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Every time my mother says
"I was blessed. I had such easy children."
I die a little inside
Were we easy?
These kids
That hid hurricanes in their chests
That cry when an adult sounds upset
Even now
These kids
That watered themselves down
In as many ways as they could
These kids
That our older sister raised for so long
That cower when our father starts cleaning
His rage all too familiar
And when I confide in her now
And she says
"I wish you had told me you felt that way then. I would have done something."
I tear inside
Because I did
I did
I did
I did
I did
I did
aas
#she saw the wounds on my hips#and let me keep knives in my room#i love my mother#i want to get as far away from her as i can#my poetry#poem#my poem#original poem#aas#writing#are my mommy issues showing?#poem about moms
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letters (MV33)
ê° max verstappen x childhoodbestfriend! reader ê±
synopsisâit was confusing, even though you were continents apart, you never understood why max never responded to your letters, until you attend the belgium gp to finally get the answers you were looking for. inspired by the prompt, "why did you never reply to my letters?" "you wrote me letters?"
genreâ fluffy, the fluffiest fluff i've ever fluffed.
word countâ 4.4k
aria yapsâ i have worked on this non-stop for two days, and i loved the way it turned out, maybe one of my favorite works. enjoy reading this as much as i enjoy writing this!!
SECOND PART
she was always around max, either from the sidelines or the first person max ran to when he won a race, it was always her. not even his father, even though he held his father to the highest regard, but it was always her.
the little wrinkles on the edge of her eyes when she smiled at him, the way her lips would curl up, or the way she would giggle every. single. time. that he would come and hug her after every race finish. he remembers it all. and the way he would snuggle his face in the crook of her neck and asked her softly after he would win a race, 'did you see me win, schatje?'
she would always smile back with a laugh, 'of course i did maxie.'
it was always about max, her life revolved around him, whether he liked it or not. she adored him and maybe he adored her a little bit more. they were childhood friends, they were inseparable since they were little babies, their mothers being friends made it even harder for the both of them to not be attached at the hip.
she loved being in his presence and he loved her.
the divorce between jos and sophie was hard on max, he blamed himself and his career but she was always there to tell him that it's not his fault. that their decision was their own and she never forgot to tell max that it wasn't his fault, no matter how much they told him that it was.
she saw the way jos had pushed max to his limits, get physical with his own son and his way of escaping that life was run to her arms, she was there tending to every bruise, every wound whether physical or emotional. she was his rock and it was final. nothing anyone could ever say or do would change his name.
"schatje," max had gently woken her up from her slumber, and she stirred awake from his soft voice, she noticed where she was and finally remembered what happened.
max had finished lower than expected and jos had thrown hurtful things about max, she was there on his mother's couch, comforting him and had fallen asleep that way, with max on her lap, "are you sleepy?"
she shook her head, not wanting to admit that yes, indeed she was sleepy, but if max needed comfort then that wasn't a big deal to her, "what's wrong maxie?"
"nothing, you can sleep on my bed if you're tired. i can sleep here," max had brushed a stray strand of her hair behind her ear but she refused, she hated taking his bed because she knew how uncomfortable the couch was, she wanted him to sleep well.
but he wouldn't allow her to take the couch, so they both slept on sophie's couch almost cuddled with eachother because they were both stubborn.
max was necessarily content with how he was living his life right now, but she made it better and that's all he could ask for. was it her smile? maybe her presence? max didn't care. the first memory he could remember from his early childhood was her, and it was etched into his memory like stone.
she was content with being max's rock, she was there to keep him grounded and she too only had memories of him from her early childhood. she wouldn't replace him for the world, he was too precious for anything in this earthly world.
but there was one day, it felt like a bomb dropped on her. her father had told her that he would have to move to korea to continue work, and she didn't know how to break the news to max until a few days before she had to leave.
she knew it was wrong to keep something this big away from max, but she was so stricken with anxiety that she never got the chance to until max came over to her house and saw all the packed boxes with their belongings.
"why didn't you tell me sooner?" max was angry, she could tell, by the way he was pacing around her room, looking at the packed boxes around. max thought he meant more to her than just a measly friend, he felt frustratedâ betrayed almost. why wouldn't she tell him? why would she keep something as big as this away from him?
"why didn't you say something before? why now? why before you could see me race this weekend?" max was raising his voice now, and she didn't know what to do. her eyes turned glassy and those doe eyes max loved so much just looked so sad.
she stayed quiet, a guilty look on her face. she knew max would break from the news, and she knew that it would affect his performance, but she didn't know how to stay, how to convince her father that she didn't want to go, so yet again, she stayed silent in important moments of her life.
"schatje, can you say something? say anything?!" max yelled and she flinches, she didn't know what to say or what to do, she wanted to say something, say anything. but nothing would come to her lips. it was so hard for her when he was angry like this, it reminded her of his father and his father was deathly scary when angry.
a sigh escapes max's lips when he sees her flinch, coming close to her to wrap her in a hug. tears escaped from her eyes as she held onto max tight, "i didn't know how to tell you," she whispers into max's ear but max didn't say anything to that, just held her even tighter and he did not want to let go.
"it's okay schatje, i'm not mad at you. i could never get mad at you, i'm sorry for raising my voice. i just don't want you to go," tears started to escape max's eyes too, he didn't want to see her go. he wanted her to stay, and she did too. but the universe was pulling them apart and there was nothing either of them could do about it.
the ride to the airport was tough, being only fifteen and sixteen respectively. max held her hand the entire time, not wanting to let go, he didn't want her to leave, she was his biggest support system and he couldn't imagine her gone like that.
she was the most scared of the two of them, what if her father never returned to belgium? what if she was stuck there in korea forever? what if she never got to see his pretty blue eyes anymore?
max was the one to ground her, no longer lost in her thoughts, "can you promise me we'll keep in touch? or maybe visit from time to time?" max was holding onto her hands tightly, she felt like they would bruise, she could only smile and nod.
her mother had called her over, it was time to go. she looked at max for what it felt like the last time and left her life in belgium.
dear schatje,
hi, this is the first week that you're gone and it's bene been so hard without you here with me. i forgot that you weren't here anymore and i was expecting to see your face, but when i didn't, i may or may not have almost cried.
i miss you so much. tell me how it is in korea, is it cold? do they have bears there? what about the food? is it good? can you eat it? i heard there's a lot of spiy spicy food there? honestly i don't care about what they have there, i just care about you.
when can you visit again? can you tell me if you're ever coming back? i'm so worried about you there, i miss you... so much schatje.
written with a lot of love, your maxie.
max always handed off his letters to his father, telling his father to hand it off to his mother because apparently they kept in contact and wanted to send it off to the post office on behalf of him.
he just wondered how she was doing there.
it's been months and countless of letters max had sent, and none of them replied. he was starting to lose hope, he didn't want to think that his best friend would forget about him so easily like that, but he held out hope. he knew that she wouldn't magically forget about him now that she was there.
jealousy bubbled within him when he realized that she would be meeting new people, what if she met someone like him? who enjoyed karting and wanted to steal her attention?
no, he couldn't be thinking like that. he loved her and he knew she loved him as much as he did, so he told himself to just be patient, maybe letters to korea took months to reach?
the naviety was almost laughable but he was fine with it. he just wanted to hear back from his pretty girl.
"i do not understand why you keep writing letters to that stupid girl, she doesn't reply to you and all it does is distract you," jos had reprimanded his son, but max was stubborn. he didn't care what his father had to say, he loved all of her, even when she was thousands of kilometers away. he wanted to talk, even when she never replied.
max was in the process of writing another letter, but he never listened to his father, not about her. not about how much of a distraction she's been to his career, he didn't care. he used it as motivation to get better on the track, so the next time she saw him, he would be a world champion, that's what he silently promised to her.
it had been two years, and he hadn't heard a peep back. slowly, he was starting to lose hope but he couldn't lose hope, every single time he would send off the letters, he told himself that maybe it got lost in the mail.
max kept writing though.
max's debut in f1 was explosive to say the least, his interviews would absolutely go viral by the things he was saying in them. he didn't understand why, he just said what was on his mind.
what was truly on his mind was her.
was he not good enough for her? was him being in f1 not enough to impress her? why wouldn't she write back?
oh god how he missed her.
he still wrote to her weekly, it was religious at this point. he never forgot and he always told his father to send them off to his mother and the week after that was always disappointment because he wouldn't hear anything back.
little did he know, she never received those letters.
max had slowly stopped writing letters as he got into f1, he didn't see a point in it anymore. she never replied. she didn't care. letters didn't take years to reach korea, and he finally lost hope.
winning his first championship felt empty, the pretty girl who used to be waiting for him wasn't there for him anymore. of course, he was happy to win such an impressive feat, who wouldn't? but it just... lacked her.
max indeed lost hope that she would ever write back, but never lost hope that she was out there, somewhere, watching him race every single week and beat the shit out of his rivals. she loved watching him race and that's what he intended to do until the day he died, he wanted to impress her, maybe that was his ulterior motive to becoming a formula one driver.
all just to impress his best friend who had lost contact with him for a decade now.
"you need to stop figdeting so much," her mother had scolded her, she could only laugh nervously and stop fidgeting around. she wondered why max never wrote back to her, she had written him letters. did he hate her for moving out to korea and not coming to visit belgium?
she shook the thoughts out of her head, she was here now. for his home race, and for the rest of her life. her father had now decided to move back to belgium, because and i quote, 'i don't want my daughter to lose touch with her culture'.
she was 26 now, and she had guessed that he turned 27 not too long ago. it's been so long since she talked to him and she hoped that the spark that she had been yearning for had not been lost to the passages of time.
getting the paddock passes was not easy, it was a war and a half but she managed to snag some for herself and a friend that wanted to visit belgium and would arrive later on in the week.
"how did you even manage to get paddock passes for us?" heejin, her friend that wanted to visit had asked, she could only laugh and explain how she got them, it was a war and a half. heejin laughed along with her as they both arrived and scanned their passes at the entrance.
"i'm gonna meet my best friend hereâ well it's complicated. i don't think he considers me a best friend anymore, but i still do," she had softly told heejin who was a big formula one fan even before meeting her, heejin raised her eyebrow when she said that.
the both of them were walking down the paddock, passing all of the different team's hospitalities. heejin raised her eyebrow at her friend, who shrugged.
"who's your best friend?" heejin had asked as they pass by the red bull hospitality, she stopped which signalled heejin to stop as well, she looked at the redbull in awe. she hadn't been to a formula one race yet, the closest she'd been was to karting but that didn't bring on the feelings she felt when standing in front of this red bull building.
"well, he's driving the number one car."
"YOUR BEST FRIEND IS MAX VERSTAPPEN?!"
"YOUR BEST FRIEND IS MAX VERSTAPPEN?!"
max had heard a girl yell, he slowly turned his head. he was confused, he didn't have a best friendâ well not anymore. she had moved to korea, all memories of her stuck in his head being replayed all over and over again.
that's all he had left of her.
the other girl shushed the girl who yelled, and that's when it dawned on max. the other girl looked awfully familiar, he couldn't quite place why she looked so familiar but she looked like her, like his best friend.
"shh! you can't just yell that out in public," she clamped a hand on her friend's mouth, "they're gonna think i'm insane!" then the both of them giggled, it did sound ridiculous but now he was curious.
was she back? was that her? who was she with? is that her new best friend? is that her?
as they both walked away, max wanted to run up to them, to ask that one particular girl what her name was. what she was doing here and who she was with but all of that died when he got approached by his race engineer.
then he forgot all about that familiar girl that he saw in front of the red bull hospitality.
max would only get another glimpse of her when it was race day, they were walking through the paddock in a similar fashion, but max promised to himself that he would approach them, that he would ask but there was doubt in his heart.
what if she forgot about him?
she couldn't, right?
and so approach them he did, tapping the girl that he felt was so familiar to on the shoulder, she had turned around and they had locked eyes.
it was as if she never left.
the sparks, they all came rushing back and then his heart started beating out of his chest, he wanted to ask so many questions, why she was here, who she was with, when she came backâ why she came back, why she never wrote him back.
but the only thing that left his lips were a simple, "hi."
heejin was freaking out, she could tell. she knew that heejin was a big red bull fan too, always talking about how the team was dominating and they had the better car. she had heard all about it. but the little dutchboy she left all those years ago was standing in front of her and not-so little anymore and all those thoughts about her girlfriend was forgotten.
he looked the same, but grown and decked out in red bull merch. she wanted to laugh at how innocent he looked when he tapped her on the shoulder to get her to turn around, he looked stupid, stupidly cute.
all of those feelings from when she was back in belgium came back, she almost forgot what it felt like to be around maxâ her max. he looked like he was going to cry when he got a good look at her, that he finally realized that yes, it's her. the one that left him in belgium all those years ago.
and maybe she could cry too.
"maxie?" a familiar nickname slipped from her lips and she didn't get a response back, but a bear hug in return.
god, her scent. it was everything to him. he fucking missed itâ miss her.
"i thought... i thought you forgot about me," max buried his face into the crook of her neck, she too wrapped her arms around max and buried her face into his chest. his voice was so vulnerable, all she wanted to do was curl around him and tell him that she would never.
she shook her head as she sank into the hug, "i could never forget my maxie," she mumbled into his chest, he held onto her tighter. he never wanted to let go, not now, not ever. she was where she was finally supposed to be, right in his arms.
once they got time alone after his race, max had stolen her away from her friend and dragged her into his driver's room, locking the door and pushing her against the wall, slamming his lips onto hers. he had been dreaming about this for so long, his lips on hers.
he didn't want to so sexual with her, no not yet. being in the small driver's room where they couldn't be free out of the public eye wasn't a good place. he just wanted to touch her, hold her, love her, make sure that she knew how much he had missed this.
missed them being together.
her hands instinctively went up to hold onto his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he kissed her softly. the feelings going through him were a mix of nostalgia, longing and love. he loved her for so long and it was so like her to show up when it mattered the most.
he won it for her today, to show her, that the little max she knew still had it in him to win and to impress her even with a world championship under his belt.
she felt the softness and the gentleness that max was touching her with, she knew how much he loved her. how much he care, how much he longed for her touch and she did too, only so much more.
she had so many questions in her, on why he never replied to the letters she sent or why he never sent any himself, not knowing what happened with her letters and why they never arrived properly.
but she didn't care at the moment, all she cared about was that she was safely in his arms, never to be let go ever again.
safe to say, her lips were to the point of bruising that night. max had forbade her to go back home, or to be away from his sight. he had kissed her silly, not wanting to let her go and there she was, settled nicely in his arms.
it's not like she wanted to go anywhere anyway.
the movie in the background was long forgotten, max's lips felt like they were molded for hers. he had waited for her for so long, waited to feel her skin after so long and this just felt right, it felt right when he was with her.
"maxieâ mmhhâ my love, stop," she had to talk in between kisses, max didn't want to let her go, his fingers were basically imprinted onto her waist. she was straddling max as he sat upright and kissed her, so softly. like she would break if he was any harder, even though he absolutely did want to kiss her harder.
max released her from the kiss with a pout, his pretty lips were red and swollen from all the kissing they did. everything in the world just seemed to fade into the background when they were together, like everyone else in this world was so insignificant for their time and they were the only people worthy of each other's time.
"but why? i wanna kiss you, i miss you. i have waited for you for ten years, the least you can do is let me kiss you until you're sick of me," max mumbled against her lips and all she could do was giggle.
god, her laugh, he loved it.
she shook her head and left a final peck on his lips, "because i want to talk maxie, we can't just kiss whatever questions we have for eachother away," she told him but he seemed to think otherwise, she had moved back to put a bit of distance in between them, to make sure max didn't go in to kiss her again.
"oh yes we can, i don't care about the questions, schatje. i just wanna be with you, just like old days, but now it's so different because in those ten years without you, i finally realized what i felt and how i felt for you and i can't wait any damn longer to finally kiss those pretty lips of yours, so please. just let me do this for another three hours and we can talk," max begged as he pulled her closer.
she couldn't imagine kissing for another three hours as they spent the last hour doing it, but with him? she would do it for another life-time if she could.
the both of them later had the serious talk when they were done kissing each other, now wanting answers from eachother. their legs were tangled and intertwined with each other's, not wanting to let go from their skin to skin contact.
"first off, why did you never reply to my letters? i wrote you so many. so many that i lost count, i would always write to you but you never replied, why?" max's voice came out strained, all of the painful feelings from the last ten years of his life were coming out, her doe eyes looked up from where she was, laying against his chest.
"you wrote me letters? i wrote you letters, you never replied. i thought you got too busy with your karting career to replyâ"
"i could never get too busy to reply to you, but i never got any of your letters, schatje," max murmured against her forehead, kissing it gently after he spoke. she hummed a response before it dawned on her, she had always sent the letters to his father's address and she knew that his father wasn't fond of her, even offering her a huge lump sum of cash just for her to stay away from his son but she never accepted it, always choosing to be beside max, no matter what happened.
she looked up and sighed, she knew what happened now, she connected the pieces, "did you send your letters off to your dad?" she asked, and max nodded before it dawned on him too.
"that fucker hid the letters from you and never sent mine..."
she could only nod sadly, but it didn't matter now. all that mattered was that they were reconnected now.
scattered around them were the countless of letters max had written to her and all of the letters from her that he never received, the years of pining, longingâ all of them tucked neatly away into these little envelopes that held all of those unsaid feelings.
a soft sigh escapes her lips, she looked at all of them, there were hundreds maybe. all of them posted to where she stayed in korea but never sent, always kept in a big box where all of his letters were and hers were stuffed in there in a similar fashion.
her heart clenched when she saw how many there were, there were far more many than whatever she sent, even though she did send quite a big sum.
when max had found out, he stormed into jos' house and demanded to ask why he never sent out the letters that he wrote and a big fight broke out, she had to hold of max from physically harming his own father. then they left after given the big box filled with letters.
"there's so many..." she watched in awe as all of them were sorted by date, from the latest to the earliest, max looked up at her with those big blue icy eyes of his, he looked really sad. stuck in his feelings almost, not understand why his father would do whatever he did in the past.
max held her hand gently, pulling her into his embrace, "i have always loved you, even when i was a little kid. i just didn't understand what those feelings were, i just acted on how i felt and being away from you... i just couldn't. so i sent you my love in the form of these letters."
she left a lingering kiss on his cheek, she felt sorry for having to leave all those years ago. she should've fought, should've stood her ground on how much she wanted to stay but she was just a 16 year old kid who didn't know how to, "i know. i'm sorry i had to leave all those years ago."
"don't apologize, schatje. i have never blamed you for leaving me. i have always held love for you in my heart, even if you didn't know it."
"i always knew max, and i still do."
very willing to do a part 2 to this btw, will only do it when requested tho. not proofread, excuse grammar mistakes.
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Healing Kisses
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader
Summary: After an injury on a normal day of training, Aemond Targaryen has difficulty understanding what it feels like to be cared for by his sweet wife, mainly because he is not used to receiving healing kisses.
WARNING: +18. Fluff, Fluff, Fluff and and a little bit of hot, Aemond trying to understand feelings, a bit of blood, basically a lot of softness, no description for the reader.
Word cont: 2.600 k
Author's note: Ok, I was minding my own business and this story just slipped my mind and ended up on my phone. I hope you guys like our guy trying to understand what love is hahaha đđđ.
It had been about two months since Lady Y/n had gotten married, to Prince Aemond Targaryen. From the first day she saw him, she found him a disturbing man, with his silver hair, the black eye patch over one eye, the marked jaw that looked like it could cut the tips of her fragile fingers. He always seemed to be watching everything going on around him with trained eyes that she swore could see right through her.
Y/n's mother had prepared her her entire life for marriage, but not for a marriage with Aemond. Nothing was as she expected, since her husband seemed to have his own way of doing things, always silent and taciturn, just muttering from time to time, and most of the time she couldn't even decipher what he was saying, she didn't even know if he was speaking the same language as her at times.
The most unexpected thing of all, considering how reserved he normally behaved, was the fact that he liked to touch her when they were together in the martial chambers. Y/n felt her skin boiling every night with every touch he directed at her, sometimes harder, sometimes softer, but always firmly squeezing her waist, hips and breasts. Always doing things to her that Lady Y/n had not thought possible until marriage, and that just the mere thought of it made her blush and feel her skin heat up. The way he lay against her back after having poured himself inside her to the last drop and kept squeezing her breasts in a languid and soft way made her shiver.
But Y/n wasn't satisfied. She couldn't accept the fact that her Husband had such passionate touches for her at night, but didn't let her get close to him during the day, either physically or emotionally. Y/n respected him in that regard, aiming for nothing more than to be a good and obedient wife, but she wouldn't give up so easily. And with this in mind, she began to try to include herself in Aemond's daily activities and personal tastes.
Reading about the history of his ancestors, observing his favorite foods, sewing his clothes personally and even reading an old book she found in the library written by a maester who promised to teach Valyrian to even the most obtuse person. Which only made her feel even more foolish since she didn't understand a thing.
One of the best parts of trying to include herself in her husband's daily routine was watching his daily training, she usually did it in the morning after breakfast and even after a whole month watching him fight she still hadn't gotten used to the fact that he was so good, the sword seemed like an extension of his own arm and she had to restrain herself from sighing a few times while admiring him.
Until one particularly boring afternoon she decided to go down to the courtyard, since the library was very stuffy and she heard a maid saying that Aemond was fighting with Sir Criston Cole. As soon as she arrived, she leaned on the windowsill along with some other ladies, smiling as she watched her husband a little below, but the smile died on her lips a few minutes later when Aemond didn't dodge fast enough and Cole's blade wounded him in the left shoulder, drawing blood and staining the knight's sword.
Y/n's eyes widened when she saw her husband's blood and she felt her stomach churn. Aemond put his hand to his wounded shoulder and frowned, then returned to the fight furiously, disarming Cole, who apologized to the prince, but said that it wouldn't have happened if he had kept his guard up and focused.
Aemond just put away his own sword and walked with long strides into the Keep. Y/n could barely see what was in front of her, she just walked towards her husband with her eyes burning with concern.
-Husband! - She tried to reach him, but Aemond was walking too fast towards his own chambers. - Husband, please wait! Your arm is injured, you need to go see a maester!
Aemond entered the chambers, leaving the door open as he passed, as his wife followed closely behind.
-It was just a scratch, wife. - Aemond stated as she looked at him with tears in her eyes. - I'm going to be fine, it doesn't even hurt.
-Husband, if you're not going to let the maester look at this wound, at least let me take care of you! - She begged in a very worried voice, approaching him.
And with a snort, valuing his peace of mind, Aemond removed his doublet and undershirt, which had bloodstains at the site of the wound.
-By the gods, husband! - Y/n's eyes widened when she saw his shoulder. - How can you tell me this is just a scratch?
