskier had turned him down as he frequently did. He didn’t like feeding from Geralt unless it was absolutely necessary, or, on some occasions, when they wanted to play around with his vampire anatomy. Regardless, he’s fairly content in his current state. Without feeding he can’t really engage too much in sexual activity but they’ve both been far too busy and tired to think about sex. Or so he thought.

“Are you done yet?” Geralt grumbled for the third time since they’d got back to their room. Jaskier was trying to work out a particularly tricky section of his newest tale, an ode to his magnificent white wolf who defeated a dangerous succubus with his ‘mighty sword’ if you will, but the rhyming was coming off far too childish and amateur for the bawdy nature of the song. He dusted the end of his quill against his face, looking to Geralt now with frustration.

“Must you continue to badger me so? In case you’ve forgotten, these songs bring in just as much coin as your witchering. I don’t bother you to hurry up on your hunts!”

“Yes you do,” Geralt smirked. It quickly disappeared as he sighed something deep and much more dramatic than he would ever admit to. “Can’t you just put it on a shelf for the night?”

“Not until I get this one section right.”

Geralt groaned and flopped onto the bed. And then he did something that took Jaskier completely by surprise - he started singing. It was less so singing as it was musical grumbling as he stumbled through the words of- oh fuck no, how dare he!

Jaskier set his quill down. “I know you’re not singing a song by Valdo fucking Marx, Geralt.”

His lover grinned and kept singing, louder this time. His baritone would have been lovely if it wasn’t poisoned by such a vile song, a song to which Geralt apparently knew every damn word. Jaskier tried to ignore him, he really did, going back to his work. He was set on ‘mighty silver’ but what the fuck would he rhyme that with? He couldn’t ignore his growing irritation with his lover, though, not when said lover had finished the song and looped right back around to the beginning.

“Geralt, I swear to fuck,” Jaskier snapped, fixing him with a glare. “Why are you acting like such a-“

“Such a what?” Geralt challenged.

And oh, but he was, and it was entirely intentional. Geralt was acting like a brat. Jaskier smiled slowly and finally, blissfully, Geralt stopped, head tilted sideways with curiosity.

“Is this how you’re going to behave, dearest?” Jaskier purred. He watched with delight as Geralt visibly swallowed and eyed him with equal parts caution and hope. Jaskier pushed his chair out, angling it slightly toward Geralt. He could still just barely reach his parchment. He snapped his fingers, causing Geralt to suck in a sharp breath. “Come. Now.”

Geralt was pushing off the bed immediately, coming to stand in front of Jaskier. Jaskier leaned back, hand resting on his thigh, and Geralt’s eyes tracked the movement. “Are you going to be good for me, or do I need to gag you?”

Geralt blinked a few times, startled by the turn of events, before he was able to speak.

“Gag me,” he said softly. Jaskier smirked, making a point to show his fangs, and pointed to the ground. Geralt went down immediately, placing his hands on Jaskier’s thighs. Jaskier made quick work of the ties on his pants and pulled his soft cock out. He loved the little flick of Geralt’s tongue over his lips at the sight of him. He placed a hand gently on the back of Geralt’s hair and guided him forward.

“Keep my cock nice and warm while I finish this verse and if you’re very good I’ll reward you, pet.”

Geralt didn’t waste a second, closing the distance to take Jaskier between his lips. He sucked in the head slowly, tongue darting out to flick at his slit. It was strange in a way; normally he’d be leaking precum but he was dry now, unable to get hard from the lack of feeding, but Geralt still moaned around him like he was the sweetest of desserts. Jaskier pet Geralt’s hair, taking one last look at the way his lover hallowed his cheeks around Jaskier’s soft cock, before he leaned over the desk and went back to work. Mighty silver wouldn’t do, as tempting as it was. He scribbled it out and moved on. Half his mind was preoccupied by the pressure around his cock, the wetness of Geralt’s mouth, the way his tongue danced along the places where he could usually feel Jaskier’s veins bulging. He sighed as Geralt pressed forward, cock just barely hitting his throat, nose pressed into the dense thatch of pubic hair, and stilled. He remained there, sucking gently, his gaze softening and tension releasing from his body.

Jaskier vaguely wondered how long Geralt had needed this, how he hadn’t noticed his lover craving him until he was forced to act like a brat to get what he needed. He tangled one hand in Geralt’s hair, rocking his hips forward slightly to fill him up better, and Geralt moaned around him.

“Good boy. Almost done, you think you can hold out a few more minutes?”

Geralt nodded sluggishly. His head felt heavy and he was barely aware that they were still in their room at the inn. All he knew was the weight in his tongue, the saltiness of Jaskier’s soft cock. He felt light-headed in the best way possible.

“All done,” Jaskier said a few minutes later. He pushed himself back and took a moment to enjoy the sight before him. Geralt somehow managed to look completely fucked out without having been fucked at all. His cheeks were a pretty shade of pink, yellow irises barely visible behind blown pupils, and his hips rocked slowly into nothing. His cock was straining against his pants.

Jaskier grabbed him firmly back the hair and pulled him off his cock, enjoying the little whine it produced. “Look at you, so ruined just from sucking my soft cock. Your lips look so pretty like this, swollen and pink for me. What do you want, pet?”

Geralt whimpered. His hands, resting so nicely on his thighs, twitched toward his straining cock. Still, he didn’t speak, too lost in his own headspace to form words. Jaskier took pity on him, nudging his cock gently with his foot.

“Do you want me to touch you, love?” Geralt nodded quickly. Jaskier stroked a hand down his cheek, reveling in the way Geralt leaned into the touch, before he slid his hand back into his hair and tugged to urge him to stand. Geralt went quickly.

“Get naked and lay on the bed for me, dearest. I’ll be right there.” He turned his back, half searching for the vial of oil he kept in his pack at all times and half listening to the sound of Geralt disrobing and climbing onto the bed. When he turned he sucked in a breath. His eyes roamed over the sight before him, his beautiful Witcher laid out bare against the pillows, cock hard and leaking against his stomach. He made his way to the bed, shucking his pants and undershirt as he went, and crawled over Geralt’s body until they were pressed together, skin hot to the touch.

“You were a naughty boy tonight,” Jaskier whispered as he leaned down to press his lips to Geralt’s jaw. He moved slowly, savoring the shiver that ran down Geralt’s body, the way his blood pulsed under his lips. “Do you think you’ve earned this, dear Witcher?” He licked over Geralt’s pulse point slowly, teasingly.

Geralt whined high in his throat and nodded again.

“That won’t do, love. I know your head is fuzzy right now but I need to hear you say it. Have you been good enough?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Mmm. Do you want me to bite you?”

“Please.”

Taking a brief step away from his lover’s desires, turning his attention to his own for just a second, Jaskier was surprised to find that he was shaking with the effort to hold himself back. He wanted so badly to taste Geralt’s blood, get hard and rut their cocks together until they came all over each other. He dragged his fangs over Geralt’s pulse point, filing every little whimper away for a rainy day, and bit.

Geralt’s body seized up instantly, crying out as he came between their bodies. Jaskier took it nice and slow as always, relishing the flow of blood passed his lips, drinking him in physically and well as sexually. His cock wasted no time filling out and sliding through the mess Geralt had made. He didn’t feed long, didn’t need to, and as he pulled away he licked at the wound to seal it with his venom. He pushed up on his elbows to get a good look at Geralt’s face. His eyes were closed tight, mouth gaping as he took in deep breaths. His cock was still hard between them.

