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âčââĄâ⥠cowboy!rafe always snuck into farmer's!daughter!reader's room to give her a goodnight kiss.. but what happens when their innocent little kiss turns into something much more?
warnings: sweet fluff, flirty banter, brief flashback, daddy kink lol, sneaking around, unprotected sex, dirty talk, rafe covering your mouth, crying, overstimulation
a/n: iâll be opening reqâs soon! lately here iâve been wanting to get out some of my own prompts since over half of my works are all reqâs.. but iâm excited to see what you girlies send me! find more of farmerâs!daughter!reader and cowboy!rafe here <3
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âopen up, doll face.â you sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as rafe lightly tapped on your window. he made you so giddy, you scrambled up from the warmth of your sheets, unlocking the hatch before helping him climb in. âi thought you werenât coming..â you whispered, pouting up at him as he snickered. âyâgotta have faith in me, sweetheart. when have i missed a goodnightâs kiss?â rafe cupped your face, both of you smiling against each otherâs lips before melting into one another.
you always felt so warm and fuzzy inside when you and rafe got to share your secret little moments together, the simplicity of just being together without having to worry about someone catching you two made both of your hearts swell. rafe knew how to sweep you off your feet with a single kiss, a string of giggles tumbling from your mouth as he not-so-quietly threw you onto your bed. ârafe!â you scolded him, your heart beating in your ears as he slotted himself between your thighs.
âmy daddy is next door! what if he hears..â you slapped his chest playfully, the man above you arching a brow. âdaddy? i thought i was your daddy.â your cheeks heated in embarrassment when you recalled the quickie you two had in the barn not too long ago. rafe had you bent over a hay bale, his thrusts making you unable to speak until he asked you the golden question.
âhmmph! fuckinâ say it. tell me what i wanna hear, whoâs your fuckinâ daddy?â
taking your bottom lip between your teeth, rafe smiled as he shook his head down at you. âyou just thought about it, didnât you?â snapping you out of your flashback daze, you laughed when he leaned down and pressed a wet kiss to the column of your throat. he smelled like soap, the slight stubble on his cheeks tickling your skin. as if your hips had a mind of their own, you grinded your clothed cunt against rafeâs thigh, a whimper leaving your lips at the lack of friction.
âhey,â rafe cupped your tits through your flimsy night top, âyou thought i wasnât coming tonight, right? thatâs what you said.â your eyebrows knitted in confusion before a gasp slipped from your mouth. âyes..â rafe trailed a hand underneath the waistband of your sleep shorts. âso why donât you have any panties on?â you froze, eyes flickering down to where rafe ran a finger between your folds. keening, you couldnât help the moan from leaving your lips.
rafe stared at you for a moment, his eyes growing dark as he clamped a hand over your mouth. âiâve been thinking about this pussy all day. âthink you can stay quiet for me?â of course you couldnât.. and rafe knew that. you stared at him with wide eyes, butterflies fluttering in your tummy when he took himself out of his pants. âi mean it. we donât want your old man chasing me down with that shotgun of his, now do we?â you shook your head, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt the head of his cock prod at your entrance.
you shrieked, his hips rolling into yours as he slowly bottomed out inside your cunt. if it wasnât for rafeâs hand muffling your scream youâre sure both of you would be in deep trouble right now. rafe rested his head on your pillow, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he started thrusting. feeling his weight on top of you like this had easily become your favorite thing, the closeness of it all made your heart sing. âfuck, i could never get used to this.. âfeels like the first time all the time.â he grunted.
you held onto his wrist, your thighs hugging his waist as he kissed the side of your face. âtaking me so fuckinâ good, you were made for me, yeah?â you whined, your eyes watering as rafe continuously hit that soft spot inside of you. your headboard started hitting the wall, a smirk gracing your boyfriendâs features. ârafe!â you whispered, tearing his hand away from your face. âs-slow down!â you attempted to push him away while simultaneously trying to keep your noises to yourself.
rafe picked up his pace, wrapping a hand around your throat. âcanât..â you shook your head, your chest rising and falling as the knocking of your headboard only got louder. rafe cursed under his breath when you cried out, working fast to get you turned over so he could push your head into the pillows. âwhat did i tell you?!â he scolded, landing a smack to your ass. you didnât have any time to react to the stinging sensation on your backside, your orgasm washing over you once rafe started stroking your clit.
you fisted the sheets underneath you, biting down on your lip as white hot pleasure blinded your vision. rafe made no attempt to soothe you, instead he wrapped your hair around his fist, pulling you up as he nipped at the sensitive skin in the curve of your neck. âsweetheart?â you gasped when your fatherâs voice sounded from the other side of your bedroom door. you cleared your throat, frozen in place as your door knob rattled. âanswer him.â rafe spoke in your ear, his tone sending a shiver down your spine.
âwhat?!â you stammered, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks as rafe continued to rub hard circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. âanswer him or iâll make you scream.â you wanted to shoot a sassy âyou already didâ, but you didnât dare chance it. your chin wobbled, your mouth falling open in a silent moan. ây-yes?!â you called out, glaring at rafe over your shoulder when the sound of his hips slamming into you bounced off of the walls. âyou alright in there?â you bit the back of your hand, your head falling weakly.
âis this a girl thing or somethinâ, should i call your aunt?â your cheeks heated, a chuckle sounding from the man behind you. âno! iâm o-okay!â rafe pulled your hair again, his lips close to your ear as he whispered the dirtiest things youâve ever heard. âwhat would your pops think, huh? catching his perfect little angel getting fucked like this..â your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your knees slipping out from under you when rafe pushed you flat on your sheets.
âalright.. goodnight!â you ignored your fatherâs voice, the only thing your brain allowing you to process was rafe cumming inside of you, his fingers digging harshly into the flesh of your hips. âshittt,â he hissed, âson of aâ fuck!â it was his turn to cover his mouth, his muscles constricting as you practically milked him for all he had. you reveled in the feeling of his hot cum filling you up, the thick ropes still connecting you two even after he pulled out.
you sighed, both you and rafe panting in the small space that was your room. âyou okay, doll?â rafe kneeled down at your side, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your lips. blinking at him, you nodded before pulling him next to you. âitâs really late..â you yawned, glancing at the little clock on your bedside table. âi know.â rafe grumbled. there was nothing he hated more than having to leave you like this. wrapping his arms around your waist, rafe waited until you fell asleep slipping out of your window again.
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Warnings: 18+ dub con, smut, Dark Bucky, breeding kinks. I want some Dark twin Bucky. Jealous twin Bucky. Manipulative, sexy, mob boss twisted Bucky. His brother James is everything good, everything wholesome, everything perfect. James had everything in life, the nicest house, a respectable job, the sweetest wife. Oh, how sweet his wife was.
Bucky couldnât care less for the perfect reputation his brother had nor did he care for the money, he had so much more. More power. More control. The only thing his brother had that he wanted for himself was you. His brother didn't value or care for you for what you were worth, always working, focused on business, leaving you in the large house all by yourself. Bucky would have never. Not if he had you.
Loving, gentle, soft as silk.
Pure, untainted, everything he wasn't.
He had to have you.
"Babydoll"
You smiled hearing your husband enter your shared bedroom as you got out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy towel around yourself before going to greet him. He sat at the edge of the bed with a knowing smirk, shamelessly eyeing you up and down like he always did, your cheeks heating up under his watchful stare. You loved how much he adored you. He strode over, humming at the scent of your body wash, his nose trailing up the column of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin, his hands wandering to the edge of your towel.
"Miss me, baby?" He pulled it off, letting it pool to the floor leaving you bare before him, picking you up and laying on on the mattress, you were so perfect, pliant, he could already smell your arousal, your nipples pebbled against the cold air begging for his warm mouth.
"moy kotenok" He purred, nipping at your earlobe, your brows knitting in confusion, he never spoke Russian to you, only his brother-
âJames?â You squeak, your heart starting to beat rapidly, blood running cold. This wasnât your husband. You tried to scramble away, cover yourself but he grabbed your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head. You then noticed the dark ink that peekd beneath his shirt, his telltale silver chain slipping out and dangling above your face. Your husband only wore his wedding ring, you tried so hard, unable to move his heavy body off you.
"Bucky-Bucky get off, what are you doing-
"Taking what should be mine, kotenok, showing you what being loved by a real man is like" He crawled off you, thighs spread wide kneeling in front of you. "He doesn't know what you deserve printsessa"
He shoved your legs apart, holding them from squirming, your twitching pearl amusing him. "S'been long, hasn't it, you say you don't want me but that swollen button says otherwise, what if I-"
He spits onto your clit making you cry out, a rough calloused thumb coming down to flick it to his hearts content. Your body jolted at the sensation, it was wrong, so wrong, God it had been so fucking long...
No.
"Bucky st-stop" You hiccupped as he moved faster, he could see your slick dampening the sheets, his idiot brother didn't know what he was missing.
"Why would I do that, hm? Look at how your body responds to me, you want this. Gonna get you so pregnant, bunnyâ Bucky smirked, giving his thick bulge a squeeze, making a show of shamelessly palming his erection. âYâwouldnt even know who the daddy isâ
He doesn't waste a second pulling his cock out, grinning at the way your cunt welcomes him home despite your futile protests. You scratch at him between moans of pleasure, your legs wrapping around his tapered waist. He pounds into you with purpose, he wants his child in your belly, he couldn't wait to see his brother dote on you not knowing any better.
He got harder thinking about your breasts leaking with milk as you got bigger, milk to feed his baby, milk to feed him. He'd find a way.
"Gonna put my child in you printsessa, give you my baby, show you where a man puts his cum, you'll take it won't you bunny, such a good housewife"
"No-No you-you can't oh God!" Your body shudders as pleasure and guilt washes over you, clinging onto him for dear life as he fucks you through your orgasm.
"That's right, cum for me, he can't make you cum like I can, don't think I haven't heard you with him, look at you, just a slutty little mess, you smell of sex kitten"
He intends on making the biggest mess in your pussy, needing it to drip onto the sheets you sleep in. You'd stay wrapped up in his essence while it leaked out of you, his sperm exactly where it needed to be, right in your belly-
"Get ready kitten, get ready to take it, fuck-squeezing me so good, tell me you want it, I know you do, m'gonna cum so hard for you princess, just for you, all this-fuck-do you feel it, s'all for you, SHIITTT" He roared, pumping you with the stutter of his hips, the headboard slamming against the wall as he emptied himself, shamelessly moaning into your neck.
The next 9 months would be interesting.
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#sonic screenshot#idw sonic#bark the polar bear#bean the dynamite#fang the hunter#i love that bark knitts#i want to see more of this sweet man knitting
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NOT SAYING âI LOVE YOUâ BACK.
ê°warningsê± not proofread pls donât yell at me *sniffles*
â êČ ` synopsis . . . [char] and you tend to say your i love yous pretty regularly, itâs become a subconscious routine for the both of you; what would happen if either one of you just suddenly didnât respond?
â êČ ` characters . . . venti, diluc, xiao, tartaglia, kazuha, ayato, alhaitham, wanderer, lyney, neuvillette, wriothesley, arlecchino
â êČ ` notes . . . àŽŠà”àŽŠàŽż(ïœĄâąÌ á^) drabbles vary in length significantly becauseâŠiâm a little unwell with astarion brainrot rn and i will not rest till i get to kiss my beautiful vampiric man â also i apologise for making some of these more angsty than intendedâŠi couldnât help myself haha
VENTI â æž©èżȘ
ê° him not saying i love you back ᥣđ©.á âč
Ê venti? of all people? not saying i love you to his beloved windblume whom heâd personally resurrect ancient gods for if they asked with that sweet, melodic voice of theirs?
Ê the only viable reason for him not replying can most likely be bottled down to him being a brat. a spoiled one at that. you give him so much affection itâs a little scary sometimes to think someone just know all of his ins and out as if they held his heart within the palm of their hand meaninglessly. so how do you expect him to be satisfied with a mere phrase when he wants you so desperately?
âiâm leaving for a commission, iâll be back in a few hours; love you, honey.â you said per routine, fixing your hair in the mirror that stood perfectly near the doorway under ventiâs request (he likes seeing how his braids look after you do them in the morning).
what you expected was a reply, but certainly not the one that followed: âalright, bye bye~â venti tilted his head back as his body slinked on the couch, his eyes scanning yours upside down with that look on his face which suggested he knew exactly what he was doing.
âgoodbye, venti, i love you.â you re-enunciate, arms crossing firmly over your chest pridefully to mirror ventiâs stubbornness that fell immediately upon sight of your pretty face glancing over at his. oh, he really couldnât resist you for too long.
âiâll say it back if you stay with me today!â he giggled, teeth on full display as he grinned widely; fully aware youâd indulge him even if for only a little while.
ê° you not saying i love you back ᥣđ©.á âč
âwindblumeâŠâ venti sadly slumped his head on your shoulder, leaving enough space for his eyes to glance at the book in your hands as you continued to read despite his sulking.
âi accidentally packed my schedule full with a flurry of performancesâŠiâm afraid i wonât be able to indulge in your cuddles all day like i wanted to,â he whined, kissing the side of your neck to compensate for the lack of affection heâs going to have to put up with.
really, if he could, heâd pretend all the strings on his lyre magically untuned themselves into havoc if it meant giving an excuse to be back in your warm hold. but as a god of the wind, and one who shared the passions of music no less, it was more or less his duty to share his w with the residents of mondstadt when asked so kindly.
âi promise iâll return to you soon as i can! no quick stop at angelâs share this time either,â venti managed a chuckle despite the inner thumping of his heart at the mere prospect of returning home to you â an experience he never thought heâd fulfil in his lifetime. âi love you dearly, my darling, iâll see you soon~â
he leaned over the back of the couch to help reach the side of your face, lips pursing into a fish-like pout as he awaited to hear those beloved words that were always followed by a rewarding kiss. yet you merely hummed in acknowledgement of his presence and his soon departure.
who do you think you are?
ventiâs brows immediately knit down together in frustration. âwindblumeâŠi said, i love you,â he leaned closer, âsweetheartâŠcome on, say it back!â he finally nuzzled his cheek against yours, trying to elicit some sort of response from you that didnât border on full on ignoring him. usually that slight uplift of your lips would be enough, but with the additional context that heâd be away from you for so long, venti couldnât cope with a mere smile!
feeling a little flicker of breeze behind you, goosebumps prickle your skin and a delicate shiver runs down your spine, the little gust of wind disappearing as quick as it came. venti hooked his fingers beneath your chin, delicately forcing your eyes to meet his. âwonât you tell your god you love him?â
those gorgeous and elaborate white wings of his flutter quietly, twitching in anticipation as he excitedly awaits for what heâs been dying to hear. you sigh, leaning towards him to press the most featherlight kiss on the side of his face. âi love you too, now go along already, youâre going to be late.â
R. DILUC â èżȘćąć
ê° him not saying i love you back ᥣđ©.á âč
Ê youâve probably, unfortunately, caught him at a relatively bad time if he had completely ignored your affections. after all, while not necessarily a really active recipient, diluc is more than happy to indulge your carefree âi love yousâ and kisses.
Ê thereâs no way heâd ever intentionally ignore or not reply to an âi love youâ, especially one thatâs so sickly sweet to his ears
âiâm going to bed, luc,â you yawn, arms stretching far out in front of you as you push yourself away from the desk that was littered with several papers stacked on top of each other in various piles that were marked by different pen colours. âyou better come join me soon, alright? i love you.â
diluc hums and nods his head, eyes sunken into his skull as his fingers continue flipping the pen within his hand in a sleepy dance as he just barely managed to focus on the words that seemed to squeeze together. none of yours even register in his mind as you sorrowfully close the office door to head to your usually shared bedroom.
it only takes a little while for his brain to catch up to his heart. so thatâs why he felt it flutterâŠ
diluc immediately packs away his things to the best of his drowsy ability, hanging up his coat that he honesty forgot he still had draped on himself before he burst into your bedroom rather dramatically. panting from having rushed himself, his arms propping himself up with both sides of the door way, diluc looks away all flushed.
ââŠi love you as well, iâm sorry for not saying it,â he sighs in comfort as you raise a brow at him, amused at just how quickly he managed to wrap thing ups purely out of guilt that he failed to reciprocate your intentions.
ê° you not saying i love you back ᥣđ©.á âč
oh. wellâŠyouâve mustâve had a reason, right?
you wouldnât just leave right in the morning for a commission, tell him goodbye when he declared his love to you without you repeating the same routine back to him? right?
and yet, you did; and now diluc finds himself in the peculiar position of being overly worried. he has strength, power and stability beyond imagination, but without your affection as fuel, what use are those things?
staring back at the ticking clock continuously, the wet rag in hand helping him clean up some ink that spilled across his hands as a frustrated groan escaped him. what kind of man have you turned him into that he canât even focus on important tasks merely because you didnât say a few simple words?
maybe thatâs where the problem lies. the words âi love youâ always seemed simple to you, something that diluc can admit had found himself jealous of on occasion, so now that heâs absent from something so easy, itâs a little difficult to not overthink the possibilities that the phrase has become harder to swallow for you.
diluc nearly slams his head on his desk at such a thought. he canât lose his mind over something so silly, itâs fine. youâre both fine.
taking another meandering glance at the clock, dilucâs chair scraped across the wood as he flung on his coat, brushing it clean as he sauntered downstairs with the most grumpy expression dawn winery has seen in a while.
âhoney, why do you look so upset?â your sweet voice lured him back into sanity as dilucâs steps immediately calmed down, his eyes widening momentarily as you seemed to return much earlier than expected from your travels. shaking his head, diluc sighs, âitâs nothing, my love â letâs go out for dinner, is that all right?â
XIAO â é
not really a surprise, honestly.
xiao isnât necessarily known for being a fun-loving, happy-go-lucky, super affectionate bunny and as much as he wishes he could just vocalise the song that plays in his heart whenever you meet his eyes, heâs unable to reciprocate your affections in a way thatâs satisfactory.
youâve grown to accept such a fact. xiao, on the other hand, hasnât. itâs like a little itch for him that he canât scratch but desperately wants to. doesnât mean he wonât show his love in other more discreet ways.
there are the subtle things; like the way he ensures your favorite dish is always ready when you come over, how he lingers a bit longer during a goodbye hug almost as if heâs scared to let you go, or the times heâll simply sit in comfortable silence with you (though, that is common), his presence a quiet yet powerful testament to his feelings.
sometimes, he leaves small tokens for you to find: a flower carefully placed on your doorstep, a hand-written note slipped into your bag that you can tell was written in a hurry due to how sloppy the handwriting looks, a charm he crafted himself hidden among your belongings that he specifically sought the guidance of zhongli from. it's in these gestures that his love for you shines through, even if the words remain unspoken.
ê° you not saying i love you back ᥣđ©.á âč
there are times when xiao escapes his shell, and itâs in those quiet moments where youâre both completely alone without even the whistling of the wind to eavesdrop on you atop the comfortable slope of a mountain, that xiao verbally tells you how much he adores you. sometimes a little more poetically than intended, but he hopes his words pass through to you in the form of a flutter.
