#quiet hearts and open doors
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somewhere, in another universe, iâm letting myself in your front door. you yell your greetings from a far flung nook of the house where youâre searching for something a cat ran off with. in return, i bellow my salutations and make my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. eventually you emerge, triumphant, smiling and pink cheeked, brandishing your find like a treasure before tossing it onto a dining room chair. thereâs soup on the counter that i brought from your favorite restaurant, because god knows â and so do we â that i couldnât make any worth eating. the containers remain there while we wordlessly migrate to the living room, dropping on the sofa, and automatically huddling together under a blanket. one that a friend sent for your birthday a few years back. the room isnât cold or chilly. not enough for soup or a blanket with 2019âs hyperfixation screen printed on it. but both are equally necessary. vital, even. because there is nothing else i know how to offer except wrapping around you and pressing my lips to your hair. not when i ask âhow are you? really?â and you say âi donât knowâ. or when you ask me the same question, but i bury the answer because iâm here to focus on you and the way your voice said what you werenât on the phone. not all the ways i feel woefully inadequate. in the silence that follows i compromise with the closest truth allowable. i miss you. you understand that itâs not the type of missing resolved by physical proximity, but the type thatâs only fixable by healing and recovery. by time. the type one wishes could be solved by snapping their fingers or waving a proverbial magic wand. another talent we both know i donât possess. but i can bring someone elseâs kitchen made comforts, and kiss your forehead. i can hold you as long as youâll tolerate me while i learn every way under the sun to say âi love youâ. ~ quiet hearts and open doors
#for all of the big important things i think i should be able to tell you#but can't#quiet hearts and open doors#aka i love you#but you knew that#hippo writes#hippoetry#i guess#mine#unsure how i feel about so many pieces of this#but fuck it we ball
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Okay I need to write something abt Ivy's brain overheating n starting to cook her head bc it overworks and there's no way there's enough space in her super computer brain for an efficient cooling system combined with Tim involuntarily salivating and feeling hungry when he smells burning flesh as a hold over from eating corpses during the Moon War. This is no longer a want it is a need.
#Been thinking about this for DAYS but every time I open a word doc I get so frozen with emotions abt them so I end up writing nothing#ivy alexandria#gunpowder tim#the mechanisms#I can't stop thinking about it#picturing something like Tim just chilling in Ivy's library/archives. like he's got a bad migraine and wants to take refuge in the quiet#but he's leafing through a random shelf- not really looking at the titles- as an excuse to be there.#when he smells it#a harsh scent undercuttng the stale and dusty atmosphere and rising until it is as loud and pounding as his thundering heart#logically he knows it isn't actually that strong. but it's been long since they were planetside and even longer since he had to smell that#it's all consuming. and for a long moment he stands frozen.#Stomach sunk in his chest only for Tim to be filled with horror when he realizes he's salivating.#and then all he feels filled with is disgust.#he stumbles through the shelves. Fully aware that it could only be coming from Ivy.#He's not quite sure if it's the scent that draws him or a bastardized version of concern.#Either way she's researching in the exact same spot she was when he came in. He wants to leave but she's right by the door and his own brai#is screaming at him to check for a pulse and bring her back to the microwave victim pile for harvest.#Nevermind he knows they cannot die and knows they have food and even (logically) knows he's no longer in thise lunar tunnels#nvgtdtfhvhdgchvjcv ahhhhh no thoughts head empty just this scenario
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Thinking about,,,, them,,,,,
Kel and Sunny,,,,
#not even romantically or platonically I am just... thinking about their vibes together#it's about keep knocking on your childhood friend's door even when you haven't seen him for 4 years bc he will move away#it's just get so excited surprise and happy that he actually openend that you're happy to drag him around the city to walk around#and do mundane things that are so much more interesting than when he is alone#it's to keep hanging out with him on the next day and the next#it's about the comfortable quietness when you're no afraid to speak your mind#and taking the knife away from his hands because you shouldn't fight w it DFGHJKJHGF#it's just..... aaaahhhhh idk I have *feelings* for those two#Kel helped Hero when he was at his lowest and he didn't even hesitated to be right there for Sunny as soon as he openned the door#does he see a bit of Hero in Sunny's sluggishness? on the tiredness in his eyes? does he sees his own sadness being reflected-#-right back at him?#does he think about the old days or he rather focus on the happiness of being together on the *present*?#Is it nostalgic? good? bittersweet? to realize he can still talk and have fun with Sunny without being too awkward as#as if they haven't grown apart?#Kel-show-us-more-than-just-your-good-feelings-challenge#For some reason I am extremely tired today and I have like a bunch of fics on the drafts to finish but now I can't stop rambling about them#anyway#kanene being kanene#I wonder if after knowing the truth sometimes Hero look at Sunny and wonder 'what if it was me and Kel?'#bc sometimes I THINK about it and ...... my heart.... ouch....#i need more fluff
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EXPERIENCE (m.)
könig x inexperienced!reader
tags: age gap, acquaintances to lovers, afab!reader but gn
cw: loss of virginity, cunnilingus, fingering, hand riding (hear me out), pussyjob, talking u thru it, praise, pet names (liebling, little one), size kink/difference, handjob, reassurance/encouragement kink, wet&messy, konig is uncut hehe, squirting
note: konig is in his 40s and reader is in their 20s!
;in which you live in the same building as a really hot, older, military man
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When you met König, you never expected the harmless interactions to ever evolve into anything substantial. He lived somewhere in the same apartment building as you did, though you didnât know where exactly. Most times, you would find him in the elevator or cross paths with him in the lobby.Â
You knew he was in the military, most of the people living in the building were. It was close to the nearby base and had rent for a damn good price. The way he carried himself, back straight and body seemingly always at attention gave him away.Â
He was massive, standing much taller above you with broad shoulders and thick thighs. A lot of the time he was wearing a hood over his face, mostly when he was coming or going from work â which was seemingly all the time.Â
On the few occasions that you caught him without the hood, you could tell it was him solely by his build. There was no one else in the building who looked anything like that.Â
He was handsome, in a rugged, tired kind of way. He was a lot older than you were expecting him to be â probably in his early to mid forties, you guessed. He had salt and pepper hair, fine lines etched onto his face, and stern eyes from (no doubt) many years in the military.Â
You had never properly spoken to him before. Hell, you didnât even know his name. You greeted him when you saw him and smiled in passing when you made eye contact. Occasionally, he would respond in an accented voice that you longed to ask about.Â
The event that changed everything was a fun little night out you had with your friends. You had maybe had a bit too much to drink before finally conceding at your friendsâ behest to call yourself an Uber.Â
By the time you reach your apartment building, youâre still very buzzed and starting to feel a little nauseous. You stumble to the elevator and impatiently slam your thumb on the button over and over again, losing count as you do.Â
âItâs not going to come any faster,â an accented voice drones next to you, nearly making you jump out of your skin.Â
âYou scared the shit out of me,â you wheeze, hand over your racing heart.
âYou should be more aware of your surroundings then,â he says, âEspecially when you are intoxicated.â
You huff through your nose, growing annoyed at the prospect of being lectured. The elevator grants mercy and dings before slowly opening. There's a rowdy group of men inside who quickly walk out of the elevator, seedy eyes immediately finding their way to you, scanning your body up and down as they pass by.Â
You feel that nauseous pit in your stomach twist as you finally step onto the elevator. Nothing to ruin your jovial mood from a nice evening more than a group of leering men. Living in an apartment building filled with soldiers, it wasnât unusual to have them stare at you â didnât mean you liked it.Â
You cross your arms over your chest as König steps on, the elevator creaking and groaning under his immense weight.Â
âWhat floor?â he asks softly, glancing at you over his shoulder as he stands in front of the button panel.
â3,â you mumble, leaning against the back wall. You watch him punch in the 3 but not anything else, making you raise a brow, âYou live on 3 too?â
He shakes his head but doesnât say another word. You narrow your eyes at his back, if he feels you looking, he doesnât give it away. The elevator is plunged into silence aside from the quiet sound of the shaft moving up and up until it dings and the doors slide open.Â
He steps out first, standing in the threshold to keep the door from closing as you push yourself off the wall. Your head swims for a second and you stumble past him, keenly aware of his eyes on you.Â
You wander down the hallway, glancing over your shoulder to see him slowly stalking behind you. His arms hand limply by his sides, his fists clenched into fists but he remains a respectable distance.Â
âWhy are you following me?â you ask, unable to hide the nervousness in your tone, âYou said you donât live on this floor.â
âYoung recruits are tools,â he supplies simply, âI am making sure you make it to your door without any problems.â
That causes you to hum and for a little flutter in your stomach to manifest. You brush it off and pause at your door, pulling your keys out so unlock it. You push it open and step in, letting it hit your back to keep it from closing as you turn to look at your companion.
âThank youâŠumâŠâ you clear your throat and look at him expectantly.Â
âKönig,â he supplies simply, arms tucked behind his back, making him look even wider.Â
âKönigâŠâ you repeat, feeling the words on your tongue, âInteresting name. Where are you from?â
âAustria,â he replies almost mechanically, âI will be going now.â
You donât get to say another word before heâs stalking away and down the hallway, heavy footfalls practically rumbling the ground beneath him. You slowly close your door and lean against it, hand placed over your racing heart â when did that start up?Â
You blame it on your inexperience when it comes to men. Youâd had a couple boyfriends, pretty standard for someone in their 20s. Your problem was none of them were ever good enough. The over-zealous types who wanted their dicks sucked as gratitude for paying for dinner. Then would turn around and either give you the most lackluster head of your life, barely any foreplay before trying to shove his dick into an unprepared hole.Â
You had never given them the chance, once they showed they were only interested in their own pleasure and would more than likely not even think about touching your clit or angling for your g-spot, you stopped them and kicked them out. More often than not, you woke up to a break-up text because of course you did.Â
So that was how you were still a virgin and more or less, at this point, given up on dating. Youâd been single now for the better part of 6 months and had no intentions of giving any men your own age a shot at it.Â
ButâŠyou hadnât considered an older man. Like König.Â
At that thought, you pushed yourself off the door and kicked your shoes off, intent on taking a shower to hopefully wash these drunken thoughts out of your head. So heâd been nice and walked you to your door, no questions asked, so what? Didnât make him any different from men your age.Â
As you made it to the bathroom, you felt your stomach finally churn for the final time and found your head buried in the toilet. You cursed yourself for not listening to your friends, who apparently knew your own limits better than you did.Â
The next time you see König is just a few days later. You walk into the apartmentâs gym on the ground floor, and there he is â sitting lifting weights. You pause when you see him, feeling that traitorous flutter in your chest you were sure you puked out that night you had learned his name.Â
You watch the way his biceps flex, bulging so large youâre sure not even two of your hands could wrap around the girth of it. There were some scars littering his skin, most of them white and raised from age but a few that still had that new tissue pink color. You also noticed some fading tattoos encircling his forearms. Fuck, he was hot.Â
You hung your head and scampered over to the treadmill, intent on getting your cardio up.Â
As you run, you notice a group waltz in, laughing and shoving each other. You glance over at them, rolling your eyes when some of them make eye contact and nudge their buddies. They lean in close and whisper to each other with shit eating grins on their faces and you find frustration building up so you try to ignore them.Â
âQuiet,â you hear an accented voice snap, full of authority, âYou are disturbing everyone.â
The rowdy young men quiet down immediately and clear their throats, âS-Sorry, Colonel,â one of them utters.
âColonel? Is that high ranking?â you find yourself wondering, making a mental note to look that up later.Â
Either way, König manages to make the gym peaceful once again and you finish your workout with no other hitches.Â
You grab your towel and dab at the sweat on your face and neck as you swiftly make your way out of the gym, completely unaware of the shadow following closely behind.Â
You slow to a stop at the elevator, punching the button to call it as you sip on your water bottle, mindlessly going over what else you need to do with your day. The shadow behind you remains stagnant, still and silent as it lurks behind your unsuspecting form as the elevator opens and you step on.Â
He follows, hefty weight causing the elevator to groan as usual. That gets your attention and you jump, placing a delicate hand over your racing heart just like you had before, eyes wide in shock at his appearance.
âYouâre doing it on purpose now!â you whine at him and he has to fight back a smile at it.Â
âI told you that you needed to pay more attention to your surroundings,â he replies smoothly, pressing the 3 button for you before pressing 5 for himself.Â
âHow is a guy as big as you able to be so quiet?â you ask softly, making note of the floor he lives on.Â
âYears of training,â he gives a quick response that you hum at. There is a beat of silence before he finds himself speaking again, âYou never gave me your name.â
He sees the way you look at him in surprise and he almost wishes he could rip the words from the air as soon as he says them. He doesnât want you to get the wrong idea that he actually wants to get to know you.Â
But you smile softly and give him your name with a kind nod of your head before the elevator grants him mercy and dings at the arrival on your floor.
âSee you around, König,â you say as you step off.Â
He doesnât respond.Â
Once back in the safety of your apartment, you find yourself going through the entire interaction in your head over and over again. Your heart races as you think back on him.Â
It's as youâre making dinner for yourself that you finally have the coherent thought of revelation that you may have a crush on König.Â
The revelation is almost enough to have you groaning out of frustration into the quiet sanctity of your apartment but you manage to refrain. But you canât deny you donât quite know what to do about it now. You had sworn off of men butâŠthat was men your own age. König wasâŠolder than you, surely at least 15 years your senior, possibly more. You figure it couldnât hurt to ask him out for some coffee one of these days.Â
Except, the next time you see König is almost 2 weeks later. You donât see hide nor hair of him at all. It definitely puts a damper on your confidence and you almost think your crush was just a fleeting little thing and for that youâre grateful for.Â
Until the elevator opens one day and there he is. Heâs wearing his hood but his eyes look even more exhausted than usual â beyond the general tiredness that comes with age. You carefully step on, joining him in the downward descent to the lobby. Itâs just the two of you and feel that fluttering in your chest start up again and your hands begin to sweat. You scour your brain for something to say â anything to start up a conversation after so long of not seeing him.
âHavenât seen you around,â you mutter softly. He hums softly in acknowledgement but doesnât supply much of a response beyond that, âWhere have you been?â you try again.
âDeployed,â he finally responds after several seconds of silence.Â
You canât find any way to respond or keep the conversation going but itâs sure that he has no intentions of doing so anyway. Still, it surprised you that he had been deployed, you hadnât considered that. It made sense now that you thought about it.Â
The elevator opened and you both stepped out. He walked much faster than you, beelining out of the apartment and you briefly considered letting him go but another part of you wanted to stop him and ask him out.Â
You cursed to yourself and jogged forward, calling his name. He stopped in his tracks at the sound of you calling for him. He looks down at you over his nose, a burning gaze that makes your nervousness spike. Perhaps it wasnât such a good time after all.Â
âWhat?â he snaps, clearly impatient.
âOh umâŠâ you clear your throat and slow to a stop, âN-NevermindâŠâ
He huffs through his nose and resumes storming out of the apartment. You find yourself sighing deeply, following his lead. When you get outside, heâs nowhere to be seen and you once again find yourself wondering how a man of his size is so good at not being seen.Â
A few nights later, the weekend rolls around and you find yourself standing in that damned elevator with him once again. Heâs maskless and it gives you pause before stepping on.Â
Itâs silent for a few seconds before he says, âI am sorry for the other day.â
You look up at him with wide eyes, âUmâŠwhat do you mean?â
âI was not polite towards you,â he answers, casting a soft gaze towards you that makes your heart flutter, âI took my bad mood out on you and I should not have. SoâŠI am sorry.â
âOhâŠâ you clear your throat and give him a smile, âitâs alright, König. I shouldnât have bothered you with something silly.â
He frowns at you, âSomething silly?â
âItâs nothing,â you assure him, smiling kindly at him.Â
He wants to ask you what you mean but the elevator door opens and you step out, making him realize that you reached your floor. You wave your goodbye to him as the doors close and he lets his head fall back with a sigh once heâs alone.
Yet another bad day weighed heavily on his shoulders when you came waltzing into the elevator, bright eyed and happy. His fists were clenched behind his back and he did his best to avoid looking at you, hoping you would take the hint and not speak to him like you usually did. It hadnât been but a day since he had apologized to you for making an ass of himself in the lobby and he didnât want to do the same thing so soon after.Â
But then you say something that sends it all crumbling down.
âHeyâŠâ you start, fidgeting your fingers in front of you, âWould you like to get coffee sometime? Maybe lunch?â
You ask it so sweetly and softly. For some reason, that grates on his nerves even more than anything.
âWhat?â he snaps, cold and sharp in a way that makes you visibly freeze.Â
You look up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, âUmâŠw-well, I justâŠitâsâŠI would like toâŠâ
Your nervous babbling only serves to piss him off even more as his glare narrows down on you, making you shrink in on yourself where you stand. Suddenly, the elevator feels much smaller than it had ever before â even with him filling most of the space as usual.Â
âYou want to go out with me?â he spits, his accent growing stronger with every venomous word that he canât seem to stop from spilling from his lips, âI am twice your age, what the hell makes you think I would want to date you?â
You swallow thickly around the lump forming in your throat and bite back the tears that threaten to form. He hears you sniffle and promptly snaps his head to look at you. Under the ugly, yellow light of the elevator he can see the tears trickling down your cheeks and he suddenly wants to slap himself into the next decade.Â
He wants to open his mouth so badly and apologize for being so cruel to you. He knows he could have told you no in a much softer way rather than making your feelings seem like something revolting or stupid. But the elevator doors open and youâre slipping out before he even has a chance. He decides not to chase after you.Â
Itâs for the best, he assures himself.Â
It only takes a few days before heâs vehemently regretting not stopping you then and there.Â
It happens on a Friday night, the elevators are closing just as a hand jumps between them, sending them opening again. You step on, giggling in a way that tells him youâre just a little inebriated. You freeze when you see him standing there, maskless and cold gaze as he watches you tug a young man into the elevator behind you â clearly a little drunk himself.Â
You pointedly stand in front of König, keeping your back to him to show that youâre not even willing to look at him. König feels his heart clench painfully in his chest before itâs replaced by a wash of anger as he watches the young man paw at you. He slips his hand down your back to grope at your ass, making you giggle breathlessly before youâre batting his hands away with a little bat of your lashes.Â
König wishes he had an excuse to step off the elevator at the same time as you â anything to prolong his time with you. Heâs never felt the desire to cockblock someone more in his whole entire life.Â
But he doesnât move. He just watches you step off without a single glance in his direction before youâre vanishing around the corner and the elevator doors close silently, leaving König alone with his thoughts.Â
You couldnât believe you brought this guy to your apartment. You especially couldnât believe you were letting him strip you of your clothes and paw at your body like some kind of mindless dog. You had sworn to yourself that you were not going to fall into this trap again â a 20-something year old guy buying you a drink, complimenting you a little, teasing and groping you in the club until you caved and brought him home. It wasnât your first go around â and it always ended the same way.
But you were drunk and you needed to get your mind off that stupid, giant Austrian military man that lived in your building. And wouldnât you know it, he was on the elevator as soon as you got in. It was almost enough to sober you up, your wounded pride and feelings still so prevalent even after a few days of nursing the hurt.Â
You could only hope that this would relieve you of your hurt feelings.Â
Unfortunately, you quickly realized that this was a mistake.Â
As soon as he started groping you, spreading your legs and trying to stuff his cock inside you without so much as a single finger of prep â you knew this wasnât going to happen.
You tried to lead him, thinking maybe he was a little too tipsy to actually think about it.
âHow about a little prep, hm?â you ask softly.
He pauses what heâs doing and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, âOhâŠyouâre one of thoseâŠâ
He says it in disgust and you feel yourself bristle in annoyance, âOne of what?â
âYou want me to eat you out, right?â he scoffs, rolling his eyes, âThat shitâs gross, câmon just let me stick it in, already.â It was that moment that you felt any minute desire you had to have sex evaporate.Â
You donât even bother walking the guy out, leaving him to limp to the elevator in shame with a hard cock and blue balls.
It takes you a few days to find it in yourself to crawl out of your apartment. The only reason you actually do leave is because youâre in need of food â your little supply of ramen has depleted and you have to bite the bullet.Â
After your little shopping trip at the nearby convenience store, you find yourself waiting for the elevator when a dark shadow looms over you. You feel a pit of dread in your stomach as you smell the musky, sweet scent of his cologne. But you donât dare acknowledge his presence.Â
He doesnât give you long to ignore him, however, before heâs talking to you.
âHow was your little date?â he asks, voice dripping in a tone of condescension that immediately puts you on edge.Â
âWhatâs it to you?â you hiss, still not daring to look at him.Â
He scoffs, âYou went and found yourself a little toy to play with awfully fast. Seems your interest in me wore off quickly, no?â
That gets you to finally turn around, meeting his cold, indifferent gaze with your hot, teary one. You miss the look of surprise that flashes over his face.
âWhat is your problem?â you snap, âYou rejected me, what the hell do you care what I do? And for your information, the date was shit. He was shit, like I should have expected any difference. God, I really am a fucking idiot,â you find yourself rambling, a lamenting spiel that you canât seem to stop no matter how badly you want to, âJust like every prick before him, he was selfish and revolting. I thought I could finally get fucking laid and just call it a day but no, my stupid standards are too high and I find myself asking out the hot older guy in my building only for him to find me revolting!â
By the time youâre done ranting, the doors open and you storm out of the elevator, angrily gripping your bag of groceries. König is frozen where he stands, watching you leave as the doors slowly close â almost begging him to put his hand between them and stop them so he can chase after you.Â
But he doesnât.
Itâs creeping up on midnight when thereâs a knock on your apartment door. Youâre curled up on the couch, watching some random show that you werenât really invested in but couldnât be bothered to change.Â
The knock makes you jump, startled, but get up nonetheless. A quick peek in the peephole tells you exactly who it is before you even open it.Â
You briefly consider not opening it period but find yourself opening it before you actually settle on a decision.Â
König stands in front of you, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand, looking comically small. The sight is almost enough to get you to crack a smile. Almost.
But the residual hurt from the last few interactions youâve had with him is enough to keep you stoic. You raise a brow and you practically see his confidence falter. A pang of guilt goes through you at the sight and you step aside, waving him in with a quiet huff.Â
He closes the door behind him softly, kicking his boots off as he watches you wander into the living room. You take a seat on your couch, covering yourself with your throw blanket once again as you watch him wander in, gazing around at your decor before finally settling on you.Â
âUmâŠâ He clears his throat nervously and places the flowers on your coffee table, âI think that we should talkâŠâ
âShould we?â you quip back.
He sighs, broad shoulders heaving with the movement before he takes a seat beside you, taking up a hefty amount of space on your small couch.Â
âI want to apologize,â he says softly, folding his hands in his lap, âWhen you asked me outâŠI-I should not have spoken to you like that.â
You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, âIf thatâs all this is about, König, then you can go. I-I donât really want to hear a half-assed apology about the way you rejected me. Youâre not interested, letâs just move on from it. Iâll get over it.â
He shakes his head quickly and curses under his breath, a word you donât understand â German, your brain supplies, helpfully.
âYou are wrong,â he says, âI do not want you to get over it because I am interested.â
The gets you to perk up, eyes wide, âWhat do you mean? You said youââ
âI know what I said,â he mutters, âI amâŠtwice your ageâŠâ
âSo you mentioned beforeâŠâ you reply.
âI do not thinkâŠyou should be with someone old like me,â he continues softly, âYou should be with someone your own age. That is what I thought. It is not that I donât find you attractive; I think youâre sweet and lovely. But it's justâŠour age differenceâŠâ
âKönig,â you stop him from continuing, âIâm capable of making my own decisions.â
âI understand that butâŠâ he trails off, casting a sideways glance across the room, away from you.
âIâve tried dating men my own age, König,â you say, âIt always ends the same â I send them home blue balled.â
He huffs out a laugh through his nose and finally sets his gaze back on you, âWhy do you do that?â
âI donât plan toâŠâ you begin, running your hand along the soft fabric of your blanket, âitâs just that...I bring them home and then we start getting into it and it fucking sucks!â
âSucks..?â The question is soft and drawn out.Â
âHe wants to fuck my throat and wonât even give me his fingers before trying to stick his dick in,â you spit, angrily glaring at the tv as you remember all your shit encounters, âIâve never even let one of them go all the way.â
âYouâre a virginâŠ?â he asks.
You shrug your shoulders, âI guess. I mean Iâve had shitty oral and stuff butâŠâ
âI seeâŠâ he trails off, shifting in his seat, hands still folded in his lap, âWell, I would like to take you out for a date after all.â
You find a smile spreading across your face faster than you can stop it. You jump to your knees and throw your arms around his shoulders with a squeal of happiness, âReally? You mean it?â
He laughs breathlessly, a husky little sound that makes your heart race, âDoes this weekend work for you?â
You eagerly nod your head and lean in. You catch the way his eyes widen briefly before your lips meet. You think heâs going to pull away from you but instead he cups the back of your head and deepens the kiss.Â
You feel a shiver go through you at the feeling of his big, strong hand holding you there in the kiss. You couldnât keep yourself from getting wet even if you wanted to.Â
With your hands pressed against his firm chest, you toss one leg over his lap and find yourself seated on top of him. He breaks the kiss at that, hands migrating to your waist where he mindlessly strokes his thumb over the skin exposed by the way your shirt rode up.
You lean down and kiss him again and he groans against your mouth. You grind down against him in response to the throb that makes your pussy clench around nothing. You whimper into the kiss when he suddenly stops your movements with a firm grip.Â
âWe shouldnât, liebling,â he whispers softly.
âWhy not?â you whine, settling in his lips. You briefly realize that you can feel something hard beneath you and that makes you start dripping in your panties, âDonât you want to?â
âI-I doâŠâ he assures, âI justâŠwant to properly court youâŠâ
He couldnât get any sweeter if he tried. Still, you quip back with a teasing little smile, âWow, you are a lot older than me, huh?â
You feel giddy when the sweet look in his eyes melts away into something darker. One hand clasps the back of your head before he pulls you in for a much rougher kiss. You keen as you feel the way he exudes experience â the kiss like nothing you have ever experienced before.Â
The way he moves his lips and slips his tongue into your mouth to taste your mouth, itâs not gross or too much the way it sometimes is with men who donât know what theyâre doing.you find yourself moaning into the kiss before you even realize it.Â
He pulls away at that, a heady look in his pretty, blue eyes. You find yourself briefly lamenting the loss of his mouth but that thought disappears quickly when he moves to begin peppering kisses along the length of your neck, making sure to nip at your jaw and kiss your shoulder.Â
He tugs the hem of your t-shirt down just a bit so he can have access to your collar bones, nipping and kissing there as well. Your head falls back as you surrender yourself to him completely.Â
âOh,â he coos softly, lips brushing against your ear, âYou are just so sweet for me, arenât you, little one?â
You practically whimper at his words as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, fingertips barely grazing your skin. You squirm in his lap as his touch tickles you on his way up to your breasts, skirting over your ribs before fully cupping them in his roughened palms.Â
You sigh into the quiet room, arching your back to press deeper into his hands. His thumbs graze over your nipples and you moan.Â
Sure, youâve had guys grope your tits before but it had never felt like this. The mindless squishing and squeezing was replaced with soft cupping and gentle brushes over your nipples until they hardened followed by pinches and flicks that left you absolutely dripping in your panties.
He takes mercy on you quickly, one hand sliding down your body to slide under your sweatpants and beneath your panties. Your hands grip his shoulders, blunt nails biting into them when one broad finger slides down, the sticky noise of your folds separating enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks.
âYouâre so wet,â he whispers in a tone so soft you almost think it wasnât meant for you, but then he tacks on, âDo you hear it?âÂ
âY-Yeah,â you whimper, embarrassment flooding through you at the sticky, clicking noises that come along with his prodding, âN-Never been this wet before, KönigâŠâ
That causes him to pause, blue eyes gazing at you through his eyelashes, âIs that so..?â You desperately nod your head, slowly beginning to rock your hips against his hand, but he doesnât move again and you whine, âHas anyone ever made you cum on their fingers?â
âJ-Just me,â you answer breathlessly without a second thought.Â
He hums thoughtfully and after a second, he begins moving his hand again. This time he introduces more fingers, spreading your folds apart with his index and ring so he can pet your hardened clit with his middle. The feeling makes tremors run through your body and he huffs a laugh, âI guess I will show you what it feels like then, yeah?â
He doesnât give you a moment to think let alone answer before his middle finger is sliding into you. The one digit alone is enough to stretch you, given how massive he is in whole. He crooks his finger forward and a moan rips from your chest when he hits that gooey little spot inside you.Â
âA-Another, please, König!â you beg shamelessly.
âShh,â he hushes, shaking his head, âLet me work you open on this and then you can have more.â
You practically wail in despair, letting your forehead drop forward onto his shoulder. You suddenly wish you had rid yourself of your clothes so you could see the way his hand worked against you. All you could see now was the faint movement under your pants but the mental image of that thick finger inside you, slick with your juices was enough to have you clenching desperately around him.Â
After a moment, he adds a second finger and you feel like youâre in heaven. The stretch is phenomenal and his palm bumps against your clit every time he sinks them into the last knuckle.Â
However, before he can set a rhythm to really start getting you off, he stops. You angrily lean back and glare at him â the sight has his lips quirking up.
âRide my fingers,â he orders you, leaving no room for arguing.
You can tell heâs not going to give you anything unless you take it for yourself so you sit up higher on your knees so you can have the clearance to move. Your hands remain on his shoulders, clinging to him for stability as you clumsily begin to rock your hips. The only time youâve ever done these movements is when you tried humping your pillow once after seeing it in some porn. It didnât really do much for you so you never tried again.Â
König can tell your movements are clumsy and it makes his cock throb against his thigh. He helps you along, crooking his fingers just right to grind the tips against that sweet little spot inside you. It makes you moan beautifully and he files the noise away.Â
His other hand comes up to grip your hip, steadying you as you continue to hump his fingers. Youâre growing more and more frustrated as you quickly realize that youâre not able to make it feel as good as he had earlier. The tearful little gaze you give him has him breaking, using the hand on your hip guiding you into more seamless movements.Â
âLike this, liebling,â he directs softly, âGrind down like that, mhm, give that little clit some love, yeah?â
You become increasingly breathless as you work yourself higher and higher under his expert guidance. He can feel your juices dripping down his wrist, the snug hold around his fingers growing even tighter with every little rut of your hips.Â
âYouâre so precious,â he coos, feeling the way you clench up at the sound of his voice. Your body is so honest, telling him what you like without you having to say anything, âYouâre going to cum, I can feel it. Be good and give it to me, yeah?â
You surge forward and desperately kiss him, one hand reaching down and gripping his wrist. It takes only a few more, desperate thrusts of your hips for you to topple over that edge. Your body trembles on his lap and you cry out in pleasure.Â
He moans alongside you, watching with rapt attention as you cum all over his fingers just like he told you to.
You slump against him as you come down and he pulls his hands out of your pants. He presses a kiss against your temple in silent praise, hands rubbing your back to soothe you through the aftershocks that run through your body.
You lean back and meet his gaze, an opportunity he takes to slip his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. At that, you surge forward and kiss him, running your hands down his body to pull at the button of his jeans. He grunts into your mouth, brows furrowing at the release of pressure when you tug the zipper down.
Youâre absolutely speechless when you finally pull his cock free. He watches in poorly concealed pride as you gawk at the length in your hand. You give him a slow and tedious tug, watching the foreskin roll over his head, forcing a bead of precum from the tip.Â
âYouâre soâŠbig,â you whisper breathlessly.