Jaskier worked his way down Geralt’s body, playing with his sensitive nipples as he moved his face lower to lick at his spend. His cum tasted almost as good as his blood, and Jaskier moaned at each pass of his tongue. Only when Geralt was completely cleaned up did he move lower, hovering over his cock. He let his lips drag over the hard member once, twice, before he took the head in his mouth, bitter sweetness on his tongue. He quickly slicked up two fingers and brought them to Geralt’s cheeks, spreading him to brush them against his hole. Geralt shook at the sensation and tried to press down against his fingers. Nibbling ever so gently at the head of his cock, Jaskier smeared the oil around that tight ring of muscles and sank one finger in. Geralt moaned so pretty around the digit, hips rocking between the sensation on his cock and in his ass.

“M-more, please,” Geralt said, digging his fingers into the sheets. Jaskier slipped a second finger in and pumped them slowly, working his lover open. Geralt spread his legs and grabbed for Jaskier’s head, trying to get him to move on his cock. Instead Jaskier pulled off completely.

“Uh-uh, I still haven’t forgiven you for being bad earlier. Be good and lay still and I’ll give you what you need in time, do you understand?”

Geralt growled with frustration but nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Sir.” Geralt’s voice cracked as Jaskier chose that moment to curl his fingers, brushing against his sweet spot. He settled his hands on the bed, gripping the sheets as Jaskier picked up his pace. He didn’t touch his cock this time, and Geralt tried to resist the urge to fuck his cock uselessly into the air. He threw his head back and moaned loudly as a third finger joined the others, slick and full. He looked perfect like this, hole stretched beautifully on three fingers like he was made to be filled. Jaskier fucked him slowly at first, only picking up when Geralt started to let out a soft litany of “ah’s” as his body rocked into the touch. Jaskier curled his fingers, stroking over that spot again and again until Geralt was shaking. He pulled his fingers out, both of them groaning at the loss, and slicked himself up quickly. He wasted no time lining up his cock, pressing the head against him teasingly.

“You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes please Jaskier, I can’t - fuck!”

Jaskier sank all the way to the base in one motion, knowing Geralt could take him easily. He stilled for just a moment, until Geralt relaxed into the bed again, before he laid his body across Geralt’s, lips to his ear. He licked the shell of his ear as he started to move, hips pressing in and pulling out in a steady rhythm. Geralt wrapped his legs around Jaskier’s waist, and the change in angles had his cockhead pressing right against his prostate with each thrust. He cried out, digging his nails into Jaskier’s back just shy of breaking the skin, and Jaskier wished he would be able to see those marks tomorrow, wished they wouldn’t heal up overnight as they always did. He wanted nothing more than to mark and be marked by his lover.

Jaskier picked up his speed, spreading Geralt’s legs wider as he fucked into him hard, each thrust pulling a deep moan from Geralt’s lips. His cock was trapped between them, untouched, and Jaskier had no intention of paying attention to it. No, Geralt had been bad and he was going to come on Jaskier’s cock alone or not at all. He’d already gotten a freeby with the bite, it couldn’t be helped, but Jaskier could and would leave him begging. At least for a little while. At the end of the day he couldn’t deny Geralt his pleasure.

“Jask, I- oh fuck, I can’t -“

“Gonna come for me, pet? Come all over me just from a fat cock in your ass?”

Geralt practically screamed as Jaskier slammed into his sweet spot at a punishing pace, determined to make his lover spill between them. He didn’t have to wait long. A few more thrusts and Geralt’s body tensed, nails finally just barely breaking skin, and howled as he came. Jaskier moaned into his neck, tempted to bite again but not wanting to overstimulate Geralt with another orgasm so close to the last. His hips faltered, little whines leaving his lips, until he finally pushed in and froze, body shaking as he came. Spurt after spurt of his seed filled Geralt, who moaned weakly at the feeling, until Jaskier flopped over. His cock softened quickly and he moved, slipping out. He leaned back just to watch his seed drip from Geralt’s hole before he moved to grab a washcloth and clean them both up.

When he was finished he cuddled up next to Geralt, petting his hair and pressing soft kisses to his jaw, his cheeks, his lips, wherever he could reach.

“Fuck, that was…” Geralt trailed off, voice heavy and satisfied.

“Fucking amazing? Damn right it was. Next time just ask instead of acting like a brat, kay?”

Geralt smirked lazily. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

He couldn’t argue with that

#Geraskier #Geraskier fanfic #vampire Jaskier #bottom Geralt #my writing #nsft #long post #just to be safe cuz the read more is acting up

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samdeancass · 3 years ago

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Possessed Werewolf

Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Isaac x werewolf!fem!reader

Genre: Slight smut, Angst, Fluff

Characters: Isaac, Y/N, Scott, Deaton

A/N: Set in Season 3b.

Description: Y/N and Isaac were once inseparable and she was his anchor. That all stopped when Isaac took a liking to Allison. When the pack are attacked by The Oni, Y/N becomes possessed by the flies which ends up with her and Isaac back together again...

You always thought that you and Isaac would be together forever, seems how you were his anchor and he was yours. You were a born werewolf which meant you played a pivotal part in Isaac’s change. That’s how you and him bonded; being together so many hours of the day sure played a part in the beginning or your relationship. It also helped that your best friends were Scott and Stiles which meant that Isaac immediately got accepted into Scott’s pack. You had never imagined that Isaac would fall for Alison which is when your whole world turned upside down.

You were walking down the hall when you felt a hand wrap around your bicep and pull you into the nearest classroom. Your eyes flashed yellow as you turned around with your claws protruding from your nails but you soon calmed down once you seen Isaac staring back at you.

“What did you do that for? There is something called a hallway that we can talk in.” You chuckled, shaking your head a little. Isaac smiled back at you but with sadness in his eyes. You tilted your head to the side a little whilst grabbing one of Isaac’s hand in yours. “What’s the matter baby?” He opened his mouth to say something but it seemed as though he couldn’t get it out.

You raised your eyebrows a little and pulled on Isaac’s hand. “Please, babe. You’re worrying me now.” A stray tear fell down his face as he lifted his hand to our face, running his fingers across your cheek. You leaned into his touch and smiled, letting his warmth overcome your body. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m really sorry.” Your heart began beating much faster as anxiety flowed through you.

Your nose crinkled up as you focused on the particular scent emitting from Isaac. “Why-why are you guilty? What have you done?” Isaac shook his head. “Nothing yet. It’s something that I have to do, right now.” You backed away a little, unsure of what Isaac was talking about. “What do you mean?”

Isaac closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I’ve got feelings for somebody else, Y/N. I’ve had them for a while but I thought that I could fight it. But over the past few weeks, they’ve become stronger; unbearable to resist. We were alone one night and we..... kissed.”

Once again your eyes flashed yellow but this time, they were a deeper shade, conveying your anger. “Get out, Isaac. It’s over.” Isaac moved towards you, but you stepped back, baring your fangs at him. “I said GET OUT!” Isaac rushed passed you before you acted on your anger.

Slamming the door behind him, you stomped through the aisles of desks throwing whatever you could find. Eventually, your anger wore off and sadness consumed you. You fell to the floor, sobs racking through your body as the news of what had happened finally sunk in.

