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freedomfireflies · 1 year ago

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How Many?*

Summary: An extra for One for the Money*

The one where Mr. Styles has had a rough day, and fucking you hard and slow is his only remedy.

(Inspired by this softdom!harry prompt!!)

Word Count: 1.8k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“Shit, honey. I know. I know, Peach. Stay still for me, yeah?”

You nod quickly, lip between your teeth as your nails scratch down Harry’s back.

You’re still getting used to his size. Always needing an extra minute or two to catch your breath, which he dutifully gives you.

Normally, he eggs you on. Mocks your inability to take him. How your tight, little hole is just too tiny for him to fit through. How he’d ruin you before he even got halfway in.

But today is different. Today, he kisses your cheeks, your nose, your lips. Helping the seconds go by as he whispers, “Doing so good, my love. Feel so fucking good for me.”

You try to relax your mind, your body, your muscles. Wanting to feel him as deep as he can go more than anything in the world. Almost wishing he’d just drive himself to the hilt and wreck you if that’s what it takes.

He nuzzles into your neck, breathing you in. His heart is racing against your own and you feel your stomach flip.

It’s rare he lets you see the bad days. It’s rare he has them at all. But instead of hiding them from you—instead of hiding from you—he’d come home and taken you into his arms.

He held you, and kissed you, and touched you. Gently brushed at your clit before mindlessly stroking through your folds. It was clear what he needed.

You.

And he has you. For now. For always. His body and yours connecting as one until his hips are pressing down into you. His cock now sheathed completely inside your cunt as you exhale a deep, strained, and pleasured breath.

You grab onto his ass and help roll his hips. Whimpering as the sensation in your stomach begins to build again. Soft and slow.

“S’a good girl,” he murmurs, and it’s so very heavy. Yet filled with relief. As if you’re the antidote he needed. As if you’re his remedy.

“Sir,” you whisper, nipping at his earlobe as he grabs onto your leg and hooks it around his hip. You follow suit, tossing your other one around him as well until your ankles can cross near his spine. Aiding in his slow but pointed thrusts.

“I know,” he says again, swallowing a groan as he rocks into you. “Fucking missed this. Missed this pretty pussy today.”

You make another noise as he suddenly nudges his nose against yours. Calling your attention to him.

“Missed you,” he adds gently before kissing you until there’s no air in your lungs.

And you can’t deny the leap in your heart from the thought. The idea that he thinks about you even when you’re not around.

His fingers dance between your bodies until they find your clit. Again, he presses and rubs in cruel but beautiful ways. Making stars scatter behind your eyelids as you gasp and arch from the bed.

“How many times should I make you cum today, hm?” he asks, glancing down at your overused and sensitive nerves. “Already came for me once. Or was it twice?”

Your head buries into the mattress as you struggle against the overstimulation, feeling ruined beyond repair.

“Peach,” he warns, pinching you tight and forcing a gasp to rip from your throat. “I asked you a question.”

“…twice,” you just barely manage to pant, skin incredibly warm. “Made me cum twice, Sir.”

“And how many times should I make you cum now?” he asks again, kissing the side of your nose sweetly. “Three? Four?”

The feeling between your thighs is expanding. Exploding. Making your nails curl into his skin until you’re sure you’ve drawn blood.

“I’ve always been rather fond of the number five,” he muses before suddenly pressing his thumb into your clit and watching as yet another orgasm tears you apart from the inside out.

You know he wants to be proud of the way he’s teased you but feeling you cum around his cock is always his favorite part. And you can see that euphoric haze dance across his face as he sucks in a sharp breath and releases your clit so he can slide his thumb into your mouth.

You suck it with purpose. With appreciation. Whimpering from the taste and the warmth of his hand. Letting your tongue explore the digit before settling him between your lips contently.

He balances his weight on his forearm to keep you satisfied. Continuing his gentle thrusts as you come down from the rush. “You okay, honey?”

You hum quietly, head nodding as you keep his finger snug in your mouth.

He seems pleased. “Gonna give me another one?”

Posed like a question but you know you have little choice. He wants five orgasms from you, and he won’t stop until he either gets them or you safeword.

So you motion your agreement once again and release his thumb. “Yes, Sir.”

He grins. “Good fucking girl.”

With that, he kisses you, and delivers another sharp thrust.

He finds a familiar rhythm, uncurling your leg from his hip so he can press it into the bed. Needing a deeper angle before he’s slipping an arm beneath your back and lifting you altogether.

You cry out his name, grateful the cameras aren’t rolling so you can use his real name. The one that melts from your tongue like butter on pancakes. Warm, and soft, and so deliciously sweet as you say it again just to hear it.

You feel a shiver roll down his spine at the sound. At the feel of you around his twitching cock.

“Harry,” you breathe just to see his lashes flutter. “Harry, please…please.”

In any other moment, he’d chastise you for the use of his name during a scene. Cameras or not. But today he needs it. Today he craves it.

You feel his muscles quiver under the weight of your adoration for him. He’s too far gone in his idea of you to think straight, and the dominant man you’ve come to know dissipates into the lover you cum for.

He returns to your clit as tears return to your eyes. You’ve always been sensitive. Perhaps too sensitive, especially right now as he works on your fourth.

“Please…please,” you gasp, writhing beneath his hold until he has to use his weight to keep you still. Pressing your body into the mattress until you have no other choice but to take the continued pleasure. “Sir, please—”

“Does it ache, honey?” he coos gently, glancing down at the way your body reacts to his touch and overstimulation. The sensitive nub much more swollen than it was before. “Sting?”

You nod fervently, lip tugged between your teeth until the taste of metal fills your mouth. “Can’t…can’t…can’t—”

“You can,” he murmurs. Firm yet oddly comforting. “You can, Peach. Daddy needs you to cum again. S’gonna help him feel better. And you wanna help him, don’t you? Help him feel better?”

He knows how to play you. Knows how to encourage the response he wants, and your skin is on fire as you squirm beneath his hand.

“Yes,” you pant before glancing up at him through tear-stained lashes. “Yes, Daddy. Want you to feel better.”

And you do. To the point that you’d endure hours of torture and overstimulation if it made him happy.

So you allow him to pinch, and pull, and rub until you’re beginning to sob. And you don’t mind because you know he’s watching and monitoring each reaction. Making sure that he never gives you more than you can handle.

But then you feel that strange and somewhat rare blooming in your chest. The kind that makes your eyes roll back into your head as you grab onto his shoulders and gasp.

You don’t have time to warn him. Don’t even have time to understand what’s about to happen.

But he does.

He’s seen this look on your face before and this is exactly what he’d wanted. More than anything, and the smirk the spreads across his face when he feels the rush of liquid over his cock is incredibly smug.

“There you go,” he coos, glancing down to watch the way you squirt for him. The way you soak his thighs, and hands, and stomach. The way you drench yourself and douse the bedding beneath in your arousal for him. “Just like that, honey, keep going. You’re okay.”

You’re whimpering so hard, your throat is sore. But he loves it. Indulges in each needy whine and groan as you melt under the weight of his strong frame.

You’re still sobbing, cheeks wet and warm. Hair matted to your forehead and skin sticky.

It’s the most beautiful look in the whole world, and he can’t help the rush of pride and appreciation he feels as he gazes down at you.

He slows his thrusts to allow you just a moment of reprieve, hand coming up to stroke down your face lovingly.

“Shh,” he whispers as you hiccup. Thumb tenderly brushing at your tears. “You’re okay, Peach. Did so good for me.”

You try to reply but your chest is heaving with more cries. “S’too much…too much, Sir—”

“I know,” he hums, cupping your jaw and dipping down to kiss the tip of your nose. “I know, baby. M’really pushing you, but you’re doing so well. Almost done, yeah? Just need you to cum for me one more time. Want you to cum with me.”

You begin to shake your head, the idea almost too much, and you catch the worry in his expression.

“Do you need to stop?” he asks now with an air of seriousness. “What’s your color, my love?”

You pause to catch your breath, allowing yourself enough room to decide. “It’s…it’s green.”

“Green,” he repeats but he’s unconvinced. Brows furrowing as he studies you. “Are you sure?”

You sniffle a bit before nodding slowly. “Yes, Sir. It’s green. Just needed a second.”

“You can have all the seconds you want,” he tells you, pressing his lips to yours caringly. “If you need to call yellow or red—”

“I don’t,” you insist, suddenly overcome by the fear he might stop. And you know he will. “I don’t, Daddy, promise. Was just a lot.”

“I know,” he says again, beginning to smile. “Know squirting takes a lot out of you, hm?”

You nod again and nuzzle into his palm. “Yes. But I’m okay now. Really.”

He regards you carefully, searching for any signs of deceit. “I need you to be sure, Peach. You’ll hurt Daddy if you lie to him.”

“M’not,” you whimper, turning to kiss his hand as if to solidify your promise. “M’really not. Wanna feel you cum with me, Sir. Need it. Need it, Sir, please—”

Your begging has always had this innate ability to turn his brain to mush. And it seems that hasn’t changed as a certain expression passes over his face and his thrusts begin to pick up once again.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, sliding his hand down to your throat. Squeezing it gently, yet enough to make you feel secure.

You sigh contently as you dance your hands down his spine, taking hold of his beautiful ass to help him along.

He smirks.

“Then let’s get that number five.”

Next Part:

~ Yellow* (Extra)

~ Full One for the Money Masterlist

~ Other Harry Blurbs

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fanaticsnail · 7 months ago

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Hi! This is anon with the doctor oc.

I have not a request but just a thought. Imagine Doc revealing to the crew that flowers can be edible (I think it can be new info for most of them) just for it to backfire immediately because someone is trying to eat a poisonous flower the next minute

What Did You Eat, Bubblegum?

Hey Doc Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1,600+

Synopsis: Sharing your passion has ended in un very foreseen circumstances, but leaving you a little upset regardless.

Themes: Platonic!Bubblegum x gn!reader, Platonic!Killer x gn!reader, softness, little bit of flirting, allergic reaction, poisoning, venting, swearing, medical practice, patient x doctor, terms of endearment, reader is referred to as "Doc" - the doctor of the Kid Pirates

Notes: As someone who has a basic guide for foraging on edible weeds and native plants in my home country, this is very dear to my heart. I use flowers in most of my cooking, especially as garnishes. Onion Weed (three corner leek) is my favorite edible flower. Screengrab from this clip.

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @sinning-23 @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @sordidmusings @nerium-lil

“Oh, come on,” you whisper beneath your breath, hastily rolling back the sanitary lining sheet for your treatment cot to house its next victim.

