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[moonkhao]

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Tell Me Every Terrible Thing [ part one of two ]

part two: And Let Me Love You Anyway

prompt: you embark on a secret but passionate affair with the Rogue Prince, and when his wife, Rhea Royce, passes away, he chooses you to wed next - a decision that angers his niece and changes history.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female!Hightower!reader -> hair color specified reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 5.6k+

note: what the fuck is this, Cherry? also two parts 'cause author gets carried away!

warnings: show spoilers, cursing, author has small bouts of feministic ideas, author also really likes the "little birds" storyline (let her live!), wonky brain is wonky, i think hurt and comfort, angst, very mild NSFW (brief female receiving oral), technically alternative timeline 'cause this goofy-ass author has an overactive imagination, #icanmakehimworse, another reader insert (this warning is for the fucking losers in my inbox).

"How angry do you think he'll be with me?"

You offered your best friend, The Realm's Delight, Crowned Heir to the Iron Throne, Princess Rhaenyra, a unamused, stale look. Sarcastically, you replied, "Oh, come now, Nyrie, why would your father be angry? It couldn't be because you rejected every suitor His Grace put before you, or even how you abruptly ended the tour with two months remaining. What father would be angry after that?"

She groaned, "I know, I know, you don't have to be so right all the bloody time. I just... I couldn't do it anymore, you saw what it was like," her head bowed and you knew the girl was truly overwhelmed by her 'job' picking a suitor.

"This was no easy feat to arrange, Princess," you spoke diplomatically, aware of the ship's crew dotting around the royal ship. "Our fathers went through much difficulty to ensure this tour's success, Princess, and I'd imagine neither will be thrilled by our early arrival."

"But it's just - "

"I know," you soothed with a knowing, sympathetic smile. Your arm extended around her, her head dropping to your shoulder for comfort. "In an ideal world, women would have a real say in their futures. Perhaps, that is what you're meant to do, Nyrie... Perhaps you're meant to break this wheel, give the other half of humanity a fighting chance against the men who have long suppressed us. Being heir is a monumental stereotype to shatter, but most women are not born into royalty and have nobody protecting or defending them."

She picked her head up to stare at you for a single moment, then nodded slowly, "That's a lot of pressure."

"Less if you pick a respectable man to help you lead," you advised softly, reaching to caress her cheek briefly. "You're to be Queen, Nyra, which means you need a King Consort that the common folk will respect, who will play his part in the courts to come. I know it's not ideal, my friend, but it's not meant to be - it's meant to be strategic." You paused, adding, "Similar to Ali marrying your father, yes? That was a strategic move on my father's end. Now it's up to you to chose your own match, to plot your own strategy."

"Who would you see me marry?"

"In truth? I'm unsure if anyone would fit the bill perfectly, so, I don't know who I could see you with. Definitely someone smart, though."

She only hummed, sighing deeply and making you frown. Before another word could be said, there came a distant screech that sounded all too familiar - though you refused to let it show that you knew this particular dragon's sound.

Nyra moved away from the ship's railing to stare longingly up into the sky, and about a minute later, without visible sight of any threat, Ser Criston Cole was shouting, "Take cover!"

And then, like a bird swooping to snatch a fish, a crimson dragon descended from the cover of clouds - seemingly materializing from nowhere. The large, long, slithery beast with wings knocked into the ship's main mast; jolting everyone on board enough to topple over.

You tried to stabilize the Princess, but you lost balance and dropped to your knees as Cole rushed to help Rhaenyra to her feet. When able, you looked to the sky; grinning to yourself as you recognized the retreating Blood Wyrm. Seeing the distinct form of Caraxes made you giddy with anticipation, however, that was short lived as you clocked Rhaenyra's gaze of awe and wonder.

It seems she was excited for her uncle's return, too. Though, it won't be till later that you learn the extent of her adoration.

Less than an hour later, the ship was docking and you escorted Princess Rhaenyra from aboard; her guards surrounding you both as you trekked to the Red Keep. "Just... Perhaps try to stay invisible," you advised your friend, arm-in-arm. "The King won't be pleased if you interrupt court, even just by being there. With luck, we won't be noticed."

She agreed softly, continuing on. She started fiddling with her necklace, the piece of Valyrian Steel jewelry that her uncle, Daemon, had gifted her years ago before Queen Aemma passed away. Your lover had told you the Princess was owed a piece of her Valyrian history, and since he could not gift a sword to a young lady, the necklace was chosen, crafted, and gifted.

When you returned to the Red Keep, it was just in time for court to be called to session and your friend was all too eager to join. "Nyra," you warned, hand in hers.

"It's all right," she assured, "come, it must be Daemon - "

"No, I should return to my chamber. Don't piss your father off too much," you warned her with a smirk, watching her grin in response, squeeze your hand, and then file into the Throne Room with the other members of court.

You retreated to your old room, sighing in relief when you discovered nothing was disturbed. "My Lady!" A voice gasped at the open door. You glanced over, smiling at Milah, your usual handmaiden, and opening your arms when she rushed forward. "You're not supposed to be back yet! Oh!" She tutted, looking you over. "I'll get your bed made and - "

"No, it's fine - "

"Nonsense, let me do this," she insisted, already busying around the room. "I was wondering why they were bringing things into the foyer - must be all the Princess' luggage, hmm?"

"Yeah," you sighed, helping her strip the bed and change the sheets. "It was strange," you admitted, "the men, I mean, and the way they all competed for her hand in marriage."

"Did you expect anything else?"

"I did not think they'd honestly kill one another. Though it was more so their pride than the Princess they fought over."

Milah smirked, "Sounds about right. Well, what of you? Anyone catch your eye?"

"Of course not," you sighed a little sadly.

"Still hung on the Prince, aren't you, my Lady?"

"Perhaps," you mused.

You spent the better part of an hour gossiping with Milah before she had to go grab a few things, but promised she'd send your belongings up as soon as possible. You thanked her, walked her out, assuring you were just going to get a bath or something, and just as you shut and locked your chamber door, gasped when a pair of hands seized your waist.

"Daemon!" You hissed when you saw the short, white locks of your surprise guest. "The bloody fuck is wrong with you?" You demanded, turning in his grip to shove your hands into his chest. "What're you doing here? Want to get us caught?"

"Three years," he grit, gathering you in his arms to heave upward and force your legs around his waist if you wanted to keep balance, "three fucking years I've been gone - away - missing you, do not deprive me a moment more."

"Someone will come looking," you whispered, caressing his face as your forehead met his. "And perhaps I want a moment to just look at you, 's been years," you breathed. "You cut your hair," you commented, running your hands through the short strands.

"I cut my hair," he agreed softly, just holding you close and tight.

"I like it... But I'll miss braiding it."

"I will, too," he admitted. He nuzzled closer, inhaling your neck sharply, boldly licking a flat tongue up your pulse point to make you shudder lightly.

"Daemon," you whispered, pulling his head back so you could look in his eyes, beaming, "I missed you, too."

"Viserys is arranging a lunch for my return," he informed, turning so he could approach your newly-made four-poster bed; dropping you flat on your back with a grin. "Which roughly translates into only allotting a few minutes to make up for lost time."

"We will have time later - "

"I overheard Viserys saying he and Otto intend to take evening tea with you regarding the Princess' return from tour," he eased, reaching to spread your legs, bunching your skirts. "But I will call upon you tomorrow? Yes? Officially?"

"If you insist," you teased, letting him finally descend to smash his lips against yours. In truth, you were used to his empty promises of 'calling on you officially' because of his marriage to Lady Royce, but it was his way of telling you without words that he wished it was you instead of Rhea.

Daemon groaned, melting into your form; breathing heavily. "I've missed you past words," he whispered, nuzzling your nose with his. "But for now, I just need a taste - "

"We don't have time - "

"We'll be fast. Tell me, love," he nipped your pouting lips, soothing his tongue over the puckered skin, "have you taken another in my absence?"

"Of course not," you hissed in offense.

"Good," he nodded, kissing you sweetly.

"Need I ask?"

"There were no concubines," he mused, "though, they were offered, I did not accept. So, we'll be quick - faster than quick," he promised, pawing at your undergarments and exposing your dampening cunt to his sight. "I'll take my time with you later, but for now, I need this," he all but seethed before diving tongue-first into your core.

His spit mixed with your arousal, creating a slippery mess.

"Shit," you hissed, grabbing his shorter hair as his tongue flattened to lap at your entrance, dripping in your essence. One of his hands held your thighs apart for his access, the other releasing his cock from the pair of breeches he wore. Daemon groaned at the taste of you, lapping wildly like a man starved, and stroking his bare cock in rhythm with his ministrations.

It truly took no time at all once he found your clit and sucked mercilessly, the hand holding your thighs now extended up to paw roughly at your tits. Alternating his tongue around your sloppy cunt added to your heightening pleasure, swirling his tongue as he bobbed and shook his head - making an absolute mess, and causing your climax to shatter your mind and soul.

Your legs twitched, spine curled, stomach contracted as your arms quivered from the rush of adrenaline; hand slapped over your mouth to keep your moans to a minimum. You grabbed his hair so tightly, he groaned in mock pain; legs then contracting to a suffocating grip around his ears and head while Daemon met his own end, spending in his hand whilst milking you for all you had.

He panted with satisfaction when he pulled back, grinning at you in mischief when you released your hold on him. "Good fuckin' girl," he praised, standing to his feet only to slither over top of you. "Like not a day's gone by, huh?" He whispered, kissing you messily, smearing your cum on your tongue; grinding his bare cock into your recovering core to make you shudder. "Take a moment, then get ready," he whispered. "I expect to see you at the celebrations... Wear that dress I got you for your fifth-and-twentieth nameday," he smirked, adding, "if you'd so please, my darling."

You chuckled, "You magically learned manners during the war?"

"Perhaps," he mused, pecking your lips again.

"Hey, Daemon?"

"What is it, my sweet one?" He asked, seeing the sincerity in your eyes and hearing the seriousness in your voice - something in his heart jumping.

"Would you tell me about it all later? The war, I mean? Would you tell me what you've endured?"

"I do not think it's a tale befitting a lady's ears."

"Please? I wish to know..."

"Then I will tell you," he promised, "but only if you wear that dress."

Your eyes rolled in humor as Daemon stood. You watched him wipe his cum on a spare rag, tossing it away, and after one last kiss, was leaving out of the secret passageway's door. Taking another moment, you finally stood on weak legs and unlocked the main door, preparing how you could for your day before Milah returned.

After arriving at the luncheon, you made a beeline for your father, greeting him happily before explaining your surprise reappearance. He filled you in on that day's court, explaining that Prince Daemon was back; and you felt almost guilty for the way your skin was still set ablaze from your lover's earlier visit.

For all Otto's faults, he was still your father, and you felt guilty for sneaking around with Daemon behind his back. Your father ushered you off to mingle, insisting he was only there for the King; and no, he wasn't hungry. So, you parted ways with a chaste peck to your forehead; the feeling of his scratchy beard lingering on your guilt-riddled flesh.

"Sister, what a surprise!" Alicent happily distracted by greeting you with a bright grin. You adjusted course to approach the Queen, King, and newly-returned Prince. "Oh, what a lovely dress you've chosen," she complimented with ease, reaching for your hand. "You always do have the best eye for clothes, I feel as if need you to live in my wardrobe, tell me what to wear everyday."

"Thank you, Your Grace, I'd be honored," You smiled at her, holding her hand, looking to the others. "My King," you curtsied to Viserys, glancing at Daemon and bowing your head respectfully, "my Prince, how nice to see you, again. Welcome home."

"Thank you, my Lady," he smirked. "Might I welcome you home as well? I hear you've been gone from the Capital."

You hummed with a nod, "I was on tour with the Princess, my Prince. I've only arrived home today, as well - though not by dragonback."

He eyed you up and down, offering, "I must agree with the Queen, my Lady, that is a lovely dress you've chosen."

You pet the black material, smiling genuinely, "Thank you, my Prince. It's one of my favorites."

"I can see why, given how beautiful you look," he flirted, and from behind you and Alicent, you could hear your father scoff.

"Thank you," you whispered. "What conversation did I rudely interrupt before?"

"Oh, nothing of importance," Daemon told you, looking to his brother and your sister.

"Because we spoke of how Daemon, here, was always Mother's favorite," Viserys grinned. "Do you want to know, my Lady? About how much Mother adored Daemon?" He asked you, his little brother trying to drone over him - but Viserys was determined to tell you the examples he could think of regarding his brother's favoritism.

You giggled from both Viserys' stories and Daemon's evident embarrassment.

However, almost awkwardly, on Alicent's other side, Princess Rhaenyra approached the group and stood amongst you. You knew the King must be unhappy with his daughter, but did not voice any opinion since you were not the source of disappointment at the moment. Instead, you listened to the King's complimenting words to his brother; thinking it was interesting that Daemon was so egotistical and yet, flushed under his brother's praise. Princess Rhaenyra waited until a natural lull to tell Daemon, "Congratulations on your victory."

It was awkward as Viserys just glared at her, Rhaenyra's expression falling short. Daemon covered smoothly, "Thank you, Princess."

Trying to save the tension, your sweet sister offered, "Perhaps Prince Daemon would care for a tour of the gallery? He hasn't yet seen the new tapestries gifted to you by Norvos and Qohor."

Viserys nodded and whispered, "Oh, oh," mockingly. He asked his brother, "Would you like to see the tapestries?" But by the end, he broke character and laughed with his brother; the latter who whom you knew spat on trivial things - such as tapestries and such. Through their laughter, Viserys proclaimed to his wife, "He has no interest in such things!"

"But thank you for the offer, sister," you smiled at her, trying to reassure her when her husband laughed in her face. "The tapestries are very beautiful, you've chosen a grand place to display them. I saw them on my way here."

"I'd like to see them," Rhaenyra jumped in, seemingly to Alicent's aid - something she'd not done in an age considering the tension between them. You just smiled politely, seeing the way Viserys dropped his grin when he looked at his daughter with distain while the rest of you looked away sheepishly.

"Then you should not deprive yourself."

Rhaenyra offered a pained, pursed smile, "I shall enjoy them alone."

You, Alicent, and Daemon all stared after Rhaenyra with varying degrees of pity as she walked away to sit solemnly by herself on a distant bench while Viserys went on about his and Daemon's youth; over Daemon being their mother's favorite. However, Alicent excused herself to follow the saddened Rhaenyra, perhaps to offer the Princess comfort in her father's anger. The King looked ready to protest, but instead just shook his head in disappointment.

Viserys turned you and Daemon away from the sight of the girls, showing off the Godswood in bloom; your father approaching you three stiffly. "Your Grace," he bowed to Viserys, then nodded in resepct, "my Prince. Daughter," he smiled, trying to instigate, "how was tour with Princess Rhaenyra?"

"Oh, as eventful as a Royal Tour can be," you smiled, deflecting, "though I must admit, while seemingly exciting at some parts, I'm sure it pales terribly in comparison to the Prince's adventures in the Stepstones." Viserys smirking broadly at your redirection. "I do wonder, what brought the war to an end? We've heard rumor, but surely the Prince might know for sure what brought the Triarchy down?"

"Surely," The King nodded, looking to Daemon expectedly.

The Rogue Prince smirked and readjusted his stance, deflecting, "Perhaps a conversation for later."

"Oh, come now, brother!"

"Your Grace," Otto interrupted, "I do apologize, but there are matters at hand that require your attention. The Tully's still - "

He sighed and waved your father off, "Yes, yes... Well," Viserys nodded, "I'll call upon you both later."

"Your Grace," you instantly curtsied.

"Your Grace," Daemon bowed right after. Viserys smiled and nodded back at you both, patted his brother's shoulder, turned, and when he walked away, Otto followed with a single look to you and Daemon.

"Daughter," he bid curtly - and you read between the lines. He really wanted to say, "Do not linger around the Prince."

When the King moved, his usual procession of advisors, guards, and entourage followed right after. You sighed as almost all of the Godswood cleared out, Daemon eyeing you as he readjusted his stance; subtly reaching out to pet your hand with his fingers.

"Daemon," you warned quietly.

"Nobody is watching us," he smirked. "You look beautiful, love. I'll have to buy you more dresses, you wear them so well."

"I cannot believe I will not see you tonight," you whispered with a pout.

"I will call on you tomorrow," he reminded.

You opened your mouth, but another voice answered. "Sister," Alicent called, you looking over and smiling innocently. You caught sight of Princess Rhaenyra glaring at her uncle, but didn't think much of it.

"I look forward to your tales from the Stepstones," you told him calmly, offering a curtesy.

He took your hand, pressing a soft kiss to the back, "I look forward to any time spect together, my Lady."

You hummed in contentment before stepping away, instantly taking Alicent's arm when close enough. "What was that about? Daemon looks so smitten!" She whispered with a growing grin.

"He was being polite," you whispered back, "and simply being Daemon - you know how he is. He's got three years of mischief to make up for."

"I see," she giggled. "He's quite handsome with the short hair, isn't he? It suits him well."

"I have to agree," you gossiped. "I can see why the ladies of court have missed him so."

Your younger sister giggled, smiling at you, offering, "I've missed you greatly. Come... I wish to hear of your time away."

"Oh, sister, please, I've only just returned."

"But... Wouldn't you tell me before the King?" She whispered.

You paused, then nodded, "Got me there, sister-dearest."

"We'll take tea together," she decided, leading you around the Keep until she saw a familiar face she knew. "Talya, my sister and I wish to take tea in the gardens, please. Privately, of course, so do not announce it," she directed the handmaiden. "We'll be in the gazebo in the rose gardens, bring tea, sandwiches, and my sister's always loved those peach crumbles?"

"I know the dessert," she nodded, smiling at you. "Can I interest you, Your Grace, in anything specific?"

"No, but bring enough for us both. Come, sister."

You three parted ways, Alicent leading you to the gardens as promised. She dismissed anyone in the area, even telling her guards to wait at the front hedges to give you ideal privacy while deeper in the roses at the gazebo. While sitting, you exchanged gossip about what happened while you were away, Alicent happy to catch you up because she was happy to finally have a friend, even if it were a sister, back in her corner.

You were happy, too.

While you loved Rhaenyra, the tension between her and Ali made you feel in the middle despite both parties assuring you "you weren't". Nyra was a good friend, your best, even! But it was something about your sister that was calming and assuring. She was trustworthy to a fault, but she was still your strongest pillar.

As Talya dressed your table with tea, lemon water, sandwiches, fruits, and other foods (including the peach crumbles), you giggled at Ali's retelling of whatever failed proposals occurred this past season you were away. When alone, at last, Ali turned to you in her padded chair and asked, "Tell me in truth, how was the tour? Why did you return early?"

"In truth, sister, vying men made the Princess uncomfortable. She did not need the two months more, she knew she was unhappy with the men so far presented to her."

Alicent sighed, "So, who does she intend to marry?"

"Yes," a new voice agreed, you both jumping in shock and looking up to see Viserys approaching with your father behind him. "Who does my daughter intend to wed, Lady Hightower?"

"Your Grace," you uttered, both you and Alicent standing in respect to bow your heads.

"Please, please," he permitted you both to sit, taking the lone chair across the table as your father remained standing. "I only wish for the unfiltered truth. I know what is said, I know what is reported, I know..." He sighed, "I know what my daughter might say, but please, Lady Hightower, what is the truth of it?"

"The truth, Your Grace, is that Rhaenyra was overwhelmed. Perhaps it was too long for her that she eventually, I'm not sure, shut down? She did not care towards the end which men was presented, she was overwhelmed with the options and pace at which everything moved."

"Kings and Princes before her have done the same, many Queens and Princesses embarking on their tours to find proper suitors," Otto reminded. "Why was this different, my Lady?"

"Because she is the first," you reminded. "Never before has a woman been named heir - she holds a different responsibility. Perhaps having everything thrown at her was too much, she has to filter through lesser men that would be King Consort. Nobody stood out, she became discouraged, and honestly, Your Grace?" You spoke earnestly, "I think it just made her sad. She did not want to disappoint you by choosing a man not worthy of being her King, so, she would rather face your anger in coming home early."

Alicent frowned but nodded to herself.

Otto adverted his eyes.

Viserys looked dejected, but sighed, "I see... Thank you for your words, my Lady, truly, you've always been a trustworthy advisor to the Queen, Princess, and I."

"It's the least I can do, Your Grace, since you and Queen Aemma - you - you were so kind to me when Mother passed. And Rhaenyra - to both Alicent and I - she was a true friend. I am in debt to you, Your Grace, and whatever I can do, be it just a simple different perspective, I am happy to provide."

"Well," he considered, "in the spirit of your unfiltered perspective, who would you see Rhaenyra marry?"

You blinked in shock, "Oh, Your Grace, I-I am not qualified to say."

"You serve as my Master of Whispers, do you not?" He smirked. "Speak, please."

You sighed deeply. With a small gulp, you blinked twice, then admitted, "I do not think my opinion matters, but... It would make sense to marry her to Ser Laenor Velaryon, would it not? He's a warrior who survived the Stepstones, is of Valyrian stock and blood, rides the dragon, Seasmoke. He's kind, brave, true, unmarried, heir to Driftmark. I think when it comes to filling the position of King Consort, Ser Laenor Velaryon would make a fine candidate."

Apparently, this was all Viserys needed to hear.

You could not sleep that night. You could not explain why, but something foul was in the air and prevented you from drifting off. So, you chose to browse your private library, select a literary favorite, and stroll the deadened halls of the Red Keep; reading by flickering torch light.

Good thing you were up and out, because one of your Little Birds chirped at you from the shadows. You looked around to see nobody in the hall, but another chirp directed your attention to a darkened alcove. "Hmm, oh, Kaela," you hummed, approaching her slowly and bending at the waist. "What is it, child?"

"I came as fast as I could."

