#she's gone like 18 hours of the day so it's not like she's there to stop him
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Read this again in a year or so...
So, you want me to believe that you voted for a racist, rapist, convicted felon, business fraud who incited a deadly attack on our Capitol after losing the last election because of the price of eggs? That you voted for the orange-dipped dude who ran with a different VP because the last one was nearly hanged for not breaking democracy, because youâve been getting fewer hours at your job these days?
You want me to believe that you voted for someone who nearly every economist in the world has said will grow our debt (which he did by the third largest amount ever the last time), increase our costs, raise inflation and destroy our GDP because a burger and fries at Five Guys is more expensive than it used to be? You want me to believe that you voted for the drink bleach guy who golfed while thousands of Americans were dying a day because you had it so much better then, when you were stockpiling toilet paper, than you do now?
You want me to believe that you voted for the guy who had 4 years to pass an infrastructure bill and didnât, the guy who promised Mexico would pay for the wall when they didnât, the guy who promised to bring manufacturing back, lower the cost of prescription drugs and end the opioid crisis but didnât, because you preferred his âpoliciesâ? You want me to believe you voted for the âgrab em by the pussyâ guy who wants to destroy the Department of Education and to repeal the ACA despite the fact that he has nothing more than âconcepts of a planâ to replace it, the guy who will roll back environmental protections, strip women and minorities of more rights, the guy who will hand Ukraine to Putin and Gaza to Netanyahu, the guy who has said he will be a âdictator on day oneâ, because youâre worried about losing your gas stove? Iâm sorry, but I donât believe any of that, and frankly, Iâm not sure you believe it either.
Because the truth is that your vote wasnât about any of that. You voted for the traitorous embodiment of the 7 deadly sins because when it came to casting your ballot for a Black woman, you just couldnât do it. And because you like getting away with being your worst self. And because life is a whole lot easier to stomach when all that has gone wrong for you, is someone elseâs fault. Letâs be honest here, that is what it was.
So when the price of eggs is $18, and your Latino neighbors have been deported or moved to some fâd up âcampâ to pick the strawberries none of you will pick, and your miscarrying wife has to contend with sepsis before sheâs allowed to have an abortion, and your autistic child is unable to get the early intervention they desperately need, please remember what it really was that you voted for.
Because I promise you the rest of us will never, ever forget.
JoJo from Jerz
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The Physicalities of Grief - Season 2 Arcane Viktor x F!Reader
Season 2 Arcane Viktor x F!Reader
Summary (SPOILERS): It's hard to grieve someone when their not really gone.
Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of the content. HEAVY SPOILERS OF SEASON 2 ACT 1 OF ARCANE!! BE WARNED! Reader is described as having a vagina and uses she/her pronouns. Readerâs backstory is kept vague but is mentioned to be from Zaun (the Undercity), worked with Jayce and Viktor, and was childhood friends with Viktor. Mentions of masturbation, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, heavy grief, angst (not a breadstick fanfic if there isnât angst), bad coping with grief and emotions, grief horniness LMAO, spoilers, brief fear that someone broke into your place, slightly improper use of his powers (not really use tho more like hinting at it), brief mention of vomiting but not in detail (!!), this is basically shameless PWLP (porn with little plot) that i'm using to cope ok?Â
Word Count: 3.3k
A/N: Unfortunately i am using Arcane Season 2 as a form of escapism bc i am not ok (context , i live in the US and i am a woman of color , , , , enough said ) anyways i am a Viktor stan and i love him SO SO SO much anyways AS PROMISE HERE IT IS ! LMAO i can't wait for act 2 to come out ! ! ! ! ENJOY ! (awhhh doesnt he look so normal in season 1 ?)
It feels like all you have ever known was this feeling.
This feeling of⌠swelling and crashing waves of anger and sadness. Of overwhelming crying screams, of bubbling tears that blind you, of aching emptiness that makes your joints feel sore and body retch after every meal.
Mel had to remind you that you were grieving, but you could see the way Jayce looked at her, shaking his head softly when she spoke.Â
âHe isnât dead,â he would whisper once Mel would leave, but you could only weakly utter âThen why does it feel like he is?â
He never knew what to say to that, just stepping back, face falling.Â
It was ridiculous at this point, the way he looked at you with⌠almost pity. You were sick of it. Everytime he came to you, updating you on the latest findings while you laid in bed, pathetically. Feeling like a waste as he went from spending hours in the lab, working beside his friendâs body encased in who knows what, to desperately fighting you to get you to eat something, anything. Â
You felt like a burden, like a waste of a mind and body that was once so ambitious and passionate, moving around the lab to help with whatever you could get your hands on.
âIâm useless,â you would whisper to yourself in the cover of dark, chest empty and eyes red and dry.Â
But his words⌠his words hurt the most.Â
âPlease eat something, anything!â He cried, trying to ever so gently pin your arms down as he lifted a small cup of soup to your face.Â
âNo Jayce, no! Stop it!â You cried, barely able to flail against him.Â
âI need you to eat something, please! You can't keep going on like this!â His voice cracked.Â
You pushed his hands away, successfully hitting the cup and making it clatter and crash to the floor.Â
Both of you flinched, pausing mid movement to hear the sound of the porcelain shattering into millions of pieces.Â
Stillness for a few seconds. Peace from him for a few seconds.Â
Until his voice brought you back.Â
â...Viktor would've wanted you to eat⌠to keep goingâŚâÂ
It made your eyes burn, chest tightening, throat closing. It made your heart race, limbs suddenly energized for the first time in days, feeling ready to run marathons.Â
Did Viktor feel this way the first time he touched the hexcore?
You shoved him away with surprising strength, making Jayce yell and fall to the ground, his arm moving up to shield himself.Â
Leaping from bed, you yanked the sheets around yourself, heavy and dark fabric covering the weakness of your flesh from sight.Â
âYou have no idea what he would've wanted!â Your throat burned as you screamed, lips twisted into a sneer as you glared at him on the floor.
He couldn't even bear to look at you. Coward.
Paled hands moved to claw at your bedside table, yanking the drawers open. You yanked things out, throwing them to find it. Where is it?
Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?
Then you felt it. Soft beneath your fingertips, the embroidered âV' he asked you to add onto it scratching your skin ever so slightly. It made you pause, mind rushing and mouth rushing even faster.
âBetter yet, you knew what he wanted and still went against him!â Your voice quivered as you yelled at Jayce.
Jayce gasped softly, head jerking back.Â
âW-what friend you are,â You stuttered, tears rushing back into your eyes and making your voice sound watery. You felt stupid.Â
Jayceâs breath hitched, his mouth opened to respond but you were too quick. You grasped the red fabric into your hands and rushed off, snatching your shoes on before you ran out the door with a choked sob, Jayce yelling out your name as you did so.Â
Your body ached as you ran, running into corners and slamming into walls you didnât sense as you rounded hallways. Your body feverish, only shivered when you stepped out into the chill of the quiet darkness of the supposed city of progress.
Your lungs ached as you ran, panting and gasping between cries. You ran and ran, stumbling and nearly collapsing as you made your descent.
Down, down, down⌠to the city you knew too well.Â
Back home.Â
You tucked the blanket closer as you rounded corners with ease, effortless as you hopped over piles of trash and twisted into darkened alleys, avoiding the sounds of twisted laughs and growls.Â
You nearly ran into the door of your little old home, scratching at your neck to yank the necklace into the light of the partially broken street lamps. A trembling hand shoved the key into the lock, tugging yourself to press your cheek against the cold door with a hiss.Â
It was hard to tell what you were doing in the darkness of the studio, staggering as you closed the door and moved around, getting bruises as you ran into old furniture and beat up tables. You cried out, howling in pain as you made your way toward your bed, hidden in the back of the room.Â
One hand reached out, feeling the end of the furniture with heavy pants, eyes wide and barely able to make it out. But it was there, sturdy and reliable, the scent of comfort, of home, reaching your nose as you collapsed onto it, bursting out in wails.
The bed creaked as your body shook, the utter power of your lament echoing in the darkness of the room, red fabric clutched to your chest.Â
You could smell him, smell the mixture of coffee, toast, and the unmistakable scent of the lab.Â
You cried louder, rattling the windows with each sound as you held the fabric he used to tie his tie, nose buried into it. But it did nothing to muffle you, nothing to withhold the sounds of your cries.Â
It felt like days passed before you passed out, falling unconscious without a second thought.Â
But when you finally woke, it was dark again.Â
Body aching, you sat up in with a heaved breath, wincing at the pain that echoed throughout your being. It was hardly bearable, making you sigh as you realized that you finally did it, you pushed yourself too much and rendered yourself alone, sleeping the day away.
You felt like a ghost skirting around your home, blanket clutched around your form and hand clutching the red fabric to your chest with paled knuckles. Feet made soft sounds as you stomped, using all your strength to collapse onto the sink, holding onto the ledge as you stretched, one hand opening the tap and lips greedily sucking in the water that came down.
You knew that you would probably regret this later, Zaunâs tap water was not meant to be drunk without extra precautions made to ensure it was clean. Afterall, this wasnât Piltover, where you could drink fresh water from the tap without worry.Â
You remembered the way your mother would have to boil it over the fire as a child, wincing as you drank the warm water after running circles around your childhood best friend, who would laugh and watch with a sad glint in his eyes as you did so. All you wanted was fresh, cold water after sweating, throat scratchy and knees scraped with a wonder only a child could possess.Â
It made you want to cry again, as your familiar scratchy throat was soothed by the cool water, if only temporarily.Â
Your hand barely had the strength to push the faucet shut, slipping onto your knees soon after.Â
The fabric pressed against your nose, darkening under the tears that slipped and hit it on its way down your cheeks. Burnt toast⌠coffee⌠metal. Burnt toast, coffee, metal. Burnt toast, coffee, metal, Jayce. Burnt toast, coffee, metal, Jayce, you.Â
You crawled back into bed, grunting and groaning as your limbs screamed, desperate for you to stop and give up. âForget it, you're alone nowâ they said, desperate for a break.Â
âJust⌠let me get to the bed⌠please,â you heard your gravely voice whisper out, begging yourself.
â...Iâll quit once I get to bed⌠pleaseâŚâ
âFine,â you told yourself.Â
Crumpled there on the sheets, you encased yourself with the blanket like a body laid to rest among the flowers, eyes closed and breathing getting slower. You could hear chatter from just beyond the walls, the sound of people chattering before rushing off, the occasional argument either followed by commotion or silence. It soothed you like a lullaby, as it soothed all children of the undercity.Â
But as a fight breaks out nearby, harsh voices echoing the sounds of punches, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried desperately to think of something else.Â
Like the day he convinced you to go with him to Piltover.
âCome with me,â he whispered, hand extended out to you, amber eyes glinting with hope for what this opportunity would bring.
âOh Viktor,â you whispered aloud, voice breaking just like in the memory.
âPlease,â he said, brows creasing.Â
âBut will I fit in? Will they accept me?â you murmured, holding your own hand, looking between his hand to his eyes.
âThey accept me,â he breathed.
âThatâs because you are a scientist.â
He scoffed, âDo not reduce yourself to utility, regardless of where you come from, you deserve to live amongst them.â
âBut they will stare at me like⌠like I'm trash.â
âNothing we arenât used to already⌠besides⌠I need you there.â
Your breath hitched.
âYou do?â you whispered to yourself, hand clutched to the fabric rising to press it against your nose again.Â
Eyelids softened as you thought of the way he smiled, chuckling softly at your bewildered face, smooth voice like melody that made goosebumps spread across your skin as he said, âOf course I need youâŚâ
You didnât even realize your free hand had inched its way down your torso until your fingertips hit the waistband of your bottoms, making you freeze up, eyes snapping open to stare into the inky darkness.
You panted, chest rising and falling.Â
âNoâŚâ you whispered, âN-no, no I⌠I can't.â
âOf course you can,â his voice echoed in your brain, smooth as a ray of sunlight, âWhatever it is you're worried about, I'll help you.â
Finally, your hand fell into his. He pulled you close, so close, that his eyes flickering onto yours felt like it had replaced the sun and the moon, âCome with me.â
Trembling, your hand pushed under the waistband and under your undergarments, fingers tracing over your mound before dipping down to the unabashed wetness of your core.Â
You gasped, chest tightening.Â
âNo,â you whispered into the fabric.Â
Burnt toast, coffee, metal.
Your fingers glided down, hips rising and legs spreading, skin so so hot under your touch. With a smooth swipe, the wetness gathered itself on your fingertip, moving to ever so gently press against your throbbing clit.
It made you whine, voice muffled by the fabric held tight against your hand.Â
âNo pleaseâŚâ you whispered once more, your resolve slipping as you thought of those amber eyes and how they glistened when he spoke about his work.
âC-canâtâŚâ you just couldnât bear it.
This was your childhood friend you were imagining, your friend who cared so deeply about you that he was willing to take you with him when he got a new opportunity in Piltover. Your friend who sacrificed his health for the sake of finding new tech to help people like you, who werenât given a fair chance in the undercity. Your friend whose gaze would transfix on you as he explained what he was doing, voice tinged with an eagerness that made him whine when he thought your mind was straying from his words.Â
âDarling, are you listening to me?â he would say as you played with some geared models he set out for you to see.
âYes Viktor, I swear!âÂ
He would always chuckle and nod, either continuing to explain or instead staying silent, moving to stand behind you.
Your knees and mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut.
Burnt toast, coffee, metal.
Heavy pants filled the silence of the room.Â
You could almost feel the way his hand would slide over yours as you played with the model, long nimble fingers gliding over your skin.Â
You would gasp, hand stilling until he began to move it, guiding it with his own.âHere, let me show you⌠This is how you use it,â he would murmur, warm breath hitting your skin. It was so hard to suppress the shiver he gave you, no longer able to focus on the way he would turn the model the other way, guiding your fingers to press against a gear, turning it in a slow circle to get it working.
Your breathing hitched, hand moving in the way he showed you how.Â
His hand would speed up, moving away to let you try it. The gears then began to move on their own, prompting you to move your own hand away, watching the model with an excited smile.
The swelling pleasure in your belly grew, making the smooth movements of your hand become erratic, unable to keep a steady pace.Â
âV-Viktor,â you breathed, hips bucking into the air.Â
You could imagine it, the way he spoke so smoothly to you, an air of calm to it as if he was speaking to a frightened animal, âYes, my darling?â
âL-like this?â you croaked, fingers dipping to press against your sopping hole, feeling it drool onto your fingers.Â
âYes, exactly like that⌠you're doing so goodâŚâ
Your breaths grew more and more ragged, shivering as you chased your climax. It was so close, making your head fall back onto the sheets, fabric clutched to your nose, using it to run it up and down your body.
Burnt toast, coffee, metal.
âS-so⌠closeâŚâ you whispered.Â
Then you heard it.
A whisper.
You stilled, eyes snapping open and wide in terror.Â
You didnât breathe, you didnât move.Â
âGo to herâ, it whispered once more, a feminine voice you couldnât make out, too low for you to distinguish.
But you could hear staggered steps, moving.Â
You knew you were hidden from view, allowing you an advantage, but this person was moving toward you, slowly but steadily.
You were frozen in place.
Did they come to rob you? Had you even locked your front door when you came in?
But you had no time to think, you were sitting here unarmed and vulnerable.Â
Gathering yourself, you sat up in bed, careful to avoid making noise as you peaked above the furniture that hid you, seeing a cloaked figure moving in the dark. You saw nothing, just them staggering. They didnât seem to be here to steal, brushing past your things without a second glance.Â
You prayed to anyone who could hear you that it was just some weary soul needing to rest.
But right before you looked away, you saw it.Â
You saw the glow.
A faint blue-purple glow of footsteps that led toward you.Â
You swallowed, curling back and into yourself as your eyes trailed the faint humming glow of these footsteps, the way they led right to the foot of your bed.Â
The cloaked and hooded figure approached, moving around what hid you to stand at the edge of your bed, looking right at you.Â
Then you smelled it.Â
Burnt toast, coffee, metal, and⌠something⌠more.
Your breath hitched as a bony hand reached up and out, moving toward your face.
You flinched, squeezing your eyes shut as it moved. You didn't see the way it hesitated, pausing right before the warmth of your cheek.
âMy darlingâŚâ They whispered, voice rumbling in a way that made your eyes snap open and body instantly and unconsciously sag, âAm i that scary?âÂ
You gasped, shaking as you made out the iridescent eyes that traced over your sunken cheeks and eyes with dark bags underneath.Â
âOh my darlingâŚâ he murmured, fingertips finally pressing against your cheeks.Â
He was cold, but somehow warmth thrummed through him like⌠machinery.Â
His thumb traced underneath your eye, gently, âHave you been suffering because⌠of me?âÂ
You said nothing, pinned to the spot underneath his gaze.Â
You tried to say something, but nothing came out. Your mouth only opened and closed, silence emitting from it instead.Â
His gaze swept over you, making a shiver go down your spine as you sat there. His gaze stilled, eyes widening ever so slightly as he followed your hands. He paused and, after a beat of silence, he spoke up.
âHere⌠let me show you.âÂ
Burnt toast, coffee, metal, and something indescribable.Â
The hand cupping your cheeks trailed down to your jaw, tilting it upward to look at him as he shifted to sit in front of you, the overwhelming scent of Him invading your senses.
His other hand moved, gently wrapping itself around your wrist, feeling the warmth of your skin underneath his own. He then slid in, over and down underneath the waistband of your clothes and to your soaked fingers.
You could only stare into the pools of opal that peered into your soul.
A gasp wormed its way out of your mouth as his fingers pressed against you, index tracing around your throbbing clit to your clenching hole. He moved in circles, teasing you by pressing his longest finger just against your entrance before pulling back, moving to press a tiny bit deeper with every movement.
You felt yourself instantly relax, unable to help yourself as the familiar face of Viktor stared at you, eyes softening as he saw the panic melt away.Â
âV-Viktor iâŚâ you breathed, âYou⌠d-âÂ
âI'm supposed to be dead⌠I knowâŚâ he whispered.Â
His finger pressed in, making you groan softly as it moved against your warm walls, carefully pressing to find that spongy bit inside of you. He was always so calculated, even now as his gaze focused on your face, tracking every miniscule movement like the way your pupils dilated when you saw him, the way your breathing picked up when his thumb brushed against your clit, and the way your lips parted when his fingers curled.Â
âBut I'm here now, my darling⌠you don't have to worry anymore⌠I just want you to come back with me.â
His voice made your eyes struggle to keep open, soft moans filling the once empty room. You were drunk off him, drunk off the way his fingers moved so deliciously deliberate, stimulating you in multiple ways and making you melt.Â
âViktorâŚ?â you sighed, barely registering what he said.Â
âYes?â Viktor whispered, leaning to press his forehead against your own.Â
It sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body, tingling with a purple glow over your skin.Â
âIâŚâ gasping for air was all you could do, the overwhelming sensation flowing through your veins as his thumb pressed against your clit, fingers curling in and out of you. You were so close again.
âMore?â He murmured, voice soft.Â
Your eyes could barely hold his gaze, âN-need youâŚâÂ
âLike I always needed you?âÂ
You moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you shook, the pleasure reaching its peak.Â
âCum for me⌠come with me.â he murmured, lips brushing against your own.Â
He swallowed your moans as you cried out his name, body shaking. His hand on your jaw held you in place, continuing to move his fingers in you and on your clit, your hand wrapped around his wrist as he did so, the other still clutched onto his red tie.Â
Pure, white, hot, pleasure stole your vision and voice, making you see visions of a future where you and your people would never have to suffer anymore, not with someone like Viktor to lead them.Â
As you came down, body heaving and shaking, he carefully moved his hand off your core before wrapping your weak body with his lapis blue cloak, pressing you against him. Your head lolled, slotting against his neck, smelling the scent of burnt toast, coffee, metal, and something⌠something otherworldly.Â
âCome with me.â He whispered, âI need you.â
âI will.â You whispered, this time not hesitating.Â
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roommate's partially blind(?) female turtle keeps doing this today to elevate her basking game
#it's possible it's a mating thing but they're both very young and again she's female so. less likely to me than#that she was like 'oh sweet more rock im gonna be so tall' but im also not a turtle expert#note: this turns into a rant about these turtles' conditions like 4 tags in#ive never seen her do this before#also don't blame me for the tub setup roomie straight up Does Not Know what she's doing at all#im trying to nudge her into like. proper care and stuff right. and trying to make sure they don't die#and with some things it's more an issue of being able to get the proper supplies rather than not knowing#but i told her to get a bulb that. yk. actually gives off heat (again) and gave her an approximate wattage yesterday#and i found out today that she was planning on getting a regular light bulb witt that wattage#i had to explain to her that heat bulbs exist and you shouldn't like. pick a bulb not designed for heating To Heat just bc it has the same#wattage. head in my hands i want to keep this lighthearted but it's kind of extremely distressing to me tbqh#did she not research at all before getting them?? she's had them for at least a year how has she not wondered why her turtle's eyes don't#open??? etc???? and she just lets them chill in an open tupperware and though she chastises rascal for swatting at them#she's gone like 18 hours of the day so it's not like she's there to stop him#guhh my point is if she had these time/financial restraints beforehand it was really irresponsible to get all these pets#and then not fucking take care of them!!! if you can't get them incredibly basic necessities then hold off on taking on the responsibility#of another creature's life!!!!!!! thank you!!!!!!!!!!!#ugh i know firsthand how depression can fuck with pet care in some ugly ways but she Keeps getting pets#this was a three time mistake not a one time mistake and she seems so unbotherwd#and she's fine with dealing with the problems she just Does Not Notice Them because (afaict) she's just not paying attention or wondering#but i don't know?!!! i don't know. very conflicted feelings about my roommate to be honest#i was terrified to learn that she would be my roommate and im very Not Cool with the animal neglect thing#nor the fact that she's apparently cheating on her bf (she blames him ofc) but idek what to do or say about that#but she's also very friendly? it's a really weird dynamic. we're on good terms but i wouldn't call her a good person#arghhhh whatever. whatever. i have since moved top turtle (đ) off since i dunno if she could get down on her own#+ i dont want bottom turtle (đđ) to shake her off. shell or not im not risking it
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strategic manoeuvre.
â WITHâŚART DONALDSON!
contains...babysitter!reader, age gap, 18+ MDNI, art cheats w reader but it is lowkey implied that tashi planned the whole thing, car sex, semi-public sex, head (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, inspired by this post from @traumatrios
You had never been interested in tennis before Art.Â
You werenât interested in sports at all, really â you just wanted to buckle down and focus on your college work, earn some money with an easy part-time job. You didnât have time to follow sports, or anything else.Â
But then you got a call. You had been in the middle of a lecture when your phone buzzed against your notebook, a California number shining up at you and enticing you to pick up. Normally you wouldâve let it go to voicemail, but you had recently gone around some of the fancier hotels in your city with flyers, asking for babysitting jobs and posting your number, so you excused yourself with a wave and took the call in the hallway.Â
You didnât know who Tashi Donaldson was when she introduced herself, but the hotel sheâd asked you to come to later that night was fancy enough that you didnât question it. You had done an extensive google search afterwards, of course, but simply raised an impressed brow at her repertoire.Â
Then you met Art, her tennis player husband and the father of the lovely little girl you would be taking care of, and suddenly you were pretty interested in tennis.Â
It started when Lily had a bad nightmare and you couldnât get her down â well, it started when you met the guy, palm sweaty in his own as he introduced himself, but it didnât really start until you had to put one of his old games on the TV for the girl to watch until she fell asleep at your side, tear tracks from her bad dream dry on her cheeks.Â
You had been planning on carrying her back to her bed when she was down for the count, but you had been so fixated on Artâs movements; his determined look, his arms, his legs, that you ended up dropping out too. You woke up a few hours later with a blanket over your body and Art standing quietly at the kitchen island behind the sofa.Â
âYou looked peaceful. Didn't wanna wake you.â Heâd said, sipping at his tea, and you knew you were done for.Â
Now all of a sudden you had time to watch a tennis match in the morning, play one as background noise while you studied. You had started following his tennis journey right from the Junior Open in 2006 â you didnât think you'd ever actually see him again, but you could fantasise about it whenever you remembered the smell of his cologne as he thanked you for taking care of Lily, promising a big tip would go straight into your account in the morning.Â
(The money went in fifteen minutes after youâd left).
It came as a pleasant surprise when Tashiâs number popped up on your screen once more, a few months later. You had been in your kitchen, and took the call the moment you recognised the digits.Â
âWeâre a little ways out of town.â Sheâd said, âBut Lily raved about you for days after last time, and we know you better than a stranger. If you canât make it out here, donât worry, but we still wanted to try our luck.â
We sheâd said. As in her and Art.Â
You cursed yourself for lusting after a married man in the uber to the hotel.Â
From then on out, you became their primary babysitter. Since they travelled a lot, and Tashiâs mom was with them most of the time, you only really sat for them once every couple of months. The town you lived in was sunny and had a huge private sports centre for professional athletes â a fact you werenât aware of until Art told you over a cup of tea â so they always came back. You were glad you could count on them coming back â it was like magic, the way your phone lit up with Tashiâs now saved contact whenever the late night bingeing of matches and interviews stopped fueling your infatuation.Â
The guilt was almost enough to make you ignore it, say you were busy or just get a new number all together. But you never did. As much as you knew it was wrong, you always dropped what you were doing and drove to that cushy hotel where the receptionist knew your face and let you in with a smile. You travelled that same memorised route to the master suite, knocked on the door and made sure you were standing far enough away from the peep hole that you didnât look weird and distorted when Art would look through before letting you in.Â
It was always Art now. Tashi had greeted you a few times but lately it had always been him â a sick part of you thought she mightâve known about your crush on him, played with it for fun because she couldnât play tennis anymore. But that was crazy, and you really needed to sort yourself out.Â
You would greet him with a smile, push through the small talk, lean up against the kitchen island and watch his shirt stretch around the planes of his back as he made you coffee (On those unlucky days he would be wearing a shirt. Sometimes he would be just done with warm ups and physio and would answer the door half naked and covered in sweat. Those were the good days). Then Lily would come running at you from her room, hug you around your waist and pull you in to play; Art would laugh and grin at you, sliding the coffee cup in your direction and holding your eyes before heading to his room to get ready.Â
You would be knee deep in headless barbies and chewed up polly pocket clothes when he and would return, dressed up and ready to go. He would lean down, kiss Lily on the forehead, and press his hand to your back in a silent goodbye. Then he would leave, and you would spend the whole day trying to pull yourself together.Â
He was married. He was ten years older than you. He had a child, and was paying you to look after her.Â
But he always made you coffee when you arrived â just how you liked it because he remembered. He always checked in on you, asked you how your life was while you nursed the mug that was warm from the beverage and his hands. He would tell Lily to behave for you because We like her, and we donât want to scare her off. He would let his land linger on your back half a second longer every single time he left.Â
But.