“Hey Doc," the voice of the hulking first mate called over from the threshold of your office door, "Got another one for you.” Bubblegum was heaped over his shoulders, his face three-times what it ought to have been.

Bubblegum was hastily placed down in a heaping thud, his head immediately flopping backwards and his mouth hastily gasping and gulping for air. His skin was blotchy and donning the same vibrant hue of purple as his lengthy hair.

“What did you eat, Bubblegum?” you gently coax your sensitive crewmate, noticing the rise in welts and pus-filled boils forming beneath the surface of his skin. Bubblegum attempted to smile at you, his teeth drawing back to reveal a sheepish grimace.

“Wih wahs’ah fauwah,” he muffled past his abnormally puffy lips. Your puzzlement was depicted on your brow as you looked to Killer. He sighed, rotating his head on his shoulders and donning the 'hat' of 'muffle-translator.'

“It was a flower,” he nodded to you, gently walking to perch his hips against the back of your office chair.

“And where did you find it, sweety?” you asked Bubblegum as you donned your hands with latex gloves.

“Doun bai n’dah wayah n’ groien’ i’da reyds,” you nodded along to Bubblegum's muffled words before looking over to Killer.

“Down by the water and growing in the reeds,” Killer bobbed his mask along with each nonchalant explanation. You nodded, looking over to Bubblegum and readying an aloe-based balm for his itching skin.

“And what color was it?” you bit back your growing smile as you added, “Be as descriptive as you can, sweetheart. It helps with every detail to know how to treat you.” Killer rumbled a soft growl below his breath as Bubblegum began to explain himself.

“N’ah sem ehz woit n’dah pels ‘er ewow,” you sucked your entire bottom lip into your mouth as you turned away from both men, overcome with the ridiculousness of the encounter, and stifling a laugh with knowing Killer would have to translate for you. “N'ah miwow ehz weyd n’deyre wahz bwaek speirz grewin’ aouda n’dah senn’r. D’ehr wayah wah’z pewlin’ inah cwoiyew ahda boyum.”

Without missing a beat, you straightened your back and bore your eyes directly into Killer's mask and waited for his translation. He huffed back a guttural growl, inhaling deeply as he translated for you.

“The stem was white and the petals were yellow, the middle was red and there were black spikes growing out of the center,” he uttered concisely, “The water was pooling in a coil at the bottom.” You nodded, gently mincing up a remedy with your mortar and pestle and bringing up a drawstring bag.

“Mm-hmm,” you nodded along, placing down your mortar and pestle and removing a portion of the creamy aloe concoction and pasting it on his features, “And what did you learn?” Bubblegum’s face blushed a soft hue of pink as he widened his eyes to depict his innocence.

“Notta gow fowahjin’ ithow m’hawaht doktnar,” he uttered sorrowfully. You smiled down at him as Killer translated for you.

“Not to go foraging without the ship's doctor,” Killer uttered nonchalantly with a soft shrug.

“My hot doctor, you mean,” you nod back at him over your shoulder, finishing off with Bubblegum and giving his shoulder a soft squeeze. “Use this balm until the itching, swelling and bruising goes down. Okay, sweet pea?”

Bubblegum nodded along and gave you as much of a close-lipped smile as he could muster. The purple-haired crewman exited your office and closed the door behind him, prompting you to exhale while removing your latex gloves with a curt ‘snap.’

Just as you began to relax, two arms snaked around your waist and tugged you back into the wall of flesh and muscle behind you. You shrieked in response, your whole body growing tense with fright.

“You little shit,” a husky pur called down into your ear, forcing lighting to surge from your coccyx up to your cranium in a fizzling crackle, “You could understand Bubblegum the whole time, couldn't you?” A small squeak was pulled from your throat.

His arms felt like everything all at once, overwhelming your senses. Secure and welcoming, taunting and warning, strong and intimidating: all of the things you knew Massacre Soldier Killer to be. You lulled your head back on his chest, looking up at his mask adorned face and giving him a coy, pouty smile.

“I didn't want anything to get lost in translation,” you shrugged in his arms, clicking your tongue up at him with a mocking taunt painted on your lips, “Didn't want to miss an opportunity for you to use that pretty voice I love so much, big guy. It's always a joy to fuck with you a little bit.”

“Oh, you're a little bratty today,” he purred down at you, the hue of his icy blue orbs gazing dangerously down at you through the several holes in the mask, “What's got you in such a shit mood, hm? Wanna tell Daddy about it?” You refused to pay his comment any mind, instead shrugging out of his arms and tidying up your work bench.

“You know, if you keep using that one slip up against me, it's gonna lose its charm,” you scoffed at him, ridding the cot of the sanitary lining and throwing it into the trash compartment beside the bench. You spray down the leather lining to sanitize it, wiping it down and casting away the disposable material in the same trash compartment.

Killer continued to watch you, eying you off and reading your body language with ease.

“So you don't want to talk about it?” he offered you, spinning your desk chair around to watch it rotate with a soft squeak at the metal base, “Gonna do that thing you do and pretend you're fine until you explode?” You huff out a puff of exasperated air and turn back around to him.

“Look, I'm just a little pissed that my idea of fun turned around and detonated in my face, is all,” you pout at him, folding your arms and glaring at the trash compartment at the side of your bed. “When I borrowed that book on edible plants for remedial purposes from the Blackleg chef, I should've known it'd turn to shit. Sometimes I forget the crew I serve with, I should've known better.”

“You shouldn't feel apologetic for your enthusiasm,” his tone was solid and baring a hint of warning, “We love your enthusiasm. I-... I love your enthusiasm.” His stutter caught you off guard, prompting you to arch your brow at him.

“I'm fully aware of how much you all enjoy my enthusiasm,” you arch your neck and look down your nose at him, your pout still evident on your features, “I just wish you'd all check in with me before eating random shit you find on the side of the bay.”

Killer’s soft, high-pitched giggle prompted you to drop your pout and offer him a soft, half-smile. His laugh continued as you joined yours alongside his, softly reaching forward and placing your hand on his scarred, left forearm.

“Alright, alright,” you squeeze his arm and teeter off your joint laughter, “Let's get back to work, yeah? I've gotta do some paperwork correspondence with Trafalgar.”

“Trafalgar?” you could hear the audible arch in his brow, his disdain depicted in his tone, “Why?”

“He was asking about something, is all. Something to do with my dissertation paper back when I graduated,” you shrug, gently releasing his arm and turning back to your desk. “I don't get to geek out about my thesis often, and getting his questions via Den-Den made me feel passionate about my studies again.”

Killer nodded along with you, slowly returning your desk chair back towards your desk and gently coaxing you to sit down in it.

“Dinner’s in about about thirty to forty, if you're coming,” he uttered beneath his breath. As he turned away, he felt your hand clutch his wrist and hold him in place. He gently glanced down to look at you, your face not leaving your desk as you withheld your growing fluster.

“Thanks, Kil,” you continued to hold your eyes fixed on the desk in front of you, “For listening to me, I mean. It means-... It means a lot to me.”

He leaned down, his mask brushing it's brow gently against your temple.

“I'm happy to be on ‘Doc Diffusal Duty’ any time,” he whispered softly before pulling away, “You wanna talk, know I'm here, alright?”

“You're the best, big guy,” you give his wrist two rapid squeezes before letting go of it, returning back to your writing. Killer halted at your door, glancing back at you and watching as you returned to scratching and marking your journal and shifting through the papers.

“It's paella, by the way,” he called back over to you, “Just in case you were wondering.”

“I'll have an epinephrine on standby for Wire,” you called over your shoulder, “We both know there's no holding him back from your cooking.”

“Oh, Doc,” he clutched his heart in feigned dramatical emphasis, “You flatter me, but there's really no need.” You paused, cocking your head to the side and your brows knit in puzzlement. Killer giggled softly before his regular baritone cadence returned.

“I used chorizo as a substitute for shellfish, just to give you a bit of a break.”

Before you had the opportunity to turn the entire way around, you noticed Killer was already away from darkening the threshold of the doorway. Your bottom lip quivered at the thought that he changed the menu just to suit both Wire’s anaphylaxis, and to give you a break from playing disciplinary warden and watchdog.

You were definitely going to volunteer for washing up duty as payment for his thoughtfulness.

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toodelusionalforreality · 2 months ago

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Azriel x OC | Chapter 6

History

Both his brothers are mated. Both his brothers are happily in love. But after five centuries of rejection, Azriel doesn’t hope for such luxury in his life. When he meets the bar owner who is too mysterious even for the spymaster to decipher, his intrigue turns into more. Lines between mystery and secret blur. The closer he gets to her, the more his instincts warn him to stay away.

Previous Chapter: Relic

Word count: ~4.0k Warning: None [not enough editing/formatting]

A/N: This is an experimental piece of work. I'm testing a writing style, so feedback is welcome. This is a fuck-it version as my brain doesn't seem to be working right now.

Since Nyx was born, House of Wind lay empty most days and nights. Azriel preferred his old room still, for the familiar privacy, for only the skies, the winds, and the moon to keep him company. But at times like these, when the laughter of his family filled the house and his brothers pretended to be better than an infant, he didn’t mind the city after all.

Despite the constant ruckus, he welcomed this distraction, especially after what he had done two nights prior. Ayla, for some reason, had trusted him and he ruined the first chance he had with her. She had offered him her kindness and in return, he proved her he was deserving of everything vile and cruel in the world. Every blessed moment they shared, Azriel tainted it by forcing himself onto her.

He had hoped Ayla would ask him to stay, or at the very worst, threaten him again. Instead, she stared at him. She stared at him like her entire being wasn’t consumed with desire as his, like it was one of those meaningless kisses she granted other men she took to her bed. How the light in her eyes flickered out, he couldn’t erase it from his mind. Nor the taste of her lips, or how his own tingled hours after he returned home.

Guilty as he was, Azriel was more ashamed for not regretting the kiss he stole from her.

‘I know how to hold my son,’ hissed Rhys. He walked back and forth, cradling his child in his arms, round the sofa for the fifth time in the past fifteen minutes.

Nyx loved to torment his father whose perpetual cockiness crumbled under the pressures of parenthood, and Azriel loved him for it. He leaned against the window frame and kept out of the way, for offering advice only made Rhys lose his mind.

But Cass was oblivious to this sentiment. He reached to take Nyx into his embrace. When his calloused fingers scraped against the tender wings, Azriel winced. Add it to their natural sensitivity and they had a crying babe in their arms. Literally. The tiny wings posed a greater hindrance with their involuntary flexing than the three brothers imagined them to be. Though they understood the plight as Illyrians, they were equally pathetic when it came to a suitable remedy.

