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#as you are reference#lowk i think it could go both ways but yui prolly deeper in de nile#not in reference to 12 rods i wish you were a girl#wait#should i make one? đ«ą#the way color theory is not my friend#akira ref.. sorta#rottmnt#tmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise leo#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#fanart#rottmnt leo#samurai rabbit#yuichi usagi#yuinardo#leosagi#leoichi
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hewwooo tuesday here's a silly little question for you since your "check it out, frogs!!" blog title always delights me: how do each of your characters feel about frogs? đ
I *love* Frogs, but how do the blorbeans feel about em...? Well... I had to really think about it TTuTT BUT! Chuu favors mechanical creatures over flesh 'n blood ones, and while her getting to the First is ambiguous and mysterious (being a non-wol, I just try not to think about it too much) She DOES... love the Dwarven Mecha frogs. And. The biggest frog of them all... Formi.... <3 âŠ. So she doesnât care for frogs much. She has sent Tuesday out frog catching for alchemical ingredients thoughâŠ.
Colette... Doesn't have any feelings this way or that about frogs, really. They're small, they're kinda slimey? but mostly they're just, very small. Except Gigantoads, I suppose, but those are a toad, and decidedly less slimey, by virture of being a toad. The ambivalence remains though! They're not that tricky to fight so long as you know how to wriggle out of their tongue grasp. (I did... take some frog-related Colette pictures tho >:3 I'm just gonna, post em a bit later, since the theme got away from me) Gigantoads make for a decent enough meal so long as you prep the meat right :T the legs are the most edible part yk.
Ishi is much more fond of Poro Roggo's, Matoya's froggy familiars. They're wearing LITTLE HATS ! They wave little canes! They're quite frankly adorable and they have little croaking voices. What's not to enjoy? (And also, there's something really nice about being out in the marshes of Mor Dhona and finding a little frog instead of a Morbol ready to stink bomb you, HAH)
Tuesday shivers when he thinks about frogs (knows the difference between a frog and a toad, still pictures a Gigantoad first, and does not much love being yanked mid-cast from his Ley lines into body slamming range.) Finds just a regular little frog endearing and will get down in the mud and muck to look at it though. Is especially fascinated by frogs that stick to things like leaves and trees and their camouflages uwu Heâs the one who likely knows the most about frogs, and would gladly tell you more about them. Probably compares information with Erenville, if they ever meet up in non-life-threatening-situations.
Tangy finds them fun ! If sheâs on a walk or a run or an errand and itâs drizzly and she sees a little frog hop across the pathway thereâs literally 0 inhibitions in her body that stop her from also hopping or skipping for at least a minute (still on her way, but a frogs leap is so charming. Theyâre like tiny dragoons! She points this similarity out to Estinien once. Krile laughs, Estinien looks constipated- you know the face.) She also has a weird compulsion to put them into her mouth, though, so if she catches oneâŠ.. make sure itâs not poisonous. She doesnât even plan to eat it! They just look like they would fit perfectly in her kitty jaws (she is sometimes correct).
Mochiie had to get used to frog song when he moved to Gridania. The rivers and lakes and greenery abounding let the little critters thrive in a way they donât particularly on the Steppe. âŠ. He comes around to finding it relaxing and feels uneasy when he doesnât hear them anymore lmfao. In non-WoL auâs, probably sometimes tasks adventurerâs with catching frogs for alchemical ingredients OR to bring back to the pond heâs been carefully maintaining to encourage the little beepers to live in it. (Btw, his favorite frog singers are the Pobblebonk or Banjo Frog [YT Link], and the Pacific Chorus Frog [YT Link] đ„°)
LevrautâŠ. Iâm still not sure. đ€ I think heâd like them, but he wouldnât feel strongly about them. He WOULD eat them though. As would Colette and Mochi⊠I mentioned Tangy liked to stick them in her mouth but actually eating them seems like a waste, since sheâs so big and theyâre so small. Like eating a blueberry. I can say his favorite frogs would be the Blue Jeans Poison Frog, for their striking jackets of warning colors, and the desert rain frog, whose perfect spherical nature and grumpy face is endearing.
