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Oh Gods I Wish You Were Here
Cassian X Fem Reader
Summary: The holidays are fast approaching, and Cassian can feel the void now more than ever.
Content warning: mention of death, holidays, grief, and tears probably, not proofread.
A/N: Not how I intended to come back, but I got in my feelings, and this was the result.
Don't take it personally that I didn't tag this one...I just wanted to get it out as the words came.
Joy to the world. The war was over Feyre's birthday was upon them, along with Winter Solstice. Velaris snow covered, warm lights illuminating the longer evenings. Cassian could hear your daughter laughing alongside his cousin Nyx. All was right with the world.
Just not Cassian's.
As he looked at the daughter, the two of you shared, he reached out that familiar bond, and he did his best to cover his flinch as a reaction to the winter breeze rolling in. And not the ache of the end of the fading gold bond being hollow. The painful reminder that you were not here. Not watching your daughter growing up or laughing at his corny jokes.
The Mother was cruel.
"Daddy," he smiled, swallowing the tears threatening to form, "Nyx said we get to go decorate the tree at Auntie FeyFey and Uncle Rhysie's house" Aria, your 6 year old, raised her arms up and was in Cassian's embrace in an instant, his wings curving to block the wind. "Can we, pretty please?"
Cassian wanted to fall to his knees. She had your smile, the twinkle in your eye when you were excited about something. It wasn't fair.
You should have been the one to soak in these moments. To enjoy in the holiday luster. To see your child grow into a person. To see that she had your looks, personality, and your mate's whole heart.
But illness doesn't discriminate. It takes and it takes. He continues to take until its victim has nothing left, and the General of the Night Court's army only had a tombstone, and the memories you both shared as illness managed to claim another innocent soul.
Cassian had no time to grieve as Aria needed him, needed him to live, to move forward, to get out of the bed. He had to live so that Aria had her best chance at life.
The sounds of familiar voices hit his ears as Nyx led him and Aria to the townhouse, a continual meeting place for Solstice. Rhys greeted them, and Aria was greedy to get out of her father's arms and embrace her uncle. "Can we decorate the tree?"
Rhys laughed and kissed her cheek, "Of course, Starlight. Go find Auntie FeyFey and Uncle Az." Aria was quick to grab Nyx's hand, leaving the two Illyrian males behind. Rhys' gaze met his, and talons scratched at Cassian's walls.
"I'm fine," Cassian grumbled.
"Well, over 500 years, and you are still a horrific liar." Rhys flicks some lint off his shirt and sits on the stoop. Cassian joined him his wings tucked in tight. "I know the holidays are hard."
Cassian shook his head, "Aria, started school. She's made friends and takes art classes. It's not fair, Rhys. Aria shouldn't have to learn about her through stories at night time. She should be here Rhys." Cassian tucked his face in his hand a sob racking out of his body. "I want her here."
Rhys held his friend tightly. As Cassian roared, "Oh God's I wish you were here!" The door creaked open, and tiny hands gripped onto Cassian's wrist. He uncovered his face to see Aria smiling. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart," he sniffled as he pulled his child to his chest, trying to compose himself from his outburst.
Aria kissed his cheek, "Look, Daddy. A gift for you. Uncle Azzy said you could open it early." An envelope with his name in her tiny hands with...your handwriting. He gently took it from the small child and opened it.
Hey Handsome,
If you're reading this, then it must be Solstice, and our little girl is not so little anymore. I need you to know that if you're reading this that I fought hard. I fought so that you would never had to open these. I think we both know the outcome. I know you are hurting. I know you are fighting to keep our girl safe and protected and loved. I will never be able to thank you enough for the bravery you had before, during, and after this hardship.
Know I'm there with you, every big milestone, every storytime, every boo boo you kiss for Aria. And I'll be there through the bad stuff too, I'm sure. I get to look down at you from the stars and make sure you're safe and protected, for once. I love you, Cassian. I promise that we will find each other in the next life and we will have more time. There are letters for both you and Aria for big milestones, Az was given strict instructions on when to deliver them for you. When the world seems like too much and the void is too great, maybe my words will help the two of you grow and move on in my absence.
All My Love,
Your Sweetheart.
"Daddy?" Aria looked at him with eyes that matched his own, "what did it say?" Cassian smiled aware that the two were now alone
Cassian held her close and looked up at the stars, illuminating the town. "Look up at the night sky, little one." She did, and as the two looked on, a star flashed across the star, and Cassian heard her little gasp. "That was Mommy. She was letting us know she was here."
Aria snuggled against her father's chest, "I miss her." She whispered.
"Me too, Princess, me too." And the duo looked up at the night sky and wished that their favorite person was looking back at them.
~Fin
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"I said
Silence.
I warned you, If you won't stop, I would do it myself."
Francis wasn't done with him. Not yet anyway. But he would make him obedient. Wordlessly taking orders like a machine. No more back talk. He would make him perfect. At least⌠that is....Until Logan shows up.
Chapter 3.
Brand New City
Cw: Dead Dove, Mentions of Rape, Kidnapping, Straight up torture, Various cruel and unusual punishments, Blood, Murder, Feral behavior, Descriptions of pain and wounds, Voices, Hallucinations, Extreme hurt/comfort, Angst, Loss of healing factor, loss of voice- Permanently(!), Character death.
You may experiance lots of crying.
He would hum if he could. Hum along to the electricity he could hear from the light above him. Make a song out of it. Harmonize with the screams.
But he couldn't even do that.
Opening the door was none other then the man who prevented him from ever doing that again. His head lowers on instinct, trying to get a better look through the sweat running down his forehead. He would have loved to explain to the reader how this place stunk. It SHOULD have smelled like rotting flesh, agony, and B.o. But it smelled of nothing.
Nothing at all.
He couldn't even taste the blood in his mouth.
The man in front of him smirked, too smugly for his liking. Clapping his hands together he stood about 2 feet from his chair, rubbing them together as he smiled bigger than the Joker at his batman themed birthday party.
âSo. How's your recovery coming? Hopefully the boys weren't too rough with you.â He states, looking down on him like Johnathan Groff as King George did on John Adams. âYou know how they can be. You know the saying, Boys will be boys.â
The comment was direct. It hurt. It hurt because he knew that his goons were in fact too rough with him. He knew he wouldn't give a rat's ass if they didn't feed him, punched him, kicked him. He didn't care if they held him down, beat him until he couldn't move any longer, coughed blood in their face or if they had their way with him until they became bored.. and it hurt.
Oh, did it hurt...
Still did..
Look, Wade could take a lot, he was already mentally snapped. So for them to take away that last bit of sanity he held? It was simply cruel. Like hanging a bone to a starving dog JUST out of reach no matter how far it jumps and snaps, always failing, eventually giving up, laying down, and accepting its fate of permanent malnutrition to the point of death. Accepting that by fighting it was only moving up their appointment with her.
With Death.
Wade felt like dying after what they've done to him. He knew he thought about it a lot but⌠He's never wanted to see her more than now. She would kiss him better.. she would take away his pain.
He was sure that his brain was rotting in places it wasn't before, the flesh of his mind decomposing, hot with dehydration and.. what was he talking about? Oh my god was he STILL talking? For fuck sakes.
Glancing up, Francis was still going on about something. Probably something stupid. Why did mad scientists always gloat to their victims?
He wondered how long he was going to let him rot like this. His limbs were already so numb, so heavy and felt like gravity was close to ripping them off with no help at all. It hurt.
That's all he could keep thinking.
It hurts.
What exactly? Well⌠Everything. Mainly his throat. God did his throat hurt. It throbbed, was sticky, bloody, and raw. His spine hurt, his toes hurt, his jaw hurt, his fingers felt so numb that he wasn't even sure if they were still attached. The soreness alone was killing him. Whatever he did to him? Wade felt like he enhanced his pain receptors. Taking them from a 15 to a 150.
It hurt so badly to breathe, each breath making his chest shake, rise and fall, trembling. This only enhanced, the sharp pain running through his heavy cheek, flinching as he was slapped.
âWhat's my name?â
Glancing up at him, Wade was more then confused. His body was falling into pieces and THAT'S what he cared about!? What's worse is he knew that he couldn't answer him. He was physically incapable of it.
âI said âWhat's my name?!â He screams at him, leaning in close, staring as Wade glared daggers at him, his mind already thinking of millions of ways to kill him.
If only he had the strength to fight..
Leaning in, Francis smirked that sick bastard of a smile, putting his hand to his ear. âSorry, What was that? I don't think I heard you correctly, could you repeat that?â
About 5 full seconds pass before his grin gets widder, breathing out as he stands again, sighing in relief.
âFinally⌠Silence. What did I tell you? I warned you that If you won't stop, I would have to do it myself.â
He flicks Wade in the nose almost playfully. Wade, who, if it wasn't for the tape wrapped around his head to the point breathing through his mouth wasnât an option- would have bitten his finger clean off.
Francis punches him. Hard. He breathed heavily through his nose, heaving and trying to groan out but nothing came out. Nothing ever came out anymore..
He laughs, smiling. Wade could count all of his teeth if his eye wasn't starting to swell up. Grabbing his face, tears forced themselves out of his eyes and down his cheek. Pulling him close, Francis put their heads together. âOh, Look at you. So pretty when you cry.. are those for me? Hm? Ooh yes, Show me those big scared eyes. You aren't so full of quips now, are you?â
His hand reaches down, cranking up the collar around his neck, watching Wade's body shake. Not from fear but because his body was physically struggling to stay upright. He would have already flopped over if his arms and legs weren't chained, making him only slouch instead of fall to the floor.
��Let's be honest, you look better with your mouth shut anyway.â
Looking at him, he was confused. So confused. What was wrong with this guy? What kind of game is this? If Wade's voices didn't agree with him he would have claimed that Francis lost it far more than he did.
He pulls away, trailing a finger from the collar, going up his throat and across his jaw. âSo let's make you gorgeous, huh? So⌠What's my name?â
Wade's eyes widen, his pupils, for once, shrinking. He squeezes his legs further together, trying to turn away only to flick him off with his untied finger, his wrists tied to the chair arms.
Francis slams a fist down on the finger, snapping it back as Wade jolts, silently screaming, huffing, beginning to hyperventilate and struggle against the chair best he could.
FffffUCK that hurt! He didn't remember such little fingers ever hurting that badly. Did it always burt that bad? Jesus christ! He needed out. He needed to escape. But he's already tried all his tricks. It only got him hurt more.
Again he hits him, slapping him with the back of his hand hard enough to bust his lip through the tape. The crimson that flooded his mouth made him flinch, gritting his teeth as he swallowed. It was agonizing. Each movement of his throat muscles was worse and worse, seeming almost paralyzed.
âWhere do you think you'll go? Huh? You ain't going anywhere! And now look at what you've made me do!â He shouts, as Wade's head leans back, looking at him through his blonde eyelashes, exhausted, the vein they had in his arm pumping out what blood he was replenishing itself at snail speeds.
âYou've made me ruin one of my best works yet⌠but that's okay. All good bitches break eventually. And then you'll be finally useful. The perfect soldier.â
What was it with people and the perfect soldier thing? Didn't the Winter Soldier already have this arc?? And didn't he already try to make him perfect in the first movie? God the writers are really getting lazy aren't they.. His eyes roll, and again he's hit, the sting running up his jaw and across his cheek, feeling the burn in his nose as it begins bleeding heavier.
âBut no, you couldn't behave! So now you're going to die, alone, sitting in your own piss. What? Like anyone would actually come to save you?â he laughs. âYou actually believe that? That anyone would actually care about you? You're disgusting. Fake skin and all, I know who you are underneath it all.â
Francis grabs his wrists, leaning forward. âEven your own mother couldn't love a face like that. Could she?â
âHe was probably rightâ, Wade thinks, feeling himself slipping away. His blood felt as if it were pouring out of him like a barrel of whiskey with holes shot through it.. Why didn't Francis just kill him already? He could easily shoot him. Get rid of him like the nasty scum he was.. but he didn't. He nee-
His mind switches to something else mid sentence in his head. A different voice taking over.
Whiskey⌠the smell of it stained on Logan's sweatshirts used to be the only thing that kept him sane, But now? It hurt too much to think about. It hurts too much to think about his loss. To think he would never smell that again...
If he thought about it anymore? Well, his heart was already about to die.. might as well go out thinking about that muscley hunk of Canadian. How gently he held him. How hot it was when he protected puppins from big dogs at the dog park or braided Laura's hair⌠how he loved him.
Truely.. loved him..
âNever again, I fearâ, Wade thinks and believes it brokenheartedly.
âAre you even listening to m-â
wwwwWWWOOOO
His head snapped towards the door, picking up a com as he clicked the button, walking away from Wade. Thank god. He was starting to worry that he'd kiss him. Ewww. He would never kiss someone named âfrancisâ or âajaxâ for that matter. Wade didn't like soap in his mouth.
âTurn that off! Now! What did I tell you morons abo-â There was shouting on the other end of the line before a scream. Something along the lines of âHe's hereâ
âWho!? Who's here?- Doesn't matter. Shut the whole place down! Hello? God damn it-â he switched a line, the loud blaring of the alarm drowning him out. âAngel! What's going on up there? Hello!?? Why the fuck do I even pay you guys? For what?â
On the other line, there was shuffling, boots, shouting, âFind him!-â
The look on Francisâ face was golden. His little slave trade was getting busted. And Wade was physically chained to his seat to watch, death glaring daggers at him with the smallest, smuggest smirk under his tape, breathing through his nose heavily.
