#nothing exciting but i felt a sudden urge

[kitteyteeth]

some random drawings because i feel like it :3c

[gobingirl]

Dad Hood

Jumping on the Dad Red Hood bandwagon. [insert jazz hands here]

I imagine Jason hands granola bars out to the homeless in his territory, and he generally provides food and fresh water for those who need it on his terf.

And then he passes Danny post reveal gone bad and just hands him a granola bar thinking nothing of it.

Danny would be so confused why this stranger in a red helmet gave him food.

Danny meets this stranger’s eyes in his confusion and both his and the older man’s eyes flash green.

Jason’s first thought would be that this kid was Lazarus touched. While Danny would think he just found a ghost or another hafla.

Either way the pits seam to be calm. Not just calm, happy. Practically excited and cooing at the kid. It’s confusing as hell and what’s worse is that when the kid look up at him with those wide green eyes a surge of protective instinct rises through him along with the strange urge to punch him. But not punch him in a ‘I want to fight’ way, more like a ‘hi my name is Jason and you’re coming home with me now’ way. Which is bizarre and new and strange and kind of freaking him out.

Danny on the other hand is having a field day trying to get his core under control. His instinct is to punch this dude in the gut and introduce himself, but his brain keeps saying stranger danger run for the hills.

Hood just… turns around and grapples to the nearest roof. Trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with the pits, and he turns around to see if the kids still on the sidewalk because his instincts scream at him not to leave the kid alone and he’s just… gone. And all the sudden he’s going into a rage for no apparent reason.

Three days later after the interaction Danny sees Hood on a rooftop and lets out an involuntary chirp at him. Hood whips around to pinpoint the sound but Danny goes invisible out of mortification.

Why the hell would he chirp? He didn’t even know he could do that!

He spends the next few weeks unintentionally trailing Red Hood and vise versa with a very confused and slightly irritated air about them both.

Danny’s core is confused because he just lost his family and his haunt and was thrust into this new one without warning, so it latches onto the first familiar thing which just so happens to be Jason Todd.

Jason is just trying to live a normal life as a crime lord, but the pits cling to his this kid. …Was this how Bruce felt?

[sleepyjuice]

this is where i want to be - jj maybank

summary: morning sex with jj. based loosely on heavenly by cigarettes after sex.

wc: 1214

warnings: literally just shameless smut 18+!!!, slight consensual somnophilia, choking, creampie, cockwarming

a/n: was blessed to dream about this last night. hope y’all enjoy<3

There were very few things better than the feeling of waking up next to jj.

His body pressed against your back, his arm draped over your waist, soft and somehow not annoying snores leaving his lips.

You stuck together like glue when you slept. If one of you moved or rolled over in the middle of the night, the other would adjust accordingly.

This often led to one or both of you overheating, which is why you slept with a box fan on high all night. You had it all figured out.

The soft glow of the sun shining through the semi sheer curtain is what brought you out of your slumber this morning. Well, that, and your boyfriend’s morning wood poking eagerly against your ass.

You could tell jj was still sleeping, because if he were even partially awake, he would be grinding against you, but he was still.

You giggled quietly to yourself, the feeling of him making you giddy inside. As long as you’ve been together, he still made you feel so excited, both mentally and physically.

With your bottom half only covered in panties and jj only wearing boxers, you could feel him much better than you would if you had worn real pajamas, which made your stomach tingle and your body feel warm.

You slowly pushed your ass back against his dick, humming softly at the feeling as you moved your hips upward so he was rubbing against your now leaking pussy.

That was all it took before you heard a deep groan, followed by a sigh of content from behind you. jj was awake now.

You continued your movements, spurring jj to slide his hand to your hip, gripping firmly as he pulled you closer to him.

“Whatcha doin’, baby?” He rasped, sleep coating his voice.

You smiled, feeling chills run down your spine at the sound of his morning voice. You could also feel a growing wetness between the two fabrics that restricted the both of you, your own arousal and jj’s precum leaking readily.

“Nothing… just laying here with you.” You teased, jj now rutting himself against you slowly.

“Yeah? If you just wanna lay here, I can stop.” He responded with a cocked brow, causing you to turn your head to meet his gaze.

He was smiling lazily, the soft blue hue of his eyes extra bright as the sun illuminated his face. His hair was a mess, cheeks slightly flushed. He was so beautiful.

“You won’t stop.” You fired back, unable to hold in a soft whimper from leaving your throat as the tip of his dick brushed right over your clit.

“Oh, I won’t?” He laughed, knowing damn well he was all talk. No chance he was stopping unless you asked him to.

“You won’t. Know why?” You questioned, turning away from him and quickly bringing your hand down to your panties, moving them to the side so that your leaking pussy was now free. You felt his boxer clad cock press against you, soaking the fabric even more.

In a swift motion, you reached behind you to pull the front of his boxers down, freeing his cock so it was now pressed directly against your wet folds, properly coating him now.

He folded completely at that, groaning loudly at the feeling, and you could feel more precum leak from his swollen tip, dripping against you, both of your arousals making a mess of the sheets below you.

“You’re right,” he breathed, grabbing a hold of his cock, gliding it up and down through your folds, properly lubricating himself before he lined himself up with your entrance. “Not gonna stop. Gonna fuck you real good.” He murmured, peppering wet kisses along the back of your neck and down your bare shoulder.

You nodded eagerly, whining as you felt him push himself inside of you, moving slowly as your walls fluttered around him, adjusting to the sudden fullness.

He exhaled sharply, fighting the urge to completely pound into you, but he took his time, allowing you to adjust and take him fully.

He stilled his movements once he bottomed out, his balls pressed against your skin, making you moan loudly and arch your back, urging him to begin moving.

“Please, move, please.” You begged shamelessly, leading him to start thrusting, the slick sounds of your arousal coating his cock mixed with his breathy moans were nothing short of euphoric.

His fingers gripped firmly onto your hips, keeping both of you in place as he fucked into you perfectly. He moved effortlessly, only slightly slower than he would be if you were both fully awake, but perfect nonetheless.

“So good, baby, you’re so, so good.” He breathed, brows furrowed in concentration, sweat beading onto his forehead just under his messy blonde locks.

You were panting, one hand gripping onto the sheets while the other was behind you, holding on loosely to jj’s upper thigh as if you were keeping him inside of you.

“I need— oh, fuck, jay, I’m close.” You spoke breathlessly, your nails digging into jj’s thigh as you felt your body tighten, your mouth parted as he continued to hit just the right spot deep inside of you.

“I know, baby, fuck, I got you.” He grunted, using his free hand to reach around you, wrapping his fingers around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy in just the most perfect way, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt yourself clench tightly around his cock, your orgasm hitting you almost immediately.

You whimpered breathily as you came, your grip on him loosening as your body fizzled with pure pleasure, toes curling as jj continued thrusting into you through your high.

“That’s it, that’s good, baby.” He praised, pressing his lips against your shoulder blade as he felt his balls tighten, slowing his pace ever so slightly before stilling completely and releasing inside of you.

His hand was still wrapped around your neck, but his hold was far less firm, as if it was now just there to keep himself steady as he filled you up with hot spurts of his cum, beginning to move again as he worked through his orgasm, the sounds of him fucking his cum deeper into you mixed with both of your grunts and whimpers of pleasure were loud and erotic and you wished you could hear this sound forever.

“Fuck, jj,” you whispered breathlessly as his movements stopped once again, yet his cock remained deep inside of you, the mixture of both of your releases leaking out around his cock and coating his balls, but he stayed inside of you.

He moved his hand from your throat to push your hair away from your face, some strands sticking to your forehead from the sweat that had built up, his other rubbing soft circles on your thigh.

“You’re so perfect.” He said simply, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead against your skin, sighing contently.

You could feel his cock slowly begin to soften inside of you, your pussy fluttering as you became slightly less full.

“I love you, jay.” You spoke, sleep threatening to hit you again. You were on cloud nine.

“I love you, too, baby. Let’s go back to sleep, yeah?”

[camzeecorner]

𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂, 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃, 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙴₊˚ෆ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑

smut ღ dividers → @bernardsbendystraws ฅ^._.^ฅ

part one here

Nicole was sprawled across her bed, her slim legs kicked up in the air, swinging back and forth with a restless energy as she scrolled through YouTube on her phone. She flipped over onto her stomach, trying to find a comfortable position, but no matter how she moved, that strange feeling just wouldn’t fade away. Frustration bubbled up inside her, and she groaned, burying her head into the soft pillow, hoping to escape the discomfort that lingered.

She was puzzled by the unfamiliar sensation, her mind racing as she tried to decipher what was wrong. Thoughts swirled around, and in a moment of frustration, she mentally slapped her forehead, recalling a faint memory from a month ago. The details were hazy, but the feelings associated with it were beginning to resurface, urging her to confront what she had been trying to ignore.

“and remember, if you ever get that weird feeling down there again..” Matt spoke pointing between her legs, “just use the tricks we showed you okay?”he spoke softly caressing my cheek. I nodded at him frantically.

I slowly sat up, my fingers brushing the screen of my phone as I turned it off, the room falling into a quiet stillness. I leaned back against my pillows, tugging my shorts down a bit for comfort. With a mix of curiosity and uncertainty, I started to mimic the movements Chris and Matt had shown me, but the sensations just didn’t match the intensity I had hoped for. Frustration bubbled up inside me, and I let out a soft whimper, applying more pressure, desperate to find that elusive feeling. But still, nothing changed. I threw my head back against the pillows, silent tears spilling down my cheeks as I grappled with my disappointment.

“What if it doesn’t work?” I pout. Nate got up walking over, sitting next to me. “Then..call us! And we’ll help you again.” He spoke cheerful smiling at me. Matt and Chris nodding along.

I reached for my phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I opened our group chat. A wave of hesitation washed over me; uncertainty gnawed at my mind, making me question whether I should really reach out. I took a sharp breath, feeling the weight of my decision, and finally began to type, the words flowing from my fingertips as I poured my thoughts into the message.

Best kids to live

colie : hi guys! are you free? Or is this a bad time?

Mattress: hi princess, it’s never a bad time for you

chrizzy : hi doll you okay?

nation: lowkey just shit but I’m chillin, what do u need pretty girl

colie: it’s happening again, I can’t make it stop

nations: what do u mean mama

*chrizzy and mattress emphasized nations message*

Colie: that feeling is back, I tried to rub like you guys said but it’s not helping. It’s really uncomfortable, can you please help me again?

mattress: we’ll be there in 10.

*END OF CONVERSATION*

I sat on my bed, the anticipation building as I patiently waited for the boys to arrive. After what felt like an eternity, about twelve minutes later, the sound of my front doorbell echoed through the house. Jumping up, I quickly slid my shorts back on and made my way down the stairs, my heart racing with excitement. As I reached the living room door and swung it open, I was immediately greeted by the familiar faces of Matt, Chris, and Nate. A warm smile spread across my face as I stepped aside, inviting them in with a welcoming gesture.

“Hi guys!” I chirp happily, my voice bright with excitement. I start walking up the stairs, the sound of their footsteps echoing behind me as they follow closely. Entering my room, I hear the door click shut behind us. Nate, always the energetic one, quickly strides over to me, gently pushing me down onto the bed. The sudden movement catches me off guard, and I let out a surprised gasp. “Don’t worry, mama, we’re gonna make that feeling go away... okay?” he reassures me, settling onto his knees in the same spot he had occupied last time. I gulp, my gaze dropping to the floor as a rush of emotions floods through me, feeling my shorts dampening with a mix of anxiety and desperation.

Matt settled onto my bed, positioning himself close but still leaving a comfortable space between us. Chris took a seat in my chair, which was positioned across from my bed, creating a little distance yet still keeping the atmosphere intimate. They both sat there in silence, their eyes fixed on me, as if I were the main event of a show they were eager for. The stillness hung in the air, charged with anticipation, making me acutely aware of their gaze.

Nate began tracing small circles on my thighs, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me. I tossed my head back, surrendering to the sensation of his touch. It was strange how the same actions felt so different when they were directed at me; their hands had an electric quality that I found utterly intoxicating. As Nate leaned in closer, a soft whine escaped my lips, and I shook out a breath, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. He started to pepper kisses along the inside of my thigh, each gentle press of his lips igniting a fire within me.

I let out a shaky whine, my breath hitching in my throat. Shutting my eyes tightly, I tugged my lips between my teeth, trying to steady myself. He slid his long fingers to my waistband, the anticipation making my heart race. With deliberate slowness, he tugged them down, maintaining his dominant composure throughout. A soft groan escaped my lips as the cold air hit my skin intensely, sending a jolt through my body that heightened every sensation.

He smirked, glancing up at me with a playful glint in his eyes. “Still the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he spoke lowly, his voice smooth and teasing. I felt my cheeks flush at his words, warmth creeping up as I turned my head to the side, trying to hide my embarrassment. “Thank you…” I murmured softly, barely above a whisper. He responded by blowing lightly against my skin, each breath building more wetness and heightening the tension between us.

I grind my hips up slightly, only to be pushed back down as Nate wrapped his strong arms around them, holding me firmly in place. He sank his head further in, and I felt a rush of anticipation. When his tongue made contact, a cry escaped my lips, raw and unrestrained. “N-Nate…” I whispered, breathless and overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

He hummed against me, keeping his head lowered, his focus entirely on me. His tongue was a masterful force, licking and devouring every inch of me, making sure to savor every drop of sweetness with deliberate care. I reached my hand down, tugging gently at his brown locks, feeling the warmth radiate from him. He groaned against me, pushing his head in deeper, intensifying the sensations. My body responded with soft whines and whimpers of pleasure, each sound a testament to the overwhelming delight coursing through me.

Feeling the strange tightness in my stomach, I instinctively bucked my hips forward, a wave of sensation crashing over me. I panted softly, my head tossing and turning as I tried to process the intensity that was almost overwhelming. “You gonna cum?” Chris spoke lowly, his voice laced with anticipation. I nodded my head quickly, breathless and unable to form a coherent sentence, lost in the moment.

Feeling the orgasm wash over me, I cried out, the intensity of the moment consuming me. I was breathing hard, my chest heaving with each rapid inhale. Sweat dripped down my forehead, causing loose strands of hair to cling to my skin. I whimpered softly as Nate pulled away, his gaze lingering on me. He licked his lips, savoring every drop, a satisfied smile playing on his face. His hand rubbed my thigh gently, and he asked, “You okay, mama?” “Uh huh,” I replied softly, still catching my breath. I blinked a few times, wiping away the tears that had escaped, feeling a mix of satisfaction swirling within me.

Nate shifted from his spot as I watched Chris stand up, his movements deliberate and confident. Nate settled into the chair that Chris had just vacated, a knowing look passing between them. Chris walked over to me, positioning himself between my legs, his presence both comforting and electrifying. He rested his hand on my knee, gently rubbing it in soothing circles. “Think you’re good for two more rounds?” Chris asked, his gaze flickering between me and Matt, a hint of mischief in his eyes. Excitement bubbled within me at the thought of feeling even better, and I nodded eagerly. “Yes,” I replied, a smile breaking across my face as I giggled softly.

“Okay…” he spoke lowly, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed before sinking down to the floor. His hands began to work magic, gently rubbing circles on me that made me shudder with anticipation. He maneuvered his fingers in ways that sent me spiraling into another universe, each touch perfect, hitting every spot I desperately craved. “This might hurt, okay? Just let me know if you want me to stop, alright?” I gulped lightly, a wave of nervousness washing over me. “O-okay…” I managed to speak, my voice hoarse and trembling.

Feeling small rubs on my shoulder, I turned my head to meet Matt’s soft gaze, his eyes filled with reassurance. “It’ll be okay, just relax… the pain will be gone quick,” he spoke in a calming voice, and instantly, I felt a wave of comfort wash over me, easing my tension.

Turning my attention back to Chris, I sucked in a breath as I suddenly felt a finger entering me slowly. I shut my eyes at the unexpected pain, a soft whimper escaping my lips. “It’s okay, baby…” I heard Chris coo softly, his voice soothing. Matt ran his fingers through my hair, the gentle caress helping me relax into his touch. “O-oh,” I breathed out, feeling his finger move back and forth, slow and steady. Gradually, some of the pain was replaced by pleasure, and I couldn’t help but groan at the new sensation.

“M’gonna add another, okay?” Chris spoke, looking up to meet my eyes, his expression full of desire. I nodded at him, releasing a shaky breath as anticipation coursed through me.

He sank another finger in, stretching me lightly, and I rolled my hips upwards, feeling the pleasure build within me. I could feel his fingers curl, plunging in and out faster, each thrust gaining speed and intensity. I squeezed around him, relishing the new sensation that coursed through me, too intoxicating to resist. “O-oh my…” I breathed out, feeling my legs trembling softly beneath the wave of pleasure. I felt Chris add his thumb to the mix, rubbing slow, deliberate circles on my soft pink clit that sent shivers down my spine.

I felt my breath hitch in my throat, causing me to choke out a moan that echoed in the air. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming me completely, so much so that I couldn’t focus on anything else. I tuned everything out, zeroing in on the exquisite sensation of Chris's fingers working their magic. I began to move my body against his, instinctively matching his rhythm, lost in the intoxicating dance of our connection.

“You gonna cum baby? Hm.. you gonna make a mess on my fingers.”Chris said hungrily, locking his intense gaze onto mine, igniting a fire within me. I grunted as my eyes began to roll back, my mouth parting slightly in a gasp. “Eyes on me,” Chris commanded, his voice firm as he softly slapped my cheek, bringing me back to the moment. I whimpered, feeling the pressure build inside me. Then, he began to move at an ungodly speed, pushing me to arch my back, a scream escaping my lips in the process. “C-chri-chris!” I cried out, desperately clutching onto his arm, lost in the overwhelming sensations.

I came hard, feeling myself clenching and squeezing his fingers. My eyes rolled back, making my vision fuzzy. Feelings his fingers slow, he began to stiff his movements allowing me to ride out my high. Slowly pulling his fingers out before sucking them clean.

“So fucking sweet” he mumbled.

“My turn!” Matt exclaimed, laughter bubbling up as he jumped to his feet. It wasn’t long before I felt the familiar rush of excitement wash over me again. Matt sauntered over, looking down at me with a playful glint in his eyes. “I’m gonna fuck you so good…” he whispered, his voice low and teasing. “Fuck me?” I asked, confusion knitting my brows together just as I felt a sharp slap on my pulsing pussy, making me shriek in surprise. “Don’t say that…” Matt warned, pointing a finger at me with a mock-serious expression. I nodded slowly, surrendering to his playful commands, the anticipation swirling around us.

Matt started by lifting his shirt off his head, the fabric gliding over his skin before he tossed it casually toward my door. With a confident grin, he began unbuckling his belt, the metal clinking softly as he pulled it free from the latch. He swiftly unbuttoned his pants, the sound of the button popping echoing in the room. In one fluid motion, he yanked them down, stepping out of them with an air of nonchalance, leaving a trail of excitement in his wake.

I glanced over his body, taking in every detail. It was stunning; he was truly a piece of artwork. His faint abs were subtly defined, and his tattooed arm was a canvas of intricate designs, all covered in deep black ink. A chuckle above me pulled my attention up, and I found Matt grinning down at me. “You like what you see, doll?” he teased. I nodded slowly, my eyes trailing down his body until they landed on a hard-looking lump covered by his black boxers. “What’s that?” I asked, moving my hand up to touch it gently. I heard Matt stifle a moan, his breath hitching as he sucked in a sharp inhale. “Shit,” he murmured, the tension in the air thickening. “Mm..that’s my cock..” my eyes stuck to his cock, I tilt my head to the side showing my confusion. “What’s that?” I asked. “It’s like the boy version of a vagina” he spoke calmly. “You wanna touch it baby?” I nod my head fast smiling up at Matt.

He spun around swiftly, directing his attention to Nate and Chris. With a quick nod, he beckoned them over before turning back to me. “You wanna touch theirs too?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes. I nodded eagerly, a smile breaking across my face. “Yes, please,” I replied sweetly, hoping my polite request would earn me the permission I desired.

“Go on... take my boxers off,” Matt said in a chilling voice that sent a shiver down my spine. I reached up, my fingers trembling slightly as I tugged at the fabric of his briefs, pulling them down slowly. Matt exhaled sharply, tossing his head back in a moment of surrender. “Shit,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a mix of surprise and pleasure. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the sight in front of me. “You like it?” Nate asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched my reaction. “Yes,” I replied, my voice steady, not daring to look away. I gently ran my hand up and down, feeling the tension in Matt’s body as he let out a deep groan.

Pulling my hand away, I turn to nate and Chris seeing them already with their own cocks in the hands. They were all so big. I reach up pressing my palms against them both. “Fuck” Chris groaned shutting his eyes, followed by Nathan moaning.

“Alright, mama, enough touching...” Matt said, his tone both playful and commanding. Nate and Chris strolled around the bed, settling against my wall, their gazes fixed on me with an intensity that made me feel like the center of their attention, as if I were a feast laid out before them. Matt gently pushed me down, his hands rubbing against me in a way that sent a thrill through my body, blending teasing and tenderness in the most tantalizing way.

I whine softly at his touch, exhaling gently as a wave of sensation washes over me. His hand finds mine, interlocking our fingers in a firm yet comforting grip. “This might sting a little, squeeze my hand,” he murmurs softly, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that makes my heart race. He positions himself, aligning his tip with my entrance, and as he slowly moves in, I instantly feel the stretch, the pressure making me squeeze his hand tightly. I breathe in and out slowly, trying to steady my breath amidst the overwhelming sensations. “Let me know when to move, okay baby?” he prompts, and I nod, focusing on getting used to the feeling before I finally signal him to start moving.