But Tashi was the one who would call you. She was the one who made you coffee the first time, told you it was the least they could do for you. She would walk out of her room with Art, smile at you and tell you how beautiful you look in that shirt. She would grin at you before leaving, waiting patiently by the door for her husband to take his hand off your back.Â
You were evil. Truly. The guy was married.Â
But as evil as you were, you always made sure there was an old game of his playing on the TV when they would return â because then Art would prompt you to stay and listen to him talk about it. And you would have an excuse to lean up against that island and watch him make tea while Tashi excused herself to bed. Hours would pass before he was checking his watch and hissing out an apology for keeping you so late, and then letting you leave.Â
The first couple of times heâd simply make sure you got in your uber safely. Then he started calling cars himself, the same ones that would drive him and his family to and from matches, press events. The same sort of service celebrites used, not their babysitters. You didnât mind â it was a thrill, listening to him ask the person behind the wheel to make sure you got back safely.
(The bar was under the court at this point, but at least you were aware of that).
But tonight was different. In more ways than one.Â
In the beginning, all was the same. You were left sitting on the plush carpet of Lilyâs room surrounded by lego pieces, a burning in your gut and guilt in your heart. You played doctor, you made dinner, ordered room service after her relentless begging, put on a movie, carried her sleeping form to bed, came back and watched Art play tennis until he returned.Â
You had started to run out of games to watch, ones you hadnât already seen, so settled for an old game from 2006. He was playing against his old partner, Patrick something, and you wondered where the lesser known second half of Fire and Ice had disappeared to after that night.Â
Then Art came back, Tashi right behind him, and you smiled at them both over the back of the sofa. Tashi watched the game, something unfamiliar glinting in her irises, before blinking back at Art, âIâm going to bed.â
He responded a little slower, kissing her goodnight and looking back at you, âTea? This game was one of my most memorable.â
âEven though you lost?â You teased, leaning against the marble.Â
He paused, looking back at you. He blinked, âYeah.â
You drank your tea. You pretended like you werenât full of shame for standing that inch closer to him. You let him talk until he had nothing left to talk about, and watched him check his watch. You waited for him to pick up the phone and call the car â only he paused by the phone, hand floating just before it, and retracted his steps to the kitchen, âIâm gonna drive you back, if itâs not too much trouble. Saves waking up my driver.â
âOh.â Your fingers twitched, and you told them to stop. âSure, of course.âÂ
Artâs car wasnât what you had expected. Thinking back on it, he didnât seem like the sports car type, but his status and riches led you to assume you were about to get into one of the two seats in his Bugatti â you didnât. The black jeep was expensive enough for someone like him, but close enough to home that you didnât feel like an outsider climbing into the passenger seat. Â
The drive wasnât all that far â twenty minutes both ways, so Art wouldâve been back before Tashi fell asleep if he hadn't pulled into a parking lot five minutes out.Â
Your lips parted, eyes following his hands as they slid slowly off the wheel and into his thighs. His chest rose with a deep breath and his jaw constricted when he swallowed. Then he was looking at you, eyes piercing.Â
âLily likes you.â
You were unsure, feet shifting beneath you, the sound encasing the silence of the space and forcing you to stop and blink, âIâm glad. I like her.âÂ
âTashi likes you.âÂ
You werenât too positive that she would like you if she could feel how you were feeling now â that all too familiar heartbeat pulsing between your legs with every one of Artâs breaths.Â
âI like you.â He finished, tilting his head until his temple rested softly on the headrest of his seat. His smile was almost taunting when he undid his seatbelt, âWhich is your favourite?â
âWhat?â
âThe games.â He clarified, knowing his question was too broad and that you would have to ask, âThe ones you watch every time youâre over. The ones I assume you watch even when you arenât sitting for us. My games. Which is your favourite?âÂ
âOh. Um ââ Slightly distracted by the way he shed his jacket, dumping it in the backseat. Heâd lent all the way forward to take it off and his eyes didnât leave yours once. âI donât know.âÂ
âThe one you were watching tonight.â He asked then, âWhatâd you think of it? Honestly.âÂ
âHonestly?â You swallowed, mortified that you were even entertaining this, âYou looked a little distracted.âÂ
He huffed a laugh, finally looking away and letting you breathe. It didnât last long, because he was then getting out of the car and rounding the front of it.Â
The breeze was cool when it hit you, Art blocking most of it from where he stood in the gap. His hand was still on the handle, but you were busy unbuckling your own seatbelt â the message had been received, you had crossed a line and he was kicking you out of his car.Â
But when you turned, legs swinging carefully into the cold, his hand on your knee stopped you from really getting out. Your eyes snapped up to his, and you realised you had been caged â with one hand on the door and one hand on you, Art Donaldson had you right where you had been dreaming of him having you. It felt surreal.Â
âMy opponent. In the game from tonight.â He breathed, glancing around casually like you were having one of your simple conversations over tea. âHe slept with my wife.â
Out of all the thingsâŚÂ
âWhat?â Your eyes darted between his, but the rest of your body otherwise remained still. Even when his hand on your knee travelled upwards.Â
âHeâd slept with her before. In college. We werenât together then.â He was now watching his hand move, like he wasnât the one moving it, âBut then he slept with her again, in Atlanta. After Iâd already married her.â
âWow.â You breathed, mainly because it was the easiest word you could slide out of your mouth whilst holding your breath. His fingers reached your thigh, begged to dip between them. âIâm so sorry.â
âDonât be.â He was quick to respond. Your legs parted on instinct, and at this point you had surrendered to being an awful person â although maybe youâd fallen asleep on the couch and this was all a dream. You didnât think youâd be able to face Art if it was. You couldnât even face him now.Â
He took the newfound space for granted, stepping between your legs and holding them open with his body. His hand on the door followed him, taking its new place on your other leg. He rubbed up and down your thighs, but you couldnât look away from his face.Â
âI donât want you watching him play.â He spoke lowly, tracing his fingertips around your waistband, âIâve seen enough of his games.â
âOkay.â You didnât hesitate to let out, swallowing the hungered saliva that had built up in your mouth.Â
He unbuttoned your jeans, pulled the zipper down â painstakingly slow, but it allowed you time to brace your hands on the seat and the dashboard so you could raise your hips and let him slide them off you.Â
You were stuck in your head, but Art didnât seem to notice since he was too busy folding your jeans and hanging them over the open car door. You dared question it through a heavy breath but he just moved on to your panties, throwing them precariously on the dashboard and exposing your glittering cunt to his bright eyes.Â
âWe shouldnât ââ It was a half-assed attempt at reconciling with your guilt, but the fact that you were half naked and spread eagle made it lose its meaning.Â
Art shushed you, kneeling down so he was looking at your pussy, âWe can, and we will.â Then he glanced back at you, brow arched, âUnless you donât want to.â
Any sense of rationale had fucked off when he put his hand on your leg, so you swallowed and said, âI want to.â
He wasted no time, licking a thick stripe from your asshole to your clit. You knocked your head back with a gasped moan, bucking into him and hissing when the gear stick poked you in the back when you led back too far.Â
You let out a shaky breath as he lapped you up, tongue dipping inside of you before travelling up to that sweet spot and sucking at it gently. You gasped and moaned, hands scrambling between holding yourself up and holding him down. His own were resting on your thighs â his calm and collected demeanour was a drastic contradiction from your own.Â
His head nodded calmly between your legs, relaxed in its position â yours, shaky and tense all at once, neck bracing whenever you fell back. His hands tapped soft melodies on your skin whereas yours tightened around whatever was in their old, whether that be the leather of the seats or the blonde of Artâs hair.Â
When he finally came up for air, his chin was coated in your slick, and he licked his lips clean before straightening up above you. You watched, paralysed, while he unbuckled his belt, threw it over the door with your jeans, and sent you a look under his lashes that youâd only seen him wear during his tennis matches.Â
You had been keeping quiet earlier, but when he bottomed out inside you and started to piston, your mind went wild. Choruses of Oh my God and Fuck!, shouts of Artâs name and whimpers under your breath â it all came tumbling out and you couldnât even try and stop it.Â
Not that you wanted to; your vocality seemed to make him go faster, harder. It made him vocal, no longer calm and relaxed as he had been when eating you out, but loud and gruff. Grunts and moans you had dreamt about hearing outside of a television screen, now being huffed into the air you shared.Â
You came with a whine and Art followed not long after, and you settled there for a moment â legs spread in his passenger seat with him standing between them â until you could muster up the strength to push yourself up.Â
Five minutes later and you were both dressed, Artâs black jeep parked outside of your apartment building. You hadnât exchanged any more words, but when you turned to slam the door once you had jumped out, you found his eyes on yours.Â
âI have a game this weekend. Two hours out. Tashi wanted you to come. A gift, for all youâve done for us.âÂ
(You went to the game. Art won. Tashi grinned like sheâd made it happen and then offered to buy you a drink).
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Ruined!
Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader
Summary: Joel is an old man who struggles to cum sometimes. Youâve got time to kill and a tight hole to fill.
Warnings: 18+. Peepaw brainrot + a dash of anorgasmia. Unprotected p-in-v, cockwarming, age gap, daddy kink.
Note: Finals are whooping my ass left & right. This is a quickie.
Word count: 1.2k | Part of the Waiting Game âverse
Surely he was hurting you now.
Joel Miller had a kink for many, many fun activities, but splitting a sweet young thing like you over his cock to the point you were almost in tears was just not one of them.
At the same time your poor, surely-bruised walls pulsed around his hardened length, he felt a pang of guilt. His balls were pressed against your ass like two lead weights, soaked with the remains of your third release, and his mind was at war with itselfâkeep fucking you like this? Pull out and offer his sincerest apologies for not being able to cum? A boy your age wouldâve never had you waiting around like that, aching around his cock, much less begging for something as simple as a cumshot.
He decided to go straight to the source. Leaning over your prone body on the bed before him, he was careful not to rut his hips or jostle his dick around too much.
Joel pressed a hot, stubbled kiss to your cheek, then:
ââSâit too much, baby? She need a break, maybe?â
Joel thumbed at that space where your body ended and his began and nearly lost his mind to the pearly-white slick that had accumulated with time. Two hours time, he had to remind himself while you moaned and writhed and bucked your ass back. Your cunt was choking him.
Crying, too.
Your eyes flew open the moment his words reached you.
âYou kiddinâ me, Miller?! I could do this shit all day.â
Sometimes Joel forgot you were only in your twenties. Really, the thought only occasionally crossed his mind in moments like theseâor when your father, his best friend, happened to bring you upâbut when it did, it hit him hard. You were young. Lively. Surely far too spry and full of life to be messing around with a man as old as him.
Joelâs guilt ran almost commensurate with his pleasure when he felt you anchor your feet on the bed and start to fuck yourself back and forth over his still-throbbing dick.
Almost.
He planted a hand beside your head and grinned. He let you fuck him. Felt you pull off, crawl up the bed a little, then beckon him back to your body, where your ass was now pointing up and your back was arched in invitation.
Almost.
âYou know I canât sleep without your cum inside me.â
And you made a point to spread your knees and look behind you with a smile as sweet as Miloâs tea, fingers drumming a beat against the bedspread in anticipation.
âYou do wanna fill me up, donât you, daddy?â you teased.
Yeah, no. The guilt was gone. Joel could worry about being a depraved old man when he was done cumming.
Then he was back inside you, driving his hips until every last inch of him was wrapped snug within your wet and velvety embrace, and he sighed. A real protracted one, like the kind he was liable to exhale after climbing two flights of stairs, or else just hoisting himself off the sofa. Or lifting you in his arms and fucking you hard against the hood of his Bronco. Any time. Any place. You were kind enough to oblige him with the best cardio of his life, so the least Joel could do now was make you cum again.
He snatched your hands up in one of his own and placed your wrists at the base of your spine. With his other, free set of fingers he took to rubbing your clit gently.
âSON OF Aââ
ââgood girl.â
You let out a bloodcurdling scream into your pillow and secretly hoped this manâs dick would never deflate again. Not with the way he was sawing his thing back and forth and dragging you to the edge, circling your clit like you were the single most precious thing in the world to him.
âOh, sweet pea, I didnât mean to make you cry.â
Like he could feel the tears staining the cushion himself.
âMmrooonme,â you cried into it, voice garbled by cotton.
âWhatâsâat, honey? Canât hear ya.â
Joel then bent at the waist, pretending to be leaning in to hear you better, when really he knew heâd be digging in your guts with that big, bulbous head of his and making you squeal again. Hands still held captive behind you, you inched your chin back on the pillow so your moans could be heard even louder while Joel sped up.
âYouâ ruined me,â you repeated. Now clear as ever.
Joel tried to hide his smile and glanced down between your body and his. Then, while his ring finger joined the other two to make their tight, light circles, he returned,
âRuined? Pussy feels just fine tâme.â
Youâd kill him if he wasnât so good at this. You turned your head more to meet his eyes from the corner of yours.
âNo. Ruined me. For anyone else.â
Probably forever.
âGood.â
You knew he liked it that way.
You saw it in his eyes. Felt it in his touch. The hefty, broad, and greying Joel Miller had been loafing around on this earth long enough to know how to claim what was his. When his hips knocked yours to lay you flat on the bed, you already knew what was coming next.
First, his arms came to rest on either side of your body.
âShit,â you whimpered.
Next, his lips went trailing down to your ear.
âJust a little more, sugarâthatâs it,â he murmured while his hips sank in, and you felt that big, delicious stretch.
Then he released your hands so they were free to squeeze the sheets, and when they did, his moved over themâlacing his fingers through your ownâand his lips pressed a kiss to your jaw. He held you in a tender grasp. His breath was hot on your neck, and the whole of his body was blanketing yours. Joel knew you liked it like that, which is why he made sure not to leave an inch of space in between. He was grunting, rutting, holding you close while his cock drilled a maddening pace inside you.
âYou ruined me too, yâknow,â he mumbled into your skin.
His nose was flush with the side of your cheek, nudging inward. Begging you to turn your head just a little more so he could kiss you. Weak as you were, you obliged.
And you moaned against that grey, stubbled chin of his when the thrusts above you had your cunt grinding the bed, rubbing that soft and helpless nub on the sheets.
âCâmonâ let daddy have it,â he growled, âLet daddy have it and make it his, huh? That okay by you, baby?â
It was.
More than okay, as confirmed by the orgasm that tore through your body moments later while your teeth sank into the flesh of Joelâs lower lip and your cunt clenched and soaked over him whole. Joel wedged his tongue in your mouth and fucked you through it. His broad and callused hands were like iron around your own, holding you tight and keeping you still amidst a maelstrom of pleasure that combed over your every last nerve.
He licked into your mouth. Licked over it. Took the sick and distinct pleasure of knowing no one but him got to see you like this, with your jaw hanging slack and your eyes rolling back and your whines repeating quietly, âDaddydaddypleasedaddyfuckohfuckdontstop.â
Maybe ruined wasnât such a bad thing to be at all.
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After Maxâs incredibly hot performance in Brazil today I am dying for a Max X Best friend smut. Where heâs been really mopey after quali about not winning any races and not having a sex. So, she jokes that if he wins the gp sheâll reward him. Just imagine the first thing he does when he gets out the car is kiss her and they celebrate the whole night đĽľ
mad max strikes back (mv1)
pairing: max verstappen x bff!reader
summary: max is furious after a terrible qualifying lashing out against the team. however, you propose an enticing deal for the desperately hungry lion...but only if he wins
warnings: friends to lovers and 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut ft. rough sex, public sex (or sex in a public location aka max's driver room), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), possessive!max, lowkey a breeding kink
wc: 4043
a/n: anon i love the way you think â¤ď¸ cause that was an absolute masterclass drive by max, truly indicative of his skill in being able to achieve his three (and hopefully very soon fourth) world championships -> so here's a long one to celebrate ;)
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max stormed into the red bull garage angrily muttering expletives, slamming down his helmet onto the table with a thud. qualifying could not have gotten any worse. not only had he gone out in q2 from a shitty red flag, he had a grid penalty and lando had also made his way to the top of the timesheet and had qualified first for the race later that day.
he was fucking pissed.Â
he felt a hand gripping his shoulder, and he whipped around angrily to yell at whoever it was to leave him the hell alone - he didnât need to hear the same words from gp or christian, let alone his father, who he knew had been even more angry about the flag. they were all just going to inadvertently rile him up more, something he didnât want on his mind when the rain would be pouring down like buckets only two hours later.
max softened only slightly when he saw it was you, but his scowl and deepening frown lines were still plastered on his face. "what do you want? i'm not in the mood right now." he growled out, but there wasn't much bite behind his words. his eyes, usually so energised and focused, appeared dull and distant to you, as if the weight of the potential consequences had drained all the energy from his body.
"max, it's okay. i'm here," you said softly, as you stepped closer to stand beside him. hand brushing against his arm, it sent a gentle spark through both of you as you gave max words of comfort and reassurance. your voice was calm and reassuring, a stark contrast to max's earlier tirade. as you spoke, you reached up to gently massage his neck and shoulders, feeling the tension seep out of his muscles under your touch.
the adrenaline of his anger dissipated as your hands touched the sensitive skin of his neck, max leaning into you and letting out a soft sigh as he closed his eyes. you were soothing the knots of frustration that had taken hold of his body. as you continued to knead his tense muscles, max's grip on the edge of the table loosened, and he slowly lowered himself into the chair behind him. his head fell back, exposing the long column of his throat, which you couldn't resist tracing with the tip of your finger. the delicate skin was flushed, likely hoarse from his angry shouts.
"you're always so good at making me relax," max murmured, still evidently mad about the result but slowly physically relaxing.
âdonât let rupert here you say that, heâll have my head for trying to steal his job,â you chuckled softly, watching max soften under your touch, âperhaps you should invest in a full time masseur if itâs this easy to get you to relax,â you smiled softly, patting his back as you kneeled down in front of him, meeting his lowered gaze.
max shook his head in mock amusement despite his foul mood. he reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your cheek. the gesture sent a flurry of butterflies through you, making your heart race. max's eyes glinted with an emotion you couldn't quite place - gratitude, affection, something more?
"thank you for being here for me," he said quietly, his voice rough with emotion. "i don't know what i'd do without you sometimes."
in a moment of vulnerability, max leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours. you could feel the heat radiating off his skin, smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the fabric of his racing suit. max's warm breath ghosted across your lips as he leaned in close, his eyes searching yours intensely. you felt like you were drowning in those piercing blue depths, every thought evaporating until all that remained was the thrumming pulse between your bodies.
you loved it.
"if you win today, i promise i'll give you a reward," you teased, pulling away reluctantly as you could hear the commentators announcing the time for the start of the race and the mechanics around you grew alive. max looked momentarily surprised before a slow grin spread across his face, transforming his features from brooding to boyish in an instant.
"oh? and what sort of reward did you have in mind?" he asked, arching an eyebrow suggestively. the atmosphere shifted, the air thickening with unspoken tension. you felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you averted your gaze, suddenly self-conscious under the intensity of his stare.
"well, uh, maybe we could celebrate properly afterwards?" you offered lamely, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt while you glanced down at maxâs racing shoes. he chuckled huskily, sending some familiar shivers down your spine.
"I think that can be arranged," he purred, leaning in close again, leaning in close enough for you to feel the heat of his body. his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, "and i've got a few ideas for how we could celebrate..."
eyes dark with desire, he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek.
"but first, iâm going to win,â
watching max throughout the beginning stages of the race was nothing short of a god-given miracle. your eyes were glued to the screen in the garage, watching as the lap count increased, he carved his way all the way from p17 through the rain soaked cars like it was nothing.
he drove like the world champion he was meant to be.
watching as the cars came into the pits for the red flag and with max slotted into p2 behind esteban, you couldnât help but feel an immense sense of pride for your best friend. he was proving everyone, including himself wrong, and setting himself up for a podium finish, you thought gleefully.Â
max had quickly gotten himself out of the car before pacing his way towards his father and helmut, where a rapid exchange of dutch and german was exchanged between them. although, you had not yet approached him from your stool in the garage, he smiled, knowing that you were still watching him.
you could see a hint of a smile on maxâs face as he discussed the tyres and track conditions with gp, before he swung around. max strode towards you with a newfound spring in his step, his earlier frustration seemingly forgotten in the thrill of the race. as he drew near, you could see the glimmer of excitement in his eyes, the flush of adrenaline colouring his cheeks. he stopped in front of you, hands on his hips as he caught his breath.
"did you see that?!" he exclaimed,"i mean, yeah, the conditions are crazy, but..." he shook his head in amazement. "i felt like i was flying out there. like the car is performing well, thereâs nice balanceâŚ."
max reached out to pull you into a tight hug, spinning you around briefly before setting you back on your feet. his arms lingered around your waist, holding you close.
âi really think i can win this now,â
âi know you can. go get them lion,â
as you watched max carve out the final corners of the final lap, the chequered flag starting to be raised gleefully in the background, you couldnât help but let out a broken sob in the garage, the mechanics around you roaring to life as he crossed the line in first.
your maxâŚcoming firstâŚfor the first time since spainâŚit was a dream come true.
standing shellshocked in the garage, you were only shoved out of your state, when gp grabbed your arm pulling you towards his screens, before putting a pair of headphones on your head.
heâs listening, he mouthed, before congratulating max on the radio. you could hear the raw joy in maxâs shout as he said his signature catchphrase, before gp gestured for you to say something.
âm-maxie, iâm s-so proud of you. youâve wo-worked so hard for thisâŚâ you managed to get out between tears, furiously trying to hide your tear-stricken face from the broadcast camera, which had panned towards the victorious red bull garage.Â
âthank you y/nâŚâ he grinned, hearing your voice on the radio only made the moment more special for him.
and for a moment, you both felt like you were on top of the world.
âi love you,â
the weight of his words hung heavy in the air between you, the confession echoing in your ears. max listened to you closely, gauging your reaction with bated breath. you felt your heart stutter in your chest, the overwhelming swell of emotion threatening to consume you entirely.
"i...i love you too, max," you whispered, barely audible over the cheers and celebrations erupting around you, "so fucking much."
watching max roll the rb20 into parc ferme - your eyes even more red than before, hair plastered against your sweaty face - you pressed yourself up against the barriers with the red bull mechanics and team members, helmut and christian nearby. the clamour in the crowd and in the people surrounding you reached a fever pitch as max raised his fists in the sky; savouring his victory for but a moment, before he ran towards the red bull crowd. he leaped into the waiting arms of his jubilant crew, who slapped his back, clapping and cheering, chanting his name.Â
as the team set him back down, max's eyes immediately sought you out in the crowd. pulling you through his celebrating crew, he wrapped you up in a crushing embrace, lifting you off your feet. you melted into his embrace, pouring every ounce of your joy, pride, and adoration into it.
"we did it! we actually fucking did it!" he yelled, his face split in a wide, ecstatic grin. setting you back down, he cupped your face in his gloved hands, thumbs brushing away the happy tears streaking your cheeks. max gazed at you with a look of pure adoration, his eyes shining with triumph and something deeper, more intimate. the roar of the crowd faded into the background as he leaned in and captured your lips in a searing kiss. the world seemed to tilt on its axis as you clung into him, the taste of his victory mingling with the salt of your tears. his gloves scraped gently against your cheeks as he held your face, angling your head to deepen the kiss.
the crowd's cheers grew distant, replaced by the pounding of your heart and the ragged sound of your breath. max's tongue swept across your lower lip, coaxing it open, and you surrendered willingly, parting your mouth to welcome him inside. his kiss was hungry, devouring; his primal elation coursing through his veins. you clung to him, fingers digging into the fabric of his racing suit as he ravaged your mouth, staking his claim. max's gloved hand slid down to cradle the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your sensitive skin as his tongue went deeper, exploring the warmth of your mouth.
just as the kiss threatened to spiral out of control, a throat cleared loudly beside you. you and max sprang apart guiltily, both flushed and breathing hard. christian and helmut stood there with amused expressions, clearly having witnessed the heated display.
just as the kiss threatened to spiral out of control, a throat cleared loudly beside you. you and max sprang apart guiltily, both flushed and breathing hard. christian and helmut stood there with amused expressions, clearly having witnessed the heated display.
"ah, max," christian began, struggling to keep a straight face. "while we're all very pleased about your win, perhaps save the celebratoryâŚactivitiesâŚfor later, hmm?"
helmut snorted. "yes, let's try to maintain a modicum of professionalism, shall we? there will be plenty of time for private celebrations after the press conference."
max cleared his throat awkwardly, glancing at you with a sheepish grin. "right, yes. sorry about that." he stepped back slightly, though his hand found yours and squeezed it reassuringly.
âiâll see you guys later at the podium,âÂ
later, as max ascended the podium to accept his winnerâs trophy, his gaze scanned the crowd until it landed on you once more. a broad, triumphant smile spread across his face and he blew you a playful kiss, winking at you as the cameras flashed. the crowd erupted in applause again, but max barely registered it, his focus solely on you.
you, his best friend (well hopefully not anymore if he had anything to do about it), was there exuberantly celebrating his first win in what felt like whatever. you had been there since the beginning, but this one felt all the more special
max pushed open the door to his cramped driver's room, a tired but satisfied smile on his face. the media duties had finally died down, leaving him free to celebrate with you in private. you were sitting on the edge of the narrow bed watching him with a smile as he kicked off his racing boots and crossed the room in a few long strides. before you could react, he scooped you up into his arms, pressing you back against the bed.
"thank you, thank you, thank you," he murmured, his voice low and husky with exhaustion. leaning down, he claimed your lips in a deep kiss, his hands roaming possessively over your body. he was fierce and demanding - max's lips moving hungrily against yours as if trying to drink in every ounce of your presence. his hands slid under your shirt, skimming over your sides and coming to rest on your stomach, fingertips dipping just beneath the waistband of your pants.
as he broke the kiss, panting softly, he gazed down at you making your heart race. "i want you," he breathed, his voice rough with longing. "right here, right now. reward your race winner.â your breath caught in your throat at the raw hunger in max's eyes. the air between you crackled as he loomed over you, his muscular frame casting a shadow on the small space. his hands continued their exploration, tugging at your shirt with impatient fingers.
you nodded eagerly, a shiver running down your spine at the promise. "yes, please," you whispered, reaching for the hem of his racing suit. "i need you too." with a growl of approval, max helped you strip off his gear, revealing the lean, powerful lines of his body. he shed his underwear next, kicking them aside carelessly as he climbed onto the bed, covering your body with his own.
your fingers tangled in max's short hair as he kissed you fiercely again, his tongue delving into your mouth to taste you fully. his weight pressed you into the thin mattress, the creak of metal drowned out by your moans.
max's hands mapped the curves of your body, calloused palms scraping deliciously against sensitive skin as he stripped away your remaining clothes except for your panties. cool air washed over your bare flesh, pebbling your nipples into tight buds. he groaned appreciatively at the sight of you, laid out like an offering beneath him.
"so beautiful," he rasped, ducking his head to put his tongue over one rosy peak. you arched into the touch, fingers tightening reflexively in his hair. he lavished attention on each breast in turn, teeth grazing lightly before soothing the sting with his lips and tongue. as max worshipped your breasts, his hands drifted lower, teasing along the curves of your hips and thighs. you squirmed restlessly, craving more of his touch. he chuckled darkly, a vibration that sent tingles through you.
"not so fast, love," he teased, trailing a fingertip down. before you could protest, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and slowly dragged them down your legs, kissing and nipping a path along the way. the fabric slipped past your ankles, pooling around your feet as he tossed it aside.
now completely bare before him, you felt exposed yet incredibly aroused, your body vibrating with anticipation. max's hungry gaze raked over your body, making you acutely aware of how wet you'd already grown. with a predatory gleam in his eye, max settled between your thighs, his hot breath fanning over your slick folds. you gasped, back arching off the bed as he leaned in to lap at your clit, his tongue bold and insistent.