Ever since, you and Isaac have kept your distance. You still loved him, of course you did, but you couldn’t tell him that; it was too hard. Every day you watched Isaac and Alison together, holding hands down the hallways, stealing kisses whenever they could. Isaac loved Alison but there was nothing you could do, or so you thought.

You and the pack were separated around town, looking for ‘Void Stiles’. You were searching in the basement of the school when you heard a buzzing around your head. You flapped your hand around your head, willing the fly to go away. However, the fly continued to bother you until it found an opening and flew into your ear.

Immediately after, an overwhelming aggression took over your body. Letting this fuel your actions, you headed straight towards who you were most angry and frustrated with: Isaac. Trees went past you in a blur as you used your werewolf speed to run to Isaac’s location.

Walking straight into his house you homed in towards Isaac, paying no attention to Scott who was sitting across from him. Once Isaac’s scent waved through your nostrils your anger turned into lust, causing your whole demeanour to change.

You strutted towards Isaac, climbing onto his lap and running your hands down his chest. Isaac looked past you to Scott, wondering what the hell was going on. They both shrugged at each other and Isaac turned his attention back to you, not completely letting his guard down. Something about you was different, but he couldn’t figure out what.

You leaned forward and attached yourself to his neck, leaving a line of sloppy kisses whilst grinding against his lap. “Why did you have to hurt me, Isaac? All this could still be yours.” You bit the top of Isaac’s ear and raked your fingers through his hair. All the while Isaac was completely transfixed with you, letting your dominant actions completely take him over.

On the other side of the room, Scott was deep in thought. What could have brought on this strange and sudden behaviour? What had come into your lives recently that had the power to do this? He sat for a few more minutes before suddenly standing up from his chair. “Isaac, she’s possessed!”

Isaac turned his head toward Scott but kept his eyes on you. “What?” Scott huffed and stormed forward, gently grabbing you off him. “Snap out of it, dude. It’s the Nogitsune that’s possessing Stiles. Somehow, it’s possessing Y/N to. We need to get her to Deaton.”

Isaac stood still for a moment and let the new information sink in whilst you were struggling in Scott’s hold to try and get to Isaac. He turned and looked at you. “How I wish that was really you.” He sighed deeply. “Let’s go.”

Deaton was able to figure out exactly what was causing the Nogitsune to possess you and found a way to get it out.

You came to on the silver table in the vets with three sets of eyes staring down at you. Slowly you sat up, holding your head. “What in the hell happened? The last thing I remember was looking in the school basement for Stiles.” You looked up and saw Isaac staring at the ground whilst Scott and Deaton looked sheepishly at each other.

“Scott, what happened?” Scott turned to you. “I think he should be the one to tell you that.” He nodded his head toward Isaac, who was slowly moving his head to look at you. “Maybe you should give us some privacy. I’m sure she doesn’t want to hear this in front of everybody.”

Scott and Deaton nodded their heads and swiftly made their way out of the room, leaving you and Isaac alone. A thin silence held the air. The both of you hadn’t been in a room alone together since you broke up. “Tell me what happened, and make it quick.”

“I don’t know the best way to tell you this, but you sorta came on to me. You came over to my house, bounded through the door and beelined straight to me, completely ignoring Scott.” You nodded along, not completely getting what was so wrong with your actions. “You then climbed onto my lap and began running your hands down my chest, whispering things in my ear, kissing me. Scott literally had to peel you off me to get you here.”

At this point, your face was bright red. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I never would have done that if I wasn’t, you know.” Isaac smiled and took a small step towards you. “Deaton said that you wouldn’t have done all that if you didn’t still have feelings for me.” You shook your head in denial but you could feel your heart begin to hammer in your chest.

“I-I don’t. Not anymore.” Isaac took another step towards you, your shoes touching his. “Well, I have to say Y/N. I sure felt something when you whispered in my ear...” He leant down close to your ear. “...ran your hands down my body....” Isaac wrapped his large hands around your waist and began to run them up and down your sides. “....kissing me.” He leaned down and was inches away from your face when you pulled away.

“Wait. What about Alison?” Isaac shook his head. “I realise now how stupid I was leaving you. You are and always will be the one for me. You’re my anchor, nobody can compete with that.” Within that moment, you grabbed Isaac’s head and pulled him towards you, locking your lips with his.

The familiar feeling of butterflies returned as your kiss deepened. Isaac’s hands began to roam your body, finding their way up your shirt and splay across your back. Your hands moved to his neck, pulling at the small hairs at the base. Isaac began messing with the clasp of your bra, desperate to get it off; which is when you pulled away.

“We can’t do that here, Isaac. Deaton would sure as hell have a mess to clean up when he comes back.” Isaac gave you a lustful smirk. “Let’s take this somewhere else then.” He tucked his hands under your legs and threw you over his shoulder, running out of the vets towards his house.

You never would have thought that it would take an ancient evil being to possess you and come onto Isaac to get you both back together, but you were definitely not complaining.....

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yunkiwii · 4 years ago

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—potions gone wrong—

☆ hogwarts au ☆

pairing: bsf!hyunjin x gn!reader | ft. jeongin and mentions of minho

supportive oc: angela, female

genre: sfw. comedic and chaotic, may be considered fluff by some people

wc: 2.4k

warnings: hints of jealousy, mentions of illegal (magical world wise) actions, potion-induced obsession

a/n: i'm pretty sure that in the harry potter series amortentia doesn't work the way i described here, but let's just ignore that shall we? ♡

summary: two boys decide to make a love potion to conquer the crush of one of them. unfortunately, something seems to have gone wrong and y/n needs to step in..

shout out to: ficscafe prompt dialogue event ♡

↳ "I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

↳ "I don't think that's legal, but we can work around it."

↳ "Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic"

Completely imersed in the pile of books you gathered in the library in order to try and understand more about potions, you get startled when a boy throws himself into the chair next to you, a yellow stripped tie hitting your head in the process.

"I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

"What? No!", you give him a disgusted and confused look before digging your head into the old dusty pages again.

"Come on!! Angela keeps coming to me trying to snuggle and kiss me and-", as dramatic as he is, Hyunjin pretends he is going to be sick, exaggerating on the nasty sounds way too close to your ear.

"What? Why?", your bestfriend finally caught your full attention as you turn to face him, "Wait, Angela as in like, Angela your major crush perfect-Angela? Weren't you supposed to like, I don't know, enjoy the attention?" But then the face he makes, his cheeks turning shades of pink as his gaze drifts away from you and he sinks down in his chair in embarrassment, realization hits you, "No! No you did not! Are you like what, dumb?", you flick is head inducing a loud squeal to come out his mouth.

"It was Jeongin's idea!", his voice three pitches higher than before, "And I can't be that dumb if I managed to make that stupid love potion work. But that's beside the point, will you do it or not?"

"Do what? Kiss you? And how will that help you dimwit?", you went to flick his head again because, to be fair, he deserved it, but Hyunjin knew you too well and held your hand in time to stop you from hurting his pretty face, as he likes to state.

"To break the curse! Make her give up on me by making her think we're together or something!"

"What curse? There is no curse! And she isn't even thinking right now, she might just kill me out of jealousy!", at this point you're pratically yelling at each other and are forced to leave the library, resuming this odd conversation on your way to Ravenclaw's common room.