"What's wrong?"

"I've seen something - something you'll want to know," she glanced up and down the hall, "but not anyone else."

"Come," you whispered, pushing her further back into the dark and sheltering yourselves safely. Once knelt before her, you asked the child, "All right. What is it you have seen, little one?"

"Do not get angry, my Lady..."

"I promise I won't," you spoke softly, confused - you never got angry at your Little Birds... Why start now?

"I-I saw... I saw the Prince Daemon and... Princess Rhaenyra."

You nodded slowly, asking quietly, "Where?"

"In the city, in a pleasure house."

You blinked, "And what were they doing?"

"What grown-ups do."

"I see. They were coupling?"

She shrugged, "No, just kissing, but it stopped fast. He left her there."

"He left her there? In the pleasure house?"

The little girl nodded. "The Prince looked sad... When the Princess tried to kiss him again, he pulled away... Then he left."

"Where did he go? After?"

She blinked, frowning, "My brother, Grenn, said he saw him at the pubs - but he was always on the move, very drunk. I came here right away."

"Good girl," you smiled, offering her whatever Gold Dragons from the pouch you usually kept on your person under your robe for times like this. "Where will you be tomorrow evening? I will bring you and Grenn supper."

She smiled, "We can meet you at the dock!"

"The dock?"

"He likes watching the boats."

"The docks, then. By the Fisherman's Pier?"

"No, Grenn like the Harper's Pier. They're not there around supper, they're still out at sea."

"Harper's Pier for supper," you agreed. "Go on."

The little girl looked around before scampering off down a different passageway and you stood from your knelt position with a stony look of tentative contemplation on your face. With a deep breath, you did the only thing you thought you could... You went to your father.

With a rapid knock at his chamber door, it took a moment or two before he was opening it - still dressed. "What is it, daughter?" He asked gruffly. "It's late, this should wait till morning."

"The castle is about to wake - "

"I know and I've much to attend to - "

"Father," you hissed, glancing up the hall.

He sighed and let you in, "What is it?"

"I carry scandalous news," you muttered, his door's lock echoing around you. "About the Princess Rhaenyra."

He turned to you sharply, you taking a step back in surprise. "You... Know?"

"About her sneaking around in a pleasure house?"

Otto frowned, "Do you know with who?"

You could not tell him, so you answered, "No, just that she was seen in disguise."

"Who told you this?"

"One of my Birdies."

"All right," he decided, nodding to himself, "thank you, daughter, for reporting this. I will... I will figure out what to say to the King."

"Should you say anything?"

"I'll figure it out - but now we both know."

You nodded, "So you knew before I came?"

"I was awoken an hour ago to hear this news."

You nodded slowly, "Then I will leave you to it."

"Thank you," he whispered, letting you peck his cheek in parting before slipping out of his chambers. With nothing left to do or anything else to say, you went back to your chambers as to limit your exposure to the castle's tenants.

The less that could say they saw you this night, the better.

Once safe in your chambers with a locked main door, you could do nothing else but (over)think, wishing to all the Seven Gods you didn't know what you knew. Information and knowledge was vital to maintain power, this is true, but it also made you dangerous - also a target. The more you knew, the bigger the target.

It was only a few hours after dawn when the secret passage doors to your chamber opened. You were braiding your hair, ignoring the man you knew to have the only balls to use that door - especially now.

"I've always wondered, if we had children, would they have white hair or waves of fire, like you? Perhaps something between?"

"Fuck off, Daemon."

"So, you've heard," he sighed deeply. "Won't you even look at me?"

"I can't stand the very thought of you right now, nor the actual sound, I'll lose my stomach if I have to look at you."

"Let me tell you the truth," he begged, "before I have to leave the Keep, let me tell you the truth. Let Viserys and everyone have their ideas and opinions, their lies and slander, but let me tell you!"

"Excuse me?" You asked, whirling around in your seat to glare at him fully. "Viserys banished you, again?"

"He did... Back to the Vale."

You scoffed, "Good... Your Lady wife awaits you."

"Viserys thinks I've sullied Rhaenyra's virtue. I do not need you thinking the same, so, please, let me tell you what happened - no matter how uncomfortable, please, let me tell you the truth."

"What difference does it make?"

"I can't have you thinking something more occurred. Was I tempted? Yes, but I refrained. Did I touch her? A little - but not how you think."

You sighed, shaking your head, "I don't care, you're returning to your wife in the Vale, and I will be rid of you. No matter for how long this time, you will be gone - "

"For a time, yes, but I intend to return for you."

"No, I think I'll let Father make me a match. I despised the North, it was too cold, so the handsome Cregan Stark is out. I don't mind Dorne, perhaps a Martel to marry? Or even a Tully of Riverrun?"

"Do not speak such atrocities to me."

"You're one to talk! Your niece, Daemon? The girl I consider my closest friend? You couldn't just find that whore you like and be satisfied with her? Couldn't wait a single day, could you? Huh? How fucking pathetic!"

"Perhaps you are not as close with Rhaenyra as you thought," he tisked, making you feel disarmed. He spent the next hour and a half explaining to you what happened the previous night, and despite your disgust, you just listened.

Knowledge was power.

"I will return," he sighed at the end, "and in that time, you can make your own decisions if you want me or not. But I will return and I will have you, if you will have me, and this foolishness will be behind us."

"I'll give you a single year. I will not wait for you longer than that," you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "I can't stand that you've done this, but I will wait one single year for you to find a way out of your marriage and back to me. Any longer than that, and I will simply move on. I do not want to live my whole life in the Red Keep, and the truth of it is, I cannot live in the Princess' shadow any longer. One year, Daemon."

"One year," he nodded, stepping closer. "My love, please - "

"Do not assume to touch me. Not after you've touched her," you snapped, stepping away. "Get out, I need to be alone, you have been banished - you need to go, you cannot be seen here." Your eyes rolled, muttering, "Probably have to go collect your whore for this banishment, too."

"Not this time," he smirked, "this time, I leave with my promise that I will return for you, my sweet Lady Hightower."

"Fuck off, you perverted Prince Daemon," you sassed, watching him slip out the door; shutting you in an echoing silence. Your heart ripped itself apart, making you wonder what the fuck you had done to deserve getting caught in such a scandalous affair. But you knew, in your heart, you'd do anything for Daemon - the thought sickening your stomach as you pondered how far this would all go.

part two: And Let Me Love You Anyway

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[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Ahhh...could I maybe ask for a 141 and Konig....where they eat their partner out? You're like so good at writing that and I NEEEEDD a full on 141 of that. Only if it's OK though, I know that's like pure smut bahaha. Your writing is soooo fucking good.

Eeeeep. I totally didn't blush the whole time I wrote this (I so did). This is pure filth, and I'm so sorry🫠

141 + König & Alejandro Eating Their Fem! Partner Out

Warnings: literal utter filth, smut, swearing, oral (f receiving)

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Simon Ghost Riley-

"Please, Si, stop teasing." You begged, pulling on the strands of Simon's hair.

He'd been between your legs for nearly 10 minutes now, kissing your the insides of your thighs. He knew what he was doing, and god did he love to tease you, just so he could hear you beg.

"What do you want, love. You've gotta use your words." He cooed, pressing yet another kiss to the inside of your thigh.

"Please, God, just eat me out, please!" You cried out, growing more and more frustrated at the lack of contact where you needed him most.

"Should've just said so, then." He smirked before licking a strip through your folds.

"F-Fuck you, Simon." You gasped, your head falling back onto the pillows behind you.

"Plannin to, gotta give the lady what she asked for, first." He spoke, before latching his lips to your clit, sucking harshly. You tugged on his hair once more, causing him to exhale into your heat.

He flatted his tongue against your core and moved his head from side to side vigorously. Gripping your thighs with a bruising grasp, he shoved his face as far as he could into your pussy, nearly suffocating himself.

His pace didn't falter, his head continuing to move side to side at a brutal pace, and you could feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm. Your thighs had tightened around his head, allowing you to grind yourself on your boyfriend's face.

Simon moaned, and stopped his movements to give a light nip at your clit, causing you to gasp. "Simon!"

"Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah? Want you to cum on my face." He returned to his previous movement, and flattened his tongue against your folds once more.

You became a babbling mess as your orgasm rippled through you, your hips bucking wildly. Simon rested his arm against your midsection to pin you down, preventing you from moving as he slurped up every remnant of your orgasm.

He pulled away after a moment to find you completely fucked out before him. It was a sight to behold, and Simon wanted more of it. "Let's see if you can be a good girl, and give me another?"

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

A harsh smack came down on your ass, as Johnny forced you on all fours on the bed. "You're mine, got that? Mine, and mine alone." He sneered as another smack came down to your other ass cheek. You two had just gotten home from the bar, where a man had tried to take his shot with you, sending Johnny into a jealous rage.

You let out a breathy moan, out of pain and pleasure. You felt yourself growing sopping wet and cried out when you felt Johnny run a finger along your soaked folds. "Already so wet for me, aren't you?"

"All for you, Johnny. Only you." You chanted, gripping the sheets in front of you.

"That's right. Mine." He repeated, before diving into your pussy. He licked at your hole, in a circular motion, while palming roughly at your ass.

He started lapping at your hole like a man starved, the slurping noises coming from him were obscene, and you nearly came from that alone. "My fuckin' pussy."

He moved his mouth to your folds, allowing him to insert his index finger into you, pumping it slowly.

You were so close already. His words were filthy, and you couldn't get enough of it. You pushed backwards, grinding yourself on Johnny's face.

He chuckled into your heat and picked up the pace of his fingers, his tongue following suit on your folds. "Baby, I'm so close." You cried out, gripping the sheets in front of you.

Johnny pulled his face away from you and landed another smack on your ass. You could hear his belt buckle hitting the floor behind you. "Not yet, baby girl. Want you to cum on my cock first."

John Price-

"Sit on my face." John commanded. You blushed at his request, as this was something you'd never tried before. It'd always been a silent fantasy of yours, but you were always worried you'd be too heavy for him. "Now, don't make me ask again."

You moved your way up to the head of the bed and put your thighs around John's face. He could sense your hesitience to sit, so he grabbed your waist and pulled you down on his mouth roughly.

You gasped, feeling his tongue immediately going to your sopping folds. The worries of your weight on his face were long gone, as your mind grew hazy from the movements of Price's tongue.

"Ride my face, sweetheart." He asked, moving his face away from your heat for just a moment to catch his breath.

You looked down to find him staring back at you with intent, giving you the fuel to do what he'd asked of you.

He flattened his tongue against your core, and you started to move your hips back and forth slowly. Your heart was racing, and you started to quicken your movements after hearing a guttural moan from your lover's lips.

Your fingers flew to Price's hair, tangling them in his soft brown strands and gripping them firmly. Another moan came from him, and his arms tightened around your thighs, locking you in place.

The two of you had stayed like that for nearly an hour, Price refusing to let you out of his grasp until he had his fill.

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

"You look fucking divine, babe." Kyle praised as he admired your naked form in the shower.

Kyle got in his knees in front of you and lifted your leg over his shoulder, leaving your heat bare to him.

He made eye contact with you before shoving his face into your cunt.

You cried out, your hands finding their way onto Kyle's head, digging your nails into his scalp.

He started with kitten licks, slowly lapping at your folds, while never taking his eyes off of you. You tried to maintain eye contact with your lover, but you could help but let your head fall back to the cold shower wall behind you, moaning loudly.

"Taste so sweet, baby." He praised, taking a moment to breathe, before going back to your folds with his tongue. He exhaled deeply as his tongue slipped to your hole. He looked back up at you again before he started moving his tongue in and out of you.

You squealed out, digging your fingernails into Kyle's back, breaking skin in some spots. This spurred him on, and he quicked his pace, tongue fucking you at a brutal pace.

The shower had grown cold, long before the two of you were finished.

König-

"One more, Maus, for me. I know you can do it." König pleaded, picking his head up from his spot between your legs. He'd been there for the better part of an hour, drawing countless orgasms from you. He was so pussy drunk, he couldn't stop himself from going back for more.

You whined loudly, struggling to wiggle from his iron grip. You were beyond overstimulated, causing every touch from König to feel like it was going to break you.

König smirked to himself before moving his tongue to your folds once more. Your hands found his, and your fingers laced together in a firm grip on your lower stomach.

He started to spell out the German alphabet with his tongue on your puffy clit, the movements causing you to squeal, and buck your hips into his face.

You were full-on panting, still trying to squirm out of your boyfriend's grip to no avail. You felt another impending orgasm, and you gripped Königs hands hard. "Please Kö."

He nodded into your pussy, and moved his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles vigorously.

You felt the coil in your belly snap, and your head was thrown back as you felt a flush of liquid pool from your heat.

You felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment as you looked down to find your lover's face soaked with your essence. "I'm...I'm so sorry I didn't know that.. was going to happen." You mumbled sheepishly.

König had a wolfish grin on his face. He'd never seen you squirt before, and my god did it make his cock strain in his pants worse than before. He pressed a loving kiss to the inside of your thigh. "Gotta clean up the mess I made. It's only fair, right, Maus?"

Alejandro-

"Sabes tan bien hermosa." (You taste so good beautiful) Came Alejandro's voice from in between your thighs.

You'd had a long, exhausting day and wanted to come home and just lay in bed. Alejandro could see the stress you were under and wanted nothing more than to help in any way he could.

He drew you a bath, massaged your shoulders and made you dinner, but now found himself feasting between your thighs.

You were a disheveled mess on your shared bed, your wet hair was splayed out on the sheets behind you, and your thighs were trapped around your lover's head.

He'd begun slow, languid licks over your soaked core, his eyes never leaving yours. His grip tightened around your legs as he started to bury his face into your pussy, exhaling deeply.

The hair from his beard had tickled your folds, as he began to lick up and down your heat, collecting all of your arousal with each stroke of his tongue.

"Ale." You moaned, arching your back to shove your cunt closer to your lover's mouth. "So good."

He grunted into your heat, as he started to press open mouth kisses along your folds. You were full on panting at this point. Alejandro never failed to have you come undone on his tongue, not once.

He felt you start to shake slightly, indicating your oncoming orgasm. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging tightly as your orgasm rapidly approached. He picked up his pace, his tongue now frantically flicking at your clit.

He slurped up your essence as your high pulsed through you, his face not leaving your core.

Your pussy started to grow overstimulated, and you tried to push Alejandro's face away, but he wouldn't budge. "No, mi amor, I haven't gotten my fill of you yet."

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A/N: I'm so sorry for this trash, I get way too into writing this filth🫣😮‍💨

[cillianhead]

Strawberry Syrup || Cillian Murphy

summary: A hot day by the pool with your desperate boyfriend <3

Warnings: SMUT!! Dubcon Themes, Unprotected P in V, oral (f receiving), fingering, sex in the pool, public sex, Daddy kink, Food Play (LISTEN.... DON'T ACTUALLY DO THIS STUFF BC ITS UNSANITARY!! (it could give you a UTI or a yeast infection or anything like that D: ), sorta switch!Cillian, squirting, Adult content!! (some sorta self insert bits that are a bit toooooo personal but it's just like a mention of reader having tattoos and stuff hehe) (Age Gap mentions, Cillian is older, Reader is in her mid 20s and he's in his mid 30s) (Cillian is a horndog in this basically)

Short fic since I haven't uploaded anything in a while.

((also stuff in italics... is sort of like memories or something (so stuff in italics isn't necessarily related to the plot... but it's gonna be mixed throughout the whole fic so just a reminder the stuff that is ITALICISED is all stuff that's either "thoughts" or "memories of the past"))

(also currency is talked about and I used the words "dollars" and "cents" because that's just what I'm used to saying? But I know there's like pounds and all the other currencies there are KDSKDSKD)

18+ MINORS DNI

Cillian had been incredibly needy lately, following you everywhere you went like a lost puppy. He just wanted your attention even though he got plenty of it. Well... maybe not this past week. Cillian and you went at it like rabbits, like at least three times a day everyday kind of thing. But you wondered how long it would take for him to get on his knees and beg after getting denied over and over and over again for you to give him (and specifically his raging boner) any sort of attention. You were surprised you had made it even to the seven-day mark. But here you were.

Cillian had turned into a total cranky mess. And you were loving it. Of course, he could get himself off... that's what made it so good, every morning you'd pretend you're asleep while you listened to the sound of him whimpering and whining like a bitch in heat and fisting his cock as he got off to the sight of you 'sleeping'.

And fuck the sweltering summer air didn't help. The aircon was broken and you'd gone through a dozen fans, trying to blow away the hot air. But the heat was making Cillian feel stir-crazy. He had to have you. No matter how hot it was, no matter how sweaty or dehydrated, he had to have you right fucking now.

He had done about a thousand fucking laps of his substantially large swimming pool, trying to work his pent-up frustration and energy out but it only did so well. He had swam until his legs were cramped up, and his eyes stung from the chlorine, leading them to be bloodshot and somehow miraculously making his eyes even bluer (bluer than the aquamarine pool). And there you lie. In that bikini you know is too tight. And he thinks to himself 'Why do you even bother to be in your bikini when it's just the two of us and I can fucking see your entire pussy through that thing anyway?'. You're reading some romance novel, and you're wet but not from the pool. Cillian is rock hard in his soaking and tight swimming shorts, the head of his cock is barely concealed from peaking out. He's dripping wet and he's angry.

"Why de fuck have you been denying me of sex for the past.... 7 days and 15 hours or however de fuck long it's been, girl?" He huffed, sitting down and carelessly grabbing your book (which was fucking printed and published in the 70s... IT CAN'T HANDLE THE WATER) and tossing it to the side, onto the wet ground. You gasp and reach out to grab your book that's been smashed in like a yam and wet and torn apart but Cillian grabs you by your forearms, brushing your new fresh tattoo (the reason you weren't swimming) and making you hiss.

"Ow... why would you do that, Cillian?" You scolded, wriggling in his hold. But you knew what was happening... he was finally taking charge. The thing you loved most about Cillian was how he was so giving and so desperate to please you at all times, like an obedient dog. He was madly in love with you and submissive to your demands, anything you wanted, you'd get. And you'd boss him around in the bedroom but that was fine because Cillian was in love with your pussy too, and whatever it took to get it, he'd do it... even if he had to dress up as a clown to do so. But he was also controlling when he got it most of the time. Though he was nearing 35, he was still like a teenager when it came to you. Dick was hard at just the sight of you and he immediately would need your hand or your mouth (if he was lucky) or even your tight pussy that always wrapped around him so perfectly. It didn't matter where you were... if he was driving, he'd get it... if you were in a public park on a Sunday night, he'd get it... if you were in a grocery store on a Black Friday sale (he'd get it), waiting in line as he ground himself into your ass until he came in his pants... It looked like he was just hugging you from behind. But you had to stand there in horror as he did so because you couldn't make a scene.

"Answer me question... babe..." He whispered as he pressed you down into the softly cushioned sunbathing chair. You were both being cooked in the sun but you were both lathered in sunscreen so it was fine. Oh, the horror on Cillian's face as he watched slather the white creamy liquid over your tits and rubbed the lotion in so incredibly sexually. You didn't even let him touch your tits for this whole week, he was suffering. But Cillian didn't care that his back was already beginning to sunburn, he fucking needed you now and honestly he was so pussy-hungry that he didn't care what it takes to get his dick inside of you. In his eyes you were the lamb and he was the depraved wolf, drooling at the sight of your trembling body beneath him. Ready to be covered in your blood.

"I just..." You shook your head and smiled to yourself, laughing out air as you bit your lip. "I just thought maybe I was letting you have it too much... you were becoming too spoiled..."

"What does that even mean?" He huffed and leaned in, resting his full body weight on top of you so you couldn't move and his hips were aligned with yours so his hard cock could press upright against your nice and warm core. Though still through his swimmers and your thin little bikini thong.

"F-Fuck..." You whimpered, honestly, you had been suffering too... even your vibrator couldn't do it for you, and just the mere pressure of his thick cock up against you... you felt like you could cum. You arched your back involuntarily. "I just... fuck... thought maybe we needed a tolerance break?"

"A fuckin' tolerance break... I'm not a drug darlin' and neither are you, baby you're just depriving yourself of what you need..." He growled right into the shell of your ear, teeth nipping at your neck. "Let me in..." He was a bit drunk and horribly depraved and his voice was like gravel.

"Beg for it," You whispered out and Cillian groaned, this time fully collapsing in on you and laying his head in the crook of your neck, rocking his hips back and forth on yours. He humped you lazily and you allowed it, enjoying the whines he was making and the pleasure that was pulsing within you.

"Please... fucking hell... please..." He moaned with a cry. "I need you so bad... my hand won't do... it just won't do... please Y/N... please baby... let me fuck you... please... let me at least get a taste of ya once again..."

"Show me how good you can go down on me baby and I'll see if you're good enough to put your dick in me..." You hummed and he sighed as he began kissing you sloppily. "You can leave one mark... Cillian... ONE..."

"Thank you... thank you, sweet girl..." Cillian whined, hands beginning to cup your body cautiously. He was so afraid he was going to do something wrong and suddenly you'd deny him even the pleasure of having your clit in his mouth. But as he kissed down your chest his fingers trembled hesitantly over your bikini top, tits begging to be released. "Can I? Please?"

"Go ahead, Cill..." You hummed with a smug smile on your face. His hands instantly moved at your words of approval, tugging the fabric from off of your nipples and popping it into his mouth with a moan. Cillian's eyes closed as he sighed from his nose, finally satisfied for now. His thumb twiddled with your other nipple, causing you to let out breathy whimpers. "F-Fuck... Cillian..."

"Mmmm..." He groans, slobber dripping from his lips as he continues to rut himself into your hips. Cillian's hair was all messy from when he'd been in the pool, ends curling and falling over his face. He looked so pretty with your tit in his mouth.