ââŠa vow as enduring as the sea and mountains,â xiao mumbled nervously, his hand awkwardly hovering over yours in hesitance before he sucked in a breath and decided to just give in and delicately interlock your fingers. watching as you tilted your head in confusion, xiao looked away and muttered again: âi meant that i love you.â
the silence and the little nod that followed, which was all meant as a little ploy to tease him for being so cute and flustered over a term you didnât even need to hear on the regular, resulted in xiaoâs chest to tighten anxiously. did you not feel the same way anymore? but then again, that devious smile of yours (which xiao could differentiate the style of pretty instinctively) made it certain there was a deeper meaning behind the quiet.
âit's alright," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "you don't have to say anything. i just wanted you to know."
TARTAGLIA â ć
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ê° him not saying i love you back ᥣđ©.á âč
Ê petty petty petty, absolutely done out of pettiness and just being an overall ginger brat.
Ê you forgot to say good morning immediately after you woke up? haha, what was your name again? aw, you walked passed him on your travels even though he deliberately came over to see you? guess heâs not paying for all your stuff today⊠(he will, just ask).
one morning, groggy and half-asleep, you stumbled out of bed, forgetting to meekly mumble your usual "good morning, my darling, i love you" as you got up for the day. it was a small and rather insignificant oversight, but not for childe.
later that day, as you wandered through the vibrant streets of fontaine, you spotted his unmistakable ginger hair approaching. waving and smiling at your beloved, expecting some sort of hyper response back, you awaited his towering presence with a hand on your hip. he walked right past you. full on. turning your head with furrowed brows and jaw hung low, you notice that little playful, shit-eating smirk on his lips.
a little confused, you called out to him, "ajax! come back here.â
he turned, feigning surprise despite clearly having seen you (and, unbeknownst to you, having been watching you for the past couple minutes as you checked out several vendors). "oh, it's you. i almost didn't recognize you."
rolling your eyes, you walked up to him. "seriously?â both of you stared at each other in scrutiny, tartaglia fighting back the urge to squeeze you within his arms and whine at you for your negligence while you fought the urge to pull him down by his sunlit strands to coax some sense out of him. âare you mad at me?â
he shrugged nonchalantly, eyes twinkling with mischief you recognised immediately. "hmm, whoâs mad? i just forgot who you were for a moment." letâs not mention the fact he has your front, back and side silhouettes memorised to the point he could trace it with his eyes closed expertly.
when you both parted ways, tartaglia making up some excuse that he had to buy some souvenirs for his siblings despite you knowing full well he was just listening to your reprimand from a week ago that he needed respite from being brutalised repeatedly, you found yourself linking pieces of red yarn together internally.
oh heâs just such a little shit isnât he?
the sun set and bedazzled the sky in golden red hues, you walked back to your shared accommodation and a hefty amount of apologetic snacks filling your bag. normally, when you opened the door, ajax would jump at you. it was obvious from the way he sat leaned back on the couch that he was biting back that urge too.
grinning, you approached him, feeling a mix of amusement and frustration. "you know i love you, right?"
he glanced at you, his expression softening for a moment, god he really missed you so much even if only parted for a few hours at most. "hmm, do you? because i don't recall hearing such a thing in the morning."
you laughed, shaking your head at his childishness. settling yourself next to him, arms encasing around his wounded torso, you muttered a little compromise: "alright, honey. tomorrow, first thing. i promise."
tartaglia finally relented, pulling you into a gentle embrace that led to him exhaling a breath he was holding (probably a subtle way to get his loud heart to stop beating so furiously). "good. i suppose i can forgive you this time.â
ê° you not saying i love you back ᥣđ©.á âč
ajax had disobeyed your orders again.
even when being repeatedly asked by friends and his own lover alike, he just couldnât behave in a way that didnât result in at the very least, a few scratches and bruises on his freckled skin. it irritated you to no end.
irritation, of course, led to frustration. i mean, when you have to regurgitate the same instructions to someone you adore to death, it becomes exhausting. you didnât necessarily argue about it, you simply tuned off.
sitting in bed with a book cradled between your fingertips, a mellow tune humming in the background from your vinyl as you soaked in the fantasy you were thoroughly engaged in. none of those things could unfortunately deafen the whines from ajax as he cozied himself up next to you, a silent groan slipping past his lips as he incidentally tore at one of his bandages.
âkochanieâŠâ his nose nuzzled against your clothes as he found himself laying on your warm thighs. âi already apologised for being a dumbass, i swear i love you and iâll listen to you properly next time.â
he purses his lips into a pout as you ignore him and continue to scan your eyes over the ink. âcome on, i love you, sweetheart.â he nudged you, pinching you as delicately as possible but enough to elicit a gasp from you as you finally glance over at him.
âand i love peace and quiet, so if you could, zip it.â
surely you donât think that was a good enough response for someone as needy for attention as ajax?
âiâm so hurtâŠâ he pitifully grumbled, arms crossing over his firm chest as he continued staring up at you with a gaze that meant âyou are not getting out of thisâ.
âwonât even spare a small kiss for your wounded lover? a hug? a cuddle? even just a whisper of your voice? how am i meant to liveââ you hush childeâs antics by squishing his cheeks together, forcing a fish like pout to form with his lips.
âi love you too, youâre just annoying.â
heâd take that over you fully ignoring him any day.
K. KAZUHA â æ«ćäžć¶
ê° him not saying i love you back ᥣđ©.á âč
Ê not possible, thank you next character.
Ê the only possible way kazuha would ever not indulge your i love yous is when heâs away to a different nation and he sends you a response letter that takes weeks to come to your hands, or if that same letter somehow gets wet or ruined while in transit and his affections get dampened and smudged
Ê otherwise? kazuha doesnât see the point in stubborn behaviour. if thereâs a problem, though there hardly ever is, heâs under the pretence a couple should talk about it with a clear mind before making a final decision or statement â or in this case, the retraction of affection.
Ê youâre his map, with the treasure being your heart. why would he ever choose to not tell you he loves you when he gets the chance? you already lack sufficient time with another, and kazuha prefers using the time he does have with you to show you how much he adores you (whatever way that manifest as).
ê° you not saying i love you back ᥣđ©.á âč
kazuha absolutely smothers you in his love. though that usually feels more like youâre resting within the comfort of a sandy beach as soft washes of waves tickle your skin. youâre never short of a supply of affection.
thatâs why a devious idea popped into your head. what if you just didnât reciprocate?
âmy heart,â kazuhaâs breathy voice popped the bubble that hung over your head. âyouâve been spaced out for a while now, do you need a kiss to help you refocus?â you had to stop yourself from jumping at the opportunity.
âuh, no itâs fine, you donât have to,â the reply made kazuha raise an eyebrow quizzically. thatâs certainly not something he expected to hear especially after not seeing you for a while; but, heâd respect your choice. itâs not like heâs desperate for something so simple, you could just genuinely not be interested.
âhmâŠalright then, beloved.â he smiled sincerely, head falling to rest on your shoulder as his hand gently rested on the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles that mirrored the shape of the moon that cast a glow on you both. âi love you.â
he couldâve sworn he just said he loved you, so why did the winds bellow a response instead? coughing into his hand to clear his throat, thinking that perhaps you just didnât hear him, he repeated: âi love you, songbird.â
met with silence again, kazuha simply stays quiet. he doesnât need a reply, thatâs not why he says sweet things to you like heâs writing a lyrical sonnet. he tells you he loves you because it helps write the song in his heart that beats whenever heâs near you in a much more coherent way.
K. AYATO â ç„éç»«ïżœïżœ
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Ê this man oozes with romantic appeal. even if heâs off voyaging to a whole other nation heâll find a way to not only say i love you, but also to say his good morning and good nights (accompanied with poorly doodled attempts at kiss marks to make up for the lack of physical touch).
Ê when heâs upset? gods no. he could be frustrated with you to the point he needs a break, and regardless heâll leave the room with a reminder he loves you. he doesnât need you getting second thoughts and therefore wonât ever plant them.
Ê heâs too busy? so? thoma has two hands iâm sure he can handle giving you letters that are merely love notes while he cleans the abode (assuming you and ayato live together separately from where he worksâŠyou can imagine how much thoma despises this errand despite his loyalty).
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ïżœïżœïżœgreetings, love,â ayatoâs arms slid around your middle, chin coming to rest atop your shoulder as he hums a sweet tune as if he were a bird coming back home to his nest. a rather direct analogy, since thatâs exactly the occurrence.
plagued with hours of paperwork and meetings with government issues and secret organisations that god forbid you or ayaka ever found out about, ayato has missed you gravely. if he didnât know better heâd demand this sort of sin to be classified as a national crime with the sentence being told to stay home with your spouse all day (his literal dream).
now that heâs free for at least a little while, peace alas twinkling within his eyes as they close tightly to enjoy the silence as he clings onto you, ayato does feel like all the pain and ink he went through was totally worth it. if the price he had to pay for holding you oh so tightly is simply meaningless signatures on several documents, heâs willing to waste the entire supply of ink within inazuma â he wants this reward to last as long as possible, after all.
âmm, you smell divine, are you using the flower-scented perfume i sent you the other week? i love it,â he rambled, lips pressing against your nape as you busied yourself with some crocheting, ayatoâs eyes opening only to focus on the way your deft hands moved so skilfully. heâd make a comment about how he wished those hands were on him instead, but he had a particular reputation to uphold â and lewd impatient man certainly wasnât part of it.
âmore importantly, sweetheart,â ayato cooed, beginning to trail kisses around your neck and any exposed skin he managed to find, âi love you. so, look at me wonât you?â
merely turning your head to plant a kiss to the side of his jaw in a way of compromise, you otherwise remained silent. âyou know,â ayato smiled devilishly, his hand beginning to play with your hair soothingly. âi bought some stuff on my travels recently, a lot of things that are meant for you, of course.â
âi canât wait to surprise you tonight during dinner.â
that was a threat. maybe not a direct one, but you could recognise the slyness in that manâs voice soon as he mentioned buying âstuffâ â things that were definitely substitutes for poison (a little far fetched, but itâs best to assume whatever he conjures up will be the worst thing possible to save yourself the trip to a hospital bed).
âi love you too.â you appeased, and his face immediately lightened, arms returning around you as if finally satiated.
ayato huffs a stifled laugh, quelling your worries with a simple: âiâll have the staff know youâd like your favourite dish prepared.â
ALHAITHAM â èŸć°æ”·æŁź
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Ê lowkey, itâs a bit of a 50/50 with himâŠ?
Ê sometimes, he just genuinely doesnât hear you. whether itâs because heâs subconsciously disassociating, overstimulated from excessive noise (itâs pretty much canon that heâs autistic, you canât give me a character that constantly wears headphones and only speaks when spoken to and expect me not to connect the dots) or simply because whateverâs playing in his ears was a little too loud and had managed to drown out your words â these specifics are never intended, and heâs more likely to reply back if you repeat yourself (or give him some time).
Ê other times though, is simply him teasing you. remember that one scene at the end of the interdarshan festival where alhaitham said, âbest things are told thriceâ (or whatever the quote was), yeah he commits to that in this scenario too.
Ê heâll pretend he canât hear you just so he can see the sweet frustration in your eyes as you mumble the words âi love youâ through gritted teeth. heâll smirk it off subtly and reciprocateâŠafter a while of course. perhaps when youâre falling asleep on his chest once youâre finally cuddled in bed together, youâll manage to catch his hushed whisper.
the world was intent on making alhaitham break down today. he woke up without you in bed with him this morning, meaning he couldnât brush his teeth while next to you as he passed you things that you required to get ready to start the day. from that, none of the foods or snacks he liked were available and the only option were fruits or meals he didnât like or he werenât in the mood for.
already feeling irritated and grumpy, him nearly spilling a vase on the books he had perfectly stacked up to binge read as he bumped into the corner of the table couldâve made him bang his head brutally on the wall. this wouldnât have been a problem if kaveh didnât place something so fragile and wobbly on something thatâs in the way.
alas, when he finally died down for the afternoon, book in hand, a melody passing by his ear as he tried to focus on breathing, all a sudden that irritation just slowly came creeping back. the words on the page squished together like some sort of cartoon from fontaine as they began to make no coherent sense even as he went over every line twice.
to make it worse? you had just come back home.
that sounds bad, but for alhaitham it was a travesty. now he wasnât able to at the very least embrace you in greeting in fear heâd lash out at the sudden contact. noticing the scrunching of his brows and the way his jaw looked like heâd been clenching it subconsciously for hours, you smiled out of sympathy, knowing from experience that this was most definitely another case of the domino effect of bad shit happening.
âneed me to leave you alone for a bit?â you asked as quietly as possible but in an octave he wouldnât twitch at in frustration.
he shook his head. a little surprising, but you complied with his wish and sat down on the floor next to him as he laid back on the couch as if in an impromptu therapy session. alhaitham held out his hand for you and you gently but surely placed yours on top, a delicate reminder that he was free to express whatever was on his mind when the world finally felt a little more peaceful.
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itâs not like alhaitham really says he loves you verbally, he prefers showing his love to you though actions. after all, actions speak louder than words â whatâs the point of telling you he loves you if he doesnât have the actions to back it up?
but for the sake of the scenario, letâs imagine alhaitham decides to spoil you with one his few vocal affirmations. his hands slowly running up and down the spine of your back, chest rising and falling in slow steady breaths as you burrow yourself into his side. alhaitham was reluctantly reading a romance book that you forcefully recommended him in hopes heâd learn a few things that would make you swoon (despite him doing plenty such things already).
âi love you.â he randomly blurts, his eyes clearly having scanned over the same phrase within the page he was on since he rather quickly skipped past it once your eyes caught glimpse of it. alhaitham is a confident, sometimes arrogant, man â nothing ever truly bothers him when in regards to the words or actions of other people unless they pose a threat to someone he loves.
however, in this case, your lack of words makes his brows scrunch down, bright teal eyes now scrutinising you as you clearly try to hide away a giggle. âdonât you think itâs a little rude to not reply to someoneâs confession.â he asks in a monotone voice, attention returning to the words on the page that now seemed irrelevant.
âif you want me to be like the characters in your little romance stories, how about you also commit to that yourself?â a little harsh sounding, but when faced with alhaithamâs pettiness, this is probably the most lenient heâs ever been to anyone.
WANDERER â æ”æ”Șè
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Ê another one thatâs not necessarily surprising.
Ê he likes using the phrase to tease or slander you, if anything. case in point: âoh i love you alright, but that doesnât mean you get to steal my blanket in the middle of the night.â or âi love you more when you keep completely silent."
âiâm convinced you donât love me.â ah god, not another one of your little helpless spiels again. this sort of conversation starter would normally set of a warranted number of red flags. in this case, however, both of you understood it was more like the start of a theatrical display of your pettiness.
âright, and whyâs that?â scara asked unamused, face not changing from his casual stoicism as he scanned over a possibly illegal book he snuck from the library (and if this conversation goes one way you might just tattle to auntie nahida).
âyou slept on the couch yesterday even after i cooked your favourite dish and got you out of that lecture kusanali forced you to attend by pretending we had chores to do,â you list off your good deeds on your fingers, your body sinking next to his on the couch that seemed more like a partner in crime than just a piece of furniture.
scara rolled his eyes. licking the tip of his fingertip to turn the page on his book, he huffed a response absentmindedly: âi do love you, but you just keep pushing me off the bed because of my cooler temperature so i got annoyed â simple as.â
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âoh, so just fuck me i guess?â
itâs already so difficult for him to even admit how much he cares for you, so to have such a hefty phrase leave his lips and be left with silence? heâs a little more than pissed.
scaraâs eyebrows crunched together, confusion written all over his face at the sudden change in your demeanor. youâre always the first to jump at the opportunity to coddle him soon as his sour lips turn sweet, so whatâs with the sudden negativity? the hostile fire that once flickered in his eyes was now replaced by a mournful sadness, and scara couldnât help but feel like he was staring at a stranger.
his chest tightened in a way that didnât feel good, and he found himself swallowing thickly, eyes flicking downward to where your hands swirled an ice-filled glass. guilt nipped at scaraâs conscience, and he scrubbed a hand over his face, letting out a heavy sigh.
âwhat did i fucking do wrong now?â he spits out.
scara tends to take even the slightest joke within your relationship as a direct threat or dig at him. not because he doesnât trust you, not even because he thinks your relationship isnât at a secure stage â but just because thatâs all he knows. he doesnât know how to respond to something lighthearted when all that heâs felt so far in his life is extremities.
âhm? what do you mean?â you ask, the teasing tone you took on dwindling upon the quick glance at how his bottom lip jutted out nervously. did everything have to be so irrevocably complicated?
scara shook his head, exhaling a small sigh before he just let the matter drop naturally. he didnât have time for stuff like this. heâd like to think he knows you well enough to recognise when youâre simply teasing him, but that fact alone isnât enough to make that ache in his heart go away.
he just needs a minute break. and perhaps for you to sneak into bed with him so you can cuddle him from behind.
LYNEY â æć°Œ
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itâs a little difficult for lyney to say the words âi love youâ to someone whoâs not technically part of his family. he trusted and loved you easily, you cared for his siblings as if they were your own and even gave up your own pride to protect him; but something itching within him tells him he has no right to confess his true ardour.
lyney is nothing but a pawn with a jesters hat, using sleight of hand to remove the idea that heâs deceptive from your mind with a few whimsical flower tricks. itâs hard to allow himself to be so vulnerable and open when he knows full well that if his father found out, the disappointment would be greater than the reward.
when heâs coated in that black circus show getup, his smile broad and stance wide with confidence, heâll reply pretty easily! after all, he had to please his audience. but, youâre not just a stranger in the crowd. youâre his beloved, someone he waits for before one of his grandeur shows as you press a kiss to his cheek as a lucky charm that he finds himself gently touching as he slowly enters the stage.
but when heâs merely lyney, a lonely kid from the house of hearth who trembles in the comfort of the dark, your mumble of: âi love you a lot, lyney,â makes him replywith a mere widened look as if a deer caught in headlights, his pale face blossoming into a rosey pink hue as he tugged down at the front of his hat to cover his eyes.
âme too.â sometimes that reply is easier and much safer for both his heart and yours than the actual words.