âThis isn't over yet. Don't you even dare think I'm finished here! You Will obey me!â
The moment he ran out of the room to go save his research (or possibly abandon it), A rumble came from the wall.
Claws.
What? No. He was hallucinating again. His mind was so cruel to him now. Starved, dehydrated and exhausted, mentally physically and emotionally, you name it.
Leaning his head back against the chair, he sighs, watching as an imaginary Wolverine came through the wall, panting, snarling, feral. Like an animal hunting its prey.
The amount of dust and mold that came from the wall was enough to make him cough, and in an instant, Logan was at his side, tearing through the chains.
Damn.. He'd have to give the imagination team some props upstairs. This seemed way too real. The way the red lights flashed over his eyes made him look so pissed, his frantic worry in those blue eyes, the struggle in his voice to keep from crying as his nose twitched. He was sniffing him...he didn't recognize himâŚ
His mouth opened to mutter something.
What was he saying? âOh- hey! Stop shaking me!â Is what he wanted to say, only to realize that.. Hallucinations couldn't touch you.
His eyes widened, He had given up on being pretty but if that was the truth he wouldn't know how to survive. But he was anything but pretty right now, snot, tears, blood and piss covering him.
It was now that Logan yelled something, Directing some agents or.. police? It was hard to tell when He felt like the ground was trying to drag him down, gravity taking hold of him as he slouched over in the chair, still in too much pain to support himself.
âI need a code, Get me a collar code, NOW!â he read his lips, though, he could have Said âI saw an old get me a dollar cod nowâ but that didn't make much sense, Wade thought. Then again he wasn't thinking much at all right now.
When Logan finally ripped off both collars and all of the wiring/tubing, he looked like he would puke at the sight of him. Pushing his shoulders up against the back of the chair, his hands shaking, covered in blood and sweat, tears flooding his eyes.
Aw.. he didn't like seeing Logan cry. He was saying so many things, shouting at him angrily, hurt. Those big Atlantic eyes becoming a true ocean. A soft smile came to his bruised and busted lips, staring at him so fondly, sympathetic. He missed Logan.. he missed him so much that his eyes stung just from seeing him. His love was so heavy, weights he could never escape in a room full of quicksand.
Wade opens his mouth but nothing comes out.
âWade! Answer me! What did you take? What did he give you!? Honey, look at me! Please! Tell me, tell me anything! Wade!-â he shakes him again.
âTell me what you took, Wade look at me, Tell me what'd you take? Wilson!.. please.. talk to me. Answer me, Wade!â He shouts.
He flinches. Hard.
âOh⌠sweetheart....What did he do to you..?â His voice cracks, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek but Wade's hand comes up to hit it away, trying to instinctively turn away into the chair, hiding. He looked so.. terrified. Like he didn't know who he was.
Something about this sends Logan into a rage, growling loudly and snarling towards the door where he ran off. He stands, hairs on his body raised, eyes glazed over with blind hatred.
Just before he runs to shred the man who did this to his husband, He grabs him.
Shaking from weakness and fear, in that chair sat a man he barely knew, eyes as blue as his own, blonde hair growing to look like a buzz cut. So thin. So weak. His neck was burned, his nose was bleeding down his chin, his lip joining in, his black eye almost swollen shut, deep yellow and purple bruising on his rib cage, hand prints on his throat, internal bleeding in his gut. He could tell by the smell of him. That and the massive pooling that shown on his stomach.
His fingers were gripping on Logan's shirt, and tight from the looks of it.
As tight as his remaining strength would let him.
The pleading look in his eye's begged him not to go. Begged him never to leave his side ever again. Such big eyes.. such desperation.. so much pain.
Grunting, Logan points to the door. âDON'T let him get away or I'm coming after YOU!â he growls, watching as all of the remaining soldiers run out the room, leaving Logan with Wade. And Wade with Logan.
No one else mattered now.
Sitting in front of him, Logan held his hands, suddenly panicking. âWade!â He shouted, squeezing his hand. It was cold.
Where were they? Alaska? Canada? No.. not Canada. If this was Canada he would have to move to a new city and teach himself how to die, how to bury a memory as his life was burying his own with each passing moment.
âWade? Stay with me. Come on, Just be strong a little longer! Please- You can't leave me again!!â He shouts at the top of his water filled lungs, but Wade can't see anything. He couldn't feel anything either except the cold concrete against his naked stomach as everything disappears.
Heh⌠funny.. the one time God answered his prayers⌠When he said he wished he could see Logan again before he died, he didn't mean this.
As did everyone eventually.. as Logan was destined to.
This wasn't how he wanted to go out but.. he was pretty sure that Fate had lost her patience with him.
And so.. that's it... that's the final bell. Close the curtains.. roll the credits.. This movie's over. No post credit scene.
JustâŚ
The End
#silence au#chapter 3#ajax#francis freeman#brand new city#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#logan howlett#wade wilson#deadpool#wolverine#deadpool 3#deadclaws#deadpool movie#deadpool marvel#deadpool comics#slight jaxpool#gross#please read#took me a while#suffer <3#:)
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i know this is something iâve written (& not posted because im shyyyy), but what if jacks lost both chrysi and azure and jst went insane because of it. what then, huh. and what does he do when, after hundreds of years of cruelty and evil, he finds himself face to face with both his soulmates and he realizes he can never be the companion they loved. what then.
#the thing is that chrysi and azure donât care. azure watched chrysi tear a manâs jaw off that morning.#chrysi watched azure implode a man to a mass of broken bones and eviscerated flesh w/o touching him last week#objectively chryzure did more fucked up things than jacks jst casually. for money. for their job.#but the fact that jacks tortured himself for so long bc he thought he lost both chrysi and azure foreverâŚ.. theyâre kinda impressed#jscks is like the dog that destroyed everything the moment chrysi and azure left the house bc he thought they were never coming back#LIKE heâs jst âiâm a monster.. i killed thousands with my kiss.. made lover betray lover⌠iâm an immortal and cruel fate that canât loveâ#& chrysi and azure are like OH i thought you did like something BAD. or worse i mean. we were only gone for 400 years whyâd you start cryin#chryzurejacks is everything to me⌠bc okay okay#i kinda want castor to be the reason that chrysi&azure died#which is why he owes jacks an unforgivable debt#& once chrysi and azure get reincarnated castorâs like THANK GOD I WAS SICK OF DOING FAVORS FOR JACKS W/O ANY PAYMENT#((bc ofc chryzure would work with castor before reaching out to jacks.. gotta keep jacks feeling insecure and jealous in all ways đ))#idk if iâm making sense but i loooove immortal jacks & his two soulmates that keep on fucking dying and coming back later#cant you two jst be NORMAL#s.chryzurejacks#memorie.txt
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#ok i might be tired but oh man legitimately tearing up thinking about Tommy Coolatta#he's so cute and sweet it hurts me#I'll lament here to save my friends the fifth Tommy insanity within 24 hours#but oh man this man is on my mind 24/7#i want to kiss him? i want to kiss him. god is cruel for keeping us apart đđ#Tommy baby i can treat you SO right i would give you the world#ok i'm good now
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hotch's sister x spencer where hotch notices she's wearing spencer's clothes?
âYou and Spencer get one another in trouble with your older brother. fem!reader, 1k
Your brother, though youâre adopted, has passed down onto you many things. Mostly his frown, but more embarrassingly his high-pitched giggle when something is startlingly funny.Â
You laugh like a hyena at something Spencerâs said. He tries to grab you before you walk straight into his desk corner, but heâs too slow. You whack your hip and laugh again, this time in pain, bending over to grab at your wound in defeat.Â
âOh my god,â he says, trying not to laugh loudly, his efforts turning his own laugh into a giggle like yours as he bends down to see you, âare you okay?â He laughs so much he can barely ask. âAre you okay?âÂ
âIâm fine,â you squeeze between a laugh, letting him pull you into a standing position.Â
âWhat is it?â he asks, grabbing your hip, which worsens your laughter all over again. âWhat?âÂ
âYouâre super handsy, Dr. Reid.âÂ
A sharp clearing of the throat echoes. You tense up, begging Spencer mentally not to give you away, but his hand practically flies back into his chest like youâve burned him.Â
You turn to the office. âHi, Aaron.âÂ
Aaron Hotchner stands at the balcony overlooking the bullpen where you and Spencer stand. âHoney. Just give me two minutes and Iâll come down, okay?âÂ
You give a big smile. âYes, sir.âÂ
His eyes move to Spencer. You watch Aaron decide to leave it alone and canât help laughing for the hundredth time today as your brother turns around to head back into his office.
âHeâs ridiculous.âÂ
âHeâs gonna fire me,â Spencer says, though he doesnât sound serious.Â
âAnd then you can come work with me.âÂ
Spencer doesnât want to work at your new job, that much is clear from his expression, but he has enough social wits to realise youâre flirting. âThat wouldnât be the worst thing in the world,â he says.
Spencer leans back against his desk, hair curled just under his ears, his hand reaching for you though he doesnât touch. You sit down in his seat, the backs of your thighs sticking to warm leather. You arenât working today, hence your social visit, and Spencer had distracted you on the way to Aaronâs office (through no fault of his own, youâd just wanted to see him again) with a shy wave. Like you hadnât spent yesterday night together walking through fountains.Â
You didnât mean to fall in. Spencer helped you up onto the round basin of the fountain and youâd held hands, walking in circles so heâd have an excuse to keep rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. Seconds turned to minutes, the conversation unhurried, and one wrong move had you slipping. You fell calf deep into cold water, but his laughter had been worth it.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â he asks.Â
You cross one leg over the other, your jean leg riding up your shin. âIâm thinking about what Aaronâs gonna buy me for lunch.âÂ
âWhat do you want?â
âI have no idea. Itâs so hot out I barely wanna eat.âÂ
âWell, too bad, you have to.â He picks up a file from his outgoings and fans it at you nicely. When he talks again, his voice is lowered. âI was thinking, if youâre not busy, they have a movie playing in a couple of days at the independent, I think itâs in Portuguese, and I really think youâd like it.âÂ
âYeah?â you ask, lavishing in the cold kiss of his manufactured breeze and the idea of another date.Â
âAbout a little girl that turns into a star. They have popcorn bigger than anywhere else Iâve seen, too. Enough for three people in one bucket.âÂ
You try not to act too shy. âWell, hopefully itâs just me and you.âÂ
Spencer smiles at you between waves of his fan. âIs your hip okay?â he asks.Â
âSpencer.âÂ
âAre you ready?â Aaron asks.Â
You spin in Spencerâs chair toward your brother, shocked heâs there. Heâs been funny since you and Spencer met, never controlling or cruel, yet clearly having a tough time coming to grips with the connection youâve formed with his smartest employee.Â
When you told him Spencer had given you his number, his eye twitched ever so slightly, and he excused himself for a glass of water. Youâre not sure what is about the situation that irks him: he loves you, he loves Spencer in his way, heâd do anything for both of you, except acknowledge your burgeoning relationship.Â
You nod but donât stand. Your hip aches weirdly and the sitting is nice. Plus, itâs a sisterly duty to wind up her brother, even if you love him more than anybody on planet earth.Â
âSpencer was just telling me about your accident in Scottsdale.âÂ
âHe was,â Hotch says. He looks at you, and his eyes follow down the line of your leg to your shoes, where they stay.Â
You glance down.Â
âIâm trying something new,â you say, sitting up quickly. Scottsdale doesnât seem so funny.Â
âI can see that.âÂ
Youâre wearing Spencerâs socks, odd ones sticking up past his borrowed converse. âItâs summer,â you say, standing up.Â
âMm.â He gestures for you to stand in front of him, his hand on your shoulder kind but firm as he steers you away. âAnd the odd socks, thatâs a conscious choice?âÂ
âDonât be mean.âÂ
âIâm not.âÂ
You glance back at Spencer and grin at him as youâre shepherded away. Hopefully heâll call you later, but for now he looks like heâd like to dig himself a shallow grave.
âWe went for a walk last night and I ruined my shoes,â you explain, turning your gaze to Aaron and his reluctant smile. âThey were still wet this morning.âÂ
âWhat about those loafers I got you for your birthday?â he asks.Â
âWell, I didnât have them with me.âÂ
Aaron nods. Thereâs a certain impassiveness to his expression that youâre familiar with, even if it signifies disappointment. That youâre not so used to.Â
âI thought you liked Spencer?â you ask.Â
âI do. But I love you, and heâsâŚâÂ
âHeâs what?âÂ
âAt risk.âÂ
âYouâll just have to keep him safe for me,â you say, smiling at him breezily.Â
Aaron seems to agree silently. Youâre almost to the elevators when he says, âPlease, wear your own socks. I know you know how to do your laundry, Iâm the one who taught you how to do it.âÂ
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Yandere bully who is so mean to you in public, constantly teasing and making you cry, taunting you in front of everyone, pushing your buttons just to see you break. "What's wrong, baby? Gonna cry again?" He grins, acting like the bitch he's known to be. But in private, he's on his knees, your obedient pet, begging to please you however you want.