Cass backed a step, his hands in the air. It wasn’t his first ordeal facing the wrath of the new parents, yet his biggest challenge was the fervour of their outbursts. Some days, Feyre threw everyone out of the room, and on the others—well, once Nyx’s talon clawed into the wood of the cradle, and Rhys bawled while all his child did was stir in his sleep.

A tendril of shadow tickled the babe’s nose before rising to whirl above his head. Fragile silence settled in the room as Nyx watched, his blue eyes wide and filled with wonder.

‘You can’t keep doing that,’ said Cass through his teeth.

Azriel grinned. ‘It’s not my fault he likes me better.’

‘If I did parlour tricks, he’d like me too.’

His tricks include getting piss drunk and fucking Nesta, said Rhys in his mind and Azriel snickered.

Cass looked between them. ‘What did he say?’ He asked Azriel before grunting at Rhys, ‘Tell it to my face, you coward.’

‘You’re making him antsy,’ warned Azriel quietly.

It was too late. Nyx’s lips trembled on cue as though he knew to milk their predicament to his advantage. Rhys’s spawn indeed. With a nervous smile, Cass took a step towards him wagging his finger in the air. But the wails grew louder.

Shadows rushed back seeking the quiet around Azriel.

When the doors flung open, Cass took three steps back. But Feyre’s eyes were only on her child—one touch from her and Nyx babbled like a portrait of innocence tugging at her shirt. Nesta walked in with a smirk on her lips, knowing well the cause of distress, and with Mor in her tow.

Slumping into the chair next to the fireplace, Rhys draped an arm over his eyes. ‘I’m learning to respect my mother more. No wonder she bit our heads off as much as she did.’

‘I swear,’ grumbled Cass as he sat across him, ‘if you’re making him do it—’

Rhys peeked over his arm, anger darkening his eyes. ‘Why would I make my son cry?’

As the two bickered, Nyx laughed at his accomplishment, convincing Azriel he might have inherited more than his father’s theatrics.

Feyre chuckled and rocked her babe in her arms. ‘You lasted an hour. You’re making progress.’

Rhys shot a glare at Cass. ‘I would’ve lasted longer if not for a moron.’

‘I’m sure she was talking to Nyx,’ said Azriel.

Sensing the attention slipping from his pudgy fingers, Nyx spewed more gibberish. Mor let out a gasp and leaned over him, matching him with her own nonsense. But, he reached for Nesta instead.

Mor placed her hands on her hips and turned to her cousin. Her blond hair whipped dangerously in the air. ‘How does he not find me adorable?’

Rhys grinned. ‘Clearly, my son has standards.’

Nyx snuggled against Nesta’s chest and grasped at the wisps of shadows that deigned safe to approach him again. Mor smirked, ‘Well, clearly. He prefers Az over you.’

A dark power enveloped the corners of the room swallowing the light and warmth from the hearth.

‘Not funny now, are we?’

When Mor made a grab for Nyx’s hand in the air, he squirmed away. Amusement replaced the jealousy in Rhys’s eyes. ‘If only you could hear what he thinks of you.’

‘He thinks of me already! He likes me.’

While the rest of his family flocked wherever the babe was, Azriel always found a corner for himself. And Feyre seemed to notice. ‘He really likes his Uncle Az.’

‘More like Uncle Ass,’ grumbled Cass, still sore from the rejection, earning a glare from both parents.

‘You still won’t hold him?’ Feyre asked with a softness that bordered on pity.

In the beginning, it was easy to make excuses blaming it on the care needed from a mother, or on his tender body. With months passed and everyone grown comfortable with handling a babe, it became clearer that Azriel stayed away the most. And somehow, Nyx was fascinated by him the more he distanced himself. It couldn’t be his shadows for Rhys was the night sky incarnate, or perhaps Nyx sensed a familiar darkness in them.

‘I did when Rhys—I did,’ he sighed offering a smile, however strained it was.

Mischief lurked in Feyre’s eyes as she walked over, ‘You better begin your training now,’ and looped a hand through his arm, ‘You might not have time to prepare.’

Azriel choked. Him with a babe? He had hardly spent minutes with Ayla. Besides, he forbade himself from indulging in such fantasies. He did once and suffered the consequences for centuries. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. With Ayla, it would be different. It had to be different.

The sisters’ laughter worsened the heat rising up his neck. His eyes shifted, darting to look anywhere but their faces, and he caught the glance shared between Mor and Rhys.

Cass swivelled in the chair, ‘What about us? Nes and I are still ahead of him.’

Nesta went rigid. Feyre looked to her mate for help who merely grinned instead. Fortunately for her, Nyx yawned and she rushed to him. ‘I should take him to bed.’

Mor stomped over to the couch, ‘You owe me a night, Feyre.’ She pulled Cass to his feet and held onto his hand. ‘You all do. I’m leaving at dawn again and who knows when I’ll be back.’

Right, Vallahan teased her for months with the prospects of a successful alliance, only to test her patience.

‘I’ll stay with him,’ Nesta said quietly, tearing her eyes away from her mate. Cass only shook his head with a dramatic sigh but he didn’t argue or pull away from Mor.

Feyre and Rhys were silent for a while staring at each other, Azriel assumed, arguing over who got the honour to care for their son. Finally, she said, ‘Elain said something about pruning before sunrise. She won’t mind watching him.’

It was then Azriel realised the third sister hadn’t joined them since dinner.

Mor slowed as she took in her surroundings, a frown tugging her lips. ‘I thought we were going to Rita’s.’

‘After last time,’ Rhys shared a secret smile with Cass, ‘they’ll appreciate not seeing us for a while.’

Azriel didn’t know what trouble his brothers had stirred this time, but he resisted his words as he followed them down the cobblestone path he knew all too well. Without sparing even a courteous look at him, his family entered Pharus and went to his usual table as though it hadn’t been their plan all along, as though his mate wasn’t sitting on the dais right in front of him.

Ayla was alone that night. She strummed a tune on her lute, and at the first sound from her lips, every conversation died in the room, every patron straining to listen to her instead.

Pretty things that did pretty things.

Azriel was convinced he had learnt everything about her from his secret visits. But every time he met her, Ayla surprised him. What else could she do? Who was she beneath the stories he had gathered those months? He couldn’t tell if they were careless gossip from his server or curated tales from her loyal friend anymore.

Her fingers fluttered along the strings, light and nimble, every note a perfection. With each delicate stroke, her body moved with the music like she couldn’t hold back, and as she did, her hair swayed too, teasing the corner of her smile.

One day, Azriel imagined, he would take her in his arms and brush those treacherous strands away. His heart tightened at the vision—the intimacy of being so close to her, to touch her so gently, to reveal her beautiful face to him inch by inch.

If only he had used his mind for once instead of acting like a lustful prick.

Ayla had laughed for him. She had shown him a side of her that only a few were privileged to witness. She had extended a ray of hope with her truths, and he snuffed it out with one kiss.

When the fog of guilt and shame cleared later that night, Azriel realised he had failed once again. For each of his questions resolved, plenty more arose. How did she end up in Velaris? What of her family? With Hamra safe and away, was Ayla safe from the mystery woman too? If he had another chance, he might coax some answers from her without her games. But she wouldn’t let him close to her again, let alone trust him.

In a twisted way, he wasn’t surprised. When had he ever made right when it came to love?

Azriel almost laughed. He was mated to Ayla. He didn’t love her. He couldn’t, not yet. He wasn’t sure he knew what love was. His half-brothers had ripped his heart away when he was a boy, long before he learnt what the word meant. All his life, he only ever ‘loved’ one woman and she rejected him. She chose his brother over him for she saw what lurked under the surface, recognised what he was—a shroud disguising the darkness within.

Now his mate, would she reject him too if she knew the true scars deep under his skin?

Ayla took a breath between verses, and he shuddered. Her voice reeled him out of his fears. The weight in his chest loosened its grip with her every word, yet Azriel held onto the ache. What was he without his burdens? What could he be without this longing?

Slowly, as her song came to an end, his swirling thoughts settled too. For long minutes, not one spoke. Silence embraced the void her voice left behind.

Feyre and Cass looked away first, then Mor. When a gasp escaped Nesta, everyone turned to her, except Rhys. Silver sparkled in her eyes beneath the unshed tears as she clutched her chest. Cass spoke her name but her eyes remained on Ayla who padded down the steps. It was only when he placed a hand on her thigh, that she met his gaze with a smile.

His shadows awoke from their trance too. They slithered up his neck and chanted Ayla’s name in his ears. But Azriel’s attention was elsewhere. As conversations came alive and servers went around the room, Rhys watched Ayla. When she stopped in front of her office and talked to a female among a band of four, his violet eyes shone bright.

‘Rhys.’ Azriel called, interrupting him had he chosen to invade his mate’s mind again. Still, his brother didn’t tear his eyes away from her.

A frown creased between his brows before Rhys blinked. He turned to Feyre first—it had been she who pulled him out of his reverie—and then, Azriel. Neither of them spoke, aloud or in their minds. But a tension lingered in their stares. Feyre ran her palm down his arm and it brought a smile to his lips. He looked away first.

With the risk of other courts seeking someone from Velaris, Rhys was bound to get involved sooner or later. With the fae gone, he would have nothing to focus on except Ayla. And so, Azriel kept Hamra’s whereabouts to himself. As far as his brother was concerned, she was hiding somewhere in the city.

The faerie bowed her head and apologised, holding Ayla’s hand in hers, her cheeks flushing red, while her companions set up on the podium. Ayla nodded with a gentle smile—ever so gracious. She blinked and her eyes pinned on Azriel as though she’d expected to find him there, and his breath caught in his throat.

Once the faerie left, she went to the bar.

‘Come with me.’ Nesta dragged him along before he had the chance to protest, and he swore his shadows aided her. She perched on a stool at one end of the counter, close to the office, making it impossible for Ayla to leave the room without walking past.

It was Raya who approached them though. ‘What can I get you?’

‘Could she serve us?’ Nesta glanced at Ayla. ‘She made me a drink last time and it was delicious, but I can’t remember its name. We were hoping she’d make it for us again.’ With her smile so earnest even Azriel found himself convinced.

Raya cut him a glare but spoke to Nesta, ‘Tell me how it looked. I’ll make it for you.’

‘I’ll take care of them,’ said Ayla softly, not looking up from the drinks she stacked on a tray. While Raya began to protest, Uri urged her with his eyes, then picked up the tray and waded through the crowded tables.

Watching the defeated bartender shuffle to the other end, Nesta remarked. ‘I thought they liked you here.’

‘Not anymore.’ He ignored her expecting gaze and sat beside her.