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lyney adores how easily you find yourself saying such a phrase, even a little jealous at time at both the idea of how many people youâve uttered it to and the fact he finds himself stumbling over his own consciousness at the idea of confessing his affections back.
heâs also a massive trickster! you pull silly and harmless pranks on each other constantly, from something dumb like switching out a singular chocolate chip cookie to a raisin one to see the astounded look on lyneyâs face as he bites down to something a little more sweet like lyney throwing out roses to an audience that coincidentally create a heart.
this is certainly a much crueller prank than any of the above.
lyney was a little jumpy backstage, constantly pacing back and forth with a genuine smile on his face that youâve rarely seen, his arms constantly stretching out in front of him as he played with the leather of his gloves tediously. lady furina was going to be watching him today, it was no wonder he wanted you to help out!
well, lynette did everything, but youâre here for something lyney said he absolutely couldnât go without. his good luck kiss.
hearing the familiar sound of the staff shuffling around their props, lyney sauntered to you with a smile as his lips tucked behind his arms innocently. âma moitiĂ©,â lyney hums in a chipper, melodic tune, content at simply seeing your face light up once your eyes meet his, âiâm confident in my abilities as a magician, but i think you have the answer to quelling any of my nerves. care to share some of your magic wit me?â
you grin and tilted your head off to the side, giving him an encouraging thumbs up and a much less motivating: âbreak leg, lyney, i believe in you.â as much as he wished to coax it out of you, heâd have to unfortunately settle for the way you leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek.
yet, although he preformed flawlessly per usual, his execution even enthralling the ever critical furina who sat up in the crowd with a leg over her knee, you notice a slight hesitation in his movements, a brief moment of distraction that only you, who knows him so well, could catch. the show eventually concludes to thunderous applause, lyney and lynette taking their final bow as he nearly sprints off once the curtains draw closed.
backstage, as the crowd's cheers still echo faintly, lyney cautiously approaches you with a more serious expression. â[name],â he begins, his tone quieter, more introspective, âdid I... do something wrong?â
who knew just the slight lower pitch of someoneâs voice could make your heartstrings tug unceremoniously. you know it's time to end this silly prank. shaking your head, you take a step closer. âno, lyney. you were incredible, as always â lady furina seemed exceptionally impressed.â his breath catches in his throat â thatâs not really what he wanted to hear. but before he could brush it all off, you interrupt his overthinking: âand... I love you too.â
his eyes widen in surprise, then soften with relief and warmth. âyou really had me there,â he chuckles, pulling you into a hug. âyou're quite the trickster yourself.â
you laugh, hugging him back tightly. âi learned from the best.â
NEUVILLETTE â éŁç»Žè±çč
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Ê for neuvillette itâs less about him not saying i love you, but just how convoluted and complicated he can make it seem.
Ê whether itâs by using outdated poetry and reciting it to you without the knowledge that the terms used completely flew over your head because theyâre so old, or doing something that to him is basically more intimate than physical touch like gifting you a piece of jewellery thatâs imbedded with a stone most certainly toxic to humans (he got it out of a rift from khaenriâah when it first emerged and kept it as a little token).
Ê this man is a dragon, heâs older than the snowy mountains of dragonspine and the deadly primordial sea itselfâŠyou canât blame him for being a little bit over the top and traditional with how he says he loves you.
Ê itâs all courting tactics! isnât this what you humans enjoy? no? âŠmaybe he should ask lady furina if she has some plays from the romance genre sheâd care to share, perhaps then he could learn a much more modern way of showing his affections.
Ê heâll say he loves you if you vocalise youâd just prefer that butâŠare you sure you donât also want this embarrassingly cute cup he made to match his dragon form?
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the more he thinks about it, the sadder he gets. and the sadder he gets, the rainier the heavens become. neuvilletteâs pen shifted between several of his fingers as the paragraphs in front of him shifted and blurred continuously.
you didnât reply to his i love you this morning. straight after waking up he mumbled the sweetest, âi love you,â directly into your ear with that rumbling voice of his, letting his affections linger on your skin as his nose snuggled itself safely against your neck.
and what did he get in response? a small giggle and a, âshould we get ready?â
at first, he merely internalised it as a mere misstep on your part. perhaps you merely didnât hear him, you had just woken up after all you mustâve been feeling a little groggy. that managed to ease his nerves just a little, but soon as you closed the door to his office without a chance for another i love you, he slumped into his seat with defeat.
you humans are tricky creatures and scarily good at making other overthink things that someone should be most confident on.
just the idea that he mightâve done something to upset you enough for you to not want to love him so dearly as you normally do makes the skies weep to match the mourning in his heart. you best come back this instant with your arms wide open unless you want fontaine to flood over.
he may be one of the strongest beings currently alive and awake in the land of teyvat, but his heart is rather fragile when it comes to you.
WRIOTHESLEY â è±æŹ§æŻć©
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much to the dismay of wriothesley, he rarely even gets to say he loves you. between managing the fortress of meropide and his countless responsibilities that range from being a guinea pig for sigewinneâs new test trials that she calls food to ridiculous requests from inmates, expressing his feelings often takes a backseat.
you, of course, understand his position, but it doesn't stop you from sending him love letters whenever you can. your letters are filled with warmth, affection, and little anecdotes about your day, hoping they bring a smile to his face during his busy hours â and they certainly do, he adores tracing your handwriting with the back of his gloved hand.
unfortunately, your letters piled up on his desk without being read. despite him desperately wanting to respond to every little i love you, he found himself way too preoccupied with other immediate matters that required his thorough attention. every time heâd open up his drawer to find a new pen to fill out a document with, heâd shamefully glance at the stack of unread papers that were littered with hearts.
each letter was one a piece of your heart â him stashing it away protectively would be a little romantic and rather ironic given his profession, but currently it felt more like he was actively giving you the sentence of a lifetime by withdrawing his affections.
no reply comes for days.
you understand that his duties are overwhelming, but a part of you yearns for some acknowledgment, a sign that your words are reaching him. however, wriothesley is determined to rectify this, he sat down at his desk after the first calm night in a while, pulls out a sheet of paper, and begins to write.
what you receive the next day isnât necessarily anything grandiose or swooningly romantic â but it was enough; a large bouquet of your favourite roses with a special heart shaped note attached that when you latched it off simply read: âi love you too, sweetheart.â
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alas, wriothesley finally managed to carve out a free day just for you. spending the day together ultimately meant either a completely lazy morning filled with sloppy kisses shared and your warm bodies all tangled within blankets, or a date where you bask in each otherâs presence.
this time, you chose the latter. you needed a little bit of a pick me up and what better than having a romantic outing with your beloved? âŠwhere you simultaneously wished to entertain yourself with a bit of mischief. who could get away with teasing the mighty duke if not you?
a day of activities left you a little exhausted, which is why wriothesley decided to share the last few setting hours of the sun by sitting on a comfy blanket near an empty, secluded beach far from the usual hustle and bustle of fontaine.
"thank you for being so patient with me," wriothesley said, his voice low and sincere. "i know it's not easy, but you mean a lot to me."
you reached out and squeezed his hand. "aww, i understand, wrio. iâm honestly just happy we get to spend time together like this at all.â
bringing your interlocked hands up to his lips, his calloused and rough ones ridden with scars and marks that told stories of their own holding yours as if made of porcelain, he pressed a few gentle kisses to your knuckles as he mumbled a sincere: âi love you, [name].â
ah the very words youâve been waiting to drawl from his lips. stifling a chuckle, you simply smiled and nodded, letting your hand wiggle away from his grasp as your focus drifted to stare at the crashing waves cleansing the shore.
wriothesley's brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. "did you hear me?" he asked, trying to keep his tone light. "i said, i love you."
you nodded again, keeping your expression neutral. âi heard you."
his confusion turned into amusement as both his brows raised in disappointment â were you seriously teasing him right now? wriothesley leaned in appetisingly close, searching your face for a clue for your intentions. "and?" he prompted.
swallowing down another fit of giggles, you titled your head at him all coyly, âand what?â
wriothesley puffed out a chuckle before his skilled hand quickly swooped beneath your knees and atop the small of your back to land you on his lap. âdo you think youâre funny?â his muscular and scarred arms closed around your middle, keeping you firmly in place to face your trial.
âa little,â you muse before lifting yourself a little within his grasp, moving in to press a more than welcomed kiss on his cheek. âi love you too, wrio.â
âthatâs what i thought.â
ARLECCHINO â éżèŸć„èŻș
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Ê arlecchino loves you, she really does. but unfortunately for you, youâre not the age of the orphaned children she protects and therefore she finds it useless to constantly reassure you of such a fact.
Ê surely if you want her to prove how much she loves you, youâd be less childish with it and simply ask for a real heart to be displayed in a glass box? sheâs kidding (perhaps), but given the nature of your dynamic, sheâs sure youâve said the words âi love youâ in this relationship enough to cover her half of the bargain.
âarle, i love you,â you muse, buzzing around her desk like a never satiated mosquito. yet instead of sucking blood you merely made her wish she had the heart to plug her ears to silence your relentless affection spillage. she wouldnât dare. but for the love of the tsaritsa wonât you be good and just sit on her lap and remain quiet?
âarlechinnooâŠâ another whine as you carefully sit yourself on her desk, her pen quickly brushing over lines, the ferocity at which she held it made the point look as if she was scabbing the paper.
âyes, bunny?â she looked off to the side at you, her expression holding an air of royalty that was most likely non existent in her blood, but definitely seemed present in the way she held herself. maybe it was just that natural posture of arrogance?
âi love youâŠwonât you love me back?â
âmy dear,â she placed the pen down and got up, a sight that made the two informants that stood opposite of the room with their heads hung low nervously hunch into themselves. she sauntered to you and encased your body against the edge of the desk, hands on either side of you.
âyouâre surely irritating our guests with your constant noise,â that crestfallen expression of yours was something she wished she could wipe, but that sinful, pyre of pride burned within her like vengeance, making her merely tap her hand over your cheek to refocus your forlorn attention.
soon as you tilted your head, her hot breathy whisper mumbled against your ear: âstay quiet and iâll be sure to spoil you.â
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âiâve been issued another task within fontaine, do keep yourself out of trouble even though i have little hope youâll commit,â arlecchino teasingly mused as she nudged your hip with hers while fixing her coat. âi love you, dear â iâll be sure to send you letters.â
arlecchino is eerily fond of the silence that came after deafening screams. the scarlet stickiness that spreads across her grim face in splatters making her instinctively lick off that sweet residue. but right now, the silence was just a testament to how good sheâs been treating you.
if you think you can get away with a silly prank like this as sheâs awaiting your response like a puppy begging for a bone, you mustâve forgotten who has the collar and who has the leash.
catching your chin between her thumb and forefinger, she tilts your face upwards to meet her intense stare, stern eyes blazing with naked hunger. "i asked you to not cause trouble while iâm gone, but youâve already decided to start, have you?â
most people would crumble beneath her shimmering eyes that spoke volumes of violence, yet deeply within your own heart you know sheâd carry you over mountains of skulls that crushed beneath her callous heels if it meant getting you across into fairyland.
âadmit it - you crave me just as fiercely as i burn for you." she grins before flicking your forehead with her clawed fingertips. âdonât make me repeat myself or you wonât be getting any gifts from me when i return.â
thatâs the real threat you were waiting for. leaving a featherlight goodbye kiss atop her lips, you smartly respond: âi love you too, and donât forget my favourite cake!â
she rolls her eyes, finally letting you go. âwouldnât dream of it.â
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â premise: logan was obsessed, he was from the moment he met you. he didnât get crushes, but youâve turned the big bad wolverine into a depraved puppy and heâs had enough.
â pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader
â warnings: 2k words, smut | 18+, obsession [not dark, just like a big crush, idk how to actually write obsession well], belly bulge, unprotected sex, nicknames [baby, princess, pretty girl], creampie, I visualized like x1-3 logan when writing but you can imagine whichever logan era.
â a/n: kinktober 09
Logan was utterly obsessed, entranced by your entire being. If he didnât already know what your mutation was, he'd swear you were a witch that cast a love spell on him so he goes starry eyed and dulcet when you walk in a room. He wasn't the kind of man to get crushes, he did one night stands to satiate his needs and yet now he can't bring himself to want anybody but you.
You and your pretty eyes that sparkle when you look at him and flutter your eyelashes to get what you want. You and your tendency to brush against him or run your hand down his arm when you walk around him making his brain go fuzzy and getting him all flustered. The whole team could see how smitten and enthralled he was with you, mocking him and calling him a love sick puppy especially when you go away on mission and he mopes around the mansion. Heâs had enough of the little flirting back and forth and nothing coming of it, he was desperate for you and his crush was only getting stronger as the months went on.
You had just gotten back from a short mission with Storm and Jean when before you could even say hi to everybody Logan is grabbing your hand and pulling you away down the hall. âeh- hey! Lo slow downâ you squeal out as he drags you along behind him, heart racing at the feeling of his fingers intertwined with your own. The nickname you've resorted to calling him as the two of you have gotten closer makes his ears ring. He loved when you called him Lo you were the only one allowed to, anybody else who tired got glared at.
âNeed to talk to yaâ now, right nowâ he grumbled out, his signature, you swore permanent grumpy scowl plastered on his face. He continues to tug you down the long hall towards your bedroom. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion at where he's taking you. Pushing open your door, he turns around and yanks you inside. Shutting the door, his body now facing you. His grip on your hand is still tight, he didnt wanna let go especially not when you haven't said anything about the fact heâs practically holding your hand.
âWhat is it? Is everything okay Lo?â You question in that sweet concerned voice you give him when he tells you he didn't sleep well because of another nightmare. âDo you want me?â He blurts out so fast the words practically blend together. You think you hear his question and it makes your head spin in more confusion but you needed him to repeat it. âWhatâd you sayâ you question as your gaze stays fixed on Logan, his own glued to your face watching for reactions. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves he starts again âDo you want me?â He questions in a slower softer tone.
Now your head really was spinning and slick settled in your core at his wording, he wasn't asking if you liked him, no he was asking if you WANTED him. your eyes that were on him are now darting around the room like it's the most fascinating thing. Through the fogginess of your brain all you can manage to eat out is a âWhat..?â
Pushing forward Logan backs your body up against your shut bedroom door, his frame looming over you and blocking you in. The hand that is not entangled with yours comes up to your chin to grab it and make you look at him. âDo. You. Want. Me? I'm not repeatinâ myself again pretty girlâ he growls out, punching out each word of his question. He was losing his patience especially after the sweet scent of your arousal fills his nostrils and makes his cock twitch. âCause i want you princess, have wanted you for fuckinâ months. And it's killing me, youâre killinâ me pretty girlâ he groans out in frustration.
âDo you even know what you do to me? What my crush on you is doinâ to me princess? All our flirting and lingering looks, everybody always mocking me for how I act round youâ he continues to ramble on, pulling your face closer to his as he waits on an answer to at least one of his questions.
âYes..i want you Loâ you mumble out breathlessly and low. A big lopsided smirk spreads on Loganâs face as your words register in his head. âWhat was that baby?â He teases, needing you to repeat it just so he can hear it again.
âI want you Logan, really fucking badâ you whine out as your core aches for attention, your hips gravitate towards his to push against him. âShit- fuck itâ he groans out and grabs ahold of your waist and crashes his lips agaisnt yours, he knew the two of you shouldâve gone back to the team. You needed to give Charles a debrief of the mission but Logan could care less at the moment. You kiss him with the same amount of passion and fever as your arms wrap around his neck pressing your chest to his. You hum and moan into the kiss sending vibrations through Loganâs body and straight to his confined cock that was begging to be released. âJump and wrap yaâ legs around me babyâ he instructed, his words mumbled against your lips but clear enough for you to understand. Jumping up a bit, Logan catches you by grabbing onto your ass as your legs wrapped around his waist. âAtta girl princessâ you smile against his lips at the praise while he walks the two of you over to your plush bed.
Laying you down on your back, he keeps his body between your spread thighs as his mouth pulls away from yours and drifts down to kiss at your neck. His hard cock pressed right up against your leaking cunt in this position, his large hands rubbing and groping all over your body. Running over your hips and waist, palming over your tits and grabbing at your ass, anywhere his hands can reach, indulging in the fact you're allowing him to touch you like this. âMhmm Lo, baby please i need youâ you whine out and buck your hips against his, grinding your core against his bulge. âYeah? Whatcha need baby? Huh princess? Use your wordsâ he doesnt pull away from your neck, continuously kissing it and along your collarbones and chest as you were wearing a low cut top, even sucking and biting at your skin to form hickeys.
âNeed you, need you to fuck me Lo pleaseâ you whimper out and tug at the wasit band of his jeans as well as push up at his white tank top. âYeah i can do that baby fuckâ he grunts out and sucks in a breath, a shiver going down his back when you strach at his lower stomach and happy trail. The feeling of your hands on his bare skin makes his body tingle and skin feel on fire.
His movements are frantic as he is quick to strip off his shirt and yours. Pulling your pants down and off your legs alongside your panties, leaving your bare pussy exposed to the cool air. âOh fuck~ shes so prettyâ he mumbled out under his breath seemingly to himself, you werent sure if it was aimed at your cunt or you. in his haste he just barely pushes his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock. His throbbing cock springs free, making you gasp at his size, he didn't feel nearly as big when it was hidden as he looks now. His cock long and so deliciously thick that it has your mouth watering wanting a taste. You knew your jaw would burn to accommodate his size; you couldn't imagine your cunt fitting him. âLo i don't know if itâll fitâ you whine out, looking into his lust blown eyes with concern.
âPretty girl if youâre as wet as yaâ smell iâll slip right inâ he chuckles softly, grabbing himself at the base and nudging his mushroom tip to open your slit and rub it through your soaked folds. Your slick collects and mixes with the precum leaking from his cock lubing up his shaft and tip. Your hole clenches around nothing everytime he brushes over it making your hips twitch and thrust up trying to get him to push inside already.
âMmm Lo..please just fuck me alreadyâ you whine out and squirm. His brows furrowed in concentration, gaze locked on where your bodies meet, trying his hardest not to already blow his load as he lines his tip up at your entrance. Just rubbing over your pussy with his cock was causing his balls to tighten, your pussy felt heavenly and addicting. This moment was 10 times better than any of the hundreds of wet dreams he had late at night where heâd wake up with a wet spot forming in his sweats.
He lets out a broken gasp that morphs into a string of curses when he finally slowly pushes into the wet heat of your cunt. âOh fuck~ shes already squeezinâ me so tight babyâ he grunts as he finally bottoms out buried to the hilt, his hips wasting no time in finding a rymth and thrusting deep inside you. the sting of your pussy stretching to take his cock makes your head go hazy, eyes screwing shut in bliss.
You clench around him and Logan cant stop himself from thrusting harder and faster, a slurred pussy-drunk mess of sentences fall from his mouth.
âFuck youre so hot princess, sâgood for meâ âCant believe yaâ letting me do this to you, fuckinâ you like thisâ âDreamtâ boutâ this for so long, been fuckinâ obsessed with yaâ for foreverâ he whines out in a long run on setenace as his hips slam against yours, the filthy squelching sound of your cunt and your moans and whimpers fill the air in your room. You didn't care that you were being loud enough that anyone who walked past your door would definitely hear you and know what was going on. the knowledge of that seemed to be spurring both you and Logan on more.
His eyes are locked at where your bodies are connected, his cock creating a bulge in your lower stomach every time he thrusts all the way in. âFuck baby, look at that, my cock sâbig its making a bulge when im buried insideâ he groans out and presses down on your lower stomach making your cunt clench down harder on him, your body trying to milk his release out of him. Tipping your head down you open your eyes to watch as his cock thrusts in and out of your throbbing pussy, his tip driving right into that spot deep inside you making you see stars. That spongy spot that your toys could never reach just right when Logan would get you all worked up with his flirting, not like his cock currently is.
