#s2 fucked me up but the hair is so delicious

[youwillfindilluminating]

screaming, crying, more detailed kastle-scene reactions under the cut:

“Aftershave and a haircut? That all for me?” AHHHHH! Frank cleaned himself up for Karen! Karen CALLED HIM and he promised her he’d save Matt. But of course he doesn’t tell Matt it was all for Karen.

Matt and Frank’s bickering is always going to be a highlight for me. Although I am getting tired of Matt refusing to kill people. The part where they were arguing and Matt yells at Frank to shut up because he hears a grenade was very amusing to me. More of that in S2 please!

Karen offering to check Frank’s wounds!!! Let her help you, you asshole!!! It’s all I’ve ever wanted!!! And of course he doesn’t let her and then tries to smooth things over with coffee. And they stare awkwardly longingly at each other while Matt sits in the corner and listens to their HEARTBEATS. Somebody sedate me. For a minute here, Frank looks like an awkward teenage boy and it kills me. (Sidenote: I KNEW Frank was looking at Karen in that production still from this scene. He has “I’m looking at Karen” eyes.)

I feel like the reason he didn’t let her check his wounds is because it would have been TOO MUCH FOR HIM to have her that close and worrying about him and touching him and-

Frank doesn’t go with them to investigate, which… I realize he can’t be in every scene, but I’d love it if he never let Karen out of his sight again. He’s so hot and cold here. Trying to push her away but he CAN’T DO IT.

“I don’t believe you don’t care,” Karen says as Matt leaves them alone even though he can still hear everything they’re saying.

“You asked me for a favor. I did it,” Frank says with his sad eyes. Because he would do ANYTHING. FOR. HER.

“Stay safe.” (KILL MEEEEEE!!!)

And of course he ends up protecting her later anyway. OF COURSE.

Matt asking Karen if she talks to Frank a lot. “It sounds like you’re jealous.” !!!!

MATT HEARD THEIR HEARTBEATS!!! And Karen asks if he heard Frank’s too!!!!!!! I will scream about this until the day I die.

Frank goes out to protect them and of course he gets captured and beaten to shit! :(

I fucking love the effect of the city lights being turned on at the end of Karen and Matt’s talk at the port. So cool!

The shot of Frank in a cage immediately followed by the shot of Karen at Josie’s with her big blue eyes! Radiohead was a nice choice here, I think.

Frank using his charms to get the guard to shake his hand. Ohhh these guards will never stop fanboying him. It's delicious to see him use that against them. I want Frank to break out, but I also dream of a moment where Matt and Karen bust him out and we get a beautiful Kastle hurt/comfort moment.

A couple small gripes: The soundtrack could use work. They’re really overusing “our lady of soundtrack sorrow” during the emotional scenes and it’s taking me out of it a bit.

Karen needs a lip. Like I realize she’s dressed down, but put her in a tinted chapstick or something!

Another sidenote: Turns out she wasn’t wearing Frank’s clothes OR a bulletproof vest. It was just the line of her shirt/hair in the trailer.

In short: I’ll be a Kastle shipper til the day I die, but there is room in my heart for some Frank/Karen/Matt OT3.

[lazylittledragon]

welcome to my crack au where everything was fine and nothing bad ever happened to anyone

[rafesangelita]

vic baby!! omg I’ve been thinking of rafe so much recently and his journey through the season and let me tell you i have this fully fleshed out thought okay so stick with me

s1 rafe is so drunken one night stand; the man is selfish and bratty and all but uncoordinated in the bedroom except for how to get himself off. he’s hot tho so maybe you call him over one more time after too many wine but that’s the last of it bc he can’t even get it up after the amount of coke he’s done

s2 rafe is so situationship vibes; he’s lost, and alone and wants the comfort of a person that isb’t just barry or the guys at the country club. he wants affection but is scared of it. in private, he can be sweet, he’s better in bed now, definitely wanting to get you off, but only if its his way. he’s rougher, borderline mean, he uses sex as his outlet for his rage but his skill has improved which makes you happy to deal with the rougher side of things bc his dick is thick and hits deep every time. if he has a good day, he’ll surprise you w/ flowers maybe, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “don’ worry ‘bout it, they’re jus’ some fuckin’ flowers,” but it has you grinning nontheless. however on a bad day? he’s isolated, ignorant, snappy and it makes you question whether the occassional good day and good sex was worth the heart ache of seeing him ignore you once more

s3 rafe is so close to being bf material but still falls short; he’s trying to be focused on the business, his father. his buzzed hair gives him a new wave of confidence, making him feel put together and professional, like he has a new head on his shoulders. his temper has improved some but when he snaps, he really snaps. he surprises you with dinner some nights when he feels generous, trying to disguise his nerves as he doesn’t DO relationships so why was he feeling like this over you? the sex is more experimental but no less earth shattering, he still occasionally likes to be rough, but he spends more time on you now, happy to spend hours between your legs until your pretty manicured nails are scraping his scalp; his maturity has him realising that your pleasure makes it better for him too, and he can’t help but love the way you gasp his name when you cum. he’s trying to open up to you more but his head is a complicated place and sometimes he shuts you out completely, leaving you to yourself for days, maybe even weeks at a time before he turns up at your door, a pretty necklace in a jewellery box, and you can see he’s TRYING

s4 rafe is so boyfriend material. he’s more mature, more honest. he’s opened up to you, told you his dark secrets and his heart melts when even after he divulges everything he has done; all his flaws, his mistakes, you stick around, you lay a hand on his arm and tell him you’re not going anywhere, and he swear in that moment he could marry you. the sex is exquisite, he’s much more selfless, he wakes you up with his tongue betwen your legs sometimes “jus’ because, baby, can’ get enough o’ you”, he’s worked out the positions that work best for your pleasure and exactly how to tweak all your sensitive spots to make your body shake with pleasure. he fills with pride everytime it gets so intense, tears fill your eyes and your almost tapping out, he likes knowing he has that control over something in his life and that you trust him to make you feel good, that you love him so much you’d let him do those things to you, and he feels more wanted than he ever has. he’s full of praise, constantly using his words in that deliciously husky voice to edge you towards another orgasm, and he’s adament that you have to cum at least twice before he fucks you properly, he loved how wet you get when you cum, and that sensation of sliding into your quivering walls is enough to make his eyes roll back, “goddamn, m’gonna fuckin’ marry you one day, baby, jus’ to keep this sweet pussy around for me…”, so really, you shouldn’t have been so surprised when he took you to the lookout on the island, the trees dancing with fair lights as the sunsets, a small picnic set up in the grass, and a small velvet box pulled from his pocket as he gets on one knee, promising to be the best husband he can be, because you’ve stuck by him for so long. and he thinks that maybe everything that had happened to him had been worth it just to see that look on your face when he whispered those four words to you at last.

OMG I’M SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY SKDKDN

so sorry i didn’t answer this yesterday anon! i wanted to sit down and really read through this and yesterday i just didn’t get a chance to ;( BUT OMGGG??? i feel like you were really spot on with this!! each season shows a different side of him and you captured that perfectly bb 🎀

[chosowarmer]

Nanami Kento x Husband!Reader [18+]

transgender!man nanami ; male reader ; sex tape ; breeding ; semi-public masturbation ; edging ; short nipple play ; creampie ; begging ; squirting ; 2.9k wc

Work has put Nanami's sex life on pause, too stressed to spend time intimately with his loving husband. Though after going through his photos and finding a rather sexy video of the both of you, he realizes just how long he's been putting off sex and just how badly his body needs his husband('s cock.)

A/N: aa hehehe recently finished jjk s2 and wanted to write something about my wonderful hubby.... nananmi.... 🫶

He had been occupied with work the last few days, being forced to work overtime more often than usual.

And the stress from that has seeped into you and his personal life; too tired to have sex with you, he settles to just hold you in bed as tightly as possible. You don’t push him, you know he’s exhausted even if he hasn’t told you the specifics of it. You’ve been peppering him with all the love he’d take from you from gentle kisses to the occasional spooning together on the couch. 

He runs a hand through his hair, sighing. He appreciates how caring and loving you’ve been with him, going at his pace until he felt like he was ready again. 

Ding!

A text from you? He took a look at his phone; “On this day 3 months ago…📸” 

Oh… Just a notification from his photos app. Why not?  He thinks to himself as he swipes into the app. 

He almost chokes on his own air as he quickly swipes back out of the app, ears pink. Thankfully he had his phone on mute so it’s not like any audio was heard, but still… It was just him in his office, surely it would be alright if he watched just a small bit. 

Turning the volume on to the minimum, he moved closer to his phone to hear as he swiped back to his photos app. 

“Kento..!. Haah… Ohh f-fuck Kento..♡!”

“Hold still. I can’t fuck myself if you keep moving like that.”

He remembers this video. You usually liked to record you and Nanami’s moments together, but your phone was dead and you had begged Nanami to record the two of you with his own. Begrudgingly he agreed after you agreed to let him fuck himself on your cock as many times as he’d like, riding until he was too tired to keep going. 

He bites his bottom lip, fingers twitching. He should close out of this, and put his phone away. He had paperwork to do and this was no time to be watching something as erotic as this. But another moan out of you empties his mind right there. You weren’t even here yet he was already becoming horny from your sweet noises alone.

With the phone propped up on a shelf, Nanami could watch the both of you together in bed. With his back to the camera, and you under him, Nanami had taken your cock in fully.

“Kentoooo…♡! Oh FUCK ♡! Kento, please.. Let me… I just need to… f…”

He watched you squirm under him, trying not to move as he slowly rocked his hips. Right, he was punishing you. Even though you had agreed to let him use your cock, you didn’t realize just how slow he’d go about it. 

Nanami rubbed his thighs together as he watched you grope his ass in the video; God, how much he loved it when you felt him up, even when he was punishing you.

“Nghh… haah… I already said… hold still…”

Though his hips did quicken, rocking up and down just a bit, but clearly not enough for either of you. 

“Baby, please… Use me… ‘S what I’m here for..”

Even though his face wasn’t visible in the camera, he remembers exactly what those words did to him. The way his pussy squeezed around your fat cock, how he couldn’t help but bite his plump lip to muffle his moans. 

You whined as Nanami raised his hips, almost pulling himself off your dick completely before slamming back down, the motion catching you off guard as your delicious moans filled the room. 

God, just the sounds of you not holding back as you babbled and whined in pleasure, listening to his self fuck himself over and over again, the sound of skin against skin… A strong heat was building deep within Nanami as he panted, losing his grip on his phone as he just let sit on his desk.

“Mm.. Haah…♡! So close, baby…”

Though Nanami in the video continued to pump your cock with his pussy, not even acknowledging how close you were. Even after you came with a scream, gripping the sheets as you lifted your hips and pumped ropes of cum into the sorcerer, he kept up the delirious pace, still fucking himself like crazy. 

“F-fuck! Kento…! Kento!”

Even when he felt himself close to his own orgasm he kept it up, still pumping your cock after squirting all over your dick, a moan leaving his lips though not hindering his movements. When you realized that he really did plan on keeping his promise to fuck himself until he was tired, a deep groan left you. 

Nanami mewled as he rubbed his thighs, feeling just how wet he had become. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, unbuckling his belt as he stuffed his hand down his boxers. Feeling how absolutely soaked he was already, he rubs his needy clit, the intense feeling making him whimper like a bitch. 

“Haah…♡”

“Kento, baby… AH!.. oh fuck me ♡!… Y-you’re s’ill going…?”

It was barely visible in the camera with Nanami’s body blocking the view, but that was alright, the audio was enough. Nanami cupped your face, as he leaned closer to you, speaking plainly as if the two of you were discussing the weather and not getting the life fucked out of you,  

“We’re not finished until I’m pregnant or until I get tired. Whichever comes first.”

Nanami moaned lewdly as he moved to stuff two digits into his sopping cunt, he could care less about volume now; working himself from desperation alone, he fingered his greedy pussy at a quick pace. Fuck, but it didn’t matter, his fingers weren’t enough for his hungry cunt. His lidded eyes watched his self bounce on your cock with precision, milking every bit of cum out of you. No, his fingers weren’t going to get him off; he needed…

Ring! Ring!

“Ack..!”

It’s rare for something so innocuous to startle someone like him, but it’s also rare he finds himself so lost in his erotic thoughts anywhere that isn’t home. He pulls his hand away from his still needy cunt, slick still dripping from his fingers. Quick to compose himself, he dries his hand with a handkerchief as he picks up his phone to read the notification. 

A missed call from you. How fitting.

He buckles his pants, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he spots the wet patch on his crotch. That was going to be difficult to hide.

He looked again at the notification, deciding between calling you back or sending you a text. Ultimately, he decided to text you back, not trusting himself to hear your voice without acting instinctively. 

You called? 

Did you need something, sweetheart?

No not really haha sorry

I just wanted to check in on you

Sorry if I bothered you or something lol

You never bother me.

I was just thinking about you actually.

Oh, really?? 

Yes. 

I can’t wait to see you when I’m done here.

I can’t wait to seee you two <333

*too 

Stay safe

I love you :) <3

I love you two ♡

Booo

Nanami smirked as he closed the messaging app, before checking the time. 

4:52 p.m.

At least he was almost done here, then he could see you and let you breed him just the way he needed in just the way only you could. He squeezed his thighs together again, noting how wet he still was even if his mind had cleared up. 

It was going to be a long shift, but he'd endure it. For you.

.♡.

Hearing a knock at the front door, you were shocked to see your husband standing there. He never knocked for you to answer, usually always walking in himself as he had a set of keys himself. You felt your heart skip a bit in fear as you noticed his heavy breathing, his chest rising up and down with long pants as he stumbled towards you, quick to fall into your arms. 

“Kento? Baby, are you okay?” Your words were said with faint panic; you understood how dangerous his job was and compared to his usual composed nature, his behavior was setting off alarms in your head. 

“F… mm…” He mumbled something into your shoulder, one of his hands coming up to hold your waist. He didn’t sound hurt, that was a relief. You gently tug his head off your shoulder, your hand on his chin as you study his face. He didn’t look hurt either, but his behavior was still so out of character for him. 

“Angel, what exactly are you trying to say? Did something happen at work?” Your eyebrows stitch together in concern as Nanami stares down at you with a dazed look in his eyes. Was he blushing? His grip on your waist tightens, panting as he pulls you back to him to feel your touch. The hairs on your neck rise as you hear him almost whine in your ear.

“Pleeease… sweetheart… I need you to fuck me…♡”

He’s pulling your hand to grab his ass as he begs into your shoulder for so many lewd things from you. You weren’t expecting this from him, considering how off-put he was from sex the last few days. 

But you’d be lying if you said you were complaining. 

“Fuck...! Baby, come here… What's got you so worked up for ‘ll of a sudden?”

You grope his ass, just the way he likes as you pull him closer to you, closing the door behind him. You rub his crotch, raising your eyebrow at the wet patch already there. 

“Hehe, don’t tell me…” You grin up at him, his face flushed as strands of hair stray from his usually kempt haircut. The sight alone made your cock twitch. “You fuck yourself at work, is that it? So desperate, you came all over yourself when you’re supposed to be working…?”

Nanami whines again, pushing his body up against you as his thigh twitches from your touches. He nods into your shoulder, “I… hah ♡… didn’t come… Just fingered myself…” 

Fuck. Just imagining Nanami fingering himself at work, bent over his desk and muffling his moans as he desperately tries to get himself off. You feel your dick harden at the thought. You slide a knee between his legs, eliciting a sultry moan out of him. 

“What happened, angel? You didn’t have time to finish? You get caught?” You rub your knee against his wet crotch, getting another moan out of him. 

“No, I…” He pulls his face away from your shoulder to look at you, his lidded eyes communicating just how out of his mind he was, “Mm… My fingers weren’t enough… I couldn’t reach… I needed something else…”

You smile, cupping his face as you begin to bounce your knee and drive him crazy as he holds your waist to stabilize himself, “And what was it you needed, baby? You think you can remember what that was for me?”