"mmm, you taste even better than i imagined," he murmured against your sensitive flesh, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through you. his hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he lapped at your arousal, sucking and nibbling until you were writhing beneath him, desperate for more.
max's relentless tongue drove you wild, your climax building with terrifying speed. he seemed to sense your impending release, doubling his efforts to push you over the edge. you keened loudly, fingers threading through his hair as your orgasm crashed over you in waves of ecstasy.
just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, max pulled back, leaving you gasping and trembling. he rose up on his knees, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he reached his dick. "my turn now," he smirked, putting you on your hands and knees, your delectable ass facing him.
with a low growl, max positioned himself behind you, the thick head of his cock nudging insistently at your entrance. he took a moment to savour the feel of your warm, damp heat beckoning him, your muscles fluttering in anticipation.
max tapped the swollen head of his cock against your pussy, the broad tip parting your slick folds with each teasing press. "so ready for me, aren't you?" he purred, his voice dripping with lust. "your pussy is practically begging for my dick." he rubbed the underside of his shaft along your slit, coating himself in your juices before notching the tip inside you. the stretch was painful, but your inner walls clenching greedily around the intrusion.
with a slow, deliberate thrust, max sheathed himself to the hilt, a guttural moan escaping him as your velvety heat enveloped his throbbing length. he paused for a moment, before beginning to move, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in, setting a relentless pace that left you breathless and pleading for more. max set a brutal rhythm, pounding into you with abandon as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. each savage thrust hit deep, the force of his strokes rattling the tiny room.
"you're mine," he snarled, his breath hot against your ear. "every inch of this sweet cunt belongs to me." his words were punctuated by the lewd slap of flesh on flesh, the sound echoing off the metal walls. your cries of pleasure mingled with the symphony of grunts and slaps as max relentlessly claimed you, his powerful body driving into yours with unrelenting fervour. sweat dripped from his brow, stinging your skin where they touched, but only served to heighten the intensity.
as max's pace quickened, the bed creaked ominously beneath you, the metallic frame straining against the force of his thrusts. he pistoned into you with reckless abandon, his balls slapping against your clit with every savage stroke. the pressure built rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter within you, threatening to unleash a maelstrom of pleasure.
max suddenly withdrew from your spasming channel, leaving you empty and aching. before you could cry out and whine, he flipped you onto your back, pinning your wrists above your head with one large hand. his other grasped his rigid cock, stroking it slowly as he loomed over you, a predator poised to strike.
"look at you," he growled, his heated gaze raking over your flushed, panting form. "so desperate for my dick, your cunt still twitching." he tapped the engorged head at your entrance once more, teasing you mercilessly with shallow thrusts that barely penetrated you. "beg for it, little one. tell me how badly you need your best friend's cock inside you again."
max continued his maddening tease, the thick crown of his erection catching on your rim with every torturous glide. your hips bucked instinctively, but he maintained his infuriating control, denying you the fullness you craved. "please..." you whimpered, your voice ragged with need. "max, i need you... please fuck me!" tears of frustration pricked at the corners of your eyes as he kept you balanced on the knife's edge of desperation, your body wound tight.
with a cruel chuckle, max finally relented, burying himself to the hilt in one swift, powerful thrust. a choked cry tore from your throat as he stretched you wide, his girth filling you utterly."that's it, take it all," he grunted, starting to move, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each punishing stroke. "this is what you wanted, isn't it? to be split open on my fat cock, used like the needy slut you are."
max's filthy words only fueled your arousal as he ravaged you, his thick cock plundering your depths with ruthless efficiency. the room filled with the obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh and your wanton moans - a lewd symphony. his eyes darkened with possessive hunger as he drank in the sight of you splayed out beneath him, impaled on his throbbing cock. "fuck, look at you," he rasped, his voice rough with desire. "taking my dick so well, like you were made for it."
he punctuated his words with sharp, deep thrusts, grinding against your cervix with each snap of his hips. "this cunt is mine now, understand? no one else gets to have you like this, not ever again." his grip on your wrists tightened, the bite of his fingers a delicious counterpoint to the pleasure radiating from your core.
"i'm going to ruin you for anyone else," max promised darkly, his rhythm growing erratic as he chased his own release.
max's movements grew frantic, his pelvis slapping against yours with bruising force as he neared his peak. "that's it, take it all," he snarled, his voice strained with impending climax. "milk my cock like the greedy little cumslut you are." with a final, brutal thrust, max buried himself to the hilt, his thick shaft pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside you. rope after rope of hot seed painted your insides, marking you as his in the most primal way possible. through it all, he held your gaze captive, his eyes blazing with feral satisfaction as he claimed you utterly.
max collapsed beside you, both of you panting and sweat-slicked in the aftermath. for a long moment, neither of you spoke, simply basking in the glow of shared pleasure and the intimate connection forged between you.
finally, max rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to gaze down at you tenderly. he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch gentle in contrast to the roughness of your lovemaking. "i meant what i said, you know," he murmured softly, his eyes searching yours. "about wanting to be with you, really be with you. i don't just mean sexually, though god knows i want that too."
you met max's gaze, seeing the sincerity shining in his eyes. despite the lingering echoes of passion, there was a vulnerability there that stirred something deep within you. "i feel it too," you admitted quietly, reaching up to place your palm against his cheek. "the connection, the... everything. it scares me a little, to be honest."
max's expression softened, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a comforting gesture. "it should," he agreed gently. "love, real love, always does. but i promise, i'll be here for you, through all of it - the good, the bad, and everything in between." he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "we'll figure it out together, okay?"
âi love you max,â
max's heart skipped a beat at your confession again, "i love you too, darling," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he poured his feelings into a searing kiss.
in that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the depth of your affection. max's lips moved against yours with a tenderness that belied the raw passion of earlier, conveying the complexity of his emotions. as the kiss deepened, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go.
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cw. a lil age gap, but everyone is well over 18 (Gojo and Reader are ~40, Yuta is ~30)
Imagine the way ex-husband Gojo's eye twitches seeing how Yuta Okkotsu treats you.
You and Yuta had only seen each other in passing over the years. In fact, you never even officially met until he was several years out of school on the account of your innate technique causing Rika to go haywire. So while there was always a possibility of you seeing someone after the divorce, Satoru would never in his wildest dreams have guessed who it'd be. He'd heard through the grapevine that you only started seeing more of each other last year.
Satoru has to see you at the biweekly joint staff meetings between the Tokyo and Kyoto schools, made especially awkward after not one, but two (2) post-divorce make outs. The last time he kissed you while you were fighting, you shoved him away and booted him out of the house using your technique. Granted, you kissed him back, but you're not exactly on great terms right now.
So, it's bad enough that he has to see you as much as he does. Even worse is now that everything's out in the open, he has to watch you fawn over someone that's not him.
"You're so sweet!" you cry when Yuta surprises you during your lunch break with takeout from your favorite restaurant. "Thank you so much, but you really didn't have to do all this for me."
Yuta places a hand on the small of your back and guides you towards the door to the courtyard. Adjusting the picnic blanket slung over his shoulder, he asks, "Why not?"
"It's so much effort," you reply.
"For you? Nothing feels like much effort," Yuta says with a cheeky grin.
Satoru just catches a glimpse of you covering your face with your hand - as you always do when you blush - and then the two of you are out the door. It takes all his effort not to gag at how cheesy that was. Never mind how genuine Yuta looked about it.
Of course Satoru had taken you out for lunch while you were together. All kinds of lunches. Mom and pop shops, food stands, upscale restaurants, you'd done it all. Your new suitor wasn't doing anything for you that he hadn't done.
Suitor. What was this, the 1800's?
Suguru appears at his side while he stares after you.
"Was that Yuta?" he asks. "I'm impressed. He's supposed to be at a week-long training in Ibaraki."
Ibaraki? The prefecture that's over two hours away? He came all this way to have lunch with you?
Alright, Satoru never did that. Not that he wouldn't have! He totally would've if he'd, you know, thought of it.
Suguru seems oblivious to the emotional bomb he just dropped on his best friend. "I'm starving. Let's hurry up and go eat. I'm good with anything except KFC," he complains.
It takes a couple tries to get his attention, but Satoru eventually pulls himself out of his thoughts. He comforts himself with the notion that Yuta would be gone by the time he returned.
Imagine that while Yuta himself may be absent, his presence damn near haunts ex-husband Gojo to death.
You're already back in the meeting room by the time he and Suguru return from lunch, only you now have a full water bottle (he noticed you pout when you drank the last of it earlier), a sleeve of oreos sticking out of your bag, and a cute travel mug full of some hot drink that you definitely didn't have before.
If Satoru wasn't so preoccupied with insisting to himself that, 'I totally did things like that back in the day!' and provided his ex-wife wasn't the woman in question, he'd be thinking, 'Yuta Okkotsu, I was unfamiliar with your game.'
Even more frustrating is how energetic you look. You have your notes out and are nibbling on an oreo, kicking your feet back and forth as if there's not another two and a half hours left of this meeting.
It's not that Satoru doesn't want you to be happy. Quite the opposite, actually, since he'd gladly give his life if he thought he could guarantee your eternal joy and safety. He's just not sure what Yuta has that he didn't. Or doesn't.
"What does she see in him?" Satoru murmurs to himself later, when a bunch of the staff members go out for drinks. You're at the bar laughing with Yuki and Shoko.
He regrets speaking out loud when Sukuna snorts from behind him.
"How much time do we have?" your coworker says with amusement. He slides into the booth, nursing his sake bomb with ice. It's a travesty of a drink, if you ask Satoru, but to each his own.
"Great, it's my least favorite person," Satoru gripes.
Sukuna seems to take great pleasure in Satoru's misery. "I think Okkotsu's earned himself that title."
Now, Satoru hates the taste of alcohol nor is it ever a good idea for someone constantly using a cursed technique to get drunk, but he can't bring himself to care at the moment.
He snatches the drink from Sukuna's hand and downs the whole thing in one go.
Imagine how baffled ex-husband Gojo is when his son delivers a cursed artifact to him instead of you.
"Where's your mom?" he asks.
Sen hands over the small box covered in talismans while his best friend, Nao, lingers by the office door. Rolling his eyes, he says, "We had a mission in the area, so Sukuna-sensei had us deliver this."
"Not what I asked you, kid," Satoru replies, leaning back in his chair. He gestures for the boys to have a seat, but neither move.
Nao, who has a tendency to stir the pot if he thinks it'll be funny, pipes up, "She's on vacation for a week."
Since when did you take vacations? And why hadn't he heard of this?
"What's she doing for a whole week?" he asks.
Nao replies. "Okkotsu finished his training and whisked her away to some onsen in Obanazawa."
Sen smirks. "That snowy place that looks like it's from Spirited Away? How romantic."
"Super romantic." Stir, stir, stir, Nao Zen'in.
Sen was not a fan of anyone trying to get close to his mom. He'd seen how the divorce hurt you, but so far, Yuta worshipped the ground you walked on, so Sen was at least willing to not be too hostile towards him if it meant antagonizing his father.
Sen and his friend quickly say their goodbyes and head out to do whatever it is high school boys do. Once they're gone, Satoru pulls out his phone and searches 'onsen obanazawa.' The results show Ginzan Onsen, a place with traditional Japanese architecture with a beautiful snowy landscape. But according to the reviews, though a wonderful and charming place, it wasn't from the best onsen in Japan. He wants to scoff at the fact that his supposed 'replacement' chose anything but the best for you, but then he sees where Obanazawa is, which is in Yamagata prefecture.
Where you grew up. Where you and Satoru met.
How had it never occurred to him to bring you back there?
When he mopes on Suguru's couch later that evening, he tells his best friend the whole story. Suguru's delicate features are twisted into a grimace the whole way through.
"Why are you making such an ugly face?" Satoru asks miserably.
"I've never been ugly a moment of my life, Satoru."
"You know what I mean."
Suguru sighs and clicks his tongue. "They're not official?"
"So she keeps saying."
Though reluctant to kick his friend while he's down, Suguru decides that Satoru needs to know so he can mentally prepare himself.
"He's taking her on a romantic trip to a beautiful resort in her home prefecture. They may not be official now, but after a trip like that, there's no way she's coming back without a label. Hell, if they were official, she'd most likely be coming back with a ring."
Hearing that, Satoru contemplates finding a nice spot in the cursed artifact archive and falling into a coma for at least the next thousand years.
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đđđ đđđđđ & đđđ đđđđ. (final part to đđđ đđđ & đđđ đđđđđđ.)
in the painful memory of what once was, sylus learns that love can't be bound where it was never meant to stay.
âą pairings. sylus, fem!reader
âą genre. angst, smut, boss/assistant, 18+
âą tags. sylus's pov, reader is not l&ds!mc, sylus might be ooc, main story spoilers, razor's dance spoilers, nightplumes spoilers, lots of timeskip, fast-paced, unrequited love, profanity, petnames (kitten, sweetie), espionage, jealousy, brief smut, mentions of pregnancy/impregnation kink, mentions of accidents, suicide attempt, injuries, blood, usage of guns, usage of knife, killings, death, my own theories incorporated into the lore, sylus groveling bcos yall want him to
âą notes. 9.5k wc. l&ds!mc is referred to here as 'diana'. THIS IS A REPOST of the original post i accidentally deleted. i already posted this several hours ago, so if youâre seeing this new one again, blame my dumbass 𤧠oh well life is life.
Sylus had a part of him that wished things could be different.Â
Ever since he turned away and left you that night at the alleyway, he didnât really realize the chain of events his decision would set into motion. He simply underestimated how strongly your threats were backed by the grudge you had on him for bringing the hunter girl from Linkon into his base.
After all, you were just an assistant of his. And her, she was everything to him. It wasnât just about the Aether Core, tooâtheir bond stretched back into his distant past, into another planet where two of them ruled before the inhabitants of Philos came to ruin everything. Him and Diana had a connection he couldnât sever no matter how much you had come to mean to him. And he spent years, centuries even, just to search for her.Â
So, how could a mere assistant he had known for less than a decade have such entitlement to her role in his life?Â
Eventually, days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. With your prolonged absence from the Onychinus base, Sylusâs business transactions and illicit deals had become increasingly unruly. He had grown too dependent on you as his right-hand woman, relying on your meticulous management to ensure all his illegal activities ran smoothly. Yet now, without your oversight, things were falling apart.
And while he was contemplating how to fill the void your absence had created, the office door slammed open. A subordinate soon rushed in, breathless and wide-eyed. âBoss, sheâs betrayed us!â Luke exclaimed. âSheâs gone to the Hunterâs Association. We got word that she was a high-ranking intelligence agent there!â
âA.K.A a spy!â yelled the other twin, Kieran, who looked equally hurt at your betrayal. âShe fooled all of us. And here, we treated her like family.âÂ
That was how Sylus learned that you had left the N109 Zone, seeking refuge in Linkon City, and had exposed critical intel on Onychinus. At the time, rage naturally exploded within him. Didnât he take good care of you while you were here? He had given you everything, trusted you, and you had thrown it all away. Four years of falling into his trap. Four years of being his partner in crime, his right-hand woman, his lover. People even saw you as the modern day Bonnie & Clyde. Sylus couldnât understand the root of your betrayal, couldnât imagine how letting you slip away from his grasp would cost him so much in return.
When you vowed to do everything in your power to kill Diana, was this just a part of your grand scheme? What other machinations were you orchestrating in your pursuit of revenge?
âSheâs a wild animal on loose.â Sylus looked up at the twins, maintaining a calm yet ruthless mien as he sat on the couch. He might be idly tossing a coin like he didnât care, but inside his brain was chaos ensuing. âWhereâs she now? Any news?â
It was Luke who shrugged in response. âShe hasnât been seen anywhere, boss-man.â
âWe suspect the Association is hiding her,â Kieran added.Â
The hunter girl, Dianaâthe very girl you were jealous of, was sitting next to Sylus throughout the conversation. Their hands were connected by a strong energy linkage that was seemingly ignited by the Aether Cores in their bodies. They couldnât separate themselves even if they wanted to. And God forbid you would have lost your mind tenfold had you seen their situation right now.Â
âThat g-girl,â gasped the hunter girl, eyes wide in bewilderment at what she was hearing. âSylus, your assistant. She did all that? She was a spy from the Hunterâs Association?âÂ
Luke tilted her head at the girl, his beaked mask mocking her. âOh, miss hunter! Havenât you heard about the HIS? You should know them better than us.âÂ
âWell.. what is the HIS?âÂ
âHunter Intelligence Services.â Sylus was the one who answered, releasing a deep sigh while rubbing his temples. âTheyâre top secret. Regular hunters wouldnât have known about them, because they only deal with people like me.âÂ
Diana looked between him and the twins, rubbing her wrist before moving closer to the boss of Onychinus. Her close proximity allowed him to smell her familiar sweet scent. âIs she⌠after me? But I donât understand. If sheâs part of the Hunterâs Association too, then shouldnât we be colleagues?â
Kieran cleared his throat. âEver since you cameââ
âPlace a bounty on her head,â Sylus interrupted the twins, and also ignored the question of the girl next to him. She didnât need to learn the history behind you and him, or why you chose to target her. âMake sure to bring Y/N back to me. Alive.âÂ
âRoger that, boss!âÂ
It was his last desperate attempt to draw you back to him. Now that you had the Hunterâs Association protecting you, Sylus knew that locating you wouldnât be as simple. Otherwise, he would have easily captured Diana long ago. He convinced himself that the bounty was to punish you, but deep down, he knew it was because he couldnât bear to lose you to his enemies completely.
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It took you a year to return to the N109 Zone.
Did you forget he had eyes and ears everywhere? He was the boss of that infamous No-Hunt Zone. Even if you leaked intel about his residences and the Onychinus base to the Hunterâs Association, Sylus still had a few tricks up his sleeve. He had hideouts in places that even you werenât aware of, and the residents of the N109 Zone were loyal to him. Too loyal that they wouldnât give any information to anyone no matter the consequences.Â
And how foolish were you to forget about Mephistoâs existence?
âCaw! Caw!â
The mechanical crowâs eyes glowed with the same red hue as Sylusâs as it landed on his arm, projecting visions of you entering the underground fight club disguised in an Onychinus uniform. It was almost farcical that you thought you could infiltrate a place Sylus frequented unnoticed.
But then, the vision shifted to you speeding on a motorcycle with a truck in hot pursuit. Sylus quickly recognized the truckâs decalsâit was the hitman he often employed for dealing with his enemies, now terrorizing you in a high-speed chase. Without hesitation, Sylus grabbed his leather jacket and mounted his own bike, racing to your location in sixth gear.
He arrived just a minute too late. And what was meant to be a dramatic reunion turned into a scene of you lying unconscious and injured on the road, while the hitman grinned nearby with an expression of triumph. If it hadnât been for your helmet, Sylus would have been met with the gruesome sight of your shattered skull.
âMr. Sylus!â the hitman exclaimed, jumping out of his truck with arms outstretched in petty victory. âCan I get the $500,000,000 in cash?â
As Sylusâs gaze fell on your unconscious, injured body sprawled on the ground, a surge of anguish overwhelmed him in ways he couldnât understand. But it was quickly replaced by seething rageârage that made him summon his black-red mist, enveloping the hitman in its dark tendrils.
âI said not to harm her,â Sylus growled, his red eye glowing ominously against the desolate highway backdrop. âYou failed your task.â
âP-Please, Mr. Sylus! I thought youââ
Without another word, Sylus scooped you up in his arms while his mist dealt with the hitman behind him. The hitmanâs desperate cries were soon drowned out by the expanding tendrils, which tightened around him until he was engulfed. Then, in a violent burst, the mist exploded, reducing the hitman and everything around him to dust.
Sylus brought you to his underground hideout immediately after. And an unfamiliarâor perhaps strangeâpang tugged at his heart as he gently laid you in bed, his gaze lingering on the road rash you obtained from the crash. The injuries were severe, with patches of skin nearly stripped away in the most brutal fashion he could think of. He could only imagine the burning pain you had to endure as soon as you skidded along the gravel, and Sylus felt his own frustrations knocking at the door knowing that he didnât have the power to extend his fast-healing abilities to you.
âTch. My kittenâs reckless as always, riding without the proper gear,â Sylus grumbled, looking at your unconscious body. âYouâve never been one to follow the rules, have you?â
To make up for his inability to save you on time, he applied a potent medicinal ointment all over your body and placed you in an anesthetized state while you healed. His mist enveloped you like a protective shroud the entire time you laid in bed unconscious. Every single day, Sylus tended to your wounds, changing your clothes and bandages, and applying the ointments over your bare body. He even took special care to ensure the twins did not enter your room without his permission.Â
Despite the care he showed, a persistent question echoed in his mind: Why am I doing this for you? You were his enemy, a traitor, and a woman who had betrayed him. It didnât make sense.Â
That afternoon, feeling suffocated from this internal conflict, Sylus decided to leave you in the care of Luke and Kieran while he went to Linkon. He knew he needed space to grapple with the feelings that were driving him to care for you in the first place.
He needed to see the real woman he should be caring for.Â
Because you had not only exposed intel on Sylus and Onychinus to the Hunterâs Association, you also asked for them to isolate Diana so she would have no way to see or contact him. Who knew that mere feelings of jealousy would spark you to do such trivial things?Â
Frankly, you were insane. You were dark and twisted like him.Â
But in a way, it only underscored how similarly deranged the two of you were. Perhaps, in your madness, there was a strange compatibilityâone that Sylus found unsettlingly fitting. The suggestion of you two being more a suitable pair than he and Diana gave him an unease that he couldnât simply shake away.Â
It should be her. Her. Just her and her alone. He dedicated his whole life into finding her, yet you came into his life to ruin the foundations he had built to meet the person he was supposedly destined for. He had repeated it over and over in his mind like a broken recordâthe voices in his head telling him to let you go, to hurt you, to make you suffer.Â
However, as he stood across the pedestrian crossing, watching Diana from afar, a realization hit him like a cold gust of wind. There she was, oblivious to his presence on the other side, but the spark that once ignited in his heart whenever he saw her was gone. Now, his pulse remained steady and his heart stayed still.
With a wary glance around, mindful of any watchful eyes, he decided to pick up his phone and ring hers. It was a good thing he was able to seamlessly blend into the crowd, with his practiced nonchalance making him invisible among the throng of people. After all, he was Sylus Qin, the mastermind of Onychinusâdisguise was second nature to him.
âSylus?â Her voice came through the line, tentative and filled with a mix of emotions as she scanned the faces on the other side of the crossing.
âAccording to the conditions set by the Hunterâs Association, we shouldnât be meeting again.â His voice was steady, almost detached, as he kept the phone pressed to his ear. âOr if not, you will be marked as a Tenebra.âÂ
Her eyes eventually found him amidst the walking crowd, keeping an expression on her face that showed both longing and forlornness. âNot the first time someone has been marked a Tenebra because of you,â she managed to slip in a snarky remark in her worried expression. âAre you hurt? Did they hurt you?âÂ
âAre you worried about me?â he nonchalantly asked, watching as she stepped off the curb when the light turned green. Each step was a step closer to him, but nothing changed the pace of his own heartbeat like it should have. Nothing stirred within him as it once did.
âYou have the audacity to use a phone when youâre right in front of me,â she snapped, frustration flaring as she yanked the phone from his grasp. Without hesitation, she grabbed his arm, dragging him along with her to escape the dangers of being seen in public. They ended up in an alleyway, a place hidden from prying eyes, an irony that made Sylus chuckle under his breath. The alleyway. Why has that become such a memorable place to him? âSylus, whatâs so funny? I was so scared something happened to you! You couldnât even call me back or text me the past few days?â
He remained expressionless as he observed her outburst. Strange. In her frantic worry, she reminded him of you, and it was a discomfiting parallel that sent chills down his spine. âI said Iâd need to disappear from your life completely, so I have to tie up loose ends,â he began, each word seemingly a dagger to her heart. âWe havenât been able to resonate either way, sweetie. Thereâs no reason for us to keep meeting.âÂ
âNo!â she adamantly denied the thought, pulling him into an embrace. âNo, youâre not allowed to disappear just like that! We need to find a way to getââ
âItâs a dangerous gamble to be caught in my world,â he said in a low voice.Â
But she was stubborn. âIâm already caught in it! So, please, Sylus, take me with you. Take me to the N109 Zone or wherever youâre hiding. I want to be where you are.â And in spite, she uttered words that made Sylus think twice about his perception of you. âItâs her fault that this is all happening. Sheâs a traitor to you and to the Association. Her loyalty isnât with anyone but herself, Sylus. Sheâs the one who needs to disappear!â
~~
Back at his hideout, Sylus was careful to ensure that Diana remained oblivious to your presence in another room. He was already grappling with how to manage the situationâtorn between the woman he loved and the woman he had wronged who, ironically, were both now under the same roof. The thought of you two crossing paths was a nightmare he didnât want to deal with, so he gave strict orders to the twins, notorious for their loose lips and loud mouths, to keep Diana far from you.
Because when Sylus returned to your room, he knew you were awake. The dark classical music playing from the vinyl record had likely stirred you from unconsciousness. It had been nearly a week since the crash, but thanks to his meticulous care, your wounds had mostly healed, leaving only faint scars behind.
âYou canât hide from me forever.â Sylus hovered over you to whisper into your ear, summoning his protective black-red mist to slowly release you. âWake up, kitten. We have unfinished business.âÂ
When you finally opened your eyes after what felt like an eternity, Sylus told himself it was natural to feel relieved, that it was only right for his heart to soften at the sight of you returning to consciousness. But as you awoke, the voices in his headâthe damned, relentless voicesâgrew louder, mocking him, provoking him, and luring him into darker thoughts. His right eye began to glow like a flickering candle, and when he saw the fear on your face, the words that followed werenât his own. They were driven by the unforgiving side of him he couldnât control, a side that thrived on your terror. The beast that couldnât be tamed.Â
Sheâs a traitor.
Punish her.Â
Hurt her.Â
Devour her.Â
While in a heated, dramatic exchange with you, Sylus was spewing words he didnât mean. He was doing actions without regard. He was mocking your pain. Your jealousy. Your heartbreak. The drive to hurt you was strong in his head, but he fought desperately against it. The demon inside him that tried to consume his every thought. He tried to battle his own self just to protect you.Â
âI betrayed you because of her!âÂ
His laughter died down, but the amusement in his eyes only deepened, replaced by the wicked smile on his face that enjoyed seeing you suffer. âItâs always been about her, hasnât it? You see me with her, and you canât stand it. It eats at you, makes you act out.â
You tried to move away, but Sylus pressed his foot firmly on your wrist. She betrayed you, Sylus. Punish her.Â
âIâve seen your struggle,â he continued, his voice soft but laced with corrupt satisfaction. âThe way you watched me with her, the way it gnaws at you. Itâs almost poetic, really.â
It wasnât until you reached for the gun on his nightstand, pointing it at yourself, that Sylus snapped out of his dark trance. The horror in his eyes was a stark contrast to the sorrowful shine in yours as you stood there, sobbing in front of him. Each word you spoke was tailed with the pain of a heart shattered by everything he had done and said.Â
â...All I wanted was your love,â you choked out with tears cascading down your face, âI j-just wanted you to love me. I turned my back on the H.A. for you. I left all my friends and family for you.â Your breathing was still for a moment, but your heart had already been blown into smithereens. âAll I had was you. I loved you. I devoted all my body and soul into loving you, Sylus. Why c-canât I have even a little bit in return?â
Even as his gaze softened and a flicker of regret passed across his face, you had already made your decision when your finger tightened on the trigger. The recoil jolted your wrist, but before the bullet could find its mark, Sylusâs hand shot out and expertly deflected your aim. Instead of ending your life, the bullet shattered a window, ricocheting off the glass and disappearing into the night.