âMâgonna cum Lo- baby, Fuck- mhm~ wanna cum with you pleaseâ you moan out, your sentence coming out broken up as your climax was teetering on the edge. âIm gonna cum too baby donât worry pretty girlâ he hissed out as his fingers dig into your hips, his own flattering in there thrusting as his cock twitches inside you. âCum on my cock princess, gonna fill this pretty up makinâ it all mine-â you cut off his sentence by grabbing ahold of the back of his neck, pulling his face down to kiss him desperately.
âAlready all yours Lo, i been yours the whole timeâ you whine against his lips as your high washes over you, cumming on his cock as his thrusts speed up one last time.
Your cream coating his cock acts to further lube up his thick cock as it jackhammers into you, before your cunt milks Loganâs cum out of him in thick ropes that fill you. âYaâ 100 percent all mine now babyâ he hums into your mouth, lazily kissing you while he catches his breath, your hips grinding on his cock as you both ride out your highs.
â a/n: fully meant to post this yesterday but i barely had anything written for it then and couldnt bring myself to write more. Im doing better than Iâve done the past 3 years with kinktober tho, gotten further than any other times.
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First Smoke đŹ
đšă»ă»ă»l. howlett x fem!reader
rating. m
word count. 2.5k
synopsis. you were everything logan shouldn't want. young, religious, and innocent. you were sweet to everyone. and you've never been touched. logan wants to be your first everything.
warnings. age gap relationship (reader is 21, Logan is nearing 50) , religious reader, innocent reader, smoking, shotgunning smoke, dubious consent, dry humping, spanking, a bit of toxic relationship dynamics, logan is not a good person, not edited
âł pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3
Youâve always been attracted to Logan Howlett. From his strong buildâbroad shoulders, the fine lines of veins on his armsâto his carefree disposition. You liked the way he carried himself, confident, lumbering, like his dick was too big between his legs. You especially liked his belts. The thick, worn, leather. The large buckle was always either silver or bronze, engraved with a design.
It was a worldly lust, one you shunned for many years growing up. One you tried to pray away. A test from God to see if you could remain devout. And for a while, you were doing so good. You kept your left for him down, you prayed for the strength to face him everyday.
And then he offered you a drink.
You were back the next day, and the next, and the next. All with the promise of great pleasure and even greater corruption. You prayed every night for forgiveness and went back to commit more sins, more atrocities against your body. You never let Logan take your virginity, but he did penetrate you with his fingers nearly every day. Youâve seen his erect cock, long and thick, 8 to 9 inches of solidity, while he jerked off while fingering you. He came on your belly, just nearly missing your cunt.
You sat like a pretty, little doll in Logan's garage in white stockings with flower designs on them, a white dress dotted in lilacs that went down to your shins, a white cardigan you knitted yourself, and your iconic mary janes heels. You fiddled with the pearl necklace sitting delicately on your collarbones while your heels clicked and your cardigan fell slightly off your shoulder.
Logan was shirtless, the muscles of his sweat covered back flexing as he rummaged through his toolbox. He was beautiful, sun-kissed, pants hanging low on his lips with that thick belt of his. His hair stuck slightly to the nape of his neck.
After a moment, he grunted, closed his toolbox, and reached into his pocket for a lighter while going over to grab a cigar. He placed the thick thing between his lips and flicked his lighter.
âIsn't that dangerous, Mr. Howlett? Lighting a cigar around grease and oil and gasoline?â You ask softly, watching him take a long drag before blowing the smoke. He looked at you with a quirked brow. âDonât worry about it, doll.â He sat down on an old chair across the garage out of the sun, fingers motioning you over to sit in his lap as you always did. He loved you in his lap, your frame so pretty on top of him, the way you squirm.
Your eyes flickered to the open garage door, rolled up all the way to let the waning sunlight in. âI can't, Mr. Howlett. Someone will see us.â And that someone will recognize you as the pastorâs daughter and inform your father that you were caught in his lap. Canoodling with not only a man, but a man twice your age. Heâd never let you out of the house again.
Logan glanced out of the door. âNah, weâre hidden behind the bike.â A lie that fell too smoothly from his lips. You both were in the corner, in the shade. Eyes would glaze right over your bodies. No one would notice you two unless they were truly taking the time to look. People rarely ever did.
You seemed to calm a little at his words and carefully made your way over to his little corner where he lounged. Logan offered out a hand to keep you steady as you hiked up the skirt of your dress a little and straddled his thighs. You placed your hands on his chest to balance yourself. You liked the hair on his chest that led down his rock solid abdomen. There was a single vein leading down below the belt.
You looked back over your shoulder at the open garage door, eyeing the street as a car passed by. Logan noticed the worry pressing wrinkles to your face, the doubt in your eyes and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him instead of the street. Smoke came out of his nose slightly, âstop worrying.â
He took another long drag of his cigar and watched with amusement as you eyed the thing curiously. âYou don't want none of this, baby. Itâs too strong for you.â Loganâs hand stroked your thigh through your stockings. Your lips unintentionally formed into a small pout. You were used to being told no in your life, but Logan never did. You liked the freedom that came with being with him, even if that was at the expense of your soul. You were making dealings with the devil.
Logan sucked up smoke into his mouth and grabbed you firmly at the back of the head, pulling you in to press your lips to his. He blew the smoke between your lips and let it fill your mouth and billow down your throat. Breaking away, began to cough into the back of your hand.
âI told you; too strong for a little babydoll like you.â
The taste lingered on your lips and in your mouth, smokey, bitter. How could he possibly enjoy this stuff? He smoked and drank like it was nothing but you had remained abstemious your entire life, you weren't accustomed to the taste yet. More importantly, your lips had tasted his lips. He had so suddenly stolen your first kiss from you.
You whispered to him, âthat was my first kiss.â
âOh baby,â Logan leaned forward, chuckling softly. âThat wasn't a kiss. I can show you what a real kiss looks like.â He took his cigar from his mouth, enjoying the way you shuddered as his prickly facial hair brushed against your cheek. He kissed you because he could, because he wanted to, because he knew if he didn't steal your first kiss from your delicate hands, someone else would. He had to take everything from you, be your first everything, possess you wholly.
You were awkward, squirming, unsure of what to do with your mouth, your tongue. Logan held you by the hips, pulling you ever closer, tasting of smoke, whiskey, and bad decisions rolled into one. His tongue pressed to yours, tracing and exploring every crevice of your mouth. He was not gentle with you. You were no child, you could handle it.
Your lips tasted like a medley of fruit from your lip balm and toothpaste. You were fresh, clean, so terribly pure that every lick of his tongue against yours, every orgasm he drew out of you dirtied you in the mud of sin. Your hands were clawing at his shoulders, your hips pressed down into his lap with the help of his hands.
Another car went past and you leaped away from his kiss, panting. âSomeoneâs going to see us, Mr. Howlett. My father will kill both of us.â Logan didn't seem to care all that much. He pulled the skirt of your dress up and pulled you down until your body pressed flush with his. Your little cunt pressed right to the large buckle of his belt.
He reached between your legs and found a weak spot in your stockings, jabbing his finger through and ripping the lacy fabric through the middle to access your pretty center. You were wearing another pair of cotton panties, white, with a little bow on the front. âMr. Howlett.â You whined at your ruined article of clothing. Youâd never be able to explain it to your parents. âListen to me. We can't, not here.â
âWe'll be fine, doll.â He grunted, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. Logan was so much stronger than you, his hand forcing you to press yourself down onto him, your cotton-covered clit catching along the design of his buckle. You gasped, shuddering, your eyes growing heavy. Your hands on his shoulders, rubbing his chest. You weren't like you were before. Timid. Afraid. You were scandalous in a way you never thought you would be. You took the time to grind your hips against his buckle, finding just the right ridge to play with your clit.
How he's tainted you.
Logan leaned back, smoking with a serene smirk while he watched you take your pleasure against his belt. It was quite the show. Your fingers against his solid chest, your eyes fluttered to a close, the way you humped him almost like a desperate bitch in heat. Dulcet moans passed your lips like a song, silky and sweet with a touch of depravity.
âOoohâ Mr. Howlett~â You liked all the bumps and ridges of the design on his buckle, the way it all tickled your pussy at just the right spots and angles. Logan stroked your hip with his free hand, smoking with his other. You were all whiny and squeaky, already falling apart in his lap. Heâs made you something monstrous, disgusting. And you liked it.
You were soaking through your panties. Any other time you would have been humiliated, the sin of your lust. But oh, you were hitting all the right spots and you couldn't hear anything beyond the ringing in your ears. Someone could have walked right into Logan's garage and witnessed you pleasuring yourself on his belt of all things and you would have hardly noticed.
Logan, thoroughly amused, took a long drag from his cigar and blew it into your face. You felt a little hazy, whining a little. âStop.â He did it again, smiling and chuckling lowly as you squirmed. âI can get the whiskey out again, doll. You seem to enjoy yourself better when youâre drunk.â
You shook your head. âNuh uh, let meâ let me keep going. I'mâŠenjoying myselfâ just fine.â You squeaked as you found a little nub to rub your bundle of nerves across. You could feel everything as if you didn't have any panties on at all. Your underwear stuck to your cunt like a second sink, so thin that it might as well not be there in the first place.
You were a sensitive little thing. Getting you to cum was an easy task. A few clicks at your clit, a few dirty words in your ear, and you were melting into a puddle in his lap. This time, you were doing it all by yourself, showing off all you had learned. But there was nothing quite satisfying about that. Logan liked his unwavering control over you.
So as you teetered towards the edge of relief, Logan grunted, âDon't you cum until I tell you to.â There was a warning hidden behind his voice. There would be consequences if you disobeyed. You were used to obeying, you just found a new master to serve.Â
You cried softly. âNo, no, no, âm so close,â you slurred, rutting your hips like a wild animal. Logan tapped his cigar off the side of the chair before placing it back between his lips. âDon't you dare, doll.â It threatened unknown possibilities, an infinity of punishments. âIâll march you out into the street and finger you in the front yard. Everyone will see you for the slut you are.â
Heâd never actually do it. Logan would like to keep the sight of you cumming to himself alone, but the threat was enough to keep you at bay, to keep his firm control over you.
You shook your head wildly, still rubbing and humping, tears pricking your eyes. âNo, pleaseââ You wept at the thought of being ousted from your community, disowned by your family, made to be some shameless whore on the street. A man like Logan would never marry you. He'd never make you his wife. He liked playing with the hearts of little girls like you, who didn't know any better.
So you try your best not to cum with tears streaking your face, tears that only make Logan harder. You look so pretty when you cry. Partially from pleasure, partially from fear, maybe some pain. Your legs trembled with the weight of an orgasm denied.
You went like this for 2 orgasms. Your pussy rubbed red and puffy through your panties, a wet patch on the crotch of his pants from your dripping cunt. âI can't! I can't, Mr. Howlett.â You were sobbing hysterically. Your entire body shook violently with your next orgasm that rushed you like a freight train and came with a hot flash throughout your entire body.
Logan watched you cum on his belt, pussy pulsing and rubbing. You almost went cross-eyed, how cute. Your cheeks were dripping wet with salty tears he could just lick right off your face if he so desired. He liked seeing you cry, liked the way you sobbed like you had no sense.
You were panting, aching, nearly fell right off his lap if he didn't catch you. ââm sorry, âm sorry. Please don't take me to the yard. Myâ my family will never look at me the same.â You murmured out your words, still crying like a baby.
âI ain't gonna take you to the yard, doll.â Logan, thoroughly amused by your panic, guided you to lay over his lap with your ass facing the open garage door. âI am gonna give you a spanking though.â He smiled at the whimper you let out; his hand flipping up your skirt to reveal your ripped stockings and soaked through panties.
You were reminded of when you were a little girl, in your father's lap when he would spank you for doing something bad. You wiggled and writhed with anticipation, fingers gripping his thigh. Logan soothed his hand over the soft skin of your ass as he gripped great handfuls of flesh into his palms.
The first one came with a great ring of skin against skin. You yelped, lunging forward. More tears, more childish crying. Logan rubbed the spot where he spanked you to soothe the pain. âQuiet down. You don't want anyone to get curious, do you?â You shook your head with feverish intent. You couldn't have anyone looking this way, watching you get spanked, reporting back to your father.
Logan raised his hand and brought it down against your other asscheek. You bit your lip to stifle the sob that threatened to leave you. You did the same when he spanked you again and again, biting so hard you could taste the metallic beginnings of blood.
In total, Logan spanked you 15 times before he deemed it enough and let you up. You were shaking like a startled dog, your once neat, pinned up hair now ruined, your dress wrinkled, your stockings ripped. You were a beautiful mess. His beautiful mess. He was ruining you.
âCome here, babydoll.â Logan coaxed you towards him as he put out his cigar in the ashtray nearby. He took you by the hips and pulled you back into his lap. You were so small and meek, you didn't even fight.
Logan brushed your hair out of your face, carefully fixing it back up with various bands and clips until it looked reasonably neat again. He was gentle for once, taking your chin in between his fingers, and he kissed you. He was tender with that too, licking the blood from your bottom lip with a smile.
Logan always had a habit of destroying his favorite toys.
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instead of feral, desperate boys..
not everyone is up for pda- and if thatâs want you want, thatâs what your man will get for you
fluff
boys whoâs hands hesitate every time they touch you in public. heâs so in love with you, and he respects you. you, your space, your comfort. to the point where sometimes itâs downright funny, but you know the self control it takes. his hands hover for a second every time, every touch, even the slightest graze of the shoulder to catch your attention, is full of anticipation and adoration.
the silent wall between the thighs whenever you sit next to each other in a tight car at a night out with friends. his legs are tense, determined to save your space, no matter how cramped it is. itâs just how he shows his love. the space between you two at the hallway of the party. gossiping away, a little tipsy, his arms are protectively around your waist, to ensure no one bothers this fun and sweet moment between you two. but with a closed fist. no groping, no caressing. big strong hands closed and firmly held, but at the same time soft for you to laugh and gesture all you want. he doesnât want your pretty eyebrows to knit, looking around to see if anyone is looking. his pretty angel should have everything she wants, may it even be space.
and the sweetest part? after the doors close, the sweat gently washed off and your lotioned body tucked in, the invisible wall melts. your man, your boy, your baby falls into you, in your sacred place, his sacred place. he only feels comfort when you are truly comfortable. his hot, firm body, so present, wraps you now with no hesitation. itâs only you two in the world. soft breaths against your neck without a worry. he reminds you now, more than ever, that he is there. that he is present. all of the waiting all throughout the day, you can feel it in his heartbeats melting with yours now. he loves you so.
he loves you so.
fucking SAKUSA (iâm going to pass out), KAGEYAMA, USHIJIMA, IWAIZUMI, ARAN (gladly does if u ask), KITAAA (woof woof baby one chance plz), DAICHI (more territorial than the rest i imagine)
MEGUMI (i love him), NANAMI
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"cold feet (literally)" - spencer reid x fem!reader
you wake up in the middle of the night to get a pair of socks
wc: 1k
cw: reader is described as wearing a bra, sickeningly sweet fluff, two idiots in love
Spencer keeps his apartment climate-controlled at a brisk sixty-eight degrees Fahrenheit. He likes to be cold, he says, and you generally donât mind. You run hot anyway, so if, on the off chance you do get cold when youâre lounging around on his couch or perusing his bookshelves, you grab one of the throw blankets Garciaâs knitted for him and wrap it around your shoulders.Â
Tonight is different, in that you were not planning on sleeping over. Your relationship with Spencer works so well, in your opinion, because you both like to be independent, so rather than be with each other every moment of every day that heâs home, you orbit around each other like planets. You spend many evenings over at his place, and he spends just as many as yours, but eventually, the other person goes home.Â
Not that you didnât like sleeping in the same bed as Spencer, of course, but the relationship was still fresh, and you both liked that you were taking things slow. Tonight, however, you started a movie with him rather late, and by the time it was over, you were bleary-eyed and your bones felt laden. Spencer was more than willing to offer you the empty side of his bed for the night.Â
You arrived in sweatpants and a t-shirt, so you just took your bra off and laid down. Spencer splurged on a fancy orthopedic mattress, so you somehow both sunk into it and rested on top of it like a glass on a table. It was insanely comfortable, and both you and Spencer really were wiped out, so you went right to sleep.Â
When your eyes flutter open a few hours, youâre laying on your side. The first thing you notice is that the room is not completely dark. No, in fact, thereâs a stream of moonlight, or maybe a street lamp outside, creeping in through the curtains, casting a soft, gray-filtered glow over the room.Â
You feel Spencerâs hand loosely on your hip, and his knee resting lightly against the back of your thigh. Your immediate reaction is not to move for fear of waking him, but your feet are icicles. The air around you is cold, too, but the blankets remedy that. You just need socks.Â
I am molasses, you coach yourself, moving languidly and carefully to rise into a sitting position. However, you lack the FBI stealth training needed to rise out of bed without waking your boyfriend, because when you look over your shoulder, his eyes are very clearly open.Â
Thereâs a tired yet playful little smirk as he sits up, leaning against the headboard. âSneaking out already?â he asks, his voice still rich and thick with sleep, and you suddenly wish youâre able to see him like this more often. Maybe this whole going home to go to sleep thing is simply for the birds.Â
âNo, of course not,â you laugh softly. The mattress creaks as you finally stand up, your bare toes spreading against the soft carpet. As you pad over to his dresser, you shoot him a performative smile over your shoulder. âMy feet are just freezing.âÂ
âDo you want me to adjust the thermostat?â Spencer asks immediately, shifting the blankets off of him so he can, presumably, get out of the bed.Â
âNo, no, itâs okay,â you insist, holding up your hand. He stops in his place. âItâs just my feet, Spence,â you assure him. The cherry wood creaks when you tug the top drawer open, plucking the first pair of socks you see out off the top.Â
Spencerâs mismatched socks are meticulously organized in their correct pairs, as it turns out. You smile to yourself when you realize this means he takes the time each day to couple up an incorrect pair of socks before putting them on his feet.Â
You select a pair of purple ones with little kiwi fruits printed on them, affection for the ridiculous man in bed behind you bubbling up in your chest, making it feel as if itâs filled with helium. Like you could float up to the ceiling at any moment.Â
Youâre still smiling stupidly as you perch yourself on the edge of the bed. You slide his socks over your bare feet, wiggling your toes around for a moment. âWhy are you smiling, angel?â Spencerâs asking curiously, and you feel his foot nudge your back.Â
You lie back down in the bed, shaking your head softly as you lay on your side and place your head against Spencerâs chest. He takes a second to adjust, slinking down so heâs lying flat on his back, then he tugs you a little closer.Â
Your cheek rubs against the soft, worn fabric of his t-shirt. You place your palm down against his flat tummy, and consequently feel his chin press into the top of your head. âWhat is it?â he asks again.Â
âI just think youâre the beeâs knees, thatâs all,â you say softly, earning a small chirp of a laugh from your boyfriend.Â
âThe beeâs knees, huh?â he rakes his fingers through your hair slowly. The action is lulling you like straight melatonin, making you even more tired. âDid you know that phrase actually used to mean something small and insignificant? Over time it developed to refer to something or someone that is greatly admired.âÂ
You close your eyes, your body relaxing against him as he speaks. âDo bees even have knees?â you ask through a yawn.Â
âTechnically speaking, no,â Spencer brushes his thumb along your temple, then across the top of your ear, as if he is charting all the smooth parts of you. âBut they do have a ball-and-socket joint between their leg segments, which allows them the flexibility to move their little legs around. So when they dance to show their hive mates where the good honey is, they move their legs around.â He laughs softly at this notion, and you feel your weight sink into the mattress.Â
âYou make me want to dance,â you whisper, smiling with closed eyes against his chest. âSo, youâre the beeâs knees.âÂ
Spencer hums fondly in response to this, then kisses your forehead. âThatâs kind of a reach, angel,â he says. âBut I think youâre the catâs pajamas, so who am I to judge?â
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âčââĄâ⥠having a pregnancy scare wasnât on rafe and pogue!sweetheart!readerâs to do list anytime soon.. but alas, here they are waiting to see if two pink lines will change the trajectory of their lives forever.