From the last few days of no sex to the erotic video to edging himself back at work to this here, you bouncing your knee against his crotch as you squeeze his ass, teasing him like crazy. Fuck, it was too much for the sorcerer, it’s like something snaps in his brain as he grips both your arms pulling you close to his face with a dangerously dazed look. 

“Love… I need you to fuck me. I need you to breed me over and over and over. And even after that. I need your cum in me, in my cunt, now.”

He’s breathing heavily as he drifts right by your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, “I need you to get me pregnant. Today.”

Fuck.

Your cock was throbbing now, aching against the fabric of your pants as your husband told you exactly what he needed from you right now. He couldn’t actually get pregnant, but damn did the idea turn him into one horny bitch. You bit your lip as you felt a wetness on your knee, fuck, he wasn’t joking. He really needed this. 

In one swift move, you picked him up bridal style as you grinned down at him. 

“I’m gonna fuck you real good, okay?”

.♡. 

Lying him on the bed, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to be gentle with him or rough. It seemed like earlier’s teasings really did break his mind a bit as he desperately tried to untie his tie, too horny to really get it right.

You smile, crawling over to him as you calm his movements, kissing him while you untie his tie for him before tossing it aside. 

“God, just look at you. So desperate for my dick, you can’t even get your clothes off on your own.”

Nanami moans as he pulls you in for another kiss, letting his hand trail down to your hip. Taking a moment to breathe, you break the kiss as you unbutton his shirt, tracing your hand down his chest to his happy trail until you reach the hem of his pants. 

“Sweetheart, please…” God, he’s panting so hard. The way he stares down at you, chest rising and lowering, begging you to bring him relief; you felt like the luckiest man alive.

You help him out of his pants, tugging your own off as well before peppering his neck and chest with kisses. You knew he just wanted you to come and fill him already, but you couldn’t help yourself, he was so handsome. 

Nanami sucks in a breath as he feels you take one of his nipples into your mouth, letting your hot breath settle around it before giving the sensitive bud a lick. He throws his head back, squeezing his legs tightly. 

“Y-y/n..! I…♡!”

You palm his crotch through his boxers, rubbing your thumb over his clothed clit, still sucking hard on his nipple. If only you could describe the pretty noises that leave Nanami as you work him over. It’s so little yet so much and it’s pushing him closer. He grips your waist again.

“Nngh… I…I’m…Fuck, y/n.. Ah ❤︎!”

You watch your husband’s eyes roll back as he squirts, staining his boxers even further as pleasured cries leave his mouth. You trace over his sensitive bud, still rubbing at his clit as you draw out weary whines.

“Just look at you… you’re stunning… C’mere, baby… ♡”

Taking his and your boxers off, the both of you groan in lust as you sit him on your lap; the feeling of his dripping cunt against your aching dick is enough to send you over the edge, but you manage to hold out. You nudge Nanami, already hazy from his first release.

“Haah…♡ nghh, please…  please, sweetheart…♡!!’

Using that slick of his as lube, you slowly inch your cock inside of him. His pussy squeezed around you as you entered, god his cunt was always so greedy. The pleasure was overwhelming for Nanami as he wrapped his arms around you, moaning and crying into your shoulder as you slowly moved into him. 

“HAAH…❤︎ THERE..♡♡ There! Do that again, sweetheart, please ♡!”

He was grinding into you now, finally feeling so full as your cock fucked him right, brushing against that sensitive spot inside him. As you brushed against it again and again, he cried as he came, muttering “thank you”’s and “please”’s into your ear as you fucked right through his orgasm. His walls tighten around your cock as if he wants more as the slick from his other orgasms drip down your cock and onto your leg. 

“K-kento…!” Your cock throbs inside him as he squeezes around, it’s too much, a heat pooling within you. You thrust into him, hard, as you cum inside. Nanami tightens again, like he’s trying to milk every last drop out of you, crying in pleasure as he feels so much, and fuck it’s a lot, cum pool into him. 

But it’s not enough.

He bucks his hips, squeezing around you again as you begin to thrust into him again, albeit way more sloppily. He could care less how you fuck him, as long as it’s you fucking him, he’ll love it. He turns to kiss you, his face flushed like crazy from the overstimulation. He smiles lovingly, despite how deep you were bullying his cunt.

“I love you, sweetheart… ♡ Thank you, thank you… Mm.. AH! ❤︎”

You slam hard into him; it catches him off guard, as he bites his lip before squirting onto your dick once again, even more of his juices dripping onto your leg and onto to the bed. A playful grin rests on your face as you kiss him back, “I love you, too ~♡”

Feeling his drippy cunt convulse around your dick as he mumbles dazed words, god you love seeing him like that, all fucked out of his mind; it pushes you over the edge once again, as you cum inside him. Pleasured whines cry in your ear as he takes in every last drop, trying to pump as much out of you as he can get from you.

You sit there panting, as you relax your body a bit. That had drained quite a lot from you and you needed a minute as you closed your eyes. 

And then opened them to see Nanami staring down at you, a hazy and desperate look on his face as he squeezes your spent cock again.

“Again… please, sweetheart..♡”

He was going to be the death of you. 

Though, of course, you oblige ♡ .

[astridthevalkyrie]

Share some SamRobby thoughts m'lady?

it wouldn't be such a compelling ship if it didn't end so poorly. the mutual hurt is what makes them so delicious. that's why the scene in s4e1 is their best scene. friends to lovers to enemies and they should've had an angry makeout session i digress. samrobby is the one relationship of sam's where sam actually did the hurting instead of being hurt. robby deserved better! and sam knows he deserved better! she misses him but not enough to be honest and not afraid because she knows she hurt him. and robby is sosososo mad at her, defends her behind her back but insults her to her face because he can't let go of his anger enough to tell her he misses her too.

that all being said, they're so fucking cute when they start. s1 samrobby is possibly more my favorite than s2 samrobby is. their first meeting. the way robby looks at her when daniel invites him for dinner. robby keene immediately falling for samantha larusso. johnny hates daniel but robby loves sam. daniel can't stand johnny but sam can't stand not being with robby.

SAM PURSUES HIM!!!!! i cannot TELL you how happy that makes me!! miguel asks sam out, but sam is the one who's leaning in for the kiss with robby first! she's the one saying cute little "got you :)" comments to him! she's the one coming to his room after they had a heated moment because there's no way she didn't think robby was going to make a move!

and then once they're together they're together. samantha no one is taking him away from you. you don't have to be kissing him every moment of every day. and robert knowing that her grandmother is staying in the house and still kissing her in front of an open fridge is genuinely insane work. come on now.

their little quips. they both love dirty dancing. they both love pretty in pink. they dress up to go roller skating because they're nerds. they work together to protect demetri because they're just sweet kids who can't stand anyone getting hurt like that.

robby definitely loves the taste of sam's chapstick. sam doesn't even bother playing the whole "i'm cold can i have your jacket" game she just puts robby's jacket on before they go. it's just warmer and better. robby likes napping on top of sam. sam thinks his short hair is cute but misses when it was longer and she could run her hands through it more. sam's terrible at bowling and is affronted that robby is much better than her with no practice. she absolutely destroys him while go karting however. robby cries, sometimes it's just too much and he has to cry, and at those times sam likes spooning him, arms tangled with his so she can squeeze him comfortingly and face buried in his neck so she can whisper a bunch of sweet nothings that actually soothe him. when sam has nightmares robby refuses to go back to sleep until she's dozed off again, and he'll hold her to his chest and sing soft quiet lullabies until she feels safe enough to let her eyes flutter close.

[immodestly-marina]

I'm spreading some random SPN asks to lovely moots, so here goes: if you could put Sam (season of your choice) into any outfit for the boys to go undercover, what would it be (and can you describe it to us in excruciating detail)?

Also I need to know if JarPad was as tall as a normal human sitting down, because that is what I believe to be the truth in my heart of hearts! <3

i acc love this question so much, maid dress. (half kidding)

but in all seriousness, a boy scout outfit, here me out here tho stay w me!!!

short ass shorts (tight enough you can read the date on a dime) with a stupid belt (yknow the ones with the plane like clip? w the button?), a scarf with leaves and acorns printed on it and tied under the collar of his brown button up thats tucked in his shorts, his hair is held back with a bandana (and i would love it to be s1, s2, or s3 Sam, but tbh big buff princess haired s8 Sam would also be so funny). Tons of fake award patches from fake achievements that are ironed onto a long sash from his shoulder to his hip, all ironed on by Dean🤷‍♀️

Dean knows how much Sam will hate the idea, but canonically he always gets him to agree to stupid shit like that.

Anyway, the situation is he has to go up to their suspects house bc they know something is buried/hidden in their backyard. They answer the door to see Sam with a scowl on his face and a little red wagon filled with nutterbutters from the store, and a cheap plastic rake. The homeowner scoffs in disbelief when he says “Shlonger’s boyscouts, I’m here to offer you some delicious cookies and the helping hand of a friend to rake your yard?”

They let him in the back and he starts raking, muttering curse words under his breath. He waits until they’re not looking through the window to start digging for the object they’re looking for.

Obviously he leaves with reddened knees covered in dirt and dead grass, then rips the sash and bandana off while getting into the car. He chucks them at Dean like a brat, again, muttering a “stupid” and what sounds like a “humiliating” while he fastens his seatbelt.

However, honourable honourable mentions would be an elf at a mall, festival, or Santa’s workshop. Or, a maid dress. It had to be said <33

And yes he is still so huge sitting down!!! I wish they let me film bc it was such a good interaction, he was so sweet and understanding and just had the kindest demeanour. It’s also true that his eye contact is insanely intense, during my photo op it felt like he held it with me for minutes ffs. I’d mentioned how I struggle w anxiety and depression (he corrected me and told me how I deal with anxiety and depression) so during our photo op, I always tell the person I’m meeting to pick the pose, and holy fuck he was so gentle and wholesome for it, I’m working on a purely satirical fanfic abt the experience bc why not

[moonchildmagicks]

QT scenario, blame the Tok

that trend when the wife call’s the husband their name instead of their “married” name trend but gomens

Two disclaimers:

I haven’t taken to writing in ages and I didn’t put this through grammar check but please enjoy!

this is in my happy pocket between s1 & s2

Crowley didn’t always like to mess with his Angel, but when he did he would savor it as much as his beaming ball of light savored every morsel of a meal they’d share together. 

So of course, on this particular Tuesday it seemed befitting to pop his head in to the book shop after the lovely snow-haired nightingale chirped excitedly on the phone to share something his was incredibly proud of, his tone naturally put Crowley in a much lighter mood after an infuriatingly but all rather amusing afternoon of explaining the cellphone to Shax. 

And of course Naturally, Crowley would love to release some tightened nerves from a down right good chuckle.

Backing his way towards the shop from the Bentley he takes his normal strides. His Sauntered stance far more noticeable now since he was excited to get up to no good. His lovely counterpart was at his usual writing desk, once the door opened, perked up immediately. “Hello!” 

Crowley, keeping his glasses on for a moment, he says “What is it this time, Aziraphale? Saved a tenant from being evicted?” 

And right at the mention of his full name Aziraphale drooped quickly like a deflated balloon.

‘Fuck’ 

Immediately Crowley near regretted the prank, but the adorable way his angel was doing his best to hide his sulk was delicious… And Crowley was incredibly thirsty.

“Oh, I- yes” the heavenly body started.

“Yes, Aziraphale”

“Well, I-“ the Angel fumbled his words fidgeting in the most uncouth manner. He turned to Crowley, gesturing to begin speaking, turned back almost like he was replaying the events prior to this conversation before trying again.

Crowley Chimes, taking his glasses off at the counter and melodically calls the Angel’s name to catch his gaze. “Aziraphallllle”

 Almost immediately, the teased Guardian gets up from his desk. Huffed and partially frustrated he snides… well as much as an angel could snide.

“Did I do something?”

Crowley feigning his amusement through playful unawares, “What ever could you mean?”

“It’s just-“ before his Angel could finish, Crowley presses one more in for good measure. 

“It’s just, what, Aziraphale?” 

And here it comes, top of the roller coaster.

“I- You never call me by my name unless I’ve done something terribly”

At this point there’s a small tint of pink on his cheeks. “And I can’t think of a single thing”

Crowley, unable to keep this up for much longer, bursting at the seams with amusement.

“If not your Name, what is it?” 

Crowley cracked a slight smile, the pink became deeper and Aziraphale’s frustration leaked over. “You don’t call me by my name. You call me by my name when I do something wrong, otherwise you call me ‘Angel!’”

The devilsh between the two crack the largest grin opening his hands wide. “There it is!”

“Crowley!” Aziraphale exclaimed, his blush now deeper than before.

“What, Angel, did you want to tell me?” The demon grinned smugly and as he slid over to the other smoothly, taking his place on the chair arm beside his favorite being.

“You’re Terrible…”

[blueeyedheizer]

❝bathroom encounter❞— cassie howard (smut)

(gifs not mine: ©noirflavouredgifs)

WARNINGS : smut (oral), fingering, swearing, pørn without a plot

A/N : I haven't watched euphoria and I know the bare minimum about this show so please bear with me lol,, but yeah i've seen some clips from it and i had to write something for cassie. this is based on the bathroom scene from s2 ep1. idk if this is gonna do well, idk if anyone even reads cassie fanfics but yeah. ps: since it's my first time writing for this fandom, let me just add that english isn't my first language and writing smut as a non english speaker is extremely nerve wracking as a genuinely don't know if what I wrote is considered cringe or not lol. but anyway !! enough talking, enjoy :) - minors dni

•••

This was not how you had expected to start the new year, but to be fair, it was way better than anything you could've imagined.

Cassie's giggles echoed in the bathroom as you trailed kisses down her neck, leaving red marks on the easiest areas to hide. You had her pressed against the door, your hands and lips all over her skin as she whimpered and moaned under your touch.

"You're so fucking hot." you breathed out, shamelessly raking your eyes over her body as she removed the straps of her dress and completely revealed her breasts to you. You leaned in to kiss her deeply, one of your hands trailing up to her body while the other held her jaw. You broke the kiss to drag your lips across her jaw, down her neck, lower and lower on her body until you could flick your tongue over a nipple.

Cassie moaned at the sudden feeling, her head falling back against the door with a thud while one of her hands came to your hair. You smirked against her skin, continuing to flick and suck on her nipples until they were fully erect. You chuckled as her back arched, her breasts pressing into your face needily.

Deciding that was enough teasing, you sunk down on your knees and lifted her tight blue dress above her hips, getting rid of her underwear in one swift move.

You smirked up at her when she brushed your hair back then your mouth latched onto her clit, causing her to clamp her free hand over her mouth.

She was so fucking beautiful like that, her skin flushed, chest heaving up and down and head thrown back from how good you made her feel. You couldn't help but chuckle as you noticed how restless she was becoming; she didn't know what to do with her hands, alternating between burying them in your hair to urge you on and squeezing her breasts with them as she writhed underneath you and tried to keep her moans to a minimum by biting her lips.

Although the music coming from the party was loud, you could still hear people talking from the other side of the door. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't unnerving as hell, but god, it was also really exciting. 

You closed your eyes as your name left Cassie's lips in a broken whimper, the sound prompting you to continue your ministrations. Cassie's thighs were shaking with the effort of keeping herself up as you moaned around her clit, sucking the sensitive nub into your mouth then flattening your tongue against it, moving your head from side to side for more friction.

"I'm gonna come." she warned, panting. "Y/N. Fuck, i'm gonna come,"

With that, you pushed a finger inside and Cassie tossed her head back again with a moan, fisting a hand in your hair and tugging harshly: the pressure on your scalp hurt a bit but you didn't mind at all; you were making her feel good and that's all that mattered. You were extremely skilled with your tongue and Cassie was letting you know just how good of a job you were doing, her delicious moans filling your ears as you twisted and rolled your tongue just the right way around her clit before sucking, making her cry out. She was so close.