âI know,â he grunts, unable to hide the ebbs of pleasure you give him as you play with his cock.
âCocky,â you tease softly, continuing with your soft touches.Â
âN-Not cocky,â he whispers, licking his suddenly dry hips, âJust aware of my size.â
You drop your eyes back down to his cock, hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingers don't even touch each other when wrapped around him. Precum drips from the tip, leaking down the side to meet your palm and aid in the movements.Â
He leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. It wasnât often that he got to indulge in someone elseâs hand. Your palm was so soft, much softer than his own, and delicate in your inexperience.Â
He reaches down with one his hands, wrapping around yours to make you squeeze tighter, âJust like that, little one, thatâs how I like it.â
You could have drooled as he said it. His hand dwarfed yours and the sight made you clench around nothing, more slick leaking into your already ruined panties.Â
âLet me see you, liebling,â he whispers breathlessly, fingers hooking on the hem of your top.
You release his cock to lift your arms, letting him tug the fabric over your head. His hands are on your tits immediately, mouthing at your nipples without wasting a second.
âSo pretty,â he coos with his mouth full, rolling his tongue over your nipple before nipping the bud with his lips.
He switches to the other one, wrapping his mouth around it, sucking sharply before pulling back, taking your nipple with him before releasing it with a pop. You watch with lidded eyes as he drools all over your tits. His cock flexes and twitches against your thigh as he plays with your tits.
Suddenly, with a firm grip on your waist, your whole world flips and you find yourself on your back on the couch with König on top of you. You lick your lips at the sight of his big, broad form hovering above you, caging you in as he leans down to kiss you again.
You sigh contentedly into his mouth, threading your fingers through his short, messy hair, using the grip to pin him against you. He lets you kiss him to your heart's content, only pulling back when you need air â a string of spit connecting your lips that breaks when he leans back between your thighs.Â
His fingers took into the band of your pants, tugging them down, taking your panties with them until youâre completely bared before him. Heâs still completely clothed aside from his cock that rests against his abdomen, occasionally twitching as his eyes rake over your nude body.
âTell me, liebling,â he says, strong hands running up the length of your thighs, âHas anyone ever eaten you out?â
You clumsily nod your head.
âWas it good?â he asks, biting back a smile when you shake your head.
âGuys always think itâs gross or somethingâŠâ you whisper softly.
He hums softly, âThat is because youâve been messing with stupid little boys.â
âYou gonna eat me out, König?â you ask him, biting your lip in a poorly concealed excited grin.
âWould you like me to?â as he asks, he slowly spreads your legs open. The position causes your folds to spread apart, opening you up for his greedy eyes.
You feel your breathing speed up as he kisses down your body, starting with your lips and ending right above your clit. You feel the little bud twitch in anticipation as he tongues the skin above it, giving you a sneak peek on what is so close to it.Â
âTell me,â he says.
You whine, âY-Yes, I want you to eat me out, König!â
He chuckles softly but doesnât bother teasing you anymore. He meets your gaze and moves his tongue lower finally, sliding the flat of the muscle of your clit. You gasp and toss your head back into the cushions, eyes rolling back as he noisily slurps at your cunt.Â
âO-Oh god!â you wail, hiccuping out noises of pleasure that you canât seem to quiet.
König is in heaven. Itâs not every day that he gets the opportunity to eat such a pretty, inexperienced little cunt. Your reactions to everything are so strong and loud. Your pussy is loud too, squelching in the room, making an intoxicating melody with your moans. He moans against you, swallowing down everything your messy little pussy drools out for him.
âTh-That feels so good, König!â you sob, kicking your feet mindlessly against his back as he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling at the bud, âYouâre so good, so good, oh god!â
Never in a million years did you think being eaten out could feel this good. The mindlessly, halfhearted licks and kisses you had received in the past did nothing to prepare you for what it felt like to really have a manâs tongue on you.Â
He pulls away suddenly, giving you a moment to actually breathe, âYou taste so sweet, liebling.â
âKönigâŠâ you whimper, looking up at him with lidded eyes, âPlease, please donât stop.â
You tug at his hair and attempt to pull his mouth back down on your pussy. You donât care how pathetic and desperate it is, he has given you a taste of pleasure youâd never experienced before.
He has the audacity to laugh at you, brushing your hands away so he can sit up straight again. He scoots closer and you realize then that he is not planning to continue and it practically draws a sob out of you.Â
âWe can focus on that another time, liebling,â he promises, making you clench around nothing, more slick dribbling out for him to see, âYou are so messy, you know that? Never had someone make such a mess all over me before. You must really enjoy being eaten out, huh?â
You feel your face burn hot with shame at his words, shyly hiding your face away. He smiles softly at that, âNothing to be ashamed of, lieblingâŠI love it, I do.â
âReally?â you quiver out the question and he nods his head.
âYes, little one,â he coos, âIâm glad that I can make it feel good for you.â
You practically feel hearts in your eyes as he says that. You donât think youâve ever had a man tell you that he actually cared and enjoyed your pleasure. That was the final nail in the coffin for you â you really should have been going after older men all this time.
He disrupts your thoughts by suddenly stripping his shirt off. Your mouth goes completely dry at the sight of his bared skin â firm muscle, hair speckled all over his torso, and numerous scars from untold stories of his time in the military. You take note of the faded tattoos that become visible on his pecs and biceps; youâd always noticed the tattoos on his arms but youâd never really been given the opportunity to look.Â
âYouâre so handsome,â you whisper.
He pauses while ridding himself of his jeans and smiles, âThank you, little one.â
When heâs completely bare to you, you slowly rake your eyes down the entirety of his newly exposed body. His cock hangs heavy under its own weight, glimmering at the tip with his precum. Youâd never been with a guy who was uncut but the sight made you drool.Â
âNow, liebling,â he says suddenly, getting your attention. He scoots closer, spreading your legs as wide as he can before laying the hefty weight of his cock against your cunt. Itâs hot and throbbing and your entire body trembles at the sight, âYou have to understand something.â
âWhat..?â you ask, breathless and unable to look away from his cock.Â
âI am not like those little boys you were running around with,â he explains, hips slowly beginning to rut against you, length parting your folds and rubbing over your clit, drawing a sweet little moan from you, âI donât stick my cock in a tight little cunt and blow my load, do you know what Iâm saying?â
You shake your head, too lost in the sight and feeling of him practically fucking the outside of your pussy. He doesnât stop the mind-numbing rolls of his hips, letting you get lost in the feeling of him stroking over your clit, saturating him in your cum.Â
âThat means,â he sighs, reaching up to grip your throat, forcing you to look at him as he leaned over your body, sandwiching his cock between the two of you, âI donât cum easily, liebling. I am a grown man, I will fuck you until you cannot cum anymore. Are you prepared for that?â
The fact this man was so confident in his abilities in bed has you clenching around nothing again. You were sure the guys you almost slept with would never have been able to have the pure confidence that came from König. He knew what he was doing â he knew how to make you cum and he was going to use that experience well. You knew his age played a factor in how long it would take him to cum and you couldnât wait to experience it.
âI want it so bad, König,â you beg softly, âPlease?â
âVery good,â he praised, âYouâre so good for me.â
He finally gripped the base of his cock and you watched excitedly as he pressed the tip against your entrance. You reached down and wrapped your arms around your knees, pulling them back for him so he could comfortably begin pressing into you.
The stretch is beyond anything youâd ever felt before. You knew his cock was big but watching the bulbous tip press against you and slowly spread you wide open was something else entirely. It burned in a way that had you wincing, furrowed brows making your face pinch up, making König pause.Â
âItâs okay, little one,â he whispers, bringing a big thumb up to roll over your hard little clit, âJust relax for me, donât clench up or it will hurt more.â
âI-Itâs so big, König!â you wail helplessly, tearily staring up at him as he methodically works you open on his cock.
âI know,â he assures, still stroking your clit with the pad of his thumb, âBut you can take it.â
You tearfully nod your head and do your best to relax your body, letting yourself sink into the couch.Â
âGood, liebling, very good,â he coos, âJust let me in, nice and slow. Doesnât it feel nice? The little burn of being stretched open but the pleasure of having this pretty little clit played with? Just lay back and enjoy it, little one.â
Heâs right, of course. The burn aches, yes, but the pain and pleasure mixes the more he rubs your clit. You clench around him, an involuntary reaction that causes the head of his cock to finally pop in. Your eyes widen as you watch your cunt swallow it and with a perfectly timed tap against your clit, your back arches and youâre cumming.
âO-Oh König!â you squeal, eyes rolling back into your head as you cum around the head of his cock and nothing else.
âOh, thatâs good,â he grins, âThatâs perfect, little one.â
As you come down with a tremble in your thighs, you finally fix your gaze on him once again.His eyes are lidded and pupils are blown so wide you canât even tell theyâre blue anymore.Â
âThat looked like a good one,â he comments almost flippantly before he rolls his hips forward, âNow youâre nice and ready for me.â
You choke on a gasp as he rolls his hips forward, fitting half of his cock inside your still spasming cunt. Your cum coats him in a slick sheen that aides in allowing him to pull back and slide back in, settling on fucking you on half his cock.
Your mouth falls open and you watch as a thick, milky ring forms around that fat middle part of his shaft, âM-More, König! Please!â
He knows you want all of him, want to know what itâs like to feel all of him stuffed deep inside you. But he knows youâre not quite ready for that yet, fucked out of your head from the intense orgasm he had just given you with ease.
âNot yet, liebling,â he coos, keeping his pace slow and steady, âLetâs work you open a little bit more, yeah?â
âNo,â you whine, âPlease, I want it all, König.â
âAww, I know you do, little one,â he pants, already feeling dizzy from spearing you on his cock, âBut I know whatâs good for you, just listen to me and be good, okay?â
âOkayâŠâ you pitifully whimper, sinking back into the couch.Â
You abandon your hold on your legs, letting them rest around his hips limply now. He continues moving like that, inching deeper and deeper into you with every thrust. Your cunt makes embarrassingly loud squishing noises the move he works his hips against you.Â
Before you know it, youâre watching with wide eyes and an open mouth as his pelvis presses against yours. Your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl in pure pleasure as you finally experience the entirety of everything König has to offer.Â
Youâre speared wide open and the head knocks against your cervix painfully but the little bit of pain only makes the pleasure that much sweeter.Â
âThere we go, little one,â he coos sweetly, âIâm so proud of you, took all of my cock so well.â
Heâs so big that he presses against every sweet little spot inside you without even trying. But, oh, his experience is crystal clear in the way he moves. He may be naturally gifted with a nice, fat cock but he knew how to use it.
Seamless, rhythmic thrusts had your brain going fuzzy before you even knew what was happening. You wouldnât have been able to be quiet even if you wanted to. You knew you would be absolutely horrified to face your neighbors later because it would be impossible for them to not know you got fucked real good.Â
Suddenly, König leaned over you, resting one forearm above your head to hold his weight off of you. The position caused his pelvis against your clit every time he sunk balls deep. Sticky strings of your cum stuck to his skin but he didnât seem to even notice how wet you were.
But, oh, he did. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you creamed and gushed around him. A nice, pliant little pussy that was more than eager to swallow every inch of his cock.
The change in position had you grappling onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wailed into his shoulder. Every mind-numbing snap of his hips hit that gooey, tender spot inside you that had your entire body twitching from the pleasurable stimulation. Your nails bit into his back and he briefly thought about the prospect of his recruits seeing them.Â
âAre you going to cum for me?â he whispered in your ear, pressing a sweet kiss underneath your ear.
You nod your head, âY-Yes! Youâre gonna make me c-cum again, König!â
He chuckles under his breath, âI know I am, little one. Iâm going to make you squirt.â
âC-Canât,â you heave, twitchy legs kicking against his back.
âYes, you can,â he assures, leaning away to sit up once again, âI can make you squirt, trust me.â
The whine you emit pitches into a squeal when he presses his palm against your lower stomach. You reached down in a panic to grab his wrist, not used to the strange feeling of him pressing down while he fucks you.Â
âW-Wait!â you wail.
âWait for what?â he asks, but doesnât slow even a bit in his movements.
âF-Feels weird!â you gasp, hiccuping as you squeeze his wrist.Â
âI know,â he grunts, brows furrowing at the feeling of you clenching around him, âItâs supposed to. Just lay back and let it happen, liebling. Iâve got you.â
Your whole body trembles and your jaw drops as you meet his gaze, a look of wonder crossing your face as you feel an orgasm like youâve never felt before crash over your body. Itâs long, drawn out and almost painful from how good it feels. You squeeze tight around him, your clit twitching and pulsing, completely untouched as he makes you squirt. It splashes against his abdomen and drips down his thighs.Â
âThere we go,â he laughs, a sound that sends a flush of embarrassment to your face, âSee? I told you you could do it.â
âKönigâŠâ you slur, feeling as if youâve been fucked completely braindead.
It finally dawned on you that you would never, ever be fucked by anyone as good as König has fucked you. The first cock youâve ever been stuffed full of and he made you squirt with terrifying ease. You were completely ruined, no dick would ever be able to compare to his.Â
He sees the way your gaze turns completely enamored, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars. He grins, sharp canines poking out as he leans down again, kissing your temple.
âWhat is it, baby?â he coos, âDick so good itâs got you in love?â
You keen at the pure condescension that drips from his voice. But heâs not wrong, you can practically feel the hearts in your eyes as you gaze up at him.
You have no idea how long youâve been pinned beneath him, speared open on his cock while he fucks you absolutely stupid. You notice the change in him quite suddenly. His deep, concentrated thrust changed into something less calculated, messy almost. He loses his rhythm and falters in his pace.
âIâm going to cum, liebling,â he grunts, tone pitchy and gruff, âWhere do you want it?â
âInside!â you immediately cry, not missing a beat. He sees your eyes light up at the prospect of being filled up completely by his cum. Youâre so sure itâs going to be a lot, you want to feel it drip out of you as a reminder that he had claimed you.
âIs it safe?â he huffs, but you can feel his cock twitch inside you at the idea of cumming inside you.
You desperately nod your head and he allows himself to fall over that edge. He teeters on his knees before collapsing with his hands on either side of your head. He no longer tries to thrust, settling for desperate, deep grinds that stirs his cock within your walls. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling, another orgasm washing over you before you even realize youâre that close.
âOh, fuck,â König gasps, voice breaking as your orgasm sends him over the edge.
Youâre panting and whimpering, trembling as you feel the heat of his load filling you up. His cock twitches with every spurt of cum. Itâs the best orgasm heâs had in a long time, his balls throbbing with every pump of cum his cock spits out.Â
It oozes from around the tight seal you have around him, dripping onto the couch. Heâs trembling by the time the intense orgasm comes to an end. He opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them, to see you sleepily staring up at him with a dazed smile on your lips.
âMein GottâŠâ he huffs out, lowering his body to press his lips against yours sweetly, âThat was incredible, liebling.â
You beam under his praise and wrap your arms around his neck, âIt was, wasnât it?â
He chuckles and strokes his thumb against your cheek, âLetâs get cleaned up, yeah?â
âSounds good,â you agree.
The care he gives you afterwards is like nothing youâve ever experienced. He wipes your body down gently, careful not to rub your skin too hard. He stands with you in the shower, towering over you as he lathers your exhausted body with soap.Â
âCan we do that again sometime?â You ask softly when he crawls into bed beside you â which you were shocked about, but didnât complain.
He raises a brow and chuckles, âYes, liebling. But not right now, I could not go another round so soon.â
You giggle and snuggle into his broad chest, practically preening when he wraps you up snug against him. You sigh softly and speak up again, âCan weâŠstill go on that date..?â
Heâs quiet for a moment before you feel a kiss on the top of your head, âOf course, liebling. I would love to.â
You smile to yourself and close your eyes, content to fall asleep wrapped up in his arms. The last thing you feel before you succumb to sleep is another soft kiss against your head. You realize, sleepily, that youâve never felt more cared for by a man in your life.
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snooze - r.c.
(season 4 bf!rafe x gf!reader blurb, 4.1k words)
summary Your man works harder than anyone you know, and you couldnât love him more for it, but some mornings you just want to hold on to him a little longerâŠ
content fluff/smut, mutual mast., p in v, 18+ minors do not interact
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Rafeâs alarm rings through the large bedroom like a blaring siren, jerking you violently from the sweet sleep you were just wrapped in. He doesnât hear it at first, still sound asleep next to you, snores rumbling through his bare chest.
You blink your eyes open, the room is still dark, though the first golden rays of the sunrise creep in through the small crack in the curtains. You twist your body towards Rafe, snuggling your head into his neck, an attempt to both shield your eyes from the sunlight and get his attention, desperate for him to silence the loud alarm.
After a few seconds, he still hasnât heard it, so you reach up and gently tap his cheek.
âBaby,â you groan, cheek pressed against his shoulder. âToo loud.âÂ
Rafe takes a deep breath in, eyes still closed as he reaches his bedside table, tapping his phone screen clumsily until the sound subsides.
He settles back in, placing a quick kiss onto the top of your head as he pulls you into his side. You sigh happily, running your nails softly up and down his chest and stomach, drawing little hearts and stars on his skin. He shivers when you graze over the soft skin of his lower stomach, following his happy trail down to his waistband. You fully plan on dipping your hand below it, where heâs already twitching and firming up for you under his sweatpants, but you get distracted by the delicious deep V lines on either side of his waist. You dip your pointer finger into the valley of muscle and trace the shape down, switching to the other side and drawing back up.
He stirs when you angle your finger to scratch lightly with your manicured nail, lingering just above the band of his Calvins that peeks out from his sweats.
âThatâs so nice, baby,â he mumbles in his deep, crackling morning voice, âI love these hands.â
Rafe laces his fingers in yours with one hand, his other arm sliding under your neck and wrapping around your shoulders. He pulls you close so he can drop a sloppy kiss on your temple.
You sigh and lift your intertwined hands to place a kiss on each of his knuckles.
âMaybe you should stay home,â you suggest between kisses. âThen you can enjoy these hands all day long.â
He smiles knowingly, still not opening his eyes. You play this game every morning, trying to find ways to convince him to play hooky from work, though they never succeed. Heâs always showered and out the door by sunrise, leaving you with a cup of coffee on your nightstand and a quick kiss as you drift back to sleep.
âSounds perfect, but I have an 8 a.m. with a potential investor,â he explains.
In the quiet, Rafe starts to drift off again. You continue to stroke his chest and think of all the many enticing reasons for him to stay, but before you can list them for him, his alarm blares from his phone again.Â
You lean over him, reaching to the phone on his nightstand. He takes the opportunity to snake his hand around your waist and slide it under his big t-shirt you're wearing. His hands feel so nice on your lower back, you pause, almost forgetting what you were reaching for in the first place, until the alarm rings out again, making you both wince with its volume. You tap the screen desperately until itâs silenced.
âJust hitting snooze so we can have five more minutes,â you say, settling down over him and resting your cheek on his chest.
âLiar,â he says with a sleepy smirk. âYou turned it off.â
You fake an offended gasp, âI canât believe youâre accusing me of such deception, Rafe Cameron.â
âSo when five minutes go by and the alarm doesnât go off again, what are you gonna say then?â
âI was hoping youâd fall back to sleep by then,â you confess with a giggle, laying a soft kiss on his chest, right over his heart.
âI knew it.â
He sits up in bed, causing you to fall back onto the pillows, immediately missing his warmth. You paw at his arm as he reaches over to check the time on his phone.
âNooo,â you whine. âDonât go yet.â
He smiles down at you, leaning over to place loving kisses on the edge of your jaw and up your face, touching his lips to your temple one final time before standing from the bed.
Your vision is still fuzzy from sleep and the darkness of the room, but you follow the general shape of him as he walks to the wall of windows on the other side of the room. Heâs shirtless, the lower half of his body covered in soft gray sweats. You squirm a little under the comforter as you take him in. You didnât know it was possible to be this attracted to someone, but itâs like every day youâre with him, your body craves him more, and it makes it that much more painful when he leaves.
Rafe interrupts your reverie by lifting his arms and throwing the curtains wide open. You flinch at the bright sunlight that pours through the windows like itâs burning you.
âToo bright, Rafe!â You protest.Â
He just turns with a smug smile, his tall silhouette casting a shadow over the bed, blocking you from the blinding sun.
âIâll make you some coffee before I go,â he promises as he leaves you alone in the bedroom, pulling a pillow over your face to shield yourself from the daylight.
Itâs silly to complain when his hard work is the whole reason you can lay in this comfortable bed so late into the morning. When heâs not with you, heâs at the office, earning you all this comfort, but it still seems unfair when you want him this badly.
You used to be an early riser, but the way he lays you down every night when he gets home, fucking you hard and slow until you fall asleep clinging to him, itâs made you a whole new person. Youâd pay him twice his salary if you had it just to get him to stick around a little longer, make you feel that good again.
A devious idea comes to your brain, and you pull the covers from yourself quickly, making fast moves before he gets back.
When Rafe comes back into the room a few minutes later, he nearly spills your hot coffee all over himself at the sight that greets him.
The comforter is bundled at the end of the bed, nothing covering your body as you stretch out on the mattress. Youâve switched out his t-shirt and your baggy sweats for a silky pair of boy-short panties and a lacy bra. You're facing away from him, laying on your side, the curve of your hips and peekaboo view of your ass casting a scandalous shadow on the wall. The fabric of your panties is so flimsy, it climbs up the curve of your ass, revealing you to him as if theyâre barely there at all.
âNice try,â he shakes his head, though the small crack in his voice betrays his defiance. You know youâve got him hard and frazzled.
âHmmm?â You donât turn to look at him, instead bending your knee and sliding one leg up higher to give him an even better angle of your ass.Â
âItâs not gonna workâŠâ he insists, setting your coffee down, fully intending to turn and make his way to the walk-in closet to get dressed, yet somehow finding himself completely immobile.
âWhatâs not going to work?â You echo, feigning cluelessness in a way you know is gonna drive him mad.
âI really do have a meeting,â he continues his one-sided argument, trying desperately to convince himself. âI canât be late, itâs important.â
âOkay! Have a good day, baby,â you yawn, shifting on the sheets as if youâre just getting comfortable, hoping he doesnât see the smile youâre hiding in your pillow, obsessed with the strain in his voice that reveals his resolve is cracking.
The mattress sinks slowly under his weight, and you can feel the heat of him before he even touches your skin. His hand slides up your leg, from your ankle all the way up to your thigh, where he pauses to squeeze your flesh.Â
âYouâre gonna be late,â you let your mouth twist into a cheeky smile.Â
He huffs a defeated laugh, letting his forehead fall onto your shoulder in frustration, âyouâre killing me.â
âIâm not doing anything!â You giggle, arching your back and giving him a better glimpse at the other side of you, your nipples already pebbling in anticipation, clearly visible through your see through bra.
Rafe responds by saying your name, so low and needy itâs almost inaudible. You twist your torso just enough to meet his eyes, blinking at him sweetly through your eyelashes.
âYes?â
He doesnât respond with words, just a piercing gaze. His blue eyes are blown wide with lust as he takes you in, dragging over your body helplessly, fighting an internal battle as he plots his next move. Filthy thoughts are etched on his face, you know him well enough by now to see the gears turn behind his eyes, imagining all the things he could do to you if he stayed.
âCan I at least have a kiss before you go?â You ask, hoping the taste of your lips will tip the scales in your favor.
He canât deny you a kiss, he never does, so he leans in and meets your lips with a nod, his hand rising to softly cradle your jaw. You run your tongue so gently across his lower lip that he wonders if he imagined it. When you part your lips for him and release a small sigh, the game is over.
With another squeeze of your thigh, he pulls back from you just enough to reach his phone on the nightstand. You watch with a victorious grin as he types out a quick message, surely to his secretary, and tosses the phone somewhere on the bed.Â
âBought us an hour,â he tells you.
âOnly an hour?â You pout.
âDonât be greedy,â he teases you, shuffling behind you so he can spoon you, placing a dozen quick kisses up your arm, making you giggle in delight.
Rafeâs hand slides from your thigh to your waist, dipping to splay over your stomach so he can pull you flush against him. You sigh dreamily as he begins to suckle on your neck, leaving little pink marks everywhere his lips touch.
âWasnât that kind of an important meeting?â You ask, feeling a little guilty for potentially making him miss out on a good opportunity.
âNothingâs more important than this,â he assures you.
You let out a little whimper at his sweet words, igniting a fire in him. His hand drifts up your stomach until his palm is settled over your breast, kneading gently.Â
âOh,â you gasp. âThat feels good.âÂ
âYeah?â He drawls with a crooked grin, pausing to drag the tip of his tongue over the shell of your ear, making you shiver. âJust needed a little attention today?â
âMhm,â you nod. âNeeded you.â
His hand leaves you for a minute to fiddle with the clasp of your bra. You lift your arms up so he can slide it off and toss it somewhere on the floor of the massive master suite.
The rough skin of his palm comes back to rest over your hard nipple, the sensation is so sweet that your whole body hums with pleasure.Â
âGod youâre so soft,â he breathes over the wet spot heâs just left on your skin, âlove these tits so much.â
With that confession, he pinches your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, the pain lasting only a second before he smoothes it over with the pad of his thumb.
âRafe!â You squeak out at the sting.
He shushes you gently, lowering his mouth to pull your earlobe between his teeth, the pressure strong, but not strong enough to pull your mind from the way his hand is dropping lower on your torso towards your panties. A pool of silky arousal gathered between your legs, you rub your thighs together in search of friction as his hand continues to move maddeningly slow.
âDonât worry baby,â he coos, âgonna take good care of you like I always do.â
Your fingernails dig into the sheets in preparation when he finally reaches the band of your panties, lifting them to slide his hand in.
âYou always take such good care of me, Rafe,â you agree.
He places his other arm under your head for support, allowing you to look down at the outline of his big hand wriggling under the damp cloth of your panties. His fingers find your entrance easily, pausing outside to swirl in your wetness.
âFuck, youâre perfect,â he praises. âAlways so ready for me.â
After a few more swirls, heâs satisfied with the coating, dragging his fingers back up to your clit. He hits it right away, he could find it in a hurricane. He runs his fingers over you at the perfect angle, starting with delicate figure eights.
Your head falls forward in ecstasy, unable to form words. Rafe bends his arm at the elbow, laying his hand flat against your forehead to pull your head back into his chest, your neck arching with the stretch. The pink spots heâs left on your exposed throat have darkened nicely, giving him a chance to appreciate his handiwork. He reattaches his lips, desperate to claim you as many times as he can, hungry for you.
The sweetest, breathiest moans fall from your puffy lips, and he basks in them like the sunlight thatâs bleeding through the curtains. Heâs nibbling on your shoulder like itâs his breakfast as his fingers pick up speed on your clit.Â
Between circles and flicks, he stops to tap quickly with the tip of his middle finger, the rhythmic pressure and release has the sensitive bud pulsing. You chase his fingers pathetically with the roll of your hips, needing more. Â
As you writhe, his cloth covered cock slots between the valley of your ass, each wave of your hips grinding perfectly against his shaft. You shut your eyes tight, picturing his perfect length and the gorgeous noises he makes when he comes. You need to hear those sounds like you need air.
Your hand releases from the sheets, reaching behind you to rub the hard ridge of his dick over his sweatpants. Rafe clenches his jaw, a throaty groan vibrating through his chest and straight into your body.Â
âThis what you wanted, angel?â He asks, his tone dominant and desperate all at the same time. The perfect balance of ownership and a genuine urgency to please you.
âJust wanted you,â you confirm through labored pants, grinding yourself into his hand, âall I ever want is you.â
âOh yeah? Show me.â
No further instruction needed, your hand finally dips below his waistband, immediately finding his pulsing cock.Â
âShi-ii-t,â he shudders as you wrap your fingers around him, stroking slowly and reveling in how hard youâve made him.
You notice goosebumps rush up the arm thatâs disappearing into your panties, you realize your hands must be cold. You know heâd never complain, but you donât just want him to feel good, you want him to feel as amazing as he makes you feel.
You draw your hand back from his boxers, and he groans at your absence, nearly protesting until he sees what youâre doing. You dip your hand into your underwear, gently nudging his out of the way, and collect some of your wetness onto your own fingers. Your hand glistens in the morning sunlight when you pull it out, displaying it for him before returning your grip to his cock.
Heâs speechless. Eyes rolling back at how fucking sexy that was, desperate to ground himself before he comes too quickly in your hand. He moves his palm down from your forehead to cup your throat, not too much pressure to hurt, but enough to remind you how strong he is. You whimper, swallowing hard under his broad palm.
âJesus christ, baby,â he sputters, âyouâre my fucking dream girl.âÂ
You fall in sync, Rafe rubbing tight, firm circles over your clit, while you slide your hand up and down his shaft, pausing at the tip with each stroke to swirl your thumb in the precum heâs leaking. His knuckles flex in response to each flick of your thumb, pads of his fingers holding and releasing your neck in steady pulses.Â
You squeeze his cock as he squeezes your throat, so perfectly aligned in your drunken pleasure that you both chuckle at how unbelievable it feels. But if youâre laughing, then surely heâs not doing a good enough job. Â
He draws your clit between his fingers, rolling over and over, not pinching too hard, but just hard enough to set every nerve ending in your body on fire. You draw your knees up, your hand slowing involuntarily on his cock as you feel the familiar coil tighten in your tummy, seconds from snapping.
âI canât believe youâre real, youâre so perfect,â Rafe whispers into your shoulder, kissing you over and over.
âGonna make me come talking like that, baby,â you warn him.
âYou want that? You want me to make you come in my hand?â
âNot yet,â you choke out, so close that youâre already dreading coming down from your high. Itâs too soon, itâs not enough. No amount of him will ever be enough, but you at least need him closer. âWant you inside, need you in me.â
âAnything. Anything you want,â he swears as he pulls his hand from your core to rip your panties down your legs. You pull them off over your feet and toss them away as he removes his pants and boxers behind you.Â
The fabric finally out of the way, his dick spears into your back, somehow always so much bigger and more powerful than you remember. You pray he doesnât make you wait any longer, wriggling back onto your side so your soaked pussy is perfectly exposed to him.Â
In the soft morning light, he finally gets a good view of your slick folds, nearly busting all over your back at the sight. Heâs filled this new condo with the most expensive art he could find, but nothing comes close to the masterpiece in front of him. To him, youâre fucking priceless.
He wastes no more time, tucking a hand under your knee to angle your leg up. You take his cue, understanding each other without words as always, and brace your foot flat against his calf, propping yourself open for him.
A combination of the angle and his picture perfect memory of your walls has his tip hitting your g-spot on the very first thrust. He stretches you so sweetly, the tight fit making your brain go foggy and your mouth fall open, gasping helplessly.
âLike this?â He asks, not taunting but not really asking either, already knowing the answer to âthis how you want it?â
âNot quite,â you whisper.Â
He freezes with confusion before you reach behind you to find the hand he has braced on your hip, pulling it up and placing it back around your neck.
âThere,â you say, ânow itâs perfect.â
âHoly shit,â Rafe stammers, hips jerking forward, slamming into you a little too hard, lost in his infatuation with you.Â
At first he worries itâs too hard, but a dreamy moan rises from your throat and you encourage, âyes, yes, like that, please.â
Mouth agape in disbelief at his pure fucking luck in finding you, he obeys your plea, pulling back slow before thrusting in hard again. The hand thatâs not on your throat pushes into the mattress beneath your head, lifting himself up for leverage. He continues to fuck into you hard, pausing after each stroke to hit as deep as he can possibly get. Youâre a mess, crying out with each slap of his hips against your ass, blabbering incoherently as you clench around him.