"I still can't believe you let yourself go with what Jeongin tells you. He's evil you know?"

"Should've guessed by the green scarf huh?", you slap his arm lightly, not very fond of the jokes made regarding the fact your other best friend is a Slytherin.

"So, how do I solve this?", he basically pleas at you as you sit down on the desk next to the fireplace, as far away as possible from your housemates. Every two in three students has made, or attempted to make, some sort of potion or spell to have something in their advantage. However, amortentia wasn't just "some potion", and if some were to find out that Hwang - head in space - Hyunjin succeded at his attempt they would never leave his poor ass alone, so for now your plan was to keep this subject as low-key as possible.

"Marry her." you say nonchalantly while, without his knowledge, already looking up all about amortentia, its possible side effects and how long it would take to wear off - if ever-, receiving a whine in return.

"It was really fun at first, you know? The flirting was cute, the smooches were great," and boy he put some emphasis on that adjective,"but now it's like she's obsessed with me! She's clingy and talks with that annoying voice and I can't seem to get rid of her!" Hyunjin throws himself face down into the old couch and whines again, words muffled by the pillow where he burried his face. "She's probably standing right outside the door just now!"

"Wait, what do you mean it was fun at first? How long has this been going on Hwang Hyunjin? And why am I only knowing of this now?", you turn around in your chair way too fast, hitting with your knee on the other chair next to you before facing the mop of brown hair all spread around the blue pillow.

"Well, I barely ever saw you all week!", the boy turns his head just the minimum amount to look at you, "You're either with your nose buried in those old books, or with your hands all over Lee Minho! Not my fault you no longer have time for your friends..."

"First of all," you pull out the pillow he's laying on, his face falling on the black cushion as a few curses leave his lips, "lower your tone! I did not spend the week with my hands all over Minho, I am tutoring him in potions!"

"Which you're not that good at, that's why you walk everywhere with those fat books..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes at you as he recovers the pillow from your hands again, "Don't deny it (y/n), you've got the hots for him!"

"Oh sweetie, I sense jealousy in your tone... is that why you gave Angela a poorly made potion?", you show him the page you've been reading between the backs and forths of your not so relevent argument, only for him to realize the potion should've worn off two days ago. Instead, it only got worse. "Perhaps you could use some reading too huh?"

The boy rips the book from your hands, grunting between his teeth sounds you doubted to be words as he makes his way out, only to shut the door as soon as he opens it, squealing loudly when his eyes meet the ones from the Gryffindor's brunette standing right in the middle of the hallway.

"I'm telling you (y/n), she won't leave me alone! It's like she's obsessed!", Hyunjin keeps his back against the door, afraid the girl could open it by some miracle driven by her potion induced feelings, hence she doesn't have the password.

"Well, you see Hyunjin... that's because she is! And it's your fault, you should simply face it..."

"Oh I'm going the kill Jeongin...", the boy grunts ignoring your words completely as the whines coming from the other side of the door overlapped them, "Can you go get him? Or get rid of her?"

You make your way to the door Hyunjin refuses to unblock and, when words and pushes didn't make the tall boy move, you had to resort to your wand, although the simple threat was more than enough for him to make way for you. He stayed hidden in the corner as you parted the door slightly to tell the girl her beloved had disapparated from there, and she should probably look at the quidditch court. The fact she believed you only proved how strongly she was affected by the potion, since everyone knew Hyunjin would never go to a sports court by his free will and disapparating into and out Hogwarts wasn't possible at all.

As soon as the path got clear you both made your way to the shrieking shack through the whomping willow everyone was so afraid of, but that was exactly why the three of you claimed it as your secret meeting place.

Jeongin was already waiting as you sent him a message through your magic notepad when you got rid of Angela, and you had to secure Hyunjin to not throw the book at the Slytherin boy who only laughed in return. The laughter didn't last long though, because you only stopped Hyunjin so you would be the one scolding the younger one, flicking his head the same way you did to the lover boy earlier.

"Hey! What did you do that for?", the boy frowned at you rubbing his forehead.

"To bring you back to reality, so you can both fix the mess you made!"

"But what's the problem?" Jeongin looked at you with honest confusion on his face, "Is this about the potion? You know that thing wears off in like a week or so right?"

"Exactly... do the math now genius..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes before leaning his back against the spiderweb covered walls.

The three of you spent the whole afternoon trying to figure out what went wrong in the first place, you analyzing every single detail of the procedure, and the boys trying to recreate every step they took to reach the final product. But, after hours of research and theories nothing seemed to have gone wrong, well except for the exaggerated and long-lasting effect of the potion.

"We should just obliviate the poor girl..." suggested Jeongin at one point, head in his hands as a sing of withdrawal.

“I don’t think that’s legal, but we can work around it...” You agree with him closing the book you were now reading for the fifth time.

"Are you guys serious? Because that sounds great! Can we get away with it?" Hyunjin's eyes were sparkling in hope as he shifted in his seat to a more straight up position, ready to do whatever it took to get to walk in peace around the school, without being unexpectedly smooched in the cheek and squezeed into a hug every time the girl spotted him.

"No, it's a joke!" You both sigh at your friend's desperation before calling it a day, deciding to resume your research first thing in the morning.

As per usual, you met with the boys for breakfast at the dining hall, though this time they weren't alone and you couldn't help out a giggle when Angela, as glued to Hyunjin as possible while feeding him something funny looking with a spoon, winked at you as soon as you sat in front of her and next to Jeongin. The latter looked almost as horrified as the pampered boy, and you had to focus to try and keep yourself from bursting into laughter before the scene that was unfolding in front of you.

Hyunjin looked like an annoyed pouty baby slumped in his chair - as an attempt to go unnoticed -, while the smiley girl, - one that seemed to have way too much energy in the morning -, pulled some strands of the boy's hair behind his ear before kissing his cheek, "You're so pretty Hyunnie-jin, and I hate to leave you," the girl pouts as she pinches his cheeks rather aggressively, "but don't worry sugarplum, I'll be waiting for you in the astronomy tower when you leave class." This time the kiss is aimed at his lips, but Hyunjin antecipates her intentions and dodges his head with a slick move, just not fast enough to be fully free of her, ending up with her lips awkwardly attached half to his jaw, half to the corner of his lip.

"So you decided to give in?" You couldn't help the grin that was forming on your face, finding it hilarious how the universe always had a way to keep things balanced.

"Shut up. I had to if I didn't want to starve myself, it was one sacrafice I was willing to take." Hyunjin furiously rubs his face with a napkin, as if it would erase the memory of the previous demonstration of affection.

"I say it's the karma, you were basically playing and manipulating her the moment you gave her the potion, now you face the consequences."

"It's like she's taking revenge..." Jeongin mumbles more to himself than to his friends, but he was still heard, and had now two pairs of eyes locked on him waiting for a further explanation to what seemed to be a pretty plausable theory. "We already concluded we didn't do anything wrong, right?"

"Yes, it's still hard to believe though..." you take a sip of your pumpking juice with a raise eybrow, honestly still impressed at how they pulled that off.

"So what if she got aware that Hyunjin gave-"

"We, Jeongin, we!! This wasn't just me okay? I just got the, uh, benefits?"

"Ok, sure, whatever... What if she became aware that we," emphasis on the pronoun as he glanced at Hyunjin, "gave her a potion and now that it wore off she is pulling this act as a pay back? Because, according to our lover boy, if it was nice at first then why would she suddenly start acting all obsessively?"