But right as she was about to let go, someone began to bang on the door loudly; Cassie immediately panicked, bringing a hand to her mouth to stifle her moans and instinctively gripping the doorknob with the other. The panic she was feeling only intensified when she recognised Maddy's voice on the other side of the door.

You on the other hand just kept eating her out without a break and pumped your fingers faster. You knew the door had been carefully locked beforehand, so you had no reason to stop.

Cassie was looking down at you when you lifted your gaze, but this time her eyes were filled with worry.

You rolled your eyes as the pounding intensified, groaning against Cassie before detaching your lips from her. You quickly understood that she had lost the orgasm, the sudden rush of panic caused by Maddy having completely ruined the moment for her.

She mouthed a guilt-filled "I'm so sorry", to which you responded by pressing soft kisses all around her perfectly trimmed pussy, letting her know it was okay. You gave her some time to steady her heartbeat while you spoke to Maddy, peppering kisses on any part of her skin you could reach and reaching an arm to give attention to her breasts instead.

"I'm in here!" you yelled, finally shutting Maddy up.

"Y/N is that you ?"

"Yeah. Just give me a second, Maddy." you mumbled, leaning forward to rub Cassie's clit with the tip of your tongue again just to tease her, making her hips buck. You heard Maddy sigh from the other side and she continued to pound the door. Cassie gripped the knob like her life depended on it, her eyes squeezed shut. "Hurry the fuck up, I have to pee."

"Well I'm on my period so you'll have to wait a bit longer."

"Bitch I don't give a fuck. Open the door, i'll just pee in the fucking bathtub."

"Just go find another bathroom for fucks sake!" you snapped. "you cunt." you mumbled the last part against Cassie's pussy, causing her to let out a quiet whimper. You shushed her with a finger to your lips before going back to what you were doing.

Cassie was trying so hard to ignore Maddie and focus on your mouth but she was having a hard time doing so. You began to stroke the skin of her hips in a soothing manner, as if to say 'it's okay; she can't get in anyway, you can relax."

Maddy eventually said something in response but her voice was muffled. It was probably her calling you a bitch again, but you really couldn't care less. Finally, the pounding ceased and Maddy's footsteps retreated, making Cassie sigh in relief after a few seconds.

She apologized to you again then nearly sobbed as you resumed to eating her out and pushed a finger back in, pumping her with that single finger. Her eyes all but rolled back in her head at the feeling, her hand coming back to fist in your hair.

Cassie finally allowed herself to relax again, the feeling of an oncoming orgasm slowly but surely coming back as you refused to relent despite your jaw starting to hurt, working your mouth and fingers between her legs, determined to reward her with a much deserved orgasm. The pace you set was urgent and desperate; you knew your knees would be bruised and your jaw would feel sore by the time you're finished with her, but right now, all you could focus on was her. At this point Cassie could no longer hold back her moans; that's how you knew she was only seconds away from breaking.

"Come for me." you mumbled.

And just like that Cassie cried out, squirting over your fingers multiple times as you stimulated her g-spot just perfectly and constantly, your tongue lapping at her sensitive clit simultaneously.

-

"Are you okay?" you asked, rubbing her cheekbone sweetly after helping her with her dress and fixing her hair. Both your breathings were back to normal and Cassie looked somewhat presentable, however her lipgloss was still smeared around her lips.

Cassie nodded, smiling shyly.

"Let me return the favor."

"No, no." you cupped her cheeks, stopping her before she could get on her knees.

"Let’s get back to the party. And if you really want to return the favor, come home with me tonight. Okay?”

Needless to say Cassie went home with you that night, without the slightest hint of hesitation.

[fatuifucker]

me and my husband

dom prince! subject 2 albedo x sub fiancé! fem-bodied reader

SUMMARY = (from this request – royal au) prince rubedo isn't happy about seeing his fiancé with his brother

WARNINGS = (fully consensual - s2 checks in with reader a couple times) smut, penetration (reader receiving), unprotected sex, cervix fucking, mild asphyxiation, pussyjob, oral (reader giving), dacryphilia, sensory deprivation (blindfold), marking, mating press, aftercare, subject 2 is called rubedo, jealous s2, tiny angst, use of the word "cunt"

W/C = 1.8k

A/N = i love s2 so much djdhdjd okay but this will be the last time i call him rubedo, leakers have revealed that his name in the files is called dorian so i will refer to him as dorian instead in the future also thank you @vermillionbun and @boba-is-a-soup for betaing!

TAGS = @zen-daydreams, @edenialucas, @huboi, @nejibot, @lovediluc, @yumixxn, @teallapril, @midnxght-sweet-time

In the darkness, you glide your tongue over the long, thick vein trailing down his cock, swiping up the drops of precum oozing out his slit while his head hits the back of your throat deliciously. The way the human body operates is utterly fascinating. When one is deprived of their senses, they become that much more sensitive to stimuli. It is a weakness the prince couldn’t help but take advantage of. And oh, does your perverted, lovesick mind relish it.

"When Mother's concubines misbehaved, she would throw them in dungeons days or even weeks. Sometimes months if they truly displeased her. It suits her. You and I know how much of a cruel ruler, and even cruller lover she can be," Prince Rubedo states coldly. "On the other hand, I don’t share a bed with anyone other than you. I spoil and shower you with gifts. Yet you dare seek him out," he spits, acrid acidity in his tone. "Mother would have sent her suitors to the dungeons if they ever betrayed her for another. I didn't. Instead, I let you sit comfortably in our room and atone for your mistakes. I hope you know how fortunate you are.”

All of a sudden, Rubedo pushes you away from him. Coughing, you still as he tugs at your blindfold, untying the knot before removing the fabric. Light engulfs your vision, and you blink quickly to rid the blindness. You lift your head, squinting to see the prince looking down at you; a testament to your difference in power. A calloused hand — the hand of a warrior prince, indeed — strokes your cheek, his normally neat platinum blond hair bedraggled as his broad chest rises and falls. You didn’t expect to make that much of an impact on him. The prince rubs the edge of his boot against your thigh, staring at the puddle you created. "I didn't think you would be dripping all over our floor."

He arises from his chair and kneels next to you, scooping up the liquid onto his fingers. You watch in awe as the wet muscle drags over his fingers, lips wrapping around his digits to lick it all off. His lips…

"Your highness,” you croak. "Can I ask for a kiss?"

Rubedo stares at you impassively. "A kiss?"

Crap, you should have thought twice. Thin fingers caress you, deep hues of carmine scrutinising every feature of your face.

"...Did you ask him that?"

"I beg your pardon, your highness?"

"Did you ask Albedo that?"

You blink. "No, why would I?"

"Why would you?" he snorts. "Did you think that I wouldn’t notice you cozying up to him? Drinking tea, taking a stroll in the gardens, laughing away at night when you should have been with me?"

"Your highness, although I understand your suspicions, I reassure you I would never–”

He doesn’t give you time to finish your sentence, seizing your arm and yanking you to the bed to settle you on his lap. "That bastard. He has everything yet he still tries to steal what belongs to me." He scowls, fingers running up and down your chest. "I need to mark your body. That way he won't get any more ideas."

You’re glad he asked you to remove your clothes before serving him. You doubt your new nightwear would have survived his brutal handling. He starts off from your clavicle, marring the untouched skin. With each mark, he takes his time, making it painfully sweet. He is merciless, purposefully making it hurt so much that your head spins in circles, but the high pleasure of the pain sends bursts of endorphins down your bloodstream.

Next is his favourite part. He conjures a gasp out of you by gliding his wet tongue up your neck. You wiggle around out of instinct, but his tight hold keeps you locked in place. The prince’s teeth clamp down on your neck, and you hiss as he sucks on the flesh.

Releasing you, Rubedo admires his work, pressing the pads of his fingers against the newly formed marks. "You look beautiful like this."

He smiles. For the first time tonight, he sincerely smiles. It’s loving, and it makes you want to run your hands through his platinum blond hair. You want to tell him that he’s the only one for you; that you'll always love him and only him.

Once again, you have this urge to kiss him.

Hues of carmine widen as your plush lips press against his. He doesn't push you away, doesn't resist. His hand only wraps around your waist to pull you closer. When the two of you part, you notice that he's shivering; that he is in need of warmth. But you don’t know if he is getting that warmth from you.

Albedo is a man who has everything. He is the future ruler of the empire, the beloved prince of the nation, people of all genders squabble for a dance with him.

All Rubedo has is you.

The prince frowns upon noticing your expression. "(Name), don’t pity me.”

He pulls you back in, slipping his tongue into your mouth and intertwining his fingers with yours. His kiss feels like he is swallowing you whole, as if he wants to taste all of you. Rubedo towers over you, panting as he stares at your dishevelled form; your lips, deliciously bruised. Your eyes lock with his, peering into his soul with desire. Never in his life did he witness that emotion reflected towards him, so he lets himself indulge in this rare moment. Deep in bliss, he doesn't hear you whisper his name.

"...bedo"

He jolts. "...What did you call me?"

"Ru-Rubedo?"

No, that can't be it. You were trying to cover yourself, weren't you? He heard you. He must have heard you loud and clear. You were definitely calling out to him. You only use that nickname on Albedo, not him.

…'Bedo'.

"Why…why are you still thinking of him? Do you really…” He swallows his rising rage, “do you like him better?”

“No! Your highness, the–”

You were shoved off him, your back colliding with the mattress.

“You’re testing my patience,” Rubedo growls. “Fine, if you’re going to be unfaithful, I’ll remind you who you belong to.”

He aligns his semi-hard cock to your entrance, his other hand lifting your leg up for easier access. His tone is chilling. You know he's angry, but…

“...(Name), are you scared?” he asks, a tremor in his voice.

He wouldn’t hurt you.

You shook your head. “No, I trust you. I’ll tell you to stop if I feel uncomfortable.”

“You know that I’m not like Albedo. I’m not going to be nice.” Your shift, anticipating him to shove his whole dick inside you. “Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good. So I’ll do…this.”

Contrary to your belief, he doesn’t. You feel the head of his cock rubbing your heat, but he doesn’t push any further than that. He ruts himself in between your folds, occasionally rubbing against your engorged clit.

“H-huh? Wait, why are you not…”

“What’s with that look? Are you upset? I told you that I’m not going to be nice.” The moonlight bounces off his pale face, bringing attention to his overly smug smirk; as if he is amused by whatever expression you are making. “If you want this inside you, you have to beg for it.” You attempt to turn your head away but the prince grips your chin, forcing you to look into his fiery yet cold carmine optics. “I’m not moving until you beg. I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

Shaking at his intense gaze, you choke down your pride to timidly utter your words. “Forgive me for upsetting you, your highness. I’ll take any punishment you give, just please…please, I need you inside me.”

You gasp when his entire cock penetrates your hole before you could even process it. Your fingers clutch onto the sheets, hanging for dear life as he pummels into your sopping wet cunt. He admitted that he isn’t going to be nice to you, but the sensation is overstimulating, all you can think about is Rubedo. His huge cock running along your inner walls, his blood-dyed carmine eyes boring into your soul and his gruff grunts as he continues to mark your skin. You feel him wholly from head to toe, and there’s nothing that could bring you more happiness than that.

“What more do you want from me, my knight?” he coos, tilting your head to face him. “If you ask me politely, I might just grant your wish.”

“Your highness, you have already given me everything that I– haa-ah– d-desire!”

“Then you’ll take more of it, right? You’ll– aah…take all that I give, right?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

“Good,” he growls, shifting to push your legs back so your knees are to your chest.

He thrusts into you like a deranged man, ensuring you feel him thoroughly, ensuring his cockhead collides with your cervix every time. You’re screaming his name, crying out to your prince. Lust clouds your mind, the only noises you can make out are the sounds of your pussy squelching with your juices and your own moans reverberating through the room. You can barely make out Rubedo’s voice, ridiculing you as a knight for losing your spirit so easily but you don’t care. Not when it’s him.

The only man you’ll bow down to is your prince, your fiance, your Rubedo.

“Ru-Ruby, I’m close…”

“Me too, (Name),” he pants. “Cum with me. Please…cum with me.”

You cling onto the prince as you reach your climax, your body shuddering as your pussy flutters around him. He gasps as he pulls his cock out, just in time for him to shoot his load all over your tummy and chest, dying it with his milky sperm. Both of you stay silent to catch your breath before Rubedo gets a towel from a chair and starts wiping your body clean with it.

“...Why do you keep going back to him even though you swore yourself to me?”

You sigh. “My dear Ruby, is it a crime for me to spend time with my childhood friend?”

“I know you don’t like him that way.” You don’t miss the quiver in his voice and the wetness in his eyes. “(Name), I trust you. I really do but…gods, you are the only person I have.” He hugs you close and you feel his tears falling onto your shoulder. “Everyone loves him. I’m terrified. I’m terrified that one day that you’ll love him more than me. I can’t bear the thought of him stealing you away…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you hush his cries, returning his embrace. "I promise that it won’t happen, Ruby. I’ve always chosen you, I’ve always belonged to you. Forever and ever. Nothing will change that."

“...Thank you. I love you, (Name).” He kisses your cheek before picking you up in a bridal carry. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

[sinfulspencer]

let Spencer cum inside of you so he can clean his mess with his tongue 😈🥵

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Rating: Mature (Smut 18+, MINORS DNI)

Warnings: very light dom/sub undertones (sub!Spencer, softdom!Reader), praise kink, light verbal degradation, mommy kink, vaginal fingering, riding, unprotected sex, creampie

Words: 3k

A.N.; This is pure filth. I needed it. S2 Spencer does things to me, it’s absurd.

A big thank you to my darling @softreidx for editing this little piece and giving me the funniest feedbacks ever (now I know your kinks, you should be scared hehe).

TAGLIST FORM.

“Dammit, Y/N, give me a second. – Spencer mumbles, his back slamming against the door as soon as he turns around – Are you that excited to see me?”

Y/N doesn’t let him talk, her mouth immediately crashing against his in a kiss that seems to never end. He doesn’t complain, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her body even closer to his, not wanting to let her go any sooner. The soft skin under his fingertips is warm, perfectly in contrast with his cold skin because of the weather outside.

He knows he’ll warm up soon.

Spencer has been away from home for over eleven days to work on a case that seemed to never end to him and the rest of his team. Y/N has missed him more than she can ever describe, so now she’s not going to waste any time; she wants him and she wants him now, before she loses her mind.

“You have no idea, baby. I’ve missed you so much. – Y/N says, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt – Now you’re all mine.”

Spencer hums against her lips, bringing his hands up behind her neck. “I’m always yours, doll. You know it.”

Doll.

Not wasting any time, Y/N runs back inside their bedroom with Spencer following her and unbuttoning his shirt at the same time. She giggles loudly, not sure how she’s keeping self-control at the moment – she would’ve loved to push Spencer down on the floor and take him right there, but she’s convinced her neighbours wouldn’t appreciate the gesture.

They can be pretty loud in bed and Y/N doesn’t want anybody to hear Spencer’s pretty moans, they’re too precious.

Spencer can’t keep his eyes off her for a split second, just taking in all of her beauty that leaves him completely speechless. Y/N looks like an angel right now, laying down on the bed with her body completely exposed to him and her nipples hardening at the temperature of the room.

Eleven days without her were fucking hellish.

Y/N jumps over the bed, throwing her shirt on the floor along with her panties. She’s so eager to have him on top of her, of feeling his hands exploring every inch of her body with love and devotion.

She had tried to have fun with herself for the last five days, but nothing was satisfying her. All she could think about were those deliciously long and slender fingers, that perfect tongue touching every spot she loved the most.

She felt incredibly pathetic, writhing and panting over her bed and day-dreaming about her boyfriend doing the filthiest stuff to her. Now he’s here, though, and he’s going to make up for all the time they’ve lost while he was away.

“The glasses stay on during sex.”

Spencer cocks an eyebrow, taking off his blue cardigan and his white shirt underneath. “Ah, so you admit that my glasses turn you on.”