Yandere bully who's addicted to you, desperate for your approval. He'll do anything to have you, anything to make you cum, anything to feel like he's worthy of your attention -even if it means pushing you to the brink of pleasure every chance he gets.
Yandere bully who gets you alone any chance he gets and makes you cum over and over again, his cruel exterior gone as he worships you with his mouth and hands. "You're so fucking beautiful when you cum for me. 'Il do anything for you, baby." His fingers don't stop, even when you're shaking, his lips constantly moving over your sensitive skin, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until you can't take it anymore.
Yandere bully who loves catching you off guard when you're trying to study, slipping under the table and spreading your legs without a word. His fingers slip inside you while his tongue circles your clit, licking and sucking on it like he can't get enough. You try to concentrate, but it's impossible, and he knows it. "Come on, baby, keep studying while I make you feel good." He smirks against you, watching you fall apart as he fingers you under the desk.
Yandere bully who loves to suck on his lollipop in front of you, popping it in and out of his mouth with a teasing grin, only to push it inside your pussy without warning. "How's that feel, baby? Bet you never thought this sweet thing could fuck you, huh?" He moves it in and out, his eyes locked on your expression as he watches you struggle. And when he's done, he pulls it out, licks it clean, and goes right back to sucking on it like nothing happened, savoring your taste mixed with the candy.
Yandere bully who acts like he's in control, always smug and cruel with the things he says, but the moment you're soaking wet and he's got his mouth on you, it's like he's a different person. "Fuck, I can't get enough of this. You taste so good, baby... I need more, please."
Yandere bully who moans like he's the one getting head whenever he's between your legs, his voice breaking as he eat you out. He can't help the sounds slipping out of his mouth, so lost in the taste of you that he's grinding himself against the mattress. "Fuck, baby... you taste so fucking good. I'm gonna lose it.." The pleasure in his voice is unreal, like he's the one being pleasured.
Yandere bully who gets absolutely lost between your legs, so pussy-drunk he forgets everything else around him. His mouth is buried between your thighs, licking and kissing like he's been deprived of it for days. He's groaning into you, the wet sounds echoing as he slurps up everything you give him, completely obsessed.
Yandere bully who talks directly to your pussy like it's a person, his voice low and ragged, whispering how good it is, how perfect it feels for him. "Fuck, baby, you're so fucking sweet.. So good for me. God, I'm never letting you go." He kisses it like it's his lips, muttering praises to it while his tongue laps you up.
Yandere bully who gets so messy and sloppy, his face drenched with your slick, but he doesn't care. The more you give him, the more he wants, making filthy, lewd noises as he fuck you with his tongue. "Shit... I can't get enough. I need more, more of you." He's never satisfied, his fingers spreading you open just so he can see how you pulse for him.
Yandere bully who doesn't just lick, he makes love to your pussy with his mouth, slow at first, dragging his tongue in long strokes like he's savoring every taste. Then he's frantic, desperate, his lips locking around your clit, sucking so hard you can't hold back your moans, and he loves it. "Fuck, baby, you're so wet for me. Keep making those sounds, I'm fucking addicted to this."
Yandere bully who can't keep his hands off, always pinching and smacking your pussy between sloppy licks, just to watch it bounce and twitch under his touch. "God, I love seeing you like this, so swollen and needy for me." He'd smack it again, the sound so lewd it makes you blush.
Yandere bully who loves to spits on your pussy, his eyes dark with lust as he watches his saliva drip onto you before diving in with his tongue. "Look at this, baby. So fucking messy for me, just how I like it." He grins, dragging his tongue through the wetness and your slick, slurping noisily like he's savoring every second of it.
Yandere bully who bites your pussy just to see your reaction, his teeth grazing over your swollen lips, nipping at your sensitive skin. "Come on, baby, don't squirm. You know you love it when I get a little rough with you." His voice is low, teasing, as he watches your body jerk at the sensation. He alternates between soft kisses and sharp bites, pushing your limits.
Yandere bully who buries his face deeper, tongue pushing into you as far as it can go while his nose grinds against your clit. He groans with each taste, like he's drowning in pleasure just from having you on his lips. "You're so fucking perfect. I could eat this forever:" His words are so slurred and desperate, like he's too far gone to think straight anymore.
Yandere bully who tells you he loves you for the first time when you squirt into his mouth, the taste driving him so insane that the confession slips out before he can stop it. "Fuck... I love you. I fucking love you." His voice is hoarse, and he's groaning like he's the one cumming, licking up every drop you give him as his face gets soaked in your release. He's a mess, panting, eyes wide as the reality of what he just said settles in, but he doesn't take it back.
Yandere bully who gets so overwhelmed eating you out that he cums in his pants without even touching himself, his body shaking with how much he's lost in it. He's a mess, his cock twitching in his soaked boxers while he keeps his mouth on you. "Oh god.. fuck.. I'm cumming... I can't- shit-"And even after he cums, he still doesn't stop, licking up every drop of you like it's his lifeline.
Yandere bully who grinds himself against the bed, getting off just by eating you out, humping the mattress as he moans into you, obsessed with how you taste and feel. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum just like this... you're too fucking good. I can't take it..."
Yandere bully who stays between your legs even after you're spent, lazily licking and kissing, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "l'm not done... Stay still..." His voice is low, almost hoarse, as he presses one last kiss against your pussy, so utterly drunk on it that he can't stop himself.
Yandere bully who takes so many pictures of your pussy that his phone is filled with them. He's got one as his lock screen, grinning every time he unlocks his phone and sees it there. "God, you're so fucking pretty. I can't get enough." He pulls out his phone to take even more photos when you're spread out for him, snapping pictures while muttering to himself about how perfect you look. He's gross, but he doesn't care-he's obsessed with having every part of you to himself.
Yandere bully who wants to shave you himself, his hands steady as he moves the razor over your skin, but it always ends the same way-with him making you cum so hard that your pussy is swollen and puffy by the time he's done. "You look so cute like this... all swollen for me." His fingers trace over your sensitive skin, teasing you even more, knowing you're already overstimulated. He never stops until you've cum over and over again, leaving you a trembling, swollen mess.
Yandere bully who isn't satisfied until he's made you cum more times than you can count, watching you shake and scream, completely addicted to the way your body reacts. "Look at you.. all mine. No one else gets to touch you like this. Only me." He's possessive, obsessed, and so pussy-drunk that he's practically begging for more, even when you can't take it anymore.
Yandere bully who cries when you cum on his tongue, so overwhelmed by how sweet you taste that tears well up in his eyes. He's moaning and sobbing, his face soaked with a mixture of your wetness and his tears. "You're so fucking sweet.. so perfect... fuck, I can't take it..."He presses his face deeper into you, tongue flicking desperately, crying with how much he loves the way you feel.
Yandere bully who steals your dirty panties every chance he gets, slipping them into his pocket when you're not looking. He hides them away just so he can sniff and lick them later, getting off to your scent like a total pervert. "God, you smell so fucking good.. I can't stop thinking about Ä°t." He presses the fabric to his nose, groaning as he grinds against the bed, cumming hard while licking your panties, completely high.
Yandere bully who can be the meanest, most disgusting version of himself, using your body for his pleasure, but you can feel the way he's addicted to you, how much he needs to please you. It's a twisted game between love and hate-he's cruel, mean, but the moment he's got his hands on you, he can't stop himself from worshipping you in the most filthy, desperate ways possible.
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đđđđđđđ: ăđŹđđŠđđŤđđđă fushiguro toji/reader, geto suguru/reader, gojo satoru/reader, kamo choso/reader
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đđđđđđđ: pussy drunk and so obsessed they're behaving downright greedily, just how will you fare against them when they're not thinking sensibly?
đđđđđđđđ: 18+ only, smut, swearing, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, clit slapping (once), needy and desperate boys, pussy drunk boys, biting/marking, creampie, p in v sex, afab!reader, no pronouns or y/n used, i think that's all !! <3
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Itâs hot, the room is hot, Toji is hot, youâre hot, itâs hot and you can barely think. His huffed breaths warm against your neck, his hips relentless, hammering into you with reckless abandon, so far gone and still in pursuit of more.
Making such a mess, the combination of your shared previous orgasms drooling from your cunt with every thrust he makes. Lewd slapping sounds filling the room with the force of his every movement, ravenous and unwilling to stop.
Panting against your skin, hands pushing your legs down, folding you under him, moving you how he pleases, how he needs, âDoing so good â hah â for me, messy little thing.â
âI canât keep going, Toji â mmph â itâs too much,â your eyes burning with tears, the overstimulation becoming too much for you, so fucked full that itâs beginning to make your head spin.
âDonât be silly,â he nips at your neck before licking at the length of it, âOf course you can keep goingâŚâ pulling back to look you in the eyes and oh, he looks so utterly fucked, dumb and happy look in his eyes, ââCause Iâm not fucking done yet.â Punctuating the end of his sentence with a harsh slam of his hips.
Heâs not pulling out yet, not when youâre so soft and warm, creamy pussy pulsing around him, sucking him in so divinely, how could he finish now when heâs this obsessed with your sweet, little cunt.
Your tears only spurring him on, loving how wrecked you look, dick twitching at your small sobs and whines, so overwhelmed by your own pleasure. Leaning in to kiss you hotly, deeply, tongue licking into your mouth, moans shared in it, each sound he swallows down.
Never stopping his hips, pelvis hitting your clit with every re-entry, your mind foggy, hands clawing at his back, hoping it gives you some kind of reprieve. Legs starting to burn with how theyâre thrown over his shoulders, too far gone to really register it.
Hands moving to tug at his hair, pulling him back by it, lips connected by a string of spit, snapping when he licks his lower lip. Youâre not even sure if heâs all there anymore, eyes glazed and lidded, pace faltering when he looks you in the eyes.
His head dips to watch how he fucks into you, groaning aloud at how messy it is, how obscene it is. Balls pulling tight at how your cunt has him coated in white, âGod, Iâm gonna fucking die,â words rushed and mumbled, speeding his hips up, barely pulling out before fucking back in, âGotta keep going â hah â canât stop, donât wanna â hnnn â stop, donât make me stop, please.â
His gaze never leaving your cunt, something deeply possessive bubbling inside him at how your pussy bulges around his cock. He doesnât want to stop, never wants to stop fucking you, breaths rushed and nearly panting like a damn dog. Youâre doing so good for him, always so good, almost too good.
Your grip pulls his head up to look at you again, his eyes wet, skin flushed so pink, biting into his lower lip, so desperate to keep going. âLast one,â you condition.
âSo cruelâŚâ he groans pathetically, one of his own hands reaching out and holding the side of your face, âFine.â His thumb wiping at one of your tears, âBetter make it count then, huh?â
Eyes growing wide at his words, confused by what he means before understanding suddenly and all at once. Somehow, his thrusts harsher, controlled, angled specifically to hit against the one spot that has you going fucking insane.
Crying from how good it feels, too good, nails clawing down his arms, breath stuttered and rushed, shocked by his force, left struck dumber than him at it. His lazy smirk, drunk and proud, eyes nearly rolling back at how tightly youâre suddenly gripping him.
Already so close for him, not even with it enough to be embarrassed over it, though, youâve both been far gone for a while now, how you can even still huff out pleas is beyond you. âToo muâ ah ah, too much, Tojiâ please, sloââ
âIf you can â hnnn â still talk â hah â then Iâm not doing âhnnn â it right,â he bites out, concrete in his sentiments.
Manoeuvring your legs down, pressing into the back of your knees, leaning back. Almost falling apart at the sight of you spread so open for him, so beyond wrecked, so soft, God, he might not pull out, might try and convince you to let him keep going, he might beg for it.
Pistoning down into you, âJust one more, right?â
âMhm,â you nod.
âLetâs see how long I can hold out for then,â he smiles large and languid. Evil in his intent, sure, it will be his last orgasm but that doesnât mean it will be soon.
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Chest sweaty against his, pressed to him, his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight. Sat in his lap, his hips fucking up into you, his cum leaking back down onto him from your overstuffed pussy.
Youâre limp on him, however many orgasms deep, having lost count a long time ago, Geto keeps making you cum, over and over and overâ
Obsessed with how it feels, how it feels when you cum around him, cunt gripping him so tightly, sucking him in deeper. Needing to feel it, loving it too much, hungry for more. Bordering on feral for it, losing his ability to consider his next moves, only really driving his hips up over and over, hoping heâs driving you as crazy as youâre driving him.
Your plush walls tight around his throbbing cock, his hands spread your ass cheeks to fuck himself in deeper, eyes nearly rolling back at it. Nuzzling his head into your neck, panting his moans against your skin, teeth nipping at you.
Your hands thread shakily through his hair, tugging his head back, âSuguâ I canâtâ you need to â hah â slow down.â
âDonât wanna,â he bites back, head tipped back, eyes hazy and fucked as he looks at you, âFeels too good â hnnn â so good,â mouth gasping for air when your hand tugs harshly at his hair.
Eyes teary when you plead, âCanât take anymore â mmph â itâs tooââ
âItâs fine, youâre fine, youââ hips stuttering when you grip him tighter at the sound of his wrecked voice, his moans cutting himself off, âFuuckâ always take it so well.â
Suddenly, your world is spinning, dizzy as he manoeuvres you both so heâs on top of you, heavy cock barely leaving you before heâs stuffing you full again. Pace wild and quicker, forcing all the air out of your lungs with it.
