#i need him to fuck me till all liquids come out of my body and then eat my out like it his last meal

[evolnoomym]

liquid smooth 🤍 Pt.2

Mom’s Best-friend!Joel Miller x f!reader

General Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist | Pt.1 🩶 | Support me |

Summary: Life with Joel is all you could have hoped for and with the new reality setting in, you and Joel have some interesting ideas.

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!

Word count: 2.9k

Authors note: okayyyyy so this was first and foremost a idea for Wifeys @joelmillerisapunk “PPCU Body Worshipping Writing Challenge”

I choose for myself Joel Miller + cock&balls worshipping and then i couldn’t write it down for months. Luckily inspiration found me and now it can be looked at as a continuation of “Washing Machine Heart 🩶”

I hope y’all enjoy 🤍

Warnings: no y/n, F!OC, Moon as always, lotsssss of cum, tempering with food/tea I guess(?), p-in-v action, no protection, creammmmm pies, somnophilia, oral m receiving, finding enjoyment in tears, Daddy Kink, pervy Joel, Sub / Dom vibes, switching roles, biting, overstimulation, cock & ball rings, orgasm denial, cum shot, cum eating, aftercare…If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Shoutout to @saradika-graphics & @cafekitsune for the dividers 🤍

And shoutout to @joelmillerisapunk & @sunshineispunk for proofreading 😇

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. 😂🫶🏻

After you had been kicked out of your Moms house and moved in with Joel, everything started to settle down. Neither of you had heard from your Mom in weeks and you hadn’t tried reaching out to her either.

You no longer had to live with her or that toxic energy she was made of.

Joel and you were living on cloud nine, fucking anywhere you could at all times. At this point it was impossible that there was a surface left in his house that hasn’t been defiled. 

He’s fucked you in the shower, pushed you against the tiles with ferocious force and pounded you til tears were streaming down your cheeks. He’s slipped inside you from behind in the early mornings when you were barely awake, you had allowed him to do this in a prior discussion and in the end it wasn’t unpleasant waking up to his hips snapping against your own and those rough fingers flicking your clit. 

One morning he had bent you over the kitchen counter, pulled the shirt you stole from him up and over your naked ass before swiftly pushing into your wet pussy. He’d taken you apart right by the open kitchen window and you’d just hoped that the nice elderly lady next door didn’t hear you screaming. 

Another time he’d stopped you from drinking your morning chai tea by tugging your unoccupied hand down to his growing bulge, he nuzzled himself into your neck and whimpered which was music to your ears. Of course you gave into his needs and got down on your knees dutifully, to serve him just the way he liked. You had taken his length down your throat so willingly and swallowed every last drop like a greedy little slut, desperate for his cum. 

Joel came up with a pretty good idea to surprise you. He watched you each morning, pouring a splash of milk into your chai tea and then sipping it while sitting out on the back porch.

It was one of those days where Joel would be up before you and as always he stood in the kitchen prepping your tee. Since he had gotten used to your warm and waiting mouth draining his full balls each morning, his cock obviously still got hard, even when you weren’t there to take care of him. 

Normally he might’ve sneaked into the bedroom, peeled the blanket back and pushed his way into your tight pussy till he filled you up completely. But this time his plan looked different. He pushed his shorts down until his engorged cock bobbed up against his lower belly, one of his enormous hands wrapped itself around his member and he started jerking off frantically. 

“Yeahhhh…babygirl will love Daddy’s milk in her tea, ughhh” he mumbled and groaned while holding his leaking slit right over the beautiful cup you had bought. 

Not long after a generous load splashed into the cup, Joel, who was still buzzing, then topped it off with some normal milk. 

By the time you woke up, came down the stairs and sat down at the table to enjoy breakfast, Joel had cleaned up and put on his poker face. He joined you at the table, pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head as he had placed your drink of choice down in front of you. 

You thanked him before you brought the cup up to your mouth and took a sip. It tasted good, but there was something else to the taste. A slight but welcomed bitterness. 

“Daddy, it tastes good, but did you put something else in there?” You drowsily asked him. 

Joel chuckled at that “Hmmm dunno,” he pretended to think it over, tapping at his chin with his pointer finger, before he continued “well Daddy might’ve put in some special creamer.” He winked at you. 

“Since when do we have creamers ?” You sounded genuinely curious.

“Oh babygirl, you are so cute when ya just woke up…” he shook his head lightly before leaning in. With his lips at your ear he whispered “it’s Daddy’s special Milk.” 

You had let out a stunned gasp and pushed him away by his shoulder, but your face didn’t display anger, no, your cheeks were flushed and you had a dazed smile adorning your face. 

“Oh daddy, you are so naughty,” you mused in a sickly sweet voice. 

“But ya like that, don’t you, Moon, love?” He knew exactly the effect his deep rumbling morning voice had on you. 

“Of course I do, I can never get enough of you.” Yeah. He had you wrapped around one of his beefy fingers. 

After some time, you had shyly suggested trying out to switch the existing roles, till now Joel always took the leading dominant position and you did whatever he wanted. So you didn’t expect him to be so open to giving you the power over him but Joel was no little boy that couldn’t be shown some new tricks, no, he was on board immediately. 

A couple days later, he found himself naked from the hips down, sitting on one of the dining chairs with his arms crossed behind his back. 

“You’re really not gonna tell me what my surprise is, baby?” He tried to manipulate you by sounding extra sweet but you wouldn’t budge. 

“No, I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough what I have in mind for you,” you send him a flirtatious wink and your secretive behavior only encourages his curiosity further. 

Of course as soon as Joel grants you the power over him you take full advantage of it, not only is he supposed to stay seated and refrain from touching you. No. You had additionally put on a matching black lace set. Joel could see your perky nipples calling to him from under the delicate fabric and, apart from tiny black flowers adorning the swell of your breasts, the bra was see-through. 

When you turn away from him, he can't stop groaning at the sight of your perfect ass cheeks, the ones he loves to smack, bite, kiss and lick at any chance, split by the matching black lace thong. 

You ripped him out of his horny thoughts when you got down on all fours. 

“Remember the rules: no touching and you don’t come until I allow you.” You remind him while slowly crawling between his wide spread thighs. 

“Yes, baby, I remember the rules,” he sounds dazed and he is, you kneeling between his legs looking so stunning, was making it hard for him to think. 

“Hmm, that’s a good boy,” you reply and Joel’s cock jumps in excitement, he likes you calling him that wayyyyy more than expected. 

“Fuckkk, Moon, what will ya do to me?” His pitch is getting more whiny and desperate with each word.

“Don’t worry, babyboy, I’ll take good care of you,” you nod reassuringly at him while placing your soft, warm hands upon his knees and stroke all the way up to the crease where his leg meets his hip. Those small yet deliberate touches make more blood rush right to his groin. He’s already pulsing and you haven’t even done much. 

Joel is closer and closer to losing his composure the more you stroke his thighs. You keep almost touching him where he is aching the most, but you stop right before you are about to close your fingers around his cock.

“God, pleaseee, Moon-Love I need ya to touch me…” there’s a strain to his voice and he begins wriggling his hips in hopes your hand might slip and touch him but instead you pull away instantly.

Joel sighs in annoyance, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back to rest between his shoulder blades.

“Mooni, don’t ya think this is enough teasin’ for your old man?” 

“Mhh, no, I think you can handle a little more. You wanna be a good boy for me, don’t you?” 

You clearly want to ruin him completely.

“Hnghh, I do but…-“ He doesn’t get further than that because you decide you’ve had enough of his petulant behavior. All he feels is your teeth sinking into the meat of his thigh.

His head snaps back to look at you in confusion “Ouch, what was that for?” 

“Had enough of your constant whining, besides don’t you dare pretend to be shocked you’ve done the same to me,” you tilt your head,“remember?” 

How could he not? All those hours he spent sucking and biting bruises into your squishy thighs, those were some of his favorite moments.

“‘course I do darlin’…love spending hours with my head between your legs, so close to that pretty pussy.” He fucking winks at you. 

You just roll your eyes and lick soothingly over where you had bitten him. 

“You are such a smooth talker, aren’t you. Think I’m gonna give in if you butter me up?” 

“Well….will ya give in?” Cheeky fucker. 

“Shut up Joel,” you put your hand on his weeping cock and within a split second he breaks the touching rule.

You retract your hand and get up from kneeling. “Hmmm, I gave you enough warnings. You are clearly not a good boy Joel, so we are doing this the hard way.” 

“No, baby, I’m sorry…I didn’t expect it. Pleaseee don’t stop,” there he goes whining again.

You pay no attention to his words, you pick up the secretive little bag and walk behind him.

“Put your hands back where they are supposed to stay,” Joel complies silently.

You pull out a black rope and start looping it around his wrists in a way you know he could easily get out of. 

To your surprise, he doesn’t protest to being tied up. Good choice. It would only get him into more trouble. 

Once you’re done, you step around to be in front of him again, still holding the bag.

“More surprises?” 

“Yeah, I’m not sure how you’ll like it though but there’s no other option… Bad boys need to learn their lesson.” You pull out what looks like two black silicone rings. He knows what he’s in for. You had talked to him about possible practices you two could try out, cock and ball rings were discussed, amongst other things, but you didn’t warn him when it would happen.

You put the dominant role aside momentarily, “Are you okay with this, daddy? I promise I’m gonna be careful to not hurt the goods.” You smile at him but he doesn’t need much more convincing, he knows he can trust you with his treasure. 

“Go ahead, baby, doin’ such a good job for Daddy,” that’s all you need to hear before kneeling once more in front of him. 

You grasp his cock at the base and tilt his member down before spitting on him, quickly your hand slides up and down to spread his pre-cum and your spit all over. 

The first ring is for his juicy, swollen balls. You slip it over his testicles with ease.

“Is it too tight?” You ask.

“Ahh..no- no, sweetheart, it’s okay. New but nothin I can’t handle.” He husks. 

And so the second ring gets slipped down his impressive length. 

He lets out a hiss, takes a few deep breaths and tries to collect himself. You can see beads of sweat running down the column of his throat and the urge to lick them takes over you. You get up fast, holding yourself upright by placing your hands on his thighs. You lean in, open your mouth and let your tongue lick a bold stripe across his racing jugular. His musky, unique taste causes a stirring in your lower belly that you could suppress till now. 

While he adjusts to the rings around his groin, you happily lap up his sweat. 

“Moon?” He panted. 

You stop and stare at him with expecting eyes, waiting for the sign.

He nods and with that, you get back on the ground. You know your knees will definitely be bruised tomorrow but it’s totally worth it. 

For a second you just take in the visual of his manhood, dripping with precum and his cock is twitching ever so often. 

Tentatively, you try to wrap your fingers around him, not adding pressure and yet this is enough to make him moan.

“Baby, ‘m so hard…please make me cum. Please, baby, I’ll do whatever ya want.” 

His eyes are wide and he’s frantically nodding. 

“Shhh, it’s okay, babyboy I got you,” you amp up the grip around his base and you lean closer to spit directly onto his slit.

Unexpectedly, you pick up the speed and your hand makes wet squelching noises as you bring him closer to finishing. 

“Ah..ah…ahhh baby, fuck, don’t stop I’m so close,” Joel is closing his eyes and preparing to let go when you rip your hand away.

“Wh..why did ya stop?” You just laugh at him.

“I told you, you don’t get to cum unless i allow it,” you smirk cruelly. 

When you touch him this time, you use both hands and twist them while jerking him. 

“Ughh Moon, so good baby, you’re being so good for me..” you are marveling at the way Joel becomes a whimpering mess, the man that usually does this to you is now putty in your hands.

You still have some tricks up your sleeve, till now his balls were left untouched but just then your left hand slips down to his heavy sack.

You squeeze and rub them lovingly. Joel on the other side is floating away, he is beyond overstimulated and his balls feel as if they will burst any moment. 

Then you withdraw your hands again.

“No..no..no, baby, no don’t do this,” he is pleading with you “please touch him, I need to cum Moon.” He begs  you with urgency.

“Shh, it’s okay, daddy, you get to finish now.” You were being honest, his warm cum is what you wanted most. It was fun playing with him but now you were satisfied.

Your soft, slippery lips begin littering kisses to his glistening tip. You did that from top to bottom, even giving one to each of his swollen balls. 

“That’s a good girl, give kisses to Daddy’s balls, they produce all the milk I’ll put in your tee and in your cunt.” He laughs and you can’t help but smile.

“Thank you daddy for giving so much of your milk, making sure my belly is filled.” you whisper in between kissing his cock.

“Use your tongue please, baby” He doesn’t need to ask twice before you lick a stripe from his balls to his head. You flick the pointy tip of your tongue at his slit, besides his own juices, your drool was making this ordeal more sloppy and messy with each second. 

In Joel’s mind, the following 30 seconds were nonexistent. He’s sure he must have momentarily passed out or went to some kind of higher headspace. You have to tell him afterwards that in that moment you had let his throbbing length enter your mouth. And he knows that you are not lying because when he regained consciousness, that was the image that greeted him. Your plump lips wrapped around his cock. 

You got him about halfway down your throat before reaching your limit. 