warnings: pregnancy, mentions of a breeding kink lol, super sweet fluff, slight humor, lots of crying
a/n: this is my not-so-subtle way of introducing babydaddy!rafe to my blog (iâve been reading a lot of babydaddy!rafe lately.. yum) also just a reminder: pogue!sweetheart!reader is only pregnant in this fic alone. meaning any other works i create with her are not correlated with this one UNLESS stated so <3 you could keep up with this little universe under the second tag of this post: ââËâč⥠pogue!sweetheart!reader & babydaddy!rafeâ
âa-are you sure youâre late?â rafe was pacing back and forth, tears pricking your eyes as you flipped through your little calendar book. âyes! i look at my calendar everyday rafe, itâs been three weeks!â you sniffled, checking for the millionth time. rafe joined you on your bed, realizing he probably wasnât making you feel any better if he was freaking out too. âhey..â he cupped your chin, âitâs gonna be okay, baby. what do you need me to do? âwant me to go get some tests from the store?â you cried even more, the whole thing becoming too real all at once. âi donât know! i donât know what to do, ray!â
he sighed, holding you as you wept in his arms. âoh, baby,â rafe rubbed your back, âyou know iâm going to take care of us, of you.â he whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. he wiped the tears from your eyes, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. âi know.. itâs justâ this is so new, and even though we donât have a for sure answer yet, i feel like i really am. you know.. pregnant?â saying it out loud made rafeâs heart drop to his stomach. you saw the way his expression softened, his eyes flickering down to where you two held hands.
while it shouldnât be too surprising, considering you two never use protection.. itâs still a delicate matter that rafe took very seriously. âam i gonna sound crazy if i say i hope that you are?â you took a breath, stroking the side of rafeâs face. âno. i want it too.â letting out a breath he didnât know he was holding, he pulled you against his chest, embracing you once again. âwhy donât we find out? âgo to the pharmacy and get some tests?â you nodded, the anticipation already feeling unbearable. âokay.â you pulled away, getting under your knitted blanket.
âyouâre not going with me?â rafe laughed. âare you joking? the owner has known me forever. if he seeâs us buying a pregnancy test, heâllââ you lowered your voice down to a whisper, âheâll know what weâve been doing..â your cheeks heated at the thought of the sweet old man whoâs known you for all of your life checking you out for a test that indicates youâve been doing a lot more than just baking cookies. âbaby, if you didnât live in the middle of nowhere, and far away from any kind of civilization, everyone on this island would know what weâve been doing.â he winked.
at his words, you shooed him out of your camper as a giggle escaped your lips. he wasnât wrong. rafe knew all the ways to make you scream and tremble in pure bliss. it felt like forever since rafe had been out, but one glance at the heart shaped clock on your wall, and it had only been ten minutes. you laid on your back, fingertips skimming your tummy. imagining a baby, half of you, and half of rafe, a result of two worlds, both full of so much love, colliding into one and making the most beautiful creation you were sure to ever see, made a smile grace your pretty face.
now you were thinking about a nursery, wondering if youâd be painting it baby pink or powder blue. either color was fine with you. sitting up, you looked around your camper, really seeing just how small it was. you and rafe barely fit in here together, let alone with a little baby thatâll eventually grow and want to run around. now you felt sad at the indication that you might have to move out of the only place youâve ever known. this would change your life, but with rafe by your side you felt more ready than ever. just as you were going to call rafe and politely tell him to hurry up, he walked through the door.
âi wasnât sure which one you wanted, so i just grabbed one of each.â rafe gave you the bag, plopping down next to you. there was about ten different tests in there, including a lot of the snacks youâd been craving over the last week. sour gummy bears, chocolate, and spicy chips mostly. taking out a pink box, you read the instructions before looking back at rafe who already had his full attention on you. âcan you come with me?â without hesitation, rafe helped you up and guided you to the bathroom. âalright..â he leaned against the doorframe, watching as you unwrapped the test.
âi canât really pee if youâre looking..â rafe had zoned out, thinking about house hunting already and wondering what kind of car seat would be the safest for a baby. âright, iâm sorry.â he turned around, swallowing the lump in his throat. rafe needed the confirmation just as much as you did, his stomach doing somersaults as he nervously bit his lip. âyou okay?â he asked. you hummed, peeing on the stick before setting it down on a piece of toilet paper. washing your hands shortly after, you and rafe left the test in the bathroom as you waited in silence.
âmy heart is beating so fast right now.â you laughed, on the verge of tears as rafe rubbed circles into the flesh of your thigh. âi want you to know something..â rafe whispered, âwhatever those test results come out to; negative or positive, weâre going to be okay. i donât want you to worry about a thing, alright?â your chin wobbled as you nodded, your head falling in the curve of his neck. you stayed quiet for the rest of the time, the timer on rafeâs phone going off. âoh, god..â you whimpered, motioning for rafe to grab the test. âdonât look at it, just bring it over!â you called out.
rafe walked back with his eyes closed, nearly bumping into the wall as his hands trembled with excitement. âwhere are you?â he kept his eyes screwed shut, in which you followed suit. âiâm right here.â you squeaked out, holding onto his wrists. âon three weâre gonna look down.â you nodded even though he couldnât see you. âokay, iâm ready.â both of you smiled. âone, two, threeââ both of you looked down, rafe jumping and running out of your camper as you stared down at the sight of two, very prominent, pink lines. rafe was shouting outside, the sound making you laugh as you took a seat on the couch.
âoh my god.â rafe poked his head in, your teary eyes meeting his. thankfully, he was able to read the room and calmed down a bit. âoh my god.â he repeated, kneeling down in front of you. âare you okay? are you happy?â rafe rubbed the side of your thighs, his touch providing a comfort like no other. âyes! i just canât believe it..â you hugged him, his arms wrapping around your waist. âwe have a lot of planning to do.â you sniffled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. rafe could already see it. the white house, the white picket fence, both of you were already two steps closer to your dreams becoming a reality.
âyeah, we do,â he agreed, âletâs just take it one day at a time, yeah?â you smiled, cupping his face. âi love you so much, this is crazy.â he kissed your lips before taking the test in his hands again. âa whole baby..â you were in utter disbelief. âmaybe i should take the rest of the tests?â you stood up, taking the plastic bag with you to the bathroom. by the time you finished, the sun was already setting, both you and rafe staring at the approximately ten tests in front of you. all positive. âlooks like we took the breeding kink a little too seriously, huh?â you looked up at rafe through his reflection in the mirror. âthat was a good one.â
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This can be read as a standalone I think, but! Here is a second part of Merlot! It's spicy and sweet so I hope you guys like it. Unsure if there will be any more parts (Iâm open if you guys have more ideas!) but I do love a good dilfrry.
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Warnings- smut, age gap relationship, anal (for those who asked ur welcome!), unprotected sex, cumplay, Dom/sub elements
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Harry was by far the best man she had ever dated.Â
Their age gap was evident at times, but not in a bad way. It was rather cute when he had been confused about videos she sent or his own excitement to show her the movies or books he was referencing. The added element of their dynamic was learning from one another. Harry had been teaching her about publishing and helping her flesh out the first draft of her book while she sat in his office some days, helping him out in return by getting him coffee or lunch or an occasional shoulder massage when he got particularly stressed. An unofficial assistant of sorts.Â
âI feel like if I have to write the word âsaidâ one more time, my brain is going to explode.â She grumbled, pushing her laptop across the couch and leaning back on it. The leather seat in his office was by far the most comfortable one she had sat on and he happily invited her to come into the office to see him as often as she wanted. It was both practical and selfish on both ends.It was easier to work in a space like this and with the understanding that Harry really did have work he was doing, she focused on her own stuff. A quiet pair of people working in each otherâs company.Â
Add in the fact that he was the boss man, it made it much easier for her to come and go as she pleased.Â
âMm, sometimes authors get stuck with words in their novels. Theyâll have phrases they repeat a few too many times, usually gets called out in editing and fixed. Itâs not a bad thing. But with words that are action words like that, there are options. Yâknow, depending on the scene and tone. Murmured, muttered, peeped, whispered, whined, moaned, huffed, grumbled. Those sorts of words.â He tapped his pen against the desk as he lifted his eyes to her.Â
It didnât get old. Seeing her pretty face sitting in his office looking the way she did, much more comfortable than the night theyâd first met, but still appropriate for an office setting.
Sometimes he did let his mind wander into the roleplay aspect, wondering if she had been his real assistant if he would have made a move. If Y/N was the Y/N he knew now? Probably. Scandalous.Â
Today she wore a pair of black flowy pants and a matching turtleneck, but on top she had a chunky knit cardigan that was utterly adorable. It had yellow moons and stars, a deep purple color with sleeves she had to push up so they didnât hide her hands. His girl leaned into the office aesthetic when she came in so she didnât stick out too much but with him or when they were at his place or out together, he loved seeing her dressed in her normal clothing. She looked soft, whimsical almost. Like a little fairy.Â
âHm. Good point. I need to write down all the synonyms in my notes app and defer to that because if Iâm getting tired of writing it, I know whoever ends up reading it will get tired of seeing it too.â Her lips puffed to blow a strand of hair that had fallen from her bun, brows furrowed as she failed and made her hand ready up to tuck it behind her ear instead.Â
Again, cute.
âNot necessarily.â He replied, leaning back in his chair. âWeâre our own harshest critics. I doubt theyâre paying that much attention to that. The majority of people will be paying attention to world building, character development, plot, sex scenes, all that fun stuff. The exact wording isnât always the most important thing. But it shows that you care about quality.â He shot her a grin. âSo you will be successful.â
âMmm⊠and not because Iâm fucking the publishing head?â She grinned as she stood up, stretching her arms out.Â
âWell. That helps.â He wouldnât deny it. She had a leg up, but he wouldnât publish just anything. âIf it makes you feel better, I donât publish shit work. It isnât worth the reputation of my company. Your writing is genuinely good, my sweet.â He knew the drill by now. Her heeled boots were kicked off by the couch and she made her way over to him, the tiredness starting to hit her as she happily perched herself on his lap.Â
âGood to know.â She snorted before pressing a kiss to his scruffy cheek. The facial hair had grown but he was shaping it currently. She promised sheâd be okay with whatever he did to it but didnât want anything to happen to the mustache. That wasnât allowed to go. âWhat are you working on? Anything fun?âÂ
âNo, nothing incredibly interesting Iâm afraid.â His hand squeezed her hip underneath the cardigan. âI was working on some contracts earlier but every so often I pick up some submissions and read through them myself. This one is very bland, unfortunately. Thereâs potential, absolutely. Their writing style is lovely, but the plot falls flat and the characters are one dimensional. Sâlike they chose a specific stereotype and did nothing to differentiate them.â It was unfortunate.â It was a shame he came across all too often.
âItâs obvious this person is trying but theyâve never observed or met someone with these traits. I donât think you absolutely have to follow the rule âwrite what you knowâ, but I think a lot of the best works come from drawing from our own experiences. Romance, for them, doesnât seem to be a passion. Theyâd do better with mystery with their writing style as it is, but they have to improve on other aspects first.âÂ
âIs it hard for you to see stuff like that?â She asked curiously, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. âI can tell youâre a little disappointed with it, so I have to wonder if it happens a lot.â
âIt does. And it is hard when you see someone with potential not living up to it but I have faith that if we send them some constructive criticism notes that maybe they wonât see it as an attack but as a place of genuine care. Iâm going to have someone meet with them I think, give them my notes and have them explain it in nicer terms than the plain ones I used. Maybe they can work on it again and add more and weâd have a best seller.â He shrugged his shoulders. âI can see they care about it in the way they put details in, but it needs more.â
There was something incredibly attractive about listening to him talk about it. It was always attractive to see someone care and talk about their passions; but Harry was on another level. She could see it on his face that he was disappointed and knew the person could do better. While it made it all the more nerve wracking for her own novel, she had him working with her along the way.
He never told her where to go with her story in terms of ideas, but how to improve the mechanics. Reading over bits and telling her to take away a certain detail and add more in other places, or giving suggestions about how things could flow smoother. Heâd listened to her storyboard, after showing her the author equivalent of it, and gave his honest feedback from a publisher's point of view and then from a boyfriendâs point of view.
Sometimes it was more obvious that he was the one with miles more life experience in these instances but she couldnât be upset about it when it only aided in strengthening their relationship.Â
âI see.â She looked at the manuscript on the desk with the red pen of doom. âOof. The red pen is out⊠and youâve used it a lot.âÂ
âWell, there are errors.â He chuffed, kissing her cheek in return. âDid you get enough done?â The word count goal had been 3,000 for today, but he didnât make it for her. It was all on her. He simply helped keep her accountable.
âI did more. I think⊠4.5?â She tilted her head trying to remember. âNow my head feels like soup.â It did feel like mush right now. That was why the laptop was closed and abandoned and she was finding comfort in the man. It was like a reward.Â
âThatâs ace, my dove. Amazing.â He praised. The pride he felt for her was earned fair and square. She had been applying herself more now than ever. Since their first night together they hadnât really separated, seeing each other at least a few times a week. Her work ethic was there as she had zeroed in on what she wanted. âWhy donât we finish this up and go back to mine, mm?âÂ
Harry had been holding off all week. Heâd gone a bit rough one night and even though she said she was fine, he wanted to give her body time to relax. As much as he loved sex, he had wanted her body to enjoy it more than anything else. Not be overly swollen and sore the next day.Â
Today was going to be the day to break that. A full week of nothing but heated kisses, and she was as needy as needy could get. He felt her perk up at the mention, sitting up straighter in his lap.Â
âPlease! Letâs go. We can get food on the way home but I think we have some pressing matters to attend to.â She sniffed, standing from him and offering a hand to help him up. âChop chop. Get a move on, mister.â
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Two rounds in and he knew she could take it. Her poor cunt was a mess and he knew that as pretty as it was all drippy and swollen, she had been aching for him to get a try into her other hole. Theyâd had a proper discussion about it, and he had effectively been edging her the entire night. Fair? No, but she knew how he rolled. The promised pleasure first, experiments after. Just in case she wanted to stop, she got something out of the night.Â
Sheâd been warming his cock for a bit as he held her in his arms, cooing soft praises about how good of a girl she was, how brave she had been to ask for something new tonight when he felt her get impatient. She didnât need to say it. He knew her well enough now to understand what she wanted. Pulling his cock out and rubbing the tip against her asshole, pressing against it and spreading the sticky cum over the rim. âWant me tâfuck this tight little ass too? Fill you from both ends."
âWanna try.â She nodded, panting as her cunt contracted and his cum dribbled out of her pussy. âYouâre so big I⊠I dunno if I can take it. Go slow.â Y/N knew she was slightly cock drunk but she also trusted him. Heâd made her feel good already, took his time with everything else why wouldnât she want to test this with him?
âOkay, my sweet. Just relax.â Harry wasnât nervous, but he was cautious. His girl was precious cargo, and he wanted to make sure it felt as good as it could. Heâd done the work of stretching her with his fingers, but it was going to be a challenge to get him in there regardless. He slowly pushed his thick head past the tight rim of her back hole. Watching her face intently, his own contorted with pleasure. "You're doing so good, doll," he encouraged softly. "Just relax and let me in. You can take it."
The pressure was intense, and she hissed out a breath as he slowly pushed more and more of himself into her. His thick head stretched her wide, and he paused, letting her adjust to the new sensation. "Breathe." The reminder was whispered as he realized she was holding her breath, his hand carding through her hair tenderly.
"That's it, baby. You're taking it so well. Always do so good fâme." He praised, his voice low and soothing. He slowly pushed more of himself into her, inch by inch, his thick prick spreading her wide. She could feel every vein, every ridge, as he slowly filled her up.
As he slid deeper, Harry could feel the intense pressure and stretch around his girth. Her tight little hole was gripped tightly around his shaft, the muscles fluttering and contracting as he pushed his way inside. She felt like she was being split in two, her body struggling to accommodate his bigger size- but she was. Slowly but surely, he sunk into her fully.
She had done it.Â
âFuck.â She sobbed out, clinging to him as he got down to the base. Never in her life had she felt so full that way, so stretched. Only Harry could make her feel this way. It wasnât just the physical feeling, but the emotional one too. She trusted him more than she trusted anyone else. His guidance was priceless.
"You're doing so good, Youâve got it all in. Jusâ gotta let it adjust." he soothed, his voice strained as he fought to keep control. Giving her a moment to adjust, his hands stroking her hair and her cheeks, his thumb brushing away her tears. "You feel so hot around me, doll. So tight. Knew yâwould be."
âI wanna be⊠I want you to feel good.â She whispered, looking at him with wet eyes. âItâs just so big. Iâm tryinâ to take it.â It surely wasn't a beginner cock but she wasnât known for taking the easy way.
"You're doing so well, baby," he reassured her, his hands never leaving her. He slowly pulled out halfway before sinking in again, a little faster this time. "That's it... take me all the way in."
It was the fourth time he did it that she felt the pleasure. Both from the action and the thatch of hair at the base of his cock rubbing against her swollen clit, making her gasp. Her eyes fell shut as she leaned her head back, slowly relaxing into the bed.
He watched her face contorted in pleasure, his heart swelling with pride. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough. As she opened her eyes, he began to pick up the pace, his hips pressing against hers. "Mâso proud of you. Look at you, taking every bit of me.â
Y/N sent him a blissed out smile as her hand slipped between them, rubbing her own clit slowly as he fucked into her ass. There was nothing rushed about it, nothing frantic, and it felt good just to be. Her muscles relaxed, making it feel even better as his cock filled her hole. Soft moans left her mouth as she curled her other hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down so he was close. âAre they the best holes youâve had?â
Harryâs face was lax in his own pleasure as he felt her tight ass clench around his cock. âFuck, baby,â he groaned, his breath hot against her lips. âThey are. So fucking tight, so perfect. Canât compare them tâanything else.â He kept up his steady rhythm, loving how her body moved with his. âYou feel so good. Can never get enough of you.â He whispered, brushing a stray hair out of her face before stroking her puffy lip. They were so pretty. Kissing wasnât something heâd thought much of before, but he hadnât kissed Y/N. She had changed everything for him.Â
âBetter than that silly ex wife?â She prodded, watching with a little smirk as she watched him think it over. Y/N had a feeling she was by the way be was acting, but she wanted to hear it.