No one was privy to what had transpired between him and Ayla, and he preferred it that way. When his family meddled, she seemed to slip away from him.

Minutes passed. She catered to every patron at the counter, ignoring him and Nesta, including the ones who came after them. Azriel glimpsed over his shoulder and found the glasses empty at their table. Cass hollered to Uri, yet the server turned around and talked to a couple who sneaked wary peeks at the ridiculous male waving his arm in the air.

Azriel smiled at his mate. Keeping liquor from his family was one, and very efficient, way to encourage them to leave the bar.

At last, with no one else left to tend to, Ayla turned their way though she refused to meet his gaze. ‘What would you like to drink?’

‘You have a beautiful voice,’ said Nesta, her words whispered with a touch of awe.

‘Thank you,’ smiled Ayla. She stared for a moment and then blinked twice. ‘You sound good too.’

Nesta sucked in a breath. Compliments weren't meant for her. Everything she did was expected and never deemed worthy of praise. As though remembering her manners, she dipped her chin in a graceful nod.

‘How often do you sing?’ She inhaled sharply, ‘I mean, if I wish to listen to you again, when is it likely for it to happen, again?’

‘You can request to my bartender or the servers. If I’m here, they shall let me know.’

So, Azriel hadn’t been special. Yet, seeing her offer kindness to his friend without hesitation was endearing. Nesta pursed her lips as Cass came to stand beside him. The scent of citrus smothered him before Mor wedged herself between the two and wrapped an arm around him. ‘What are we having?’

Shadows scattered back to his wings. Azriel shifted in his seat, the hold on his shoulder growing unbearably heavy with each passing second. He peeked at Ayla but her focus remained on the glasses she was readying for them.

‘Not the one from the other night,’ Mor leaned over the counter and spied the ingredients she mixed. ‘I still haven’t forgiven you for that.’

Ayla offered the first drink to Nesta. ‘I don’t remember apologising. But, alright.’

Azriel shook with silent laughter and his shadows skittered down his arms. Mother, how had he gone two whole days apart from her?

‘Don’t worry about her. It’s easy to get into her good graces.’ Cass snorted, earning a vicious glare from Mor, but she soon smiled brightly when Ayla served her. ‘Just don’t take her wine from her.’

‘And why would I want to be in your graces?’

A laugh escaped Azriel. When he looked up, none of his friends were laughing with him, they only watched.

‘So,’ drawled Mor, ‘what do you think of our Az?’ Her arm tightened over his shoulder as she pressed closer.

Azriel glared at his brother silently cursing him for unleashing their disaster of a friend.

The next drink was for Cass. Ayla poured another four and began setting them on a tray, ‘I don’t know enough about your Az to make a judgement.’

His name rolled off her tongue in a smooth caress. Blood rushed to his face, and between his legs.

‘Would you like to know enough?’

Azriel whirled to his other side where Nesta sat wearing a smirk. Why did they leave Rhys and Feyre behind? Why didn't they bring the whole entourage and embarrass him in front of his mate?

But then, Ayla said, ‘He can ask that himself.’

Ask, his shadows urged. Ask. The words merged and weaved until all he heard were incoherent whispers. Ask.

Azriel was never at a loss for words, he simply chose not to say them aloud. But with her, he often found himself speechless. Nesta nudged him with her knee, a reminder that he still hadn’t spoken. He cleared his throat, and his friends had the decency to scramble. Cass ruffled his hair, making him hiss under his breath, before he and Mor wandered back to their table.

Nesta made to leave as well, watching them for a breath before staring into her drink. Almost a year had passed since she accepted them as family, yet she felt no less an outsider.

Ayla noticed Nesta’s hesitation and watched the two once they joined Rhys and Feyre. Laughter erupted, drinks flowed, and their eyes often drifted to Azriel.

‘You should dance,’ said Ayla. Nesta’s eyes snapped to her as she watched the ones swaying in front of the dais with a smile. ‘The band loves when people do.’ Right then, Uri appeared behind them with his usual smile and she nodded at him, ‘If you’re shy.’

How she knew about his friend or the server materialised at that very moment was a mystery.

While Nesta sat contemplating the offer, Ayla set a drink for him. ‘You two have a history.’

She was looking past him, where his family was, and Azriel knew who she meant.

A glass shattered across the bar, and Raya darted to the kitchen mumbling about needing a broom, although the smirk on her face was unmistakable.

Nesta choked on her drink. She quickly got to her feet and patted him on the back, ‘Don’t ruin it,’ as walked away with Uri.

Alone at long last, free from prying patrons and his meddlesome family and her vigilant friends. Yet, Azriel felt no relief. His shadows retreated behind him, barely peeking over his shoulders. Now that he was in a bind, they were silent as the dead.

‘Do you regret it?’ she asked quietly.

All night, Ayla wouldn’t meet his gaze, and now it dawned on him—she believed he regretted the kiss he’d dreamed of for months, his one true glimpse of boundless happiness in ages. And with Mor acting like Mor. . .Azriel couldn’t breathe.

‘I don’t.’ Her words nearly drowned in the chaos around them as she fussed with empty glasses on the counter. ‘Although I’d prefer you didn’t run away next time.’

His shadows fluttered around him, emboldened by her admission. Azriel let out a shuddering breath, the need to explain the past tightened in his chest. ‘It’s not how you think,’ he began. What were he and Mor if they were barely friends in name? What remained to say when nothing had existed between them? Instead, he settled on, ‘It was a long time ago.’

Her face was bare and calm. ‘How many long times ago are there?’

When he thought it couldn’t get worse, it did. It wasn’t a conversation he was willing to have with his mate in a bar, with his family undoubtedly listening in on them.

‘Two.’ His shadows hissed in his ears and sank behind him again.

Ayla took a slow breath. ‘And not long times ago?’

She pressed her lips together and they quivered.

Azriel was a fool—an absolute, blind fool.

‘Well?’ She finally looked at him. The light in her eyes returned, brighter than ever. ‘That many, huh? How about in the past century?’

Azriel held in his smile.

Her eyes widened as Ayla faked a gasp. ‘How about the last fourteen months?’

Fourteen months ago, Azriel walked into Pharus for the first time, he saw his mate for the first time, he saw her smile for the first time. While he tortured himself with the misery of being invisible to her, she had remembered him.

Even the ones he called his friends didn’t know this part of him. And Ayla was unravelling him in mere seconds. A voice in his mind warned him to stop, to think, to run away. But he saw the grin on her face at his unease, the unbridled amusement on her face.

‘Eight,’ he said and waited for an insult but none came. ‘What about you?’

‘One.’

Azriel’s brows rose. He knew there were more—more than eight—male and female, none she invited again. His shadows had whispered so during his secret trysts, and that was before the bond snapped for him.

His mind refused to believe her, yet his craving heart did. For a sweet moment, he tasted relief, then she ruined it.

‘Doesn’t sound fair, does it? Perhaps, we should get even.’

Next Chapter: Sinner

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years ago

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The Aftermath || LN4 {7}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: Your plans for the day go awry when Max shows up but it all works out in the end. Warnings: 18+ only, smut, spanking WC: 2.3k

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Another Questionable Penalty For Norris. The headline caught your eye because it wasn’t under the sports section that you avoided when you opened the newspaper. Instead it was under the entertainment and gossip section and you scanned through the column, growing angrier with each sentence.

“Can I take this?” you asked the barista as she handed over your coffee order.

“Whatever,” she shrugged and went back to her station without a care.

The newspaper burned a hole in your handbag the entire way home and Lando jolted back in surprise when you tossed it onto his lap. He almost fell out of the wicker sunbed that he was napping on beside the pool with how fast he sat up.

“Is this true?”

“You’ll have to give me a bit more information than that, love,” he said as took the tray of coffees from your shaking hand and placed them on the table that also held his phone and drink bottle.

“The article.” You pointed to the page in front of him. “You’re getting penalties because of me.”

“What?” he laughed and picked up the paper, a smile growing on his face as his eyes darted over the words. “I mean, Andrea would probably be happier if that’s what happened, but it’s all on me, baby. I lost the inside line on a corner and it pushed Alex wide.”

He caught your hip and pulled you onto his lap, still grinning as he tipped your chin back to kiss you before teasing, “I do like that though, getting penalties because of my girlfriend.”

“It’s no secret, they aren’t my biggest fan,” you chuckled as you tucked your head into the curve of his neck while your fingers stroked the stubble that was slowly spreading across his jawline. “Are you really planning on growing this out?”

“Why, don’t you like it?” he asked with a smirk before rubbing the sharp hairs on his chin all over your cheek. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Ugh, it burns,” you complained between laughs as you tried to pull away but he locked his arms around you and stood up.

“I know just the remedy,” he promised and you barely stopped laughing in time to take a breath before he leapt into the pool with you trapped in his arms. The pool was cold compared to the temperature of the hot summer's day and you gasped when you broke the surface, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Is that better?” he asked as he wiped the water from his face.

“No, I’m wet and cold.”

“You’re what now?” he asked as his lips twitched in amusement.

“I’m cold.”

He bit his lip to stifle his laugh. “And?”

“Dihydrogen monoxide has permeated the layers of my clothes.”

“You’re no fun,” he groaned playfully as he dropped his head to your shoulder.

He didn’t see your teasing smile as you kissed his temple and whispered in his ear. “I’m wet, Lando, all because of you.”

He peeked up with a twinkle in his eyes and captured your lips as his hands trailed down your back to cup your ass as he deepened the kiss. A deeply satisfied sigh tickled your cheek as you trailed your lips over his racing pulse and you grazed your teeth over the sensitive skin.

“No, go away,” Lando groaned suddenly and you pulled back confused as he pointed to the house. “Not you, baby. That muppet.”

You looked over your shoulder to see Max walking through the backyard, covering his eyes as he stumbled over the pebble footpath.

“Can you please open your eyes before you hurt yourself?” you asked when he nearly took out your roses that had slowly been nursed back to life. “Or my flowers.”

“Depends, are you still sucking Bob’s face?”

“Could have been more but you showed up,” Lando muttered under his breath. “What’s up, bro?”

“What’s up?” Max echoed in disbelief. “It’s Tuesday, tell me you didn’t forget-”

“Shit, the photoshoot,” Lando swore as he unhooked your legs from his waist and kissed your cheek. “This isn’t over, love, you’re mine as soon as we get home.”

You sighed longingly as you followed him up the pool steps and watched the rivulets of water running down his tanned back. “I can’t believe you forgot your photoshoot.”

“Really?” he laughed as he looked over his shoulder. “This is me we are talking about.”