Starting with slow thrusts, he moves deliberately, savoring each moment. “You okay, princess?” he asks, his voice laced with concern. “Y-yea... you can speed up,” I reply softly, my heart racing. As I feel his hips gain momentum, the rhythm intensifies, his body hitting against mine with increasing force. After a few minutes of teasing slowness, I begin to whimper lowly, lost in the sensation. The sound of Matt’s skin slapping against mine sends my mind spiraling, making everything around me fade into a blissful haze.

“S-shit..taking my cock good” Matt groaned above me, the sound vibrating through the air as his movements quickened. It felt as though he were reaching deep inside me, a sensation that made my stomach flutter. He leaned his head back, sucking in a breath, his pleasure palpable. His hand reached down to rub my puffy clit, the gentle touch sending jolts of electricity through my body, making me twitch involuntarily. “Oh Matt... feels so good,” I breathed out, completely lost in the moment.

“Yea? You gonna cum?” I nod my head, arching my back up into the air. I whine loudly, the pleasure taking over my body. I begin grinding my body against Matt’s adding to the pleasures running through my body. I felt like I was in heaven. Hearing his whimpers and moans making my head spin. My body was shaking uncontrollably under Matt, his thrust getting sloppier. “Want you to cum s’bad baby.. can you do that?” He asked as his hips still pounded into mine. “Y-yes” I speak, I could feel the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes.

Looking to the side i noticed Chris and Nate. They were playing with their cocks, heads thrown back and soft noises leaving their mouth. I loved the sight, feeling heat rise to my face. “Yea you like that? You like seeing your friends get off to seeing you fucked?” Matt asked me with a smug look of his face. My lips were puffy and covered by my own spit. My eyes rolling into the back of my head.

I could feel the tension in my stomach, I was so close. So so close. I just needed more, I craved more. I’ve never felt this good before, and I was addicted to it. The pleasure was so intense I began crying. Feeling the tears leak onto the mattress. “Wanna cum so bad” I pleaded, my voice sounding strained. “Cum on this dick baby.” Feeling my legs shake, I tossed my body around. “Oh mat.. Matt Matt Matt” I shouted as I came hard. The white liquid spilling onto Matt, he came shortly after with a long groan. “Fuck..” I heard Matt pant. Feeling my body shake, Matt pulled out of me slowly. My cum oozing from me. “Shit” Chris spoke, his cum flying onto his chest. Nate was soon to finish, his hot sticky cum landing on his lower stomach.

“How was that for your first time baby?” Matt asked me tucking strands of hair behind my ear. I smiled loosely. “Felt amazing” I said tired.

Tags - @shaquilles-0atmeal @midsturn @sturniolo-girl hope you like!

[ladywhistlewrites]

Hi can I request a wife x Anthony bridgerton story where reader is finally pregnant and how she would tell Anthony and the family

hi darling, ofc!! (omg thanks for sending an ask)🩷

Anthony Bridgerton x female wife! reader

warnings: mentions of period/blood, pregnancy

***

The morning light filters through the delicate lace curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as you stretch beneath the covers. It’s early, and the house is still wrapped in the serene quiet of dawn. You take a deep breath, feeling the familiar tug of routine urging you to start the day. As you move to rise, a sudden realization freezes you in place. You glance down at the crisp white sheets beneath you and feel a jolt of surprise and anticipation. There is no sign of your monthly visitor.

Your heart begins to race. Could it be? After all these months of hope and disappointment, dare you believe it? Your hands tremble slightly as you press them to your abdomen, a wave of tentative joy washing over you. You have to be sure. Quietly, so as not to wake the household, you slip from the bed and dress quickly, your thoughts a whirlwind of hope and possibility.

Making your way down the hall, your steps are light, almost as if you are floating. Each breath feels like a prayer, a silent plea for your dreams to be true. As you approach Anthony’s studio, you hear the soft scratching of his pen against paper. He’s been up for hours, as is his custom, losing himself in work before the household stirs.

You hesitate for a moment at the door, gathering your courage. Then, with a bright smile breaking across your face, you push it open and step inside. Anthony looks up, his eyes lighting with surprise and pleasure at the sight of you.

“My love,” he greets, rising from his desk. “What brings you here so early?”

You can barely contain your excitement as you close the distance between you, your hands reaching out to grasp his. “Anthony, I have news. The most wonderful news.” Your voice trembles with emotion, and you see his eyes widen, a spark of anticipation igniting within them.

“What is it?” he asks, his tone eager, almost breathless.

“I… I think I’m pregnant,” you whisper, tears of joy welling in your eyes. “I checked the sheets this morning, and there was nothing. I haven’t felt any of the usual signs. Anthony, I believe we are finally going to have a child.”

For a moment, he is silent, the words hanging in the air between you. Then, with a cry of joy, he sweeps you into his arms, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. Laughter bubbles from your lips as you cling to him, the room a blur of motion and happiness.

He sets you down gently, his hands framing your face as he gazes into your eyes, his own brimming with tears. “My love, you’ve made me the happiest man in the world,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “We are going to be parents.”

You nod, unable to speak, overwhelmed by the depth of his joy and the love shining in his eyes. He kisses you then, a tender, reverent kiss that speaks of promises and dreams and the future you will build together.

In the hours that follow, you and Anthony make plans to share the joyous news with the rest of the Bridgerton family. The day seems to fly by, a whirlwind of preparations and secret smiles, your heart soaring with the knowledge of the life growing within you.

As evening falls, the dining room is a picture of elegance and warmth. The table is set with the finest china, gleaming silverware, and fresh flowers that fill the air with a sweet fragrance. The soft glow of candlelight bathes the room in a golden hue, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

The family gathers, their faces alight with curiosity and affection. You can barely contain your excitement, your eyes meeting Anthony’s across the table, a silent communication passing between you. Finally, as the conversation lulls, Anthony rises, his hand reaching for yours.

“Everyone,” he begins, his voice steady but filled with emotion, “we have some wonderful news to share. We have just learned that we are expecting a child.”

For a heartbeat, there is silence, and then the room erupts in joyous exclamations. Daphne and Eloise rush to embrace you, their laughter mingling with yours. Benedict and Colin slap Anthony on the back, their congratulations hearty and sincere. The younger Bridgertons dance around the room, their excitement infectious.

Violet, her eyes shining with tears, crosses the room to you. She takes your hands in hers, her smile radiant as she draws you into a warm embrace. “Oh, my dear,” she whispers, her voice trembling with happiness, “this is the most wonderful news. I am so happy for you both.”

You hold her tightly, the love and acceptance in her embrace filling you with a profound sense of belonging. “Thank you, Violet,” you whisper back, your voice choked with emotion. “We are so blessed to have all of you to share this with.”

As the evening unfolds, the room is filled with laughter and celebration. Glasses are raised in toasts, and stories are shared, each one adding to the tapestry of joy that weaves through the night. You sit beside Anthony, your hand in his, your heart full to bursting with love and happiness.

This is the beginning of a new chapter, a future filled with promise and hope. And as you look around at the faces of those you hold dear, you know that this child will be welcomed into a world brimming with love and joy, surrounded by family who will cherish them always.

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[johnbrand]

Call to Action

William was getting antsy in the airport, crossing his legs and kicking his feet anxiously as he awaited his flight. It had been nearly two months since he had last seen his long-distance boyfriend and the excitement was riling him up. William had been preparing for this trip for weeks now. Everything was packed, the shuttle from the airport coordinated. As soon as he landed he would quickly change from his plane pajamas to a fancier outfit to surprise his true love.

All of this made William bouncy with a child-like giddiness. The two had been lovers since their first year of college, but William’s boyfriend had made it clear early on that senior year he planned to study abroad. Even though this separation was planned and temporary, the young, romantic William had swooned since the day he left. He practically looked the part too, his average, lean build and mousy brown hair perfectly accompanying the lovelorn persona.

Doing his best to distract himself, William grabbed for his phone, surprised to find an unknown number trying to reach him. With nothing better to do, he decided to accept the call. William did not notice all the other men in the airport simultaneously reaching for their phones and answering the same number through their devices.

“Men!” a rugged, masculine voice exclaimed from the other end. “It is our time to rise up to save our country!”

William was not prepared for this sudden call to action, but curious, he remained on the line. He did not realize his decision was already made for him.

“Men should be with women! Men need to become fathers again!”

William’s eyes glazed over at the strong words as the masculine voice continued to spout even more offensive remarks. It was jarring, aggravating to a point that…aggravating to a…aggravating to his dick.

William let the man’s uproar of commands project on, unaware of the small boner that rose from his soft pants as insults were delivered at his masculinity. Each of the man’s statements were absorbed willingly into William’s innermost self, adjusting the poor boy to the expectations of a complete stranger. William’s height rose dramatically, a soft breeze tickling against his shins as his pants rode higher up. His thighs and calves began to fill the empty space as the pants became a starchy material, khakis functional either indoors or outdoors. His shoes too, once cheap sandals, grew larger into massive athletic sneakers that (thanks to his manly privilege) passed as "business casual."

“Straighten out those backs and puff those chests!” the voice urged, and William obliged. His muscles tightened beneath the worn-out tee, which was quickly thickening into a sporty-yet-still-professional polo echoing a more standardized hue. William’s chest, now supported by hard-earned bulk, began to cover itself with little hairs while his entire being broadened and squared. The changes crawled out from underneath the new shirt down his arms, leaving William with tanned, lightly dusted appendages and thick mitts begging for a game of catch on the front lawn. A single finger was graced with a simple silver band.

William’s manhood continually throbbed with the man’s words, pulsing larger with every new mandate ordered upon him. “Your role is to reproduce a spitting-image, not a spitting savage!” William felt himself agree, tightening the typical leather belt that had secured itself around his stronger base. His evolving cock protested the loss of freedom, now a machine for fertilization built for a purpose other than sheer pleasure. “You are a man, so act like one!”

“I am a man!” William repeated, his vocal chords deepening with maturity and testosterone. His jaw squared out with manly aftershave, years brutishly piling onto his body to make him better prepared for fatherhood. William's hair flattened out into a neatly combed shape, a long-practiced art form that matched his weathered, experienced eyes.

“Families and jobs are the priority.” the man signed off. “Father our children, father our country!”

Bill placed the phone down, noticing his flight had just arrived. The 30-something-father watched as the passengers got off, noticing all the proud men with their families. The thought aroused his massive paternal schlong, quickly forcing him to spread his legs to make some room. Bill had just finished a week-long corporate retreat, talking business, the home life, and politics with the other like-minded men out on the greens. Now though, he was excited to get home to the wife and kids. So excited in fact that he had to hear his voice one last time.

“Hey hun, boarding the plane now. Have dinner ready by the time I get home." Bill's command held the dominance and authority of natural masculinity. "Tell the kiddos I'll see them soon, love ya.”

[mysticworks]

One day too late ~ LN4 x Reader

Lando x Pregnant! Reader; Coworker! Reader; Very Angsty; mentions of intimacy but nothing explicit; Borderline Forbidden love; Reader & Lando are friends with feelings

S Y N O P S I S:

Carried away at the party, you and Lando share a beautiful night. Lando, worried about the implications on his career, urges you to pretend it never happened, ignoring your feelings for each other...until 6 weeks later you find out you're carrying his child. Word count: 1.5k

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A beam of sun in your eyes pulled you out of your slumber.

Sore. Head pounding. A deep ache in your lower stomach.  

It took you a few seconds to realise that this wasn't your room. The unfamiliar sheets, the duvet much thicker and heavier. There seemed to be so much room across the mattress, stretching out in its emptiness. 

Then every memory from last night came tumbling through. 

After a launch party of the new 2024 season, you’d found yourself a little too lost in the celebrations, Lando right beside you in fits of giggles and dances. 

You'd always had feelings for Lando, ever since you joined the PR team during his rookie days - the working time together bonding into a quickly growing friendship. Yet something had always stopped you from taking it further.

And so when Lando placed his hands on your waist last night, his face inches away from yours before your lips finally collided - every rational thought was thrown out the window. 

The heat of the party. The excitement and psychedelic blood rush. Climbing into Lando’s car. Your legs, entangled. His whisper of sudden hot, breathless confession. Your heart pounding in reciprocated emotions. Your hands in his curl, his... 

You shot up in bed, last night now a vivid image.

Lando was sitting across the room, on his computer, headphones flung around his neck. His eyes flick away from the computer screen at your sudden movement, coming to rest on you, and he draws in a long breath.

You felt the air leave your lungs. How did he manage to look so gorgeous even in the mornings? 

“How are you feeling?” You blinked at his break of silence, words not quite making it out of your mouth. 

“Yeah, I’m…” Raking your fingers through your curtain of bangs in an attempt to collect your thoughts, “I’m fine.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got the pounding headache too.” Lando shrugged, sighing, before powering down the screen and in a swift motion making his way across the room, over to you. 

Awkwardness suddenly overcame you and you did everything to avert your gaze from his. 

This proved pointless as he sat himself in front of you, the mattress dipping under his weight. You could feel the warmth radiate off his body, his finger coming to rest under your chin as he forced your eyes to meet.

“Are you okay?” There was a sadness in Lando’s eyes, one that didn’t quite match the gentleness of his voice. You mumbled a reply, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks - his face was so close - forcing your heart to respond with a quickened beat.

“Listen, I’m sorry for last night.” Your brows found themselves furrowing at his words.

“Sorry?” 

“We shouldn’t have…” He raked his curls, shutting his eyes tight for a brief moment, as if pained to say the words. 

His voice was quieter when he spoke again, “We shouldn’t have done what we did y/n.”

You felt something stab at your chest. “I don’t understand, Lando, I like you, you like me, we’ve known each other for years…what’s…what’s the - ” 

He didn't give you a chance to finish. “I can’t risk having…I just can’t risk a relationship right now. We can’t - ”

He pauses, gaze softening as you feel your eyes well up, but you’re determined to keep a stoic expression on your face.   

It didn't help that Lando was looking at you with such an intense look in his eye, his hand cupping your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Are you saying we can't date?”

You felt your voice betray you, a single tear spilling down your cheek. Lando used his thumb to wipe it away, taking in a shaky breath. 

He looked away. “Please. I’m sorry.” His eyes were almost telling you to stay, now also welled with redness, but his words said differently. 

You felt the world collapse. Your breath hitched. A tremor shot through your limbs as you scrambled out from Lando’s bed. He got up too from his seat, standing limply in the centre of his room.

It was then you realised you were in his clothes, his loose tee reaching your knees, a pair of his joggers clumsily worn over your legs. You paid no heed, now eager to just leave. To run away and hide. 

Never had rejection been so cold. It was almost like he’d used you. A part of you wanted to scream at him, throw things and ask him “why,” yet you felt as if life had been sucked out of you. 

One of the best days of your life had been merely hours ago, before turning into a nightmare. 

“Y/n…” You’d only just reached the door, but his call made you stop in your tracks. There was a shameless hope he’d changed his mind. 

“Here. It’s cold out.” 

He held out one of his hoodies, passing it to you in a gesture to take it. 

You did. Curt and refusing to meet his gaze, before turning around stiffly.

And without another word, you left his apartment, refusing to look back.

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You weren’t sure when you got home, drenched from the rain that came gushing down along the way. 

You weren’t sure of much…only that your relationship with Lando was over. 

Over before it had even begun.

Climbing out of bed the next day was the worst feeling. With no energy in your limbs, you called in sick to work, refusing to face anyone at the McLaren office, but more importantly, avoiding Lando. 

You stayed in bed, too exhausted from crying to move. 

It wasn’t until a week later that you finally showed up at work. The pain seemed to have subdued; now replaced with forever changing moods. At times you were down in the dumps, exhausted and tired - your head slightly foggy - other times, irritable and angry. Yet you ploughed on at work, ignoring the sleepless nights and restless evenings. 

Avoiding Lando at work was near impossible, and yet you managed. Only speaking to him when absolutely unavoidable through email, or putting on your best corporate voice. 

Eye contact was avoided altogether, even when he craned his head to catch your gaze, you turned away. 

That was a satisfaction you refused to give him.

At 2 weeks it seemed the restless nights had been replaced with exhausted ones, a full night's sleep still leaving you fatigued and nauseous in the mornings. You blamed the sickness on heartbreak. 

Lando watched you more often now, sitting in the lobby of your office during lunch breaks. You turned down the blinds and shut him out.

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The realisation came, 6 weeks post heartbreak. A quick glance at your calendar told you you’d missed your cycle. The nausea, tiredness, mood swings all made sense now - each jigsaw piece coming together to fit the puzzle. 

Although the fear of raising a baby alone rose in your throat, you were determined to do it. You knew Lando had a right to know. Yet somewhere, deep down in your heart, you refused to give him that.

Perhaps you were running away.

Perhaps this was your revenge.

Your resignation made sure he’d never know. 

L A N D O 'S P O V:

They say you don’t know the value of something until it’s gone. I've learnt this truth the hard way.

I’ve watched her everyday since that night; desperately trying to catch her eye at work; take her aside and apologise. Tell her we can make this happen... start over, uncaring of the world and it's concerns.

I've watched her everyday, slowly starting to shrivel. The bags under her eyes, the tiredness in her smile. I’ve watched her at lunch, nibbling at almost nothing at her plate before silently excusing herself away. 

It devastates me to know that this pain is from me. I have caused it and she didn't deserve it. How I wish I could tell her that I was wrong. I was so, so wrong. 

I miss her smile. Her company; once a comfort. I miss having her by my side; encouraging; so full of energy.

And so this is my chance. My chance to finally set things right.

Clutching the bouquet - glitter roses I spent the last night making - I head over to the PR query desk, determined to start again, if she can give me the chance. 

There’s a new member of staff at the desk; someone I’ve never seen before and he tilts his head up at me, hearing my approach, flashing me a smile. 

He thinks I’m here for a project meeting and begins to rise from his seat, holding up a clipboard as if ready to pass it over. 

“I’m looking for y/n, l/n.” A moment passes.

Legs jittering. Heart tight and constricted; there’s a sense of urgency swelling in me as if telling me to hurry, rushing me to make things right. My fingers tap at the desk, impatient. 

He gives a sigh, furrowing his brows and lowering the clipboard back into place. 

“I'm afraid she's not here. She gave in her resignation yesterday.”

The words hit me like a boulder to the chest.

My legs feel heavy, a tornado whirling in the pit of my stomach. My fingers unclench from the bouquet and with a soft thud, the flowers thud to the ground; petals ripping apart from impact.

They've crumbled. Glitter littering the floor.

It was over.

I was one day too late.

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[badathumanemotions]

Tease

Spencer Reid x Emily Prentiss x Fem Reader

MDNI Master List Category: Smut CW: Smut, Established Poly Relationship, Dirty Texts, Bondage, Light Dom/Sub, Vibrator, Voyeurism, Exhibition, Vaginal Sex, Cream Pie, Cum Play, Fingering, FaceSitting, Oral Sex (fem rec.), Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms, AfterCare. WC: 6,888

You decide to tease Emily and Spencer with spicy texts while the two are at work. Once they get home you face the consequences. (Not Proof Read)

You really couldn't resist the urge to send those spicy texts.

As you lounged on the couch at home, you sent a text to Emily, a smirk playing on your lips as you typed, "I can't wait to feel your mouth on me, Em. The way your lips feel on my pussy…it drives me wild." You hit send and felt a little thrill at the thought of her reading it in the bustling office, surrounded by her colleagues. You knew it would be a sweet torture for her, a delicious secret that would keep her mind on you until she got home.

To Spencer, you sent a different message, one that painted a vivid picture of you kneeling under his desk, his pants around his ankles. "I wish I could suck you off right now, Spencer. Your cock in my mouth, my tongue playing with your balls… Can you imagine the look on everyone's faces if they knew?" You pictured his cheeks flushing at the thought, his mind racing with the scandalous image.

Emily's phone chimed discreetly, interrupting her focus on a particularly complex case. She glanced down, expecting something completely mundane. But as she read your text, her eyes widened in surprise and arousal. Her breath hitched, and she felt a sudden wetness between her thighs. The room grew hot, leaving her flustered as she tried to compose herself.

Spencer's phone vibrated against the wooden desk, a silent but insistent pulse that drew his attention from his work. He glanced over at your name, and his heart skipped a beat. He read the message and felt a blush creep up his neck, the corners of his mouth lifting into a grin. He couldn't believe the audacity, the sheer naughtiness of it all. He looked around the bullpen, ensuring no one was watching, and replied with a promise that had him twitching with excitement.

You decided to up the ante and snapped a picture of yourself in the white lingerie you had picked out especially for tonight. It was barely covering your body, leaving nothing to the imagination, and you knew it would drive Spencer wild. You send it to him with the caption, "A little something to help keep you focused at work."

Spencer's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the picture. He quickly pocketed his phone and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the bulge growing in his pants. The sight of you, laid out like that, waiting for him made his resolve weaken. His focus kept straying from the case files, the picture of you front and centre of his mind.

Emily noticed Spencer's sudden shift in demeanour. The way he fidgeted in his chair and the way his eyes kept darting to his phone made her grin wickedly. She had a pretty good idea of what was going on.

Her own phone buzzed, and she looked down to find your text, accompanied by an image that was far from professional. The sight of you, barely covered in the seductive lingerie, made her mouth go dry. The other agents in the bullpen were oblivious to the steamy thoughts racing through her mind.