“You turn me on, Doctor Reid. – she says with a smirk, spreading her legs and exposing her glistening core to him – Come over here.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, shimming out of his pants before jumping over the bed and settling between her legs. He runs a hand all over her thigh, his mouth immediately dipping down to meet hers in a hungry kiss.

A kiss he melts into, allowing the gentleness of the moment to vanish as soon as she moans and pants over his lips. She runs her fingers through his hair before tugging harshly on it, just enough to make him whine in painful pleasure.

Yes, he has missed Y/N more than anything in the world.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you today. – whimpers Y/N, the tip of his index brushing over her clit before pressing down on it – Fuck, baby. I’ve missed your fingers.”

Spencer lowers his face, tracing her neck with open mouth kisses. He knows this is her favourite spot and he knows that touching her like this is going to push her over the edge rather quickly, so he gently pushes his index deep inside of her.

Her wetness coats his fingers as Y/N arches her back, moaning with her eyes closed.

“They’re all yours.”

Y/N chuckles, moving her hips to the rhythm of his finger. “Yes, they are. You’re all mine too.”

Spencer nods in agreement, licking the soft skin of her throat. “Always and forever.”

Curling his index inside of her, Spencer uses his thumb to draw circles over her clit. She gasps, her mouth opening as she can feel the pleasure tingling between her legs.

He feels her right hand gripping his bicep, her nails digging into his soft skin as she tries her best to keep her thighs spread open for him. More moans erupt from her throats, echoing through the room and adding to the temperature rising within his body.

Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are closed, her throat completely exposed to his mercy.

Spencer dips his head down, leaving more kisses all over her throat before nibbling at her skin. Y/N slides her hand down his arm, gripping his forearm before rolling her hips against his hand as if to ask for more. And Spencer silently obeys, pushing a second finger inside of her to stretch her out.

“That feels so fucking good, baby. Don’t stop.”

He’s not planning to.

The wet sound of his fingers pushing in and out of her at a quick, but steady pace is enough to arouse him, while he admires the way her whole body reacts to his touch. He has always loved the power he has over her and even though she hates admitting it, he can clearly see it.

Especially now.

Her thighs are quivering around his hand, his fingers still curling inside of her as he massages her clit just enough to push her over the edge. Y/N grips the bed sheets and his name rolls off her tongue in a sweet melody, Spencer biting her throat to alleviate the pain of still not being able to come.

She hasn’t given him permission to do so.

When her orgasm wears off and she comes back down from her high, Y/N runs her fingers through Spencer’s hair.

“Are you planning on fucking me any time soon or do I have to fuck myself with a toy?”

Spencer furrows his eyebrows, shaking his head. “No toys allowed when I’m here.”

Y/N chuckles at his words, rolling over his body as she straddles his thighs. She places both her hands on each side of Spencer’s face and dips down, kissing his lips before travelling down with her lips.

He doesn’t like her using sex toys when he’s at home because he’s her toy. That’s why he said that.

But it wouldn’t be the first time Spencer begs her to fuck her with his cock and a sex toy as well, just to see how good she is at taking both him and something else inside of her. Y/N loved when Spencer asked her that and she was tempted to drop the bomb as well right now, but she has missed his body too much.

She wants to focus on him today.

“I’m your toy. – whispers Spencer, pressing a soft kiss over her lips – Can I fuck you, please?”

Y/N runs her hands down his chest, feeling his cock pressing against her thighs. He’s really hard and he seems pretty impatient, which is why Y/N decides to tease him a little – just enough to send him close to the edge without actually pushing him off it.

She’s eager to ride him as well.

Y/N grinds against his cock, his chest rising up and down quickly.

“Please, have some mercy on me, doll. – whispers Spencer, his hands landing over her hips – I’m begging you.”

Y/N leans forward, her hands caressing his cheeks as she kisses him with lust and passion. Spencer wraps his arms around her waist and pushes her down to his body, as she keeps rolling her hips and her wet core against his cock.

He can feel the pleasure rapidly building within his stomach, his heart beating louder in his chest. He grips her waist and moans softly over her mouth, glancing up at her with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Y/N brushes her thumbs right over his cheekbones, noticing his glasses with steam over them. She lets out a soft laugh, slowly pulling his glasses away so he’s able to admire her on top of him, in all her glory.

“Much better. You look so cute right now, baby. – whispers the young woman, licking his bottom lip – And you’re so hard, aren’t you?”

Spencer hisses when her right hand wraps around his cock, slowly stroking it as pre-cum leaks down his length. He manages to nod at her question, knowing how much she dislikes it when he doesn’t answer.

“Yes. Please, just ride me. – he whimpers, his voice needy and filled with not-so-subtle desire – Please, mommy, please.”

Y/N smirks at his words, the pet name bringing heat up to her cheeks. She decides he has had enough and he doesn’t deserve to be teased any longer, so she lifts her hips just enough to allow his cock to brush against her wet entrance.

“Alright, baby. – Y/N mutters with a smile, using her free hand to stabilize herself on top of him – Here you go.”

Sitting on his cock inch by inch, Y/N feels her walls stretching gently to allow him to slip deep inside of her. Her wetness is coating all of him, her walls hot and warm around him as he feels himself lose his mind over how good she feels. His eyes roll in the back of his head and his fingers dig into her skin, leaving red prints over her waist.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Y/N can’t help, but giggle at his reaction, her walls tightening around his cock as she finally manages to sit fully on it. Her hands are now pressed over his chest, her fingers brushing over the soft skin of his torso as she leans down to give him a peck on the lips.

“Feels good, doesn’t it baby?”

“Yes, mommy. – he chokes out, gripping her thighs – I wish I could stay here for hours.”

Y/N hums at his sentence. “I’d love that, but later. Now you need to come for mommy, baby, okay? Do you think you can do it?”

Spencer opens his eyes, nodding eagerly. “Yes, yes. Please, ride me.”

Giving in to the pleasure, Y/N rolls her hips. “And I thought I was the needy one here.”

He grips her thighs to steady himself, biting his bottom lip. “You are.”

Y/N places both her hands on his chest, not moving an inch. She stares at him, admiring the way he’s squirming because of the pleasure running through his body. She knows he’s silently begging her to move by pressing his fingers into her skin, but she doesn’t move yet; she wants to drive him crazy.

She caresses his chest with her hands, twisting his nipples between her fingers. A soft moan leaves his lips as he closes his eyes, completely helpless under her touch.

“Please, Y/N.”

She grabs his chin with her hands. “Excuse me?”

He whines when she clenches around him, throwing his head back. “Mommy, please. You’re right, I’m needy too. Now please, just ride me. It’s been too long.”

That’s exactly what she wanted to hear.

Without hesitation, Y/N starts to move her hips against his waist. His cock slips deeper inside of her, her knees pressing against the mattress as a chorus of little moans and pleas echoes through the room.

His face is twisted in pleasure, his cheeks flushed.

Spencer manages to keep his eyes open, his hands travelling back to her breasts. He squeezes them in his palms, Y/N panting at the gesture as she bounces up and down with her head thrown back.

“You look so beautiful, mommy.”

Y/N chuckles, her laughs soon vanishing into a moan. “You’d say anything to make me go faster, it’s adorable.”

Spencer shakes his head, his fingers playing with her nipples – the gesture elicits a moan out of her again, Y/N finally looking down at him to meet his gaze.

“You are beautiful.”

Y/N leans down, pressing her lips over his. “Especially when I’m on top of you.”

He nods, his lips not leaving hers while his hands drop on her hips again. “Yes.”

Without any other words, Y/N begins to ride him very slowly. No matter how many pleas and curses roll off his tongue, she doesn’t give in though the pleasure is getting almost unbearable.

She wants to feel him, she wants him to know that she owns him.

Spencer gasps when she grinds her hips, his arms wrapping around her waist as he starts to buck his hips up to meet her moves.

“You feel so good, fuck.”

Y/N can’t even form a coherent sentence, the tension in her body getting tighter and tighter as a tingling feeling starts to rush through her lower abdomen. She knows she’s close and the little smirk on his face tells her he understood that as well.

There are drops of sweat forming on his forehead, his eyes completely focused on her face also twisted in pleasure. When Y/N looks at him and her movements become uneven, the tension finally snaps and the pleasure consumes her.

“Oh baby, fuck!”

Her voice is nothing, but a whisper, her breathy moans echoing through the walls of the room – and that seems to do the trick for her boyfriend, because he bucks his hip up, hard and fast, to prolong her pleasure and help her ride her orgasm.

Spencer lifts his body up so that his face is buried between her breasts, biting the soft skin in the valley of her curves before attaching his lips to her right nipple. His tongue swirls around it before he pulls away, his orgasm booms through his body.

“Y/N, holy fuck.”

He collapses back on the bed, filling her up with his warmth as his fingers dig even deeper into her skin. She’ll probably have her body covered in handprints and scratches, but she doesn’t care, the pleasure is too blinding at the moment.

And when it finally starts to fade, Y/N collapses as well onto his body.

“You fucking whore. Did you just come inside of me?”

Spencer struggles to open his eyes, humming. “Maybe.”

“Did I say you could do that? – asks Y/N, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look back at her – Because I certainly did not.”

Don’t get her wrong, she loves when he comes inside of her and marks her as his, but today she’s in the mood for playing – and this is a great way to play some more.

“I’m sorry, mommy. – whispers Spencer, his hands shaking as they travel back up to touch her breasts – I’m so sorry.”

Y/N rolls off his body, laying down on the bed. “Then clean me up, whore.”

When he realises what she has just asked, his brain goes blank. He finds himself immediately settling between her legs, his come dripping out of hers along with her juices – and the sight alone makes him go completely nuts.

His mouth soon attaches to her clit, her hands finding their way into his hair.

“Good boy. – she hums, oversensitive from the previous orgasm – Clean up your mess.”

Tasting his own come right between your legs, Spencer slides his right hand down his body and grips his cock already hardening. He doesn’t know how this is turning him on but it is. Knowing that he filled you up this way and marked you as his, sends him over the edge.

“There it is, my sweet boy. – Y/N chokes out, biting her bottom lip – Do you think you can make me come again, baby?”

Spencer doesn’t answer her with words, instead he dives his tongue right inside of her. She has never asked him to clean her up this way so this is definitely a first, but in full honesty, he can’t wait to do it again.

His fingers skim over her clit, his thumb slowly massaging it as he makes sure she’s enjoying herself. Spencer glances up at Y/N, her head thrown back and her back arching because of the pleasure getting more and more intense.

He loves giving you pleasure.

The salty taste of his come mixed with her juices inebriates him, his eyes closing as he works harder and faster to bring you close to the edge. Until she topples over it, finding herself gripping the bed sheets and moaning his name out loud.

The third orgasm hits her body like a thunder, her fingers twisting his soft hair before tugging it and pushing his face between her legs. Y/N moans and cries out his name over and over again, riding out her orgasm until she goes completely limp.

Once Spencer has cleaned up his own mess, her wetness coating his chin, he gets back up and towers over her.

Y/N grabs him by the face, her lips crashing over his. She can taste herself on his lips and it’s kind of hot, knowing that he cleaned his own come off her and made her come right there, all over his mouth and his tongue.

It’s fucking hot. And filthy, and messy.

“The best boy I could’ve ever asked for.”

Spencer smiles over her mouth, grabbing his cock before pushing it back inside of her. Y/N whines at the sensation, her legs closing around his waist as she grips his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.

“We’re not done yet, mommy.”

Panting over his lips, she nods. “Show me what you’re capable of.”

[gutouhua]

ao3 / tip jar / comms open

wc: 5.3k+

tags: mentions of lbh & lqg, heavily implied bingqiu, mbj has horns, mentions of eating animal meat, mbj gives sqh bj & hj, some nipple play, mbj slaps sqh's ass like twice, spite & cum as lube, cum eating/swallowing, size kink, some dirty talk, mild urethra play if you squint (nothing inserted inside), multiple orgasms, anal sex, anal fingering, cockwarming, love at first sight for mbj, possessive mbj, we ignore canon and pretend their first time together was amazing, au, not beta read we die like s2 svsss

a/n: don't squint too hard at this, it's just my excuse to write this couple having hot seggs yeah. also i couldn't come up with a good title so here we are with this generic title :3 will probably maybe go back and edit this ;-;

“You are pretty too.” And he was, immensely so. So pretty, in fact, that he was the epitome of perfection in Shang Qinghua’s eyes. He’d never seen someone so much like his ideal type – never wanted to fuck someone so badly.

But he was not going to admit all that.

The diplomatic gala was exactly what Shang Qinghua thought it would be: a matchmaking spectacle with everyone packed onto the floor like sardines and fluffed up like gaudy peacocks.

And he wanted absolutely nothing to do with it.

Shang Qinghua made a beeline for a server with a drink, ignoring the protests of his brother, Shen Qingqiu, and retreated to the corner to avoid human interaction. He most definitely did not want some impressionable young man or woman to think he was interested in them just because he was chatting politely and then have them send a formal marriage proposal along with a caravan of jewels and treasures come tomorrow morning. He shuddered at the thought.

He was about to down his third glass of wine for the night when he noticed a man, or rather, a demon, on the fringes of the crowd. Sapphire eyes and a sharp, aristocratic nose sat on a stony-faced pale blue canvas typical of the demons of the Red Lands. His shiny black hair was braided into a long tail down the back with silver-tipped horns jutting out from his thick mane. In the middle of his forehead was a dark blue demon mark – the mark of a Red Lands aristocrat.

He was stunningly attractive and exactly Shang Qinghua’s type: a pretty face with (what he liked to call it) a refrigerator body.

Mhm, delicious.

Suddenly, Shang Qinghua didn’t think this gala was a completely idiotic idea after all.

But he had no time to consider his gorgeous demon before someone announced that dinner was beginning soon, so he shuffled into the great dining hall and plopped into an ornate seat with his name labeled carefully on the back.

Shen Qingqiu took his seat next to him shortly, sighing deeply with his fan waving in short, quick motions despite the fact that it was quite chilly in the room.

“What took you so long?” Qinghua teased.

Shen Qingqiu only fanned harder, looking at him tiredly. “The banquet has not even officially begun, and I am already being run ragged.”

Shang Qinghua arched a fine brow, already knowing the answer. “The women?”

“And men.” He nodded tiredly.

“Well, that’s to be expected seeing as you’re the most eligible bachelor on the content. Well,” Shang Qinghua paused. “Aside from the demon king. But who would want to marry that barbarous man when you're around?”

“I am glad to see you have so much confidence in your brother, but sometimes I find that Mobei-jun has an easier time and it would be better to be him instead.”

“Mobei-jun?”

“Ah,” Shen Qingqiu amended. “Mobei-jun is the king of the Red Lands.”

“And you are on a first-name basis with him?” Shang Qinghua wondered when his brother got close enough to the demon king to call him so casually.

“A secret,” Shen Qingqiu chided him. “But don’t tell anyone. He doesn’t like to be called by that name, but I do it anyway.”

His brother was insufferable. “Can he not have you killed for that?”

“He loves me too much to do that.”

“Huh, so my brother does indeed have a secret love life that I don’t know about. I’m hurt.”

“Hmph, if only I had one.”

“What was that?” Shang Qinghua asked.

Shen Qingqiu looked away, suddenly finding the design on the plate before him to be very interesting. “Noth-”

“That was not nothing!” He interrupted. “You said–”

Heavy doors creaked open to reveal their dinner host and the room fell to a hush as if everyone had drawn one collective breath and was holding it in. And then he saw him – that beautiful horned demon. Shang Qinghua could not tear his eyes away from him and it appeared that everyone else felt the same.

The demon king made his way to the head of the table and turned his head toward Shang Qinghua’s direction, blue eyes piercing through him. “Shall we,” an icy-honeyed voice rolled through the room, “begin dinner?”

Everyone let out their breaths at the same time: the servants began moving and plating food, aristocrats turned toward their neighbors for conversation, and Shen Qingqiu began fending off the two women seated closest to them.