“Jesus Christ, baby, ya gonna kill me,” Joel couldn’t even hear himself properly, he sounded miles away to himself.

Something happens that you could have never predicted: a tear slides down his handsome face and lands on his grey shirt, leaving a dark spot behind. 

A sick part of you wants more of that, so you pull your mouth off him entirely and instead you lick and kiss the sensitive spot at the underside of his dick. You researched before and found out that it’s called “Frenulum”. It supposedly drives men crazy so you wanted to try it out and Joel’s reaction was priceless.

He is so tense, biting his lip, scrunching his eyebrows and those gorgeous thighs of his are twitching, indicating that he must be practically seconds away from coming. 

To give him the final push, you stop licking him and instead place the inside of your palm flat over his leaking slit, rubbing that hand in small and quick circles. 

“Fu..fu..fuck, I..I’m comin’ Moon,” he huffs with his remaining energy. 

All the tension inside Joel snaps and, with a loud yelp, he comes, hot thick white ropes of cum land on your face, chest and ultimately on himself. Joel’s entire body twitches as the rewarding feeling of finally being able to release pressure washes over him. 

The room was silent except for Joel attempting to catch his breath and you have to make it hard for him. You may appear innocent but to Joel you are a little sadistic devil, you just have to swipe some of his cum off your tits before sucking your cum coated fingers into your mouth. 

All while keeping eye contact with him. 

“Hmmm, thank you, daddy, tastes delicious,” you smack your lips together satisfied.

You perk up suddenly. “Shit, sorry Joel, let me take off the rings.” 

You try your hardest to touch his cock and balls carefully. Slowly, you release his sack and then remove the ring that sat at the base of his cock.

You move on to untie him from the chair and then help Joel to the bathroom so he can take a relaxing bath with you.

“Come on, honey, we’ll take a nice bubble bath and then go to bed. How does that sound?” You ask him on the way up the stairs.

“Sounds fuckin’ perfect to me darlin’ “ he mumbles in response. 

Lastly, he adds a soft spoken, “I love you Moon,” 

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[virtual-bunny]

look at how fucking stupid he looks like

[littlepuppers]

fantasizing about dog sitting rnnnn. I’ve never dog sat or anything, and everyone in my neighborhood has big dogs for protection. But i’m thinking if i did offer to dog sit and be told how to take care of the dogs and everything. I would bend down to put their food in their food bowls and he would trap my hips and start mounting me. i try to push him off but he starts barking and biting at my neck. frozen in fear, i try to wiggle my hips away but his doggy cock goes under my skirt. as he puts all his weight on me, my upper body is forced onto the cold floor, and my face into his food bowl. i yell at him to stop, heel, walk?

nothing works, he just keeps thrusting till he pushes my panties aside. no no no no please. my tears start to fall into the kibble as i lay there whimpering, still trying to push his paws off of my hips. but he pulls my hips closer and i feel his hot cock push into me. completely limp and terrified i realize i can’t get him off of me. he’s so big, pushing against my walls and fucking me so fast and i can’t help but moan a little bit because he’s hitting all of my spots. i start to get close and clench around him but he immediately bites down hard on my neck and pushes a huge doggy knot inside me. i scream into the food and am forced to not move because i feel like ill split open if i do.

god. what the fuck. i need this dog off of me now. his slobber dripping off my neck and his teeth marks littered across it. these are definitely gonna bruise. fuck everyone’s gonna find out. i feel his hot doggy semen pool into me and leaking into my cervix, it’s the most disgusting feeling. maybe he’s done now? i try to push his paws off again and he starts to back up.

NOT DONE FUCK. i get dragged a few inches back because fuck he’s fucking stuck in me and have to wait this shit out for god know how long. it hurts, i still feel his cum , now leaking out of me and making a huge mess on the floor. he starts licking the back of my neck and licking off the kibble stuck to my face.

“dumb fucking dog,” i say but he grunts and harshly backs up as i hear a POP and liquid splashing on the ground. my legs shake and give out as i fall down into the dogs mess of cum. so gross. i feel his cold snout pushing my butt back up and he starts licking into my hole, pushing his semen back in. fuck. get the fuck away please i can’t take more. he leaves me.

for the next few days of dog sitting i’ve felt his cum constantly leak out of me and he doesn’t stop trying to push his snout up my skirt. he even does it when the owners come back and i hand them the keys back. they snap and him and say no, only to notice his red cock out and dripping as he’s sniffing me. i push him away and walk out, thankful that it’s over, looking down annoyed and disgusted as i see more of his arousal dripping down my leg.

(fuck i got so carried away writing this, so sorries :33)

[enhaheeseung]

MAKE A MOVIE - L. HEESEUNG

PAIRING: Heeseung X fem reader

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, edging, cream pie, missionary position, filming.

WORDCOUNT: 1,1k (Another drabble hoping for more engagement on my blog)

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“God baby, you look so fucking beautiful. Wish I could stare at you like this forever,” he groans, staring down between your legs where his girth splits you open. The sight of his cock slipping in and out, coated in your creamy wetness, was his favorite view.

You giggle in a seductive manner, your fingertips tracing his hips as he slides in and out of your silky walls. “Take a video, and you can,” you wink at him playfully.

He inhales a sharp breath at your words, his hands gripping your waist harder. “Fuck” his eyes rolled back in his head at your dirty suggestion, and the mischievous smirk on your face was not helping the current twitching of his cock. Just the idea was getting him so close. “Really?” He asked breathlessly, his pace slowing down a bit so he wouldn’t cum just yet.

“Yeah,” you bite your lip seductively. “Wanna watch how good you fuck me” you moan, intentionally clenching around his shaft, watching him fall apart above you.

His lips parted, a whiny moan slipping out from the feeling of you encased so tightly around him. “Baby….” He warns, knowing exactly what you’re doing to him. “At least let me get a minute's worth of video before I cum” he laughs softly, and so do you deciding not to tease him anymore.

He reaches over to the nightstand and quickly grabs his phone, his hips never stopping while he unlocks it. He turns the flash on, pointing it right between your legs, filming up close where his cock repeatedly enters you balls deep. “So wet,” he murmurs low enough for the video not to pick it up.

You let out a soft breath, eyes closing in pleasure as he thrusts into you at a steady pace. Even though you’ve been going for at least twenty minutes, every slide of his cock felt better each time, a new layer of creamy arousal coating his thick base and abdomen.

“You look so perfect,” he whispers, tracing your rib cage with his fingertips.

You arched into him, sliding your body down on every single inch of him till his tip reached your cervix. “Hee,” his name comes out in a quick pant, and he can tell you’re as close as he is.

He quickly pulls out, staving off both your orgasms so he can record more your body squirms at the loss of fullness, your hips rolling and desperately chasing for his cock so you can feel him again. His cock jumps at your eagerness for him, and he places his length against your clit thrusting his hips back and forth, edging the both of you without penetrating.

So much for holding off orgasms cause this felt almost as good as being inside you. “Fuck baby, I’m so close,” he breathes out his palm, gently pressing your lower stomach to add to your pleasure.

“Me too.” Your toes curl, a tingling heat coursing through your body as your high approaches. He grabs the base of his cock, pressing his tip to your clit over and over again, smearing your vulva in his sticky precum. “Want it inside hee.”

“Yeah? Want me to cream in this pussy, baby?” You nod your head frantically, wanting nothing more than for him to cum in you and fill your insides with his white creamy liquid.

“Yes baby cum deep inside me” Your fingers grip his waist tightly, causing him to let out a low hiss. He fastens the pace a bit, the sticky squelching of your conjoined bodies turning both of you on even more.

He aimed his cock head at your entrance slipping back into your pussy with ease cause it was still so slick and creamy he swears you’ve never been wetter. “Gonna stuff you so full, baby.” You both moan in pleasure when he hits your cervix again.

Your eyes roll back from the stretch he always filled you up so good, his thick tip brushing past your gummy walls in all the right spots that made you beg for more. “Hee, need your cum in me, please” The pure want dripping from your voice made it hard not to fuck into you faster and just pleasure you the way you deserve.

“Yeah, gonna give it to you so good.” The wet sounds between your bodies fill up the room, all of it being picked up on the speaker of his phone, and neither of you can wait to play it back and watch it later.

No more words were spoken. Both of you forgetting about the recording while losing yourselves to the euphoria.

His hand slipped down your sweat-sheened waist to your little throbbing clit rubbing it in tight circles making your back arch and your hips instinctively match the rhythm with his as his cock got buried even deeper in your soaking cunt.

The sheets were definitely gonna need a change after this.

“Fuck, I’m cumming” you huffed out, your voice getting lost in your throat as your orgasm hit you harder than it ever has cause the way he edged you.

“Y-yeah baby cream on this dick, it’s all yours, fuck!” he groans, head momentarily tipping backward, his hips moving erratically to chase his release as he did his best to keep the recording as steady as possible.

“Cum with me,” you squeak, your orgasm building and building with every stroke to your walls. Your limbs were shaking in pleasure, and this was the longest orgasm you’ve ever had.

“Yes, baby,” he grits through his teeth, staring you in the eyes, and with one final thrust, he stills in you, his cock throbbing as he fills you up with his semen. “Feels so good. Take all this cum, baby” his balls tense with every rope of pearly cum that stains your insides.

“Oh yes,” you shudder, a chill running up your spine as you feel his warmth overtaking your insides.

When your highs start to fizzle out, he focuses the camera again, giving you a few deep strokes to stuff you full just like he promised. It begins to spill out past his base, your pussy lips getting stained in his cream. “Oh yeah,” he whispers shakily, catching the sight of his twitching cock, stuffing your swollen pussy once brim.

He lets out one long breath as he pulls out, and you moan softly from the feeling of him slipping out, clenching your walls on purpose to push out the remainder of his cum for the video. “Perfect,” he ends the video. The last scene was his huge load dripping from your hole to the crevice of your pretty ass. “Damn baby, that was so good” he tosses his phone aside, laying over your tired body and cuddling you.

“It was.” You run your fingers through his damp hair, and you both chuckle while lying there breathlessly.

“Can’t wait to watch it back,” he mumbles against your chest as you bask in the post-orgasm bliss together, sleep slowly but surely taking over.

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[writememysticfalls]

Thirsty | Elijah Mikaelson

Summary: Elijah is cold and distant around you... until one night, you break down in front of him. Even Originals get thirsty.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x vampire!reader

Genre: Suggestive, angsty, hot

Word Count: <1k

You were rummaging through the industrial freezer in the basement of the Mikaelson home.

You were elbow deep in ice chips, desperately searching for the only thing your body craved now you'd been turned into a vampire.

Blood.

"Where do they keep the fucking blood bags?" You kicked the freezer door so hard the metal crumpled under your boot.

"Need a hand?"

You spun around at the familiar voice.

Elijah was leaning against the door frame, watching you. He wore a pale cream shirt that was rolled up, exposing brown forearms.

Elijah always looked so put together, even when he had the blood of his enemies dripping down his chin, and congealed between his fingers.

You smoothed your unruly brown locks, feeling suddenly self conscious.

Elijah lifted up the lid of the freezer with one finger, peering inside.

"I'll have to make sure the maid restocks this more often."

He walked up to a portrait hanging on the wall. Pushing the frame to the side, he revealed a hidden safe. His fingers slid over the keys at vampire speed. The safe door clicked open and Elijah reached inside to pull out a heavy crystal bottle.

He poured a glass and handed it to you.

"Here, this should suffice."

You looked at the dark red liquid in the glass. The idea of drinking blood made you feel literally sick, but the gnawing at the base of your throat could only be eased by one thing. You knocked back the entire contents of the glass in one gulp.

"Thanks," you said, wiping your mouth.

Elijah gave you a tight smile.

"I've never seen you drink blood, Elijah. Hell, I've never even seen you eat." You crossed your arms. "Meanwhile I can't even go thirty minutes without thinking about where I'm going to get my next fix."

"You are a new vampire," Elijah said, sliding the portrait back in place. "Restraint takes time to master."

You tugged at your sallow cheeks. "I feel so... unnatural. I feel like my insides are rotting. It's all wrong. I'm all wrong!"

Elijah pressed his lips into a tight line.

You sank to your knees. You buried your head in your hands and started to sob.

"I should have died. What have I become?" you said, between sobs.

Elijah stood, awkwardly, watching you cry on the floor. His arms itched to hold you, but it no longer felt like his place to do so.

You wiped your tears with the back of your hand. Your eyes were glistening, and your nose was red. You stood up, face to face with Elijah.

"There was a time, once..." you said, sniffing. "That you would have held me, maybe even kissed me. Now you don't even talk to me, Elijah."

Your hard exterior had melted, leaving soft, brown skin and watery eyes. You suddenly looked so young.

Elijah sighed.

"Y/n, I..." but the words died on his lips. He moved forwards, silently, till he was inches away from you.

He leant his forehead against yours, eyes slipping shut. Your arms hung limply at your sides, fingers almost touching.

Suddenly, the sound of glass splattering echoed through the room. Both your and Elijah's heads shot up.

"Elijah!" Niklaus roared from upstairs. "The love of my life is at the bottom of this bottle, brother. Come and help me find her!"

Niklaus was drunk. Something which was becoming a daily occurrence.