âOhhh my god youâre so tight,â he growls through gritted teeth. ââIâm gonna come if you keep squeezing me like that. You gonna let me come inside?â
Your eyes fly open as an invisible light bulb goes off above your head, you twist to meet his eyes, his lids low and irises completely blown out with lust.
âIf I do, will you stay home?â you proposition him.
He scoffs, shaking his head in pure amusement and adoration, tongue digging into the side of his cheek in the cocky way you love. From this angle, the sharp features of his perfect face hover just inches from yours. The sheer attraction you feel makes your walls flutter around his cock, a tease of his reward if he promises to stay.
Rafe screws his eyes shut, his head falling back as you pulse around him repeatedly.
âFuck! Yes, I promise, I promise,â he cries out as he continues thrusting into you sloppily, âIâll do anything. Iâll sell my house, Iâll change my fucking name. Just ask me and Iâll do it.â
His theatrics delight you, bubbly giggles rising from your stomach as he loses himself in you. You canât remember ever loving anyone as much as you love him at this moment.
âKiss me,â you whisper, completely enamored with the man inside you.
Without a thought, he slips the hand on your throat to the back of your neck, kneading your skin as he pulls your mouth to his. Itâs not gentle, like his typical good morning kisses, itâs messy and wet and hard and completely mind numbing. You bite on his bottom lip, almost accidentally, losing your mind at the taste of him.
âB-baby,â he stutters, his hips doing the same, âcanât - fuck - Â canât wait any longer. Tell me where you want it.â
âMmmph, inside, please! Please fill me up, Rafe.â
Itâs all he needs to hear, he buries himself deeper than heâs ever been.Â
âCome with me?â he pleads.
Youâre so close, you canât even find words, nodding rapidly. He hits your g-spot one final time and you slip off the edge of the earth into uncut ecstasy.
Your eyes roll back and your toes dig into his leg, bruising his calf. His tip hits your cervix hard, hot cum pooling deep in your core, spilling out of him for longer than you thought possible. His breath is ragged and his chest heaving as his body jerks around you.
Both trembling, his arm gives out and he slumps down, curled around you. Sweaty and satisfied, you catch your breath together, Rafe still buried deep.Â
He plants wet kisses on the nape of your neck, brushing your hair out of the way and blowing gently to cool you down. You see only bright white behind your closed eyes, floating in a perfect pleasure you didnât know was possible until you met this man.
After a few moments, or possibly hours, he starts to pull out. Your hips chase his defiantly, refusing to lose his warmth again.
âNuh-uh,â you shake your head, reaching back to grab his hip and hold him in place. âYou promised.â
âI also promised to change my name, you gonna make me do that, too?â He laughs.
âMaybe.â
âOh really? What are you gonna call me?â
âI dunno,â you shrug. âHow about daddy?â
Your teasing has the intended effect, Rafe twitching inside you, already hardening again. He knows youâre just playing with him, but his mind spirals out of control at the pet name. Heâs so in love he thinks it might kill him.
Settling back into you, he reaches around the bed until his hand finds his discarded cell phone.
Your lips twist into a smirk as you hear him dial, still buried in your heat.
The dial tone rings a few times and he says, âyeah, gonna need you to clear my whole day. Something came up.â
He thanks the voice on the other line, hanging up and tossing his phone somewhere in the mountain of blankets on the floor.
âA whole day?â You ask, nestling back into his chest. âArenât you gonna lose the money from those investors?â
âProbably,â he shrugs, laying more slow kisses on your shoulder. âWorth every fucking cent.â
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jjk men coming home and finding you crying
ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji fluff and comfort
gojo satoru
you wiped your eyes quickly as you heard the door opened. you took a deep breath, making sure your voice didnât come as shaky as you said, âwelcome home, toru.â with a big grin and the usual paper bag filled with sweets on his right hand he planted a kiss on your head. âiâm home baby.â
you were just about to let out a sigh of relief when satoru suddenly knelt in front of you whoâs on the couch, blindfold off as his blue eyes stared as if seeing right through you. âwhatâs wrong?â he said softly, his knuckles brushing over your cheek with such a careful gesture. âwhat do you mean?â you tilted your head, cringing inside at the bad feign. âyou canât fool my six eyes, baby. also what kind of boyfriend iâll be if i canât even notice when my girl is sad?â
you tried to form a sentence to say as an excuse but the kisses he peppered across your face wasnât really helping. you chuckled as you whine softly, âtoruu.â the white-haired man cupped your face, a gorgeous smile on his face. âmy favorite sound, baby,â he said, kissing your lips. âtell me? pleaseeee.â you laughed once more at his emphasis at the last word. âitâs really nothing, toru.â
âi love listening to nothing. we even have some sweets here as snacks,â he said, opening the paper bag excitedly. âi think you just want an excuse to eat it at 8 pm,â you raised an eyebrow, as he grinned. ânonsense, baby. now câmere, let me hold you while you tell your story.â he put you between his legs, your back resting on his broad chest comfortably. you sighed out of wonderment, thinking how you could be so lucky, being this loved by the man.
âhere, pick whatever. this one is my favorite,â he rummaged through the bag thatâs on your lap. you looked at him with fondness as his face leaned in beside you to see better. âyeah? youâll give me your favorite?â
âthereâs nothing in the world that you canât get, baby.â he kissed the side of your face. ânow start from the very beginning.â
geto suguru
âif you thought you were doing a great job hiding those tears i have some news for you sweet girl,â getoâs voice was gentle on your ear as he wipe the wet residue underneath your eyes with the inner sleeve of his robe. âi wasnât really hiding it,â you frowned, somehow not liking the fact that he noticed your little moment of weakness. âyeah? so you were just rubbing your eyes all rough like that for no reason?â he gave you a little smile.
yeah, it was a battle you had lost from start.
he put his arms around you, rubbing your back in a soothing pattern. âwhatâs wrong baby, everything okay?â you melted right into his touch, resting your head on his chest right on the calming beating of his heart. âyeah, itâs not really a big deal,â you mumbled, your low spirit was really affecting him more than he would ever let you know. his hand kept moving as he once again kissed the side of your head, a low chuckled escaped him. âyouâre cute when you think you have a choice on telling me what had upset you.â
you laughed softly at his playfulness, knowing full well to youâll end up telling your boyfriend everything. âyouâre right. but can i tell you later?â you asked, wanting just this peaceful moment to last just a little longer as you held him tight.
ââcourse baby, got all the time in the world for you.â
nanami kento
nanami already knew that something was off when the house felt a little quiet as he arrived. and then he found you hunched over as you stood behind the kitchen counter. âhoney?â you wiped your eyes with what you thought was the speed of sound but it was clear to both of you that you had been crying. âhi ken, how was work?â you replied with a small voice, a smile nanami didnât particularly like plastered on your face; only because it seemed forced.
âoh no, weâre not breezing past it. come here my love.â and his embrace enveloped you like a dream, all warm and perfect. he stroke your hair ever so softly as he whispered sweet nothings. when you calmed down a little he sneaked a hand under your jaw, rubbing his thumb on your cheek gently, a gesture with amount of love you could only guess. âwhatâs wrong, hm?â he questioned you, his eyes shone with adoration; thereâs only you in that moment.
âiâm okay, ken. more importantly arenât you tired from work?â thereâs a deep crease between the blondâs man eyebrows he heard you say this, as if that was the most offensive thing he had ever heard from you. ââmore importantly?â there could be nothing thatâs more important than you, dear,â he said, knowing that concern was from a good place, like he was worrying over you, of course you would fuss over him who just came home from work.
âstillâŠâ you hesitated, but he kissed it out of you quickly. âwant me to prepare you a bath, love? you know i can get the perfect temperature for you,â he whispered, coaxing you. and he was right, even sometimes he would get it right more often than you. before you could even mumble out another excuse he continued. âand while you do that iâll prepare dinner, okay? iâm sure thereâre still some ingredients left to make that nice meal you like.â
âno, i couldnât possibly let you do all the work ken-â
âlove, iâm here. you can relax, okay? you always do so much for me, let me do this for you,â he reassured you, cupping your face as he trailed your cheeks with soft kisses. youâre still not convinced, as he smiled over your great concern. âdo this for me, please?â he tried once more and thereâs no way you could refuse that. you nodded, feeling another wave of tears coming out of gratitude for your boyfriend., âthank you ken, i love you so much.â
âi love you too. and when youâre ready to talk, iâm here okay? always.â
toji fushiguro
he lifted you up, your leg instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist as he grabbed both of your thighs to support you. you tighten the hold of your arms around his neck, resting your head on your shoulder, nuzzling closer to his neck; not wanting him to see your post-crying face.
he sat you on the kitchen counter, putting both of his hands on the hard surface, on either side of your body practically refraining you to run away. âwhatâs wrong pretty girl?â he asked you whoâs currently staring at the fingers on your lap as if itâs the most interesting thing in the world. he kissed your shoulder blade, intentionally lingering a little long to hopefully calm your nerves. ânothing, i guess,â you answered nonchalantly, like detaching yourself. âyouâre shit at lying babe, you know that right? look at the frown that youâre wearing right now, itâs almost touching the floor,â he said as he kissed your neck next. âmean,â you meant to frown, and you realized you were already doing that for the past hour. fine, maybe he had a point, so what?
ânah, whatâs mean is when my girl wonât even tell me what made her upset,â he said, tilting his head confidently, his big hand on your waist as he rubbed your side. the look on his face was enough to make you relent. âfine⊠youâll force it out of me sooner or later anyways,â you mumbled as he smiled, knowing that you needed a little push is all to sound your worries. âatta girl.â
âtell me all âbout it yeah? donât leave out a single detail. then maybe if youâre up for it, i can show you that i got many ways to cheer you up,â
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âhoney, iâm home.â
simon, presumed dead for the past five years, appears at your doorstep, very much alive.
the knock at the door cut through the quiet night like a knife, startling you from restless sleep. rain hammered against the windows, and the wind howled through the cracks. your heart pounded in your chest as you shuffled toward the door, dread curling deep in your stomach. no one visited at this hour. not anymore.
you hesitated at the door, hand trembling slightly on the knob. for a moment, you thought about ignoring itâletting whoever it was go unanswered. but something pulled you forward, a strange sense of familiarity, even though you couldnât place it.
when you opened the door, your breath caught in your throat.
there, standing on your doorstep, was simon.
simon stood before you, drenched from the rain, looking like a ghost dragged back from the edge of the world. his hair clung to his forehead, water dripping down his pale face, and exhaustion clung to him like a second skin. it had been five years since youâd gazed into those stormy eyesâfive years of grief, heartache, and learning how to live without him. his familiar eyes, shadowed by exhaustion and pain, locked onto yours. his clothes were soaked, his body thinner than you remembered, like he had fought every step of the way just to stand on your doorstep.
your breath hitched painfully. âwake up,â you said to yourself, heart racing. âplease⊠wake up.â
but you didnât.
âlovieâŠâ simon whispered, his voice cracked and hoarse, as if he hadnât used it for a long time. âiâm home.â
your mind swirled and shock paralyzing you. it felt like a cruel trick your mind had conjured. the world around you blurred, and your heart ached in your chest. it couldnât be real. he couldnât be here.
simonâs expression softened, and without a word, before you could react, he stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet thud. he reached for you, pulling you into his arms without hesitation, and the breath left your lungs. his grip was tight, desperate, as if holding you was the only thing keeping him grounded. his cold, rain-soaked body pressed against yours, but you didnât care.
he was here.
you froze for a moment, and then, slowly, your hands gripped the wet fabric of his jacket, your chest pressed against his. tears welled in your eyes, the disbelief crashing into a flood of emotionsârelief, anger, and love. his familiar scent, rain-soaked, earthy, and undeniably him, flooded your senses, overwhelming you.
âthey told me you were dead,â you sobbed against him, your fists clinging to his jacket as if that could keep him here. âthey said your plane crashed. that you were gone.â
you clung to him, your heart shattering in your chest. he held you as if afraid you might slip through his fingers, as if his entire world depended on you being real.
simon buried his face into your hair, holding you tighter, his breath shaky. âevery bloody day, i fought my way back for you,â he said, his voice heavy with the weight of everything heâd endured. âyou were the only reason i stayed alive.â
you sobbed harder, burying your face into his chest, your knees nearly giving out beneath you. all the years of mourning him, the endless nights spent crying yourself to sleep, the desperate ache of thinking youâd lost him foreverâall of it shattered in his arms.
but then, simonâs grip on you faltered. something had shifted in the way he held you. slowly, he pulled back just enough to look down at your hand. his thumb brushing over the bare space where your wedding ring used to sit.
his body tensed. he pulled back slightly, just enough to glance down at your hand, and his breath hitched. the wedding ring you once wore was gone.
âwhereâs your ring?â he asked, voice quiet but edged with something fragile, as if the answer might break him.
your throat tightened, guilt and sorrow clawing at your chest. âsimonâŠâ you started, voice cracking under the weight of it all.
his jaw tightened, and his gaze flicked past you. thatâs when he saw themânew photos hanging on the walls. the ones of you and him were gone, replaced by pictures of you and someone else.
it was like the air had been knocked from his lungs. his jaw clenched, shoulders sagging under the realization. his face a mask of exhaustion and heartbreak as the weight of what he was seeing sank in.
you looked away, guilt pressing down on your chest like a heavy weight. âi waitedâŠâ you whispered. âeven when they told me there wasnât a chance you were alive, i tried.â
his face didnât change, but the subtle pain and betrayal in his eyes was unmistakable. âi came back for you,â he uttered softly, almost to himself. âi told you iâd come to you.â
âi thought you were gone,â you cried, tears spilling down your cheeks. âi didnât know how to keep waiting when they told me youâd never come back.â
simonâs hand cupped your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away your tears. despite everything, his touch was tender, grounding. âi didnât survive just to be a memory, sweetheart,â he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. âi fought every day to come back to you. and if i have to fight again⊠i will.â
you leaned into him, your heart breaking and mending all at once. the years apart, the lost momentsâthey still weighed heavy, but he was here. he had kept his promise, and that was all that mattered now.
âi told you iâd come back,â he said, voice low but steady. âand iâm not going anywhere. not ever again.â
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Government Hooker - T.F.
Synopsis. With the fame and glory of being an international popstar comes the inevitable threat of an overzealous stalker. You just didnât think that it would also come with a very sexy, buff bodyguard behind your every move.
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, popstar! reader, bodyguard! Toji, unprotected, brat-taming, spanking, choking, rough oral (male + female receiving), slight enemies-to-lovers, jealousy (Tojiâs side), daddy kink, semi-public sex, manager! Nanami, creampie, power dynamics, dirty talk, stalking threats, TW. knife (brief), swearing.
Word count. 10.8k
A/N. Â WHEWWWWWWWWW need some buff bodyguard Toji in my life. Slightly inspired by The Bodyguard. Set in the Brooklyn Babyverse.
Itâs in New York that you meet Toji Fushiguro.
Pop Princessâ World Tour in Jeopardy After Stalking Threats
Dark Times for Pop Royalty: Will She Return for This Yearâs Grammy Performance?
Is It Over For The International Sensation?
âNanami, for the millionth time, do I look like I need a babysitter?â you squint at the headlines flashing across your phone screen, resisting the urge to fling it at the nearest wall.Â
Sitting right in the middle of your whirlwind dressing room, you breathe in the heady air, thick with hairspray and anticipation for the upcoming shoot. Normally, youâd preen at the stylists swarming around you - but right now, their fussing only makes it all the more difficult to drive your manager dangerously close to an aneurysm.
As expected, Nanami drones out the same rehearsed response youâve memorized word-for-word at this point. âMy apologies, but with the severity of these threats, we canât-â
âAfford to take any chances, I know I know.â Still, heart sinking, you scoff, âI understand, but 24/7 surveillance is insane. Canât I have any-â
Bang!
To your chagrin - and perhaps Nanamiâs mercy - the door flies open with a force that rattles its hinges.Â
As the bustling activity in the dressing room freezes, your eyes immediately snap to the hulking figure at the door. Expression steely and vigilant, he strides in with a presence that demands attention. You canât help but raise a brow at his audacity - and the unreal rippling of his muscles beneath that skin-tight t-shirt.Â
âSorry to interrupt, but that blue-haired freak Mojito at the front desk told me to come here.â a low rumble sweeps the room.Â
Ah, this must be the one. Gesturing your stylists away, you square your shoulders - ready for a fight. âAnd who might you beâ
âNameâs Fushiguro Toji, your new âbabysitterâ, princess.â he declares, voice gruff and unwavering over Nanamiâs tired hum of âBodyguard, he means bodyguardâ.Â
You narrow your eyes, studying the pure disinterest on his face. Great, just what you needed - you didnât claw your way to the top to be scared and controlled by some loser stalker. Tilting your head defiantly, âHmm, you donât look like much of a bodyguard.â
Tojiâs lips twitch into a sardonic smirk, gaze meeting yours with a hint of challenge, âMhm, and you donât act like much of a princess.â
You could almost hear the record screech to a halt. Everyone holding their breath, eyes locked on you as an agonizing beat of silence passes, half the room on the verge of fainting.
One. Two.
A startled laugh bursts from your lips. Shattering the tension in that dressing room as swiftly as the mirror in your stylistâs hand wouldâve had you remained quiet a second longer.Â
The audacity of this man. No oneâs ever spoken to you like that before.Â
Tojiâs grin widens at your unexpected reaction, that sinful little scar on his lips stretching in amusement. Some small, strange part of him satisfied at passing your invisible test.
âWell, look at that, didnât expect ya to have a sense of humor.â he comments, tone positively dripping with sarcasm, as if toying with you.
Plastering on that painfully saccharine sweet smile usually saved for nosy interviewers, you mockingly bat your lashes. âAnd I didnât expect to have a babysitter breathing down my neck.âÂ
âOh donât expect me to babysit, princess. I donât get paid nearly enough for that. According to that hardass manager of yours, my job is to keep you safe. Whether you like it or not.âÂ
With a dismissive wave of your hand, you turn back to your make-up artist, clearly done with this tedious conversation. âWeâll see how long that lasts. I have a knack for losing unwanted company.â
And if thereâs one thing youâve come to learn with Toji Fushiguro, itâs that you do not have a knack for losing unwanted company. Especially not him.Â
Wherever you went, Toji was there first - it didnât matter how fast you escaped, or how many hats and masks you put on. He was everywhere.
He was there when you slipped away to swap sunglasses with a passing stranger, convinced youâd outsmarted your looming bodyguard. But your triumphant laugh caught in your throat as you heard that familiar chuckle behind you - whirling around to find him sporting your ill-fitting shades with an amused glint in his eyes.
He was there during a chaotic fashion show, where you blended seamlessly amongst the flurry backstage, hoping to escape Tojiâs watchful gaze. Heart pounding, making it all the way to the elevator. Youâd barely let out a breath of relief before large hands intercept the closing doors. Towering figure stepping inside with a knowing grin, âGoing somewhere, princess?â
Hell, he was even there when you hatched a plan to ditch him on the tarmac of the bustling airport. Making a dash for your private plane, and settling into your plush seat with smug satisfaction. Ah, at least youâll have a few hours of peace until Tokyo without-
âDamn, first class is nice. Must be nice to be pretty and rich.â a low whistle causes you to groan inwardly (and outwardly).
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â you mutter under your breath, at the man seated right beside you. At this point, you half expected him to be keeping guard outside as you shower.
Toji was always there. Steadfast as ever, firm chest always blocking whatever escape plan youâve concocted. In all your years in the spotlight, youâve never felt so frustrated. The dawning realization that there was no escape matching your slowly slipping sanity as you kick off the first stop of your world tour - Tokyo.
Itâs in New York that you meet Toji Fushiguro.
Itâs in Tokyo that everything changes.Â
Electricity crackling in the air, deafening roars of your name in your ears - you stand center stage. This was where you belonged - where you felt alive.Â
Pouring your soul into your words, stage lights dance across your skin, as frantic as the adrenaline in your veins. The crowd before you was a living, breathing entity, swept away with energy and excitement.
The music swells to a crescendo as your voice carries across the arena, limelight following you spellbound.
In the intoxicating performance, you donât notice a pair of widened green eyes doing the same, goosebumps rising along his skin. Gaze fixed on you with an intensity that rivaled the spotlight itself. A silent reverie.Â
As the final notes of your song echoed through the arena you felt a rush of euphoria wash over you. Lights dimming, you draw a long breath, savoring the crackling energy onstage. A high that left you craving for more.
With a grateful smile, you bow deeply, screams and applause reverberating in your ears like thunder.Â
The cheers continue to ring in your ears as youâre whisked away, backstage buzzing with excitement and anticipation over the special guests for the VIP event. Enveloped by your team, you navigate through the labyrinthine corridors of the arena. Â
You catch Tojiâs eye from where he flanked your right, your brow raising ever-so-slightly as if silently asking, âCâmon, didnât I kill it out there?âÂ
But before you can decipher the fleeting expression on his face, the moment is shattered by a sudden commotion up front.Â
âHey, over here! Is it true there's a stalker after you? Is it to boost album sales?â
âCan you confirm the rumors that you're cozying up with Satoru from Tokyo Special Grades? The fans want answers!â
âHey! How do you respond to critics who call you a has-been? Come on, speak up!â
Youâre barely given a second to breathe before the paparazzi descend upon you like vultures. Bodies jostling urgently as rapidfire questions and incessant flashes make you see stars behind your eyes.Â
Trying to block out the swarm of questions, you close your eyes amidst the dizzying chaos, trying to find some semblance of stability.
And stability finds its way in the strong arm that wraps protectively around you, pressing you close against a sculpted chest.
Toji.
âDonâ worry, princess, Iâll get you outta here.â hot breath brushing against your ear, sending shivers creeping down your spine.Â
Pulled impossible close to his muscled frame, his steady heartbeat grounds you - while yours stutters as Tojiâs voice cuts through the clamor like a knife. âBack off, vultures. Show some respect or Iâll make sure ya regret it.âÂ
Steely gaze almost provoking - as if anyone would dare challenge the imposing, almost frightening presence in the middle of the room. The paparazzi, momentarily stunned, falter in their pursuit, allowing Toji to carve a path through the chaos.
Hands still tight around you, as youâre hastily escorted away from the chaos, you steal a glance at Tojiâs profile, illuminated by the harsh flashes of the cameras. Finding some intrusive little part of you that thrills at the raw intensity, cheeks flaring in response.
Heâs so warm.Â
You could almost cry as those gaudy VIP doors swing open, swiftly ushering you to safety. They slam shut, sealing off the cacophony outside. In the soft lounge music wafting through the air, youâre left with the nagging awareness of Tojiâs body heated against yours.
Embarrassment floods through you like a tidal wave as you register the way youâre still clinging on to him. Abruptly pushing away, you take a larger step back than was probably appropriate.Â
In the dimly lit room, you couldnât make out exactly what was twinkling in Tojiâs eyes as they flicker to you. But what you could see was that amused grin curling his lips as you uncharacteristically stumble over your words, âThank you- Uh, for the way I-â
âPrincess~!â Words choke in your throat as a flash of white and blue barrels into you, sending you reeling backward. Playful laughter ringing through the air.Â
âS-Satoru?â you stammer, caught off guard. Before youâve fully recovered, heâs pulling you into a bruising hug, nearly knocking you off your feet.Â
âHey there, gorgeous,â Satoru purrs, voice velvety as he leans in. âYou absolutely killed it out there tonight.â
âOh my gosh, Satoru! I havenât seen you in forever.â A laugh escapes your lips, though the lingering warmth from Tojiâs proximity still prickles at the edges of your consciousness. âWhat are you even doing here?â
Satoru chuckles, gaze lingering on you, âCouldnât miss the biggest concert in Tokyo since ours, duh.â His energy was infectious, and you find yourself smiling along. âThank you Satoru.âÂ
As Satoru continues to chatter animatedly about the concert, you distinctly realize that Toji has slipped into the background. Where was he? You find your eyes darting around the room in search of his familiar presence, slowly noticing the lack of Satoruâs bandmates in the process.
Your curiosity piqued, you couldnât resist teasing him. âSo, where are the rest of Tokyo Special Grades? I thought you guys were inseparableâ
He shrugs it off casually, leaning down to whisper conspiratorially âRehearsal. Donât let âem know Iâm here.â
As you titter at his antics, he gives you a playful nudge, eyes twinkling with mischief. âSoâŠsince the bandâs away, how about you and me grab a drink together?.â
Something heavy pools in your stomach as those familiar words ring in your ears, hanging in the air - you knew all too well what he meant.Â
Skin still tingling with the lingering heat of Tojiâs touch, your eyes sweep the room for him one last time. Some strange part of your heart pangs when you find that those piercing green eyes, always studying you so intently, are nowhere to be found.
âLead the way, Satoru.â
---
The world was rocking, as were Satoruâs fingers on you. Softly tracing along your collarbone, touch searing as he pushes you against the wall of your hotel room.Â
Shivers run down your spine, all the way to your heated core. Breaths mingling, a desperate hunger ignites in the air as your fingers just barely graze against the buttons of his overpriced button-up.Â
Tension reaching its peak, fingers hazily fumbling with those tedious buttons-
Bang!
You both startle as the door swings open, breaking the heady atmosphere inside. Dazed, you whirl your head towards the intruder standing at the door - Toji. Seems he had a penchant for dramatic entrances.Â
Toji stands in the doorway, his gaze dark and unreadable. Without a word, he strides into the room, narrowed eyes flickering between you and Satoru.
âWhat the hell is going on here?â Tojiâs voice is low and dangerous, cutting through the tense silence hanging in the air.
Satoru tries to play it cool, though you catch his easy smirk faltering slightly, âOh? The bodyguard, right? What brings you here, my man?â
Ignoring the question - and Satoru altogether - Toji turns to you, eyes never leaving yours. â24/7 means 24/7. As your bodyguard, I canât permit some stranger to get too close.â he asserts.
Mind still burning with lust, you feel red-hot irritation simmering beneath your skin. Fists clenching at the tone that leaves no room for argument.Â
âI donât recall signing up for a warden.â you snap, sharp and defiant.Â
Tojiâs expression remains impassive, but thereâs a glint of determination in his eyes. âIâm not here to argue, princess. My job here is just to keep you safe, princess.âÂ
You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief - this was ridiculous. âUh, newsflash, Toji. I can take care of myself just fine.â
âYou little brat-â
Before the argument can escalate further, Satoru cuts in, his voice uncharacteristically calm and conciliatory. âHey, it's okay, man. Iâll just leave,â he says, stepping away from you and raising his hands in surrender.
You shoot Satoru a look of frustration, torn between the desire for independence and for someone to fucking make you cum, and the unsettling feeling of vulnerability that Tojiâs presence somehow seems to evoke. As the door slams shut - not before a playful hum of âCall me, princess~!â - a deafening silence envelopes the room.Â
The room that now feels too small. Too hot. Thighs still quivering in anticipation.
Shit.Â
Mind racing, you donât catch the way Tojiâs gaze softens slightly, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. âIâm sorry, princess. But I canât take any chances, Iâm here to protect you.âÂ
âEnough with this âprincessâ crap.â Running a hand through your hair, you let out an exasperated sigh, trying desperately to quell the storm of emotions swirling uncomfortably inside you. âAnd protect me from what? A harmless hookup?â
âFrom whoever is sending those threats,â Toji growls. âUntil we catch them, youâre not allowed to be alone with anyone.â
Frustration reaching a boiling point, you storm up to him. âFine, then you can stay here and watch me 25/8 for all I care. But, what are you going to do about that?â each word punctuated by a hard poke to his sculpted chest, laced with defiance - but also something raw and primal.
Green eyes darkening with intensity, you watch his jaw clench in restraint. He takes a step impossibly close, the air crackling with something you couldnât name.
âYou donât get to play games with me, princess,â he warns, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.
But - as always - you refuse to back down. Heart racing, mind hazy, you stand close enough that youâre toe to toe with him. A hand reaching out to grasp his large ones, manicured nails digging into the heated skin. In one, fluid motion, you place his hand in between your skirt, heated core soaking through your thin panties.Â
âIâm not playing games, Toji.â
Before you can react, your back hits the wall. Surface cool on your heated skin. A brick-hard body is against yours, you could almost sink into him at how close he was pressed.Â
Heat rushing to your cheeks, slick gushing to your cunt, your eyes lock with Tojiâs darkened ones. He murmurs, words low and making your pussy jump in anticipation, âDidnât expect you to be so filthy, princess.â
You lean in, lips mere inches away from his, whispering seductively. âOh you have no idea.â
You didnât expect those to be the words that make him snap - then again, you didnât expect him to snap so easily either.
Tojiâs eyes widen slightly, his jaw dropping open as he processes your words. He stares at you darkly for a moment, gaze traveling over your flushed cheeks, your devilish grin, and finally settling on your heaving chest.
Toji pins your wrists above your head with one hand, the other roughly tearing your skirt off your waist. Flimsy cloth hitting the carpeted floor.Â
âHey! Those are Dolce and-â
You donât get to finish your sentence before his lips capture yours. Words catching in your throat as his tongue plunges unforgivingly into your mouth.Â
Hands groping and teasing every inch of skin they could find. Kneading your breasts through your shirt, biting down hard on your bottom lip.
A desperate whine that you definitely wouldâve been embarrassed about had you been in the right state of mind leaves your lips as something achingly hard grazes your core. Shit, you had an inkling but he was going to split you apart. Mindlessly wondering whether youâll have to cancel the photoshoot tomorrow. Hips bucking for more more more-
âPatience, princess.â he murmurs, hotly against your lips. Thick fingers slipping beneath your panties - ripping them off. You gasp as the cold air hits your cunt, thighs quivering at the neat fingernail grazing your swollen folds. âYou need to be taught a lesson first.â
Youâre not in the mood for patience. But whatever retort gets stuck on the tip of your tongue as a long finger circles your throbbing clit. Tight, urgent little circles that inch you closer and closer to insanity. âF-faster-â
âYouâll take what I give, my lilâ slut.â
âI donât have to listen to you.â
Ah, but alas - thank god for Toji Fushiguro being a merciful man. At least for the moment.
Pressing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your body, dropping to his knees with urgency of a madman. Gaze fiery fiery with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine - you were in for it.Â
Licking his lips, tongue catching on that small scar by the corner, he dives nose-deep into your needy pussy. Bed mere meters away, Toji takes you right against the wall.Â
His hungry gaze devours you just as greedily as the mouth on your cunt. âAh! Hah- Oh, Toji!â you gasp, arching into his hurried yet expert tongue. Harsh, purposeful movements that send electric shocks straight to your core.Â
âNot Toji, princess.â he murmurs, lips hot against your own. Urgently lapping at your juices, as if a man dying of thirst.
Something hot and sticky coils at your stomach - maybe at the way his tongue was crooking just right to tease your dripping entrance, bullying its way past your swollen folds. Or maybe at the way the realization has your slick beading out of your pulsing pussy.