Shang Qinghua looked down at the table, cheeks burning from the encounter. Was he staring at me? Impossible. Why would he be looking at me? We've never met before and it’s not as if I'm the most handsome man or woman in the room – in fact, far from it. Ah, he’s so hot. I really want to jump his bones, but now that I know who he is…it seems almost impossible for me to do that. And he wouldn’t want me either. By the stars, he’s so attractive though and–

Shen Qingqiu broke off from the women for a moment after he noticed that Qinghua wasn’t eating. “Brother, is the food not to your liking? You’ve never been one to shy away from stuffing your face at banquets.”

Qinghua was too preoccupied to take note of his teasing, instead too focused on trying to stop his cheeks from burning. He was glad that the lighting was dim so that his brother wouldn’t tease him for it. “I think the king was staring at me just now.”

The meat on Shen Qingqiu’s silver fork balanced precariously mid-air on the edge of the prongs. “Why do you think he was staring at you?”

“Because his eyes were on me and in my direction? Pupils trained on me?” Shang Qinghua wasn’t some sheltered member of royalty. No, he knew when someone had their gaze on him. Had learned to feel and recognize it.

Shen Qingqiu put the meat in his mouth and chewed while humming. “Perhaps, when he saw you, he thought you the most beautiful person in the room and couldn’t help but stare at you.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Shang Qinghua almost burst out laughing before realizing that doing so would be highly inappropriate in the current situation so he stifled the urge by shoving a piece of lamb in his mouth. “If that is what he thinks, then he must be blind or a fool.”

“Why?”

Shang Qinghua pointed at himself as if it was obvious. “Because I am clearly not the most eye-catching person here. If he thinks so, then there must be something wrong with him. There are plenty of others here that are a hundred, no, a thousand times more beautiful than I am. I'm very plain and have no delusions about my appearance. A five out of ten on a good day. You know this, brother.”

Shen Qingqiu shook his head. “I do not, Qinghua. You must have more confidence in yourself. You are as beautiful if not even more beautiful than them.”

Qinghua knew his brother was trying to cheer him up, but it didn’t really make him feel any better. “That does not count," he muttered.

“Are you saying a king’s opinion is null?”

“Yes, when the king is my brother.” Shang Qinghua argued back while shoving a potato in his mouth.

“Hmph, then shall we ask our dinner host what his opinion is?”

“No!” Qinghua said quickly. “Why would you even ask him? He wouldn’t care about something trivial like this.”

Shen Qingqiu smirked at him. “So you care about his opinion of you? Are you smitten by him?”

“Absolutely not.” His answer was swift. “He looks so stoic and boring, and I want nothing to do with him.” But there was no mistaking the scarlet running across Shang Qinghua’s cheekbones.

“Dear brother, there is no need to fret. I won’t ask him that.”

Shang Qinghua visibly deflated in relief.

“At least in public.”

“What!”

“Don’t ‘what’ me! I’m only asking him for his opinion!” Shen Qingqiu said in defense.

“But I don’t want you to,” he whined.

“It’s a question from a friend to another friend. For curiosity’s sake. After all, you doubt my opinions so I should ask for another king’s opinions, should I not?”

Shang Qinghua groaned. “You are so embarrassing. Then please at least do it when I’m not in your presence.”

“Can’t promise that.” Shen Qingqiu skewered another piece of meat and put it in his mouth. “We’re going to go see him later and that might be my only chance to ask him before we leave.”

“What?” Shang Qinghua almost dropped his fork in his lap, barely catching it before the sauce dirtied his clothes. “What do you mean? You never told me we were going to have a private audience with him,” he hissed.

His brother looked innocently at him. “Did Liu Qingge not tell you? Hm, I should punish him for insubordination.”

Shang Qinghua would’ve bared his teeth at his brother if they had not been in public. “Don’t lie! You’re probably the one who told him not to tell me!” He cut his meat with heated anger, sawing at the poor tenderloin while imagining it to be Shen Qingqiu.

“Be nicer to the meat, Qinghua, what did it ever do to you?”

“Everything,” he seethed while continuing to knife the meat. “You know I hate socializing with aristocrats and now you want me to socialize with a king? And on top of it, with one I’ve never even met before! Are you out of your mind?” But at the same time, Shang Qinghua was hoping that he could somehow get into that demon king’s robes. If only.

“Brother, I just want him to meet you. And like what you said, you’ve never met him before. How are we to maintain good relations with the Red Lands if you never meet their king?”

We were doing just fine before all this, he thought, but outwardly, he agreed – it would probably be one of his only chances of meeting him. “Well, I’ll meet him, but I can’t guarantee I’ll like him.”

“That is enough for me.” Shen Qingqiu primly dabbed his mouth with a napkin, conveniently hiding a feline smile behind the fabric.

Still, Shang Qinghua looked at his brother suspiciously. Shen Qingqiu was oddly acquiescent today, but his appetite was back now so he focused on stuffing as much food in his mouth to avoid any further conversation from his brother and any neighboring aristocrats.

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

After dinner, Shang Qinghua was escorted to the king’s study room. His brother had promised to be there later, but if the demon prince Luo Binghe hanging off his arm like an oversized puppy was any indication of what was going to transpire, Shang Qinghua knew his brother had left him to fend for himself.

But no matter. Shang Qinghua could deal with a lone demon king. Probably.

So Shang Qinghua sat in his plush seat before the king’s desk, obediently waiting for the king despite wanting nothing more than to go back to his room and sleep. The food coma was kicking in and combined with the relaxing incense, warm draft, and comfortable seat, Qinghua was about to sleep and–

“Prince of the Black Lands, Shang Qinghua.”

He bolted straight up, turning dizzily to find the source of the deep voice. Blue eyes glowed in the shadows before Mobei-jun seemed to materialize in front of him, a flurry of fur and black robes, ice and dominance.

“D-Demon King.”

Mobei-jun frowned. “So it seems that moniker is more popular than I thought.”

Shang Qinghua tried something different. Maybe he didn’t like being called ‘demon king.’ “My king?”

Mobei-jun showed no indication of his feelings aside from a grunt.

‘My king’ would have to do then. Shang Qinghua certainly wouldn’t dare to call a stranger, who was a king no less, by their given name.

“Where is your brother? I am told I would be meeting the two of you.”

“Ah, he–” Shang Qinghua paused, trying to find a good way to word it. “He was last seen with your brother. I’m not sure what business he has with him.”

“Hmph.” Mobei-jun grumbled. “Your fiend of a brother with that brother of mine who's always so clingy and horny...I know exactly what he’s doing with your brother. Or rather, to your brother.”

Shang Qinghua was pretty sure his jaw would’ve been wide open in shock if he wasn’t in the presence of a foreign king right now. “I-I apologize for my brother’s actions. He’s been known to fall prey to pretty faces. And your brother does have one…”

“What about me?” The question was sudden and unexpected.

“What?”

Mobei-jun repeated himself. “What about me?”

“You?” Shang Qinghua squeaked out. “You want my opinion of you?”

He nodded, looking expectantly at him. It was a command and it was to be answered regardless. Fine. He would tell this king what he wanted to hear.

“You are pretty too.” And he was, immensely so. So pretty, in fact, that he was the epitome of perfection in Shang Qinghua’s eyes. He’d never seen someone so much like his ideal type – never wanted to fuck someone so badly.

But he was not going to admit all that.

“Shang Qinghua, come closer.” Mobei-jun's eyes bore deep into Qinghua, so deep that he felt an ache in his soul.

He inched closer to him but kept his distance.

“Closer.”

A scoot forward.

“Closer.” This time there was impatience in his voice.

Qinghua moved so close he could feel the demon king’s cold aura radiate in waves. He shivered when he felt cold winds trail dangerously close to him.

“Tell me the truth,” he murmured. And there it was again, that piercing, cold gaze that seemed to numb Shang Qinghua – and make him want to do anything Mobei-jun said.

“You are indeed very pretty, my king. Very handsome – there is nothing you lack in looks.”

“But there is something I lack?” Mobei-jun was not angry, merely curious.

One would be hard-pressed to find something Mobei-jun lacked. He was the demon king of the Red Lands, after all, with dominion over all in the land and unparalleled powers. His handsome features and muscled physique was not lost on Shang Qinghua either. But if there was something he lacked…

“Softness.” Shang Qinghua ventured hesitantly. “You lack softness, my king.”

“Hmph.” Mobei-jun rearranged his heavy robes and shed the outer layer, perfuming the air with his spicy peppermint scent that seemed to grow stronger with each layer he removed. “I can be soft.”

Shang Qinghua doubted that such a stern-looking demon known for his harshness could be soft, but he did not want his brother to get mad at him for making the demon king angry. So he kept his mouth shut.

Mobei-jun narrowed his eyes. “You do not believe me?”

Shang Qinghua rushed to reassure him. Already, his plan to seduce and appease was failing. “Of course, I believe you, my king!”

“Mobei-jun," he demanded.

“W-what?”

“That is my name – call me that.” It was a command. There would be no room for discussion.

“Yes, my king.”

“Mobei-jun.”

“Mobei-jun,” Shang Qinghua muttered.

The king – no, it was Mobei-jun now, smiled upon hearing his name, revealing white, gleaming teeth. “And I can show you softness if you will allow me.”

Shang Qinghua nodded (for what else was he supposed to do) and kept his eyes trained on those pointed teeth. Mobei-jun brought pale lips and sharp teeth to his face, and Shang Qinghua felt like he was going to faint. By the stars, the demon king was going to eat him.

But what came was not the rip of flesh and hot blood, but spicy peppermint and tenderness – Mobei-jun pressed his lips against Qinghua’s, nipping lightly at the edges while slowly rimming the seam of his warm lips with his cold tongue. The heady combination of Mobei-jun’s spicy scent and cool lips relaxed Shang Qinghua so much that he didn’t even notice when Mobei-jun slipped his tongue in between his, eagerly seeking out Qinghua’s tongue in a tangle of flesh and saliva – as if he wanted to mate their tongues together until they became one.

Shang Qinghua was sure he was drooling at this point and looking very undignified but Mobei-jun tasted too good to let go and who knew when he’d be able to kiss such a delicious man again – if ever? So he gripped his sharp horns, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction when the demon groaned against his lips, tongue faltering ever so slightly in its frantic dance.

Ah, so his horns are sensitive.

It was too good of an opportunity to pass up: Shang Qinghua slid his hands down to the base of Mobei-jun’s horns and scratched lightly, causing the king to pull back from the kiss, leaving a light string of saliva in the wake of their passion. They were both gasping now and Mobei-jun’s cold eyes were most certainly anything but cold now.

“D-Don’t touch my horns. They’re very sensitive.” He shuddered as if the thought of it was overwhelming.

Shang Qinghua let out a small smile. “But my king, they are so very pretty – how can I neglect them?”

If he noticed that Shang Qinghua had reverted back to calling him ‘my king,’ he made no comment about it. Instead, Mobei-jun turned, blushing lightly. “Still, for us demons, touching someone’s horns is like…” He trailed off, too embarrassed to say the rest.

“Touching someone’s penis?” Shang Qinghua pretended to guess. He was an avid reader and writer, those words were like child’s play to him. No word was too crude. Just unused and untried. “Dick? Cock?” His smile grew wider when Mobei-jun visibly squirmed under those words.

“Yes,” Mobei-jun mumbled.

“Hm, then I should touch them more, shouldn’t I? Does it not feel good?”

“It does.” He replied with a small pout. Then he paused for a second, looking heatedly at Shang Qinghua with those cold, sapphire eyes. “But I’d rather make you feel good.”

How could anyone have mistaken this demon for being as cruel as his uncle?

Shang Qinghua prostrated himself in mock deference to Mobei-jun with palms pressed against the floor, forehead resting above his hands. “Your wish is my command, my king. How do you wish to have me?”

The demon picked Shang Qinghua up in one fluid motion before setting him down gently on sumptuous silk bedding as if he had plucked a delicate flower and was trying to keep it from wilting. He pulled a pillow over and gently tucked it under Shang Qinghua’s hips while Qinghua began pulling off his many layers of clothing. And when Shang Qinghua was laid bare for his king’s pleasure, Mobei-jun kneeled in between his legs, unmoving, like a beautiful icy statue.

Shang Qinghua was confused. Wasn’t this the part where they would fuck like bunnies until the morning? “What’s wrong?”

“I–” Mobei-jun swallowed thickly. “I want to commit your image to memory. To burn it into my eyes, my mind, my entire soul until you are all I think about, all I see, and all I remember.”

“T-That’s nice,” Shang Qinghua stuttered, brain shortcircuiting from the intense romancing he was receiving today. “But why don’t we focus on other things first.” His dick twitched in agreement.

Mobei-jun pulled his gaze down, focusing intently. “Yes, other things,” he murmured.

The bed dipped low as he lowered himself to the bed and pushed Qinghua’s thighs apart before planting a languid, cool kiss directly on the tip of his cock where precum leaked.

Shang Qinghua's hips rose instinctually off the pillow as if offering himself to Mobei-jun, and he moaned hard. “Ah, my king.”

Mobei-jun decided then and there that he liked it when Shang Qinghua moaned for him so he kissed his cock again, licking the full length in order to not waste any of his Qinghua’s precious seed. Slowly, he lapped at the fat tip before working it into his mouth, savoring and licking each ridge and vein, careful to give the whole length equal attention.

Shang Qinghua’s dick was not nearly as big as his, nor any other demons for that matter, so despite swallowing it whole – so that his nose bumped against Qinghua’s smooth tummy – it did not reach the back of his throat. But Mobei-jun didn’t mind since it was just another reminder of how cute and small his little human prince was.

As Mobei-jun continued to bob his head along Shang Qinghua’s cock, relishing the musky floral scent flooding his senses and the pretty cries of his human prince, Qinghua’s hips began to fervently push against his mouth, moans growing louder. Mobei-jun couldn’t help reaching up to tweak a pinky nipple – it was so perky and hard that it was almost impossible for him to ignore. The way it stiffened in the air was almost as if it was reaching for his attention. He could not ignore it.

Shang Qinghua came as soon as Mobei-jun pinched his nipple, unable to stop himself from spilling himself in Mobei-jun’s mouth from the combined sensation.

“Ha, fuck, that felt so good,” he panted.

Mobei-jun smiled against Qinghua’s cock, pleased with the fact that he was able to make him cum. He swallowed the semen that sat warmly in his mouth – so warm that it almost burned his cool throat – and spit some of it out on his hand, the creamy liquid spiraling with his pale blue saliva to create an erotic mixture of body fluids.

Shang Qinghua looked down in embarrassment and flushed deeply. “You didn’t have to swallow it, my king. You could’ve just spit it out.”

“And let such precious seed go to waste? That would not be a very kingly thing to do, Shang Qinghua.”

There was absolutely nothing kingly about this entire situation, but Shang Qinghua didn’t bother pointing that out.

“And besides,” Mobei-jun continued, as he gently rolled Qinghua over so that the pillow was under his stomach now. “I need it for you. It won’t feel good if there’s nothing in there. It’ll hurt.” He frowned, pondering the idea. “You do know how sex between two men works, do you not, Shang Qinghua? Or is that not something they teach the humans of the Black Lands? Perhaps I should stop for now and–”

“No!” He’d perish if Mobei-jun stopped. “Of course they do!”

Mobei-jun slapped Qinghua’s ass lightly, pale cheeks turning the loveliest shade of pink. He would have to do that more often if Shang Qinghua allowed him. “Then behave,” he ordered.

Shang Qinghua promptly shut up.

Mobei-jun looked at the mixture in his palm – it wasn’t quite the amount he wanted so he spitted into his palm again until he was pleased with the amount before spreading Shang Qinghua’s ass to drip the saliva-mixed cum over Qinghua’s puckered hole. Mobei-jun let out a groan as it twitched as if to suck everything in. He slowly pushed a finger inside, lightly massaging Shang Qinghua’s rim, testing the small space, before he added another finger and then a third, making sure everything was slippery and wet and ready for him.