"Way better." he grunted, his hips snapping forward. "Little minx, yâjust need to ask that, hm? No need to be jealous. She never gets tâhave me again. Only y-you." He stuttered as her hand moved around his neck and she squeezed down hard on him. "Her holes were nothing compared to yours, doll. Nothing."
Y/N giggled as she choked him a little bit, watching his eyes widen before pulling. It was obvious that while he was the big man in charge- she could have fun too. âThatâs what I like to hear. Iâll tell you a secret, Harry.â Her lips brushed his as she kept the grip on his throat. Her lips were swollen and sensitive, the coarse facial hair brushing it and making her want to moan. âNone of the boys my age have ever made me cum. They never fucked my ass. Never fucked me raw. And you did it all.â
"And I'm gonna keep doing it," he rumbled, eyes burning with lust as she kissed him. His hand tightened in her hair, tugging gently and pulling her deeper into the kiss. âYouâve got a man now, no need to think of those boys.You want me tâkeep being nice to you? Keep making you cum?â
âIf you keep fucking me like this, I do. Want my man to be so, so nice to me.â She gasped as he pushed all the way in, balls rested snug against her ass as he slowly humped into her, the comfort of the fullness making her fingers work harder on her clit. âGotta- Gotta prove you can keep up with me, old man. That you c-can live up to the hype. I like the bit of silver at your temples butâŠâ Her moan was broken as he pulled out and pushed back in, jostling her. âGotta prove why older guys are b-better for pretty little things like me.â
"Oh, I'll prove it to you," he growled, picking up pace as he pounded into her tight ass. She had no idea just how badly heâd needed her to walk into his life. Thank god she had. This was everything he had ever wanted. "And right now, you need me to wreck this little hole until you can't walk straight. You need me to show you how a real man handles his woman. I'll give you everything you crave, everything you need. You just have to let go and trust me.â The man had every intention of proving how much better he could be for her than she could ever imagine.
"Fuck, look at this cunt." He muttered, reaching down to spread her dripping pussy apart. "It's absolutely soaked, just dripping down. Love it, hm?â The smugness in his tone would usually make her scowl but there was no denying it. The proof was right there. It was undeniable. âYou're so turned on, baby. It's making it easier for me to fuck this tight little ass of yours." The glossy, hard flesh glistened with slick, dripping down onto the bed beneath her. His own cum intermingled with her own, making his movements smoother as he pushed in and out of her, coating her holes with their combined essence.
Her face was a mask of pure ecstasy, her eyes rolled back in her head as she whimpered in pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. Her asshole clenching and unclenching around his thick cock with each thrust, trying to milk him for all he was worth. Her body was feeling tingly, her legs trembling as he fucking into her ass, the sound of her arousal and his hips hitting her skin filling the room. She was completely lost in the pleasure, her mind clouded by the overwhelming sensation of being thoroughly fucked.
As she reached the peak of her orgasm, he took over and began rubbing her clit with his own thumb, the sensation sending waves of pleasure cascading through her body. She cried out, her pussy gushing as she came harder than she would have imagined being fucked like this. She was so overwhelmed that she could only hold limply onto his arms as he continued to pound into her, his thick cock stretching her hole as it thrust through the waves of her intense orgasm.
His face contorted, vein bulging in his neck as he struggled to hold back. "You feel too good, baby. I can't... I can't hold back any longer." His heavy balls drew up close to his body, ready to unleash another load inside of her. The feeling of her taut muscles milking him, the way she clung to him with every fiber of her being, it was too much. He was sensitive himself, but he wanted to deliver everything she wanted.
"Please, Harry...Please,come inside me... I wanna feel you fill me up. Want it everywhere." She panted, her voice desperate with need. Half of the fun of sex was seeing him lose that control he so easily held in all other scenarios. She wanted to make him feel just as good as he made her feel. He deserved it.
His restraint shattered at her words. "Fuck, you're gonna get what you asked for."
With a guttural groan, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and let go, his hot load pulsing into her hole in thick ropes. She felt each ribbon scalding her , marking her as his. "That's it, take it all... Thatâs mâgirl.â He kept cumming, his cock twitching as he filled her. Ribbon after ribbon filled her up until she was overflowing with his load, almost overwhelmingly so. He finally slowed, his chest heaving, before gently pulling out of her ass, his cock glistening with the evidence of their fuck.
With a sense of possessive pride, he watched as his cum began to leak out of her stretched hole, dripping down her thighs. It was satisfying in the filthiest way. Primal and caveman in every sense of the word, he loved knowing that he had done it. Heâd taken every one of her holes and made her his in the dirtiest type of way. He gently spread her cheeks apart, admiring the sight of his mark leaking from her. "Look at that... You're so full of me, Sâthat what you wanted?â
âMhm.â She smiled, slightly drunk on the orgasm and the fact that he had pushed her further than anyone else had before. it was a good feeling in her body, the beginnings of soreness and the calming heat of his hands as he caressed her the way he wanted. âExactly what I wanted. Think Mâgonna have to keep you around so we can do that again.â
âIâd hope so.â He laughed tiredly, pushing back down to take her mouth for another kiss. âIâm far from finished with you, sweet little thing. But I think Iâve ravaged your body enough. Think you need a bath and some tea, get you ready to sleep.âÂ
Aftercare wasnât something sheâd experienced in any other relationship either, but she realized now it was probably a Harry exclusive thing. He was phenomenal at it. A lot of things, honestly. He experimented with her responsibly, took care of her after every round of sex, checked in on her, made sure she was eating proper meals, and helped her with her career. Sheâd lucked out with him. Whatever his ex wife was thinking, she had no clue- but she wasnât about to waste a single bit of him.
âDo you have chamomile?â She asked softly, pecking his lips in return.Â
âWhat do you take me for? Course Iâve got it.â He scoffed, pinching her chin. âBut if I didnât, Iâd find some for you. Know itâs your favorite. Added it to the grocery list, along with your cereal, your rancid battery acid energy drinks, and the sweet and salty popcorn.âÂ
âItâs good battery acid, Iâll have you know.â She giggled, carding her fingers through his hair. He did have a bit of gray going on the temples but it was sexy. Just hearing how much he cared and put effort into the tiny things made her giddy.Â
âYeah, yeah. We can talk about your poison in the morning. Itâs time to get clean and go tâsleep. Tomorrow may be the day you write five thousand words. You never know.â
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umemiya is such a sweet big brother type of character i feel he's a BIG family man so imagine the sort of thoughts that would be thunk when he sees his s/o taking care of the younger furin members/children in general.. đđ could be both nsfw and sfw too hehe
eeeee an ume ask! tysm anon. of course, i live to provide for the ume girlies too. him being a huge family guy is making me sweat a lil. hoooooo- đ„č
thinking about being fresh into a relationship with ume and him⊠realizing some things way too soon.
đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ : breeding breeding BREEDING. breeder ballz ume. imagined sexual scenarios. general seggs.
NSFW under the cut. +18 stuff. MDNI, pookie. sowwie. you know the drill.
just like most nights, you and the Furin boys congregate to the Pothos Café.
also just like most nights, you find yourself standing over the first yearsâ table, playfully nagging at sakura for getting scratched up after you just patched him up good yesterday.
ume, being the absolute best boyfriend that he is, he doesnât look on in jealousy. hell. heâs smiling so stupidly that hiragi spares him a glance and grins at him.
âtake a picture it lasts longer,â hiragi teases, taking a sip from his black coffee, nudging ume out of his love induced stupor.
âcan you blame me though? I mean, look at them,â he sighs wistfully, motioning to your table. hiragi follows his gaze.
youâre still there, fighting and giggling with a now red sakura, desperately trying to reach him to clean his wounds. itâs absolute chaos but seeing you getting along with the furin members and doting on them like your own siblings is only making ume fall for you even harder.
how his heart swoons at the thought of having you be a permanent fixture to his found family. how he wants to get married to you one day, to take care of a family of your own. âsheâd be such a good mother to my kids,â he thinks. but before he realizes he was thinking out loud, he slowly turns to a smirking hiragi. âhm? say whatnow?â hiragi prods.
Pause.
âsheâd be such a good mother to my kids,â he finally manages to think silently. he rotates that thought around in his mind like a puzzle, panicking inwardly. isnât it a bit too soon to think of those things? right? I mean, you just got into a relationship with him after being friends for years â canât be, right? to save face, he only chuckles, waving hiragi off with a limp hand.
âitâs a grown up thought. you wouldnât get it.â he teases. but damn. just looking at you from across the cafĂ© right nowâs stirring a different type of feeling within him.
he finds you again in his thoughts that night in his room, your tight cunt is in the form of his fist. your name falling from his lips as he pumps on his length. his eyebrows are knit together so tightly, his eyes closed, imagining you laid out on his bed, pussy dripping with his cum. if he canât have you the way he wants right now, heâll just have to put his mind to work.
he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder as he slides in for the nth time that night in his thoughts, the wet squelch ever audible. heâs reaching you deeper in this position now, eager to shoot more of his load as close to your womb as possible â overload it, even. it spills, drips down onto his bedsheets but he doesnât care.
ây-youâre gonna be such a great mother,â you hear him groan. youâre way too fucked out to respond while his eyes are raking down your naked form, breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust. sweaty and panting, you reach down to rub at your clit and he bites back a moan at the added sensation. youâre tightening up around him. his fat breeder balls slap against your ass. itâs fucking amazing how endless his stamina is. you can only let out a weak whimper in response.
some days, he makes love to you so gently in his mind, taking his sweet time to bring you the pleasure you so deserve. pressing gentle kisses along your legs, your belly, your chest.
but lately, heâs been wanting to fold you over and fuck you senselessly, fucking his cum deeper inside of you. itâs downright nasty, roughâbut can you blame him?
he needs to fucking breed you.
âgonna fill you up, baby. gonna put a baby in ya-â he reaches down to cup your cheek in his hand. you instinctively lean into his touch and he swears his heart skips a beat. âyâwant that? all plump with our kid inside of you. gonna look even more beautiful-â he chuckles, ramming harder into you. his grip tightens around your leg, a pattern of crescents litter your soft flesh as he keeps a steady grip using it as leverage to fuck deeper.
you feel a tight coil in your belly, wanting to cum again on his thick, thick breeder cock. your fingers fly to the sheets below you, gripping so desperately with your head buried into the pillow beside you. moans and screams muffled by the saliva-soaked material.
âthatâs right, sweetheart. cum. cum with me. f-fuuugh-!â a groan leaves your boyfriendâs lips as he feverishly rubs at your clit, bringing you to cum with him. a mixture of his juices and yours dribble down his balls and down your thighs, soaking the mattress further.
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his toes curl and his back arches away from his bed as he pumps his cock desperately, your name escaping his lips unbidden in pants and whimpers. his cum squirts far, even reaching his cheek and his pillow.
âfuuuuck,â he whispers to himself, sitting up from his bed to wipe himself up, already dreading the clean up process.
but his doorknob turns with a gentle knock on his door.
you catch him looking like a deer in headlights, cock still in hand and cum smearing his uniform and cheek.
smirking, you step inside his room slowly, eyeing him down with a blush creeping up your neck.
âIâd be a âgreat motherâ, huh?â
the door closes with a click behind you.
shit.
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a/n: đźâđš gotta love me some desperate ume.
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(unedited)Âł retired simon has nowhere to go, so you offer. { his pov } [ one, two, three]
sheâs like a breath of fresh air. bright and cold. a gust so frigid that it sends goosebumps to shroud his skin. like the first fall of snow. was it december now? how long has it been since heâd left? how long has he wandered? adrift like a buoy at sea. but strangely stuck, straying in place. like some sort of ghost. trapped and terrified.
he thinks sheâs naive. strange, even. like a child left outside without supervision. prone to being up to no good. sheâs insistent in her little fiat car. her hands are covered in a pair of creme wool gloves. and when he looks close enough he notices that theyâre fraying at the seam. worn. loved.
she says her name. itâs pretty, her name. it fits. sheâs expectant, waiting for him to speak. give her something, anything heâs sure. she seems like a good girl. too good, too much for him, not enough for her. he hardly even knew her. but she wants to know you. sheâs being nice. nothing more. simon. thatâs what he tells her and it rolls off her tongue faultlessly. âwell, weâre not strangers anymore, simon.â is what she says. he finds her amusing.
itâs her eyes. thatâs what makes him slide into the passenger seat. they're wide. warm. nervousâ despite her being the one to offer him a ride. itâs endearing, if not a bit entertaining. and the cold has already frozen his body. he can hardly feel his feet. but he deserves this. this life that heâs been subjected to.
sheâs an anxious thing. her gloved hands drum lightly against the steering wheel. sheâs shit at making small talk. and from the reflection of the car window, he can see the way she works her bottom lip into her mouth. heâs tempted to thumb it from within the wet heat. he doesn't.
âcould be a killer.â she smiles. her eyes brighten. itâs small but he finds himself forgetting to breathe. in and out. in and out. she smells temptingly like honey and spices, all tangy and sweet. fuck. he holds his breath. âare you?â he doesn't respond. after all the killing. the blood that stains his hands. his skin. won't come off no matter how hard he scrubs. heâs a murderer. yes, i am. sheâs too trusting. he wouldn't hurt her. never.
small. is how he would describe the apartment. small but homey. filled with greenery, color, and a tiny christmas tree. itâs tucked away. surrounded by lights at its base. it smells like chocolate, milk to be specific. but her as well. honeyed spices and dried fruits, tangy and sweet. the radio that he hears plays quietly. silent night in instrumental. his heart tightens in his chest.
heâs not sure how he ended up here. surrounded by her four walls. she suggests sweetly. eyes wide and sad at his destination. he declines. she isn't the type to take no for an answer. her brows are knitted. hands tightening. heâs enamored. he shouldn't stay. he should tuck and roll out the car while he has the chance. run. like heâs used to doing. too late the two pull in. sheâs pleased with herself. he grins faintly beneath his mask. cute.
the couch is a bed. it pulls out into one anyway. she busies herself. shuffling to get sheets and a comforter. itâs a faded baby blue, printed with delicate flowers. and she looks proud. smiling at the cozy couch. her lips are coated in a sheen. from the lip balm sheâd put on a second ago. and he adverts his eyes when she looks toward him. couldn't meet those wide eyes. sweet and nervous. he stares instead at the makeshift bed. she speaks. grins awkwardly.
âthank you.â he means it. itâs stiff. his voice hoarse from the cold but, he means itâ no matter how gruff it comes out. her hands. no longer swathed by wool gloves, slide down denim-clad thighs. lips press. and her head nods. she says his name again, but scurries before he can reply, and maybe itâs for the best. he can barely speak.
click.
he shouldn't. but he finds himself amused. good girl. he was still a stranger after all. a strange man she has willingly invited into her home. he wondered briefly if she was right in the head. right to slow for him. to smile at him. she couldn't be. unsure. he canât get comfortable. just lays there and listens to her faint voice. walls thin. voice muffled. but words clear. âdie tonight.ââ ââŠlove you.â he ponders.
he doesn't remember a ring. friend? mom? boyfriend? his heart aches. he doesn't know her. he has no right to feel anything. she was nice, too good. he was the opposite, with nowhere to go. nothing to offer. why was he here? he should leave. but sleep weighs heavy on his eyes. bing crosby lulls him to sleep. heâd be gone before she woke.
i've always thought simon to have very choppy thoughts. and always being very in his head. very observant. so yeah. listened to christmas music making this! hehehe
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A tommy idea: he hires us to help take care of his kids when theyâre home but he soon realizes that he likes us more and more seeing how maternal we are with them. Heâs constantly checking us out, when we bend over heâs always accidentally bedons us, good girl girl and praising us for doing well taking care of them, and the idea of us carrying his next baby also turns him on so much
oh my goddddd!! this turned out pretty short cause I wrote it in my car on break from work đ but I just had to do this concept pronto
warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, slightly dubious consent (tommy is a little... pushy), age gap (not specified, everybody's grown), breeding kink
You were bouncing the little one on your hip when he came in; you gestured to the older child, already asleep, as a reminder to Thomas to speak softly so she wouldn't wake.
He approached you slowly, waving a quick hello to the baby but otherwise just watching him slowly shut his eyes as he drifted off.
"The children adore you," he noticed, smiling proudly, "as do I."
"I adore them," you returned, "and I'm... thankful you hired me to care for them."
You felt his gaze on you as you gently laid the baby in his crib, feeling a little strange about him standing so close behind you while you were bent over. "Don't you ever want any of your own?" he asked, lowering his voice a bit. "You'd make a lovely mother..."
He trailed off for a moment, his fingers brushing over your back through your dress, making your breath catch.
"...and such a sweet little wife, too," he added with a slow breath. You shuddered, turning to face him and completely intending to tell him how inappropriate this was, but the look in his eyes shut you up in a second.
"M-Mr. Shelby..." you mumbled, blinking up at him as he stepped closer again, nearly pressing his body to yours-- you tried to step back but only found yourself pressed against the crib.
"Well?" he pressed. "Don't you want children?"
"M-maybe someday," you answered nervously, struggling to keep your attention on the conversation when he rubbed your arm through your sleeve. "But I think I'm still too young--"
He knit his brows together, shaking his head. "Oh, no-- you're the perfect age for it, darling..."
You swallowed thickly, his fingers running gently over your jaw and lifting your chin so he could get a better look at your nervous, confused expression.
"You should have one," he decided suddenly, "and I should have another."
You opened your mouth to disagree, but nothing really came out... instead, he just pulled you into a kiss: slow, gentle, patient. You knew Tommy could be a volatile man, even violent, but you'd never known he could be so tender.
Of course, it didn't last long. He was anything but slow or gentle or patient when he had you in his bedroom, pressed up against the wall as he drove into you mercilessly, holding your legs open as he grunted with each rough thrust into your heat. "Good girl," he growled as your head fell back with a sigh of pleasure, "look how well you take it. I knew you needed a baby in you, darling-- as soon as I saw you, I knew. This body of yours just begging to be bred..."
You whined and bit your lip, but a hard thrust that went just a bit too deep made you yelp loudly-- and his hand quickly snapped over your mouth, muffling your noises as he panted in your ear.
"Shh, not so loud," he warned, "you don't want to wake the baby..."
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Legend of the Drider(Pt2)
Male!Drider x Fem!Reader
Kofi Request
Pt 1
summary: the aftermath of mating with the drider of myth
wk: 800+ words
Life with your drider lover was surprisingly⊠fulfilling,
After successfully being able to carry his clutch of eggs, he was happier than ever with you. Since mating with you, he had been treating you like a princess.
No⊠a queen.
Although he had already mated with you, the creature was a traditional man, going about the courting process one normally would in his culture.
The first thing he did was find an abandoned cabin. You needed somewhere safe and comfortable to live, especially as the fall started to change into the unforgiving winter. Being high up in the mountains meant it was rough, and he wanted his mate to be warm and happy while carrying his clutch.