You stepped away from Elijah.

"Go, run after your little brother like you always do," you snapped. The prickly expression had once again masked your beautiful features.

Elijah rolled down his shirtsleeves, and did up his cufflinks.

"Do not concern yourself with matters of my family," he said, sternly. "You should focus on your transition."

You scoffed. "You don't get to tell me what to do." You turned away and stormed towards the door.

Suddenly, you felt a hand grab your arm. Elijah yanked you back, using his full vampire force to turn you towards him.

You gasped. Elijah's eyes were red, and black veins pulsed under his eyes. He snarled.

You thought he was going to attack you. Your breath caught in your throat.

Suddenly, Elijah leant down and kissed you, hard, on the mouth.

Elijah wound one hand around your waist and pulled you to his chest as he continued to kiss you. You could hear his pulse racing in your ears, you could feel his eagerness for you against your thigh.

You kissed him back with equal force. This was an Elijah you didn't know well, the man behind the façade of elegance and nobility.

You reached up to stroke his soft hair. But suddenly, Elijah pulled away from you.

There was a soft woosh. Elijah was gone.

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[hellsburners]

you got me

summary: marc finds you wearing his shirt and a pair of short shorts pairing: marc spector x male reader word count: 1.5k warnings: 18+ warning, kinky marc, bottom!reader, marc hates short shorts (secretly loves it) a/n: thanks to this lovely prompt (also i might make one for jake and steven too if i have the time)

masterlist | more moon knight

Marc came home to a quiet apartment. It was clean, as always, with all of Steven’s books arranged on the desk and Jake’s favorite clothes ironed on the clothes rack. He couldn’t help but smile, dating you was probably the best thing that could happen to them. 

“Baby?” he called. “You home?” 

“Yeah, I’m here!” you said, carrying folded clothes to Marc’s closet. He took off his coat, dropping it on the couch. “Are you hungry?”

“No, I’m fine,” he stretched his back muscles and cracked his neck, the fatigue weighing in. “Just need a drink that’s all.”

You came out of his room, wearing his shirt and shorts too short. Marc’s thick eyebrows furrowed as you walked to the kitchen trying to get a wine glass for him. 

You felt a finger on the back of your thigh, running up your skin till it reached the hem of your shorts. “Where’d you get this?” he whispered. 

You grab the glass from the cabinet, leaving it on the counter. Marc’s eyes follow your movement, his hands snaking around your waist. “Get what?”

“These shorts,” he said, palming your ass through the cloth. “They’re a little—provocative?” 

“It was very hot today,” you said. “And I cleaned the whole flat!” 

“And you’re wearing my shirt,” Marc whispered, smelling himself on you. He pressed a kiss on your nape, sniffing on the base of your neck, his arms toying with the barrier between your skin and the shorts. 

“Go sit on the couch I’ll bring the wine,” you smirked. 

Marc sat on the couch, manspreading while holding the empty wine glass. He bit his lips, the sight was downright obscene. As you reached for the wine on the top shelf, your shirt would lift to the point that he could see the garter of your underwear. Marc’s cock turned in his seat.

“Come sit on my lap,” he said, pulling you to his lap before you poured the wine. You cheered before taking a sip, the bitter liquid burning your throat. 

Marc’s hands snaked all over your smooth legs, he lifted your leg from your ankles to place kisses all over your legs. You squirmed under his embrace, burying your face on his neck. 

“Marc—” you whimpered. He made you straddle him, his ass practically slapping your ass. 

“I’m gonna fucking rip these shorts off you,” he said, kissing you in the process. He held your chin, his other hand going under your shorts. “Your legs are so pretty—and that fucking ass,” slapping your ass again making you shudder. 

“I didn’t know it would have this much of an effect on you,” you wail, “I could’ve worn something shorter.”

“Try me.”

“I’m pretty sure Steven liked it when I wore these shorts.”

“Oh he liked it very much,” he said, his hands reaching under your shirt finding your nipples, he toys with them, eliciting a whimper under your breath. 

You grind on his lap trying to give his growing erection some friction, a groan leaves his lips. Your hands rest on his chest, using it to stabilize your body as your hips roll on his cock. 

Marc bites his lip almost drawing blood trying to stifle his moans. He grips on the hem of your shorts pulling them down to nearly expose your ass as he leaves hickeys all over your neck. 

“I’m gonna rip this off you,” he declares. 

“Marc—”

You unbuttoned his trousers, palming his dick through his boxers. His hands linger on your neck, running through your hair as you release his cock from its confines. 

It was already leaking with precum, you use the wetness as lube for your hand, stroking his thick shaft. Marc takes his jacket off, his body already warming up, sweat dripping on his forehead. 

“Can I ride it?” you pout.

“No, baby,” he said. “You’re bending over for me tonight. Go to the bed, on your hands and knees.”

“Oh.”

“And keep your clothes on.”

You did what you were told, waiting in the room staring at the stark wall waiting for him. You hear the door creak he is silent, but you hear his belt jingle as he walks. You feel the warmth of his hand on your back, pressing it down so your ass was pointing towards him, your shirt pooling on your shoulders leaving your back bare. 

His fingers reach under the hem of your waist, simultaneously pulling with so much force tearing the thin cloth and splitting it into two pieces—the fabric rips like the sound of thunder behind you. Marc does the same to your underwear. 

“Marc!”

“Now that it’s out of the way,” he said. “I’m gonna play with this all night,” massaging your ass before he dives right in, licking and sucking on your hole drawing whimpers from your mouth. 

He spits on your hole, using his fingers to enter it. He curls his fingers to play with your prostate, the sheer amount of pleasure made your legs wobbly. He takes a moment to nibble on the fatty mound on your rear, leaving hickeys as his fingers continue to play with your hole. His other hand finds your erection, stroking it.

You continue to writhe and whimper under him, your mouth dripping with saliva, your eyes rolling back into your skull, pure ecstasy enveloping your being. Your hands grip tightly on the sheets, leaving dents on your palms. Marc smacks your ass from the continued assault. 

You could hear Marc stroke his cock, the wet sounds were so lewd it led to your cock ache even more. You wanted him to use you, to draw out all the moans, to punish you for offending him. 

“You’re so hot baby,” Marc uttered. “Need this every day.”

“Please—I need you already.”

“Need me, how?”

“Inside me—please.”

That does it for Marc. He teases your hole with the tip of his cock, tracing it around with its wetness. He presses in, the tight muscle enveloping it. Your back aches but he persists, pressing deeper until it’s fully sheathed inside you.

The two of you let out guttural moans, tears welling under your eyes. Marc bends down to grab onto your hair, pulling at his hips to push in. There was a rough side to him that you know, but maybe it was the shorts or the fatigue, but tonight he was rougher, his grip on you tighter. 

“So fuckin’ tight—”

He thrusts, over and over. The sound of skin slapping and your cries are the only things your neighbors would hear. His hand pushed you down the bed, his other hand at your side for support. 

You stroke your cock, practically leaking onto the sheets. Marc whispers sweet nothings to your ear, and a drop of the wetness on his lips drips down your ear. He nibbles your ear, your hands still gripping onto the sheets. 

He flips you around so that you’re facing him, placing your legs on his shoulders. He thrusts back again into you, the base of his cock hitting your ass on each stroke of his hips. The veins on his hand bulge as they sit tightly on your wrists, pinning them above your head. 

Precum leaks from your tip, pooling on your abdomen. Marc takes some with his index finger, scraping it up from your belly button to your chest, and brings it to your lips. You lick your essence from his fingers, the salty bitterness on your tongue. He bends down to share your wetness with a kiss. 

“It tastes good, yeah?” 

You nod, your eyes scrunched up from all the stimulation. You could feel your core tighten, the heat pouring through your veins. Marc leaves light kisses all over your skin down to your collarbone. All you wanted to do was take him in your embrace.

You pull him in, your nails digging into his skin leaving red marks down his back. His dark curls tickle your face, his head buried in the corner of your neck. He ruts into you faster, harder, more forcefully. You let out cries that break through the hot atmosphere. 

“Babe—I’m close,” you whine. 

“I know baby, I know,” he coos, caressing your cheeks. “You gotta be patient though, –need you to wait for me.”

“I’ll try—” the tears blurring your vision. The pleasure coming from Marc’s cock was intoxicating, the heat of our muscle combined with his thrusts almost drove him to the edge, teetering for release. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight you’re gonna make me cum so hard.”

“Can you cum inside me?” you begged. You held his face in your palms, relishing his beauty as he fucked you. His long lashes and his thick brows scrunched all over. It was adorable. 

“If you want me to,” he groans. “Anything for you.”

Marc moved his hips with such grace and power it was finally the time for release. He kissed your lips, moaning from the moment the two of you reached your climax. Marc, thrusting erratically, as you stroke your erection one last time. Your wetness shoots all over your torsos, his cum filling inside you leaving a warmth fullness. 

He pulls back from this kiss, staring down at you with dark eyes. He pushes your hair back, caressing your cheek with his thumb. Your breaths heave trying to catch some air. 

“My pretty boy,” he lets out. “Wear those shorts again and I’m fucking your brains out.”

interactions are greatly appreciated btw if u liked this fic and want more send me a prompt and i'd gladly make something from it :>

[jjsfavgirl]

NSFW alphabet • j.maybank

Enjoy this!!

Warnings: p in v sex , oral m and f receiving , shower sex , dirty talk , fingering , aftercare , corruption kink , sex toys , dom! JJ , sub! JJ , dom! Reader , Sub! Reader , eating cum , oral fixation, size kink , smoking weed , mentions of UTI , male masturbation , talk of erections? , teasing , quickies.

18+

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A- after care | JJ is BIG on taking care of you after you have sex, because of how rough he is afterwards he’s a big softie. Lets you wear his shirts, even sits with you in the bathroom checking on your while u pee as to avoid a UTI, he’ll then carry you back to bed place a kiss on your forehead then cuddle you till you both fall asleep.

B- body part | as much as he loves your personality my man is an ass man at heart, always squeezing your ass while you’re bouncing up and down on his cock, giving it it firm slap whenever you are just existing in your house. He always gives you his smaller boxers just so he can see your plump bum cheeks sneak through the bottom.

C- cum | my man cums HARD. Especially if he doesn’t masturbate for a while his white liquid comes out in strings after strings. He makes many jokes about being a proclaimed “artist” after he’s covered 90% of your body in his seed. Your face, your tits, your stomach,your ass, your thighs.

D- dick | JJ is fucking hung, he always thought he was average due to all the porn he’s watched. But when you first fooled around at the château, you were on your knees in front off JJ as he was man spread on John B’s couch when he quickly fumbled to open his belt and slide down his long cargo shorts which caused his large hard length to spring out of his boxers. He loves the thought of his big dick pressing against all the walls in your cervix , doing the stomach trick just to see him tip above your belly button.

E- experience | he had slept with quite a few girls before he met you, but once he did he stopped fooling around with girls out of respect in case you one day felt the same. He has experience on the sex side of things but he lacked the emotional connection with most his previous partners so when he met you he almost cried the first time you had sex. ( my poor touch starved baby ).

F- favourite position | he doesn’t understand all the really intricate positions he just thinks fucking is fucking and you don’t need to be mid twister match in order to have an orgasm. His favourite position is simple, you laying in his bed, his hands beside your head as he plowed into you from above, looking down at your orgasm face in awe.

G- goofy | his highness depends on how silly he is during sex. If he’s high he’ll be laughing and smiling the whole way through, it’s ten times worse if you’re both high, it’s just a laughing mess. But both fully sober and not in an intoxicated state he’s more serious.

H- hair | he has never once dared to try shave down there. Out of fear he might slice off his dick and also how much you begged him not to whenever he randomly brought up the subject of even trimming his pubes.

I- intimacy | the way he shows his intimacy during the act is with his words. He’s very vocal during sex. Doing so well for me baby , you can take it I know you can , c’mon princess cum for me , you’re so beautiful , m’fuck love this pussy.

J- Jack off | he is just as feral with masturbating as he is with sex, he’s cut down on his masturbation since you started dating ( always being able to have you get rid of his erections ). However, before you were dating my man would have to run back into the château bathroom after a day of watching you play volleyball with the other pogues in your tight pink bikini as your tits bounced around and almost slipped out every time you ran over to JJ in order to high five him.

K- kink | he isn’t the most kinky person ever, but he loves the thought of completely ruining you (corruption kink I think this is ) . If you’re a good girl kook he’ll love plowing into you and reminding you what your family would think about their A+ perfect daughter getting fucked rough by a dirty pogue.

L- location | he is a mostly bed sex guy. He doesn’t want to get caught or let anyone else see you in the orgasmic state that’s only for his bright blue eyes to see.But he loves surprising you by jumping into the shower with you, lathering your tits up with soap as he blows his load into your from behind.

M- motivation | he’s mostly turned on by just you in general. Your whole being makes him hard. But his main thing is kind of weird. It’s you being nice. If you smile brightly at him my man is bricked up immediately, or if your having a conversation with the bar tender as they’re making yours and his drinks he’ll watch your face intently as you smiled and laughed with the girl across from you ( if it’s a man it’s a different story ).