âD-daddy?â you whimper, almost-experimentally.Â
And apparently it was the right answer, as Toji lets out a guttural groan into your snug cunt. Nose catching against your abused clit, rubbing hurried little circles. Tongue stretching out your snug walls, pooling your juices, unforgivingly dipping in and out in and out in and-
Speeding up now, his tongue has you losing your mind in ways you didnât even know were possible. âHngh- faster. Fuck me like you want it, daddy.â you whine, hips grinding further into his mouth..Â
And he lets you. In your lust-addled mind you barely have time to think about this strange act of mercy - only thinking of how close you were. So close. So fucking close. Mere moments away from shattering completely. Mind filled with only Toji and his tongue and Toji-
âDidnât think Iâd be so nice to ya, did you, princess?â
Orgasm slipping through your fingers, your crash from euphoria matches that of your heart.
Ah, Toji could cream his pants at the way your face fell so adorably as he pulled away. Delicate strings of spit and slick still connecting him to your slutty pussy.Â
âToji?â you mewl, bruised lips falling into a pretty pout that made him want to throw caution to the find and stuff you full of his cock right now. But no, he had to teach his lilâ princess a thing or two about not getting everything she wants.
âPatience, princess.â With a grin, Toji warns, voice husky and sending shivers down your spine and making you grind your hips against his lips. Before you can whine in disappointment, a sharp smack! cuts through the heady air. The sound hits you before the realization that Toji hit you.Â
A sharp slap against your ass, the impact shocking you briefly before arousal takes over. You yelp at the sting, eyes widening in surprise.
âWha-â
âCount to ten, then Iâll let you cum. You need to learn a thing or two about listening, brat.â
You stare at him defiantly, your heart pounding in your chest. A silent staredown that only makes heat pool more and more desperately at your core. Deafening need, slick dripping down your legs pathetically.
âO-one.â you whisper, voice strained with frustration and barely audible.
He watches you like a predator stalking his prey, eyes never leaving your face. Smack!
His hand connects with your ass again, a low hum of appreciation at the mewl leaving your kiss-bitten lips at the pain and filthy pleasure. Your ass stinging as much as your dripping cunt.
â...two.â
Apparently approving of your obedience, he dives back in with a low growl. Burning his face between your thighs, because fuck oxygen - breathing couldnât compare to how sweet you were on his tongue.
Lapping up your sensitive folds, scar rough against them, teasing. Edging your climax and your sanity like the merciless bastard he was. Smack!Â
âHah- ah! Two- Oh, jusâ like that-â Broken, raw moans escape your lips as he continues his torture. Ah, he loved this view. The peopleâs princess, so teary and falling apart because of him.
In the obscenity of it all, thick fingers stuff themselves in your cunt. The lack of preparation makes you squeeze around Tojiâs tongue as they pump into your sloppy hole relentlessly. In and out in and out-Â
Smack!
âTh-three- hngh-â
Purposefully missing that one spot Toji knew would have you seeing stars. You havenât earned that yet.
Blood rushes straight to his cock as you throw your head back, letting out a strangled sob. âDaddy, let me cum. Wanna cum on your tongue. Ah-â Oh, you clever minx, knew exactly what made his leaking cock throb with need. For that you get two sharp smacks on each cheek.Â
âF-four. Five.â youâre in tears at this point. Delicate little streaks down your cheeks to where Toji had his face buried in your cunt.
âThaâs right, princess.â Toji praises, voice thick with desire and sending vibrations that make your walls clench. âTell me how badly you need it.â
Body convulsing uncontrollably around his hot tongue, pushing you closer and closer to the edge - only to reel you back again. Denying you. Chipping away at your sanity bit by bit. A hand reaches to grab a fistful of his silky black locks, tugging needily - and you get punished accordingly.Â
Smack! Smack! Smack!
âE-eight! Hngh- please.âÂ
âPlease!â you moan, voice raw with need and desperation. Finally breaking for him - being pushed this far with anyone before. âPlease, let me cum. Please please wanna cum-.â Close. You were so close that it hurt.
Ever the merciful man, he forgives this little transgression. Only continuing to cup your sore cheeks possessively, hands mapping the expanse of your heated skin.
âPlease, Daddy.â you choke, a broken whisper. Now exhausted, knees weakening, itâs all you can do to not collapse on the floor, Tojiâs strong hold on your hip to control you being the only thing holding you up.
Several things happen at once. You barely even feel the final two, sharp slaps - too far gone to register anything other than the rough thumb pressing on your sensitive clit. Hard.Â
And then youâre cumming.Â
Body convulsing and bowing into him, crying out raw moans of Tojiâs name as you cream around his tongue. Your vision blurs at the edges, grip searing on Tojiâs hair, tangling in the soft strands and pulling him impossibly closer to ride out your high on his pretty face.Â
White-hot pleasure courses through your entire body, thighs quivering delicately around his face as you chase peak after peak.Â
As the stars behind your eyes disappear into nothingness, youâre left limp and boneless, held up against the wall with a single, muscled hand.
Toji - ever the gentleman, supports you with a steady arm before you slip down the wall, valiant knees finally giving out.Â
Blinking your vision back, you catch a glimpse of his achingly hard erection. Straining painfully against his trousers, a dark patch right where his thick head was. And despite your severely fucked out state, your mouth still waters.
Obviously catching your line of sight, he adjusts his uncomfortably tight pants. Steering your still-lustfully delirious self to the bed. âYou were such a good girl fâme, princess. Letâs stay that way, hm?â
You blink up at him, confusion clouding your mind. Did he just compliment you? You must be mistaken.Â
But as you look into his eyes, you see a genuine twinkle of fondness mixed in with the desire that makes your skin burn. A heady combination. One that makes your mind spin, even as youâre carefully placed on the soft bed. Even as he swiftly closes the door with a low whisper of âRest now, youâve got a busy day tomorrow.â leaving no room for argument.
Sinking into the soft mattress, a strange surge of euphoria rushes through you as you realize two things:
Nothing would ever be the same.Â
It was going to be your personal challenge to make Toji Fushiguro crack.Â
Heart racing, feet thumping tersely against the plush carpet, for perhaps the first time in years, Fushiguro Toji is taken aback. The heavenly sight of you falling apart underneath him searing into his brain. Something coiling uncomfortably in his stomach, rushing all the way to his throbbing dick. But, right now, the only thing heâs thinking of being to fucking find somewhere to fuck his fist to the memory.
---
Your third night in Tokyo was a whirlwind of lights and camera flashes. And yet, in the midst of it all you still escaped - this time with Toji - claiming âsecurity talksâ. Pulling him into an abandoned green room, your glossy lips capture his with searing passion. Pulling away teasingly, breathless, only once you were sure youâd kissed him silly and achingly hard. And promptly skipping away to bother your make-up artist.
Ah, yet the stubborn bastard still didnât crack.
Itâs in Melbourne where you learned that Toji was much more than just a bodyguard. Finally bothering him enough to join you out rather than shadow you for the first time. Dragging him to a tiny karaoke booth tucked away in a dimly lit corner of town, belting out your favorite tunes to him while he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. And if you caught a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, well, neither of you said anything.Â
Your glittering heels were placed teasingly in his lap, chattering away as he drove you two back, your favorite pastime as of late. A silent dare, almost goading. His steely gaze trained on the bustling road and that one annoying blue car trying to swerve him.Â
âSo, Toji, in your military stint ever tried to sneak away incognito but wear a disguise so bad you end up on the front page?â
He chuckles, eyes flickering down at your feet resting comfortably on him. âCanât say I have, but I once mistook a high-ranking officer for a recruit. Had him doing push-ups before I realized my mistake.â
You burst into laughter, sound echoing in the car. Feet brushing against him right there - just a little accident, right?
But it takes until Paris for you two to break.
In the chic confines of your favorite studio in Nanterre, the scent of freshly brewed coffee heavy in the air, you find yourself chattering away on call with Gojo Satoru. His voice crackling through the speaker amidst the glow of studio lights.
âThat beat you sent is pure magic, Satoru. Itâs perfect!â you hum, excitement bubbling in your voice as you bob your head to the soft music playing in the background.Â
Satoruâs response is immediate, enthusiasm matching yours, âSee, what did I tell ya. Canât wait to see what youâll come up with. You sure I get no sneak peaks for this secret lilâ project of yours?â
âAbsolutely not.â
âThought so, but anyway, howâs the City of Love been treating you, darling?â he teases.
You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully, âPlease, Satoru. You know Iâm too busy dodging Toji for any of that.â
Satoru chuckles knowingly on the other end of the line, âAh yes. From what happened last time, I imagine heâs been a welcome distraction, huh? Hey, is his dick really as big as his BDE is?â
âOh fuck off.â you scoff, heat rising to your cheeks. âAnd for that, Iâm leaving.âÂ
Swiftly ending the call, you cut off Satoruâs protests. Slight embarrassment coursing through your veins at how apparently obvious you two had been. A strange pang of longing flickers in your chest as you realize you havenât seen Toji all day - Nanami mentioned something about a security briefing for your closely upcoming Grammy performance.
You sigh at the irony of the situation - just when you thought you got that freedom youâd been yearning for so long, you find yourself wanting for that musclehead presence even more.Â
Shaking your head, you turn back to your mixing console, ready to throw yourself into the music once more. Yet before you could, your phone buzzes with a new notification. A quick glance reveals that familiar contact name and a series of messages that have your cheeks flaring once more.Â
Blind rat #4 đ§żđ§ż:
You better not block me for this but is this secret project for that bodyguard? You whipped WHORE~~
LMAO JKJK IK you donât write songs about other people.
UnlessâŠ
As that block button was tapped, itâs said that Satoruâs piercing shriek echoed across in all 23 wards of Tokyo - making the people fear an oncoming Godzilla attack.
âDamn Satoru.â you grumble, tossing your phone onto the leather sofa in the corner. âAlways saying stupid thi-â
But as you turn around, your breath catches in your throat. There, standing in the doorway, is Toji. His presence filling the space, commanding attention with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.
âToji?â you breathe, surprise mingling with a rush of conflicting emotions. âI didnât expect the briefing to end so soon-â
âWhatâs this about that brat Satoru, princess?â he murmurs, voice low and gravelly.Â
He raises his head to meet your gaze, and a jolt of electricity runs through your body. Oh, those eyes. Your skin feels heated in the crackling air. âNothing.â you reply - almost suspiciously quickly - the words tumbling out in a rush, âJust Satoru being...well, Satoru.â
Tojiâs lips twitch in a semblance of a smile, a hint of amusement glinting in his eyes among that carnal look. âI see,â he murmurs, taking a step closer to you. You have half the mind to step back - but why would you ever.
âYâknow, I didnât think you still talk with that white-haired clown.â his minty breath fans your face, darkened eyes searching yours. And you can see the question forming in them before he even asks. âYou still plan on fuckinâ him when you go back to Tokyo?â
And usually youâd bristle. Usually, that hardened part of you that never takes shit would rear her head and give Toji an earful. Usually. But right now, a dangerous idea was taking root in your head.Â
Heat rushing to your core at the look in his eyes that said he wanted to devour you alive, you simply tilt your head coyly.Â
âSo what?â A smirk playing on your lips, âGonna do something about it, daddy? Or are you just gonna leave me all hot and bothered like you have-â
Your back hits the leather sofa before you even realize what is happening.Â
Bouncing at the sheer force of his throw, you let out a yelp of surprise. Skirt riding up, legs splaying out so sinfully for him.Â
The cushion dips as he looms closer, approaching you unhurriedly like a predatory closing in on its prey. A dangerous little smirk playing on your lips, you spread your legs wider, inviting him in. A carnal part of you relishing in the way his eyes canât seem to decide between your soaked panties and the way you bite your lips so coyly.
âIf youâre that desperate, then youâre gonna get it, my lilâ slutâÂ
Heâs on top of you now, tongue hot against your neck, leaving heated, open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. You yelp as sharp teeth dig into the soft skin. Hands exploring every inch of you, desperate for more - and youâre no better.
Sharp nails digging into that sinfully tight t-shirt, all but tearing it to shreds. Your mouth waters as it hits the floor, Tojiâs chiseled body on full display. Your eyes greedily take in every curve and dip, hands reaching out to grope the toned skin. Pulling. Teasing. Not enough time in the world to savor the Adonis that was Toji Fushiguro.
His hands were pulling up your shirt haphazardly. Bunching your panties with two fingers, pulling down down down till your cunt was bare and spread open so shamefully for him. âShit, so wet nâ ready. This for me or that brat, huh?â he grunts cruelly, lowering himself beside you to murmur in your ear.
âNow, on your knees, princess. Be a good lilâ slut for me and donât make me wait.â breath hot against your ears, making you shudder so sinfully. It made him want to eat you alive.
You consider disobeying him, just to face his delicious punishment. But that predatory look in his eyes has you immediately dropping to the ground in front of him.
Your hungry gaze takes in the heavenly sight before you. Legs spread, eyes half-lidded, pants pulled down just enough so that his heavy, leaking cock bobbing enticingly in the air.Â
Eyes widening, your cunt clenches in both fear and anticipation. Shit, maybe this was why he was holding back.Â
He was big. Ridiculously big, and rock-hard. Furiously red with thick veins running down the side, glistening with precum.
âCâmon now, if youâre gonna act like such a slut then learn to take it like one, princess.â Saliva pools on your tongue, warm as it hits Tojiâs thick tip, achingly hard. A carnal part of you relishes in the low hiss that leaves him.Â
Your tongue snakes out, unable to hold yourself back any longer. Swiping at the droplets of precum pooling on his tip. The sinfully salty taste explodes on your tongue, sending shocks of pleasure right to your cunt.
You feel his intense gaze on you as your mouth wraps around his thick head, inching down slowly. Stretching your lips obscenely, filling you up in ways you never thought were possible.Â
Your breath gets caught in your throat as he pulses in your throat. It was overwhelming and everything you wanted to be doing right now.
Ah, but you shouldâve known by now. Shouldâve realized as your teary eyes look up to meet the dangerous glint in his.Â
With a feral groan, his hips thrust forward. You were too slow.Â
Hardening impossibly at the way you choke and gag around him, tears springing to your eyes. Using you in a way that was so debauched. âHah- Fuck. love it when you sing, princess, but you look better choking on my cock.â
Your nose was buried in his pubic hair now, wet with saliva and precum. His heady, masculine scent filling your senses. Tojiâs thrusts were jerky, desperate.Â
Grip searing on your scalp, Toji uses it as leverage as he fucks your face till his tip hits your poor, abused throat. Moving you up and down on his cock with mindless need, hips rutting with reckless abandon.
Yet, you wanted more. Needed more. More more more. You wanted to feel him deep inside you, splitting you open, making you come harder than you ever thought possible.
And youâre guessing it showed on your dazed eyes. Because a broken, dangerous laugh leaves him. His grip on your hair intensifies, pulling your head back roughly until your eyes water. âMore? You want fucking more? Then prove it.âÂ
Tojiâs thrusts increase in speed, his raspy grunts becoming louder and louder as he rams his cock deeper into your mouth, your pussy throbbing in response.
You moan around his erection, unable to form coherent sentences due to his length stretching your throat.Â
Without hesitation, you reach up and grab his balls, massaging them firmly as you suck him deeper. Pressing right in between that one spot you knew would make him see stars. Pressing tight little circles. Over and over-
An appreciative groan leaving him, Tojiâs thrusts become erratic. Movements growing frantic. âFuck, Fuck, princess, you're going to be the death of me,â he curses, his voice strained.
You rub your thighs together desperately, relaxing your throat more, refusing to let go. Desperate to taste him, to experience the blissful agony of his seed painting your mouth. But when has Toji ever let you have your way? Never, thatâs when.
Instead, he yanks your head back, pulling you off his cock with a rough, almost cruel motion. Your lips pop free, leaving his sensitive head exposed to the cool air. Gasping for breath, your chest heaves as you try to regain your composure.
Before you can even register what's happening, Toji pulls you into him, forcing you on your hands and knees. Large hands grasp your waist, holding you firmly in place. âFace down, ass up. Youâre going to take it like a good little slut.â
Delicious goosebumps erupt down your spine. Licking a long, languid stripe down your back along them as you position yourself before him, Toji couldnât help but huff out a dangerous laugh at your sinful gasp.
Mouth watering at your glistening cunt, clenching so pathetically around nothing, Toji pools your juices on two of his fingers. Promptly pushing them into his mouth with a lewd pop! groaning at his favorite taste. âNext time, Iâm gonna eat out your pretty lilâ cunt while you suck on my cock, princess.â
âPlease, daddy. Anything.â
Fingers circling your wet entrance, your words were music to Tojiâs ears. Music that mingles with your needy, disappointed whine as he abruptly pulls away. But that doesnât last too long - with low hiss, he buries his throbbing cock into your dripping cunt with almost no preparation. Â
You keen at the stretch as he presses in - deliciously painful, boderling insane, and exactly what you wanted right now. Splitting you apart on his throbbing cock.Â
Toji was hot and throbbing agonizingly inside you, each little bump bump bump sending white-hot pleasure down your spine.
âAh- are- are you all the way in, daddy?â he hears you whimper, voice tinged with helpless desperation. Huffing out a laugh, Tojiâs greedy gaze catches on the obscene sight of you sucking him up so sinfully below. âNot even close, princess.â
Pushing in shallow, determined little thrusts that have your hot cunt enveloping him deeper and deeper. Cock hardening impossibly at the soft ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time he rams into you. If you wanted it so bad, you were going to get all of it. A hoarse groan leaves him as his heavy balls meet your twitching folds, fat tip kissing your cervix - finally bottoming out.Â
Now, Toji knows heâs big - takes pride in it, in fact. But heâs never been more proud of the fact than right now, hungry gaze taking up the way your eyes widen in shock, snug walls clenching down with the struggle to accommodate him.Â
âYou alright, princess?â he taunts, voice thick with satisfaction as he watches your face twist with a mix of pleasure and pain. âCanât your slutty lilâ pussy handle my cock?â Tell me, he as big as me?Â
And, of course, you snap back - because youâre mouthy even when youâre whining around his thick cock. Ah, next time heâs gotta make you choke on it for longer.Â
âFuck you, daddy.â your response is a feral growl, hips desperately trying to fuck back into his. âIf youâre not all talk then fuck me like you want to already.â
Smack!Â
A sharp slap stinging your cheek, you groan in response as absolutely raw, carnal fucking need courses through Tojiâs veins. Intoxicating him. Oh, he was going to ruin you. Grinning cruelly, he utters âThen take it. And donât fucking complain.â
With that, he begins to move. Not easing in, ramming into you with animalistic efficiency. Your ass stinging as each thrust has his hips meeting yours brutally. Tojiâs pretty sure his hips were out of control at this point, high off your teary cries of pain and pleasure. That cluttered studio heady with sex and pure, animalistic desperation.âSâgood- ah! Sâtoo much-â
Smack!
Thereâs no going back now. Toji fucks you in a way that makes you feel so deliciously filthy. Plunging into your heated cunt with no restraint. Thrusts positively savage. Every inch of him fills you, stretching you beyond your limits, and you love every painful second of it.
Vision blurring at the edges, you reach out a hand to grab the armrest for stability. Body jerking with each movement, his bruising grip on your hips the only thing keeping you from being fucked off the sofa.
âWhoâs fucking ruining you like this?â
âYou! Jusâ like that. Fucking ruin me, daddy.â Legs shaking uncontrollably, arching impossibly deeper onto his throbbing cock, you whine each time his length slides in and out of your swollen folds. âHarderâŠplease, harder.â you plead, fucked out.
For perhaps the first time, he obliges, increasing his speed mindlessly. God, you were sure both of you were about to explode any second now.Â
Fucked out of your mind, you barely register the muscled front pressing into you, abs rippling against your back. Large hands snake from your hips, leaving deep, purple marks for you to remember him by.Â
Smack!Â
Another handprint on your ass, as you frantically move your hips to meet Tojiâs unforgiving cadence. Sensing your urgency, one of his hands finds itself on your throbbing clit, drawing methodical, harsh circles on it. Pressing just enough to have you seeing stars being your eyes. And the other - digging into your neck.
Your frantic moans choke in your throat, feeling fucking delirious off both the change in angle and the hand around your throat. Eyes flashing at the lack of air and the blood roaring in your ears - and Toji.Â
âOpen your mouth, princess.â he grows, voice dangerously close to your ears, cock still driving into yours with brutal precision. The intensity of the moment - electric.Â
Mindlessly, you comply, tongue lolling out so lewdly. Thatâs when he does it - without warning, he spits into your open mouth. Once. Twice. Three times.
Steady stream of saliva slightly missing your face - on purpose, you absentmindedly realize - as it dribbles over your kiss-bitten lips and down the side of your face. A marking.Â
âNo one else gets to fuck you like this, princess.â
Hot on your tongue, sliding down to your throat. He tasted of such sin, it made your cunt clamp down hard.
âNow, what do good girls say?â he grits out, through clenched teeth. The absolute insanity in his voice matching the frenzy coiling inside of you.
âThank you, daddy.â
You reach around to capture his lips with yours, nails digging into his neck hard enough to draw blood - a marking of your own. White-hot ropes of pleasure making you gasp into his lips - tender where his cock was unforgiving.
In the lewd haze of the moment youâre dimly aware of Tojiâs body shuddering above you, throbbing cock twitching deeply in your pussy.
âOh, fuck! M-hah- Mâcumming, better take every drop like my good lilâ slut. Fuck.âÂ
You flinch as he groans ragged profanities into your mouth. Tight balls squeezing painfully as he cums with a loud groan of your name. Thick, hot ropes that paint your walls white. Two large arms wrap bruisingly tight around your waist, veins popping out as he crushes you impossibly close to him. Tojiâs hips not giving up their torture on your abused, awaiting cunt, pumping his seed deeper and deeper.Â
Full. You feel so full. And so, so complete.Â
You can feel such an obscene mix of your slick and his cum mapping down your legs every time his hips slam into yours. Dripping onto the cushion, pooling at the sofa in a way so sloppy, you knew youâd have to scour online later for a replacement.
Stomach now feeling uncomfortably inflated and hot, vision blurry, you collapse onto the cushion. The last of your strength leaving you with the orgasm that youâre sure fried your brain. You mewl at both the sensitivity and the sudden emptiness as Toji pulls out with a wet pop!
A rush of cum gushes out of you, drenching both you and the cushion below. Limp and boneless beneath him, you let out a sigh at the heat of his release seeping into your skin.
A soft silence fills the room like a lullaby. Everything feels so heavy. So dizzying and so warm. You barely register the strong hands lifting you gently towards the direction of the bathroom. The only thing on your mind being Toji and what a privilege it was to fall asleep in someoneâs arms. You wouldnât really mind this every nightâŠ
And in the dim lighting of that heady studio, fucked to sleep and covered in sweat and his cum, Toji thinks youâve never looked so beautiful.
His heart lurches as he realizes - in all of Paris, the one sight he wants to look at is you. His pretty popstar.
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âFor the last time. I donât do celebrities, especially not spoiled pretty popstars.â
Undeterred, the blond man leans forward in his chair, his expression indiscernible behind those glasses. âWeâre told youâre the best of the best, even from ex-military. And if moneyâs the issue then Iâll double- no, triple whatever youâre making right now.â
Jaw tightening, skepticism dripped from his words. âAll this for some celebrity drama?âÂ
âFushiguro, weâre talking big people, and even bigger money. And a girlâs life in genuine danger on top of it all,â a hint of desperation creeping into words that cut through the tense air.Â
âGenuine danger, huh?â
Toji runs a hand through his hair, questioning what the fuck he got himself into by opening the door for this human definition of a stick up oneâs ass. Mind racing, eyes darting around the room, they catch yours - twinkling on the glossy cover of some magazine thrown haphazardly on the table.Â
Traitorously, something prickly and uncomfortable settles in his stomach as the words ring in his ears.Â
Genuine danger.Â
Heaving out a sigh, he narrows his eyes at the man currently studying his reaction.Â
âA year. Thatâs it. No more, no less. I donât care if that prima donna princess of yours begs on her knees otherwise.â
But right now, your twinkling gaze set on him, lips curved into a blinding smile as you waltz through Los Angeles International Airport - as much as you could with your entourage - some small, raw part of him thinks he wouldnât mind staying like this for a long, long time.Â
LAX was probably one of your favorite airports. Not because of its size or architecture, but because of the thrumming energy of the opportunity to come. Namely, your Grammy performance.
Eyes slightly heavy, yeah, you were cutting it close - to Nanamiâs ever-graying hair at the stress. But hey - at least no paparazzi tipped off for your unexpected arrival.
You just couldnât resist the temptation to push your departure off for a day. Taking the extra time to wander along the Seine with Toji, talking about everything from your new dance number for next monthâs Madrid show to why Nanami was a masochist for staying in this industry, all the way to Tojiâs military stories that even Hollywood couldnât dream up.Â
The setting sun casting a soft glow on both of your uncanny disguises - your choice of course. A newfound understanding crackling between you two.
And right now, his presence steadfast behind yours as you weave through the bustling terminal, you feel a rush of excitement at finally performing that little project youâd been working on.Â
More specifically what Tojiâs reaction to it would be. Would he love it? Would he hate it? Would he realize just what that inconspicuous voice memo you bothered him into was actually for?Â
But then came the real test: would he realize just who it was for?
The thought made you smirk inwardly. Imagine Tojiâs face when he puts two and two together.Â
Turning around, you catch Tojiâs eye, a mirthful glint dancing in yours. âSo, Toji, ready to witness greatness at the Grammys?â you quip, tone playful as you bump shoulders with him. Of course, the man barely budges.Â
He raises an eyebrow, smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âAs long as I don't have to wear a tuxedo, princess.â
âAww, and here I was thinking we could match.â you whine. Though a chuckle leaves your lips, âAnd that reminds meâŠâ you trail off as your voice drops to a conspicuous whisper.
Delighting at the playful sigh that leaves his lips as Toji leans down, allowing you to whisper words meant for only him. âYou better reward me after my performance, yâknow. I remember someone saying something about âeating me out till I cryââÂ
âYou wonât be getting any reward if you continue acting like such a slut, princess.â warm breath tickling your ear as he murmurs.Â
âIf the shoe fits.â you bat your lashes, mockingly innocent.Â
âIf the shoe fits then please get into the car. The driverâs here and the team are on their way.â Nanamiâs no-nonsense voice rings out. Already sounding dangerously close to an impending stroke.Â
âYes, mother.â you quip, stifling your laughter as you step outside. Itâs a short walk to your destination, the cool morning breeze greeting you as you head for your waiting car, just stuck behind some slightly-oddly parked blue car.Â
Ah, thatâs LA for you, you chuckle inwardly, walking towards it - that strangely familiar blue car. The one youâve seen a few too many times these past few weeks in the corner of your vision.Â
Strange.
Steps slightly speeding up, a cold sweat trickles down your spine. Unease prickling at the back of your mind, something tells you youâre being watched. And not in the way of paparazzi snapping a stray picture.
Subconsciously, you take a half-glance inside the car - time freezes. Heart immediately lurching into your throat at the sight.
There.Â
The door swings open.Â
A flash of blue hair, one foot out of that dreaded blue car - is him. You donât know how you knew it was him. You donât know how you knew he was there. The only thing being your eyes locked on that glinting knife in his hand. Winking mockingly at you in the morning sun.Â
Gray eyes locked on yours, whirling with chilling maniacal intensity. The cool morning breeze feels icy against your skin as a primal fear claws at your insides once you realize the imminent danger.
Tojiâs trained instincts kick into high gear, eyes locked with his. Positioning himself between you and the assailant, his hand reaches for the weapon concealed beneath his suit jacket. Only for them to stutter in midair as he realizes theyâre still safely stored in his checked luggage. Unreachable.Â
Shit. Clever bastard.
Nanami moves with a swift grace, eyes scanning the surroundings for any nearby law enforcement.Â
Mahitoâs lips curl into a malevolent smirk as he realizes the vulnerability, grip tightening on his knife as he takes a menacing step forward. The air so tense you found it hard to breathe.
âYou.â the words ring venomously, panic surging within you. âYou think youâre so high and mighty, huh?â
âStep back before you do something you regret, you freak.â Tojiâs voice is steady, body poised for action. Eyes locked on every minute tremor of the knife in his hands.
His eyes wide and bloodshot, staring right into Toji - almost as if trying to look at you through him. âLittle princess~â he taunts in an eerie sing-song voice. âWhy did you leave me here all alone, I was lonely, yâknow~ And this gorilla never left you alone, ah what a pain to follow you around. But I did it- of course, I did it for my princess.âÂ
Another step forward.
No one engaged with Mahitoâs delirious rambles. Nanamiâs hand was firm on your shoulder, whispering in your ear to get away. Now.Â
But your mind was stuck on the words that cut through you like a knife - the knife that he was now slicing through the air in jagged, deranged motions. âShe canât leave. She belongs here with me.â
Before anyone can react, Mahito throws himself forward with startling speed. Glinting blade deadly through the air. You stagger backward, the world spinning in a dizzying blur of fear and desperation.
Toji springs into action with lightning speed, body lunging expertly. Hands deflecting the blade with a swift motion. Knife flashing mere millimeters away from his skin.
Yet Mahito continues struggling relentlessly. Each movement calculated and cold. Hand slashing at Toji as he ducks and weaves away, attempting to divert the attack away from you.Â
The grip on your shoulder tightens, âLetâs get away now. While heâs distracted.âÂ
Youâre being pulled away before you know it.Â
Movements sluggish in the air thick with tension and fear. Your body is frozen, ice running through your veins. Nanamiâs urgent hold on your shoulder moving you away.Â
But your eyes remain locked on Toji.
On the way he swiftly tries to find an opening amidst the blur of movement, knife slashing away as if it were a game. You were fighting to look back now, body twisting against the one moving you away. Struggling to follow Tojiâs powerful kick to Mahitoâs midsection. The impact knocking the wind out of him, knife faltering. Yet rage still surging.
Hand coming down down down. Merciless metal meeting skin. Red-hot crimson flashing behind your eyes and staining the ground below Toji as heâs slashed viciously.Â
Itâs in New York that you meet Toji Fushiguro.
Itâs in Los Angeles that you think you might lose him.
The sickening sound of metal against flesh echoing amidst the blood-curdling scream you donât realize you let out.Â
The sound making Mahito falter for the briefest millisecond, a flicker of hesitation flitting across his twisted features.
And itâs all the opening Toji needs.Â
Launching himself at the man, colliding with a bone-jarring impact that has both bodies crashing to the ground.Â
A deadly struggle, and despite Mahitoâs fierce grappling - fueled by pure madness - heâs no match for Tojiâs punishing blows. Every strike clear and calculated, pinning his flailing hands to the ground.
The screech of metal against gravel and distant footsteps ring in your ears, as Toji wrestles the knife from his hands. Glinting metal skidding away.
 For a fleeting moment, the world seems to hold its breath.
âYouâre supposed to be with me.â Mahito's voice pierces through the din, voice hoarse and desperate. âIâm the one whoâs been there for you ever since you stepped foot in that godforsaken agency. Me. Itâs me.â he snarls. Eyes cutting into yours.
Takedown tightening, Toji pins his body tighter against the ground. âYou donât have the right to talk to her, you blue-haired freak. Be grateful weâre in broad daylight and I canât rip you limb from limb for her.â
You release a breath you didnât know you were holding as Tojiâs strained yet still steady voice rings in your ears - in tune with the voices youâre now realizing were surrounding you. As uniform-clad figures rush into your circle of vision, you distinctly realize with a jolt that itâs over.Â
Knees weakening in relief, you feel them hit the gravel. Itâs all over. You feel light-headed - absolutely delirious. Vision blurring with tears and all you can see is red red red.Â
Blood roaring in your ears, you miss Mahitoâs shrieks as heâs restrained and escorted away. The only thing registering in your mind being the warm hand under your arm, pulling you up gently as if you were something so utterly precious.Â
Toji.