Both you and Hyunjin took a moment to reflect on this new theory, one Jeongin was really proud of as showed by his smug grin when he crossed his arms and relaxed back in his chair.

"I hate to admit it, but that makes a lot of sense... and explains why she winked at me when I got here..."

"Okay yes, she is faking it... why else would she wink at (y/n) when I'm the one she's supposed to be focused on?", the boy threw his arms up with a questionting - and slightly offended - look.

"Time for confrontation!" you were already standing up with Hyunjin following the lead, but you held yourselves back when you realized Jeongin wasn't moving, looking between the both of you still grinning.

"I've got a better idea..."

It was a terrible idea, you thought, and wanted no part in it at all so you let the boys discuss the details while you just sat there judging their poor life decisions.

The plan was for Hyunjin, instead of confronting her and get it over with as you suggested, to play along as if he too was deeply in love with her, and see who would break out of character first. As much as you tried to explain how childish and stupid the plan was, the boys simply wouldn't listen to you, convinced this was the best idea they've ever had.

Hyunjin got oddly excited about this and ran to astronomy class, already antecipating the act he would pull off when he'd see the girl waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs when he'd get out, leaving you and Jeongin alone in the dining all. The contrast of your opinions on this was pretty clear in your faces, Jeongin laughing loudly, you furrowing your brows and shaking your head in disapproval.

Then, all of a sudden, the boy stops laughing and looks at you, "What if they actually end up falling in love after all this?"

He sounded seriously concerned yet amused at the same time, while you only rolled your eyes at him before collecting your books and leaving for class as well.

"Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic."

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matchamorphosis · 4 years ago

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MS ROSIE THAT HEADCANNON OMFG MAY I PRETTY PLEASE REQUEST DADDY ARI- maybe like hes busy with work but youre really needy so he lets you ride his thigh i lub mean daddy ari🥺<33333

𝐶𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑈𝐵

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || Ari hasn’t been paying you much attention and so you take matters in your own hands as well as your short cherry skirt.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || smut smut smut

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || alt. AU — daddy!ari levinson × [black//woc]fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw, thigh riding, masochism, kinda dark!ari, spanking, hair pulling, lots of edging, tons of crying, Ari is a big meanie :(( MINORS DNI — 18+ INTERACTION ONLY

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || candy by doja cat

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || yes jasmeen of course you can!! 🥺💗 i’m gonna make daddy!ari extra mean and dirty for you and i’m gonna add a little bit of bratty reader cause in this house we love mean daddies and spoiled brats! 💗💗💗

Ari’s eyes follow the screen to the stacks of paperwork in front of him. all this was due by the end of the week and he still didn’t file the information from the online form to the files laying on his desk.

there were times where Ari broke some work related limits of hours upon hours of desk work fueled by caffeine and your kisses of encouragement but then again he did have his limits.

these were those times but no matter how much he promised himself he’d take a break, meaning to check up on you and see what you’ve been up to. although time seemed to pass and Ari hadn’t realize that that side note was forgotten three hours ago on the account of his mind relentlessly kept on reeling him back into his paperwork.

the large coffee mug you made him at a pottery class sits besides a stack of files is pushing its fifth refill of the day as Ari pours the remaining bitter black liquid from the coffeepot. the dark black liquid flowing into the yellow painted, honeypot shaped mug.

it makes him smile at the memory of when you gifted it to him, wrapped in sparkly wrapping paper he presses kisses all over your face in gratitude. he always complained on needing a mug since he always dropped them and he was certain to never drop of break this special mug his princess made him.

its sudden with the loose grip he has on the coffee mug that the coffee spills over the brink of the mug and onto a few papers. the action causes Ari to blurt out an aggregated scold before fanning out the papers soaked in coffee to the side near a fan.

sitting back down on his chair his eyes look over the work he has completed. stapling and putting away documents that have been signed and filed out as well as closing off tabs that weren’t important anymore-

he still has more work cut out for him

his rushing thoughts and swift hands bearing a pen and the other a computer mouse, his head shoots up as a rhythm like knock echoes at the home office door. “come in,”

the low rumble of his voice speaks out as his eyes and attention to back on the papers in his grasps. sipping on his black coffee, slightly sweetened in his desired cream and sugar packets, his focus and eyes stick to his paperwork.

the door opens to reveal you, slightly irritated and desperate for attention from your daddy. you were certain with your presence and the way your heels clack against the flooring he would lift his head up. adjust the small glasses on the brink of his nose and acknowledge you, tell you that you look cute today or stop writing all together but it doesn’t spark interest to him at all.

thin spectacles on the brink of his nose, loose curtains of hair rest on the sides of his face. as you take steps closer you can see the worn out exhaustion in his blue hues and the deep darkness of his under eye bags. daddy hasn’t slept great in days, always joining you in bed in the early morning hours and waking before you can. so now knowing that your mission for attention might not be the best idea, you know when your daddy gets like this.

it’s best to leave him work but it wasn’t healthy for him to overwork. it’s stress none stop about getting work done cause it wasn’t good for daddy! and despite you feeling a burn in your belly that you wanted to deny and push aside for him...

even you had your limits of being deprived from his embraces, praises and touches.

a solid three days it’s been that Ari has been glued behind his desk. it irked you how demanding his job was but you had to be his supportive princess, he needed all the support and encouragement. even if it meant to ignore the wetness in between your thighs that needed to be catered and handled by your daddy then so be it...

maybe you can get a bit of attention, a morsel of affirmation from him and you’ll be set to go. maybe you shouldn’t have worn the outfit you have on if you now just want a praise of two but you don’t hesitate to get comfortable. settling in one of the form fitting arm chairs at the far corner of your daddy’s office near the towering bookshelves and his hanged degrees.

admiring how smart and brave your daddy is with his degrees, certificates and honors as you play with the little charm bracelet he gave you. throwing one smooth leg over the other your mini skirt rakes up to reveal your upper thighs but still covering up what little you’re trying to hide. you liked dressing up pretty for daddy and he did to, today was no exception cause you were planning on cheering him up.

when he would finally realize you were here- you roll your eyes as he takes another sip of coffee. taking all your necessities that you stuffed in your Strawberry Shortcake book bag, you laid the elements of entertainment on the coffee table in front of you near the plush armchairs.

one of your lisa frank coloring books being thrown across the expansive wooden tabletop, you take out your bright vivid gel pens and pastel markers from your coloring pouch. and by taking out you unzip the pink pouch and turn it upside down for it all to fall on the table.

the clashing plastic crash of your coloring tools against the polished tabletop alert Ari- his head shooting up as his eyes meet your distanced body uncapping a scented marker and opening a page of the coloring book.

“princess? I didn’t see you, what are you doing here?” his voice breaks as he drops the pen in his hands briefly, softly smiling as he sees your face driven in concentration. his smile deepens when your nose doing the cute little scrunch thing when you’re unsure about something but plan on figuring out.

hair styled in one of your complicated yet sophisticated hairdos, his large sweater he allowed you to wear since the morning still adorns your bodice comfortably. knees bended, he sees them bare but an outline to a crimson red skirt falls on your hips.

it’s a shame Ari couldn’t get up and scoop you up in his arms, play and color with you for a bit without the ball and chain of his work holding him hostage at his desk.