-Sit down here! - She pushed him down onto the chair with a very stern voice, and Aemond frowned - she had never used such a tone with him, always gentle and submissive to his wishes. - Don't move, I'll get hot water and an herbal ointment.
A little while later she returned with a basin full of water and a tray filled with things that a maid had brought. And Aemond watched with a very serious frown as she leaned over him with a clean, damp cloth, cleaning the coagulated blood with a very concentrated look on her face.
He barely realized that she had spoken to him, completely lost in what was happening.
- Husband? - She called him a little closer, stopping to clean the wound.
- Mmmm? - Aemond looked at her slightly confused when he finally realized that she was talking to him.
-I asked him if by chance it hurts. - She smiled, now using her usual sweet and gentle voice and Aemond didn't know why his belly warmed, but not with the excitement that had become so common in the last two months whenever he was near his wife, but with an unknown feeling.
- No. - He shook his head slowly as he answered. - I don't feel anything.
Nothing but a tingling where her warm and soft hand rested.
- Are you sure, husband? - Her look was doubtful as she frowned, Aemond just nodded and she continued her work. As soon as she finished cleaning the area, she left a few soft kisses on the wound and Aemond felt that a rope had pulled him through his navel at that moment.
-W-What are you doing? - He ended up stuttering unintentionally as he formed the sentence, feeling the skin where his wife was touching him warm as if she had touched him with a hot coal.
-Healing kisses. - She murmured simply against his heated and slightly reddened skin. - To help you heal faster.
Aemond frowned with his eyes slightly pressed together, enjoying that unfamiliar sensation in a strange way.
-And do they work? - He asked as if he suddenly had no control over his own tongue and felt very stupid for it as soon as he spoke.
-I believe so. - She smiled at him, leaving one last kiss at the end of the open wound, and Aemond felt less stupid for some reason after that.
-I'm going to apply the herbal ointment, okay? - She walked to the table, picking up one of the clay pots with a greenish, pasty mixture inside. - The maester said it should burn.
With a delicacy that Aemond had never felt in his entire life, she deposited the ointment on the open wound and gradually spread it with her fingertips, showing a look of implacable concentration on her face as if this were something of extreme importance.
Aemond hated wandering hands on him, hated receiving treatment from the maesters with their rough and hard touches, but with his wife it was different, the touches were so sweet and gentle that they were making him drowsy. And when she left more kisses after finishing applying the green ointment he thought that his mind had left his body and gone to another dimension.
-Mmmm.
-I hurt you? - She sounded very worried as she brought her right hand to the side of his face.
-Not at all. - He practically sighed, laying his head against her hand, and Y/n felt her heart warm when she had that reaction of familiarity from him.
-You need to take a bath, husband. - She stroked his cheek with her thumb, enjoying the moment where she was allowed to, smiling sweetly at him. - And after that I move on to another herb that the maester sent.
Aemond agreed, just nodding positively, feeling his whole body as if it were pleasantly numb as he walked towards the bathtub full of warm water on the other side of the rooms. And making him feel even lighter Y/n untied the front of his pants, blushing slightly as she helped him get completely undressed.
With a sideways smile at seeing his wife's reaction to his nudity, Aemond entered the bathtub, murmuring in satisfaction with the temperature of the water.
Y/n, her face still warm, knelt at the foot of the bathtub and gently massaged his uninjured shoulder, leaving sweet kisses there.
-This shoulder is not hurt. - Aemond spoke to her in a soft voice for the first time, making her smile against his damp skin.
-It must be at least sore from the effort. - She murmured very close to his neck, making him smile even though she couldn't see it.
-Join me, wife. - He turned his head back, watching her with a calm gaze.
And with a shy and very happy smile, Y/n removed her own clothes under the watchful eye of Aemond, who sighed when she was completely naked and embarrassed in front of him. The prince always found it sweet how she had not yet lost her shyness when being naked in front of him in these two months of marriage.
Y/n entered the bathtub and before she could sit on the other end of the bathtub he pulled her to sit on his thighs, leaving his wife very close to him, making her sigh.
-Are you sure it doesn't hurt at all, husband? - She gently ran her fingertips over the injured area.
-Mmmm. - He shook his head. - But I could use more kisses.
And with butterflies in her stomach Y/n did so, leaving sweet and moist kisses around her husband's shoulder who just laid his head back in contentment.
-You know if I had an injury like that I would be in a lot of pain. - She looked at him from under her eyelashes. - You are so strong husband.
Aemond had never felt so imposing in his entire life as when he heard his wife saying in that sweet and soft voice how strong he was, while looking at him from under her eyelashes sitting naked on his cock.
-I havenât felt so much pain since I lost my eye. - Aemond didn't know where that had come from, he felt so relaxed at that moment that the words just flowed through his tongue with ease in a strange way. - It seems that I have become a little insensitive to slight pain.
Y/n gently ran her hand over his face where the eye patch was still firmly in place even during the bath. And after taking a deep breath fearing rejection after a day with so many advances she asked.
-Can I see husband?
Aemond automatically looked away, staring at his wife's breasts while his hands firmly locked on her waist.
-You don't want to see that, wife. - He muttered through his teeth. - It's not pleasant to look at.
-I think everything about you is pleasing to the eye, husband. - She tried to encourage him by stroking the scarred cheek below the eye patch, but still feeling afraid that he would push her away from him. - I would appreciate it very much if you let me see all of you.
And even fearful of his wife's reaction, taken by that strange and unfamiliar feeling in the midst of that moment of softness, Aemond removed the eye patch and dropped it on the floor next to the bathtub without looking her in the eyes.
Aemond's stomach turned as much as it had flown for the first time on Vhagar when he felt his wife's soft lips placing a gentle kiss against the deformed skin where his eye had once been.
-Gavy. (Gevie -Beautiful) - Her voice sounded like a very poor attempt at High Valyrian and Aemond's eyebrows arched.
-Where did you learn that?
-I read it in a book in the library. - She lowered her eyes in embarrassment. - Was the pronunciation bad?
-It was perfect. - He murmured with his eyes closed, lost in those sensations as he felt her sweet kisses against his face.
And with redoubled affection Y/n washed the herbs from Aemond's body and with a smile noticed that the redness had divided quite a bit, as well as the bleeding.
-After the bath I need to apply another ointment to you according to the maester, husband. - She smiled completely happy with her husband's moment of confidence. - To help it heal, he said.
-Mmm. - Aemond would let her do anything about him, as long as he could feel the softness of his wife's touch and her care and concern directed at him.
And with a sigh he trailed kisses down her soft neck, drawing low sighs and gasps from those gentle lips.
-I want you to be the one to take care of me from now on, wife. - He continued kissing her, and with a smile of pure contentment Y/n nodded positively to her husband.
-It is a pleasure for me to take care of you, husband. - She sighed at him in joy, making Aemond's heart accelerate in a strange way that made him want to vomit. He didn't understand what it was, it wasn't desire, something he was very familiar with as he desired his wife constantly, yes he was hard against her wet intimacy, but there was more.
There was something strange consuming him inside without explanation and he felt that even if he took her at that moment he wouldn't be close enough to her. And as he slid into her warm and receptive intimacy, he could feel his wife's arms hugging him tightly and pulling him closer and closer to her while she left kisses on his shoulders and face, making him lose himself inside her, feeling more and more of that sensation as strong as the pleasure of spilling his own seed inside his wife.
And letting himself be carried away by that moment, Aemond kissed her sweetly on the lips, almost a soft caress, while he felt her entangle her hands in his hair, caressing it in a way so gentle that it didn't seem intended for sex, but rather for something more delicate that the prince couldn't say the name.
-Skoros issi ao naejot issa? (What are you doing to me?) - He muttered between sighs, and Y/n had no idea what he had said, but chose to think it was something good.
All those unknown emotions, feelings and sensations were too much for Aemond, tearing from him an unparalleled pleasure that he had never felt in his entire life, and he poured himself deep inside his wife while hugging her tightly to his chest with a poignant need to feel her as close to him as possible.
And when Y/n came in his arms soon after, looking into his eyes without a hint of repulsion for his missing eye, but rather kissing him again while admiring him with pure devotion, Aemond knew. His wife's healing kisses might not help his wounded skin heal any faster, nor would they even bring back the eye that had been ripped out, but perhaps little by little they could help him heal much deeper wounds.
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pairing/warnings - 2.3k,, spider-man!jay x f!reader, college/uni students, switch!jay x switch!f reader,, smut, blood, wounding đ„
a/n: no fancy theme because iâm writing this on a whim: inspired by this tiktok i saw earlier, no doubt mv has actually changed me and i loveeeeee jay so enjoyđ€
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You sat in your bedroom tapping your pen unconsciously at your desk.
âI need the report in for tomorrow, Yn. Youâve already had a week.â⊠You remembered the head of the school newsletter scolding you earlier.
How on earth did she think that you could gain access to the football team in order to ask them about their frat lifestyle AND write up everything from your seven-hour interview as a small section in such a short amount of time.
You thought back to your best friend Jay.
Heâd always had a way with words and you knew that if he were with you heâd say something like, âSunghoon said heâs ditching his playboy rep to focus on himself, weirdo because he literally threw himself at you during this interview, you can simplify it to âIâm a lame loser who doesnât get any hoes because I fucked around and found outâ, done!â
A giggle slipped from your lips at the thought of imaginary Jay but you quickly gained composure because the thought of having to pull an all nighter, in order to finish, didnât seem appealing.
And the fact that Jay had turned down your plan of him helping you because he claimed he had âimportant businessâ whipped you into shape.
Ding!
7 messages from motherđ»
hey pumpkin!
i may be later than usual tonight
just been told to prep for emergency surgery
left your dinner in the oven to heat up
first aid kit above the front cabinet
donât hurt yourself pls!!!
love you bye đ„°
You reacted with a heart and wished her luck then threw your phone onto your bed.
The upper half of your body slumped onto the desk.
âIâm so screwed.ïżœïżœ you whispered in defeat.
Your phone then began to ring causing a loud groan to leave your throat as your body lugged itself to the source.
âHey Jay, whatâs up?â you sighed. âWhat do you want?â
âOpen your window.â he panted out.
You could hear sirens in the background and Jay didnât sound too good.
âWhats happening right now? Are you okay?â
âOpen the window, please.â he begged. âTrust me, just open it!â
âI donât trust you.â You joked. âBesides which one would I open, thereâs three.â
Jay started shouting at someone on the other end of the line.
âFuck!â he groaned in agony. âThe- the one facing central park.â
âUh.. okay. I just did it.â
âStep back! Like backkkk.â he warned.
âMoving back as I speak.â you sighed. âIs this the super important thing you had to do?â
You had spoken too soon.
A man precisely shot his body through the gap of your window then slammed it shut behind him and slumped onto the ground.
âSpider-man?! What the..â you stepped towards him tentatively. âAre you- wait Jay! Oh my, I think heâs hurt.â
You began to type out a message to the boy when Spider-man ripped his mask off.
âJay Park?! You have got to be shitting me!â you gaped. âWhat the fuck?!â
Jay winced in pain as he shot a web at your jumper to pull you down towards him.
Heâd pulled you off balance and while your legs straddled his hips, your hands fell onto the gaping wound in his abdomen.
âStay down.â he whined. âCanât let them see.â
âThem..?â you mouthed.
âI was in the middle of a fight.â he rolled his eyes. âObviously.â
âWeâre gonna talk about this later, I need to close that up.â you glared at him.
His head hit the wall behind him as he began to register the state he was in.
You crawled out of the room and ran over to the cabinet that your mother left the first aid in. Nimble fingers turning the oven and a timer on your way out so that Jay would have something to eat before he left.
If any other friend of yours were in this situation, you wouldâve patched them up, scolded them and sent them on their way.
But with Jay, you always wanted to keep him around because you⊠liked him.
You had to stop yourself from checking him out when you got back to your room, heâd pulled his suit down to his hips, toned stomach on display.
âYou sure you know what youâre doing..?â he frowned.
Instead of responding you shoved a piece of cloth into his mouth.
âBite on it.â
Jay used his free hands to pull the cloth out. His hands reached into the box to grab a painkiller and swallow it dry.
âEw.â you sneered. âI have water..â
He ignored you. âThereâs nothing in the wound, I already checked.â
Taking alcohol, you cleaned the outside of the wound and prepped your synthetic polymer fibres.
As soon as the cool metal pierced Jayâs skin he began to squirm around.
His jaw flexed as he groaned out in pain.
âPlease stop moving, Jay,â you begged. âItâs gonna hurt more if you keep moving.â
Despite your plea, he continued to twist and turn.
You groaned in frustration.
âStop moving!â
The cloth was placed in his mouth again and you got up onto your knees to snatch the scarf that dangled off your bed frame.
Your hands grabbed his wrists and tied them behind his back, double knotting the scarf so that he wouldnât move.
Jay thrashed around trying to rip out of the restraints.
âOkay, calm down, Iâm starting again,â
You slowly but surely sutured the wound and wrapped his waist in a bandage.
Jay whimpered.
âHuh?â your head snapped up as you took the cloth out of his mouth.
Without missing a beat, he leaned forward and kissed you.
Your fingers automatically made their way into his hair as you licked along his bottom lip.
He opened his mouth and pressed his tongue flat against yours before fighting for dominance in your mouth.
You couldnât get enough. Your lungs gasped for air as you continued to practically eat his face off.
Subconsciously you lowered your hips onto his, rolling to get friction from his semi hard on against your pulsing core.
âFuck.â he whimpered. Again.
âAlways whining,â you teased him. âNever thought youâd be such a bottom, Jongie.â
He ripped the scarf as he broke free from the restraints.
Now you were the one whining.
âAll I did was rip the scarf and youâre already dripping into my lap, whoâs the real bottom here?â he mocked you with a fake look of shock all over his face. âAlways wanted to have you under me..â
His words had your hips rutting against his, pathetic moans leaving your throat.
âDo I even have to do anything or will you get off just like this?â he grinned, marking up your neck.
A faint beeping broke you out of your trance.
âAHHHH! THE OVEN!â
You got up immediately, ignoring the way your fuzzy cat pyjamas clung to your lower body, and ran to the kitchen.
Thankfully the food wasnât burnt but you clutched your heart as Jay launched himself onto your waist.
âI meant to say thank you.â he whispered.
His fingers made their way to where you needed him most, circling your clit through the fabric.
âYeah- right. You.. Youâre welcome.â you moaned at the end of your sentence, the pressure building up.
âIs this okay..?â he asked.
âYes.â you nodded.
Jay pulled away laughing at your protest.
âWhat do you want me to do?â he asked.
You kept your lips shut. There was no way in hell that you were gonna submit to him so easily.
âCome on, baby.â he stared down at you through half lidded eyes. âTell me where you want me..â
You shook your head, stubbornness radiating off your body.
âIs it here?â Jay asked.
His fingers unbuttoned your shirt, gasping at your uncovered chest as he tugged at your nipples.
A loud whine left your lips.
âSensitive.. I see.â he looked determined.
âIâm not.â you grumbled.
He grazed your left nipple with his teeth, fondling the other with his warm hand.
âFuck.â you moaned as his wet tongue circled the sensitive spot.
âYouâre not huh?â he shook his head at your lie.
âJay please.â you whined, hips chasing his.
âPlease what?â he leaned away.
You swallowed your pride for the sake of your pleasure.
âI need you.â you moaned. âNeed your fingers inside me.â
Jay lowered his head as an overwhelming wave of pleasure hit his body. He always knew that heâd liked you, but those words sent him over the edge.
He needed to have you immediately.
âSay it again.â he growled.
Once his lust filled eyes made eye contact with yours, you clenched your legs together.
âI need you so bad, Jay.â you whined.
He manhandled your body onto the kitchen counter, ripping off your pyjama bottoms and underwear in one go.
His tongue licked a stripe up your dripping hole, collecting the slick that leaked out.
Jay closed his eyes, taking in the taste.
âYou taste so fucking good.â he whined.
Without missing the chance to take advantage of his submissive state, you tugged at his hair.
âFuck..â he moaned loudly.
âYouâre so hot.â you whimpered.
Seeing him like this made you feel a certain way.
He eagerly embraced your clit with his tongue and shoved his fingers into your cunt. They scissored you open before curling into you at a rapid pace.
Your hips thrashed up, chasing your high, not even caring about the loud sounds leaving your mouth and lewd sounds coming from Jay.
âYou close?â he asked between moans.
You nodded, unable to form proper sentences.
âYou have to ask.â Jay firmly stood his ground.
âJay, please. Please let me cum!â you pathetically begged.
âOkay, princess.â he nodded. âCome for me..â
The orgasm hit you like five trucks, it truly felt never ending as Jay helped you through it.
Once your body recovered, you jumped down onto shaky legs attacking Jayâs lips as you pushed him backwards.
He absentmindedly followed the direction, tripping backwards as his legs made contact with your bed.
âClose your eyes.â
Jay made himself comfortable, lying down with his eyes closed.
âWait- what!â his eyes shot open.
Youâd handcuffed him to the headboard.
âNow why do you have these..â he questioned.
âWas saving them for when youâd come around.â you whispered into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. âNow iâm gonna help you, with your little problem.â
You gestured to the way his cock painfully throbbed in the tight material of his suit.
âItâs not a little problem- Shit.â
He closed his eyes as you grabbed at his crotch.
You left kisses down his body, licking his abs before pulling the rest of his suit off.
His cock slapped up against his stomach causing him to moan loudly.
âHow are you so wet..?â you questioned in awe, staring at him in disbelief.
âStop staring at me..â he blushed.
âYou werenât lying about this not being a little problem.â you praised, licking a stripe along the underside. âYouâre so big, so thick.â
Jayâs hips thrusted up, more precum leaking out.
âPlease.. help me.â he cried.
âDonât cry, baby,â you wiped away the tear that left his eye, babying him. âIâll help you.â
Instead of sucking him off, you lowered your hips onto his dick.
Jay felt like he was going to explode.
âFuck! Youâre so tight,â he moaned.
The stretch had your eyes rolling back.
Hands falling onto his chest for support, you slowly found your own pace to bounce at.
âPlease let me touch you..â he begged.
âNo.â you scolded. âIâm going to go at my pace and youâre gonna get off this way.â
Tears were fully streaking down his face at this point.
His balls were heavy and tip throbbing, the sensation being too much for him to handle.
You continued to bounce on him, eyes closing at the pleasure of his thickness rubbing against your walls.
The moans leaving your throat increased in volume as slick gushed out of your pussy. The thought of using Jay had you excited.
Seeing you on top of him, using him for your own pleasure had Jay going insane.
He broke out of the handcuffs and flipped you onto your stomach.
âFuck! Jay, right there!â you cried out in surprise.
His palms smacked at your ass, rapidly pushing you back onto his dick.
âWait.. wait I wanna see your face when I cum.â he whined, flipping your body over.
Your legs rested on his shoulders as you cried at the newer, deeper angle.
His balls smacked against your ass as he slammed his hips against yours.
âJay, I canât,â you moaned.
âYes you can.â he growled. âIâm so close.â
His hips began to falter before they stilled, shooting cum deep inside you.
You came right after him, his whines and moans setting you off.
Jay slumped onto your body, cradling your face with his hands.
âI like you so so much.â he confessed, kissing you sweetly.
âWell I think Iâve liked you for longer.â you laughed.
âIf you say so.â he giggled, hugging your chest. âThat was so good, I donât think Iâll ever let you have anyone other than myself.â
âSame here.â you played with his hair. âWAIT FUCK MY PAPER!â
THE END.
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bonus scene:
After getting cleaned up and eating (Jay forced you to) you sat on his lap at your desk, typing onto your desktop computer.
He read out the transcript and helped you summarise it into text.
âSunghoon says that heâs ditching his playboy rep to focus on himself, weirdo because I remember him throwing himself at you during this interview hoping that youâd give him attention, you can simplify it to âIâm a lame ass bitch who doesnât get any hoesâ he truly did fuck around and find out!â
You laughed at his words.
âI knew youâd say something like that.â
He snuggled up to your back.
âSo Iâm getting predictable now, huhâŠâ
You shook your head. âNever..â
âGuess our date will have to be something you wouldnât expect.â
He was right, you really didnât expect lunch on top of Brooklyn Bridge.
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Bf Leah being wound up after a bad game and takes control. Smut pls!!!!
BLED BLUE
leah williamson x chelsea! reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, humiliation, dom/sub dynamics, age gap (legal + consensual), hate sex, enemies w/ benefits, rough, coarse language.
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Part of you wondered how long it would take Leah to take you home. There was not an ounce of blue in her body, taken only by the lifelong allegiance to North London, but the thought of you, a blue-born Chelsea girl, taking up the space under her sheets, was addictive.
Chelsea were the better team. Always was, and always will be. The Blues were better at everything. Their players were more advanced, their game plans had been executed to perfection. Arsenal were sloppy, poor, and unjust. It was embarrassing to the point where it stood out as entertaining to you. Seeing the almighty, reigning Arsenal fall on their knees and succumb to the superiority of your team was endearing, and you found yourself searching for the thrill increasingly more as the game progressed.
And the sight of the woman you hated oh so much angered by the defeated notion of the final whistle was your idea of an indescribable victory.
âWhat a shame, Williamson.â You snagged, clutching the fabric at your hips, looking down at her bent figure. âI thought youâd play well.â
âAh, it is you.â She replied with just as much spite. âI thought I saw someone falling flat on their face. Makes sense now that I know it was you.â
You smirked, folding your arms over your chest. âYeah, tried to show my humility⊠yâknow, after scoring two goals tonight I thought it was only necessary.â
Leah scoffed, straightening her posture to display her authoritative height over you. âBoth off deflections⊠sounds brilliant.â
âPlayer of the match worthy.â You bit back, stepping forward, pressing your chest against hers, suppressing the heat in your face. âDon't worry, Iâll make sure to credit your own goal in the interview.â
âAlways have an excuse to talk about me. Can't stop, can you?â
âIs that what you think of me?â
âI don't think of you.â Leah shook her head, grabbing the hem of your shorts and fiddling with them persistently. âBut if I did, Iâd be sure to let you know.â
âIf only I cared enough to hear it.â You tutted, not really caring about the openness of your situation. The stadium was still quite full, with both of your teammates lingering on the field. Fans were banking the barricade, no doubt looking for the two of you.
âI could tell you now if youâd like.â
âAw, are you thinking of me now, Williamson?â
You felt Leahâs hand move to the inside of your thigh, pressing a tight pinch to gain any type of reaction from you. Biting your lip, you hoped that the post-game redness covered your blush.
âI bet you love the thought of people watching this, don't you?â She asked, glaring at you with such hatred that her words felt bittersweet. âAlways so desperate for attention that youâd do it in front of everyone. Fucking needy.â
âYouâre the one touching me.â In anger, you snapped. You didn't like the way Leah seemed so confident, so right in what she was saying. You wanted to be right. You were the one who won it for your team. You were better than her. She needed to realise that.