âAre you okay, princess? Need me to loosen another one of that bastardâs teeth?â he rumbles slowly, slightly breathless. As you cling onto the words like a lifeline, a fresh wave of tears prick your eyes at his uncharacteristically careful tone.
âAre you okay?â you repeat, words heavy with remorse as you blink at the sight of that stark red against his t-shirt. A deep gash running along his side that left Toji vulnerable in ways you knew he would never openly admit.Â
Seeing your shaken state, he lets out a sigh. Pulling you flush against his chest, careful to avoid his injury. âIâll be fine princess.â he murmurs, quiet words strained and meant for only you, amidst the chaos in the background. You lean into his touch, reveling in the feeling of him being solid and whole and here. With you.
You think you could stay like that forever.Â
Ah, but one canât get everything they want.Â
Nanamiâs voice cuts through the fragile peace with his usual calm authority, âI've spoken with the authorities,â you whirl around to meet his exhausted gaze. âTheyâve assured me that Mahito will be taken into custody, and measures are being put in place to prevent any future incidents.â
Eyes flitting between you and Toji, he continues, voice taking on a much softer tone. âThereâs no need for you to attend the Grammys after all that happened, I understand and will contact them if you wish to stay here.â And with that, Nanami walks away to a nearby police officer, presumably to give a statement - but you knew better, grateful for the moment of privacy heâd given you two.
Right. The Grammys.
Part of you is relieved at the prospect of not having to pretend that everything is fine in front of the flashing cameras and millions of scrutinizing eyes. And the other part, well, you glance up at Toji.Â
Wide eyes meeting those green ones. Unspoken questions swirling between you two like a whirlwind. Is it really over? What does that mean for us? Will you stay?
Please stay.
âI donât want to go,â you confess quietly, voice barely above a whisper. âI want to stay here with you, make sure youâre okay.â
Tojiâs gaze softens, a hint of warmth flickering in his usually steely eyes as he brushes a stray lock of hair from your face. âMy princess worries about me, hm? Iâll be fine.â he reassures, yet words weak from the pain. âGo out there and kill it.â
And in the delicate tension of it all you find it in yourself to arch your eyebrow skeptically, âFine? Youâre bleeding out, Toji. That doesnât exactly scream âfineâ to me.â
âIâve had worse, I promise. Worst case scenario I track that freak down and break his arm.â
You let out a watery laugh as Toji leans down, hot breath fanning your face. His lips brush against yours in a tender kiss. A silent reassurance. But just as quickly as it began, he pulls back with a playful bite to your lower lip.
âNow go. Blow the overpriced silk pants off of all those overrated snobs. Trust me.â
You almost bristle at his words, but that twinkle of fondness in his eyes made all your inhibitions melt away - involuntarily, of course. Throat tight, you give an affirmative nod.Â
Now, Toji always did delight in catching you off guard. But right now, ignoring the fussing EMTs, watching you be hastily ushered away by your team - the words tumble out before he can stop them.Â
âOi, princess.â he calls out, voice carrying over the chaos. âI love ya.â
And as he watched you trip over nothing but thin air, a lightheaded chuckle leaves him - maybe it was the bloodloss, probably it was that adorable look on your face. âSmooth, princess.â he laughs.
As you regain your composure and flip him off, promptly being whisked away by Nanami - who looks two steps into his grave already - Toji canât help but feel a sense of pride swell within him. âThaâs my girl,â he mutters to himself, a rare gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
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âLadies and gentlemen, music aficionados around the world. It is my pleasure to announce our next performance, a star who needs no introduction. Get ready to witness the talent, the charisma, and the sheer audacity of the one, the only-.â
Cameras flashing. Cheers roaring, The anticipation electric as your name echoes through the auditorium, the audienceâs excitement reaching a fever pitch as you take to the stage.
âBuckle up, darlings, because this is âGovernment Hookerâ!â
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âThey donât call you pop royalty for nothing, huh? You're going to take over the charts with that one!â
âGirl, who was that sexyass voice in that song? Drop me his number if you arenât already with him.â
âStunning as usual, huh?â
The whirlwind of congratulations and praise envelop you back at the Grammys afterparty. Your hand throbs from being clutched so tightly, and you canât help but smile at the adrenaline and euphoria thrumming through your veins, washing away most of what happened earlier today. Yeah, you killed it.
But as you navigate through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and posing for photos, a nagging part of your mind keeps returning to Toji. Red, red to match your gown. He shouldâve been here with you tonight.Â
Nodding and smiling along at the compliments, you find yourself drifting away from the bustling center of the party. Constantly checking your phone for any updates other than Nanamiâs âHeâs alive.â text from a few hours ago.
Ah, there it is.
Finally reaching the exit, goosebumps erupt along your skin as you step out into the chilly night air. Youâre momentarily blinded by the barrage of camera flashes from the waiting paparazzi outside. Their shouts merging into an indistinguishable cacophony.Â
Yet, you push forward, determined to reach your awaiting car.
Just as you approach the curb, a sleek black Rolls-Royce pulls up beside you, tinted windows shielding the figure inside. God, you gotta remember to give Nanami a raise.
Swiftly sliding in, âNanami you wouldnât believe-âÂ
âIâd hope I donât look anything like that walking resignation letter.âÂ
Your eyes widen in disbelief as you turn towards the figure seated beside you, and there he is. Toji.
All signature smirk and twinkling eyes despite the bandages wrapped tightly around his torso.
A gasp leaves as your eyes catch on them, a million thoughts running through your head at once. âWait, what are you even doing here- Youâre hurt, are you even okay- Should we call the ambulance? Those look like-â
âWoah woah, slow down princess. Iâm clearly alive, hm? Why, shouldnât your muse be there to personally pick you up?â he chuckles. âBesides, you killed it out there. That shit was playing was all that every radio was playing for the last hour.â
You canât help but laugh at his teasing tone, relief flooding through you at the sound of his voice. âWell, you are the exception.â Reaching over and gently cupping his cheek, that small scar was rough against your thumb.
Leaning in, bathed in the soft glow of the city lights, you take in the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles, the way his hand rests protectively on your thigh.
âThank you.â you whisper, breath hot against his lips. And though you donât specify for what - both of you know. Both of you understand. Your lips meet his in a lingering kiss, he tastes of mint and the anticipation of something new and freeing.Â
Pulling away slightly, his gaze meets yours with a rare little vulnerability. âAlways, princess.â A raw second of silence.
One. Two. Before a smug smirk curls his lips, hand squeezing your thigh. âNow, I remember someone wanting to be eaten out till she cried as a reward?â
You canât help but roll your eyes, âOh yeah? Right here, right now?â
âThink weâll make the front page, princess?â
âI know so.âÂ
Itâs in New York that you meet Toji Fushiguro.
Itâs right now, giggling amidst the chaos of flashing cameras and forgotten afterparties, that you think you just might love him.
A/N. Actually frothing at the mouth I want him so bad yâall. Also, reader isnât Lady Gaga, I just think the song fit.
Reblogs so, so appreciated.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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SACRILEGIOUS DEVOTION [1/3]
ship: father charlie x fem!nun!reader warnings: nsfw đ (oral sex/f. receiving; overstimulation; coercion/dub-con?; sacrilege, heavy religious imagery) word count: 3.6k a/n: So, Father Charlie is out here losing all his morals and sanity on Grotesquerie and my mind couldn't help but match it, so what's a better idea other than channeling all the religious trauma/journey into a spicy one-shot? i for one feel like it's a mini-therapy, but enough rambling, enjoy đ©đ«¶đŸ i'm in love with a holy man, mother đâŠ. second part: đđđđ đđ
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Father Charlie Mayhew was a sick man.
Not in the manner of flesh, but of spirit. He could feel the sickness festering in the quiet corners of his heart, a sinful yearning that had taken root there, twisting itself around his thoughts like creeping ivy.
It was a sickness that, he believed, made him a grotesque parody of the holy man he was meant to be. For how could he call himself righteous, devoted, when every whisper of prayer felt stained by the way his eyes followed you, Sister ____?
You were a vision of purity, an embodiment of the kind of gentle devotion that Father Charlie envied and craved all at once.
He watched you from a distance, always careful not to draw your gaze, afraid of what you might see if you looked too deeply. How dutiful you were, sweeping the church aisle with a focus that made him forget the dust and see only the graceful motion of your hands.
The sun, filtered through stained glass, seemed to seek you out, casting colors on your habit as if to mark you as someone far beyond his grasp, almost holy in your mundane tasks.
It was in the mornings, when he heard the soft chime of your laughter in the courtyard as you fed the pigeons, that he felt the deepest sting of his wretchedness.
The world seemed simpler in those moments, your laughter echoing off the stone walls, the warmth of early sun painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges. He wondered if you knew how your kindness drew even the animals to you, their heads dipping into your palms as if receiving communion.
There was a stillness to you, a gentleness in every gesture.
The worst of it was during your services. Father Charlie had seen you on your knees before, hands folded in earnest prayer, your lips moving softly as you whispered your devotion to God.
He would stand at the back of the chapel, watching with a mixture of awe and something far darker. He told himself it was admiration, but the truth festered beneath that facade.
It was longing, a hunger that ached at the edges of his soul.
A storm raged outside the convent one evening, winds battering the church walls with a fury that mirrored the tempest building in his chest. The clouds were bloated, dark as his thoughts, and thunder rolled across the sky with a violence that shook even the faith he held so dear.
You had come to his chambers in the dead of night, your knock barely audible over the howling wind. He had been preparing for bed, freshly out of the shower, wearing only his boxers when he heard you at the door.
The creak of the old wood seemed to echo forever as he opened it, and there you stood, eyes wide, looking so impossibly fragile in the dim candlelight of the corridor. Your modest night slip clung to your form, the thin fabric shifting in the draft that sneaked in from the hallway.
Charlie's breath had caught in his throat at the sight of you, innocence incarnate, seeking refuge with him.
He hesitated for only a moment before allowing you in, quickly wrapping himself in a silk robe that hung loosely on his shoulders, barely tied. He knew he should not let you enter, but there was something in the way you looked at himâso trusting, so devotedâthat made him abandon every rational thought.
You had come asking to pray with him, your soft voice trembling as you spoke. The storm outside seemed like a reflection of the turmoil within him as he let you step past the threshold, closing the door behind you.
Now, you were here, kneeling before him, your eyes upturned and wide, waiting for his command, for his instruction like the obedient servant of God that you were.
Your soft voice brought him out of his thoughts, a gentle, "Father...?"
Charlie could only lament to himself how sinfully pure you looked. He hummed softly, his eyes dark as they trailed over you, lingering on the curve of your shoulders, the delicate line of your neck.
The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across your skin, highlighting the innocence that made his hunger all the more unbearable.
"Yes, forgive me, Sister. Let us now pray," he finally said, his voice low and rough, the words nearly swallowed by the sound of the wind outside. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your forehead, and you leaned into the touch without hesitation, your eyes closing as if his hand was a blessing.
He swallowed hard, his thoughts spiraling deeper into the forbidden desires he had tried so desperately to keep buried.
He began to pray, his voice low, raspy, each word a struggle against the chaos inside him. "Heavenly Father, we come before you tonight..." But the words felt hollow, their meaning slipping away as he watched you, kneeling so obediently at his feet.
His eyes darkened, wandering further down, tracing the lines of your form. The way your lashes fluttered against your cheeks, the soft rise and fall of your chest with each breathâit all seemed to pull him further from the sanctity of the moment.
He should have been thinking of God, of salvation, of the purity of the prayerâbut instead, he was thinking of you, of the way the thin fabric clung to your skin, the soft curve of your breasts visible through the modest slip.
He licked his lips, his gaze fixed on the delicate line of your collarbone, the way it rose and fell with each breath you took.
The more he spoke, the less the words mattered. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, spreading through his body, his thoughts growing more erratic, each word of the prayer slipping further from its sacred meaning, twisting into something profane, something filthy. "Protect us from all evil..." he whispered as he traced the line of your jaw with his thumb, the words a bitter irony as he felt himself drawn further into the darkness of his desires.
His hand moved lower, fingers trailing down your neck, lingering at the hollow of your throat. His touch was gentle, but there was a weight behind it, a hunger that he could no longer deny.
He could almost see the curve of your bare skin beneath the thin fabric, the outline of your body that he should not be imagining. He tried to focus on the prayer, but every word felt like a lie. He let out a shaky breath, the prayer faltering on his lips. "Guide us... guide us in your light," he managed, his voice thick with the weight of his longing.
The storm outside raged on, the wind howling as if to warn him, but Father Charlie could no longer hear it. All he could hear was the pounding of his own heart, the rush of blood in his ears as he looked down at you, so trusting, so willing.
As the final words of the prayer fell from his lipsâ"Amen"âyou echoed him, your voice soft and unwavering. You blinked open your eyes, looking up at him with such innocence and Charlie felt himself slip past the point of no return.
He knew that no amount of prayer could ever cleanse him of what he wanted, that he could no longer pretend, no longer fight against the pull that drew him to youâthe sweet, precious nun who had unknowingly captured his very soul.
Father Charlie stood, his robe slipping slightly from his shoulders, exposing the toned muscle beneath. The wind howled outside, and thunder bellowed again, followed by a flash of lightning that lit the room in a brief, startling blaze of white.
You were still kneeling before him, your wide eyes following his every movement, the flickering light casting you in both shadow and radiance.
Charlie bent at the waist, his fingers reaching out to cup your jaw, thumb caressing your bottom lip as his half-lidded eyes trailed over your face. "Sister ____," he murmured, his voice dripping with a twisted kind of affection, his name for you almost reverent, as though you were something sacred, something he could worship in his own unholy way.
You blinked, shifting slightly beneath his touch, a soft stutter escaping your lips. "F-Father...?"
He grasped one of your hands, his fingers wrapping around yours, and as he stood, he gently urged you to rise with him. His gaze never left your face, his eyes dark and full of something raw. He began to speak, his voice barely more than a murmur, the words heavy with confession. "As a man of God, there are expectations placed upon me," he started, his tone wavering between remorse and something darker, something that made his grip on your hand tighten. "I am meant to guide, to protect, to remain steadfast in my faith."
His other hand moved, slowly pulling your trembling hand against his bare stomach, pressing your palm against the hard planes of his abdomen.
You gasped, your eyes wide as you looked up at him, your hand trembling beneath his. The heat of his skin burned into your palm, the muscles flexing beneath your touch.
Charlie continued, his voice lowering, growing more intense as he spoke. "But these days... these days, Sister, I find myself at war. At war with desires that threaten to consume me..." His words trailed off, and he let out a low hum as he rubbed your hand across his stomach, the movement slow, deliberate.
Your hand hesitated for a moment, the warmth of his skin making you tremble as you instinctively pulled back. But his grip was firm, guiding you back, and slowly, tentatively, your fingers splayed across his stomach, your touch feather-light.
You swallowed hard, your eyes flickering down before you took a timid step closer, as if drawn by some invisible force. Your gaze shifted to the side, your cheeks warming with embarrassment at the proximity, at the way you could feel his heart beating beneath your palm.
Father Charlie's eyes never left you, and he could see every ounce of hesitation, every flicker of uncertainty that danced across your face. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against your forehead as he spoke, his voice a low murmur, "There's no need to be afraid, Sister. You are safe here... with me."
You blinked, your lashes fluttering as you dared to look up at him, your eyes meeting his through the veil of uncertainty.
There was something in his gaze, something dark and magnetic that pulled at you, made your pulse race. His thumb brushed the edge of your jaw; the touch almost comforting, but there was an intensity behind it that made you shiver.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes searching yours.
You nodded slowly, not trusting your voice to speak, your fingers trembling slightly against his skin. He smiled, a slow, almost predatory curve of his lips, and he hummed again, satisfied with your silent answer.
His other hand moved to rest against the small of your back, pulling you just a little bit closer, his robe parting further, exposing more of his chest.
Your breath hitched as you felt the distance between you closing, the way his body seemed to envelop yours. You could barely think, your mind clouded with the storm of emotions and the strange, electric pull you felt toward him.
His thumb traced along your bottom lip, his eyes darkening as he watched you. You felt your pulse quicken, your knees weakening under the intensity of his gaze.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a mix of praise and something darker, something that made your heart pound even harder. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your body react, leaning in just slightly, as if craving more of his warmth, his touch.
His fingers trailed lower, coaxing your hand along his body, and you felt the tension, the desire in every muscle. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a husky whisper, "Let me show you, Sister ____... let me show you what devotion truly means."
He kissed you then, his lips crashing against yours like a man starved. His mouth moved hungrily, tasting, devouring, and you felt his tongue lick into your mouth, coaxing a soft, surprised whimper from your throat. His groan vibrated against your lips, the sound raw and desperate.
Your head spun, your senses overwhelmed by the taste of him, the sheer need in his kiss.
You pulled back, gasping for air, your lips tingling from the force of his kiss. He didn't give you a moment to recover; his lips moved to your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin.
He nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp, to make your knees weaken beneath you. The heat of his mouth trailed down, his tongue flicking out to soothe each small bite, and you felt your body trembling, a warmth pooling low in your belly.
Charlie's hands were relentless, holding you steady as your body threatened to give out, your knees buckling as his mouth worked against your skin. He pulled back only long enough to whisper your name, his voice thick with something between reverence and hunger.
Before you knew it, he had scooped you up, his arms strong and sure as he carried you towards his bed. Your breath hitched, your fingers clinging to his robe as he moved, each step filled with purpose.
He set you down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping beneath your weight. His eyes roamed over you, dark and filled with desire, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
Father Charlie moved quickly, his hands deft as he pushed your slip off your shoulders, the fabric sliding down your skin and pooling around your waist. His lips followed the path of the falling slip, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your shoulders, his warm breath fanning across your skin.
You shivered beneath his touch, the cool air of the room prickling at your exposed skin, your nipples pebbling in response.
His eyes darkened at the sight of you, and he let out a low groan, his hands running along your bare arms, feeling the way you trembled beneath him. "You're like a goddess," he murmured, his voice thick with reverence and lust. "Perfect. Untouched. A temptation I can't resist." His lips found your collarbone, kissing, nipping, his words vibrating against your skin.
You felt heat rise in your cheeks, your heart pounding as his lips moved lower, trailing down the center of your chest, his hands spreading across your back, urging you to arch into him. His kisses were relentless, each one making your breath catch, making your body react in ways that felt both unfamiliar and thrilling.
You couldn't stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips, your hands clutching at the sheets beneath you, unsure of what to do, where to touch.
Charlie pulled back for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours, his gaze filled with hunger. He pushed you back against the bed, guiding you to lie down, his hands never leaving your body, his touch possessive, as if he couldn't bear to be without contact. He looked down at you, splayed out before him, your slip barely covering you, and he licked his lips, his eyes raking over every inch of your exposed skin.
"Look at you," he whispered, his voice dripping with a mix of adoration and hunger. "So innocent, so pure... and all mine." He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss, his hands working the slip further down your body, baring you completely to him.
The cool air made you shiver, your body exposed, vulnerable, and you couldn't help the way your legs shifted, instinctively trying to close.
Charlie's hands moved to your knees, gently but firmly pushing them apart, his eyes never leaving your face as he watched your reaction. His lips moved from your mouth, trailing down your jaw to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin as he groaned against you.
He pulled the slip away entirely, tossing it aside, his hands roaming over your bare skin, mapping every inch as though he were committing you to memory. "You are... perfection," he muttered, his voice strained, filled with a hunger that made your breath hitch.
His lips moved lower, trailing down your body, leaving a heated path across your chest, your stomach, and further down. His hands were strong, keeping your legs pinned open to the bed, his fingers pressing into your thighs with a possessive hold. He kissed along your inner thighs, his warm breath fanning over your skin, making you shiver, anticipation coiling in your belly.
You instinctively tried to scoot back, to move away as you felt his breath getting closer to your core, but Charlie's grip tightened, his hands holding you firmly in place. He looked up at you, his eyes dark, almost predatory, as he whispered, "Stay still, Sister... let me worship you."
He breathed you in, a deep, satisfied groan rumbling from his chest. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, as if savoring the scent of you, and then he leaned in, his tongue licking a slow, deliberate stripe from your entrance to your clit.
A squeal, half surprise and half pleasure, escaped your lips, your back arching slightly off the bed.
Father Charlie's tongue moved with a purpose, his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. His hands kept your legs spread, his grip firm and unyielding as he worked his mouth against you, his groans vibrating against your core.
He was relentless, his mouth moving with a hunger that made your head spin, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you, trying to ground yourself as waves of pleasure washed over you.
You could feel his smooth skin against your inner thighs, the sensation only adding to the overwhelming pleasure that built inside you. His tongue moved in slow, teasing circles, his lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against you, his eyes flicking up to watch your every reaction.
The sight of youâyour flushed cheeks, your parted lips, the way your chest heaved with every ragged breathâonly seemed to spur him on, his groans growing louder as he tasted you.
Your body reacted before your mind could catch up, your hips bucking against his mouth, a whimper slipping from your lips. Charlie's hands moved to hold your hips down, pinning you to the bed as he continued, his tongue delving into you, his nose brushing against your clit as he worked, utterly consumed by the taste of you.
He was lost in it, in you, his tongue moving faster, his mouth desperate as he devoured you.
You gasped, your fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer, your body trembling beneath him. The heat built inside you, coiling tighter and tighter, until you felt like you might break apart. His name fell from your lips, a breathless plea, and he groaned in response, the vibrations sending a shockwave of pleasure through you.
Your back arched off the bed, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as you felt yourself teetering on the edge, your body ready to fall apart under his touch.
Your first orgasm washed over you without warning, a blinding wave of pleasure that left you feeling weightless, your entire body trembling as you came undone beneath him. You melted into the bed like butter, your limbs going limp as the intensity of it left you breathless.
Charlie's mouth moved against you with a fervent hunger, drinking in every bit of your release as if it were the most sacred offering.
A small whimper escaped your lips as the sensation grew overwhelming, your body growing sensitive to his touch. He didn't stop, his tongue moving lazily, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from you, his mouth still savoring you.
Your grip on his head shifted, your fingers now pushing at him, trying to get him to stop, but his hands only gripped your thighs tighter, keeping you in place. "W-Wait..." The heat in your stomach was already starting to build again, the slow, deliberate movements of his tongue igniting another fire deep within you.
Charlie groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core, his face buried even further between your legs, his tongue relentless.
Your breath came in quick, shallow gasps, your body trembling once more as the pleasure built. You could feel another orgasm approaching, your mind spinning as you tried to form words, but all that left your throat were broken, incoherent soundsâstatic that filled the room as you babbled.
You tried to scoot back, to move away from the overwhelming sensation, but Charlie's strong arms wrapped around your hips, yanking you back down, his grip unyielding. His own hips pressed into the bedding below, his desperation evident as he devoured you.
You teetered on the edge once more, the pleasure too much, too intense, until it finally broke over you again, your body arching, your mind going completely blank as you came undone a second time.
The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of his mouth on you, the heat, the pressure, the overwhelming ecstasy that left you gasping for air.
As you came down from your high, your body trembling, Father Charlie finally pulled back, his lips and chin glistening. He stared up at you with dark, lidded eyes, his expression filled with hunger, with desire that seemed insatiable.
There was no hesitation, no regretâonly a raw need that made it clear he no longer cared about going against his vows, no longer cared about the priesthood or what was right.
All that mattered to him was you.
A/N: i'm sorry, i just watched Grotesquerie last night and i've become obssessed.... ugh, the tension between father charlie and sister megan is just *chefs kiss* it's clear that megan is obviously meant to be y/n and the screenplay was written in the intent of it being catered to the female gaze because wheeeeww đ©...
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âi would never lie to you.â
{toge inumaki x f!reader}
summary: inumakiâs always coming home to you from missions coughing up mass amounts of blood and completely overdoing it while fighting curses with his cursed speech technique. and no matter how many times you tell him to be careful, he just doesnât, arguing with him, giving him the cold shoulder, and completely unaware of the reason behind why he fights so hard when heâs out thereâ that reason being of course⊠because of you.
warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, toge and reader have a lil argument but itâs more the aftermath, slight sexual mention but itâs literally once and nothing LOL, no smut!, toge thinks heâs not doing enough SNIFFF, angst with comfort, toge is DEVOTED to you, aged up characters, pet names, afab!reader.
word count: 2.3k
authors note: short n sweet one!! wanted to give you guys a break from my MLA format essays i always make yâall read LMFAOOO!! this one is SHO SOFT AHHHH :] i hope this keeps you guys fed in the meantime while i write the next one! i love you and i love you all ALWAYS MWAAHH <33
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toge inumaki hates it when you donât talk to him.
as if he doesnât do that enough already, toge absolutely despises when you both get into arguments or heated discussions and you turn a cold shoulder to himâ needing space to unwind and prevent yourself from lashing out even more, to let the situation simmer down.
he understands it. believe him he doesâ youâre upset and angry and you need time to cool off⊠but toge is stubborn and needy and just doesnât care, needing you and only you, him going absolutely crazy at the silence in your shared apartment that he was starting to hear random ringing in his ear drums.
so as he sat on the couch, eyes unblinking as they stared off into the darkness of the living room as the sun had already began to set, you upstairs locked awayâ he wanted nothing more than to open his mouth and let his cursed speech force you to come downstairs and talk to him.
but he didnât, though the thought was definitely tempting, as toge vowed the day that he laid eyes on you to never ever use his cursed technique on you, even if it was harmless, an oath he wanted to carry with him until his very death bed and until he was six feet under.
his ears perked up then at the quiet sounds of the upstairs room door knob twisting and clicking open, soft padded footsteps making their way down the hall and closer to where he was, feet sticking against the cold tiles of the kitchen floor.
at the sight of you with your hair a little disheveled, your eyes so red and puffy, and an arm wrapped around yourself as you rummaged through the fridge looking for fuck knows what and not sparing a single glance at himâ toge felt like a fifty pound gutting weight was resting on his chest and crushing his heart.
you had both argued about something you always seemed to circle back to almost every week. but this time, you were sick and tired and fed up, seeing as toge was never going to try and understand the situation at hand through your worried eyes.
every time toge was out for a mission, you would spend your days anxiously throwing yourself over the couch or trying to keep yourself busy with random activities like baking or scrapbooking (which you deemed later meaningless), all within the sole purpose of trying to get your mind off of your boyfriend and the recklessness he always seemed to pull while on missions, regardless of how much you begged and pleaded with him to be more careful and aware of his health.
toge inumaki had such a powerful and lethal cursed technique that frightened and astonished you all at the same time, a conflicting feeling to have when he had to leave you in the middle of the night or during the early hours of the morning to run around and fight curses⊠but always coming home to you warm and loving and safe.
but not right now.
not when toge had literally come home this morning with not even two steps in the door and he was already on his knees, coughing up strings and loads of crimson blood, it pooling on the floor as he had used his cursed speech to the highest degree today and had you a crying mess thinking he was dying.
and he always did that. always. today was just the worst of them all, him without a fault coming home with excruciating pain in his bruised and clawed up throat, the cough syrup medicine he usually downed like water having absolutely no effect anymore as you scrambled around every time trying to find a solution, toge brushing off your distressed and frightened rambling as if his health wasnât a big deal, and as if how much it affected you wasnât a big deal either.
upon you closing the fridge, toge slowly stood from the couch and carefully walked over to you, his throat still in pieces but his mind lurching and guilty over how upset you were at him.
he slowly raised a gentle hand and placed it on your shoulder, you shaking your head somberly in responseâ your back to him.
âi donât wanna talk right now toge iâm sorryâŠâ you mumbled, rubbing over your tired sore eyes.
he squeezed your shoulder, insisting.
but you only shook your head again.
toge huffed and placed both hands on your shoulders this time, physically turning you around to face himâ his eyes soft and his eyebrows pinched together in pure concern for you.
you peeked up reluctantly, but the sight of his face and the events from earlier flashing through your mind only made your bottom lip wobble and the bottom of your palms shoot up to dig into your eyes, more stinging tears flooding in and slipping through the corners of your closed lids.
his heart fucking broke.
âwhy donât you care toge?â you hiccuped. âi worry myself sick every time you leave for a mission andâ and thatâs fine because itâs what you do but you never take care of yourself!â
he gently pried your shaking hands away from your eyes and wiped your tears softly with his thumbs, caressing your cheeks afterâ wishing so badly, more than anything in this fucking world, to just be able to speak to you like a normal human being instead of resorting to words scrambled on a piece of paper or text messages on a screen.
he gently placed a little timid peck to your nose before releasing your face and fumbling around in his pockets for his phone, tapping it awake once he retrieved it and opening his notes app to write out a sentence.
he flipped and faced the screen towards you, the brightness making you squint a bit.
âi do care i swear. i just always forget when iâm in the middle of it and iâm sorry baby.â
âso you keep forgetting after what feels like the fifteenth time iâve told you?â you wiped more tears from your cheeks. âhowâ how do you think it makes me feel when you come home and youâre coughing up blood all over your clothes and the furniture huh? all over me?â
he sighed softly through his nose and went to type again, but you continued.
âi get scared toge that one day youâll push yourself way too far and then you just wonât come home. you scare me when you cough up so much blood like that!ââ
toge tugged you in then with his unoccupied hand and wrapped his arms around you, pushing your head in and stuffing your face against his chestâ the scent of his freshly washed t-shirt filling your nose as you cried softly.
fuck he felt like such a douche.
he typed for a moment behind your head, a pit in his stomach that only grew in size the longer he heard your little sniffles.
toge pulled back a bit, his arms still keeping you in place but just enough so that he could lower his phone and show you his message.
âplease please donât cry. iâm really sorry okay i really am and honest to god this wonât happen again.â
you nodded meekly and he flipped his phone back, quickly typing again and showing you once he finished.
âi feel like you think i donât care but thatâs not true at all. part of the reason why i try so hard when i work is because the more curses i fuck up the safer youâll be when youâre out there without me.â
you laughed a bit at his wording, and he beamed at that, typing.
âi love you pretty girl. and im sorry i always get blood everywhere.â
âoh i donât care about the mess baby, i care about youu,â you whined lightly and wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him in tight.
âand i love you too, a lot⊠like an embarrassing amount that strips away my dignity.â
he chuckled boyishly and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his body stuttering slightly as a single thought grazed his mindâ the same thought thatâs been in the crevices of his brain since he asked you to be his.
you felt his tension and pulled back.
âwhat?â
toge bit the inside of his cheek and looked down at you, his weight shifting as he contemplated telling you something he didnât want to burden or upset you with, the pad of his thumb softly rubbing over your chubby cheek.
you quirked an eyebrow. âwhat? are you cheating on me?â
he burst out laughing and shook his head, kissing your forehead before dropping his hand from your cheek and pulling out his phone again.
he typed for a minute then showed you.
âme not being able to speak to you like a normal boyfriend should or respond to you whenever makes me freaking useless. so i push myself out there to keep you safe because thatâs literally the least i can do for you, since i canât even do the bare minimum.â
you gasped softly. âtoge huh? this isââ
he shook his head once more and you stopped as he typed again.
âi always try to make you laugh with the things that i do or whenever i text you because iâm afraid that one day youâll get tired of me not being able to talk to you and youâll leave. which is also something i would never blame you for and understand.â
your heart squeezed in the worst excruciatingly way possible, completely baffled and mortified to the fact that toge was thinking about things like this and wholeheartedly believing it without you noticing or him saying anything to you about it.
he typed again.