O- oral | as much as he loves getting his dick sucked, his favourite thing ever is pleasing his girl. He’s always eating you out, every spare second he has his tongue is exploring your folds as his finger enters your dripping hole. His tongue will flick and suck your clit as his fingers will brush against your gooey g-spot. ( he will also know that you have a massive oral fixation and will always bight his biceps whenever he’s wearing a short sleeved shirt or no shirt at all.)

P- pace | usually his pace varies during sex depending on the type of sex , sometimes he’ll be rough and fast and quickly overstimulate you enjoying watching you squirm but the other time he’ll be slow, allowing you to fully adjust to his size and stretching your walls, he will talk you through it and place kisses all over your face every time he lent down to your face.

Q- quickie | no matter how rough and fast he is, JJ isn’t the biggest fan of quickies, of course he will fuck your quickly in your pink bikini before going on a boat trip with the pogues but he prefers sex sensual and slow.

R- can’t think of one :( the prompt I’m using says risk for R but I can’t think of any I’m sorry guys :)

S- stamina | my man is fucking energetic , never once stopping to take a break during sex or take a breath while eating your pussy. But the second you both pull back, chests heaving up and down and heavy breaths filling the room he’s out like a light, falling asleep immediately or being stuck in a fucked haze.

T- toys | JJ doesn’t own any toys for himself but enjoys using your own toys on you. He’s not into the whole BDSM thing but he’s willing to use your vibrator and dildos on you so he can watch you in overstimulated pleasure.

U- unfair | JJ fucking Maybank is the biggest tease known to man. He will tease you from the second you get on the HMS Pogue. Hand on your thigh which inches closer to the hem of your bikini, pulling you into his lap and gripping your bare hips with his ringed fingers and lightly rubbing you against his hard erection.

V- volume | he’ll always try and match your volume, if your quiet, he’s gunna be quiet. But, he will always be talking you through it . M’Doing so good f’me baby , taking me so well , this pussy was made for me.

W- wild card | a random head cannon: he always tells John B and Pope that he’s the dominant one always. Which is pro dominantly true. Sometimes . Sometimes he’ll crumble under your touch as you’re overstimulating the poor boy by grinding forwards and backwards on his long length as it hits all the right places inside you, his hair was soaked in sweat at the tips as his ringed hands cling tightly to your bare hips, moving you in all the place he wanted causing his head to tilt back in pure ecstasy.

X- X-ray | under his clothes (we’ve all seen in obx cmon my mansey is fine) he has very tough muscular arms, his abs are formed into a perfect six pack which makes you drool every time he’s on top of you thrusting into you while you whine and beg for more.

Y- yearning | luckily for JJ he was blessed with a girlfriend with just the same sex drive as him. Let me just say for the first month of your relationship all you and JJ wanted was to be with each other inside all day, every day. Let’s just say you still go at it like rabbits and nothing has changed.

Z- zzzz | after sex, JJ’s eyes will to shut but he knows that he has to take care of his princess first, cleaning up his left overs from between her thighs, placing a soothing kiss on her still sweaty forehead before carrying her to the toilet for her after-sex-piss before carrying her back to bed and tossing one of his weed smelling shirts over her head with a smile.

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[storm-angel989]

hiii! it's my birthday but I'm having a really bad day. can I request a like,fanfiction where it's Valentino's teenage daughter's birthday but he forgot till it's like,an hour before it's over? thank you in advance!!

Hi friend,

First of all: Happy BELATED Birthday! All the joy and love for many, many more days to come! I’m so sorry you didn’t have the absolutely fantastical day you deserve, but I do hope this story makes today slightly brighter. 

Story time before your story. I was working on another piece when I got your request- and dropped what I was doing to work on this. My brain fizzed a fizz right away- that never happens! Unfortunately, we also got hit by major storms last night- a tornado touched down a few miles from here and completely knocked the internet out. So I wrote this story as I did back in my early days of writing - offline, and on what battery I had in my laptop! But I did it- I wrote it all out on the power I had left with hopes the internet would be restored before bed. As I write this at the end of the night, knowing I’ll have to wait until tomorrow to edit and post, know I’m thinking of you and sending all the good vibes your way. I share this with you in hopes that you see that even on not the best birthday, someone cares and is so happy to celebrate another year of your life! 

<3 Mandy 

Valentino knew he had circled the date on his calendar for a reason, but as he sat in his office, wracking his brain he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. He knew it was midway through the month and had to pay his dues to Angel. But that couldn’t be the only reason why the date was circled. 

A knock on the door pulled his attention to his first client of the day and with reluctance, he closed his planner. He figured if the date was truly that important, it would come to him eventually. The events of the day rushed on around him and he found himself completely caught up and focused on his work. 

Six filmings. And to end the day, kissing the only whore that came between him and his wife, a trail of red salvia tainted with the drugs he swore he would one day no longer be in charge of. But at the moment, he was bound by the contract. It was the second their lips touched that he felt his blood run cold, and not for the usual reason. The date. His daughter's fifteenth birthday. How the fuck had he forgotten? 

“Oh, not yet big guy, I still haven’t had my fix,” Angel purred beneath as his hand pressed to the back of Valentino’s neck, pulling his face inches above his. “Of course, you could fuck me- might be faster. Get that red juice pumping.” 

Valentino gritted his teeth. A younger Vaentino would have gladly done so- at Angel’s invitation or not. But that ended the day he told his wife, “I do.” and Angel knew it. Valentino bent his head down as he pressed his lips harder against Angel’s, willing the crimson liquid to drip down into the eager addict. Valentino could feel his heart racing, anger and frustration at the predicament he found himself in. He shouldn’t be here, in this position, especially not when he had such pressing family matters. He angrily shoved the palms of his hands into Angel’s shoulders as he pinned him down under the weight of his body. 

“Shut the fuck up, you filthy whore,” Valentino snarled. In his anger, his hands fell to Angel’s throat as his tongue snaked its way into Angel’s mouth. Carefully, he listened for the high pitched, drug induced moan that was Angel’s tell. 

The second Valentino heard that note, he dropped Angel like the worthless slut he considered him to be. Wordlessly, Valentino turned towards his office as he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket. He took a deep breath as he tried to refocus his attention on the situation outside of the studio. Behind him, Angel’s moans of ecstasy grew louder and it was all Valentino could do to tune out the sound. 

 Family and work. Family needed him. Work was done. 

He picked up his phone and did a double take. Twenty seven missed calls from his wife. Six from Velvette. Two from Vox. And a single text from his daughter. 

Hey, Dad. I know you’re busy. It’s alright that you can’t make it tonight. Mom and Uncle Vox are really mad though, so I guess just be on the lookout. I miss you, Daddy. Maybe I’ll see you later? 

Somehow, her forgiveness and understanding hurt more than if she was angry with him. Fury at himself, at his job, at his life bubbled up inside and he wasn’t aware of his fist going through the wall. Fuck the rest of the day. Fuck Angel Dust. In that moment, nothing else mattered. He had to make this up to her, somehow. 

Somewhere inside, Valentino knew any amount of tangibles couldn’t make up for his fuck up. But that didn’t stop him from frantically scanning over his daughter's wish list and sending every item on it to be wrapped and delivered to his upstairs office within the hour, along with cake and decorations. A post party surprise, just with family. That would be his excuse for being late- not that he thought his wife would buy it for a second, but his daughter might. And that was all that mattered. 

 He quickly shed his signature glasses and jacket, opting for his contacts and a more discrete jeans and black V neck. He jammed his wallet into his back pocket and checked his wife’s location. He sent her a quick text and without waiting for a response, or for the limo, Valentino swung his leg over his black and silver motorcycle and took off towards the restaurant. 

To his mortification, he glanced around at the crowd. Was this supposed to be a big party? Had he forgotten that too? As quietly as he could, he parked and made his way inside the restaurant just in time to see his daughter surrounded by friends and family as she blew out the candles on the cake. Embarrassment flooded through him as he stayed behind the crowd, singing quietly along. 

She should be furious with him. How did he make such a terrible mistake? How could he have possibly forgotten the day he became a father, forgotten the day that changed his life for the better? Part of him wanted to walk away, to take a deep breath and save his own face from the public shame he was sure would come when she noticed him. But he couldn’t do that. He deserved whatever she had to give him. 

No sooner than the first slice was cut did his eyes meet hers. The anger he expected to receive was nowhere to be found, replaced instead by sheer joy.

“Daddy!” She yelled as she booked it across the room. 

To his surprise, she jumped into his arms. He caught her and pulled her to a tight hug.

“I knew you wouldn’t forget my birthday!” She squealed. “I just knew it!”

Through the crowd, he could see his wife’s disapproving face and the livid expression on Vox and Velvette. He would have to figure out some way to explain later, but for the moment he held his daughter. 

“I’m so sorry I’m late mi amore,” he said softly as he kissed her forehead. “Go. Enjoy your party. I’m here now.” 

He watched as his daughter's entire expression lit up. He released her and he watched as she mingled her way back through the crowd. Behind him, he felt a familiar arm slip around his waist. 

“Nice of you to show up,” his wife whispered furiously, “honestly, Valentino. Is Angel really worth this?”

Valentino swallowed back the guilt. The answer was no. But she couldn’t know the real reason why- the intimate, gritty details of the contract that bound Angel’s soul to his. For the second time that day, Valentino bit back his pride and instead, kissed his wife’s cheek.

“You have every right to be mad. But I…I threw together a surprise for our daughter. Hopefully she…”

“As long as she ends this night overjoyed,” Valentino’s wife replied with a grumble. “But you always have been good at covering your tracks.” 

She didn’t even know half of it. 

An hour later, his daughter perched on the back of his motorcycle where his wife once sat, and a grand entrance later, reader sat amongst the presents and balloons that cluttered Valentino’s office, nibbling on her second cake of the evening. 

“Daddy, I really thought you forgot about me- I’m sorry I ever thought that,” reader said as she wrapped her arms around him.

Valentino could feel all three sets of angry eyes on him as he wrapped his daughter back in a hug. 

“Bebita, I’m sorry for ever making you feel that way. I love you, you are the most important thing in my life. Next to your mom, of course,” he replied. He planted a kiss on her forehead and smoothed back her hair. “Happy birthday, baby.” 

“I don’t mean to be a party pooper, but someone has a big day tomorrow,” Vox said as he collected the dirty paper plates. “That is, if you’re still planning on playing in the game and not playing hooky like I suggested.” 

“No way Uncle Vox, my team needs me!” Reader exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around him. “Love you, goodnight.” 

Valentino was the last to bid her goodnight. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed as hard as she could.

“You’re coming to my game tomorrow, right Daddy?” She asked.

Valentino could hear the hope in her voice, see it in those bright blue eyes of hers. Flashes of work, of his schedule burst into his mind. He could see her expression start to fade in the heartbeat of silence.

“Of course baby, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. And we can go out after for lunch to celebrate- make up for my tardiness to your party.” He replied quickly. 

“That sounds amazing! You’re the best, Daddy!” She said excited as she gave him a final tight hug. 

Of that, Valentino wasn’t so sure. He watched as his entire world walked down the hallway towards her bedroom. As soon as he heard the door close, he turned to the other three. 

“Guys, I…”

“Save it, Val,” Velvette replied with an eye roll. “No excuses. You fucked up. Big time. You better not fuck up again tomorrow.” 

“You’re really lucky she brought your little story,” Vox added. “And that we covered for you. And really, it was only for her sake that we did.” 

His wife didn’t say anything. Instead, he watched as she silently left the room. He followed after her. Vox and Velvette he could talk to later, right now he needed his wife. 

“Do you think she knew?” Valentino asked the second they were behind their bedroom doors. “Honey, I’m so sorry.” 

To his dismay, she shrugged. “Val, she’s getting older. It’s only going to get harder and harder to keep what you do behind those doors a secret.” She pulled a pajama shirt over her head and climbed into their bed. 

Valentino joined her and in a few moments, she shifted her body closer. He exhaled a silent thank you as he held her tight to his chest. He closed his eyes and felt her thumb brush against the corner of his mouth, no doubt wiping away an invisible speck of red poison. 

“Valentino, it's not just her you’re going to have to talk to. You’re going to have to tell me the full story about Angel Dust at some point. This whole thing, it’s getting in the way of our family more than it ever has in the past,” she said softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’ve never let work interfere with your family before. Why now is that suddenly changing? Missed games, you missed her final recital. And now you almost missed her birthday. Where are you going to draw the line?”  

He felt the weight of her head on his chest and felt the bitterness of guilt rise in his throat. How would she ever understand the mistakes he made? The deal he trapped both himself and Angel in? The cruelty he inflicted? Who he was outside of their home? She knew, of course, his line of work. But she didn’t know the details, and the last thing he wanted was for her to discover the entirety of that part of him. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally replied softly. “I’ll try to do better. I promise.”

“You need to,” his wife replied firmly. “For our daughters sake.” She closed her eyes, “And you can start by showing up at her game tomorrow, like you promised.” 

[bangchanisinmymind]

Something inspired by the song ''the party and the after party'' by the weeknd ?

-A.