The only separation between the two of you was by your arms crossed over your chest. Leah was drawing furious patterns along your thigh, pressed up against you with her face above you, your height earning her to look down.
âPull away then.â She uttered, now pulling you into a hug. You knew this would send fans into a spiral. Everybody knew about your rivalry with Leah. It was evident in the tackles, the cards, the teams, the games, the interactions. This was unclaimed territory. You had both teased each other after the games. There was always fire and spite, anger and resentment, but never contact. She told you to pull away, and by the tension that lingered, if you did she would let you have there was something else there. You felt it between your legs, running down your spine, making your core yearn.
It was in the way she kept her hand in between your thighs, deepening her fingers just below where you needed her most. She held you tight, closing any physical gap, forcing your arms to circle her waist as she wrapped her spare arm around the name on the back of your shoulders. You don't know why, but you held her back just as tight, breathing heavily when she started moving her fingers upwards.
âSo tense.â She spat, rubbing your shoulder.
You shook her arm off, keeping the contact but still resistant. âI pulled it at training, of course it is.â
âWasn't talking about your shoulder, baby.â She chuckled, her voice sending goosebumps down your neck. âIn those thighs. Clenching them so hard and I'm hardly touching âem.â
That was when you knew your cheeks were burning.
There was a hint of humiliation in your tone, but your anger was still prevalent. âI didn't even notice your hand.â
âYeah, alright.â Williamson grinned, pulling away. You felt the cold air nip your cheeks at the sudden loss of contact. Her fingers were no longer soothing the ache in between your legs. âAlright, baby, no, all that flushed cheeks from the big game, hm? Breathing so heavily cause you scored two goals, is that youâre so wet for me?â
âIâm notâ you're soââ
Leah stepped away again, and you were too stupid to step forward in response. âGod, is that what you're gonna sound like in the interview? You a mess, Baby, really. All flustered and red.â
âI'm not red.â You snapped. âAnd stop calling me baby. You're only four years older than me.â
Leah could see straight through you. âBut you love that though.â She saw straight past your visible persona. âWhy don't you show me how mature you are then? Can't call you baby if you prove that you're not.â She could tell by your flustered state, your wide eyes and your tainted disposition that you were struggling to handle the conversation.
âI don't need to prove anything to you. I just won the match. That's enough to prove that I'm better anyway.â
âBut you needed help to get there, didn't you?â She retorted. âItâs not your name on the score sheet, it's mine. Look,â she pointed up to the screen, almost condescendingly, above the stands, where WILLIAMSON (OG) was printed boldly in white below the score. âAll that hard work and I still get the mention.â
There was a fight for dominance, but the fight was so clearly won when you audibly gulped, unable to come up with just enough answer to compel yourself into a deeper state of anger. If anything, you were willing to resort to forbidding, but you were stubborn and bled blue.
âYouâre just mad that you lost and we won. Chelsea was always better anyway, and you were just too slow⊠bet that's always the case.â
Leahâs jaw clicked, her lips settling into a thin line.
âIn what case?â She muttered distinctly.
âYou know what case.â You failed to notice the challenge, finding yourself in a superior position of confidence to realise the hole you were digging for yourself. âSlow and boring⊠on and off the pitch. You definitely get around, but you never seem to see one person twice. Maybe that's because they don't want to see you.â
Leah grabbed your wrist, yanking you off the field. It was a tradition that you would see the fans after every game, so you tugged back in retaliation.
She pivoted to face you, glaring at you with so much affliction that you yearned for more.
âYou seem really interested in how I âget aroundâ. Sounds like you wish it was you.â
No matter how hard your body was willing to succumb to her words, you stood firm by scoffing, rolling your eyes at her cockiness. âIf only I was so desperate.â
âIâll show you just how desperate I can get you.â The captain spat, holding your forearm now, easily leading you further down the tunnel where fans or players could no longer find you. âDidn't even properly touch you before and you were a needy mess.â
âYouâre always so fucking sure of yourself, aren't you, Williamson?â You snapped back, hearing the clad of your boots fail to drown out your ungrateful tone. You did not care for what Leah was so keen to impress you with. Never had anyone told you that Leah did not impress. She was determined to make sure everyone was supplied with the right things for their needs. She valued giving pleasure over receiving. But if there was one thing she hated, it was brats like you.
You stood outside the Chelsea changing rooms, your kit still adorned on your figure.
âGo get your shit.â She snarled, letting go of your arm and jabbing you forward.
You scoffed, stopping dead in your tracks. âAnd what? You're gonna wait for me and drop me home? I have a license, Williamson, I'm not your fuckingââ
You couldn't finish your rant, yelping when Leah cut you off, grabbing the collar of your shirt and mashing her lips against yours. One of her legs found its way between yours, her knee pushing against your core. A moan fell from your lips, and the woman wasted no time in slipping her tongue in, caging your figure between you and the wall.
She waited until you were kissing her back before grabbing your neck. She instantly moved down to litter harsh kisses down the nape of your neck, using her hands to move underneath your shirt, massaging your breasts. You were a mess beneath her, breathing heavily when the pressure on your clit intensified when her knee started rubbing patterns up and down.
âSwear at me again and see how it turns out for you.â She muttered in your ear, relishing the whines that fell from your lips as her knee continued its work. âIf I tell you to grab your bag, that's what you do, yeah? You understand, Chelsea?â
The nickname left you shrinking, her words making your core glisten. You weren't completely sure whether the Arsenal girl was planning on taking you home. You didn't understand why you were all of a sudden pretty much moaning at the friction of her knee.
But you weren't fucking complaining.
âMy teammates are in there.â
Leah let out a laugh. âYou had no problem letting me touch you in a filled Stanford Bridge, Babygirl. I think itâd be healthy if your teammates realised who fucks their Stargirl after a home game.â
âYou haven't fucked me, yet.â Your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the thought of the England captain fucking you sending you into a spiral.
âGo get your bag and then I can use that pretty mouth for something other than moaning my last name⊠not that I mind when you do that.â
You wasted no time in doing as you were told, forever thankful that all of your teammates were either still interacting with fans or showering. You grabbed all of your stuff and quickly followed Leah over to the away changing rooms.
She let you walk through, since none of the girls were present, grabbing your belongings and chucking them inside her cubby. You felt her figure cage you back into the nearest wall, her hands how playing with the hem of your shirt, inching it further up your waist until it was completely disregarded, and you were left in your sports bra and shorts.
âWhy so quiet?â Leah asked, kissing down the column of your neck, fondling your breasts. You sighed at the growing ache in your core, throwing your head back when Leahâs knee came back into contact with your clit.
âSomeâ someoneâs going to walk in.â
Leah snorted. âLike you would mind.â
You huffed, grabbing the back of her neck and pushing her head further down your body. Leahâs knee stopped in return, leaving you writhing at the loss of pressure.
âUse your words or you can get off yourself.â
âLike you could get me off.â You retorted.
âI don't make brats cum.â She spat, moving back up to tower over you. âI edge them until theyâre desperate and getting themself off my thigh. I treat them like brats, and maybe you need to work a little fucking harder for what you want.â
âYou were just teasing me!â
âYou're just desperate.â
âNo.â
âNo?â
âLeah.â There it was. Music to her ears.
âWhat?â
You whined, using your hips to drag yourself along her knee.
âWhat was that, Baby? Couldn't hear you under all those whines.â
âLeah, câmon.â You stated potently, getting more impatient by the minute. âI'm not begging.â
The number six shrugged, looking down at you with wide, innocent eyes like she had no clue what you were going on about. Like she didn't even realise that you were humping her leg longing for some relief.
âBegging for what?â She moved her finger painstakingly down your chest, tracing your abs ever so slowly.
âFor you.â
âFor me?â She questioned, feigning confusion. Her hand dipped into the waistband of your shorts, circling your clit over your underwear. âAnswer me, Darling. What do you want me to do? I'm touching you.â
âTouch me more.â
Leah tutted, moving her hand away. You groaned, throwing your head back when no pleasure was offered. âI'm afraid that's not how you ask. It might get you somewhere at Chelsea, but at Arsenal, we treat our Captains with respect. Even our star girls use their manners in the North end.â
âTouch me more, please.â
âWhere, Chelsea?â Leah moved closer to you, peeling off her own shirt, removing your shorts, leaving you in your underwear and bra. âBe a good girl and tell me where.â She asked, her body lowering itself closer to the ground. You watched her kneel before you, hands gripping your waist, kneading your hips, lips biting your inner thigh.
âMy clit, Lee, please. I need you to touch me there.â
âSuch a good girl for your Captain, aren't you?â Leah ran her tongue along your folds, your underwear pooled at your feet. Your legs were swung over her shoulders, your hands buried in her hair, pulling taunt to her ponytail and the hairs that had fallen out during the game. Your moans were still muffled by the bite in your lips, the nerves of someone hearing your desperation for your enemy is still evident in the way you kept your mouth shut.
It was when Leahâs tongue latched onto your clit, sucking harshly on the swollen bud that your noises fell so adamantly from your reddened lips. You felt Leahâs cocky smile, her chuckles sending vibrations of pleasure through your body.
âSound so pretty, Baby.â
âLeahâ fuck, Lee. I'm gonnaââ
âYouâre going to hold it. Taste so good, you can wait.â
The coil in your stomach was forming long before Leah had even started, and the more Leah attacked your bud, the more your orgasm led to burst. Your moans had doubled in volume when one of her hands came up to play with your nipple, pinching it and playing with the nub every time her tongue licked up your folds. Her other hand worked its way through your pussy, spreading your slick all over your thighs, letting it run down your shaking legs and make your skin glisten with the glossy arousal.
âWant Stanford to hear you,â Leah spoke from below you. You whined at the thought. You were in a state of pure bliss that all cautionary thoughts of interruption were so far gone. All you could think about was Leahâs face between your legs.
âFeels so good, Lee. Want to cum so bad for you.â
âYou can hold it, baby.â
âMh, Lee, please.â
Leah moaned at your whines, nuzzling her nose up against your clit, pinching your nipple hard, reeling at the moan you let out in response. She saw the way your hole clenched around nothing, smirking at the way you rolled your hips across her face, working your pussy into her mouth so easily. She felt powerful knowing she had you at her disposal. You were stunning always, but there was something about you now that set Leah off. It made her angry knowing that you weren't hers to fuck at her discretion. It made her protective over you in ways she had never felt before. You were Chelseaâs protege â everyone worried when going up against you.
âLeah.â
It wasn't like something had changed, but Leah had realised that her hate was actually protection and adoration. She wanted you for herself. She wanted to steer you away from anyone that would hurt you. She hated Chelsea, she despised the West side more than anything, and it wasn't the sex that made her realise this.
âLeah.â
It was her name coming from your lips.
âCum for me, Baby.â
That was all you needed to hear before you were barreling over the edge, your legs relying entirely on the strength of Leahâs upper body to keep you balanced. Your moans exemplified the stimulation of your orgasm riding out, and Leahâs endeavours to lick the result of it up as it poured into her mouth and onto your thighs.
The woman made sure you had somewhat caught your breath before she moved, having a moment to catch her own breath and comprehend what just happened. When she knew you were able to stand independently, she moved over to her cubby, grabbing the baby wipes she always had handy, moving back down to her knees to clean the mess across your legs as you covered your chest back with your jersey, and later your shorts.
Leah moved to do the same, except she watched as you fumbled with what to do. She gave you a pointed look as if to question your thinking, and you simply sighed and waddled over to her, slight humiliation at your wobbly legs painting your cheeks as you grabbed your bag.
âYou all good, Baby?â She asked, her voice no longer authoritative and rather empathetic.
âYeah, thanks.â You nodded. âErm⊠sorry for being⊠rude⊠actually I'm not sorry but I am.â
âYeah, same,â Leah replied a cheeky grin settled on her complexion. âI think we can settle for friendly rivalry from now on.â
âIf that's what you call this, then sure.â You added, laughing along with what to make of the situation, feeling more out of place than ever in the middle of the Arsenal room. âI better go.â
âIâll drive you home.â
âLee, I've got my licenseââ
âIt wasn't a question, Chelsea.â
You stood there defeated, knowing internally that you had no way home after Millie had driven you to the stadium and would have left by now anyway. Leah mustâve known that by the way she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her chest.
âBesides, wouldn't want that Player of The Match Trophy getting forgotten now, would we?â
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A/N â bad ending but oh well⊠HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!
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Battle Wounds
This is for the anons that wanted a smutty story after seeing Alexia's recent and very sexy outbursts. This little fruit and this little fruit's ideas got this going.Â
This also goes out to the anon/writer who suggested for me to write blurbs/headcanons to help with my writer's block. After you messaged me it gave me a bit of a kick and helped me out a lot. Thank you so much, youâre a gem and a star and very cute human. Another thank you to my girly @lucyandalexiafan for reading this and all my other shit I force you to read.
Word count - 2,398 Smut 18 - Soft smut, cunnilingus
You flinched when you saw her body hit the floor.Â
But you couldn't stop the smile when you witnessed the anger in her eyes.Â
An angry Alexia was a hot Alexia. You saw the look in her face, the way her frown lines deepened as she started to shout something to the offending player.Â
You felt the heat in your stomach stir when you saw the vein bulge out on her neck and her finger wagging furiously as she spat quick Catalan. But the heat halted when you saw the way the blondes' eyes casted over to you. She was in pain.Â
ââââ-
Alexia opened the door to your flat, letting you in first as she always did.
You both sat down on the bench near the entry to remove your shoes, but you stopped when you heard Alexia groan.
âYou okay, baby?âÂ
âSĂ, just a little stiff.â The blonde's face was hidden from her damp showered hair but you could tell from her tone she was trying to hide the pain.
âYou sure?âÂ
âSĂ, it will pass.â She assured you, though you weren't completely convinced, but knowing Alexia you dropped it, for now.
â--------
You sat on your bed scrolling through your phone, Alexia caught your eye as she walked into your bedroom. You watched her as she attempted to bend down to grab something from the bottom drawer, and just like you predicted she stopped mid bend, her face winced, letting out a small whine.
âAle, are you okay?â You asked concerned as you turned off your phone.
âSĂ, baby. Iâm fine, I just moved too quickly.â She tried to put on a smile to hide her obvious pain.
You didn't believe her and you were over her shitty acting skills.
âAle, come on. Stop lying. Is it your hip? Your rib? You thigh? Where does it hurt? Let me see.â You got up from your bed, stalking over to your girlfriend.Â
âNo, it's fine. Donât worry, amor.â
âDonât make me ask again, Ale.â You raised your eyebrow, not allowing any room for argument.
âFine! It's my hip and my thigh, it hurts a little.â The blonde rolled her eyes, lifting up her top to let you see the damage.Â
You frowned when you saw the usually tanned skin painted with an angry looking bruise.Â
âShit. That looks painful.â You gently lopped your fingers into the band of Alexia's pj shorts, pulling them lower. The deep purple bruising travelled down from the side of hip to the top of her thigh.
âIt's not that painful.â Alexia muttered.
You bent down to your knees, taking a closer look at the bruise. You completely missed the way Alexias breath hitched as you innocently got into a position she usually saw you in for a whole different reason.Â
âAre you sure? I keep seeing you flinch when you bend.â You looked up at the blonde whose eyes were fixed on you.
Alexia suddenly felt her cheeks blush seeing you on your knees. She mentally slapped herself for her inappropriate thoughts when all you were doing was checking if she was okay, but she couldn't help it. Her mind went from the pain in her thigh to the start of a small throb between her legs.Â
You ever so gently ran your fingers at the edge of the deep purple patch, within seconds of you touching the girl you felt the tiny goosebumps on her skin prickle under your touch.
âI-I guess it hurts a little.â She whispered.
That's when you noticed the dilation in her pupils, the quick flex of her fingers and the rasp in her tone.Â
She was turned on. You had been turned on since you saw the vein pump in her throat.Â
Alexia was never one to shy away from asking for what she wanted, but right now her ego seemed to be a little bruised. You noticed it when the final whistle blew, you could see she felt vulnerable, and even a little embarrassed at herself for her outburst on the pitch.Â
And you wanted to be the one to take it all away, the pain, the anger, and the unnecessary wall she had when it came to her being hurt, physically or mentally.
So, you knew what she wanted, but you had to coax it out of her a little more.Â
âMy poor baby. Do you think you'll be okay for training?â You stroked your fingers along her skin.
She shrugged. âI donât know. Maybe, but it's a bit of a struggle.â
âYeah, I can imagine. It must be hard to move.âÂ
The blonde nodded, suddenly feeling sorry for herself. âSĂ, it hurts to walk.â
My god this girl was easy.
You tutted. âIâm sorry, sweetheart.â You gently pressed your lips on the outside of her bruise, careful to not actually touch it. You pulled her shorts down a little lower, revealing more of her thigh. Â
âIs there anything I can do to make you feel better? A bath? Some ice? A massage.â You whispered against her leg.
Alexia gritted her teeth as she felt your breath on her skin. âThis is nice, your lips feel good.âÂ
âYeah?â You smirked as you looked up at her.Â
âSĂ, it's making me forget about the pain.â She confessed.
âGood.â You pressed another kiss to her skin.Â
An angry Alexia was hot, but a needy Alexia was fucking adorable.Â
You moved your lips slowly over her thigh, making sure to not kiss too hard or touch the swollen area.Â
âIs this helping?â You asked innocently as you looked up.
The blondes eyes were closed as she enjoyed the feeling of your lips on her. She nearly didn't hear you, lost in the feeling of your lips.
âSĂ, it hurts a little more here.â She pulled her shorts further down, showing the v line on her rock solid stomach. She pointed a little closer to her inner thigh.
âHere?â You let your fingers trace her skin where she pointed.
âHmm, hmm.â She nodded down at you, almost pouting.
God, this girl. You didn't even have to try hard to get her how you wanted her.
You peckd the soft flesh like she asked. Moving closer to where you knew she secretly but not so secretly, wanted you.
Alexia was already getting wet, the simple touch of your lips were spreading a wave of need for you through her body. She knew you were playing into her but she didn't care, she needed a gentle touch, she wanted to feel you like this. She wanted to let go.
âYouâre so brave, aren't you, baby?â You whispered as you moved further inwards on her thigh. You could already smell her wetness, making your mouth taste buds water.
âYou think Iâm brave?â Her tone was soft.
âOf course. Youâre the bravest.â
She gave you a sweet smile, biting her lip in the process.Â
âIt looked like it hurt when you hit the floor.â Your breath ghosted her sensitive flesh.
âIt hurt so bad.â She sighed at your soft touch.
âHmmm, my poor brave girl.â Your fingers pulled her shorts further down, finally revealing her sex. You smiled against her skin as you saw the shiny wet streaks already sticking to her lips.Â
You felt fingers gently comb through your loose hair.Â
âSĂ. It hurts, amor.â
âHow can I make it better?â You whispered as your mouth was inches from her pussy.
âYour tongue.â She husked.
Hook, line and sinker.Â
âMy tongue?â You asked innocently.
âSĂ, it will make me feel better. It will make the pain go away.â God, she sounded desperate.
âAre you sure?â Your lips pressed against the crease of her thigh and lips.Â
âSĂ. Please.â She begged, her fingers flexed against your head, your hair tangling between her digits. The small throb between her legs began to ache, she could feel her wetness pooling between her lips. She couldnât even be embarrassed at how quick of a mess she became for you. Â
âMy mouth will make you feel better?â You teased as your tongue darted out soft against her skin.
âMerda.SĂ. It will, please, cariño.â
You leaned back for a moment. You pulled your hair into a high ponytail. You watched Alexiaâs chest raise as her breathing became quicker.Â
âLet me make you feel better then, baby.â
That was all Alexia needed to hear when she clumsily and eagerly pulled at her shorts, making them drop at her ankles. Her large hands gently gripped at your ponytail and guided your mouth to her hot and sensitive core. You instinctively stuck your tongue out, allowing the blonde to move your head against herself. Her essence coated your taste buds as you moved your tongue deeper inside, making your mouth water at her familiar taste.Â
âSĂ, sĂ. This feels so good.âÂ
Her hips gently rocked into your face as you began to work your mouth against her. Youâd let her control this however she wanted, if it meant she would feel a little bit better.Â
You felt your cunt throb when you heard her small little gasp each time your tongue flicked over her clit. You groaned against her softly as her hands gripped tighter at your hair.
âBaby. Medra. Your mouth. You make me feel so good.â
Her head leaned back as the pleasure of your tongue sent tingles up her spine and through her body.Â
You lapped through her wet folds, moving in a slow and gentle motion. You wanted to make sure she could feel every inch of your tongue as it rolled through velvety folds. You made sure to be loud about it, whimpering as you felt her juices gathering at her core. And you were more than happy to swallow every drop of her.Â
âBebĂ©. DĂ©u.â She exhaled a shaky breath.
You were in heaven as you knelt on your knees pleasing your girlfriend, giving her everything she wanted, moving at her pace.Â
You sat back, looking up at the half naked goddess in front of you. Alexiaâs hooded eyes followed your movements, watching her own juices clinging to your swollen lips as you sat back.
âYou taste so good, baby.âÂ
A shy smile crossed her face. âYou feel so good. I donât want you to stop.â
âIâll go for as long as you need.â You winked up at her before kissing her lips.
Instead of going straight back to her core, you pressed your lips against her skin, kissing and licking her thighs leaving wet marks in your trail. Alexia watched you with awe. Her eyes closed as she felt you worship her. The tension in her body started to fade, she couldn't even feel the pain anymore, all she could think and feel was you.Â
You moved your face back between her legs, taking one long swipe of your tongue through her velvety folds, delicately sucking her clit between your plump lips. You quickly had the girl moaning loudly above you.
Her hips began to move at her a quicker pace, thrusting your mouth deeper between her legs.Â
âJust like that. Merda. Your mouth is perfect.â
The blonde could feel her orgasm fast approaching, the hot feeling in her stomach began to rise. She couldn't hold back her small whimpers, the ones you knew of by heart. You were slow with it, every flick of your tongue was precise as you heard the girl approaching her climax.Â
You brought your hands up, curving around Alexia's firm arse. You squeezed her flesh encouraging her hips to keep thrusting. You couldn't stop the smile on your wet lips when you heard the moan that escaped her throat.Â
Alexia glanced down at you, her lips parted open as she watched you on your knees for her.Â
Your eyes were closed, a small frown sat between your brow as you concentrated on nothing but her pleasure. Your ponytail was wrapped tightly around her first as she guided your head back and forth between her thighs. The lude and wet sucking of your mouth was loud as your tongue eagerly caressed her cunt. She smirked, biting her bottom lip when she spotted her essence messily smeared over your cheeks and chin.Â
God, she loved this sight of you.
âYou look so good on your knees for me.â Her voice rasped.