âthatâs why i cosplay as gojo when i leave for missions and come back a dumbass with blood in my mouth. thatâs why i forget when you tell me to be careful because the need to be something for you is way fucking greater.â
âtogeee!â you sobbed, bursting out crying like a little baby as you were moved and haunted by his words simultaneously, your arms engulfing him as he desperately shot his hands out and quickly wiped your tears again, shaking his head frantically as if pleading with you not to cry.
âhow could you ever believe that?â you nudged him away and hiccuped, your eyes serious. âwhy havenât you told me about this? everything you just said is literally propaganda.â
he chuckled, but you could tell he wasnât convinced.
âtoge, why do you think iâve been with you for so long? do you think iâm just dicking around?â
âdicking around on my dick?â
you swatted his phone away. âno! not right now.â
you both shared a small giggle, twinkling eyes looking at each other.
âif i felt like you werenât doing even the bare minimum, i wouldâve been gone before you had the chance to put this ring onââ
his gaze drifted down to the black shiny heart promise ring on your ring finger that you held up for him, and he smiled softly.
âbaby what you do for me everyday is above and beyond the bare minimum. iâm happy. iâm so happy to be with you that you not doing enough has never crossed my mind and it never will.â
you slid your arms around his neck and pulled him down a little, gently. âiâve never cared about your ability to speak. i fell in love with you, who you are, and the fact that i did without you having to iterate words to me? olympic sport.â
toge rolled his eyes playfully at your comment, and you stood on your tippy toes and kissed the tip of his pretty nose then. âall men do when they talk is lie anywaysâŠâ you tilted your head. âbut i know youâll never lie to me.â
ânever.â he mouthed silently.
he bundled you up in his arms and lifted you like you were nothing, him carefully leaning in and pressing his lips to yours as if you were a fragile little thingâ kissing you so devotedly, warmly, his forehead resting against yours once he pulled apart after greedily getting his daily fix of you.
âi know your job as a jujutsu sorcerer pays the bills and comes with you putting yourself in difficult situations⊠and my job doesnât even compare, but please donât overdo it for my sake. i want you to come home, okay?â
you know itâs selfish⊠he should be saving lives no matter the cost.
but he was your man. was it so bad to just want to keep him for the rest of your days? to get the chance to grow old with him, and buy a little quiet house on the country side like you always joked about in the late hours of the night with him? drinking cool glasses of lemonade on the porch?
âplease donât always be the hero.â you whispered guiltily. âbut if you must⊠just keep me in mind while you do it.â
youâre always on his mind. he hopes you know that.
toge breathed softly through his nose and smoothly set you back down, the pads of your feet making contact with the icy tile flooring as his hands dragged up from around your waist to the sides of your head, him pushing a hard kiss to your cheek as if to seal your request.
âdo you promise?â you mumbled.
he pulled back and held his little pinky out for you, and you giggled, linking yours with his firmly.
âyou canât go back on it okay? you used your pinky itâs legally binding!â you warned, a silly smile on your face. âdonât lie to me and break it.â
toge grinned and leaned towards you as he bent down a bitâ your gaze locking with his as he looked at you at eye level with his hands on his knees, him mouthing his next words, slowly.
words that made your cheeks buzz a cutesy pink, words that he took seriously, and words that tied you to him and the little house by the countryside he wanted so badly with you, as those words solidified how much he truly truly loved youâ him hoping you always knew.
âi would never lie to you.â he mouthed.
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Misty Affections [The L&DS Boys - NSFW]
Rated: NSFW/18+ đ¶ïž (Take note of all warnings before you proceed) Pairings: L&DS Men/Reader Word Count: 6k+
Tags: polyandry/polygamy, bath/shower friskiness, multiple orgasms, oral, anal and vaginal sex, body worship, porn with little plot, double penetration, consensual somnophilia, edging, passing hints of breeding, scent kink
Summary: At the eve of your anniversary, you let the men, most precious to your heart, show you exactly how they love and cherish you. Slow and measured. Piece by piece.
Authorâs Notes: I have been driven so insane ever since the drop of that crazy trailer, all Iâve been able to fantasize about are these beautiful men. Did so individually at first before they eventually converged within my mind into this behemoth romantic-sexy fest. (If you know me or my stories, you know I cannot go a second breathing without a little love in my sex LOL)Â
This oneâs for all my harem loving folks whoâve been left thirsty after the âMisty Invasionsâ trailer. Happy reading!
You oscillate at the entrance to the penthouse suite, fingers tracing the sleek outline of the key card your boyfriend had provided you with, earlier; eager gaze skittering back towards the door. Heart within your throat and a swarm of butterflies flittering within the base of your stomach. Â
An entire year had passed you by; the day of your relationship anniversary upon you now. And youâd decided amongst you, in distinct words and heated whispers, that youâd make it a day well worth commemorating. Â
You smile at the recollection of Sylusâ amused gaze â blood-red garnet â as it had met your surprised one, a few days prior. Heâd had you search up his entire house for an elusive Mephisto, on the pretence of having lost sight of him. Finding him at last, perched atop the silken pillows of his bed. And held within his beak, a sleek black card the bird had let drop into your palm, obedient, before taking flight. Â
A key access to the penthouse suite of one of the most luxurious hotels in Linkon City. Â
Sylus had tugged you close â his warm breath, a sweet caress against the shell of your ear â stating the date and time for you to be there, without questions asked. Your heart had thrilled at the time in nervous anticipation. Â
Just as it does now as you move to hoist your umbrella â damp still from the outpour outside â onto your arm, clutching a bouquet of flowers close to your chest. Â
Reaching to swipe your card, at long last, against the roomâs digital padâ Â
Before the door sways open on its own. Your gaze skipping, immediate, to meet the ownerâs: scarlet, warm in amused affection. âHow much longer were you planning to dither at the door?â His hand curves about yours as he steers you inside. Reaching to help you out with your coat and umbrella. Â
âHow did you evenââ Â
Sylus angles his face in mute indication, at the door, just in time for you to catch sight of Mephisto sweeping across the hallway, disappearing just as swift around a corner, with a triumphant crow.Â
âI am going to cook that bird one of these days,â you mutter, discomfited at the thought of Sylus having been standing privy to your entire vacillation session outside.Â
A large hand curls about your jaw, insisting your gaze upwards, just as you feel the heat of Sylusâ mouth on yours. âDonât fret any longer,â his lips brushing each word right against yours. Every stroke tending sparks of fire against your skin. âyouâll make me want to tease you. And I promised them Iâd be kind to you today.â The thick baritone of his quiet laughter sinks, hot, into your chest; down into the depths of your belly. Â
Your hand curves about the back of his neck, heaving that infuriating mouth back against yours. âPlease do be quiet for once.â Fingers grazing at the base of his hair before they card upwards, tugging at the strands. Â
His mouth pulls into a wider smile, just as you all but force the large bouquet of flowers you still carry, against the firm expanse of his chest. Â
âHappy anniversary, Sylus.â You murmur softly, flushed gaze fixated upon the flowers â snowdrops and lilies, roses and clematis â a representation of each of their colours that had painted your life brighter, over the course of your years together. You truly hoped your boyfriends would love them. Â
Garnet gaze narrowing in quiet affection, Sylus coaxes your attentions back to him with a call of your name. âAnd to you.â Â
âNow,â He winds an arm about your waist, dragging you flush against his torso. âlet me find a place for these beauties while you go hop into the shower. Youâre cold to the touch.â And when you move to protest, he silences it with a delicate brush of his thumb against your lip before he too bows forwards, to murmur, just shy of your mouth. âI promise you wonât miss me long, sweetheart.âÂ
Leaving you in the stewing solace of your own indecent thoughts.Â
Your relieved exhale breaks in soft wisps of white curling into the air, well comforted by the heat of your quick shower. Your eyes drifting absently towards the bath youâd drawn, your favourite scent now permeating the space of your bathroom.Â
Petals rippling across the surface of placid warm waters; you knew how your artist appreciated the romanticism of your relationship. When you let yourself go and allowed yourself free expression of your adoration, for your Lemurian beloved. The colour, it never failed to bring flush to his cheeks at your simple gestures of affection, he so deserved. He had waited, and for so long. Â
A mere speck of his patience, against your current restless wait, ever since his message had lighted your screen earlier this evening, indicating heâd be there to join you, soon. Â
Sooner, you whisper into the air, slinking a cautious hand down the line of your stomach and towards your mound. Â
It was so incredibly difficult to have all your lovers, gathered together in one place, owing to how busy each of you were with your respective schedules. Tonight, hence, was a rare, precious occasion and you intended to make the most of it. Â
âWhy so distracted.â A deep voice resonates at your back; a swift curl of pulsating red capturing your wrist before your fingers have the chance to brush in between your legs. Heaving your wrist up and back, depositing it prisoner into Sylusâ waiting palm. âYou barely noticed me.â The roughened pads of his digits graze at the tender skin of your wrist in soft warning, before he lets go. âCouldnât wait even a moment for me, huh?âÂ
You turn to face him, a puckish smile you know is already teasing at the corners of your mouth. âJust engaging in some personal time.âÂ
Sylus stands before you, body bare, save for the towel that keeps him from you, wrapped about his waist. A sturdy arm reaches past your shoulder, turning the shower off. Motions entirely unhurried. Deceptively tranquil, you do not miss the blood-red heat that simmers at the edges of that observing gaze. Â
âOh?â He crowds you a step closer into the wall. Your fingers coast in tense anticipation about the knot of his towel. âYou wouldnât mind if I turned that into a private time for two, would you, kitten?âÂ
You put on a deliberate show of pondering the question; a patient raised brow your lover keeps focused upon you.Â
Until you tip a coquettish gaze his way and answer. âI suppose I would noââ Your response, Sylus pilfers from your tongue before you can utter it, pulsing a quick kiss of violence against your lips.Â
Your digits impatiently work to release him from the final confines of his towel, absently tossing it aside. And onto the gnarled vines of red lurking at the edges of your vision, immediately reach to snatch up the cloth, discarding it into a wash bin close by. Â
Laughter in between heavy breaths; coveting fingers, free at last, skate down the strength of his thighs, skimming past his stiff arousal. A small gasp of appreciation you break against his mouth just as Sylus lurches his hips forward, once, into your grasp to better let you admire the effect you have on him. Â
âItâs been too long.â you murmur into the space he spares you in between wet kisses.Â
âDarling,â he exhales; a small, rough sound of pleasure. âNot yet.â Â
Sylusâ hands stir down the length of your body, fingers finding target, and pulsing into the soft of your ass before you can try and bribe your case with him, to give you what you want. Hefting you up entirely onto the corded strength of his arms, stifling your sound of surprise against his mouth.Â
He bids you wrap your legs about his waist, as he walks you both over towards the luxurious bath. âNow,â Settling down into the warm, scented water, he eases you back against himself. âLet us get you washed properly.â Â
You eventually relent and let him do as he pleases for the next several minutes.Â
Drifting a careful hand about the expanse of your legs, you try not to squirm too much when that devious hand skirts about your inner thighs. Across the arc of your clavicle, down the slope of your breastbone. His palms bear down against your abdomen in provocative press-release motions. You're not quite sure what kind of bathing Sylus assumes heâs doing except just keying you higher, the longer you endure his hands upon you. Â
Hands that grow unrepentant and bold with time, the self-pleased skew of those infuriating lips following soon after, down the slope of your neck, along the curve of your shoulder. You tip your face sideways, smoothing a quick kiss onto his jaw. âYou keep this up any longer and youâre going to have an incredibly frustrated woman on your hands.âÂ
He buries his grin into your shoulder. Â
âAnd Iâm not sure what Iâll do then.â you threaten mildly. Â
âIs that so? Iâd certainly like to see you try.â He accepts your provocation. Â
You reach an arm up, winding it about his neck. Fingers splaying against the damp brush of his hair as you angle your head up and he obliges, head canting for your mouth to catch against his. His tongue sweeps against yours in immediate insistence, your eager allowance in the slack fall of your mouth as he presses into you. Â
Sylusâ indolent digits change tune then; a large palm he curves about the weight of your breast and squeezes. The roughened pads of them toying at the pert apex, until he coaxes your moans out for himself. Â
The muted click of a lock sounds within your surroundings; quiet, save for the gentle ripples of water and your damp sounds of pleasure. Â
âAh,â Sylus murmurs in between kisses. âHeâs here now. We wouldâve ended up using the little princelingâs entire bath for ourselves if heâd turned up any later.âÂ
A thrill of pleasure and adoring desire crests itself within your chest, calling your approaching belovedâs name on a long sigh of pleasure Sylus wrenches out of you. âThatâs it, sweetheart, tempt him on higher sounds next.âÂ
Restless within his lap, you wrench your mouth away from his, raising yourself onto your knees to turn, capturing him in between your thighs.Â
Just as Rafayel steps past the threshold of the baths, appearing to be in the midst of wresting himself out a long sodden shirt. You absently muse how he mustâve forgotten to carry an umbrella with him, yet again, out on one of his painting expeditions, despite your reminder to him just last night. âItâs pouring crazy out there and Iâm drenched to the boneââ Â
His words nicked mid-sentence with the slow rise of those bluish-florid eyes â taking in the lascivious scene in front â along with your thoughts torn into jagged shards of pleasure with the firm catch of Sylusâ teeth against your breast. A large hand he splays at your back, enticing you closer into his mouth.Â
Your eyes, refusing to stray from Rafayelâs, even as he remains rooted to the threshold. A flush beginning to colour against the arch of his cheeks to witness how Sylus augments your pleasure further underneath his enraptured gaze.Â
Pleased joy ripples through you, to be putting on a tantalising show for your beloved Lemurian, entreating him closer on soft sighs and broken moans of his name. Â
âPlease,â your next gasp of pleasure scatters under the prick of stimulated tears. âRafayel, my heart, come to me.âÂ
And like a beautiful marionette pulled upon by its strings, he obeys your request, striding towards the two of you. Bestowing mercy upon your poor heart, you feel, could pound right out of your chest. Â
He tips downwards, long, graceful digits sweeping delicate beneath the cut of your jaw to raise. Brushing a sweet kiss of greeting against your mouth. âIâm here, beloved.âÂ
Fingers refusing to cease his exploratory touches, his thumb glides past your cheeks, dusting right beneath your eyes at stray tears. Â
âWelcome home,â you greet, your own fingers curving about his jaw in hazy affection. Â
âYouâre late,â Sylus speaks, his hand trekking a careful path about the flare of your hip. Â
Rafayel frowns at that. âI know. Not like I didnât try to be here sooner.â Fingers tinkering at his belt buckle before he slides it, smooth out of its confines. Your eager hands reaching to assist, rushing down the line of buttons at his shirt, divesting him of his impediments. Â
âYouâre freezing, Rafayel.â You observe, palms pressed up against his naked abdomen.Â
He catches one of your hands within his, feathering a kiss onto your knuckles. âWarm me, then.â An irrefutable instruction as much as it is his soft request. Â
Relieved entirely of his clothes, he steps into the bath, fingers entwining against yours in a firm hold, coaxing you onto his body instead. Â
âYou're so cosy.â He appreciates in between hungering kisses. âShare more of your heat with me.â The soft squish of your breasts mould against the solid expanse of his chest the deeper you try and press against the other, your arms encased about his neck, fingers carding greedily through the wet strands of his hair. Â
Rafayel shifts your positions, guiding you back against Sylusâ chest by your threaded digits. The hard heat of Sylusâ cock presses against the cleft of your ass as Rafayel drives you further in by the urgency of his kisses.Â
His bond shimmers to life â a scarlet vow â right above his heart, your own thrilled by the rapidly dissipating chill of his body, replaced with passionate warmth.Â
âIâve missed you.â He drags your intertwined digits closer, directing your hand to press against the thrumming of his heart. âAnd especially today, being so important. I wanted to be next to you for the entirety of it.âÂ
Rafayelâs eyes, misted in desire and affection so acute, your breath catches at your throat at the sheer intensity of it. He secretes a gentle kiss into the fold of your palm. âI want us to make this a memorable anniversary.âÂ
âYou already are.â You keen softly, in assurance, fingers stroking down the length of Sylusâ thigh. âI desire you both so very much right now.â
He returns your fervent regard in the thick digits that skim past the curve of your spine, fingering in sparing strokes at the rim of your ass. You gasp at the sensation, body clenching in on the emptiness it has long been subjected to.Â
You need them both; the carnal strength of your want winds you breathless.Â
Sylus had left you suspended upon a torturous precipice for so long, you werenât sure how much longer you could hold on for. Â
âHey,â Rafayel prompts.Â
Garnet binds immediately spring to life, streaking towards the bottles lined up neat atop a marble slab. Plucking one up as if by rote memory, before depositing it into Rafayelâs grasp. âAs our princeling desires,â Sylus speaks; the raw amusement you can hear within his words. Â
Rafayelâs response is all but a raised brow â they have learned to synchronize well against each other, you realize with a shaky exhale. You are glad, as you are nervous, for the state of your body; the havoc they wreck onto you, once your boys are in tandem. Â
The lubricant well-smeared across Rafayelâs digits, he reaches in between your bodies to run his fingers against the same place Sylus does, two sets of different fingers they ease, gentle, into your ass. Rafayelâs low groan of pleasure, you lunge forwards to drink against your lips. Â
âI needââ you cry out against him, just as Rafayel withdraws from you entirely to leave Sylus to press his fingers deeper into you, a slow, caressing slide; eased by their gentle loosening of your hole. Â
Rafayel hums a low, euphoric sound. âDo you need him deep inside you, my love?â Â
âYes.â Â
âYouâre almost there for me, sweetheart. Breathe.â Sylusâ grunt of approval at your compliance, he drowns into a relishing bite at your shoulder. Â
Rafayelâs mouth descends upon your breasts, pulsing open mouthed kisses right above the expanse of your thundering heart, his fingers finding their way towards your neglected slit, mercifully pressing into you. A loud, broken moan wrenched out of your throat, pleasure now far palpable after having been edged for so long. Â
âYouâre so wet. So very captivating when you are like this.â Â
âI love you, Rafayel.â you gasp, tears gathering at your eyes to feel so full of them both. Â
He pulses a kiss against your mouth in heated devotion, tongue warming against yours in between urgent breaths, âI am yours. Call for me, my beloved bride.â
âRafayel.â
âAh. Once more, so I know I am entirely yours to have.â he entreats, gaze heated.Â
His fingers gather pace â in tandem with Sylusâ controlled assault â striking rhythmic against your frontal walls on each thrust. A spot he gathers at, one that incinerates itself against his adept motions, insistent thumb gliding its touches about the sweet area of your apex, hurtling you faster towards a vehement finish.
âAnd that you are mine. Call my name, call for me.âÂ
âRafayel, my Rafayel.â And you tumble over the edge at that final delightfully sensual push, quivering nerveless, in between your lovers. Â
âThereâs more of where that came from, kitten. Donât give up on us now.â Sylus coaxes, extracting himself from the instinctual clench of your body, whimpering at the keen emptiness of his loss. Â
âGive yourselves to me,â you beg, âI need to feel you inside me.â Â
âAnd you shall have us,â Rafayel soothes, pressing the head of his cock against you. Â
âAs many times as you need.â Sylus allows; the swell of his arousal striking heavy against the cleft of your ass.
The slow ingress of their cocks deep into your body, sends explosive stars skittering across your vision, the overwhelming fullness already throttling you into another orgasm so intense, they have to hold your body still against theirs. Propelling into you in tandem with each other until they set a rhythmic, burning pace within your swollen holes.
Rafayelâs fingers cup about your jaw, dragging you into a fervid, wet kiss. His moans of pleasure he drowns against the heat of your tongue.Â
Before Sylus lunges forward in a demand for your attentions next, strong digits threading through your locks to guide your head towards him, catching the string of pleasure that stretches thin in between your and Rafayelâs lips, as soon as it forms, against his mouth in a violent kiss.
The thick strength of his cock pulses firmer within your body, each swollen stroke of arousal you feel zip right up across your spine from how Sylus has taught your body to fit his daunting size, well. Each propulsion he carves deeper into your walls, a striking reminder of how intimately your body remembers the shape of him.  Â
Rafayel takes to painting littered marks of pleasure against your neck, their lengths already throbbing in impending release, searing within you.Â
You squeeze about them at the sole, ruinous thought of their wet heats, flooding you soon. Moaning against Sylusâ mouth when their pacing turns reckless.
âClose,â Rafayel grits in need, cleaving your thighs up and open to constrain against Sylus, the man behind spares no mercy; hot scaffoldings of his own palms, he curves above Rafayelâs, so your sole choice is but to take.Â
âIâm almost, fuckââ Sylus groans a filthy, guttural sound, âyouâve gone so tight, sweetheart.â Burying his face into the stretch of your shoulder, just as Rafayelâs mouth finds yours at the apex of his pleasure, spurting hot within you.Â
Sylusâ own release, almost immediately after, his cock pulsates its thick release into your body, surge after surge of it, your body unable to accommodate it entirely. Their combined pleasures, the frenzied brush of both their fingers against your clit, sends you hurtling into your own orgasm, sobbing against Rafayelâs mouth. Â
Emptying them both, of their seed, for yourself.
You fall breathless against Sylus, strength and consciousness both seeming to flee with the final sparks of quivering pleasure that jolt about your limbs. Letting yourself rest against the strength of Sylusâ body as he soothes a kiss onto your damp temple. âA job well done, sweetheart.âÂ
His final words, you accept in immense bliss, before entrusting yourself to your men in your vulnerability. Â
A long time has drifted by you, it seems â minutes or hours â you cannot quite tell the difference as your mind edges the cusp of awareness. You recall the sensation of your loversâ hands upon you, phantom breaths that persist against the expanse of your skin, still. Words of adoration, grunts of desire, the press of their lips you feel within each sweet ache of your body. Â
The glancing touch of a hungering mouth, at the places you were weakest. The luxuriating stretch of silken sheets at your back â body coddled in soft fabric â as you shift, eyes drifting open on a haze of lust that still chokes your mind, a simmering wet heat kindling in between your legs. Flowing from you and onto an insistent tongue. Â
Your breath catches in your throat at the sensation, gaze rushing down the expanse of your body to snag at the sight of a silver-haired head buried in between the space of your legs, moon-pale strands brushing the skin of your thighs in ticklish strokes. âOh. Youâre awake.â Xavier speaks, right into your pussy. His fingers pulse about the catch of your legs, keeping you steady for a slow sweep of his tongue into your slit. Sending your fingers grappling forwards, into his hair, your hips lurching up into his mouth.Â
Cheeks flushing fast into crimson at the realisation of how wet heâs made you, in your slumber alone.Â
Xavier relents at last, rising from in between your legs. âIâm sorry. I couldnât help myself.â Your slick drenches his lips, smeared across his jaw; the sight sending a fresh jolt of arousal straight in between your legs.  Â
âXavier,â your voice sounds hoarse to your own ears. âstarlight.âÂ
He nuzzles his cheek, obedient, into the palm you stretch out for him. Pulses a wet kiss onto the expanse of sensitive skin. âWeâre home.â He murmurs, clear cerulean eyes meeting yours.Â
âHow have you been?â The quiet baritone of Zayneâs voice reaches your ears from above, you notice your head lies cradled within his lap, the pads of roughened fingertips scraping gentle circles into your scalp. You shift yourself upright onto the bed. Â
âWell. Now that youâre both here.â You curve coveting fingers about his jaw, luring his face closer to brush a gentle kiss against your loverâs mouth. Â
Zayneâs long changed out of his stifling attire, clad in a loose robe â heâs eased himself by your side. Carding absent fingers through the fall of your hair to hold steady, as you greet each other in chaste kisses. Â
The dayâs harsh lines marred across his bow, softening with each kiss you flitter against his mouth, his cheeks, his lids apiece. He hasnât had a proper weekend off from the hospital in ages; youâre determined to make the most of it now and help ease your belovedâs nerves tonight, and over the course of your rare days off.Â
You all deserved it, this short moment of reprieve, a chance to celebrate and enjoy what was purely yours. Â
You inch up across his lap, body much too aware of the moisture that soaks past swollen folds and leaks onto your thighs, an obscenity barely concealed by the flowing frills of your flimsy nightwear, caressing just past your ass. A fact, Xavier has not let you forget, owing to how his hands havenât deprived you of their warmth, even when his mouth has â slow, stimulating touches across the stretch of your thighs, fingers tickling at the sensitive skin underneath your knees. Â
Xavier advances up the length of the bed, with you. His torso draping onto your back, careful hands gathering your hair to shift onto your other side, he grazes a demure kiss onto the crescent of your exposed shoulder.Â
You sink down upon Zayne, securing your much needed support, in the palms you press against the hard expanse of his chest. âHow was your day?â Murmuring the question into the give of his neck.
âI had a graft and by-pass surgery planned earlier this afternoon.â Zayne replies, fingers trekking a measured path from your throat, down, along the slope of your clavicle; you shiver underneath his scrutiny. âIt went well, so I was able to join you sooner rather than much later.â Â
âOwing all to your brilliance surely, Dr. Zayne.â Your affectionate smile, you secrete against his mouth. âXavier, however. I expected you sooner, starlight.â Â
He hums â a sound of morose defeat â into your skin. âI nearly dozed on my feet during that unnecessarily long briefing.â Burying his face into the side of your neck, to breathe; his next murmurs stifled. âThey couldâve just mailed the mission details to me. I wanted to head back with you too.âÂ
You laugh softly, sinking your fingers indulgently into the silken strands of his hair. âCaptain Jenna would be so upset if she heard you right now.âÂ
âAnd you.â Large palms cup about the pliant flare of your waist, your breath hitches at Zayneâs provocative touch. âIt certainly looks like those two did a somewhat decent job of taking care of you in our absence. The colourâs back in your cheeks.âÂ
You smile, sheepish, at the remembrance of your last meeting; his displeased frown, vivid, from across the barrier of his work desk, as heâd prescribed a few vitamins for you to take, owing to the sallow pallor that had taken your face, an aftermath of long sleepless nights chasing Wanderers.
âOh, they have.â You assure, âSpeaking of, where are my missing two?âÂ
Xavierâs teeth sink into a testing bite at the flesh of your neck. âFixing a meal I think, Sylus mentioned.â He murmurs absently.Â
âAh. We should all haveââ your voice fractures. âdinner together.âÂ
âLater.â Zayne leans forward, mouth skimming a gentle kiss in between your breasts. âRight now, I require you sate a different hunger of mine.â Teeth catching at the gauzy fabric of your lingerie. âDonât make me wait any longer.â The low rugged quality to his request, pooling arousal deep into your belly. Â
âI like how she looks in this,â Xavier smooths a touch down the length of your thigh, fingering, gentle, at the frilled garter of the stocking encasing it. âIâm almost jealous of you, Doctor.â Â
âIt is becoming on her,â Zayne agrees, large fingers cupping about the shape of your breasts, rolling at the peaks. You shift your hips in a grind upon his thigh, in an anguished effort for further stimulation. âBut does the recipient herself approve of my gift?â Â
âShe does,â you gasp. âIf it gets you looking at her with such need, she doesââ The rest of your words, Zayne pilfers right into his mouth in an engulfing kiss.Â
Strong fingers ghost the pliance of your body, down in between your legs to meet Xavierâs. Hot, glancing touches across your quivering pussy, coating their fingers in copious slick. Â
âThe doctor looks so wound up,â Xavier comments mildly. âHelp him relieve some of that pent-up stress, baby.â Â
âYouââ Zayne grunts, just as Xavier steers your bodies until you lie, pliant, upon Zayneâs lap, the straining outline of his arousal barely concealed under the modesty of his robes. You moan enthusiastically, fingers undoing the fastenings of his robe to release him, free against eager lips. Â
âThat looks painful,â Xavier comments with an insouciant shrug, hands firming their grip about your ass to raise. âHow long have you been holding back?âÂ
âQuiet, Xavier.â Zayne reproaches, voice throttled in raw need.Â
Your heart and body immediately melting for him, you put your mouth to the head of his cock, taking him in. Â
A quiver rips across his abdomen at the first lap of your tongue on him, his fingers gentle, encouraging within your hair. A vehement desire cascades forth: to see him make more of that expression, just for you. Â
âWet him for yourself, just like that.â Xavier encourages on a soft catch of breath, tapered fingers curving into your drenched slit to stroke against your frontal walls.Â
Working your tongue steadily, about the generous girth of him â Zayneâs digits remain a patient point of pressure against your scalp â until he hits your throat, pleasant and full, at long last. You groan around him, Zayne swallowing heavily at the vibrations of your throat. Â
âDonât be gentle.â Xavier speaks, releasing himself from the wet confines of your clenching walls â fingers he unfurls forwards, to smear across the free length of Zayneâs cock, your throat could not accommodate. Â
You feel Xavier settle heavy, upon the cleft of your ass; the head of his own cock he glides, indolent, in between your dripping folds. Â
And just as your insides flutter in impatient emptiness at the baiting stimulation, he enters you on a swift stroke, your garbled sound of pleasure, sending you deeper onto Zayne. Â
Xavier sets a furious, punishing pace for the three of you, your mouth working diligent against the hard strain of Zayneâs arousal. Your smothered cries of delight mixing with theirs, heated into the air; Zayneâs low guttural groans stirring deep into your belly, within the same space Xavier works open with his cock. Â
Your silver beast descends upon you, mouth working a steady path along the length of your spine, tongue sweeping a cool, wet trail in its wake. Â
His fingers reach to tuck stray strands of hair away from your face â easing them behind an ear before he gathers the fall of your hair into a gentle fist, granting an obstructed view of your ruination, to your lover in front.Â
The pleasured flush dashed across Zayneâs cheekbones, hurtles higher to witness the wreck of desire you know is upon your face. He looks at you as if he wants to love and ruin you, it sends a jolt of inundating slick, right between your legs. Â
Xavier grunts at your tightening walls, licking a strip up the curve of your ear. âCan Iââ His voice ruptures in overwhelming arousal. ââinside? I want to. Let me?â Â
Your answer; a moan of vehement assent, intermixing with Zayneâs responsive groan. Come for me, Xavier. Â
His grip upon your hips turns bruising, pelvis driving hard against your ass until heâs releasing himself; hot, pulsating strokes of come, painting into you. Â
He pulls almost immediately out of your quivering walls, palms shifting underneath your body to lift, until he positions you, right atop Zayneâs drenched cock. His seed still spilling out onto the swollen head of him, just as he coaxes your hips down to take Zayne in, the two of you groaning out in concert at your union. Â
Zayne surges forwards, sweat soaked forehead pressing against yours; a low, inarticulate curse tumbles from his lips at the clench of your walls, still sensitised from Xavierâs release.Â
âYouâre burning up.â Long, thick digits curve beneath the nerveless stretch of your thighs, guiding you in deep, measured thrusts over his cock. Xavierâs ministrations having had you well-prepared to accommodate Zayne in a single stroke.Â
On usual days, your body able to accept him only in gradual, pleasurable propulsions, he works deep into your pussy. Â
âLean on me.â Zayne speaks. Â
You do as he asks, appreciative of the reprieve allowed to let go and let Zayne guide you both into bliss. His fingers stroke about your entrance, a thumb he grazes against your clit, in an electrifying jolt of pleasure.Â
âCome now.â He instructs the man at your back. Soothing a hand down the curve of your spine when you feel Xavierâs arousal, firmed into solid stone once more, at your entrance. You moan at the prospect of whatâs to come. Never having accepted any of your lovers into the same space, when Zayne is inside you.Â
âBreathe for me.â He asks of you. âLook at me.â And you do, in willing love; gaze finding his, coddled in the comfort of his verdant eyes â steady â even in the heated throes of your combined passion. âI am here for you.â Â
Just as the head of Xavierâs cock presses, insistent at the base of Zayneâs, your body beginning to give into him. Zayne hastens to curb his grunt of pleasure into your mouth, tongues moving against the other as Xavier steadily strokes a slow path into you.Â
Both your men settling whole and so incredibly full within your body, you sigh in shuddered stimulation when they navigate a rhythm in between your bodies, never leaving you empty for even a momentâs reprieve. A stretch so good, it stirs satisfaction deep into your stomach. The desire for them to leave you drenched up to your womb as you voice it on incoherent whispers, head rolling back onto Xavierâs shoulder. Â
Their hands; gripping about the shell of your hips, down upon the flare of your thighs. Across the pinching stimulation of your breasts, your throat. Xavierâs fingers brushing to feel the desperate thrumming of your carotid beneath his hold. Â
Sweeping an index across your damp lip, end to end, before he slips a finger into your mouth, toying at the pink of your tongue as it darts out for a taste. Â
The fever of your desire streaks higher, passion so incinerating, it only takes Zayne a thumbing caress across your clit before you are convulsing, violent about the two of them in a loud, sobbing cry. Wetness slicking down your thighs despite the way they plug you, their pacing climbing faster with each swift second of inundating pleasure your clenching walls force upon them, chasing a high they seek to release into your body alone. Â
And when they come with bated breaths and strangled groans, your combined essence overflows from in between your legs, staining the sheets wide and dark beneath.Â
It is only several breathless moments later that you are able to move, body wasted and draped upon your chosen seat â Zayne does not look as if he minds much, smoothing a kiss onto the sweat-slick stretch of your breastbone. âHappy anniversary, my reckless Hunter.â And then in slower, softer words. âI love you.âÂ
You kiss your response against his mouth; a happy, languorous sound leaving your throat. Curving an arm tighter about Xavier nuzzled into the side of your waist, your gentle beast having settled into a short slumber, after having murmured of needing your warmth close by. Â
The doors to their bedroom slide open just then, to admit Sylus, carrying what looks to be an expensive bottle of wine and a set of glasses, nestled onto a salver perched across his arm. Rafayel, following close on heel, with a large tray on hand; the pleasant scent that wafts from the steam laced spice off the fresh spread of food, triggers your bout of hunger.