#ASK GAME#TY FOR THE ASK? I got to think about frogs a whoooole bunch and itâs got me feelin like a sparkling lemonade#me personally? Iâm always biting at the bars between me and the Devs wanting a mount that looks like one of their Gigantoads. idk how youâd#even ride on it I just. want it. LMFAO#also I didnât get poses for everyyybodyyyy but I did have fun taking these screens uwu!!!#I also listened to a bunch of frog callsâŠ.. poison dart frogs make such a cool noise itâs wild#somehow picturing Lev with a Frog was akin to plopping an alien in front of him I could noOT figure out how heâd feel about them!#if I had my self-Insert character done up I woulda done a bonus of me with frogs lololol#but I was having trouble getting even just the one frog for Ishi đ«ą#ffxiv Chuu#ffxiv Viera#ffxiv Miqoâte#ffxiv Ishiâli#alsoâŠ. uhmâŠ. the Boys âą are still in ARR gameplay wise so even though by all rights they should be a DRK and an AST I didnât uh.#I didnât have any MCDFâs made up for either of them đ«ąđ«Ł cos we havenât >> Designed em yet#so please accept DRG Kizuna and his tummy and Nin Ishi and his. hair thatâs a little short#OH ALSO THEIR SCRINKLE CARBUNCLE BC THEY HAVE POOR AETHER POOLS#the WoL has 10k. Ishi has like. 3-4k. he gets trained to Always Be (Lucid) Dreaming for the MP regen#I wanted to post this today and do more screenshots before hand but the Maint is gonna gunch me first#Cos Im finishing endwalkers with my husbaaaand !#Please enjoy what I have. Ishi tripped.
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happy 3rd anniversary, project sekai! for this occasion i made ruikasa safety pin charms. if you care
#project sekai#karamell's confections#rui kamishiro#tsukasa tenma#ruikasa#tsukarui#i don't have any 'e's so i can't make matching emu or nene ones at the moment#maybe i should make a mizuki one đ«ą#thank you mother for stashing away all your scrapbooking beads#coming up next: what the hell do you do with eyelets??
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Thinking about Porterâs daughter again đ€§ idk if sheâd be too shocked finding out her dad tried to make an apocalypse happen bc he failed being a god. I think sheâd be so conflicted bc sheâs adventuring now. She stops people like him all the time. And when he died, her parent didnât hold back in telling her that the reason they and Porter divorced is bc Porter fucking killed them.
I do think Sierra had a good relationship with her dad growing up. She loves her dad, and when they reconnect bc heâs alive- sheâs just kinda like âoh I knew nothing about you like.. at all.â And thatâs rough to realize. He bought her her first weapon and showed how to use it, sheâs a barbarian because of him.
Itâs hard to see him as cruel. He was the fun parent for her. Of course she adores Zel. Their relationship is just as strong as her relationship with Porter.
Ough and if Porter asks if she wants to meet his new partner??? I think sheâd really like Jace a lot, like very much in a âhey, letâs take a walk and smoke weed and talkâ kinda vibe between them. Sheâs maybe in her late 20s/early 30s. Sheâs not trying to be the step-daughter. But- I do think she warns Jace that Porter killed her mother- resurrected- but still did kill. And Jace admits Porter did the same. And they both just go quiet because it makes somethingâs very real and very clear.
Jace doesnât make to argue for Porter, heâs still hurt by his own death. He loves him, but he doesnât know what could happen and thatâs fucking terrifying. And Sierra likes Jace and wants to be happy for her dad. She sees how happy he looks when he looks at Jace, how excited he gets when talking about some place they went together or some joke Jace told. She wants to be happy butâŠ
When they circle back around the block she takes Jaceâs hands and looks at him. âIf anything happens, call me okay?â She doesnât know if sheâd be able to go through with killing her dad if it came up, but sheâs a hero right? An adventurer. They make the tough calls and do whatâs necessary. She could do it.
She sees her dad through the window and he looks like he used to when Zel would drop her off on the weekends when she was little. She loved those weekends and she loves her dad, but she can kill him.
Jace starts thinking about if he could. He was caught off guard the first time. He let his guard down, more so now. He let Porter move in, sleep in the same bed, start an honest and true life with him.. would he kill him? He could. Heâs strong enough, but would he?