The cabin wasnât anything special, and youâd have to do some renovations before it would be livable. Thankfully your mate had collected many trinkets, coins, and random wallets containing large sums of money. It was a courting present to you, and it all went to repairing the cabin.
Once it was livable, he was determined to keep you under him and warm at all times. He was almost like a cat, trying to lay in your lap and rub his scent on you.
âHeavyâŠâ you whimpered, causing him to slowly skitter back a bit. He lowered himself, sitting on the ground so his torso was level with you on the couch.
âBetter?â
You nodded, kissing his cheek.
Sex was a common occurrence, and he had the strange urge to tie you up and stuff you full of more eggs. He knew you were already carrying his clutch, but the scent of your pregnancy hormones made him go wild.
Feeling his fangs press against your neck, you let out a soft mewl. He loved giving you a low dose of his aphrodisiac venom to make you squirm while he pushed his cock into you.
His hands stayed on your belly, rubbing gently while he kissed the bite marks he had left on your neck, lapping up the little pinpricks of blood.
âSuch a sweet thing⊠how I adore you.â
He was soft and sweet with you, always making sure your pregnancy cravings were taken care of and you felt loved. His heart swelled with pride to see you so content and well taken care of, proving that he was a good mate and providing you with everything you needed.
It was easy to take your college classes online, and even though your lover got a bit sulky when you said you eventually wanted to follow your dreams and become a photographer, he did everything in his power to make it happen.
While your babies grew in your belly, your lover began producing tons of spider silk. He confessed that he learned to knit from one of the females, and started making little sweaters for all of your babies.
Some baby driders came out fully independent, which made you sad to think about. You had severe pregnancy hormones and you wanted to mother some baby spiders damn it!
He reassured you that his species required motherly care, and that because he had mated a human, the babies would be more human-like.
The cabin became less like a place to live in and more of a home. Your lover hunted at night, and slept through most of the day. He was such a clingy thing, curling with you and whining if you got up to pee at night. He hated being away from you for even a second⊠especially as his paternal instincts started kicking in.
Recently he had been aggressive towards any other creature that dared to come near the cabin, and started building a nest out of his silk webs so youâd have somewhere comfortable to give birth.
As your due date drew nearer, he grew more possessive and territorial, making sure to scent and mark you. It wasnât often that you had any time for yourself, he was inconsolable when you experienced even the slightest pain.
âI donât want you to be in pain, love. Iâm so sorry, I know itâll hurt to give birth⊠I wish I could make it all go away.â
He was with you for the whole process, his hand in yours as you gave birth to 3 healthy drider babies. They were small, with the cutest little spider legs and chubby cheeks. Each fussed and cried as they entered the world, already seeking comfort from you, their mother.
From that moment on, everything seemed to click into place. Your little ones nursed as you teared up a bit. You had brought these little ones into the world, and your lover couldnât be more happy with it.
âDo you think Iâll be a good mother?â
Your question was met with a chuckle. Your love leaned down to nuzzle against you, his eyes half lidded with contentment.
âI donât think so, I know you will.â
ââââââ
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Mother Knows No Bounds
prompt: you are Rhaenyra's daughter, married to Prince Aemond, and the subject of Alicent's hatred. one day, she takes it too far.
pairing: Aemond Targaryen x female!reader -> technically Velaryon!wife!reader, but you can pick and choose
fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon
word count: 5.7k+
note: 10,000 points to your Hogwarts House if you can find the Lord of the Rings quote
warnings: cursing, vilified!Alicent, Aemond needs his big brother. descriptions of potentially triggering content: miscarriages, natural abortions, toxic family being toxic; um is this technically neglect? abuse? potentially triggering description of medical phenomenons, i guess OC Aemond ?
please note again and do not proceed if you are triggered by any of the following content: descriptions of potentially triggering content: miscarriages, natural abortions, involuntary termination, depiction of medical procedure.
you are not missing anything by skipping this, please value your comfort!
The city had come to a screeching halt the moment extreme temperatures skyrocketed, citizens unable to bear the scorching sun during waking, working hours. It was only the brave, stupid, poor, or accommodated persons that dared venture about their lives when the heat index had tripled; silent, since the heat was so sweltering, nobody wanted to add to it by talking. Even the animals were quiet and scarce around the streets, most seeking shelter under any shade they could find.
Women skinny dipped. Children ran around without their clothes. Men forewent any and all armor, most even going shirtless.
The guards were on short patrols and constantly rotated to try and save them from heatstroke. The fishermen all left port to spend time on the water since it was cooler than being on land. Whores wore less than ever before. Vendors constructed makeshift fans for their own air current.
The temperature spike was truly murderous. At dusk, gravediggers traveled the city with a bell and horse-toted cart, announcing if anyone wanted their dead disposed of, now was the time. The heat caused any elderly to dehydrate, their hearts simply stopping; and for young children to overheat and catch too-high fevers.
It was a dreadful time to be alive in King's Landing because the city had next to no coverage, so, the sun beat down on citizens in a suffocating, unbearable, offensive manner. None stood a chance: the young, old, rich, poor, everyone was a target.
For some reason, the fat Lords of the Realm had demanded the King hold court to voice their complaints; temperatures making many operate on short fuses. However, due to his sickly, deteriorating state and wicked weather, King Viserys was unable to sit the Throne; the responsibility falling onto the Hand of the King, Otto Hightower. And because she was Queen, his daughter, Alicent was always in attendance.
Yet for some reason, she had sent guards and servants to retrieve her children - including you.
You'd been married to Aemond about 21 months, and while a seemingly short time, certain single days felt more like three when loved by a man you considered your best friend. You had known the One Eyed Prince back when he had no need for an eyepatch, sapphire, or silly nickname, and for years, you were decent friends before growing to attach at the hip. He was kind, sweet, intelligent, and best of all, he was a wildly good listener. Even as a child, he didn't talk too much, but still more than he did now; and all his life, he was simply a listener. It made for a peaceful and trustworthy marriage.
21 months of marriage, and now, (almost) 7 months pregnant.
Aemond was over the moon with pride, joy, and excitement when you told him the news. He was eager to meet the babe, and the moment he learned, Aemond started gathering whatever material and furniture he could. He commissioned 11 Septas to knit a series of baby blankets; most with Targaryen colors and / or design. Otto was happy to see his grandson looking forward to married life, and Helaena was elated for you both. She's always liked you like a sister, always thought you were kind, just, and fair, with a healthy balance of being stubborn - all topped off with heaping loyalty. To everyone's surprise, even Aegon sincerely offered congratulations to you both when you broke the joyful news, telling you and Aemond he was excited to meet his newest niece or nephew.
However, amongst the fanfare and triumph, two women remained permanently dismayed by the entire marriage that the prospect of a child genuinely angered them.
The first woman was your mother, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, but she was annoyed simply because she knew the Targaryen Curse was real and thought this was not something you should endure. You were her firstborn, her brightest star, her dearest love; she worried herself to the brim about you, and while she respected your marriage, she's never offered approval.
The second woman was Aemond's mother, Queen Alicent Hightower, who chose to silently seeth to herself (for a time) instead of voicing any opinion or emotion. Years ago, she and your mother were the closest of friends, and after she married Viserys, Alicent lost her friend and the tension has only festered from there. However, now that Rhaenyra was living on Dragonstone, you were the only person close enough to take the brunt end of Alicent's anger and she found new ways to project that. Simply put, she despised you - but she would've hated whoever "took" her (unofficial) favorite child "from" her; who became the leading lady in his life. Alicent's anger was justified, but only towards Rhaenyra - not you.
Yet communication and emotional intelligence was rare in this day.
Alicent knew you were innocent of everything. Yet somedays, she could not restrain her anger and would lash out like a dog chained-up; but you had thick skin. You always endured her quick jabs, sharp tongue, and snarling insults because you loved and respected Aemond too much to bite back at his mother. However, while most days, Alicent was amicable, some days, she was a downright bitch, and other days, she was absolutely diabolical.
Alicent's anger took over and when this happened, she was powerless towards impulse; resulting in usually terribly stressful events that honestly have no business being so fucking stressful - or even further, by becoming catastrophic. For example, years ago, when Luke cut Aemond's eye from his socket, she took the King's dagger from his person and tried to attack Rhaenyra. She ended up slicing the Crowned Princess' forearm, but far more damage was already done, and nothing would ever be the same.
Alicent's anger often blinded her and drove her to impulsive decisions or reactions, and this today, in this heatwave, she went too far.
You were sat in your bedchambers, Aemond at your side as you both listened to a sweating Grand Maester; both your hand and your husband's resting on the curve of your pregnant belly.
"Now, remember, Princess, in these conditions, it's important to lay low for the sake of your health and the baby's. Don't be on your feet in the heat too long, don't exert yourself, drink more water than you usually would, and rest as much as possible." He handed you a tea bag, explaining, "For the nerves before bed."
"Thank you," you agreed, taking what he offered. Aemond saw the Grand Maester out of your chambers as you sighed, using a handheld fan to wave cooler air over your face.
"It's criminal, this heat. Gotta get someone in here with a fan," Aemond mumbled to himself, leading you to a lounge chair to rest on. "Can I get you anything, sweet love?"
"Water, if you'd please," you smiled.
He agreed and stood, but just then, a knock sounded at the door. "Come in," Aemond permitted, moving to the table in the room to pour you a goblet of water. The guard who entered wasn't known to you by name, but Aemond greeted him casually, "Ser Mythos. What do we own this pleasure?"
"The Queen's requested you both in the Throne Room, my Prince."
"Do you know why?" Aemond grit.
"The Queen's requested you both in the Throne Room, my Prince."
"I've asked you why."
"The Queen's requested you both in the Throne Room, my Prince."
"Fuck's sake," you snapped, "we heard you! Yeah? Gods," you cursed, head tilted back in annoyance; eyes squeezing shut as your child kicked your bladder.
"The Queen has requested you both in the Throne Room, my Lady and my Prince."
Aemond glanced at you, sighed shortly through his nose, then turned to Ser Mythos to snap, "I will be along shortly, but my wife was told to rest in this heat for our baby's health. We'll need palms brought in for fanning."
"And the Queen has requested you both in the Throne Room, my Prince, both of you. Both, my Prince, both."
Your eyes rolled, telling Aemond, "I think the Queen wants us both, my love." Then shifted your glare towards the messenger, sounding as tired as you looked, "All right, fine, fine, fine, fucking fine, give us a moment to dress and we will be there presently."
"My Lady," the guard accepted, turned, and left the room.
"What could Mother want with us both?" Aemond snipped at you when the door shut with an echoing-clang.
"Does it matter? She's called for us," you frowned.
"They can at least call you by your proper title - we are married now. You are a Princess of the City, they should address you as such."
You waved him off, "Who cares about that? C'mere. Help me up, my love, please. Your kid's sitting heavy."
You and Aemond dressed for court in thin clothing before fixing your hair so it didn't cling to either of your necks. It was already far too warm to even think properly, and surely, nobody would judge if you attended court with your hair pulled up, nor judge Aemond for the fashionably bun you convinced him to wear. No make-up was used, no heels; no corset, nor any pinch of leather. Aemond didn't like the last bit, but you were stern in your worry, telling him that leather would retain his body heat and today was already stifling enough.
When ready, you vacated your chambers and walked to the Throne Room, seeing it filled with a sizable crowd that surely would do nothing to help the sticky heat hanging in the air. Aemond held your hand tightly with his head held high to lead you towards his mother, who stood at the base of the Iron Throne. When close enough, Aemond asked, "You called for us, Your Grace?"
"I did," she eyed you both. "This is a good learning opportunity for you both, I thought it best we were all here."
"Mother, it's too hot for - "
"We are all suffering the same heat," she cut Aemond off.
"Yes, but my wife is pregnant, Mother. The Maester told her to rest, not stand in court with a hundred bloody people."
"You mean to tell me she has a higher priority than - "
"Yes. That is what I am saying, Mother. My wife certainly has priority over everything else as far as I am concerned."
Alicent shook her head, "For as long as we hold places in court, we will attend court. All of us, as a united family. Now, pay attention, you both will hold places here after King Viserys, best you know this all now."
So, you stood there like an obedient dog as slowly, one person after another approached the Throne to tell Ser Otto Hightower their grievances. They yapped up all the advice and court rulings; Aemond standing at your side, and while he was listening to what was being said, he also kept an eye on you out of sheer worry. There was no air to blow, no window to open; mediocre fans and palms brought in to manually wave by a few sets of servants. Yet it wasn't enough.
Sweat bulleted on brows. Pale cheeks flushed with heat. Legs started to shake from stress. Clothes dampened and clung to skin.
You were all of the above and then some!
The heat felt criminally offensive, and you knew you wore your displeasure on your face. Discomfort while pregnant isn't easy to hide, your hand smoothing over your belly as you exhaled a slow, calming breath that did literally nothing to aid your tangible anger. The common folk still reported to Otto, but you knew this was far from over, trying to blink back your discomfort as your stomach churned; twisted; started to cramp with increasingly stabbing pain. The heat festered a headache and soon, the nausea set in.
Taking another deep, long breath, you focused on the man complaining about his neighbor stealing his crops, his silver, and how the other man was fucking his wife - in his very own barn! The man asked for permission to sentence the neighbor to trial by combat, and for the life of you, you could not understand why you needed to be present for this.
Another farmer came up, saying there were too many maggots in his fields and needed the King's coin to bring in specialized mulch for himself and all the farmers in all of the Riverlands - who were plagued by this contagious maggot infestation.
Some Lord of Some Lineage From Some Castle of Some Place came up and asked for an increased patrol of "the King's Men", sell swords sent to "keep the King's peace." A group with radically different tactics than Daemon's Gold Cloaks.
This "Some Lord of Some Lineage From Some Castle of Some Place" even presented his daughter, saying she was fit to marry the Prince Aemond. Eyes turned to you and for whatever reason, you felt embarrassed by the sudden attention. So, you shied away from it, shifting slightly closer to Aemond as Otto spoke with a bored expression, "Prince Aemond is wedded already. As is his brother, Prince Aegon."
"What 'bout the li'l one?"
"Pardon?" Otto blinked.
"The Queen's last son?"
"With respect, my Lord, our son is still a child learning the ways of the world and is no way fit to marry quite yet," Alicent cut in, your feet going numb and making you sway slightly. "The Crown has learned from other marriage pacts to examine all offers carefully," but Alicent's sharp words flew over your head as something in your stomach pinched sharply like a severe period cramp. Your breathing came out in shudders; holding onto Aemond securely as he looked down at you with worry.
Your entire face, neck, and chest glistened with sweat. It clung to your hair, raced down your chest, and when he got a closer look, he didn't like the discoloration to your skin. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong...
"Then it shall be a long engagement so you might consider my daughter well!" The Lord barked, laughing gruffly. "She is not a disappointment, my Lord Hand."
"The Crown will consider your offer, Lord Peregrin, but the Crown must weigh other presented offers before marrying young Prince Daeron to anyone," Otto spoke diplomatically.
"Aye, I'll offer her dowry. Twenty thousand good men for your army, and I can spare about 500 Gold Dragons."
"Our army? Are we at war?" Otto faked a chuckle, your vision starting to blur but you refused to cause a scene. Your mouth had cotton in it; tongue sticking to your roof and your cramps were getting worse. You sweat so much, it was running down your neck, forehead, shoulders, lips, thighs, chest.
"Well, no, perhaps not in this moment, Lord Hand - Your Grace - but we know the rumors about the King's lineage," the Lord spoke boldly, making your blood boil, but the pain was over-powering your ability to speak. Tears actually coated your eyes. "Prince Aegon should be named the rightful heir to the Throne, so, if the time comes that he needs an army, my daughter's marriage to Prince Daeron would guarantee those men and swords."
Otto sighed as you gulped harshly, wincing in pain, a single tear rolling down your cheek. The cramping intensified, the bolts of pain setting your muscles on fire and radiating into your organs - or so it felt like. The Throne Room was too hot for you to withstand much longer; there was no water, and you'd been standing there going on three hours. Not to mention, you had been throwing up terribly violent in the night and mornings, meaning, you were probably (very likely) very dehydrated and that wasn't good for you nor the baby.
The longer you stood there, the sicker you felt. The longer you stood there, the more Aemond worried. The longer you stood there, the more time you had to develop a strong resentment towards Alicent. Your hand went to your belly, trying to regulate your breathing, but even your dress gave you away - sweat darkening the hemlines. Since finding out you were pregnant, you and Aemond agreed you would no longer wear corsets, and for a whole weekend, he took you to Highgarden to visit the tailors. They created a whole new "maternity wardrobe" that was loose but still womanly by being formfitting. They were made of breathable material, since Highgarden was tropical and often warm; and Aemond adored the sight of your bump.
"Aemond," you whispered, your husband looking down at you but so did Alicent. "I'm not feeling well, my love. I-I need to sit, I need water."
"We're almost done - "
"This is not the time to distract everyone," Alicent snapped quietly at you. "Focus, and let Aemond focus, too, he's the Prince. You don't need him for your every whim."
You only nodded and closed your mouth, clearing your throat of emotion, knowing something didn't wasn't right. It was more than a gut feeling now, you just inherently knew something was wrong. Disconnected. Short circuiting.
The hall was too hot.
Stifling hot. Suffocatingly hot. Stuffy sort of hot.
Overwhelmingly hot.
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, so fucking hot!
Your nausea got worse to the point you were going to hurl at any moment. You know that feeling? C'mon, yes you do! You start to feel a little shaky, then your mouth starts "sweating" (or watering) and you even get a little clammy; maybe you even start to look gaunt? Maybe your skin changes color? That feeling? Yeah, that's exactly what was happening!
So, to keep calm, you just start taking long, deep breaths. The last thing you wanted to do was panic when surrounded by so many members of court... Then something that felt like urine raced down your inner thighs, yet you barely noticed it, too distracted with keeping upright. Blood puddled beneath your skirts on the stone but nobody noticed yet. More Lords came and went, some Ladies, more and more farmers with trivial disputes. Fathers, sons, uncles, neighbors, you name it!
However, to your earnest shock, when a particularly amusing man came to speak to the King('s Hand), Aegon had glanced at his brother with an amused smirk, but caught sight of you, requiring a double-take. "Brother," Aegon turned from his 'front row seat', showing a rare moment of emotion by looking concerned at your being. "Oh, Gods, fuck," he worried, looking ready to extend his arms to you.
"Fuck," Aemond breathed, turning you to face him. "Can you hear me, sweet love? Hey, hey," he spoke your name, "can you hear me?"
But it was as if you were in a trance. Waves crushed over your ears, sweat rolling down your skin, appearing clammy and as if not in your own body. Aegon jolted forward when your eyes rolled back in your head, knees buckling, forcing your husband to catch you before you began your descent to the ground. When he caught you, it revealed the blood from under your skirts, and when Aemond got you on the ground, he realized your legs were coated in slick, mucus, and both dried and fresh blood; indicating you had been bleeding for hours.
"Call the Maester!" Aemond barked. "Get the bloody Maester!"
"She's bleeding," Aegon pointed out.