âReckless brutes,â Sylus comments, an amused brow he raises upon witnessing the utter disarray of your wrecked states. A smile that skews only wider with the distasteful knit to Zayneâs brow. Â
As if he was one to speak, you wouldâve snorted in defence, if you werenât so drained.Â
Xavier, too, stirs beside you at the commotion just as the last two men of your heart move to join you upon the vast bed. âGet up and eat.â Sylus instructs, rapping his fist against Xavierâs prone form.Â
âYou alright?â Rafayel questions, the moment he is seated at your side, reaching to entwine his fingers in between yours, a hoarse sound of approval you respond with, at his pleasant touch. Â
In between Zayne and Rafayel, they guide your body into an upright position.Â
Your head coasts sideways and onto Rafayelâs shoulder, in languid stupor, as he brings a spoon of hot broth to your lips. âStart with this, youâll feel better once warmed from the inside.â Â
âWarm her, they did already⊠from the âinsideâ that is,â Sylusâ licentious whisper reaches your ears from the side, setting your face to an incandescent glow at the recollection.Â
âCrude.â Rafayel reproaches â you do not, however, miss the scandalised red that seeps across his ears at his provocations.
You join in quiet laughter at Sylusâ words, burying your face deeper against Rafayelâs skin. A cosy arm he immediately brings about your shoulders to hold you close, as he continues to satiate your other, necessary hunger.Â
His scent soothes and settles deep into your lungs, gaze trekking, absent, to the stretch of skin exposed beneath his unbuttoned shirt, from where you smell his perfume strongest. A sudden, stray thought of wanting to lap a path up against him, assaults your mind, sore body responding in feeble protest. Â
A shadow falls upon you; Sylusâ thumb brushing, delicate, at the corner of your lips. âEat well for now. Replenish your strength.â A kiss he nips onto your ear, you shiver at the muted stimulation.Â
âSylusââÂ
âYouâll have your fill of us, as much as your heart desires, after.â He promises in decadent whispers. Â
Your men, proving true to his words; the rest of your long night spent in seeking love against each otherâs skins and within their embrace.Â
Until they engrave proof of their existence â devotion and desire â scattered like scarlet jewels along the canvas of your body.
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The Verdict Due
SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY x FEM!READER TASK FORCE 141 x FEM!READER
Traitors Among Us (Part 1)
Innocents Among You (Part 2)
The Guilty Plea (Part 3)
Clear Skies (Part 5)
Summary: You head to Laswell to talk on the rest of your now ruined military career. Of course, you're forced to confront your team as it happens, the last people on earth you'd like to see.
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Simon's steps are slow, lacking energy or purpose. Releasing the buckles strapping his vest down to him, he finally arrives to his door, lifting the camo from himself.
His forehead pressing into the wooden door, he finds it harder and harder to open everyday, seeing reminders of you every moment of everyday, when he closes his eyes, when he lays down in bed. Hell when he opens the door. He hated this room now.
Outside of the place that you both had made your home away from war, from battle, from the base, this was where the two of you had once spent most of your time.
He raised his head off the door, before bringing it back down on it, then doing it again, this time hard enough to hurt. "Fuck," he cursed, cursing himself, his stupid decisions, the times he'd never get back, the mistakes he'll never be able to erase. Huffing out bitterly, squeezing his eyes shut, he's still for a moment, before banging his fist against the wall. "Fuck!" There's a crackle along the wall, a clatter of dust and dried paint hitting his feet.
A shuddered breath leaves him, swallowing down his grief, his anger at himself. But, he can't help it. He's ruined everything.
Simon's head stays there against the doorway, he doesn't want to go in.
His head turns a bit, seeing a figure down the hallway, straightening up, dark eyes squinting. "Johnny?"
Quiet and Still. The Scotsman's mouth is set in a hard line, he runs a hand down his face, smearing the mess he'd made of himself. "I..." he breathes deeply. "I saw her today."
"You what?" Simon perks up, eyes wide. He looks past his comrade, seeing the open doorway of your room, "She's here," he speaks, voice alight and hopeful. Making his way past Johnny, "She's here?" he asks this time, bracing himself at her doorway.
But, the room is a mess and void of you. He'd nearly forgotten how the soldiers had left it, the day it happened he could watch it, it would've been too finalizing of what he thought was your betrayal. Today was meant to be the day they'd clean it all up, due to plaguing themselves with missions and ops that required long weeks, long hours. No one wanted to think about what they'd done.
But, now they'd only made another mistake in waiting too long. And now you had to be greeted by this mess.
"I didn't know it was--" Johnny couldn't turn back to the room, back to Simon, as he spoke. "I didn't know we did so much to her. I thought--how long--how could I--" he shakily began. "--how could you?" Simon's eyes flicker to his friend, dark circles and sunken cheeks seem to worsen. "She was so...she couldn't even look at me, Si. Like I'd make her sick, like I'd--hurt her again...I've never--" his fingers claw at his chest, hoping to rip away the ache in his heart, eyes haunted to tears and staring into the dark of his memory as he thought back. "I'd never--" he can't finish.
"She was here?" Simon asked again.
Johnny's clouded eyes look to Simon, opening his mouth before opting for nodding. Clearing his throat, finally seeming to get a handle on himself, "Just left."
"She what?" Simon bolts out towards the stairs, pushing through the doorway and jumping down the first flight to rush through the rest.
As he gets to the lobby floor, he shoves through the door, revealing the hallway to him, running down the long stretch before ramming into the side wall to catch himself at the corner. He continues down the way, running as fast as he's able, before bursting through the side doors of the front lobby.
He sees you immediately, beyond the glass doorways.
"(Y/n)..."
He's running before he can think to get his legs moving.
---
Leaving the dormitories, finally leaving behind the spare hospital wear that you had swapped for your own clothes, you waved down the first vehicle you'd seen.
The driver letting you into the truck, the two of you unaware as he begins to drive off, Simon shoving his way through the residential doors and coming to a stop in the middle of the street as you drive away.
You, having hopped a ride with one of the soldiers making his rounds, the Jeep shakes with the changing terrain, providing more conversation than the trooper that was much too quiet. Shifting his shoulders, adjusting his fingers around the leather, glancing one too many times through the mirror.
It was getting weird. But, you were a familiar face on the base, unfortunately now, it used to be because you were good at your job, the best sniper they had on the force. But now, it was because you were the first proclaimed traitor of the force in decades and the first to be wrong about.
So, the new attention is nothing to be pleased about.
"Find something interesting to look at, soldier?"
Back straightening, body stiffening and eyes facing the road, the trooper swallows thickly at having been caught eyeing you. "No, ma'am!"
"Then I suggest you keep your eyes on the road."
"Yes, ma'am!" clearing his throat. "Sorry, ma'am, I don't mean to stare."
Arms crossed, head turned to watch the smaller buildings go by, your jaw clenched. "It's fine..." you breathe, before relaxing a bit more as the drive goes farther and farther away from the residential areas. Eyes flickering over to the still tense trooper, you mutter. "Ease."
His shoulders drop, head turning, flustered. "Sorry, ma'am."
It was always strange to be called 'Ma'am' by fellow soldiers, usually you were only a year or so apart, others you had been younger by ten years or older by five. But, this trooper was new to the force, young, clearly still jumpy, you had been the same after your first missions on the Task Force.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," the trooper then speaks, shakily.
"You don't have to keep--"
"About what happened to you," he continued. "I'm not sure if you heard that yet, but it's--that sounds--I can't imagine. I'm sorry that happened to you."
For a moment too long you're quiet, holding your breath, staring at the scenery as it whistled on past, the wind whipping through your hair. Your nails tearing into your skin as you rake them over your scars, smearing the line of blood left after ripping out your IV line, abandoning it as you found a ride.
"Get any cool scars out of it, at least?" he jokes, lightheartedly.
Your eyes snap his way, his eyes widening before he looks back to the road, back to stiff.
You open your mouth to speak, but you can't. You're just angry, too angry to find the words. But, you don't want to take it out on him, he was just attempting to alleviate whatever burden he imagined to be on your shoulders. But, all it was was a reminder, this was all anyone could think of anymore, when it came to you, this ordeal.
The apologies, the reminders, the quiet looks, the whispers, the fucking gnawing pain still splintered through your spine, you were tired of it.
The car pulls up to the largest administrative building on the base camp, hopefully you were right and this was where Laswell was posted up.
Quickly pulling the car handle as the trooper steps out of the vehicle to assist you, you hurriedly speak as he reaches to touch you. "I've got it," you hiss out, harsher then you meant. Stepping down and off the platform, onto the sidewalk, you forget you don't have your IV pole to at least stabilize you. So, when you stumble, he grabs your arm, his other resting on your shoulder.
"Woah!" his grip lacks gentleness, though not bruising, it's enough to set you off.
Your arm goes back and over his arm, shrugging him off, roughly. "I said I got it!" Your palm pushing into his shoulder and sending him back and off of you, he shifts back and nearly off his feet, catching himself.
"Alright, jeez!"
You're stumbling back into the light pole luckily a few steps behind you, leaning yourself against the cemented metal, you balance yourself. Shaking off the buzz in your ears and rubbing away the tension built along your skin, taking a few shuttered breaths, turned away from the soldier.
The trooper takes a few steps away from you, expression lifted to frustration and annoyance, rolling his eyes, brows furrowed and back pedaling to the Jeep. "Fucking crazy," he mutters to himself, adjusting his gear and stepping up back to the vehicle.
But, he doesn't make it very far until you're on him.
"What the fu--!"
Taking the opening of his kevlar and yanking him out of the vehicle, unable to catch himself fast enough to get to his feet. You hold a steel grip on the collar of his uniform, literally holding him up by his straps, pulling his entire bodyweight off the ground, leaning down so you're face to face with him. "Say it again," you snapped, eyes dark and boring into his skull. "I wanna have a good excuse for what I'm about to do to you."
He was taller, probably stronger, but looking up at you, he could see the years of mayhem and chaos that's burned itself into your irises, made you the lieutenant he'd tripped up on properly respecting. "I didn't--I didn't say anything! I'm sorry, ma'am, it won't--it won't happen again!"
Nostrils flared, eyes flickering between his wide, fearful ones, your hands loosen around his gear. He falls forwards, landing on his forearms with a groan, releasing a relieved breath.
He looks up, watching as you turn and make your trek into the building. You had seemed so fragile before, with a limp in your walk, scars head to toe and those braces along your legs, he assumed you had no fight in you. He couldn't have imagined, five minutes, he'd be wrong.
---
"Laswell."
The Station Chief turns, manila folder files in hand, brows raised at the intrusion before her eyes widen at the sight of your tired figure.
"Gray..."
You don't wait to be invited inside, instead pulling up a chair as you let the door close behind you. Not fully out of a lack of respect but your legs were killing you and surely if you wait a second longer you'll literally tear a muscle. "You free?"
"Never. But, I can make time," she answers. "Is something wrong?"
You bite down on your tongue. What isn't wrong.
"I put in a request for council in resignation, ma'am. I'm just here to know if it went through."
"I did...receive your request," The woman is still quite surprised to see you, a bit off put at your presence, hearing about your scars was one thing, seeing them was another. "Of course. Though, I expected you to wait for my call before deciding to come to me."
"I'm sure," you feigned a slight chuckle that faded as soon as it started. You say nothing else but stare.
Laswell sighs, tossing down the folder she'd been holding. "Look, Lieutenant Gray--"
"Just (L/N)," you gritted out. "Please." You couldn't stand your codename at the moment, you didn't want to carry a single thing this team had given you.
"Lieutenant..." Laswell pulled up a chair on the opposite side of the long table, facing you, "You've accomplished much on the force, saved lives, eliminated threats that had the potential to level the united nations, your honors and distinctions. At the very least, here, your guidance is a treasure..."
"I'd like my resignation to be approved, Chief--"
Laswell continues. "I need you to careful think about what you're doing here, Gray--(L/n). I don't want you to be motivated by what's happened to you, you still have a place on the force, it doesn't have to be beside your team. Don't waste your talents in the field because of this experience."
"Experience," You scoffed at the word, nose cringing up in disgust at the downplay. "I didn't go on a rollercoaster at Disney World, god--I was tortured by my team for weeks while my fiancé threatened to kill me afterwards..." you were about to lose your mind. "What makes any of you think I'd want to stay here? Why can't any of you just respect my decision to leave? I'm resigning."
Laswell settles back into her chair, lips pressing together, she makes a hum of a sound. "I can arrange a transfer," she compromised. "But, my authorization goes through only after informing Price, he also needs to sign off on this."
Your jaw clenches, your fingers tightening around your clasped hands. "Then how about that favor you owe me?"
Station Chief straightens, brow lifting and arms crossed. "Excuse me, soldier?"
Sighing, reaching a hand into your bag, you bring out a folder of your own, some documents signed off. "I had to wonder who the evidence was sent to, given it was right after our mission and Price doesn't even look at his reports to sign off on something in under 24 hours, it wasn't him," watching as Laswell opened the folder, revealing her own name signing off on the interrogation, just a few of the photos that'd declared you guilty. "Thanks for ruining my career, Laswell."
She spreads out the evidence, her own signature on the papers, she breathes out. "And what are you trying to do here, Gray?"
"Stop calling me that."
"Trying to threaten me with what exactly--?"
"Nothing," you answered. "I'm asking for a favor, from someone I thought was my friend," you find it harder to say, Laswell's jaw clicks and she shifts in her chair. "You owe me that much."
"It's the job, (L/n). I was protecting our own, our resources were very promising."
"Until they weren't, huh?" you sarcastically gritted out.
"Yes..." Laswell sighs. "I do apologize, (L/n), but--"
"Just do this for me," you interrupted, pleading this time. "Please. I can't go to him, I can't even look at Simon, let alone Price. Forget about being in the same room with them. I just--I can't be here, this isn't where I belong anymore," looking down at your hands, the scars that circled your wrists. This was a final decision. "I'm resigning with or without you."
Rising from your seat, Laswell stands as you do, "You resign without clearance, they'll take everything from you. Your pension, your insurance, retirement, everything, you'll be dishonorably discharged, you understand that?"
"'Course, I do," you admit. "Honestly, I thought I'd be dead on a mission somewhere before I saw any of that, I don't expect anything out of this. Nothing's...worth any of this."
As you turn the handle to leave, Laswell speaks once more. "I just wanted to enlighten you on what I'm risking for you, signing off on this."
At that, you glance back to her, watching as the older woman sighs heavily, picking up a pen, opening up the manila folder she'd been holding onto previously. Opening it up to reveal your resignation papers.
"If I do this, when I call on you, Gray," Laswell says. "I expect you to be there."
As she wrote her signature down on the dotted line, you swallowed down the ache that's plagued you for weeks, "I swear."
As the station chief continues down the packet, turning to the next page and signing once again, you slowly slide back into your chair, sitting silently as you watch her sign off on your leave from military service.
You bring your hand up fast as a tear runs down your face, wiping it away before Laswell can see, sniffing quietly.
---
Walking slowly down the side hallway of the admin building, you stare out into space, your eyes glistening as you hold the signed resignation packet to your chest, pressing it to yourself tightly.
Passing the front desk, the security posted up at the elevators, you enter the main hall and come to a stop. Your grip on your documents tightening as you watch rain pour out onto the outer glass of the windows.
Watching the downpour outside, you can't seem to get your feet moving to just leave this place. That's all you need to do, just...walk right through it, into a car, past the gates, onto the highway. Just...go home.
As you flinch at the pitter patter of the rain hitting the building, a short burst of thunder, you try to inch your way closer to the doors but the closer you get, the more you can remember. The more you can feel.
The rain gets louder, and louder. It's cold, although you recall it being 90 degrees and in the middle of the desert. It must just be you.
Putting your folder away and into your bag, the automatic doors open for you, but it's too hard to step through. Staring out into the open landscape, the dividing border of the desert land and the gates surrounding the base. The dry ground now turning muddy, trucks driving by and the mud swelling up at the change in pressure, soldiers rushing through the rain, kicking up mud, flicking up umbrellas.
Breathing deeply, you scuff your shoes forwards, feeling the first drop hit your skin, it's warm, but it's no comfort. Gasping at the feeling, you stumble back into the building, the automatic doors closing.
Short gasps of breath quietly leave you, your nails burrow into the skin of your forearm, you stare at the rain as it pelts at the ground, flooding pot holes and falling into storm drains.
The automatic door opens again, you back up, shifting to the side, as an officer gives you a strange look as he walks past and into the rain.
Your hesitance to proceed into the rain was noticed by a few in the main lobby. Like Kyle, who still stood in his mission uniform, dropping off his reports to the main desk, getting off the elevator to see you staring up at the cloudy sky.
His eyes widening in shock, he's lost in his own world when he begins to take steps towards you, lips parting in disbelief, voice cracking as he breathes out to say, to beg or plead for forgiveness.
The automatic door opens again as you shuffle forwards to try to step outside, he doesn't fully notice your fear of the weather when he speaks.
"(Y/n)..."
You turn at the sound of your name and his eyes flicker to the large scar along your cheek, the red of your eye still, that had changed the color of your iris, maybe permanently. The way you hold your bag tight in your hands as if to shield it from the rain before yourself.
You don't say anything, he hadn't expected you to. You stare at him, surprised to see him, then the expression changes to terror, brows pulling inward and hands sinking into your bag to bring it closer. His heart aching at your reaction to him, his lips pressing together, he doesn't know if she should say another thing. Just let you go.
"(Y/n), I..." he can't help himself as he continues, breathlessly.
You back away from him, out of the building and into the rain. The moment it hits your back, soaking through your shirt, rain hitting the top of your head, down your back, you tense up and spin around.
Kyle's brows furrow, before worriedly witnessing as you curl into yourself instantly, crying out in terror, your hands coming up and over your head. "(Y/n)!"
Realizing what you'd done, your back hits the glass doorway, too late for the doorway to register you wanting to come back inside. You stumble to the corner of the building, just next to the doorway and under the too small gutter to find any shelter from the pelting water at your skin.
A loud sob leaves you, squeezing your eyes shut, you can feel the torture starting again, the unbearable freeze of your limbs, the force of crashing pounds of water along your spine. The screams they would pull from you...
Your torment lasts only a few seconds, suddenly the rain stops, but the sound continues around you. A coat settling around your shoulders and over your head, Kyle's hands on your shoulders, he's yelling over the thunder. "Come on, let's get you out of this. Come on, (Y/n)," he takes your arms. "Let me help you, please!"
"You did this," you cried. "I told you. I told you it wasn't me. But, you kept turning it back on! And then you'd leave it like that and it drove me fucking insane. I'll never be ok again, I can't--" hyperventilating. "Don't touch me, Kyle."
Kyle swallows thickly, head hanging low, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before leaning down to you. "I can't leave you here like this, please, love," he hauls you up to your feet. You shove him back, pressing yourself further into the corner, shaking, "(Y/n)--"
"Don't put your fucking hands on me. What don't you get, huh?" you spat. Pulling off the jacket he'd placed over you, tensing at ever drop of rain that fell over you after, but you toss it back at him. "I don't want anything from you. Never again."
"I'm sorry," Kyle clutches the jacket. "I'm so bloody sorry. I'm sorry for every damn thing I'd ever done to you. I'm sorry we didn't listen. I should've never done that to you. I didn't want to, I just--I thought I was doing the right thing for all of us," his voice breaks and he cries under the rain as his little sister, his family, hatefully stares him down. "I thought you'd give in, that it'd be over as quick as it started! I'm sorry I couldn't trust that you were telling the truth all that time."
"I don't want your apology!" you yell. "Cause you'll never know the same feeling. You'll never understand what you've taken from me. What you've done to me--" hiccupping painfully.
Kyle looks away from you, inhaling with a shudder, reddening eyes are covered as he raises his hands to run over his face.
"Your apologies. Your wishes for forgiveness," you seethe. " You should keep them. They mean nothing to me."
With that, you shove on past him, re-entering the building and rushing down the hallway, you turn the corner away from Kyle. Leaving the distraught man out in the rain, the automatic door sliding closed as he looks on after you.
Part 5 OUT NOW!
#call of duty x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley angst x reader#ghost angst#cod x reader#call of duty#ghost x reader#cod angst#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley angst
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imagine logan seeing you again
logan x reader
warning: some deadpool x wolverine spoilers. this takes place after the movie. under 1k words.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
The apartment was packed jammed with friends and some foes of Wade Wilson. There might have been music playing in the background, but Logan couldnât tell when his eyes locked with the figure walking through the front door. His heart dropped, he felt sick to his stomach as his eyes fluttered. It had to be a dream but then he quickly came to his senses.
This wasnât his universe, his world. He was somewhere entirely new. He caught his breath as Wade shouted out an exclamation of joy. Logan watched as he drew up from his seat to greet you with an overzealous hug, pulling you toward the group at the table. Â Wade held you rough by the shoulders and grinned. âLook who decided to come out of retirement, conveniently after we,â he pointed to Logan then himself. âSaved the fucking world. Avengers, who? Bunch of assholes, if you ask me.â
âYou sound like a man scorn, Wade,â you teased, offering a wave of a hand to your friends. The idiot next to you was right, the whole superhero thing had been a thing of the past. You have been a regular civilian for a few years now and have been loving a more relaxed existence â not being threatened daily was like, nice. âDonât worry, youâll see all the details in the movie. Have you meant my little angry beaver, the Wolverine?â
Your head jerked to where the older gentlemen was sitting, and you grinned. âI havenât had the pleasure. I never met this worldâs Logan â we ran in different circles. Itâs nice to meet you.â
His heart relaxed and he confidently held out a hand, ignoring the interested glance from Laura. âNice to meet you.â
âTake a seat next to Logan,â Wade urged, winking over to his new hesitant partner. âIâm sure he can fill you in on all the fun weâve had together. Tell her about the sex ramp we had in the car that one time.â
âDo you ever shut the fuck up?â Logan cursed, telling you to ignore him.
âI usually do,â you laughed, thanking Vanessa for the beer she slid over from her side of the table. Popping it open, you relaxed and asked Logan how this place was treating him. âMust be weird, coming here. Itâs like your world, right? Just slightly different?â
âSomething like that.â
âDid we know each other back there?â
Your question seemed so invasive and frank â it almost made Logan smile because some people never changed, no matter what universe. Back where he came from, you were such a firecracker little shit. He had his hands full dealing with your bullshit. You were always running towards danger with little regard for your own safety because you had him. He had always been at your side, or at least, trying to catch up but he had always been there for you.
Logan had loved you and you had loved him.
Two reckless mutants.
Then you died and that sent him straight down a barrel of alcohol and indifference, to everyone and everything in his world. Which led to his greatest shame of all, allowing his family to be murdered because he was too busy drinking his sorrows away. He had long forgotten what it felt like to see you smile or hear you laugh, to feel your fingertips on his skin. The weight of your head on his chest as you slept, he never could replicate that feeling and yet, here you were.
A different version of you but God, the same.
âWe were friends, really good friends.â
The hint of sadness in his voice was enough for you to understand and maybe not truly, but something had happened. That much was evident and while it might have been silly, you wanted nothing more than to comfort this man next to you. The room seemed to fall quiet, but no one was paying attention, except the girl next to Logan. Your eyes met hers, but she just smiled and looked away. Loganâs eyes were focused on the beer in his hands, but his eyes jerked up when a gentle hand touched the top of his. Your skin ablaze his and it felt wrong to feel like he had once when he didnât even know you. Not this version of you, a woman he knew nothing about. It didnât feel right but he wanted nothing more to allow this to go on. To see who you were in this world.
Did he deserve that? After everything that happened.
âWere? I wonât pry but it seems like life has given you a second chance, Logan.â You smiled softly and removed your hand from his, lifting your beer can to him. âYou guys saved this world; a second chance is the least the universe can give you. Why not take it?â
Logan chuckled lowly. âThe version of you I knew also had a deficiency in reasoning.â
A hard smack landed on his chest, and he laughed, which made you laugh. âYeah, well, at least I donât look like that idiot.â
Looking over to where you pointed to Wade, who had decided to show off his hair piece, Logan smirked. âYeah, thatâs fucking terrible.â
The two of you smiled at each other and something clicked in that moment, leaving the both of you quiet until you broke the tension. âTo not looking like Wade Wilson.â
Logan clicked his beer against yours and felt a settling in his heart. Maybe he did deserve a second chance, at least, he could start toward earning that second chance. âAmen to that.â
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protective ex-husband!simon, implied violence/break-in
âi know! and thatâs when i told her-â you paused, your hand halfway to the keys at the bottom of your purse. your apartment door was open, a menacing sliver of darkness awaiting you. âhey, iâm going to have to call you back.â you ended the call with your friend, slowly backing away from your door. shit. you knew you locked the door when you left for work, and no one else had a copy of your key. a creeping sensation came over you, like someone was watching from within. slowly, you retreated, taking the elevator down to your apartmentâs lobby as the anxiety crawled through your body. you wracked your brain, wondering if you should call the police. wondering if they would even believe you. there was only one call to make.
âcome on, pick up.â you tapped your foot impatiently as your ex husband took forever to answer the phone. it was all you could do to not think about your home being violated, about a potential stalker or date gone wrong.
ââello?â
âsi- simon, itâs me.â
âi know, lovie. thatâs why i picked up.â you let out a quiet sob of relief at his voice, the bottle on your emotions starting to leak.
âwhatâs wrong?â his voice changed, immediately hearing your silent tears. he could always read you too well. âi donât want to bother you butâ you hiccupped. shit. âbut my apartment door was open and iâm pretty sure i closed it, i usually do. i donât know if im being silly but now im in the lobby and im just scared, simon.â there was a fumbling sound, the echoes of simon zipping up his jacket and pulling on his shoes.
âgo to that cafe across the street, dove. go get yourself one of those overpriced hot chocolates. iâll be there in 15.â
9 minutes later, your shaking hands were tapping random patterns on the cafe table, unable to raise your drink to your mouth without spilling it. your eyes were locked onto the wood grain, counting lines to distract yourself.
suddenly, a gloved hand covered yours. you looked up and there he was, your ghost in all his glory. you forgot everything for a second, forgot the past arguments and the strained silences, and flung yourself into his arms. you breathed in his comforting scent of pinewood that masked his cigarettes, a cologne you got him four years ago for christmas. your face was wet, and as he pulled you back to check you for injuries, his thumb brushed a stray tear away from your face. you didnât even realize you were crying.
ââs okay, baby. iâm here now. give me your keys.â you fumbled for your keys, purse strap sliding off your shoulder as your hands shook too much to keep it balanced. simon caught it gracefully, finding your keys in the same pocket you always kept them. âstay here. iâll be back.â you nodded instinctively. only when you saw his figure retreat to your apartment building, clothed in all black like a figure of death, you realized you hadnât told him your new apartment number.
twenty minutes passed. simonâs presence had worked like medicine as your heart rate has now dropped back down to normal, your hands stable enough to finish your drink. any other person would be worried for simonâs safety, but you knew the only person you should be concerned for was your intruder.
âyouâre stayinâ with me tonight.â he was back, looking exactly the same. he wasnât even winded. âthank you simon, but donât be ridiculous. i can get a hotel. you live so far from my work anyways.â he approached you, crowding into your space as he leaned over you, even with a cafe table in between. âconsider it payment then.â he tilted your chin up with his left hand as he hid his other one, covered with blood, in his pocket. âone way or another, youâre in my bed tonight, dove.â you gulped at that. âand iâve got riley in the car. you wouldnât abandon him, would you?â of course he had gotten your cat when he checked out your apartment. riley hated men, but never simon. cheeky bastard.
âyou win.â
fast forward a couple of hours and you were getting ready for bed at simonâs, belly full from the meal he had made you. riley made himself at home on the living room couch, of course. âheâs in my spot.â you gestured to your cat on the couch. âwhaâ dâya mean?â your husband simon was now in sweats and sweats only, clean from the shower he had after you both got home back to his place. you pretended not to see him methodically wash blood out of his fingernails, reasoning quite easily with yourself that it was for a good cause.
âmy couch for tonight.â simon moved toward you and you avoided his eyes, trying not to stare at how beautiful he still was. muscular but thick, torso adorned with scars you used to trace on sunday mornings when you both stayed in bed until the afternoon. he gripped your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. âtoldâya you were in my bed tonight, dovie.â you swallowed and he watched your throat move, memories of you swallowing something else countless times rising to the surface.
âdonât be silly, simon. that would cross a line.â
âwhat line?â his arms were crossed now, drawing your attention to an unfamiliar tattoo right above his heart. a small dove.
âweâre not together anymore, simon.â
âyouâre still my wife.â
silence. he was always like this, pushing you until you broke. he was unwilling to compromise, even on the smallest of issues. usually youâd fight him, spit fire until you lost your voice. tonight though, you were reminded of how he was the only person you were able to call, the only one committing dark sins without asking, all for your safety. instead, you threw your hands up and walked into his bedroom, mechanically stripping as you put on one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. you felt his eyes on you, burning a hole through the fabric. you were tired, so tired of this push and pull.