“You’re right.” You looked at Lando’s best friend who was finally looking where he was walking. “Max, next time tell him he has a game of golf booked instead - he never forgets golf.”

“That’s actually genius. Or, I can send the meetings to you and you can remind him?”

“Whatever stops any future interruptions works for me,” you said as he took a seat on Lando’s sun lounger and made himself comfortable. “You can have my coffee but it’s probably cold by now.”

Max grinned as he picked up the takeaway cup and saw the order. “Ooh, my favourite. Thank you!”

You rushed through the house not wanting to drip too much water on the carpet and reached the master bathroom as Lando grabbed two towels. “Can you help me get out of these?” you asked as you looked down at your skinny jeans and he grinned mischievously.

“With pleasure.”

“What’s taking so long?” Max asked as he knocked on the bathroom door after ten minutes had passed. “You’re not banging in there are you? Come on, Lando, keep it in your pants for five minutes.”

“It’s not me!” Lando shouted back. “Y/N recklessly jumped into the pool fully clothed, now her jeans won’t come off.”

“How immature, that sounds just like Y/N,” Max stated sarcastically before you could and you smirked at Lando as Max took your side.

“How immature,” you mouthed, looking down at Lando where he was knelt on the floor trying to pull the tight jeans down.

“I think I’m just going to have to cut them off,” Lando admitted.

“Seriously? They’re my favourite pair,” you pouted as you looked in the floor length mirror. “They make my ass look good.”

“So good.” A resounding slap bounced around the room before warmth spread over your backside and your lips parted with a gasp as Lando covered his mouth in shock. “That was so much louder than I expected.”

“What was that?” Max asked. “Wait, I don't want to know. I’m going to wait in the living room.”

The heat on your ass was spreading and you bit your lip as a soft moan escaped. Lando’s hand fell away from his lips at the sound and he looked at his pink palm with a sexy smirk. “You like that?”

There was no denying it as your nipples peaked against the material clinging to your skin. “Maybe you could try again to be sure?”

“Fuck yes.” Lando was on his feet in an instant, turning you to face the vanity as he bent you forward before opening the drawers and finding a pair of hairdressing scissors.

“This’ll do,” he murmured as he cut away the denim until he could pull them off and throw them onto the laundry hamper.

You were trembling with anticipation as he soothed his hand over your burning cheek, his eyes holding yours in the mirror as he raised his hand before bringing it down with a sharp slap. Your response was instant as you bit your lip and moaned loudly, pushing your hips back for more.

“You are unbelievably sexy, babe,” Lando praised as he spread your legs wider with his knees and felt how ready you were when he buried two fingers in your pussy. “And so fucking wet.”

“Please, Lan, I need more than your fingers.” You didn’t care how wanton you sounded as you begged him to fuck you, he had a way of releasing the audacious side you hadn’t known was there. And he was more than happy to give you everything you wanted.

Your hands braced on the mirror as his fingers were replaced with his cock and your fingerprints smeared the glass when he thrust his hips forward and filled you completely.

You tried to keep your voice down but the voice of reason fell silent when Lando brought his palm down on your ass again and his name fell from your lips with a needy whine.

“Oh god, Lando, harder, please,” you begged as you rocked your hips against him and licked a finger before finding your clit with a gasp. Pleasure spiked as he snapped his hips faster and harder, the sounds of your bodies meeting roughly filling the room as much as your mewls and moans did. “That’s it, babe, oh fuck, just like that.”

Your head fell forward with a cry as your legs began to tremble and the heat in your core flooded your body, warmth dripping down your thighs as you came. Lando moaned and he pulled your body against him, leaving sloppy kisses over your shoulder before sealing his lips over the crook of your neck.

Your core clenched as he marked your skin and he broke away with a primal sound. “Fuck,” he rasped as he shuddered before spilling himself deep inside you. “Fuck, I love you.”

You froze as you stared at his reflection, his eyes half-lidded as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You weren’t sure if he even knew what he said, or it was just a spur-of-the-moment-while-he-came sort of thing, but you needed to know. “Lando?”

“I love you, Y/N,” he murmured softly as he placed a kiss on your temple and retreated slowly from your body. “It’s okay if it’s too soon for you to say it. I just couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

A smile grew on your lips as you turned to face him and draped your arms around his neck. “I didn’t think I would ever be able to love someone again, but I love you too, Lando.”

–

Max was sitting on the sofa beside his phone that was playing music loudly, shaking his head with eyes full of judgement, when you finally emerged from the bedroom showered and fully dressed. “I expected better from you. Lando, not really. But you, definitely.”

“Why does it feel like my mother is scolding me?” you asked Lando with a giggle, the high of your orgasm and confession still leaving you giddy.

“Mother Max, has a ring to it. Mummy Max? No, Mother Max it is.”

“No, no more nicknames,” Max argued as he turned the music off. “And definitely don’t call me that on stream, you know that shit sticks around for months. Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, you should not,” Lando said with a dark laugh that promised it was exactly what he was planning to do now. He took your hand and started heading to the garage before calling out to Max who was still sitting on the sofa. “Bro, look at you sitting around, we’re gonna be late now ‘cause of you.”

“You’re such a dick,” Max said with a shake of his head before catching up. “Why are we even friends again?”

Lando tossed his free arm over Max’s shoulder and brought him in for a side hug before ruffling up his hair. “Because you love me.”

“Like a headache,” he said as he shoved Lando away with a laugh, trying to fix his hair up as he skipped ahead down the stairs to the garage. “Hurry up!”

It was a miracle that there was hardly any traffic heading out of the city and, with a few speed violations, Lando got to the location of the photoshoot only a few minutes later than planned. He still had to run off to the trailer that was set up for hair and makeup as soon as he parked but he didn’t seem too worried about being late since he sent you a wink over his shoulder along the way.

“You sure you don’t want to jump in some shots?” Max asked as he grabbed a bag full of Quadrant gear they were promoting from the backseat.

You shook your head and locked the car before following him to the gazebo providing some shade from the heat. “I prefer to work on the other side of the camera.”

“You can have this then. Catch.” Max barely gave you time to react before he tossed Lando’s personal camera and you clutched it to your chest as your heart beat erratically.

“What if I didn’t catch it?” you half shouted as you checked the Leica Q2 hadn’t been damaged.

“I trusted you would. Now make sure you get his ugly side.”

“I’ve tried, he doesn’t have one,” you said as you turned the digital camera on, spending a few minutes going through the photos Lando had taken.

There were so many images of you filling the memory and half of them you couldn’t even figure out how he had taken them without you noticing. Some were completely random and made you laugh, like the picture of you dancing in the kitchen, a large knife in your hand since you had been dicing onions when he started DJing on his mixer set up on the table. You had spent most of that night dancing to the music he made, the living room becoming a makeshift nightclub with just the two of you.

“You like that?” Lando asked with a knowing smile as he appeared over your shoulder, watching you flick through the pictures.

“You really captured the murder in my eyes,” you giggled as you zoomed in on the picture to see they were red from the onions.

“It takes a lot of talent, but what can I say, it just comes naturally to me.”

“Such a modest artist you are,” you teased as his arm curled around your waist and Max called his name from the rally car that was parked on the dusty road. “How will I be able to even compare?”

His hand slipped from your waist as he turned and walked backwards to Max, his sunglasses falling down his nose as he looked at you over the rim and gave you a wink. “Well, lucky for you, you have an excellent model today.”

Click here for part eight.

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sleepysnk · 2 years ago

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scurries in your askbox like a mouse

thoughts on your faves and how they would deal with a bratty s/o who winds them up for fun? 👁👁

you have got me thinking rn cotton..

nsfw under the cut!

draken- oh my god, he does NOT play around. he would dislike your bratty side so much so when you’re messing with him, he’s going to do something about it sooner or later. draken would have you submitting to him by just simply wrapping his hand around your throat and asking about your little teasing. he’d have gritted teeth and he would go absolutely feral on your cunt. he doesn’t stop until you’re a whiny mess on his cock and you’re almost squirting from how intense it is.

hanma- oh oh oh! he’s not the type to be messed with either. hanma dislikes your little game but he feeds it until he can trap you in a corner and flip it all in his favor. he would press you against the wall with his fingers teasing your slit that’s just aching for him to touch. you have to beg this man to even finger you because he says that “teases don’t deserve my touch.” once you’re almost on the verge of tears, he would go ham on your pussy. he’d be in your face asking why you’re so upset when you started it in the first place <3.

koko- you’re being a brat? koko has the most perfect remedy and that’s his cock. he doesn’t like those kinds of games because his patience tends to run very thin, so expect him to crack when you touch his cock in public. he would shove you in the car and make you cockwarm him until you’re scratching at his shoulders and begging like a bitch in heat for him to move. he would get off on your whines and desperate pleas, but once he’s had enough you won’t be able to walk for the next few hours.

ran- ohhh goodness, he is a fan of brat taming, so he lets your little game go. once you’re both home, he’s restraining you with his tie and making you beg for his touch. your skin would be so sensitive and you’d be trying your best to gain friction against him, but he gets off on your neediness so much. he would make you apologize for being a brat to him all day, and then fuck the shit out of you until the sun rises. you’d have to beg him do many times to let you cum because he isn’t going to make it easy <3.

mitsuya- he’s a little bit less extreme, but this man does like some fun. he would try his best to keep his composure, but he just can’t stop himself and he’d have you in his bed within minutes. he would make you beg for him to even make a move on your throbbing cunt, and he would so almost cum from just your needy little whines. he would probably pin your wrists over your head and whisper in your ear how much of a dirty little slut you are for him. he would have you all under his control that you’d be on the brink of crying by the time he’s done.

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bisexual-horror-fan · 1 year ago

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Sooooooo a little birdie told me you hadn't written Freddy having period sex with reader so I think we need to remedy this hehehe, I want it as nasty and wild as you want to go with it, it is Freddy after all and he is a Certified Freak TM. I would also be very partial to any sort of lower back massage or any sort of physical comfort he wants to give the reading before/during/after the sexy times, honestly a bit of massage during the Blood Moon always hits the spot and it would make things all the better hehehehe And Freddys usual dirty mouth during something like this is also appreciated 👁👄👁

You requested this a while ago but hey I know we are both on the rag atm and the inspo hit so here it is! I hope you enjoy this fucking filthy as hell period sex piece with our fave bastard.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.5K. Freddy Krueger X GN! AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Words Like Cunt And Tit’s Used. Reader On Their Period. Warnings: Period Sex. Massage. Panty Snatching. Vaginal Fingering. Blood Play. Nipple Play. Mild Painplay. DUB CON! Restrained Reader. Eating Out. Vaginal Sex. Squirting. Dirty Talk. Praise. Degradation. So Much Fluids. Freddy Is Disgusting. Messy Kink. Just Such Messy Sex.