Legs kicking at the delicious sting of overstimulation, his pelvis smacking into your clit with every angled thrust. Wrapping your limbs around him to hold on for dear life, his large hands on your waist, tugging you back and forth, fucking you like a toy.
In all honesty, Geto feels like he might fucking pass out, head foggy and fucked out but needing to feel more of you, all of you. Your small whimpers and pleads fall on deaf ears, heâs not listening, not when youâre sucking him back in before he even really gets a chance to pull out.
Growing impossibly tighter around him, his groans breathless, hips struggling to continue fucking you at the pace he wants. âYouâre gonna â oh fuck â youâre gonna cum again, can fuckinn feel it,â words pushed out through his teeth, shivers running down his back.
Your eyes are screwed shut, âI donât â hnnn â know if I can â ah!â
âYou can and you are,â he chuckles humourlessly at how pathetic you sound, so utterly ruined, âPoor thing â hnnn â so fucking wet, so sloppy, making a fucking mess everywhere and this cunt is still creaming for more â ah fuck.â
Youâre cumming around him violently, pussy spasming around him, hips struggling to move away from it all but itâs of no use, Geto is holding you firmly, still fucking you through it. Mouth hung open and eyes rolled back while he dances on cloud nine, fucking delighted by how hard youâre cumming for him.
Barely even slowing his pace before ramming into you again with a renewed vigour, your body wracked and shaking with your aftershocks. Everything feels like jelly, your limbs, mind, everything, cheeks wet and stained with your tears and drool.
âPick a number,â he grunts roughly, tone shaky even to his ears.
You huff against him, hands scrabbling for purchase on his back, your own barely even on the bed, nearly all your weight being supported by his hands, words slurred as you manage to struggle out a small, âWâwhat?â
âPick a â hnn â fucking number, now.â
Sobbing out a confused, âThree?â
You can hear the grin in his tone, incredibly excited, âAlright, three more â fuck â three more orgasms from you.â
Eyes widening in shock, shaking your head against him, trying to pull away, âNo no no, I canâtâ I canât, Sugu.â
He licks cruelly at your cheeks, collecting the tears that had stained them, ââCourse you can,â he huffs out through his nose, amused, âYou picked the number after all.â
Not letting you argue against him, lips on yours, suffocating any words you had for him, tongue licking at your own. You canât breathe against him; heâs not pulling back for air enough. When he does pull back, heâs ecstatic at just how fucked you look, pressing a soft peck to your lips.
âThree more, you can do it â hah â always so good for me,â he praises, still completely unwilling to pull out, he needs to feel it, your cunt snug around him, pulsing as you cover him in fresh slick, he fucking needs it.
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Face stuffed into the plush bedding below, Gojo fucking into you from behind, his cock coated in your combined orgasms, completely obscene and depraved. His eyes locked on where heâs stuffing you full, fucking hypnotised by the sight.
Free hand gripping at your ass cheek, pulling you open just to get a better view, his knees knocking yours open more, your back arching for him even more. Itâd be downright embarrassing how exposed and obedient you were being⌠if you were even capable of a singular coherent thought.
âSo goodâ holy fuck,â laughing breathlessly at how your cunt spasms around him at the sounds of his voice, âIâm dying before I pull out, canâtâ oh!â Hips stuttering and words dying on his tongue when he catches how your pussy drools onto the bedsheets below, his and your cum both leaking from you in thick globs.
Heâs not leaving any time soon, obsessed with the view, with how it feels, lewd in how wet and sticky everything is. Not sure when the next time youâre going to let him fuck you like this will be and incredibly unwilling to end this experience.
Wearing a large smile on his face, eyes bright and filled with a fucked kind of delight, his body leaning down over yours to speak into your ear, âI bet,â he licks at the tip of your ear before nipping it, voice low when he continues, âYouâre getting close again,â he tuts against you, âSo greedy.â
ââToru, Iââ cut off abruptly by the swift smack he delivers to your clit, jolting your body forward, choked whine leaving you with it. Your pussy seizing against your will, cumming just like he knew you would, if his amused laughs are anything to go by.
âOhh fuck! Thatâs itâ holy shit âhnnnââ His words are spoken over a smile, completely wrecked but also completely excited over it.
His dick twitching wildly with how tight you grip him, cumming from how much slicker and tighter you get, dumping his cum deep inside you, barely even stopping his thrusts. Just stuffing your overfilled pussy, leaning back to stare at your poor cunt bulging around him.
Biting his lip to hold back all his own ruined noises, hoping to keep the illusion of control when heâs all to aware of how completely pussy drunk he is. If you threatened to stop him now, he might actually cry, whipped and desperate to keep fucking into you.
Pulling out only to watch the way his cum gushes out of you, eyes sparkling at it, hand leaving the back of your neck so he can use the both of them to pull you open, your cunt jumping and hips trying to wiggle away from him.
âNo no nonono, youâre not going anywhere,â guiding himself back to your hole, shoving himself inside, bottoming out quickly, âNooo, weâre not done, fuckâ never be done.â
So quick to resume fucking you like a madman, his hands gripping and pulling at you everywhere, obsessively worshipping your body in the most depraved manner heâs capable of.
Leaning in again just to bite at your shoulders and neck, leaving marks everywhere he can possibly reach. Relishing in the way you twitch and whine for him, truly feeling the most debilitating need to keep fucking you.
Desperately rutting into you, eyes glazed over and lost, head heavy as he leans into you, hands tugging you back against him by your hips. âFeels too goodâ fuck, what the fuckâ hahââ Just about losing his mind over how good it feels.
Your small and wrecked voice calls for him, spit drooling from the corner of your mouth, âYou need to â ah! ah! â âToru, itâs too much!â
âShhh, no no, please donât â hah ââ Pulling back just to pull you up with him, cock never leaving your tight heat, his chest to your back, hands roaming the front of your body, âDonât say that, not enoughâ never be enoughââ
His fingers moving down your body to rub messy circles into your clit, the sudden stimulation almost knocking you over, only held up by Gojoâs hand on your chest. Loud whimpers pulled from your chest, feeling completely limp against him, eyes wet and crying.
âMore, I need more, more more.â Heâs practically begging you to cum again, mouth right by your ear, âYou can give me more, right? Please pleasepleaseplease.â Pathetic in how heâs asking.
âIâ I dunno âToru,â you whinge, words slurred.
âI think you can,â fingers speeding up on your clit, wicked and fucked out smile on his face at how your eyes roll back in your head, mouth dropping open.
Youâd fold in on yourself completely if Gojo wasnât still holding you up, your orgasm rocking through your body, hips caught between trying to get away from him and fucking back onto his cock.
Heâs going insane, fucking you through it and holding you tightly so you canât get away, needing to keep going, keep feeling how you pulse and cream all over him, he could swear heâd die if he doesnât.
Fingers not letting up, still dancing over your clit, the overstimulation too much, whines leaving you, trying to tell him itâs too much, thatâs it feels too good, that it hurts. Heâs too preoccupied, though, completely aware of what heâs doing, just hoping to get another orgasm out of you before you pass out.
Succeeding in his endeavours, large, diabolical smile breaking out across his face at how he pulls another orgasm out of you so soon after the other, âThatâs itâ fuckâ thatâs it, so good, sooo good.â
Shaking your head against him, telling him no more, to which, he thankfully pulls his fingers away from your poor abused clit. His thrusts donât stop though, obsessively driving forwards, letting you flop back into the mattress just to lay his weight over the top of you, pressed close. Cock twitching inside you, sensitive and still aching for so much more, voice cracking in his desperation, âJusâ a lilâ more, hmm?â
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This was just meant to be you riding him, something for him to enjoy, something for you to knock his socks off with but itâs quickly devolved into him holding your body flat to his, his hips rutting desperately up into you, his arms around you using you to fuck you back and forth onto his aching cock.
Fucking orgasm after delicious orgasm out of the both of you, though yours are just a consequence of his relentless fucking, not really aiming to fuck you properly, hips just mindlessly chasing his own pleasure.
âSorry, mâsorry, âm so sorry,â he mumbles over and over, feeling bad for taking away your control but needing to use you to fuck himself how he pleases.
You felt too wet, too tight, too hot wrapped so snugly around him, your pace wasnât fast enough, he wasnât hitting deep enough, he just needed so much more, he needed to fuck you until heâs blind. He needed to be able to hold your body tight and fuck himself stupid, heâll let you ride him next time, he promises.
âChoâ Iâ itâs okay,â you manage to force out, drooling into the corner of his neck, completely dumb on his dick.
âIâll let you â hnnn â fuck me properly next time â hah â I promise,â pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, a complete opposition to how heâs fucking you so meanly.
Hands moving down your body to your ass, gripping you, forcing you up and down in time with his thrusts. Moans leaving him in a choked manner, trying to hold back and failing miserably, sounding so pathetic even to himself but not really caring, not when your cunt only drips more for him, grips him tighter.
His abs tense and squeeze, it all feels too good, too much, and heâs hooked, completely drunk and desperate for more. So fucking desperate itâs embarrassing, eyes wet and glassy, like he might shed tears just from how good it all feels.
Grip tight on your soft skin, places that will hurt tomorrow, his hands hoping to ground himself but only driving him wilder at just how unbelievably soft you are, skin delicate, his nails probably puncturing into it, leaving crescent shapes behind.
His cock so hard it hurts, twitching and throbbing inside you, you can feel it, the tempo of it. The thought alone dizzying, pulling at his hair, making him moan, his hips jump, âNeed â hnnnn â need so much more, need it all, need to stuff you so full you canât breathe,â heâs not sure if heâs making sense, words rushed and completely horny.
âDo it then â hah ââ Youâre goading him, giving him the permission, just to see what he does, to see how much more he can ruin himself and you along with him.
He rolls the both of you, the air leaving your lungs at the switch, his arm quick to hold your knee up and over his shoulder. Holding you open in an obscene display, his dick back inside you so fast you donât even have time to think about it.
âSorry, mâsorry, sorry â hah â but,â his brow is creased as he fucks into you, head dipping to see how fucked full you are, his cock opening you up lewdly, his chest stuttering at the sight, messy and creamy, âI need itâ fuckâ I need it so bad,â his voice pitched and pathetic.
Every time he thrusts into you, his pelvis grinds into your clit, your pussy jumping and eyes almost rolling every time, your hips trying to meet his. His hand forces your hips down, âJustâ stay fuckin still,â determined to make you cum, âLet me do this â hnnnn â let me fuck you how I like.â
His words have you shuddering, the most feral youâve ever see him, not usually so demanding, usually allowing you to do as you please in bed. His eyes are dark though, needing something from you that you canât give but he can certainly take.
The glazed over and fucked out look in his eyes has you breathless and his insistent thrusts have you cumming in a similar breathless manner, only able to smack at his chest lightly to try and warn him, words not forming.
Choso whines at how you cream on him, at just how much messier it all gets, how much slicker. Not slowing his thrusts though, fucking back into you at the same pace, pushing down on your stomach though, to watch all of his cum still inside you leak back out around him. Sinful in nature, having his eyes rolling into his head, cumming just from that.
Cumming inside you deeply, balls heavy and cock twitching as he pumps rope after rope of his cum inside you, leaning down to rest his forehead on yours, pressing kisses to your tear-stained cheeks.
âMâsorry,â he mumbles, youâre not sure why until you realise, heâs not stopped, hips slowed to a small rock but not stopping. âNeed more.â
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religion's in your lips
third year to timeskip!hinata x fem!reader, a tad suggestive
Itâs Shoyoâs fault.
You donât join Shoyoâs outings often; most of them are volleyball-related anyway, and you didnât want to get in the way. But right now, itâs just the third years, and Shoyo had begged so sweetly with round eyes that you would be cruel to even think about denying him.
Kageyama sits on your other side, stiff and polite, jostled here and there by Shoyo pressing up against you. Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, and Yachi sit on the other side of the table. Conversation is light and comfortable. They donât exclude you even when talking about practice matches and lineupsâYamaguchi asks you about your own club ever so often, too.
Yamaguchi claps his hand, forcing everyoneâs attention on him. Except Shoyo, whoâs busy tracing stars on your hand. âDo you guys want to watch a movie this weekend? I heard theyâre releasing a sequel of the one we watched back in first year.â
Yachi emits a wordless sound of excitement, easily agreeing. Kageyama and Tsukishima begrudgingly agree at the same time, then sneer at each other. Then they all turn to you and Shoyo.
Shoyo grins. âSorry, I got plans already.â
âYou get a girlfriend, and suddenly you forget about us,â Yamaguchi mourns. Shoyo laughs while you get flustered and assure them that youâre not keeping your boyfriend hostage. Kageyama says that they know Hinata is the one doing it.
âYouâre going to watch our match next week, though, right?â Shoyo asks you in a low whisper, as the other three dutifully settle in their own world.
âYou donât even need to ask, Shoyo,â you tell him. âOf course.â
Shoyoâs eyes brighten impossibly, face split into a grin. He looks like he wants to push you down onto the floor to kiss you in front of his friends, but he doesnât. You knew he wouldnât.
Itâs Shoyoâs fault.