You had been riling yourself up all day, keeping yourself on edge with every little thing you did. Every move you made you felt the anticipation building, making the ache between your legs that much more intense. The fabric of your underwear brushed against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body, a sweet torment that you basked in. You had been teasing yourself with thoughts of what's to come once Spencer and Emily get home.

Finally, your phone buzzed with the text you've been waiting for: "On our way home, darling." The words made your heart start to race. You jumped off the couch and rushed to the bedroom to prepare for their arrival.

You softened the light in the bedroom, dimming the lamps to cast a warm, sultry glow across the room. You took a moment to make sure everything you need was within arm's reach, not wanting any interruptions to spoil the mood once they arrived.

As you heard the key turn in the lock, your heart began to thunder in your chest. The door swung open and there they were, Spencer and Emily, looking at you with a hunger that could only be described as ravenous. The tension between the three of you was palpable.

Without a word, Emily strode towards you, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She took you by the wrists and gently but firmly pulled you towards the bedroom. Spencer followed close behind, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you in the lingerie.

Emily's lips met yours in a fiery kiss, her tongue darting into your mouth with a familiar heat. Her hands roamed over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing gently. You could feel her excitement, her hunger for you, and it only served to make your own desire burn even hotter.

Spencer took his place behind you, his firm grip on your hips making you arch your back instinctively. His warm breath danced across the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His hands began to explore, tracing the curve of your ass before sliding up to your ribcage, teasing just under the edge of your lingerie.

Emily's mouth left yours and trailed down to your neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she nipped and kissed along the way. Your eyes fluttered shut, a gasp escaping your lips. Meanwhile, Spencer had moved from behind you, his eyes now locked onto Emily's ass as he slid behind her.

With practiced ease, he began to unbutton her blouse, his fingers working swiftly to expose her navy coloured bra. She leaned into you, her breasts pressing against your chest as Spencer's hands dragged down towards her trousers.

Spencer's eyes never left yours as he undid her belt, his knuckles brushing against her abdomen, making her shiver. He tugged at the waistband, and her trousers slid down her legs, pooling around her ankles.

Emily stepped out of them, now only in her matching navy bra and panties. She kicked off her heels, the sound echoing through the room. You couldn't help but admire the way she looked standing there, confident and sexy.

You noticed that Spencer was still fully dressed, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, a couple shirt buttons undone, and his pants still on. "Someone's a bit overdressed," you teased, nodding towards him.

With a smoldering gaze, Emily took the cue and stepped closer to Spencer. She placed a soft kiss to his lips before moving to undo his tie, fingers gliding through the material with ease. You stepped up to his other side and mirrored her movements, placing a kiss on his neck.

Together, you and Emily worked in harmony, each one of you eager to reveal more of his body to the other. His tie came off first, discarded to the floor with a gentle toss from Emily. Then, one by one, you started on the buttons of his shirt. Each button that popped open revealed a new patch of his pale, lean chest.

When his shirt was open, you couldn't help but let your hand slip inside to feel his warm, firm skin. Your fingernails grazed lightly over his abdomen, making him flinch and groan.

You both reached for his belt buckle, your hands brushing against each other in the process. You felt the heat of Emily's breath on your cheek, and she smirked before saying, "Ladies first," with a wink.

With a gentle tug, you pulled the zipper down. His erection was evident, pressing against the fabric of his boxer briefs. Emily's hand reached out, cupping his cock over the material, making Spencer gasp.

As you pushed his shirt off, Spencer stepped out of his shoes, and his pants followed suit. He was now only in his boxer briefs, which Emily proceeded to slip down his legs. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, making you both stare with hungry eyes.

Emily moved over to you, undoing the clasp of your bra. The material fell away, revealing your breasts to the warm air. She cupped them, her thumbs gently brushing over your erect nipples.

"On the bed," she murmured, her voice low and commanding. You didn't need to be told twice. You practically jumped onto the soft, plush surface, the anticipation coursing through your veins like electricity.

Emily leaned down, her breath hot against your ear. "You've been a naughty little tease today," she whispered, a hint of playfulness in her tone. She reached for the leather cuffs you had so conveniently laid out earlier.

Her eyes locked with yours as she secured each wrist to the headboard, one by one. The soft leather of the cuffs cool against your heated skin. "Now, you're going to learn the true meaning of patience," she murmured, her voice dripping with the sweet promise of torment.

You thought you had orchestrated this entire evening, but as you lay there, bound and exposed, you realized that Emily had other plans. She didn't miss a beat, immediately taking control of the situation as she stepped away from the bed. "Now, Spencer," she said with a smirk, "I believe it's time for us to have some fun."

Letting out a whine, you tried your best to give them the puppy dog eyes, hoping to be released from your restraints and join in the fun immediately. But Emily just chuckled, shaking her head. "Patience, darling," she said, her voice low and seductive. "You've had all day to think about this."

Ignoring your pleas, Spencer stepped closer to Emily. His hand reached up to cradle her face, and before you could even blink, their lips met in a fiery kiss. You watched as his thumb traced the outline of her jaw, her hands roaming down his chest, her nails scraping lightly against his skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

Their kiss grew more urgent, more passionate, and you could feel your own need building as you watched them. Spencer's other hand made its way to the clasp of Emily's bra, and with a quick flick of his fingers, it was undone. The cups fell away, revealing her breasts to his eager gaze.

Spencer cupped her, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She let out a soft moan, her breasts swaying under his touch. You felt your own pussy clench with desire as he began to fondle her, his palms moving in slow, sensual circles. Her skin looked so soft and inviting that you found yourself wishing it was your touch instead.

You watched as Emily leaned into Spencer's touch, her eyes fluttering closed with pleasure. You felt a twinge of jealousy, but it only added to the thrill. You squirmed under your restraints, your hips bucking up into the air as you grew wetter by the second.

Emily's hand trailed lower, her fingertips grazing over Spencer's stomach before finally wrapping around his cock. She stroked him slowly, her thumb gliding over the precum beading at the tip. The sight of her hand on him made you ache to join, but the cuffs held firm, keeping you the captive audience of their erotic display.

With a gentle nudge, Spencer laid Emily down sideways on the foot of the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. She looked up at him with a smoldering gaze as he stepped back, taking in her body, laid out for him to feast on. You bit your lip, watching as Spencer's eyes travelled down her torso to her wet panties.

Spencer took his time, his mouth watering as he kissed down her body. His lips lingered on her neck, making her shiver before moving down to kiss along her collarbone. His kisses grew more urgent as he reached her breasts, his tongue flicking at her hardened nipples, making her moan softly.

You couldn't stop yourself from squirming and whining. The desire to touch, to be touched, was overwhelming. You watched as Spencer's hand slid down Emily's stomach, his thumb brushing against the fabric of her panties. He traced the seam, teasing her, making her hips rock into his touch.

With one swift move, Spencer dragged Emily's panties down her legs, the fabric sliding over her thighs and calves before he tossed them in your direction. You watched them fly towards you, landing just shy of your face. The scent of her arousal lingered, making your mouth water.

Emily's legs parted slightly, and Spencer knelt between them. His tongue darted out, and he took a long, slow lick from her hole to her clit. You felt your own clit pulse in response, desperately wanting the same attention.

He began to worship her with his mouth, his tongue swirling around her clit as his thumbs spread her wider. You could see her wetness glistening, smell her sweet scent in the air, and it was all you could do not to scream with frustration.

Emily's moans grew louder, filling the room with the erotic symphony of her pleasure. Her hips bucked against Spencer's mouth, her breaths coming in sharp gasps as she grew closer to the edge. You watched, entranced, as Spencer's cheeks hollowed with every suck and lick, her juices coating his chin.

"You see this?" she panted, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. "You want it, don't you?" Her smirk was devilish, knowing full well the torment she was putting you through.

Spencer looked up from his task. His fingers, slick with her wetness, hovered just above your parted lips. "How about a taste?" he asked, his voice husky with lust. You leaned forward as much as the cuffs would allow, eager to taste her on him. He brought his fingers to your mouth and you eagerly took them in, sucking the essence of Emily's arousal off of his skin. The taste was intoxicating, a blend of salt and sweet that made your mouth water for more.

Emily took that moment to climb up the bed, straddling your hips. She leaned down, pressing her mouth against yours, sharing the taste of her desire. The feeling of her breasts pressing into yours made your nipples peak even more, your body begging to be touched. But she had other ideas.

Reaching to the side, she grabbed the vibrator you had so thoughtfully placed within reach. She strapped it to her own thigh, positioning it perfectly against your clit, setting it to the lowest vibration. The hum was faint, almost a whisper, compared to the roar of your arousal.

With a wicked smile, Emily climbed off of you and made her way back to Spencer, who was still kneeling on the foot of the bed, watching the two of you with rapt attention.

Spencer took her hand and pulled her closer, kissing her deeply before guiding her to turn around. With a gentle push, she was positioned on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air.

Without wasting a moment, Spencer got behind her, his cock at her entrance. The tip of his erection teasing her entrance. You watched, breathless, as he slid into her, inch by inch. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a moan tore from her throat as he filled her completely. The sight of him claiming her, taking her, made your clit throb against the vibrator strapped to your thigh.

Emily's body moved with Spencer's, their skin slapping together as he took her roughly. The vibrator barely touched you, the gentle buzz against your clit driving you insane with need. You had the perfect view, but it was torture, the sweetest kind of frustration. Your eyes wandered over every inch of them, drinking in the sight of their bodies joined and their faces contorted with pleasure.

You could feel your hips bucking uncontrollably, trying to get even an ounce of the stimulation they were sharing. Your breaths came in short pants, your chest heaving with every thrust. The vibrator was a cruel reminder of what you were denied, sending a minimal amount of pleasure through your body, not enough to satisfy the ravenous hunger you felt.

Emily's eyes met yours, and she smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing to you. She pushed back into Spencer with every stroke, her ass bouncing slightly with every impact. You couldn't help but stare at the mesmerizing sight of his cock sliding in and out of her.

Then, Spencer tapped one of Emily's arms. She lifted it without a second thought, her hand reaching back. You watched as he grabbed hold of her arm by the elbow, pulling her torso taught. Her other arm moved back for him to hold.

Now, with her body arched back, Emily's breasts thrust out even more, the flesh bouncing with every hard thrust Spencer delivered from behind. It was a delicious sight, one that had you desperately wishing you could touch, suck, or bite them.

Spencer took full advantage of the new angle. He pushed into her deeper, his hips slamming against hers, each thrust harder and more demanding than the last. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by their grunts and gasps of pleasure. The bed rocked under them, and you felt every movement resonate through the mattress beneath you.

The sight of Emily's body, stretched taut with pleasure, and Spencer's cock disappearing into her over and over was maddening. You were so close to them, but the cruel leather cuffs held you in place. Your fingers curled into fists, desperate to reach out and touch.

The vibrator on the lowest setting continued to tease your clit, the barest of sensations taunting you. It was a torment you hadn't anticipated, but one that somehow heightened the scene playing out before you. You could feel your juices drenching the fabric of your underwear, your thighs quivering with need.

Emily looked over her shoulder at you, her eyes hooded with lust. "You like watching, don't you?" she purred. "You like watching Spencer claim me, filling me up with his thick, hard cock?"

Spencer groaned, his hands tightening around Emily's arms. "Tell us how much you want it," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Tell us how much you want to be filled up too."

"I want your tight, little pussy to take everything we have to give." Emily licked her lips, the words coming out as a purr.

"Mmhmm," Spencer nodded in agreement, his strokes becoming more fervent. "Imagine it, Emily, her begging for us to fill her up."

Emily's eyes glazed over with lust as she pictured you beneath them, begging for their touch. "Tell me, darling," she started. "How does it feel watching us? Do you wish it was you, taking his cock?"

You swallowed hard, the vibrator still buzzing against you. "Yes," you finally managed to yell out. "I want that. I want you both."

Emily's smirk grew wider as she watched your reaction. She began to rock back into Spencer's thrusts, her pace increasing. The vibrator was now a constant, maddening pulse against your clit, your body begging for more.

"Spencer," she began. "I think our little audience is suffering enough. Time to turn up the vibrations, don't you think?" Without missing a beat, Spencer carefully released her arms.

Spencer's hand moved to the vibrator, his thumb finding the control. The hum grew louder, the vibrations stronger, and your eyes rolled back in your head at the sudden increase in sensation. You felt your body respond immediately, your hips bucking up into the air, desperate for relief.

Emily watched you with a gleam in her eye. "Good things come to those who wait, darling."

Spencer reached down and flicked the vibrator to a higher setting, making you gasp. The vibrations grew more intense, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. The ache grew stronger, the anticipation unbearable. You watched as Spencer took hold of Emily's arms once again. He began fucking her with an intensity that was almost violent.

Emily's moans grew louder, her eyes squeezing shut with pleasure as Spencer's cock pounded into her with a ferocity that had her seeing stars. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure growing with every thrust, her walls tightening around him. Her breaths grew ragged, her body trembling as she approached the precipice.

Suddenly, she was there. She threw her head back and screamed, her body convulsing with the intensity of it all. You watched, the vibrator on your clit now building up the same pleasure in you, as Emily's climax painted a vivid picture of pure ecstasy on her face.

Spencer's grip on her arms tightened as he thrust into her, the wet sounds of her pussy clenching around him filling the room. You could feel your own orgasm approaching, the vibrations from the toy growing stronger and more insistent with every second.

But it was the sight of Emily's wetness, her juices sliding down her thighs and onto the bed, that finally pushed you over the edge. You couldn't help but let out a moan that was louder than you had intended, your voice echoing off the walls.

With a final, harsh slam into Emily, he came, his cock pulsing deep inside her. Emily's body clenched around him, her orgasm being drawn out. The vibrator was almost too much now, the intense pleasure making your body convulse uncontrollably.

Spencer pulled out with a wet sound, and you watched in a daze as his cum began to dribble out of her, running down her thighs in thick, white lines. The sight was obscenely erotic, making your stomach clench with a mix of arousal and envy.

Emily's body was still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her breaths coming in pants as she collapsed onto the bed beside you. But Spencer wasn't done yet. With a predatory look in his eyes, he moved up the bed.

He reached down and untied the vibrator from your thigh, the sudden loss of sensation making you whine. Then, with a swift move, he tugged your panties down, the fabric tearing away from your body as he yanked them off.

Spencer didn't waste any time. His fingers found their way to Emily's cum-soaked folds, and with a wicked smile, he scooped up a generous amount of his own release. You watched, eyes wide, as he brought those same fingers to your own drenched pussy.

Without a second thought, he pushed them inside you, the sudden intrusion making you gasp. The feeling of his fingers, still slick with his cum and her juices, was intense. He didn't hold back, fucking you with a fervour that had your legs spreading wider of their own accord.

The vibrations from the toy had been a tease, a gentle caress compared to the reality of his touch. His fingers moved in and out of you with ease, the wetness from his and Emily's combined releases coating him, allowing him to slide in deep. Each stroke was punctuated with a wet, lewd sound that seemed to echo in the room.

You bucked your hips up, trying to meet him, desperate for the fullness you'd been denied. Spencer took his time, watching the expressions that played out on your face with a smug smile. Your body thrashed against the cuffs, your breasts jiggling with the force of your movements.

Emily took that moment to recover, her breathing evening out as she climbed up the bed towards you. Her hand reached out and cupped one of your breasts, her thumb flicking over your hardened nipple.

With a devilish smile, she leaned down, her hot breath fanning over your skin. You felt her mouth close around the tender flesh, her tongue swirling around the sensitive nub before she took it between her teeth and gave it a gentle tug. You arched your back, a moan escaping your lips, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

Her mouth moved down to the valley between your breasts, her tongue tracing a wet path that made you shiver. Each nip, each lick was a brand, marking you as theirs for the night.

You were a quivering mess, moaning unintelligibly as Emily's teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of your neck. Spencer's fingers continued their relentless assault on your pussy, his thumb circling your clit, sending electric jolts through your body.

The orgasm that crashed over you was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was as if your entire body was a live wire, sparks flying everywhere as your muscles clenched and released in wave after wave of pleasure.

You threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut, as the intensity of your climax took over. Your hips bucked uncontrollably, meeting Spencer's thrusting hand with each stroke. The feeling was overwhelming, the mix of his touch and Emily's teeth on your neck too much.

As the last spasms of pleasure rocked through you, Spencer didn't let up. He knew you could take more, that you needed more. His free hand moved to your lower stomach, pressing down gently. His fingers in your pussy never stopped, now targeting your G-spot with a precision that left you panting.

The pressure grew, building a crescendo of pleasure that started in your belly and radiated outwards. It was unlike anything you'd felt before, a coiling tension that grew and grew until you felt like you were going to burst. You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, a sign of the release that was coming.

Spencer's eyes never left yours as he worked you over, his thumb pressing down on your clit with just the right amount of force. Emily's teeth grazed your neck, her hand moving to your throat to gently squeeze. You felt yourself getting closer, the need to let go growing stronger with each passing second.

He pressed down on your lower abdomen a little more, your muscles tightened around his fingers as he curled them against your G-spot. Emily's mouth moved up to your ear, her voice a hot whisper against your skin. "You're going to squirt for us, aren't you?" she asked, her breathing heavy with excitement.

You nodded, unable to form words. Your orgasm was approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and all-consuming. Spencer's thumb flicked over your clit faster, his fingers pumping into you with a steadfast rhythm that had your body shaking.

Emily leaned closer, her breath hot against your neck. "Say it," she murmured. "Tell us you're going to come for us."

You gritted your teeth, the need to scream their names overpowering you. "I'm going to… come," you managed, the words barely leaving your mouth.

Emily's smirk grew into a full-blown grin. "That's our good little slut," she murmured, her teeth grazing your earlobe.

With a final, punishing push, you felt it. The orgasm hit you like a tsunami, your pussy fluttering around Spencer's fingers as you squirted, your juices soaking the bed beneath you.

When you finally opened your eyes, you could see Spencer licking his fingers clean. The sight of him tasting you, savouring the evidence of your pleasure, sent a fresh wave of arousal through you.

Emily was watching you intently, a look of concern and care in her eyes. She reached out and stroked your cheek. "Are you okay, love?" she asked. "Do you want to keep going?"

You nodded, the word "yes" slipping past your lips. You were still reeling from the intensity of your last orgasm, but the thought of stopping now was unbearable. You needed more.

Emily leaned in, her breath hot against your skin. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction. Then, she turned to Spencer with a wicked smile. "Help me adjust her," she said, removing the pillows propping you up. "I want to sit on her face."

He took hold of your ankles, his grip firm but gentle, and began to pull you down the bed. You felt the leather cuffs pull your arms taught as you slid along the sheets, the fabric gliding against your sensitive skin.

You watched as Emily positioned herself over you, her pussy glistening with her cum. Her legs straddled your head, and she lowered herself down, the heat of her sex enveloping your face. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and you eagerly opened your mouth, ready to taste her.

Spencer knelled closer, his own cock now fully hard again. He took your legs and wrapped them around his waist, his hands holding you in place as he aligned himself with your eager entrance. The head of his cock brushed against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

As you began eating Emily out her hand found the back of Spencer's neck, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss.

The first few inches of Spencer's cock slid into you with ease, the lubrication from your previous orgasm allowing for a smooth entry. But as he pushed in further, you felt a slight burn, a delicious stretch that had you panting into Emily's pussy.

As Spencer started a slow rhythm, you began lapping at Emily's pussy with a fervour. Your tongue swirled around her clit, flicking and licking, tasting the saltiness of cum on your lips. Her moans grew louder, her hips moving in time with Spencer's thrusts as she ground herself against your face.

You loved every second of being at their mercy, the feeling of being used for their pleasure. It was intoxicating. You were no longer just an observer, but an integral part of their passionate dance.

With Spencer's cock now fully seated within you, he upped the speed, his hips ramming into yours with a ferocity that had you seeing stars. Each thrust sent your body rocking into the mattress, the leather cuffs creaking with every movement.

Spencer's hand came down, his fingers finding your swollen clit. He tapped it lightly at first, the sensation making you moan against Emily's pussy. The sound of your muffled cries only seemed to spur him on, his rhythm growing more erratic.

Emily's moans grew louder, her body rocking against yours in time with Spencer's thrusts. She leaned forward, her breasts jiggling, and you felt her nails dig into the skin of your torso as she held on tighter. Each tap from Spencer sent a shock of pleasure through you, making your own tongue move faster, more insistently against her clit.

The scene unfolded before you like a living, breathing painting of eroticism. The soft curves of Emily's body, the sharp lines of Spencer's physique, the leather of the cuffs that kept you bound to the bed—everything was a masterpiece of desire and want. Your senses were on overload, the taste of her, the smell of them both, the feel of Spencer's cock stretching you, the sound of skin slapping together.

All thoughts of work, of the outside world, of anything but the raw, primal need to come, had been driven from your mind. You were a creature of pure instinct now, a being of sensation and craving. Your entire existence was focused on the wet, warm heat of Emily's pussy on your face, and the thick, hard cock inside you, claiming you as their own.

Spencer leaned forward, his cock still pistoning in and out of your soaking wet pussy. His mouth found Emily's breasts, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh. His tongue circled her nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks that begged for more. You felt the vibration of her moans run through her body, her hips grinding down onto your face as she threw her head back in pleasure.