Shang Qinghua whimpered against the stretch, but it still wasn’t enough for him. “Please, my king, more. I need more.” I need you.

“Wait.” Mobei-jun’s tone was patient. “You are not ready yet.” He ignored his straining cock – rushing things would make the experience unpleasant. There would be opportunities later for him to take Qinghua fast and hard, but today was not the day.

Mobei-jun continued his slow thrusts in and out of Shang Qinghua’s hole until he could comfortably slide his fingers knuckles deep. Already, he could tell it would be a tight fit (demons and humans were not the most compatible), but he knew that his human prince would be able to take him. He slid his fingers out, enjoying the lewd squelch Qinghua’s ass made and used what remained of the mixture to coat his hard shaft, careful to cover every last inch while holding himself in. He was so ready to spill himself, but he would only do so in Shang Qinghua.

“Qinghua,” Mobei-jun said softly, gently prying open his ass cheeks to rest his heavy length against soft, peachy globes. Again, he itched to slap it, to make it blush bright red and see Qinghua twitch – he knows that his human prince would writhe so beautifully before him – but that would be for another time. “Are you okay? Ready for me?”

Underneath him, Shang Qinghua moaned and unconsciously pushed his ass towards Mobei-jun’s hips, seeking friction against his aching hole while Mobei-jun continued to rub his cock between his ass. His voice came out as a shaky breath. “Yes, my king, please, put it in.”

Being at his limit and unable to reject such a desperate request from his human prince, Mobei-jun began to carefully slide himself into Shang Qinghua, gritting his teeth when he felt a vise-like grip around his cock, eyes watering when he filled Qinghua completely with his balls resting against his perineum.

“Ha, Qinghua, you’re so tight.”

Shang Qinghua’s response came out in ragged breaths. “And you’re…you’re so big.”

Mobei-jun smiled and gripped Qinghua’s lithe hips. “Humans are so tiny that there is no helping it. And bigger only means I can fill you better.”

Compared to the veiled riddles that humans often spoke in, demons were so straightforward. Shang Qinghua buried his face in the pillows, trying to ignore the embarrassment he felt – there was nothing to be embarrassed about since they were already in such a compromising situation, but he felt it nonetheless. No one had ever been this straightforward with him before, not even his own brother.

“Just move,” he grumbled.

“Your wish is my command, Qinghua.” But Mobei-jun dragged his thick cock out of Shang Qinghua at what felt like a snail’s pace and thrust slowly back in, continuing like this until Qinghua felt like he was going to go mad if he didn’t move any faster.

“Faster, my king, you move too slow.”

“Oh? Then you have to tell this king exactly how you want it. Go ahead.” Mobei-jun caught Qinghua’s lips in his, sucking his tongue lightly. “Qinghua,” he whispered, voice so honeyed that Shang Qinghua was pretty sure it’d be impossible to deny him anything. “Tell me what you want.”

Qinghua gulped. It was his turn to be shy now. He hesitated. “I want…I want you to move faster. Inside me.”

“What part of me do you want to move faster inside you? My fingers?” He began to pull his length out stopping when Shang Qinghua whined and reached for his hips.

“No,” he whimpered, unshed tears glistening in his eyes. “I want your…cock.”

That’s all it takes for Mobei-jun to slam his hips into Shang Qinghua’s. “Of course, you can have my cock, Qinghua. You can have it in whatever,” he pulled out only to thrust back inside harshly again, “Way you like.”

Qinghua swayed underneath the force, moaning hard when Mobei-jun began to pound rhythmically into him, breath catching when he hit a particularly soft spot deep inside him. He continued to press his face into the pillow, clenching the sheets around him while focusing on the delicious weight above him and the cold hands that circled his waist.

He was getting close, so close – he could tell by the way his cock ached fiercely and hung heavy in between his thighs. He just needed a little bit more to tide him over the edge so he reached down to grip his length, pumping roughly while fondling his sensitive tip.

“Don’t do that.” Mobei-jun panted.

“W-Why?” Even he could hear the ache in his voice. “I’m so close.”

Mobei-jun narrowed his eyes. “Your pleasure can come from no one but me,” he said harshly. “I’ll do it.”

He pushed Shang Qinghua’s hands away to grasp his length, causing Qinghua to jolt at the cool fingers against his hot, throbbing dick. “Ah, fuck,” he gasped. “That feels so good – just like that, keep rubbing it hard.”

Mobei-jun wouldn’t have stopped even if his life depended on it. Qinghua’s cock felt so good in his hands that he didn’t even want to stop. “Does it feel good, Qinghua? Which do you like better? My mouth or my hand?” He lowered himself so that his lips brushed the tips of Qinghua’s ear. “Or my cock?”

Too fucked out of his mind from Mobei-jun’s continuous thrusting, Shang Qinghua could only pant out a haphazard reply. “My king, ah, fuck I–, a-all of them feels good. They all feel good.” Mobei-jun squeezed particularly hard then, pushing lightly against Qinghua’s urethra so that cum seeped out. “Shit, ah, I’m gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”

“Then cum.”

His whispered command made the coil in Shang Qinghua snap, and he came so hard he swore he saw stars. Mobei-jun grunted when he felt Qinghua’s slick pool in his palm and seep through his fingers. Anything that came from his Qinghua was precious though, so he brought his fingers to his lips, taking the time to lick it clean off his hands.

“A-again!” Shang Qinghua flushed deeply. “You don’t have to do that…”

“But I want to.” And he was serious about it. Everything that came from Qinghua was a priceless treasure. And Mobei-jun wanted to rip another pretty orgasm from his Qinghua and find release for himself, so he continued to fuck Shang Qinghua through his orgasm, rutting his hips against his. “Qinghua,” he asked. “Can you give me another one?”

Surely another one would be too much. “I-I don’t think so, my king.” Shang Qinghua clenched hard when Mobei-jun slid deep inside. “I-It’s too much.”

“I think you can give me another one though? I want to see your pretty face when you come undone for me. Will you cum for me?”

Such sweet, warm words from such a cold person. How could Shang Qinghua resist his king? “I–”

Mobei-jun could feel Qinghua’s hole ripple against his hard length, milking him, bringing him closer to release. His Qinghua would only need a little more coaxing.

“You take my cock so well, Qinghua, so tight, so pretty and pliant for me. Will you give me another orgasm? I want to feel you squeeze my cock – only then will I cum. After you.”

Shang Qinghua squeezed his eyes shut. Damn this man and his dirty yet flowery words – he knew just how to get to him. He felt his release a few seconds later, his dick throbbing hard from the consecutive orgasm before Mobei-jun suddenly pulled him up into a sitting position to rest his back against his hard chest.

“Ah,” Shang Qinghua gasped. “What are you doing?” In this position, Mobei-jun sank deeper inside him, so deep that his cock seemed to press against Qinghua’s prostate. “My king, if you do that, I’ll–” Mobei-jun didn’t say anything but Shang Qinghua could feel him get bigger before his hips stuttered and he felt hot liquid spill against his prostate at the same time Mobei-jun bit his neck hard, making Shang Qinghua cum a third time. “I’ll c-cum,” he wailed.

Mobei-jun rocked beneath him, riding out his high while Qinghua lay limply in his arms. “Ah fuck, Qinghua, you felt so good.”

At this point, Shang Qinghua was too tired to do anything. He rested against Mobei-jun’s cool chest while Mobei-jun gently moved him so he was laying down, adjusting the pillows and blankets so they could rest comfortably. He left his cock inside Shang Qinghua the entire time, and Qinghua wondered when he was going to take his cock out, but even when he softened and had settled into the blanket and his breathing slowed, he did not take it out.

“My king?”

“Yes, Qinghua?”

Was this something he could say? Or would Mobei-jun get mad? Shang Qinghua decided he’d say it anyway. “Are you going to take it out?”

Mobei-jun slit his eye open. “Take what out?”

“Your…dick.”

“Of course not, what a silly question.” He shut his eye, dragging Qinghua closer to his chest, and said nothing else – as if the argument was finished.

Shang Qinghua didn’t really mind – he just felt a bit stuffed down there and full (he wasn’t used to it), but it felt oddly good, and he supposed this wasn’t going to be a common occurrence, so he let Mobei-jun be.

“Goodnight then, my king.”

Mobei-jun huffed.

It was only when Shang Qinghua fell asleep did Mobei-jun dare to speak.

“Goodnight, Shang Qinghua.” And then, after a pause, and in a low voice, as if he was afraid someone would hear him, he said, “I have loved you since the moment I met you…eight years ago on that fated night. And I will never let you go now that you are in my grasp.”

red lands & black lands come from egyptian mythology - set ruled over the red lands and Horus ruled over the black lands to balance each other out.

i just realized that i have a terrible habit of making things one-shots but putting tidbits of info that make you wonder what happened to warrant that info & whatnot (like the flashback in my previous chilumi fic *cries*).

anyway, moshang nation come get your crumbs!

come yell at/with me on the bird app (where i'm more active)

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Harry Osborn HCs by me >:]

Keep in mind that this is for TSSM Harry

Love that lil' guy. Also sorry for formatting I'm on my phone and I don't make posts much anyway lmao. ANYWAY.

- he's Trans!!! FTM (He/him) thank you v much and of course Norman got him the best/most expensive surgeries possible because him being an Ally is TSSM Norman's one redeeming quality and it's not even canon.

- after the explosion inside the helicopter at the end if S2, Harry is mostly deaf (mainly on his right side) and has to wear hearing aids to be able to hear anything more than muffled noise (uhh apologies if i got that wrong please correct me I'm trying to do better at just knowing stuff)

-He's gay (closeted), and at the point in S2 probably doesn't understand/realise yet... Everyone just kinda knows (including Gwen), and Flash and his group tease him for it, He's still oblivious though.

- Even though he just uses he/him pronouns he doesn't care what he wears, whether it's a dress or a full suit or anything. Because fuck gender roles. I do what i want.

- all of this is so focused in Gender + sexuality well NOT ANYMORE he loves to cook but cannot bake for shit. He just doesn't get it. His cooking is delicious however.

-He will probably grow his hair out a bit/experiment with it after Norman is gone, it's not unusual to see old pictures of him with long curly hair, shaved, with a fade, undercuts, pattern shaves ect ect ect. They all look really good on him because i said so. He doesn't dye his hair at all.

- let this boy have Therapy. Capital T Therapy. After Norman "dies" he gets counseling to help him with his grief and the councilor is just 'get this poor boy some full time therapy'

-He gets some tutors in and starts to work towards business school- he wants to fix the corruption in Oscorp before anything else. Yes it's not stated there's full corruption but c'mon it was run by Norman Osborn.

- It takes quite a few years, but eventually Oscorp is run by a good board of directors (is that the right thing??? Idk group of people who run the company lol) who report to Harry for executive decisions.

-Part of the proceeds from Oscorp go to many different charities. Kind of getting off topic from Harry here pfft

-After he can do his own thing, he opens up the Café (Coffee bean Café- I'm being serious there's an Harry Osborn who owned a Café in the comics, Raimi and Tasm! fans who don't know™. It's awesome) and uses the apartment above as a safehouse for abuse victims.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk. I got very off topic. Hope yall liked it at least :)

Please let me know if I've written anything wrong/offended someone in someway. I'm just not v smart and I'm always open to critism.

[wikiangela]

time for Lone star 4x01!

spoilers under the cut!

(some episode thoughts that got too long lmao)

aww I missed them so much

I agree with Paul, olives do ruin everything (like, fr, every single time there are olives I try one as if suddenly they tasted better, and every single time I wanna throw up lmao)

they're looking for wedding venues aaa I can't wait haha

not to be that bitch, but... oh my god Rob Lowe looks so good, the hair looks fantastic (like oh my god his hair 😍), and on a motorcycle?? wow, Owen has never been so hot 🥵

loving Carlos hanging out with his mama, and tbh this season all I want is to learn more about Carlos and his life outside of TK and the 126 (like, I've been wondering since at least s2 - does he have any friends outside of the 126, or Michelle in s1? like, does he hang out with his work colleagues, anyone else? what did he do before everyone moved there, aside from hanging with Michelle?? 😂 give me something 😂)

and here's Carlos!! the man I've been dying to see a whole 6 minutes since the episode started lol they could give him every single second of screen time and I'd be loving it tbh

tell TK what?? I'm so nervous lol but it can't be that bad if Andrea knows and isn't freaking out right? 😂

GRACE!!!! 😍 😍 😍 I got so excited when I saw her I heard and saw her I had to pause lmao - I missed her so much 😍

raining frogs... what the fuck is happening 😂

what in the apocalypse is this episode 😂

Carlos being married to Iris... I guess it might be an interesting storyline? not sure I like it though, and it doesn't make much sense in the context of s1, at least as far as I can remember 😂 (it kinda feels like they wanted drama for the sake of drama but weren't sure what to do with tarlos bc they can't break them up again, so they were like, fuck it, it doesn't have to make any sense) but whatever, let's look past this 😂

the frog in the throat is making me so uncomfortable I can't 😩🤢

well, I guess I'm happy that TK isn't mad or anything 😂 still, this came out of nowhere and it kinda doesn't fit to what we know - then again, we don't know much about Carlos🤷🏻‍♀️

that dude in the porta potty had some serious bad luck lmao on top of everything to land squarely in the tank of water lol

pls tell me that this season continues s3's Owen being just hilarious 😂 because I really enjoyed him last season, and I can't stop laughing at him now 😂 (also, he just looks so good? I'm sure it's the hair, something's changed idk 😂)

Carlos in that shirt with the necklace hanging out - oh my good he looks hot 🥵 that color looks so good on him fr 🥵🥵🔥

am i sensing something brewing between Tommy and Amenadiel from Lucifer? 👀😂 does that mean he's gonna stay? I kinda figured he wouldn't be a one off character when I recognized him tbh 😂

Iris looks so familiar and I'm not sure if I've seen this actress before or if she just looks similar to someone

not sure how I feel about her character yet, imma need more time to get to know her

what the fuck has Owen gotten himself into 😂 jfc that was..... lmao

so Catherine's gone? 😭 nooo, I love Amy Acker, I hoped she'd be back 😭

FBI?? now that's interesting - and where do I know this chick from??

sooooo, was that 1 tarlos scene supposed to be the "new fan favorite" like Ronen said? I'm kinda underwhelmed ngl😂

It was a great first episode, the calls really were something, and the personal drama is delicious though also confusing, I'm still not sure if I like the whole Iris storyline (not bc of tarlos, obvi, just in general it doesn't seem.... good? idk, maybe they hyped up the secret too much or smth but it's kinda meh - I've been waiting for more Carlos and his backstory since s1 so I'm kinda disappointed rn) can't wait for the wedding tho!

I hope Tommy will actually find love and happiness, and I wonder how this whole pastor thing will unfold

the most intriguing thing is probably Owen's thing right now and so far I'm not even mad 😂

well, those are my thoughts as I was watching, can't wait for the next one!

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Please recommend some of your fav Rio fics!

Of course, anon! Since you asked for Rio fics, I'm going to guess you meant Rio POV fics? If not, I'm sorry, haha, because that's what I've collated, but I hope you give these a shot regardless! They're all fics I think are pretty great. ;-)

Below a cut, because this got long.

But when he does reappear at the store—she still doesn't hear him coming, she needs to work on that—she's wearing a fuckin' dress, and he's glad she hasn't seen him yet because he can't stop himself from grinning.

Maybe it ain't for him, but given the fact that he doesn't think he's seen her legs since he came back—aside from that one night at the bar when she was definitely feeling herself—it seems like this is an intentional break in the pattern. Either way, he fuckin' loves the idea that she's been dressing up all week, not sure if he's coming but wanting to be ready if he does.

Now Use Both Hands by ms_scarlet / @mego42 6k words. Explicit. Beth x Rio. S3 canon divergence.

Ooooof, this fic causes me physical pain, but I love it a whole lot. Meg really captures Beth and Rio at their most acidic, their most sharp edged, while also managing to balance that with the feelings they desperately don’t want to have. It’s a bit magic, and the fact that she follows this up with another fave, Listening Through the Air Shaft is *chef’s kiss*.