Wow this took sooo long to answer im so incredibly sorry, I couldn't think of anything BUT I came up with something I hope you like (p.s. I love your requests thankyousm :) -> masterlist

the party and the after party

pairing; bangchan x reader; smut

your hands on his chest, his on your hips; he didn't even bother to help you he just kept them there. he let you ride him just how you wanted, he didn't want to interfere after all; he didn't even know you.

how you ended up there? well better ask that friend of yours who had a party at their house and invited everyone in the town. how could you keep your eyes of that pretty boy and his muscles, him dancing with you didn't make it any better. thank god he understood that you just needed to fuck someone and didn't even wait till the song finished; he just got a room and locked the door.

once you were alone, the only thing you could hear was the faint music from the party, he looked at you to make sure you wanted this. he didn't have much time though because the second you realised what had happened you just kissed him. he kissed you back, his plump lips felt so heavenly on yours and him sliding his hot tongue in your mouth making you moan made the kiss more passionate.

"do whatever you want on me" he muttered without separating your lips. you just nodded and made him sit on the bed. "I'll take care of you first, as a thank you" you smirked unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his exposed skin. he took of his and your shirt while you unbothered pulled his pants and underwear down. oh boy was huge, his cock now laid against his toned v-line. before you took him in, you kissed, licked and sucked every inch of his abdomen finally meeting his leaking erection. your eyes lip up to the sight as you stared a few seconds; you don't see dicks like his every day.

he was growing impatient and you started kissing his red tip before slipping in what you could take. but still half of it couldn't fit in, no matter how hard you tried and just stroked it with your hands while literally sucking his soul out. the sounds he made were so nasty and cute at the same time, making the pool between your folds worse than it already was.

"that's it girl don't stop" he was about to come, you could feel his dick twitch, even the tone of his voice said so, you made your moves faster guiding him with your face to his bare thigh. he just smirked at himself and came in your mouth. hot strings of his load filling your mouth and the argue to shallow was huge but in the end you opened your mouth letting it fall on his thigh. "jus' wanted it to be wet" you murmured before getting rid of the rest of your clothing and sitting on his thigh. the mix of liquids made your pussy throb forcing you to move your hips gently. his hands keeping you in place as you balanced on his shoulders connecting your eyes with his as you rocked your hips faster "how is it pretty? tell me, you can get off only from my thigh?" he lightly giggled "ah- ah yes I c-can it's so g-good" you basically moaned feeling your high approaching, sooner than expected.

high pitched moans and whines escaping for your lips and a proud smile laid on his face. the right places were more than touched making you milk his thing with both of your juices dripped on the floor after travelling your legs. "lay down" you said and he did his hands behind his head for support and his bulge building again. you go on all fours going near him kissing and marking all over his well trained body finding his neck. you didn't halt movements while easily sliding on his cock.

and now we're here; your hands on his chest, his on your hips; he didn't even bother to help you he just kept them there. "come on doll don't you wanna go faster?" he low-key teased, challenging you; of course you wanted to go faster and you did. bot of you screaming at how his dick caressed your velvet throbbing walls. reaching your climax again you bounced harder on him making him come in you before you came too.

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[psycoweeb]

Sleepy Decisions

Levi/Reader

Coffee Shop AU

Content: Bad examples of a sleeping schedule, no use of y/n, light teasing, unresolved tension, interrupted, nothing explicit, more tension, what is probably an unrealistic representation of anything coffee shop related, not beta read.

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It was still the middle of your shift, but you were dead tired. Turns out, deep cleaning your house, spontaneously hanging out friends, and staying up till 1am scrolling through whatever could entertain you was a bad idea. You knew you should have skipped the cleaning.

In your daze you hadn't even realized that you overfilled the drink you were making. It was now overflowing and staining your apron. Just barely missing the tips of your fingers as you dropped the cup into the drain and hurried to shut off the machine. Great.

"Are you going to struggle with the rest of our customers or can you pull it together? "

You rolled your eyes, shutting off the machine "Insightful as always Levi. It's my own drink anyway." You gestured to the empty shop "No one else to serve out there, basically a wasteland. I wouldn't dare encroach on your coffee making kingdom otherwise." You said with a dramatic flare to your voice, flicking your hand in his general direction.

He glared

"Oh come on Levi! It's one cup. I just need a little pick me up.  "

It was true, the amount of customers tended to hit a snag around this time of day. Perfect for an unofficial and unapproved break.

"Funny, I'm sure I've heard those exact words from a drug addict. There is a reason I don't let you back here. " He was now standing beside you with a towel, reaching into your space to clean the spilt coffee that hadn't made it into the drain.

"So dramatic" you groaned.

You watched as his arms moved to clean up the liquid, muscles moving in tandem with each other. His hair, which typically fell just over his ears, was now brushing across the front of his face. Such small details that should mean nothing yet never failed to send butterflies erupting in your stomach. You could hear him muttering under his breath, something about "-always having to clean up after you" and "Take better fucking care of yourself, could've been burned. "

Maybe it was your sleep-addled brain that caused you to reach out, or maybe it was shear stupidity, but either way, you found your hand drifting toward the distracted Levi.

Catching the movement in the corner of his eye, he stopped whipping up the mess and turned to you, curiously. Making eye contact, only breaking for quick glances at your slowly approaching hand. You felt drawn to Levi, as if you were attached to strings, forever pulling you toward him. Was it just you or are you closer than you were a few seconds ago?

His throat bobbed as you moved closer, he could feel your gaze burning into his skin. It's not that you'd never stared at him before. In fact he's caught you staring multiple times! It usually ended with some lighthearted banter and teasing, then back to work.

He could usually shake off the flush that your gaze brought on, but this time, he felt his body grow hot all over, struggling to force down the heat that was now beginning to take over his ears.

Your hand moved past his cheek and behind his ear, bringing a lock of hair with it and coming to a rest at his jaw. You let out a soft and slightly delirious chuckle, "You know Levi, you're really pretty" you whispered, as if a rise in volume would shatter the atmosphere between the two of you.

He was no longer struggling to keep down his blush, because it was now in full force. Completely caught off guard by your compliment, all he could respond with was some weird, strained sound that came from the back of his throat, although he tried his best to cut that off as soon as it started. Just as he was about to break away, he noticed the droopiness of your eyes and how unfocused they looked, and sighed.

He relaxed his posture slightly, now leaning against the counter behind him. "You need to stop staying up so late. It's making you delusional" he rolled his eyes finally breaking eye contact.

"Well actually, " you responded with a casual air to your voice. "science—the internet—says that geniuses tend to say up later than the average person"

"Actual science says sleep deprivation causes hallucinations" He crossed his arms, as if to put a barrier between the two of you.

"Those are some big words Levi, and I'm not exactly in the right state of mind to even pretend I heard them right"

"Go.To.Sleep." He groaned.

"Ya'know-" You placed your hands on either side of him, putting you weight on the counter "that's real funny coming from you Mr. Eye bags." You leaned closer.

Fuck. He should have broke away when he had the chance.

"I think I remember saying something similar a few weeks ago. Along the lines of 'One of these days you'll drop dead in the back room and I'll have to deal with the customers all on my own.' Does that sound about right?"

He cleared his throat, steadying his voice "Which was fucking stupid because I barely even interact with customers as is. Would barely change a thing." He said, tone still low, the tension still palpable between the two of you.

"Aw! But who would make sure I don't give myself third-degree burns?" You were closer now. Levi was having a hard time focusing, what with your face so close to his. He was trying, and failing, to ignore how well you bodies fit together, or how close your body was to his at all.

Meanwhile, you were also having quite a hard time focusing. You could feel his breath with how close you were. Watched as his eyes unconsciously flitted between your gaze and your lips. Your eyes scanned over his normally pale skin. Over his cheeks, which were currently a beautiful shade of red, over his dark eyelashes that seemed to flutter when he blinked.

You moved your hand to his chin and leaned in closer. Noses now brushing against eachother, prompting him to uncross his arms and place a hand on your shoulder, the other on the back of your neck. You responded in kind, moving your free hand to his waist, both you and Levi closing your eyes in anticipation of what would come next.

Ding

You were both interrupted by the bell from the front door of the cafe. Sighing, you began to move toward the front counter but were pulled back by a hand on your arm.

"They can wait 10 seconds" Clearly irritated by the interruption, he attempted to direct you back toward his lips. You stopped him, placing your right hand over his mouth.

Leaning closer, you moved passed his cheek, your breath tickling his ear. His grip or your arm tightened slightly, breathing heavily.

"If I were to kiss you right now I wouldn't be stopping anytime soon" You pressed your lips just under his ear, causing Levi to breathe in sharply. You pressed your forehead against his and smiled before withdrawing from his arms to tend to the awaiting customer. Leaving a flustered Levi in the back.

[rinrinx2]

The other woman

It's such a change from the old routine

Nanami x reader

Warnings: Semi-smut, Inappropriate Language, Adultery, Cheating

Text in this font indicates the Mistress (Y/N) POV as well as speech

Text in this font indicates Wife (Y/N) POV as well as speech

The Other Woman Masterlist

"You had to fucking see him"

"Fucking holding my wife's hand"

"Who the fuck does he think he is" Nanami said with a grunt as he thrusted into you over and over again, while he let out his frustrations of seeing his wife with his business rival.

"Baby I think you need to calm down" you Saud biting on your lower lip as you felt the blunt tip of his cock graze against your now over sensitive spot.

But it was as if you words hadn't reached Nanami ears as he pounded into you like a mad man. Each thrust deeper than the last, as he restlessly fucked his frustrations into you.

Feel the way his tip began to twitch inside you, causing your walls to tighten. No matter how rough Nanami got with you, your body still responded in the same needy way. Feeling how your breathing became erratic and the burning core of pleasure rushing through your body as your orgasmed approached.

Until finally your grabbed at his biceps, feeling as your pussy tightening around his shaft as you felt liquid drip from your arousal wetting not only your thighs but Nanami's as well.

"Fuck" Nanami groaned out as he felt himself release inside you. His hot liquid shooting out into your spongy walls filling you up till you felt the white liquid begin to drip out of you as he pulled out.

You looked at Nanami with a soft smile on your face waiting for him to crash beside you on the bed after your extensive love making. But that moment never came.

You watched as Nanami got up from the bed and began to dress himself, starting with putting on the once discarded boxers and slacks that was carelessly thrown on the floor.

"What are you doing" you asked as you grabbed the sheets, covering your top half with them.

"I'm getting dressed" he said in that stoic voice you heard him use on the phone when he spoke to business partners.

"Aren't you coming to bed, it's late?"

"I have to go home" he replied still dressing and barely even looking in your direction.

"But you are home" you slipped out, with a shaky breath.

"I need to go see my wife, you just heard me speak about the problems we having" he said with an irritated sigh.

"And what about us? What about me?"

"You're not a baby, you'll be okay without me here for the night" Nanami said as he began to button up his shirt, walking over to where you sat on the bed placing a soft kiss on your temple as he walked out of the room.

"So if I get one of your pieces I can turn them into my piece?" You asked for what felt like the millionth time, as you listened to Gojo explain the rules of Shogi to you once again.

"Yes (Y/N)!" Gojo replied excitedly, watching as you looked over the shogi board again.

It had been a week since you had seen Nanami at the restaurant, and you were lucky that a massive confrontation hadn't broken out. You knew Nanami well enough that he avoid anything physical when out in public, he was a business man and the last thing be needed was to have his company and his name dragged threw the mud because of personal issues, so like a good business man he was he greeted you and Gojo starring a burning gaze at your and Gojo hands before abruptly leaving.

"(Y/N)-chan to reality" Gojo said with a giggle, as you snapped out of your thoughts looking back at the shogi board.

"You want me to explain the rules again to you" Gojo asked you, as you slowly nodded watching his reaction.

You watched as Gojo face lit up as he re-explained every rule all from over again. With the same joy and excitement like the first time he explained it which must of been 2 hours ago.

You knew that if Nanami was explaining he would've given up after trying to explain it once. Gojo and Nanami was the exact opposite of each other. It took Nanami 2 years to finally remember that you didn't like whole tomato chunks in your salad but it only took Gojo a day to remember.

Gojo was more observant, he remembered the sna details more and was overall more doting, meanwhile Nanami was more stoic reserved, not caring much for others which made the little attention he gave feel like pure gold, and maybe that's why being with him felt so intoxicating, you clung onto those affectionate moments that seldom happened.

"The kids said they're going to Harajuku later, you wanna join, or do you wanna do something else" Gojo asked as he shifted his piece on the shogi board.

"I actually wanted to clean up tonight, you know cause it's work tomorrow" you replied as your gaze was fixed on the shogi board.

"Well in that case I'll stay here and I'll help you clean"

"No it's okay" you quickly let out.

"I'm your boss and I'm telling you that I am going to clean" Gojo said in his mock authoritive voice.

"It's the weekend, I don't think my boss can tell me anything" you giggled out watching as Gojo's face blanked out at your words.

"Well in that case, as your friend I want to help you clean up"

"You sure?" You asked, not wanting to burden the man who had just become your friend.

"Yeah, I enjoy spending time with you. And besides you'll be all alone with the kids out and what if someone comes in and steals you. Then I won't have an assistant on Monday and finding someone to fill the position on such a short notice is a real pain" Gojo let out with a sigh, as you rolled your eyes at his exaggerated response.