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I Just Want To Help.

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You felt like shit.

It wasn’t always the case when you were on your period but this one has been truly hellish. Cramps, boating, tenderness, a train wreck of emotions and of course, naturally, a veritable river of blood. You finished work for the day, unable to cook. You brought home take out, camped out on the couch with a heating bag and a blanket and some tea and a comforting movie. You downed something to help with the pain but it was barely touching it, you were so fucking tired and you hoped that sleep would be a good remedy.

You are zombie-like as you go through your night routine, brushing your teeth, doing your skincare and the rest to really wind down and then you are in bed. The sheets felt so fucking comfortable and smooth, you sink deeper into the mattress, fully relaxing and sleep overtakes you in just a few short minutes.

He had the funniest sense of timing.

Freddy doesn’t pay a visit every night but he more than makes up for it when he does show up for you. He is on you in short order, he used to draw it out and tease but when there is a more sizable gap, he almost doesn’t have patience for that, if you dared to call him out on being needy however he might get violent. You don’t think you could take much brutality tonight, his hands are on your body before he even greets you, rough scarred hand one arm, butter soft leather, sharp and cold metal on the other. His hands slide up, the sharp tips of the blades of his glove don’t break your bare skin, goosebumps are left in their wake, he leans in closely, you feel the warm breath on the side of your face and hear his voice in your ear, “Heya honey.”

Oh honey, huh? Sweet name, you wonder why but he cuts in, “You feel awful. What’s going on?”

Right of course, he is IN your head, he can feel all you do, absurdly keyed into your emotions and the sensations running through you. The monthly curse hasn’t coincided with any of his visits to this point, shockingly, but you know that you can’t hide it, he won’t drop this and he will find it out the same way he does everything. Hell he could do it right now but he likes not knowing every single thing, some things he wants you to tell him, force yourself through uncomfortableness for his pleasure or his amusement, so you spill. “Just not feeling well, my period hit me like a truck.”

He makes a sound of pity, that sweet and sickly, mocking, “Awe.”

His hands move again, arms come around your middle, hugging closer, invading your personal space the way he did easily and without care, “Oh poor thing.”

The contact felt nice, or it did, until he squeezed you much tighter and it makes you groan, “Christ, ease up-”

“That sensitive, huh?” The question is asked in that very teasing tone that can only come from him. Your hands latch onto his forearms and you try to pry them off as you respond with a nod, “Mmm, very.”

“Sure seems like it, good thing I decided to visit tonight.” He doesn’t let you move his arms, keeping them locked around you and so you give up.

“Why’s that?” You asked and he hummed out, “Cuz I can help you out.”

A quiet laugh spills out, “How are you gonna do that exactly?”

“I have my ways.” A sharp snap of the fingers on his un-gloved hand and all of a sudden everything was different. You were not in the boiler room any longer, you were instead on your stomach on a bed that you had become very familiar with over the past few months. Before you can look around you feel the mattress shift with him getting onto it, there he was, his hands on your back, the first thing you notice was that his glove suspiciously absent. You then feel something you haven’t from him previously, his hands on you is a familiar feeling, but their current action is not.

It isn’t like you have never experienced a massage before, you had, but by his hand? Never. It feels so fucking good. Your head tips, forehead leans on your forearms and your eyes closed as you could feel yourself practically melting into the mattress with a moan. You had no idea how much you needed this until he began the process, again the benefits of him being in tune with your mind and body meant he could pick up on what you needed before sometimes you even knew it. He really gets into it, doesn’t wait to properly see your reaction as if he is overly confident and just knows that it is good, no, that he is good.

Your shirt had been stripped a while ago, it was ten minutes later and you were feeling delightfully boneless. He was capable of bringing you great pain and pleasure. You knew that more than you knew just about anything but still him doing it in this way you had never counted on. He had been relatively quiet, just small verbal check-ins, letting you lose yourself to feeling more than prattling on and on like he was known to do. “How you feeling?”

A shaky moan is your response, breathed out on an exhale, and he taunted, “No words so soon?”

You laugh, a light thing that could be misconstrued as a scoff, you lean your head up slightly and tell him, “M’ good. I’m very, very good.”

“Pain letting up?” He inquired and you nodded, “Mmhm, not totally but doing better.”

“Oh no, still sore?” He asks, a sympathetic click of his tongue and you tell him, “Unfortunately.”

His hands hadn’t stopped working this whole time, sweeping down the expanse of your back, knuckles pressed over your spine, more pressure was released and you groaned. He is leaning down, you feel him press closer to your body, the heat of his body providing more comfort as his hands continue.

He expresses his previous sentiment again, "Poor thing...", his lips touch down on the back of your neck as his thumbs dig harder into your lower back, "Poor, utterly delicious thing."

Movements do not stop, neither his wandering hands nor his mouth as they press on exploring. More kisses are laid and you hear him again, "You know what else could help ease the ache?"

He moves. One hand stays resting on your lower back and the other slips down between your legs, he cups your cunt through the underwear and shorts you wore to bed, “I hear orgasms are one of the best forms of pain relief.”

“You’ve only heard?” You ask teasingly and he continues, “You should know by now I deal more in giving pain than relieving it, sweetheart. But for you? I’ll try anything once.”

Isn’t he so generous?

“An intensely charitable offer but-” He moves again, his other hand locks on your hip, he makes you grind onto his palm and you moan, “But what?”

“Buuut-I, ah, I don’t know I’ve never, not while this is happening-” He cuts in, “All the more reason to try it.”

No more protesting from you and the part where he tries to craft a convincing verbal argument from him was over. His hand picks up the effort, fingers stroke down with more pressure and you moan, he does the motion again and again, purposefully dragging over your clit and you squirm when you feel it happen. Your underwear is wet, you can feel it stuck to you, plastered and it makes your eyes fly open, “Shit, stop, stop-”

“Awe what’s the matter?” He asks and you tell him, “M’ leaking-”

“And what? You’re worried about bleeding on your sheets?” He asks and you say, “Yes!”

He laughs with another strong press of his fingers, “C’mon what are you going to do about that? You’re dead asleep right now.”

“Yeahhh, but I don’t have to be, wake me up.” You asked and he laughed much, much harder before he stops rubbing you and his hands lock on your sides and he starts to flip you over, “No fuckin’ way.”

“What? Why not?!” You exclaim and when you are thrown onto your back you yelped, he tells you next, “And pass up this golden opportunity? Fuck no.”

“Freddy, please-” He starts to tear down your shorts and you attempt to stop him but that ineffable force you had gotten used to feeling around him is back, as if bonds as strong as chains but as light as air coil around your wrists and yanks them up, holding them on either side of your head. “There you go, be good for me, no more struggling.”

“Freddy stop it-” You plead but you are helpless, he’s made you helpless. He is removing your shorts and underwear as he says, ”Soooo emotional.”

Anger flares for a second, “Asshole let me go!”

He playfully pouts before he says “Now c’mon babe, you can trust me, I just wanna help.”

You catch a glimpse and Christ you had almost bled through your shorts, your underwear stained and a total mess, you groan, brows pinched together and he looks…Happy? “Oh I’m keeping these.”

“What?” You asked and he held them up, “I said M’ keeping them, you are never getting these back.” A snap of his fingers and they disappeared to God knows where.

You feel extraordinarily exposed, naked and held down on this bed, at his mercy, your mind is racing and his hand is back between your spread thighs, Fingers drag up, catch the mess of blood leaking out before swirling over your clit, using the slick crimson as lube, making you moan anew. “There you go, Freddy’s gonna take away all the hurt, just relax.”

His fingers slip and then ease inside of you and you realise that your preferred method for dealing with this hellish time has been disposed of by him. His fingers shouldn’t be getting to this depth without being obstructed but this is a dream, he is in control and can do anything, including removing a vital tool for personal hygiene without you even noticing. His fingers are moving in and out so easily, it sounds obscene, soaked, he curls them touches that spot that makes your toes curl and you cry out, “Fuck! Freddy please, wa-wait-”

Again, ever the mind reader he says, “I know you’re worried about ruining the sheets.”

A nervous nod, you were, his fingers slid out with a wet squelch, he inspected his fingers, they are coated in blood and he admits, "I'm dying to taste you."

His hand came up and he drew his fingers into his mouth and sucked deeply. You cannot believe he is doing this so shamelessly, it leaves you speechless. He removes his fingers and sighs a small, “Fuck, that is good.”

He addresses you once again, his hands on your thighs and he says easily as he continues his previous thought, “Well don’t be. Lemme help stop the leak.”

You wonder what he means until he drops down suddenly, in between your legs, his stomach to the bed and he is pulling your legs over his shoulders. You begin to complain, beg for a moment, for him to slow down because what was he about to do to you but his mouth is on you and instead the word isn’t able to form, replaced with a pitched up gasp. So that is what he meant. His tongue runs up through your folds and he moans against you, the vibration causes your legs to twitch and your fists to clench. He is eating you whole, no hesitation and further still with passionate fervour. Strong tongue flicks up over your clit before his lips wrap around it, another hum, your thighs tighten around his head and he pulls off with a very sloppy smack. It hits how he is so willing to do this for you even during this, accepting of and hungry for you no matter what or when.

You have no clue how he does it, he switches between tasks so seamlessly, from sucking on your clit to his tongue diving deep into your hole, fucking into the sopping passage. Then it doesn’t feel like there is a switching, as if somehow he is able to suck and lick your clit and tongue fuck you at the same time, like he somehow has two mouths.

You try to look down the length of your body but another thrust of his tongue in combination with a violent suck of your most sensitive flesh is leaving you breathless, “Ho-how the fuuuuck ar-are you able to-? Ah! Ahnn, do that?”

You hear his voice inexplicably even though his mouth is still clearly busy, “I like keeping some secrets.” You are moaning incoherently, the pleasure is insane, you can’t stay still, were it not for how he was holding you down you think you’d buck off the bed, you feel it build and then crest and you nearly scream his name as it overtakes.

He works you through it amazingly well until you are actually struggling to breathe. Your legs drop and he comes up and before you know it he is kissing you, eyes fly open as you are confronted with the taste of it all, salt and iron and slick and spit, you want to rip yourself away, it’s so messy but you have to admit, it makes heat spark inside you. Clit pulses, another rush of arousal as his tongue is smoothing over yours and you think fuck it, you’re into the depravity of it, you know he isn’t going to judge so you lean into it. You steer into the skid, you kiss him back just as nasty as he was kissing you.