“so now you notice i’m here,” your voice lightly snaps but it’s mellowed as your lips pull into a pout, pulling the strings of his heart. a sense of guilt rises in his chest because he knows he hasn’t been caring for you properly these past few days. without the little moments of meals and getting ready for bed he hasn’t been spending time with you that much.

“don’t be like that princess. daddy just has alot of work to finish-” but you still shake your head, confusing Ari as you cross your arms over your chest.

“but I don’t want daddy to work! daddy works forever! I want special time!” you whine, your eyes tearing up as you slam your hands against the table. making the coloring books, pens and markers quake at your mercy.

at this moment Ari’s at your mercy, and if he permits you to continue this stirring frenzy who knows how much he’s going to spend away from his work to calm you from a potential tantrum. so the words that come out of Ari’s mouth make you hault your next actions of crying and screaming-

the simple notion of, “come here princess, bring your coloring book with you. we can work together,” makes your tears stop falling and your body rising to leap towards him. grabbing your things quickly and making your way to your daddy. it’s now that he sees you in your outfit that has his eyes sticking anywhere else but yours.

a smirk curling your glossy, cherry painted lips you turn around for him so he could see your little ‘outfit’ the flow of your skirt tempting to rise up at the bottom curve of your ass but you’re hoping to save the surprise do what’s underneath it later, “do you like my skirt daddy?” you say, your eyes tracing his and he only but stares at anything else but your eyes.

the rich gleam of your thighs and long legs, the way your chest peaks out through the fabric to his sweater, your tempting glossy lips and those damn heels...

his response is his hands patting down on his thigh, enough to practically make your heart jump at the sight. it’s been that long since you’ve sat on his lap but then again you constantly need to be on it.

a moonlight smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you drop your coloring books and markers on his desk. making sure to not mess up his paperwork with yours, Ari moves his papers to make way for your things.

sighing happily when you settle your bum in between both of his thighs to get comfy. sweet scent of strawberries and cream from your shampoo wafting to his nose and the stark fruitiness of your scented markers mixing with the coffee steam from his mug marry together.

the two of you do your separate jobs peacefully, with the exception of you reaching for his honeypot mug to have a lick of coffee that he tsks at you. moving the mug away from your grabby small hands.

“that’s a big people drink sweet pea. i’ll give you a juice box if you’re thirsty,” but you just shake your head and get right back to shading with your colors.

“daddy may I please play my hello kitty game?” your perky voice starts as you start coloring the detailed tiger cub. emphasizing on the may and please, your daddy was a sucker for good manners and etiquette.

shifting against only his right thigh now, your back hunches to reach the desk with difficulty until he shift to get you comfortable. continuing coloring but your eyes leave once in a while to stare at the keyboard Ari’s fingers clack with each key, “not now princess.” Ari hums and you frown sourly.

the online hello kitty theme park game would be an excellent way to have you distracted as he works but at the same time Ari doesn’t think it’ll be healthy for you to invest that much screen time. and besides he’s working on it, leaning your head on his bicep you let go of that unwanted answer and get back to color tinting and detailing.

Ari files in the margins of the paperwork and writes everything out as you do with your coloring sheets. as the minutes turn into hours, his mug once again being filled with coffee and your sippy cup filled with your juice. you finish coloring page after coloring page and Ari stack after stack of paperwork.

leaving you halfway done with your one hundred and seventy-five page Lisa Frank coloring book and your daddy only one stack of field files. the amount he managed to finish has him impressed of himself and grateful to his special good luck charm sitting perfectly right on his thigh.

“daddy look at all the pages I finished!” you cheer as you pull out the coloring book for him to look over, practically bouncing on his thigh from excitement. the dazzling brightness of your wide toothy smile bringing a large smile to Ari’s face as he takes the coloring book to look over at your hard work.

flipping each page, the drawings and outlined sheets were more colorful and detailed than the last and Ari was indeed speechless and at awe. proud of his creative princess and her clever unique technique with scented markers and glitter gel pens.

“princess these are gorgeous! I have a little artist on my hands don’t I?” Ari grins and his words make the wide smile you have crinkle as your eyes dash away from his flustered.

your bashful state makes Ari chuckle but his eyes don’t pull away to continue analyzing and admiring your work. you indeed did an excellent job at coloring and Ari thought you’d struggle a bit with the detailed sheets of Lisa Frank. the refrigerator tonight will be decorated in these latest masterpieces, he’ll make sure of it.

and you know what? you deserve a reward.

Ari thought and he bends to the side to open the second compartment of his desk just above his organized files. pulling the drawer open, his hands roam over the pens, staples and office supplies in search for the treats.

stopping his short search when his fingers grab the bag of heart shaped lollipops he at times rewarded you when you listened to him extra carefully. he grabs one and brings it up to your eyesight, enjoying how your eyes light up and follow the lollipop with each motion.

starlight eyes widen and focus on the cherry lollipop in your daddy’s grasp then stare up at him again, “is that for me daddy?” you words drip in eagerness, wanting to taste the sugary sweet artificial fruit against your tongue.

Ari’s eyes playfully squint against your mischievous ones, his fingers undo the wrapper and disregard it aside on the desk. wonderstroke eyes looking over the bare heart shaped lollipop, you can smell the tangy cherry and your mouth waters.

although you don’t expect daddy to take the lollipop in his mouth. a pout pulling your lips as you rock against his thigh for a taste and you stop once your daddy takes it out with a smart delightful pop!

“open up for daddy princess,” and you don’t need to be told twice as you open your mouth so Ari could place the heart lolli in your mouth. “tongue out sweet girl,” and you stick your tongue flat out, making Ari smile at your good listening skills.

your glossy lips closing around the sweet candy on a stick, you hum at the sweet taste, “thank you daddy,” Ari simply kisses your forehead before patting your head, getting straight into work.

despite the candy he gave you, you’re still upset he still is ignoring you. by all means you could color as many pages in your coloring book for eternity but they never gave you the same satisfaction then the attention daddy gave you.

being deprived of it, you’ve also been deprived of his cock.

locked away in the depths of your shared bedroom you couldn’t just replace his thick fingers with yours. your pink silicon toys with his cock because they didn’t reach the golden spot he easily could reach. and you couldn’t rub your panty clothed pussy against one of your pillows and pretend it was Ari’s body.

no matter how much you wanted to touch yourself at times- hell you wanted to touch yourself when you were in your playroom this early afternoon. Ari obviously wouldn’t notice since his head was deep in paperwork but you knew you couldn’t break one of his golden rules.

right now daddy was right here, you were sitting on his very lap and compared to him you were a little thing in desperately critical need to be taken care of. your slicked cunt wasn’t going to stop over-examining your daddy’s big arms that caged you in. his large hands that held the pen that looked so small in it as he wrote. his wide muscular chest that you rest your back against.

not to mention the soft and tender caresses of his one hand rubbing your thigh through your fringed scarlet red skirt. soft lips pressing gentle kisses on your hairline here and there along with the scratch of his thick beard. the soft spoken praises he whispered in your ear as you colored quietly for him.

daddy himself made you needy, very needy. because as much as you could sit still and color quietly and be his good girl you desperately wanted to grind your cunt against his thigh.

but then again who were you to ask for permission?

the sudden shift your body has against his thigh doesn’t ring any bells or blast any alarms since he just thinks you’re simply shifting to find a comfortable position.