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When he wakes, he's in a hospital bed, mouth dry as bone and he can taste blood, stale and metallic, on his tongue. The pain in his chest has been dulled by the drugs, but it still lingers, a persistent ache that spikes with every breath.

By all rights, he's a dead man walking.

Ten hours, they had him in surgery. From the look of his chart, he'd flatlined twice, and he can feel the consequences of that, see it in the bruises on his chest, the exhaustion lining the faces of his family. He'd woken to a little hand in his, Pop's cheeks damp with tears, and shit, it'd been close. Too close.

Bury a Friend by @ejunkiet >1k words. Mature. Beth x Rio S3 canon divergence.

Pivoting from 3.01, this fic is a wonderful, quiet character study that looks at Rio in the aftermath of the shooting before he explodes back into Beth’s life. It pulses with emotion and with the promise of catharsis, and it’s just a really special little fic. The Rio voice is terrific too.

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He finally gets what he needs one day when Elizabeth’s wearing this tight black sweater with a keyhole that shows off just enough to make Rio’s jaw rock. It’s so out of the ordinary, so unlike her ugly li’l sweaters or her surburban mama button-ups, he does a double take, head whippin’ around so fast that she catches it immediately. Then she catches where his gaze lands, where it keeps landin’ through their whole stilted, irritated conversation, and he sees her chest pinken til he can count her freckles. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth, and her lips fall open just the smallest bit, and then she looks up at him.

Eyes locked on each other, Rio takes a step closer. Elizabeth doesn’t back away.

I Will Collect You and Capture You by @foxmagpie 17k words. Explicit. Beth x Rio S3 canon divergence.

I feel like I've recced this fic 1,200 times at this point, haha, but it really is one of my favourite fics in the fandom. It has this sort of grip on you as a reader that almost embodies Beth's grip on Rio in the story, and the way it builds and builds and releases only to build and build again is really delicious, affecting writing.

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“Com’n her and her lady friends were shakin’”

“Shakin’ about the lemon on the fuckin’ granite, sure.”

They chuckled as the car rolled on, the suburbs slipping away with the sun.

“Think they’ll pay up?”

There was a groan as Rio shifted in his seat, flexing his fingers along the dash.

“Neighborhood like this? Everybody knows someone who knows someone with a trust fund.”

Mick’s lighter flickered, followed by long, rasping inhale. “And a boat.”

Smoke swirled lazily through the open window up into the purple sky.

“And a boat.” Echoed Rio.

Drivin' through the Suburbs by gangfriend / @00gangfriend00 5k words. Teen+. Mick + Rio friendship, Beth x Rio. Canon compliant.

It takes a lot to make me laugh out loud in a fic, but this one does multiple times. It's just insanely fun, and captures Rio and Mick at their most boyish in a way I find utterly charming. It's really, really delightful.

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She’s got her crimes wrapped up and categorized in folders with labels and post-its. Wrapped up in gift paper with a big blue bow on it. And she’ll probably ask Turner do you want freshly baked cookies or some shit when they go raiding her kitchen.

Rio should really get it under control. Her, get her under control.

She opens the door and slumps onto the front seat, her eyes set angrily on him. Nineteen voicemails and she’s still got things to say: he sees it in the twitch of her hand, the restless, frustrated pattern. Any minute now she’s going to settle on new words to voice her complaints like he’s here to listen. Like he’s got the time— like he cares. Like he’d better.

It’s a Work Thing by isoldewas >1k words. Mature. Beth x Rio. 2.12 canon divergent.

I'm a bit of a sucker for a good canon divergent fic, and this one pivots the car break up in 2.12 in a smutty way that just works unfairly well. It's such a great little fic that really settles well into Rio's headspace during the messiness of s2, and I love it.

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They settle in their respective places and Rio takes the opportunity to give Elizabeth the same once over that asshole did. Her ass really does look great in those pants and she could fill out any shirt. Her eyes linger over him too, tracing his skin, the bar tattoos peeking out from under his t-shirt that she’s seen a million times but she devours at every opportunity. Then her eyes meet his and she gives him that small, crooked lil’ smile.

He’s not one for religion, but every so often he takes his mom to Spanish mass. All the viejitos and pious Catholic types think he’s a banger but his ma’s still excited to show him off. He sits with her in the pew and when the priest asks for the congregation to give thanks to God, he says a prayer for the riches that have come to him, the health and brilliance of his son, the vitality of the other little ones in his life now, and Elizabeth. And when he thinks of her in those moments, he sees her in his mind’s eye with this exact look on her face.

A Bit of a Stretch by @septiembrre 5k words. Teen+. Beth x Rio. Established relationship.

Beth and Rio do a yoga class together! There’s such a lived-in feel to this fic that it feels impossible not to fall a bit in love with it – their relationship is explored in a way that feels true to who the characters are, while sanding down the edges to create something that feels sweet in the way they usually aren’t in canon. It's a great fic, but more than that, it really just works in a way that's a lot more complicated than it looks, and it’s all the more charming for it.

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He’s happy to keep kissing her like this. To savour it. Realises she’s undone the last few buttons of his shirt at some point as she shoves it down his shoulders. Doesn’t have a second to think about his ugly scars pressed to her skin. Can just feel her little hot palms snaking up his back and grippin’ him tight. Refusing to let any light between them as they kiss for what feels like hours.

He realises these are the lips he’s been tasting. Searching for in other women when his night’s got too unbearably quiet, hunting for an echo of the thing he really wanted. Comin’ up short every damn time. Sweet and soft and lethal. Unique to her.

It’s longing in a way he’s never felt. This is the taste of it.

As Good as This by @riosnecktattoo 5k words. Explicit. Beth x Rio. 4.05 canon divergence.

Okay, I know I just said how much I loved canon divergence fics, but it bears repeating – I love canon divergence fics, haha. This is such a great alternate take on how the wire scene in 4.05 goes down, and it simmers with tension from the opening line. The way it escalates as Rio navigates this newest betrayal works really well too, and it results in a pretty sexy and surprisingly emotional sequence. Magic!

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“Do we have a deal?” She asks.

When he turns to look at her she’s smiling, and that’s when he realizes he’s absolutely fucked. He’d just fucked himself out of almost a quarter of a million dollars. He lets his eyes drop down her body, licks his lips and nods.

“I choose the place,” he says and turns on his side to face her. “You owe me half - with interest,” he says and slides a hand into her hair. She’s damp, the sweat slowly cooling.

“That’s not what - “ she opens her mouth to protest and he takes that opportunity to slide his mouth across hers and lick into her mouth.

Long Nights by zetuslapetus / @querenaxx 2k words. Explicit. Beth x Rio. S3 canon divergence.

Rio and Beth bone while negotiating a deal! What's not to love, haha. This has such a fun checks and balances feel to it which just makes me want to peel my skin off, it's so good. It's exactly the way I like my Beth and Rio - hot and snarky and constantly trying to get a leg over the other, literally and figuratively. It's the best.

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He should go out and find someone to fuck. Maybe text one of his hookups. See if Jen’s working. He has options.

He knows what he should do.

But it turns out fucking other people is a worse hell than the one they create when they’re together.

And now that he’s yielded to this wicked ecstasy, he knows he’ll do anything to keep sitting in the fire with her.

To Sit in Hell with You by @daydreamstew 2k words. Beth x Rio. Explicit. s4 canon divergence.

Canon-divergent from 4.06 – Beth and Rio keep hooking up after the time at his grandma’s place. It’s fun and sexy while also keeping the complicated push-pull and lack of communication at the heart of them. Deeelightful.

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“Does it make it easier?” Maddie asks him once they’re spent, maybe emboldened because he has already brought her into their bed. Which may be unfair, because Lee had been in their bed from the beginning.

“What?” He seems lost in his thoughts, his arm behind his head. In a few minutes he’ll get up and get ready to get back to the factory. Like always, she’ll be looking for her keys so she won’t be late for work.

“Getting it out of your system before you see her.”

Rio glances at her. “I don’t always see you when I see her.”

It’s so rare for him to explicitly mention this woman, however tenuously, and Maddie waits for more. Rio’s gotten like this about a few women in his life but it doesn’t happen often.

Sure am Using You by aniara 2k words. Explicit. Rio x OC, Rio x Beth.

It's not for everyone, but I absolutely love fics that feature characters with other people in ways that tell you something about the characters' feelings about somebody else. In this fic, Rio's fucking one of his childhood friends, but it's all about Beth really, and the way both Rio and the OC negotiate that is really compelling writing, and feels so in character for Rio. I really love it.

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Rio dreams of her that night, again. It’s irritatingly pedestrian – Elizabeth’s kissing him deep and then, ah, suddenly his gun’s in her hand and she shoots him, with a double encore. It’s always variations on the same futile theme. When he wakes it’s not that he’s freaked, unaware of reality or his whereabouts. But he’s been soaked in anger for so long. He can’t think straight, not on her. It’s honestly terrifying. Cos stubbornly keeping his head on right is – that’s him. Maybe her entire raison d’etre is destroying every single one of his attributes though.

He ain’t sure if his subconscious is desperately screaming that he’s made the wrong move, letting her live. Or if it’s the total opposite. Could be fucking neither. It’s not – it’s not getting any easier. And that main reason for not biting the bullet, that he’d be mad as hell for being mad as hell at himself over killing her, it's not smelling any less idiotic.

Climbing up the Walls by s_t_c_s / @sothischickshe 8k words. Explicit. Beth x Rio. S3 canon divergence.

Another canon divergence from 2.13 and an interpretation of how s3 could've gone, and another one I really love. There's a throughline of chaotic frustration to this fic that rings true to Rio's character for me, and the way that that reverberates through his moments not just with Beth, but alone and with other women, feels really textured and interesting and real. It's pretty great.

[fific7]

Dangerous and Divine - Epilogue

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: The final part!! This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 Hopefully you’ve guessed by now that is my “Billy Russo Deserves Real Love AU” as I totally refuse to accept what happened in S2! The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

Six Months Later

You opened up your eyes slowly, becoming aware of a finger trailing gently down your arm; it felt like a butterfly fluttering on your skin. Two dark chocolate eyes were gazing down into yours, sparkling with mischief.

“Good morning, Mrs Russo,” a very self-satisfied Billy Russo whispered, smiling at you.

You yawned, stretching out out your limbs and enjoying the feeling of a light breeze on your body coming through the patio doors.

“Morning, Billy,” you replied, reaching up and kissing his lips, scratching a finger along his bristly jaw. “And how is my wife this morning?” he asked, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “I’m good... actually, very good,” you smiled up at him. “Just as well we’ve got our own villa, angel. You were so noisy last night, screaming my name,” he teased.

Getting up, you stretched again, aware of Billy’s eyes on you as you picked up your little silky robe, slowly putting it on and enjoying the disappointed look on his face. “That’s just to big up your male ego, poppet,” you teased back. He flung himself onto his back on the bed, faux-sulking, “How can you say that, sweetheart?! ....after I kept you up half the night making love to you?”

“Only half the night? Would’ve thought the love god that is Billy Russo would be claiming it was all night!!” A pout instantly appeared on his handsome face and that was just too much, so you leant down over him, stroking his face and kissing him passionately. He grabbed you, pulling you down onto him and your robe came off a lot faster than it went on, unceremoniously dumped on the floor. “Ride me,” he whispered in your ear.

You had to bring him back down to earth though, as you quite urgently needed to visit the bathroom and so you’d extricated yourself from his arms and stood up, picking up your robe. The pout had got even poutier and his eyes looked huge as he gazed up at you from where he lay on the crisp white Egyptian cotton sheets. “Oh, okayyy,” he drawled, grinning, both hands going up behind his head as he lazed back on the pillows, “....so now we’re married, you’re gonna start slappin’ sex bans on me, huh?” You slipped your robe back on and put your hands on your hips, “Billy Russo! Don’t be such a drama king! You’d think you were on your honeymoon or something!” He just kept on grinning at you.

“Well! You either wait two minutes so I don’t have an accident on those lovely clean sheets, or maybe I’d better just call my divorce lawyer right now!” you mock-threatened. His face fell, “Angel! I’m only jokin’ y’know!” You burst out laughing, “Me too, you silly big sap! But not about going to the bathroom!” Flouncing out of the bedroom, hearing his answering laugh as you went.

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Once you were in the bathroom, you let your mind drift back over the last few days. You and Billy had been married just two days ago, a small wedding just as you both wanted with close family and friends only (Billy’s Marine buddies being his family). You’d had the most perfect day, but after all the planning and rushing around in the run-up to the big day, you felt as if it had all gone by in a flash. Whoosh - and it was all over. One minute Karen and your little cousin had been fussing round you, helping with your hair, your makeup, your dress, and in no time at all - it seemed - Billy was taking your hand and leading you out of the reception party, accompanied by a chorus of wolf whistles and catcalls.

You two had stayed that night in the beautiful hotel in upstate New York where the wedding had been held. Billy had picked you up ‘bridal style’ while you were in the hotel elevator and then carried you along the corridor to your suite, kicking the door shut behind him and laying you gently down on the bed. Then he had slowly and sensually slid your wedding dress and underskirts up over your thighs, smile as bright as the sun as he ran his hands over your stockings and garter belt, pushed aside your lacy underwear and had taken you right there and then, whispering to you all the while that now you were truly his.

The next day, you and Billy had flown from JFK to Ibiza in the Balearic Islands, Spain. He’d been surprised when you’d said where you wanted to go for your honeymoon. He thought you’d want to go to the Caribbean or the Maldives or suchlike. But you’d spent some very happy times there when you were on your travels a while back, and you knew he’d love the laid-back vibe of the island.

So he’d booked a luxurious villa for a whole month, in the pine-clad hills above a large cove with a beach called Cala Llonga, east of Ibiza Town. The aromatic scent in the air was truly intoxicating and you closed your eyes, inhaling it from the small breeze making its way through the bathroom window, open just a tiny bit.

You sighed happily; both workplaces had been asked to contact you only in a dire emergency and with Frank and Jake left in charge while you and Billy were on honeymoon, after initially being anxious about being away for so long you now felt surprisingly relaxed about it.

Washing your hands and making your way back to the bedroom, you smiled as you saw your new husband sprawled out on the bed, naked and looking at you with a devilish smirk on his handsome face.

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Billy happily stretched out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and hearing the water running in the bathroom in the background. The more he thought about it, the more he could hardly believe it - he’d actually managed to persuade her to marry him. He really thought he’d blown it when he’d proposed the first time. When she’d changed her mind and said ‘Yes’, he’d been so happy he thought he’d explode like a human hand grenade.

Still somewhat surprised about his complete turnaround from playboy to lovesick sap, he’d decided long before the wedding to just lie back and accept what the Fates had in store for him. Maybe they’d decided to give him some good karma for a change, after his solitary and loveless childhood and the difficulties he’d had after he left the Marines.

He thought back to just before the wedding ceremony, when Frank had been helping him tie his silver silky cravat after he’d put on his fancy morning suit and dress shirt. His big friend had suddenly clasped his shoulder, saying gruffly, “Bill.... you’ve finally got a chance to be ‘Happy Ever After’, y’know bud. Don’t fuck it up, whatever you do.”

Grabbing the big paw on his shoulder, he’d said sincerely, “I won’t, Frankie... believe me, I won’t.”

He’d also thought about a text he’d received the night before the wedding, and which he’d decided not to mention to his girl. Because it was from Madani. She’d heard the news about Billy getting married from Sam, who he’d met by chance in a local bar a few days before the wedding.

Typical vitriolic Madani, he thought. Saying how he was making a big mistake and he’d regret it in the end. Meaning, of course, because he hadn’t chosen her. Hadn’t even wished the two of you well, couldn’t bring herself to make even that small concession.