âAre you out of your mind?!â Sylus roared, his voice a thunderous mix of fury and disbelief.
You were barely responding to him as he cupped your cheeks and forced your lachrymose eyes to lock into his crimson ones. It was as though you had already resigned yourself to reality, that ending your own life would have been a better option than being with the man you hopelessly loved.Â
âY/N,â Sylus tried to shake you awake, desperate for you to look into his eyes. âY/N! Enough. Letâs end this game.âÂ
â...I was never playing one with you.â
Sylus was overwhelmed by a profound, indescribable pain that pierced his chest. It was a pain that mirrored yours but was infinitely more intense. âI warned you many times before to never fall in love with me,â he said in a low, softened voice, âItâs for the best, and itâs what will keep you safe. Why donât you listen?â He longed to pull you into his arms, but the crushing reality was that he only now realized how deeply he cared for you. It was devastating that his awakening had come at the cost of your near-suicide, forced by a love he was unable to return.
Was it truly too late for him to come to terms with his feelings for you? Was it too late to accept that he had fallen in love with you rather than the woman he believed he was meant to be with?
His answer came in the form of a gut-wrenching realization. It manifested in the frantic voice of Dianaâthe woman he believed he loved, piercing through the haze of his thoughts by yelling, âSylus, step back!â
âNo!â he shouted, his black-red mist swirling to intercept the bullet.
But his efforts came too late. The bullet had already been set in motion, and it tore through the side of your head.Â
It penetrated your skull with a cruel precision, not just once but twice. And the warmth of your blood seeped through his fingers as he caught your head before you fell onto the floor.Â
Sylusâs mind raced with the enormity of what had just happened. His face grew ashen as he looked at your bloodied head and lifeless eyes, a wave of acid welling up his chest until he couldnât breath. But the reason for his suffocation was because of his own guilt and grief. It was at the force of a sledgehammer when he was hit with the admission that he had always been in love with you. All along, despite your tangled mess, it was you who had captured his heart in this world.
His chest tightened, his breaths coming in ragged, broken bursts, while he held you close in his arms. And your last three words, your very last words of âI⌠love⌠youâŚâ as you stared despairingly at him was icing on this bitter cake.Â
No⌠no!Â
He couldnât fucking accept it. He was losing his mind, he was going insane. He was plunging into madness. Utter hysteria. âY/N, please,â he begged, his voice breaking as your eyes, once full of life and light, were now glazed over with the sheen of death. âDonât leave. No, I canât let this happen!â For the first time in a long time, he once again felt hot tears leaving his eyes. It was an emotion so rare it only ever showed toward the people he deeply cared about. âI love you too,â he struggled to say. âIâm so sorry. I didnât mean what I said back there.â
Sylus held you close, disregarding the blood staining his clothes while he was consumed by agony and regret. He had driven you to this, pushed you away, and then drawn you back into his orbit only to lose you forever.Â
Though he may have conquered your heart, in doing so, he had only destroyed the both of you. The memory of your love and the warmth of your touch would haunt him for the rest of his days. And as he held your lifeless body, he knew that he would never be whole again.
But it shouldnât be too late. No, it shouldnât! He didnât know if it was the hysteria or adrenaline kicking into him, but he had thought of an ideaâno matter how immoralâthat would return you back to him. He just couldnât weigh which strong emotion he had to deal with first; should he grab the gun and shoot Diana out of anger? Or should he ignore her presence entirely and just focus on you?
Sylus chose to proceed with the latter as he carried you through the corridors of the base, his steps heavy with guilt and his shirt drenched in blood as you remained unconscious in his arms. The hunter girl had followed him in his spiritless steps, her eyes wide with confusion over his anguish.
âSylus, why are you doing this?!â she demanded, grabbing his arm to halt his progress. âShe wouldâve killed you. That girlâs a traitor!â
Although he stopped in his tracks, he couldnât really return her gaze. His eyes could only look at your lifeless ones. âThat girl you shot in the head,â he spoke low and in despair, âis my woman.âÂ
Diana was horrified. âBut⌠but you never saidââ Before she could finish, the twins intervened, holding her back from pursuing Sylus further. âWhat about me?â
He had already turned away. âIâll fulfill my promise to protect you from afar, but this is where our paths part. Do not come near me again.â
~~
Sylus stood over your unconscious body, his eyes bloodshot and tears-streaked, while his heart pounded with a mix of grief and desperation. He had summoned Philip and the finest surgeons he knew to his hideout, where you lay in a medical bed, exposed and vulnerable, as if you were a subject in a desperate experiment.
Philip arrived with a grim expression, his eyes scanning the scene with both skepticism and professional detachment. Sylus could barely contain his desperation as he demanded, âDo everything you can to save her. Even if it means infusing a high-grade protocore in her brain.â After all, he had plenty of that. Sylus had all the resources, protocores of the highest grade, each with their own purpose and capabilities.
Yet Philip hesitated, his face contorting with concern. âMr. Sylus, you know I canât do this. Sheâs gone. The best thing to do is acceptââ
That was when Sylusâs composure cracked. He kicked the nearby chair out of rage, tears streaming down his face as he begged, âYouâve done it before. Do it again! Please, I need her to live!â
The sight of Sylus, usually so imposing and dominant, breaking down in front of him was shocking. Philip felt a pang of sympathy toward the Onychinus boss who was willing to do everything for a woman who was already dead. His hands trembled as he spoke, âI-I can try. But Iâm warning you, Mr. Sylus⌠even if she survives this, thereâs zero chance her memories will be the same. They may even become altered, and it will be out of our control.â
Sylusâs gaze never left you. âI donât mind. Just do it.â
~~
Weeks later, Sylus found himself in a secluded alleyway, meeting with a deepspace hunter who was also an enemy of his from another planet. Of course, the atmosphere was tense as both men stood in front of each other, eye-to-eye, carrying a defensive stance from one another.Â
They were never friends. But that day, they werenât enemies either.Â
âHowâs she?â Xavier broke the silence first.Â
Sylus answered with a low voice. âShe hasnât woken up, but sheâs stable.â
âWhyâd you ask to meet?â
âI want you to look after her,â the Onychinus leader began, his voice steady but carrying an undertone of desperation, âSpeak to the Association about taking Y/N back and forgiving her for her betrayal. In return, Iâll step away from Dianaâs life. Sheâs all yours. I just want Y/N to return to her normal life.â
Xavierâs expression was serious. âYouâre forgetting you still have a bounty on your head.â
âAnd youâre forgetting you and your backtrackers destroyed the planet where I was living,â he replied in equal disdain, but only enough to trap Xavier into a wall of guilt and obligation.
âIâll see what I can do,â said Lumiereâor, in his current form, the deepspace hunter, Xavier. âThe HIS will be easy to convince. But what if she wakes up and wants to go back to the N109 Zone?â
Sylus felt a tug of deep sadness pulling at his heart. âShe wonât. Her memories of me are gone for good.âÂ
~~
If this was his karma for hurting you, then it was definitely the worst kind.Â
Sylus maintained a distant watch over you after you returned to Linkon, observing from afar as you rejoined your life with the support of the Hunterâs Association and former colleagues. Each day, he sent Mephisto to monitor your whereabouts, carefully tracking your interactions and daily activities. The mechanical crow often returned with glimpses of your life, which Sylus scrutinized with intense focus as if he were watching a movie. Each glimpse offered him a sense of relief, happiness even, at knowing how easy you were settling back into your old life.Â
You had been officially dismissed from the Hunterâs Association due to a medical condition that rendered you unfit for duty, but they continued to cover your pension and provided free lodgingâlikely thanks to Xavierâs persuasive influence over the Association. The official story was that you had been sent on a dangerous mission where a Wanderer had placed you in a life-threatening predicament. The narrative praised your honor and dedication to the end. There was no mention of Sylus, Onychinus, or the N109 Zone. No hint of the life you had once led or the truth behind your memory erasure.Â
Yet, in a bitter twist of irony, perhaps the story you were told may not actually be farther from the truth.
After all, Sylus was the dangerous monster that sent you to that life-and-death situation.
But at least now, you were well cared for. So much so that Sylus fought to contain his jealousy whenever Mephistoâs eyes relayed visions of you sharing lunch with a physician named Dr. Zayne. He struggled to mask his irritation as he saw the man drape an arm around your shoulders while guiding you out of the hospital or wrapping a scarf around your neck to keep you warm. He would often even drive you home and send you gifts that were masked as tokens of ârecovery.â
Bullshit.
Sylus clenched his fist, his thoughts of jealousy consuming him. My girl, he thought in despair, my beautiful girl is cherished by other men, while he remained imprisoned in the desolate shadows of the N109 Zone, longing for you.
Eventually, Sylus felt an overwhelming urge to see you in person. After discovering that you had taken a job at a cafĂŠ in Bloomshore District, he convinced himself that observing you from a distance wouldnât cause harm. He just wanted to be near you, to ensure your safety, and to protect you from any potential threats.
As he sat on a nearby bench, Luke joined him with a comment. âBoss, you said we needed to disappear from her life.â
Kieran, taking a seat on Sylusâs other side, added, âDo you think sheâd recognize us if we walked into that cafĂŠ? If she doesnât, Iâll give her a hard time with my orders âtil she remembers us!â
âHa ha! Letâs do that!âÂ
âBoss, letâs go!âÂ
âLeave her be.â Sylus took a deep breath, adjusting his sunglasses and setting aside his newspaperâpart of his disguiseâas he watched you through the cafĂŠ window. He noticed the subtle traces of familiarity in your actions, but the connections that once bound you were now distant memories. â...Iâm just here to make sure no oneâs bothering her.â
The truth was, he wrestled with his emotions each time he visited the cafĂŠ you were working at. He wanted to approach you, to speak to you, but he hesitated each time because of the fear of rejection and the pain of seeing you not remember him holding him back. There were so many what-ifs in his head that it drove him insane to think about.Â
Because if anything, what if you were already seeing someone else? What if you were already in a relationship with that scumbag doctor from the Akso Hospital?Â
It was petty jealousy that drove Sylus into stepping into the cafĂŠ. And the first time your eyes met since you resurrected, his heart initially froze, then raced uncontrollably. His heart swelled with hope as you looked up at him, but it was quickly replaced by the lack of recognition in your eyes the moment you spoke from the counter.Â
âHi. What can I get you?â you asked, treating him no differently than any other customer.Â
Sylus was caught off-guard, but he knew he had to play the part. âI, uh, Iâll get an Americano. Large.âÂ
âAlright, sir. And your name, please?â you asked, following your routine without any real interest in the man before you.Â
But in a way, this was a relief for Sylus. It confirmed that the protocore embedded in your head was functioning as intended, and that any dark memories from the past had been completely erased, even if it meant he was no longer part of your life.Â
âSkye,â he said with a soft smile. âThatâs my name.â
~~
There wasnât a single day Sylus missed visiting the cafĂŠ.Â
At first, he worried that his constant presence might seem odd, or that you might think of him as a stalker. But as the days passed, seeing you became an essential part of his routine. A day without catching a glimpse of you felt incomplete, almost maddening. Seeing you was like a drug he couldnât get enough of.
Initially, you found his regular visits a bit strange, but gradually, the small interactions between you two evolved. Sylus began to appear at the cafĂŠ just when you needed him mostâwhether it was fixing a broken coffee machine, addressing rude customers, or simply offering a helping hand. These acts of kindness somehow transformed your view of him. What started as a customer-service relationship slowly became more personable, and in recent days, you often greeted him warmly and smiled whenever he walked in. If only you knew how badly it warmed his heart that he got to do things for you without making him feel like he was intruding in your life.
And to be honest, Sylus even felt like he might beâas Luke termed itâfoolishly âcrushingâ on you.Â
âWho knew our boss-man could be a hopeless romantic~?â
There was a time when he visited the cafĂŠ, only to find out from your manager that you called in sick from work. Sylus knew where you lived, but going to your place uninvited was a different story. He had to put some boundaries no matter how worried he was for you. But that was when Mephisto became useful; the mechanical crow would simply fly off to your place and observe you from outside. Then, an idea to drop a box of medicines and chocolates at your balcony was something he had thought of at the last minute.Â
Back in the N109 Zone, Sylus anxiously looked at his crow. âAre you sure she didnât see you?âÂ
âCaw! Caw!âÂ
âDid she eat the chocolates?â he asked, exhaling a deep breath he didnât think he was holding.
âCaw! Caw! Caaaw!â Mephisto responded, fluttering its wings as if to reassure him.
~~
And then, that day happened.Â
The day Sylus finally gathered the courage to ask you out, fate had other plans. And what began as a simple gesture to offer you a ride home during a stormy night quickly escalated into something far more intense.
Because one moment, he was offering you a ride. The next, he found himself in your bed, having the most passionate sex he had ever had with someone. He wasnât even sure if he could call it that, because it felt more like he was making love to you, even if to you, he was probably just an attractive guy you unexpectedly hooked up with.Â
So, he had to make himself known. He had to hear his real name leaving your lips. âSylus,â he breathed into your ear, hands tracing your curves, âCall me Sylus, kitten.âÂ
That night, he was an insatiable man who could only be satisfied by his woman.Â
When he was buried far too deep inside you, he enjoyed the sight of ecstasy on your face and lavished at the sounds of your titillating moans with his every thrust. Not only did he miss the feeling of your walls tightening around his shaft, he also remembered how badly you used to want him to cum inside you.Â
And so, he did just that. At his climax, he released hot spurts of seed into your womb, fulfilling a wish from the past that he used to deprive you of.Â
But as the night progressed and the heat of the moment faded, the conversation shifted to a more profound and emotional terrain. Sylus wrestled with the urge to reveal the truth about his true identityâevery painful detail and the secrets he kept from you. Yet, he knew that doing so would only complicate matters further and risk causing you more pain. The idea of hurting you again, after such a meaningful connection, was unbearable to him, especially now that you were still fragile as glass, ready to shatter at any moment.Â
âWhy do I get the feeling that I was the one who experienced a one-sided love before?âÂ
âNo, you were loved. You were very loved. There was no one else,â he pressed, forcing you to believe the narrative with his rueful eyes staring back at you. âI was the one who wasnât worthy of you⌠But Iâd like to try and win your heart again this time. If you allow it.âÂ
âSylus⌠I donât know what to say. Iâm sorry for not recognizing you before. I just⌠I lost a chunk of my memories, and I donât know if itâs been altered or what, butâŚâ He caressed your back as you took a deep breath. âIâll try to remember, okay?â
âPlease donât.â He shook his head, crestfallen as he thought of the past that was rightfully erased. âAnd thereâs no need for apologies, sweetie. There wasnât anything you did wrong.âÂ
~~
Your relationship with Sylus remained unclear since that night. And it seemed as though the roles had reversedânow he was the one left wondering where he stood in your life. Because on the surface, it did seem like you were willing to work on building a relationship with him again, but every encounter you two had were always physical rather than emotional.Â
Sylus found himself at your apartment frequently, three or more times a week, engaging in intense, passionate encounters. He had lost track of how many times you two could do it in a single night, exploring every possible position, in every corner of your home. He had tried his hardest to make you feel like he was the only man who was more familiar with every inch of your body than anyone else. Yet, despite the physical closeness, he sensed that the emotional barriers between you remained intact.
No matter how deeply intertwined your bodies became, the walls around your heart remained firmly in place, and Sylus knew that there was a part of you he still couldnât reach.
That, and the fact that he was still seeing you interact a little too closely with that doctor from Akso.Â
It somehow didnât surprise you when Sylusâs car showed up outside the hospital to pick you up, and you got on with a guarded look.Â
âHowâs it for my kitten today?â Sylus asked as he secured your seatbelt, his lips brushing against yours in a quick peck. âYou didnât mention youâd be at the hospital.â
You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. âOh, I just... didnât think I needed to inform you of my whereabouts.â
Dammit. He knew you werenât officially together, but it hurt more than he cared to admit. And it didnât help that Sylusâs pride couldnât naturally take it, so he probed more. âThat doctor. Heâs not your neurologist, is he? It seems a little inappropriate for him to always be around you like that.â
âWell, Iâve known Zayne for a long time,â you merely replied, eyes focused on the view outside rather than the driver of the car. âIâd also appreciate it if you'd be less territorial over me, Sylus. I know you said we have a history together, but I donât remember a thing, so⌠I hope you wonât rush me.âÂ
The Sylus you knew back then would have been enraged. Who were you to order him around? Who were you to tell him what he should and shouldnât do over someone he rightfully owned? But he was a changed man now, and it was all because of you. You were the beauty that tamed him into a powerless beast.
âI understand,â Sylus replied, swallowing his pride as his hands tightened around the steering wheel, focusing on the road ahead. âI apologize.â
He heard you sigh beside him, and a part of him wondered if it was out of sympathy. But before he could dwell on it, you spoke up, your tone more serious. âI was at the hospital today because I had a pregnancy scare.â
Sylus hit the brakes at the red light a bit too abruptly, his heart racing in excitement. âAre you?â
âNo, thank God,â you breathed out in relief. âBut... can you please stop doing it inside? I really donât like it. Itâs not smart for me to get pregnant by a man I barely know.â
His chest tightened in a way he couldnât describe. The old you nearly begged him for a baby so he could be yours forever, but he was aware that this version of you right now was not the same. It never would be, and that was the price he had to pay for love.Â
âI wonât do it again.â Once again, swallowing his pride. âIâm sorry.âÂ
You still invited him to sleep at your apartment that night, and your reason being to work on the memories of him you had lost. Time and time again did Sylus tell you it was better you didnât remember them, but he could also understand your dilemma when you told him that you always felt like a piece of you was missing ever since that âaccidentâ.Â
âAnd this ugly scar on my temple,â you pointed it out, settling into your side of the bed. âWhat kind of Wanderer did I fight for me to get a traumatic brain injury?â
Sylus placed a tender kiss on your scar. âPerhaps it was a heartless monster more terrifying than a Wanderer.âÂ
Like me.Â
âOh, well.â You pulled the sheets over your body, suggesting you two would have no action tonight. âGood night, Sylus.âÂ
â...Sleep tight, kitten.âÂ
You didnât need to worry, though, because he wouldnât have touched you even if you had explicitly asked him to. After hearing your words that afternoonâabout not wanting to get pregnant by him and asking him to stop being so territorialâSylus felt the need to pull back and be more cautious in his actions toward you. Your words had cut deep, but he understood you were only protecting yourself from a man who was, essentially, still a stranger to you.
And despite the sting, he had promised himself that he would be patient for the only woman he cared about.
~~
However, that same night was a different story.Â
No, it was actually way past midnight when Sylus woke up from an agonizing scream that pierced the silence of the night, chilling him to the bone. Instinctively, his hand reached out to the side of the bed where you should have been, but the sheets were cold and empty. And then panic gripped him, forcing him to leap out of bed, his mind racing with a single horrifying thought: the protocore.
He darted outside of your bedroom and deeper into your apartment space, his eyes scanning every shadow, every corner. The image of you, eyes wild and frenzied, ravaged by the effects of the protocore, haunted him.
What if itâs happening now? What if I lose her for good?
The horrifying thought of the protocore making you berserk like a wild Wanderer was always there.
His heart nearly stopped when he saw you on the kitchen floor, curled up, your body wracked with sobs. Relief washed over him to have found you, but it was fleeting, replaced by a deeper, more insidious fear. He tried to approach you cautiously, his voice soft as he placed his hands on your shoulders, âSweetie, are you okay?â
You flinched at his touch, and when you turned to face him, the sight made his blood run cold. Your eyes, usually so warm, were now wide and filled with tearsâtears of terror, of anger. And in your trembling hand, you held a knife, its blade gleaming in the low light as you pointed it directly at his throat.
âDonât come any closer!â you cried, your voice breaking at every word. Sylus froze, his breath catching in his throat as your sudden hostility surprised him. The knifeâs tip hovered dangerously close to his skin, but it wasnât the threat of violence that shook himâit was the raw, unfiltered pain in your eyes.
âKitten, letâs talk about it calmly.â His voice was laced with cautiousness.Â
âStop calling me that!â You swallowed hard, your grip on the knife tightening. âYou! I had a nightmare... about you. But it felt real, like a memory. You were torturing me at your base, laughing... and then, you shot me in the head.â
Sylusâs heart dropped into his stomach at hearing your altered memory. He felt his soul tear apart at the edges as he stared into your tear-streaked face. âIt was just a dream. It wasnât real, kitten.â
But you werenât listening. âBut is it also not real? That youâŚâ You uttered each word with a threatening voice, âare the boss of Onychinus?â
The question hit him like a physical blow. He opened his mouth to answer, but the words were stuck in his throat and refused to form. He was trapped. The situation felt like a dead endâhe could deny that your dream was a real memory, but admitting he was the leader of Onychinus would only validate that lie.
His silence alone was an answer to you. And your expression crumbled into one of betrayal at that. âYou lied to me! Youâve been lying to me this whole time. How am I supposed to believe anything you say now?â
The anger in your voice enforced the stillness of Sylusâs breath. He knew he had no saving grace from this situation, but still, he took a step closer, his hands raised in a placating gesture. âY/N, I never wanted to hurt youââ
âGet out!â you screamed, the knife shaking in your hand. The sight of you so broken, so shattered, tore him apart. âGet the hell out of my sight! I donât wanna see you ever again, you monster!â
But Sylus couldnât leaveânot like this, not when you were hurting because of him. So in his desperation, he lunged forward, grabbed your wrist, and forced the knife into his own chest. The sharp pain radiated through him as he plunged the blade in and stabbed himself repeatedly, his face twisted in agony, but not from the physical pain. This was nothing compared to the torment of knowing he was the source of your suffering. Again.Â
âEven if I canât die,â he choked out, his voice ragged as he tried to absorb the stinging ache in his chest, âIâll take all of this pain away from you.â
His own blood soaked his fingers, staining your hands as he released his grip on the knife. It fell on the floor as he stepped back, his heart aching more than his wounds ever could, but those wounds easily healed. The pain of losing you again, on the other hand, would never heal.
He looked at you one last time, seeing his monstrous reflection from your frightened eyes, before turning away. Sylus walked out of the apartment with heavy steps, feeling his soul crushed from your antagonism. He knew he had lost youâperhaps foreverâand the realization was more than he could bear.
~~
A haze of cigarette smoke and the clink of glasses filled the air of the bar. Sylus sat alone at the counter, his new glass of whiskey untouched as he stared blankly into the amber liquid. The sting of alcohol was nothing compared to the numbness that had settled in his heart after that agonizing night with you. Every swallow of the hard liquor was a desperate attempt to drown out the torment of recent events, but the pain lingered, and it was damn persistent and unforgiving.
As he poured himself another drink, the muffled sounds of conversation around him blended into a dull roar. That was until a familiar voice cut through the hazeâsomeone he wished he hadnât come across.
âSylus?âÂ
He looked up, squinting against the dim light, to see Diana standing before him. He hadnât seen him for the past year or so. And surely, her presence was unexpected, but he felt a sudden tinge of irritation at the sight of her. While her, she looked both apprehensive and determined, as if she had just made a hard decision to confront him.Â
âH-How have you been?â she asked the question as a conversation starter, but Sylus could see the faint hint of unease in her eyes.
He then straightened up, and his posture became stiff and defensive. âI told you itâs not wise for us to cross paths,â he said curtly, his voice slurred from the alcohol but still holding a note of finality. He didnât want to engage, not with her, not tonight.
On the one hand, Dianaâs eyes flickered with an emotion he couldnât quite placeâregret, perhaps. âI⌠I wanted to say sorry for what happened with Y/N. I didnât realize how much she meant to you. Xavier⌠told me everything. About you and her.â
The apology was genuine, but the mention of your name was a fresh wound, and he felt the anger and sadness surge again, bubbling beneath his carefully maintained exterior. He wanted to lash out, to blame her for everything, but he swallowed the words, knowing it wouldnât change a thing. In the end, this was all his doing and he couldnât point fingers over the mess that he alone had created.
Sylus tried to stand up, the room spinning slightly as he steadied himself. âIâm leaving.â
But Diana stepped closer, her hand reaching out as if to stop him. He simply brushed past her, his movements unsteady but undeniably distancing from her. The desire to remain composed was slipping away, replaced by the harsh reality he faced every day since you were taken from him.
He made his way to the exit, pushing through the barâs heavy door with a forceful shove. Sylusâs next move was to lean against the wall outside as the cool winter breeze blew on his face.Â
âBoss.â Kieranâs voice held a note of concern as he and his twin steadied Sylus by wrapping his arms around their shoulders. âWeâll take you home.â
Luke glanced at his brother with a sad glint in his eyes before leading Sylus toward the car. âMaybe itâs time to let her go, boss.â
~~
February nights were the coldest. And it was supposedly the day for lovers, too.Â
Unlike the couples that littered the riverside, Sylus stood alone, his breath forming small clouds in the frigid air. His dark coat offered little protection against the biting wind, but he stayed committed, his gaze fixed on the empty expanse before him. Four hours had passed since he had sent you the message, and each minute he stood there waiting for you felt like an eternity. The biting cold gnawed at him, but he was determined to wait even if heâd end up getting frostbite. It was the least he could do.
The frozen riverâs surface glistened with a thousand points of light as the moon cast its silver glow over the landscape. And for the next thirty minutes that passed, he was still alone.Â
She wonât be coming, said the voice in his head. Give up.Â
As he prepared to leave, the ache of disappointment settled in his chest, and his heart skipped a beat as he recognized you, standing cautiously across him, your eyes wide and filled with both curiosity and trepidation. The sight of you, despite waiting in the cold for hours, instantly warmed his freezing body.Â
âThank you for coming.â He took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. âI wonât keep you long.âÂ
You maintained your distance, wary of his next move. âWhy did you want to meet?âÂ
With a slow, deliberate motion, he began to peel the scarf from around your neck, and he felt a prick in his heart seeing you flinch. âIâm not gonna hurt you.â
He waited until you allowed him to proceed, his fingers brushing against your skin in a touch that was both gentle and reverent. You looked at him with confusion, the chilly air fought by the warmth of your breath. Sylus was just carefully replacing the scarf with the necklace he had given you long ago, the red Beryl crystal catching the light and sending soft, radiant glimmers into the night.Â
Do you even recognize it?Â
âIâm just returning a gift, kitten.â
As he fastened the clasp behind your neck, he pressed a tender kiss to the nape of your neck, his lips lingering for a moment before he straightened. That small gesture of his was actually carried by the depth of his affection and regret. And, if you may, it was his silent apology for all that he did to you.