Really. Seriously this time. Specifically, Hinata Shoyo from third year. Heâs changed from first year, gained more confidence, but heâs still shy and soft-spoken with you, which you expected from someone as sweet as him. It set your expectations for him and what your relationship would look like in the years and years that youâll spend with him: bearing that first love kind of shyness.
It takes about two years to prove you wrong.
When Shoyo came back from Brazil, the first thing he did was kiss you breathless in front of everyone in the airport.
His strong arms around your waist, pulling you upâwhich you had to think âthank Godâ for because your knees have definitely buckled. You donât think too much about it, because heâs been gone for two yearsâtwo!!âand youâve missed each other too much.
But when Hinataâs mouth descends to your jaw, you have to push him by the chest and exclaim (albeit weakly), âShoyoâthere are still people behind us!â
Shoyo blinks and pulls off, his eyes fogged over with heat that makes you have to look away, having to remind yourself that youâre in public and you do not want to beg for him to continue. Thankfully, his friends yelling his name seems to have snapped him out of it.
But his palm never left your side, splayed over your hip like a mark.
It gets worse at his homecoming party thrown by his teammates back at Karasuno. Youâre familiar with them, and theyâre familiar with you, so of course, it wasnât a problem when Shoyo was pulled away to greet everyone. You made friendly conversation with Sugawara-san, caught up with Nishinoya, and joked around all night with Yamaguchi and Tsukishima.
âYou called each other every night?â Yamaguchiâs brows have shot up all the way to his hairline.
You smile. âI meanâisnât it normal for people in a relationship?â
Tsukishima shrugs. âHinata loves you as much as he loves volleyball, Iâm not surprised.â
Yamaguchi considers it. âHmm, I guess.â
âHinataâs waiting for you,â Kageyama mutters from behind you, appearing out of nowhere. His brows are stitched together, and his mouth is pulled in his ever-permanent Kageyama pout. âHis staring is pissing me off. Can you go get him?â
âHeâs not a dog, Tobio,â you chide lightly but grin all the same when you turn to your side and see Hinata Shoyoâs eyes drilling holes into your head.
Heâs not mouthing anything. Shoyo stays seated on the loveseat, looking entirely isolated from the crowd around him. His eyes say it all: come here.
Helpless to his whims, you obey.
âShoyo,â you murmur as soon as you reach him.
He pulls you to his lap. âBaby.â
You freeze. Heâs never called you that beforeâhis expression isnât shy at all, too, just expectant. Heat crawls down your body as he tugs your back to his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder. Shoyoâs own warmth is a burning sensation. You feel lightheaded.
âAhâwell, um.â You pinch your arm. âAre you feeling okay? Did you drink?â
âThereâs no alcohol here.â
âIâm pretty sure I saw Sugawara-san holding a bottle.â
âAh, well. Sugawara-san.â
You understand. What you donât understand is what happened in those two years to have Shoyoâs hand crawling on your thigh, a scorching mark on only that part of your skin. To have Shoyoâs breath on the nape of your neck without him flushing and flinching away. To have Shoyo have this air of confidence around him thatâs usually in volleyball suddenly translate to you.
âDid you miss me this much?â
âYou have no idea, donât you?â The implications are clear: I could show you how much, if you want.
Still, this development is very sudden. You squirm on his lap, but Shoyo doesnât relent. He keeps you there, a puddle in his hands. Nobody is watchingâor maybe theyâre just being respectful, but you feel flustered facing this side of Shoyo in public.
âShoyo,â you warn. âNot here.â
Itâs Heitorâs fault.
Ever since Hinata had met Heitor and Nice and witnessed how unapologetically intimate they were with each other, Hinata became envious. He wanted that, too. He wanted that with you.
âWell, why wouldnât you?â Heitor asked when Hinata lamented to him.
Hinata made a pitiful noise, like a deflating balloon. âI donât know. I think she just thinks Iâm too cute to take that seriously.â
Heitor laughs. âShoyo. Trust me. Youâll drive your girl crazy if youâre confident with it.â
Itâs Heitorâs fault, and Hinata is eternally grateful for it, seeing your wide-eyed face beneath him like this. He loves it when he surprises people, but yours might be a different kind of thrill that heâs already addicted to.
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Hi Mae!
I love your writing so much and think about it maybe too often haha. Today I fell and sliced the back of my hand open so I had to go wait 4 hours at the ER to get it sutured back together and I thought it might be a sort of funny scenario to write about with the marauders where R just walks up to them covered in blood like âheyy who wants to drive me to the ERâ and is pretty chill in demeanour until the reality of having a hole in her hand sets in once they clean her up. I went into shock then, lost my hearing for a few minutes which was scary, but luckily I had a someone nearby who could help. Of course no worries if you donât feel like it, I appreciate you and I hope you have a lovely day!âĄ
Thanks for requesting! I hope your hand is feeling better lovely <3
cw: blood, mention of razors (unrelated to blood)
poly!marauders x fem!reader ⥠788 words
âHey, Sirius?âÂ
Sirius screws the brush of his nail polish back into the bottle. âYeah?âÂ
âAre you busy?âÂ
âNot anymore.â He gets up from the bed, wandering towards your voice in the bathroom. âWhatâs up, gorgeous? You need something?âÂ
Sirius stalls when he finds you. Youâre standing there with a dissatisfied frown on your face, your hand a basin of blood held in front of you thatâs overflowing into the sink.Â
âMaybe a ride to A&E?â you ask. âIf youâre free.âÂ
âWhat the hell happened?â Sirius goes to you. He tries to take your hand, but you move it away.Â
âWait, your nailsââÂ
âIâm not really worried about my nails right now, babe.â He holds you by the wrist, turning the faucet on to a gentle flow before bringing your hand underneath it. The blood washes away quickly, and Sirius blocks your view of the cut, leaning down to see it. âHowâd you manage this?âÂ
âI was just opening my new razorsââÂ
âRazors?âÂ
âIt wasnât even the razors that did it,â you say, a laugh somewhere in your voice. Your raised voices have drawn attention from the rest of the house. Remus and then James appear in the doorway. âIt was the plastic it comes in. Surprisingly sharp.âÂ
âWhatâs going on?â asks James.Â
âShe would like to know,â Sirius informs him, âif itâs convenient for any of us to drive her to A&E.âÂ
You roll your eyes. âAlright, you donât have to say it like that. I just mean that itâs not so dire, Iâm hardly bleeding out.âÂ
âYou might be!âÂ
âWhatâd you do, love?â Remus moves forward to see, he and Sirius now clustered on either side of you, each closer to your own hand than you are.Â
âShe managed to injure herself with plastic packaging.â
âOkay. Again, the tone is a bit much,â you say.Â
âAw, sweetheart.â Jamesâ arms wrap around your waist. He smudges a kiss onto your cheek. âAre you okay?âÂ
âYeah,â you tell him, audibly softening at the affection, âit doesnât even hurt that bad, itâs only stingingâŚâ You go quiet.Â
Sirius glances back at you, and youâre staring between him and Remus, your hand in your view for the first time. You look suddenly paler.Â
âHey, baby.â Siriusâ voice draws the attention of the other two to whatâs happened. He steps in front of your hand again, squeezing up the length of your arm. âYouâre okay.âÂ
âItâsâŚâ You stare at where you had been for a moment longer, then snap your vision to the side. Youâre breathing a tad faster. âGod, sorry. I feel sort of sick.âÂ
âTake some breaths, dove, youâre alright.â Remus holds your hand close to his chest, shielding it from your view as he reaches into a nearby drawer for bandages. âWeâre just going to stop the bleeding and then take you to A&E, you donât have to do anything.âÂ
âAll of you?âÂ
âWhy?â James gives your middle a light squeeze. âAre there some of us youâd rather not have there?â
âI knew she had favorites.â Sirius grins. âCruel. Weâre only trying to be there for you, gorgeous.âÂ
You smile a little bit for their sake. Youâre not sure either of them believe it, but James gives you a thankful kiss nonetheless.Â
âKeep breathing,â he reminds you, big hand rubbing up and down your abdomen. âYouâre really doing so well. I was surprised by how calm you seemed a minute ago.âÂ
âYou should have heard her before you got here.â Sirius squints his eyes at you playfully. âShe wouldnât let me touch her hand because she was worried itâd mess up my nail polish.âÂ
âSweetheart,â James laughs, giving you another fond squeeze. âReally?âÂ
âPriorities, babe,â Sirius chides you.Â
âAlright,â says Remus. You feel a kiss on your knuckles, and then heâs turning around, your bandaged hand still held protectively between both of his. âIs anyone going to warm the car, or do I have to do everything?âÂ
You nod, chastened, and start towards the door, but youâre dragged back by three pairs of hands.Â
âI mean anyone not injured, dove.â Remusâ voice is heavy with loving exasperation.Â
âSee what weâve been dealing with? Itâs a two man job.â Sirius squeezes your shoulder on his way past, presumably going to warm the car. James says something about getting your shoes and follows behind.
You give Remus a woeful look. He tsks, folding you into a hug. âDid you really prioritize Siriusâ nail polish over your bleeding hand?â he asks in a murmur.Â
You mush your cheek to his chest. âOnly for a minute.âÂ
Remus is quiet, but his amused breath fans over the top of your head as he brings his lips down for a kiss.
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Cruel Summer
Fandom:Â Bridgerton
Summary:Â Following your romp with Benedict Bridgerton in his art studio, he asked your brother for your hand! Now you're on your honeymoon, and you're getting a little bored, posing for him. A lady must find ways to amuse herself!
Length:Â 2.1k
Pairing:Â Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader
Content Warnings:Â Oral sex (male receiving), Penetrative vaginal sex, unprotected sex, light bondage, food play.
a/n: This is an anonymous request for a continuation of 'Guilty as Sin'.
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Benedict Bridgerton escorting you to view his artwork, at his private studio, was just the beginning of your story. After sneaking around behind your familyâs backs for a small while, Benedict gathered enough courage to ask your eldest brotherâs permission for your hand. This seemed strange to the y/l/n family, not one of them had ever seen the two of you together, which showed how much attention was paid to the middle child. Benedict made sure to ask you in the Bridgerton drawing room, just before family tea, for everyone to see. He made such a big to-do, confessing his love to you, before every member of the Bridgerton family in attendance. It felt particularly safe there, amongst people who took interest in who you were as a person.
It was bittersweet to have siblings who offered their time, their attentions, and their hobbies freely. You learned so many new things from each of them, from pall-mall, to sewing, even horse riding. In six months, you were married and moved into the Bridgerton house for the meantime, until after your honeymoon. You would never outright tell Benedict you did not want to move out, but he felt it, he knew.
âMy loveâ Benedict whispered, shaking your shoulders gently. Honeymooning in Paris was something the two of you had instantly agreed upon. So far, two weeks of sleeping late, making love, and eating copious amounts of divine food was your only concern. Of course, there were a lot of other lovely things Benedict had planned for your honeymoon â river boat rides and romantic dinners, every moment between locations filled with fine bread, wine, and cheese.
âYes, my love?â You grumbled, rolling away from him, clearly having not had enough sleep.
âYou must wake up, it is midafternoon!â Benedict exclaimed with a chesty laugh, rolling you back into him and tickling your sides. You howled with laughter, pushing him away playfully, leaning up to distract him as only you knew how. His lips were warm and wet against your own, seductive, and luscious.
âYou must come downstairs! The housekeeper has left us a feast and I wish to paint my gorgeous wifeâ Benedict slid his hands around your naked body, lifting you out of bed as you groaned.
âAgain?!â âMy darling, Iâll be painting you until death takes meâ Benedict chuffed, sliding sideways between doorways and down the stairs to the sitting room.
âWhat if death takes me first?â You smirked back, figuring you had him cornered here.
âI have made God promise I am to go first. And even so, Iâll have every detail committed to memory and these paintings and sketches of you now to keep me companyâ Benedict squeezed you in his arms, he didnât like to joke about parting ways, in any sense. It was his truest nightmare, his deepest fear.
Benedict set you down in the sitting room and gestured to what he and the house keeping staff had readied. Paint, canvas, a staging area - littered around the room were bowls of fresh fruit, bottles of wine, candles surrounded by plates of cheese, oil, and bread. You relaxed back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you, cupping your breasts sweetly. You giggle a little, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. He nodded to your position for the rest of the day, a chair with the back faced to a very high window, casting a streak of sunlight down upon the spot.
There you sat, for hardly an hour before your mind began to wander, circling Benedict in your mind like a shark in open water. You had learned to become comfortable being nude for long periods of time these days, however Benedict had learned nothing of your persuasion or power when your attentions were dashed. Your movements started slowly, daintily taking your hands to your knees, and spreading your legs wide upon the chair. Resting a little, relaxing your back and cupping your own breasts. Your fingers gently grazing your nipples. But nothing, no attention from your husband. He sat close to his canvas, squinting into the detail of his work, his realm of perception clearly inhibited. With a huff and a light moan, you continued to palm at your own breasts, fingers trapping your nipples in a pulling motion- you decided to pretend Benedict wasnât here. Suddenly, taking notice, you watched as his brush left the canvas, his mouth hung open a little and he removed his glasses, almost tossing them to the floor.