Bitch. He’d angrily deleted the text along with the whole string of her past messages, and had then deleted her contact details out of his phone. A feeling of great satisfaction had washed over him as he’d hit the ‘Delete Contact’ button on Dinah Madani. Gone and very definitely forgotten.

Now he looked over to see his angel walking back towards him, looking totally edible in her silky robe.

Grinning, he patted the sheet next to him, “C’mere, sweetheart....”

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Billy grabbed your wrist, pulling you down next to him and pouncing on top of you. The robe came off again and he was kissing you hungrily, appetite undiminished even after your mutual athletics the night before. He ran his hands all over you, pulling your body closer against his, telling you how much he loved you, wanted you, needed you. Then he rolled over onto his back, grinning over at you, “C’mon, angel... I need you to ride me.”

Grinning back at him, “Might do,” you replied. He shook his head, “No, really.... angel... you need to do it and do it now.” You also lay down on your back, “What’s the consequences if I don’t?” you teased. He looked horrified, “You sayin’ No to me?” You shrugged, smirking. “Angel! Please.... what... uhhh... do I gotta beg?” You nodded, “I think you do.” So Billy sighed, getting up and then kneeling beside the bed, hands clasped together and held up in supplication to you, “Please, goddess, m’beggin’ you.... pleeeease! Please!”

From your lofty perch on the bed, you looked down at the male masterpiece currently on his knees in front of you. The early morning sun highlighted his sculpted muscles to perfection, including the delicious-looking erection he was sporting, and you couldn’t keep up the pretence any longer. You reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging on it several times as his now-grinning face looked up at you.

“Ahhh... so I got the green light, goddess?” You nodded imperiously, and he leapt up and onto the bed at the speed of light. You pushed his shoulders down into the pillows and climbed on top of him, seeing his eyes widen in anticipation. Leaning over, you slid your fingers to the back of his neck and began gently stroking, then took his ‘tache between your lips and sucked gently, before running your tongue over it and then sucking again. Hearing small whimpers coming from him, you moved on to the tufty bit of beard under his bottom lip, giving it the same treatment. Then you ran your tongue very slowly over his bottom lip and suddenly you heard an agonised ‘Fuck!” from Billy, and wetness spread over your stomach and thighs.

Sitting up, you looked down in surprise at the sheen you could see glinting on your skin. A very sheepish-looking Billy was gazing up at you, “Uhhh....m’sorry, angel,” he whispered, “....y’got me too excited.” He covered his eyes with one big hand, then you saw two dark chocolate eyes peeking out between his fingers at you. “Are you mad at me?” he asked, somewhat fearfully. You leant down and kissed his nose, “No! Course not, Billy.”

He slid his hand away from his face, “Really? Been goin’ on at you to ride me then don’t even get inside you before.....!” and he gestured at the pearly liquid on your skin. His face was tinged pink by now, “M’so embarrassed!” he wailed. “Honestly, Billy.... I’m not mad at you,” you said, tweaking his nose between finger and thumb before getting up and heading through to the bathroom. Grabbing a handful of baby wipes you went back to the bedroom, sitting on the bed and quickly cleaning yourself up before teasing Billy by running a baby wipe slowly and sensually along his velvety length. You heard some low soft moans from him, and knew it wouldn’t be very long before he was fully aroused again.

So you kept on stroking him. Laying the baby wipe aside, you continued using just your hand on him. “Sweetheart, what you tryin’ to do to me?” he asked in a breathy voice. “Oh, poppet.... I think you know exactly what I’m doing,” you smirked down at him, loving the way he looked at that moment, vulnerable and at your mercy, big wide eyes gazing up at you, lips parted slightly. You slid your hand in between his legs, taking hold of his balls, gently massaging and squeezing them while still working his cock with your other hand. He squirmed below you, breath catching in his throat, one hand going to the hand you were stroking him with and pulling it to the head of his cock. Taking the hint, you concentrated on it, squeezing and rubbing at it while Billy writhed under you, letting out a string of swears.

Then you decided to add a little something to the mix and leant down to lick him, letting your tongue drag over his tip back and forth with quite some force. Billy had cried out really quite loudly as you started doing that and you smiled, thinking he’d made a good point about having a private villa. You could both be really noisy when you wanted to be. Feeling him stiffening in your hand, you increased the speed and firmness of your stroking and also took him more fully into your mouth.

“Please.... sweetheart!” groaned Billy, “....gotta get inside you... please!!!” You could hear him beginning to pant so without further delay you guided him inside you, before sinking down onto his length. He gave a long low moan, while you gasped with pleasure as soon as he was fully sheathed inside you. Billy was giving out soft whimpering moans and began desperately thrusting up into you, hands running up the sides of your body onto your breasts and he began slowly massaging. In turn you started moving on him, hands on his chest, relishing the feeling of both his firm muscled body and how he filled you completely. “You...” Billy whispered, big dark eyes gazing up at you, “...you’re perfect for me, angel. Fit me like a glove.” His hand moved down to where your bodies were joined and began rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Could say the same about you, Marine,” you breathed against his ear, leaning down and giving him a dirty open-mouthed kiss before moving your mouth onto his neck beard, and running your tongue over it. You felt Billy tense up and knew he was about to climax, and you felt your own orgasm building. Both of you were wound up tighter than springs! You wrapped your arms round your new husband’s shoulders and let the waves of pleasure roll over you.

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A lot later on, you and Billy strolled down to Cala Llonga and joined the small queue of people waiting on the little stone jetty for the water taxi to Ibiza Town. The boat was fairly small and you all crammed onto the wooden benches which filled most of it. Billy wrapped his arm round you, glaring at the Dutch guy sitting on the other side of you who’d been smiling and trying to make small talk with you. “We’re on honeymoon,” he growled at him, butting in just as the guy asked where you were staying. “Oh that’s great, congratulations!” he said, and you’d smiled at him, “Thank you.” Billy however was still glowering at the poor guy, so you elbowed him and he said reluctantly, “Yeah, thanks.”

You tried to distract Billy by pointing out several landmarks as the boat bobbed and puttered its way round the coast, and then the main town on the island came into sight as you rounded the last headland.

Billy gazed at the sight of the Dalt Vila (Old Town) in front of him and said in an awestruck voice, “Oh hey, that’s so pretty.” You smirked at him, “Told you you’d love it.” He looked back to you, “What’re our plans for this afternoon then?” Pleased that he was handing over the reins to you, smiling fondly at him you said, “Well, first of all I’m gonna make sure my hungry husband gets fed and watered. There are some lovely little outdoor restaurants along the marina.” You heard his stomach rumbling quietly as you mentioned food and he gave you a huge grin, “Now that’s what I call a plan.”

Stepping off the ferry, you guided him to one of the restaurants you’d eaten at before, and chose one of the tables at the front overlooking the yacht moorings. There were quite a few superyachts - some the size of small ocean liners - moored up so the oligarchs were in town, you thought to yourself.

The two of you enjoyed a leisurely lunch, before heading into the maze of narrow streets of the Old Town. Strolling right up to the old church at the very top of the hill, Billy oohing and ahhing at the whitewashed old houses and the view once you reached the church. He leant on the wall enclosing the courtyard in front of the church, looking out over the town, the two marinas and the surrounding hills and you heard a big happy sigh. He turned his head towards you, “This is perfect. You’re perfect. I love this place. And I love you.” He leant in for a kiss, and things started to get a bit raunchy before you heard a throat being cleared loudly behind you. The two of you broke apart, turning to find two elderly Spanish ladies glaring at you with outraged expressions on their faces.

You smiled at them, “Ah... lo siento, señoras, estamos en nuestra luna de miel.” Instantly, large smiles appeared on their faces and they moved away in a flurry of waving hands and staccato Spanish which you couldn’t quite catch. “What d’you say to them, sweetheart?” asked Billy. “That we’re on our honeymoon,” you grinned, “...didn’t understand all of the replies but rest assured, we’re forgiven!” He leaned in, “Well, reckon we should pick up where we left off then,” mouth back on yours. You surreptitiously ran a hand over the zip of his jeans and felt an interesting bulge there, hearing his low gasp, “Okay, but we better leave most of it till we get back to the villa... otherwise we’ll get arrested!” He sighed, nuzzling your neck, “Couldn’t we just go down one of these little streets an’.....” Laughing, you walked away holding out your hand to him, “No we can’t! C‘mon, tiger,” and with a pout firmly in place he followed, taking your hand in his.

Heading back down through Dalt Vila into the main part of town, you came to Paseo Vara de Rey, a wide, short tree-lined boulevard near the marina. In the evenings, the locals would come here for their before-dinner strolls, stopping for a chat with friends or a quick aperitif. It was just starting to get a bit busier as locals and tourists alike came along to enjoy the late afternoon sun.

You and Billy joined the strolling groups of people, looking in the shop windows and at people sitting in the open-air café sections, gradually making your way towards the marina end of the Paseo. Steering him towards a large hotel situated on the corner of Vara de Rey and into the cool white interior of its bar, you suggested he might want to buy you a cocktail. Leaning on the bar, he grinned at you, “Okay, I will... but then can we go back to the villa?”

“But why do you want to go back to the villa, Billy? I thought you were having a nice time here in town?” “I am!” he protested, “...and you know perfectly well why I wanna go back!” said with an accompanying eyebrow wiggle, “...we’re on our honeymoon!”

One of the barmen overheard him, “Ah, señor y señora! Let us make you very special cocktails in celebration of your wedding!!” Bill looked round, embarrassed, “Oh no.. s’okay, honestly - we’re fine, thanks.” Shaking his head vigorously, the barman grabbed a couple of cocktail shakers and tossed one of them to his co-worker, “But we must! It will take just a few moments.”

Then there was a flurry of pouring, shaking, ice, fruit and citrus slices being added before a couple of glasses were placed on the bar in front of you with a flourish. You and Billy eyed each other before taking a sip from your drinks. It was pleasant enough - you could taste rum and fruit - but not particularly what you’d’ve chosen for yourself. However, in the same spirit as the drinks were offered, you both made appreciative noises and thanked them profusely, before escaping to a table by the window overlooking Vara de Rey. Sitting down, Billy chuckled, “I guess I better learn to keep my big trap shut!” You agreed, “You’re forgetting that most of the locals speak really good English, so don’t be giving away any more of our secrets!” “What... like the fact you love my dick and think it’s really pretty?” he sniggered, while you slapped his arm, looking round quickly to make sure no-one had heard him.

Seeing no-one within earshot, you leant forward and said, “No... more like you telling me you’re in love with my ‘perfect pussy’ and how you’d be inside me 24/7 if you could be!” He snorted out some of his drink, and the two of you just sat and laughed at each other for a few moments in sheer happiness. “I love you,” he said, serious all of a sudden. “I mean, like really love you.” You smiled at him over the rim of your glass, “Well that’s good, Russo, cos I love you. Like, really love you.” Again, you sat looking at each other with goofy grins on your faces. You caught sight of both barmen looking over at you and smirking so you finished the last of your cocktail, purposefully making a noisy sucking sound through your straw as you did. “Hey, Billy... will we have one more drink and then head back?”

His eyes lit up, “Yeah!!! What d’ya want to drink this time round, angel?” “I’ll just have a mojito, please.” A few minutes later, a luscious mojito-filled glass was placed in front of you, while Billy had decided on a Sidecar, which he polished off in a few quick gulps and then sat looking expectantly at you. Shaking your head and laughing at him, you said, “I won’t be downing my lovely mojito as if it was a beer, Billy. I will be sipping it in a ladylike manner.” His face fell, “Oh.” “You’ll just have to be patient, loverboy.” He perked up a bit, “But if I’m a good patient boy, I’ll get a nice reward when we get back to the villa, yeah?” You patted his silky-haired head, “Yes, you will,” and couldn’t resist tugging on a few locks of it while you were at it. His grin grew devilish, “You wanna tug on something else, angel?” You slid your hand onto his thigh under the table, giving him a very innocent smile, “No, I am not going to lower the tone of this fancy hotel bar by misbehaving, Mr Russo.” His hand covered yours on his thigh and pulled it up onto his zip, “Well, I haveta say I’m very disappointed, Mrs Russo,” before bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it, putting on his best puppydog eyes and pout.

You had to admit, a frisson of excitement had run through you as he’d done that - Billy had made sure you realised he had an impressive erection. So in fact you picked up your mojito and drained the glass like a sailor who’d just hit a bar after six months at sea. “Okay, Billy,” you smirked, “....you win. Let’s go, tiger.” Billy sprang up from the table and pulled you by the hand towards the door, waving over at the barmen as he went, while you gave them a smile as you passed them.

Then you had to contend with an impatient Billy, pacing up and down at the marina while you were waiting on the water taxi back to Cala Llonga. Eventually it appeared, and Billy hustled you on board, making you sit at the back and beginning to kiss you as he boxed you into the corner seat. More passengers joined soon though and you pushed him back slightly, “Billy.... behave, please. We don’t want to upset any more people with PDA’s.” He grinned, “Okay, okay, I’ll keep my hands and my mouth to myself ... for now.” As the boat began to manoeuvre backwards and away from the quayside, you pointed at the town, “So, what did you think of Ibiza Town then?” Billy nodded, “Yeah, I loved it. It’s beautiful. But y’know, as long as you’re with me.... wherever we are, that’s what I really love.” You poked him in the side, “You big sap!” you laughed and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, “...but you’re my big sap, as they say.”

Those gorgeous dark eyes of his sparkled back at you, and his hand stroked your cheek, “Yeah I am, sweetheart... and that’s the most important thing. It’s all anyone needs to know about us. I’m yours, and you’re mine. And we’re in love. And together. Forever.” You put your lips next to his ear, “Yes, Billy... forever,” you whispered as the little boat carried the two of you away into the gathering dusk.

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Additional A/N: Hope you enjoyed this little journey with Billy and his sweetheart. All I ever wanted for Billy Russo was for him to be happy. Maybe we’ll meet these two again, who knows? Thanks so much for reading.

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Top 5 Favorite Eric Northman moments: GO!

Might as well be bi AF and request top 5 for Pam as well 😎

THIS IS GONNA BE HARD 😭😭

bc there are so many & bc my memory is terrible lol

eric moments (in no specific order)

bath tub eric from s1, it’s too good, the best introduction to our favorite sexy viking!

s5, “lilth can fucking blow me” BC CMON HOW COULD THAT NOT MAKE THE LIST so much of s5 eric could make this list

s2, bargaining with sam and talking to arlene’s kids “tea cup humans” and “but delicious”

DRUNK ERIC!!! DRUNK MEMORY-LESS ERIC WHO IS SWIMMING IN THE SUN AND WANTS SOOKIE TO JOIN HIM!!!!!!!!!

s6 eric’s full on rampage to free all the vampires and kill everyone in sight. the whole look was soooo good and he just, i love him ok? so so so much

pam (also in no particular order)

s5, in her full walmart sweatsuit, sookie: do something! our girl: “i am, i’m laughing”

s7 80s flashback “i am as big a fan of the french vagina as you are” AND bc i can’t choose, 90s flashback “ginger, look at yourself and look at me. who has better taste?”

then immediately after, pam glamoring ginger and stealing the idea of fangtasia

s1, kicking Jessica’s dead body into a grave, then: “i find it hard to believe that you were ever human” “thank you”

s3 talking with jessica about how not to kill someone you’re feed off of as she fixes her lipstick in the mirror literally so hot i am sweating

and i know you didn’t ask BUT here are my top five paric moments bc why not

s7, “you still love me?” “always”

s5, their first kiss in the flashback🥺 his hands ughhhhhh

it hurt like a bitch but it was so tender, s3 where eric releases pam once again his fucking hand placement once again kills me

s6 where they only needed a look at each other to know the plan would be to pretend to fight each other but then immediately kill the guards around them!!!!!

s2 “is there blood in my hair? pam is going to kill me” and then pam being like UGH now i have to cut your hair shorter you idiot

this was very hard to make and as i was coming up with moments i kept thinking of other scenes i loved just as much 😭 just know this is the abridged list lol

feel free to add your own fav moments if you want too ❤️