âSylusâŚâÂ
His red eyes shimmered, intensified by the bloodshot whites. Sylus stared at your face with a mixture of love and ruefulness clouding his expression. He was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And he struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill, with his voice breaking as he feathered the snowflakes that rested on your hair. âTake care of yourself. Always lock your doors at night and stay warm.â He took the scarf Zayne gave you, and pulled out a new one from his coat. It was a silly scarf with kitten prints all over it, that he soon carefully wrapped around your face and neck. âWear that whenever you can.âÂ
Your own eyes were large and rimmed with tears as though you were also hurting inside. âWhy are you saying this?â you asked, keeping the weakness inside. âYou sound like youâre saying goodbye.âÂ
Sylusâs gaze was suddenly directed back to the river, but it was only because he had to avoid looking at your eyes or he would lose it. âThe Association managed to track me here in Linkon and theyâre still after me. I just managed to escape, but I canât stay here,â he explained calmly, âI only came back to this city because of you⌠But now, I have to disappear, so donât worry about having me around. I wonât bother you anymore.â
Your eyes widened in shock, and the tears that had been pooling your eyes finally spilled over. âAre you crazy?â you cried, seemingly unable to comprehend the words he was spewing. âYouâre leaving me?â
Sylusâs heart broke at the sight of your tears, but he had to restrain any weakness by giving in. Instead, he reached out, and his hand trembled as he wiped a tear from your cheek. âI love you, Y/N.â He wanted to be the first one to say it this time. âEven if you regain all your memories of meâgood or badâI want you to know that I regret every pain I caused you. Even if you hate me, Iâll still love you. Today, tomorrow, and in our next lives.â
Sylus took one last, lingering look at you, his eyes filled with a sorrowful haze that nearly blinded his vision. He turned slowly, walking away from the riverâs edge, with each step causing distance from the love he was leaving behind.
And you, you stood there, the necklace around your neck feeling heavy as you watched him disappear into the night. A surge of emotion overwhelmed you, and without thinking, you sprinted towards him. You took quick, long strides just to reach him, pulling him into a tight embrace, and crashing your lips against his in a bittersweet kiss.
Both of you cried as the kiss deepened, and you were encasing each otherâs lips in a tight lock. The intensity of your emotions poured out in this poignant, intimate moment. And frankly, Sylus had never been this emotional. No one had ever seen this fragile side of him that he had always kept hidden. After all, what dominant, cruel boss of Onychinus would spill tears over a woman?
But they wouldnât understand it. They never would.Â
When you finally pulled away, your eyes were red and swollen from tears. âBe careful,â you sniffled, barely unable to catch the breath you needed for the next. âKeep in touch if you can. And when Iâm ready, Iâll find you.â
Sylusâs eyes were also filled with tears, but he managed a forlorn smile as he nodded. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle despite the heaviness of the moment. âIâll wait,â he promised softly, his voice breaking slightly. âIâll wait for you, no matter how long it takes.â
âUntil we meet again.â
As he stepped back, the distance between you seemed impossibly vast, but the promise in your eyes and the love in his heart made the separation bearable, if only just. And when Sylus turned away, his heart was heavy but full of the hope that one day, you would find each other again. That one day, this distant love would become a cherished memory that you would look back on as you grow old and wrinkled, yet insurmountably happy and content with the life you had lived. With or without him.
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savor
pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader
summary: after being compromised to working a case the next day, aaron decides on savoring your current moment together for when heâs gone.
content warnings: heavy smut, 18+, minors do not interact! consensual recording, use of nicknames, slapping, choking, dirty talk, groping, aaron hotchner is a FREAK and has a big dick, allusions to m masturbation.
word count: 1.9k
a/n: very much inspired by this post, not sure if the original poster deleted it? but i couldnât get it out of my head omfg i literally finished this in 2 HOURS AND ITâS NOT PROOFREAD
part two here
Aaronâs not sure where he gets the idea from.
Maybe itâs from the longing he already feels for you after being informed that the team was to take off for a case first thing tomorrow morning, even though he hasnât even left yet.
Maybe itâs from the sexual tension thatâs been filling your shared apartment ever since he stepped foot inside it, the original plan of having the weekend off and spending it with you immediately crumbling from his work.
But, even with his dick buried inside your sopping cunt, heâs just as surprised as you are when he gets the idea of grabbing his phone from where he had discarded it on his side of the nightstand table.
You whine when his movements falter for a split second, eyes widening as you stare up at him when his phone comes into your line of sight.
âIs this okay?â He whispers, already swiping right for his camera.
âYou want to film this?â You ask from beneath him, his weight feeling a bit heavier as he stills.
Aaron nods, though your question makes him feel out of character. But at the sight of you sprawled underneath him on silk sheets, face a sweaty, yet beautiful mess makes him not care at all.
He leans down to press a feverish kiss to your cheek, looking you in the eyes when he pulls back, âIf thatâs okay with you,â the same kiss presses into your already swollen lips. âJust wanna savor the memory for when Iâm gone.â
The thought of Aaron pulling up a sloppily filmed video of you two having sex while heâs away on a case immediately riles you up once more. Of him locking himself in his hotel room, fucking his cock into his hand while he watches himself fuck you from a previous time has you clenching around him.
You nod, âOkay,â you bite your lip and look up at him. âFilm it.â
Thatâs all the confirmation Aaron needs for him to hit record and resume his actions, pummeling his still rock hard dick into your soaked pussy.
You let out a loud moan, throwing your head back. Your hand comes up to grip at the arm that wasnât recording you for support and your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feel of the tip of his dick rubbing against your sweetest spot.
Aaronâs hands are shaky as he films you, lifting his phone higher to capture both your blissful expression and the way his cock disappears inside you with each thrust. His free hand slithers down to grip at the meat of your thigh before throwing it over his shoulder, consequently deepening his thrusts.
âO-Oh, fuck, Aaron!â Your back arches against the bed, nails digging into his forearm as each thrust sends you further over the edge, the coil in your belly threatening to finally snap.
âLook at the camera, pretty girl,â
Your boyfriendâs voice is deep and gravely, leaving you no choice but to submissively follow his orders and stare deep into the small circle of his phoneâs camera.
You stare up at it, mouth slightly open to form a lazy, curved âoâ as each thrust Aaron delivers sends you further up the bed.
âThatâs it, sweetheart,â Aaronâs hand comes down to your throat, pulling you up and leaving your head slightly limp underneath his grip. âMy slutty girl, taking my cock so well while she gets filmed,â a harsh slap is delivered to your face, making you gasp. âYou like that, baby?â
You pout and try your best to nod with his whole hand wrapped around your throat, âI love it, Aaron.â
âI know you do, sweetheart, I can feel you clenching around my dick,â he teases, enunciating the word âdickâ with a particularly harsh thrust that gets you whining again. âYou gonna cum, sweet girl?â
You nod harshly despite the limited air flow, eyes flickering from the camera to Aaron, âY-Yes, yes. Can I cum, Aaron? Please?â
Your voice is whiny and desperate, filled with so much need that it takes everything in him to not cum right then and there. He lets out a grunt, hand tightening around your neck the slightest bit more, still careful as to not actually stop you from breathing, âGo ahead, baby. Cum around my cock.â
Immediately, the tightness in your lower belly snaps at Aaronâs permission, your body reduced to shaking and stuttering as your pussy clenches and unclenches around your boyfriendâs dick. Your orgasms washes over you violently, white spots filling your vision as he lets go of your neck to squeeze at your breast, fucking you through it with slower, more deeper thrusts.
âAaron, Aaron, Aaron!â
His name leaves your lips like a babbled mantra, your release captured perfectly by his phone as his dick twitches inside you at the feeling of you gushing around him. When your body has calmed down and youâre practically left limp on the bed, he pulls out of you, bringing the phone down to your pussy so he can film the way your juices spill out of you.
He dips two fingers in, earning a squeal from above when he pushes them in just to pull them back out, showing the camera how soaked they come out.
Aaron groans at the sight of it and decides that itâs not enough. He stops the video and briefly sets his phone down besides you, bringing himself up to press a sweet kiss to your cheek once more, rubbing your tousled hair out of your face, âCan you give me one more, sweetheart?â
You hum from underneath him, looking at him with a fucked out expression.
âYou can do that, right, baby?â Another kiss to your temple, âMy good girl can handle one more for the camera, canât she?â
You think that the concept of being recorded, of being so obsessed over by your lover that he wants to film you again gets you even hotter, the pushing of your thighs together desperately proving inevitably so.
Aaron immediately jumps into action when you nod âyes,â giving you another kiss before helping you onto your hands and knees.
Once youâre settled, he leans over you to position his phone on the top of the bed frame, leant against the wall.
A whimper emits from your pursed lips when you feel the tip of Aaronâs dick rub against your still fully soaked folds, teasing at your entrance before shoving it back inside. Your back immediately arches in response, mouth flying open in a silent scream as your boyfriend bottoms out, hips hitting your ass.
He hasnât even moved yet, hasnât started hitting you from behind yet your arms already shake from feeling full.
âYou good, sweetheart?â He asks, brushing your hair back endearingly.
You hum, nodding as you wiggle your ass against him. You lick your lips when you catch sight of how prominently his dick still stands, hitting against the muscles of his softly defined stomach.
He hovers above you momentarily and presses what seems like the millionth loving kiss to your cheek, sneaking his hand down to squeeze one of your breast affectionately, âWant you to keep looking at the camera while I fuck you, honey,â a kiss. Another kiss. And another kiss. âOkay?â
He begins to move his hips before you can reply, starting out slow and deep before eventually moving to the same pace he was using before.
You gasp and your hands shoot out to curl around the sleeve of the pillow in front of you. Your eyes glance towards his phone, where youâre more in focus of the phoneâs frame than he is. Even with you on your hands and knees and him kneeling on the bed, you can only see the bottom half of his face.
Your eyes roll back to your head again, the only sounds audible being the ones of skin slapping against skin, Aaronâs grunts, and your silent huffs that match his pace.
A mixture of a cry and moan emits from your mouth when he lands a harsh slap onto your ass, gripping the flesh in his big hand. Your legs shake when another slap lands and you feel your arms give out from beneath you, falling limp onto your stomach.
âOh, no,â Aaron mutters, leaning down and wrapping an arm around your neck as if he were putting you in a chokehold but without the same force like before. He pulls you flush against him, sweaty chest to sweaty back, âWant the camera to capture how Iâm fucking you, sweetheart,â
His hand sneaks down to fondle at your breasts, caressing both lovely with a squeeze to each one, âYou look so pretty getting fucked by my cock, honey,â he points at the camera. âCanât wait to watch these and start a collection when I get back,â he presses a kiss to your hair. âYou gonna let me do that?â
You canât reply, too fucked out to do so. Instead, you watch yourself from where youâre held against him, watching your boobs bounce with each delicious thrust he delivers into your cunt and relishing in the hot breath that fans against your ear as he nips at the sensitive skin beneath it.
âA-Aaron,â you whine. ââm g-gonna cum again,â
âYeah?â He asks, hand sneaking down from your breasts to your folds, slipping his fingers to begin rubbing at your clit. âGo ahead, sweetheart.â
You scream, body stuttering at the cruel pace he begins to touch you with. Your other hand shoots to grip that same arm, thrashing against his hold as another orgasm ripples through your body, filling you with even more pleasure and even overstimulation.
Aaron watches you from his phone, head dipped down to get a good view at the way you rode your high out on his hand and pushed back into his dick simultaneously, mouth open in a wide âoâ and legs shaking.
The way you clench around him like before pushes him further towards his own release. When he stops rubbing at your clit, itâs to bring the same fingers up to your tits, coating your nipples with your juices and squeezing them once more as he pushes through the last couple of thrusts that it takes for him to finally come inside you.
Youâre whining in front of him with each shallow shove, feeling his come coat your walls. You mewl when he gives the side of your head another kiss before releasing his grip on you and allowing you to fall flat against the mattress once more.
Aaron grabs his phone and aims it at your pussy once more, your ass still somewhat high in the air. He spreads your ass apart, groaning in delight when some of his seed spills out of your pussy, giving the flesh another harsh slap.
âYou did so well for me, sweetheart,â he mumbles, angling himself so that he could bend over you again and place much more sweeter, loving kisses your face. âI love you, honey,â
You hum, eyes fluttering closed before emitting a tired âLove you, too,â in response.
The next night, when Aaron is alone in his hotel room, somewhere in Arizona solving said case with his team, he pulls out his phone and presses on the private folder he created shortly after you had both finished and presses play.
When he himself finishes, come all over his chest and his right hand slack next to him while his left holds up his phone, he sets a mental reminder to record you sucking him off when he gets home.
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CRUEL SUMMER
summary â maybe you were oblivious to the way you teased natasha with a cherry flavored popsicle, or maybe youâd known all along and you were just waiting for her to break
warning(s) â established relationship, married wandanat, temperature play, outdoor sex, nipple play, oral, degradation, food play (a popsicle and itâs never inserted), mild humiliation, semi orgasm control, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, brief domestic fluff, horrible popsicle stick joke, men/minors dni
authors note â a little summer snippet of our favorite couple! just wanted to expand on a little thought i had a few days ago!
you are in love
âĽď¸âš Ë . 18+, men/minors dni âş đ ę°đęą âĄ ď˝Ľ mommy maximoff â§
The cherry flavor was tart as it spread across your tongue and tinted your lips the same color as Natashaâs hair, not your favorite flavor from the selection currently stashed toward the back of the freezer, but Wanda had mistaken it for strawberry when you asked so kindly for a treat. Your tongue swirled around the popsicle lewdly, catching each droplet of thawed syrup and ice before it had the chance to make a mess of your fingers. You had no desire to join your girlfriends in the pool, enjoying the stillness of the lounge chair that you made yourself comfortable against.
Despite your reluctance to plunge deep into the warm water, your body was covered minimally, triangular pieces of fabric concealing only what mattered most, although the visible swell of your breasts was undeniably tantalizing as rivulets of perspiration clung to you.
You waved at Wanda when she resurfaced, giggling softly at the disheveled appearance she sported despite her composed demeanor. The salt water had allowed kinks to form in her silky hair, and thin strands clung to her cheeks despite how she ran her fingers through her tresses and attempted to pull them taut behind her shoulders. She waved back, sending you a teasing wink before she was gone again, a blur of vibrant colors beneath the water as she kicked off the side of the pool and swam toward the deep end; her need for physical activity even on her days off boggled you, but a bored Wanda was not someone you wanted to deal with, so you watched her glide through the water with no outward commentary.
You sighed softly, eyes closing behind the thick frames of your sunglasses, tongue still working on the swiftly melting popsicle, savoring every ounce of tartness that dissolved on your tongue. You could always get up and retrieve another, but they tasted so much better when Wanda did the work for you, and you wouldnât get so lucky if you asked her again. Sheâd just barely complied the first time, huffing beneath her breath about how sheâd inadvertently turned you into a princess all while she disappeared into the house.
You frowned instinctively when something obstructed the warm sunlight cascading down against your face, inadvertently shielding your body from the gentle burn that was forming against your already tanned skin (this was not the first day youâd spent by the pool with your girlfriends, and it wouldnât be the last until the cool days of September rolled around). The cloudless sky hadnât provided anything more than a gentle breeze in hours, and curiously your eyes fluttered open, expecting to find a stray cloud to blame, though only to come up with a set of dangerous green eyes narrowed thinly in your direction.
Shyly, you peered up at Natasha, vibrant cherry popsicle still between your stained lips as you gazed at her sweetly. Droplets of salt water raced down her arms and perfectly toned thighs, sparkling beneath the sunlight she shielded you from. If you hadnât been aware of how your movements taunted her before, you were now, realizing that her dazzling green eyes werenât trained on yours like youâd initially thought, but rather watching closely as you lapped at the cool juices that threatened to dirty your hands and dragged your tongue slowly across the length of the frozen treat in an attempt to savor its subpar escape from the heat. Months ago, you wouldâve apologized sheepishly, wouldâve submitted beneath Natashaâs heavy stare the second it had fallen upon you, but now, with a refreshing confidence and security in your relationship, you moved the sunglasses up to the top of your head, holding her stare as you plunged the frozen treat as far as the wooden stick would allow, hollowing your cheeks only to suck in suggestively as you swirled your tongue around the treat.
âParshivets.â She muttered beneath her in Russian, and while you were still learning her and Wandaâs native language, that single word was one of the few burned into your mind without translation. Brat. Sheâd called you that name for the first time only a few weeks ago, in a moment of intense connection that had both of your limbs trembling by the end, but somehow it had stuck just as easily as duckling had. You werenât sure what you heard more of anymore, your name, or that single title that had wetness pooling in your panties instantaneously.
âTvoy parshivets.â You rebutted, eyes narrowing challengingly as you glared up at her. Your defiance was the final straw, the last test of her patience, and within seconds, before you could even comprehend what was coming next, your beloved popsicle was in her hands and between her lips. âHey!â
âShut up.â She grumbled around the treat, slowly stalking closer, pressing her thighs into the edge of the lounge chair you laid across possessivky, making no move to press her body into yours like youâd anticipated, though the her simple presence was enough to assert ownership. When she pulled the popsicle away from her lips, she tilted it over your body, watching calmly as red droplets of thawed syrup fell against the exposed skin of your chest and belly. You shivered, a displeased whine filling the air that had been silent aside from the sounds of rippling water for so long. âI said: Shut. Up.â
âWhy donât you make me then!â You argued, kicking out in an attempt to rile her up, only to be captured by her strong grip before the sole of your foot could make contact with her thigh. You yelped in surprise when she pulled you down, your head falling onto the lower section of the lounge chair, your knees bent as your uncaptured foot remained steadily on the edge of the chair.
Her lips were on yours in a bruising kiss before you could recover from the abrupt change in position, her body hovering above yours as to not rub against the syrup slowly trickling down your body and staining your bikini top. Her lips were cold against yours, and as she descended down your body, shivers erupted across your spine, not only from the sensation of her icy lips against your pulse point, but in anticipation. Instinctively your thighs fell open, welcoming her body between them, which she appreciated and made sure to acknowledge. You moaned pathetically when her core ground into yours, her mound appling an addictive pressure to your clit.
âDaddy-â You whimpered, your bratty exterior melting away faster than your popsicle as her fingers worked to unravel the knot holding your bikini in place at the nape of your neck, her tongue following the trail of vibrant red syrup down your exposed breast. You gasped when the flimsy material was discarded, her lips wasting no time before they captured your nipple, her teeth biting down on the pebbled bud deliciously hard. A whimpered whine alerted Wanda of your current predicament, yet all the redhead offered was an amused laugh before she dove head first into the water again.
âDo you know what you were doing to me, utenok? Do you know how badly I wanted to come over here and replace that fucking popsicle? Youâre all bark and no bite. The second Daddyâs lips are on those needy little nipples all you can do is whine. Itâs pathetic.â She sneered, her tone laced with calculated mockery as she kept a firm grip on the stick of your treat, apparently not yet done with it.
Your bottoms were the next thing to go, leaving your body dressed in only a pair of designer sunglasses and red syrup. The last thing youâd been expecting was for her to bite the rest of your ice pop off the stick, swallowing it whole and attacking your unsuspecting cunt, but you watched it happen as if the world was in slow motion, felt the sensations creep into your bones as if they were merely in a movie, but all at once it caught up to you, and the sheer shock of her cold mouth against your hot center had your back arching off the lounge chair, inadvertently pushing your center farther into her face.
She lapped at your cunt with fervent motions. Her teeth nipped, her lips suckled, and her tongue; there were no words to describe the sensations her tongue provoked as she plunged it deep within your core, massaging your sensitive inner walls and your g-spot before she allowed it to soothe your clit with harsh stroke and flicks. Your moans were breathy as you grasped at her hair, pulling harshly at red curls that tickled your thighs as they fell over her shoulders, not sodden with water like Wandas, although for a fleeting second you wondered what it would feel like to have the saturated woman undoing you so passionately.
âDaddy!â You cried out when you felt the approaching pleasure of your orgasm building, your hands pushing at her head, unsure of what you craved more of and what was entirely too much. You whimpered when you felt the stretch of her fingers coming home to your pussy, allowing you no adjustment period as two fingers plunged deep into your cunt, replacing her tongue that instead sought out your tingling bud of hypersensitive nerves. âDaddy! Daddy!â Her name was a sacred mantra on your lips, falling into the air as you writhed beneath her strong grip, attempting to drive her farther into your body.
âYou gonna cum? Are you gonna cum for me, parshivets? My filthy fucking girl, getting fucked outside, where anyone can hear you? Is that what you want? You want Agatha to hear you? I bet her windows open. I bet sheâs inside, sitting at her table trying to read, but she canât because all she can hear are your desperate fucking moans as your Daddy fucks you.â Natashaâs words sent vibrations through your core, pushing you closer and closer to the brink of pleasure, though she never permitted it. She never once gave you the answer you needed to fully enjoy it, and fiercely, you fought off your approaching orgasm because of that silent denial.
When her fingers curled into you, massaging that delicate spot that had you seeing stars, you almost begged for her to stop, to lighten up, but before you could, she gave you the one thing you needed. âCum for me. Make a mess.â Natasha encouraged, rapturing your pulsating clit and spasming walls, drinking all of your pleasure before she pulled away, her mouth glistening, her fingers sparkling. You gasped for breath, chest rising and falling as you panted, the heat only heightening your breathlessness. âYou donât know how long Iâve been holding out for. Wanda thought Iâd break the second you unwrapped that fucking popsicle.â
Sheepishly, you giggled softly, readjusting your sunglasses when Natasha stood up and moved aside, the sun falling over your body once more. âI didnât realize until you came over here. I wasnât even doing it on purpose.â You admitted, though Natasha had already known that.
âOh, I know. Youâre just too fucking tempting for your own good.â She giggled, kissing your lips sweetly, your arousal still coating her tongue as she licked at your lips teasingly. When she pulled away, she glanced down at the stick in her hands, a soft laugh falling off her lips. âWhy did the book join the police force?â
âHe wanted to be undercover!â Wanda bellowed from the pool, apparently honed in on your conversation despite how frequently she disappeared beneath the welcoming water.
âIâm all sticky now.â You pouted, realizing that the syrup, despite being licked off, had left a reside on your skin.
âI guess youâll just have to join us then.â Before you could acknowledge her, Natasha had picked you up in her arms, your bathing suit still discarded on the grass in a messy heap of fabric, although the picket fence around the property prevented you from being seen, so it didnât matter much if you out it back on or not. You shrieked when you realized what she was doing, but before you could plead for your freedom, sheâd dropped you into the deep end.
âNat!â You scolded when you resurfaced, your freshly washed hair now soiled by the salt water that dampened it.
âOops?â Your girlfriend sang sweetly, jumping in right beside you, capturing you in her tight embrace with faux sympathy. âGo get Wanda.â She whispered in your ear, and that was enough to win her forgiveness, immediately seeking out your other girlfriend who pretended to despise the way you clung to her like a koala.
âI love you.â You mumbled against her lips, catching her by surprise though not an unpleasant one.
âI thought I got you strawberry. Sorry, baby.â She apologized softly, holding tightly to your naked ass, giving it a teasing spank beneath the water.
âThatâs okay. Cherryâs Natâs favorite.â
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Precious
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summary: your bunny slips through the crack of your front door and you run after her in hopes of catching the pet again. You get lost but your time still ticks, nightfall inching closer and closer as you inevitably sink further into the woods. Luckily, your eyes spot a cabin, and you become acquaintances with the unusual redhead that resides there.
warnings: dubcon, filthy smutty smut smut, HEAVYYYY dacryphilia, groping, dry humping, praise kink, thigh riding (r receiving), mid writing, wanda is lowkey a sadist, slightly unhinged crazy yet loveable and sexy cabin wanda, age gap > r is 20 w is 32
A/N: first fic!!! hi⌠im very new to writing fics so please be nice ૮ę°ŕžŕ˝˛ >â¸â¸â¸<ęąŕžŕ˝˛á (i wrote this listening to a true crime documentary idk)
kind of a messy plot but I still hope my little freaks enjoyâŚâŚ and Iâm also sorry this took longer than expected I just kept contemplating if it was good or absolute shit </3
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this is a dark fic. 18+. wlw. men & minors dni!
âŤâŤâŤ âŤâŤâŤ âŤâŤâŤ âŤâŤâŤ âŤâŤâŤďżź
Itâs getting pretty lateâŚ
You think to yourself, hugging your shoulders as you look up at the overcast sky.
How did I end up here in the first place?
âŚ
You move a leaf to the side and pick the fresh strawberry that was stashed there, rinsing it in your small bucket of water and taking a mouthful of the delicious treat.
You hear a shuffle beside you. Turning your head, you see a white bunny hiding behind one of your sunflower pots. You smile and place another strawberry onto the ground before slowly walking away. Your eyes relish how cute the little animal is as they chomp away at your colourful fruit.
You stand in the corner of your garden and decide from then on, youâd feed the hungry bunnies that would stroll into your neighbourhood.
A few days pass and you quickly became friends with two specific bunnies who you named Clover and Daisy. You eventually took them in as your own, rottenly spoiling both of the creatures. You loved having them around because living alone in a small town that was an hour away from the city can definitely become lonely.
âThis tastes like candy to you doesnât it Daisy?â You say as you hold out your hand and watch her nibble it up. The fur around her mouth is stained purple, you laugh at the sight.
âOkay thatâs enough blueberries for tonight! Youâll get sick if you keep eating those.â You click the plastic container shut, standing up and walking into your kitchen. You place the container in the side compartment of your fridge for tomorrow and stroll back into your living room.
Your brows furrow. Daisy is gone. Daisy and Clover are such good bunnies, they never leave your sight for more than a minute. You assume she ran to her sister Clover, but your eyes widen in horror when you see your front door slightly more cracked open than it was before you left.
You anxiously open your phone and dial your best friend Frankie. You ramble to her about how stupid you felt for leaving the door open, like you are an irresponsible parent whoâs no smarter than a bag of rocks. She calmly tells you to go look for Daisy and that sheâll come over as soon as she can to watch Clover.
âThank you so so much, Frankie. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â You sigh in relief, a hand pressed over your chest. You feel your heart jump underneath your palm and your lips trembling with every breath.
âItâs no problem, Y/N/N. Now go look for that bunny, Iâll be over in 5.â
âBye, thank you again..â You hang up the phone and dart out the door. You frantically look through your shrubs and call her name, but a bright white spot in your peripheral steals your attention.
There she is, bouncing her way into the open forest across the road from you. As soon as she hops out of your view you race towards her, carelessly running past two moving cars. You ignore the frustrated yelling and the beeping horns, continuing to boost into daisies direction.
âDAISY! WAIT!!â
You yell, but your shouting only seems to spur her on. You run after her and neither of you lose pace. You turn corners, run through mud and almost slip doing so at least two times. The animal suddenly picks up itâs speed, turning abruptly and disappearing into a thick bush. You get on your knees and practically rip this bush to shreds, but she was already long gone. Daisy is no more.
You feel tears sting your eyes, ears and cheeks becoming hot from your stress. You sniffle and wipe your tears with the sleeve of your jacket. You knew it was impossible to look for her now. That bunny became your life in just a couple of days, she felt like a childhood pet. The thought of never seeing her again made your heartstrings tie themselves into knots.
You lose the path you were on but you couldnât care less. You lost your beloved bunny baby; life is no longer worth living. You wonder if Cloverâs okay, and how exactly youâd break the news to her.