"You're so considerate" you giggled out, watching as Gojo kept that fake silken expression while the two of you played Shogi.

Nanami wasn't fond of the neighborhood you lived in. But it was affordable for your income he supposed, a mother with two teens sons.

He hated how unclean the streets in this side of Tokyo was, the way men would just sleaze about in the streets while children played about like their parents didn't care about them.

Nanami looked at the apartment complex, as his mind wracked for the number that was written on the piece of paper he received with your address on, after he got a colleague to get your information.

It didn't go unnoticed, you with Gojo. Most of the business world knew, when a man like Gojo comes to one of the most prestige restaurants with a woman it isn't long till people start assuming. But people didn't know that it was Nanami's wife as well, no one really knew Nanami even had a wife. When he started working in Tokyo he seldom wore his wedding band, he always told himself he didn't want to mix work and personal affairs.

Once the number of the apartment came to his mind, Nanami began to proceed into the complex. Walking briskly up the stairs till he stood infront of your apartment door.

Nanami could hear from the outside your giggles that were echoing throughout the corridor.

"(Y/N)" Nanami called out as he banged on the door.

"(Y/N)" Nanami called out again waiting for your to open the door.

"(Y/N)" Nanami called out again banging harder as his patience grew thin.

Just as Nanami was about to knock on the door for the 4th time the door opened.

Nanami face hardened waiting to see you at the other end of the door, as his mind began to organize the questions that he would bombard you with about what was going on with you and Gojo.

And then it finally happened the door was fully open now Nanami was face to face with none other than

Saturo Gojo.

"Oi Nanami" Gojo called out, getting your attention from the living room as you sweeped the last of the dirt into the dust pan.

"Why is he here?" Nanami asked out to you as he pushed through Gojo walking towards you.

"It's none of your business" you said as you kept your gaze down on the dust pan, hearing as Gojo made his way over to where Nanami stood infront of you.

"You fucking him" Nanami asked with anger in his tone.

"Is this what our marriage is now (Y/N), you fuck anyone just to get back at me" Nanami said stepping closer, while your gaze remained down.

"Huh (Y/N), was coming to Tokyo just some game to you so you can fuck about"

"Don't talk to her like that" Gojo said stepping in between you and Nanami.

"Stay out of this. This is between husband and wife"

"Or did you already forget that (Y/N)-chan" Nanami said mockingly.

"You think I like doing this (YlN)-“ but nanami stopped mid sentence as, you finally decided to talk.

"Don't pull the marriage card on me now. Not after all of this being your fault" you said standing tall.

"Really my fault, whose the one alone in their apartment with their boss"

"And whose the one who ignored there family when they moved to Tokyo, whose the one who never called at night, whose the one who takes off early on their kids birthday and doesn't even call them and whose the one whose only caring now because you think I'm cheating on them!"

Nanami starred back in silence, his face etched with shock, while Gojo stood beside him with a smile on his face, proud that you were finally standing up for yourself. After what he heard Nanami had put you threw he was happy to see you stand firm on your words.

"You're cheating on me Nanami, admit it!" You yelled watching as he flinched from the sound of your voice.

"Admit that you lie next to another woman at night, admit that you left your family for her, admit that you ignored your son for her. Admit that there is another woman"

Nanami starred back at you with disbelief, his mouth slightly agape and his brows frowned, his fists clenched and you could see the prominent vein sticking out of his forehead when he became upset.

You kept your gaze locked onto Nanami's, waiting till you he confessed the truth, waiting and waiting until the tension in the room was finally broken by the sound of the apartment door opening.

"Hey mom" Tatsu said as he entered unaware of what was occurring in the living room.

"Tatsu nearly got lost in Shibuya but Yuji and Megumi-" Takato spoke but quickly stopped when he saw his father.

"Dad?" Takato questioned as he your sons walked over to where Gojo stood beside you.

"Go ahead Nanami confess, clear the air so we can get this divorce" you spoke again, holding your stance.

"What's going on?" Tatsu asked looking over at yours and Nanami's figure.

"Your mother is losing her temper" Nanami replied back to Tatsu.

"Go ahead tell your sons what's been happening. Tell them whose going to be their step mom"

"Don't fucking do this infront of the boys"

"You did this, you did this infront of the boys. You're the one who built another life in Tokyo infront of the boys" you yelled out, as your lashline become wet with tears, just edging to fall down your cheeks.

"Don't switch the main point of why I came here (Y/N). You're mother is seeing another man when she's married to me" Nanami said with venom. His words hitting your ears causing the tears to finally slip down your face as a choked noise emitted from your throat.

Your mind became muddied with thoughts, and you were unable to think clearly becoming unaware of your surroundings. Until you saw a fist flying through the air and being placed straight at Nanami's face.

Your sons quickly running to the side of the man who through the bunch.

Saturo Gojo.

"Be honest now Nanami. You're making your wife cry" Gojo said as he grabbed Nanami by his collar.

"The fuck are you talking about Satoru, let me go. I'll sue you" Nanami spat out as he pulled against his collar trying to get free of Gojo's grip.

"Nanami, (Y/N) can sue you for cheating. It's illegal in Japan. I've done some digging and I know who you're fucking. That girl from the Cafe" Gojo said with that maniacal smile.

"Fuck you Saturo"

"Fuck you too, Nanami-chan" Gojo said feeling as your sons grabbed at his arms pulling him off their father.

You watched as Nanami gave you one final look before walking out of the apartment slamming the door with a loud bang.

The moment Nanami left Gojo was by your side, lifting you up so that you no longer cried crouching on the floor.

"Tatsu and Takato, you go to my apartment keep Yuji, Megumi and Tsukumi company I'll take care of your mom" Gojo said to the boys ad he held you up.

"No we need to stay-" Takato spoke but was quickly cut off by Gojo.

"Please just trust me on this" he begged to the boys.

"Gojo is right Takato" Tatsu said to his younger brother grabbing at his hand, indicating that they should leave.

"(Y/N) you have to divorce him" Gojo said as he sat you down on the couch, wiping at your tear stained cheeks.

"I can't" you babbled out incoherently.

"Yes you can" Gojo said grabbing you in his arms, as he held you closely.

"I'll be alone if I leave. The boys won't have a father if I leave" you cried out harder at the realization that if you left Nanami you knew he'd throw you and your sons out of his life.

"I'll be their father" Gojo said softly yet affirmingly.

"I'll be their father, and I'll be here for you. (Y/N) you're a wonderful woman, you deserve better. You deserve me." Gojo reassured you as he rocked you back and forth.

"You can move out of this apartment, live with me. The boys can get there own room. You can get your own room. We can be like a big happy family. I'll take you to that park you've always wanted to go to" Gojo said as your crying had stopped and you now starred at him with starry eyes.

"Take this step with me (Y/N)"

"Fuck" yelled out as he entered the apartment.

"What's wrong?" You questioned walking over towards him.

"Everything is wrong" Nanami barked out as he pushed passed you into the kitchen.

"Why don't you go to the bedroom, I can cheer you up" You said walking after him as you grabbed at his coat.

"Your pussy can fix this problem, in fact it is the problem"

Your face now etched in worry and sadness at his words as you watched Nanami grab at something in the fridge.

"Is it about your wife?" You questioned worriedly.

"Yes" Nanami said as he turned away from the fridge and straight for the couch not even sparring you a glance.

You walked over to where Nanami sat on the couch, standing infront of his hunched over figure. His eyes starring a hole into the expensive Persian carpet below.

"I thought you were going to leave her" you quietly muttered, but not quiet enough as Nanami's eyes shot up towards you.

"The fuck did you just say?"

"You said that once your position in Tokyo was secured you were going to leave her" you mumbled out again.

You watched as Nanami laughed in your face as he stood to his full height now.

"Did you honestly think, I was going to leave my wife for this"

"For fucking this, this pathetic excuse of a life we live. I fuck you and go to work come back and fuck you again. Is that really worth leaving my wife for" Nanami said with a snicker watching as you starred at him with a face of shock and hurt.

"You don't even talk to your wife or spend time with her, I thought-"

"That's your problem sweetheart, you not made for thinking. So next time you 'thought' unthink it"

You watched as Nanami sat back down on the couch, his face blank of any emotion as he starred at the wall ahead.

And suddenly as if all at once your mind had snapped, walking away from Nanami as you walked into your bedroom grabbing a bag as you hurriedly shoved any and a clothing items into it. Making your way quickly to the apartment door.

"The fuck you doing?" Nanami asked as he watched you walk out.

"Leaving" you shouted back, quickly grabbing at the handle before Nanami could grab at you.

Leaving Nanami all alone.

Gojo's offer was tempting, and you contemplated it over and over. Leaving this life of neglect from your husband for a better one, was so tempting and yet apart of you still longed for Nanami to apologize, beg for you to come back.

These thoughts devoured your mind over and over, so lost in them you didn't hear your Tatsu call out to you.

"Hey mom, there's someone here at the door" Tatsu said gently tapping your shoulder to get your attention.

Your mind snapping back to reality as you walked over towards the apartment door, unaware of who could be standing there and what role they could play in your life.

When you reached the door, the last thing you expected to see was this. Your mind racing with thoughts and your heart slightly aching at the possibilities that this person could propose towards you. And yet you stood there with the door wide open allowing them to speak to you.

"Mrs Kento, I'm the woman Nanami has been seeing" the other woman spoke.

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[siremasterlawrence]

The Brawn & The Buff

My birthday is coming up soon in a month so I am looking for a few birthday gifts for myself err go we have three of my favorites I pay to attend my party which they will do for me and all they need to do is join me for a weekend holiday of course. All three are in a buzz drinking on the jet or the airplane as it landed on the airplane strip sliding in to the main ole building to be on my side as the steps fall to the ground and they will jump in a car ride off. Finally! I can see them from a far as it sped up to my backyard party it come to halt in a rush they are escorted out, they are inviting in taking some more beer in his hand they are taking a swig of it sipping it unaware of what it occurring and Stephen is the main one togo down first. He spreads from the main door to the middle of the room as the ray of light washes on to his body shooting from high above in the sky causing the beer to quickly leave him inebriated. Poorguy still has no freaking idea as the party blows up to new levels with the music lifting to no end elevating higher and higher tests to capture instantly forcing him to swoon all over me. He smirks noticing me with a big smirk toward me waving his hand to get my attention, he stumbles down the forest area in to the path of no return the grass growing past his legs and wrapping onto him in time for my arrival. My body walks to his back and he can feel his presence behind him holding on to me, he flips me to the side as he kisses me slowly witnessing his mind to disappear forever.

“Focus on me for life”

“You love me for life “

“I love you for life”

“Don’t look away “

“You can’t find me”

“I am your man and Master”

“Your my man”

“Yes Master”

“Do as I say?”

“With my life “

“My breath is holding “

“For you “

“I want only”

“You are my nutrition “

“You give me sustenance “

“I live for you “

“I am your humble knight “

“Kiss me”

“Who is your man?”

“You are! I love you “

“Kiss me”

“I like this “

“What boi?”

“Why do I feel good?”

“Because you are free”

“Yes free”

“I love you “

“Hold me”

“What about you wife and kid?”

“Who?”

“Your wife “

“I don’t have a”

“The bitch you yelled at on the airplane”

“Oh her!”

“Fuck her”

“Actually! Fuck me instead “

“Do as you wish””

Ha cousin Robbie Amell is high as a kite lays on the grass of the compound staring in to the sky, he can’t stop thinking about nothing in particular as the shroud of cloud cover the sky and his mind vanishes into the either of it all.Approaching him Stephen Amell in obedience stops for me as I walk over to him in excitement in utter complete lust I laying down next to to him planting a kiss on his lips as he does nothing at all and then as if automatically he cups my chin and kissing me as his hands push my lips forward. We love each other tussling in the grass as we become over heated, I commanding him to strip off his clothes till he is bare naked and eu even to ravishing from head to toe as all else disappears from his mind forever as I am his new king.

“Robbie…Robbie”

“I am here “

“Stand before me”

“Yes Master”

“I am king”

“Kneel at my feet”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you serve me?”

“Do you obey me?”

“With all my heart”

“With everything I have “

“Yes Master”

“Kiss me”

“Worship me”

“Who is your everything?”

“I will love you forever”

“I will do all for you “

“You will never lift a hand “

“My body is your jungle gym”

“Be your best”

“Mmmmm”

“Master “

“Yes”

“Make love to me”

“You owe me”

“I know “

“Wrap yourself onto me”

“Do I?”

“I will give you crown”

“Oh yeah?”

“If I have too”

“Rob a bank”

“Marry you “

“Swear myself “

“I am bound”

“I am yours “

Colton Haynes is resting on the couch inside in of his room the hotel room be took a sip of his tea as his taste buds go into overdrives as the liquid passes his liquids down his own throat and intoxicating himself what is he not aware of it is my pheromones are blend well into it. His mind begins to go dim, his eyes go blank all white as everything is becoming a total shroud of white clouds exposes his brain the cup falls from his hand and then body head to toe goes relaxed dropping onto the couch his whole world comes to end exploding with fireworks.