wandering fingers trace the veins bursting from your daddy’s flexed hands and forearms that grip his pen as he writes. as well as the other that’s hooked around your belly to keep you still, finding the perfect rhythm to roll your hips against ari’s thigh.

holding in a whimper you suck on the lollipop hard, picturing the heart shaped lolli has the tip of his cock but then again it just makes you drip pathetically against your daddy’s thigh even thinking of that. the burning pleasure vibrating at your core as your hips continue to rock onto the denim of your daddy’s jeans. the slick of your pussy soaking your panties and the honey seeps through the crotch of the thin lace thing.

as much as you’re doing a good job at keeping your little sounds to yourself and throwing Ari off at your dirty work as you carry on coloring he isn’t oblivious to the wetness that is drenching his thigh nor your ongoing grind you have on it.

no matter how considerable you told him earlier that you were coloring the page you’re working on for him and how adorable you looked grinding your desperate cunt on his thigh.

you didn’t ask for permission

Ari’s sure if he could lift your body away from his thigh they’re would be a wet patch stained on his jeans. he can hear the sloppiness of your wet folds and slick with each rock your hips have. the smell of your arousal filling his nose, the cherry in your breath as you let out a little whimper. feeling the loose string of your orgasm building in the pit of your belly beginning to tighten as you roll and rock your hips to the lace that makes you melt.

“stop it,” Ari’s low rumble commanded, his hands still writing something but his eyes dash from his work to you. eyes closed and face clouded in lust as you persist your grinding. head and conscious tucked away in your dirty little dream world. Ari doesn’t let the fact that you’re sucking on the lollipop like it’s his cock or the little moans that sound like high pitched hums.

he gave you you’re a reward and he can easily take it away

oblivious of your daddy’s true intention you moan when his hand lands on your head, stroking through your hair until he takes a handful of it and pulls your head back. a gasp escaping your lips, your eyes open and the grind you have on his thigh comes to a crashing stop at the painful tug.

“daddy let go!” you loudly whine. your eyes watering at your ruined orgasm and your hair potentially getting ruined by your daddy’s harsh hold.

another cry escapes your lips when ari pulls your head back even more, causing your back to arch as his breath wafts against your earlobe. “daddy told you to stop, princess. is my little princess a dumb baby or is my little princess too busy fucking herself on daddy’s thigh to listen?”

the coarseness of his remark makes you shiver, a whimper and cry leaving your lips as your eyes water as the hold he has on your hair tightens.

“get your filthy cunt off of my thigh and keep coloring that picture for me. can you do that for me or you going to wander and get lost in that whorish brain of yours?”

rapidly nodding your head up and down and lift your hips over his thigh, your need to please and answer his question quickly makes him chuckle into your hair. although you’re still whimpering and pouting over your ruined hair, you spent all morning making it cute and perfect all for it to be ruined with a single tug from his large hands.

hot bothered breath and searing lips grazing against the shell of your ear causes your wetness to seep and drip onto your rubbing thighs. catching you in the act, Ari’s free hand pulls the skirt above your hips, expecting you to wear some kind of tiny lace panties but you aren’t wearing anything.

blue eyes don’t meet any scandalous undergarment, just your plump ass and your dripping cunt desperate for his touch. desperate for a release and his attention, his hands examine the flimsy material for a skirt that deliciously hugs and covers your hips.

feeling your daddy’s stare on your princess parts, it makes your heart jump and thump when his hands grab at your ass. kneading the flesh of it before gripping the waistline of the cherry red skirt.

“daddy-?” another gasp escapes your lips when a loud tare ripples throughout the room and the weight of cold air hitting your slicked, exposed pussy.

Ari grunts as he takes the fabric of your now ripped skirt and throws it onto the floor without a care, all he wants to see is your pussy. a large hand comes down to slap your ass, enjoying the way it bounces back like it’s a response. it has all the blood and lust flowing down south to his hardening cock.

“do daddy a favor princess and shut the fuck up before daddy makes you,” the threat makes you whimper, the lollipop in your mouth swirling sweetly against your tongue as your daddy pinches and gripes handfuls of your ass. slapping the flesh and watching it bounce, he wants to dig his teeth in your peach flesh.

“take my sweater off. I want nothing on what’s mine. do you understand?” Ari groans in your ear as his hands glide around your hips to dip into your cunt, his fingers stroking your folds and not believeing how wet you are. “oh and princess, the heels stay on,”

whimpering and following his order quickly, grabbing his sweater from the helm and lift the heavy wool material of the sweater above your head. body fully bare and under the heat of his burning glance, you drop the thick article of clothing in your hands on the floor. leaving the heels on as he commanded, feeling the lust filled burn of his stare intensify as you rest your hands together on his knee waiting.

waiting impatiently for the matter for his next command. the smell of the baby oil and sweet strawberry lotion he rubbed on your curves earlier that day hits his nose and he moans. you look, smell and- as he takes his fingers in his mouth and moans- taste like candy.

hearing the sudden sound of a heavy metal buckle of his belt loosen, Ari’s hard cock rises up and hits the hard muscle of his belly. an untamed groan escapes oats his lips when you turn your head over your shoulder to see him rubbing the tip of his cock with his thumb.

those starlight eyes that usually gleam in their faux innocence stare back at the fire in his eyes and you pout. wanting to touch daddy’s cock and taste him on your tongue. but your eyes tear up when he takes his thumb and suck the white cum into his mouth, not leaving enough for you to taste.

it makes you whip your head away from his handsome smug face. Ari doesn’t ignore the sniff out of you as he sets sight of your bare body in front of him. resting your elbows and body weight on the desk your arched back leaves loads of space for him to glide his hands through. running delicious shivers throughout your spine before he slaps your ass again. stinging and burning but your cunt creams in pleasure as you bite your bottom lip.

“my slutty princess wasn’t wearing a bra under daddies sweater? no panties under those scraps for a skirt? fucking knew you looked too good. wanted daddy to find out and ruin your tiny pussy, didn’t you? wanted to distract me from work? nasty little girl thinking she can get what she wants.”

not daring to let out another moan, his hand still gripping your hair loosens as his free hand rises up your waist to pinch a nipple. “answer me slut. you get nothing if you don’t,” his hiss rings and normally you would laugh at him in this state. telling off his stupid hunchmen on the phone as you got all hot and bothered as he yelled at them, making them beg for his forgiveness.

now you’re on the end of that anger; and you don’t mind it one but as his large calloused hands grab the fragments of your ripped skirt on the floor before analyzing your bare body arched pretty and posed for him. in nothing but your big girl heels with your cute lacy white socks, his cock is painfully hard now as the tip paints his abdomen in precum.