The three of you were a tangled mess of limbs and desire, each movement bringing you closer to the edge of release. Spencer's strokes grew more frantic, his breathing hitching as he felt his own climax approaching. Emily's thighs tightened around your head, her moans growing louder, more demanding. You knew she was close, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Spencer's fingers found your clit once again, stroking it with a masterful touch that had you arching your back. Each pass over the sensitive bundle of nerves sent electricity through your body, making your toes curl. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your pussy clenching around his cock with each movement.

"You're so beautiful, Em," he murmured, his voice strained with his own growing need. "Riding her face like that, taking her mouth like it's yours. And look at her pussy, so slick and ready to be bred."

Emily moaned at his words, her hips bucking harder against your face. You felt her pussy juices leak onto your face. The thought of Spencer's cum filling you up, the idea of being bred by him, sent a fresh surge of arousal through you.

Suddenly, Emily's body tightened. With a scream, she came, her orgasm flooding your mouth. You swallowed greedily, the taste of her release mingling with the lingering flavour of Spencer's cum.

Her legs trembled as she lifted herself off your face. She rolled to the side, gasping for air, leaving Spencer's cock buried deep within you. "Keep going," she panted. "Don't stop until she's screaming."

With renewed vigour, Spencer pounded into you, his hips a blur as he chased his own orgasm. Emily leaned back into the pillows, watching you both with hooded eyes. "That's right," she began. "Take his cock like a good little slut. You love being filled up, don't you?"

You could only whine out in response, the word "yes" lost to the sounds of pleasure that had overtaken you. Spencer's strokes grew even more demanding, the sound of your wetness adding to the obscene sounds you were making.

Emily's voice grew more commanding. "Spencer, breed her," she said, her hand moving to her own clit, her fingers working it in slow, deliberate circles. "Fuck her full of your cum."

Spencer's eyes darkened, the intensity of his thrusts increasing. The idea of claiming you in such a primal way had him on edge, his body responding with an instinctual need to fill you with his seed.

You felt it, the pressure building up, your body begging for release. Emily's words had tipped you over, the dirty talk echoing in your ears. "I want it," you moaned. "I want you to breed me."

Spencer's strokes grew more erratic, his body taut with his own impending climax. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you felt your orgasm coil, ready to explode. Then, it hit you. Your body thrashed against the bed, the leather cuffs holding strong.

The feeling of Spencer's warm cum flooding your pussy was exquisite, making your own orgasm drag out, as if you were floating in a sea of pleasure. Each pulse of his release sent waves of ecstasy rippling through your core.

After a beat, Emily began to unbuckle the leather cuffs that had held you so tightly. You felt the leather loosen around your wrists, the sudden freedom making your skin tingle with sensation. She took care not to jostle your arms too much, knowing the blood flow would rush back with a sting.

As you lay there, panting and trembling with the aftermath of your orgasms, she gently began to massage your wrists. Her touch was feather-light at first, the pads of her thumbs moving in slow circles over your pulse points. It was a tender, loving gesture that seemed out of place in comparison to such intense passion.

Spencer remained still, his cock still buried in you to the hilt, his cum a warm presence inside your body. His eyes focused on yours, the connection between the two of you palpable. You could see the love and lust in his gaze, the possessive way he held onto your legs as if afraid to let you go.

Emily's gentle touch grew stronger as she massaged your wrists, her thumbs working out the kinks that had formed from being bound. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice soothing after the storm of passion. "You did so well for us."

Spencer's eyes never left yours, his expression one of pure adoration as he watched you come down from the high. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against yours, and kissed you. "You're incredible," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

As his cock began to soften, he carefully pulled out of your sensitive pussy. You felt a strange sense of emptiness, a void that his presence had filled. The wet sound of his withdrawal seemed to clash against the quiet of the room, the only noise now the sound of your heavy breathing.

Emily sat you up with surprising ease, her strong arms wrapping around your back, supporting you as your legs swung over the side of the bed. You felt boneless, your muscles having turned to jelly under the onslaught of pleasure. She kissed you gently, her lips tasting sweet.

"Let's get you cleaned up," she murmured, her eyes filled with affection. Spencer had already moved to the en suite, the sound of the shower being turned on filling the space.

With Emily's help, you managed to stand, your legs shaky from the intense experience. She led you to the bathroom, her hand firm but gentle as she guided you into the steamy embrace of the shower. The warm water hit your skin, and you sighed in relief, the heat soothing the ache that remained from your bound position.

Spencer had already stepped in, the water cascading over his body as he watched you approach. His eyes were still filled with the same hunger and love that had fuelled his earlier actions, but now they held a gentle concern.

Emily helped you step into the shower, the warm water washing over your body. You felt the last vestiges of your bound state slip away as the steam enveloped you. The water hit your skin with a gentle patter, the heat soothing the ache of your muscles.

Spencer's hands were on you immediately, his gentle touch as he helped cleanse your body. He took his time, using a soft cloth to wipe away the sweat and cum that coated your skin. The intimate act speaking volumes about the connection that had grown between the three of you.

Emily took a step back, watching the two of you with a satisfied smile. She leaned against the shower wall, her body still flushed from her own climax. She looked like a goddess, her hair sticking to her skin in wet strands as the water ran down her body.

Spencer turned you to face the spray, his hands moving over your body with the tenderness of a sculptor sculpting a masterpiece. The water washed away the physical remnants of your passion, but the emotional intensity remained.

Emily stepped closer, her own hands reaching out to join Spencer's in their gentle ministrations. She began to clean herself as well, her hands gliding over her own skin as if to mirror the care they were giving you. The three of you stood under the water, basking in the warmth.

When she finished, she took over supporting you, her arms sliding around your waist as Spencer stepped back. He took the cloth from her and began to clean himself, his movements methodical and precise.

With a gentle nudge, Emily guided you out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body and helping to steady your legs. Spencer, ever the considerate lover, took over, tenderly patting you dry with a soft, fluffy towel. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he was afraid you might break.

Once you were clean, Emily stepped in, her eyes lingering on the marks on your skin from the cuffs. She leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on each red line before guiding you back to the bedroom. The sight of the freshly made bed, with crisp sheets and plush pillows was a welcoming sight to your exhausted body.

With a gentle touch, Spencer helped you to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands on your shoulders to steady you. Emily climbed in first, her body a vision of satiation. She lay back against the pillows, her arms open in invitation. Spencer following, his body warm and firm as he slid in behind you, his chest pressing against your back.

He pulled the blankets up, cocooning the three of you together. Emily's hand reached for yours, her thumb brushing over your knuckles in a reassuring gesture. Spencer's arm draped over your stomach, his hand resting protectively over you. The warmth of their bodies enveloped you, chasing away any lingering chill.

As the adrenaline from your earlier passion began to ebb, exhaustion claimed you. You drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the steady beat of their hearts and the warmth of their embraces. The soft whispers of their conversation lulled you into a peaceful slumber. You felt safe, nestled between them, their arms and legs entwined with yours. The love that emanated from Spencer and Emily was a warm blanket that wrapped around you, chasing away any lingering fears or worries. You were theirs, and they were yours.

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𓏲 𓂃 L o s i n g Y o u

Part:𝟷𝟹

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Summary: Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: +18! (MINORS DNI), mutual masturbation, dirty talk, language, suspense

Word Count: 4791

A/N: English is not my first language.

* This story is inspired by the song "Losing You" by Dream Evil.

Your heart raced at the thought of touching yourself at almost 1:00 AM when Ben was still awake in his bed. The sound of the video he was watching, which covered the most recent events in America, made it clear.

Even though you were a little anxious, you were quite serious when you told him you didn't feel ashamed or anything about touching yourself, whether he listened or not. In all honesty, you weren't entirely sure if you were feeling excited or anxious at the time. However, the second option would be preferable to the first for a variety of reasons.

You forced yourself not to chuckle when Ben began to curse and make brief comments about every news report and anything the interviewer mentioned. Sometimes his sensitive temper was almost amusing. 

He stopped watching the news, and you heard him taking off his sweatpants and shirt. It was evident to you that he disliked sleeping in too many clothes. Given his sudden and drastic shift in body temperature, it must now be even more unsettling. 

You had so many issues going through your thoughts that you weren't able to concentrate on his muscles or anything else when you were working out together. Even though you detested having feelings like this, you couldn't resist a desire for him because of how much thicker and stronger he was than before. You wanted to reassure yourself that it was nothing more than a bodily issue. You had not touched yourself in a long time, after all, and Ben was practically stroking himself loudly every day as if he wanted you to hear him jacking off.

Asshole.

You decided that the best way to let Ben know you weren't shy around him was when he started taking a midnight shower. As you widened your bare legs out on the bed, your heart began to race frantically as you felt the overwhelming urge deep down in your body. Then your hand began to gently stroke your clit through your underwear. Even though you were aware that you were completely dry, you hoped that the anxiety would pass quickly.

You slowly began to touch yourself and made an effort to block out everything in your mind, even for a brief period of time. It didn't matter that you knew your body and mind needed a picture to make you feel hot and excited; all you cared about was getting pleasure as soon as you could without thinking anything at all. But you were really dry, which really irritated you, and it was embarrassing. It seemed as though you had forgotten how to make your body feel good.

Your pride was pressing into your chest, even though you knew it would be simpler just to think about what your body most craved. You slid your fingers through your panties, lowered your nightgown, squeezed your breasts, and touched your clit some more. 

Ben's super-hearing picked up on you the instant you started touching yourself, and he briefly shut off the water so he could concentrate on your heartbeats. His half-hard cock throbbed with excitement as he knew you were finally rubbing yourself and that he was listening to everything. His lips twisted at this realization. 

He wanted to say anything—to talk to you, to help you come hard for him—but he swiftly shut his mouth out of fear that you would decide to back out. It was already apparent that you were uncomfortable with being touched since you had your own reasons. The way you looked at him told him that your body was yearning for him like hell. 

Even though the majority of what he wanted to tell you at that moment was dirty as fuck, he was able to stop being a jerk for that particular moment. 

You tried everything, but you were unable to find pleasure, which in turn made you enraged. When you tried to stick one of your fingers inside of you, you moaned in agony, but since you weren't even slightly wet, the motion caused your eyes to well up with tears, so you stopped feeling ashamed. Knowing that Ben was listening to you made you want to cover your head immediately because it was so awkward. 

You knew you dug your own grave when you said you would touch yourself as he listened, even though you knew it was your mistake in the first place—your need to demonstrate to him how courageous you were with your body and everything. You didn't have to do it in the first place. Embarrassed, you closed your eyes and wished Ben hadn't sensed you at all. 

When Ben heard your abrupt, painful moaning and slowing heartbeat, he frowned. He would have known if you were finished, so he realized something wasn't right at that precise moment. 

Ben softly inquired, “What's wrong?” not sure how to handle this and hoped you would be at least open to a chat. 

You wanted to turn your back, turn him off, and go to sleep, but you just couldn't. You needed to relax just as much as your body did, but you were completely unprepared for what was happening. When your sorrow and resentment toward Ben lingered deep inside and you refused to think about him at all while touching yourself, everything became extremely difficult and complicated. 

No one existed before him, and no one existed after him. Therefore, when you didn't think about him, neither your body nor you knew how to handle yourself. In the past, everything revolved around him; today, nothing does. 

Saying, “I can't do it,” you forced yourself to stop crying and avoid looking silly. 

Ben attempted to be careful with his remarks so as not to hurt your feelings or make you feel ashamed. He shut off the water entirely. “Are you nervous?” 

You just said, “No,” pulling up your nightgown as your blushes turned red with shame. Thank goodness he didn't see you at that moment. 

“What happened then?” Ben asked in a tone so low that it nearly made your heart melt. 

You inhaled deeply and let your gaze linger in the pitch-black space for a while. When at last you stated, “It feels dry,” Perhaps you simply needed to organize your life and get rid of everything that was stressing you out, and now wasn't the right time. 

“You can't get wet there?” Ben inquired, a little confused because he knew there would never be an issue with you about this. In the past, he didn't even have to attempt to get you wet and ready for him; it always took just a few seconds. Ben was thus surprised that this was the first time such an issue had emerged. 

But, of course, you were together before he ruined everything in the past. Ben reasoned that your emotional imbalance must have been at the root of the situation. Knowing that he was the real cause and that you were probably completely unaware of it made his heart ache. 

Without saying anything, you gave him your approval with a murmur. 

Ben abruptly said, “Let me help you,” in a serious tone. He knew it wouldn't be that difficult if you would just allow him. 

You blushed and mumbled, “Don't you come in here,” fearing that Ben was already making other plans. 

Without holding back smiles, he added, “I wasn't,” immediately. “I will be staying here, and you will be there.”

Ben's lips twitched in excitement as he heard your heartbeat slightly quicken again, and you stayed silent, showing that this time you didn't reject him immediately. "Just let me," he urged, attempting to talk sense into you while his breathing intensified in anticipation of helping you. 

You said, in a murmur, “Okay,” not wanting to consider whether this was the worst idea. All you needed was to escape the weighty sensation in your chest and the issues that were already controlling your existence at that moment. 

It was hard for Ben not to go out from bathroom and get into your room already, make you feel good as you deserved, but he was well aware of your permission was enough for now. "I'll fix this, I promise," he said with determination. He meant it, and it was about everything and anything when he said it.

Ben gave a tough-voiced command, “Spread your legs,” as he impatiently awaited whatever was going to happen. When his voice effortlessly overpowered you, he was aware of how much your body enjoyed it. 

You followed his instructions, not caring that his words made your heart race. Knowing how much your body enjoyed it was frustrating. 

Ben said, “Touch yourself. Slowly.”

Gently placing your palm over your clit, you began to massage it once more, this time paying attention to Ben's words and breathing as though you were in the same room, in the in the same place, at that moment. 

Ben gave another command: “Don't rush; do it slowly.” You were rushing without even realizing it. “Be nice and gentle to that sweet pussy.” 

His voice was rough as he said, “Lower your gown.” He couldn't decide who was more excited at that precise moment. “Reveal your gorgeous breasts. Your beautiful nipples have probably hardened by now.” 

Your body trembled as you squeezed one of your nipples between your fingers as per his directions. Your breathing was heavy and noticeable, but you forced your lips together and restrained yourself from moaning. 

“Are you touching your nipples right now?” Ben said, ignoring the fact that his own shaft was already hard and aching for attention. “I know you like it when I play with your nipples.”

You tried to mutter ‘yes,’ but it was hardly audible. You closed your eyes and gave a tight squeeze to one of your tits while quivering as you breathed deeply. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. His veins were evident, and his fully hardened cock was throbbing. “I miss sucking those nipples so much, especially when I'm fucking you.”

You gulped as your walls clamped around nothingness, and you could feel yourself growing wetter quicker this time. Your body was undoubtedly thrilled; even though your reaction to his words and to him didn't make your mind happy, it surely did your body and down there. 

Ben said, “Tell me if you're wet.” He grabbed himself in hand, unable to contain the massive erection between his legs any longer. “Check your sweet cunt and tell me.”

You mumbled, “I am,” shaking with pleasure and excitement as he continued speaking in the same way. “I am..wet.” 

“Fuck, baby. I'm sure you are. I know that this little tight pussy is pretty wet at the moment,” Ben grewled and began to pump himself. He touched the wall with his other hand. “Put one of your fingers inside.” 

You could tell Ben was stroking himself because of the sloppy noises he was making. He wasn't even trying to keep it quiet; his movements were becoming rougher and louder by the second. 

You were surprised when one of your fingers easily slid inside your pussy since you felt extremely wet at the exact moment. Your lips are parted with both pleasure and disbelief. You were unable to control your moaning after Ben told you to gently touch yourself while he was stroking himself. You spread your legs a bit more, moaned aloud, and arched your back. 

He growled, “Fuck, fuck,” and began to pump his shaft even more forcefully. He was about to go crazy hearing your lovely whimpers. He moaned and balled his fist around the wall, saying, “Keep fucking yourself with your fingers; fuck this little hole for me. I want to fuck your little cunt so badly right now. Just as you need it, I would give you a really deep and rough fuck and fill you up with my cock. Keep going; I know you're almost there.”

You just kept rubbing yourself as he instructed and panting while Ben spoke in such a way. You knew you were getting close when your walls began to clench, even though you weren't aware that his words or the way he stroked himself in between growls were pushing you over the edge at this point. Your body and mind were yearning to utter his name, but you suppressed the need to scream his name. 

“Gonna suck that swollen pussy so good, make you come in my mouth.”

Your moans became uncontrollably louder as Ben's curses mixed with the sound of him beating himself rather aggressively. Ben's only desire at that moment was to enter your room and give your pussy a single thrust with his cock. He was aware that you would take him so quickly and easily at that point. He was going insane from your moans and the small sound of your sickness between your fingers. 

Ben let out a very loud growl, “Come to me,” as he was no longer able to control it. His palm tightened around his cock, and his strokes became more intense. “Let me fucking come inside you.”

Your mind was immediately filled with memories of the last time he had filled you up, and as soon as he finished speaking, you felt your walls tighten around your finger as your heart raced, leaving you gasping for air.

Ben could no longer hold himself when he heard your heartbeat and moans during the orgasm. He pumped his reddened cock ferociously and began to spill into his hand in the bathroom, his other fisted hand suddenly pressing against the wall and creating a hole, all the while listening to your little moans.

When the effects of your orgasm faded and you removed your wet finger from your pussy, your eyes widened in shock at what had just transpired. Your legs were still shaking. Ben continued to come into his hand and curse.

As you lay in bed, exhausted and still struggling to breathe, your hearts were racing in sync.

Slowly coming to your senses, you hastily straightened your nightgown as your cheeks flushed. 

“You okay?” Ben asked in between gasps.

You shifted in bed and closed your eyes tightly, muttering, “Yes,” trying to fall asleep as quickly as possible. 

Ben understood he shouldn't be too forceful with you right now and to give you some space because he realized it was an important development for you and didn't want to make you feel bad about anything. Even though it hurt to end things this way and let silence fester between you, he continued taking a shower and listened to you drift off to sleep without saying anything. 

Ben got up early to prepare for his road trip with Butcher and suited up while he listened to your steady breathing as you slept peacefully. The door was open, so as he approached your room, he caught a glimpse of your sleeping body on the bed. 

As Ben drew nearer to your bed, he could see that you were sleeping face down with one knee bent toward your stomach, exposing your ass. You, too, had your tits practically on full display. If everything was fine and you just let him fuck you deep and rough every morning and let him awaken you in such a way, that would be perfect. 

His cock throbbed beneath his suit, and he gingerly grasped the thin blanket and placed it over your body to cover you. Before he got suited up, he should have beaten his meat again. 

You whimpered in disapproval as you moved the cover away from your body, feeling the burning heat. You realized as your sleep started to fade that Ben had covered your body with a blanket, even though it was actually burning both inside and out. 

“Ben, it's summertime.” You whispered, “What the hell?” as you moved the blanket away from your body after you took it from between his hands. 

“Your door was left open.” He mumbled, “Someone might have seen you,” and he carefully settled into the edge of your bed. 

He found it irritating that you slept in such a seductive nightgown when other men were present, and he was going to be leaving you with one of them. Instead of forcing you to stay in the house, he should have fought Butcher to make you come with them. 

“Already have,” you said, hoping for ease of sleep once more. But Ben was determined to keep you up. 

Ben gazed at your ass, between your legs, and on your back before saying, “I'm about to leave,” and he cleared his throat. “Pick up your phone when I give you a call.”

You gasped, “Leave me alone,” as he continued talking while you were attempting to get some morning sleep. 

“You seem really grumpy this morning. Aren't you?” He chuckled as you continued to moan irritably. “Don't leave the house until I'm back, and never trust that stupid human.”

He wouldn't let you sleep in peace, so his talking caused your eyes to open slightly. You growled, “For fucks sake, Ben,” frustrated that he wouldn't even let you get a decent night's sleep. “Sun didn't even rise, and you're already annoying.”

“Sweetheart, I'm just telling you I'll be here as soon as possible. Why did you suddenly become angry?” 

“I don't care,” you replied as you shut your eyes once again and moved around the bed a little to get into a more comfortable position. “You do whatever you want to do. Go to Herogasm and spend the day and night there. I really don't care, Ben.”

When you told Ben you didn't give a damn about what he would be doing in Herogasm, he grimaced. Since you detested that particular region so much, he realized right away that this subject would be a pain in his ass. 

“I've already made it clear that I have no interest. We won't be even staying there for a day.”

You muttered, hoping to get a little more sleep. “So you would be interested if you just stayed longer,” you said. 

Ben stated firmly, “That's not really what I meant. You're just twisting words.”

You asked, “Are you happy you just ruined my sleep?” as you turned to face him, inhaled deeply, opened your eyes, and shifted on the bed. 

He whispered, “Of course,” peering at your tits without even blinking. “..not.”

Your heart tightened at the way Ben's suit encased his broad arms as he slowly cleared his throat and stood up. 

“By the way,” he remarked as he headed to the wardrobe. After putting a lot of clothes away for a while, he turned to face you and smiled a little. “I thought you would want this back.”

You quietly murmured, “Where did you even find this?” as you stood up from the bed and approached him after realizing that he was holding your own outfit. You were so taken aback that you couldn't find words to express how you felt at that moment.

The pride filled his chest, and he couldn't contain his small smile when he saw how astonished you were when you took your suit and looked it over. “I visited Legend the day I had some free time and took both of our suits. Since it was smelling so awful, I threatened to kill him there until he cleaned it up.”

You smiled slightly at him, your hands still lingering on your suit, reminding you of things you really wanted to hide under the rug. 