“Hey”

“Hey”

“Colton”

“Even your breath is hot”

“Hot”

“Kiss me”

“Yes Master”

“Take your time”

“Nice and slow “

“Enjoy it”

“Mmm”

“You are rock hard”

“Growing harder”

“Pressing on me”

“That’s it succumbs to my will”

“Your mind washing away”

“Grab my waist “

“I’m about to take you for ride”

“Pose”

“Freeze”

“Good boi”

“Mmmmm”

The end

[simp4ghostie]

Ghost ~ Oneshot

MDNI 18+

Fem reader y/n x Ghost

Feel free to leave suggestions!

The lieutenant and you had always gotten along well. During missions the two of you seemed almost in sync. Your ability to become an unstoppable duo made you have quite the dynamic. Ghost recently suggested you come to his room in the barracks, the sexual tension was killing them. Fearing backlash or the possibility it was a setup somehow, you declined.

After a long mission you’re both headed back to the barracks, chatting as the two of you walk side by side.

“y/n I have a gift for you, I just need to grab it from my room” He states rather monotone, however his accent makes every syllable like liquid gold.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to go into your quarters Lieutenant?” Her voice soft beside him.

“I’m the boss, I say it is so it is” He grumbles.

“Yes sir” She follows him to his door and walks in behind him. His quarters are quite simple to her very decorated room.

He locks the door behind him and stands there staring at her back. The curve of her body. Ghost was going to have her.

“The box on the kitchen counters for you” He says nodding in the direction of a plain black box.

Your eyes trail over to the box and you walk over to it, lifting the lid off. What you see is something you would have never guessed your lieutenant of all people would gift this to you.

You reach in and pull out a decently sized Pink vibrator. “Sir… wha-“

Ghost stalks up to you and grabs the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at him.

“Cut the shit y/n. We’ve both made our wants very clear. And since you won’t let me fuck you, I got you this” he says grabbing the toy from your hand,”So you can fuck yourself while I watch”

“Simon… we shouldn’t, what if someone catches us?”

“There’s nothing in the rules saying we can’t” He says his gloved hand stroking your hair, “Want me to show you how it works?”

y/n looks up at him and nods her consent.

He puts a hand on her chest pushing her backwards against the wall. Slowly trailing his hand down to her pants popping the button open and pulling them down and off.

“Bloody hell” he groans when he sees your lacy black panties. Hooking his finger in the hem and pulling them off as well. Exposing your pussy, he turns the toy on. It starts to vibrate and he places it on your clit.

“aah fuck!” you cry out as the sensitive bud is being overstimulated.

“So responsive, your cunts already dripping” He practically growls. You feel the cool texture of the fake cock at your entrance. It slides through your slick folds quickly.

“oh my god” y/n cry’s out and moans as she feels him turn the vibration up more, the part on the outside touching her clit driving her mad.

He pushes another button and it starts to thrust inside of her slowly.

Moans and whimpers escape your lips, as he lets the toy fuck you.

A sudden knock at the door beside you makes your eyes bulge.

“Stay quiet” Ghost instructs. He cracks the door.

Panic fills you hoping they can’t see you.

“Hey Johnny” Ghost says calmly.

“Hey Ghost! I was looking for y/n, have you seen her? I was supposed to drop off some files for her but she never answered her door” you hear Soap say.

Suddenly Ghost hits a button to make the vibrations even stronger. Your chest heaves and you clamp your hand over your mouth to silence your moans.

You were so close to coming, the feeling building up and making you overly sensitive.

“Nope I haven’t. Maybe she’s in the showers, or training room” Ghost says casually.

“Alright I’ll check the training room, if she’s not there I’ll wait till tomorrow. By the way I think your phones going off I hear it vibrating” Soap says.

“Yeah I hear that too, Thanks Johnny. Good luck” Ghost says to him with a wave. Shutting the door and locking it once again.

“I need you to be a good girl and follow orders. Is that clear love?” His deep voice demands.

“Yes sir” y/n replies.

“My bed, naked. Now.” He says and pulls the toy out of you. It’s dripping with your wetness.

“Fuck that’s delicious” he moans and brings the toy to his mouth pulling his mask up to expose his lips, licking it and groaning. You notice the tent in his pants, and promptly go to his room. Quickly you toss off your shirt freeing your tits and lay on the bed.

Simon enters the room with a chair in his hand and sets it at the foot of the bed. He sits down and his eyes meet yours and then trails over your naked body.

“You are more perfect then I imagined…I want you to use this on yourself” He tosses you the toy. You take it and lay back on his pillows.

You watch as he unzips his pants and frees his cock. You practically drool at the sight of it, it’s about 8 inches long and girthy with veins. He fists it with his gloved hand stroking slowly as he watches you tease your pussy.

The toy stretches your pussy making you moan in pleasure.

“Fuck… Simon” you moan as you watch him stroke his cock.

“That’s it doll…. Keep going” he pants breathlessly.

The pressure builds in your lower belly, as you work yourself.

“Ghost please” she begs staring at his cock mesmerized,” I need you”

“What do you need Love? Tell me. Use your words.

“I need you inside me” she whines and arches her back.

Ghost gets off the chair and gets on the bed standing on his knees. He grabs your ankles and drags you to him. Quickly grabbing the toy and throwing it somewhere, it doesn’t matter he doesn’t need it anymore.

“I only got a taste earlier, I need to fucking feast” he growls out and puts his mouth on your pussy. Licking and sucking on you. Nipping your clit with his teeth.

“Oh fuck, oh my god Simon don’t stop” y/n cry’s out tears at the corner of her eyes from the overwhelming feeling.

His mouth moves intently on you, drinking down your wetness like he’s dying and it’s the only thing that can save him.

You cry out as you come, feeling Simon growl against your pussy. Making your sensitive puffy flesh pulse.

When he lifts his head he looks at you completely feral. His eyes heavy with desire, the skull mask making your stomach get butterflies. Watching him crawl up your body and position his cock at your entrance, rubbing the head against your pussy. Spreading your sloppy pussy juices over himself.

“You ready for this y/n?”

“Yes sir” she says with a smirk.

In one flush moment he shoves his cock all the way inside of your hungry pussy.

“Aw fuck!” You cry out at the sudden intrusion.

You’ve never felt so full in your life. He leans down breathing heavy by your ear.

“You feel like fucking heaven love” he groans against your ear.

Slowly he begins pumping into you, stretching you comfortably. Without warning he picks the pace up, pounding into you. The obnoxious noise of bodies slapping and wetness filling the room. Along with your cries of pleasure and Ghosts loud groans.

“Simon… I’m close”

“Me too y/n” he starts pounding harder and you arch your back, pressing your tits into his chest with a cry as you release.

Suddenly he groans and you feel a flood of warmth inside your pussy, and the throbbing of his cock pulsing. Filling you up with his cum.

“Dear god..” he says and slowly pulls out of you. He watches as the mixture of your cum leaks out of your pussy.

You smile at him as you say,” thank you Lieutenant”

His eyes meet yours and raises an eyebrow.

“For what y/n?”

“For the gift” you say with a smirk.

[grav3yardbb92]

Glow Stick

Bruce Banner x reader

***** " Miss Stark, Dr. Banner request your assistance in the lab"

" Thank you, Friday."

I finish the papers that I was organizing for my brother, before making my way to see my fiancé.

" The fun has arrived! " I announce my presence as I enter the room, only to be met with silence.

" Bruce? " His head raises above a pile of mysterious weapons, chemicals and substances that we confiscated from two different hydra bases. He has a slight look of frustration on his face before it softens into a smile. "A little birdie said you needed help, doctor." I state, sliding up behind him to deliver a message to his tense shoulders. " I've been able to identify three of these substances, just through chemical analysis- Oh, that feels good."   A giggle escapes my lips at his relaxed demeanor. " What about that blue one?" I emphasize my question by pointing to a rather large glass jar, just to the right of the table. " Um, nothing yet. That's why I need you to..." " You want me to drink that, to see what happens?" "Well, you know, after we rescued you, your body heals itself now. So no matter what it does, it won’t be that bad." He studders through his reasoning statement, cautious at the mention of me being kidnapped and experimented on. " Yeah, nothing bad. Except being cursed with blindness for a day, or that time you turned me into a cat.... stop laughing, it wasn't funny Bruce. " my complaints are interrupted by my own laughter at the past situations. " Oh fine, but if I'm turned into anything gross, we won't make our dinner reservations. So, you're cooking dinner" I leave no room for an argument, and he nods muttering "deal", before placing his soft lips to mine. " Bottoms up" I cheer before turning the jar up to lips, taking a sizable gulp of the blue liquid. Bruce has a translucent screen in front of him waiting on results. " Remember, tell me everything, what are you feeling, seeing..." " Um, I'm cold, my tongue is tingly, do you hear buzzing?" He shakes his head, before recording everything I said into the computer. " Keep going, anything-"

" Just because I have a billion dollars, doesn't mean I want to pay to power empty r..." Tony shouts into the air, before turning the lights off.

" TONY!!!"

" Y/N?,  sorry, I didn't know you were..." He rambles while walking into the now dark room.

" HOLY SHIT!"

"Turn the lights on... What?" His face is covered with a look of pure shock, matching the look on Bruce's face, beside me. Tony moves around the room, finding a mirror on his desk. He turns it to my face, which is...glowing? My hair, nails, skin and eyes are all glowing. My panic is interrupted by my lovely big brother, bursting into boisterous laughter. " oh my god. You're glowing, ha! Bruce, you're going to marry a glow stick."  I gasp at his outburst, looking toward my fiancé for some sort of reassurance. This better not last till next week. " the side effects should be over by then..." A bright flash stops his statement, pulling us both to look at Tony, who has his phone out, with a Cheshire cat smile on his face. " I know you didn't just take picture of me." " Now, come on y/n, would I do that? " Yes, he. fucking. would.

" Tony!" I stand from my seat as his short legs bolt him out of the lab and down the hall.

"Anthony Edward Stark, you delete that picture, or I will sick the Hulk on you!"  I shout after him, but he is long gone.

" Now what?" I question the good doctor.

" Now I guess we wait." I frown at his answer. " And I go cook dinner" he sighs out, taking my hand. " no way, you burned it last time. " " okay, how about pizza and a movie? I smile at his suggestion, heading to our bedroom. " And cuddles?” He laughs at my question. "Yeah, I guess I do owe you cuddles." "You owe me more than that, Doc.”

[mountttmase]

Hello hello last chapter of the first series🤭

‘Jesus Christ, I’m gonna need you to get that thing off right now’ Mason laughed from the doorway and you turned to see Mason looking at you with wide lust filled eyes and his tongue practically hanging from his mouth. I'LL SAY THAT'S THE PERFECT WAY TO START THE NIGHT

ALL THE BOYFRIEND-GIRLFRIEND PARST🥹

‘I don’t think there’s a word in the English language that could let you know how I feel about this. About you’ he told you as he gripped your waist. You couldn’t deny you felt the same as you looked over him in his suit. It fit him like a glove and and you couldn’t wait to peel it off of him later but Mason seemed to not want to wait. ‘I’m serious though, baby. There’s no way I’m gonna be able to go a whole night without fucking you first so just help me out here’ he laughed, reaching for the zip of your dress but you moved too quickly for him and his hands fell away from you. BEHAVE MOUNTTT

‘In 20 minutes yes. I made sure I was ready early cause I knew this would happen. Gives me time to be late like normal’ he told you, and you laughed at the fact he had it all figured out in his head. You were sticking to your guns though as you didn’t want to go out a sweaty mess as you’d spent so long getting ready. AHHAHAHA HE IS A LITTLE GENIUS

‘Nuh uh lover boy. You’re gonna have to wait till later’ you laughed as he followed you out of the room like a sad puppy. NOT HER CLEARLY WANTING HIM TOO

‘Don’t worry gorgeous, we’re sat on the same table as Kai and Sophia. Pretty sure Ben is on our table too he told you and you instantly relaxed knowing that you would be with people you knew and when you arrived at the table you realised Sophia was patting the seat next to her for you. HIM READING HER LIKE AN OPENED BOOK

THE MEETING WITH KEPA, SCREAMING 😂😂😂

‘Leave them alone, Kai. They’re in love, it’s sweet’ OH SOPH THANK.YOU FOR EXISTING

‘Come dance with me?’ he whispered and you nodded shyly before following him to the crowded dance floor. The music was slow, and he held you tightly at your waist as your circled your arms around his shoulders. ‘I’ve missed you’ he whispered against your lips before kissing you slowly and you smiled as he pulled you even closer. BYYYYEEEE, HE IS ADDICTED TO HER

Your placed your lips next to his ear, taking a deep breath before whispering ‘I love you’ shakily, in hopes he could hear. CRYING ALL TWH LIQUIDS I HAVE IN MY BODY, MY BABY HAS GROWN

‘I love you, too. So so much’ he laughed before kissing you gently, feeling like the only two people in the room. ‘I think it’s safe to say we’ve reached the summit now’ YOU DID,BUT NOT THE TOP TOP YET...