"You're all mine..." You whispered, running your thumb along his razor-sharp cheekbone, skin softer than silk. "You're my property aren't you, Cillian?" You grabbed him by the nape of his neck, tugging on the roots of the longer hair that grew there. You pulled his head off of your nipple, his mouth agape and he whines like a brat.

"I'm yours, Y/N..." He huffs, leaning back down to keep sucking but you pulled harder on his neck as if he were a misbehaving kitten. "F-Fuck... I'm your property... darling... all yours... please... I just... I just want to please you..." "I know, honey..." You cooed with a smirk as you reached over to the table beside you and picked a strawberry from the batch and popped it in your mouth, sucking on it suggestively. "That's why you're gonna eat me out like your life depends on it..." You're amused as you watch him scramble to lie flat on his stomach between your legs and he watches as you take off your bikini bottoms and spread your legs open wide. His pupils dilated immediately at the sight.

"I've missed this so much," He whines, his voice breaking as he leans in and kisses your pussy. His eyes flutter close at the little taste of you, his mouth hovering ever so slightly above your cunt, not quite touching. His lips touch you again and as he licks up your pussy he moans and fully presses himself in there, snout buried into your clit as his tongue flickered in and out of your gushing hole.

"O-Oh... that's it..." You arch your back as you push his head further into your warmth. He was completely breathing you in now as your thighs squeezed your head but eventually, you felt two hands grab ahold of your shaky thighs and pin them down side by side until you were spread out. It was concerning how easily he was able to bend and shape you into different positions, molding you like clay. It helped that he was impossibly strong as he manhandled you down into this position, eating you out for his own pleasure, not yours.

You were a writhing mess and you felt embarrassed to admit that you were about to cum. "Fuck you need to slow down... need to slow down a bit for me... Cill..." You whimpered, moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear but you didn't care. But he only sped up, devouring you completely.

He was truly eating your pussy like his life depended on it because it did. Nothing else mattered to him but drinking down the sweet juice that your fruit of a pussy gave him. You may not be a drug but he was addicted to your cunt like it was one. Cillian had an obsession with you and he had an obsession with your perfect so-called 'heavenly' pussy. He wrote songs about you, he wrote poems about the euphoria of having your tight walls wrapped around him at all times, even during. Wet ink on wet skin, black ink smeared across your stomach as he wrote words that were coming into his mind, words you had inked on your skin with a tattoo machine later on.

"Cillian..." You whined loudly, your moan was pornographic, and with the way he could feel your heartbeat pounding against his tongue as he swirled it around your clit. His mouth was masterful and precise as you came on his face. He knew how to make you cum in a way no other did. You truly were soulmates. At least that's what he said. The sound of your whiny voice and how incredibly wet your pussy was, he just knew. So he slipped a finger into you and you seized up and cried as your body spasmed with pleasure. Only one finger made it feel like you were being stretched right open, you were always so tight and wet, and yet you could take so much. You knew he knew he had earned it... he had that look in those steel blue eyes, that cheeky look, full of mischief and lust that he knew it was okay for him to slip a finger in without asking because he was preparing you for what was to come.

"Fuck... Fuck... oh my god..." You had such a dirty mouth but you couldn't help the pathetic and inappropriate words or sounds you were making right now. Your consciousness and being were elsewhere as Cillian pushed you over the edge once more into an impending and mind-shattering orgasm. He slipped in a second finger and you mewled as you felt your cunt uncontrollably spasm as it squirted out onto Cillian's face and soaking his face oncemore. It was as if he had dived right into that 2 meters of water, soaking his entire face and chest, some of it even getting in his hair.

"Give it to me, baby girl... that's it..." He mumbled into your quivering pussy, your clit growing numb. One of his hands moved from its other position on keeping your hips in place to your nipples. He knew you so well and he knew all the buttons to push to make it that much better. It was overwhelming.

"O-Okay... Okay... that's enough... please... Cillian... please..." You cry tapping the top of his head impatiently and hesitantly he slipped his fingers from your sticky cunt and sat back up, pulling your legs over his so his crotch was perfectly aligned with your overstimulated pelvis. "Cillian... baby... I just need a moment..."

"Yeah? That's alright, my love," He whispered and he leaned in and kissed you, smearing your lips and face with your own cum. But at this point you were too drunk on your own pleasure to care, his lips to pretty... too irresistable to deny a kiss. That's one thing you hadn't denied him of... your lips. To kiss of course... nothing else. You made out like horny teenagers but you never did anything... barely touching him over his clothes. Just to get him really hot and bothered.

"I love you..." You whispered into his mouth that's dripping with drool and squirt.

"I love you more," He huffed and laid on you, lying his head on one of your tits and sighing happily. He looked over at all the fruit lying on the table that looked almost as delicious as you. "God that looks like good fruit..."

"Yeah..." You ran your fingers along his freckled back, muscles sculpted perfectly over his pointy shoulder blades. "Got them at the store yesterday... erm... they were on sale for like... two dollars and ninety cents or something..." You shrugged heavily as you began running your fingers through his hair.

"Wow... is that all? That's amazing..." He chirped and he raised his head up to look at your pretty face. "Well... did I prove myself to you, my darling girl?" "Y-Yeah... fuck... you really wanna do it right now?" You mumbled as you looked up into his eyes with a gaze full of love. You were still so sensitive from what had just happened, you hadn't cum like that for A WHOLE WEEK. You felt like you just took a dose of ecstasy. "Can we just cuddle for a bit?"

"Hmm...." He sighed, sitting up on the chair now and gazing down at how sticky your pussy looked and then at the strawberries that looked just as ripe and appetizing. He nodded. "Alright... baby... I'll give ya a little break..." He reached over and grabbed a strawberry from the bunch. It was red like the bruise he left on your neck. And as he bit into the juicy strawberry, he thought of you.

"Is it good?" You asked as you sat up a bit on the chair more and reaching out for one yourself.

"So good," He moaned with a mouthful of strawberry syrup and pulp. "Tastes like you."

"What?" You laughed and blushed as you ate your own strawberry. "You're so stupid..." You snickered as you ate.

"It's just the truth," He shrugged, the tops of his shoulders were flushed from the hot sun but the both of you were enjoying the warmth. "I love you... I am so in love with you... I am the luckiest man alive..."

"God shut up..." You rolled your eyes and smiled bashfully at his praising. But he loved it when you played it coy with him, he thought you were so cute. And he thought you could never look more beautiful, sunkissed and warm in the sun with him. Your hair is a mess and your tits are out and still wet from his spit. The straps of your bikini still help to accentuate your features and make you look like a treat he needs to unwrap.

"God I can't wait to put my cock in you..." He whispered as he pressed the tip of a strawberry to your sternum. The cold perked you up a bit as you watched him drag the strawberry down your stomach and onto your recovering pussy. He pressed the ruby red fruit onto your sticky clit and ran it down even further.

"Cillian... what are you doing... don't-" But you were interrupted by the feeling of an intrusion. He pressed the tip of the rather large and bulbous strawberry into your cunt, soaking it in your ambrosia-like cum. "Oh... Oh my god..." He pressed it in slightly deeper until he was only clutching at the stem and then he pulled it out intact and popped the tip of it into his mouth.

"Mmmm...." He bit into it and pulled it away, the strawberry juice dripping from his lips as he spoke. "Perfect.... so... fucking.... divine..."

You laid back and huffed out. "I can't believe you just did that... oh my god..."

"Did it feel like a cock?" Cillian asked bluntly and with a stupid-cocky grin on his face. "Tell me, Y/N... when you let me put a strawberry in that little cunt of yers... did it feel as good as when I have my dick in ya?" He leaned in and whispered right into your ear as he pressed the open strawberry to your clit and you let out a gasp.

"N-No..." You shook your head and closed your eyes shut. "It didn't... you shouldn't have done that..."

"Tell me how badly you want me inside you..." Cillian was using that voice he knew got to you. That deep and raspy bedroom voice... if he spoke like that to you always... you would commit heinous crimes for him if he told you so. "C'mon... like you said earlier... beg for it... like yer life depends on it..."

You were flustered at the switch in control. You found yourself suddenly helpless to the pleasure that was accumulating within you, a strawberry rubbing your sticky clit in the most perfect rhythm. Cillian was a dirty-minded man when it came to you... and he smirked as he watched you give in to it... you let him get you off with a literal strawberry.

The strawberry juice leaked down your already sopping pussy, making it the perfect treat for Cillian to lean down and make out with your sex and suck up the juice left behind from the fruit. He still feverishly rubbed the half-bitten fruit against your throbbing clit while he licked circles around your hole... where you really needed him.

"Pl-Please... Cillian..." You moaned pathetically, you hated when he made you beg. You let out a bratty huff and rolled your eyes. "Please... I need you..."

"Need me to what?" He smirked as he bit into the strawberry now, one finger inside of you, fingering your g-spot. He was finished with the fruit, mind now fully focused on you as he made you cum all over his fingers, readying you for the stretch of his cock.

"Cillian..." You whined.

"Be a good girl now..."

"Fuck... please... I need you to fuck me... need you to cum in me..." You added that last part with a smirk. You didn't let Cillian cum inside of you always, just to mix it up a little because you knew there was no other feeling out there for him that was like cumming inside of you, it was euphoric for him. You liked playing hard to get. "Please... daddy... put your babies in me?" You reached your hand up and tugged on the chain you had got him for his birthday. And you looked up at him with doe-like eyes that you knew would get him to give in to you and your pleading.

He kissed you instantly and undid his shorts to pull his suffering cock out. It was sensitive and painfully hard and he couldn't wait to bust a load into you. Especially if you were calling him daddy.

"Such a good girl..." He praised as he lined the thick head of his cock up with your pussy. He smeared you with the leaking precum and as he pressed into you, he sighed with pleasure. "I missed being inside you... so much..." Cillian whispered, eyes squeezed shut.

"Please... oh my god..." You arched your back as he stretched you open with his veiny cock. "Daddy...." You cried. "Please... kiss me..."

"Aw... how sweet..." He cooed condescendingly to you as he leaned in and connected your lips but as you opened your mouth he spat right onto your tongue and grabbed ahold of your jaw. "Swallow..." He growled and you did just that and swallowed his spit obediently. "That's right... baby... you belong to me..."

His hips moved and you were deemed speechless as he began fucking you. Your fence only went so high, if someone next door went on their top balcony or even opened their curtains they would see Cillian fucking you like you were in some sort of porno film. You were seeing stars as he rocked his hips in and out of you. It was graceful in the way he moved, like a ballet dancer, every move perfectly choreographed and precise. The tip of his cock was abusing your g-spot repeatedly, to the point you were barely coherent enough to speak. Body limp and mind blank as you were used for all you were good for.

His hands gripped at your hips tightly, rocking you back and forth as he moaned like the slut he was. Cillian was loving every second of this as he thrusted his hips back and forth perfectly spearing you on his cock. You clutched the chair with your left hand and the other left scratch makrs down his poor sunburnt back. But the pain was worth it, the feeling of your warm sticky walls wrapped around him... well... it felt like home. And his eyes rolled into the back of his head as you squeezed around him, he fucked you like an animal, gripping one of your tits in his palm, squeezing it and groaning once more as you clenched around him.

"Daddy.... I'm gonna..." You whined in a high pitch voice, eyebrows knitted together and your tongue hanging heavy on your jaw. "I'm gonna cum... oh my god..." "Cum for me baby, make a mess all over me... please...." He groaned with a sigh as he leaned down and attached his mouth to your other tit, the one he hadn't before. He flexed his hips every time he pressed his cock into you, pressing it deeper in you as he leaked out cum. "I'm gonna cum too..." He huffed, face flushed and sweaty, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Please cum inside me..." You moaned as you threw your head back, your orgasm engulfing you. He did just that, biting your neck as he fucked you full of his seed, balls sticky with a mixture of your arousal and his. "Ooh... feels so good..." "Yeah, baby..." He whimpered and pressed his hot lips to the side of your face, leaving sloppy traces of spit along your cheeks until your lips tangled with his. He made out with you as you rode out your high, your entire body was overflowing with love and the white-hot blinding pleasure. You still felt so full and stretched out on him but then he slowly eased his movements and pulled out, biting his lip. "God..." Cillian gasped, sitting up and looking down at your pussy that now seeped out his cum. "So pretty..."

"Please... hold me..." You pouted, reaching out your heavy arms to have him lie on top of you again. "Need to feel you... daddy..."

Cillian obliged happily, scooping you up in his arms and shifting so you were lying in his lap with your head on his shoulder. He held you and kissed your head. "I love you so much, you know that right?" He whispered into your scalp that he smelled with a smile on his lips.

"I love you more..." You grinned bashfully, running your nose along his collarbone and neck. You just loved the way he smelled. It wasn't his cologne or anything... it was just the way he smelled. You were addicted to it. "That was so good... can't believe we went a whole week without it..."

Cillian snickered and nodded. "Yeah... if you give me a couple of minutes ill be able to go at it again..." He smirked, cheeks rosy as he looked at you fondly.

"God shut up... you sillyhead..." You ruffled his wet hair and kissed the tip of his nose as you two laid there. Eventually you would go inside and he'd sneak himself into your shower where you'd fuck him against the wall while still covered in your strawberry-syrup body wash.

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It's summer here and I am dying from the heat and the idea of physically touching anyone right now is so ugh... EW... but Cillian is the only exception of course.

Hope you enjoyed this little fic... I know it's short but I wanted to give you guys something... the third part to Red Eyes and A Pair of New Glasses will be out soon I promise :)...

[flowerbunnyboo]

SHOOTING SPARKS AND A WHOLE LOT OF OTHER THINGS | back

starring: san x male reader

summary: Mn and San got married through an arranged marriage. They caught feelings for each other but they needed a spark to confess.

nsfw, minors dni, don’t report

San came to his house after receiving a risky message from his partner only to see red petals on the floor and the living room filled with scented candles. He knew Mn was upto something when he saw the curtains being drawn before.

San unconsciously smiled and made his way to his husband’s room. The two had an arrange marriage but they were friends before their marriage. The feelings were there but some spark was needed.

Mn and San had been married for a month now. Mn was a virgin but he had enough knowledge to have sex. He knew he was a horny beast.

On the other side, San was calm. Sex was always secondary to him in relationships and he used to make sure that his bottoms received all the love while having sex.

“Babe what's all this ?”, San said as he looked at a beautiful man wearing a robe and lace panties lying down on the bed. Mn smirked a bit seeing the erection starting to grow in San’s pant.

“San, baby, please have sex with me. I want you so badly”, Mn said hugging his husband. Those words were enough for San to become turned on.

“Are you sure love ? I don't want to do something uncomfortable”, San said cupping Mn’s face. It was their first time and especially Mn’s first time. He wanted it to be magical. The younger was happy that his husband was concerned. Mn smiled and took his husband’s hand and held it between his hands.

“Yes Sannie… but please don't be rough”, Mn said looking down shyly. “Of course what my prince wants is what he gets”, San said before lifting Mn up and kissing him passionately. He wanted to make Mn feel the love that he had for him.

Slowly and steadily the two undressed each other. Mn was in shock seeing his husband’s body. Toned abs and the body of a Greek God.

Mn just eyed San’s body like it was an artifact on display. “Like what you see baby ?”, San asked seeing his boyfriend stare at him. Mn locked his lips. “Like it ? I love it !”

San just chuckled and and brought Mn closer by the waist. Mn leaned in to kiss his husband. San smilingly sealed their lips. The two kissed as their tongues danced to the rhythm of their love. San's hands slowly made their way towards Mn’s butt. Caressing it and giving it a little jiggle causing Mn to laugh.

San bridal way lifted his husband and brought him on the bed. Mn felt a little shy. “Baby don't be shy. You are beautiful and pretty”, San whispered kissing each and every part of Mn.

“Okay baby I'm going to loosen you up. If it hurts just scream ‘yellow’, okay ?”, San said cutely. Mn couldn't help but chuckle “Okay~AHH~mmphh”. San inserted a finger slowly yet the pain was prevalent in the nether region of Mn.

“Shush baby. Do you want me to stop. I don't want to see you in pain”, San said wiping Mn’s tears. He immediately took out his finger. Mn deeply breathed, “N-no continue~”. He gave San a look of consent. San nodded and inserted another finger and scissored his husband’s hole.

Soon there were four fingers in and Mn was a mess. Not only was he being fucked by four fingers thrusting in and out but San was sucking on every sweet spot on his body and playing with his nipples, “Aah~da-addy m~ore”

San kissed Mn lovingly, he wanted to make sure that the two of them were making love and not just fucking. “Okay baby I'm going to stick it in and don't forget the safe word”, San said grabbing lube from the bedside table. Even though how badly he wanted to wreck Mn, San didn't want to hurt him.

The dominant lined himself up and slowly and steadily pushed in. “Damn baby so tight-”, San said as he felt the tight walls clenching around his dick.

Mn arched his back as he felt full, “D~addy more p~lease unghhh m~ove”. San started thrusting at in inhumane pace hitting every right spot. San was big so his dick hit Mn’s prostate with every thrust.

“~AH-H SHIT~D-ADDY MOR-E”, Mn said wanting more. He was in paradise right now. With every thrust, the younger was living in ecstasy. If this is how having sex feels like then he wouldn't mind having sex everyday.

“I~I’m gon~na cum-unghhh”, Mn said before shooting white strings of cum decorating his and San’s chest. “Damn baby I just started and you came”, San said smirking. ~Y-ou mak~e me fe~el g-ood f-fuckkk”

San swiftly changed positions and made Mn all up on his knees. He quickly inserted his hard cock right into Mn’s tight pink hole. Mn moaned real hard feeling San's dick hit his prostate.

“Fuck~ babe-e”. San played with Mn’s nipples pleasuring him even more. San didn't stop though. His animalistic yet pleasuring pounding was bringing Mn ecstacy. “Does it feel good baby ?”, San asked as he kissed Mn. Mn couldn’t even form words. Taking his silence as a yes, San started to pound faster. Mn could feel his orgasm coming.

“Ah~ fuck da~addy cum-unghhh”. San could feel his release coming closer too. “Let's cum together baby”. And with that, Mn shot strings of white cum, spraying out everywhere. It was almost like a white pond. Two thrusts later, San too released his load inside Mn. He then pulled out letting his work of white river flow down his husband’s hole.

San laid besides Mn taking him in his arms and muttering apologies for hurting Mn. Mn chuckled seeing his husband apologize. “Baby it's okay. It doesn't even hurt, my big baby”. San smiled hearing the answer.

As Mn cuddled more into San, he couldn’t help but blurt out his feelings. “San.. I love you”. San was shocked but shy at the same time. His eyes turned red and he quickly pulled Mn in for a kiss. “Baby, I wouldn’t have made love to you if I wasn’t in love with you”. Hearing San's answer made Mn chuckle.

The two hugged and cuddled for some time. “Come on let’s get you cleaned up”. San cleaned up Mn and gave him everything he wanted. This showed Mn that sex for San is really secondary. He was gentle during sex and gentle afterwards too. He felt really lucky. San ruffled his husband’s hair. "Let's sleep now”. And with a kiss the two slept.

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[layce2015]

The Boys (Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader)

(A/n: I wanted to say that writing this fic, I believe is gonna be the most mature, violent and sexual I’m gonna get in this story. If you have not watched this show, go to Amazon Prime and watch the show. If you are under the age of 18, probably do not read this.)

Next Chapter / Masterlist

1944

I was sitting in the waiting room with my husband, waiting for the nurse to call me. Few days ago, I had received a phone call from the doctor's saying that I needed to come in for a visit and it made me nervous as I am usually good on keeping up with my health.

I sighed as my husband, Adam, looks over at me. "You okay, honey?" He asked me in a concerned voice. "Just wondering why I am here." I said. "Did you miss an appointment? Or a shot?" Adam asked me and I shake my head. "No...at least...I don't think so." I said, thinking, then the door to the back of the office opens.

The nurse walks out of the door and looks at her clipboard. "Ms. (L/n)?" She said and I raise my head. "The doctor will see you now." She said and both Adam and I stand up.

​​​​We follow her to one of the back rooms until she stops in front of a room and opens the door. "The doctor will be with you soon." She tells us and Adam and I walk into the room and I sit in one of the chairs, Adam takes the chair next to me. He pats me on the back, soothingly, as I sit there and try to figure out what the hell this could be for.

Eventually, the doctor came I  but the thing was, he didn't look like my normal doctor. My normal doctor was an older, balding man, this doctor was young and with a head full of dark black hair. "Hello, Ms (l/n)." The doctor said and I give him a confused look.

"Um, are you new? I've never seen you before. Where's Doctor Jefferson?" I asked him and I could've sworn I saw Cole give a nervous look at this new doctor. "Doctor Jefferson is on vacation. I'm Doctor Miller. I'll be taking over while he is on vacation." The young man said and I eyed him a bit but gave a reluctant nod.

"Anyway, it seems you are needing a shot for this new disease that's been going around, thanks to this horrible war we got." Doctor Miller said as he goes to the table near him and picks up a syringe with some blue liquid in it.

"New disease? I've never heard of a new disease." I said and Doctor Miller comes up to me, needle in hand. "Trust me, you need this, ma'am." Doctor Miller said but I felt like something was off. "No, I, uh..." I stammered, nervously, as I stand up but then Adam stands up next to me and places his hands on my shoulder.

"Adam?" I said, confused, as he starts to hold me in place as Miller comes at me with a needle. "Sorry, honey, but you need this." He said. "What are you talking about?!" I asked when Miller inserted the needle in my arm and I let out a yelp.

He pulls the needle out of my arm and I look at him. "What the hell did you just put in me?" I asked him just as I started to feel pain all over my body. I yelled then screamed as I doubled over and fall to the ground. I look up at Adam, and through my tears, I asked. "What did you do?" I asked then I screamed again.