“I am aware that before all of this, you had left Vought. I also don't want you to get into any fights. But whatever happens, it's yours,” he stated, seeing your wandering thoughts. 

With sincerity, you murmured, “Thank you, Ben,” and noticed him nodding and letting out a sigh of relief. 

“Fine, I need to go right now.”

Though you couldn't read his expressions, he was staring at you as if he wanted to say or do something. You said, “Ben, be careful there,” and used one of your hands to touch the thick, hard chest plate to indicate to him what you meant before he moved to exit the room. “Don't mess things up.”

He winked at you and answered, “Sure,” walking out of the room.

Ben, Butcher, and Hughie had left the house hours ago, and you had done nothing but watch the news together as you usually did and watch Kimiko and Frenchie till it became night. You never asked Kimiko personal questions so as not to put her in discomfort; instead, she spoke with hand gestures and occasionally by utilizing her phone. You just believed that she was the most sincere team member. You just felt this way. It might be beneficial for you to do training at some point, and it might even help you form a friendship. 

You were a little irritated with Ben for breaking his word and not making more than one call, even if you didn't really care what he was doing at the time. You had interrupted him when he was telling you that they were about to arrive at Herogasm. He last spoke with you hours ago, and he hasn't called you since. You asked Frenchie to check your phone to see if there was something wrong because you weren't receiving any more calls so as not to raise suspicions or anything, but he assured you everything was great. Stupid Jackass didn't even bother to call.

Frenchie talked to Kimiko about a supe you just heard on TV. At that point, your mind was preoccupied with various thoughts, and you were unable to concentrate on what they were talking about. 

“Kimiko, you have to be careful this time,” Frenchie added. “It's important. You simply place the bugs and depart from the residence where A-Train frequently travels. Maybe we can learn something about Maeve and Noir this time.”

As she took the bugs from his palms, Kimiko grinned and gave him the thumbs up. 

Frenchie added, “You have to come with us too,” in a hesitant and shy tone. 

“Why?” you asked, continuing to glance at your phone before putting it in your pocket out of annoyance at your own mindset. 

“Well, it's best if we all stick together, and we might need some help there. You know, I don't want to fight with Butcher and your friend.”

Kimiko gave him her rapid nod of approval, and you answered, “All right. Well, it would be better if I simply walked outside. I'm so bored hiding like a rat. It's like it's written in my destiny book.”

Upon Hughie's arrival at the location with Butcher, Ben ordered Hughie to “go there and bring TNT Twins right here.” Ben decided that it would be better to force Hughie to bring the Twins without really going inside, since Hughie had previously informed him about his abilities when he and Butcher had injected Temp-V once more. First of all, he would refrain from going there as you would prefer, and secondly, there would be no risk of him blowing up unexpectedly and creating another issue. 

Hughie sighed and nodded at him, saying, “All right, all right. However, if I don't return after ten or fifteen minutes, something is most likely wrong.” 

“Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?” As Butcher noticed Hughie growing uneasy, he suggested. 

“No need,” Hughie said, placing his hands on his hips and inhaling deeply. 

Ben stated in a harsh voice, “Something better not be wrong,” and turned to walk in a different way to make a phone call after he pointed a finger right to Hughie's face.

When Kimiko was repeatedly told what to do by Frenchie, as though he were speaking to a kid, Kimiko became irate and gave him a little shove, making a sound that made it obvious how irritated she was. Then you all stayed in Frenchie's van as they quickly conversed through gestures. As you watched everyone strolling down the street, you sighed, your heart clenched, longing to do so many things that you had no idea about what. 

Your phone rang, so you answered it and waited for Ben to speak. 

“I was unable to call you as I had slept too much in the car. Where are you?” Ben asked, hearing the sounds of the crowd around you in a stiff voice. 

“Why do you care?” you murmered as you watched Kimiko and Frenchie discuss. “Frenchie and Kimiko will be watching some guy. We are waiting for his van,” you said, not wanting to start an argument.

“You should have stayed in the house,” he said firmly. Ben didn't want to sound rough or anything, but considering the situation, he couldn't help but be concerned. “Is it because that fucker didn't leave you alone?”

“Stop that, Ben,” you said, getting angry at him as though he were talking to a little girl. “Even if something happens, I'm still a supe and I can guarantee you that I can protect myself better than anyone.”

He spoke up a little. “I'm not saying that you can't protect yourself,” but it was obvious he was attempting to sound calm and controlled. 

Ben told Butcher to shut up between curses when Butcher said, “We need to go inside,” as you heard. 

You scowled in perplexity as you said, “It seems you're needed there.” Your gaze locked on a black figure in the shadows. 

“Let's avoid starting this over. I promise to get the task done quickly. Perhaps we can also locate Mindstorm. You know there are some serious priorities, and Herogasm definitely is not one of them,” Ben remarked, attempting to calm down and suppress his rage at Frenchie for preventing you from staying at home. 

Breathing deeply, you attempted to see the figure again and whispered, “Okay,” not wanting to complicate things because you knew that his newest powers would cause problems and you didn't want him to make a scene there. Since you didn't trust his anger management difficulties at all, it would actually be best if you were just there with him. 

“Good,” he replied, relieved that you no longer seemed agitated, angry, or uneasy in the slightest. “Be careful there; we'll see each other again soon. I have to go now, sweetie.”

You hung up the phone, blushing inexplicably, and replied in a low voice, “Okay,” while your fingers traced around one of the seats. 

After you ended the call, Kimiko and Frenchie were exploring the area as they discussed the strategy once more, and you kept your gaze focused on the shadowy figure whose mask-covered eyes were staring at you. He was examining the van, and you in particular, from across the street. 

You knew that black suit and the mask. He used to be your best friend once. 

Your heart started to race, which caused you to cautiously and without hesitation get out of the van while keeping your eyes fixed on him. You had no idea how he found you, how he saw you, or what his purpose was, but you were certain that you had too much to share. Maybe it would have been better if you had just told everyone, but it wasn't about them. For now, it was just between him and you. You were in desperate need of answers. 

You followed him fearlessly to the shadowy nook where he was waiting when he noticed that you were staring at him too. It was already crowded. 

“Earving?” You kept a distance to be cautious and whispered in a suspicious tone while you waited anxiously for an answer.

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Green Eyes, Freckles, and Your Smile

finnick odair x fem apprentice stylist!reader summary: After arriving at the Capitol for the 65th Hunger Games, Finnick meets his prep team and is intrigued by a certain apprentice.

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The minute Finnick stepped into the prep room, he knew he was going to hate it. Everything in the room was so bright, so shiny, so noisy, so extra, so were the people. To him they all looked like walking blobs of paint. One had extravagant gold lashes, another had neon blue hair.

They all fluttered around him, their high-pitched, excited, sickly sweet voices overlaping as they proded and examined his every feature.

"Such potential!” “Oh, those eyes!” “We’ll have to highlight that jawline!”

He wanted to react, he wanted to swat them away, but he knew he couldn't, so he sat still. But as he did, something caught his eyes. Or rather, someone.

He saw you standing near the racks of clothing, partially hidden behind the sparkling fabrics. You didn't look like the others. Your outfit was much simpler, a white dress with flowers embroidered on it that fell just above your knee and a simple pair of shoes, nothing like the bright neons and extravagent flourishes that the other stylists had. The only thing that he noticed that was "sparkly" about you was the gold dust on your eyelids and face.

He noticed how you stayed there, observing all the moment around you. He noticed how you held your sketchbook close to your chest like a shield.

And then he finally locked eyes with you.

As he looked at you, he realized that you looked like you were close to his age. And while he looked at you, he felt something. He thought it was just the nervousness in him, but it wasn't. This feeling was something different.

His attention and everyone else's was then pulled away when the head stylist clapped her hands together.

"Alright people, lets get to work!"

The chaotic buzz of voices surged again, and the brightly dressed team closed in on him like a swarm of bees. He resisted the urge to flinch as they tugged at his hair, tilted his chin this way and that, and debated loudly over his “look.”

“Should we go for a sea-green theme? Bring out those District 4 vibes?” “Hmm, no, gold! Gold to highlight those eyes!” “Oh, but his skin! We need to make it shimmer!”

Finnick swallowed his irritation and forced himself to sit still. He didn’t have the energy to care about what they’d do to him. It wasn’t like any of this would matter once he stepped into the Arena.

But then, just as he felt himself shutting down again, he caught a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye. You’d moved closer, still clutching your sketchbook, though now it was open in your hands. You weren’t speaking, just sketching furiously, brows knitted together in concentration.

And then the head stylist’s voice broke through again.

“Finnick, darling!” she trilled, waving her hand dramatically. “Let me introduce you to my apprentice. She’ll be assisting with your look.”

He turned his focus to you and saw the faint tension in your shoulders as you looked up from your sketchpad. Despite your obvious nerves, you stepped forward, your movements careful and deliberate.

You offered him a small, polite smile. “Hi, Finnick. I’m…I’m here to help however I can.”

Your voice was quieter than he expected. Softer. It lacked the Capitol’s usual syrupy sweet, sing-song quality, he knew you were different.

Later, when the others leave to gather fabrics, Finnick finds himself alone with you. The room feels quieter now, the absence of noise amplifying the tension he’s been holding in since his arrival.

You’re seated at a table, her head bent over as you draw in your sketchpad. He hesitates, unsure why he’s drawn to you but unable to resist the pull.

“So… you’re not like the others, huh?” he says as he takes a step towards you.

You look up, startled by his sudden presence.

“What do you mean?”

He leans against the edge of the table, crossing his arms.

“You’re not loud and shiny. You don’t talk to me like I’m some… product.”

“Maybe because I don’t think you are. You’re…a person. Not an object.”

He doesn’t know how to respond, so he just nods, his lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smile.

When everyone comes back, there's still a hint of...something in the air. But he still couldn't figure out what it was.

"Dearest, go find something so we can use to accessorize Finnick" the head stylists says to you as she takes some of Finnick's measurements.

You nod and Finnick watches as you look through a large display of extravagent jewlery.

A few minutes later, as the stylists continue arguing over colors, he watches as you approach him, holding a delicate necklace with a small ocean-blue pendant.

“This one,” you say softly, your voice barely cutting through all the chatter. You hold it up for him to see. “It suits you.”

Finnick shrugs, offering a crooked grin to mask the nervous flutter in his chest. “If you say so.”

You step a little closer, your hands steady but hesitant, "I’ll put it on for you- just, uh, tilt your head down a little?”

Finnick obliges, ducking his head slightly so you can reach. He feels you move closer, the faint scent of something floral surrounding you, soft and sweet.

As you loop the necklace around his neck, your fingers brush against the back of his skin. It’s such a light touch, almost nothing, but Finnick feels it like a jolt of static electricity. He swallows hard, trying not to react, but his cheeks warm anyway.

You can feel it too. Your hands falter for just a second as you fasten the clasp, and when your fingers accidentally linger against the nape of his neck, you pull them back quickly, cheeks blooming pink.

“Done,” you say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Finnick straightens, letting the pendant settle against his chest. He glances down at it for a brief moment but finds his gaze drifting back to you instead. You’re still standing close, looking up at him with an expression he can’t quite place—somewhere between shy and thoughtful, with a tiny hint of pride in your work.

“Thanks,” he says, his tone coming out softer than usual.

“You’re welcome,” you reply, your smile small and almost bashful.

He watches you step back a little, clutching your sketchpad to your chest again like a safety net.

For a moment, neither of you know what to say. Finnick gazes at the faint gold shimmer on your eyelids and wonders if you’ve always looked this... nice. Meanwhile, you try not to stare at how the necklace highlights his features perfectly, the pendant’s soft blue making his green eyes look even brighter.

The silence lingers, but it doesn’t feel awkward. Instead, it feels like a spark waiting to catch.

Finally, you clear your throat, breaking the moment. “It, um, really brings out your eyes. The pendant, I mean.”

Finnick smiles, the warmth spreading to his ears. “Yeah? I guess I’ll take your word for it.”

You laugh softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and Finnick finds himself grinning too. It’s not much, just a simple moment, but it’s enough to leave them both feeling like something’s shifted—something feels like everything has changed.

He watches as you turn back to your sketches but he can’t help but steal another glance your way, wondering why out of all the shiny, noisy, extravagant things here, you’re the one that’s caught his attention.

A/N: UGHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH MY CUTIES☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ THEYRE SO CUTE☹️

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[thedemoninme141]

Her Heartbeat, Chapter 8: Her Absence.

Summary: Wednesday isn't sure which she detests more, your presence.. or your absence.

Warnings: LightAngst! EmotionallyConfusedWednedsay! WHIPPED WEDNESDAY!

[ It took me longer than expected because I was so confused about certain parts but big thanks to @ortegalvr and @cobaltperun for their helpful insights! ]

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

Worklist.

Wednesday was trying to process the string of events that had led her here—walking beside you after a night of vulnerability that she couldn’t quite shake off. The camp, the spiked coffee, her uncharacteristic confessions—it was all a blur. But the one thing that stood out, You. It infuriated her, how your presence gnawed at her thoughts.

“You good Wends? You look like you’re plotting at least ten different ways to murder me.”

“Eleven,” she deadpanned, her arms crossed as she continued walking.

You laughed, not fazed in the slightest. “Glad to see you haven’t changed after last night. Honestly, I’m torn between which Wednesday I like better.”

“Do you ever stop talking?” she muttered.

“Nope,”

As you reached the hallway that led to your dorms, you stopped, turning to face her. “Well, this is me,” you said, pointing to the corridor that led to your room.

Wednesday’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. She hadn’t expected you to leave so abruptly. It felt…off.

"Don’t look so sad, Addams,” you said with a grin. “I’ll see you around.”

“Sad?” she scoffed, crossing her arms tighter. “The only emotion I’ll feel is relief.”

“Of course,” you replied, unconvinced. “Just try not to miss me too much.”

With that, you gave her a mock salute and turned, walking down the hallway with a casual wave over your shoulder. She stood there for a moment, watching you leave. There was a part of her—a very small, minuscule part— that found the sudden quiet... unsettling.

With a sharp shake of her head, she dismissed the feeling and turned on her heel, making her way back to her own dorm.

Upon entering, she found Enid sprawled across her bed, scrolling through her phone. The moment she noticed Wednesday, she perked up with a bright smile.

“Hey!” Enid chirped, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Where were you last night? How was the therapy session?”

Wednesday resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Excruciating. As expected."

Enid tilted her head, clearly skeptical but not one to push. “Huh. Well, it must’ve been really bad ‘cause, um…” Enid trailed off, her eyes traveling down Wednesday’s frame. “Nice clothes. But they’re, uh, a bit big on you.”

Wednesday froze. Her eyes slowly dropped to the clothes she was wearing—clothes that definitely didn’t belong to her. They were yours. Damn it.

Enid’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Wait, are those Y/N’s clothes?”

Wednesday turned away, her expression carefully neutral, but the heat rising to her face was undeniable.

“Oh my god!” Enid squealed, practically bouncing off the bed. “You spent the night at Y/N’s place! This is huge! You never do sleepovers! You always say no to me and Yoko! Why didn’t you invite me though?” She pouted, clearly in full gossip mode.

“Because nothing of significance happened,” Wednesday replied, her tone as icy as she could manage.

Enid wasn’t buying it. “Uh-huh, sure. And the fact that you’re still wearing Y/N’s clothes means nothing at all, right? Like, absolutely no hidden meaning? No secret story?” she teased.

Wednesday gritted her teeth, annoyed with both Enid and the situation.

"The only thing ‘secret’ here is how you’ve managed to survive this long without me murdering you in your sleep."

"Wow, rude," Enid huffed, though her expression remained playful."But seriously, what happened? Come on, spill the tea!"

Wednesday let out a sharp sigh. It was clear Enid wasn’t going to shut up until she gave her something.

"I was accidentally incapacitated last night," Wednesday admitted stiffly. "I had to spend the night in Y/n's house."

Enid blinked in surprise. "Wait, what? You were incapacitated? Like… drunk?" Her eyes widened with excitement. "No way! Wednesday Addams got drunk?"

"I wasn’t drunk," Wednesday snapped. "I was drugged. There’s a difference."

Enid’s grin only widened. "Oh my gosh, who drugged you? Was it a prank? Are they dead?"

"Not yet, but soon." Yeah, Rick is going to pay. Time to plan her revenge. Enid pulled her out of her thoughts. "Sooo… are we just going to ignore the fact that you are still wearing Y/N’s clothes" Time to plan her revenge after getting out of your clothes.

But as she yanked off your shirt and tossed it onto the bed, something caught her attention—the faint scent of you still lingering on the fabric. It was subtle but undeniable, and it made something unfamiliar and unsettling stir in her chest.

Whatever this was, whatever you were doing to her—it was becoming dangerous.

So what now... Wednesday found herself at a loss for what to do. She had spent so much time in your chaotic orbit this week that now, without you by her side, the day felt strangely dull. It was irritating how much of an impact you'd had. Perhaps that ridiculous spiked coffee had affected her more than she’d realized. Or maybe it was the fact that her thoughts kept circling back to you, which was even more disturbing.

Enough of this nonsense. She wasn’t some emotional weakling who would pine over someone’s absence. There was plenty to occupy her time.

She marched over to her bookshelf and grabbed the thickest volume she could find—a collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s complete works. She sat down, flipped the book open, and forced herself to read. But the words were just that—words. No matter how many pages she turned, they refused to hold her attention. Her mind kept wandering back to your face, the way you looked when you smiled, and the way you’d been…different last night, more serious, more caring. She hated how vividly she remembered every moment.

Stop it. She slammed the book shut with more force than necessary, the sound reverberating through the quiet room. This was absurd. You were nothing more than a distraction—a temporary one at that. She could certainly live without you for a day.

Wednesday pulled out her textbooks, intending to immerse herself in something productive. But after hours of skimming through botanical studies and historical analyses, she found herself staring blankly at the pages, unable to retain any of the information.

She groaned inwardly. What is happening to her? She had always prided herself on her focus, her ability to block out anything unnecessary. Yet here she was, unable to shake the thought of you, and it was driving her insane.

It was late afternoon when her phone rang, snapping her out of her daze. She glanced at the screen—David. She answered with her usual briskness.

"What?" she said, not bothering with pleasantries.

"Hey, Wednesday," David replied, his voice sounding unusually hesitant. "I just wanted to call and… well, apologize for yesterday. I should’ve been paying closer attention. For Rick's mistake, I feel responsible."

“You should feel responsible,” she said without sugarcoating it. “And Rick will answer for it. I’ve already begun plotting his untimely demise.”

David let out a nervous chuckle, clearly unsure whether she was joking or not. “Right… anyway, I also wanted to apologize personally. I feel pretty guilty about everything, so I was thinking of hosting a small dinner tomorrow night. Just to make up for it."

“I’m not interested in another therapy session,” Wednesday replied flatly, ready to end the call.

“It’s not a therapy session,” David reassured her. “Just dinner. A way for me to say sorry properly. I’ve invited the others too, along with their partners. I thought… well, I was hoping you might bring Y/N as well.”

For a brief moment, Wednesday’s brain screamed no. There was no way she would subject herself to more of this insufferable socializing. And yet… there were you. She had spent so much time with you this week that the thought of another evening in your presence—annoying as you were—had some strange allure to it.

Before she even realized what she was saying, Wednesday heard herself agree. “Fine. I’ll be there.”

“Great,” David said, relief evident in his tone. “Dinner’s at seven. Hope to see you there.”

Wednesday hung up the phone, staring at the screen for a moment longer than necessary. What had just happened?

Frustrated with herself, she tossed her phone aside and walked over to her desk. She moved to her typewriter.

The keys clicked with sharp precision as her fingers danced across them, bringing Viper’s world back to life. Viper, like her, was strong, solitary, and focused. Viper didn’t let anyone close enough to break her concentration. Viper does not allow distractions.

But the story wasn’t coming together. She stared at the page, trying to force the next sequence of events to unfold in her mind. Where was Viper supposed to go from here? What was her next move?

Her fingers hesitated above the keys. Nothing.

An unsettling feeling crept up her spine. For the past few days, she had tried to work on Viper’s story, only to be met with this same void. It was unacceptable. She had never experienced such a thing before—this sudden lack of inspiration, this… inability to progress. It was as though some unseen force was blocking her creativity.

“Writer’s block,” they called it. What a ridiculous concept. How could someone as brilliant as her be struck down by something so petty?

Wednesday had had enough. She craved the solace of something familiar—something that could pull her out of this maddening state. The cello.

Yes. That would do.

After dinner, Wednesday retrieved her cello and carried it to the balcony. She carefully set up the instrument, it's been some time but her skill is still the same.

And then, something caught her eye.

Down below, near the gates of Nevermore, she saw you. You were standing alone, glancing around as if waiting for someone. It was late, almost midnight—what were you doing out there? Where were you going?

She couldn’t explain it, but something about the way you stood there, the way you looked—nervous, distracted—made her feel that annoying, unsettling tug in her chest again.

Before she even realized what she was doing, she was walking. Her feet carried her down the stairs, out of the house, and through the courtyard. She didn’t question her actions until she was already standing beside you.

“Where are you going?” she asked,

“Jesus, you need to stop doing that, Wednesday!” You clutched your chest, eyes wide with surprise. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

Wednesday was unfazed, her dark eyes narrowing. “Answer the question.”

That nervous gesture—it was familiar. You had the same look when Bianca had asked where you were at the end of last year. The way you averted your eyes, “Um… tomorrow, it’s a family function. My aunt’s having a baby,” the words tumbling out as if rehearsed. The hesitation in your voice didn’t escape her, and her instincts flared to life.