You opened your eyes at her words. You cheekily winked up at her smirking into her pussy.Â
She let out a breathless chuckle, picking up her pace as she held you impossibly closer. Muffled moans escaped your lips as you kept sucking her clit, vibrating against the bud. The grip in your hair became tighter, as she felt her orgasm just on the edge, a few more thrust of her hips and you were pushing over the edge. Her knees started to shake, the small quick panting her orgasm rippled through her body.
âSĂ! SĂ! Donât stop!â
You held on to her cheeks as her hips smacked against your mouth, her essence washing over your tongue as you kept sucking her clit. A shaky deep breath exhaled from her lips as she slowly came to a stop, releasing the hold she had on your hair.Â
âWow.â She closed her eyes, her muscles still spasming.
You gave a few gentle licks, before she gripped your hair again, gently pulling you back. You smiled as you looked up at blown out hazel eyes and a goofy grin on her face.
âFeeling better?â You gave her thigh a sweet kiss.
âSĂ, so much better. But it might be painful for a while. I might need you to do that every time it hurts.â She forced a fake pout.
You threw your head back, giggling at your girlfriend's needy voice.Â
âIâm always here to help. Even if it means being on my knees for you.âÂ
She stroked your face lovingly, giving you that toothy smile she only shared with you.
You kissed her thigh again, inhaling the smell of her as your lips got close to her pussy once more. Your soft touches sent sparks to her still throbbing clit.Â
Alexia bit her lip as she watched you. Her mind clouded with arousal.Â
âAmor, it's still a bit painful. I think I need you again.â She pleaded.
âAnything for you, Ale.â
And you were more than happy to be guided back between her legs, making sure she forgot all about the pain.
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Compass
Summary: Iâve got something to confess, I keep you in my pocket to use. Youâre my only compass, I might get lost with you.
an: letâs ignore the fact that Iâve been gone for a long time, yeah? Hehe. this most definitely is not the fic that Iâve been working on literally the entire time Iâve been gone (thatâs coming donât worry), but I got this idea at 2 in the morning and I had to jump on it IMMEDIATELY. Hope you all like it mwah mwah love you.
Warnings: SMUT!! Minors please for the love of everything that is good, do not interact, modern day vampire!Ellie, semi graphic descriptions of blood and wounds, shy!reader, Ellie bites you a lot, Ellie feeds on you and honestly itâs borderline soft core porn, fingering Ellie!receiving, grinding, mentions of bruises, Ellie is extremely fucking strong, Ellie watches you in your sleep/can get into your apartment without a key, let me know if Iâve missed anything!!
You arenât really sure how you and Ellie became friends.
Well, you are, maybe a better question would be why you two became friends. You were both so different, you were convinced the first time you met that she hated you. The night filled with quick glances as she damn near avoided speaking to you like you were the fucking plague. It took you a bit to not take it too personally, reminding yourself that you werenât for everyone, and that was okay! So what if the mutual friend didnât like youâŠit wasnât the end of the world.
So, it came to a surprise to you when a few nights after meeting Ellie passed, you had not one, not two, but three of your friends texting you and asking you if it was okay if they gave her your numberâŠ
Because sheâd asked for it.
And suddenly youâre texting each other every day, and well into the wee hours of the night. You know, like one of those friendships. The ones that makes you smile every time you see their name pop up on your phone, or the ones where you send each other stupid videos on TikTok all day just to talk about them on a different messaging platform, because of course youâre interacting with each other every where that you have a presence.
Ellie becomes your best friend before you even realize it, and it makes you realize that maybe she didnât dislike you as much as you thought before.
It always did confuse you a bit in the beginning how you two got along so well. You were both so different from one another. Ellie was a party animal, you were a home body. Ellie was up late at night, you were up early in the morning. If Ellie was the moon, then you were the sun. Polar opposites coming together to find a home in one another, the most unusual pairing stuck by the hip from that point on.
You of course, kept all each otherâs secrets. Youâd learned very early on that no one really knew much about Ellie, which you simply chalked up to her being a private person. However, she seemed eager to tell you any and everything about her. Like her dad, sheâd talk about him all the time, you figured on early on that she really loved him. Or whenever she had a a new fling going, youâd be the first to know of course. Sheâd even told you about the time she threw away her dadâs playboy magazine after stealing it from him, which she swore sheâd never told a soul.
She wanted to know all about you too! Your favorite color, favorite animal, childhood crush, family relationships. Truthfully? If you werenât so oblivious, you wouldâve seen a long time ago that Ellie was the slightest bit obsessed with you.
But you loved her, and you trusted her with your life, so you told her everything! Because you didnât keep things from each other.
So, on a night out with everyone else, Ellie disappears, and of course you try to look for her, asking around only to be told that everyone saw her leave. Going outside to make sure sheâs okay is the only logical thing to do, right? You have to make sure sheâs okay.
What you donât expect though, is when you look down a dark alleyway a few buildings down from the club youâre at, and spot the tall figure of your friend tucked into the brick wall of the dark corner, shielding way whatever it is thatâs behind her. You call out for her, and when she turns around you gasp.
Because her eyes were red, and not red like you havenât gotten any sleep, or youâve been crying, the green of her eyes are now red, bloodshot red, and sheâs holding a lifeless body in her tattooed armsâŠand thereâs blood covering her pink lips, dripping down her chin.
Yeah, Ellie was a vampire.
You let out a gentle yawn as your hand went down to grab the remote control to your tv, your other hand coming up to rub your eyes a bit, a sorry attempt at trying to wake yourself up enough to get from the couch to go to your bed.
You pouted softly, lazily bringing your phone up to check the time before you sighed, finally finding the strength in you to push yourself up off the couch to leave your living room.
Work had been absolutely plowing you into the ground, your publicist constantly hounding you to keep working on the most recent installment of your book series. It was just so fucking hard, everytime you sat down in front of your computer, it was like writing your own book was the last thing you wanted to do.
It was draining you, and it felt like every time you finished a set of chapters, your brain was complete mush.
The upside though, was that it tired you out enough to completely knock out once you were in bed.
A gentle sigh left your lips once your head hit your soft pillow, plush blankets wrapping around your body, sliding down your bare legs and making you feel absolutely blissful. You couldnât even stop yourself from the soft smile on your lips as your eyes grey heavy, the low lighting in your room making you feel all the more cozy, all the more warm.
You were out in seconds, soft snores leaving your sleeping body as you entered a world of dreams, escaping reality for a few measly hours before you were bombarded with the real world around you in the morning.
Ellie was on the other side of town, or at least, leaving the other side of town. It was late, and while she did love to be a creature of the night, there was something that sounded much more inviting than a glass of whiskey and a cigarette.
You, of course.
You were Ellieâs kryptonite, the single thing in this entire fucked up world that convinced her there was something worth living for, in her case, existing for. You were so fucking good, so sweet, so forgiving of literally everything. There were too many times that Ellie recalled where she wasnât even sure you were real, perhaps another mythical creature much like herself, sent to this world to lure others into a trap that was just as filthy and terrible as the rest of the world.
But you werenâtâŠthere were never any cons or secrets that you held, and if you did hold any secrets, you were more than willing to let Ellie in on them. NoâŠno you were different.
God were you different.
Ellie recalls the night she first laid eyes on you like it was yesterday, her cold, dead heart jolting back to life for only a second when she saw you, at least thatâs what it felt like. Your smile radiant in the dim, multicolored lights of the club, cheeks shining, eyes twinkling, like an angel sent from above. Ellie almost felt like a being as evil, and sour as she wasnât worthy of being in the same room as you.
And godâŠyour fucking smell.
Ellie could go on about it for hours. Sure, you were remarkable without it, but it was just the icing on the cake, the twisting of the knife in her chest.
She has mastered the art of walking into a room filled with warm bodies pumped full of blood and while ago, her throat burning with the urge to sink her teeth into her next poor victim. It was easy, annoying, but easy, and she couldnât really remember the last time she struggled being around anyone, especially friends, or even friends of a friend.
But the second she saw you, your sweet, dulcet smell wafting against her nose, she was transported back in time. Back to a time where she was but a young vampire, clueless of the world around her, of her new life, adapting to something she didnât even know existed before all of this, without a single guide or a fucking pamphlet for gods sakes.
It made her eyes widen, and she stopped breathing instantly to try and dull the scent of you sneaking into her nostrils and down into her eager throat. She noticed the way you pouted and sighed whenever sheâd ignore you, or give her nothing but a brief response whenever you tried to get to know her. She could tell this wasnât your thing, the night life, partying, you were here because someone asked it of you, and you being the good friend you are would never let anyone you cared about down.
Despite Ellie being a total dick to you because she simply couldnât control herself around you, you sucked it up, carried on and stayed until everyone else decided to leave.
Watching you leave that night, made Ellie realize you werenât something she could pass up.
Asking for your number was probably the best thing Ellie had ever done in her immortal life. Speaking to you was far better than thinking about you constantly, and after sheâd convinced herself she wouldnât do anything stupid with you, she was finally ready to introduce herself to you, the right way.
Itâs how she constantly found herself like this, searching for your warm embrace around her cold, dead body every time she found the opportunity. Sheâd come to you when she was done working, sheâd come to you when the girls at the bar were boring her, sheâd even come to you when she simply knew you were home and she had nothing to do.
Ellie hummed softly as she looked up at your apartment building, the warm summer breeze wafting against her skin as she stared up at your window, the white curtains blowing out with the wind. She sighs to herself.
âTold you to stop leaving your window openâŠâ she mumbles softly to herself.
The human eye wouldnât ever be able to catch the way Ellie climbs up the side of your building, her arms and legs scaling it like a pro, making it look as simple as walking, or even breathing. Itâs too fast, and in the blink of an eye, sheâs at your balcony, long fingers pulling back your curtains to get a look at your sleeping figure.
She watches as your chest rises and falls, your blanket covering your sleeping frame, bare legs kicked out from under them, shining under the moonlight. She isnât sure how long she stays there at your window staring at you, watching in awe as you do something as simple as sleep.
It isnât until you shift slightly in your sleep, a dreamy sigh leaving your lips, that Ellie finally pushes her long legs over your window to step into your room, sneaker clad feet pressing onto the wooden floor of your bedroom.
She looks around for a moment, taking a deep inhale as she lets your scent wash over her for a moment, eyes fluttering shut as she simply lets you consume her, fill her up and make her feel whole again.
Make her feel alive again.
You never really understood it, why Ellie lingered when she hugged you, face pressed at the nape of your neck, swaying you slowly as she clung to you longer than normal. WellâŠyou did know, at least youâd find out later on when Ellie finally explained everything to youâŠwhat she was, how it happened.
Although, it was only half what you thought. Sure, the smell of your blood made Ellieâs mouth water, her nostrils flare and her throat burn, but it was so much more than that. You made her feel whole, and even if it were a few seconds, she was going to make the most of it every time she got the chance.
And thatâs what she felt when she was in your little room. The cool breeze filling up the space, the dim lights casting a warm glow over you because you couldnât sleep in the dark. You used the excuse of creating an ambiance for yourself when you slept, but Ellie knew you far better than that. It was like youâd perfected the feeling of comfort, bottled it up and sprayed it around your room every other day.
The wind blowing your curtains a bit harder caught Ellieâs attention, and she sighed softly as she walked over to it and shut it. She had told you time and time again to quit it, warning you about the weirdos that would love to take advantage of a pretty girl with her window open while in the most vulnerable state.
Even though the only weirdo that ever snuck into your room through said window, was Ellie. If anything, your little habit only fueled Ellieâs addiction for you further.
The sound of your window closing makes you groan softly in your sleep, and at that sound, Ellie knows sheâs done it.
While she wanted nothing more than for you to be awake when she came over, she hated waking you. You looked so fucking serene when you slept, and Ellie felt like the devil himself whenever she accidentally ripped you away from that, even if the only thing she wanted was for you to be awake and talking to her.
Your body twists and turns a bit, slowly finding its way out of the drowsy state of sleep you were in. You let out a gentle yawn before one of your hands come up to rub your eyes, moments before you turn to your side to face her, hand resting between your cheek and your pillow as your eyes open and focus on the tall frame standing in front of your bed.
Ellie is convinced nothing scares you, because for as long as sheâd been doing this, sneaking into your bedroom and watching you sleep, on the rare occasion that you wake up and catch her, you never seem scared. You donât gasp or scream, you donât even flinch when you see the dark, looming presence stood there in front of you. Ellie was sure the first time you caught her there, that youâd scream in horror before calling the police on her.
But you never did. You always stared at her with a sleepy smile, eyes puffy with sleep, lips a bit swollen, looking at her as if she were your favorite person in the entire world.
And like all those nights before, you do the same. A gentle yawn falls from your lips as you rub your eyes once more before tugging your blanket further up your shoulder.
âEllieâŠâ you sigh out softly, and you sound so fucking dreamy, so beautiful does her name sound falling from her lips. It makes Ellie weak in the knees.
She walks over to you slowly, smiling softly down at you as she grows closer and closer to your bed until sheâs standing over you, one of her hands coming down and running around your blanket clad shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
âWanted to come visitâŠsorry I woke youâ she hums soft, her hand traveling up until it reaches your face, one of her fingers caressing your cheek ever so slightly. Your eyes flutter shut at this, and she can see that the gesture alone is nearly enough to lull you back to sleep.
âSâokayâŠI wake up in the middle of the night all the timeâŠyou know thatâ you assure her, words falling with yet another yawn before you open your sleepy eyes up again to stare up at her.
Before she can even speak though, your content expression is replaced with one of worry as you finally get the chance to focus on her face, your eyebrows furrowing as you prop yourself up on your elbow, your other hand reaching up to touch her cheek as you become more and more alert with each passing moment.
âAre you okay Ellie? You lookâŠwhy are your eyes soâŠâ you mumble, now on your knees to reach her better, your face in front of hers as your eyes search hers.
She looked pale, paler than usual. Her lips were chapped, eyes dull and sunken in, she looked like she hadnât slept in centuries, like all the life had been sucked out of her. And while that technically was the case, Ellie often looked vibrant for her dead state, eyes sharp and alert, green eyes almost fluorescent with color when you looked into them.
Immediately, you know what was wrong.
âWhenâs the last time youâŠhad something to eat?â You ask sternly, eyebrows furrowed and a firm frown on your pouty lips.
That was another thingâŠEllie hadnât properly fed in about two weeks, going on three now.
She let out a gentle sigh, her hands resting on your hips as your own rested on her cheeks, cupping her face and forcing her to look into your eyes even though she avoided eye contact.
She hated when you saw her this way, so weak, so small. She liked it when she was the best version of herself, the version that was well fed, agile and strong. Not like this, not like when she was turning into a shell of the woman she once was.
âIâŠitâs just been a few nights, angelâŠitâs no big dealâ she tries, giving your hips a firm squeeze as she attempts to convince you that she was fine. However her appearance and her voice is a dead giveaway that sheâs lying, the sound hoarse and scratchy, sounding as if sheâd been clawing at her throat for days to ease the pain she felt.
âYou canât lie to me, Ellie. You look horribleâ you scold the girl.
She lets out a sigh, and she almost feels ashamed of herself. Sure, there were times where a meal was a bit harder to come by, people becoming a bit more aware of the danger that lingered when she was near, but god, Ellie couldnât remember a time where it was this bad. It was like every single time she got someone in her arms, trapped in her little scheme, something cock blocked her entirely from finishing the deed.
And the more times that happened, the weaker she got.
âIâve just been really unluckyâŠokay? Most of us do this in packs or with a fucking partner at leastâŠit gets tricky when youâre on your ownâ she finally admitted, a gentle sigh falling from her lips as she leaned down to rest her head against your shoulder, pressing her weight against you in the process, as it was slowly becoming unbearable to hold it up herself at this point.
âMâjust going through a thing right now, babyâŠdonât worry about itâ she mumbled against you, lips ghosting over your soft skin as she again tried to assure you sheâd been fine.
Ellie had always made it a point to never get as low as this, and if she did, she made it a point to never let you see her. What would her sweet best friend think of her if the monster she truly was had the chance to shine through? How would you ever allow her in your presence again once you finally realized how disgusting she truly was?
What Ellie didnât know, is that you didnât think any of those things. You could never find her to be a monster or disgusting, you adored her far too much to ever see her that way. No, what you did think when you saw her that way, were any of the things you could do to help her. That was the only thing you wanted, to help her.
You donât even think twice before you say it, giving yourself a moment to mull over the idea and weigh out the pros and cons before itâs escaping the confides of your mind and making its debut out into your bedroom.
âFeed on meâ you blurt out, so quickly you arenât even sure Ellie fully catches it properly.
But she does, Ellie hears every word, every syllable, she can even hear the way your heart beat quickens after youâve said it.
Sheâs slowly lifting her head from your shoulder, eyebrows furrowed and lips frowning as she stares down at you, your eyes wide and hopeful, hopeful that sheâll take the offer, that sheâll allow you to give yourself to her for the sake of her wellbeing.
âNo.â She deadpans without a second thought. She doesnât even give herself a second to indulge in the idea of it, knowing how badly it could end, how terrible it could be with one wrong move, or one gulp too much. Ellie knows that this is nothing to toy with, especially with you.
Youâre quickly shaking your head once she rejects your offer, your hands falling from her face to rest down on her shoulders, leaning in a bit to press your body closer to hers.
âEllieâŠlook at yourself. How were you even able to climb up here?â You plead with the girl, giving her shoulders a gentle squeeze before you inhale deeply.
âIâm giving you permissionâŠI want you to do thisâ your words almost come out like a beg, wanting nothing more than to simply help the girl, to help a friend in need that clearly needed it.
And you knew deep down, that no matter what, Ellie would never hurt you.
Ellie knew it too. She knew that she wouldnât go too far to take your life away from you. She had been around long enough to have the self control to stop whenever she knew youâd had too much.
However, that didnât mean it wouldnât be hard.
She inhaled deeply, giving your hips a gentle squeeze before she finally brought her own eyes up to look into yours. Her pink tongue darted out to run along her lips, wetting the chapped skin before she let out a gentle sigh.
âYouâll tell me when it becomes too muchâŠright?â She asks, desperate for confirmation from you that you wonât let her go too far, even if she wanted to.
You give her a bright smile, a gentle giggle leaving your lips as you nod. âI willâŠnow go onâŠsooner you do this, the sooner I can sleepâ you tease her playfully, which makes her groan softly with a pout.
She sighed softly, reaching forward and pushing your hair to the side to expose the soft, supple skin of your neck. Her eyes zeroed in on it, and she could practically see your pulse from beneath your skin, making her shudder at the thought of it. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your throat, which earns a gentle sigh from you.
âThisâll hurtâŠâ she mumbles against you, peppering your skin with gentle kisses. You simply tilt your head further to the side, resting your temple against her shoulder as your arms hang loosely around her neck, your body pressed against hers.
âMmâŠIâll be okayâ you mumble out sleepily, your fingers coming up to toy with the hair at the nape of her neck.
Ellie can feel the way your pulse slows under her lips, and she has to stop herself from groaning due to how fucking strong your smell was right now with your body pressed against hers. She knew that the longer the stood her, mouthing away at your neck instead of actually feeding, sheâd just keep you from getting back to the rest that she had interrupted in the first place.
It was now or never.
She sighed softly, swallowing thickly before she opened her mouth a bit wider, fangs protruding out from her gums and taking their rightful place. She let them graze your skin, the sharp teeth sure to leave scratches from something as small as a graze, before she finally latched her lips to your throat, and sunk her teeth into your flesh.
NowâŠEllie had her fair share of tasty meals within her immortal life time. There were maybe a handful of people that left a faint memory in her head, better than most of the others sheâd fed on in her past, so she was no stranger to a warm body with a nice taste.
But you? GodâŠ.there was nothing in this world that couldâve prepared Ellie for how fuckingâŠdivine you taste. It was like liquid gold on her tongue, the smell that had plagued her mind from the moment she met you a mere tease to the real deal. It made Ellie moan against you, her eyes fluttering shut as her tattooed hands clawed at your waist, gripping the skin so tightly she was sure to leave bruises, pressing you flush against her body.
She could practically feel the essence of your life filling her up and bringing all of her strength back, replacing the once empty, dull feeling in her body with one that could only be described as rejuvenation. The taste you gave her flowing into her mouth and making her feel like sheâd died and gone to heaven.
The noises you made only aided Ellie in her blissful state, tiny moans and huffs leaving your lips as you continued massaging her scalp with gentle fingers, allowing her to take whatever she needed from you.
Ellie knew she couldâve drained you, taken every last drop of your life and left you dry. She could do it ten times over if it were an option, however it wasnât, and she knew at the back of her head she could only take what she needed, and nothing more. So she knew once your grip around her neck loosened a bit, that she needed to stop.
She unlatched from your neck breathlessly, your crimson blood painting her plush lips, red eyes blown out wide as she eyed the damage sheâd done to your poor neck, the punctures filling Ellieâs chest with a sense of pride as some of your blood and her saliva dripped down the base of your throat. She leaned in, licking you clean before pressing a gentle kiss to the wound, groaning softly as when she heard you hum softly.
âAllâŠfinished?â You mumbled out with a dreamy smile on your lips, eyes half lidded as you stared up at the girl who had just nearly sucked you dry.
Ellie stared down at you with a look of disbelief, the back of her hand coming up and wiping her lips. âYou said youâd tell me to stopâŠâ she groaned softly as she gently set you down to lay back on your bed.
You let out a soft yawn, nodding as you tugged your blanket up with a weak hand to drape over your body. âI wasâŠyou stopped sooner than anticipatedâ you giggled out sleepily before you eyed the girl from your bed, already feeling the drowsy affects of sleep taking over.
âYou look better already, ElâŠâ your compliment made her dead heart swell. She could feel it too, your life coursing through her veins and bringing back all of the good aspects of being immortal, the strength, the radiance, all of it brought back because of you.
She chuckled softly at your words, walking over to your closet and grabbing your first aid kit, fishing a little band aid out before walking back towards you. She sat at the edge of the bed, her pointer and middle finger pushing your jaw up slightly to get a look at the wound sheâd given you.
âHereâŠso you donât get blood on your pillowâ she explains as she pressed the bandaid to your neck. You simply hum in response, and Ellie knows youâre probably already asleep. Between being tired before all of this, and losing blood, she expected for you to be out like a light long before she bid you a goodnight.
She stays a bit longer after youâve fallen asleep, her long limbs crawling over your body to lay in bed with you, marveling at the way the color returned to your body, the way your chest rose and fell slowly, the way your lips would part with a gentle sigh ever so often. Sheâd let her hands caress your skin, watching as goosebumps appeared to trail after them. She simply appreciated how human you were, how warm and responsive you were even during sleep.
She leaves once the sun begins to peak above the horizon, knowing youâd want your privacy when you woke up in a few hours. She makes sure to close your window after sheâs left too, scaling down the building much quicker than she did when she first arrived.