"Honey, this will be a great opportunity for us. For you. And this is was the only way." Adam replied. "Why? Why me?" I asked as I felt another wave of pain. "Because Ms (y/n) we need someone like you." Miller replied and the pain subsides but I start to feel light headed then I pass out.

I groan as I slowly open my eyes, my vision was blurry but it seemed all I could see was white. I blink several times before my vision becomes clearer and I could see a figure standing before me.

I gasp and sit up to see Doctor Miller, if that was even his real name, in a white coat with a clipboard in hand, staring at me. "Where am I? Where's Adam? Who are you, really?" I asked, in a quick panicked voice.

​​​​​"As I told you, I am Doctor Miller. You, Ms (y/n), are in the secret lab of Vought Tower. As for your husband, he is having a talk with my boss." Miller informed me. "Vought Tower? Why am I here?" I asked. "Because we have developed a serum, called Compound V. It gives the subject powers beyond our wildest dreams. And you, are among the first people to be injected with this wonderful serum." Miller explained and I raised an eyebrow at this.

”But why me?” I asked and Miller smirks. “Because you are the perfect woman for our idea of a female hero.” Miller said.

Present Day

I gasp, sit up and look at my surroundings, realizing that I was in my living room on my couch. I sighed as I try to shake off the terrible memory I just relived in my dream and looked over at my TV, seeing news coverage about that stupid hero group, The Seven, promoting their new movie Dawn of The Seven.

One of the news reporter had that prick of a leader, Homelander, talking to him and asked him a question, I am sure this guy is tired of hearing. "How could you not know all along that Stormfront was a Nazi?" the reporter asked and I could just tell by the look in his eyes that Homelander was exhausted and annoyed at the question.

But I can't say I blame the reporters for asking this question. It was a huge scandal last year that the newly added female hero, Stormfront, was a Nazi. And, to my surprise, she use to be Liberty who was someone I met years ago and use to work with. "Well, I am just a man who fell for the wrong woman. Uh, but, uh...out of crisis comes change. So I spent the last year really slowing down and reconnecting with myself. And I am very excited for everyone to meet the real me." Homelander replied and something about the look in his eyes made me feel a bit unsettled.

It could be just the pressure this man's under or he is really crazy, what the fuck do I know?

I rub the sleep out of my eyes then get up and head into the kitchen to grab something to drink. After grabbing a can of soda, my cellphone rings and I pull it out to see that my old friend, Bethany, was calling. “Hello.” I said. “Hey, (y/n). Was just checking if we were still up for lunch tomorrow?” Bethany asked me. “Yeah, yeah, I am.” I said, tiredly.

”Oh, did I wake you?” She asked me. “No, I just woke up from a nap…” I said. “Nightmares again?” She asked. “More like revisiting my past.” I said. “Is there a difference?” She asked me and I chuckled. “Well, there was some good.” I said. “I hope meeting me is one of them.” She said. “Hmmm, I don’t know…” I said, thinking. “Bitch, I better be.” Bethany said, in a fake offended tone, and I laugh again.

”Still as spunky as ever at your age.” I remarked as Bethany is in her sixties. “You’re only as old as you feel.” She said. “You got that right.” I said. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” She asked. “Yeah, I’ll see ya.” I said. “Alright have a good night.” Bethany said. “You too.” I said and I hang up then sighed again.

After turning the TV and lights off, I got a shower and started to get ready for bed. I sit on the side of my bed then look over at the bedside table to see a picture of me and Ben, AKA Soldier Boy. It was of me and him at some sort’ve movie premiere, I think it was one of his movies I really can’t remember which one as he did a fair amount of movies. He had his arm around my waist and I was hugged up to his side, both of us smiling for the camera.

You would’ve thought we were the perfect couple, the one people would aspire to be. 

But we were far from perfect.

Ben and I always had our ups and downs over the decades. We always seemed to break up constantly, so much so that I’ve honestly lost count. But we always seem to go back to each other. It’s probably fucked up for me to say, knowing how he was, but he was the best man I’ve ever been with.

Sure, he could be rude and crude, full of himself, a flirt with any woman that had caught his eye, and was violent to people, including to some of our teammates, at times but…I couldn’t help but love him. He had his moments with me where he was honest, caring, and sweet in his own way. 

I stared at the photo then set it on the table then looked up at the wall where I have his shield mounted. “Goodnight, Ben.” I muttered to the shield, as if he can hear me, then I start to get into bed and start to fall asleep.

Flashback

Miller left me in this godforsaken room after they had tested me on what abilities I can do. I was curled up in the fetal position on my bed when I hear the door to my room opening. I turn my head and see that it’s Adam that came in. I glared at him as my anger was growing.

”Hello, darling.” Adam said, cautiously. “Don’t call me that. Not after what you did to me.” I growled as I turn my head from him. “Oh, honey…” he said as he comes up to me but was pushed back by an invisible force. He looks surprised by this then looks at me. “Oh, I’m guessing this is one of your powers?” He asked me as I glare at him.

“Why? Why did you do this to me?” I asked him, angrily. “Think of it this way, darling, we’ll live that lavish we’ve always hoped for.” He said to me. “I wanted that but do it the proper way!” I exclaimed. “But this way is so much better and you’ll be famous. Everyone will know your name.” Adam said, excitedly.

“You know I hate being in the spotlight. Why the hell would you think I’d want to be famous? Let alone superhero level of famous?!” I spat, angrily. “It won’t be that bad. You’ll see, once you get started, you’ll actually start to like it. You might even make some new friends.” He said, sounding like he was talking to a child, and I begin to shake at this. Then I go to slap him but he was shoved back by an invisible force and he falls back and hits the padded wall.

“What the hell?!” He exclaimed. “Don’t you dare talk to me like I’m a child!!!” I shout as he scrambles back to his feet. “I’m just trying to help you.” Adam said. “Help me?! You’ve completely ruined my life!” I shout, livid. “Don’t be so dramatic, darling.” He said, waving his hand vaguely.

I growled under my breath and bared my teeth. “Get the hell outta my sight. Right now!” I screamed at him. “Oh, come now, (y/n)! Don’t act like a child!” He said and I stare at him. “I want a divorce.” I whispered and he stares at me. “You don’t mean that.” He said and I felt a tear run down my face. “I mean it. I don’t want to see you anymore.” I said then his face turns from concern to determine.

”Well, it’s not gonna happen, my dearest. We made a vow. For better or worse, remember? And also, you being a divorced woman? Your career will be ruined before it even started. People will look down on you.” Adam said and I glare at him again as my eyes begin to fill with unshed tears.

”I hate you.” I growled at him and he gives a small smirk. “You don’t mean that. You’ll see in time, this was what’s best for you.” He said then he leaves the room. Once the door closes behind him, I crumbled to my knees and begin to scream and cry.

Present Day

The Next Day

*3rd Person POV*

“You must be having a fսcking laugh. That little cսոt crawled up a guy's cock and blew him to bits. He almost killed Frenchie, and you're just gonna let him go 'cause Stan Edgar asked nice?” Billy Butcher asked Hughie, angrily. The night before they had captured an out of control Supe that was causing problems and brought him in to this company by Neuman that deals with out of control Supes. “Supe collateral damage is down 60%.” Hughie tried to assure him as Frenchie and Kimiko were sitting off the side into their own desks. “Oh, come off it. That's that twɑt Neuman talking.” Butcher argued.

”She has locked up more Supes this year than every other year combined.” Hughie argued. “Then you're a fսcking twɑt. Hughie, you're working with Vought! I'm...” Butcher argued until Kimiko made a loud, discordant music with her keyboard. “Fuck me. I should've done Termite when I had the chance.” Butcher growls.

“Look, look, look, things are good. We're actually winning.” Hughie said. “Winning, are we? Locking up a couple of nobodies ain't winning. They got all the money and all the power, and they want us dead. We're outmanned and outgunned, and we got to put them cսոts in a box before they do it to us.” Butcher shouts. “If you would just compromise a little bit...” said Hughie and this angers Butcher.

"Compromise? Fսck you. Your whole life's a compromise.” Butcher shouts. “Hey, at least I have a fսcking life!” Hughie shouts but then stops when he realized what he said as Butcher glares at him. “I didn't mean that. Look. Look. Can we just stop dancing around this? I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I left.” Hughie said as Kimiko continues to play her keyboard.

”You think I give a shite?” Butcher asked him. “Yeah, I think you do. I think you're pissed that M.M. and I both left.” Hughie said. “M.M. was a bit of a loss. You not so much.” Butcher said then he chuckled a little. “Butcher...it's been a year. You can stop all this. It's okay to stop. To move on. She would've wanted you to.” Hughie tells him as the keyboard music continues until Butcher couldn’t take it anymore.

”Oi, Stevie fսcking Wonder! Will you knock it off? You're doing me fսcking head in! Jesus fսcking Christ. Everyone's losing their fսcking minds.” Butcher shouts and Kimiko recoils back as Frenchie turns to her. “Hey. Forget it.” He whispers to her. “Or maybe they're just trying to be happy.” Hughie argues and Butcher glares at him again before he walks off.

Then Hughie turns to Kimiko. “I thought it sounded great.” He tells her as the door to the office opens then closes and Kimiko smiles at Hughie before she continues to play on her keyboard.

*(y/n)’s POV*

I laughed at the story Bethany was telling me as we sat at a table in this diner, eating lunch. “I mean, it was terrible! Made a mess everywhere!” She tells me, recounting the chaos her two year old grandson did at her house. “Sounds like tyrant.” I joked. “Oh he is but…he does have his cute moments and then I love him all over again.” She said and she gives a smile at this and I smile back.

”Must be nice.” I muttered. “Well, you could have that! My granddaughter told me about these dating apps people use nowadays to met people.” Bethany said and I groan and roll my eyes. “Beth, no…” I groaned and Bethany gives me a frown. “Oh, c’mon, you should met someone!” She said and I shake my head. “No.” I said. “Why not?” She asked me.

”I said no, Beth. I just…I’m not interested.” I said and Bethany gives me a sympathetic look. “Ben really did steal your heart, didn’t he?” She asked me and I frown and set my cup of coffee down on the table. Then she reaches over and places a hand over my hand. “I’m sorry. I know that it’s coming up on the anniversary of his death and it’s always hard on you. But I just…I just want you to be happy. See you smile again.” She tells me as she pats my hand.

”It’s more than he stole my heart, he was my other half. And I just feel…empty…” I said then I sighed. “Maybe we could do something for him on the anniversary?” Bethany suggests and I look over at him and give a small smile to her. “That does sound nice. I might look into that and let you know.” I tell her and she smiles at this. “Okay….” She said and I feel this overwhelming sadness taking over me.

”Excuse me.” I said, doing everything in my power not to burst into tears, and then I head to the bathroom and walk over to the sink. I take a deep breath then let it out, slowly, and look at myself in the mirror. And the moment I look at myself in the mirror, I start to cry.

After I cried in the bathroom for a bit, I clean my face then head back out and finish with my lunch with Bethany. She leaves and I sighed and run my fingers over my eyes as I hear someone take Bethany’s seat. “You’re early.” I said, plainly. “Well, would’ve been here sooner but your friend kept sticking around.” A female voice said and I raise my head up to see Queen Maeve sitting across me, wearing civilian clothes instead of her hero gear.

"You okay?" Maeve asked me, her eyes narrowed with concern. I raise an eyebrow at this then nod. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...didn't have a good night sleep, is all." I said and I pull my bag towards me, dig into it and pull out the file. "Here is all the information I can give you." I said as I hand her the file.

"Whatever it was that killed Soldier Boy. I'm sure it will kill Homelander." I said as Maeve takes the file and opens it to read it. "I’m sure you know the crap Vought put out about his death is bullshit.” I said and Maeve nods. “I had a hunch. But to be sure, you didn’t see anything or how he died, right?” She asked me and I shake my head. “No, I didn’t. All I remember is that I was fighting alongside him then I was knocked out.” I said and Maeve nods as she closes the file and puts it in her own bag.

"Okay, well, I'll give this to Butcher and I'll see what I can do." Maeve said and I nod. "Just tell your friend that I don't want to be bothered by this. I want to be left alone." I said and she nods. "I understand." Maeve said then she stands up, walks up to me and pats my shoulder. "Thank you." She tells me and I smile at her. She smiles back at me then walks out of the diner while I sit there for a moment before I get up and walk out of the building.

Flashback

“Just follow the answers we gave you and everything will be alright.” Miller tells me as we stand in a back room area. We were in this grand ballroom and Vought wanted to introduce me as the new superhero, so they brought me and Adam into a back room to go over basically my script for questions that the press would ask me.

It had been a couple of months since I got powers and during that time they had to test me and see what kind of powers I would develop. It seems I have strength, the ability to move objects without touching them and some sort’ve shielding powers. They even came up with a name for me, Mystic Shade, and a backstory for me because if they told my real backstory that would make them look bad.

Now my story is I was born with these powers and ever since seeing this awful war that is going on with Germany, I wanted to help out anyway I could. 

Vought came up with this to not only give the men someone to oggle at but someone the women could look up to and maybe have them want to help in the war as much as they could.

I stand there as I fidget with my fingers and looking down at my outfit, which was inspired by the nursing outfit the women wore and knee-high white boots. The little white tiara that adorn my head was slipping forward and I push it back in place.

”Darling?” Adam asked me and I look over at him as he holds my hand. I scoff and yank my hand out of his. I was still angry with him and we haven’t really talked much, only time we got together was when we went to bed but nothing would happen except just sleeping the night away.

I look over at Miller and nodded and he smiles then walks out of the room. “How long are you gonna keep acting like this?” Adam asked me. “Just because I can’t divorce you, doesn’t mean I’m gonna forgive you either.“ I replied. “You can’t stay mad at me forever.” He tells me and I turn to him, lean into him as I stare him into his eyes. “Watch me.” I challenged just as the door opens and a young woman comes in.

”Mystic Shade? You’re needed out there.” She said and I take a deep breath and follow her out of the room, leaving Adam alone in the room.

I walk up to the stage as Doctor Vought was at the microphone, talking. Then he turns to me and holds his arm out to me. “Now please welcome the new hero, Mystic Shade!” He said and I push back all of my negative emotions and smile and wave as I walk up to him while the crowd applauded.

I go to Dr. Vought and he shakes my hand then kisses both of my cheeks then leads me to the microphone. Once I get to the microphone, Dr Vought said. “Now, Mystic Shade, will be taking questions.”

And a flood of voices saying over here, over here chanted out and Vought points to a random person. “Yes, you there!” He calls out. “How does it feel to be selected to join by Dr. Vought?” A male voice called out. “Um, it is an incredible opportunity here. And I’m very excited to join.” I replied then more raised hands and voices. Dr Vought pointed out to a different man. 

“When did you first discover your powers?” The second man asked me. “I was about fifteen or sixteen years old when I found out. I guess I was alway born with them it just didn’t develop until I became a teenager.” I replied. “And what are they? I mean, what can you do?” The man asked. “Well, I’m strong, I can move objects without touching them and I can make shields to protect myself and people around me.” I replied and there was a series of ooh’s and aah’s across the crowd. 

Then another round of hands shooting up in the air and Dr Vought points at another hand. "So, are you gonna help out with the war? If so, how does it feel to be the first woman to be out in the field?" The third man asked. "It is something I never would've imagined but I want to help out not just the country but the people who are involved." I said then another man calls out.

​​​​​​"So what's it feel like to achieve everything you hoped for?" He asked and I paused at this. Truth is I didn't achieve anything, this is all a lie. I wanted to scream that out so badly but I couldn't as I stood there frozen. "I-I, uh..." I stammered then Vought comes up to me and places his hands on my shoulders. "I'm sure she feels fantastic. She's being very modest right now. Not being used to this kind of attention can make anyone freeze. So let's give a hand for our new hero!" Vought said and there was applause and I give a small, weak smile.

Minutes later, I walk out on the balcony and took in a deep breath then let it out. Being in that ballroom suffocated me. I lean against the stone railings of the balcony and took in some quick breathes until anger rose in my chest and I slam my fists down on it, making the stone crack. "Whoa-ho, remind me not to make you angry." A male voice said, a bit of a laugh in his tone. 

I jumped at this, not expecting anyone out here, and look to my left to see a man, in a army uniform with a long coat, standing some feet away from me. "I'm not in the mood to talk." I grumbled and I look out on the balcony. "I figured. Saw you up on that stage....and well, here..." he said and I look over at him and see him holding a bottle out to me.​​​​​ "You need this more than me."

"Did you steal that from party?" I asked him. "More like borrowing." He said, shrugging, and I chuckled a bit then take the bottle from him. "Thank you." I said and I begin to drink from it. "I'm guessing rough day?" He asked me. “You could say that.” I muttered and I take another drink from the bottle. 

“These Vought parties are never what the public thinks they are. The only good things here are the food, the booze…and the pretty women.” He said and he gives me a flirtatious smile. I giggled a little and smile, which I just realized is my first genuine smile I’ve made in months. “I’m flattered but…I’m married.” I tell him and he has a surprised look on his face.

”I don’t believe that.” He said and I raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh? And why is that?” I asked him. “No sane man, especially a husband, would leave you out here on your own.”  He said and I laugh a little again. “Maybe, I wanted to be alone.” I said and he shrugs a little. “You may have a point. But, even so, shouldn’t be out here alone. Some stranger could try to chat you up.” He said. “Like you?” I asked him, smiling, and he chuckles.

”Yeah…” he mutters and we share a small laugh then he holds his hand out to me. “I’m Ben.” He introduces and I take his hand. “(Y/n).” I said as we shake hands. “(Y/n), beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He said and I give a bashful smile to him. “Thank you.” I said then he kisses the back of my hand and I felt my heart leap in my chest.

I haven’t felt this way in a long time, not since I married my husband. 

“So, you happily married?” He asked me and my smile falters. “Judging by that frown, I’m guessing not.” Ben said and I sighed. “Just…going through a tough time right now.” I said. “That’s why I never married, when the tough times come in, there’s nothing to tie you down.” Ben said and I nod at this. “I’m starting to think that’s a good idea.” I said before I drink from the bottle again.

At that moment, we hear the door open behind us and I look over my shoulder to see it was Adam. “There you are.” Adam said as he comes up to me. Then he looks over at Ben and seems surprised. “Oh, I see you’re talking to your teammate.” He said and I furrow my brow. “Huh?” I said and Adam places an arm around my shoulder. “This is Soldier Boy. Your partner in the war.” Adam tells me and I was surprised by this.

I have heard the name Soldier Boy but I didn’t know what he looked like since I was trapped in that lab for the last few months.

I look over at Ben and he gives me a smile. “Surprise?” He asked me. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me for not recognizing you, sir.” I said to him. “It’s fine, just don’t go forgetting my face now.” He said, smiling, and I chuckled. “I most certainly will not.” I said and he nods.

”Well, I’ll leave you two alone. I’m sure I’m needed in there.” Ben said as he gestures to the door. And I felt a little sad about him leaving, I was kinda enjoying his company. “You two have a good evening.” Ben said as he walks over to the door. “And you as well.” Adam said then Adam turns to me as I look out on the balcony.

”I see you already starting the night off.” Adam said, gesturing to the bottle of champagne in my hands, but I don’t respond as I look over my shoulder in time to see Ben go to the door. It seemed he sensed me and he looks over his shoulder at me then smiles and gives me a wink before he walks in.

My heart absolutely fluttered at this and I felt my face go red before I look back out on the balcony

Present Day

*3rd Person POV*

"I heard Termite walked. My lead was good. What happened?" Maeve asked, annoyed, as she walks into Butcher's office. Butcher brings up his glass of whiskey up to his lips, stops as he looks at her then shakes his head. "Don't ask." He grumbles and he drinks from his glass.

"Well, we got to talk. I think I have something, thanks to my informant." Maeve said and she hands him a folder. "Informant?" Butcher asked as he takes the file and opens it to see some pages of information and pictures of Soldier Boy. "Soldier Boy. So what?" Butcher said as he looks up at her.

"Remember how he died?" Maeve asked him. "Stopping a nuclear meltdown in Ohio. '83, '84, I think, got buried beneath a reactor. Always thought it was bollocks." Butcher said. "Yeah, you thought right. Read." She tells him and he reads the file.

"What's B.C.L. RED?" He asked. "If you believe the rumors, it's the thing that killed Soldier Boy. My informant said it's some kind of gun or weapon or something. Had to have been a fսcking H-bomb. He was nearly as strong as..." Maeve said as Butcher looks through the file and looks at some pictures.

"If we can find this...weapon or whatever it is, maybe we can use it to blow Homelander's fսcking brains out." Maeve said. "If it is real, not some fսcking fable." Butcher said then he picks up the team-up picture of Payback. "Payback." Butcher mutters before he scoffs. "What a bunch of fսcking wankеrs." He said as he stares at photo. "When The Seven passed them as the number one super team, Crimson Countess sent me a box of cat shit. But not all of them were bad. She was a close friend of Soldier Boy and his ex-girlfriend." Maeve said as she gestures to the photo and points at the red-haired woman in the red outfit who was standing on the right of Soldier Boy.

"And, uh, Gunpowder was his sidekick." She said as she points at the young teen who was standing at Soldier Boy's left. "If anyone knows what happened to him, they do." Maeve said while Butcher noticed Noir in the photo. "Your mate Noir was in Payback. Why don't you ask him?" He asked her and Maeve scoffs. "Even if that walking tumor could talk, it wouldn't be to me." She said and Butcher looks at the photo again and noticed a woman standing on the other side of Gunpowder.

She looked about in her late twenties, her long (h/c) hair was braided and she was wearing a dark blue body-suit and a gold belt and knee high boots, a matching cape on her shoulders.