#wiiimdfy#Sierra isnât showing up in this fic it would be too much HOWEVER#I have very detailed plans for a fic2 which is wild bc I should hush and finish this one but :ccccc#sierra cliffbreaker#zel cliffbreaker#porter cliffbreaker#this is all post wiiimdfy tbh#like- I donât wanna spoil what my plans are for the end half of wiiimdfy BUT it directly feeds into fic2 to make things as complicated as#possible for these fools to be happy together but they do it#and theyâre so happy#and maybe no one dies#Zara is already undead and sheâs heavily involved in book 2 in the funniest way bc Jace is a flop and itâs very funny#Zaraâs like âyou have to tell Porter weâre bondedâ and Jace is like âyeah yeah I will he just moved in chill outâ Zara does not accept this#she does however have a convo with Porter and it brings up some stuff she thought she was over#and sheâs realizing what she wants and maybe she wants them both IDKIDK#nah fuck that I DO k#zarajaceporter is wiiimdfy endgame#and maybe someone gets pregnant đ«ą#Zel uses they/she pronouns with a heavy gn lean#doesnât mind being called mom I had to clarify bc I do switch between both aghhhh#jace stardiamond
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restarted my bg3 game bc I didnât like what my guardian looked like so I changed her LOL⊠good thing Iâm not too far in and Iâm catching up to where I left off. changed shriiaâs name to shriâiia too since thatâs the more accurate spelling per the name guide I was following. anyway hereâs some picrew of her đ€ I def want to draw her soon
#I hate committing to anything like I need to be able to edit or I explode âŠ#my guardian has the same face except I changed her hair and makeup and gave her a tattoo#the spider bite one bc shriâiia follows lolth đđ€đ«ą#I got like the oathbreaker sequence on my prev playthrough tho but idk if I want to make her an oathbreaker so early in#like I feel like this should be midway stuff#literally me with any choice I make in this game: but how does this make sense to the narrative tho âŠ#which is why Iâm taking so long getting through this game LMFAO
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Slow morning sex with Bucky (blurb)



Above photos from Pinterest + dividers by @thecutestgrotto
CW: not proofread. smut, 18+ MDNI!!! AFAB reader. Breading at the end. Not sure what else, let me know if I forgot anything pls!!
My first post𫹠likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated and encouragedđ
âRight there⊠oh babyâ you moan between Buckyâs slow, deep thrusts. The sun rays beam through your blinds hits his skin beautifully; making he resemble an Angel in the flesh as you gaze up at him through hooded eyes.
You can feel every vein, every detail of his thick cock stretching your pussy beautifully. You moan after a particularly hard thrust, closing your eyes for a moment. Opening them seconds later, you wanted to see him as he lost himself in the pleasure. Eyes closed and mouth slightly agape, his eyebrows knit together in pleasure. You hear the quiet moans that escape his mouth and you bite your bottom lip; wanting to hear more of the beautiful sounds.
His beautiful eyes open, dark with desire as they lock on your tits that bounce along with each thrust, he uses his metal hand grabs one, you gasp as he twists the nipple. He plays with both tits for a while, pinching, sucking, and biting. Both are covers in marks when heâs done, but you donât mind.
âDoll⊠you feel incredible⊠fuck,â he manages to groan out, finally looking to your eyes, âso wet for me⊠feel so good around my cock,â he was as addicted to you as you were to him. You moan as your pussy pulses, squeezing his cock and communicating that you were close.
Moving his head to the crook of your neck, he kisses it; biting and licking the sensitive skin; his thrusts become slower, but harder. he was close. Heavy balls hitting your skin, the hard thrusts making your mind go fuzzy as you play with his dark hair.
âBuck, Iâm gonna-â you moan out, but are unable to finish after a particularly hard thrust. Now kissing your lips deeply, he rubs your clit hard, encouraging the orgasm; desperately wanting you to cum for him.
Seconds later, you do. You cum all over his cock, with a moan and you canât help but smile into the kiss. He continues to thrust hard into you, his orgasm shortly follows yours as you milk his cock dry.
He fills you up nicely, his cum leaking out of you, even before he pulls out. Pulling out, he groans at the sight of his cum leaking out of your used pussy, a sign that heâs breaded you well.
He falls down next to you, pulling you in for a kiss. âI think we should go for that shower you were saying you wanted,â he says, and you know that this wasnât going to be the only load of cum he pumps into you this morning.
#bucky barnes#Bucky Barnes smut#Bucky Barnes x reader#Bucky Barnes x reader smut#đbucky#bucky barnes blurb#bucky barnes x you
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youâre an angel, iâm a dog â a.donaldson
pairing; older!art donaldson x fem!reader
warnings; roughly written, badly edited, not betaâd (because when is it ever?), allusions to smut, implied age gap (reader is early 20s, art is early 30s), slight tashi x fem!reader if you squint, infidelity (but tashi is kinda cool with it), just some thoughts about older!art and his pretty girl
a/n; this concept has been eating at me for daysss so i had to write it at least roughly! should we make this a series? (maybe get patrick involved?đ«ą) let me know what you think! ART & CHALLENGERS (poly!art & patrick) REQUESTS ARE OPEN! any questions / conversation starters about this particular au are highly appreciated and encouraged!! please come to my inbox đ„ <3
older!art is fucking obsessed with youâ you, who comes to every one of his matches, who sits next to his wife in those adorable little tennis skirts you sport just for him, who whoops and cheers from the stands whether he wins or loses.