And while she walks home, the sun slowly casting a warm glow onto the city she lived in, she knew that sheâd made a mistake by feeding on you.
Because now? She was completely and utterly ruined for anyone else that sheâd feed on after you.
Bloodlust
The word had entirely different meaning for those like Ellie, creatures of the night that fed on the essence of life, the scarlet, metallic liquid that flowed and pumped throughout the bodies of the living.
She had heard of it happening to other vampires, in an instance of finding the human being that acted as a drug to them, making it hard to function without their taste on their tongues. It was an occasion that only ever happened when there was a mutual agreement between a vampire and a human, a hunter/prey proposition that acted in a moreâŠethical way.
It consumed the one feeding, making it hard to function without the person near, almost creating an inseparable bond between the two, paired with a constant line of food with it as well. It took over nearly everything, mind, body, soul, all of it belonging to the person they fed on, the human often times having more control over the vampire.
Ellie never really believed in it, instead viewing blood as something that was of and in itself, the same all the time. Sure, there were some people that tasted better than others, but blood was blood, no matter who the person was, they were more or less all the same at the end of the day. A meal was a meal, and that was that.
So if that was true, why were you the only thing on Ellieâs mind every waking second after the night she fed on you?
You were always on Ellieâs mind before it all, lingering at the back, making her smile when she thought of something silly youâd said to her earlier in the week, face beaming whenever youâd send a text her way, so it wasnât out of the ordinary that you were on her mind.
She thought of it constantly, the way you were soâŠso fucking eager for her, a sense of intimacy lingering in the air of an act so selfless. Your pouty lips parted as you moaned and sighed her name, her lips attached to your neck as you gave her everything. Feeding was always something that felt the slightest bit romantic, the closeness of it all.
But youâŠdoing it with you was different than anything sheâd ever experienced.
She knew it meant nothing to you, she knew that it was simply you being a good friend, which meant it was borderline wrong for her to take it any way other than what it was, but she couldnât help herself. She could still taste you on her tongue when she got home, plopping down into her bed and staring up at the ceiling in her dark room as she felt her core tighten and flutter as she referenced back to the memory.
Ellie couldnât help herself when she unbuttoned her jeans, slipped her hands down to cup her pussy, and caught her aching clit against her calloused fingers to give it some much needed attention.
And she moaned your name as if it were the only word in her vocabulary, blubbering and crying out for you as she angrily fucked her aching pussy, eyebrows furrowed to the point where she almost looked upset.
âF-fuckâŠ.thatâs my fucking girlâŠthatâs itâŠgonna cum all over your pretty fuckinâ faceâ she groaned out, picturing you settled between her legs, eagerly lapping at her weeping core, grinding down onto your face and giving you everything she had, much like you did when you allowed her to feed on you.
Sheâd cum with your name falling from her lips, back arching as her hips rolled against her palm, sopping wet cunt painting her slick all over her hand, making it hard to even keep it where she needed it with how wet she was, how fucking riled up you had her.
And sheâd do it again, lying in her bed and thinking of the memory over and over again, hanging on to the sound of your voice sighing out her name, moaning for her as she licked her lips, searching for the taste of your blood still soaked on them. All while you were sound asleep in your apartment where she left you.
If Ellie thought she was drawn to you before, she was sorely mistaken. Because now? All she could do was crave you. It interrupted her day to day, made her brain foggy when she wasnât with you or talking to you.
And soon? It became a habit.
Ellie was at your door every other night, long fingers searching for your hips to pull you closer as she pressed her face into your neck, tongue slipping out of her mouth to run along the now permanent marks on your neck, whispering in your ear about how badly she needed you.
It had become a bit of a routine, Ellie would come over, youâd let her feed on you until she saw fit, sheâd go home and fuck herself, and then she would live in her own personal hell for the next few days that she wasnât able to see you.
Itâs how she found herself dragging her body down the hallway to your apartment, a heavy hand coming up to the door and giving it a firm knock.
When you answer, Ellie thinks you look like a dream. Your body is leaned up against the door, head resting against it as you give her a dreamy smile, oversized t-shirt hanging off of one of your shoulders, sleep shorts barely visible beneath the end of the shirt, hugging your ass so perfectly, your white socks bunched up at your ankles.
She has to bite back the moan that threatens to escape when she lays eyes on you.
âMmâŠhi Ellieâ your voice sounds like the sweetest melody, and sheâs smiling sheepishly as she walks towards you, bending her knees a bit as she wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her tall frame, nearly light you up off the ground completely.
âThere she isâŠâ she sighed against you, and it sounds like Ellie can finally breath, like the weight holding her back from breathing in the air she so desperately needed has finally been granted to her, it makes you giggle softly.
You wrap your arms around her neck, humming softly as your fingers come up to tangle in her hair, simultaneously pulling her into your apartment. She kicks the door closed behind her, arms still wrapping you up and keeping you close.
She keeps you close, her head coming up to take a look at the set up you have going in that sheâs walked in to. She can tell youâve been working on your book, your laptop set on your couch paired with your favorite blanket, and a mug set on your coffee table that was still steaming.
âWorking on the book?â She asked softly, you nod as you turn around in your arms, and excited smile on your face as you walk over to your spot, clicking the keypad a few times before you shut it.
âYup. Iâm getting pretty farâŠ.was wrapping it up right before you came overâ you practically beamed.
Ellie always found it so endearing how dedicated you were to your work, and rightfully so, Ellie reminded you time and time again that sheâd lived through many eras of famous writers, but you always topped them ten times over and then some. Sheâd never let you forget the talent you had was rare.
You plopped down on your couch after sliding your laptop into its little compartment under your coffee table, your legs coming up to cross over each other as you pat the spot next to you eagerly, to which she easily obliged of course.
Her old denim jacket rustled a bit as she sat down, resting her back against your couch as she slouched down a bit, legs spread as she stares up at you through the dim, cozy lighting of your living room.
You giggle softly, resting your cheek against your palm as you look down at her. âWhat are you staring at? Youâre looking at me like Iâm something to eatâŠâ your words trail off, eyes narrowing at the girl playfully before you sit up, crossing your arms.
âDid you come all the way here to get a free meal out of me, Williams?â Your tone is accusing, but playful, and it makes Ellie chuckle as she bring her tattooed hands up to rub up and down her face before she groans.
âWhen you say it like that it sounds badâŠ.I see it as seeing my favorite person with something extra added into itâŠâ she defends herself before chuckling, looking back at you as she tugs her bottom lip into her mouth, sucking gently on the plump skin, letting her mind linger to imagine it was your lips she was sucking on instead as her eyes slowly zeroed in on them, similar to if she were under a spell.
âYou know you donât have to if you donât want toâŠâ she mumbled out softly, voice gentle and truthful.
It was true, Ellie would cut all of this out the second you made even the slightest signal that you were tired of it, or if your body simply couldnât handle it anymore. She knew that sheâd never use you as her personal blood bag. The minute you wanted out, you got it, no questions asked.
You give her a gentle smile though, shaking your head as you shifted your body a bit so that it was now laying down on the end of the couch opposite of Ellie, your head resting against one of the plush pillows you had next to you while you were writing. You spread your legs a bit, making space for Ellie to crawl into before you stretched your arms out for her, a silent call for the girl to come closer.
âIâll always give it to you, ElâŠyou know that. ComeâŠâ you call her again with a slight flick of your wrist.
Your words make Ellieâs head swirl, all of it sounding, and feeling, much too similar to something else, something more than just a friend helping another friend out. It sounds like youâre giving something else to her, something sheâd dreamt of taking from you from the moment she laid eyes on you.
But she canât indulge in that, not now, not when youâre being so kind.
She chokes back a groan, the girl slowly crawling over your body, similar to a predator creeping over its prey. Her body consuming yours as she pressed either one of her palms into the plush couch near your head, staring into your eyes as she settled between your warm thighs, the plush skin pressing against a sliver of her hips that was exposed at the top of her jeans. The feeling of her body pressed against your warm cunt, the only thing separating the two of you being the think material of your shorts, drove Ellie to the brink of insanity.
She hummed softly, her eyes trailing down your every feature, taking you in, eating you up for a moment before she grabbed your chin, tilting your head up and away to give her better access to the little area of your throat that had now become hers and only hers.
Soon, sheâs leaning down, her body pressed against yours as she peppers kisses along your jaw until she reaches your throat, licking at the two little wounds that were in the shape of her fangs before she sighed against your skin, finally giving in and letting her protruding fangs sink into your skin.
Youâd always been comfortable around Ellie, never shying away from her touch whenever sheâd grab you whenever you were out together, or letting her easily pull you into her lap whenever you watched movies or played video games together, intimate touches never being out of the ordinary in your relationship.
But now, ever since you and her had startedâŠwhatever it was that youâd been doing, you had seemed to cross a boundary that was once put up. What was once little sighs and huffs, turned into full on moans whenever Ellie would press her body against yours and take what she wanted. Youâd grip her hair, keeping her close as you moaned and whined out her name, breathless begs for her to keep going.
âFuckâŠEllieâŠâ you moaned out for her, your eyes fluttering shut as your fingers laced into her brown hair, keeping her close as her hands moved from either sides of your head to instead grip your body. Your hips were her favorite, holding onto the plush skin and keeping you close, massaging and kneading you as she pleased, a small piece of her wanting to bruise you up, just so she knew she was able to leave marks on you other than your neck.
It egged her on further, your calls for her making her swipe her tongue over the wound before she continued sucking your sweet essence from your body. Ellie wasnât sure if you were fond of it at first, but now? With how you reacted? She was sure you enjoyed it, if even a little bit.
She became so drunk off of you, her mind clouded with the intense flavor of your blood, nearly choking on it with how quickly she drank sometimes. One of her hands left your hips, sliding down until she gripped your thigh, pulling it up and closer to wrap around her body, massaging the soft skin as she let one of her legs slip over your other one, so that her thigh was slotted against your cunt, and yours against hers.
Ellie didnât even realize it at first, but she slowly began to grind into you, letting her thigh rub against your barely clothed pussy as she drank from you, her senses completely overwhelmed with just how fucking good you tasted, how good you felt. She felt her mind and body buzz with electricity when she pressed her chest against yours, and she could feel your nipples hardening through the thin material of your shirt, pressing against her own chest.
âMmâŠh-hahâŠEllie..IâŠ.Ellie pleaseâŠâ you begged, and Ellie was able to hear the way your voice was slowly going, growing more and more hoarse with every moan, every pant.
She was taking too much, and she wasnât sure if she was begging for you to stop, or to keep going.
Ellie groaned loudly against you, prying her lips away from your dulcet neck, panting loudly as she pulled away further to look down at you, letting herself get a good look at the mess sheâd made of you.
Your lips were swollen, eyes growing heavy, skin getting dull. Your hair was messy, and your shirt was pulled down further, revealing more of your shoulder and collar bones, while the bottom was pushed up to show more of your stomach.
It was like a dream and a nightmare all at once.
You blinked a few times as you tried catching your breath, staring up at Ellie as one of your hands came up to cup her cheek gently.
âA-all better?â You stuttered out, giving her that notorious dreamy smile of yours, the one that made Ellie feel like she was the only person in the world that got to see it.
Sheâs drained you, and yet you were asking if she felt better.
Ellie held back a groan, her large hand wrapping around your wrist before she brought your hand down to press a kiss to your palm, giving you a gentle nod before she inhaled deeply to control the emotions that threatened to escape while she saw you this way.
âAlways when Iâm with you babyâ she chuckled out sadly.
The smile you give Ellie nearly has her in tears, because you look so genuinely happy, so content with the fact that youâve helped her, that youâve made Ellie feel better, even if itâs at the expensive of your own comfort.
At the expensive of your own life.
âIâm gladâŠâ you hummed out softly before you yawned, clearly tired out from what Ellie had done to you. It makes Ellie frown, and sheâs quickly pushing herself off of you before she scoops you up into her arms to carry you off to your bedroom.
Soon, she has you tucked into bed, your eyes closing almost as soon as your head hits the pillow, and Ellie has your blankets pulled up over your arms. Itâs almost mind blowing how quickly you fall asleep, it makes Ellie feel a bit jealous, because she canât remember a time where she was that comfortable in a bed to fall asleep so fast.
She watches you, of course. Sticking around for a few hours after youâve slept, keeping an eye on you to make sure your chest continues to rise and fall slowly. She knows it would never go that far, but she always gets nervous after feeding.
Tonight was also different, and it was eating away at her because she knew there wasnât really a right or wrong way to go about cleaning about it, or comforting you about how wrong this was, and how much Ellie had been draining you. Even the fact that you expected it of her when she came over left a bitter taste in her mouth, one that replaced the sweet one that usually lingered on her tongue after she had a taste of you.
And as she watched you sleep, so peaceful and so serene, Ellie began to think of any way this would blossom into something more. How would this carry on? She would continue sucking from you until you died one day? Sheâd come to you like a thief in the knight well after you had a family? Children to look after? Your life moving on while she stayed in an immortal purgatory? One where she continued the cycle of coming to you for a quick bite to eat? Paired with a warm body to lay on top of for the time being?
There was no way it could surpass this. You being her friend, helping her in a way not many could. Ellie knew, that deep down, the life she wanted with you was not one that was easy to come by, something that she wouldnât dare ask of you. From the moment she saw you, she wanted more. Because thatâs what she did, she took, and took, and took until there was nothing left to take, and it was slowly happening with you.
But Ellie loved you too fucking much to take until you were nothing but a shriveled up peace of what you used to be.
So, she took one long last look at you and she left your window. Because that night, she promised herself that she was finished. The life she wanted with you unfortunately wasnât written in the stars for her, and she knew that from the moment she saw you.
Ellie was letting you go, because she knew it she didnât.
Sheâd just end up killing you.
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wc: 1.1k .... i tried istg this is not what i intended to do, i tried to make this short :(
warnings: fem bodied reader, switchy? kinda power bottom reader, reader rec (vi wears a strap), titty worship (vi rec) both parties are very desperate, reader calls her cupcake, biting, marking, idk what else.
this is also perhaps based off a tiktok edit i saw....um anyway!!
she's over you, on top of you, whatever you want to call it. a hand clenches around your hip for dear life, the other one is beside your head to stabilize herself.
her tongue is in your mouth and her strap buried deep inside you.
her moans are needy and loud. even if every one is muffled and wet with the way you suck on her tongue, they're still loud enough to ring in your ears on repeat like a damn bell.
she kisses desperately, whines prettily, groans hungrily. like she's trying to devour you. like you're trying to consume her.
it's fucking disgusting, dirty and downright messy. saliva smeared across your face and her's; mixing with the residue cum on her face from when she ate you out. it makes her taste all the sweeter, makes you feel all the more feral, grabbing chunks of her black hair in your fists, dragging her in like she's the air you need to breathe.
It's like neither of you can get enough. like you're animals tussling on the streets with the way you howl, with the way she pants, with the way your nails dig into her back, drawing blood.
she growls into your skin. it's like she can feel the way your cunt clenches deliciously around the toy, feel the pulsing warmth of your pussy wrapped around her, sucking her in. feel every thrust as your heels dig into her back, pushing her, encouraging her.
her thrusts are needy, though they started out deep and hard, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. enough to knock the wind from your lungs with every thrust, brutal like she wished it were real so she could fill you up and steal your breath away like that.
but with prolonged time, even with all her muscles and power they've become more shallow, sloppy, slowed.
her thighs burn, her muscles ache.
it's fucking maddening.
you sound like a wounded animal.
"vi," you pant between kisses. "fuck," you hiss as she nudges against your g-spot harshly. "faster, go fucking faster."
her forehead presses against yours as she grunts in reply. sweat runs down her temples, smudging her black makeup further, her hair brushes over your skin.
you push it back, cupping her face as you stare into her eyes. she's tired, you can see it. she had a long day at the pits, you know that. you told her that it was okay if she was too tired, but she insisted, pulling back her hair and getting on her knees.
her lips find your's desperately, she whines into them, licking into your mouth.
your body screams for release.
fuck, sometimes you just have to,
she lets out a cute gasp when you move, messily rolling over through the soaked sheets before you come out on top.
your hands plant themselves on her chest, rolling her nipples with your fingers, curious to what noises you can elicit. she whines, looking up at you with wide eyes.
"shit, you're such a fucking liar" you say in that ragged, sex filled voice that makes her head spin. it doesn't help that you're pinching one to hear another one of those delicious noises. "my tits aren't sensitive, my ass."
"s-shut up."
this position isn't unheard of for you two, but you've always been one to lay back and let her do the work. playing with her tits is new though, since she'd always claimed that they didn't do anything for her.
that's not what her body told you now.
you lean down, hands never leaving her tits as you start kissing up her neck, lazily grinding your hips down, moaning at the delicious sparks of heat lighting up inside you. "this okay, cupcake?" you whisper.
her voice is a perfect mix of vulnerable and wanton, "y-yeah." you squeeze the fat of her tits, tugging at a nipple until her back arches up, thrusting into you unexpectedly.
your eyes roll back for a moment, mouth falling open. she does it again and you curse under your breath. "keep fucking doing that" she obeys easily.
"good girl." you pant as you lift your hips up for the first time, letting yourself fall back. "fuck," it feels better than you remembered.
you bury your face into her neck to hide your moans, nipping at her skin to distract yourself from the coursing waves of pleasure as her hands find their home on your hips.
you begin biting, sucking, leaving red marks that'll fade to purple. it'll go with her dark attire, warn off all those other bitches who watch her at the pits and think she's someone they can try to fuck.
they can't. she's fucking your's.
"you like that?" she lilts, head thrown back, eyes rolled back at the feeling of your hands and mouth all over her. she really shouldn't be talking but you can also do nothing but bury your teeth into her skin as a reply.
you're so fucking wet, and so fucking close. you can't fucking think. your lips trail down her neck, over her collarbone, and then sealing over her right boob, sucking onto it gently for a moment.
and then her fingers find your clit.
you jolt like you've been electrocuted, like there isn't lights bursting behind your eyes as they roll back, back arching, teeth sinking into her skin for the umpteenth time.
it'll leave a pretty bite mark surrounding her nipple.
it drives her more crazy. her fingers moving faster against the nub. the feeling of your warm mouth around like fucking heaven. her feet plant on the bed beneath her to drive up into you harder, faster, hitting places that you didn't even know about.
her hand on the back of your head, presses you closer to her, spit covering her chest as you cum.
the tension in you snaps, hitting you head on like a train as you came undone with a cry of her name. your body convulses over her, your thighs trembling on either side of her hips. she never stops rubbing your clit, and you never stop grinding, riding out your orgasm with a gasp until it starts to ache.
"stop." and the pressure is gone immediately.
giving her nipple one last shuddering lick, you rest your forehead against her collarbone, sighing.
no words are exchanged for a moment, no words need to be. fingers run through your hair, and a hand soothes lightly over your hip. you can hear her heard beating from here, hear her panting lightly.
you're panting too, closing your eyes before you work up enough energy to make the simply action of looking up at her, a wide grin across your face. "did you cum? from me playing with your nipples a little bit?"
she groans. "shut up."
a/n: this is not an invitation to ask me to start writing for sub reader n stuff, cause at it's core i don't really see this as sub reader, just letting everyone know cause i most likely won't write stuff like this like ever again
i was in a mood while writing this and while it might be shit cause i haven't written lots of stuff like this before, i hope you all enjoyed it!!
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Part One Fifteen
Steveâs left bloody smears on the tiles, but the bleeding does seem to have turned a little more sluggish; heâs too frightened now to pull his sock away, heâs pretty sure itâs stuck to the wounds where the blood has started to crust over.
From the floor, Steve manages to reach up for the phone, it rings nearly a dozen times, but Steve persists. He knows Hopper will assume itâs an emergency.
Steve hates doing this, but he definitely canât drive. Just the thought of making it to the car on his own makes him cringe, and the dull, thudding pain is radiating out to the rest of his foot.
âHopper.â
âHop. Sorry. I think I need some help.â
âOn my way.â
The doctor frowns at Steve spectacularly, âa raccoon?â
âI know, wild right?â
âSo that means he definitely needs a tetanus,â Hopper says unhelpfully from where heâs perched on the other side of the treatment room. Heâs got a coffee in a Styrofoam cup and an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth.
Steve hisses as the doctor uses some saline to loosen the sock, peeling it away from the wound, âIâll give you something to numb the area, and then it will need some stitches. An x-ray might-â
âNah,â Steve interjects, âstitch me up, I need to get home.â
The doctor has that look on her face again. From the other side of the room, Hopper sighs, âIâll be back in a bit.â
Steve can hear El and Eddie from where heâs standing in the kitchen. Elâs been teaching him stuff again; today sheâs taught him the ABC song. They rush through when they get to the âLMNOPâ part, making Steve smile.
âOkay Steve, weâre ready!â El shouts for him from the next room, and Steve goes in.
The furniture's been moved out of the way, Eddie lying on his back in the middle of the room. Heâs laying on a white sheet, the long point of his tale stark black against the material. Next to his hip, thereâs a pair of legs. They stand perfectly fine on their own, disembodied, rounds of flat pale skin on top, where they end at the thighs.
Eddie looks over smiling, âoh good, youâve brought it.â
Steve looks down. In his hand heâs holding a saw.
Steve wakes, flailing. Heâs gasping for air, trying to orientate himself. Panicking.
Heâs sitting. It takes him a few confused seconds, but it all comes flooding back. Fuck, his neck hurts, and his back.
Just a dream he thinks on repeat to himself. Just a dream just a dream just a dream.
His foot. His foot is still up on the coffee table, âSteve, come on, itâs okay. Youâre okay.â
âWhat,â he manages to croak out.
âHere, drink this,â Robin hands him a half glass of tepid water, Steve downs it, âyou had a nightmare.â
Thereâs a towel and a bag of peas draped over Steveâs ankle; trying to cool the area. Keep the swelling down, or whatever. The peas are melted now, the bag sagging in either direction with the weight of the mush inside.
The sight of it makes a sob catch in Steveâs chest, it comes out in a huge shudder, and Steveâs only vaguely worried heâll never be able to walk the frozen isle in the store again. That he will cry spontaneously every time someone offers him a pear.
âWhen did you get here?â
âMom dropped me off, Hopper wanted someone to watch you. Heâs going to go check on El.â
Steveâs head feels muzzy. Too much has happened. They didnât get home until the early hours, and Steveâs blinking in the full light of day thatâs streaming into the lounge. âWhere is he now?â
âBack yard.â
That takes a second to process, âno.â
Steve pulls his foot down, wobbling as he stands, leaving the towel and peas abandoned, âSteve, hang on.â
The dressing and stitches feel like theyâre pulling as Steve takes a few tentative steps, the whole end of his foot feels like itâs burning, Steve moves until he can see Hopper; he can see him from the back, heâs smoking and looking down into the pool.