"Is that...?" Butcher started to ask and Mavee nodded. "Mystic Shade, yeah." She said. "Haven't heard that name in years." Butcher said and Maeve shrugs. "She retired sometime after Soldier Boy's death. She was fucking Soldier Boy." Maeve said as Butcher flips to another photo and this one was of Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade together. They were both smiling and Mystic Shade was hugging Soldier Boy as he had an arm around her waist.

Butcher then looks at Maeve. "Well then, I should be visiting her, not these two knobs." Butcher said but Maeve shakes her head. "No, Mystic Shade is off limits." She said, firmly, and Butcher gives her a curious look. "And why is that, princess?" Butcher asked and Maeve just glares at him.

Suddenly, it clicks with him. "Mystic Shade is your informant, isn't she?" He asked and Maeve averts his gaze and he smiles, knowing he was right. "Fine! Yes, she was the one that gave me this information. But she told me, specifically, that she didn't want to be questioned because this is all she wanted to give." Maeve said and Butcher watches her. "So, please, don't go bothering her." Maeve demanded.

"Well, well, well, didn't know you had such a soft spot for Mystic Shade." Butcher said and Maeve sighs. "We've been in communication for almost a year. Then when she heard about Homelander and all the fucked up things he's done and how I want him gone, she provided this." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look that basically said he knew there was more to it.

"Fine, she was one of the heroes I looked up to when I was a kid, okay! Unlike most of these assholes, she actually cares about people." Maeve said. "Oh, I doubt that." Butcher said. "Doubt it all you want but it's the truth." Maeve said as she digs into her purse and pulls out a little bag. "Here." She said and Butcher takes the bag, unzips it and sees small vials of green liquid.

"What's this?" He asked her. "It's Temp V. One shot makes you a Supe for 24 hours. I mean, they think. It's still in R&D." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look. "Oh, great, so powers, maybe. Maybe my bollocks swell up like footballs. Yeah?" Butcher said, sarcastically. "Payback may be a bunch of fսck holes, but they're strong. And they're dangerous. If you're going against them, you're gonna need it." Maeve warns.

"And what makes you think that me, of all people, would want to turn into one of you?" Butcher asked her as he takes a step closer to her. "This is our best chance to kill Homelander. Don't fսck it up." She said.

*(y/n)’s POV*

I sat at the table of my kitchen, staring at the letter I had received in the mail today. I sighed as I reread this damn letter from an old teammate of mine.

Mystic Shade,

I hope this letter finds you well. I know it has been years since we’ve talked or seen each other but I wanna discuss something with you. I can’t do it over the letter, I want to talk, face to face.

Voughtland is having a in memory of the anniversary of Ben’s death tomorrow and I’m gonna be there as a special guest. I’m hoping you could come and I’ll even tell my agent that you’re coming so you can come backstage for free.

I do hope to see you there.

Crimson Countess

”Shit.” I grumbled as I look at the letter. Countess and I were never really close, so her asking to talk to me is beyond weird. But curiosity did peak my interest so I decided that I’ll go and see what she wants.

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[tallwaifuonline]

Ada Wong x Fem!Reader

Hellooo, back after a long time :) hope you guys missed me <3

Content: SMUT, Needy!Sub!Reader, Dom!Ada Wong, Fingering, Pussy Eating, Oral (Receiving), Quickie, Begging, Kissing, Squirting, Gun Play, Phrasing, Degrading, Tribbing, Mommy Kink, Slut Shaming, Spitting Kink.

As I ran towards the boat I had to use to get the fuck out of this place, I was supposed to be here to investigate about what really was happening here in Spain. But after seeing all of those creatures I said "Fuck. This.", I looked for a key as some blood fell down my nose, my blood pressure was so high I felt like I was about to faint- "Hey you." I heard a voice behind me.

As I turned around a saw a tall asian girl, with short hair, well-done makeup, red dress and high heels. 'Who would get so dressed up in this place?' I thought to myself.

"Hey look, I don't want no trouble" I spoke a bit scared as I didn't have any weapons, I don't know how the hell I survived without one, but that wasn't the point. I want to leave this place as quick as possible.. though this girl, she didn't seem to look any like them.

"Who said I was planning on hurting you?" The tall and.. certenly attractive woman spoke with a low but sexy voice, her voice was so calm and soothing.. so smooth.

"I just thought you might need this." She said taking out the key of the boat, I had hope. I cleaned the blood off my nose with my black coat "oh thank god.. I thought I was gonna die out here" I spoke getting too ahead of myself, getting off the boat and walked towards her. "Really thank you, I just want to get the hell out of this place. I-" as I got closer I stopped my footsteps.

She was pointing a gun to my forehead, her arm straight like an arrow as I put my hands up "I swear I'm not one of those things!" I spoke panicking, "please, please I want to leave! I want to go home." I said getting on my knees with my hands up.

"I know you aren't." She said calmly, a girl of a few words, I looked up at her with blood down my nose and from my mouth being a little opened the blood of my nose went inside of my mouth making me close my mouth. "Please.." I said.

She smirked softly as she looked at the keys on her other hand, her left hand still having the gun against my forehead "you can have these" she said softly as she looked down at me, I maintained eye-contact "but I'm not gonna give them to you so easily." She spoke softly with a smile. Still speaking with her soothing voice, her voice.. calmed me down a lot, the noise of her voice was music to my ears, as I just stayed there quietly.

"what.. what do I have to do..? I'll do anything please.." I spoke softly begging.

I moaned loudly as I was now here.. on the boat with this mysterious girl, my legs wide opened as she was down there.. licking my pussy in such an elegant way, she slurped on my wet pussy, leaving most probably some lipstick on it, but I didn't really think of it, I just moaned and bit my bottom lip.

"Oh fuck.." I moaned softly as I threw my head back, my head resting on the door of the boat, my hands both on the steering wheel and the seat. I moaned as she moved my legs upwards making my thighs be against my chest, as I could still see her between my legs eating my out.

I moaned softly trying to muffle them, as I then felt two gloved fingers being inserted into my pussy, as she completely devoured my clit. Her tongue licking my clit and then opened mouthed ate my clit, I panted as my face was a bit red.

"oh god, please.." *I moaned arching my back as I felt her fingers going in and out of my pussy, fastly. Feeling them curl against my walls making me throw my eyes to the back of my head, as I had my back arched I then lifted my head to see her eating my pussy, moving my hand towards her head as she with her other hand moved it away from her.

"No touching." she said as she looked up at me as she kept eating my clit while fingering my tight pussy, making me bite my lip even more as I already felt like I was about to cum, "oh fuck, oh god, I'm gonna-" *I said as I had my mouth opened with a silent moan, "ah- fuckkk" I said my bottom lip curling inside of my mouth as I bit my whole bottom lip.

Her fingers going faster I opened my mouth again letting out a loud and long moan, as I then accidently squirted. As I was in a bit of shock I looked down and saw her with her mouth opened. Drinking all of my squirt.

I was shocked as I put my hand over my mouth "I- I'm sorry- I didn't mean t-" "don't worry sweetie. I was thirsty anyway." She spoke interrumping me as she took her fingers out of my pussy making me let out a soft whine, her gloved fingers moving towards my face as she made me suck on her gloved fingers, as she then towerd over me while i sucked on her gloved fingers.

Making me look up to her as she then took the fingers out of my mouth "good girl." She said softly as she then grabbed my hips as she then started to lay down on the seat, kinda sitting, kinda laying down as she was against the door of the boat.

I was now sitting on her lap with my legs above her thighs, as she had her legs opened and mine were too, exposing myself basically. As she then moved her hands towards her panty stockings, ripping it a bit as she then moved her panty to the side.

I blushed as I saw her pink pussy making me blush as she grabbed my chin and made me look at her "c'mon baby.. don't get shy on me now." She said softly as she let go of my chin and grabbed my hip with one of her hands, making me move towards her.

As I blushed I got on top of her sitting, making my clit be against hers. I blushed as I tried my best not to make much sound, I didn't want to attract those monsters here..

"Hah.." I panted softly as I started to move biting my bottom lip, moving slowly rubbing my clit against hers "hmm.." she let out a satisfied sound as she looked up at me with a dominant and penetrating stare.

Making me a bit nervous as I kept rubbing our clits together, I moved laying back being in the same position as her as I was kinda sitting and holding onto the seat and windshield, making me be able to move a bit more faster moaning softly as I started to rub our pussy's together.

Feeling needy, and desperate.. I moaned as I kept rubbing our clits together laying my head a bit back, as I heard a few satisfied sounds and soft whined from her. I bit my lip. Going faster and a bit harsher, my desesperación being noticible as I had my mouth opened, as I moaned she then moved a bit sitting completely.

As she then grabbed my face and made me sit to her level as she also started to move her hips, her pussy crashing against mine. Making me throw my eyes a bit back as I tried to focuse my eyes to hers.

Her eyes were so pretty up close.. with the eyeshadow and eyeliner it made them even prettier. As I moaned, the moon shinning down at us as we thrusted against each others pussy's. I felt like by just looking at her in the eyes was making me feel like I was gonna cum sooner..

"such a slut." She said with a smile on her face as she was grabbing my face "do you let yourself get fucked by anybody?.. such a good slut aren't you?" She asked with a smirk as she then spit into my opened mouth, as I closed my mouth swallowing her spit. Feeling it mix with mine and going down my throat as I kept panting opened mouthed.

As she then put her hand on my chest making me lay down on the cushions of the seats, as my legs were up and opened she was now on top again. Ramming her pussy against mine, making me moan loudly and whine as I threw my head back.

"Be quiet darling, you don't want those creatures finding me fucking you right?.. or a bet you like to put on a show, don't you my little whore?" She asked with a smirk, how could she look so pretty and smile so purely as she degrades me like this.. I felt ashamed but at the same time so turned on by it..

"Gonna cum..- mommy please..!" *I spoke in between moans and whines trying to keep my noises to myself. "I didn't hear you." She spoke softly with that same small smirk on her face, as she kept moving her hips faster and harder. Making the boat move.

"Mommy.. please.. needa- cum.." I whined arching my back and my body reacting, as I panted and moaned "please, please.. please" I begged as my toes curled inside of my shoes, biting my lip as I closed my eyes.

I could just feel her smirk wider as she kept going, a little bit faster and I moaned, finally cumming my eyes rolled to the back of my head again, making me bite my lip as my body shaked a little, as I could see up at the pretty girl.. she kept moving making us run out our high.. as she painted and moaned not too loudly.

I shaked and cried a bit from how hard I had came again.. I then passed out. All I saw was that pretty face.. those pretty eyes and lips.

Ada smiled as she saw my passed out state and kissed me on the lips softly as she got ready and left the keys on my back coats pocket. Fixing her outfit and then fixing mine while I was asleep "I'll keep em distracted. When you wake up get out safely." Ada said softly as she kissed my forehead and left.

As I woke up I sat up rubbing my head.. groaning softly "ugh.. what happend.." I said as I then remembered the pretty girl, I opened my eyes and looked around.. "she must have left." I spoke a bit sadly as I saw my clothes were fixed so I wasn't exposed.

I then looked around and checked my clothes and I took the key of the boat out of my pocket with a peace of paper, I opened the paper and it read 'Sleep Tight xoxo' with a kiss mark. I blushing slightly as I put the peace of paper back into my pocket.

"Cute." I said softly with a smile and put the keys into the boat and then drove off in the boat, and on my ride home I only thought.. to see that pretty girl again..

[demiesworld]

"SLUT ME OUT" (1K FOLLOWER SPECIAL)

☆ pairings: your fav x fem!reader

☆ synopsis: in appreciation for reaching 1k+ followers, i have decided to write this filth. there is honestly zero plot and no build up to the smut. we just gon get right into it. thank you for 1k! please enjoy this!

☆ contents: nsfw, smut, kissing, dirty talking, rough sex, unprotected sex, p-in-v sex, mating press, doggy style, spanking, creampie, squirting, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, just the usual filth

☆ notes: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns. the fav chara's name or physical description is not included in this. i tried my best not to describe them or say their name. chara insert is kinda mean in this, but i like em mean!

You prayed to whatever holy entity you believed in that your neighbors couldn't hear what you and your man were doing. These walls in your apartment weren't thick enough to suppress the sounds of your gushing wet cunt receiving a rough beating from behind. Your fingers were frantically trying to grab something to keep you steady while your legs were spread apart, feet arching up from the floor as you stood bent over at the waist on your tip-toes. Your man had his stupidly thick in girth, and sickeningly pleasing in length dick raw-dogging your pussy. His strong hands were gripping tightly onto your hips, trying to keep you from running away from his assault in your cunt. Which you were trying to do right now, you were trying to run away as his tip kept slamming right into your cervix. He was fucking hurting you but damn did it felt fucking good.

Your man caught on to you moving your body forward over the kitchen counter and he brought his large hand down onto your ass cheek. A loud slap resonated when it came in contact with your skin and you yelp and swing your arm back to hit him. You end up missing a connect with his body, however he snatched your arm by the forearm and held it against your back. His thrusts came to an abrupt stop, and his mouth was pressed against your ear. Nose exhaling puffs of air on your prickling skin.

"Stop fucking running away from my dick." He growls lowly, and squeezes your arm. "You're," thrust. "Gonna," thrust and a slap on the ass cheek. "Take," thrust followed by you mewling. "This," thrust and a nibble on your earlobe. "Dick!"

You cry out in a pleasured moan when he slammed his tip right at your cervix again. Your back arches into the perfect angle for him, head thrown back and pebbled nipples rubbing on the cold marble countertop underneath you. "F-Fuck daddy! Y-Your fucking dick is too damn big! Hm! Fuck!"

He snorts amused by your response and lifts off your back, pressing himself further into your heat while grinding his hips against the curve of your ass. "I know it's big baby. Fuck, I'm in this pussy so deep huh?" He teases you by jerking his hips forward and the action has your cunt spasming around his enveloped length while creaming on his shaft. Your man tenses up when you clench around him so suddenly, he wasn't expecting you to come so early, since this was just the first round he wanted to have with you. "Shit! What the fuck your ass came already?"

You weren't listening to what he had said, and you couldn't answer him anyways. Not when you had white noise muffling your hearing and your pussy fluttering from climaxing. He clicks his tongue, and pulls his dick out from your pussy. He spreads your folds with his index and middle finger, looking at it clenching around nothing.

"You're not gonna ruin the fun for me, I still ain't came yet." He said and took a hold of your upper arm, "Come here," he grunts while pulling you into the living room.

"Uhh, b-baby wait! Fuck wait, give me a minute!" You were trying to get him to stop, but he wasn't having none of it. In the blink of an eye, your man had you on your back with your legs bent to your chest. Fuck, fuck, you knew where this was going.

He hovered above you, his heavy dick rubbing against your wet lips and hands were holding your legs in place. "I don't have a fucking a minute." He responded, and sunk his cock back into your slick heat.

The sting of his width stretching out your walls causes you to grit your teeth and whine in suffering. You sling your arms around his broad shoulders while looking up into his eyes as if he had hung the stars in the sky. His cock was fully inside of you, the tip close to breaking through your cervix once more. In this position it was deftly easier for him to keep fucking into it.

A chill went down your spine when he pulled his hips back.

At the feeling of him slamming into you, your body jerked up from the sofa and a loud wail came through your lips. Your fingernails scratching at the naked skin on his shoulder blades, leaving thin scrapes of blood and crescents.

Pap.

Pap.

Pap.

"Fuhhh... uhhh... y-yesss!" You were feeling hazy, you felt like you were floating on a cloud and the only thing keeping you grounded was your man ramming his big cock through your tight walls. You look down at where you were connected with him, moaning in a drunk fucked-out bliss when you see a ring of white on his cock. It was painting your cunt, gluing on your outer lips and sticking on your clammy skin. A wide dopey grin stretches across your lips and you toss your head back when you moan, "Just like that daddy, fuck'me just like that!"

He was panting above you, beads of sweat was dripping from his forehead and onto your body. You didn't care or minded at all. He looked just as fucked out as you did. He cupped underneath your chin and leaned down to your lips. He wasn't kissing you yet though you and him were breathing in each other's air. As a result of that, you both felt light-headed however it added to the fire of the rough, passionate sex you two were having.

"Don't you ever–fuck– run from this–hnng... dick you got that?"

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

"Use your fucking words."

You squeal just as your walls tighten around him, "Y-Yesss! Won't run from your di-dick daddy!" The moment you cried out those words you were cumming all over his dick for the second time. Spurts of your juices streamed out like a waterfall and covered his groin. The hairs of his pubic becoming drenched in your essence. Your eyes slightly rolled back into your head, and your body shakes underneath his bigger form.

He clicked his tongue, irritated that he had to slow down his thrusts because you just came again. No matter because by the end of this, you were going to be filled to the brim with his cum. Through your second orgasm, he rotated his hips still embedded deep into your silky pussy. By the time you were done and had relaxed for him he resumed into fucking you.

Brutally hard thrusts.

Quick strokes.

The couch was creaking with how animalistic he was getting. It was like something in him had switched on and now he couldn't stop. Not until he had filled you up.

His mouth slammed onto yours, a clash of teeth at first but when he settled down and started ravishing your lips the kiss turned less chaotic. A hand grasped your neck, holding it underneath your chin to keep you still, the thumb stroking your jawline. You, being so fucked out and high off of him, did your best to follow his lead. Wet tongues, lewd suckles of lips, and breathy moans passed through your mouths.

"That's it, thaaaat's it, fuck, fuck!" He grunts out prior to pulling out his dick from your wet cunt and slapping the tip against your clit. The weight of it had your toes curling and teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. Swiftly he slid back into your heat, his face buried into the side of your neck while he rasped, "Take this dick, take it, fuck baby take it!"

You pressed your mouth on his ear when you mewl, "Cum in my pussy daddy, cum insidecum inside, please- please!"

A tongue swiped on your neck, then he husked, "'M gonna fill her up baby, shit you ready for it? Huh? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Hot, thick bullets of cream shot deep into your cunt entering your womb and filling you up nicely. Your back arched up from the sofa, and your legs tightened around his waist to keep him inside of you while he was cumming. He was hissing throughout his orgasm, back muscles tensing up and teeth clenching as more cum kept shooting out of from his cock.

"Ughhh, shiiiit," he groans out and then slowly slides his dick out of you. "Whew, that's gonna be a lot."

When he's out a pour of creamy white oozes from your entrance and down your rim. Your hole clenches then unclenches pushing out more of his cum. He watches it with a smirk on his lips. You, on the other hand, you're exhausted after getting fucked so good like that. Your muscles are sore, especially your poor pussy, it's aching after your man finally finished.

"Looks like it was a lot. Heh, you might end up pregnant with how much- fuck it's still coming out!"

You whine, grabbing a throw pillow and tossing it at your man's face. "T-this is your fucking fault! Hmph!" You attempt to move from the couch, but your legs are so stiff you end up rolling face first on the carpeted floor onto your stomach.

Your man laughs at your misery, and squats above you. "Ahaha! Baby if you just want my help you gotta ask now."

"Help meeee~"

"Help me what?"

You suck your teeth and look back at him, batting your eyelashes and murmuring, "Help me please daddy."

He grins cockily before carrying you bridal style in his arms. "How could I resist that pretty face?"

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[late-to-the-party-81]

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Thank you @metalbvcky. NPT for @mrs-illyrian-baby @doasyoudesireandlive @km-ffluv @labella420

🍓 How did you get into writing fanfiction?

As a teen I was a voracious reader and tried to write my own stuff based on other books I'd read. I also loved ST:TNG and wanted dearly to be in an episode and had lots of the books. I wrote my own ST stories with OC's (gratuitous self inserts), but they never went anywhere. In my late teens I read some Xena fanfic on the internet. But that was it for a great number of years.

At the beginning of 2021 I sat and watched the entirety of the MCU films in chronological order (I'd seen most of them before and was mainly a Thor gal.) I fell down the Stucky rabbithole. Deep. I decided to look up fanfic. AO3 was now a thing! I wrote (a very poor) Stucky fic and here we are, almost 3 years later

🍇How many fandoms have you written in?

As my ST stuff never made it further than my parent's old PC in the days of dial-up, I won't count it.

I've written for MCU, various Chris Evans and Seb Stan Characters and one fic for RWRB. I've been toying with writing a one-off Criminal Minds fic as a gift for a friend.

🍈How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

Three in July since I first published anything on AO3.

🍎Do you read or write more fanfiction?

I try to balance it out. If I have a period of hyperfocus writing I try to then go through a period of reading. I read on both Tumblr and AO3, so try to keep that even as well.

🍌What is one way you've improved as a writer?

Getting betas to pick me up on tense changes, overuse of words and rogue commas. Reading more. Practising. Writing outlines for longer stories so I don't go off-piste.

🍑Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

Getting bored half-way through a long fic, especially if the first few parts haven't had a lot of interaction. Which is why I try to write the whole thing before I start posting.

🍍 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Engineering courses at MIT and, for a separate fic, Violet wands, including the ways to use them and the differnt types of accessories you can use with them. I even watched a Youtube video.

🍉What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Any comment! Anything that gives me the validation I need!

🍐What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

I wrote a transformation into Tsum-tsum fic that was both cracky and smutty. That's pretty niche.

🥭What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Action scenes. I loathe them. I'm constantly wondering if they are long enough, and make sense.

🍏What is the easiest type?

Short things that are either PWP or fluffy slices of life.

🍑Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

Mainly on my elderly laptop on G-Docs, and in every moment I can - normally afterwork before dinner and on Mondays when I don't have work.

🍋What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

There are a few characters and ships I haven't written that I'd like to. And I suppose I'd like to write a proper long, over 100k fic at some point.

🍇 what made you choose your username?

When I made my AO3 account I felt as though that at 40, and only really starting in Fandom in this way, I was late to the party, so that is who I became.