“yes daddy. I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted you to stop working because you haven’t touched me and I want cummies! I deserve cummies!” you cry but the words are too sloshed and unreadable from the lollipop in your mouth.

it’s quick that Ari takes the stick and pulls it away from your mouth with a swift and perky pop! a loud whine excludes your lips from his sole action but it’s replaced with a gasp as Ari slaps your mouth, “shut your big brat hole up before I stuff it shut myself,” and you moaned at him, fucking moaned at the threat.

it leaves him just as speechless as you, you’re face wafting in the heat of your embarrassment and you cower when his smirk curls deviously done on you. Ari wants you to cry- God he wants to rip your heart out and bandage it up with his cock

“dumb babies like you get what daddy gives you. nothing else, now grind on daddy’s thigh princess,” his rough command makes you freeze, not even daring to breathe for a second.

wondering if he’s being serious, and it’s as if he could read the confusion buzzing in your head he decides to clear it up. the harsh and stinging spank awakes you from your overthinking session and you get to work. working to gain the same pleasurable friction you were enjoying moments ago.

your hands gripe the edge of his desk till your knuckles bulge out around your soft skin. rocking your hips against the roughness of his jeans, this time no panties are in the way as your slickness flows freely. lubricating your folds and soaking his thigh with your juices, it makes him chuckle when he feels your wetness soak through the fabric onto his thigh. you’re so pretty and obedient he could fuck your till you couldn’t think or stand.

“do you think you can finish your coloring page before you cum princess? show me how good you are at coloring.”

Ari’s artificially sweet remark makes you whimper, just as artificial as the cherry heart lollipop you were licking. not hesitating or wasting a minute, you quickly grab your coloring book and markers and get straight to work.

thankful you didn’t have to color much, one good thing leading you to this moment you could feel your orgasm nearing. the high peak that you’re getting closer and closer to, you want to jump off the cliff and dive into the waves of your pleasure. who knows what daddy would do if you didn’t finish your drawing on time, you needed to fucking cum.

you always got what you fucking wanted regardless what daddy thought, but maybe you spoke to soon-

“please princess, daddy knows you can grind harder on that. show me how much of a slut you are for daddy’s thigh,” you whimper at his command and obey immediately.

grinding harder against him, his teeth biting the soft bit of ear as his fingers roll your hard nipples. slightly wincing and deeply moaning, you can’t help but allow him to make you slip in that space of mindless obedience.

daddy always made you a moaning wet mess, always desperate for his approval and sweet honeyed praises. glassy eyes concentrating on your coloring sheet, it was becoming difficult to focus on coloring as you rocked your hips. trying desperately to withhold your orgasm but desperately trying to please daddy and grinding harder. hot tears springing in your eyes at the havoc situation, you let out a sob as your rock against Ari’s thigh.

Ari only but cooed at you, thumbing away your hot salty tears. “what a little crybaby,” he chuckles through a fake sympathetic smile. fisting his hard slippery cock in one hand as the other crept down to rub your little button. if anything Ari wants more now is for you to cry- it’s getting his cock harder and harder as the tears drip onto the coloring sheet.

“daddy I-I can’t color that fast!” that cry as his thick fingers advancing in their speed and pressure. stroking the puffiness of your folds before brushing against your drenched hole.

taking not a single ounce of regard to your wail, he responds only by pinching your pussy lips. causing you to cry out in sudden pain before he strokes your pussy to calm you. thick digits gathering up your arousal, your folds creating a lewd serenade in the golden tint of his office.

“you can’t color that fast? my stupid little princess doesn’t know how to color quick enough? to color a small stupid drawing before she can cum? huh, princess? answer me!”

there doesn’t need to be any tugging at your hair or harsh slap to your ass for you to quiver against him. Ari- your daddy has a magical way of making you submit with just the ease of his words but you don’t know how to answer him at all but to keep coloring. marshmallow tears streaming down your face like shooting stars, you continue to reach your high your daddy assists you on reaching but denies.

however Ari is noticing that you’re practically almost done coloring the picture, by the time you’re finished you’d probably cum and fufill his order. oh he couldn’t let that happen. his spoiled brat wasn’t gonna cum until he felt she deserved so, which wasn’t gonna be anytime soon if he could do anything about it.

quick hands slap down on your ass, causing the marker in your hand to scribble slightly over the lines. a gasp escaping your lips your bottom lip trembling at the sight and rushing figuring out how to fix it. scarlet heels clacking together, his hands stop tracing the lace of your socks at your ankles.

ravishing in your panicked state, he smirks into your hair. grabbing the lollipop he snatched from you earlier from the desk, taking it into his mouth with a satisfying pop! ignoring your offended and hurt whimpers as your daddy steals your reward away from you due to your clumsiness. it makes your vision blurry and your bottom lip tremble violently, head echoing in only one thought and one thought only-

daddy is so mean, daddy’s a big fat meanie.

your thoughts roar but you didn’t mean to say any of them aloud, you’re so caught up in the moment that you have no idea you did so because now your ass is getting spanked again and again and again and again. all until your peach flesh burns and Ari can see the indents of his fingers on that heart shaped ass he loves so much before bringing his hand back in your hair.

tugging it so your spine suddenly arches back so his lips brush your ear, a gasp escaping your mouth. “I can be meaner princess. you stop coloring and I won’t let you cum. do you understand that? stupid whore.”

the growl rolls off his lips and it just adds onto the sheet of sweats glistening off your skin. tears drop from your lashes as shaky, trembling hands grip the markers as you persist on finishing the coloring page. feeling your body is on fire, your sobbing cunt continues to rock against his loins and the pleasure is almost unbearable you whimper.

the smirk plastered on Ari’s face is sinful, his hands unbutton his shirt to leave his chest bare. golden pendant glistening in the light bulbs of his office. back muscles resting against the leather of his office chair, he strokes his throbbing cock. biting his bottom lip enjoying the naked sight of his desperate slut for a precious princess bouncing and rocking on his thigh.

arms bended calmly behind his head, biceps slightly flexing as he licks on the lollipop he took from you. humming from its sweet taste while imagining it’s the nipples of your tits, his tongue flicking over the heart shape- sucking sharply on it. savoring the sweet cherry taste as his hands graze up to gripe your bouncing tits. savoring in your heavy moans, stiff sniffles and stuttering sobs all on the account of him.

like taking candy from a baby, his baby.

Ari thinks as he watched your ass bounce, sweat glistening off your skin as your heeled feet shake. moving back in your high unaware matter, your ass unintentionally brushes roughly against his balls. causing you to gasp and your daddy to grunt, ordering you to do it again which you do.

suddenly the thought of fucking your other tight hole full of his white ropes of cum takes over his mind but he was enjoying you trying to find a release. “maybe if you color the picture really nice for daddy then daddy will let you cum,”

Ari spoke, his voice soft and tender like always despite the current moments of viscously degrading and name calling you. you’ve always craved this part of him but who knew it would hurt your heart so fucking good with each insult and slap to your heart shaped ass.

although the remark creates a hopeful glisten in your relieved eyes, posture relaxing a bit. you were certain you wouldn’t be able finish it on time but maybe if you focus on making it look pretty- regardless of a few white spaces- daddy would let you have your cummies. Ari would kiss you on your pretty lips and make you undone with the sweetest command.

oh how you craved it this moment it’s bringing more tears to your eyes.

“r-really daddy?” you stutter, imagining the tenseness of his thigh as his cock. squeezing it just right around your walls as your eyes glue on the coloring sheet. grinding your pussy harder onto his jean covered thigh that let’s all your high pitched and stuttering moans flow like honey, “you really mean it?”

a dark glint shines in Ari’s blue hues, taking the lollipop out of his mouth his hand rubs his shaft painfully slow. that thumb that has been teasing your button glides past his weeping tip, his burning blue glance shifting to you. until his hand reaches up, causing you to moan when he grabs a handful of your hair.

oh how he was going to tear his poor princess down after building her a sense of hope.

“no,”

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