âRobs, get him away from there, please. Please.â
âOkay, okay,â she says, holding her hands out like sheâs dealing with a skittish animal, she goes to the door, opening it and calling, âHopper, heâs up!â
Hopper comes back in, dropping the end of his cigarette and stamping it out with his boot on his way in, âkid, are you sure he went into the pool?â
The implication of Hopper's question has Steveâs moving before he can really think about it, Robin calling after him that heâs got nothing on his feet, that itâs cold out. Steve ignores her. He has to walk funny, keeping all his weight on his heel on the left foot, but he makes it work. He sees why Hoppers asking; the water of the pool is opaque white.
It looks like the whole thing is filled with milk.
Hopper leaves to go and check on El. Steveâs glad, he did cause Hopper to have to leave her in the middle of the night, and thatâs not fair on El, she might be worried.
Steveâs had maybe a couple of hours sleep on the couch, passing out when they got back from hospital. âYou donât have to do that,â he tells Robin; sheâs scrubbing at the bloody smears Steveâs left on the kitchen tile.
âItâs fine, and itâs not like youâre in any condition to do it. What the fuck Steve, Hopper said he bit off two toes??â
Steve looks down at where the dressingâs covering his foot, âyeah.â Robin sits back on her haunches, bloody rag in hand, glaring. âHe said that...if he eats Demogorgon, then thatâs what he becomes. And if he eats Demodog, he becomes one of those soâŠâ
âSo you let him eat some of you instead? Because thatâs the sane response-â
âI love him, Robs.â
She sighs, âI figured.â
Robin spends most of the day. She talks him into eating some toast; he balks at the thought of soup. Steve takes his pain killers and his antibiotics under Robins close supervision. They have the TV on, and Steve sleeps more.
She tells him to come away when he spends too much time staring out of the window.
Robin has to go that evening; she only does because Steve swears on everything she can think of that he will be fine. He will eat some eggs. He will take his pills. Heâs not a complete invalid.
Robin leaves him after what is probably a ten minute hug, and a promise that she will sell Keith on Steveâs 'family emergency.'
The eggs are sitting heavy in Steveâs stomach when he hobbles outside. He managed to get a sock on over his dressing, but couldnât bare the thought of anything else pressing on his wound, so he goes out like that. Just in socks.
He has a coat on at least, and takes the blanket, knocking snow off a pool lounger and moving it to the edge of the pool so he can sit with his feet up, wrapped in the blanket. The water still hasnât frozen; but it is darker than it was. Itâs turned a sort of pale mucky brown, like someone's mixed some dirt in.
Or chocolate milk.
Steve sits, and he waits, and he cries quietly.
Eventually the cold gets too much, and he heads back inside to try and sleep on the couch.
Steve stares blankly at the unlit Christmas tree, and considers dragging the thing outside and setting fucking fire to it.
He hasnât cried since he woke up, which is a new current record, and he doesnât understand where the anger has come from...but he thinks he might prefer it. Itâs not fair. Nothing about this is fair, and it fills Steve with a rage he doesnât think heâs ever experienced before.
Hopper sits opposite Steve, leaning forward, his hands dangling loose between his knees, and Steve knows that this is Hoppers âIâm trying to be kind, or sympathetic, or understanding face,â Steve also knows heâs not going to like whatever is about to come out of Hopper's mouth and heâs already angry about it.
âKid, I really think we should drain the pool.â
âNo.â
Hopper takes a deep breath, âson,â and that one word fills Steve with a rage so complete he feels utterly still. Utterly calm. Heâs completely empty, in that moment, except for the rage, âif we donât, his body will rot into the water, and if you want to be able to bury him? Then-â
âOut.â
â-what?â
âOut,â Steve stands, and he speaks calmly and levelly, âget out of my house. Right now.â
Hopper doesnât stand, he spreads his hands in a non threatening gesture, âEl says sheâs canât feel him, kid, heâs gone-â
âGet the fuck out of my house!â Steve screams at him, suddenly full to brimming, his hears his pounding, breaths sharp, âI said get out!â
Hopper sighs. He looks at Steve with...pity on his face, but he gets up, and he leaves.
The water is so dark now it looks nearly black. Murky and shitty. There are black, choking vines growing up the inside of the tiles; clinging to the sides of the pool. Some of them are long enough to creep up over the edge, like The Upside Down is bleeding into Hawkins again. Steve is reminded viscerally of Barb Holland, and he hates it.
The phone is ringing. Steve ignores it until it stops.
It makes him itchy, ignoring the phone. Itâs too ingrained in him that something could be wrong. Itâs an emergency. The kids might need him.
It starts ringing again; Steve answers it this time, but only as a preventative measure. If he doesnât answer it, whoever it is might show up, and Steve would really rather not right now.
âHey, Steve.â Robs is uncharacteristically quiet. Reserved. âSo...itâs Christmas tomorrow and, I know you said you didnât want to come for the day but...what about in the evening? Just for a little bit?â She asks, hopefully. âMom says we can save you some leftovers, you know.â
âYeah...yeah, thatâs really kind and everything Rob...â Steve trails off scrubbing at his face. Heâs got a fair bit of stubble going on, and he only showered this morning because even he could pick up on the fact that he stank.
She sighs quietly, âhave you been eating? Taking your meds?â
âI...yeah. Some. And finished the antibiotics.â
âGood. Thatâs good. You want me to come over then?â
âUhm. No. No thatâs fine you, you should have a nice Christmas with your family, okay? We can talk after.â
âSteveâŠâ
âI know, Robs, I know, but Iâll be fine,â Steve tells her with a confidence he doesnât feel.
âOkay, well, Iâll call tomorrow. Love you, Dingus.â
âLove you too Birdie.â
There are thick black vines growing up the legs of Steveâs pool chair; he ignores them. He climbs into position, wrapping himself in his blanket. He has a beer, his pills are finished now, so he canât see the harm.
âI had a shower Eds, sure youâre pleased to hear that. Took the dressing off my foot, and it looks fine, you didnât hurt me, not really.â Steve tacks on, ânot ow,â out of habit.
Steve sips his beer, pulling the blanket tighter around his legs, and not thinking about Eddie's tail doing the same, âIâm supposed to have an appointment to get the stitches out, but itâs not until like the twenty seventh, or something, you know, everything being shut for Christmas. Which is tomorrow, by the way.â
Steve sighs, âanyway, I probably wonât go, it really doesnât look so bad now, I think I could get them out with nail scissors and some tweezers, so I might just do that.â
Steve sips his beer, watching the laden pale clouds scud along overhead, âI think it might snow again, thatâd be nice, right? White Christmas and all that stuff.â
Steve sighs again, and quietly admits, âI think you would have really liked Christmas. You get like, gifts and stuff-â
Thereâs a frantic splash in the pool, Steveâs up as quick as he can, fighting with his blanket, his beer bottle falling, forgotten, and rolling away on the tiles, getting caught on a vine.
Steveâs flooded with adrenaline, heart beating so fast, he doesn't register the chill as he scrambles up, stepping to the edge of the pool.
Eddieâs on the steps, heâs covered in so much slime and shit from the pool it's hard to see him, but Steve doesnât care how dirty it is, heâs knee deep and helping to haul Eddie out the rest of the way.
He has no hair; but he does have legs, and he takes a stumbled step with Steve before collapsing to the ground. He canât breathe, heâs bent over, on his hands and knees, choking. Steveâs lifeguard first aid training kicks in before he can really think about it; fueled by adrenaline, he braces Eddie with an arm about his middle, then using the palm of his hand he delivers one hard upward blow between Eddieâs shoulder blades.
Eddie splutters, but thereâs nothing, so Steve does it again. Suddenly, like a seal has been broken, Eddie coughs up what might be nearly a pint of fluid, yellow and green and streaked with pink blood, it splatters loudly on the ground.
Eddie drags in a huge breath; it might be the most beautiful sound Steveâs ever heard.
They collapse down again, Eddie shivering like crazy, his teeth chattering; Steve grabs his blanket, covering Eddie. Heâs naked and covered in gross shit, completely hairless, and has long gangly legs. Steve doesnât pay attention to any of it really. Just Eddie. Eddieâs here.
He smells fucking awful, but Steve doesnât care, Steve bundles him up and pulls him close, âEddie, are you okay?â
Eddie blinks, his eyes crusted with gack from the pool, pink and puffy and sore looking around the lids, the whites bloodshot to fuck, his voice a raspy mess, the words broken by how violently his teeth are chattering, âEddidie good bad.â
Steve bursts into tears.
Part Seventeen
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nobody puts my bald baby in a corner
Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen / Named Atreides wife A little nsfw but that's not the point. Domestic family life. They have five kids and Feyd desperately wants another. Wifey won't oblige. Don't pay attention to the other characters and Houses I included, I don't know anything about Dune and I just pulled from the fandom wiki or made them up. Their son is not the Kwisatz Haderach either!
****if you're somebody who works at tumblr hq reading this because i accidentally reported my own fic im really sorry****
It has been five years since Feyd-Rautha last saw his wife swell with his child.
It is entirely by her design, and certainly not for lack of trying. He ravages her senseless almost every night, but after five children, the ever infuriating Diana Atreides refuses to give him another. As a Bene Gesserit, it is within her power to do so; the witches are able to bend their own reproduction to their will, and Feyd-Rautha believes she likes his methods of convincing her too much to give him what he wants.
Tonight, he almost has her hooked. He kisses her knee and up her bare thigh, licking and sucking the plush skin there. She barely acknowledges him and lets him fondle her as he pleases, lost in her own thoughts.Â
âSheâs too old for him. Heâs just a boy.â
They are currently hosting several of the Great Houses. Earlier at dinner, he and Diana were approached by the Duke of Ginaz, who suggested they betroth his daughter to their oldest son, Aleksei. Diana had hidden her frown behind her glass of wine, but Feyd-Rautha had seen it and filed it away for later, thanking the Duke for his time.
He hums against her thigh, tongueing over the faint bruise he made. He can use this.
âHe will be a man soon,â he reminds her. He pulls her leg over his shoulder as he shifts up the bed, now eye level with her weeping cunt. His mouth waters. âEven if we refuse this proposal, there will be others.â
He knows his wife wants to say more, but the words die in her throat when he shoves his nose against her, inhaling her scent and releasing a shaky breath. He pretends it is for her benefit, but really, this is all for him. With his fingers pulling apart the seam of her, his tongue lolls out, and Feyd-Rautha feasts.Â
When he has had his fill of her pleasure, he crawls up the length of her body. She pants underneath him, back arching and eyes squeezing shut like a satisfied cat, her neck exposed and vulnerable. He licks off the sweat there.
âIt will not stop with Aleksei,â he says, leaning over her.
Diana scowls. She shoves him, but he does not yield. He grasps her hand, pulling it away from his chest and up to his mouth, where he kisses her fingers.
He knows he is being cruel, rubbing salt in her wound. Her children are growing. At twelve years old, Aleksei is admittedly still too young to seriously consider for marriage, but the coming years will go by in a blink. First it will be Aleksei, then Nikita shortly after, and then Maxim â although their youngest and most unstable son will be difficult to pawn off, Feyd-Rautha thinks.Â
His girls are another story. Sasha and Grisha were both gifted their motherâs beauty, but it is Grisha, their youngest, who takes after Feyd-Rautha the most. She is the only one of his children who did not inherit those dark Atreides curls. She is perfect; wholly Harkonnen, like her father. He knows he will feel how Diana does now when it is time for Grisha to leave his side.
It is why he fucks into his wife now, flexing his hips slowly and purposefully, so she feels every inch of his longing. He staves off the urge to empty himself inside of her prematurely, already aching to see her breasts swollen and leaking.Â
He stops, trying to catch his breath. He pulls back from Diana to thumb over her pearl, grinding his length into her. âShall I leave you like this, wife?â he asks her.
âDonât you dare,â she snaps, her hips chasing his fingers.
âI can give you what you want,â he taunts. âI will pump you full of my children happily. What is one more?â
Diana does not answer, but he sees her breaking, just as he is. He holds her legs open, jutting into the apex of them, growling as he stares her down, willing her to change her mind. She hides her fears behind her pleasure, hides the tear sliding down her cheek by turning her face into the pillow, taking what he gives her.
What is one more child? Certainly not the solution to her problem. It is only a delay of the inevitable, that one day they will all grow up and no longer need her. Feyd-Rautha knows this. But he hopes to delay his wifeâs suffering, just as he will delay her gratification if she does not give him what he wants.
When he pumps his load into her, he knows she is not satisfied. He breathes through his own satisfaction, nose flaring like a bull, but she does not complain like he expected her to. She does not roll him over to claim him, or bring her fingers to her cunt to finish what he started, his eyes on her hole, full of his spend.
Instead she buries her face in her hands. Feyd-Rautha leans his weight onto her and pulls her hands away, revealing her face to him. She blinks at him, her lashes wet and clumping together.
He knows what she is feeling. âI feel it, too,â he says. âLet me give you another, my darling.â
Diana nods and looks away, breathing out a held breath. âAlright,â she says. Her eyes soften fondly when they focus on him again. âAlright.â
They lay together for a while, enjoying each otherâs company. Feyd-Rautha does not know if tonight will be the night, but he hopes. He hopes she sees it the way he does -- a continuation of their happiness, not the eventual ending of it. He kisses every part of Diana he can reach, and she cuddles into him, their limbs a tangled mess.Â
A little later into the night, a knock on the door breaks their comfortable silence. Feyd-Rautha grunts, already irritated, and removes himself from her, slipping on a robe and his pants.
When he opens the door, he finds a wide-eyed servant. âIt is the children, Baron Harkonnen.â
Feyd-Rautha frowns and widens the door, panic souring him. âWhere are they?â
âThey are safe, Baron Harkonnen, but there has been a bit of trouble.â
Diana appears behind him, wrapping her robe around her waist. "What sort of trouble?" she asks, brow furrowed.
âIt will be best if you follow me to the drawing room within the guest wing, Baroness.â
Diana whips past Feyd-Rautha and the servant, not waiting for either of them to lead her to the guest wing. Feyd-Rautha follows after her, and he knows to expect his boys. It is not the first time he was awoken by something they have done when they should have been sleeping, but it does concern him that they were found in the guest wing.
Although he is the youngest son, Maxim is the instigator of all things. Not as bright as the others, he is aggressive and impulsive, often letting his hands speak for him. He acts before he thinks, and it frustrates Diana greatly. Many nights Feyd-Rautha has been brought before Maxim in the kitchens, where he sticks his grubby hands into pies and picks at berries meant for the morningâs breakfast. The guards know not to let him out of his room at night without their explicit permission.
But as explosive as Maxim is, it is Aleksei who reminds Feyd-Rautha the most of his own brother, Beast Rabban. His oldest son is proud and quick to anger, easily riled by Maxim and his sisters who poke and prod at him in the ways only younger siblings can. Feyd-Rautha does his best to temper Aleksei, to show him the value in patience, in choosing his battles.
Nikita, self-sufficient boy that he is, waits until the battles are over and won to pick at what remains. He watches. Feyd-Rautha suspects Diana favors him over the others, though she will never admit it.Â
All of them dote on their sisters. Sasha has them carry her around on their backs, even when they are tired and sore and agitated from their training. They still treat Grisha like she is their baby, although she is almost six years old now and loathes the comparison.Â
Each of them, in their own ways, bring honor to their House. It is not something he had ever imagined for himself when thinking about his future. Feyd-Rautha is proud of his children, and he would not be disinclined to have another.
The chaos they find upon entering the drawing room is enough for him to change his mind.
The lord and lady from Zanbar, whose names Feyd-Rautha has forgotten, fawn over their young daughter, who sits upon an ottoman in front of the fireplace, her face red and streaked with tears. She cries as she pulls at what remains of her blonde hair. It has been crudely chopped off, the ends blunt and jagged like it had been sawed with a knife.
Their boys stand sullenly in front of the governess, disheveled in her bathrobe and still flustered from being awoken in the middle of the night to collect them. Aleksei folds his arms over his chest, his head full of curly dark hair held high. Next to him, Nikita remains calm in the face of their impending scolding. He very likely had done nothing wrong but bear witness to the antics of his rowdy brothers. Meanwhile, Maxim openly glares at the small weeping girl. She deserved what she got, and he is waiting for a reason to give her more to cry over.
âWhat happened?â Diana asks, dismayed.
âYour sons snuck into my daughterâs bedchamber and cut her hair off while she slept!â the lordâs wife snaps, borderline hysterical. âWhere were her guards? How was this allowed to happen?â
She is reaching an unnatural decibel, but withers under the glare Feyd-Rautha shoots her. They were pulled from their bed for this? His darkening expression does not fully quell the lady's anger, and she gawks at her husband, willing him to say something.
"I'm sure there's an explanation," the lord offers unhelpfully, averting his timid gaze.
Diana stills, taking in the sight of the poor girlâs hacked hair. With a deep inhale, she turns to the boys, her hand finding her hip. âExplain yourselves.â
âShe was mocking Grisha, mother,â Maxim says, scowling. âWe heard her at dinner.â
Aleksei nods, more self-righteous and refined in his anger. âShe laughed at Grisha and made her cry because she doesnât have hair.â He sneers when the lordâs daughter wails a little louder at this, because she, too, does not have hair now. âShe called her ugly.â
Diana looks heartbroken over this, but her Bene Gesserit training helps to quickly neutralize her face. She looks to Nikita. âAnd you? What do you have to say for yourself?â
âI told them not to.â
Feyd-Rautha believes him. Nikita is no less ruthless, but he is also a diplomat by nature, preferring more uninvolved methods of justice or revenge. This boldness is certainly the work of his brothers.
Feyd-Rautha cannot wait to reward them handsomely for it.
Diana believes Nikita as well, for she turns back to the other two. âApologize to Lady Rosalind.â
âBut mother, sheââ
âEnough,â Feyd-Rautha rasps, growing tired of the spectacle. âDo as your mother says, so we may all retire to our beds.â He shoots another glare at the lord and lady, who bluster under his attention, too afraid of him to protest again.
Aleksei and Maxim step forward and bow to the young girl. âWeâre sorry,â they echo, not meaning it at all.
Knowing that is the best she will get from them, Diana exhales deeply and dismisses them back to their rooms, escorted by their governess to make sure they get there and do not take any more detours. Nikita follows, ever their solemn shadow.Â
Diana kneels down beside Lady Rosalind. âDonât fret. Hair grows back,â she soothes. The girl hiccups, and Diana gently brushes the hair out of her eyes before standing up to face her parents again. âI apologize on behalf of my sons. As you can see, they love their sister very much and do not take kindly to those who upset her.â
The lord and lady of Zanbar try to hide their grimaces. They know their indignancy is unfounded now that they know their daughter had started this. âBaroness, I must apologizeââ the lord starts.
âThat wonât be necessary,â Diana interrupts, putting a graceful hand up to stop him. âLetâs put this unpleasantness behind us. My husband and I will question our guards to understand how this was allowed to happen. Those responsible will be thoroughly punished.â She looks at Feyd-Rautha. âThat includes our sons.â
This seems to satisfy the lord and lady enough to gather up their snot nosed daughter and leave, perhaps vowing to never step foot on Giedi Prime again. Feyd-Rautha will not miss them.
He and Diana walk back to their bedchamber in an agitated silence, until she breaks it.
âStill want another?â she asks him, deadpan.
âNot particularly. Would you still like me to thoroughly punish them?â
âNot particularly.â
Feyd-Rautha hums, and he reaches for her hand.Â
The next morning, Feyd-Rautha walks over to Grisha where she sits on the wide stone fence, her little legs dangling over the side. The boys train in the yard, and she watches with her dolls, acting out the sparring techniques she sees with them. He kisses her head, smooth like his. She ignores him, too caught up in supervising the training of her dolls.
Feyd-Rautha smiles. âWho is winning?â he asks.
One of the dolls headbutts the other. Their yarn-like hair swings around violently. It is hard to tell under the light of the black sun, but he thinks one of them is blonde. That one plops to the ground, landing in the sand.
Grisha raises the hand of the victorious doll the way she sees her father raise his in the arena. âThis one,â she tells him.
âWell fought,â Feyd-Rautha says proudly. He bends down to pick up the doll and hands it to her. He watches her run her fingers through the dollâs hair, brushing the sand out of it with great care.
One day, his daughter will train alongside her brothers. She will have no need for hair then. It would just get in her way, and make her easier to grab by her opponents. She will see the use in this, and appreciate what makes her Harkonnen.
For now, Feyd-Rautha cups her head and kisses her again. He calls her his beautiful girl, and returns to the yard, picking up where he and the boys left off.
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attitude [pazzi]
paige bueckers x azzi fudd
summary: paige catches attitude and azzi keeps her in check
a/n: basically the nyfw and ny liberty game fic yall requested. @makethemhoesmad to thank for the prompt!!!!
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Paige had never been a big fan of side parts, but that was before Azzi Fudd.
Now, as she stared at her girlfriend, her soft curls tossed to the left and framing her doe brown eyes in just the right way, Paige wanted to tangle her fingers in Azziâs hair and kiss her and kiss her.
But knowing Azzi likely wouldnât take kindly to messing up her makeup after hours of sitting in her chair, Paige settled for merely inching a little bit closer to her best friend on the couch where they were sitting. Azziâs cheeks turned a faint red when Paige brushed her pinky against hers. âIâm not gonna lie, you look hot as hell right now,â Paige said lowly, voice thick with want.
Azziâs blush turned fiery. âYou sure know how to woo a girl,â she said sarcastically.
Paige leaned in closer. âIs it working?â she asked, her lips only a few centimeters from Azziâs mouth. Azziâs eyes flicked down before she inhaled and scooted back. âYouâre gonna mess up my makeup.â
Paige looked wounded at the distance between them. âYou werenât saying that last night,â she quipped, earning a smack to the head. âYo, youâre gonna mess up my hair,â Paige complained, turning to face the mirror and adjust some strands.
âGood, maybe all the bitches will back off,â Azzi joked lightly.
âAt least those bitches would kiss me,â Paige grumbled, eyes glazing over as she stared at Azziâs lips.
âControl your face,â Azzi chastised, though her heart warmed at how Paige looked more in love with her every time she saw her. âEspecially in front of the cameras later.â
âI know, I know.â
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Paige was not controlling her face.
She had done a pretty good job at the beginning of the event. Hell, sheâd been beaming and shit seeing the crowd she was intermingling with, filled with celebrities sheâd never thought sheâd meet in person.
That was until that same redheaded slut kept approaching her girlfriend and smiling at her in that slinky way. It didnât help that she was unable to secure neighboring seats with Azzi, forcing her to sit across the room and burn holes into the gingerâs head as she laughed at everything her girlfriend was saying.
âRemind me to play poker with you some day,â Brittany piped up from next to her. âI would walk away a millionaire.â
Paige clenched her jaw. âYou think this is funny?â
âYou really think carrot head holds a candle to you?â
âHer boobs are sticking out and shit in that dress sheâs wearing,â Paige gritted through her teeth, completely ignoring Brittanyâs words.