Lies. Wednesday could smell them a mile away. But she didn’t press. Not yet. The first rule of interrogation was never to reveal that she knew someone was lying—not until she had all the pieces. She would let you think you had her fooled, for now.

“David invited you to a dinner tomorrow” Wednesday stated, her voice sharp, as if daring you to avoid the question.

“Oh,” you replied, your posture relaxing slightly. “I’ll be there.”

You offered her a small smile, but Wednesday wasn’t convinced.

Her eyes remained on you, unblinking. You were nervous, your gaze flitting between her and the gate.

"Look, I’ll see you tomorrow evening," you said, flashing a quick, almost forced smile. "I have to go, but I promise I’ll be there for dinner."

Before she could respond, a car pulled up, and you glanced back at it with obvious relief. You turned to leave, not even offering a goodbye. Yet, as you stepped into the car, you looked back at her. Wednesday noticed something strange in your eyes. A flicker of something she couldn’t quite place—fear, distress, sadness, regret?

And as your car disappeared into the distance, Wednesday felt that hollow, irritating emptiness return. It gnawed at her, digging its claws deeper into her chest. The feeling was familiar by now, but that didn’t make it any less infuriating.

She had been alone her entire life, and she preferred it that way. But lately, your absence felt far more unsettling than your presence.

Since the start of this… whatever it was between you two, just when she thought she had you figured out, you went and did something like this—leaving her standing alone in the courtyard.

Wednesday tried to rationalize her emotions. This was all a temporary lapse, nothing more. Soon, she would return to her usual self—focused, sharp, and unburdened by these absurd feelings.

Enid had already gone to bed by the time Wednesday entered the room, thankfully sparing her any more of the bubbly werewolf's questions.

Good. Wednesday needed the silence, the chance to process everything without any distractions. She slid into bed, pulling the covers over her and lying rigidly on her back, folding her arms across her chest.

Back to the start, you had needed her help to break out that old woman from the asylum for her wedding. So, she thought that's it, that must be the reason. But Wednesday cursed herself for not prying in further, she should've investigated why was that important for you.

And then, you trying to get close to her, you had said you have no intention, that you just want to be her... wait you hadn't said anything about that... you never called her friend like Enid does.

So.. it's not friendship that you seek... so.. did you seek?

No, it can't be, It felt wrong. This whole thing felt wrong.

It felt like you had dug a space in her mind and settled there without permission. No, not permission. Permission would have been refused immediately. This... this was more like you had just sauntered in, hung your jacket beside her coat, and sat on the sofa beside Wednesday despite her repeated protests.

It wasn’t just your lies that bothered her. It was the vulnerability she had shown around you—the things she had said, it was the uncomfortable feeling, of how you can use them against her.

But what was your secret? And why did it matter? Wednesday didn’t care about people’s secrets unless they were her enemies. So why did she care about yours? How had she allowed this to happen? How had she, of all people, let you get under her skin so deeply? It was unacceptable. She hated how easily you disarmed her with your presence, with that damnable smile that haunted her even now.

And then, there was the look, the look you gave her, the one that reflected her own... fear of vulnerbility. You surrounded by trees? In the forest? It was dark. Wednesday tried to focus on that memory,

"It’ll be... selfish." your voice, what would be selfish? What did you tell her? What did she tell you?

Sleep did not come easily. Her thoughts kept racing, kept circling back to you, no matter how hard she tried to focus on something—anything—else. Eventually, exhaustion won out, and she slipped into a fitful sleep, her dreams plagued by fragmented images of you and the growing sense that something was very, very wrong.

The next morning, Wednesday awoke feeling no more rested than the night before. Her body had gone through the motions of sleep, but her mind had never truly shut off. The moment she opened her eyes, her thoughts immediately returned to you, as if you had somehow managed to occupy her mind even in her unconscious state.

She got ready with her usual efficiency, pulling on her black uniform, Enid as always, was still snoring. Wednesday checked that cursed device they call phone, You hadn’t called, hadn’t texted—not that she wanted you to. Or so she told herself.

By the time she made her way to the quad for breakfast, Wednesday was in a foul mood. She scanned the area out of habit, her eyes searching for you among the usual group of Nevermore students gathered at their usual spots. Of course, you weren't there, you had "family function".

“Howdy Roomie!” Enid called out behind her “When did you wake up? I didn't hear you leave!”

“Just because I live in the same room as you, Enid, doesn't mean I owe you a detailed schedule of my movements,” Wednesday responded dryly.

“Someone’s grumpy,” Enid teased.

Wednesday shot her a glare that could freeze the sun.

Enid, Yoko, Eugene, and Bianca were deep in conversation, laughing about something Enid had said. Wednesday was beside them with her usual indifference, though her gaze kept flickering to the empty spot where you would have been. They were loud, their chattering, yet it felt so silent, without your voice.

“So where is Y/n?” Bianca’s voice broke through Wednesday’s thoughts.

She turned her head sharply, eyes narrowing at Bianca. “Why would I know? I am not her keeper.” she snapped, her voice cold and clipped.

Bianca raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying Wednesday’s defensiveness. “You two have been... close lately. Thought you’d know.”

Close. The word grated at Wednesday, like sandpaper against raw skin. No, if you were close you would have been here, or at least told her the truth of your whereabouts.

“I don’t make it my business to monitor the movements of others. Unlike you,” Wednesday retorted.

Bianca shrugged, but a small smirk played at the edges of her lips. “Okay Okay, I was just curious.”

The first class of the day was worse. The seat next to her was conspicuously empty. Wednesday scowled at it, as though willing you to appear. The lecture droned on, but her focus wasn’t on the words being spoken. It was on the empty chair. It was on the fact that you should have been there, irritating her with snide remarks or unnecessary commentary.

She shouldn’t miss that. She didn’t miss that.

But her eyes kept straying to the clock. Each passing minute seemed slower than the last, a constant reminder that you weren’t there. It was irrational. Ridiculous. Yet every second without your presence felt... wrong. As if a rhythm she hadn’t even realized she’d fallen into had been disrupted. She glanced at the clock again. And again. Till finally, the clock hit 7 pm.

Wednesday found herself mechanically preparing for the dinner David had invited you both to. She didn’t bother dressing up for the occasion—her usual black hoodie would suffice. The entire time, her phone remained maddeningly silent. Not a single call. Not a single text from you.

Should she call you? Of course not. That would be absurd. But the thought gnawed at her anyway, clinging to the back of her mind like a stubborn shadow. What if you didn’t show up? What if you weren’t coming at all?

Wednesday clenched her jaw, her fingers tightening around her phone. No, she wouldn’t call you. She refused to be the one to reach out first. If you wanted to disappear, then fine. She didn’t care.

The restaurant was nothing extravagant or special, a humble spot in the town that seemed to fit David’s predictable lack of taste. The sign above flickered slightly, as if unsure of its own existence, much like her own certainty about coming here.

Her eyes flicked over the tables. Rick, Ashley, Mike, Brooke, Alex, and Milo were already seated, laughing like the therapy group of over-sharers they were. She felt her stomach twist in disdain. The chatter grated on her nerves, each of them blissfully unaware of her silent disdain. And, worse than the noise, worse than their faces, worse than the cheap ambiance... you weren’t there.

David noticed her the moment she walked in, his smile broad and annoyingly warm as he approached. “Wednesday! I was worried you wouldn’t come,” he said, sounding like he might actually care.

“I rarely miss an opportunity to endure forced social interactions,” she replied flatly, the sarcasm dripping along with the poison from her words.

David chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head as his eyes shifted behind her. He hesitated for a moment before asking, “Uh, where’s Y/N? I thought you two would come together.”

A spike of irritation shot through Wednesday. She was used to deflecting these kinds of questions, but your absence had put her in an even worse mood than usual. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Y/N left Nevermore yesterday night and hasn’t attended school today. She said she would be here, but evidently, she lied,” she snapped, her words harsh and biting.

David blinked, clearly surprised by the venom in her tone. “I’m sure she’s just running late,” he offered, trying to sound reassuring.

He led her to the table, where the others greeted her with exaggerated enthusiasm. Rick, in particular, seemed eager to make amends for the chaos he had caused at the camping trip.

“Hey, Wednesday,” Rick started, sounding awkward. “I just wanted to, uh, apologize again for the whole... coffee thing. I really didn’t mean to spike it. It was an accident, I swear.” Rick kept talking, but his voice, somehow, slowly became mute. She didn’t even register what he was saying anymore. The door of the restaurant had opened again, and everything else—the chatter, the dim lighting, the forced smiles of her peers—faded into the background.

There you were.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Wednesday’s composure faltered. Her usually steady pulse quickened. She sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing in an attempt to maintain her usual detached scrutiny, but it was no use. You had walked in, and she was momentarily frozen.

Wednesday swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. Her heart was beating just a little too fast, and it annoyed her to no end. This wasn’t right. She shouldn’t be reacting like this. She shouldn’t feel her pulse quicken just because you had walked into a room.

But there it was, undeniable and infuriating. You looked like the embodiment of everything she despised and everything she was inexplicably drawn to. You weren’t trying to make an entrance, weren’t seeking the spotlight, but in that moment, you had all of her attention.

You weren’t dressed in anything overly elaborate—no dazzling sequins, no shimmering fabric. You wore a simple red square-neck dress, its clean lines flattering your form without drawing attention to itself. And yet, the sight of you was enough to render Wednesday utterly still.

Wednesday understood you weren’t trying to be beautiful. You were just being you.

And you were beautiful. It was a problem.

You finally turned your gaze to her, your eyes locking onto hers. And for a moment, the air felt heavy between you, charged with something unspeakable. You smiled softly—just a small curve of your lips—but it was enough to make her feel like the ground beneath her feet had shifted.

David noticed her distraction and followed her gaze, grinning when he saw you.

"See?" he whispered to Wednesday. "Told you she was just late."

But Wednesday barely heard his words. She was still staring at you, trying to make sense of the strange, unfamiliar feelings swirling inside her chest. She had spent her entire life keeping people at arm’s length, priding herself on her emotional detachment. And yet here you were, unraveling her carefully constructed walls with nothing more than your presence.

It was infuriating. It was terrifying.

As you approached the table, you gave a small wave to the group, a smile playing on your lips. "Hey, Wednesday," you said, your voice soft but clear, like the distant echo of something she couldn’t quite reach. Your smile—not the mischievous grin you often wore, but a more subdued, almost nervous smile. It sent a jolt through her, as if you had managed to slip past every wall she had carefully built around herself.

She opened her mouth to respond, but the words—whatever they were supposed to be—stuck in her throat. She managed a nod, her face betraying nothing, but inside… inside, everything was spiraling out of control.

David clapped his hands together, breaking the tension. "We were just about to start. Come on, have a seat."

He gestured to the chair next to Wednesday, the one that had remained conspicuously empty all evening. You hesitated for a fraction of a second before walking over and sitting down beside her.

The moment you were that close, Wednesday’s entire body went rigid. She stared straight ahead, trying to ignore the fact that you were there, sitting next to her, your arm occasionally brushing against hers.

The dinner began, but it felt more like a performance. The others were talking, laughing, passing plates of food around the table, but you… you were quiet. Too quiet.

It wasn’t like you to be this reserved, you weren’t teasing her with that infuriating sense of humor.

Wednesday’s eyes narrowed, her mind racing as she tried to piece together the puzzle. Why weren’t you being your usual irritating self? Why weren’t you joking or nudging her like you always did? There was something off about your behavior tonight, something that tugged at the edges of Wednesday’s awareness, unsettling her.

She wanted to ask. No, she needed to ask. But the words caught in her throat. This wasn’t supposed to happen—this wasn’t supposed to matter to her. You weren’t supposed to matter to her.

Yet here you were, sitting so close to her and being so distant at the same time.

Brooke, sitting a few seats down from you, leaned forward suddenly, “Okay, so… not to bring up that night’s chaos, but who the hell cut my hair?” she asked, gesturing toward her now uneven, poorly trimmed pink strands.

Wednesday felt a small smirk tug at the corner of her lips, the memory of her drunken state returning in flashes. She was about to open her mouth and claim responsibility—it had, after all, been her doing.

But before Wednesday could utter a word, your voice cut through the air for the first time that night.

"It was Rick."

It wasn’t loud, barely more than a casual statement, but the effect was immediate. Everyone at the table believed you since you were the only one who had been sober that night. Except Rick who was halfway through a bite of his food, choked and dropped his fork onto the table with a clatter. "What?" he sputtered, eyes wide with disbelief. "I didn’t—I don't-"

Ashley, sitting next to him, elbowed him sharply in the ribs, “Rick! Seriously?”

He groaned, clutching his side. "I didn’t do anything! Not that I remember but why am I getting blamed for everything tonight?"

Brooke huffed but eventually seemed to relent, giving Rick one last glare before she picked up her drink and took a long, deliberate sip. Ashley, meanwhile, gave Rick another jab in the ribs for good measure,

"It’s still your fault, whether you like it or not."

"Why would it be only my fault? You were the one who brought "the thing" instead of sugar from my bag." Rick complained,

"Why do you even carry "the thing" everywhere?"

"I told I you had business to do!"

David, sensing the tension building around the table, cleared his throat and jumped in to defuse the situation. "Okay, okay, let’s not start throwing accusations around. It was a crazy night. Mistakes were made… coffee was spiked, hair was cut, feelings were probably hurt—let’s just chalk it up to that, yeah?"

The conversation continued, drifting into lighter topics as David worked hard to steer it back toward safer ground. He asked about everyone’s week, threw in some jokes about their upcoming therapy sessions,

But you… you had gone quiet again.

You sat there, eyes fixed on your plate, barely acknowledging the conversation swirling around you. For anyone else at the table, it probably wouldn’t have mattered. They were used to people drifting in and out of conversations, especially when it came to group dinners like this. But for Wednesday, it was suffocating. Every second that passed with you sitting there, silent, felt like an eternity, gnawing at her nerves.

You had spoken, and it had been to protect her. To cover for her, even though she hadn’t asked for it. She hadn’t needed your protection—she could handle everything, and she would’ve gladly taken the credit for the butchered haircut. Yet, you had lied, shifted the blame onto Rick without a second thought.

Wednesday’s mind raced, trying to make sense of it. Was this part of your strange behavior tonight? Was this quietness a deliberate choice, a game? Or was there something else, something you weren’t telling her?

As the others continued their conversations, laughing and chatting as though nothing was out of the ordinary, Wednesday found herself unable to focus. She could barely hear what they were saying, too caught up in the growing frustration of your silence. She wanted you to be annoying again. She wanted the teasing, the jabs, the irritating banter that had become so… familiar.

But now, you were just sitting there, quiet. Too quiet. And for Wednesday Addams, that was a far more dangerous game than any words you could have thrown her way.

She had been hyper-aware of your presence throughout the dinner, glancing at you periodically, waiting for you to say something, to return to the version of you that had been irritating her since the start. But you never did. And now, as the group stepped out onto the street, Wednesday’s eyes subconsciously searched for you again—hoping that maybe, just maybe, you’d finally break the silence and offer some sarcastic remark to alleviate the tension in her chest.

But then— Whoosh!

A burst of light flared up, and someone screamed. Everyone turned, staring in disbelief.

Rick’s car was on fire.

A full-blown, blazing fire, with flames licking the dark sky and smoke pouring out of the engine. Rick stood frozen, his jaw hanging open, his eyes wide with pure horror as he pointed uselessly at the inferno.

"My car! What the hell happened to my car!?"

Wednesday, equally shocked, stared at the flaming vehicle. Her first instinct was to analyze the situation—had someone sabotaged it? Set it on fire? But before she could process any logical explanation, she felt a dozen pairs of eyes turn to her.

Everyone was looking at her.

She arched an eyebrow, completely confused. "What?"

David tilted his head, "Uh, well... it is something you'd do."

Wednesday crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing at them. "As much as I love the idea of committing arson," she replied dryly, "I assure you, I had nothing to do with this."

But before anyone could say another word, they heard a burst of laughter.

Everyone turned to see Brooke standing by the car, holding—of all things—a gas canister, her face flushed with amusement. She doubled over, clutching her sides as she cackled uncontrollably, practically giddy with delight.

“When did she—" Mike started, his eyes widening in disbelief. “When did that happen?”

Rick groaned, his hand dragging down his face in defeat. “Brooke, my car! You set my car on fire!”

She shrugged nonchalantly, as if setting a vehicle ablaze was just another Tuesday for her. “Yeah, well, you deserved it. Consider it payback for my hair!"

Rick sighed, resigning himself to the fact that he wasn’t getting out of this unscathed. “I mean, I did kinda deserve it, but still... my car, Brooke.”

"Its a Honda Odyssey, she did you a favor by burning it." Ashley joked.

"She is crazier than I thought," Mike mumbled.

“Okay, everyone! Let’s not panic. We’ll, uh, figure something out. Probably not now, but soon. Really soon.” David scratched the back of his head. “Maybe we should call a fire service.”

Wednesday, who had been watching the chaotic scene unfold, found herself caught between irritation and amusement.

But then, a different thought crossed her mind. She hadn’t heard you laugh. You, who always had a sarcastic comment or a snide remark ready. You, who would’ve probably had some offhand comment about Brooke’s arson. But the space beside her was… empty.

Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides as she forced herself to focus on the scene in front of her, trying to ignore the nagging thought in the back of her mind. Trying to ignore the fact that you had disappeared without a word, Trying to ignore the fact that you left her without even saying goodbye. Trying to ignore the fact that, despite the fire and the chaos unfolding around her, all she could think about was the empty space beside her where you should have been.

But it was hard ignoring all that.

It was really, really hard.

NEXT CHAPTER

[idontcare4urmom]

little red dress

soft!dom! chris x reader!gf!

content:you were aware of the effect you had on your boyfriend,but that didn’t stopped you from wanting him to drool all over you,there was a party on the town and you got dressed up until Chris sees you and completely loses it.

warnings: smuttt,pet names (baby,slut,etc.), praising kink,dirty talk,teasing,fingering,sucking,slight fluff at the end and more

a/n: my first language is not English,so sorry if it’s bad cause it’s also my first fic,please be nice<3 ——————————————————-

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today was the day,you were about to attempt to one of the ‘biggest’ parties in L.A. with influencers.sure,you were only invited cause your boyfriend was also invited,and you knew that but you couldn’t care less.you were simply excited to meet new people.

you had already had picked up your outfit so you wouldn’t be in a hurry, even though the party was in more than 2 hours. nothing could go wrong with black high boots that boosted your height,a mini leather jacket and a perfect mini red sparkly dress you bought for the occasion.

when you tried it on the store,you knew that you had to get it,it was almost like it was made specifically for you.it complimented your figure and face in a way that you knew you were going to drag looks on you,not to mention that it curved your ass and tits like a glove,and the length of it stopped right above your bare thighs,perfect right?

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you eventually started to get ready,picking a nice matching red lace lingerie to match with your dress,even though no one will really see it,at least that’s what you thought .you wore the dress after and tugged with a bit of struggle the zipper up,taking a quick glimpse of yourself afterwards in the mirror to admire yourself before starting to do makeup.

you were about to finish with the final details of your pink glossy lipstick,popping your lips together until you heard a knock on the door.

“baby? are you almost done? we have to leave in like 10 minutes” your boyfriend’s voice echoed through the other side of the room,you didn’t even had realized how much it took you to get ready.

“almost done,you come in you know” you responded,curious about how your man will think of your looks.

there was a click on the door before it banged close,causing you to turn your head and look at Chris who was now staring at you.he was pretty much checking you out and his tongue darted out to wet his lips before he broke the silence “wow..you look hot”.

the comment made you giggle under you breath and respond sarcastically “i always do”.you could feel the brunette boy rolling his eyes but what didn’t you expect was a sudden feeling of hands cupping both of your ass cheeks.

“yeah you are not lying,but this dress fits you better than anything else i have seen you wearing” Chris exclaimed right into your ear,you could swear that his voice was lowered which made you narrow your eyes in confusion but also interest.

“thanks,but get your hands off” you bratted,which made him chuckle and grope them tighter “what about no?”

you scoffed at his answer,turning around to answer but suddenly feeling him grabbing your face and pulling you into a hungry kiss.your eyebrows furrowed but you couldn’t resist the urge to make out with him for a minute.

the kiss soon turned sloppy,both of your tongues fighting for dominance until he tugged on your bottom lip,making you moan. “red is really your colour” you heard him say as you felt his hands lifting up your dress,causing your breaths to get heavier.

“Chris,the party” you warned in a worried tone,which made him smirk for no reason,his hand slipping in between your thighs “you really think I care about that baby? I couldn’t give a damn less”.

the next thing you knew was him taunting you.his fingers barely grazing your pussy that was already dripping wet,opening your mouth to complain but he quickly pushes you into the bed,hovering on top of you and pushing two fingers into your tight hole.

“oh shit!” you groaned at the stretch,his free hand going backwards to tug down the zipper of the dress that was making his cock throb.when he pulled it down his eyes roamed into your body and on your lingerie set,making his fingers thrust in and out of you fast.

“fuck,such a slut,wearing this shit to get me turned me on when you know i can’t resist you” his words made you clench around his fingers and whine pathetically.his head tilted down to place rough kisses on the hook of your neck and creating big hickeys,while his fingers curled up to hit that spot inside you.

you were a moaning and whimpering mess already,and he couldn’t help to think what you will do when his length will be buried into your cunt later.