youâre forbidden fruit. so, naturally, he adores you.
tashi knows, because of course she does. she never pries, never so much as spares you a second glance when he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck and huffs hot air against the shell of your ear. she doesnât care â youâve made art better at tennis.
his confidence has skyrocketed since having a pretty thing like you cheering him on, his biggest and most enthusiastic supporter. he plays better, he second guesses himself less, heâs more relaxed.
youâre whatâs been missing. the last piece of the puzzle.
an obedient little thing, glued to his side, wagging like a dog at his every command.
he fucking loves it. loves having someone relying on him for love and validation. loves the way you preen under his fervent gaze and flutter your lashes at the slightest touch.
when tashi asks you to join artâs team officially, you almost keel over.
âlook, i donât care that heâs fucking you⊠or that heâs in love with you. he has a shot at the us open this year, and he needs you by his side to do it.â she says. youâre quick to agree, ever obedient and desperate to please.
âheâs in love with me?â
she scoffs. âyouâve seen the way he looks at you. he almost creams his pants every time youâre in the same room as him.â she tilts your chin upwards with a crooked finger, giving your cheek an affectionate - albeit condescending - pat.
âyou two can have your funâ but he has to win this year.â
artâs perched against the doorframe when you turn, corded forearms crossed over his chest. you scrunch your nose, pushing back a smile that crinkles at your eyes despite your efforts.
fucking smitten.
tashi rolls her eyes, a half smile tugging at the corner of her lips, and she nudges you towards him.
âgo on.â
he opens his arms in greeting and youâre quick to fall into them, your fingers knotting in the shorn hair at his nape. his chest expands beneath your own as he takes a long breath, and he presses his nose to your pulse point, shuddering.
âlove you.â he murmurs into your skin.
âlove you more.â
he could cry; he doesnât remember the last time someone told him they loved him and meant it. youâre obsessed with him, almost as much as he is with you.
at his next match, you carry his rackets and send him off with a good luck kiss that has him breathless, grinning as you roll his wad of gum between your teeth that you sucked right from his waiting mouth.
he wins.
how could he not with his pretty girl watching?
and that night, he rewards you with a thorough fucking, whispered love confessions against your lips, and a breathy moan as he cums that you wonât be forgetting anytime soon.
so, yeah. maybe this life isnât so bad, after all.
#mine#my writing!#art x reader#art donaldson#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson x you#art donaldson x female reader#art donaldson x tashi duncan#art donaldson drabble#art donaldson blurb#art donaldson fic#art donaldson fluff#art donaldson fanfiction#challengers movie#challengers#challengers fic#challengers film#challengers fanfiction#tashi duncan x reader#tashi duncan x you#art x tashi x reader#writer#writers on tumblr#writing#writing for fun#writing fanfic#smut writing#fluff writing#writing for myself#art đŸ
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Pit of Hell

dark Alpha!Ari Levinson x omega female reader
summary: You only wanted to go one level deeper into the circles of Inferno. Just one step to secure yourself a stable life. But you're unexpectedly thrown into the lowest level. The pit of hell itself. Where a beast awaits.
warnings: dark!Ari; A/B/O; secret society; semi-dystopian; heavy dub-con; coercion; entrapment; power imbalance; breeding kink; virginity kink; rough sex; dacryphilia; branding; light exhibitionism (forced); degradation; very light blood kink (in reference to virginal blood); oral (m receiving); forced deep throating; dirty talk; no knotting
word count: 7k
Author's Note: I gave you some options in the polls and the results were... meh? Lol, I mean I always love Alpha Ari and breeding is forever my on brand kink, but honestly it was just a little disappointing, because I already have alpha Ari with a breeding kink. So I had to come up with something new. Something interesting. And it steered me toward really dark waters 𫹠What you should be aware of, is that I made it a different kind of Alpha/Beta/Omega universe. I made it semi-dystopian, where the dynamics and physiological details usually associated with the omegaverse are extinct. Or are they...? đ
As I was writing it, thoughts of making it into a series and introducing more dark Alphas appeared. So it's officially the first installment in the universe called Inferno. Aaand I may have already decided on who the other animals are and how depraved they will be đ
Special shout out and thanks to @buckets-and-trees for dancing with me around the fire of secret society trope and to @stargazingfangirl18 for whoreheartedly supporting the most unhinged list of warnings
Ari Levinson Masterlist
Main Masterlist

Heart pattering, you looked at the glass case filled with rows of colorful cards. Most were gone already, but the one you waited for at the moment was still there. And was about to end up in your hand.Â
Magenta.Â
While colours used to be rather indifferent to you, being accepted into Inferno taught you to crave certain shades. Not for their pretty looks, but because each was a key.