Brittany smiled, enjoying the show unfolding before her. âMaybe you should do something about it,â she goaded.
âFuck this.â Paige slid out her phone, hoping to distract herself by scrolling through Instagram. Her grip tightened, almost cracking her phone when the first post she came across was a picture of her and Azzi posing from the hour before, and all she saw in the comments were people thirsting over her girlfriend like animals (Aka me). âPeople have no civility these days,â she decided, shoving her phone back into her pocket.
Brittany only smirked.
As soon as the runway ended, Paige leapt from her seat and started making her way towards her girlfriend. All thoughts of wayward cameras left her mind as her vision tunneled in on the way the redheadâs acrylics scraped lightly over Azziâs bicep.
âHey,â she said lowly, hands tracing down Azziâs sides before settling at her hips. âWhoâs this?â She nodded at the girl but kept her eyes on Azzi.
Azziâs eyes furrowed in confusion at Paigeâs carelessness, her hands subtly covering the blondeâs and gently pushing them away. âThis is Odelia. Sheâs one of the interns coordinating New York Fashion Week!â
âThatâs nice.â Paigeâs voice dripped with fake enthusiasm as she leaned her chin on Azziâs shoulder, arms going back to circle her waist. âI bet youâre an amazing intern.â
Azzi shifted at the condescending way Paige emphasized intern. She stepped away, causing Paigeâs hands to drop. From the way Azziâs eyes glared daggers into her, Paige knew she was in for it later. Oh well. The look in Odeliaâs face had been worth it.
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âIâm hungry,â Azzi announced as soon as she slid in the back seat of her car.
Paige stared out the window, her neck stiff. âMaybe you shouldâve eaten that redhead bitch.â
Azzi stilled, only halfway into the car before she realized her surroundings and climbed fully in, shutting the door behind her. âThat redhead bitch?â Azzi repeated, mocking the same tone Paige had used.
Paige slumped low into her seat, pulling down the drawstrings of her hoodie that sheâd replaced her sweater with. âFucking looking at her like she was a four course meal,â she muttered under her breath, her gaze stilled fixed on the buildings whirring past outside.
Azzi decided to ignore Paige, not wanting to have a conversation like this in the backseat of the Uber. âCan you make a stop at McDonaldâs?â she asked the driver, who nodded and started to shift lanes.
âBro, let me just go home,â Paige complained.
âDrop the attitude,â Azzi warned, her tone deadly. Paige glowered even more but immediately shut up.
âYou want anything?â Azzi asked as they pulled up to the drive through.
No response.
âPaige Madison Bueckers.â
âA cheeseburger and fries.â
When they were given their food, Paige made sure to start munching loudly, knowing Azziâs pet peeve was loud chewers.
Azzi set down her burger and rubbed her temples. âSo youâre gonna keep being a brat?â
Paige chewed louder.
In one quick motion, Azzi snatched the fries from Paigeâs hand and dumped them into the bag. Paige immediately reached over to grab it back, but Azzi quickly menauevered it, putting the food between the door and her body. âAct like a kid and get treated like a kid,â Azzi said, her voice hard.
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If Paige had been mad last night, she was furious now. After theyâd got home, theyâd had a little fight before Paige had stubbornly went to the couch for the night. With the business of their trip, they hadnât had time to talk about it since, and it was killing Paige not being able to hug and kiss her girlfriend for the entire day.
Did Paige know she was being bratty and stupid? Yes. But Azzi was always so sexy when she was worked up.
Paige did have a tactic. She was trying her hardest to not let her gaze settle, but for the tenth time in five minutes she found herself staring at Azzi again from across the arena. Her girlfriendâs hair was up in a bun now, slut strands framing her face. With the sunglasses she was wearing and the gum she was chewing, she looked perfectly poised, but Paige knew Azzi was still tense from their argument.
In all honesty, Paige wanted to be in Azziâs lap, not sitting here watching the game. Sheâd tried to take her mind off Azziâs long legs by striking up a conversation with Klay Thompson, who sat next to her, but as soon as the NBA star opened his mouth to respond, her thoughts returned to Azzi Azzi Azzi.
After the game, Paige tried to rush through all the pictures, but Azzi, who seemed to know what she was doing, merely smirked and took her time. She mustâve said hi to every single person on the Liberty and Aces roster before joining Paige at the exit.
âSomeoneâs in a rush,â Azzi noted as Paige sped walked to the car.
âShut up right now.â
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As soon as the door clicked behind them, Paigeâs mouth was pressed feverishly against Azziâs, her hands roaming across every single part of the younger girlâs body. âLooked like such a good fucking girl in this outfit,â she panted. âGot everyone fooled, but I see right through it.â
Azzi pressed Paigeâs hips against the wall, holding her there. The blonde squirmed under Azziâs stare coming from half lidded eyes. âLetâs talk about last night,â Azzi jabbed back. âActing like a little fucking brat.â
Paige raised her hips, trying to roll them against Azziâs, but Azziâs grip was too firm. âYou gonna punish me?â she breathed out, hands going up to Azziâs shoulders to steady herself.
âI know your game,â Azzi husked, teeth dragging over Paigeâs earlobe. âYou think youâre so smart, huh?â
âWant you,â Paige whined, fingers hiking up Azziâs shirt. âNeed you.â
Azzi tsked, backing away from Paige. It took all of her self control not to take her right then and there, with the blonde slumped against the wall, eyes glazed over and hair a mess as she pouted. âNo touching,â she said lowly. âKeep your hands to yourself.â Azzi slowly dragged her thumb down Paigeâs jawline, relishing the heat of her skin and the way the older girl trembled under her touch. âGonna make you regret all your attitude.â
Paigeâs eyes fluttered shut. She fought back a smile. Azzi didnât know it, but Paige had won.
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This is by far the horniest, most deplorable thing I've ever written. Not sorry for it. Hope you enjoy! Please pay attention to the tags - we've got some new stuff happening in this one.
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Earned It
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Astarion x fem!Reader x Halsin
Word Count: 1K
Tags/Warnings: vaginal penetration, vaginal fingering, total body control, dom/sub vibes, plotless smut, porn without plot
Summary: Astarion and Halsin use you as a plaything for their own (and your) enjoyment.
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âWicked thing,â Astarion cooed in your ear, voice pitched barely above a whisper.Â
Squeezing your hips, he angled you down deeper, sheathing you onto Halsin. You let loose a breathy whine at the sensation, the sheer size of your other lover.
âSweet one,â the druid amended in a growl, thrusting up into you with gusto.Â
Straddling his lap, you collapsed your head onto his shoulder, lost in the sensations inside and around you. Your pliant form allowed Astarion to continue pumping you up and down, up and down, in long, languid strokes. As he maneuvered you, Halsin clutched the back of your head with a tenderness that was completely at odds with the ferocity in which you were being pistoned on top of him. It caused you to mewl languidly, too overstimulated to muster much else. Â
This had all been Astarionâs idea (of course it had), to use you like this, a plaything for your two lovers to share. You didnât mind in the least. To be surrounded by both elves, one fucking into you while the other manipulated your body like a marionette on strings? It was deliciously sinful. You were all too willing to relinquish control of yourself into their capable hands, and bodies.Â
Movement, and a wanton moan by your head, caused you to shift and blink your eyes open toward the sound. You hadnât thought it possible to become even more aroused than you already were. That was until you saw the marvel that was Halsin and Astarion locked in a heated, open-mouthed kiss. Even as they continued using your body, Astarion never missing a beat as he slid you up and down Halsinâs length.
You watched hungrily as Halsin fisted Astarionâs curls and pulled him in closer, rocking you up against his chest in the process. You whined pitifully as the movement hit some deeper part within you, the feeling akin to the sensation of stroking your clit. Seeing their tongues dance, hearing their muffled groans as they ravaged each otherâs mouths, it was almost enough to send you spiraling into release.Â
You subconsciously wiggled against them both, itching to find some way to put more pressure on your clit without interrupting their heated embrace.Â
Astarion was the first to break away from the kiss, however. Recognizing your telltale squirming, he grinned wickedly down at you as his fingers dug a little deeper into the skin of your hips, halting you from moving at all. You whined again, desperate to feel more, not less.Â
âTsk, tsk. Looks like our pet is trying to have more fun without us, darling,â he crooned to Halsin, who chuckled and caressed your cheek gingerly.Â
âI was enjoying the show,â you breathed, nuzzling your head into Halsinâs large palm. âI wanted to enjoy it a little bit more.â
âGreedy little thing,â Astarion admonished in a playful tone. âWhatever shall we do with her?â
âGive her a good finish,â the druid replied in a low, gravelly voice. âSheâs earned it, donât you think?â
He wasnât asking you, of course, but you moaned your assent anyway. Astarion chuckled at your eagerness, shifting one hand from your hips to tease his fingers across your swollen clit.Â
âHave you? Have you earned it?â He whispered into your neck, the pads of his fingers ghosting across you. You keened and bucked your hips, trying to chase his hand. Halsin groaned as your movement caused him to slide deeper inside you.Â
âPlease, please, please,â you begged, not an ounce of pride remaining within you. You were wound so tight, ready to spring. You would kiss the soles of his feet if it got you closer to climax.Â
You felt Astarion flash a wicked grin against your neck, his fangs brushing across the delicate skin.Â
âPoor thing, begging like that. Very well, letâs give you a memorable finale,â he purred, slipping his middle finger fully between your folds and circling your clit. At the same time, his remaining hand on your hip urged you up, up, up, so that Halsin was fully released from you before pushing you back down on him again.Â
Halsin grunted as you enveloped him once more, bucking erratically into you as he chased his own release. You watched as his mouth found Astarionâs again, his hand wrapping around the column of Astarionâs pale neck and pulling him closer.Â
You felt Astarion rut against your backside, in rhythm to the way he was using your cunt to fuck Halsin. His fingers never faltered as they continued their assault on your clit. In no time, the three of you were tumbling into ecstasy, unable to keep the crescendo at bay any longer. You reeled as Halsin spilled himself inside you, riding out your own high, clenching around his length. The wetness on your backside was evidence enough that Astarion, too, had found his own pleasure in the process.Â
Utterly spent, you collapsed your full weight against the druid, allowing Halsin to capture both you and Astarion in his embrace. The three of you tumbled gracelessly over like that, into the plushness of the blankets beneath you, catching your breath and recovering from the high.Â
âThat was⊠incredible,â you sighed before letting loose a muffled yawn. Sandwiched between the two of them, you could feel sleep was quickly approaching.
Halsin laughed, watching you try in vain to keep your eyes open. âDid we tire you out already?â
âPrecious little thing,â Astarion crooned, kissing your shoulder delicately. âShe gets tuckered out so easily.â
âYouâre more than welcome to continue without me,â you smiled mischeviously at the two of them. âAs I said, I enjoy watching.â
âWho knew weâd create a little voyeur when all this started, hmm?â Astarion smirked.Â
âI believe the lady wishes for an encore, love,â Halsin replied in a low tone, rich with renewed desire.Â
âWell then, who are we to deny her?â Astarion teased, reaching for the druid once more.    Â
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The highlight of Veilguard for me is the relationship between Solas and Rook- and I don't know how to write about this on the internet without being acutely aware of other peoples' criticisms (such as there not being enough of it)- so I'll just say up top that I'm not actually intending this as a refutation of any of those. I just want to talk about my experience with the game and why I like it so much, which will probably make obvious where I disagree with some reoccurring critiques I've seen. *
The thing about Solas in this game is that he plays the role of the trickster perfectly. As much as Fen'Harel is a myth or a persona, and the stories we know of him invented or twisted, his role in Veilguard feels like it could slot in so, so easily with the myths, and in many ways directly parallels them. He is sinister and noble, monstrous and sympathetic, ruthless and compassionate, all at once. He spends the game trapped and humbled but can be almost gleefully condescending at times. He conflates outsmarting an enemy with being right, even as he plays the long-suffering martyr, tortured by countless mistakes. He falls easily into the role of advisor but is quick to note your foolishness. To sneer and declare the problem yours and yet still impose upon you an appraisal of your conduct.
But more than any of that, for most of the game, he's...passive. Dormant. He seems to make no moves, other than as a glorified consultant, despite starting as the main threat.
In Blood of Arlathan, when he finally rears his head again as major a player on the board, it's with a gallant offer of help. As an ally. He is exactly what you need, right when you need it, and you don't even have to ask him to be. And- because you don't have constant access to him, you maybe haven't even considered him an option!
He feels extremely intentionally sparing to me before this in service of a) making you think you're the one with power over him and b) causing you to forget he might contribute at all, so that when he finally does, it seems wholly benevolent. It comes in a moment where your goals are exactly aligned, and indisputably noble.
It's a waiting game. A classic of his, harkening back to stories we've heard time and again about Fen'harel and traps.
As Felassan tells it in the Masked Empire:
Fen'Harel was captured by the hunting goddess, Andruil. He had angered her by hunting the halla without her blessing, and she tied him to a tree and declared that he would have to serve in her bed for a year and a day to pay her back. But as she made camp that night, the dark god Anaris found them, and Anaris swore that he would kill Fen'Harel for crimes against the Forgotten Ones. Andruil and Anaris decided that they would duel for the right to claim Fen'Harel. He called out to Anaris during the fight and told him of a flaw in Andruil's armor just above the hip, and Anaris stabbed Andruil in the side, and she fell. Then Fen'Harel told Anaris that he owed the Dread Wolf for the victory and ought to get his freedom. Anaris was so affronted by Fen'Harel's audacity that he turned and shouted insults at the prisoner, and so he did not see Andruil, injured but alive, rise behind him and attack with her great bow. Anaris fell with a golden arrow in his back, badly injured, and while both gods slumbered to heal their wounds, Fen'Harel chewed through his ropes and escaped.
He goads his enemies into fighting each other for his benefit. Anaris, who had hunted him, succeeds with Fen'Harel's advice, exploiting a weakness he could only see with his aid. In turn, Anaris himself is left exposed. The victory goes to Fen'Harel, who has now dispatched two enemies at once and cleverly won his freedom.
He who was both Creator and Forgotten One. Who could walk amongst both as kin, and who in the end turned his back on them all.
Another tale:
The god Fen'Harel was asked by a village to kill a great beast. He came to the beast at dawn, and saw its strength, and knew it would slay him if he fought it. So instead, he shot an arrow up into the sky. The villagers asked Fen'Harel how he would save them, and he said to them, 'When did I say that I would save you?' And he left, and the great beast came into the village that night and killed the warriors, and the women, and the elders. It came to the children and opened its great maw, but then the arrow that Fen'Harel had loosed fell from the sky into the great beast's mouth, and killed it. The children of the village wept for their parents and elders, but still they made an offering to Fen'Harel of thanks, for he had done what the villagers had asked. He had killed the beast, with his cunning, and a slow arrow that the beast never noticed.
Felassan is everywhere in the Crossroads, in memories, in regrets, in notes that speak to a time you can barely fathom and traces of a friendship that is never once brought up by Solas directly (to my knowledge at least). I think Felassan serves a lot of purposes; he's a window into history, into Solas' mind and ideals, someone who challenges moments of ruthlessness but is loyal, an advisor who keeps Solas grounded even as he pushes him to become something larger than he is, a lingering notion of a loss that you can never really see the full scale of, and so on. And I think, too, that he's written carefully to be a meaningful presence from the rebellion without explicitly spoiling what eventually happens to him, which I wouldn't be surprised if was a legit consideration made for people who might go back and read the Masked Empire after dav lol- in the same way that Trespasser only really spoils the book if you already know what happens.
But for me, every note signed with his name is almost a tongue-in-cheek warning about what's to come. Felassan. A slow arrow, fired apparently mockingly into the sky, only to strike true when it's least expected. A solution executed with neither kindness nor explanation, serving first and foremost the interests of the one who fired it. Felassan's presence in the game ever so slightly encodes a reminder of who you're actually dealing with and what his core tenants are, whether as an ally or an adversary. You only know if you know, but it doesn't seem an accident to me that this reoccurring name of a general who shaped himself in honor of the Dread Wolf's unorthodox cleverness is so key to these traces of Fen'Harel's past, despite, again, never directly being discussed.
Anyways, to Rook. First, I gotta give a shoutout to Bryony Corrigan, whose voice I used for mine- she honestly made the game for me, especially in moments where I felt unsure of it. I love Rook, I love how they're written, and I love how they're performed. While a complete blank slate protagonist can be really fun, I find putting myself as a player in conversation with limitations given by the game really fun and interesting, and often surprising! And I do feel there's still plenty of flexibility.
My perspective on the relationship between Rook and Solas in Veilguard is specific to how I played of course, and I haven't seen other versions of their dynamic at this point to compare so I can't speak to them. But my experience was as such:
I didn't come into the game wanting to intentionally antagonize him. If he rose at me, I rose at him- and those moments of tension were really, really fun. But I tried to accept what he gave me with a fairly open mind. Skepticism, sure, but also the knowledge that ultimately, we both wanted Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain gone, and he knew them better than I did.
It was really gratifying, then, to see our rocky partnership evolve over time into what seemed like a genuine respect. But it didn't really feel straightforward to me either. For example, the conversation before Weisshaupt held a lot of weight for me: listening to him tell that chilling tale about undermining an enemy with persistent laughter and finding that 'Do whatever it takes to remove those who oppose you' was something we came out aligned on was.... There was an element of foreboding to that. Like, I had found myself actively trying to impress him here! And feeling good when it seemed like I had, but uneasy about how I had done it, even when I agreed with what I'd said.
And of course, after that comes Arlathan. Solas' big hero moment. This is the point in the game where our alliance finally felt comfortable to me. The conversation in the fade after was the first time that it really seemed like we were on even ground. And the game- not just Solas- told me here outright that I had earned his respect! After that, I didn't consider betrayal a possibility for a moment. Honestly, I barely even considered him an antagonist at all, because he had become a partner instead! I was expecting something clever down the line, but I wasn't worried about it hurting me. Our disagreements had been set aside, and the goal of his that I had initially opposed had been so thoroughly usurped I had forgotten that he was even pursuing it. And yes, that's perhaps naivety on my part, but I was so distracted by that not at all being the main plot that I forgot that it actually still was. Which is the whole point, right? He waits until your head is turned the other way to strike.
All this to say, my reaction when you kill Ghilan'nain and Solas uses the instability of the Veil to force you into his prison went beyond shock and confusion. It wasn't until well into his villain monologue that I was able to accept that he had betrayed me at all- having been thus far trying desperately to convince myself that the sequence I was seeing was Elgar'nan playing mind games in retaliation, and not actually Solas.
That prison moment is his Slow Arrow. You are Anaris to Elgar'nan's Andruil, the dagger the chink in her armor, and Ghilan'nain's death the golden arrow striking you in the back.
The wolf chews its leg off to escape the trap.
And I should say, I was coming at this all from the meta perspective of someone who loves Solas and empathizes with him and has never seen him as irredeemable or evil- and I, the player, who believed that all game and is ultimately satisfied with the resolution I got- felt hoodwinked as fuck in this moment lmao!!
There's a line in the prison that Varric has about it being easier for Solas to play the villain when he knows he's causing harm- so I do think he plays up his sinisterness here on purpose. But it's such a slap in the face coming straight off of "You have earned the respect of the Dread Wolf." A true and profound betrayal, at least for me.
And it doesn't stop there! His trickster maneuvers and half-truths aren't done until the credits roll. I love that when you meet again, he is nothing but apologies. He makes every concession- that Varric was a good man, that every victory in this fight has been yours, that he needs you and not the other way around, that he was wrong and made mistakes and betrayed people who never deserved it. And of course, we know from experience at this point that this won't stop him from doing it again anyways. But he never holds back from placing the blame on himself. Agreeing with you. Telling you you're right, and that Elgar'nan must be stopped. He only ever says things that are true. Things that are aligned with your point of view.
"[The veil] will never come down by my hand." Well, yes. Because it will fall on its own when Elgar'nan is dead. You won't hardly have to do anything at that point, Solas, will you?
It doesn't matter if Rook isn't falling for it, because if they don't accept his partnership, they lose! That's it! It's the same as it was at the start, but with the added sting of knowing it probably won't work out in your favor this time.
I remember before launch John Epler saying that Solas sees himself in Rook, which really echoes throughout the whole game for me. There are some ways you could say Solas seems opposite to Rook- and of course this can wax and wane depending on roleplaying choices, but the central conceit of Rook as Varric's recruit is that they are a specialist in being willing to act. And on the surface at least, that's kind of counter to Solas' Slow Arrow, right? Blunt force versus delayed gratification. But not entirely! Because every backstory we have for Rook revolves around a kind of heroism that is unorthodox enough to have left you ultimately punished for it. Like yeah, yeah, you saved some lives.... The optics were kinda bad though, so maybe you could go on a sabbatical for a while?
Rook is, from the start, an unconventional and unsung hero, admonished by some for ruffling feathers that they shouldn't have in pursuit of a noble goal. Not unlike Fen'Harel.
I find, too, that there's kind of a nesting doll of parallels around Rook and Solas as foils that the whole story hinges on:
We see Solas, his regrets plastered on every wall, each of them tied to Mythal. At every turn he seems to warn her that this is not the right path, but he follows her down it anyways, until he is left with nothing but an overwhelming need to fix what they have broken.
We see Felassan, who still wears Mythal's vallaslin on his face, challenging Solas' judgement and methods, but still standing by him through the rebellion, after the Veil, for however many thousands of years they slept. Ultimately, in the Masked Empire, the thing that makes him falter is his admiration for someone else's pursuit of freedom. His admiration for Briala.
"I suspect you'll hate this, but she reminds me of-"
Solas is Rook. Solas is Briala. Upstarts, flawed defenders, people who are made into leaders because of their willingness to fight for something. Who see injustice and cannot rest.
Solas is Felassan, the devoted general. One who pushes against his orders but cannot deny them. Someone who loves the cause, but more than that is dedicated to the person who champions it. A voice of reason who, in the end, turns away.
Solas is Mythal, a pragmatic leader, responsible for uncountable deaths. Someone who has relied on partners and power structures that have led her down a dark path, partners whose mistakes in their pursuit of power have become her own. Partners who in the end betray her.
Solas is trapped in his regrets because they are not all his. He struggles with having been failed and with how he has failed others, and in his mind the two become conflated. He carries these contradictory roles on his back- perpetrator and victim, betrayer and betrayed- and cannot see how to overcome them. He is ultimately freed by Mythal's absolution because the foremost factor in his crusade is not belief but guilt.
The ends have to justify the means, because there is no other way he can live with himself. And at every step, he is trying to redeem Mythal as much as he is trying to redeem himself.
He did not want a body, but she asked him to come. He wanted to give wisdom, not orders. I will always follow where you go.