So lost and full of woe, mind not even switched on, you didnât notice the thick tree root in front of you until you stub your foot against it and fall forward. You wince and slowly stand up again. Dusting the crunchy leaves off of your clothes, you use the back of your hand to wipe the dripping bead of blood from your cheekbone.
Great, a cut. Iâll have to clean that up when I get home..
You wonder aimlessly with your head hung low. A brisk breeze that brushes past you is what makes you finally look up.
You hug your shoulders as you stare at the gloomy airspace. The sun isnât beaming, only a variation of different grey clouds flood the sky.
A person? This far out on in the woods?
Wanda thinks. She watches you with a deranged, curious look as you weave yourself through the webs and bushes, seemingly extra careful about tree roots.
You look up from the ground, scanning the area around you and pause when you see the warm glow of her cabin.
My god, sheâs gorgeous.
She takes a swift step back so sheâs not in the frame of the window anymore, her brows furrowing. She stares at the wall, she hasnât seen an actual person in so long.
What is a girl like you doing traipsing in the woods?
She peeks again and now youâre making your way over, big wary eyes cautiously examining your surroundings. A shiver rocks through you as you cough into your elbow, then using that arm to place three firm knocks on the door.
You sigh while you wait for someone to answer the door. You switch from tippy toes to the heel of your feet in a nervous manner. The cabin looks great, almost pristine, thereâs no way itâs abandoned.
You feel stupid for going into a cabin in the woods. Itâs like some dumb movie; youâre just hoping you donât end up dead. You expect to see an old, wrinkled man the size of a third grader, but your eyes widen when a tall red headed woman swings the door open. You stutter, stunned that a woman like her would live in a place so isolated.
Holy shit, sheâs fine.
âHi, um.. I know itâs a lot to ask but can I stay here for a little bit? I⌠got lost.â You fiddle with your fingers. She chuckles as she crosses her arms, biting her lip and letting her eyes run up and down your fidgety figure.
âNo itâs not asking anything at all. Itâs not like I get visitors very often.â She moves to the side and welcomes you in. You look up at her and mumble a small thank you, slowly stepping inside her warm homestead.
The smell of firewood burning and sweet lavender conquer your senses. The comforting atmosphere relaxes you despite how unfamiliar it is. You kick off your boots and grab them so you can neatly place them next to the door. She shuts the door and clicks it locked, quietly making her way over to what looks like her kitchen.
You drink in the sight around you. A tall, cobblestone fireplace lined up against the wall with wood already burning inside of it. A soft lounge suite with a fluffy mat sitting right underneath it. Thereâs a short hallway and two doors, one you assume leading into her bedroom and the other probably being her bathroom.
One thing you notice in particular is a painting, one with two women sitting on a red velvet couch. One is dressed in white, the other is dressed in black and they both have lace blindfolds wrapped around their heads.
Their Victorian dresses were detailed and long, their lips so close but afraid to touch and give in.
You look away and clench your fists. Your face is now hot, when you entered a remote cabin in the woods, a gay victorian painting was the last thing you expected.
âTake a seat, make yourself comfortable.â The womanâs hoarse voice echoes through the room. Your ears perk up when they catch a touch of an accent.
Is she some type of Russian? Thatâs hot.
Your anxious form shifts over to her couch to sit down. You sigh in relief, your aching bones melting into the man made cloud that was this womanâs sofa.
âSo whatâs your name, milaya?â The woman hands you a cup. Your cold fingers feel fuzzy against the hot mug, shuffling back further into her couch so you can sit up comfortably.
âY/N. You?â
âWanda.â
A small smile sits on her face that is on some level, disturbing. Itâs such a beautiful smile but you can feel something is not right with her. Your intuition has never made itself more distinct, it was less noticeable when you were walking alone outside.
The room feels like itâs getting smaller, the claustrophobia whips the air right out of your lungs. Your eyes flicker between hers. The room starts to spin. Your ears start to ring. Before you could pass out cold, she cups your chin, the gentle gesture pulling you out of your panicked state.
âThatâs a nasty cut isnât it? Would you like me to take care of that?â She says, her tone coaxing. Your curious eyes linger on her,
Why is this stranger being so generous?
If someone entered your home and needed to stay the night, youâd tell them to get lost. She caresses your face softly while she stares at the wound.
âNo itâs oka-â She suddenly pushes a finger to the fresh cut, forcing you to wince and pull away from her. She looks at you in a way you canât describe, your reaction seemingly piqueing her interest. Her pupils dilate but not enough for you to notice. You look at her with fearful eyes and think to yourself,
Who would do that?
âActually, that would be nice. Thank you..â
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Your eyes switch between the steaming drink in your hand and the obviously unhinged redhead sitting next to you. Her aura is intimidating, but you convince yourself itâs paranoia.
Iâm in a remote cabin deep in the woods.
Who wouldnât be unsettled? Sheâs nice and she helped youâŚstop being dumb Y/N!
âThank you again for cleaning my cut, Wanda.â You try to strike up a conversation, but all youâre met with is painful silence. She watches your lips touch the ring of the porcelain teacup, then moving her eyes up to meet your own.
âYouâre very observant arenât you?â You refer to her endless stare, disguising your discomfort with a small chuckle. Her smile widens.
"FascinujeĹĄ ma, milĂĄÄik.â âYou fascinate me, darling.â
Your brows squeeze together. You wish you could understand what she said, but it felt rude asking her to repeat that in English. You result in shyly looking away and focus on your dangling feet.
Her hand occasionally runs down your back or strokes your arm. Her icy featherlight touches cause goosebumps to ride over your skin. She notices your eyes following her fingers, a mischief smirk hiking up her cheeks.
âYouâre so lucky Iâm here to help you, dear. What was a girl like you doing in the woods all alone?â Her hand lands on your knee, slowly climbing up closer to your heat and lightly massaging the flesh there. You squirm when she inches closer to your mound, but youâre in her home. She could do anything to you if you said something that upset her.
What if sheâs just being nice? I donât want to offend herâŚ
âI- uh- I was hunting?â You try to paint yourself as tough but fail spectacularly; you can tell by the way she squints her eyes when she hears your answer.
âIf that were true, youâd have hunting gear on you, sweetie.â She moves your hair to the other side of your neck to expose the milky skin there. She gawks at your neck like a predator creeping on her prey, ready to pounce on you at any given moment.
The thought of kissing and licking at your silky skin and the vivid image of you biting your plush pink lips made her tremble with desire.
You shrink, staring at the drink in your hands and feeling a strike of vulnerability as you quietly say the words, âI was chasing a bunny..â
âAww arenât you precious?â She praises. She toys with the soft threads of your hair, your cheeks glowing a rosy pink from her comment. Her hand squeezes your thigh more roughly, the unexpected act making you jump.
âSuch a pretty thing.â She whispers to herself. You donât catch her words, so you hum and tilt your head, showing your confusion in hopes she would repeat herself.
âOh⌠nothing.â She quickly replaces her shock with a crooked grin. Your lips stretch into a small and nervous smile, slowly putting the cup to your mouth again.
A few more moments of silence are present. The crackling of burning wood and the crickets chirping in the distance gave you a chance to finally breathe, although you still struggle to ignore her invasive presence.
âPut the drink down.â You look at her in surprise. You stutter, taken aback by her orders but donât dare ask any questions. You lick your lips and shuffle, leaning forward to sit the drink on her coffee table. You then move back against the couch and stare into the orange flames in front of you.
âDo you like when people are rough with you, angel?â
You freeze hearing her question. She tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear ever so gently, grinning when she sees the sheer terror written on your face. There was something eerie about the way she had asked you, a corrupted little twinkle beaming from her eyes.
âWell, no.. N-Not really why?â Your voice is shaking. You know for sure now that this woman is not in her right mind. She could be capable of doing anything and you wouldnât expect it. She flashes you a charming smile as she continues to twirl and play with your hair, leaning closer to you before whispering,
âCan I tell you a secret?â Your breath hitches softly and your body tenses at the close proximity. You refuse to look at her. You cement your eyes to the flickering fire in front of you. Her hand smoothly travels from your thigh to the zip of your corduroy jacket, slowly pulling down at the metal teeth to reveal your white v-neck shirt and ruby necklace. The sound of your zipper in the unsettling silence makes your skin crawl. You could almost hear the ominous, suspenseful background music. You donât know what would happen if you deny her, so you hesitantly nod your head.
âI like hurting people⌠Especially pretty toys like you. I havenât done it in a long time though.â Her eyes hungrily take in your chilled expression. You gulp when she pulls the jacket off of your shoulders and throws to the side.
âI love to see girls cry, tears running down their sweet little facesâŚâ Her hands rub your upper arms soothingly as she rubbed her nose into the nape of your neck, inhaling your scent. You found yourself unable to move or respond, giving in to her game and listening to her sick train of thought.
âCan I make you cry, please, sweet girl?â She mumbles into your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin there. Your breathing becomes heavier, needing her so very badly you start to tune out the blaring alarms in your head.
âWanda listen-â She moves on top of you. She situates herself between your legs giving you no chance to close them, running her hands up and down your thighs. It all happened so fast.
âPretty please? Youâd look so good..â She becomes breathless at the thought, lunging forward and forcefully pushing her lips onto yours. Her lips feel pillowy and soft against yours, she smells of sweet vanilla and a smoky but subtle cinnamon; the mix makes your brain go dizzy with want. She tangles her hands with yours so she can pin your frantic ones onto the couch. Butterflies dance in your stomach, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Her kiss is rough but somehow so soft at the same time, the conflicted feeling makes your heart flutter.
She puts all her body weight onto you, grinding her crotch into yours as she murmurs praises into your mouth. âYouâre so fucking cute,â âItâs gonna feel so so good, just let me touch you..â
She slides her tongue across your lip, silently telling you to open your mouth. She angrily tightens her grip on your hands when you groan and clench your jaw shut, forbidding her access.
âOpen your mouth, or Iâll find another way to make it stay open.â You whine quietly, slowly opening your mouth and letting her slide in. You whimper and squirm when her hands land on your hips, guiding you to grind against her knee.
âThere you go, so so pretty grinding on me like that..â You grab handfuls of her sweater, the fabric of your cotton panties rubbing against you creating the perfect friction. You softly moan her name, back arching while hiding your face in her neck, ashamed how riled up you are from being taken advantage of. One of her hands move from your hip to your thigh, exploring the rest of your body before snaking up your stomach to grope at your breasts.
âFuck,â She whimpers before biting down on your lip. She twists and teases your nipples between her fingers, feasting on the sight of your pathetic writhing.
âWanda!â Your movements against her thigh become more frantic, so blissed out you couldnât care about how needy and dumb you must look.
Your hands advance to her biceps, clutching onto her as you try reach the high you so deeply crave. Your heart thuds in your chest, sweat glistening on your forehead and gasping for air. Your tears soak her shirt, hating yourself for giving in to her but also not willing to stop.
âCum, make a mess for me bunny..â Her hand grabs your chin and holds it still. You foolishly kept trying to turn your head, but your actions cease when her hand moves from your chin to wrap around your throat.
âLook at me when you cum.â She forces her face impossibly closer to yours, jutting out her jaw and admiring the sparkling tears falling from your eyes. Her breathing becomes ragged listening to your whines and sobs, the throb between her legs intensifying.
âI donât want to..â
âI donât care if you want to or not. I wonât let you move until you do.â
Your mouth falls open and your eyes roll to the back of your head, her cruel words somehow pushing you over the edge. Everything becomes white, your thighs shake and your body tenses. Waves of pleasure crash down on you, the euphoric feeling pulsing through you from head to toe.
She eagerly watches you fall apart from your first climax, knowing that sheâs not even halfway done with you. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, eyes struggling to stay open and arms spread over the couch.
She carefully pushes her knee further into your pussy, your pleas and protests only making her more excited for what she plans next.
âIâm going to have so much fun with you, angel.â
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Just to be Sure
Your husband Joel is desperate to get you pregnant again.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
CW: Breeding kink smut. Joel really really REALLY wants to knock you up. Lots of pregnancy talk. Reader has given birth before and is at the age where she can give birth again so choose your own adventure for age gap but I picture them about the same age with Joel late 30s. Husband!Joel. No outbreak AU. Creampie. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only
Length: 1k
A/N: Forgive me for this. I am completely baked and couldnât shake the thought of Joel having an insane breeding kink. I think if there was no outbreak and Joel found a woman, heâd be DESPERATE to knock her up over and over. He is all about his family, wants so many kids to look after, heâs always begging her for just one more. This is that Joel. Heâs filthy. I love him. Also I wrote this in an hour and a half while on an edible and barely proofread it fuck if we ball also sorry I wrote it half on my phone in bed OK BYE LOVE YOU!
âFuck, JoelâŚâ
Your voice trailed off, weak and breathless, your hands grasping uselessly at the sheets around you.
You werenât sure how long heâd had you here like this, sweating and fucked out as your husband slowly worked his cock in and out of you. You just knew you had to be quiet, that your one year old was asleep just a room away, a feat that was damn near impossible as Joel pulled yet another orgasm out of you.
âWhat, baby?â He panted over you, one hand gripping the headboard as he buried himself inside you yet again.
âYouâŚâ You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to focus. âYou donât have to get me pregnant to..toâŚtonight, you knowâŚâ
âOh I know,â he said, his voice heavy with need and scratchy with exertion. âWouldnât mind tryinâ with you for a few months, fucking this pretty pussy full of me every damn night, cominâ so deep in you that youâve got part of me in you all day every day.â
âJoel,â you whimpered, you couldnât help it, your pussy drawing tight and hot around him.
âBut, see, Iâm not sure I can wait that long,â he said, pressing somehow deeper into you and holding himself there for a moment, making your cunt clench around him, your legs scrambling for purchase as your next orgasm built higher and higher. âNeed to put another baby in you now, need to see your belly grow, need to fuck you until youâve got part of me in you for damn near a year.â
âOh fuck!â
You moaned it louder than you should have, Joelâs large hand going from propping him up to clamped over your mouth as your orgasm took you, the heat of it shooting out from your core and through your entire being, your heart racing, channel throbbing.
âOh goddamn,â he groaned, fucking into you even harder now. âThatâs right little mama, pull another baby out me, thatâs itâŚâ
âJoel, Joel, Joel,â you panted over and over again into his hand, mind reduced to nothing but your husband and how damn full he made you feel, especially with his bare cock buried deep inside of you.
It had been a year almost to the day that youâd last fucked without a condom. Youâd been right at the end of your pregnancy, desperate for Joel and desperate for something - anything - to kick start your labor. The last time you hadnât needed a condom, your contractions started 20 minutes after it ended.
Ever since, youâd been taking precautions. Not because you didnât want another baby - you definitely did - but because you hadnât gotten the OK from your doctor yet.
Today, that had changed. Youâd gone to your check up and your doctor gave you a clean bill of health, including the OK to start trying to get pregnant again.
Youâd figured Joel would want to get started trying that night. You just hadnât counted on him pulling endless orgasms as a part of trying.
âThink you got one more in you, baby?â He asked, freeing your mouth to run his hand over your hair. You just whimpered. âMâclose, wanna come with you. Come on, you can give me one more, know you can.â
You couldnât find the words as he moved to suck your neck, so you just moaned and nodded and clawed his body closer and tighter to yours.
You could feel him smile against you then, the pace of his pounding cock picking up, the tip of him hitting the spot inside you heâd long ago claimed as his own perfectly with each stroke.
âCome on little mama,â he panted. âTakes better if you come with me, need you to fucking come baby, need to feel you fucking come when I make you pregnant.â
You werenât sure Joel was fully aware of what he was saying but then, you felt like you were moving of your own accord, too, your hips rolling up against his, frantically pawing at him in a desperate attempt to pull him so close that it was like his whole being was inside you.
This orgasm claimed you quickly, going from starting to build to taking over you in a matter of seconds. You barely had a chance to warn Joel before it hit you.
"I'm gonna come," you managed just half a second before your channel started to fluffer around him. "Fuck, I'm coming! I'm coming!"
"Fuck, that's it," he said fucking into you with two more deep, devastating strokes before you could feel his cock throbbing heavily inside, the warm spread of his spend in your most intimate place drawing your orgasm out. "That's it, fuck, come while I put my baby in you."
His cock gave one final, heavy pulse before he collapsed on you, panting for breath as you went limp below him. Even as he lay there, damn near exhausted, he still managed to fuck his cock into you a few more times, driving his come even deeper.
When he was satisfied, he sat up from you and watched between your legs as he slowly, gently pulled his softening length from your aching, swollen sex.
âSo damn pretty like this,â he said almost reverently. You felt the comforting warmth of his come drip out of you and then Joelâs finger was there, scooping it up and gently pushing it back inside your spent hole as it struggled to close after being opened by his thick cock for so long. âGotta keep me deep inside her baby, sâwhere I belong.â
You just whimpered a little, still not positive you could form words as Joel lay beside you, his hand skimming slowly over your stomach down to the place that had grown your first daughter with Joel.
âThink our babyâs in there?â He asked softly, thumb brushing your skin in a gentle rhythm.
âI hope so,â you smiled at him.
âDonât sound like youâre sure,â he smirked a little back. âMight just need to leave more of me in you, just to be sure.â
Your smile grew as his hand slipped lower.
âJust to be sure.â
#fanfic#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x oc#smut fic#breeding kink fic#husband!joel miller
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Wonderful World â JJK One-Shot Series
SUMMARY: The world had gone to shit just like many had theorized. The living was not only fighting the dead, but they were also fighting against themselves and each other. Jeon Jungkook has been in the field by himself for months, living off of scraps, his own rules of survival, and barely enough water. Along the way, he finds a ditzy girl spoiled girl ironically Princess and her crusty white dog. He understood they'd be a handful, but he was Jeon Jungkook, and he could handle anything.
RATING: 18+ (im not the momma you are in control of what you consume.)
PAIRING: Jeon Jungkook x Bimbo!reader
CONTENT WARNING: apocalypse!au, gore, blood, ditzy!reader, angst, slow burn, eventual established relationship, jungkook is sighing every three seconds, eventual smut, crusty white dog (yes that's a warning), minor character death, named reader, corrupt dystopian society, meanie jungkook, princess is just a girl, more to be added AUTHORS NOTE: i am back in my zombie apocolyse era!!!! this is heavily inspired by zombie land because i love it sososo much. the post for this story will be in shorts pushing 1k- 3k? words and my ask box is always open to request and thoughts for this series. If you are new to my blog welcome hottie! be sure to check out my other works, you"ll love it over here xxx
Jungkook had strict rules.
Four sips of water a day, only eat when his stomach is cramped to the point of when he couldn't walk, never sleep over an hour, don't let anyone in. He didn't need extra weight slowing him down from his destination. Was he being hard on himself? Maybe. Since losing his group in an unexpected ambush all those months ago he couldn't bring himself to be softer on his habits even if he had more than enough resources to keep him alive and breathing for the year. He was guilty, and angry. Angry at himself and angry at the world for what it had come too. Despite his personal angst Jungkook refused to die holding onto the hope he would finally reunite with his six soulmates.
Another unspoken rule of his was to never walk upon the main roads. Stay away from those maniacs dressed in military clothes and those who drove military trucks. So he stuck to the shadows, camouflage into the trees with stealthy movements. Quick and quiet, never stay in one place longer than two days. He's been in here for at least a day spending that time securing the area and everything around it before he could properly set up his base in the abandoned thrift store he found. Hopefully he could get as much rest as a person could during the end of the world. As he tracked back to his base swiftly moving through the tree-line with the new finds he managed to scavenge. He stopped when he heard a squeal that didn't sound like the parasites that took over the world. Peeking through the green he saw a woman. A frown taking over his handsome features as his eyes rake her clothing.
A tiny pink cropped tank top, tight denim shorts that had jeweled pockets, ripped black fishnets and wedged heels that threw him off more than the unethical outfit. On her back was a clear backpack and inside was a tiny sleeping dog who was unaware of the life or death circumstances their owner happened to be in. Surrounding her were geeks groaning and growling, taking swipes at her. Their only objective is to eat,eat, eat.
Jungkook didnât deal with other people, for obvious reasons but he was still the selfless Jeon Jungkook who couldnât turn his back on anyone, especially a woman clearly in need of his help. So he quickly jumped from the trees, holding onto his crow bar tightly and as he approached the woman and the group of zombies.
Until she screeched, "You broke my nail" pulling out a knife from her thigh garter taking down all four of the dead. Breathing heavily she blew a curl from her face as she turned, jumping at the sight of Jungkook's large frame looming over her with his crowbar up as if he was ready to attack her. She squeaks gathering herself into a tiny fighting position as she points her knife at him and he notices the handle was decorated with a dark skinned hello kitty print.
âYouâre literally so sexy. Iâd let you kill me as long as Iâm in a chokehold.â Her big brown eyes trailed to his beefy tattooed and tanned arms causing his eyebrows to shoot up in surprise. Clearing his throat he put his weapon down turning on his thick soled heels back into the ditch disappearing into the greenery. She wasnât in any danger anymore so he wasnât needed.
âYou know itâs not very nice to leave a lady unattended in the middle of a road especially during an apco-" he was quick to grab her, shoving her down against the tree trunk. He smacked against her mouth, as a group of military men began to drive along the side of the road closest to them. His eyes met her wide ones as she blinked her wispy lashes at him. His gaze trails over the freckles that danced over her button nose, and cheeks, slight blood splatter caked there along with her forehead. She giggles quickly as he removes his hand from her mouth revealing a bright and pearly smile.
"Kinky." his lip curls in annoyance as he turns his back on her again.
âYou canât just leave us! Me and Minnie are great company.â He stopped walking when he heard the name of her dog minnie. Who's been surprisingly quiet through the whole ordeal. Looking over his shoulder at her, he then shaking his head, he continued on taking longer steps.
âOkay I get it silent and boarding, dark and mysterious, tall, tanned, and handsome.She rambled on scurrying behind him.
âWhew you know what hulk- ACK!â a thud echoed through the trees making him turn seeing her fallen to her knees in mud. She sniffles as she tries to stand on her feet, failing miserably only getting her hands dirty in the process.
"They leave me all alone, take my stuff, then I break a freaking nail because of those nasty freaks, now I'm covered in mud following around an avenger who doesn't even. . ."
She's fully sobbing now, fat tears falling down her chubby cheeks as she gives up moving. "Just strike me downnnn"
Again his selfless heart was aching as he winced. He grumbles as he stomps towards her reaching his own hand out for her to take, after all this he couldn't find it in himself to just leave her not now. She sniffles as she looks up at him, then stares at his hand. With another pretty smile she takes it, letting him pull her upright, allowing her to rub her muddy hands on his black tank top with a defeated sigh.
âThanks Thor.â
Huffing he began walking again this time slower so she wouldn't lose him. As he gets to the brick wall that seperates the forest from the store. She stares up at it and swallows hard. âHow are we gonna get up there?â
Rolling his eyes Jungkook pulls his backpack off of his back, throwing it over the wall. He reaches towards her and she gasp, âYou are not throwing my precious Minnie over that wall!â Stepping back from him a pout set on her lips. He shrugs and begins to climb up, leaving her there to watch as he disappears over the wall. Pouting and huffing, she removes her backpack from her back, strapping it in the front just in case she falls on her ass. âI'm way too pretty for thisâ
Scaling the wall she walked along it ignoring Hulks loud huffs and tapping of his boots. That's when she found a hole there big enough for her to fit through happily making her way through.
Jungkook might just leave her there on the other side of the wall. Hopefully she'll use whatever's there in her brain to find her way over the wall with her crusty white dog who he wished he could sleep like. He jumps at the tap on his shoulder turning to her standing behind him hands behind her back as she gave him a closed lip smile puffing the apples of her cheeks rocking back and forth on her wedges. âGuess what hulky.â
He raises a pierced eyebrow as she points in the direction she came from. âFound a hole in the wall!! You didn't even have to climb over silly.â
The happiness in her face fell as Jungkooks face hardened. Storming over to the said hold, cursing. He could have sworn he sweep the whole perimeter. How could this have gotten under his nose? He turns back to you standing pouty and confused. Since the first time meeting him Jungkook opens his mouth to speak.
âGood job princessâ his voice deep and hoarse from not using it for months.
"OMG how'd you know my name" She smiles practically bouncing on her feet from the praise and his attention, twirling on a piece of her hair like a school girl with a crush. Shaking his head he turned back to fix the wall.
Inside of the thrift store, Jungkook listened quietly to her ramble about her love for thrifting and how she would rather thrift than online shop. Then he watched her get teary eyed again over not being able to online shop anymore. âIt's just not fair!!! Like I was living the most barbie dream girl life, ya know?â
Accepting the tissue he handed to her staring at the sleeping dog in her lap. âThen bam the Internet shuts off, then boom my freaking neighbor tries to eat me.â
âLike I'm just a girl! I'm not fit for this at all.â Blowing her nose into the tissues finishing her tantrum while Jungkook debated on what to say. âI watched you knife four geeks by yourself, I think you're doing pretty good.â
â Really?â
âReally?â
She giggles sniffing, as she held out her hand. âIâm Princess Marie sorry for the late introduction âs very rude.
Clasping his hand into hers, âJeon Jungkook. Don't worry about it too much.â
His gaze drifted to her bloody broken nail.
âLet's clean this up, kay?â
Eagerly she nodded dark curls bouncing.
âMmkay kookieâ
Jungkook wouldn't admit it out loud but being in the presence of another human being that wasn't trying to kill him was nice. He knew that princess and her crusty dog would be a handful but he was willing to deal with it. Plus he missed being called by his favorite nickname.
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Pairing: Porn Star! Spencer Reid x fem! Reader
For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge
Summary: For work experience, you take a job working the cameras on a porn shoot, but after becoming suddenly attracted to a new coworker, you shortly find yourself as a fluffer, the person whose job it is to keep the "talent" aroused between takes.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Porn AU, College AU kinda, exhibitionism, oral sex (f receiving), consensual voyeurism, masturbation (male), blow job, deep throating, messy orgasm.