"I have eyes to see, brother, I know she is bleeding!" Aemond snapped, his panic tangible. "Love! My sweet love, please, open your eyes, please. Fuck's sake, please, open your eyes - let me see them. Sweetheart, please, c'mon - FUCK! Brother! Brother, help, please, there's blood! There's too much blood! Aegon! What do I do!? Aegon, please! What do I do!?"
"Let her breathe, brother, the Maester's are coming, it's gonna be all right, I-I've heard this can happen. Okay? Just gotta wait for the Maesters, Aemond," Aegon nodded, reaching a hand to his younger brother's shoulder in comfort. Otto descended the Throne to get a closer look as guards surrounded your unconscious body and Aemond's panicked, kneeling form.
"What happened?" Otto demanded.
"She passed out," Helaena frowned in worry, looking as if tears would soon fall. "And there's blood - she's been swaying, I-I think she was ill."
"It's the heat," Aemond snapped, tears down his cheeks. "We were told she needed rest in this temperature, but no." His glare turned to his mother, "We were both expected here."
"You saw the Grand Maester?"
"We did."
"He told her to lie down?" Otto asked, looking and sounding confused.
"To rest," Aemond nodded, supporting your limp head and neck.
When the Grand Maester arrived, he wasted no time in demanding your limp form be brought to his chambers for monitoring and examination. Aemond picked you up and carried you, leaving everyone else behind - or so he thought. The Maester spent a grand total of 43 minutes conducting diagnostic tests, and when the last exam was brought up, he asked Aemond to step out of the room as the examination would turn more intimate.
When Aemond stepped out, he was surprised to see Aegon and Helaena standing there. Aegon instantly pushed off the wall, asking, "Well? How is she? What's happening?"
"One last test," Aemond answered in a low mutter. "What're you doing here?"
"We wanted to make sure you were both all right," Helaena, his sweet sister, answered.
"Mother didn't demand you stay?"
"No, Mother actually called an end to court," Helaena told Aemond. "Grandfather was very angry."
"He was?"
"Never seen him like that," Aegon agreed, telling Aemond of the words Otto raged at Alicent.
When the chamber doors opened, Aemond was invited back inside. He took to your side instantly, but there was a knowing look in your eyes. You never looked at the Maester, only at your husband, as it was explained that due to the heat, you had become dehydrated over time and then spending the day in court, it was just too long a time being on your feet without water or fresh air. You had toppled over the side of heat stroke, the lack of hydration causing you to involuntarily miscarry.
The child would not grow and for your safety and health, the Maester would have to preform essentially what is an abortion to eliminate exposure to rot. Aemond blinked in astonishment, feeling confused about the turn of events, but when he realized you weren't able to respond, he looked at you.
He made the decision, seeing tears streaking your cheeks and the dead look in your eyes.
You were prepped for the procedure and while the Master tried to escort Aemond out, nobody was able to move him from his place at your side. It took the better part of an hour, but when it was over, not only were you given an additional dose of Milk of the Poppy, but Aemond was also given several vials for you in the coming days. He was also given a plethora of herbs, spices, remedies, salves, therapies, and treatments; being given explicit instruction and detail about all he was given, being told when to use what to best help you.
Aemond stooped to pick you up, again, refusing to let anyone else touch you, and the Grand Maester held the door for him. Aegon, Helaena, Alicent, and Otto were all revealed, but Aemond didn't even so much as blink at them; whatever life might've been left lurking behind his eye being completely snuffed out. He made a direct beeline for your chambers with the intention to let you rest in a soft, familiar bed for however long you needed, but he was followed by his family and knew this would be anything but a peaceful time.
"L-Love?" You whimpered when your husband laid you on your marital bed. "Aemond? Aemond?" You asked a little more frantically, being soothed swiftly.
"I'm here, I'm right here, sweetheart," he hushed, ignoring the audience; one hand holding yours as the other pet your hair back. "Hey, just breathe for me, darling, I'm right here. I've got you."
"I-I might be sick," you complained in a whisper, eyes unable to open as sweat bulleted on your skin.
"'S all right," he assured, grabbing a basin to leave on the bed beside you so he could sit at your side. "'M right here, you're not alone."
Aemond watched the way you harshly gulped, a hand dragging up to press to your belly. "W-What happened?" You mumbled, making his heart clench. "I just... There was a lot of heat and then pain." Your eyes finally opened to meet his, "I remember pain, Aemond."
With a glance up at his family, Aemond told you stiffly, "You remember correctly, love. The, uh... The heat was too much for you to handle, sweet girl, and that wasn't your fault." He took a long breath, clutching one of your hands in both of his, "But it was just too much. We couldn't save them... We couldn't save her."
"I-It was a girl?"
"It was," Aemond confirmed, reaching for your other hand to hold tightly. "And you didn't do this. Hmm? You hear me? This is not your doing."
"But my body - "
"No," he refused with a harsh tone. Realizing you were not the one to take his anger out on, he cleared his throat, "Sorry, love, I just," he took a breath. "Listen to me, okay? No, my sweet love, we were told to rest - you and I were told this heat was too much for the babe and that you would need rest. We meant to, we had every intention to follow the Maester's orders, but..." Another pause as he fought off the emotion clawing through his chest. "But for some reason, royal obligation was more important than our family, and Mother refused to let us miss today's court appearance."
"Huh...?" You breathed, still relatively drowsy from the day. But the emotion was real, your husband saw your pain. "What're you talking about, love? Aemond? What's - What the hell happened to our baby? Where's our baby?"
Aemond's jaw steeled and a tear streaked down his cheek as he forced himself to explain, "The Queen demanded our attendance in court today. And standing in the heat for hours cost us our daughter's life. I am so sorry, my sweet love, but we do not have our daughter because she is... She isn't in your womb anymore," his hand laid over your belly, your own automatically following. "She can't ever join us, our family," he spoke slowly, then tearing his glare away from your tired figure to his mother, sneering, "because my mother can't let go of a decades-old feud with a woman no longer living in this very city."
"Aemond," you whispered, heart shattered in your chest but still managing, "do not take this out on her."
"No?" He snapped, still glaring at his mother but clutching your belly, "If not for her, our daughter would still be safe in her mother's womb and we'd still have the chance to one day hold her. But no," he spoke as slowly as he stood to his feet, pulling his hands away from you, "no, we were unjustly denied that chance."
When her (favorite) child faced her with such hatred, dread, distraught, soul-sucking eyes, Alicent frowned with tears in her own eyes. She had so much to say, but only managed, "I did not intend for this."
"This hatred you feel for Rhaenyra is literally costing lives! For the love of all the Gods, my wife is nothing like her mother! They are not one in-the-same, this does not make her your new target to unleash Hell upon - she has done no wrong and yet suffers these heinous consequences!"
"I did not intend for this! You must know that!" She repeated in desperation. "I only wanted you both to partake in your duties - soon, you will be the ones conducting business at court and you must be readied for what may come!"
"That does not give you the right to forfeit her health!"
"How was I to know - "
"The bloody Maester told us - but evidently, the word of the trained professional is not good enough for you!" Aemond raged, something in his heart snapping. "We are denied the right to meet our daughter because, what? What is it? You cannot reach Rhaenyra right now so you will take the closest thing - being my fucking wife!?"
"Aemond," Otto tried to step in, "perhaps this is getting out of hand."
"It was already out of hand," Aegon defended with a sharp snap, "the moment the Maester was ignored."
"You refuse to respect us," Aemond snapped at his mother, everyone silencing themselves when another tear fell down his cheek. "You refuse to respect us, to listen, and all for why? You think you know better than the Maesters? Or because she is daughter of Rhaenyra?"
"Aemond," Alicent warbled through her tears.
"You've gone too far," his head shook, devastation taking hold, "and I do hope you find deliverance from the Gods, because from me? I do not see how I can find a shred of ability to forgive such a sin."
It was quiet. Helaena's head was bowed, Aegon glared at his mother like Aemond; Otto frowned as he avoided all eye contact.
Imagine everyone's surprise when bare feet padded over the stone ground, two shaking hands raising to press into Aemond's stomach from behind. "My love," you mumbled softly, "please, do not speak so hatefully in this prolonged grief. We will do all we can do now and pray on this, but if we want to heal, we will need to learn to forgive. This was not a malicious, thought-out plan executed in partner with the co-conspiring weather; it was a terrible circumstance that the Gods have chosen us to endure. Your mother can pray for forgiveness, she's owed that right; and we will say our own, but I know that one day, we will be blessed and bring a child into this world. Because it's you and I, Aemond, and our child would be the full embodiment of the purest, truest love - and for something that perfect, we'll need time." You took a breath, looking sickly, gaunt; eyes full of tears as you ended, "But it is not this day."
Aemond turned to wrap his arms around you, insisting, "You should be resting." When he got you to turn to move for the bed again, he snarled at his mother, "She's the one who just lost a child and yet still defends you."
"Perhaps it's best we leave them alone," Aegon recommended. "We'll have meals sent for you both," he told his brother with a meaningful nod. "You both just take your time."
"Thank you," Aemond sighed, easing you back to the mattress; laying a single, thin sheet over your body. When Aegon had ushered everyone out, Aemond just stared down at you for a long moment, sighing sadly and whispering, "I'm so sorry, sweet love."
"Just lay with me," you requested.
He moved to strip himself of his linens, the heat still sweltering, and laid beside you; instantly cuddling you into his bare chest. Aemond knew you didn't want to talk, but this needed said, and he whimpered, "This is my fault."
"What?" You gaped, looking up at him in shock. You quickly pulled his leather eye patch off to force his full attention, holding his cheek and demanding, "What did you just say?"
"If you and I did not marry, if I had not pursued you - courted you," he shook his head, brows crinkled from restrained sobs, "we would not be in this position, you would not know this pain. We knew the tension in our family, we knew the hatred between our mothers, and still I wanted you. This is my fault, I shouldn't've done this - you should not have to endure this."
Your hand reached up to caress the side of his face; foreheads pressed together to breathe the same air, warm the same space, sweat onto one another, but never wanting to be apart. It was a sticky embrace but you both needed it, and you hushed, "I regret nothing about us. Nothing, Aemond. If I knew how this would play out, I'd do it all again because I know I love you beyond words. Beyond," you giggled lightly, "rational thought, even. Aemond, everything you are, I adore, and all we are together is... It's the greatest pleasure of my life. My greatest honor."
"I do not deserve a woman like you."
"Perhaps not," you teased, "but you have me anyway. And what do we do with rare women, my Prince?"
His lips found yours in a sweeping kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. When he pulled back, he whispered, "We love them well."
A week later, King's Landing would find relief from the unwavering, record-breaking heatwave - only to be blasted by a wave of dragon fire. It was only then the Prince Aemond was seen with his wife for the first time since "The Throne Room Incident", and both were dressed in the traditional color of funerals: black.
You were bestowed an incredibly small bundle of black cloth, and with the rest of the Royal Family following, ventured to a distant hill where a funeral was to take place. Because your daughter was still so very tiny, she was laid in a fiery basin with only you and Aemond to preside over; offering prayer in High Valyrian. He held you close, the wind from the coast whipping all clothing around, and just behind everyone, Vhagar landed with a distinct thundering thud.
You didn't move, staring into the flames.
Aemond looked back, and when Vhagar saw the tears in her master's eye, noting the way he turned back to comfort you and grieve over your daughter, the dragon roared. A roar so loud, it was heard from the Riverlands. A roar so powerful, it shook the ground they all stood on. A roar so terrible, it made a few throats swell in emotion. A roar so sad, ballads would be written about it.
King's Landing might've been relieved from the weather's temperature, but as Vhagar felt her master mourning his daughter, she released an angry flame into the air that the citizens all felt.
For years, on the contrary, the entire city would feel Prince Aemond's cold shoulder to his mother, Queen Alicent, but for now, the heat of grief demanded to be felt.
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2. Rafe x innocent (and kinda naive/ airhead?) reader where reader and rafe are dating (still very new) and reader keeps reminding him she wants to wait longer (when they are making out/feeling each other up) and he keeps trying to go further, so he tells/manipulates her that itâs not normal for girls to not want to go further and something could be wrong, so he âchecksâ her (rubbing her clit and fingering her) and asking things like âdoes that feel good?â âDoesnât that make you want more?â âSomething probably is wrong if you want me to stopâ, just so he can convince her to say she wants more (so then he fucks her). Â
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you and rafe had only been dating for a few weeks, relationships were pretty much a whole new thing for you since your upbringing hadnât really allowed it. you hadnât had sex before, ever. and rafe wasnât going to be patient for much longer, the furthest you two had went is making out, when it got heated you pulled back.. pushing him away and saying you didnât feel well.
rafe was getting desperate, you didnât even realise what you did to him. he was painfully hard most of the time since you were oblivious to how sexual you were being. such as bending over right infront of his face, showing him your cutesy pink panties or accidentally grinding against his cock when you squeezed past him in the kitchen. rafes frustration was at its peak and he couldnât take it any longer.
rafe stretched his arm around your waist as you both lay in bed watching tv, biting his lip in thought before reaching out to grip your jaw gently, turning you to face him. he leant forward, catching your lips in a deep kiss, it didnât take long knowing rafe before it got heated, as his tongue began battling your own for dominance you pulled away, taking deep breaths as you stared up at him with big innocent eyes.
âwhatâs wrong, pretty girl?â he muttered, lifting his thumb to wipe his drool from your mouth.
ân-nothing rafe, i just.. i donât⊠i canât go any further with you, i-i donât think iâm ready for that.â rafeâs patience was out of the window by now, all rational thoughts evaporating as his cock grew harder, straining against his pants, desperate to be inside your sweet cunt.
âbabyâŠâ he sighed. âthis isnât normal.â
you stared at him with a confused expression, your eyebrows knitted. âi-i donât understand, did i do something?â
he was quick to shut that thought down âno, no, no, my sweet girl, itâs more about what you didnât do. see, other girls your ageâŠthey love being good for their daddyâs, and i just donât think you are being good fâ me.â tears began to whell up in your eyes, his negative feedback not sitting right in your stomach. âdaddy?â you questioned gently, your bottom lip wobbling.
âyeah, iâm your daddy, baby. and i think itâs about time you start calling me that. itâs true, no? i take care of you, i feed you, pay for your clothes, hell, i even take you to the bathroom. i may aswell be your daddy, so thatâs what your gonnaâ call me from now on, you got that?â he speaks softly, not wanting to discourage you or push you further away but needing to be firm enough so you understand. heâs testing the waters. seeing how easy it is to control your sweet mind in ways only a man like him could.
âi mean.. yeah, that-that makes sense i guess.â
a sly smile appears on his face, his thumb wiping a salty tear from your cheek âgood girl.â he lifts your skirt with one hand, pushing into your panties and rubbing your clit, you gasp in surprise at the new sensation. âdaddy! w-what are you doing?â you ask in shock.
rafe sighs âdaddy needs to give you a check up baby, just to make sure nothinâs wrong. all i need to do is rub that sweet button of yours and fuck my fingers into your pretty pussy, mkay?â your cunt involuntarily clenches around nothing. âmkay, daddy.â you moan. rafes fingers stray from your clit to your entrance, his cock growing impeccably harder from the feel of your wetness, your pussy leaking around his hand.
âd-daddy, feels sâ good.â you whimper as he pushes his fingers into your hole, your walls clenching instinctively around his thick digits. âyeah? you like that? you like it when daddy fingers your sweet pussy?â he groan into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
he picks up his pace, fingering you roughly until the knot in your stomach begins to tighten, you grab at his wrist, pushing him away, which doesnât really do much since your strength is no match for his own. âdaddy! stop, i-i think iâm gonnaâ pee.â you whine, embarrassment flooding through your veins. your cheeks flushed from the humiliation.
he lets out a small laugh, his famous smirk still painted across his face âno baby, your not gonnaâ pee.. your gonnaâ cum. your gonnaâ cum with my fingers deep inside your cunt. ask me. ask daddy for permission.â he growls, a flip switching inside his brain. âp-please daddy, make me cum, please can i cum? please please please.â you beg, tears streaming down your face as you try desperately to hold back.
âcum.â
he growls, watching as your legs begin to shake, your pussy sucking his fingers further into your cunt. you cry out as your body spasms, a thick creamy fluid leaking out of you and into rafes palm. âthatâs it, let it all out. dirty fuckinâ girl. creaming all over your daddyâs fingers.â
your breathing begins to slow as you come down from your orgasm although rafe keeps his fingers deep inside your pussy, catching you in a deep kiss. he takes your hand in his own and leads it down towards his cock, making you instantly recoil. rafe lets out a mixed groan of annoyance and sigh of disappointment under his breath. you look towards the bed, feeling guilty as ever. he turns you to face him again, his pretty blues simmering in darkness. âlisten. pretty baby, i was trying to be nice earlier but⊠i think there is something wrong with you. all the other girls your age wannaâ fuck daddy, so why donât you? iâve been so patient with you sweets but, the clockâs tickinâ.â
rafes fingers begin to fuck into you once again at a rapid pace, your whimpers and cries filling the room as he fucks you with his fingers. âsee? doesnât that feel good? doesnât that make you want more?â you nod your head, dazed with pleasure. not even fully understanding his questions. âgood girl.â he mutters before taking his cock out of his pants, before you even realise whats happening, rafe had removed his fingers and crawled on top of you, pushing the mushroom tip of his swollen fat cock against your entrance.
your eyes burst open in shock at the feeling âwait, wait, wait, da-DADDY! Oh fuck!â you practically screamed as rafe bottomed out in your pussy with a single thrust. essentially, popping your cherry. his hand is quick to cover your mouth as he glares down at you from above. his sanity is long gone by now, the crazed look on his face scaring you into submission.
âshut the fuck up. i-iâm done playing games now. your gonnaâ shut your pretty little mouth and-and daddyâs gonnaâ fuck your cunt until he cums deep inside you, okay?â you didnât respond seeming as his hand was covering your mouth.
he lifted his palm from your mouth before quickly striking you across the face, you cried out as your skin began to fluster due to the impact of his hit. he swiftly gripped your jaw making you look him in the eyes once more âyou-you fuckinâ answer me when iâm talkinâ to you. you nod your fuckinâ head when daddy asks you a question.â this time you were quick to nod your head, tears streaming down your cheeks as you sobbed a ây-yes daddy.â
if anything they just seemed to turn rafe on even more. âgood⊠good girl.â he groaned before pummelling his cock further into your cunt, he began thrusting at a rapid pace, fucking you so hard the headboard began to bash against the wall. your screams of pleasure probably being heard for miles. âohhhh shit, you see that, you fuckinâ slut?â he pointed your face towards where your cunt and his cock connected, a pool of pink cream surrounding the base of his cock, a mixture of blood and cum. you were too far gone to talk at this point, moans and whimpers spilling out of your lips as you simply nodded your head, your eyes rolling back.
âfuck i canât believe you tried to hide this shit from me, tried to hide how much of a greedy fuckinâ cock slut you are. itâs okay though baby, daddy loves when you turn into a desperate little whore. gonnaâ have you writhing on this fat cock every day of the week from now on.â
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