âWhat are you doing, darling?â He mumbled, swallowing hard. Your hands ran down your mid-section, over your belly and down your thighs sensually, soft mewls slipped from between your lips. Benedict loved the sounds you made.
âIâm just amusing myself, continue on with your painting my dearâ Your replying comment was nonchalant in the best way. Benedict almost looked offended that you would suggest he could go back to painting.
âHow do you suppose I paint, while my wife ravages her own body before me?â He blinked at the audacity of you.
âWell, dear one, this is what you have chosen for this afternoonâs activities⌠Now, you must endureâ You smiled, sliding your hand between your legs, dipping your finger in the wet warmth there. Benedict shuddered, wishing any part of him were exchanged with your finger.
If there was anything you had learned about Benedict in the last six or seven months, it was that his desire for you was consistent and all encompassing. Benedict watched on as your fingers circled your clitoris, you moaned and exhaled gently - his paint brush never did return to the canvas. Beads of sweat formed on his brow line, the hot, French summer finally taking its toll in the late afternoon. You reached to the small stool next to you, extracting the tiniest jar of honey. You looked into Benedictâs eyes, holding the jar above your body, dangling your head back and pouring a steady stream of honey over your chest. The sun glistened, reflecting little pools of light off your sticky, sweet skin.
Taking your finger, you swept up your belly from your navel, placing your finger on your tongue in clear view of him, and that was his very last straw. Benedict threw his paintbrush to the ground, thrusting himself up and out of his chair, to march across the room to you.
âWhat do you think you are doing, wife?â Benedictâs voice rasped, his eyes were so dark, the colour had all but gone.
âPlaying, my loveâ You replied cheekily, sucking another nip of honey off your finger. He all but growled watching your finger slip between your lips, his breath quickening in sheer lust for you.
âAre you punishing me for getting you out of bed?â Benedictâs face was so close now, his nose tip to tip with yours. There was such tension in his jaw, his teeth clenched hard in his fierce need of you. You fluttered your lashes back at him, refusing to answer with your words.
âDo you have even a semblance of an understanding of what you are doing to me? This is unbelievably cruel,â He breathed heavily down on you, desperation flooding his body and adrenaline surging behind, âYou canât begin to imagine the things I want to do to you right nowâ His stubble gliding across your ear and cheek, making you shudder.
âShow me then,â You challenged, âYou are my husband after allâ.
Benedictâs hands slowly moved to his shirt, shedding it, and throwing it somewhere behind him. He acted with a sureness and a strength you hadnât yet experienced, but it was drawing you in. Undoing his pants, Benedict took his hard member into his hands, stroking himself against your chest, lathering it in honey. His other hand wove into your hair, tangling the perfect hold, bringing you forward.
âOh. Goodness. Seems Iâve made quite a mess of myself⌠Wife, help me clean it upâ He smiled smugly down at you.
 Something feral, untamed, was unleashed inside you, your eyes darkening, âCertainly, my lordâ. As your tongue reached out to meet his tip, his head lulled back in pleasure, his hand still wrapped around the base of him. Your lips parted slowly, encasing his first inch, and swirling your tongue around to suck the honey from him. Benedict exhaled headily, his breaths deep, but quick with the slightest grunt mixed in. The way he sounded, even now, made you wetter and wetter.
There was something maliciously keen in Benedictâs eyes as he watched from on high, your pretty mouth sucking all the honey off him and then some. His body gently rocked forward, his hand heaving your head forward, onto him in a more perverse manner. His head hung back in greedy caution, grasping to the very last straws of his gentlemanly nature as you sunk to the base of him, your tongue wriggling slyly underneath.
His fingers grew taut in your hair, reefing you backwards. His laugh was low, both impressed and challenged by your ministrations. In the next moment, Benedict had hauled you up and over his shoulder, he was charging up the stairs, mad with temerity.
Entering the bedroom, he threw you down on the bed, scrambling for any piece of material in reach, he began ripping. Four pieces of silk fabrics in his hands, he loomed over you in profound ownership. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, Benedict taking each wrist and ankle, tying them to each to their respective corner post of the bed.
âThereâ He stood, hands on his hips, proud of his work, âThereâll be no more of thatâ. Clearly touching yourself had had a dire effect on Benedictâs work ethic.
Kneeling between your thighs, his naked body unjustly out of reach, Benedictâs supercilious smile sick with goofy dominance. He thumbs over your folds, his finger descending, extorting whines of pleasure you never knew existed within you. Broad strokes of the most painful, unapologetically evil gratification. Benedictâs tongue flicked over his lips hungrily.
âI need youâ The words escaped you violently, the thrill of his touch, his charming smile becoming all too much for you. He ignored you and continued another moment or two, reducing you to a begging mess beneath him.
âShall I oblige you, my marvellous bride?â His grin was jubilant and all knowing, his hands came down on your wrists, pressing them into the bed. Benedictâs brutal, familiar kiss sown into your lips permanently, as he pushed inside of you with surprise.
âY/nâ He groaned, growled with unrepentant lust. Your eyes cast wide, the length of him stretching you mercilessly while he thrust in and out. His villainous face claiming your entire consciousness as he used your body to his pleasure, decadent facial expressions, and damnable sounds he was delivering straight to your right ear.
âYou feel unimaginably perfectâ Benedict groaned, your moans joining in alongside his.
Hands grasping for silk to hold onto, you longed for your own release, grinding your hips back against Benedictâs. His movements became more ferocious, keeping up with the sounds you were making. Frenetic energy began to move through your body, your ravenous thirst for him finally quenched. Every muscle in your body engaged in vivid contortion, Benedict pressing into you as deeply as he possibly could before his own body found its own powerful release.
Covered in sweat and honey, you laid tangled together for a moment before Benedict recalled your wrists and ankles were tied. He chuckled with giddiness, sitting up to admire his knots.
âYou look fantastic like this, perhaps we should do this more oftenâ He suggested sweetly. His thumb caressed the side of your face, your panting, tired body unable to give a response. Benedict littered your face and neck with loving pecks.
âWe could be one person and I still would never be close enough to you. No amount of time with you will ever satisfy me. You are the centre of my worldâ Benedict whispered gently. Every day you were reminded of the intoxicants his poetic mind dabbled into every sweet thing he said to you.
In another instant, Benedict had sprung from the bed, running downstairs. You laughed, thinking he must be returning with some of the food the housekeeper had left strewn about his romantically planned afternoon. Instead, Benedict returned with a new canvas and his implements. Your mouth fell open all on its own, blinking furiously in his direction as he set himself up off the side of the bed.
âIf you could just stay there, like that, thatâd be great!â Benedictâs grin, excruciatingly exquisite, and concocting. He held himself with such pride in his agendum, cockiness seemed to fill the room in a potent manner.
âBENEDICT!?â You squealed, tugging frantically on his bindings, your laughter filled with rich resolve.
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OMG , OMG, Are you an expert in creepypasta, I want to give you my request If you don't mind ... May i've a request for Jeff the killer,ticcy toby , Laughing Jack ( if you write for him ) and eyeless Jack please?!
With sweet fem s/o who don't know they are serial killers and only give them affection (like kisses every day) NSFW
Preatty please, love you baby
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INCLUDES: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, and Eyeless Jack.
srry pookie bear not touching the nsfw today :c might come back to this idea later with just NSFW tho >:)
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You definitely got his eye when he first saw you, immediately taking in your sweet bubbly aura. (You were definitely on his bucket list of victims after he stalked you for a bit)
But one day, he got a little too cocky and you caught him. And to his surprise you didnât seem to mind at all when you found this questionable looking stranger stalking around outside your bedroom window.
Youâre guys difference in aesthetic in personality is what made you guys hit it off. YOU GUYS ARE THE DEFINITION OF SUNSHINE X MOON.
He thinks youâre too sweet to actually be sweet tbh, but you never fail to prove him wrong.
Heâs cocky and arrogant, and the god complex on this man is UNBELIEVABLE⌠The only reason youâre alive in his head is because he was gracious enough to let you continue with your life. Not that heâd tell you that ofc!!
âDo you think Iâm beautiful?â
âOf course, youâre so handsome!!â
He likes that you agree heâs beautiful for sure. (He fishes for compliments all the time, anything to stroke his ego.)
Heâs possessive, and borderline obsessive. Youâre his. And thatâs that.
He takes you where he wants, when he wants. The woods? Yep. The shitty convenience store toilets? Double yep yep. Anywhere you guys could get caught in general? YUP.
Double life points because you donât even know heâs a literal serial killer, like, even though all the signs and red flags are there.
When you guys started to date, he did soften up a bit, not as cruel and mean. But only a little bit. He LIVES for the surprise kisses.
Typa guy whoâd ask âwhereâs my hug at?â
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This boy THRIVES off how sweet you are, it all works in his favour really. Your house is like his hide out spot, away from his⌠âworkâ and honestly just everything.
Youâre his safe space. His home.
He does think youâre a bitty dull though, and he often wonders how long his âIâm a hunterâ excuse will work.
Heâd try his very hardest to keep you a secret from the others, but his Touretteâs to make him tic and stutter put your name and nicknames. Which definitely raises some questions on who this âY/nâ and âSchatzâ is.
âA-a-and then he- Y/n- fuh-fuckâŚâ
Please, please, please help him through his episodes and tic attacks. Heâll cherish you forever and ever. (He already did but itâs set in stone now.)
He likes that youâre nice to him, he feels so super duper special that heâs getting love and affection, him! Of all ppl!! (poor boy just needs some loving yall)
Heâs ECSTATIC when you guys start to date, heâs not very experienced since heâs only dated Clockwork (my beloved) BUT HEâS A FAST LEARNER AND PICKS UP ON EVERYTHING QUICKLY!! ^^
He was so super shocked when you started giving him little kisses here and there, and it soon becomes a game of who can get the most surprise kisses in a day. (Heâs proper pouncing on you to get to ur neck)
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When you guys first met, it was around 9pm. It was dark outside, the street lamps Turing on one by one. Weâre carrying home some grocery bags, and when you bumped into a tall, dark and mysterious man with an eerie mask⌠you immediately compliment his cosplay.
âOhhh, cool cosplay!!â
âWhatâŚ?â
Okiii, so anyways you guys are dating now<3
Heâs a sneaky one for sure, out of him, Toby and Jeff, heâs the best at keeping what he does a secret. Not thatâd youâd notice either way but⌠yh.
Heâs a possessive bastard like Jeff though, he worries about how sweet you are to everyone, heâd hate if someone were to upset you or even worse, hurt you⌠(And if they do heâd take care of them for you)
He likes that you donât question his grey skin, empty eye sockets, the sharp teeth, 3 tongues, and ESPECIALLY the tar dripping from where his eyes should be. Less work for him to make up excuses.
But, that doesnât stop you from questioning his eating habitsâŚ
Always questioning him and lecturing him of he shouldnât feast on raw âanimalsâ. Yeah⌠you bet your ass heâs not telling you about the cannibal or demon thing. And itâs gonna stay like that.
Youâre too sweet and pure to him to be revealed to the horrors that is himself. How he longs to be in a universe with you were he can be normal so you guys could live the white picket fence life style.
But, he doesnât get that. But at least he gets you all to himself, demon or not.
Heâs more stunned by your surprise kisses against his mask, but he does find it adorable, how couldnât he? The way you lean up on your tippy toes with puckered lips. He canât help himself but slide his mask up and take you right then and there.
wowee was this long, can u tell I had to get this out of my system:3
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au where you were married to Cpt John MacTavish, but wake up to find yourself married to Sergeant Johnny MacTavish (original vs remake Soap)
âNo,â you state coldly. The shock was still sinking in.
âNo, Price. Thatâs not my husband.â
Priceâs gaze puzzles. âYou asked for Johnny MacTavish, this is Johnny. Our Johnny.â He gestures to your supposed husband, who is taking this all in himself, but he sits just staring at you.
Johnny, who couldnât stop admiring your face, your body, your ring on your fourth finger. He gave you that. Well, sort of.
Johnny, who was your husband. You, his wife. He had a wife in another life. Gods, what a catch you are, how did he manage to bag you? he thinks.
Wait. Gods, does that mean he gets you too?
âI asked for my John, my John MacTavish, my husband. He-â You state and finally look, really look at the man before you, this Johnny.
âHeâs too young, itâs not the same. Itâs- itâs off.â You look back down to the floor, youâre utterly confused. One moment youâre in bed at home, the next youâre on base in a room thatâs designated for âMacTavishâ. At first you thought it was a dream, so of course you went asking for your husband just to see his face again.
You didnât expect to actually see him, well- a younger version of your husband, much less an alive one. You had to pinch yourself, you really were here. This was real.
Maybe it was a second chance, maybe it was a cruel trick of fate. You couldnât tell just yet. You were hesitant, scared.
But Johnny on the other hand, he was having a hard time keeping still and his hands to himself with the likes of you in front of him.
âCapâ, can ye give us a moment?â Johnny asked his superior, who happily obliged. Price eyed you as if to warn you not to do anything stupid, but still be backed out of the room.
You could still barely look at Johnny. Heâs your husband, but so much younger, heâs still just as handsome, heâs technically yours but- it was all too weird. Would he even want you? What if he had someone else already?
âBonnie? Will ya look at me?â Johnny comes straight up to you, holding your hands in his. His fingers playing with your wedding ring, he already loves the idea of it, of you as his. That ring to call you his and his alone. Never did he think heâd have anything remotely close to this, so he considers you a blessing if anything.