A/N: Well, look at where we are. I think this actually counts as my first Alternate Universe fic, which is crazy all things considered. I'm really enjoying the Kink Bingo Challenge as it's leading me to so many new ideas for fics!! I hope you all enjoy this one đĽ°
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Being a college student still at age 25 meant many things, but mostly, it meant you had friends at many different stages of their lives. Some were fresh out of high school halls, enjoying their first taste of freedom, some were enjoying their first drops of alcohol. Some were giving up alcohol for good and starting families.Â
Some of them were successful porn stars who'd funded their own start-up porn production company. It certainly was one way to use a film degree. You knew a professor or two who would enjoy her work more than half your syllabus as well.Â
Candi Rapper had become famous doing cam shows in her first year of college and had gone all-in after graduation. You'd shared a few classes in the early days, before you took a break from college for financial reasons, of course. By the time you'd gone back, she was a big time and now in the position to offer you a job.Â
âOne of my crews is down a cameraman this weekend. If you're open to it, I pay a fair wage?â she'd offed at your weekly brunch.Â
âWill you be the star?â You joked back with her.Â
âYou wish.âÂ
You took the job, of course, along with a ride from Candi (her name was Kate, but you'd let her pretend) and pulled up on site bright and alert at 7am.Â
The set was a large mansion - typical, Candi said - and you'd be mostly shooting in the living room - typical, Candi said. You'd had to tell her after her second typical that you were, in fact, an adult and had seen at least one porno before until she cut out pornsplaining everything to you. She introduced you to the key staff and the director, and they got you set up at your camera.Â
âThe shoot today is going to be around 5 hours. You'll be on camera three. The papers in front have your cues and directions. You can have some free time until we start. There's a breakfast spread in the kitchen, help yourself.â
Not one to turn down free food, you bee-lined there and stood awkwardly in line for the coffee with the dozen or so other crew members, eyeing up the take-out pancakes organised across the granite surface.Â
âYour first time?â An older man asked from behind you, smiling in a friendly manner.Â
âYou can tell?âÂ
âYou're thinking about eating the pancakes, and the rest of us are remembering the scene filmed there last weekend," as if on queue, a shiver ran down his spine. "Yeah, we can tell.â You laughed along with the man's joke and finally grabbed your coffee.Â
Luck just wasn't on your side, though, as you turned and immediately ran into someone immediately sloshing the coffee onto your shirt.Â
âOh my god, I am so - I'm so sorry, I need to watch where I'm going.âÂ
You'd run into 6â3â of lanky, awkward male perfection. He looked young, your age or younger most likely, and was fidgeting as he stood, the most obviously uncomfortable person in the building.
Your first thought was âIs he lost?â closely followed by âCan I beg him to get lost in a linen closet somewhere with me?âÂ
He grabbed a handful of tissues from the counter nearby and began attempting to wipe away the coffee you'd spilt down yourself, completely unaware that he was fondling your breasts in his haste to do so.Â
âSlow down there, tiger, shoot doesn't start for another half hour,â you said, winking at him as you took the tissues from his panicked hands and dried yourself as best you could.Â
âI know, I memorised the call sheet. Who are you?â His question was blunt, but you weren't taken aback at all, your smile even deepening as you enjoyed his subtle attention.Â
âI'm Y/N. It's my first time.âÂ
He spluttered, coming up with an answer to that, and you immediately cursed yourself for the slip.Â
âMy first time on set, not my- I'm 25. Not that age determines experience per say but-â
âI'm 22. And my name is Spencer,â he said, grasping your hand and shaking it.Â
âSo, it's your first time on set?â He asked, relaxing more into the conversation as he stepped closer to you, letting the other staff members come and go from the kitchen.Â
âYeah. My friend offered me the job, you know Candi?âÂ
He nodded but didn't speak, so you continued.Â
âShe thought the experience would be good for me. And the cash. Gotta put myself through college somehow, and it was this or stripping.âÂ
He laughed, and you felt a flash of warmth in your stomach, a familiar hunger spreading across your lower body. Maybe it was just the atmosphere of the set, but the air was charged with arousal.Â
âWell, you're certainly attractive enough to do both jobs. I'm sure the camera is going to love you,â he said, sounding so genuine and enthusiastic that you almost felt bad you had to correct him.
âOh! Oh, no, Spencer, I'm not - I'm, uh, I'm going to be behind the camera. Behind camera number two.âÂ
His face instantly flushed, and you thought you saw a pang of disappointment there for a second, too. The thought of him being disappointed made your skin heat, that he'd been looking forward somehow to watching you get fucked? Your cunt throbbed and suddenly, you found you did wish to display yourself, to let everyone see if it meant that he got to.
âI am so sorry. I didn't - I thought⌠No, I didn't think, I⌠I'll shut up now, please excuse me-âÂ
âNo, Spencer, wait-âÂ
You tried to call after him, but he sent you an embarrassed smile and walked off in haste, leaving you behind as the director called people to their places.Â
You were still flushed with arousal as you moved to your station, getting your camera ready for filming. You were distracted even as the scene started, and the female actress came on set, already stripped down to her underwear and touching herself, teasing the camera.Â
Surprisingly, you found the work easy enough, too busy focusing on the settings and the gaze of the camera to even care about what was going on down the lens. She was moaning and writhing and gasping sure, to the benefit of the cameras, and although strangely intimate, nobody in the room seemed bothered, so neither did you.Â
Or neither did you until the actual scenario started, and your actress got âcaughtâ doing the dirty by the needy boy next door. You hadn't looked at the call sheet closely enough as Spencer peeped through the door to the bedroom, entering the scene not by accident but as a scripted part of the show.Â
Your eyes bulged out of your head as you immediately looked down to your prompt sheet to find his name there.Â
LEAD ACTOR: SPENCER REID
His stage name was scribbled next to that, but you paid it no attention as you steadied your camera again and got to filming seriously again.Â
The actress had pulled his glasses off and led him to the bed, letting him keep on his sweater vest and tie as she pulled his head between her legs, and he started doing his job.Â
Even from your view to the side of him, you could tell this wasn't his first time doing that. His tongue spread across the expanse of her heat, first, letting her grind into his face, getting comfortable before he snaked a hand up to her stomach and held her in place for as long as he so desired.
Then, he rolled her clit into his mouth and sucked. The fake moans and whimpers suddenly became real as you saw the sheer skill of his tongue ripple through the woman's body.Â
You couldn't even be jealous at this point, despite how much you sorely wished that were you on the bed. Surely no girl had resorted to porn out of pure horny desire before, right?Â
After a while of letting her gasp and moan under his tongue, Spencer's fingers curled inside the other woman as well. The director called cut, and he kept his fingers there, even as they walked him through the next few shots, and instructed him to unzip his pants in the next few clips.Â
âShit,â you muttered to yourself as the cameras started rolling again, and he did finally free himself from his tight khakis.Â
You knew you'd probably sign up for whatever was on offer at this company next to see that gift again. Spencer wasn't an impressive size or girth, nothing so alien or out of the ordinary that it only belonged in porn. It was just that his cock looked so⌠pretty.Â
He was an inch or two longer than any man you'd ever been with, you were sure, but his cock seemed to have an air of dignity about it.Â
You had to stop yourself at that thought. Dignity? Really? You were working part-time on a porn set, and there was suddenly dignity involved?Â
You rolled your shoulders back and tried to find your earlier unbothered attitude. But with his cock in his hands and his face slick with female arousal, you really couldn't bring yourself to think about anything less than his fingers roughly finger-fucking you.Â
You tried to close your eyes to it, to be blind, but the wet, sticky sounds only distracted you and you found yourself soon swaying, swaying, swaying until you had to catch yourself before the camera dropped.Â
With a shout of âyes, baby, yes,â the female star came on his face, sending up a furret of fluids as he just kept diligently stroking his cock, only stopping at the director's final yell of âCUT.â
âPerfect guys, let's get her up and drinking water again. You need to stay hydrated after all that,â he joked, a PA walking over to pass the actress a robe and a bottle of water as she walked off set.Â
You relaxed for a second, trying to find your quickest route out of the room so you wouldn't have to drool over the man's cock so obviously any more.Â
âFLUFFER? Where's the fluffer?â The director yelled, looking around for someone who obviously wasn't there yet.Â
âWell?â
Still, no one arrived to do whatever job they needed doing, and you felt desperate for escape.Â
âNew girl, would you mind?â Some crew member called out from the sidelines, nodding at you.Â
âOh, uh, sure,â you said, hoping that whatever job you agreed to would get you far enough from this room and the heat between your legs as possible. You were not a prude, and you would not bolt from your very first film shoot.Â
âGreat, get on the bed and keep the boy company,â the director said before exiting the room.Â
You were absolutely on board with becoming a prude and bolting the scene as fast as your legs could carry you. Unfortunately, eight people still sat around, monitoring equipment and chatting on their breaks, and so you were forced to comply with the task.Â
âWe meet again,â you greeted the man stiffly as you found him on the bed, an apprehensive, tight smile on his own face.
âYou don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable, I can keep myself⌠occupied.âÂ
You noticed then that his hand was still wrapped around his cock, giving it slow strokes, not enough to tip him over the edge, but just enough to maintain the erection.Â
âSo the flufferâŚ.?âÂ
âPrepares the actors for the next scene? I need to stay- let say in shape.âÂ
His face flushed crimson as your gaze slipped down to his cock in his hand.Â
âSo you want me to-âÂ
âNO. No, I usually only talk to the Fluffers. Look at them, you know?âÂ
You nodded and found yourself suddenly going still, watching his face contort with pleasure as his eyes raked over your chest and legs.Â
You couldn't help but let your eyes dart south again, and fuck did you wish you hadn't. His spare hand fisted the sheets as he stroked himself gently, practically taunting himself with the light touch.Â
âYou do this often?â you asked, trying to pretend you were open to having a normal conversation even while your brain begged you to climb into his lap and sink down as fast as you could.Â
âYou mean maaturbate or the porn thing?âÂ
âPorn.âÂ
âNo. No, I come in for a shoot every few months. One of these shoots tends to fund another semester of my PhD, so-âÂ
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were impressed by that admission, but your predominate thought was still âshit, shit, shit, shit.âÂ
âThat's impressive,â you said, only catching your words as they tripped out of your mouth. âTHE PHD! The PhD, I mean not your⌠penis? Not that it isnât appealing, or- or-.âÂ
You tried your hardest to use the most clinical word you could, distancing yourself from the honeyed words you so wanted to drop in his ear to get him to crawl further up the bed and entice him to make his own scene with you.Â
âThank you. It's my third,â he said, slightly more relaxed now that you were the flustered one.Â
âPhD that is. Not cock. I only have one of these.âÂ
âOne is enough,â you say, unable to stop the words tumbling out as your eyes again find themselves following each pump of his hand up and down his cock. Inwardly, you curse your friend for starting up her stupid business and paying you to simply exist in the same hemisphere as this man without being able to ride him.Â
âDo you want to touch it?â He asked, blurting the words out suddenly. As if God had answered your prayers, your heart leapt up into your throat, your pussy clenching around nothing as you shifted your hips closer to him.Â
You'd thought then that you'd quite enjoy bouncing on that thing yourself, but a handshake would have to do.
âSo you have to stay hard, but-âÂ
âBut it's best I don't cum, yeah.â
âOkay. Noted.â
Slowly, you reached out a hand and gently wrapped each finger around the tip of his cock. He released himself and wrapped his now free hand around yours, setting the pace for you quickly as he engaged you in conversation again.Â
âSo, where are you from?â He asked, as inept at small talk as you felt in that second.Â
You answered him without a fuss and returned the question. Las Vegas. That seemed to check out with how easily he'd broken into porn. There was always something happening in that city.Â
"How'd you get into the business?"
"Well, Vegas, you know. A producer saw a group of... street ladies offer me a freebie and gave me his card."
You went back and forth on questions like that for a few minutes before you noticed he was coughing every few seconds to mask moans and groans, evidently too into this to request you stop.Â
âIs it okay toâŚCan I touch you?â He asked, sounding very afraid of rejection at that second.Â
âOh, um, yes. That'd only be fair, right?âÂ
He ran a hand up your waist to the curve of your breast and pressed his fingers into one, digging into the skin as though it were a pillow, and he was testing it before he fell head first into it.Â
Maybe that was just wishful thinking, though.Â
Temporarily, you let go of him, popping the front buttons of your blouse until he could freely see all of your black and red bra, and feast on the tops of your dusty nipples, peaking out just above each cup.
You heard him inhale sharply, even as he tried to hide it, but you didn't care, too transfixed on the precum decorating his tip.Â
âWould you mind-â You started, but cut yourself off quickly, biting your lower lip.Â
âMind?âÂ
âCan I suck it?â
You didn't know where it came from because there were probably half a dozen other people still in the room, and mostly men. But dear god, he looked delicious, and you wanted just a little sample.Â
âFuck yes,â he said, finally giving in and letting out a whole gust of breath as he slumped down a bit further, no longer holding himself rigid. âNo, no, actually, please do. I'm begging, I'll beg-âÂ
You cut him off by pushing yourself to your knees and crawling in between his, and seconds later, you were licking the length of his cock from the base of his balls all the way to that precious drop of precum.Â
Hard, but no cumming. You could do that. You'd never done it before, preferring to fully pleasure sexual partners any chance you got, but there was no time like the present to start learning.Â
Slowly, you wrapped your lips around his tip and sank down, taking one inch, then another, and then another. When you reached the base of his cock, you pushed that little bit further down, calming yourself and going slowly so you didn't gag, nose pushing into his neat public hair before pulling away just as slowly and doing it again.Â
You took him as deep down your throat as you could manage, and suddenly, it was like everything that kept your conversation casual and civil earlier had flown out the door. He threw his head back, fisted his hand in your hair, and moaned deep.Â
The sound shook you so much you almost pushed a hand into your own underwear and started fucking yourself, needing to prepare yourself for him like a good girl.Â
Around you, you could hear signs of the shoot starting back up again, people finding their places, still all but ignoring you deep-throating a porn star.Â
Spencer's breaths grew more rapid as you sucked him, hips becoming restless as he tried to lift up into your mouth, hand in your hair tightening as you realised your mistake.Â
You pulled off his cock and grasped it again, stroking it slowly, but it was too late. With a sharp moan and a twitch of his hips, Spencer so prettily decorated your chin and chest. His cum dripped down your face, hitting your cleavage and pushing further down to stain your nice black laced underwear white.
âFuck! Sorry, I wasn't meant to do that, let me get some - Can I get a towel please? A baby wipe? Some tissue, anything?â His voice was panicked, but his hand on your head relaxed, and he brushed your hair gently behind your ear, as if comforting you.Â
He was panicked, for sure, but the crew calmly handed him everything he needed, as if they'd been in anticipation of just this thing happening. You supposed they probably were, this being a porn set. You were sure you were supposed to clean yourself up, but instead, he grabbed a wet tissue, leaving the pack just out of your reach.
He managed to clean your face off a bit before the director returned to the room with a laugh. Running a hand through his hair and messing it up slightly, the director turned back to you.
âWe're five minutes out from shoot time,â he said, shaking his head. You started to apologise, but he stopped you with a hand.Â
âNew girl, work whatever magic you just did and get him hard again. Five minutes.âÂ
âW-What?â You spluttered, trying your best to rise from your knees, but ultimately failing. You were either stiff from the position or just weak with arousal.Â
âHe just came, I don't think I can-â
â10 pictures I've done with that kid, and I haven't seen him cum that quickly ever before in my life. And certainly not just for some kitten licks. Do it.â
You turned back to Spencer, his cum still trickling down your chest, creating an almost uncomfortable stiffness as it dried up.Â
âPleasure working with you?â You said, not-so-secretly ecstatic that you got to sample him once more.Â
âI'll be in your care,â he replied, as you begin softly kissing the head of his cock again, tipping his head back again and losing himself in the pleasure or your tongue.
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Ideas From a Book - A.H
a/n: im writing what i want !!!!!!!!!!!!! i have a gun kink SUE ME !!! if you don't like it don't read it !!!!!!!
anyhow HAPPY READING
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pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader
summary: in which hotch comes home to find you reading and finds out you have a gun kink
warnings: 18+ MDNI, a lot going on here yall idk, gun going in ur vag, reader loves smut she's just like me fr, gun kink!, dirty talk, established relationship, yada yada
wc: 2.3k
When Hotch returned home from work, the ritual he had was comforting in its predictability: shedding his coat and shoes, setting down his briefcase, and locking up his gun. Then, he'd find you, as he always did, nestled into the couch, book in hand.Â
It was something he could count on, as reliable as the sun rising in the morning. Your bookshelf was a spectrum of genres--science fiction, poetry, mystery, historical, fantasy--name it, you've likely read it. Among these, he had noticed a trend--your favoritism for romance. It was fitting, as you've always been an ardent believer in fairytales and happy endings. It was a belief he intended to uphold, a fairytale ending he was set on creating for you.Â
The book you held today had a cover he didn't recognize. He cleared his throat, announcing his arrival. Your eyes met his in an instant, and he was struck anew by just how pretty you are. Effortlessly so. He told you as much, though you seldom accepted the compliment.Â
"Hi, handsome," you said, infusing your words with honey as you folded the corner of your page and laid the book aside. Spencer would scold you for that. "How was work?"
A shrug rolled off his shoulders, fingers working to loosen the tie that felt like a noose after a long day. Stepping further into the living room, he sighed, "Heavy with paperwork."
"That's no fun," you said, lips curving into a delicate pout.Â
It was an invitation he couldn't ignore. Leaning in, his hands found your face, and as your lips met, you giggled, pulling back just enough to study his face, the harsh lines under his eyes, reading the fatigue on his features like a well-thumbed novel.Â
"What are you reading?" he questioned, easing down next to you, the couch dipping to his weight.Â
You dodged his eyes, fingers absently fidgeting with your earlobe as you gave him a half-smile, tilting the book just enough so he couldn't catch the title. Â
"Just some romance book," you admitted, with a slight uptick in your voice. "Garcia recommended it."
He regarded you with a contemplative frown. Normally, a book you would have gone on for hours, detailing every character, plot twist, and subplot, dissecting its layers and intricacies in exhaustive detail.Â
Aaron watched as you placed the book on the side table, movements deliberate. You positioned yourself across his lip, a seemingly innocent distraction. It almost worked. Your soft thighs sinking into his calloused hands, as if they were crafted just for him. He recognized your ploy, though, giving your leg a squeeze a little tighter than necessary.Â
You leaned in, your breath tinged with the minty traces of your afternoon tea, a detail as intimate as any secret shared between lovers. He nipped at your lip, a gentle diversion, as his hand crept towards the book.
You wriggled in his hold, vying to get there first, but he was faster. Much faster at that, although you loved to challenge him on that. He secretly loved when you did. He loved you.Â
"What are you doing?" Your voice was rising in a panicked pitch. You stretched your hand out, trying to reclaim it, but he kept it just beyond reach.
Aaron's arm formed a band around you, effectively pinning your arms to your torso while you writhed within his grasp. A groan was stifled in his throat. "Quit that."
You smiled, a hint of tease in the curve of your lips and stilled. You were acutely aware of the effect you had on him, and it was a feat achieved with little effort.Â
"Why are you being so secretive about this?"
He nodded to the book. The cover was unassuming, black with a smattering of designs that sprawled across it. It looked like any other book you read.
"I'm not being secretive," you insisted, deliberately avoiding his probing gaze. "You're just being nosy."
"Oh, am I?" He couldn't help but laugh, nose crinkling as he dismissed the notion with a shake of his head.
You nodded, not saying anything in response. He thumbed through the book, opening it to a random page.
"Wait--," you pleaded, but his attention was already glued to the ink. You wrapped yourself around him, your face buried in the folds of his crisp dress shirt as you murmured into the fabric, "please don't."
His arm shifted from your waist to cradle the back of your neck. "Gasping at the cool metal of the gun running across my belly, I want him press it into my panties."
Your breath caught, warmth flooding your cheeks as you pressed your face deeper into his chest. "Aaron, stop."
But he didn't, of course, he was far too intrigued.
"Parting my legs, I roll into the metal. He runs it back and forth across my pussy, wetting it against the barrel to my entrance," He continued, wetting the pad of his thumb as he turned the page, eyes meeting yours.Â
He cocked an eyebrow as if waiting for your response. You didn't give him one, huffing a sigh as you plucked the book from his hands and flung it onto the cushions of the couch.
"Are you...into this?" He articulated each word with deliberate slowness, as if navigating a minefield. "This is a little intense."
You groan, tucking your chin down to your chest as you fought against the tingling sensation clawing up your spine.
"I don't know." The words tumbled out in a murmur, a feeble shield against the embarrassment flooding your senses.
It was the truth. You didn't know. Ink on a page was a far cry from reality. Nonetheless, your recent daydreams were filled with images of Aaron with his gun. God, forbid you see him on duty.
He shifted you off his lap, and you felt the corners of your mouth turn downward involuntarily. You watched his retreating figure vanish down the hall, your thoughts racing at breakneck speed, gripped by the fear that you had scared him off, that this was his tipping point.
The welling tears were poised to fall, but they paused as he came back into view. Holding his gun.
Your breath halted, a knot forming in your throat as you clumsily rose to your knees on the couch, your eyes wide and transfixed on him.
You watched, more like ogled, as he methodically removed the magazine, opening the action and ejecting the cartridges of the gun, putting the safety into place. Your throat felt dry. His advance towards you was predatory, a slow march that rekindled a well-known flutter in your stomach.
"Aaron?"
He stepped in front of you, the firearm dangling loosely at his side. You gazed up at him, peering through the shelter of your lashes.
"Do you want me to fuck you with this?"
You knew you said you didn't know if this was something you were into, yet here you were, retracting every syllable. Suddenly so incredibly turned on it almost hurt.
You nodded vigorously, your enthusiasm outpacing your self-awareness.
The look he gave you was one you recognized instantly, eliciting yet another soft pout before you gave in. "Yes, please, Aaron."
"Good girl," he said, making your heart skip a beat as he pressed the nose of the gun into your chest, forcing you backward. "Always so good for me."
You nodded again, even though there was no need to, but you weren't really focused on his words. You were focused on the gun pressing into your body, imagining it pressed against your clit, up your pussy.
"You're sure, um," you managed, trying to catch your breath, pausing in the middle of your sentence to clear your throat, "that all the safety stuff is on?"
You sounded dumb, you were aware, but all intellectual thoughts were out the window.
He let out a deep chuckle, the sound sending another wave of desire straight to your core. "Yes, baby, all of the safety stuff is on."
"Okay, good."
He pressed his lips to yours, the gun still flush against your chest, now grazing your nipple as you arched into him.
He pulled back only enough to speak into your mouth. "What's your safe word?"
"Mercy."
He hummed in response, fingers threading through your hair as he pushed the barrel of the gun down your stomach. You froze, a subtle gap forming between your lips as your eyes remained locked on the motion.
He brought his mouth to your ear, nipping at the skin lightly as he pushed the metal further down your body, lifting the hem of your shirt with it. You gasped at the feeling, pulling your bottom lip through your teeth as you tried to hide just how affected you were.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes." It was immediate. Without hesitation.
He kissed your lips, gentle and unhurried, as if he was savoring the sensation, like he thought I might crumble under too much pressure. He might be right.
"Take these off."
His gun pressed against the waistband of your shorts. You didn't waste a second, lifting your hips and shimmying out of the fabric. A sound of approval vibrated from his throat, his fingers entwining in your hair, gently drawing your face closer to his.
"Are you sure about this?"
A nod came naturally, followed by a yes breathed out like a prayer, as your eyes trailed down to in between your thighs where the gun was now sitting.Â
"Aaron, I need it."
"Oh, you need it, huh?" He tsked his tongue, running the nose of the gun over your clothed heat. "I can tell."
You let out a sharp gasp, bucking your hips into the device as you met his eyes, willing him to keep going. You had never been more turned on in your life. His hand moved from your neck to the small of your waist, pinning you in place. With one hand. Fuck.
He laid the gun beside your hip on the couch in order to pull your panties off. You squirmed at the rush of cold air encompassing between your thighs. His eyes were glued to your pussy, tongue darting out to swipe across his lips.
"Christ sweetheart," he hissed, sliding one finger through your slit, showing you the moisture you had produced. "Needy girl."
"Aaron, please." You needed something inside of you.
He laughed, at your expense, but you didn't care, concentrated on his hand grabbing the Glock and repeating the action his finger just did.
You choked out a sound, stuttering against the touch. He in a merciful mood apparently, pushing the gun slowly into your sopping cunt. You were writhing against it, your mouth parted as you tried to get used to the foreign object.
"You okay?" He asked, pausing his motions, giving you a second to adjust.
You swallowed; gaze drawn down to where he was sliding the gun into you. You bit down on your lip hard enough to draw blood.
"Yes."
"You can take it," he said, but the way the firearm was stretching you made you unsure.
It wasn't the size necessarily, but the way the groves and magazine were cramming into you was making hold your breath, which him being him he noticed immediately.
His hand rested gently against the pouch of your stomach. "Breathe."
The pent-up breath escaped your lips, and he rewarded you by sinking the gun further into your pussy. You fingers wrapped around his biceps, the tips digging slightly into the constellation of freckled skin.
One final thrust and it was fully in you. You could feel every groove and contour of it, cunt clenching and unclenching at the sensation.Â
"Look at you," he drawled, beginning to fuck you with it. It transcended the prose of any book, a sensation that no array of printed words could fully capture. "You like that?"
Nodding was your only recourse, mouth hanging pathetically open as you moaned and whined. You were in a daze-like state, every sound and motion involuntary.
"This is the Glock 17," he explained, thrusting the gun faster, causing you to tighten your hands around his neck, bringing him so close his words were melting into your skin. "It feeds from a staggered-column magazine that has a 17-round capacity. It sends 115 gr bullets downrange at about 1200 feet per second."
You could feel your arousal leaking to your thighs, coating his forearm in the process, but that would never stop him.
"This gun has taken the lives of nineteen unsubs."
You know this should make you coil away, that it should feel wrong somehow, but all you felt was that growing tightness in your core, your legs shaking, your chest rising and falling at a more rapid pace.
"You don't even care, do you? All you care about is getting yourself off." His chuckles wove through his words, and his motions didn't falter, intent of ushering you to your peak. "My dirty girl."
You were so close, the edges of the gun managing to hit every spot just right.
"Come on, honey."
Fuck. You let out another strangled gasp, way louder than intended as your back arched like a string of a bow, and then suddenly you released.
A prism of colors exploded behind your squeezed eyes. A collage of musical notes falling over your ears. Your whole body was being ignited as you gushed around the gun.
"Christ." His new favorite word as of late. He withdrew the weapon from you.
You let out a subdued hum, propping yourself on your elbows, your eyes lazily rising to meet his with a tender flutter.
"You're so pretty," he murmured, the compliment settling on you like dew on morning flowers. Your gaze caught the gun, now bathed in a liquid gloss, cradled in his hands.
"Oh my god," you said, hand covering your mouth.
He laughed softly, placing it on the coffee table before his lips brushed against yours, a soft and measured caress that belied his previous urgency.
"You might need a new one," you said sheepishly, heat creeping into your ears as he pressed another soft kiss to your cheek.
"Absolutely not," he murmured into your flushed skin. "It just became my gun of choice."
You were going to give him the best head of his life.
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Loathe to Love
Aemond Targaryen x Strong Reader Tag List
Synopsis: Seeking forgiveness is not a thing Aemond bothers himself with, but that quickly changes when he deeply offended you.
Warnings: ÂżSofter Aemond?, Mature, 18+, P in V Sex, Fingering, Oral Sex (F receiving), Targcest, Not ProofreadÂ
Word Count: 6,411
Prequel: Blessed Curse
A/N: Based on a request where they wanted "Reader is Rhaenyra's daughter, who, like her brothers, doesn't have Valyrian characteristics. A scene like at dinner, in which Aemond accuses his nephews of being strong and, consequently, his wife too." (!Not related to the past two fics that were Aemond x Reader Wife!)
A blessing or a curse? Neither of you knew how to take and label this marriage devised by your grandsire. It was a final plea to unite your estranged family, offering you as Aemondâs bride because the Kingâs fading mind was still set on how you and Aemond were entirely fond of each other in childhood. However, that sentiment had completely changed during the fateful night in Driftmark. Whatever fondness you and your uncle had in childhood had rolled away with the tides in your supposed fatherâs home. Affection turned into animosity, and animosity quickly turned into resentment.