When you pull away and see him you are sure your face is in a similar state, “Filthy fucking slut.” He isn’t wrong. You can feel the red stickiness around your mouth, on your cheeks, your chin. “Fuck, you taste so, so good. I need more.”

“Wait, more? Are you su-OH!” You gasped out and he was back down there, once again working you over. You had no idea it could feel this good, that you would be this sensitive, you knew hormones could elevate but you were never one for masturbating on your period much, seemed too messy to bother and this was VERY messy but you are quickly finding that to be a plus.

After another two times of reaching your peak he is coming back up for air as you are still shuddering your way through the aftershocks. You are not very verbal at the moment, you feel half here, he is spreading your legs wider, eyes down and looking at you, “Look at that disgusting gash, still spilling blood like a fresh wound-”

He looked manic, he’d lost the sweater sometime after your second orgasm but before your third, there was scarlet down his chin and neck, almost coming to his chest and with another snap his pants were gone. You feel the restraints on your wrists lift and he pulls you down, drags you close and he pushes his hips forward, the head of his dick drags over your over sensitive clit before coming to prod at your sticky hole, “Look at that.”

You did, eyes glance down and you take in the view, him poised and ready, about to fuck you till you were completely senseless and you couldn’t wait. “Freddy, please, do it.”

“Oh you want it now?” He asks and you nod, “Mmf, right now, please, please, please.”

“Alright but remember. You asked for it doll.” He slams his hips forward, makes you take him in one stroke, forces it and your whole body seizes from the intense and sudden feeling of him stretching you open. No time is wasted before he is pulling out halfway and then driving back in, he sets the pace, and you are meant to take it.

You asked for it, remember?

He is vicious, brutal, inhumane in how he fucks you, totally feral and animalistic. He is normally into it on the best of days but it is as if you unlocked a whole new level in him that you had not previously been privy to. He is being loud, every time he bottoms out there is a curse or a groan, a sharp exhale through gritted teeth. “You feel so fucking good, your hole is so sloppy, just listen to it-” Another harsh series of thrusts in and out and he was right, you sound disgustingly wet. “-could listen to that on repeat forever.”

He has you almost folded in half, hands under your knees, pressing and pushing until he has you rest your ankles on his shoulders. In this position it mostly is able to do two things, one, for him it makes you even tighter and two, for you, it hits that one place inside that makes all thoughts leave and all words tumble from between cracked and bloody lips a jumbled wreck. Your eyes unfocused, drunk on sensation, dragged along for the ride and forced to feel just what he wanted you to, made to ride it out, one hand now that it is free is at your chest, palming one of your tits and you groan, mumbling out, “S-sore, sensitive-”

“Awe I know hon, you're sooo sensitive right now.” He tweaks your nipple and your body jolts, it makes you clench around him and he curses, he does it again and again, pulling and twisting, it’s making you practically milk him from the inside and only when he notices you tearing up does he stop. You sob out a-”Thank you”

“Don’t mention it.” He responds with a grin and his hand is between your bodies, fingers pressed to your clit and with purpose he hammers home on the place inside you that is making the pleasure radiate through your whole body and you release those hiccuping moans. You can feel another orgasm building up, but more than that, it wasn’t the first time this has happened with him, he loved to make you into as much of a mess as possible but during this time? You wanted to avoid it, you tried to warn, attempted to speak but that wasn’t happening. He mocked you for that, relentlessly, “Can’t even get a single word out, so pathetic.”

You were pathetic. You took too long and so it happened, he forced it out of you, the sting snaps, you tip over and cum but not just that, you squirt. Your thighs are already coated in half dried and tacky residue, blood has been leaking out at a startling rate, he had been fucking it out of you so the sudden and large gush, the position and pace made you paint him. It isn’t easy to get the drop on him or surprise him but his hips falter upon feeling the hot splash of liquid he looks down and it makes him moan. You weren’t over your orgasm before he starts fucking you with renewed vigor, “Holy shit, yes, just like cutting into a warm body-”

Oh my God of course. Everything mixed together so when you squirted it wasn’t just the usual clear liquid, he was already so covered in your blood, sweating from the effort, the extra wetness makes it look and feel like a massive splatter of blood was just delivered onto him. You got his chest, stomach and yes, of course, his cock currently burying balls deep into your cunt. Apparently this proves too much for him, your thighs are trembling, overstimulated, blood covered and frankly exhausted he cums. He unloads in you, a few more shallow thrusts as he wrings out every single ounce of sensation from his climax. You were heaving, totally slack but there wasn’t time to rest. He was up by your head, standing on his knees on the mattress, his fingers in your hair, tugging it up and forcing his softening cock against your lips, “You gotta clean your mess up.”

A soft hum, your eyes half open, you look up at him, his coated shaft resting against your cheek and he says, “C’mon you and I both know that you’ll do it after that make out.”

He was right. With a sigh and a roll of your eyes you set to work, lips part and you set to it, licking, sucking, tasting the heady mix of your slick, his cum and of course the squirt and blood, all together it hits the palette in a not entirely unpleasant fashion. “There you go. Goood, knew you loved this jus' as much as me.”

He coos softly, his hand pats your cheek condescending, you didn't know about loving it just as much as him but it was fun and it did feel good. He asks, “You feelin’ better? No more pain?”

You think for a second and then slip him out of your mouth, “Damn it you bastard you were right!”

“I’m right all the time! Don’t sound so shocked!” He laughed and you protested, “I dunno, I wouldn’t say that you are right all the time.”

“Don’t make me fuck you until you literally can’t talk back.”

A heavy silence, you consider if you should, but then you decide it’s a good idea so you say, “I doubt you could.”

He sighs heavily, “Such a fuckin’ brat.”

“You love me.” You state simply and your note that he doesn’t correct you.

#Freddy Krueger X reader #slasher x reader #BHF writing #BHF asks #Hoooo #So never wrote period sex before but fuck it #Enjoy

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storyspothub · 10 months ago

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ionianwanderer · 2 years ago

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@essence-flux-primed // continued from here

As quickly as he wanted to move, to ravish him, who was he to not appreciate the thing of beauty before him? Even with Ezreal giving him exactly what he wanted he couldn’t help but take in the sight. Hair usually kept reasonably fluffy was now an absolute mess from all the dancing throughout the night, blond strands sticking to his forehead-- oh but they framed his eyes so perfectly. Yasuo’s gaze dips to Ezreal’s lips, flushed from how hard they’d crashed together moments before, god how he wanted to do it again till they bruised. He can’t help the way his hands begin to explore, too. A roughness in his touch as fingers glide across the blond’s stomach and are drawn upwards beneath his crop top, lingering there and holding him still as Yasuo presses his thigh further against him for leverage.

Yasuo finally closes in on the neck so graciously offered to him-- barely stopping himself from allowing teeth to catch sensitive skin. Breath hot against Ezreal as he pauses to quiet his lover with a low groan. Another thing he’d never admit was how badly Ezreal got under his skin when he talked like this, part of Yasuo mused that he had to know just how crazy it drove him.

"I remember thinking you were annoying--" The words are whispered harshly into the blond’s ear, followed by a small nip, a taste of the remedy Yasuo had planned for the bareness of his neck. “--I remember thinking ‘bout how badly I wanted to shut you up.”

He wastes no time, head dipping back down to bite against Ezreal’s neck before settling there long enough that surely it would leave a mark. Yasuo traces the bite gently with his tongue once he’s satisfied. Oh but it doesn’t end there, absolutely not-- Yasuo continues his crusade of marking Ezreal, leaving kisses and love bites in his wake as if it’d be the very last time he ever could. The very last bite finding its home against his clavicle, Yasuo using the hand beneath Ezreal’s shirt to pull it further down to allow him the space to claim him once more.It’s then he finally leans back, admiring his work proudly through half-lidded eyes. There’s a smugness in the way he tilts his head to get another good look at Ezreal, watching the bruises bloom across his neck. Yes… he was his.

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ishgardiantrickster · 2 years ago

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Punching It Out

She couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t her bed so she couldn’t sleep. Ella pressed her face into the harsh linen of her borrowed pillow and groaned. Anger flared in her once again. Brittle, dark anger. She couldn’t go home because she HAD no home to go to anymore. The Viera threw off her covers and put on her armor. She had to get out of the orphanage. Maybe run off her emotions. Again.

Ella stepped out into the cold night air of the Brume and looked around. Nobody was out, save for the watch; they wouldn’t bother her. She had long made it a habit to jog around the City proper, for her business and for her own sanity. She started up a slow run and took off. Her mind fixed on what she was going to do to remedy her homelessness. It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to the feeling, but that sense of safety was stolen away.

She huffed and ran faster, taking a familiar alleyway to avoid the night’s patrolman. The one that reminded her too much of her ex-lover. It had to be his night. Ella grit her teeth and slowed her pace and then slowed to a stop. This wasn’t helping. Perhaps a climb? The Viera looked upwards and took to the wall by way of notches that had long been there for this purpose. Soon, she was high above the alleyway, in a little spot she had made for herself.

If she couldn’t do violence to a living body, she could do it to a fake one. She had nicked a training dummy and had pulled it up here for her initial training in the martial arts. Ella had forgotten its existence until recently. Hay was everywhere but she ignored it and went about wrapping her knuckles in tape.

Punch after punch. A few kicks. More punching. It hardly made a dent in the dummy and hardly a dent was given to her anger. The tape wore down and soon, the red tang of blood reached her sensitive nose. Ella swore under her breath.

If she couldn’t punch it out, what was she to do?

#IC #Punch It Out

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Overuse Risks: Excessive whitening can weaken enamel and cause damage.

Conclusion

Teeth whitening is a highly effective way to enhance your smile and boost your self-esteem. By understanding the different options and following best practices, you can achieve and maintain a brighter, healthier smile. Always consult with your dentist before starting any whitening treatment to ensure it’s safe and suitable for your teeth.

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Do you feel a sharp, sudden pain in your teeth when you sip hot coffee or bite into an ice cream cone? Tooth sensitivity or sensitive teeth is a common issue, but the discomfort can be managed effectively with the right care. According to the Academy of General Dentistry, AGD – 40 million adults in the US suffer at some time from sensitive teeth. We’ve put together a list of 12 natural remedies for tooth sensitivity to help you ease the discomfort and protect your teeth.

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The Complete Guide to Common Dental Emergencies and Quick Solutions

I. Introduction

Dental emergencies can occur at the most unexpected times, causing severe discomfort and potentially leading to long-term oral health issues if not addressed promptly. But what exactly constitutes a dental emergency? Any situation involving acute pain, visible damage, or signs of infection in your teeth or gums can be classified as an emergency. Understanding these situations and knowing how to handle them can make a significant difference in preserving your dental health.