“i..I am gonna cum” you whispered after some seconds,your voice raspy and Chris pulled with no warning his fingers out,making you frown and him to respond with a simple explanation of “going to save it for later”.

he then left from on top of you and stood up straight,his hands quickly moving to his belt to unbuckle it before shoving down his jeans and boxers,exposing his fully hard self with pre-cum leaking all over his red tip.

your breath hitched at the sight and you desperately wanted to get on your knees,but before you knew he pushed firmly your legs apart and spread them from him,his eyes darkening when he saw how ready you were,your juices glistening all over your thighs.

“hm,so wet,such a perfect sight,all this for me?” he cooed and praised,which only made you nod and feel your desire increasing.

he got in between your legs and positioned his tip against your entrance,starting to tease by grinding his hips against yours,making you groan again at the friction. “Chris,please..” you couldn’t help to beg,which even surprised yourself,but you didn’t regret it cause the next thing you felt was him entering you with a rough and deep thrust.

you practically screamed his name and arched your back,your hands reaching to tug on his hair locks which only made Chris grunt.his pace was fast and almost painful,making sure you felt him completely,and you couldn’t help to move your hips along with his in sync.

the panting from both of you and the skin to skin clapping filled the room in matter of seconds,his head once more leaning down but to lick all over your stomach soothingly while his dick was pounding into your g-spot with no mercy.he soon undid your bra and took one of your nipples into his mouth,sucking and flicking his tongue over the flesh.

the knot on your stomach was already felt,which also was noticeable by Chris and making him speak in a low,slightly hoarse way “already sweetheart? you are gonna make a mess on my cock like the perfect whore you are,hm?”

you only clenched at his words again,your one hand leaving his hair to grasp at the sheets for support,your orgasm already forming again and your legs began to shake.

“you aren’t going to finish yet, understood? he warned,making you look up at him with pleading eyes while his own blue one were looking almost brown,making you shiver and nod at his question “good girl,I know you can hold it for a little longer”

you couldn’t explain it but his voice was both rough and soft at the same time,and it was for sure turning you more.his length continued to tear you apart,basically hitting your spot over and over again while your eyes were watery.even though he had told you to not reach your climax yet,you were unaware that a few specific movements from you will sent him over his own edge.

it was basically you wrapping your legs tightly around his waist to encourage him silently to go deeper,while your nails digged into his lower back and leaving marks behind.with an unexpected loud groan from his lips and his hips bucking up,his muscles flexed and he released his seed deep into your cunt.

you moaned a little when he pulled out after some seconds,leaving you panting and your chest rising and falling,you quickly recovered when he rolled into his side and pulled you with him so he can cuddle you tightly.an exhausted yawn escaped from your mouth into the comfortable silence and he planted a kiss to your forehead “tired?”

“you fucked my brains out,what did you expect” you responded,making you both burst out laughing until some minutes after you were asleep into each other arms.

[prythianpages]

Outta My Mind | Cassian

cassian x love witch reader | summary: Cassian has not been able to get you out of his mind and after receiving a gift, he decides to finally visit your shop and take you up on a love reading.

warnings: tarot reading, fluff

word count: roughly around 3,700

a/n: I am not experienced in tarot reading (I've only been on the receiving end and even then, it's been virtual) so I just pulled from google and what I've seen on tiktok. I apologize for any mistakes there and will happily fix them!

As Cassian has breakfast with his family at the Riverhouse, the usual lively chatter fills the room. Feyre was talking about Nyx’s reaction to soft foods, Mor cooing after him and Azriel laughing when Nyx pulled her hair. Rhysand had gone to check who had rung the doorbell. Cassian’s mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts of a mysterious witch.

It was bewildering, really. 

The way he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you, despite barely knowing you. Since he first set his eyes upon you at the bar, he felt something. He couldn’t pinpoint the feeling but after you crashed into him, it all seemed to click into place.

You, a love witch, had found him.  

Just two weeks ago, he had been wishing upon the stars for love, and there you were, shining brightly with promise.

Your business card has been sitting on his nightstand since the night he met you. The pink card is like a night light, its shimmer never fading. He stared at it every night before drifting off, torn between fear and hope, wondering whether he should take you up on your offer for a love reading.

Yet, you had failed to fulfill one of the promises you made—buying him a shirt to replace the one you had stained. He could care less about the shirt, though. A part of him had been hoping you’d find him again, stumble upon him like you did at Rita’s. Because now that you held the answers to his questions, a deep anxiety gnawed at him. What if what you had to say wasn’t what he wanted to hear?

Fate was a fickle thing. What if it wasn’t in his destiny to have a mate? To have love? What if the stars had sent you to pull him out of his delusion and deliver bad news?

“Looks like someone got a present,” Rhysand says as he walks into the dining room with a handful of mail and another holding a package. He waves the bright pink package, ears straining to hear the sound it gives for a clue.

“Oh, they shouldn’t have bothered!” Mor quips, leaning forward in her seat with a grin.

But Rhysand places the package in front of Cassian, shoving his empty breakfast plate aside. The clinking of silverware against porcelain makes Cassian blink, snapping out of his trance.

“You?” Mor says in disbelief, eyes widened slightly.

Everyone turns their head toward Cassian, his red siphons gleaming under the sudden attention. He stares at the package, feeling the weight of everyone’s curiosity.

“Well?” Feyre urges, shifting Nyx in her arms to lean over too. “What are you waiting for?”

“Who’s it from?” Azriel asks, his shadows fluttering toward him, also curious. Mor stands from her seat to peek at the name, frowning when she finds nothing but Cassian’s name on the package. Feyre and Rhysand exchange a glance, the latter shrugging in response.

Cassian swats at the nosey shadows. There’s no indication of the sender. Yet, he has an inkling, the color of the package nearly screaming it at him. Knowing the others would simply follow him to his room if he chose to open it in private, he unties the red bow. There’s a nervous flutter of excitement in his stomach as he opens it.

Inside, he finds three neatly folded white dress shirts. The first two were silky and almost identical to the one you had accidentally stained. The third shirt was different. Bold. It was a short-sleeve, sheer mesh shirt that glimmered in the light. A shirt he’d never buy himself but felt inclined to try on. 

“Shirts?” Rhysand questions with an amused chuckle.

As Cassian unfolds the shirts, he notices that all of them have carefully placed slits on the back to accommodate his wings, as if they’ve been tailored after being bought. His family watches, intrigued and amused. 

“Well, come on, Cas. Who’s it from?” Feyre prompts and the babe in her lap babbles as if asking the same question, his tiny hands smacking the table in delight.

The room seems to hold its breath as Cassian runs his fingers over the fabric. He feels the subtle hum of magic beneath his fingertips. “Someone,” he says, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“Someone I need to go see.”

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Cassian ignores his family’s protest as he rises from his seat. Strengthening the shields of his mind, he thought he heard a hint of disappointment from Feyre. He didn't want to tell them about you. Doing so would only invite more questions—questions he wasn't ready to answer, as he was unsure of them himself.

He doesn’t need to return to the House of Wind for your business card, the address of your shop engraved into his heart after reading it so many times. As he makes his way to you, there’s that nervous flutter in his stomach again. It accompanies him all the way to your shop, threatening to burst when he finally stands in front of the door.

The words “Moonlight Spellcrafts” on the sign above shimmered softly, beckoning him inside with an irresistible allure. Bells chimed as he pushed open the door, and inside, he was greeted by a sharp “meow.”

A fluffy white cat with the brightest of blue eyes and pink bow around its neck blinks up at him before darting away and chasing after something unseen to Cassian’s eyes. His gaze follows the cat's movement, lifting to find you.

A vision in pink like clouds at the break of dawn. 

You wore a halter top that offered teasing glimpses of constellations etched onto your back, while your bell-bottom pants flared out with fluffy trimmings, resembling wisps of cotton candy that swayed with every step. Your platform heels tapped softly on the polished wooden floor as you guided a customer toward the wall of potions.

You pause, most likely from the sound of the bells, and just as you turn your head, Cassian swiftly ducks out of view. He hides behind a shelf—a challenging feat given his size and stature. He folds his wings tightly against his back to make himself as small as possible. He carefully walks around your shop, stealing glances at you every time he can.

He tells himself it’s to walk off the nerves.

Much like you, your store is bathed in hues of pink as well as reds and deep purples. Shelves line the walls adorned with an array of mystical books, each tome brimming with ancient wisdom and spells of the heart. Tarot cards of all designs are on display and glittering crystals sparkle under the soft lights. They cast a warm, inviting glow over the array of potions you are still showing the customer.

Heart-shaped mirrors with gilded frames adorn one of the walls and when he catches a glimpse of himself, he hastily fixes his hair. The fluffy white cat from before pops out of nowhere, startling him. It watches him intently, as if sizing up the tall, Illyrian male before it. Had it been following him the entire time?

“Honey!” A voice cooes. 

Not yours.

He follows the voice anyway and meets the gaze of a young fae. Her skin is a soft green, intricate lines adorning her face. Dark hair, painted with bright fuchsia at the ends, seems to glow as she stares back at Cassian from behind the counter, raising her eyebrows inquisitively.

Cassian manages a small smile before quickly turning away, avoiding any further interaction. He finds himself along a back corner where rare herbs and jars of unknown substances are meticulously organized. The air there is thick with mingling scents of rose, lavender, and sandalwood, teasing his senses and lingering in his nose until he sneezes.

Loudly. Obnoxiously. He swears he hears a startled cry from one of the customers inside the shop.

His wings flare slightly, stirring the jars behind him. Eyes widening, he turns to stabilize them, only to accidentally knock over other jars with his wings. He winces at the clatter and the subsequent sound of your approaching footsteps.

˗ˏˋ ★ ★ ˏˋ˗ 

“Are you alright?”

Shards of glass scatter across the wooden floor, the moonwater inside splashing out and spreading in a widening pool that stops at your feet. But your attention is focused on the hunched over Illyrian male.

Cassian stands up straight, hints of scarlet painting his cheeks, his broad shoulders tensing. “I’m sorry. I can pay for this.”

Amusement dances in your eyes, finding this situation all too familiar. “You’ll have to take me to the moon.”

He nods, the sincerity in his expression making the corner of your lips quirk up. He has no clue over the contents he just spilled.

“Just kidding,” you say, giggling at the look of relief that flashes across his face. “It’s just moonwater. I can easily make more next full moon. We really have to stop meeting this way, though. It’s a bit too messy for my liking.”

At your words, Cassian moves to clean up the mess but you stop him by raising your hand. Pink stardust flares out from your other hand as you summon a broom. You lean it against your hip, hesitating for a bit. With a hopeful look in your eyes, you snap your fingers, bracing yourself. Just in case.

Cassian can't help but take a step back. Also just in case as he recalls the way your magic had failed in cleaning up the stain on his shirt. But much to your relief, the spilled moon-water magically disappears. "Oh, thank The Cauldron," you murmur, sweeping the glass shards into one small pile before snapping that away too.

The sigh that leaves your lips is one of great relief. You wipe at the nonexistent sweat from your forehead. With a sweet smile, you look back at Cassian.

“I’m assuming you got my gift.”

“You didn’t have to, you know. I was also joking.”

“I wasn’t." Your smile falters. "I take fashion very seriously here, General.”

Cassian looked over your pink outfit again, trying his best to ignore the flutter in his stomach at the way you said his title. “Clearly,” he replies. “How did you know where to find me?”

“Magic.” You grin up at him, waving your fingers at him in a teasing manner.

His gaze narrows skeptically and you shrug in response. “Your wings and siphons gave you away. There’s not many Illyrians here in Velaris. Just the High Lord, the Shadowsinger and the Lord of Bloodshed. And given that the High Lady was not with you and the lack of shadows around you and the way red suits you, I took an educated guess. It was easy to find you then.”

“Where’d you find the shirts?” He asks, giving into his curiosity. Though, he really wanted to ask how you knew they would fit. Not just his broad frame but his wings as well.

“Another perk of there being a few Illyrians in Velaris. I bought the shirts from a boutique up the street and then I visited a couple of tailor shops until I found the one familiar with dressing certain Illyrians. That’s why it took me a bit to get them to you. I do hope you like the third one. A little bold but I think you’d look great in it.”

Cassian’s gaze softens, touched by the lengths you went to keep your promise. “Cassian,” he says after a moment. “You can call me Cassian.”

“Okay, Cassian,” you beam, feeling a warmth spread through you at his name on your lips. “You can call me y/n, dear, spell-slingin’ sweetheart or just sweetheart. Whatever tickles your fancy.”

“Just don’t call me bewitching babe,” you add as an afterthought, nose scrunching up in a small grimace. “Or I’ll have to hex you.”

Cassian’s brows raise slightly, interest piqued, wondering how someone could ever get on your bad side. “Noted, y/n, ” he nods and you give an appreciative grin.

“I believe I also promised you a love reading, didn't I?"

You point your hand up and to the right, Cassian’s eyes following the movement to a vibrant neon sign that reads, “Love This Way.” The words are written in cursive, each letter beholding a string of small, glowing bulbs that twinkle like enchanted stars. The phrase is flanked by a trio of heart-shaped neon lights, each one pulsing and pointing toward dark, red curtains.

˗ˏˋ ★ ★ ˏˋ˗ 

Right. The reason why he came to you. Well, one of them, at least. The longer he lingers in your presence, the stronger the pull he feels towards you, blurring the line of reason. 

“Come on,” you beckon him to follow you but Cassian can’t bring himself to move. 

Sensing his hesitation, you pause, turning your head to look back at him from over your shoulder. “I don’t bite. Unless you ask me to.”

An odd yet thrilling shiver runs up Cassian’s side. His lips twitch upwards, indulging in the foreign sensation and then he’s following after you, careful to not knock anything else over.

"Can't say the same for the lovebugs that dwell in this place, though. Those sneaky little things love the element of surprise. They say it's luck if you're bitten by them. Means you've met your true love..."

As he walks behind you, he notices small altars dedicated to different aspects of love. Romantic love, self-love, platonic-love, erotic love... The flames dancing from the candles seem to burn with a life of their own, the ones from the passionate love alter swaying his direction as he walks past it.

You move gracefully, your presence as enchanting as your shop. There’s a pause in your step, the two of you reaching the dark, starry curtains. “Be a doll for me and tend to the front, will you, Moxie?” You call out, pointed ear twitching as you await a response.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Cassian hears the young fae from earlier grumble.

As you lean in close to Cassian, standing on your tip-toes, even in heels, he's reminded of just how much he towers over you. Your hair brushes against his leathers, red siphons softly glowing as he’s suddenly overwhelmed with the scent of roses and vanilla.

“She’s my little apprentice and a little upset that her spell went haywire and turned her hair fuschia instead of magenta.”

Cassian’s brows knit together. “What’s the difference?”

“I cannot believe you just said that!” You gasp in mock horror yet Cassian detects a subtle hint of sincerity in your tone.

“I can hear you, you know!”

You mouth a “whoops” to Cassian before exclaiming: “I’ll be in the back! Love you, my dearie!” 

Cassian watches in a curious, fascinated manner as you blow a kiss toward Moxie. Pink stardust glimmers and shimmers as it floats in the air, fluttering toward the young face. It meets her cheek with a small "mwah" and there's a softness on your features despite Moxie's groan that melts away at Cassian's earlier reservations.

His heart flutters in anticipation when you reach for his hand. Your fingers ghost over his wrist, sending a spark rushing through him, as you guide him forward while your other hand pushes the grand curtains back. 

“Don’t worry. This room is sound-proof,” you tell him. “Whatever you ask or speak will remain confidential. Cross my heart!”

Cassian’s eyes widen as he takes in the room that is also bathed in a palette of vibrant pinks and soft pastels. Yellow, glowing lights shaped like stars dangle from the ceiling and quotes of affirmations are framed along the walls. Two luxurious, bubblegum-pink sofas face each other, adorned with an assortment of colorful cushions in shades of turquoise, lavender, and blush. Between them, a low table draped with a velvet cloth holds an array of tarot cards, crystals, and other mystical tools, ready for the next reading.

“Have a seat,” you say, letting go of his wrist to seat yourself on the plush carpet. 

You had gestured to one of the sofas but Cassian follows after you, seating himself across from you. His large frame makes the small table look even smaller and there's a coy smile on your face. He wonders if you're thinking the same as him.

Dressed in black leathers with siphons and daggers hilted at his waist, Cassian sticks out like a sore thumb. Yet, despite his dark attire and rugged appearance, there’s an undeniable allure about him that seems to complement your ambiance.

Your eyes, wide and knowing, meet his. He swears for a moment your pupils formed a heart shape, but when he blinks, he finds them dilated into round circles. The star-shaped lights reflect in them, and he finds himself unable to look away.

“Is this your first time?”

“Yes.”

“Is there anything in particular you’d like to know?”

Yes.

“No.” 

You give him a skeptical look, sensing the lie simmering beneath his calm facade. You may just be able to hear his racing heart.  “Are you scared?”

Yes.

“No.” 

“Don’t be scared.”

“I’m not,” Cassian insists, though his heart is ringing in his ears.

Humor twinkles in your eyes as you easily see through his lie.

“I’ll go slow and talk you through it,” you say, your voice teasing yet reassuring. “I'd offer to hold your hand too, but unfortunately, I require both for this,” you add, reaching for the deck of cards. “We can do a broad reading.”

The sound of shuffling draws his gaze from your eyes to your hands. He watches, mesmerized by the fluidity of your movements. The cards seemed to whisper secrets only you can hear, the loose locks of your hair swaying gently from an invisible breeze. One card flies from your hands, and you catch it mid-air between two fingers.

You lay it before him with a raised brow. The Lovers.

"It seems you are destined for a profound connection. Something tells me it will be unexpected but undeniable.” 

A wave of relief washes over him, lifting a weight from his chest. There’s a small part of him that remains skeptical. It seemed too coincidental for you to pull that card during a love reading. The way he leaned forward slightly betrayed his doubt. 

He barely knew you, but he already found himself trusting you. There was something about you that was inherently relaxing, almost comforting—like the feeling of being at home. You sure were a master of creating a wonderful ambiance.

As you continued to lay out the cards that fly out, each one seemed to weave a story of passion and a deep bond. Cassian finds himself drawn into the narrative you’re spinning.

"Who is she?" he asks, his voice softer, more serious.

"Usually I can gather some general characteristics. I fear I'm at a blank here. But..." Your gaze narrows at the cards, studying them intently.  "She is someone who will challenge you, make you see the world differently. She'll walk you through all aspects of love. Someone who is closer than you think...” 

A shudder runs through you, those heart-shaped pupils returning for a brief moment. "You'll never feel alone again," you add, voice a mere whisper and tinged with a wistful longing.

Cassian feels a strange flutter in his chest, an unfamiliar sense of anticipation and yearning. "And when will I meet her?"

You draw the final card, lips curving into a pensive frown. “It's a little unclear. You may or may not have already met her.”

Cassian visibly relaxes, leaning backwards, his wings meeting the sofa behind him. At least it has been confirmed that there is someone for him. That's what had mattered the most to him.

His thoughts drift back to the days before in deep wondering. Could it have been the pretty fae at the bakery who had slipped an extra croissant in his order? No, she’s married... Maybe, it was the friend Emerie had brought to Valkyrie training yesterday morning…

You must sense the thoughts racing through his mind. “What’s your type?”

The question throws him off guard. He tilts his head thoughtfully. “I don’t have one.”

“What of your past lovers?”

“I fear there’s too many to recount them all. Do you remember yours?”

“It’s kind of in my nature to,” You laugh softly, a sound laced with a subtle bitterness that matches the distant look in your eyes. “There must have been important lovers in your life, though. Ones that lingered in your heart, beheld the title of something more…”

“My first girlfriend was a Valkyrie. She died in the great war.”

Your eyes glistened with sympathy and he hesitates, a mixture of contemplation and something unreadable flickering across his face before he continues. “My second girlfriend was strangely also a valkyrie. I trained her, taught her everything she knows. But it didn’t work out, she didn’t choose me…”

“It sounds like you do have a type to me,” you say, trying to lighten the situation. 

Judging by the look in your eyes, he knows you’re also familiar with the heartache that comes with past relationships. He catches the way your gaze flickers down to your soft, manicured hands, noting the fleeting light of wistfulness that crosses your features. 

You blink and suddenly your face lights up, beaming with hope. “Third time's a charm,” you remind him of the old saying and suddenly your entire face lights up, eyes beaming like a beacon of hope. You jump to your feet.

“Sizzling Cauldron!”

Cassian startles at your sudden outburst. He watches you as you begin to pace back and forth, murmuring to yourself. His ears strain to catch the words slipping from your glossy lips but he only catches “stars” and “wishes.” 

You look at him, eyes still shining bright.

“We were meant to be!”

Cassian’s heart skips a beat, his wings fluttering as he looks up at you. “What?”

“I was meant to find you–to help you find love.” You clarify, pointing a finger at him before letting out a delighted squeal. “I’ll be your wingwoman–well, wingless wingwoman, ha! This is going to be just wonderful!”

Cassian rises to his feet, watching as you continue to pace back and forth, moving your hands animatedly. He's sure you're burning a hole into the plush carpet. He looks at you in slight concern when you suddenly begin to speak in riddles, gaze flickering to the curtains behind you, contemplating if he should sneak out. Surely, you wouldn't notice in your current state...

"In a quest to help you find true love, I heed the guidance from the stars above. The Cauldron's blessing and The Mother’s gentle kiss I shall earn. And with my magic, I shall return. Once my strength begins to grow…what I seek, I too shall know!”