You reluctantly keep your head down so Johnny brings one hand to cup your chin, forcing your gaze up to his face.
The sight of his concerned face nearly breaks your heart. It hurts to see him yet itâs everything youâve ever dreamed of since his passing. To have him before you again. Itâs all so overwhelming you canât help but tear up.
âNo need for that, bonnie.â He smiles as he cups your cheeks. It feels so good to have his skin on yours again, you close your eyes at the feeling.
âIf youâll have me, Iâll certainly have you. Even if ye are a cougar now.â He jokes and your eyes shoot open at his words. You hit him lightly out of annoyance, but he just smiles. You canât help but begrudgingly smile back, rolling your eyes.
Same sense of humour. Maybe he is your husband after all.
âI missed you so much, Johnny.â You admit, bringing your fingers to graze across his face. To actually feel him again, it really feels like youâre getting your second chance at love.
ââTs nice to finally meet my missus.â He says softly as he brings his forehead to rest against yours, but itâs you who brings your lips to meet his, losing yourself in his touch after all these years aloneâŚ
Then it hits you that this younger version of your husband might have even more stamina and strength- so naturally you waste no time getting him back into his quarters and testing that theory.
At first you feel a little nervous that Johnny might not like what he sees. After all, you are a couple years older than he is now, but heâs utterly entranced as you stand bare before him. His hands all over your body, exploring every crevice, kissing you up and down. He canât get enough.
âMy wifeâs so beautifulâ, âmy wifeâs all mineâ, âgonna make ya feel so good, show ya what a good husband Iâll make for ya.â
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ACOTAR MEN X READER, SITTING ON THEIR LAP
⊠summary: different scenarios where you find yourself sitting on them
⊠warnings: nsfw, 18+, mentions of sex, mentions of self-doubt, kissing, begging, gossiping, fluff, smut, crack, fun times and soft Erisđđ
⊠amaraâs note: the original cassian hc was so long that i had to stop myself bc i was thirsting and it turned into a regular oneshot lmaooođ anyways enjoy babes!!!!đđđ
reblogs are really appreciated! :D
RHYSAND
No matter how angry you and Rhys get or how petty the fight is, you two always end up holding hands, even while yelling at each other.
Sitting in his lap while you two argue about random, non important stuff is a standard
You guys just donât do the whole âno touchingâ thing
Today, the argument was over who cooks better, both of you bickering pettily.
âListen, I love you a lot, but the kitchen isnât your best friend. It's crazy how you can burn an empty pot.â
âMaybe youâre crazy,â you retort, arms crossed over your chest as you step closer to him, leaning against his desk in his office.
He keeps arguing with you, going back and forth, while pushing his chair back from the desk to make room for you.
âWhatever, Rhys. I donât even need to cook when I can summon anything. Itâs stupid, and youâre being unfair,â you mutter as you put your hands on his shoulders and plop down in his lap, subconsciously warming at the way he holds your waist and places one hand on your back to keep you steady.
He suppresses a smile, scratching the back of his head as he looks up at your pouting self. âYouâre absolutely right, sweetheart. I donât know what I was thinking. Of course, youâre an amazing chef,â he concedes, his tone laced with affection.
âAwww, come with me while I make you something,â you say, flashing him an oblivious smile.
âOh! Um, you sure we shouldn't order something or..?â he asks nervously, his voice getting higher as he kisses you.
You slip out of his lap and hurry downstairs to plan his meal, assuring him not to worry about ordering anything and to just come down for his favorite meal.
âDear Gods,â he whispers as he gets up, a mix of worry and fear in his voice.
ERIS
Eris had been stressed out for a few weeks now. Nothing you said seemed to make a difference.
He was dealing with his fatherâs death, ruling a new court as the heir, and inheriting the High Lord powers. Your heart ached for him. You wanted to be there for him, giving him hugs and words of encouragement, but you were not on that level yet
Today had been the most stressful day yet, resulting in him shutting down and locking himself up in his bedroom.
âEris, are you okay? Can I please come in?â you knock gently on the wooden door, voice hushed and gentle.
After a few moments of silence, you hear him shuffling behind the door until he opens it very slightly.
He is shirtless, only in a pair of pants. You manage to catch a glimpse of his tired, amber eyes before he turns around to lie in his bed.
The room looks clinically clean, the only disturbance being Erisâs rugged appearance.
Without saying a word, you walk over to him and give him a hug. Itâs a long, warm hug that tells him everything he doesnât allow himself to hear: youâre there for him.
It takes a few moments for him to hug you back, but when he does, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, bringing you into his lap.
Only after an hour of silence does he speak
âI feel like iâm stuck. These powers are killing me, the board is fucking annoying, the folk believe iâm wicked and cruel and i have no idea what to do about anything.â
He looks up at you with desperate eyes, âDo you believe Iâm truly wicked?â
You shake your head in honesty. âNo, honey. I have not met anyone as smart, kindhearted and brave as you. Others do not know you like I do but they should,â you whisper, hands going through his tussled hair. âYouâve been hiding behind your mask for too long, Eris. Let people see the real you.â
The room goes quiet, the only sound being the beating of your hearts.
Slowly his lips meet yours in a new and experimental kiss. He stares up at you with his pupils blown but before you can apologize and get off his lap, he kisses you again and locks his arm around you
âThank you,â he whispers between heating kisses, âThank you, beautiful.â
CASSIAN
âHi there sugar, what can I do for you?â Cassian asks sweetly as he flicks your nose with his finger, happy that you ran into his office and immediately plopped down on his lap
âCan you fuck me?â you ask, frustrated with the lack of dick lately.
His eyes widen slightly at your words, then he slowly cracks a handsome smile. âGods. How inappropriate of you,â he teases, the amusement clear in his voice.
His teasing almost makes you sob. This was totally NOT the time. You almost roll your eyes before realizing he will so not give in if you give him that
âCassian, iâm begging you. I want, no- need to be fucked. Please, iâm losing hearing in my left ear,â you beg as you get closer and sit in his lap, rubbing your hands all over his chest
He looked incredibly good, almost unfairly so. Cassianâs jaw and chin had grown scruffy in a ruggedly masculine way that made him look older and even more attractive.
A week without seeing him had only heightened your weakness for his body, making you throb.
âLosing hearing? You must be really dying for me, huh? Alright then. Iâll let you ride,â he smirks at you while unbuckling his belt.
He finally fucking letâs you fuck, hitting spots that makes you go fuzzy brained.
You make him promise to never be gone again before going for another ride, satisfied when he breathlessly promises.
LUCIEN
There is not a bigger shit-talking couple in Prythian than you two
One look between you two is enough.
Someoneâs being annoying? You share an annoyed glance. Someoneâs being rude? You share a baffled glance. Somethingâs juicyâs happening? You share a glance that says you will so talk about it when you get home.
ââ and he has the audacity to two-time her? Heâs lucky to find even one person willing to date him,â you gossip, lounging in Lucienâs lap, your voice dripping with disbelief.
âYouâre not going to believe this, but this isnât his first time. He did that to Tamlinâs cousin too,â Lucien adds, his tone filled with incredulity.
âNo way,â you gasp in disbelief, shaking your head as the gossip sinks in.
âYeah, apparently this guy fucks around in all courts and cheats on anyone willing to stomach. What a fucking loser, honestly,â Lucien nods in agreement, disdain evident in his voice. âThe sick bastard gets off on it.â
âThat reminds me, guess what I heard about Rhys in Ritaâs yeaterday,â Lucien prompts, leaning in with a sly grin, clearly ready to share some gossip.
âSome males and females were talking about Rhys, saying he's replaced Feyre with a clone,â Lucien whispers, his tone laced with disdain. âAnd get thisâ they think her transformation from human to fae is fake and that there is no way she could possibly be the mother of Nyx.â
âA clone? Theyâll say anything these days,â you exclaim, raising an eyebrow incredulously.
âThat's exactly what I'm saying! They're probably just making shit up out of thin air,â Lucien replies, nodding in agreement.
âI wouldn't put it past them,â you say, shaking your head as you reach for a biscuit, happy to be sitting and gossiping with your love.
AZRIEL
Azriel loves when you sit on his lap.
It makes him feel safe and relaxed knowing you're close to him.
It's something he does every day when he comes home - having you in his lap. Sometimes you both sit quietly, other times you talk or fuck or cuddle, depending on how youâre feeling.
Azriel especially likes the fuck part.
He loves the part where you sit on his lap while he works. If youâre good, heâll bend you over his desk and fuck you. If not, he still fucks you but he does it with no mercy
He makes you sit on his dick and tells you not to move and inch or you will be edged for hours, not being allowed to cum once
Fucking torture is what it is honestly
âStop moving around so much, i canât focus.â
âDo you blame me? Youâve buried your dick in me, of course iâm moving. Maybe do something about that.â
He raises his eyebrows at your snarky comment. If itâs something he didnât need today it was sass.
His day was quite shitty and all he needed was his sweet mate who would kiss away his problems and take his dick perfectly
Azriel smiled slightly as he put his pen down. He would take out his frustrations on you today.
âYou want to be fucked? Letâs fuck,â he says in a low tone
In the end, all his papers are scattered, all pens on the floor.
He is relaxed and all smiley while youâre on deathâs doorđ
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wouldn't dream of it lando norris x reader rating â 18+ (sex, coarse language, angst) requested by anon for monzamusings â¨
âWhat are you doing here, Lando?â
âI just needed to see you.â
Things had been good with Lando. Youâd started dating a couple of months ago after being set up by a mutual friend who swore up and down that you were made for each other. And she was right for a time, over winter break when life was easy, no real responsibility or commitment needed to keep whatever it was between the two of you simmering away.
Fuelled by passion and lust with a dash of attachment. He was at your place every night nearly, besides Christmas day when you both agreed taking time away from family for a hook up was absurd. He was back in your bed the day after Boxing day, and working you over until New Years Eve, just the two of you tangled up in the sheets, closed off from the rest.
But then you flew to Monaco to see his world. Big mistake.Â
It felt enormous. The constant attention and the anxiety, knowing that fans were sneakily taking photos at every opportunity, which always ended up on the silly gossip pages. And they were silly to begin with, salaciously lying about who you were and what you and Lando were until it got under you skin. Stomach churning.
There seemed to be a direct line of online hate funnelled your way and at first you promised Lando you could stomach it, until you couldnât. It didnât take long until reality seeped in, cold and harsh, tarnishing something that was so beautiful. It wasn't labelled but it could be in time, if his life was different â if he was a different person.Â
Lando could feel you slipping away so he tried to bring you into his weird and wonderful world, to show you that it wasnât so scary. But the more he introduced you to his "racing friends" and explained what a "paddock walk" was, the further you retreated and you knew a line needed to be drawn in the sand. Before it was too late.
Before it was too hard to let him go.Â
It was callous in retrospect â a handwritten note left on his kitchen counter and slipping into an uber to Nice in the dead of the night. Cruel, really but necessary, you lied to yourself. Lando wanted to be surprised, he did. But everything you had written was true, he knew deep down that his life was fucking stressful, he didn't need reminding or how harsh people could be about the women involved with him and if it were anyone else, he would've slipped the letter in the rubbish bin and moved on.
But you were worth fighting for. And so here he was, on your doorstep in Shoreditch at 11pm on a Tuesday. Itâs a wonder you answered the door but maybe there was a part of you that hoped it was him. Glassy eyed and dishevelled from the flight.
âI got your voicemails, I know where you stand but it doesnât change anything.â
âWhy didnât you call me back?â Lando asked, the crease in his brow permanently furrowed in confusion.
âBecause everything I needed to say was in the letter.âÂ
âWhat? This letter?â He scoffed, slipping his hand into his pocket and pulling out the piece of paper he had been carrying since the day you left. Battered and torn.Â
âAll this tells me is that youâre scared to let me in and fine! I get that but if theres even a tiny part of you that wants me âwants us to try and make it work, then tell me because I want thisâŚâ Lando stepped forward, making his intentions clear.
âI want you.âÂ
âItâs not that simple,â You sighed, hands instinctively reaching for him as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you both inside.Â
You wanted him more than anything.