[thoughtsofatransboy]

dave mustaine transforming the reader into his little pillow princess pls (smut, fem reader)

HEYA I FJNALLY CAME OUT FROM FROM MY CREATIVD BLOCK YIPIEEEEEEEEEE!

Well, now seriously: Thank you SO much for your ask. I'm sorry that i took so long to write it (seriously, this ask is from April) Probably writing mistakes, take into account that english is not my first language

Anyway, it might be bad because it's my first time writing in months, but i still hope you like it.

Warnings: F!reader x Dave Mustaine, selfish Mustaine mention, p in v, oral f!receiving

You and Dave were dating for a while. A cute couple, he was your sweet boyfriend and you were his nervous little doll. Nothing to complain about, right? Well, not exactly… Sex was something to complain about. Don't get the wrong idea, sex was not bad but he was surprisingly selfish, not much of your liking.

You never thought he noticed your unsatisfsction tho. And surprise! You were wrong. Since you wanted his dedication, he was up to give you his dedication and you weren't going to deny it.

Dave have been noticing that you weren't cumming often when fucking. Well, he had to admit it, he was selfish when it comes to sex: Fucking at his pace, eating out lazily and not taking too much time to excite his partner. Last time he had his way with you, you accidentally admited that you were sexually frustrated, but you tried to dismiss the topic almost instantly. He decided that today, was the day to change things.

Another boring saturday night, your body almost fusing with the couch, when your adorable boy approached you. Without any words, he started to kiss all over your face and obviously, you were giggling a lot.

"Darlin' what you're doing?" You said between your giggles, Dave just smiled and continued to kiss your skin. Now, his kisses were more concentrated on your neck. Suddenly, he sucks on the sensitive area, causing you to moan. That's when his intentions were clarified, and reciprocating his actions, you pull him into a kiss. The kiss that not so slowly turned into a making ou session.

His hand starts caressing your waist, then your hips and it goes down until his fingers reach your pants button. Your mind was a little foggy from your horniness, so you didn't pay attention to Dave undressing you little by little. You only fully came back to your senses when you noticed that both of you were naked.

He kissed you more, while you adjusted yourself in a comfortable position. He whispered in your ear, with a deep but warm voice. "I gonna make you so happy today, sweetheart". With that, Dave makes his way to your pussy, kissing all the way. Your neck, your belly. He teased your inner thighs with kisses, sometimes sucking on the skin.

When his mouth finally got to your special place, you felt in heaven, he didn't eat you out just like a starved man, he was literally starving for your cunt. He slowly inserted a finger. Fingering you slowly but deep, he sucked on your clit softly.

It didn't take much time for you to cum, with a loud moan escaping through your lips. Dave's smirk was noticeable from your view. "What you're smirking at?"

"Your cunt", you and Dave chuckled when you slapped him playfully on the arm for his answer. Your chuckles were instantly dead when he turned you around without hesitation. We smacked each asscheek, still with his silly smirk. He gave his cock some lazy strokes while lining himself with your entrance. "Shhh�� Now it's only about you, ok?" Without any more words, his shaft entered you. Instead of what you were used, he gave you sometime to adjust to him. When you nodded your head, he picked up the pace, slow and deep.

Your eyes were staring at his, your bodies moving perfectly to each other. Such a sight for sore eyes. He gave your neck some lazy hickeys and your lips recieved quick pecks. It didn't take much for you to squeeze his cock with your walls, a sign that your climax is near.

After some more minutes, your orgasm crashed into you, your muffled whine didn't let any doubt. Dave didn't took so much to orgasm either, you decided to let him cum inside, just this time. He took you on his arms as soon as he got down from his high, caressing your hair and asking if you were ok. He got you a cup of water and cleaned your bodies.

Dave sat next to you, with his hands caressing your shoulder. "Did you like that?" You only nodded. "No more selfish sex, deal?", "Deal". You couldn't be more satisfied.

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

Glued To The Love In You

Warnings: mommy!Wanda, masturbation, fingering (reader receiving), strap-on use (reader receiving), strap-on oral (wanda receiving)

Words: 945

Summary: literally just. smut. with a bit of fluff ;)

A/N: Gotta give Wanda some love yk? I always make her sad in my fics :(

Don't forget to drink water, eat properly, and sleep well my loves! <3

You sit around at home, waiting for your wife to come home in nothing but a silk robe and lingerie. The cold winter air, hitting the exposed skin on your neck. You hear the door open, following by with a “Malysh I'm home!” you get up, walking to the front door to greet her, “Welcome home my love.” she kisses your neck, “Did you dress up all pretty for mommy?” you stifle a moan, nodding your head dumbly. “Mhm..”

She takes out a box, and sets it on the table. “I got you a gift baby.” you walk over and open the box, “Do you know what this is?” you swallow dryly, looking down at the 'toy'. “N-no..” she smirks, bending down to whisper in your ear. “I'm using this on you later.” you look up at her, “You can do that now..” you say, playing with the tie on your robe.

She smiles, pulling you to the couch, sliding you onto her lap. “What did you think about when I was gone?” you brought your hand in between your legs, “I was thinking about you mommy.” she gazes down at you, “What were you doing?” you slip your hand inside of your panties, “I–” her gaze darkens, “I was..” you gasp softly, inserting a finger inside of your throat core. “Touching myself.”

She runs her hands on your thighs, “How many times did you do that today?” you look up at her, “Three– three times..” she gasps dramatically, “That's too much for my little bunny.” she grabs your hand, guiding your fingers deeper inside of yourself. “How did it make you feel?” you struggle to control your moans, “Not as good without you.”

“Well maybe we should fix that.” your moans continuously get louder and louder, “Please?” she smirks, replacing your hand with hers, and shoving a finger inside of your aching cunt. “You're so tight malysh.. all tight for mommy hm? For mommy to stretch out.” you let out a soft moan, the sensation of her fingers curling and thrusting inside of you driving you crazy.

“Mm.. you feel so good in me mommy.” she grins, sliding her fingers deep inside, making you widen your eyes. “Yeah? Taking mommy's fingers in so well..” she trails off, looking down at your cleavage. “Take that off for me baby.” you furrow your brows in confusion, looking down at your chest, you unclasp your bra, letting it slide off your shoulders.

“Fuck malysh..” she presses a gentle kiss in between your breasts, taking her free hand to fondle them. “You're mine.” you nod, “I own.. every. Fucking. Inch, of you Y/N.” you suck in a sharp breath, “I'm yours mommy.” she smiles, pulling her fingers out of your pussy, leaving you to feel empty and unused.

“What? You thought I'd let you come so quickly after you admitted to touching yourself darling? I appreciate the honesty though.” she takes you off of her lap, “Go to the bedroom and strip, I'll be there in a minute.” you meekly nod, and walk off into the room.

She comes back a few minutes later, with the toy harnessed around her waist. “Wan– mommy I don't think that'll fit..” she groans, walking over to the edge of the bed to face you. “I'll make it fit, don't worry.” you look up at her, “Open your mouth.” you comply, opening your mouth. Without any warnings, she shoves the faux cock into your mouth, “Suck it like a good little whore.”

You let out a muffled moan, desperately sucking on her length. “Fuck.. you're doing so good–” you suck slowly, and gently, getting a tug on your hair, forcing you down on her dick. The silicone tip hits the back of your throat, making you gag. “Are you okay sweetheart?” she pulls out of your mouth, a string of saliva falls between the strap and your lips. “I'm okay.”

She smiles, bringing a hand up to your cheek, stroking it lightly. “You want mommy to fill you up with her cock?” you nod, “Please mommy– need you so bad..” she grabs your thighs, moving you closer to her hips, “Are you gonna spread your legs like a good girl or does mommy need to do it for you?” you quickly spread your legs, her eyes full of lust, “You're so wet bunny..” she runs the dick through your folds, “Mmh–” you mumble out, slightly grinding on the toy.

“How much do you want mommy to fuck you?” she asks, looking down at you. “Please mommy I need you to fuck me so badly, plea—” your eyes widen as she shoves a few inches into your cunt. “Who owns you baby?” she grunts, thrusting into you, “You– you do mommy.” she smirks, pushing in deeper inside.

“Good girl..” she thrusts in and out of your pussy, her rough movements practically makes you fall apart. “Are you close baby?” she sounds breathless, slamming into you. You nod vigorously, sinful moans escape your mouth. “Cum for me.” your walls clench around her length, your mind goes completely blank as you scream out her name, you come all over her cock. She rubs your shaking thighs, whispering out praises and “Good girl,”

She gives you a few seconds to calm down till she pulls out and takes the strap-on off, putting it aside. “You did so well malysh..” she says, laying down next to you, holding onto you tightly. She places a soft kiss on your neck, “Y/N?” she looks down at your sleeping state, laughing quietly to herself. She kisses your forehead, “I love you bunny.” she says, wrapping a hand around your waist.

[eashmo]

So I just wrote my very first fanfic and not gonna lie. I envy people who can write like that. But I think I did good 🤷🏻‍♀️ I've never been good at this sort of thing, I can barely write blurbs for my mood boards. I'm more of a poet than a big storyteller.

Please be nice 🙏🏻

How do you warn again? fluff, angst, I guess.

Love bites

It's the way Billy's lips greedily found yours that made you melt. He pushes himself into you, pressing you into the leather seats. His left hand holds your wrist while his right trails down to the curve of your hip. The heat from both of you radiates in the small space, making it suffocating as the two of you tangle your tongues for Dominance to see who will break first.

"I love you" you mumble in his mouth.

He exhales deeply through his nose as he grunts while he grinds his pelvis into yours, pinning you farther into the seat, giving you little room to move.

"Don't say that." he chimes in. His mouth trails wet sloppy kisses down the edge of your jaw, down the length of your neck, stopping at the base. Billy's teeth sink into the sensitive skin. Gripping your hair, allowing more excess.

"Why? It's true, I love you.... all of you, " you say through breathy moans.

"Yeah?" He says as his grip on the back of your head tightens. His blown out ocean blue eyes meet yours. Billy licks his swollen lips as he admires the soft curves of your face. He allows your wrist to slip out of his left hand, giving you the opportunity to slink them around his neck and pushing your fingers into his damp hair. With a light, Tug earns you a low growl from him.

"Yeah" you smile as you take his face into your hands, gently running your thumbs across his cheeks.

Sighing, he removes himself from your grip and sits in the seat looking away from you.

"No you don't y/n, you can't love me after everything that has happened, after what I did to you when I was flayed..... I almost fucking killed you." He says while his eyes were getting glossy.

"Billy, look at me, please," your voice cracks.

He looks at you with teary eyes, then down to your scar on your chest. The scar that he gave you.

"Billy, that wasn't you, and I forgave you the moment it even happened." You started to cry.

"DO NOT FORGIVE ME Y/N!" He shouts and punches the back of the passenger seat so hard that it gashes his knuckles. You jump to the sound that reverberates through the car's cabin,

"Don't just don't," he weakly says as he exits the car, leaving you with your racing mind.

You scramble out to find him leaning on the hood smoking. You slowly walk over to him, inserting yourself between his legs. Picking up his hurt hand, you used the sleeve of your shirt to stop the bleeding despite it not being a big gash. Wiping away the blood, you kiss his knuckles softly.

He watches you cautiously while flicking the cigarette away. His now free hand gently holds your hip, afraid of breaking you.

"William Hargove, you are my life, my universe. I'm not going to let some fucking mindbitch ruin the only thing I have left in this damn forsaken town." You say.

He scoffs, "mindbitch, really?" He smiles a little.

You make a small snort. "Of course, that's the only thing you're gonna comment on." Shaking your head, you put your arms around his neck like they were missing puzzle pieces. Pressing your chest to his. Heart against heart.

He kisses your forehead gently. "I love you too, I always have since the moment I saw you in the school parking lot on my first day. And I loved you even more when you punched me in the nose when I got in the fight with Harrington at the Byers house."

You grimace at the memory. You broke his nose that night. But after that, he was kinder to you and your friends, especially to max.

He grips your jaw so you're looking directly into his eyes. "Marry me?"

Grinning, you give him the biggest bear hug that anyone can receive while squealing a "yes."

He gives an amused grunt from the sudden hug attack.

"Now, where were we, big boy?" You say while nipping his ear, causing him to groan and tightening his hold around your waist.

"I don't want to touch you too much, baby, cause making love to you might drive me crazy. He laughs a little.

"Did you really just quote a Def Leppard song?" You smirked.

Masterlist

2023

[silenthearts]

Say thank you.

Warnings⚠️: this fic is intended for adults only, no minors or profiles without age. This is smut smut smut, so you have been warned! 18+

This fic includes: Afab!reader, Oral (R! receiving), use of a strap, Ellie calls you angel, overstimulation, softdom!ellie, bottom!reader, p*rn no plot, Ellie calls herself sir , not proof read👌🏻🎉

This is just a little drabble and my first leap into writing smut but I couldn't get this out of my head so yeah 🤣

Ellie basks in the warmth of the glorious sunset that illuminates most of her flat. The sun illuminates her favorite things and one of those is you, sprawled over the couch as she draws shapes with her tongue over your sensitive vulva.

You sigh, and your legs twitch as you approach yet another orgasm. You've lost count of how many at this point. She sucks and toys with your clit and licks you up like a starved woman, making it unbearable on your sensitive nerves.

"I... I can't..." You say through ragged breaths and involuntary moans. Ellie smirks and brings her fingers to your entrance, not quite going in yet as she teases your wet hole.

"of course you can baby, you have just a few more to go" she adds as she pushes her index finger in and massages the spongy spot near the entrance. The one that makes your mouth open in a silent scream, the one that gives you a cold sensation in your stomach and makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"I'm cumming" You moan loudly as the height of your orgasm washes over you , Ellie moans with you as she moves her fingers over and over the same spot and suckles on your clit.

You barely even register what is happening as you cum, clear liquid squirts out, over and over . You have no control as your body twitches and convulses. You shamefully try and fail, to bring your hips away from her expert fingers who continue their insistent assault. Your juices wash over the couch as well as all over her hand and face.

"Atta girl," she says followed by your moans as you slowly come down from it, your muscles still twitching involuntarily but all you can feel is your sweet girlfriend peppering kisses all over your hips and wet thighs.

"You're such a good girl, making a mess all over..." She smiled wickedly leaving a trail of love bites on your hips. She kisses your lips tenderly but ferociously. Sharing the juices of your orgasm with you. You moan her name against her mouth and without much of a warning, she lines her strap against your puffy and extremely sensitive vulva.

Rubbing the object up and down, making sure to rub your clit nice and hard against it. Your hips involuntarily buckle against the object.

"Ellie! I don't know if... I can go on anymore." You say out of breath, but instead, she brings her rough fingers and firmly grabs your chin, tilting your head up.

"Yes you can baby, you've made a mess everywhere, so now you're gonna have to make up for it." she smirks and without much of a warning, you feel the strap enter you. The fullness and hardness of it makes you gasp. She inserts in slowly and once it's all in she stops.

"Now say thank you, for all the times I've made you cum, angel" she moves in and out slowly and sensually. The sensation overwhelms you , and although you open your mouth to speak no words come out.

"Say it" she gives you a slap on the outside of your thigh and makes a quick move to rub your clit with the pad of her thumb.

"Say , Thank you sir" she insists, her movements becoming faster and more urgent.

"Thank... You... Sir" you moan, finding it hard to string a sentence together when you feel a hot sensation in your stomach again.

She lands a slap on your clit and suddenly you're seeing stars as another orgasm threatens to wash over you. She's panting "That's it baby, now cum for me again".

....

I'm working on another request atm! I'm really happy that people take their time to request stuff ! I'm just going over a lil bit of a block on that one but hopefully it will be out soon!

[kanmom51]

Jungkook 3 (or 4) Wlives on 14 March 2023

A Jikook filled event, with and without JM even being there (physically or virtually).

Let's talk about JK, the non conformist, the rebel with a cause, who decided to give us a 3 part date on White day.

And yes, I'm 100% sure most army believe he was on a date with them. Question, my friends, is which 'army' that was exactly...

One thing for sure, JK showed up on white day, and right through all three lives, scratch that, all 4 lives, he weaved in JM. JM, their relationship, was inserted into every single one of those lives, one way or another.

White day

A significant day for couples in SK (Japan and China as well). The loved one that received the gift on Valentine's day is on the giving side on White day.

White day 2022 JM posted this pic on his IG

We also know they went out to a restaurant with friends, a restaurant they used to frequent and ever since the photo of them there leaked they stopped visiting.

Oh, and yes, lest forget JK's cover to Only then was gifted to 'army' on White day 2018.

Yeah, this wasn't a song for army, unless it was JM 'army', that is.

So, white day is meaningful to couples and is meaningful to JM and JK as well.

8/11

I know that there are many that don't believe in the Jikook number theories. Think it is a coincidence. Think that 8 November has no significance to them and that they don't seem to conveniently keep coincidently mentioning these numbers or seemingly mention numbers that have to do with said date. All a coincidence.

So, my friends, let's talk about the 8/11 coincidences during these three lives, why don't we?

Live 1

14.3.2023 - starting time: 8:11 PM.

1+4+3+2+2+3=15

8/11/15

Some might say a coincidence.

I say hell no.

Just like this was no coincidence:

No math, no calculating needed. It's right there for all of us to see.

Live 2

14.3.2023 live starting at 21:20 or 9:20 pm.

So yeah, did he do the 8:11 again???

9+2=11

1+4+3=8

8/11

Live 3

14.3.2023 live starting at 22:44 or 10:44 pm.

4+4=8

2+2+4+3=11

and yet again we get

8/11

Now, although there could be discussion, legitimately, about the second and third lives and the 8/11 - you either believe they do the math or you don't - but there can be no discussion as to the first live. Nope. Spin it around as much as you will, the numbers still land on 8/11, no surprise what so ever.

JK's outfits:

Live 1

We get the black and white combo sweatshirt (jersey).

Were we symbolising the black and white couple?

All I'm saying is that it's an interesting choice.

Live 2

Wearing the white airy loose fitting collared button up shirt. White day obviously comes to mind.

White shirt black pants. Again the black and white.

What also comes to mind is his JM birthday message to JM way back in 2022. Same vibe.

The playing with the hair, the showing of the tattoos, the glasses at one point. Couldn't help but think of that JK created clip. Especially after JK tells us he could actually see properly and only brought the glasses because he thought he'd look good in them, lol.

Live 3

Purple jacket (nothing underneath, ahm...) and white beanie, for the winter, ski lodge, vibe.

Purple a colour we know they both revert to many times. It's army, it's JK and JM (purple and yellow).

And the white, well white day again?

JK's special necklace

Looks like that showed up for us in the first 2 lives (third one he was all covered up, so no telling if he still had it on).

It's a little hard to tell if it's the same chain. Especially because it's a plain silver chain with no pendant. But it definitely looks similar. 🤷‍♀️

Timing, outfits, accessories, all good and well, just more brush strokes to that big ass neon coloured sign JK was painting for us telling us this was no coincidence. The lives on white day, a date with 'army' when 'army' was far far away.

But if those were the brush strokes to the sign, where is the sign itself, you ask.

So what else did JK do? Say? Play? Show?

Soundtrack

Live 1

First, let me mention that JK knit picked his playlist in this live. He was sitting there just passing song after song choosing the songs he wanted to listen to, was in the mood to listen to (within a playlist he had already going).

There for you

talking about the tokyo trip, soundtrack for gcft that happened to be uploaded 8/11/2017.

And do we talk about the amount of times either he or JM have mentioned that trip? Must have been some heck of a brotherly trip for the mates to remember it and talk about it non stop.

And do I mention this specific time that comes to mind?

Edited but cute, lol.

Btw, he sat there listening to almost the full song, only to say it's not the right vibe for the live towards the end part ("running just to keep my hands on you" part).

Christmas day

Bruno major Nothing

Question: If a documentary about yourself was produced, which song would you like to use for ending credit?

 🐥: Bruno Major's "Nothing". I think the mood of the song suits me well.

Live 2

Hate everything

JK, out of no where says there's a song he never sang for us live, and goes looking for this song (it didn't come up on his playlist, he went looking for it).

It felt to me like JK doesn't frequently listen to this song. It's not on his playlist, he didn't know the lyrics (unlike other songs he did know the lyrics to).

Remember this cover of his?

You know, the one he posted when JM just got released from hospital Feb 2022. Same cover that he timed at 1:18 min.

Felt it was an interesting choice of song, given it just come up on his playlist, nor seemingly, is it one he listens to too much (the second part is my conclusion).

Live 3

Falling

Singing Falling, knowing the lyrics kind of proves my previous point. A song listened to a lot as opposed to one that probably isn't but suited a point JK wanted to make or suited a mood JK was in at the time.

This is a song liked by JM and JK, we got to hear JM singing it during Festa 2020.

Anyway, JK released this song on the 4th anniversary of his and JM's trip to Tokyo.

Another coincidence? I don't think so.

JM

Well, obviously we got JK mentioning JM in the first live when There for you came up.

In live 2 JM actually shows up. And JK finds the need to explain to him about how this is part two and how he changed outfits for this part, lol.

Nice use of honorifics there JK.

NOT.

Well, not at first. He rectifies it by opening the next sentence with hyung, lol.

First instance JK rectified. But when JK thought JM left the live he got all commando on him, this time leaving the honorifics behind completely, calling him to come back.

@KMFACT summed the whole interaction so well in her 2 minute clip:

Live 3

Foreshadowing?

Fly away butterfly.

Live 4

Let's talk about live 4. Because JK wasn't going to come back for another part 4. Given, he ended part 3 while crying (yes, he was crying) and I'm assuming forgot to convey the message he wanted to and for which he came back with live 4, which was around 5 minutes long.