He left a scar when he burned her off his face.
It was all for her. It was always for her.
Solas' duplicity is unending, but so is his devotion. And there is such an earnestness to a Rook, always betrayed, that sees and empathizes with that and uses it to free him.
* I will say that during the game I was definitely wishing you could show your hand to him a little more and press him about his memories prior to the endgame (and separate from this I have quibbles with the impact of some of those memory reveals- like wrt the delivery just not feeling as weighty as I would like. The payoff is absolutely still there in the end, it just felt to me like they were too nonchalantly getting a ton of info out that had to be established moving forward, despite these being like earthshattering reveals that people have Correctly (!!!!) theorized about for up to 15 years). That being said, in retrospect it would have lessened the impact of the finale to have pressed Solas about, for example, his relationship to Mythal prior to absolutely pulling the rug out from under him with it at the 11th hour. And additionally, it's a structural nightmare because you can uncover the memories at almost any point in the story, and you don't have constant access to Solas to chat with him about them. Which you shouldn't imo, in service to the story being told!! But it's also true that early on I found scenes with Solas super gripping, and scenes with my team often...not. And that was initially disheartening, but developed positively over time on all fronts once the game didn't have to worry about setting things up. So, I did wish for more here at first, but I've revised my opinion now that I can see the whole arc.
#ok one fucking gigantic solas post to dump some thoughts and feelings and analysis out#veilguard spoilers#it speaks#vir dirthera#long post
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C-can I req for Sylus x Vampire!Fem!Reader? Like... He's the one who feeding her... And train her to drink from his neck intead from his palm, bcos she afraid she'll hurt him or sumnthing like that
Fuccc... The tension man... He's the mortal one but he's the one who tamed her
Bite me
A/N:Thank you for your ask anon! Iâm sorry this is kinda short and took so long. Iâm having migraines and am getting my brain scanned soon.
Tags: Sylus x Reader, Vampire!Reader, biting, blood , Sylus has the hots for reader, Reader is kinda feral ngl, thigh grinding, one reader orgasm, no penetration, neck kissing/sucking (Fem receiving), readers bites are like an aphrodisiac
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âThere. Is that better?â Sylus watched with lidded eyes as your fangs dung into his palm, blood dripping down his skin and down your chin. The taste was sweet and only slightly bitter. His palm pressed to your mouth, your tongue lapping up the scarlet liquid. âThanks.â You practically moan into the skin.
Sylus only pulled away when he felt himself go lightheaded. His thumb wiped away the blood on your chin and he couldnât help but let his lips part slightly as your mouth wrapped around his thumb, sucking off the blood. âSo messy.â He looked away, his heart pounding slightly.
Sylusâs palm had two scars on it from how often you fed, his neck had one scar from when you first met and you were more than feral. Two lines leading from puncture wounds where you scraped your fangs down his neck, it hurt like a bitch but he lived obviously. That was two years ago though.
You took Sylusâs hand and gently pat the bite with gauze, the blood seeping into the cloth material. He enjoyed you taking care of his wounds it he needed you gone for a least an hour. Your bites did something to him, something that had him fucking his fist like he would die without it. You were oblivious to this effect your bites had and Sylus wouldnât tell you yet.
âIâm gonna be gone for a while, the twins will bring you food.â Sylus rubbed the gauze, his eyes locking on yours. âYouâll be fine.â He said when he saw your worried face. âYouâre the only one that actually fills me.â
The way you said that made his eyes shut, images of him fucking you full of his cum showed up in his head. He groaned and rubbed his head, pinching his nose bridge. âI know. But when I get back Iâll let you feed as much as you want.â He reached out and pinched your cheek.
You nip at his finger, looking away. âI hate that I canât go with you.â You mutter.
âSo clingy.â
âYou literally insist I sleep with you.â
â
Sylus left the next day and told you he would be gone for two weeks. You drank off people Luke and Kieran needed to get rid off and they tasted horrible. Luke suggested you drink from him and you almost did until he began acting like Bella from Twilight. Yeah you were less than satisfied. So when Sylus came back you didnât care it was the middle of the day, you were starving.
Sylus had barely gotten his coat off in his room when you bust in the door, wearing the white nightgown he gifted you. âY/N? Why are you awake-â He was cut off by your jumping on him, your feet planting on his stomach as you immediately sink your fangs into his neck. He winced and fell back on his bed, you still on top of him.
âDamn it..â Sylus groaned out as heat flushed his veins, your venom waking him up. He gripped your sides, sitting up as best he could. Your feet left his chest and you sit on his lap, legs on both sides of his thigh.
Sylus was already rock hard, the feeling of you on top of him made his hips buck slightly.
You drank your fill and practically ripped yourself from his neck, landing your head back and breathing heavy. Your chest heaved and blood dripped down your neck, staining your nightgown. Your hunger left and you sat down on his thigh, the firmness of it pressing right to your clothed cunt.
Sylus rubbed his neck and looked a you, eyes half lidded. âWell, satisfied?â He asked. Sylus felt your heat against his thigh, his smirk slight.
You nod, rubbing blood off your neck with your sleeve.
âGood.â Sylus leaned in, breath hitting your neck. âNow let me indulge.â He whispered before licking his blood from your throat, his hands lid down your arms and his fingers linked with yours, grasping your hands tightly.
âWhat-â Sylus cut you off with a harsh suck on your neck, right below your ear. You moan out quietly, your own blood rushing. âWhat..whatâs gotten into you?â You say weakly. Sylus kissed at your neck more and he leaned down to bite at the crook of your neck. âIâll tell you in a little.â Sylus whispered against you skin before he made his thigh rub up slightly.
His thigh rubbed your cunt just right, making the right amount of friction. You buck your hips to grind against him, moaning out. âNghâŠfuck..â You grasp at his shoulders and grind harder, your shame got thrown out the window. Sylus continued to suck at your neck,biting occasionally.
You were dripping on his pants at this point, your stomach forming a burning knot. âShit shit shit!â You let your head fall back as you cum, hips spazzing slightly. Your nails dug into his shoulders so hard you ripped his shirt and drew blood.
Sylus barely let you ride out your high before he flipped you onto his bed, his belt practically flying off. âIâll show you what your nibbling does to me.â He hissed as he tied your hands back with his belt, his eyes showing promise.
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Sorry this sucks
#fem reader#x reader#love and deepspace#sylus x reader#l&ds sylus#love and deepspace smut#love and deepspace sylus#love and deepspace x reader#xavier love and deepspace#zayne love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#reader is not mc#vampire reader#thigh riding
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OMGGGG pleaseee i need a part 2 to Adamâs sinner đ©đ©đ©đ© Maybe itâs the next extermination and Adam protects his darling sinner from exterminators đđ
Maybe more smut if youâd like đ«Ł
Adamâs Sinner
Part 2/3 Part 3
A/N: As much as I would love to make it smutty, I have a lot of smut requests and I donât want it to get repetitive so this piece is just hella fluffy. I hope you enjoy anyway xox
Adam didnât really come up with a solution to keep his promise, rather he just used his status in Heaven to come and go as he pleased, and would sneak down to Hell once a month.
His mask had demonic features, which worked in his favor staying discrete in Hell. Not that he was out and about for long, he always went straight to (Name)âs house, but still.
A year passed, and their little system was working, and before they knew it, the next extermination was upon them. âRemember,â Adam said during his last visit before the extermination. âLock down. Stay inside. Hide.â âI know.â He kissed her forehead.
The extermination was brutal, as it always was. Adam had about a hundred and six kills under his belt and was bragging about his last kill to Lute. Then he saw something that made his blood run cold.
(Name), running from one of his exterminators.
Lute noticed Adamâs face drop, looking like heâd seen a ghost. âAre you okay, sir?â Adam didnât answer, instead rushing towards the alley his exterminator had chased (Name) into.
(Name) was on the ground, his exterminatorâs foot on her chest. She raised her spear and (Name) closed her eyes. âHEY!â His exterminator, Danni, jumped, spear faltering. âSir?â
âThis one is mine,â Adam bit back his panic. âShe fucked up one of my kills last year.â
âOh. Sorry, sir, sheâs all yours.â Danni flew off, chasing an sinner. Once she was out of sight, Adam rounded on (Name).
âWhat the FUCK are you doing out here? I told you to stay inside! You were almost fucking killed!â
âAdam-â
âNo, you know what, I donât even want to fucking hear it.â Adam was seething from the scare sheâd just given him. âGet your fucking ass home, right now, we will talk about this later.â
They both looked around to make sure no one was watching before they each departed, Adam back to the skies and (Name) back to her apartment. Adam paused his killing spree to make sure she got home safe from afar.
Later that night, when all the exterminators had returned to Heaven, Adam made his way to (Name)âs place.
âYou want to tell me why you were out on the fucking streets during the damn extermination?â
(Name) looked embarassed. âMy friendââ
âNo friend is worth risking YOUR life. You fucking hear me?â (Name) couldnât look at him, slightly intimidated. Adam sighed. â...Sorry.â
He pulled her into him and closed his wings around her. She wound her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. For a few minutes they just stood there, Adam reassuring himself that she was there and she was fine.
âDonât do shit like that, tits, you scared the fuck out of me.â (Name) chuckled, Adam sounding much more like himself now. She took his hands in hers.
âIâm sorry. That was stupid of me.â
Adam scoffed. âYeah it fuckinâ was. Youâre lucky I love your dumbass.â
âYou love me?â
Adamâs mind was a chorus of âshit shit shitâ, but he owned it. âYeah, whatâs the big fucking deal?â
(Name) smiled and yanked him down to her level by the collar, pressing her lips to his. Adam melted into the kiss, his hands resting on her hips. After a long moment, they pulled apart.
âI love you too.â
#hazbin adam#adam x reader#hazbin alastor#hazbin angel dust#hazbin charlie#hazbin husk#hazbin vaggie#hazbin vox#x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin lute#fluff
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Late Night Desires đâ€ïž
Astarion x Fem!Chubby!Reader x Halsin
(Reader is AFAB and is referred to with she/her pronouns and terms like "good girl". )
AN: Pure self-indulgent smut because I have Feelings about Halsin's fingers. You ONOW these two would just adore spoiling a cute plus-size princess~ Enjoy!! (Psst! There's a surprise at the end!!)
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Your other party members have long-since fallen asleep, but in a secluded part of the surrounding woods, atop soft grass, you were giving your lover a midnight snackâŠ
You hummed as Astarionâs lips pressed a gentle kiss to the column of your throat, the elfâs tongue darting out to catch the last few dribbles of your blood from the dainty puncture wounds on your neck. You sighed, the usual lightheadedness settling in and your lover pulled you to rest against his chest.
âDecadent as always, darling,â Astarion murmured softly, his arms cradling you close, âyou're far too good to me.â
You hummed blissfully and let out a breathless laugh as those dexterous hands of his moved up the soft curves of your body, fondling your plush waist all the way up to your bosom, âNeed anything else, my love?â You teased.
Astarion laughed in reply, âHow did you guess?â Those hands set about undoing your shirt, flying flawlessly over the buttons and clasps, you watched him work with a smile. Lockpicking or lovemaking, Astarion was certainly masterful with his hands.
Your pale paramour must have noticed your gaze, as he smirked down at you as your shirt fell open.
âYou want my fingers tonight, my lovely,â it was less of a question and more of him stating the obvious. Either way, you bit your lip and nodded, legs spreading almost subconsciously; your bloodlessness had rendered you docile and dumb - just the way Astarion liked it. Astarion grinned, bloodied fangs glinting in the moonlight that bathed the small grassy clearing you were in, âSuch a good girl for me, already spreading your juicy thighs⊠lift your hips for me.â he commanded and you obeyed, him watching lecherously as he rolled your leggings down over the plump swell of your thighs.
Now fully bare to both the elements and your loverâs hungry gaze, you swallowed, excitement swirling in your heart and your loins. With your legs spread as they were, your arousal was on full display.
Astarion did away with his shirt as well, leaving his pale skin almost glowing in the moonlight. You saw his nostrils flare and his pupils dilated, âOh, darling, do you know you smell absolutely divine when youâre like this, wet and desperate for me?â He spoke lowly, roughly, âI normally find your scent delectable, but like this?â He leaned down and kissed you, nearly growling against your lips, âI just want to devour you.â
You gasped as his fingers finally made contact with your core, easily sliding through your slick folds. You moaned and whimpered as Astarion played around your opening, circling your clit for a brief, bright moment before going back down to smear your slick around more. You opened your mouth, wanting to beg him to put those maddening fingers in you already, when a noise alerted you. You nearly missed it, quiet as it was, but both you and Astarion were perceptive enough to pick it up: a groan. Instantly, your heads turned to face the tree line, expecting an undead or a bandit.
What you didn't expect to see was a shirtless, seven-foot tall druid with his cock in one hand, the other clasped over his mouth, mortified.
You reflexively went to reach for your clothing to cover up, but you were stopped as Astarion finally plunged two fingers knuckle-deep into your pussy. You keened loudly and your head tipped back, feeling embarrassment war with your arousal at the needy sound you let out. You heard Halsin give another groan, muffled by his hand but still apparent, and you watched Astarionâs mouth widen into a grin. You moaned as he fluttered his fingers inside you, pressing upwards into the soft, spongy spot that made you whimper his name.
âNow, now, darling,â Astarion scolded you playfully and leaned back, putting your body on display for Halsin, âdon't hold your voice back. Let our guest hear your pretty little screams.â he kept massaging that spot inside you and you gasped, writhing in the grass below your lover. You craned your neck over to look at Halsin, and you felt a jolt of arousal burn through your body at the sight of the normally calm druid bracing himself against a tree, mouth open and letting out ragged pants as he fisted his cock. His hazel eyes were darkened with lust and were focussed intently on where Astarionâs fingers were buried in your wet heat before they flicked up to lock with yours. Your lover kept up his pace, swirling his fingers inside you and prodding your sweet spot. He clicked his tongue, âThis is fun enough, darling, but⊠what would you say to letting Halsin have a go at you?â
You couldn't answer, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to ecstasy. Astarion huffed and yanked his fingers out of you, making you whine.
âPlease! PleaseâŠâ you begged mindlessly.
Astarion lightly pinched your clit, ââPlease let Halsin come over here and fuck me with his massive fingersâ?â He supplied for your sweet, speechless self, âI thought you'd never ask, darling.â You could barely hold back an excited smile.
Astarion curled one of his fingers towards Halsin, who put himself away (causing his leggings to strain over his bulge) and sheepishly approached the two of you.
âForgive me for intruding,â Halsin spoke lowly, âI heard noise out here and wanted to make sure everything was alright.â
Astarion hummed and ran his hands over your spread thighs and soft stomach lovingly, âAnd once you deduced the source of the noise, you figured you would enjoy a free show?â
âIt has⊠been a while,â Halsin admitted, kneeling next to Astarion and raking his eyes over your supple body, âMay I touch you?â
You nodded and reached out to him, taking one of his large hands in your own, âYes, I canât lie, Iâve been wanting this for a while,â You guided Halsinâs hand to your chest, letting him feel your racing heart. You looked back at Astarion, who was watching Halsinâs hand slide down your chest with a filthy smile, âBoth of you, touching me.â
Astarion laughed lightly and trailed his nails, sharp and ticklish, over your soft thighs, âSuch a naughty girl we have, don't we, Halsin?â
âQuite,â Halsin rumbled, his large hands finding your breasts and he smiled at your moan, âWhat a wonderful body, so soft and sweetâŠâ
âIsnât she just?â Astarion cooed and helped maneuver you into a new position, leaning you back against his chest. His lithe arms wrapped around your body, âHer breasts, her stomach, these delicious thighs and her arseâŠâ he listed, humming as he pressed a warm kiss to the nape of your neck. You could feel the hardness in his tight pants pressing against your cushiony rear, âtheyâre all exquisite. She makes me simply ravenous.â
At the praise and the two sets of hands exploring your body, you felt your arousal start to grow again. Halsinâs hands were huge, caressing your breasts gently and thumbing your nipples like a string instrument; you could tell he was holding back.
âYou donât have to be too gentle, Halsin,â you spoke, voice trembling as Astarionâs hands sank into your plush waist, holding you steady as he ground his covered cock against your ass, âYou can touch anything you want, h-however you want.â Your breath was getting heavier, anticipation making you wet. Halsin seemed to sense it, his nostrils flaring as he took in your heavenly scent.
âSo generous,â Astarion purred from behind you before nipping a fresh mark into your neck, a quick spot of cold amidst the warmth of their caresses, âGo ahead, Halsin, I want to see you ruin her.â The vampireâs voice was low and heated and you shivered in anticipation as Halsin's hands left your breasts to travel down your supple form.
âYour body is magnificent,â Halsin rumbled lowly, as if to himself as his hands felt up the soft swell of your belly, âlike a Goddess of bounty and fertilityâŠâ he locked eyes with yours and you let out a soft moan at the sheer intensity behind his gaze.
Astarion purred and licked up the new blood he drew, âYou want to breed her? I don't blame you, her body is practically begging for it,â his soft hands reached down and you felt heat rush to your face as he spread you open, parting the soft folds of slickened skin to show off your hard little clit and needy pussy to Halsin, âOpen her up, sheâs dripping for you.â
Halsin groaned at the sight of you and he bowed his head, almost in reverence. You could see a smile bloom on his face as his fingers played around your impossibly soft, pillow-like mound, fluffy with hair. It was ticklish and infuriating, it wasnât enough.
âPlease, Halsin,â you whimpered, squirming in Astarionâs hold before he bit you for your disobedience, âAh! Halsin, your fingersâŠâ you bit your lip and stilled yourself, hoping he would fill you up where you needed most.
âStart with two,â Astarion commanded and you could hear his smile, âshe can handle it.â
Halsin nodded and you gasped in surprise as he leaned in to kiss you, full, slightly-chapped lips caressing your own tenderly. Your gasp turned into a loud moan as two of Halsinâs thick fingers slid into you. Astarion opened you up with two of his earlier, but Halsinâs were far thicker, they stretched your walls, eased by your natural lubrication, and you clenched around them needily. You whined into Halsinâs mouth as he gently started fucking his fingers in and out, slow and steady, making your hips grind down onto his hand. Halsin groaned and sucked on your tongue, spreading his fingers inside of you and making you moan.
âSilvanus preserve me, youâre hotter than a brushfire,â the druid panted, âand so tight and wetâŠâ
âIsnât she positively intoxicating?â Astarion shifted you so you were straddling Halsinâs lap. You instinctively wrapped your arms around Halsin and nuzzled into his neck. You heard the quick snaps of buttons being undone and you could tell Astarion was touching himself, watching his lover be pleased by another. The vampire groaned, âGive her another.â
Your eyes widened slightly, about to object as you were still getting used to two of those thick digits inside you, but all thoughts of stopping immediately left your mind as Halsinâs ring finger pushed into you and pressed firmly against your sweet spot.
âOh, Gods!â You cried, voice high. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you were stretched further than you have been before. You could feel your pussy pulse around Halsinâs fingers and drool even more slick around them. It burned, but it was so good, âTheyâre so bigâŠâ you panted and put a hand on Halsinâs broad, hair-dusted chest.
âIs it too much?â Halsin asked, rubbing your back with his free hand soothingly. His fingers were still.
You shook your head, âNo, it's good,â you looked up to him, all hazy eyes and warm cheeks, âPlease, go on?â
Halsin smiled and took a deep, steadying breath, âAs you wish.â He slowly withdrew his fingers until only the tips remained, and you whined at the loss before they slid back into you, making you moan again.
Slowly, he continued this steady rhythm, getting you ready, getting you wetter. You relaxed in his hold, taking in his scents of musk and cedarwood.
âDoes that feel good, darling?â You heard Astarion purr from the side, âOh, heâs treating you so well~â
At the praise, you felt the Druid's breathing hitch, and, gone as you were due to blood loss and lust, you picked up on Halsinâs apparent praise kink pretty quickly, âYes~ Halsin, you feel so, so good!â
âYou two will be the end of me,â Halsin chuckled and pushed you back to lay on the grass. His fingers curled upwards and pressed into your soft spot, making you cry out, âThere we go, now we can both see you.â Halsin pressed one hand on your belly, appreciating the softness as he once again started moving his fingers.
This time there was no restraint, Halsin plunged his three thick digits in and out of you fast and deep, and you couldn't contain your noises. Sweet moans and whines as Halsin fucked you, stretching your cushy walls and using his palm to rub your clit on every inward thrust. Your head thrashed around, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your peak. In and out, in and out, in and outâŠ
âFuck yes,â you heard Astarion moan, âFucking give it to her, make her cum!â
Halsin was panting at this point, his other hand mindlessly groping every soft swell in your body; your jiggling tummy, your bouncing tits, your pillowy mound, everywhere. His arm was like a piston, filling you up and hammering you until, finally-
You screamed, back arching, body shuddering, clenching and squirting around Halsinâs fingers. Your hands fisted in the grass under you, toes curling. Your mind went blank as pleasure overtook you, feeling nothing but Halsinâs warm arms holding you steady.
âShit!â You heard Astarion grunt, and you knew he had come as well. You could see him out of your peripheral vision wipe his hand clean on the grass next to him.
âThere you go,â Halsin groaned, thrusts slowing the tiniest amount, fucking you through your orgasm, âthere you go, good girlâŠâ he took your face in his other hand, caressing your cheek gently, âBeautiful girlâŠâ he pulled his fingers from you with a wet squelch, and you and Astarion moaned as he licked up your flavours from his hand.
You could do nothing but catch your breath with a smile, feeling lighter than air as you bathed in your afterglow. You looked up at Halsin, then over his shoulder as Astarion sidled up beside you two.
âDid you enjoy that, darling?â Astarion purred and wrapped his arms around Halsinâs broad chest.
âYes.â Both you and Halsin sighed at the same time, making Astarion laugh, light and playful.
âGood to hear,â the vampire hummed and dragged his lecherous gaze up and down your plush, pliant body, âmmh⊠Halsin certainly did a number on you, didn't he, love? But we shouldn't make our guest go without,â he pouted, âthat would be terribly rude.â
You sat up, letting out a little moan as you put pressure on your oversensitive, well-fucked pussy, âYouâre right. Halsin,â you looked up at the druid, all doe eyes and soft cheeks, âwhat else can we do for you?â
Halsin let out a gruff laugh, âYouâve already been so generous, but,â he rubbed a large hand on your thigh fondly and turned to look at Astarion with simmering heat in his eyes, âI would enjoy just about anything you two have in mind.â
You and Astarion shared a dirty look. You had something in mind, alright...
AN 2: Polls??? In MY smut!? Lol I was a little stumped on just how to get Halsin off, so I figured why not get some reader interaction going and let y'all vote? Don't worry if I don't do your fav pick, I'm planning on writing loads more of these guys -w-
I hope you enjoyed! And don't forget that your comments mean a lot to me! đđ
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