‘Nothing at all. These are happy tears’ you told him before he kissed them away gently, resting his forehead on yours as you both slowly swayed from side to side. ‘You remember when you told me that us meeting was fate?’ You asked him and he nodded down at you with his lip trapped between his teeth. ‘I think you might of been right’ you laughed and he burred his face in your neck, placing small kisses against any section skin he could access. OH MY GOD, I LOVE HER HIM, THEM

‘Mase wait, I’ve got my big granny knickers on to hold me in. Just look away’ you laughed and he was about to protest but didn’t want to wait any longer so he turned away as you shimmied the dress from your body and laid it on the back of a chair. Mason did as you asked and was looking away from you as he undressed himself down to his boxers, making sure to hang everything back up before he flopped back down on the bed with his hands over his eyes. GIRL HE DOESN'T MIND ABOUT THE GRANNY KNICKERS TRUST ME

‘Good, now come sit on my face’ WELL MOUNT

THAT SMUT...🤭🤭🤭🤭

THEY POSTED A PIC OF THEM, THEY ARE OFFICIAL

I LOVE THEMMMMM

MUM AND DAD FOR EVER🩷🩷🩷🌺🌺🌺

I loved this chapter cause she was so brave and just gave herself up to him and told him she loved him 🥹 and it just meant so much 🥹

THANK YOU FOR DOING THIS BESTIE IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY 🩷🩷🩷🌺🌺🌺

[dulcewrites]

I was thinking since Baelor’s birth won’t go… great in fcc, I would like to think his birth and the immediate aftermath goes much better bc of modern medicine and all that for aemyrah’s modern day counterparts. Also I was thinking if hotd was a completely different story and myrah was in the show, I would obviously trust ramin djawadi to give their love story a sickening score. BUT if modern fcc was a show of its own, I’d probably get Nicholas Britell to do the score. I would need the most beautiful, soul crushing music for all their big moments. The moment they realize they love each other, their wedding, and ofc each kid being born 🫶🏽

Agape

“At what age do you think you’ll start balding?”

“I rubbed your huge feet, and you’re asking me that,” Aegon looks at her in disgust.

“My feet are not huge, they are pleasantly plump at the moment. Also I’m thinking around 40. If you live that long of course,” Myrah shrugs.

“Remind me why I agreed to came over here?”

“Because you love me.”

“Or your husband would choke me out otherwise.”

Myrah rolls her eyes as she twist the yarn around her needles. Her mother tells her it is blessing to have a husband and future father as attentive as Aemond. Myrah supposes she’s right; there have been too many horror stories of men being involved then flipping on a dime as soon as a baby comes along. Hell, she has a cautionary tale as a mother in law now.

Aemond managed to put together a schedule that involved Myrah not being alone for too long. Someone always checking in for the past week till he gets back from his business trip later that night.

Aegon came over with beer for him and freshly squeezed mango pineapple juice for her. They shared a big thing of carbonara. He even let her pick what they watched, and Aegon was strict about his television privileges. Now, they are giggling over his Raya options.

“Maybe you should go back to meeting people the old fashion way.”

She feels a pang settled in her lower stomach. It was one of a couple that pulsed throughout her the last hour and a half. Assuming it is indigestion from the pasta, she shifts a bit before continuing to scroll on Aegon’s phone. Not impressed by his options, she hands the phone back.

“You could sent me up with your cousin I met at the wedding. The one with green eyes,” Aegon grins.

“I love her far too much to put her through that. But I do have an great aunt on my dad’s side that would love someone to pay her mortgage in exchange for companionship.”

When Aegon looks like he is actually considering it, Myrah scoffs. “I’m joking, you freak.”

He shrugs. “The women in your family are hot. I’m still waiting for your mom to realize I would make an excellent controversially young second husband.”

Myrah goes to laugh but the pain that was in her abdominal shifted to her back.

“I think I have to pee… or shit.”

Aegon wrinkles his nose, but helps her up off the couch. Myrah barely makes it to the master bathroom and closes the door before she feels a slight snap and liquid gushes down her leg.

No… no. She can’t possibly be having this baby early.

Myrah freezes for a moment, standing there in wet sweatpants. “Aegon…”

Her voice comes out shaky.

“Don’t tell me Aemond wipes for you too,” he calls back from the bedroom. “I love you guys but the codepency is a lot.”

“Aegon, please get in here.”

Dropping the humor and sensing something is wrong, he opens one of the double doors and peaks his head in. He takes one look at her wet pants and the startled look on her face, and frowns.

“Did you pee on yourself.”

She shakes her head no slowly. His already wide eyes get impossibly big.

“So, is that…”

She nods her head. Despite possibly being on the verge of becoming a mother, she’s never felt more young. Like she’s a young girl again, going to her mother to tell her she started her period. Scared of her own body. Aegon come in and swallows hard.

“Ok um maybe I should call my mom or your mom. Fuck, Aemond’s on a plane.”

“No!”

“No,” he repeats confused.

“I’ll call my doula and my midwife,” she begins to walk towards the bathtub. “And take a shower.”

“A shower,” Aegon panics. “Shouldn’t we get you to the hospital?”

No, she cannot have this baby without Aemond. She refuses.

“No, I think it’s ok. He will wait.”

“He will wait?”

“Will you stop repeating me,” she sighs. “And yes, I’m his mother. He will listen to me.”

She rubs her belly. You have to work me here kid.

“Just go get me phone.”

Aegon gives her a skeptical look, eyes trialing the wet floor, before leaving. Myrah tries to blink away tears. It is not even the slow throbbing pain that occurred that scares her, it’s everything after that. Aegon comes back with her phone. With shaky hands, she calls Lynesse, her midwife.

When she first became pregnant, Alicent insisted Myrah go to Alicent’s aunt. Siting that she delivered all of the kids, including Aemond.

“I think we may have a… situation.”

“Her water broke,” Aegon pipes up bruntly.

Myrah explains the pain she’s been having, ignoring Aegon muttering in the background that Aemond will kill him for giving her eggy pasta. Lynesse tells her to take the shower, make sure her bag is ready, and call her if the contractions get worse or closer together.

“And sweetheart, you’ll be ok.”

She will ok. She will ok.

“I think I’m going to do my makeup.”

Aegon gives her an exasperated look. “You will more than likely sweat it off Myrah.”

“Not true. My Urban Decay All-Nighter setting pray is amazing. Now be a dear and go get me some towels to clean this mess.”

Aegon shoos her away as she tries to get on her knees to clean the bathroom floor.

“You know for all of this, you guys should’ve considered naming the ankle bitter after me.”

“I’d rather not. I have a feeling there will be too many Aegons in the world when things are said in done.”

She is confused and slightly perturbed by the naming in their family. There’s homages, and there is whatever the fuck Targaryens like to do. But when in Rome…

When Aegon is done cleaning the mess, Myrah finally gets in the shower. The relaxation of the warm water is cut short with a contraction. Sharp and sizzling throughout her body. She had to grip the tile wall for a moment to catch her breath. Despite the effort that will go in for it, she opts to wash her hair and do a face mask. Knowing it may be the last time she gets to do some self care for a minute.

The pain does not subside but at least she feels a bit more prepared.

“You know we really should text Aemond so when he gets off the plane he knows what is going on.”

Myrah makes eye contact with Aegon in her vanity mirror in the master bedroom. “You know how Aemond is. He will be awful on the road. Best to wait till he gets here to let him know.”

It could a bit for her sake too. Honestly more. For some reason, she’d wants to see Aemond in this space. In their home as just Aemond and Myrah before they become ‘Aemond and Myrah, parents’. Before everything completely changes. The more people she tells, the more real it is. If he can just hold off a little bit longer.

“Help me pick a palette.”

“I highly doubt a newborn will care if your eyeshadow is sparkly enough.”

“Your mommy issues has made you cold, I think.”

Aegon flips her off, but nevertheless picks a palette.

“Oh, we need music,” Myrah claps her hands, gesturing for Aegon to look at her phone on the charger. Aegon is scrolling till he looks up with a smirk.

“Ewwww, you and Aemond have a sex playlist,” Aegon laughs. Myrah throws an eyeliner pencil that he doges.

She turns to look at herself in the mirror.

You can do this Myrah.

Something Aemond learned quickly about Myrah is that she is not a texter. At least not in the traditional sense. Where someone else would send a ‘Good. How are you?’ in reponse back to a simple question like ‘How are you doing?’, Myrah would much rather send a picture to show she’s doing well.

Or a detailed voice note about how she got free drink from Starbucks, and that’s why her morning is going splendid.

So, when Aemond lands and gets the notifications from Myrah, one selfie of her drinking some sort of bright juice and the other a picture of her and Aegon with ladybug hair-clips in their hair, he assumes everything is alright with her and baby.

It makes him breathe easier. He’d been in a foul mood the whole week. Pissed he even had to travel. Myrah had waved off his reservations.

“I’m the one on maternity leave. It will be over before you know it. Bean and I will be fine.”

It began to set in why some people he works with, men like his father, are always fucking miserable. Putting work before your family is shit.

It is not until gets a phone call from Aegon that anxiety comes back.

“Hey, so how was your flight? Did you get any of those good cookies,” Aegon sounds a bit distant and nervous. “Any hot flight attendants I should know about?”

“Aegon, what’s going on,” sighs Aemond.

“I don’t want you to be upset or scared,” it makes Aemond sit up in his seat. “But… we are at the hospital, Myrah is in labor.”

Aemond feels his stomach lurch into his throat. “What?”

“The midwife said she’s moving along ok. But her contractions started getting worse so we had to come in.”

“Fuck fuck fuck.”

“Don’t freak out,” Aegon raises his voice. “Amal is on the way. So is mom.”

“Tell him that I’m fine. My tarot cards showed good things!”

Aemond hears Myrah’s voice chime up in the background.

“Just get here, man.”

He babbles almost incoherently to the driver, asking him to essentially find a way to go the opposite direction towards the hospital. He can feel himself starting to sweat on the way there. It almost makes him wish he would’ve had time to change out of the suit he was wearing into something more comfortable. He hopes he has time to at the hospital.

He hopes he doesn’t miss the birth of his first child. Aemond might actually commit arson in his office if that’s the case.

Aemond finally gets to the hospital. All but jogging down the hall to the maternal unit of the hospital, bags in hand. He is relived to see that it seems Myrah is still in labor. He walks in to see Aegon sitting in the couch in the large room, Myrah is laid in the bed, a contraption in her mouth till she sees Aemond.

“Pookie bear,” she smiles lazily.

Aemond doesn’t think he’s ever been happier to hear that terribly embarrassing nickname. He drops his bags immediately and crouches down near her.

“Are you ok,” he brushes a hair back from her face.

“They gave her some gas and air. She’s on top of the world,” Aegon laughs. Myrah’s sweet disposition shifts when another contraction comes. Aemond is quite surprised by how strong his wife is by how hard she squeezes his hand.

“I’m never letting you impregnate me again,” Myrah winces.

“That’s ok,” he laughs, kissing her. “You giving me one is enough. I love you.”

“You better.”

Lynesse comes in with a smile. “Ah papa is here. Great, just in time for me to check how far she’s coming along

She puts Myrah in the stirrups, putting on her gloves.

“Oh.”

“Oh,” Aemond questions in a panicked. “What does ‘Oh’ mean.”

“Looks like she’s progressing a lot quicker than I thought she would be,” she grins. “We should be having a baby soon.”

Aemond, in peak curiosity, takes a look himself. He tilts his head to the side trying to imagine a baby coming out.

“Stop staring,” Myrah lifts her head off the pillow.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Aegon goes to make sure his mom and Amal know the way in.

“Do you think he’ll look more like you or more like me,” Myrah whispers.

Aemond twist his mouth in thought. “Targaryen genes are pretty strong.”

“That would be nice. A tiny Aemond running around,” she smiles tiredly. Her finger gentle traces his face, ending on his nose. “I’m really happy to have a kid with you.”

“Aw labor made you soft,” he jokes. He grabs her hand and kisses it. “Thank you for making me a father.”

Her eyes flutter shut when she feels another contraction.

“Thank me again after he gets here.”

Baelor Targaryen comes into the world, wailing and red faced.

Myrah was sure part way through the labor that he was never coming out. Hot tears flushed on her face.

“He must’ve inherited the Targaryen big head too.”

People come in and out of the room to see him.

“I think he kind of looks like me,” Aegon cooes which receives pinch in the arm from Aemond.

Alicent and Amal marvel over their first grandchild.

“Your father and Esme will be coming into town soon,” Amal kisses Myrah on the forehead. “You did so good sweet girl. He’s beautiful.”

Between the people, nurses come in to check on him on Myrah.

“I can’t believe we made a human,” Aemond whispers when they are finally alone.

Baelor yawns, wide eyes fluttering. A tuff of dark hair already on his tiny head.

“He’s so perfect. He could be a Gerber baby,” Myrah sighs in agreement. Aemond looks up from Baelor with a perplexed look.

“Hello, they only hire the cutest babies for Gerber commercials.”

“Ah,” Aemond nods.

“I changed my mind,” Myrah runs a finger over her son’s soft cheek. “I’ll let you get me pregnant again.”

Aemond laughs.

“And I’ll give you as many as you let me.”