âI know itâs not, baby,â He whispered back while you pushed the jacket he was wearing from his shoulders, âBut weâre so good together⌠God, youâre beautiful.âÂ
Lando took a second to bathe in your beauty before tangling you in a fierce kiss, one that had you clutching his shirt even harder, dragging his pliant body towards your bedroom. He knew the way â every wall you came into contact with bringing you closer and closer to the edge of your bed, needy kisses between sharp inhales of breath.Â
âI missed you so much, Lan.â
âFuck, Iâve missed you more.â Lando whimpered as he hovered above and nestled himself between your thighs, hands roaming every inch of skin presented to him.Â
The need to have him was bubbling over as you took him in your hand and guided him to where you needed, eyes squeezed shut as he fell forward, trembling arms holding up his aching body, âThatâs so fucking good, baby â ugh, so tight fâme.â
You moaned in response as Lando slowly rocked forward, grappling with the surge of pleasure rushing to your core and the relief washing from your limbs. He was your missing puzzle piece and everything else was background noise, dulled when you had him like this â whimpering and moaning sweet nothings in your ear. Silver chains tangled between you as he pressed his greedy lips to your chest, leaving small bites as a reminder of his adoration and desire.Â
âI need you, you know?â Lando purred into your ear as you held him close, fingers sprawled across his perspiring back as he fucked you deep, âThese last couple of weeks have been hell without you⌠hated waking up alone and not having you beside me⌠not being able to hear your voice⌠I'm down so fucking bad.âÂ
His soft voice was breaking as the first droplets fell to your neck, âI know what itâs like now to lose you and I wonât ever take you for granted, I swear on my lifeâŚâÂ
Lando's sobs were quick to wrack his chest as you pulled him down, taking his full body weight in your embrace. He couldn't help but succumb to the emotions that had bottled up and finally spilled, every single worry dissipating as you held him close and soothed his tears with a soft hum.Â
âHey, itâs okay, baby â Iâm hereâŚâ You cooed, brushing your fingers through his tousled curls and trying your hardest to keep it together. But you could feel the welling in your eyes, heartbroken for the man in your arms and the pain you had caused, no matter how much you believed you had done the right thing at the time.
âI know youâve been dealing with so much and I never wanted to walk away â I just⌠I didnât know what to do because I could feel myself falling for you but what I was too stupid to realise was that I was already in love with you â I think I have been since the moment we metâŚâÂ
Lando craned his neck, just enough to catch a glimpse of your beautiful eyes boring into his own â sincerity in every fleck. A small smile stretched across his face as he rested his forehead on yours, âIâm in love with you too. Have been since day one.âÂ
The smiles on your faces couldnât have been any wider as Lando pressed a slow, sweet kiss to your pouting lips. You couldnât help but giggle as he nuzzled into your neck, pressing kiss after kiss on your sensitive skin.
âYou loooove me,â He sang, tickling your ribs with his eager hands before flipping onto his back and pulling you on top. Â
âOh, so Iâm finishing us off, am I?â
âYeah, Iâm tired from the crying,â He shrugged and clutched your hips, playfully rutting them against his own. The moan that fell from your throat betrayed your mind, body and soul and Lando simply smirked, forever pleased with the effect he had on you.Â
âIf you werenât so sexy I would leave you like this,â You teased back, rolling back and forth, edging both of you like a woman on a mission.Â
âPlease donât ever leave me again,â Lando moaned, gripping tighter with every tantalising movement.
You shook your head and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his flushed cheek, âWouldnât dream of it, sweetheart.â
a/n â did i keep it under 1k words? of course not lol but hope you enjoyed x more f1 writing awaits ...
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MY HAIRđ
old man!logan howlett x housewife reader
cw: fluff, minor nsfw content, soft logan
wc: 800+
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you aren't an insecure person by any means, but that doesn't mean you don't have insecurities. whenever you even attempted to explain them to logan he always hushed you up with a kiss and whispered how he loves you no matter what. he never understood why someone so angelic would fixate on the smallest of imperfections?
the main insecurity that logan could never wrap his head around was, your hair.
growing up, your hair was always long, thick and curly. people either loved it or hated it but you always hated it. kids at school were so incredibly cruel that every summer you would cut it short. getting rid of all the heat damage caused by the constant abuse of your straightener.
logan and you met during the winter months when you usually let the curls be free, not caring much to do anything with it until the heat came again.
during the beginning of your relationship, he didn't seem to be bothered by the barrier you created around your hair. he questioned all the straightening products and asked why you always had to cut it come summertime.
over time it became logan's main obsession. he knew you were possessive of it, always smacking away his hand anytime he tried to wrap a pretty curl around his finger. he could always smell your shampoo lingering which only added to the obsession. the absolute worst was when you rode him because all he wanted to do was tug at the ends until your mouth hung open.
at every chance he could, he would offer to wash your hair or style it for you. it was painful for him to see how soft and full of volume it looked; bouncing as you walked.
for god's sake, logan learned how to do a fuckin' french braid, that's how badly he wanted to know that part of you.
yet, your walls never crumbled.
one night while the two of you were watching an old western in bed, logan decided that he had had enough of it.
"sweetheart?" logan asked, looking down at you as your head rested on his chest.
"hm?" you peer up at him through your lashes.
"can i ask you something?"
"anything."
logan took a deep breath and then asked, "why won't you let me touch your hair?"
the question sounded silly, and he knew it but at this point, logan was desperate. even now, seeing your hair caged up with a claw clip was torture for him.
"i-i didn't think it was a big deal." you stutter, caught off guard by his forwardness about the topic.
"it's not." he looks longingly into your eyes. want you to appreciate it the way i do."
there's a look in your eyes that is debating whether or not to give logan what he wanted seemly badly. you trusted logan, he would never make fun of you. maybe it was silly to keep that part of yourself hidden from him. the two of you are married after all.
logan watches as you sit on your knees in your silky navy pajamas. he can hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you exhale then reach up, touching the clip in your hair. it felt borderline erotic to logan as he watched your hair fall effortlessly over your shoulders.
"i'm going to give you instructions, alright?" you warn him.
logan wanted to roll his eyes as you inform him to not tangle your hair. he knew how to be gentle, but he wasn't going to blow this opportunity.
"want you to touch softly just like how you do my mind." your voice was barely a whisper as you watched his hand lift up to your shoulder.
he nods, stroking the soft follicles from your earlobe to your waist. it was smoother than silk. every curl fit perfectly around his finger.
"it's beautiful, sweetheart." he complements, watching as a blush rises to your cheeks. "can't believe you've been hiding it from me all this time."
you climb onto his lap to kiss him when something snaps deep inside of logan. the shampoo.
"fuckin' lavender..." he groaned against your lips. "could smell it a mile away."
"love you, lo." you pull back to say. "i'm sorry that it took so long to-"
your words fade in your throat as he tugs at the hair resting near your ass while grinding up against you.
"don't apologize, just want you to love yourself the same way i love you." he says in between leaving marks on your jaw, inhaling your scent.
a moan falls from your lips, leaving logan to wonder if it was his words that caused it or the fact that he was now tugging a fist full near your neck. either way, it didn't matter because he would never stop touching your hair. at least not while you sing like a hummingbird for him.
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Strong ŕżŕž Kinktober. 06, oct.
â pairing: Aemond Targaryen x niece!reader
â type: smut, dark, Kinktober (House of the Dragon Edition)
â kink: degradation + dumbification
â summary: Aemond hates his bastard niece and nephews. He makes a point of reminding you of that while he fucks you.
â word count: 1.3k
â tags/warnings: kinktober 6th day, Targcest (uncle/niece), Targaryen/Velaryon!reader, Rhaenyra and Harwin's daughter!reader, dark!Aemond, degradation, dumbification, dubcon/non-con, creampie, sexism, overstimulation, slapping, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, blood, crying, curse words, oral mentioned (male receiving), sadism, dom!Aemond, sub!reader, threesome mentioned, Aegon II Targaryen mentioned, minor Jacaerys Velaryon x reader, referenced Targaryen/Velaryon Incest (older brother/younger sister), porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.
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"I knew you were a fucking bastard... But I did not think you could also be even more stupid and pathetic than your brothers."
Aemond's voice resounded in the room, a bitter and cruel sound that made your stomach turn. You closed your eyes shut in an attempt to shut out all sensations, then realizing that limiting one sense only increased the potency of the other four.
Unfortunately for you, everything was now magnified. You felt the salty taste of Aemond's seed on your lips, as well as the metallic taste of blood when he bit your mouth so hard during the kisses, and also the flavor of wine he offered you a few hours ago.
You could smell the sweat that was permeating both of your bodies, increasing more when the minutes of pleasure dragged on.
You felt his cock hitting deeply inside your cunt, thrusts so rough that they made your ass shake as he moved in and out, your face pressed into your bed, the sheets that were always so silky now felt like thorns almost tearing your pretty face.
And, worst of all, you heard the sound of his taunts, calling you dumb, a bastard, a dirty slut and always offending not only your brain, but also your family. You heard the sound of his hips slamming hard against your ass and thighs. You heard his throaty moans and growls. Just as he heard the pathetic whimpers that came from your own lips, a little abstruse.
"U-uncle... P-please, I cannot.." Your desperate whine was like honey to Aemond's ears, a low chuckle escaping him, a cruel reminder of how stupid you looked in front of him.
"You cannot what, my niece?" He sneered, a slap hitting your ass so violently that you screamed, your body almost falling back if it were not for Aemond's large hands grabbing you by your hips, his fingers practically crushing your skin to steady you in place, not an inch away from him.
You tried to say something, anything to explain how much you needed him to keep fucking you. Degrading you. Treating you like you were nothing. You wanted and needed to feel worthless compared to him. And perhaps you really were.
However, no cohesive words emerged. Nothing but desperate and tearful screams when Aemond slapped your buttocks three times in a row again, before separating them with his hands, spitting on your other hole while his cock remained almost tearing your little cunt apart.
"A pathetic slut with such a tight cunt." Aemond bit his lip to hold back a growl when his thumb began to enter your other hole, making you try to move forward, far away from the unfamiliar pain. "Gods, fuck..." He closed his eye, slowing down the pace of his thrusts when he began to notice his lack of control leaving, his balls tightening with an aching desire to spill out soon. "No one has ever fucked that little hole of yours before?"
The question was rhetorical, your body already showing signs of your innocence in that matter. The way you were crying and drooling on the sheets, the way your brain was going into a frenzy, trying to decide whether to try to escape the double penetration or just accept the pain until it turned into pleasure...
You did not need to answer the obvious, but Aemond wanted to tease you anyway. "Tell me, dear niece... Not even your stupid older brother claimed you here? Is he too busy just fucking your pretty cunt when your whore mother is not around?"
Your sob amidst your moans made him smirk mischievously and he went back to fucking you like an animal, your mind filling with guilt as thoughts of Jacaerys arised. He would be so disgusted if he knew how desperate you were for your uncle's cock, literally crying and making a mess on the sheets. Your brother would be disappointed if he knew that you slept with Aemond, even after so much mockery about your and your brothers' legitimacy.
If Jacaerys found out that he was not the only man to touch you like that, he would hate you forever.
"Oh, you do not like that?" Aemond reached for your dark hair, pulling hard enough to lift your head off the bed, your face already messed with tears, saliva and cum, in addition to the blood stained on your lips. "You do not like the idea of your brother finding out that his little sister is nothing more than a whiny cockslut?"
You did your best to shake your head, sobbing as he made your back arch in a painful way, his other hand still busy exploring your hole, feeling his finger almost being crushed, just like his cock was squeezed by the walls of your cunt.
He pulled your hair again and you swore he wanted to pull out the dark strands that made your true fatherhood clear. As if he was disgusted with himself for fucking his bastard niece. "Use your words, you dumb bitch! Or I swear to the Gods I will call Aegon to join me and destroy your cunt right in front of your shitty brother" Aemond growled, pushing his finger deeper and feeling you tremble beneath him.
The thought of Aemond fucking you along with Aegon, and Jacaerys being forced to watch everything was horrible, nauseating and disgusting. And you hated yourself even more when it made you wetter than you already were. "N-no! A-Aemond, please... Jace cannot find out..." Your stutter amidst your whimpers made him moan, delighting by the mix of fear, pain and pleasure that sounded in your voice.
Aemond felt his balls tighten again, finally taking his finger out of your ass and moving it to your clit, rubbing the small bud with a speed that made you tremble again and scream for the whole castle to hear, your vision getting blurred. "That is it, dear niece. Cum around my cock like the dumb whore you are." Aemond encouraged bitterly, your walls squeezing him as he increased the pace of friction.
It didn't take long for you to cum underneath Aemond's body after call loud his name, almost like a prayer, creaming his cock to the point of sliding even faster. He fingered your clit a few more times, feeling your cunt tightening him and hearing your cries begging him for a rest.
Aemond let go of your long hair, your small body compared to his falling back onto the bed. He ignored your weak tearful pleas for a few minutes, pressing your back into the mattress with unnecessary brutality until he reach climax, growling and pulling out his cock so he could cum over your ass.
Your uncle breathed deeply for a moment, his defined chest dripping with sweat. You were both panting, your legs still trying to deal with the spasms, now your cunt clenching around nothing, your soft cries muffled into the pillow.
"So pathetic... Your pretty cunt is already needy and begging me again." Aemond scoffed, breathing heavily. His hands moved to your buttocks, spreading them apart and smirking proudly at himself as he saw the drops of his own seed running down, dripping from your skin to your tight hole and then to your aching cunt. "I bet you would have loved it if I had spilled it inside you..." You were too weak to deny the accusation, so you just closed your eyes and bit your lip, wanting to push away all the intense sensations and thoughts of self-loathing. "Oh, do not act tough, niece. Imagine how incredible it would be to carry a bastard? Following your dear mother's example..."
You moved your neck to the other side, a whisper of emotional and physical pain escaping. "Fuck you..."
Aemond did not even bother to be offended, the sight of the whiny dirty mess you had become for him was living proof that it was not worth scolding you for it. Quite the opposite, Aemond chuckled and lay down next to you, caressing your head in a gesture that would seem cute to anyone who did not really know Aemond and his disgust for you and your family. "Such a strong girl..." He said with a fake sickeningly sweet voice, the sapphire eye shining even brighter. "My strong little slut."
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