Cassian makes a face. “I’m not sure we’re speaking the same language here…” he trails off. But your excitement and joy are contagious.

“Help me, help you,” you clarify again, your pacing feet coming to a stop. The room seems to buzz with the energy of your determination.

You turn your body to face his, outstretching a hand. He eyes it for a moment. A jolt of energy passes between you two when he takes your hand in his, the red magic from his siphons dancing with your pink magic.

Your eyes lock, and for a moment, Cassian feels a deep, inexplicable connection.

 “So...what now? ” He asks, shaking off that feeling as he shakes your hand. It has to just be your power charming him, you're practically glowing. "Does this make us friends?"

You give his hand a squeeze, mirroring the hope that had tightened in his chest.

“The best of friends.”

a/n: Little do you know that the true love you're meant to help him find is literally you lol. I live for the irony in this. Also, hope Cas isn't too out of character. I just needed him to vibe with love witch in the beginning of this au. She's a little delulu but I hope you love it as much as I love writing it <3

Since I live for the aesthetic of this au, I put the pictures I used for inspo for love witch's shop below.

[mellowwillowy]

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬

⤷ synopsis: The Pastor has always been a man worthy of your adoration so you would obviously still adore him despite him teaching you an entirely false lesson no?

⤷ warnings — GN reader, religious themes, eldritch horror (tentacle shits), light bdsm (spanking, caning, blood), NSFW MDNI

"What does a bad, naughty sheep deserve from its shepherd?" "Th-the Shepherd's crook?" "Correct." One of his tentacles hands him the crook and he uses the hook to yank you closer toward him, "What do you say if we start it easy with a counting till' 12?"

ꕤ The Pastor has always been the man you adore and aspire to be, always so kind and generous in helping anyone while teaching them what the Pastor deems to be 'true'. You have always been nothing but a lamb of his teachings, following him as though he is your shepherd.

ꕤ The Pastor says that he shall love and guide everyone equally but is that even 'true'? When the others could only listen to him, you on the other hand are able to feel his teaching firsthand.

ꕤ The Pastor sates you from earthly desires and guides you toward the righteous path, living in virtue. Why would you ever desire when he has given you everything you could ever want?

ꕤ Gluttony? You could eat whatever you want, be it the world's most gruesome meal. Pride? You will always be respected by all the acolytes and people around you. Envy and Greed? How could you even envy when you have everything in yourself? Wrath? No one would ever incur wrath out of you, for he himself guarantees it. Sloth? You have always been there in all the ceremonies he has ever held.

ꕤ Lust? When his tentacles that are hidden beneath his robes will never fail to pleasure you? Those suckers that leave lots of marks that sign you have belonged to something?

ꕤ The confession box that serves as a place for people to confess and repent allows Caelus to forgive and purify you as his tentacles wrap themselves around your body, suckers kissing your skin as he listens to your confession. By the end of the session, he'll dictate your next course of actions

"Kneel by the altar and pray for 15 minutes while I purify you alright? You must be pure no matter what."

ꕤ You have always been the lamb of his herdings, obediently kneeling and praying while his lip roams around the nape of your neck, hand feeling your body up and down as he starts undressing you for God to witness.

ꕤ Alas he himself is the God who is witnessing everything, of how you diligently pray for forgiveness while your body trembles from excitement and anticipation. Caelus licks your neck as his tentacles start to loom out of his robes.

ꕤ It is undeniable that Caelus knows his way around your body even from the first time he lays his hand on you. It was almost as though he had long known how your body would react to every single touch he made. All felt too familiar.

ꕤ Caelus starts by kissing your ears, and nibbling your earlobes while he positions your kneeling figure. Soon, his lip trails down onto your neck and your collarbone, giving it a trail of wet kisses and hickeys.

"How do you feel, my sheep?"

You stutter out an answer that is enough to make him nod and continue on his way with you, this time his hands work their way to undress you. Caelus relentlessly binds your limbs with his tentacles, lifting you mid-air as he feels your sex, "An excited one, aren't you? One must now dwell in the temptation of sins." He chides as he flicks your sex that was clothed by your wet underwear.

ꕤ You whine at the sudden touch, your opened mouth allows the tentacle to invade your mouth, feeling how warm the insides of your mouth are. The suckers taste you as they suck your tongue and the surroundings, your moan sending vibrate toward Caelus indirectly.

Caelus starts to stroke your sex, slow and steady as he feels it throbs under his touch. He can see it clearly with how wet your underwear is, urging him to slide it down and bare your sex open for him to observe.

"How needy, I haven't done much and you are this excited already? Does it start from the moment I order you to kneel down?"

ꕤ The Pastor has always known his way around his words and you realize that he is being lenient with his teachings today, is he being solemn? That aside, he really knows how to use his mouth on you, tasting the fluid that drenches your underwear while the tentacle inside your mouth invades deeper, causing you to gag at its thickness and length.

"Pa-pas-thorh, I-, C-C-Caelus!"

Although it is supposed to be a plea for him to pull his tentacle out, it starts to sound like a pleasured whimper. Caelus chuckles as he licks your cheek upward, tasting the sweat and tears that are on your face, "Why, it seems like you are quite enjoying yourself too." He gives your sex a smack, showing you how desperate you are for a release as well. "Tell me, have you been the sheep you are? Obediently following me as I herd you toward your den? Your safe haven?"

You want to nod but you know better than to do that after confessing yourself to him in the confession box. The tentacle retreats itself to allow you to speak, "I- I have not... Pastor."

"Then, what does a bad, naughty sheep deserve from its shepherd?" You gulp, "Th-the Shepherd's crook?" Caelus smiles, "Correct." One of his tentacles hands him the crook and he uses the hook to yank you closer toward him, "What do you say if we start it easy with a counting till' 12?"

If anything you are trying not to shake your head vigorously, only swallowing the lump in your throat. Just before you can retort, he lifts you even higher, baring your thighs for him to feel and cane easily.

“Count it properly unless you want me to start it from 1 again. Here we go,” You grit your teeth hard as the crook hits your thighs, leaving a red swollen streak. “Where’s the response?” Another hit jolts you awake, “ONE-!”

“Next,” “TWO-“ “THREE-!” “F-FOUR!” This goes on until you are too pained to number it correctly, choking in tears. Caelus is merciful enough to wait for you to recover before he chides you, “Why are you not paying attention to me? I am teaching you something so important for your well-being and you do not even bother to pay attention?”

You manage to choke out a response that is rather pathetic to be considered as a reason and Caelus can only click his tongue at you as he feels your bloodied thighs, red streaks decorating them while little blood oozes out of the cut, “You were so close to grasping the lesson entirely yet you have to make me recite it for you again?”

You tremble from his words, unsure of whether it is out of fear or anticipation of what he has stored in him to show you. One of the tentacles hooks your leg up by the knee, showing him just how your sex leaks out your excitement, dirtying the altar.

“Not only are you being inattentive, you are practically disgracing the altar for your own desires. Tell me, what did I teach you about not pursuing earthly desires?” The curve of his crook is rubbed against your sex as he questions you, more tentacles start to wrap themself around you with the suckers leaving a trail of blue and purple hues.

If you think he thinks your face is comically adorable then you are right because as for now, you are showing him just how eager you are for him to thrust his cock into you. Lust. You are brimming in lust, unable to contain your arousal as proven by your leaking sex. “Bad sheep.” Caelus clicks his tongue again, caning your calf while relishing in how you choked out a gasp of pain.

It didn’t last long because Caelus has now given you what you want, pulling his cock out for you to see and drool at, hard red aching for attention. He gives it a few pumps before frotting it against your hole, his hand collecting all the leaking fluid from your sex as a lube for him to penetrate you.

“Now witness how I’m about to purify you dear. This is something I never do to anyone but my most lovely sheep.” This is what you have been waiting for, the purification that Caelus has never done to anyone but you. Your eyes rolled backward when you feel his tip entering you, his tentacles and hands keep you in place as you try to wriggle your way deeper into his cock.

“Patience, dear. Tell me, why are you indulging yourself in the idea of lusting over someone?” His gloved hands feel your bum, kneading it like dough before he makes you take his gloves off with your mouth. You diligently bite the leather and try to pull it off from his hand. Caelus chuckles at your attempt before pulling his hand off the glove and making you do the same to his other hand.

His fingers invade your mouth as he pulls your tongue out, his golden eyes gaze into yours in adoration, “God, why must you be so beautiful?” You can smell it, although his hands are clean, there is still a hint of smell of ink and old papers. Just before you can do anything, Caelus slams his cock into you completely, catching you off guard. You try to pull your tongue away from his grasp but fail horribly as he pulls you into a deep kiss instead.

Your moan is muffled by his tongue that is wrapping yours, his hips angled to hit that one spot that makes you curl your toes. You trashed against the tentacles that bind your hands until they let you go, allowing you to dig your fingernails into his toned back, leaving crescent moon shapes that threaten to cut his skin open, drawing blood out of him.

You are in dire need of air but you are also unwilling to break away from the heated kiss, hands keeping him close to you while you greedily taste him. Caelus smirks at the kiss and pinches your nipple, earning a gasp from you that allows him to break free from the kiss. He drags his thumb across the corner of his lip, wiping away the drool that is smeared on his lip.

His hands find their purchase on your hips again, holding you in place while he thrusts himself in and out into you, using you like a fleshlight. You are unsure about what he’s mumbling about but you seem to catch a few of his words.

“Mine to deflower.”

As though he is no longer the wise pastor you look up to, you now feel just how territorial he is with your whole well-being, not only a body used to chase his own pleasure but also a soul to keep him sane, proven by how you feel a pang of serenity in you again despite the idea of being fucked by the altar for God to witness.

“See this, my dear? This is the proof that you belong to me.” Caelus presses his palm on your bulged stomach, proving to you just how enormous his cock is, resting inside you. A yellow sign glows as his hand presses harder on your stomach, making you feel warm.

The tentacles invade your mouth again, unwilling to part from you while starting to spurt some sort of liquid into your mouth. Caelus’ pace picks up as well, his thrust deeper and faster while his breath grows raggier. Sweats drip down from his forehead while his tongue wet his lip from the sight of your spent-up face.

He wants you to come all over him and bless the altar with your essence and he will not stop until the deed is done.

ꕤ The Pastor is a gentle soul, his tentacles serve as a makeshift bed for you to rest while the suckers massage your sore muscles. His hand and eyes never leave you, oh how you love those Golden eyes of his with his ruffly black hair.

"Pastor, what if I am not as beautiful as the flower God loves?" You whisper out as he kisses your shoulder blade. Caelus taps his finger on your other shoulder while he hums out an answer, "You go down just like Holy Mary," he pauses to leave another kiss on your forehead, " and not just another Bloody Mary."

You cock your head in confusion, "What is that supposed to mean?" Caelus chuckles as he palms your face, "It means you are beautiful no matter what the circumstances are..." Caelus opens his mouth and bites your lower lip, "Whether you are pristine free of sins, or bathed in blood and wounds."

ꕤ Caelus has always been a man of many identities, nonetheless, he is a man who will always devote himself to you no matter what he identifies himself to be.

If you choose to run away with me, I will tickle you internally. And I see nothing wrong with that

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Overstimulation (18+)

Fortnite!Donatello x reader

A/N: Just a little something I wanted to do hehehehehehehehehe

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Cursing, sex, squirting.

“Shit, shit shit!”, you cried out, each word punctuated by the sound of the skin of your ass slapping against Donatello’s toned thighs. You leaned further onto Donnie’s desk, spots forming in your vision, as you felt another orgasm creeping up inside you, adding to the uncountable amount of highs your boyfriend had given you that evening.

Today was one of those evenings, where you and Donnie just got up to your sudden sexual adventures, with no other orcation than the fact you had the lair to yourself, and both of you felt a sudden urge to get down and dirty. So far that evening, Donnie had already had you riding him in his chair, 69’ed on his bed, fucked you with your legs over his shoulders, and now ramming you over his work desk, pushing the two of you through one orgasm after another, to the point where you juices were pretty much dripping down your shaking legs.

“Fuuuuuck”, Donnie groaned out loud, his hands grabbing a firmer grasp on your hips, angling your hips just the right way, making you fall against the table, crying out in pleasure at each thrust he delivered you. “I’ll never get enough of you”.

“Please, Donnie!”, you called out with a gasp for air, reaching behind you in order to grab onto his hand on your hip. “Please, please, please!”

Your boyfriend chuckled with a groan, watching how your legs shook under you, frantically moving underneath you, knowing that you were close. Yet his hips never stopped, his member hitting that overstimulated spot deep inside you.

“Please what, babe?”, Donnie asked with a smile in his voice, his thumbs stroking your hips. “What do you want me to do, sweetheart? Say it, and you know I’ll do it”.

You opened your mouth to answer, but no words came out of you. Only moans and loud whimpers. You wanted him to stop, yet you wanted him to continue. Your cunt was overstimulated, yet the building orgasm inside of you made you excited, wanting nothing more than to cum around your boyfriend’s thick maybe yet another time that day.

Donnie groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him. He would lie if he said he wasn’t getting addicted to that feeling, and tonight, he was at an all time high, excited for another peak to reach the two of you. And he was absolutely determined to bring you that.

“You want to cum, babe?”, Donnie asked, his breathy voice making your stomach tingle. “You want to cum, sweetheart? You can do it, baby. You’ve been so good all day”.

You were still unable to speak, your mouth still hanging open, with nothing but moans and small amounts of droplets coming out of your mouth. Yet you nodded your head, almost frantically, the cry of your moans making clear of your urgency, feeling yourself almost explode in pleasure. Your hands moving and clamming to whatever you were able to find on the desk, in order to hold on to anything, keeping you up as the world shook around you.

“Then cum for me, babe. Cum all over me. Show me how good you feel”, he groaned, his head somehow reaching even further into you, as if it didn’t already hit your sweet spot every time.

And with those words you came, and you came hard. You came loudly, falling against the table, your muscles contracting and releasing over and over again, as you came all around Donnie’s member. He had to physically hold you in place against the table, in order to make sure you didn’t fall onto the ground.

You had no idea how long your orgasm lasted. But what you did know, was that Donnie had plenty of time to cum while you did - and so he did - letting out a long and deep moan, emptying himself into you. When your amazing long orgasm finally subsided, you found yourself droopy against the table, still feeling the sky high lingering, making your body sing with pleasure and happiness.

Trying to push yourself off of the table, you whoppeled a bit, being quickly picked by your chuckling boyfriend, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close and lovingly kissing your shoulder.

“You good there?”, he asked, amusement thick in his voice.

“Mhmm”, you hummed with a big smile, leaning your head back against his shoulder, letting him slowly sway you from side to side on your shaky legs.

“Well, your mess proves it”, Donnie said, directing your attention towards the floor underneath you. You looked down, shocked to find the floor soaked. Stunned for words you just starred, not truly able to believe that was your work. Donnie noticed your shock, letting out a laugh. “I knew I would make you squirt one day”.

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feeling that way

Joel Miller x transmasc!reader

Lover boy series masterlist

Warnings/Tags/Notes: 18+. for sexual implications. reader is afab/has female genitals, no pronouns used (written with the idea of a non-binary or transmasc reader), reader wears a packer, references made to both readers cock (packer) and pussy, pet names for reader (baby, honey), Joel is really horny for reader and their cock :), Joel sucks the strap (mention), bulge worship big time, love love love, beautiful queer love actually, writer got emotional and made this too personal and not at all about Joel oops. Unedited and unbeta'd. (divider credit to cafekitsune)

Words: 1.3k~

Summary: Joel enjoys a new part of you. He loves it, in fact.

Something is different about you.

Joel feels it the moment he opens the door. He's good at that, at noticing.

You're sitting on the couch watching something on the tv, nothing unusual there. But the way you hold yourself today, even the way you sit. There's an air of confidence to you that's different than usual. A hint of something new.

It excites him. You always find new ways to excite him.

“Hey” He mutters, coming round behind the couch and leaning down to kiss the top of your head. The usual greeting, intimate and caring.

“Hey” you say back with a smile, your head falling back so you can look up at him. There’s a glint in your eyes that belies your cool air. 

You’re excited too.

“What’re you up to?” Joel mutters, a gruff chuckle leaving his mouth as he rounds the furniture and comes to sit beside you. It doesn’t take much from there to see what exactly has you acting the way you are. His eyebrow quirks, eyes looking up to meet yours then back down.

“Nothing at all” You grin back, and he understands the joy in your features now.

“Fuck, baby. It came?” He says, watching the subtle lift of your hips.

You’d been waiting for the packer for a while, Joel had insisted you go for something quality, something that would feel real for you and even though it meant a longer wait now you were glad he had done that. He’d insisted on paying for it too, ‘let me spoil you, honey’ he’d whispered in your ear when you’d confessed your desperate yearning to wear one.

It felt good to put on. So fucking good to wear. You had floated around the house in elation, a weight almost lifted off your chest at the new addition to you. Your eyes caught in every mirror, traveling down to your crotch at any opportunity. You didn’t feel like a different person, but you certainly felt like a different you.

Joel has a warm hand on you now, his eyes darkening in lust as he takes in the sight of it. Your cock is sitting just so, making a bulge in your tight jeans that he can’t possibly ignore. It makes his own twitch in need.

“Jesus Christ, baby” Joel groans, his hand rubbing lower towards the front of your jeans. Down, down, down… “How does it feel? How do you feel?”

You’re watching as his big hand skims the button of your jeans, stopping just shy of the swell of you. You barely register his words, mouth hanging slightly open, breath coming a little heavier. This is the feeling you’ve been chasing for longer than you realise, longer than you can even say.

“Feels..right” You finally whisper, something about the admittance making you shy away from his gaze momentarily. It feels like a big deal. It is a big deal to you.

Joel pinches your chin between fingers, tilting your head to look at him. Jesus, he looks desperate for it. For you. He leans in and kisses you, more tender than the kiss you expected. A kiss that says ‘I know’, ‘I’m happy for you’, ‘I’m here for you’. You have to fight back the sudden urge to cry. He’s always been supportive, always. You never expected less.

When he lets you go your head falls back against the couch as finally he makes eager contact with the bulge in your jeans. This new part of you. 

And it is a part of you. You feel it when that big hand squeezes gently. You moan for him, breath shaking.

“Looks so fucking good. Feels good too, doesn’t it?” He whispers reverently, and all you can do is nod dumbly and fucking whimper at the sight of him getting down on to his knees, his eyes bright with the wish to worship you for everything you are.

He loves everything you are.

Joel gets between your legs, already spread wider than usual and it’s making his heart hammer in his chest. He looks up at you as he pops the button of your jeans, gives you a look that's so full of desire and absolute need. He looks wrecked and he hasn’t even gotten past the layers of your clothes

“Y-yeah. So good” you murmur as he slowly pulls down the zipper, his eyes flicker from yours and back down to the peek of underwear beneath your jeans. The sound he makes then makes your cunt ache in devastating desperation. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, honey” Joel grunts out, noticing at once that you’re wearing a pair of his boxers - your favourite ones, black with a simple red design, snug against his dick and now against yours too. Your eyes meet again, yours surely glistening with a lust matching his, and the look he gives you makes you clench around nothing. Without a thought your hips cant up to connect the bulge of your cock with his palm again.

“I know, I know” Joel mutters sympathetically, keeping eye contact with you as he very intentionally lowers his head, only breaking away from your eyes when he presses his lips against the firm yet soft barely exposed front of your- his - underwear.

And fuck if your legs don’t start to shake, if your core doesn’t tighten breathtakingly as he plants open mouthed, sloppy kisses there.

“Can feel your cock. That’s your fuckin’ cock, ain’t it?” He murmurs, not moving away but turning his head, his cheek pressed against there and you want to cry again at his words, at the affirmation, at the acceptance of your needs and the love he shows for you even in this filthy moment.

“Yeah, Joel. Yeah…” You stumble out, practically dumbfounded as you watch your handsome, gruff, hardened man worship the bulge of your fake dick like it’s his favourite thing in the whole damn world.

“Say it baby” He orders, voice all grunts and groans as he deftly rubs his nose against you now.

“My cock…it’s my…fuck…”

“Yeah it is” Joel smiles up at you, such a beautiful sight, all pride and joy just for you. God, you love him you think as he moves away for a moment tapping your hip lightly to lift your ass so he can pull your jeans all the way down. He’s all but salivating at the proper sight of you filling out his underwear, both your hearts beating a matching rhythm in your chests

“Gonna let me suck it too, huh? Fill my mouth up all good?” He says, voice gravelly with wild desire that makes every part of you feel on fire - a fire you never want to put out. Let it burn forever, let it burn everything but the two of you. 

You watch rapt as he kisses up your thigh whilst his big hand experiments with squeezing your impressive package, facial hair tickling your inner thigh before he moves up again. As Joel practically worships at the altar of you his own member strains against his pants, you can tell from the way he thrusts against nothing - still on his knees, which he’ll regret a little later, hips subtly shifting every time he enthusiastically rubs his face on your crotch.

“I love it, Joel. I feel- feel like me” You finally admit out loud. 

“I know” He says back.

‘Thank you’ you whisper, though perhaps the words never make it out of your mouth before he’s drawing away, standing with a groan and knees clicking. Taking your hand in his with a squeeze and all but dragging you to the bedroom.

He takes one moment, just one, to stop in your tracks and look in your eyes. A gentle, loving, caring look that makes you feel so special. Just like he does every day.

“You’re here, baby. You’re here”

And he’s right, finally you are.