However, with the marriage you and Aemond were succumbed to, you both tried your most ardent effort to work through past differences. And with half a year since your union, you and Aemond had almost fully buried the grievances you harbored against each other. Gone now was the reluctant prince who stood by the end of Sept waiting for his bride, who was practically dragged down the aisle. Looks of unbridled hatred had faded and turned to looks of passion and longing. Deep-rooted loathing was slowly fading into love that both of you had yet to admit to the other.Â
You broke fast in the gardens with your husband, a daily tradition that you and him established since the first days of your marriage. Most of the time, it would be just the two of you, but on some days, you two would be joined by his siblings and his mother, who surprisingly did not hold such great bitterness for you when compared to other members of your kin. And on a day such as this, you were joined by the queen and her only daughter, Helaena. âI saw the maids preparing some of the guest chambers. Are we to host a lord and their house, my Queen?â You asked your mother through marriage with a tilt of your head, your hand intertwined with your husbandâs under a table, hidden from anyoneâs view.Â
Aemond raised his eye from the book he was reading and placed it on his mother. âNot particularly guests⌠your mother and your brothers are set to visit,â She replied, and your brows shot up in surprise. Aemond turned to you, plush lips agape in shock. âDid you not know?â The queen asked, and you shook your head. âNo⌠they had not written to me about such matters,â You said, your lips twitching into a smile of excitement as you had terribly missed our family. You turned to your husband; whatever reaction he had was hidden behind his ever-stoic expression. However, you did feel his hold on your hand grow tighter. Though his animosity towards you had died with every kiss shared and every hour spent in each otherâs arms, you could not say that that would be the case for the other members of your family. You could practically feel the tantalizing anger within radiating off him.Â
âIâm going to the tiltyard,â Aemond suddenly announced and abruptly stood up, making you sigh. His mother and sister nodded, but before his departure from breakfast, you felt him place a chaste kiss on your temple before walking off. Leaving you wide-eyed and blushing before his kin for neither of you had displayed such affections so openly. The touches and kisses and pleasures you shared were saved for the privacy of your marital chambers, and to have him do such an affectionate action in front of others was completely uncharacteristic of him. You lower your head as you feel your cheeks burn red, but if you had kept your head held up high, you would see a small smile on the queenâs lips, for she too was shocked and amused by her sonâs actions. Never had she imagined for her favored son to find a wife that would bring out the warmth and tenderness in him that everyone believed to be lost the day his eye was taken by your younger brother.
For the rest of the day, you were busied with your engagements with the other ladies of the court to the point that the day had faded into the night. It was past the usual time of your supper, and you were certain your husband was preparing himself for bed, which is why it was a surprise when you entered your marital chambers with Aemond seated by the table where a meal for both of you lay, untouched. âYou still have not eaten?â You asked as you stood behind your seat that was across your husbandâs. âI was waiting for you,â Was all he said, as he motioned for you to sit. You blinked at him; the warm, flickering light of the fire illuminated his silver locks that were unique to your house but you had not inherited. The silhouette cast made his angular, Valyrian features more prominent, and you could not help but feel a small pang of jealousy, for you were never blessed with such acclaimed features that your house was celebrated for.Â
You licked your lips and removed your gaze from your husbandâs lilac eye. You took your seat and quietly watched him as he placed items of food onto your plate. âYou should have eaten earlier,â you said quietly, knowing that Aemondâs last meal was the one you shared in the morning, for your husband did not eat luncheon nor any other small meal to aid him between the morning and the evening. âLike Iâve said, I was waiting for you,â He said as he poured wine into your chalice. You flashed him a small smile of gratitude, and like always, he gave a quiet nod of acknowledgment. âHow was your day?â You asked before taking a bit of the temped meal that had been waiting for you along with your husband. âFine. I trained, I read, and then accompanied my grandsire with business,â he said and took a sip of wine. âAnd yours?â He asked, and you smiled as you began to recall your day.Â
Aemond nodded along as he ate, and you went on to tell him about your day. He had no intention of telling you, but this was his second-most favorite time of each day. He quickly had gotten used to listening to you babble and tell him about the ventures you had just hours before. He had no particular care about the subjects of which you spoke of; all he cared about was hearing you speak. Watching you as you would reenact your encounters or how your expression would change when you told him about the latest gossip in court. He would always note how your voice would grow an octave higher when you spoke of an event you found most entertaining or exciting, and he loved gazing into your beguiling, brown eyes that would twinkle in the candlelight.
âWill you accompany me tomorrow?â You asked as you had finished retelling your day to your husband. âTo where?â Aemond asked as he was slightly disappointed that you did not have many anecdotes to share that night; you would usually have prolonged stories that Aemond would listen attentively to until he had fished his meal. âTo welcome my mother, father, and brothers by the pits when they arrive,â You say and play with the peas on your plate. Aemond was silent for a moment; you took in a deep breath and thought that perhaps your request was a bit much for him. Though you expected him to act civilly with your kin, wanting him to join you in welcoming them was perhaps a bit much. âNevermind⌠I caââ Your husband interrupted your sentence. âI shall join you,â he said, and your lips agape in shock once more.Â
Aemond bit his tongue to hinder himself from smiling widely at the expression that flashed before your pretty face. His urges announced himself as his eye caught your plump lips parted; amusement and arousal swirling within him. âYou will?â You asked, making certain you had heard no false agreement. âMy lady wife had made a simple request; of course, I shall oblige it,â He answered and felt his heart flutter as a beaming smile spread to your lips. Aemond felt fire in his veins as you stood from your seat and went to him to place a supposed chaste kiss on his lips, but Aemond wanted more. You gasped as you were pulled to sit on his lap, your kiss deepening with each moment and your body aching with need as Aemondâs hands were holding your waist and the other cupping your cheek. You feel your husbandâs need through his trousers and through your dress.Â
You moaned at the taste of wine on his tongue. His hand traveled toward your bosom, cupping your tit through the bodice of your dress, his fingers undoing the laces of your gown but the two of you never parted your intertwined lips. Aemond groaned as you accidentally bit his lip, but you would take it that he liked the occurrence as you felt his hips buck upwards and seek friction. Aemond reluctantly parted your lips to gasp for air; he watched you pant, eyes filled with longing and lust, lips swollen and shined with a glossy shine of him.Â
You yelped as your husband punched you on the table, sweeping away the meal you two had just shared, the plates and cutlery falling onto the floor with a loud noise, but neither of you heard as you two were completely lost and dazed with want for each other. You pulled Aemond towards you as you wanted to feel his lips once more. Aemond had fully undone the laces of your gown, and you felt the sleeves of it draping off and the hem of it being risen by your husband. You hummed in question as you felt Aemond push you to lie down on the wooden table. You propped yourself by your elbows to see what he was doing. Your eyes locked with his lone one as he sank to his knees. The hem of your dress had bundled up to your waist, and Aemond placed his cold hands at each of your thighs.Â
You bit harshly at your lower lip as he placed kisses on each side of your thighs, nipping the soft skin making you whimper at the stinging pain that he would immediately soothe with his tongue. âAemond,â you called as he continued to tease you, his tongue licking strips upward to your needing heart but would abruptly stop before inching closer towards the place you need his tongue most. âYes, wife?â He hummed, and you huffed as you sensed tease in his voice. âPlease,â You pleaded in ancient tongue, and there was a long pause before he obliged your request. You breathed heavily as Aemond sucked on your delicate pearl, him humming in delight as he tasted your essence and as well to add to your pleasure.Â
Your moans accompanied the crackle of the fire as Aemond inserted two of his fingers, him curling the calloused digits and spurring you quickly to your peak. You could not understand how he was so skilled in such endeavors, able to make you quickly come undone even though he confessed himself that before you, he had only laid with a woman once, on the behest of his older brother.Â
Aemond smirked as he gazed at you laying on the table you two had your meals on, your pretty face that everyone tried to sell as plain still contorted in pleasure that he was the cause of. Aemond brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the essence of you clean, his other hand undoing the laces of his trousers as his cock painfully sought to be inside you. Aemond had always believed himself to be indifferent to the acts of intimacy, but he quickly learned that that sentiment was completely false when it came to you. On the night after your marriage, he had no plan to partake in the marital act, ready to cut his palm and pretend he beaded you so the court would not have a new gossip piece in the morning. However, that plan was quickly forgotten by just the sight of you undressing behind a divider. The candlelight illuminated your form and created a silhouette of your frame undressing and caused Aemond to need greatly. And ever since that night, the pleasures of the flesh he always thought he was indifferent to quickly turned, and he now harbored the same needing patterns he saw in his brother that he used to frown upon.Â
Aemond locked your lips and assisted you off the table, you had thought he would lead you towards your bed, but you frowned through your kiss as he turned you around in his arms, your back resting against his chest, his pulsating length resting against your still hiked up gown. You feel Aemondâs lips move from your lip to your neck, his cold hands forcing your gown downwards and letting it pool at your feet, leaving you exposed. You whispered as his hands made their way to cup and squeeze your breast. The sensitive buds grew taut at the coldness of touch. You hear Aemond take in a deep breath of your scent, and you let out a bubbling moan as his length is placed in the crevice of your bottom, Aemond letting it glide in between your bum.Â
You gasped in shock as you felt Aemond push you down onto the table, bending you over the sturdy wood and abruptly entering you without warning. You let out a wry moan as you did not know if you should focus on the pain or pleasure he gave. Aemond bit harshly at his lip as he was incredibly pleasured by the new angle he was taking you in, as well as the sight of you bent over the wooden table. He bundled your dark hair into his hands, feeling the soft silky waves and pulling on it and earning a moan from your lips and caused a further tightening in your cunt. âIt would seem that my wife likes to be fucked like a common whore,â He gritted in between thrusts. Aemond knew he pleasured you well, but with this new position, your moans had only grown louder than the past times you had laid. Your cunt grew tighter and more wet, and you were quicker to come undone once more.Â
âYes⌠yes, Aemond! Donât stop, please, donât stop!â You cried as he pounded at you from behind. Aemond griped the plump flesh of your behind, watching as the skin grew red from his hold; he moved his hands to your waist as he felt the urge of release coming to him as well. Your moans rang louder in his ears, his name slipping from your lips, urging him to come quickly than past nights. He groaned out your name as he spilled his seed deep inside you, hoping that his seed would finally take as he was already zealous with the thought of you swole with his child. Your dazed mind could barely comprehend Aemond assisting you up from your bent position because all your body could focus on was the peak you had reached and his lips against yours once more. You let your husband carry you to bed, him tucking you in his arms like always, and you drifted to sleep wholly satisfied.Â
Aemond placed his gaze upon you, who was practically bouncing in excitement at your spot next to him. You two stood by the pits as a welcoming party for your kin. Aemond placed great restrain upon himself to not let his animosity show when he spotted your brothers landing your little dragons. âSister!â He heard the boy who took his eye scream, and Aemond felt you let go of his hand to run to your brother. He did not want to entertain the small pang in his heart as you readily let go of his hold to run and warmly embrace the boy who had maimed him beyond repair, but he knew that with your marriage, whatever fondness and understanding you and Aemond had and will develop will be divided with your love for your true family.Â
âOh, Iâve missed you!â You gushed and kissed Lucerysâ cheek; you smiled widely that even though your brother was on the cusp of adolescence, he melted of talc and your motherâs oils. âYour favoritism is showing, sister,â You hear Jacaerys tease, and you sigh in amusement, letting go of Lucerys and moving to embrace your older brother.Â
Aemond watched you as you greeted your family with such open warmth and love that he and his kin were never accustomed to. Aemond shifted his gaze to your younger brother, who had a wary look in his oak eyes. Aemond bit his cheeks as he stared down the boy who cowardly shifted his gaze and went closer to you, like a little scared pup hiding behind Aemondâs wife.Â
âWhere are Baela and Rheana?â You asked as you let go of your embrace of Jacaerys, looking around the pits. âThey went on the ship along with Joffery and the babes. They shall reach by nightfall,â he answered, and you nodded. Your brotherâs gaze shifted between you and your husband, who stood by the side, âHow⌠how are you, sister? IsâŚâ He trailed as Aemond challenged his gaze. You gave him a small smile, âIâm fine, Jacaerys, perfectly fine, better now that you are all here.â You said, and Jacaerys hesitantly nodded, not completely believing your sentiments. âTala,â You hear yourself being called by your stepfather, who stands beside your mother, and you hurriedly go in their direction. âMy sweet girl!â Your mother smiled and kissed your cheek as you went to embrace her. âYou look more cheery since we left you. Are they treating you well? Or do I have to behead that cunt of a husband that you have?â Daemon asked, and your smile faltered at his words. âFather,â You warned, and you heard him sigh. âThey are treating me perfectly well,â You said, and just like Jacaerys, Daemond gave an unconvinced nod.Â
You turn to Aemond, who still stands idly by the side; you make hastened steps towards your husband as members of your family remove their riding gear. âDo you wish to return to the keep?â You asked, learning he had grown bored and impatient. He turned his body to face you, his brow raised in question. âI could ride with them in the wheelhouse; you can return to your training if you wish,â You smiled. Aemond studied your eyes; he knew that the words you uttered were for his benefit, but he could not help but think it was you driving him away as you would rather spend time with your family than him.Â
âIt is not that I wish for you to leave, but if you would rather return to your training or reading, I would completely understand,â You added, and Aemond froze at your words; it was as if you could read his mind. He did not know how you did it, but you had this ability to know things about him without him even saying them out loud. He was quick to learn that you could see past his hardened exterior and see the intent and thoughts he kept to himself. You were the only person who knew him with such a deep level of understanding. âIt is fine. I shall wait for you, and we could ride back together to the keep,â He said, and his cold heart ran warm as you flashed him with your beaming smile.Â
âWhat did they do to her?â Jacaerys asked as he stood near his brother and parents. âThat last time we were here, she was completely ready to sail off to Essos just to escape him,â he added, and Daemon shook his head, removing himself from the conversation as he, too, was perplexed at how you completely turned your views towards this marriage. âI believe that is what love does,â Rhaenyra sighed, and Daemon scoffed in ridicule from a distance, and Jacaerys quickly shook his head. âLove? You practically had to drag her down the aisle! That is not love⌠that is some work by a potion slipped into her wine!â Jacaerys disagreed, and your mother breathed out a laugh. âBelieve what you want, but your sister is stronger than to let a potion alter her emotions; that affection is brought by love,â She sighed as she, too, was surprised by the outcome of this marriage but was entirely pleased to learn that you found love in a person that all believed had none.Â
When all of you returned to the castle, your husband went straight to the tiltyard whilst your parents set off to visit your grandsire. You, however, accompanied your brothers as they wanted to tour around the keep that was once their home. Throughout your whole tour, you could not help but grow curious at the curious and prying glances thrown at the three of you that had faded during the moons of your return to the Red Keep. âThey keep staring at us,â You hear Lucerys whisper to Jacareys, who still kept his head held high despite being in the den of vipers.Â
âIgnore them,â You whispered to your younger brother. You smile as Jacaeyrs pulls Lucerys towards the tiltyard, hurriedly going down the steps to explore the place they used to frequent as children. You stood by the railings, your eyes catching the flutter of silver hair, your husband training with his sword along with Ser Criston, whom he battled with. You stood steady by your spot by the balcony that overlooks the tiltyard, leaning in on the railing as you watched Aemond impressively train with his sword. It was truly a wonder to watch Aemond with his sword; he was able to command the room with each swing and movement he did. Captivating everyone as he simulated the battlefield, even your brothers stopped their reminiscing to watch him train. Far was he from the little boy he tripped over his wooden sword and struggled to even keep it upright.Â
âWell done, my prince, you will be winning tourneys at no time,â You hear Ser Kristen compliment the prince he had molded into a warrior as the tip of Aemondâs sword placed at the knightâs neck. âI donât give a shit about tourneys,â You hear your husband reply as you descended down the stairs, making your way to your brothers. âNephews, have you come to train?â He asked as you paused behind Lucerys and Jacaerys. Aemondâs challenging gaze turned to you, who announced her presence. You stared into his lilac eye and saw it somewhat softened. Aemond clenched his jaw and lowered his sword as the crowd that surrounded him began to dissolve. A clear path leading to you was made, and Aemond crossed it, forgetting about his want to challenge his nephews.
âYou were most impressive with your sword,â You complimented lowly as you felt Aemond guide you to the side, and he placed his hand on your lower back. âI am glad that you found that impressive, little wife,â He hummed and wiped his sword, ignoring the stares of your brothers who stood by the side. âPerhaps I should wonder more often to the tiltyard; I would not want to miss an opportunity to watch my husband best the most acclaimed knights of the realm.â You feel your heart flutter as Aemondâs lips twitch into a small smirk. âPerhaps you should,â He said, unable to control the amusement that laced his voice and shinned brightly in his eye.Â
âDo you believe what Mother says? That they are in love?â Jacaerys whispered to Lucerys, who looked at you smiling upon your husband, âI⌠I do not know, perhaps,â he whispered as he noted that the smile on your lips was no pretense nor was it forced. And the gleam in your eyes could only be translated into love. Lucerys shifted his gaze back to his brother as you walked off and Aemond returned to training. âBut how? How could our sister love someone like him?â Jacaerys asked incredulously, his voice growing a bit louder.Â
Aemond clenched his jaw as he heard your brotherâs words. It was a danger to all that rage was quickly bubbling inside him, and he had a weapon in his hold. The one-eyed prince took in deep breaths to calm himself, reminding himself that you were just by the side waiting and watching him.Â
But a gnawing feeling in his gut had settled, and he too started to wonder as to how you could ever love someone like him. It is no secret that you and he were raised with opposing views of the world and even clashing families as well. His mother never approved of how your mother had raised you; everything about yours and your brotherâs conception and upbringing had brought shame upon the Targaryen name and reputation. And the years before were nothing short of hatred. Yes, the both of you were fond of each other in childhood, but is that enough to undo the following years of animosity and contempt? Will these past moons that were filled with shared understanding and longing be enough to undo the resentment of the past?Â
It was enough for him. You were enough of a reason for him to let go of the grudges and grievances harbored. By some divine, paradoxical power, your blessed touch was the only touch that could tend and stitch Aemondâs broken past created by your own kin. Even with all the traditions and honor that were desecrated by your mere birth, Aemond could not help but love you, even if he had not said it out loud. No matter your differences, no matter the truth of your illegitimacy, he loved you truly.Â
However, that overflowing affection he had towards you was for you and you alone. The civility he knew that he should display was slipping out from his hold as old hatred for your brothers was starting to wake, and Aemond was not entirely certain if he could control the burning rage in his veins once more.Â
You sat next to your husband for a rare family dinner; it was the first time the whole of your clan had been together since your and Aemondâs wedding. You smiled fondly as Baela and Rhaena had already arrived along with your youngest brothers, who were now fast asleep in the nursery. You kept your secret hold on Aemondâs hand as the dinner proceeded, your heart full of joy as you wanted to erase the emotions you were feeling the last time the whole of the family was together with something more pleasant. Gone now was the hatred and agony you felt in your heart as your grandsire ordered your marriage with Aemond. The only thing you now felt for your husband was love. It could be considered ridiculous that with just half a year of marriage, all the deep-rooted anger and ire from the past had completely decimated and turned into blooming love, but that was the truth of it.Â
âIt both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table.â The king said âThe faces most dear to me in all the world, yet grown so distant from each other in the years past.â His final plea for peace was supposed to be yours and Aemondâs marriage, but that seemed to do little for the others to bury the grievances made years before. Your hold on Aemondâs hand tightened as you Grandsire removed his mask and exposed his decaying face. âMy own face is no longer a handsome one⌠if indeed it ever was. But tonight, I wish you to see me as I am. Not just a king⌠But your father.â He said and turned to his children, âYour brother,â the king turned to Daemon. âYour husband,â he said to the queen. âAnd your grandsire.â He finished turning to you and your siblings. âWho may not, it seemsâŚwalk for much longer among you. Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts.â He ended.Â
You were so entrapped by the speech given by your grandsire that you had not even realized that in the midst of that heartfelt moment, your husband was having a contest of stares amongst your brothers. Not a word by the king affected nor lessened the hatred in their hearts for each other.Â
You watched and listened intently as toast from both sides of your families started to circulate to the table, obliging the kingâs request for civility and the possibility of unification for your house. By the end of the toasts, the intimate feast once more commenced, and your smile only grew with each passing moment of peace. However, it was quickly taken from you as a roasted pig was placed in front of you and Aemond, our gaze flying to your younger brother, who snickered as he recalled the cruel jest they made at Aemondâs expense years before. âLucerys,â you hissed sharply in warning. Your heart skipped a beat as your husband let go of your hold and slammed his clenched fist on the table, rendering the room silent. âFinal tribute,â He announced, the attention of the entire room upon him.Â
âTo the health of my nephews. Jace⌠Luc⌠and Joffery,â He began, and you felt your hands grow cold at his words, already knowing where this would lead. âEach of them handsome, wiseâŚâ He trailed, catching your eyes that pleaded for him to stop and not speak of offense. He, however, ignored your pleas. âStrong,â He ended, and you feel your heart painfully pit in your chest. Your gaze flew to your lap, and you softly shook your head in disappointment, for you had foolishly believed that your husband would at least grow somewhat sensitive at the matter of you and your brotherâs true paternity. âCome. Let us drain our cups to these three strong boys!â He announced, and you felt a painful twist in your stomach.Â
The peaceful meal between your kin that you had longed for had turned ugly and violent; you shook your head as your husband and his brother, along with your brothers, waltzed back into old patterns and began to brawl and fight each other. You shook your head and stood from your seat, quietly exiting the room and leaving the fight that the other tried to break up. Aemond watched your departing figure, disappointment oozing off your frame as you exited the hall. He turned to your brothers' red and angered faces, and it only dawned upon him the severity of his offense. He was ready to go after you, but his mother pulling on his arm hindered him, the queen scolding her grown son as if he were a boy.Â
Moments after, Aemond rushed to your chambers in dire need to speak with you, but you were not there. Aemond walked the darkened corridors of the keep, searching every spot you would frequent but to no avail. Aemond halted in his steps as he heard footsteps and voices approaching. âIâve told you that they were not suited for each other,â Aemond heard your stepfather say, voice enraged. âYou saw how openly he disparaged and humiliated her and her siblingsâ what more if they were behind closed doors?â Daemon seethed, him having half the mind to march to the king and demand an annulment of your marriage with Aemond.
Aemond clenched his fists in anger as he heard how low the opinion of your stepfather had of him, but that anger was being overpowered by guilt as he recalled your pleading face earlier as you quietly begged him not to speak offense. But Aemond could no longer control himself as being in the presence of your brothers brought back the uninhibited rage he genuinely thought he could control for your sake. Aemond took in a deep breath and stomped off, determined to find you. He scoured the entirety of the keep in search of you, with each passing moment that you were not found added to his guilt and the pang in his chest. It was nearing the hour of the wolf, and Aemond still had not found you. Aemond rarely felt fear; he refused to be in fear of anything, but just by just the mere hours of your absence had him drowning in dread and despair.
Aemond thought of retiring back to your chambers and perhaps try to find you when the sun had risen, but his body could not physically rest without your presence. Aemond found him straying towards the gardens, his feet carrying him towards the weirwood tree that you two had often frequented in childhood. He halted in his steps as he heard quiet sobs and sniffling, his knees growing weak at the sight of your body curled upon the trunk of the tree, your face in your hands as you tried to stifle your sobs. Aemond made cautious steps towards you, swallowing thickly as he had never succumbed to such guilt and pain before; it was unbearable to see you cryâ more so for he knew that the reason for your tears was him.Â
Aemond felt his breathing caught in his throat as you lifted your gaze, and your bloodshot eyes met his. âWhy?â You managed to ask, your voice hoarse and filled with emotion. It was too much; Aemond wanted to fall to his knees and ask for your forgiveness; he could not take the way you stared up at him with such great sadness. âWhy⌠why would you do such a thing? Why could you not lâŚâ You could not even make yourself finish your words as a bubbling sob of angered sadness took over you. You tightly shut your eyes as Aemond fell on his knees before you, trying to take hold of your hand, but you over away from his touch.Â
âI know of the resentment you have for my siblingsâ for me because we are bastards and because Lucerys had taken your eye. It was foolish for me to think that with our marriage, perhaps that enmity in you would lessen or at least be concealed enough that you would not seek out revenge so⌠so openly and as well as disparage me and my honor,â You say, your voice shaking as you try to take hold of your cries. âI did not mean to offend you; that was not aimed toward you,â Aemond said, and you shook your head. âThey are my brothers, Aemond. Questioning their paternity means to question mine as well. Wounding them would be wounding me as well,â You countered and shook your head as Aemond moved to take hold of your hands.Â
âI⌠I know it is difficult for you to be subjected to a room with my kinâ especially my brothers, but could you not have let this one-night slide past peacefully? I am not seeking out your forgiveness; I was just hoping for something that resembled peace, just for one night,â You said lowly, voice trembling with your sobs and the cool night air that gusted around the gardens. Aemond sighed and rested his head against your clasped hands, still on his knees as you sat before him dejectedly. âIâm⌠Iâm sorry, my love,â He whispered, and you froze, trying to decipher if you had heard him correctly. Never once had you heard him apologize nor use such an endearment.Â
âI apologize. I was consumed by my anger, and I could not control my rage. I should have kept my composure,â He said and looked up at your face, tear-stained cheeks flushed with sadness, bloodshot eyes in question, and pink lips agape in mystification. âIâm sorry,â Aemond said once more and placed a kiss on your knuckles. The word felt foreign on his tongue, but at the same time, it rolled effortlessly as he knew it would be his saving grace not to lose you. You sat quietly, uncertain what to reply, though you had been enveloped in rage and sorrow, by Aemondâs actions, it somehow miraculously faded by his words and touch.Â
âYou called me âloveâ,â was all you could manage to say, the word still ringing in your ears even though you knew you should focus on the other matter. Aemond scrunched his brows as he gazed at your face, âI⌠I suppose I did,â He said, not even realizing the word slipped out his lips. He had been wanting to call you that endearment for weeks now, but he thought you would not take it well or that the softness and affection of it would lessen his stoic exterior. âDo you love me?â You could not help but ask, preparing yourself for the blow if it proves that your judgment was false. Aemondâs cold hands turned a degree colder as you asked the question. With each moment of silence, you feel your heart pit further, your mind scolding you for asking such a query. After another moment of prolonged silence, you sighed and were ready to stand, ready to mourn a different type of sadness.Â
âOf course I do,â Aemond finally spoke, âI love you,â He added, determined for you to believe his words. You were stunned at his confession that words eluded you, and all you could do was pull him close and kiss his lips. âI do not care about your paternity. I donât think I ever truly did⌠I only acted as such to appease my mother and her father. And I know I have played the part well, acting as if I harbor loathing for you ever since childhood, but I could never resent you, not truly.â Aemond sighed as your lips parted, and you smiled widely against his lips. Tears of melancholy turned into tears of glee.Â
âYou love me,â You mused as you cupped his cheeks, your thumb gently brushing the raised skin of his scar. âI love you.â Aemond confirmed, and he hummed as you kissed his lips once more. The events at supper were long forgotten as you and he finally shared the affection you both harbored long ago but were just too afraid to say out loud.Â
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