In live 4 he tells us he wanted to say goodbye properly. It's not that he didn't say goodbye at the end of part 3. Just saying.

He continues to say that he wants us to be happy. Be happy even if they aren't there. The translation here is a little different on Weverse than it was from the translation accounts. Weverse translation being happy even if they aren't "here", while the accounts were translating it as be happy "even without us". Kind of rings differently.

Him bringing it up then and there made me think that perhaps that's what was one of the things on his mind when he was pensive prior to the tears forming in live 3.

Anyways, JK came back to also (or perhaps to mainly) convey another message:

So yeah, JK telling us to look forward to midnight, something amazing is coming, "please look forward to that".

He meant this amazing thing, btw:

Hyping up the boyfie.

All while knowing what's coming is truly amazing.

And were we forshadowing here

The tears

Fake tears, not the real ones that came at the end.

Pause for a second, I'm over here ugly crying a little.

Throughout the 3 lives JK makes use of those fake tears.

Funny story he tells us, that he actually bought a whole lot of them for Bam, who was having issues with his eyes. Laughing at how similar the two are, eye problems, skin problems...

It does look like he's having issues with dry eyes.

But, when seeing it, every single time he pulled out those eye drops, I couldn't help but think about this:

Lol, even more so in the second live.

Showing us the hand tatts.

Ok, so this, to me, is a big one, and as usual kind of overlooked.

As opposed to many that think so, I really really don't think this was about showing us his ARMY tattoo, or being proud of his ARMY tattoo.

Why don't I think it's the army tattoo he's showing us?

Maybe because of everything going on? Maybe because he told us he wasn't too happy with the army tattoo itself.

Maybe because he picks the song, Golden hour by JVKE (when showing us the hand).

Maybe because he sits and listens to it, lingering on.

Maybe because he plays around with the candle, placing it just in the right place to showcase the tattoos he was planning to show us and when he was done he pulls it back towards himself.

Maybe because he clearly knew the song, and the lyrics as well.

Maybe because of how he timed it, showing us the tattoos at the exact timing that he did.

Maybe because of the way he showed them to us, the way he wiggled his fingers.

And maybe, just maybe because just as he finished showing us those tattoos, the JM clearly darker and thicker than the other letters, he also sang specific lyrics from the song he knew, complimenting showing us the tattoos with:

"... the love of my life..."

humming the continuation, omitting the lyrics which are female directed.

Maybe.

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 18

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 7.8k

a/n: Hi sweethearts I've been awfully sick and still struggling but I managed to push this baby out of my melting body. So grab a snack, sit back and enjoy another New Orleans chapter.

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Javier was at the receiving end of strange glances from guests and onlookers when he carried you over his shoulder into your room. Not caring a single bit, the second he inserted the rusty key and turned he flipped up your skirt exposing your decorated behind to the blast of the ac.

Turning his head to the tanned curve of your ass, taking a playful nibble at the soft skin there eliciting a ripping giggle and your nails clawing at the sides of him. Javier gives a deep laugh, he was so giddy he felt a bit embarrassed about it. A warmth spreading across his chest that grew so hot that it nearly collapsed into fear and trepidation. 

This isn’t here forever, you’ll leave Javi. Like mother, like son. 

Swallowing the splitting fear down he drops you lightly against the soft bed. Pretty hotel room, least of his concerns. There you are. Blushing through your tan like you’re just a girl with a crush, not like your his. He can’t tell if he hates or loves it. Mine, mine, you’re his. He leans over your body and closes the space to press a soft kiss against your mouth. It was your first time alone together, alone, alone as adults. Alone in general. He remembered in high school he had to come up with little white lies to be around you without alarming the others. Without the stern glance from his girlfriend.

Why don’t we invite Andrea?

And now you trap him, legs wrapped around his waist pulling him taut against you. So soft, you’ve always been so soft. The most delicate beautiful thing he’s ever touched, it startled him when you were this rough he was so afraid of hurting you. 

Words that terrified him, rattled his bones sent… not a shiver-no-a piping hot burn down his spine, those scary words floated in his head when he kissed you like this.   

And then he’s reminded of why he’s here. The office desks, the guns, the blood and the loneliness that awaits. What will I do when you leave? When you move on? 

You don’t allow those thoughts to fester because like the feral little woman you are, you grind your laced cunt against his belly. Javi tugs your dress over your head, leaving you bare breasted and decorated below. A finger of his falling between you, pressing at the dampness of your gusset. Your cunt probably still swollen and used from earlier.

Earlier. He could come in his pants at the thought. 

The sex in the car was one of the best he’s ever had, he was glad you came so fast because he nearly came the second you pressed into him. The first time he had your pretty cunt, last weekend, was an experience he could one day never get again. So he’ll have you over and over until you can't. And when you rode him in the small space of his car he truly never felt more fascinated, absolutely strung on you. Souls tied. Everything that followed blurring in his head and then-

You press your lips to his jaw, Javier drags his finger up your clothed cunt slow, slow, and back down with a few taps at the part where he knows is hallowed and leaking. “Had your cum leaking out of me baby—felt it. Can you feel it through my panties?” You whisper, airy and desperate. Your hips bucking wanting more, more, Javi please.

Javier’s chest clenches and in an instant he’s parting from you. The feeling of panic seeping into his veins, a rough hand passing down his face. Sobered at your words. You sit up instantly with that little worried pout, stop that, you should never be worried a day in your life. 

Fuck, he had come in your earlier. He hadn’t thought twice, not asking if you—fuck. 

He had taken a napkin and cleaned you as you dozed off. How had it not crossed his mind? He fucked you full of him and hadn’t batted an eye. You're sat up instantly, knees to your chest.

 “Is everything okay?” The panic and embarrassment is stuck in his throat as he turns around to hide himself from your face, that face. 

If Javi had been anyone else, if he wasn't suddenly a man built on stilts of fear, if he had known how to not fuck shit up at all times he wouldnt have done what he did next. 

He snakes a nervous hand to the front of his pockets, fishing a cigarette and lighting it as he keeps his back facing you. At some point you and Javier switched roles in this whole thing, he was sure it was the moment he watched you in the bath last weekend. It was you that had been the rational one, full of fear, afraid of the consequences and afraid of what it meant to have each other and lose each other again. You had been the one to reject him at first, to resist. The second javier stepped foot near you after all these years sense went out the window. 

But then he spent the night at your house, and he realized that you shoved aside all the fear you once had about this. And that quickly transferred to him. 

He spent all of the week alone and thinking of you, wondering if you would see him off to Colombia, curious if you’d want to stay together while being two thousand miles apart. Passing the picture of you in a cap and gown after every blistering hot day in the sun with his father, he started picturing coming home after being in Colombia. Would you be married? Will his home still be yours? Will all he can get is snapshots of your life? Will this stay a secret forever, will he never be able to externalize what it feels like to not be with you? 

So he’s scared, he’s afraid of being reckless and fucking things up and this was a fuck up. 

In a moment of panic he blames you, “You should’ve gotten off of me.” He regretted instantly the way it sounded. Javier shuts his eyes the second he hears you back up on the bed.

“What?” You sounded physically wounded, he couldn't bear to look back. Is he already ruining your vacation?

“I was supposed to pull out–I leave soon. I'm not trying to make any mistakes.” 

The silence freezes him, he almost turns to see your face, bracing himself for a reaction from you. 

“Do you think I’m just waiting around here for you to get me pregnant or something?” You accuse, and Javier’s heart drops to his stomach at the word floating in the air. He couldn't tell you about the dream he had two nights ago. About in his rem he comes home and is handed an image of you pregnant with hands of another man at the swell of your belly. Javier woke up in a cold sweat, the closest he had been to heaving sobs since he was twelve. 

He turns quickly, meeting your wet wide eyes as your knees cover your breasts. You looked impossibly small like this, he hated that his words had you curled in on yourself. But like all he knows, his voice coolly and coldly says, “That isn't what I’m saying.”

“Well it sure sounds like it.” You snap, good, reprimand me, “You may not be used to it but most women are on birth control, Jesus christ Javi!” You dig, you had thought it was so bizarre that Lorraine preferred taking emergency contraceptives than just getting an IUD or getting on the pill but you had some sort of hope that Javier also knew that not being protected wasn’t normal. Javi’s eyes drag over your bare body, lit up with goosebumps. 

He hated being in the wrong, his gaze falling down to the carpet. “You could have told me.”

You inhaled a shaky breath, “I assumed you knew, you know considering you came in me and cleaned me after.” 

An indisputable point, Javier nodded, taking another drag from his cigarette before inching towards the edge of the bed to sit. His back faced you once again, not wanting the smoke to hit your face. 

The silence that hung in the room was thick enough to cut. Your presence spearing him, he thought of it all in that moment. His brain is circling with images of his mother, of the look on Chucho's face when he told him she wasn't coming back and he sees you, he sees your sad frown when you tell him that he has always been a person that leaves. He sees your face as you press a small palm against your growing tummy. Face bright under the gaze of someone else's love.

“I’m sorry.” Javi whispers. Lit cigarette dying slowly, it was hard to apologize. He owed a lot of people apologies and he sure as hell wasn't any good at them either. He could name on one hand how many times he had mustered up the courage to apologize. It came easier with you and he absolutely resented how many times those words had to be shared.

 For a moment you're quiet, only the sounds of your slow breathing fill the space. Had you even been able to appreciate how lovely the room was, or had he ruined this for you two? Javier straightens up as his cigarette begins to burn out, he wipes his eye with the ball of his wrist not completely sure why apologizing for this small tiff had him so choked up. A small part of it was the realization that he hasn't changed much, he has lived 12 lives since he left in 1980 yet he remained the same hotheaded stubborn selfish lover, and you, you, so full of surprises and changes. 

Your heart hasn't changed, not for him at least, Javier squeezed his eyes shut when he heard you crawling towards him. Your hands snake to the front of him, your bare chest pressing into his back, your face buried in his neck. 

He didn’t deserve you, he realized, but he also decided at that moment to be gentle with himself because every small mistake and decision led you to him. 

And when he felt the fan of your breath against him it all made sense. Javi remembers the poem engraved in the book his father gifted his mother when they got married. Pure your gentle name, Pure your fragile life. It says. 

I love you in the purest, most desperate form. Javier thinks. How scary is that?

“It’s okay,” you whisper, “You were on the road for so long, you're probably just sleep deprived.”

“You don't have to make excuses for me. I want to be honest with you.”

You grumble against his neck, your hands scratching little patterns causing his stomach to dip at every scratch. “Go ahead.” You kiss his shoulder, in an instant burst of affection Javier grabs your hands from his stomach to wrap his own arms around your hug. effectively hugging his own body and your arms around him. 

“I had a dream that you were pregnant.”

You giggle, “Okay…”

The room instantly felt ten times lighter, Javier finds his own lips quirking. He was hoping for a real serious moment here, for him to be open like you. The sound of your voice soothed whatever anxieties he felt approaching the room. “What's funny?”

You nose yourself into him again, “I just see where this is going and it's just funny to me because I've been on birth control since I was sixteen.” 

Javi laughs too but it quickly dies when he figures he should know that.  “Well, has it always worked?” He didn't know how to ask her these sorts of questions. What he wanted to ask was have you had a scare? What happens if July comes and you're pregnant? The questions felt far too fast to just ask out right, but he cant help himself from feeling so fucking scared at the thought. With Lorraine she told him outright how she felt about abortion, about kids, and condoms. He never had to ask. How do you have these sorts of conversations when you were so used to one way during your formative years? 

“Once I had a scare in high school but that's all-but-Javi are you trying to ask me what would happen if I or we got pregnant?” 

Javi cringed, he only called you his girlfriend for the first time today and his strange overthinking brain has already cornered him into an awkward conversation. At the same time his chest heats in some primal protective blaze at the sound of we before the word pregnant. “Would it be too much if I was?” He looked over his shoulder to meet your resting face on his. Your lips were pulled in a tiny frown like you were mustering up an answer. 

“No. We promised to be more honest, these are… adult conversations.” You smirk. “Well, the likelihood of me getting pregnant is low but isn't zero you know… unless you also wear condoms.”

“Do you want me to?” He rushed.

“No.” You blurt just as fast which causes a small sense of pride warm his cheeks. “I mean… unless you sleep with someone else you shouldn't  need to.”

Javier’s brows pull together, “Why would I? Are you?”

“God no.” You exhale like the thought made you stressed, “I don't know, I wouldn't be okay with it but-”

“You're my girlfriend. I wasn't just saying that earlier because it was easier for my coworkers to understand. I’m not seeing other people. We’re together.” 

You giggle into his neck, “I know… I just wanted to hear you confirm it sorry.” Javier shakes his head, still his Andrea. “Anyway… you're leaving for Colombia. I couldn't do that to my baby, bring them into a world where their dad isn’t always around I mean. I mean look at me now, disobeying my mother to find my father.” 

Javier feels a strange burn behind his eyes, the thought of you pregnant and alone rattling his bones. Just the rare hypothetical emotionally paralyzing him for a moment while he absorbs that information. “I wouldn't go to Colombia if you got pregnant.” He decided then. Obviously he hadn't thought about it much, but now that you two were being open he decided on that and he was sure as hell set in that way. He was far too young for a kid and he doubts this manifesting into reality but it's healthy to be transparent… it's not like he's been picturing a future with you since he was seventeen. “I’d stay.”

You pull him in tighter, your breasts pressed tight against his back. Letting silence play, he hadn't known how much those words meant to you in that moment. Your own chest swelling with affection at the thought of having your own family.  “Hmmm, okay well don't get any ideas. I don't want kids for another 5 years.” You jest. Your eyes landing on the clock. Four pm. He’ll leave you in two hours. “Five years down the line if we somehow cross paths again after Colombia… I’m you know…”

Javier drops his head, if we somehow cross paths again. Will we be strangers in 3 years? Would this conversation be a passing memory you hide from your future husband? Have you considered a life with someone else? He hasn't. 

Javi has to smack his own hand internally, they're too young. He’s seen what happens when a man pushes their desire to have a happy family onto a woman who isn't willing or ready. 

“My mother only knew my father for six months until she was pregnant.” You stay quiet, “They dated briefly. It wasn't all that serious for her, she was my dads first everything so it wasn’t the same for him. It was the sixties so suddenly she was married and pregnant. Your mother knew my mother. Did you know that? My dad told me once that she used to buy from her boutique. Do you remember meeting her?”

“I don't think so Javi.” you whisper, “Tell me about her. Come tell me about her under the covers, you should relax before the meeting.” You squeeze his shoulder and let him go. Javi nods, just the back of his full head of hair signifying he agreed with you. Pulling off his boots, he turns to joining you in the bed. Once he's in your hold once again, warm, soft and comfortable he finds no nerves in continuing.

Her name was Jimena Valdez, or Jimena Peña depending on the year. She left everyone she knew behind in Mexico when she was 17, alone she entered Texas. A bartender, a beautiful woman, met Chucho. In the depths of the Chicano movement there Chucho was a ranchero since birth. Already a line split between the two, an involved community organizer standing at five foot two with a mouth set, ready to give her opinion. Tall and Thin, Flaca, they called her. And Chucho on the other line, a field worker with no interest in anything but purchasing a home for himself and maybe a future family. Javier’s father never got into the details of how they ended up together, he just said. “She was pretty so I asked her out.”

A progressive woman like that had no interest in being tied down at age 24 but in a town like Laredo, marrying Chucho was the best option. It wasn't like he was a bad partner by any means, he was actually perfect. Chucho believes that if they were older it could have worked out, but he was young and inexperienced, he got a taste of a good woman and she… 

“Jimena was too vibrant for this place.”

bees, shadows, fire, snow, silence and foam

“You were really just the cutest chubby baby, your dad has shown me.” You smile, one image coming to mind. Javi in the sink of his home, his facefull of of snotty tears and a small fist in his mouth. You and Genie ooo’d and aw’d over the black and white picture years back. The face is still so distinctly Javi, that nose of his still on that chubby face. “Did your mother have a good labor?” You asked because you know your labor scared your mother, you added it to the list of reasons she resents you, it only took her 21 years for her to try again. 

Javi’s hand twitched like it did when he was itching to smoke, you snuggle closer, settling yourself more comfortably on him so that if he never moves from here. He sighs, “My dad says she almost died, never got to do skin to skin with me. My father was the first person to hold me.” A melancholic air swarmed the two of you, you felt the sudden urge to see Chucho again, hug him, thank him for being a father to everyone around him. “She had the baby blues, experts call it postpartum depression now. No one even talks about it now so, ya tu sabes.”

You nod slowly, giving him another affirming squeeze. You were so proud of him you almost couldn't contain what you were feeling in your belly. He continues, “My dad still raised me while my mother was around. She started working two extra jobs a month postpartum, they didn't need the money but she tried her best to be away from home. She would come home so tired but despite all of that she still came over to kiss me goodnight. When she was around, she was a good mom.” Javier's voice has gone raspy, speaking his story in a low tone like there were other people in the room that didn't deserve to hear the story of his mother. “She’d take the palms of her hands and rub them really fast then touch my cheek before bed. She’d say, ¿Puedes sentir mi amor? She took all her things and left when I was thirteen. I’m not sure what changed.” 

You hiccup a sob in your throat and you feel so ashamed to cry over his story. You hated to make him feel worse about himself but you couldn't help it, you cover your eyes in shame and he hurried next to you in bed to hold you tight against him. It was an amalgamation of the idea of someone you love so deeply being abandoned and the bitter feeling of what you search for in every corner. “Hey… It's okay”

Shaking your head quickly, “No, I'm sorry. You shouldn't be comforting me.” You pry yourself apart from his warm hold and instantly feel a gape in your chest, wanting to be close to him again. He feels it too, he pulls you back in and kisses the top of your hair. 

“You and Frankie distracted me from a lot of loneliness. Did you know that?” He strokes your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “My mom wasn't very known in town so when people asked me about her I just told them she left when I was much younger. I was going through a lot internally, everyone just saw me as Chucho’s moody rude little kid. You and your brother pulled out the good parts of me. Still do”

I love you, I love you, I love you.

You're in physical pain containing it, you couldn't keep this act up. This act like this is so casual, like a boyfriend is an accurate equivalent to what he is to you, like him asking you about children didn't have you contemplating for a moment if you two could really do this. This splitting agony, it's enough but you want to show him more. More life, more love, more, more, more days. Give us more days.

You jut your chin closer to his face, pressing a kiss to his open mouth. He mumbles your name against the desperate thing. His hand snaking into your hair at once, you bite down, down on his lip. His wrist twisting in your long locks and pulling your head back, the delicate tendons in your neck straining at his roughness. 

Your face apart from his, you reach your hand behind your head to hold his fist in your hair. “What do you think you're doing, biting me like that?”

Your eyes narrow as your lips quirk into a small smirk, “I want a taste, be gentle.” You whisper, your free hand removing the hotel blankets from you, revealing your nearly nude body to the cold air of the room. His jaw tightens but obeys anyway, his fist loosening from your hair. You place two hands on his chest as you climb over to straddle his laying form. He watches you intently as you place your pretty curved ass directly on his erection and he is hard, painfully. Slipping your lip between your teeth as you roll your hips experimentally on it. He groans at that, he loved you this way, just in panties on his fully clothed body. He attempts to sit up, get a better grip of you but you slam him back down. “You have a really long and stressful meeting soon, let me help you.” 

Javier’s brows furrow in frustration as you move his legs apart to make space for yourself. 

Your tiny self of your knees, breasts perked up and practically begging to be wet by his tongue, you cup a hand on his strained jeans. Your little brows screwing in concern, “Baby… you’re so hard.” You lean forward, your so sensitive and so ignored nipples skimming the rough texture of his pants. Javier groans one from the back of his throat when you press your wet lips to the outline of his length through his clothes. Testing the width of it, pulling your hair to one shoulder as you make a wet spot on his pants with your spit. 

Javi can't help it, he's leaking in his pants already, his large hand coming to cradle your head. “Been hard since you started talking about getting pregnant.” He admits and you moan against the denim, your ass wiggling against the ball of your heel for relief. 

Parting with a small whimper, your fingers pull down his zipper. The prettiest set of wiry hair coming to view, no underwear of course. The base of his cock strained to contain the rest of him there. You press your nose there, at the mound of his hair leaving a sweet pouty kiss to his base, “Andrea… don’t be mean.” He groans and you hadn't planned on it until now. Your hand is not big enough to fully wrap him, so you release him. 

His cock springs and hits the hem of his button down shirt, leaking already. You giggle at that, how desperate. Giving him no time to adjust to not being constrained you grab ahold of his aching cock, kissing the tip with an open mouth. “Do you think it'll fit in my mouth? Or should I try to just rub you for a little Javi?” You pout, you know you can fit it in your mouth but the reaction that comes from it makes all the pouting worthwhile. He shuts his eyes tight and his cock quite literally twitches in your hand. 

He couldn't do this anymore, he sits up on his elbows and grabs ahold of his member, his hand dwarfing yours on the thing. “Open, stick out your tongue.” He demands through gritted teeth, god you feel yourself dripping on the bed. You open your mouth fully, sticking your tongue out and he gives you a devious smile. His mustache twitched at the slutty display in front of him. He taps his tip on the start of your tongue, the heavy weight of it sends your mind on a loop. His other hand pushes your hair away from your face, slapping the tip further on your tongue, feeding you his cock little by little. Deeper, then retracted to spread his pre-cum on your lips. “You can take it, desperate for my cock in your mouth, querida?”

You nod, taking a hold of him again and going for it, sliding him deep in your hot little mouth. Earning a grunt from him, your lips offering a perfect slip. Javi can't see straight at the feeling of your tongue hot against him, swirling and collecting drool at your mouth and around him. Your pretty wet brown eyes meeting his, brows screwed and focused, hoping this felt good for him. Your hand wrapping at his base, collecting all what's dripping to aid your hand. “That's it, look at me baby.” You flit your gaze up at him again, he lets out a sound not so short of dying.