âwhat.â you whipped around, all venom. his eyes were impossibly soft, holding yours with a peaceful caress. âyouâre as beautiful as the day i lost you.â your fire went out at that. âyouâre just trying to get me naked.â you mumbled, looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. you watched as his body came into view, pressing your forehead against his bare skin.
âcould see you in a thousand layers and youâd still be the most beautiful person iâve ever seen, dove.â ever so slowly, your hands crept up his body to grab his shoulders and neck. he picked you up with ease, turning the lights off and tucking you both in bed. âwhen did you get the tattoo?â you asked in the dark.
â3 months and 12 days ago.â what would have been your 3rd year of marriage, your anniversary. you lowered your head and gave him a kiss right where the tattoo was. âcan we talk about it in the morning?â you snuggled into him, that familiar scent calming you once again. âalways, dove.â he kissed your forehead, smiling in the dark.
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idk why im obsessed with the break-in and simon to the rescue trope but its fueling me lately
#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley smut#simon riley wife#ghost call of duty#tornadothoughts#ex husband ghost#fluff
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Resonance
sylus x fem!reader - read part 2!
summary: with the aether core's auction quickly approaching, you're growing desperate to resonate with sylus. fortunately for you, he has a suggestion... even if it is less conventional.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, p in v, fingering, teasing, spit kink, light choking, oral sex, praise kink, slightly ooc sylus?, minor canon divergence
wc: 4.5k
a/n: my first time writing a full fic or smut for that matter! given how many times sylus was trying to hold the mc's hand, i just figured he'd be into it. tried to be strong for zayne, but that didn't work out... sorry zayne. hope you guys like it! <3
also posted on ao3!
Youâre starting to regret your plan to sneak into the N109 Zone. From being drugged to nearly being killed, you werenât exactly faring well in the unfamiliar place.Â
A deep sigh escapes you, fingers rubbing at your aching temples. The headache had gotten worse, the band around your head wrapping tighter and tighter. You couldnât leave though, no matter how desperately you wanted to, not when the Aether Coreâs other half was up for auction in a weekâs time. Sylus had also been distant. Despite saving you from the night raid, he had hardly come to visit while you were staying at Onychinusâ base. The twins, Luke and Keiran had kept you company though. They werenât as wicked as you thought them to be, only young men that were intent on working for Onychinus, driven by their own motivations.Â
The week was bound to shorten however, and you were growing antsy. Any reservations you had about resonating with Sylus were fading quickly as the auction date grew closer. He was right in a sense, you two needed to resonate, especially after that night raid when the Wanderers had attacked. The auction wouldnât go smoothly either, you knew that much. Sylus had money, but traitors were lurking everywhere. The shopkeeperâs voice rings in your head, reminding you that Sylus hadnât been responsible for the explosions. Absolving him of being responsible had been hard enough. Â
Plucking at the strap of your nightgown, youâre contemplating whether you should sneak out. Sylus had been accommodating enough so far, and you were tempted to push your boundaries. He had, after all, left a pile of clothes for you. Strangely enough, they were all in the right size, accompanied by Mephisto who had let out a loud caw before flying out, its claws making a playful swipe for your hair.Â
A few more anxious plucks at the strap of the nightgown and youâre sneaking out. Feed pad against the floor softly, nightgown swaying as you move through the hallway. You pause when you hear voices, hearing the thud of your own heart as you hold your breath. Itâs Sylus and another man. The conversation is too muffled to listen into, incoherent words blending in together.
The door creaks open and youâre tucking yourself behind a pillar, hiding in the dark. The sound of footsteps fades into the distance and the breath youâre holding escapes into a quiet exhale.
âYou can come out now,â A voice drawls. Sylus. You hated how he could sense your presence. Stepping out from behind the pillar, your back straightens, walking into his room. Itâs dark, just like him. Expensive furniture, books stacked onto a bookshelf and a bed on the other side of the large room. The curtains are open, moonlight flowing in through the windows, mixing with the ambient lighting. He sits behind his desk, eyes trained on you, nursing a cup of wine. âI see youâre wearing my gift,â he says, eyes dragging over the nightgown. You scoff, eyes narrowing at him, âIt was hardly a gift, and itâs not like I could sleep in my Hunter uniform.â
He only takes another sip of wine, eyebrows raising. His nonchalance is making you feel irritated. âYouâre avoiding me,â you announce, arms crossing over your chest, âis there any reason?â
He laughs, low and deep, âI thought youâd be grateful for the reprieve, or maybe you donât hate me as much as you think you do.â That has you scowling. You want to wipe his stupid smug smile right off his face. âRelax,â he says, his fingers tapping against his desk as he leans back in his chair âI had more important things to attend to.â That catches your attention. More important things? Perhaps heâd have answers, and you needed answers, about the N109 Zone, about Onychinus, about anything .Â
âPrivate matters,â he murmurs, red eyes keeping you in place ânothing for you to get involved with.â
Your scowl only grows deeper, almost forgetting what you came in here for. Your feet move across the carpet, hands landing on the edge of his desk in an attempt to look intimidating.
âI want to try resonating with you,â you say, deciding to change tactics.
He hums, red eyes boring into yours. âWe already tried that, and unfortunately, you seem content on disliking me,â he replies.
A frustrated noise escapes you, âItâs your fault!â you accuse, glaring at him.Â
He only stares back at you blankly. You feel like a child throwing a tantrum under his gaze. âJust- please? â you ask, voice softening slightly. Heâs letting out an inconvenienced sigh and your body is moving, red tendrils swooping around your body as he draws you closer to him. âHand,â he demands. You reach forward, and his hand clasps yours, fingers lacing together. A deep breath gets sucked in through your mouth and your eyes squeeze shut, trying to channel your energy and resonate with him. You think about his stupidly handsome face, his low voice and the times he had saved you. Both of your knuckles are white with how tightly youâre squeezing his hand. Thereâs nothing though, absolutely nothing. No sparks, no glowing light, no Evol resonance. Letting out a defeated sigh, you let go of his hand. He stares back at you, eyes searching. âThere is something wrong with you,â he says, drawing his hand back to take another sip of wine.
âMaybe if you tried being more likeable, this would be easier,â you retort, sending him another glare.
Sylus only laughs, his head tilting, âYou werenât so intent on resonating with me earlier. So much so that you shot me.â
âYou shot yourself,â you correct, voice sharp, âand the change in mind is because of the auction.â
He peers over at you, eyes calculating. You canât tell whatâs going through his head, you can never tell. It puts you on edge. Sylus is a dangerous man and you arenât able to predict a single one of his moves.
âYouâre afraid of Wanderers,â he surmises, hands clasping in his lap.Â
His chair rolls out a bit from his desk and your eyes are dipping to see his legs spread as he gets comfortable. Thereâs a stretch in the black trousers as his thighs strain against the material and youâre swallowing harshly, eyes snapping back up to meet his gaze. If he noticed your wandering eyes, he doesnât say anything.
âIâm not scared!â you protest, feeling exasperated âIâm simply worried that something might happen. We both know that the Aether core might become unstable with energy fluctuations, and who knows what sort of Wanderers that flux might attract?â
âI am more than capable of handling any danger,â Sylus says, his tone dark, âor do you need a refresher of what happened after I saved you during the night raid?â
You wince at the memory. It appears he doesnât like being underestimated. Itâs even worse that you remember. There had been blood and screams when his Evol had eviscerated the men that had been there.
âNo refreshers needed,â you reply quickly.
Your plan of resonating with him is ill-thought, you realise. You canât get your mind to change, no matter how hard you try. Head hanging low, you decide to back off. Sylus is right at least. He would be capable enough of defeating any danger there, but his assurance isnât enough to quell your doubts. Silence passes over you both, only interrupted by your feet shifting on the spot.Â
âThere is another way,â Sylus says slowly, a wicked grin spreading across his face, âit is less conventional of course, hardly attempted at.â
Hardly attempted at? Was he planning to put your life on the line? Maybe that would work out for him, weaken you enough to get you to resonate with him and then steal the Aether core lodged in your heart.
âAnd this way isâŠ?â you prompt, raising your brows.Â
His grin only grows wider. Sylus stands up, long legs stalking towards you until heâs standing in front of you, his red eyes staring down at you. His cold hand reaches out, fingers grabbing at your chin to tilt your head as his own head dips towards your ear. You shiver, feeling his warmth breath against your skin. âSex,â he whispers.
Well, you certainly werenât expecting that. Your cheeks are hot with embarrassment, gaze averted to the side.
He clicks his tongue, âWhy so embarrassed? I thought you wanted to resonate, sweetie .âÂ
âYouâre more insane than I thought,â you hiss, shoving at his chest.Â
He lets out a throaty laugh, a smirk spreading across his lips as he stumbles back a bit at the force of your push.Â
âYou seemed desperate,â Sylus says when he stops laughing, âI was only letting you know of all the options.â
âThat shouldnât even be an option!â you snap, growing flustered by the second. Sex with Sylus ? He was a murderer and completely and utterly unhinged, not to mention the leader of an illegally run gang. You were not having sex with him. Your irritation festers, head falling into your hands as you stand there. He doesnât say anything, only reaching for his wine and finishing off his cup.Â
âFuck me,â you sigh tiredly, rubbing at your aching temples again.
âDonât tempt me,â he replies. Your head snaps upwards at that, glaring at him. Irritation has only led to you making a poor choice of words.Â
âIâm leaving,â you say forcefully, holding your head high.
You should be leaving by now, storming off back to your room lying a few doors away. You should be, except your poor feet arenât working.
He stares at you expectantly, a hint of smile on his face as his brows raise.
âI am leaving,â you repeat, voice hardening.
He only nods his head towards the door. Part of you wants to stay, to find out what he means, but the implications are clear and you wonât do that with him. Especially not him.
You donât get very far though, the door lock fastening in place with a resounding click . His Evol curls around your body, the inky red and black lines tugging you back towards him. Sylus is reaching for you, his hand cupping your cheek. You have half the mind to lean into his touch. âI think weâll both have more fun if you stay,â he whispers against your ear, arms drifting across your nightgown to wrap around your waist and tug you closer.
He peers down at you, and your breath catches in your throat. Without thinking, youâre leaning into him, body pressing against him.
âI think you want to stay,â he continues, hands sliding up to pet at your hips.
âYou- you donât know what I want,â you manage out, voice airy, âand I want to leave.â
He hums, hand finding your cheek again. His thumb rubs across your skin, and it sets you alight.
âDid you forget?â he murmurs, head dipping to meet your height, âI can see what people desire the most, and it appears you, my dear Hunter, desire me.â
Youâre letting out a soft curse. You had forgotten about that stupid detail, about his ability to see what people desired. Squirming in his grasp, you try to get away, but he holds you still, letting out a disappointed sigh.
âWill you not indulge yourself?â he whispers, voice lilting. You think he could be a siren in disguise.
Thereâs a shuddering breath escaping you. You donât get a chance to answer, not when heâs smiling against your cheek and pressing a soft kiss to it. Your hands find his shirt, forming fists to prevent your knees from buckling.
âWe are the same,â he reminds you, lips brushing across your skin as he backs you up against the wall.
You manage a scoff, âWe are not the same. Youâve done terrible things and killed people. You do whatever you want, sacrificing whoever you want if it betters your cause.âÂ
âSuch insolent words,â he purrs, his hand curling around your neck âI have treated you with far more kindness than others that have crossed my path.â
A squeak leaves when he squeezes around your neck, your fingers trying to pry his ones away from your neck. He only tightens his grip, landing another kiss to your cheek and thereâs heat between your thighs, a whine escaping you before you can swallow it down.
Sylus laughs, his hand falling away from your neck to grab at your hips instead.
âCaught you,â he coos, and with that his head is dipping, lips pressing against yours.
You whine again, arms wrapping around his neck. Youâre too far gone to care, feeling the plushness of his lips against yours. It feels as though heâs trying to devour you, trying to swallow you whole.
The kisses are rough and harsh and his hands are slipping under your nightgown, sliding up the backs of your thighs to grasp at your ass. You gasp into his mouth, scrabbling at his shoulders. He grunts against your mouth, guiding your leg to hook over his hip.
âYou are far more eager than you said you would be,â he murmurs, finally pulling away to let you breathe.Â
Soft pants escape you, chest heaving as your hands drop from his shoulders, landing against his chest instead. He stares down at you, crimson eyes bright with arousal as they flit about your body.
âYouâve done something to me,â you mutter lamely, a weak excuse for responding so eagerly.
He raises his brows, his thumb brushing across your lips. He repeats the motion, over and over again until you're tempted to press a kiss to the pad of his thumb. You donât get a chance, not when his thumb is pushing past your lips and meeting the resistance of your teeth. Blinking up at him, you tilt your head.
âYou know I havenât done anything to you,â he replies, âthat would be too far, even for me. Now be good and open .â
He has to have done something to you. What other explanation is there for the way your mouth opens, sucking his thumb inside eagerly? Your head tips back as you suck on his thumb, tongue swirling around the digit. He groans, deep and unabashed and it has your hips bucking. âPatience,â he whispers, pushing his thumb further into your mouth. You gag slightly, sending him watery glare.Â
Sylus only smiles back, keeping you in place as you suck on his thumb. The ache between your thighs is too hard to ignore, and your hand is sneaking down in an attempt to relieve the ache.
Youâre horribly wet between your thighs, feeling your thighs practically slip against each other as you squirm. Your fingers only manage two full circles against your clit before Sylus is letting out a growl, tugging your hand free from where it had snuck into your panties.Â
âI- I need-â you whine, trying to sneak your hand between your thighs again.
âYou need me ,â he hisses, eyes hard as he grabs at your wandering hand, gaze locking onto your slick fingers. Thereâs a sharp gasp that leaves you when his own mouth is enveloping around your fingers, his eyes on yours as he sucks them clean. You feel weak at the sight, a dreamy sigh escaping you. He smirks, forgetting your fingers to kiss you again. You taste yourself on his tongue, feeling the way he licks into your mouth, his hands squeezing at your hips.
Heâs picking you up before too long, dumping you on his bed. You hide shyly when he rips your nightgown from your body, his eyes staring down at your bra and panties greedily. The bra goes next and heâs lowering his head, sucking your nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking against the pebbled bud. You donât know what to do, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him there, trying desperately to seek relief. âSo impatient,â Sylus mutters against your spit-slick skin, opting to suck on your other breast as his hand delves between your thighs. âDonât stop,â you whimper, eyes slipping shut âplease, donât stop.â
He lets out a low laugh, fingers rubbing at you through your panties. âHow obedient youâve become. Squirming under my fingers like a little slut. Didnât you say you hated me before?â he whispers.Â
âI- I do hate you!â you grit out, but your hand is finding his wrist, keeping his hand there as you grind your clothed pussy against his fingers.
He scoffs disappointedly, body slinking down the bed until his nose is pressing against your panties and heâs breathing in. You feel as though you might faint at the depraved sight. His tongue laves across the fabric of your panties and you moan his name, fingers finding their home in his hair.
Sylus sucks at your clit through your panties, licking at the slick that seeps through the dampened fabric.Â
âAn intoxicating taste,â he comments, pressing a kiss to your thigh âI could do this for days.â
That little comment has you letting out a shuddering breath and words you might regret if your mind wasnât so stupidly hazy. âI would let you,â you mumble, tugging his face closer to where you want him, feeling the press of his nose against your clit. He grins, red eyes staring up at you, âthat can be arranged.â Sylusâs long fingers are pulling down your panties and heâs staring at your cunt, a deep groan escaping him. âSuch a pretty pussy,â he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your clit.Â
A strangled noise leaves you and his mouth is latching onto your pussy, sucking and licking like a man starved. Whines and whimpers escape you as you grind your hips against his tongue. He moans back into your cunt, the sound shooting up through your body, thighs twitching. Sylus keeps you pinned down, tongue laving against your wetness, drinking up your slick as it leaks. Itâs almost too much, which is why your hand reaches for his. Sylus gives his own hand, fingers lacing with yours. Youâre so lost in the haze of his tongue against you that you can barely hear his voice.
âResonate,â he speaks into your pussy, his hand gripping yours tight. âWhat?â Your dazed eyes find his, bewildered. âI said, resonate ,â he repeats, sucking your clit into his mouth harshly.Â
His teeth graze against the sensitive bud and your back is arching, hand squeezing his one back. Your Evol comes much easier this time, light emanating from both your hands as you resonate. The linkage takes place, and it has you reeling, body twitching as you come on his tongue. The light soon fades, his own Evol dimming down. He presses another soft kiss to your sensitive clit. âSome incentive and your body is reacting remarkably well,â he smiles down at you. You could hardly care about resonance at this point, pushing at his shoulders and crawling up onto his lap, lips pressing against his. He grunts at the sudden change in position, but kisses you back, his hands groping at your ass appreciatively. A whine gets swallowed up by his mouth, your hips rocking against his hardness wantonly. Your fingers pull at his shirt and heâs staring at you with spit-slick lips. He tugs his shirt free and you suck in a sharp breath, taking him in. While you do this, your hips pause in their movements and heâs letting out a click of his tongue, using his hands to guide you start moving again. âYou resonated with me,â he whispers against your lips. âHardly,â you murmur back, nails digging into his shoulders. âDonât be like that,â he chastises, âI made you come on my tongue and this is how you treat me?â he pouts mockingly.
âSuch a good girl, arenât you?â He coos, guiding your hips to move in the way he wants to, âmoaning and whimpering for me. Perhaps I shouldâve suggested this path from the start.â You try to glare at him, but heâs only gripping your cheeks, prying your mouth open before his tongue is lolling out, dropping a glob of spit into your mouth. âSwallow, baby.â You do so almost immediately, mouth opening eagerly for more. He laughs, almost in disbelief, kissing you messily this time, letting you suck on his tongue. âI need you,â you whisper, pressing his hand against your tummy âneed you in me, Sylus.â
His eyes flash and heâs kissing you harder, clothed bulge grinding up into your bare pussy. The drag of his trousers is stimulating, catching on your clit in a way that has you shaking on his lap. âYouâre filthy,â he hisses, sucking harsh kisses against your neck âsuch a filthy slut, begging for my cock.â You whine in agreement, nodding mindlessly. The world is moving then, your eyes finding the roof as he settles between your thighs. He kisses you over and over again, before heâs drawing back, slipping off the bed to pull his trousers down. A loud moan escapes you at the sight, his fat cock bobbing between his thighs. The tip is dark with arousal, veins prominent against the skin. Part of you wants it in your mouth, to swallow his cum and feel the weight of his cock on your tongue, and the other part wants it inside of you, filling you up. Embarrassment forgotten, youâre spreading your thighs in what you hope is an enticing manner, biting your lip and batting your eyelashes over at him. He glances down at your glistening pussy, licking his lips. âIn me, pleaseâ you sweetly request. He hums, crawling over you. He grasps his cock, tapping the tip of it against your clit a few times. Pre-cum beads at the tip, a fat glob dripping down. Your hand shoots out before itâs wasted, fingers catching the glob. Smiling up at him, you suck your fingers into your mouth, letting out an appreciative moan at the taste. His eyes darken at the sight, fingers dimpling the flesh of your thigh as he squeezes.
âYouâll regret this when you have to leave me,â he warns, âI wonât be there to stuff your pussy full or lick that pretty cunt when youâre feeling needy.â âThen make it count,â you retort, legs wrapping around his hips. He lets out a short laugh, kissing you again. Soft whines leave you when he pushes in, his cock sinking deep into your pussy. You think you might be able to feel him in your throat, his cock stretching you out so deliciously that it has you writhing.Â
âSo fucking tight,â he breathes out, kissing along your jaw âso warm. I can feel you clenching around me, baby.âÂ
âFuck,â you mewl, nails scratching down his back as he thrusts into you. In any other situation, you might be mortified at the sounds.
The squelch of your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he fucks you. It seems like his favourite thing to do is to hold your hands, though.
âSo pretty for me,â he sighs, hips grinding deeper into your wet heat âsuch a good girl, hm? My good girl.â
The praise has your heart fluttering wildly, cheeks flushing.
âOh, you like that,â he murmurs, his lips latching onto your tits again, âmy pretty, little slut, all laid out for me. You couldâve had this cock earlier, I wouldâve given it to you. I couldâve stuffed you full, or bent you over my bike and pounded this tight little cunt until you were screaming.âÂ
A hoarse moan leaves you. Your hands are squeezing his, legs tightening around him.
âThatâs it,â he whispers encouragingly, âtake my cock baby, itâs all yours.â
âStop- stop talking like that,â you whine, writhing under his body.
âWhy?â he responds, âdoes it feel better than you had imagined?â
âI wasnât imagining-â
âHush now,â he whispers, kissing you over and over again. Youâre not sure how much more of this you could take.
His cock is pounding into you, punching out the air in your lungs. It feels too good, the throb of his cock and his whispered words against your ear. You hiccup, peering up into his crimson eyes. He stares right back at you, the look behind his eyes startlingly soft.
You shy away, head turning to the side, cheek squishing against the pillow. His hand turns your face back to him, nose nudging against yours gently. He kisses you softer this time, the sound of your kisses drowned out by the drag of his cock in your cunt.
âCome for me, babyâ Sylus whispers, squeezing your hand âcream my cock.âÂ
Itâs enough to have you shuddering around him, a whine of his name leaving your mouth as you cream on his cock, just like had told you to. He drinks up every noise, lips working against yours as he fucks into until heâs burying his cock deep inside, letting out a low growl against your ear as hot cum spurts from his tip, filling you up.Â
You sigh at the feeling, body feeling limp. Sylus is slumped on top of you, his weight oddly comforting against yours. A kiss is pressed against his cheek and you can feel his smile from where heâs tucked his head into the crook of your neck.
Itâs a little uncomfortable though, so youâre pushing at his chest to get him to roll off of you. Sylus does so with little noise and youâre curling up against his side, already missing the stretch of his cock.
âYou were being nice,â you say softly, breaking the silence.
âWould you prefer it if I were rougher?â he asks in return, rubbing his hand against the curve of your hip soothingly.
You roll your eyes, pinching his bicep.Â
âThe auction will go smoothly,â he announces, his hand drifting to squeeze your ass, âwe did resonate, after all.â
You had almost forgotten about that. A nod is your response and heâs dragging you closer to give you another kiss.
âTraining begins tomorrow morning,â Sylus continues, âI need to see how strong we can be together.â
Youâre letting out a groan, swatting his chest and shoving him away.Â
âLeave me alone,â you mumble, burying your face into the pillows.
He smiles, arms curling around your waist to tug you back into his warm chest.
âNow, now. You were being so good earlier,â he whispers âIâd be happy to reward you, if you perform well tomorrow.â
His hand smooths across your stomach, hand drifting lower to delve between your thighs. You muffle the noise that threatens to spill out.
âYouâre insufferable,â you mutter, eyes slipping shut.
âI think you like that about me,â Sylus murmurs, his fingers curling up inside of you, beginning to move at a leisurely pace.Â
âYouâre the worst, Sylusâ you whisper, hips rocking as you try to get his fingers to sink deeper.
âYet here you are, trying to fuck yourself on my fingers,â he purrs, his arm winding around your neck. You feel him squeeze and youâre whimpering, sinking your teeth into his bicep as he holds you in place, letting his fingers fuck in and out of you.
Itâs going to be a long night.
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gIvE mE yOuR bAbY !!!!!!! (previous part, dark?reader x ghost, 18+ !!!!!)
you throw the pregnancy test angrily into the trash. you're staring at the mirror now, practically snarling at your reflection. you've been fucking your lieutenant for weeks now, and nothing.
nothing, nothing, nothing.
the fucking brute doesn't even want a baby--he's appeasing you, giving into you, but you know it won't be long until your lieutenant becomes just a little coherent and realizes he might not want this, might not need this, not as much as you.
but you're focused. it's him, god dammit, and it will be him. no matter what.
it's late, but you make your way across base anyways. there's no one around, not even the crickets, or maybe the rushing in your ears is too loud for you to hear anything but your beating heart. you fit your key into the lock, shoving his door open, and you see the sorry bastard sleeping in his cot.
he's fully clothed, the paranoid little shit. his belt is nowhere to be found, and he had the good idea to leave his tact vest on the floor by the door, but he's still wearing his cargo pants and a standard issue shirt, his mask hanging off his fingertips. he snores loudly, his nose broken too many times to offer him a night of quiet sleep, and it angers you to see him so peaceful.
you shut the door and lock it, taking the band off of your wrist and tying your hair up before shoving your pants off and tossing your shirt into the corner of the room. you reach over him, undoing the button of his pants and shoving them low. he blinks away the sleep from his eyes just as you straddle him, trying to get his pants just that much lower on his hips.
"the fuck are y'doin'?!" simon growls, his hands gripping your hips on instinct.
"i'm not pregnant," you snap. "now shut up and do what you do best. take these--" you yank on his pants again, but he's more than two hundred pounds of solid fat and muscle, and your tugs don't even budge, not even a little. "--take your fucking pants off!"
he grunts as he finally lifts his hips enough to pull them just low enough. you whine with relief, slipping a hand over him, spitting on his cock before spreading it over his thick length. he hisses, leaning his head back, chubbing up immediately.
"christ," he groans, licking his lips. "never gets old."
"yeah, daddy?" you coo, leaning down and kissing him wet. "'s too bad it hasn't taken yet..." you pout a little. "it's not working, why isn't it working?"
"'cause y'pout too much," simon scoffs. "y'r such a brat."
you whimper, pulling your panties to the side, scooting up as you sink down on his cock easily. you're positively sopping, and he breaches your cunt without much resistance. you fall over him, your hands on either side of his head, and you rock your hips gently as he gets even harder now that he's inside of you.
"simon--" you cry, leaning your head back. "i just want it so bad..." you start to bounce, your eyes rolling back as you hear the smack of your ass against his thighs. "want your baby, simon..."
"ackk..." he hisses. "i know. i know y'want it, luv. ahhh--cunt's beggin' fer it."
you nod, your eyes fluttering shut, and you keep up the pace, the squeak of his cot rattling as you throw your hips back harder.
"fuckin' hell, swee'eart..." he grits his teeth. "really workin' for it..." he chuckles breathlessly, reaching back and gripping your ass with both hands, easily supporting you to bounce a little harder with just the flex of his arms. "fucked ya just this mornin', and y'r already cryin' for me..."
you reach down and grip his jaw, licking over his bottom lip.
"need it all the time," you whisper against his lips. "n-need to be full...a-always..."
simon hums, nodding, "yeah? tha' wot it is? not fillin' y'r cunt often enough, tha' wot y'r sayin', baby?"
you kiss him hot and heavy, your hips bouncing a little more frantically as you lick into his mouth. all teeth and tongue, all wet and slobbery, positively drunk on the way his cock punches into you. you're needy and angry and so, so desperate for it, and you need all the time, need him to just, please, please, please, keep me this full all the time, please--!
"y'r such a needy little girl," he growls. "always so wet..."
"shut the fuck up, simon, and just cum--!" you gasp, cut off by the smack to your ass that he chides you with.
"y'listen t'me--" he grips where your hair is tied up, yanking on it, forcing your neck back and baring the soft skin to him. he sits up, shaking you practically, manhandling you until you're underneath him now, scratching at his biceps as you try to gain control again. it's pointless, really--he can pin you down with one burly leg, and he's got the weight of his entire body holding your hips down as he forces his cock so deep, you feel him right in your stomach. "listen t'me, little brat, you'll get wot i give ya, and you'll like it, yeah? you'll take it, and you'll say thank you, lieutenant, olright?"
you whine, pushing your hips back, feeling the heat of him, and you don't stop crying until he cums. it isn't even about getting off yourself; you just need to be full of him, all the time, always, whenever he's near.
you lose none of your enthusiasm. simon wakes up with your mouth wrapped around his thick cock, and he falls asleep with you pushing back against him as he fucks you from behind. you grab him by the vest as he passes by where you're hidden in a supply closet, and you fuck him fast and hard before sending him off to training again. you slip into his office and take him on his desk, crowd him in the corner of the room that you both are sitting in when you're out in the field. you give him no room to breathe, you just force his trousers as low as holsters will let you and fuck him until he gives you what you need.
"insatiable little girl," he always says into your ear, but you can't help it. your lieutenant is not just your certified baby daddy, he's everything you've been looking for in a man. disgusting, all brute strength, a taker, selfish, obsessed. he isn't normal, and you adore that--you fucking hate normal. you don't want someone passive and sweet, you want someone possessive and a little fucked up, and it's just a bonus that his cock matches his size and that he knows exactly how to use it to make you boneless and feral.
he's just so hot. rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, you drool at the sight of his tattoo sleeve. as he gets dressed in the morning, you catch a glimpse of his bare ass, and you have to fuck yourself on your fingers to refrain from making him any later. seeing him smirk under the mask, it drives you insane, especially when he gives you those eyes--the eyes that say fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. you especially love him making his way back after an op, his body hot under his gear and smelling like sweat and sand and smoke. you lick the ash off his fingers and make him fuck you with his mask stuffed into your mouth because you want to taste the essence of him at his most authentic--adrenaline hungry and bloodthirsty.
"gonna milk me fuckin' dry," he murmurs one evening, running a thick hand over his length. you lay beside him and mewl, your knees still open from when he was just on top of you. your back arches as you feel his spend dribbling out onto the bed, and you reach down and use your fingers to stuff it back inside. as he massages himself, he grunts, the squelch of your slick making it easy for him. "twice olready, 'n y'wanna go again, tha' it?"
you give him big eyes, squirming under his gaze. you slip your fingers out, putting them into your mouth and sucking soft. when you let them go, you smile at him lazily.
"yes, daddy," you whisper, nodding. "p-please...please give me more..."
he chuckles, breathless, and he nods.
"woteva y'want, baby. turn over. give it t'me."
fuck, it makes you so wet all over again to hear him say it. to hear him tell you that you can have it all, have all that you want, that he'll give you whatever you need. it makes your head spin, it makes you dizzy and giggly. you've only ever heard him bark orders outside of this room, but when you're alone, he caters to you and only to you--he's wrapped around your finger, and he doesn't know it, and it makes you positively hungry and satiated all at the same time. hungry for more of it, satisfied knowing it's yours and only yours.
it's days later, when he has you cock-drunk (again) and utterly exhausted that he speaks to you again, really speaks. he smooths a hand over your stomach, pulling back your hips until you're nestled under his arm and pressed back to chest against him. he nuzzles his nose against your jaw, kissing under your ear.
"y'not pregnant yet?" he murmurs. "y'sure of tha'?"
you close your eyes, humming as you nestle into the warmth that he gives off. you shrug, trying to blow it off, trying to seem nonchalant and unbothered. you don't know what he'll do once he finds out. you don't know if he'll push you away, knowing he's given you what you asked for. you want to stay like this, basking in the post-orgasmic bliss of simon's incredible fucking, and you want to think of nothing else but gathering enough energy to do it all over again.
you can tell him about the positive pregnancy test later. right?
"guess not," you whisper, and you moan unexpectedly when you feel him chub up against your ass. fuck, he can go for hours--his stamina knows no bounds.
he doesn't tell you that he found that little test, in a plastic baggie stuck behind the extra toilet paper in the bathroom. instead he grins wide, knowing you've lied, and he hikes up your knee as he pushes into you.
"hmmm..." he growls in your ear. "then we won't stop. won't fuckin' stop until y'ave it. until y'r tits are fat, and 'm fuckin' sure y've got m'baby there--" he cups your pussy as he bottoms out, swirling two fingers around your puffy, abused clit. you nod, slipping his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them desperately.
you won't stop. you'll never stop. you'll never let him go.
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