This guide aims to provide a comprehensive overview of common dental emergencies, quick solutions to manage them, and why seeking the help of a professional emergency dentist in Milton Keynes, is often the best course of action.

II. What Qualifies as a Dental Emergency?

Not every dental problem requires immediate professional attention. However, certain conditions warrant an emergency visit to a dentist. Some key characteristics of a dental emergency include:

Severe Pain: Persistent or worsening pain that interferes with daily activities.

Excessive Bleeding: Bleeding that doesn’t stop with basic first aid measures.

Tooth Loss or Damage: Any situation where a tooth is knocked out or visibly fractured.

Signs of Infection: Swelling, pus, or fever that may indicate an abscess.

Non-emergencies, such as minor tooth sensitivity or mild discomfort, can typically wait for a regular dental appointment. However, it is crucial to consult a professional if you are unsure.

III. Common Dental Emergencies

Toothache

Causes: Tooth decay, infections, or abscesses.

Quick Solution: Rinse your mouth with warm salt water to reduce bacteria. Over-the-counter pain relievers can provide temporary relief, but avoid placing aspirin directly on the tooth as it can damage gum tissue.

Broken or Chipped Tooth

Causes: Accidents, sports injuries, or biting hard objects.

Quick Solution: Rinse your mouth with warm water and save any broken pieces. Use dental wax or sugar-free gum to cover sharp edges and prevent further damage.

Knocked-Out Tooth

Causes: Trauma or sudden impact.

Quick Solution: Gently rinse the tooth with water, being careful not to remove any tissue fragments. Place the tooth back in its socket if possible, or store it in milk or saliva until you reach an emergency dentist.

Lost Filling or Crown

Causes: Wear and tear over time.

Quick Solution: Use dental cement or sugar-free gum to temporarily cover the exposed tooth. Schedule an emergency appointment to restore the filling or crown.

Abscessed Tooth

Causes: Bacterial infection at the root or in the gums.

Quick Solution: Rinse with salt water and apply a cold compress to reduce swelling. Seek immediate dental care to prevent the infection from spreading.

Soft Tissue Injuries

Causes: Biting your cheek or tongue, accidents, or irritation from braces.

Quick Solution: Rinse the area with cold water and apply pressure to stop bleeding. Use a cold compress to minimize swelling.

IV. Immediate Steps to Take in a Dental Emergency

Stay Calm and Assess the Situation

Panicking can make the situation worse. Take a deep breath and evaluate the severity of the issue.

Protect the Affected Area

Avoid chewing or putting pressure on the injured part of your mouth. Keep the area clean to prevent infection.

At-Home Remedies

Use cold compresses to reduce swelling and over-the-counter pain relievers for discomfort. Avoid placing hot or cold substances directly on the injured area.

Contact an Emergency Dentist

Clearly describe your symptoms when calling the emergency dentist. If you are in Milton Keynes, professional emergency dental services are readily available to address your needs.

V. Prevention Tips for Avoiding Dental Emergencies

1) Maintain Good Oral Hygiene

Brush and floss regularly to prevent cavities and gum disease.

2) Wear Protective Gear

Use a mouthguard during sports or high-impact activities.

3) Be Cautious with Your Diet

Avoid biting hard foods like ice or unpopped popcorn kernels.

4) Schedule Regular Dental Check-Ups

Routine visits help catch potential issues early, reducing the likelihood of emergencies.

5) Avoid Risky Habits

Don’t use your teeth as tools to open packages or bite your nails.

VI. When to Seek Professional Help

Certain symptoms require immediate attention, such as:

Persistent pain or swelling

Bleeding that doesn’t stop

Loose or missing teeth due to trauma

If you’re unsure, it’s better to err on the side of caution and contact an emergency dentist. Milton Keynes residents, for instance, have access to several 24/7 dental clinics equipped to handle urgent cases.

VII. Costs and Insurance for Emergency Dental Care

1) Typical Costs

Emergency dental services can vary depending on the procedure, ranging from simple fillings to root canal treatments.

2) Insurance Coverage

Many insurance plans cover at least a portion of emergency dental care. Check with your provider to understand your benefits.

3) Managing Costs Without Insurance

Some clinics offer payment plans or discounts for uninsured patients. Consider asking about financial options when booking an appointment.

VIII. Pros of Choosing a Professional Emergency Dentist in Milton Keynes Over Natural Remedies

While natural remedies like clove oil or saltwater rinses can provide temporary relief, they often fall short in addressing the root cause of a dental emergency. Here are some benefits of choosing a professional emergency dentist:

Accurate Diagnosis: Dentists use advanced tools to identify the exact issue, ensuring effective treatment.

Long-Term Solutions: Professional care prevents complications, saving you from more extensive and costly procedures later.

Immediate Relief: Emergency dentists can offer pain relief and restore functionality quickly.

Expertise and Safety: Dentists in Milton Keynes are trained to handle emergencies efficiently, minimizing risks.

Natural remedies can complement professional care but should never replace it. Delaying treatment can lead to worsening conditions, such as spreading infections or permanent tooth loss.

IX. Conclusion

Dental emergencies can be stressful, but knowing how to handle them and when to seek help can protect your oral health. Immediate action, combined with the expertise of an emergency dentist, is crucial for resolving these issues effectively. If you’re in Milton Keynes, professional emergency dental services are just a call away, offering prompt and reliable care. Prioritize your dental health to prevent emergencies, but when they occur, trust the professionals to provide the best solutions.

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top-dental-clinic-in-hyderabad · 6 days ago

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Is Teeth Whitening Safe? Here’s What Avighna’s Experts Have to Say

In today’s fast-paced world, where appearances matter more than ever, teeth whitening has become a go-to solution for individuals seeking to enhance their smiles. Whether you’re a bride or groom preparing for the big day, a business owner making a great first impression, or a student aiming to exude confidence, a bright smile can make all the difference. But the question remains—is teeth whitening safe? To address this concern, Avighna’s experts from the Top Dental Clinic in Hyderabad weigh in with their professional insights.

The Growing Popularity of Teeth Whitening

Teeth whitening is no longer a luxury; it has become a routine dental procedure for many. According to a recent study, the global teeth whitening market was valued at $6.14 billion in 2021 and is expected to grow at a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 5% until 2028. In India, the demand for teeth whitening services has surged, especially among younger demographics and professionals who prioritize their oral aesthetics. With such popularity, understanding the safety and efficacy of these procedures is essential.

What is Teeth Whitening?

Teeth whitening is a cosmetic procedure designed to remove stains and discoloration from teeth. The process can involve:

In-Office Whitening: Performed by professionals at clinics such as the Top Dental Clinic in Hyderabad, this method uses advanced bleaching agents and light activation to deliver quick results.

At-Home Whitening Kits: These include whitening strips, gels, and trays, often recommended by dentists for convenience.

Natural Remedies: While popular in India, methods like using baking soda or activated charcoal lack scientific validation and may cause enamel damage.

Why Do Teeth Get Discolored?

Discoloration occurs due to several reasons:

Dietary Habits: Consumption of tea, coffee, and spicy foods common in Indian cuisine can lead to staining.

Smoking and Tobacco Use: A significant cause of yellowing teeth.

Aging: Enamel wears down over time, revealing the yellow dentin beneath.

Poor Oral Hygiene: Inadequate brushing and flossing contribute to plaque buildup and discoloration.

Is Teeth Whitening Safe?

When performed under professional supervision, teeth whitening is considered safe. Dr. Rajesh Varma, a leading dental expert at the Top Dental Clinic in Hyderabad, explains: “Modern whitening procedures use advanced formulations that are both effective and gentle on the enamel. However, it’s crucial to consult a qualified dentist to avoid potential side effects.”

Key Safety Measures:

Professional Evaluation: Always have your teeth examined before opting for whitening to rule out issues like cavities or gum disease.

Customized Treatment Plans: Dentists provide personalized solutions based on your dental history and sensitivity levels.

FDA-Approved Products: Ensure that only certified whitening agents are used during the procedure.

The Role of the Top Dental Clinic in Hyderabad

Avighna’s experts pride themselves on offering safe and effective teeth whitening solutions. Here’s what sets them apart:

State-of-the-Art Technology: The clinic employs the latest tools and equipment to deliver optimal results.

Highly Qualified Dentists: With years of experience, the team ensures patient comfort and safety throughout the procedure.

Customized Care: Each patient receives a tailored treatment plan that aligns with their goals and dental health.

Top Wedding Photography Trends and the Role of a Bright Smile

In India, wedding photography has evolved significantly, with trends like candid photography, drone shots, and pre-wedding shoots gaining traction. A radiant smile plays a pivotal role in enhancing these moments. Brides and grooms often seek teeth whitening to ensure their smiles stand out in high-definition photographs.

According to Avighna’s experts, the ideal time to undergo whitening is 2-4 weeks before the wedding. This allows sufficient time for any minor sensitivity to subside, ensuring you can smile confidently on your big day.

Common Myths About Teeth Whitening

Myth: Whitening weakens teeth.

Fact: When done professionally, it strengthens enamel by removing stains.

Myth: Results are permanent.

Fact: Maintenance is key, as factors like diet and lifestyle can cause re-staining.

Myth: DIY methods are equally effective.

Fact: Natural remedies can damage enamel if used excessively.

Exclusive Offers at the Top Dental Clinic in Hyderabad

To make your journey to a brighter smile more accessible, Avighna’s clinic offers:

Festive Discounts: Up to 20% off on teeth whitening services for a limited time.

Bridal Packages: Comprehensive dental care plans tailored for brides and grooms.

Referral Benefits: Earn discounts by referring friends and family.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q1: How long do whitening results last?

A: Results typically last 6 months to 2 years, depending on your oral care routine.

Q2: Is teeth whitening suitable for everyone?

A: While generally safe, it’s not recommended for pregnant women, children under 16, or individuals with untreated dental issues.

Q3: Can whitening remove all types of stains?

A: Professional whitening is effective for extrinsic stains but may not work on intrinsic discoloration caused by trauma or medication.

Conclusion

Teeth whitening, when performed by professionals at theTop Dental Clinic in Hyderabad, is a safe and effective way to achieve a dazzling smile. Whether you’re preparing for your wedding, enhancing your professional image, or simply boosting your confidence, a brighter smile can transform your life. Avighna’s experts are here to guide you every step of the way, ensuring your journey to a radiant smile is smooth and satisfying.

Don’t wait! Book your consultation today and take the first step toward a more confident you. Embrace the power of a brilliant smile with Avighna’s expert care.

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