Bracing yourself, you lean further, your hair pooling around your mouth connecting to his length. Taking him deep in the back of your throat, your nose nestling at the hair just above his base and your chin hitting his balls. You hold there, breathing through your nose until it's too much. A moan rips through Javier’s body when you pull back to breath with a wet pop, “Jesus fucking-baby.” He quickly moves the pads of his thumbs under your crying eyes, “Where did you learn to do that?”

Your frown, “Saved my tricks for you.” Hand moving back down to stroke him but he stops you. His hands grabbing you from under your arms and manhandling you until you're on your belly. 

Lifting your ass up-up and ripping your panties down around your thighs.

Without giving you time to register the change he feeds his aching heavy self into your fluttering cunt. “Javi–fuck. Too big.” You whine, the stretch so foreign in this angle, hands and knees. He took you over the counter but it isn't the same. You’re still sore from fucking him in his cramped car at dawn. He doesnt care, his hands take a good grab at your ass, fucking into you relentlessly. “Baby please… you're splitting me in two.” You whimper feeling so abused in the sweetest way possible. 

He doesn't let up, the plea is a motivator and he slows, shocked with himself at how long he's lasting. You tighten around him and his own stomach dips, your pussy letting out squelching noises, god bless whoever is rooming next door. “Don’t complain, m’a perfect fit.” His pace speeds, “Gonna fill you–want you to keep me dripping out of you all day.” Javier leans over and bites at your shoulder. You're so close, your cunt throbbing and head getting airy. You babble his name, Javi please cum in me, please, please. 

Javi is on a power trip, he has you bent over after you teasing his cock in your mouth. And it's just you two, alone, far from home. He never wanted to leave this room, stay in you, eyes fixated on how you split open for him. That tiny hole that shrinks when he's done. Maybe hes carried away because when his eyes switch to the tight untouched hole just above wheres fucking you, his stomach dips and he comes at the thought of fucking that little thing loose. “Fuck–Andrea, querida.” He folds over, his spent body still working to get you there too and you're not far behind, one last grind of his hips has you squirming and shrieking. Back arching further with a twitch and whimpering, you feel him drip down your already slick folds. 

Your eyes full of pleasurable tears, Javi flips your body back on your back. Pressing down to kiss you, you hold him tight to you, a hand gripped in his hair keeping him close. Feeling awfully possessive after being fucked and filled. His kiss is just as sloppy and desperate, you have a small inkling that maybe he feels the same because he doesn't say another word, he just kisses your lips raw. Nipping and pecking, mumbling sweet nothings as he noses you. You can't help but grin against his lips at the rare display of intense affection. You two stay like that, intertwined and warm in each others hold.

“It’s six.” 

Javi groans, “I’m going to quit my job.” 

You roll your eyes and push his deadweight off of you. You hadn’t moved from the bed since he fucked you, although your sweet kisses turned to him lazily fingering you until you came all over his hands. Sitting up you feel the strain between your legs and the steady drip. Standing slowly your legs wobbled like a doe, eyes shutting in embarrassment before sitting back down. Javier lets out a throaty chuckle at the sight before getting up from the bed. “Don't tease me.” You snap.

He circles the edge of the bed before standing before you, his hands slightly pushing your shoulders. “I won't, stay in bed, I'll go shower.” Leaning down to kiss your forehead you wonder when the fuck did he get so domestic. You comply anyway, of course, he leaves a small smack on your behind as you get on your hands and knees to crawl to your side of the bed. A knock at the door has your hands rushing to the edge of the blankets, covering your bare body. Javier's eyes widen, zipping his pants up to cover the view of the base of him and the hair above. A sight that turned you on despite the slight discomfort between your legs. He strides to the door, out of your view but you hear the creak of its hinges. 

“Hi Javier!” A soft voice calls, a woman's voice and you swear you're so ridiculous but your stomach dips in its own jealous way. Your brain jumps to its most irrational state, knowing Javier had slept with many of his female coworkers. It was probably why the two of you had such strange glances from his colleagues earlier. You bite on your lip, shifting in bed hoping whoever is at the door knows you're here, his girlfriend. 

“Oh Gina…” Then the sound of a cheek kiss, your face warms. “How are you?”

Javier briefly looks over his shoulder, realizing its a lost cause he couldn't see you this way. Gina stands in front of him, a hand running through her long black hair. She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the office. Javier felt a sense of pride for his goofy coworker who managed to pull someone like Gina. Javier had drunkenly asked her out on a date during a break with Lorraine and she had called him a baby, letting him down easy. He was burned at the moment but he appreciates it now because he wouldn't be here with you. Instead he'd drag another woman along his pathetic loop of secretly pining for you. She flashes her ring to him, its a shiny thing. Felipe, that bastard, made a significantly larger amount than Javier yearly. 

“Honestly amazing, I heard that Felipe told you. ” She beams, retreating her hand to her side. Her eyes peering behind you. 

Javier smiles, “Yes, congrats. He's a lucky man.” Feeling watched and uncomfortable with talking to any other woman other than you. What's gotten into him? Cant even have a friendly conversation with a woman. It's silent for a moment, she gives him an awkwards thin lipped smile before her lips cracking into a bashful smile. His brows furrow, “What?”

“Okay I hate to be nosy–but Felipe told me you came here with someone and I just wanted to… I don't know… extend out an invitation?” She exhales and crosses her arms. Javi’s brow arches. 

“Invitation?” He knows he should tone it down, if you were next to him right now he is sure you would have pinched and murmured something about being nice. You don't know that everyone is used to his stern ways, viejo, they called him in the office. Next to his list of other names.

“Yes um,” She chuckles nervously, Javier is shocked you haven't walked over and slapped him for making the poor woman nervous. “The wives are getting drinks at the patio bar while you all have your meeting, so–well unless you wouldn't want her–” Javier quirks a brow again, “Sorry– I’m just inviting the girl for some drinks.”

“I'd love to.” You call, Javier turns watching you adjust your dress strap as you stalk towards them from the corner of the room. He couldn't help but smile at you padding over with a sweet smile, nothing short of innocence. As expected you pinch his bicep while you smile at Gina. “What time are you heading down?”

Gina’s smile widens at the sight of you too, “Oh wow, you're so beautiful. In an hour.” 

Javier Looks between the two of you, watching your face light up at the complement. He should tell you that more, you absolutely shine at the gesture. Your cheeks are pink and shiny, “Oh gosh–thank you, I mean so are you. We should shower.” You look at Javi. His dick twitches at the suggestion. 

His voice died with his croak of, “Of course.”

Gina giggled, “Yeah… I'll leave you to it.” She waves goodbye and exits. 

Javier looks down at you with absolute adoration while you keep  a pondering grin on your face. You keep an indolent smile while you walk back towards the bed. Javi follows, peeling off his shirt while you take off your dress again leaving nude. Your breasts littered with tiny red bruises, nipples still swollen and peaked. Padding over to luggage placed on the dresser by the porters, you bend over to unzip the thing. Giving him a full view of your puffy lips, glistening still from his own seed. If he didn't have places to be he’d bend you over full and eat you out like this until you collapsed. “She seems really sweet.” You let out a pleased murmur once you find your towel. Your smile deepening once you turn to catch Javier staring at you, on an ego trip of him enjoying the view, you brush your hair behind your shoulders to give him a better view of your chest. 

He was absolutely obsessed with you. 

“She is, you showering with me?” He unbuckles his pants again, matching your bare body. You blush at the sight of him naked, he’s half hard again at the concept of you still being shy around his naked body when you had him slapping his cock onto your tongue just an hour ago. 

Your eyes are steady on his length but you resist, “Yes, no funny business. I'd like to be able to walk downstairs later.” You leave a small pat on his back as you make your way to the bathroom.

He follows like a lost puppy, he was hard but every thing you did turned him on so he couldnt be upset with you not wanting to fuck just yet. “Yes ma'am.”

You step up into the shower, leaving the glass door open for him. The bathroom was oddly pretty, tan mosaic tile lining up the floor, lights dim. The sound of pattering water fogging the room as he sets down his towel next to yours. You let out a moan once the water hits you, “I'll give you a hand job if you give me a neck rub. Fuck that car ride did a number on me, so did you fucking me doggy!” You shout over the water. Javi shakes his head and steps in. 

The sight of you with your head back, dripping in water is better than any other thing his sinful eyes have ever laid eyes on. 

“Deal.”

Javier attempts to figure whether or not having a DEA meeting in a hotel conference room could lead to a security breach or not. Blinking into oblivion his eyes strain at whatever they display on the projector. It’s standard procedure it seems, updating those in the states on the work that’s being done in Colombia. Graphic images of faces bloodied and bodies limp, images he’s become accustomed to with his grueling career choice. 

He wonders if it’ll be different in person, if he’ll come back home shell shocked like he had been in Nam’. Javier scanned the room, noticing the pool of guests was much smaller than the cocktail hour a bit ago. He hadn’t realized that different departments had been separated into scattered conference rooms when his bathroom break turned him into a blushing mess when he opened the door to the presentation on the embassy’s clerical procedures. Thirty heads whipping to him, two of which being women he had slept with during his brief break with Lorraine.

Adjusting his tie and showing himself out he is met with Messina shutting off the projector. 

“And please, refreshments were a pretty penny. Please eat before leaving. Thank You.” 

Javier’s brows shoot high and he’s ready to turn on the heel of his boot and march out that door and back to you but Felipe gets ahold of his shoulder. “Nuh-uh. We’ve gotta talk.” 

Javiers shuts his eyes in annoyance, desperate to see you again. He was very focused on his work of course but in the small snippets of information that felt useless he thought of the treat you gave him in the shower before he dressed to be here. He left while you dressed, distracted at how the corner of your eyes get red blotches after a hot shower. He didn't even get to see what you dressed for the bar. “I’ve got to see–”

“The pretty new girl you haven't bothered to tell us about.” Felipe finishes with a raised brow, Javier's shoulders sink. “You leave for a month and suddenly you have a girlfriend?” Felipe beckons over Samuel, Dorien, and Julian over for some classic office gossip. All of them, like little school girls. Javier wonders how most of them are ten years his senior. He rubs the bridge of his nose before grabbing Samuel’s drink from his hand. 

“What exactly am I expected to say to you?” 

Julian snorts and Javi wants to slap him across his face. He hadn't even gotten the opportunity to fester any anger for the comment he threw at you earlier because of your sweet short temper he loved dearly. Jesus christ. 

Felipe shakes his head, “Listen… forgive me if I’m wrong but before… what… April, you were in a serious long term relationship that you never spoke to any of us about. We meet her one time and then you two split and you go on an office sex rampage for a month. You leave, and come back with a new girl who you introduce to us immediately. So what is it? She cousins with Brooke Shields?”

Javier’s eyes widened, flabbergasted at the attention to detail his co-worker seemed to gather. Javi couldn't tell you Felipe’s last name if you had a gun to his head, let alone know any details about his love life. Javi scans the faces of his other co-workers to see if they also think Felipe is a bit off his rocker, although all of their faces seem to be in a mixed state of Why are you looking at us like that and Answer, we want to know. His face drops when he realizes they are serious. 

“You guys are serious.”

“As serious as a heart attack.”

Javier looks again pleadingly to his co-workers but he stands betrayed. Sighing he concedes, “Alright.”Julian cackles before taking a sip of his beer, Javier’s near smile fading at the display of enjoyment. “She isn't cousins with Brooke Shields. She’s someone I already have history with hence the… fast pace.” His lips thin before sipping from the drink he stole. 

“You introduced Lorraine as your first and only girlfriend. That day she soiled my suit. Christmas 1984.” Julian sips again, hiding his smile. 

“You did say that.” Felipe adds. Javier begins to grow more and more irritable. It wasn't that he was embarrassed to talk about you, it was just the two of you seemed too complicated to casually explain after a two hour work meeting. It just wasn't that simple. 

But fuck it.

“I’ve known Andrea most my life, when I left it was weirdly tense between us. I left for work but it just seemed like I left to start a life without her.” He admits. 

There it is, that sting. Knowing you’ve been abandoned all your life, being the only person to hear you out and in turn leaving without a word. The guilt he feels coursing through his body at the thought is nearly unbearable, he needs to leave this conversation. He needs to go back home to you. His head jolts to the exit, seeing the first few people leave. He’ll tell them what they want to hear, he’ll give them drama and sneak his way to you. Meet you at the bar. “And she’s my best friends younger sister.”

Damien lets out a low toned whistle, all faces around Javi utterly horrified. Javi shrugged again, Felipe held his hands out waving them in exes. “Wait.. wait. Your what’s… who!?”

“My best friend Felix is Andrea’s brother and he doesn't know we’re here right now. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go make sure she isn't tipsy and alone.” Javi smiles smugly, pushing past the stunned group bee-lining for the exit. 

Rolling his neck and loosening his tie, he shrugs the second he reaches the bright lit hallway, striding toward the elevator to bring him to the pool side bar. It was almost thrilling to say it out loud, knowing none of those geezers knew about his complicated Laredo-home-life or the layered history of Andrea and Javi. 

It almost made him feel bad in the best way, his stomach flipping with the urge to protectively take you over whatever piece of furniture you're closest to, mine and my business only. Lord it had only been three hours and he missed you so badly. 

He taps the button again and again, watching the elevator countdown slowly from fourteen. What dickhead just took the damn elevator to the last floor? 

“You don't get to just walk away like that, my girl is currently getting tipsy with yours.” Felipe’s voice rings from behind Javier. Javi slouches and accepts defeat, it's true, the two of you had the same exact destination. Javi liked Felipe the most but he was being awfully annoying today. 

“Yeah yeah.” He waves him off, floor 9. 

It's silent for a bit, the two men in suits stay quiet. Floor 7. 

“So… were you just pulling my leg back there or–”

“It’s true. It’s complicated but yes, it's true.” Floor 5. 

Felipe purses his lips in disbelief, “So it's more serious than Vaquero?” Floor 3. 

Javi nods, “The most I think.” He admits without an ounce of guilt. 

“And when you leave?” Ding. 

The creaking golden door slides open revealing an empty mirrored elevator. Javi frowns, his face shifting that familiar mug he has in office, deep in contemplation and always so bored. But really it was just worry behind that furrowed brow, “We… go our separate ways I guess.” Until I come back, he thinks. He couldn't say it out loud because of how ridiculous it must sound but its his biggest wish. I’ll wait for you.

Felipe slow nods, digging his hands into his pocket. His eyes flitting everywhere but Javier’s face. The two stand side by side for several floors in stifle. “You know Gina and I get married in two weeks. Court house, nothing crazy.”

The knot between Javi’s brows grows deeper, “Congratulations” I miss you so badly.

“She wants a big wedding, I promised that but we had to do it this way so she can come with me to Colombia…” Javier expects the sentence to end but Felipe drags the end bit, thickening the air with his tone.

Is he?

“Are you–”

“It seems you love her enough to come back for her, why leave again?” Javier’s head snaps to turn to look at his colleague, words dead in his throat. “You do love her right?”

“Yes.” He would get that response out if it's the last thing he ever does, always yes, yes, yes. Since the two of you were kids, he loves you in an immeasurable way now.

“Well, you have an answer for making up for lost time. You're young you could mess it all up and marry six more times after but you know for now… The two of you seem to have some complex history you aren't willing to share. You've got a simple solution for whatever mess that's coming soon if you leave her.” 

Javier’s eyes sting as the elevator dings on the 14th floor. A woman in red enters with a  smile, sandwiching herself between Javi and Felipe..

The two men hadn't even pushed a button inside the elevator. Too distracted, ending up at a destination at the hands of another person's decision.

[guitars-and-kaleidoscope-eyes]

Anonymous:

hi! i love love love your content and i want to know if you write reader inserts? if you do could you please write a Ler!Paul Lee!reader?

Lee: X Reader

Ler: Paul McCartney

Ticklish, Darling?

1965

You had just returned home to the London flat you and your boyfriend, Paul, shared. You hung up your damp rain coat and slipped your shoes off. It had been a long week and you thanked any higher power that today was Friday. You sat down at the kitchen table and put your head in your hands. Your boss had yelled at you over something that wasn't even your fault, you slipped in a puddle of water in the hallway of your office and fell on your butt, and the height of Beatlemania was really getting to you.

Oh sure, you knew that by dating a Beatle (especially the cute one) you would draw a bit of attention to yourself, but you never imagined that you would receive death threats from some angry fans! You were always careful when leaving and coming home.

You thought you heard a noise from outside and you jumped out of your chair and ran to the sitting room and looked out the window, but all you saw was the darkness of the London streets as rain hit the sidewalks.

You breathed a sigh of relief, but your mind couldn't stop racing. You kept thinking someone was outside of the window watching you, but nothing was there.

Tears filled your eyes and your lip quivered. You flooped down on the sofa and you curled on your side as you let a small sob escape you. You hugged a pillow against your chest and buried your face into the soft cushion.

"(Y/n)! I'm home!" You heard Paul's voice enter from the foyer.

"(Y/n)?" Paul's voice became more concerned. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping you could maybe just make the world go away.

"Oh (Y/n)..." Paul's smooth voice trickled through your ears.

The only response he received was a shaky breath coming from his girlfriend, who was laying on the sofa crying.

"P-Paul." You whispered, opening your teary eyes to see your concerned boyfriend kneeling next to you.

"What's the matter love?" Paul asked tenderly, stroking some hair from your face. You tried to give him a response, but all that came out was a shaky. breath.

"Alright love. Alright." Paul soothed. He sat down next to you on the sofa and scooped your shaking body into his lap. You raped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his chest. He rocked you back and forth, stroking your hair and rubbing your back.

"Shhhh, it's alright love. I'm here." He cooed into your ear.

After a few minutes, you had your breathing under control. You sniffled and pulled your face away from Paul's warmth. Your eyes met with his doe eyes.

"Do you think you can tell me what's wrong now?" Paul asked, wiping away a few tears from your cheek.

"I'm sorry Paul. God, this is so stupid." You said.

"Hey, hey. It's not stupid." He said in a soft, but serious tone. "Nothing that upsets you this much is stupid. Now what happened?"

"It's just too much." You said, finally letting the wall come down. "It's been awful at work all week. There's been fans swarming outside the office. My boss yelled at me today for that. A-and I've been getting threats from a few of them, saying they were going to break in and try t-to..."

"Shhhh, it's alright." Paul whispered as you started to cry again.

"N-no, it's not!" You sobbed, "I can't go anywhere without worrying that they'll get to me! I can't even sleep without having nightmares of-"

Paul cut you off by hugging you close to him, holding you against his chest, as if he were trying to block out everything that hurt you. He rested his head on top of yours. You curled up against him, as if he was a cave you could hide in.

"What I was saying is that nothing like that will ever happen to you. Brian is already trying to find a way to keep fans away and get better security. I promise, by next Monday, things won't be nearly as bad. It's been hard on all of us. But trust me, I will NEVER let anything ever happen to you, my dear" Paul whispered into your ear.

"I love you so much Paul." You whispered.

"I love you too (Y/n)." Paul said, kissing your forehead. You smiled and wiped your eyes.

"I'm glad you're feeling better love. You gave me quite a scare when I walked in." Paul said.

"I'm sorry Paul. I didn't mean to." You said.

"I know." He returned, "But I think a little punishment is in order."

"What?" You asked, cocking your head to the side.

He grinned with mischief and wiggled his fingers infront of your face. Your eyes grew wide as it hit you by what he meant by "punishment".

You leaped off the couch to get away, but he ponced on you and the two of you fell onto the carpet. He straddled your hips and rested his hands on your ribs, poking them just enough to tease you. You began giggling

"What is it doll?" He asked, with a mischievous look. "What's got you all giddy today?"

"Pahahahaul!" You giggled, "Stohohop!"

"Sorry deary. No can do. Not until you apologize." He said.

You kept laughing as the tickling increased. Paul's hands moved towards your stomach.

"What have we here?" Paul teased, lifting up your shirt to reveal your belly. "Aww! A cute little tummy! And all for me!"

"Gohahahahd Pahahahaul!" You laughed, trying to get his hands away from you as you blushed. "Stohohop ihihit!"

"What, you mean I can't have this little tummy?" He pouted, kneading the flesh. "But it's so cute and ticklish!"

"Nohohoho!" You laughed even harder.

"How about this little bellybutton then, hmm?" Paul asked, scratching inside your bellybutton. "Just let me play with your bellybutton for a little bit. Then I'll leave you alone."

You couldn't muster to say anything because you were laughing too hard, so you shook your head, trying to hide your grin with your hands.

"Aww! Why not?" Paul pouted, teasing you again. "It's so round and ticklish and cute. I just wanna play with all day."

"Plehehehease!" You laughed trying to escape.

"Please what?" Paul asked, now tickling your belly again. "I think you're laughing too hard. I can't understand you."

"STAHOHOP!" You laughed.

"Ohhhhh." Paul said, still teasing you, "I don't know. Maybe I will. Or maybe I'll just keep this sensitive little tum tum and bellybutton all for myself.

"NOHOHOHO!" You laughed.

"What do you say then?" Paul asked.

"I'M SHOHOHORY PAHAHAHAUL!" You yelled through your laughter. Paul's tickling stopped.

"There. Was that so hard?" Paul asked, rubbing your belly to get any lingering tickly feelings out.

All he got in response was a giggling (Y/n) laying on the floor. Paul smirked at his beautiful girlfriend.

"Thanks for cheering me up Paul." You said, once you stopped giggling.

"Anytime love. Never be afraid to ask if you need help. Or if you ever need a good tickling." Paul winked cheekily. You chuckled and hugged your wonderful boyfriend.