Inferno was officially named a private club, but was in fact the only place Omegas were able to earn exorbitant sums of money. Well, not exorbitant if seen from the Alphas point of view, but considering how the crumbled society worked it was the best an Omega could make in the broken world.Â
Different kinds of service were expected of Omegas at each level of the Inferno. The first circle of the so-called hell was for simple waitressing and it paid the lowest. If an Omega was accepted by the Inferno, they started at that level and had to prove themselves to be allowed into another floor.Â
For the past eight months you rolled your hips in the third circle where Omegas were dancing on platforms and in cages, while the Alphas carried their business meetings, or leered at them without being allowed to touch.Â
You were about to exchange your blue key card for the magenta one, descending into another level where the dances would be private, with some touching allowed. It meant the standard paycheck would be higher, plus the tips you might earn from any Alpha who asked for a dance from you. And those tips wouldnât be in money only, but also certain passes or favors that were incredibly valuable in the cold, harsh world.Â
Days of cushioned lives that Omegas led once upon a time were long forgotten. They sounded like fairytales when compared to the harsh reality of the past century. Omegas were at the bottom of the food chain now. Not even coveted as much by the Alphas as they used to be. Very few were swooped up and mated, most going through their lives scrambling to stay afloat and perhaps meet a nice, hardworking beta to form a relationship with.Â
As you waited for Astoria (the woman who was possibly the most powerful Omega in the city, since she was the one managing Inferno and the Omegas working in it), your eyes scanned the colourful cards behind a reinforced glass case.Â
Magenta was your goal from the very first time you were explained the rules of this place. For now, any colour assigned to deeper levers was too scary, because they meant less control over what happened to you. For example, the red that was appointed for the fifth level meant limited sexual acts.Â
You didnât want that. Even if the paycheck would make your life so much more comfortable.Â
As much as you recoiled from the prospect of deeper circles of hell, you couldnât help your gaze zeroing in on the single golden keycard. It was displayed in that glass cage at the very top, purposely making the lowest circle of hell appear as the highest advance.Â
Neither the introduction to the club rules, nor the rumour mill among the Omegas gave away what happened on that level.Â
Since from levels six to eight Omegas were giving their bodies for all sorts of sexual play, each more debauched and scary, you couldnât even imagine what happened in the darkest pit. It was too terrifying to even think about.Â
âItâs best you not consider earning it.â Astoriaâs smooth, tinkling voice startled your attention away from the glass cage.Â
The look she gave you wasnât a reprimand, but rather a warning. From one Omega to another.Â
While Astoria was a strict employer, a stickler for rules, she truly looked out for the Omegas. When you were developing a cold two months ago, she slipped you a package of meds which you wouldnât be able to get yourself.
âHas anyone ever gotten it?â You asked, nodding toward the golden card.Â
âNo.â Astoria shook her head, then paused. âThough⊠There was an incident a year ago.â
âAn incident?â Youâve been working at the Inferno for about a year and a half and you havenât heard of any incident. They had to keep it secret, if there wasnât even the briefest rumour about it.
âSomeone stole it.â Astoriaâs voice lowered into a hush. âReckless girl was too curious for her own good. She wanted to seeâŠâ
Your stomach tightened in dread. The complete unknown was more terrifying than if you had an inkling on what couldâve happened to her down there.Â
The golden card glimmered enticingly, undoubtedly luring many of the Omegas (especially those who already worked the lowest levels and their boundaries were partially blurred), but your interest in it disappeared immediately.Â
âWhat happened to her?â You asked, nervously picking at the fringes of your white, short dress.Â
Astoria opened her mouth, but before she could say anything another voice interrupted.
âShe bore the consequences of her actions.â
It was a male voice. Deep, low and smooth in a way that felt like a thick drop of something sweet, like honey, slowly sliding down your body. It licked you with its timbre from your sternum to the valley below your belly button.Â
As pleasant as it was, it also scared you with its dangerous potency.
Beside you, Astoria straightened like a string in a violin, her earlier open softness disappearing behind a well practiced mask of professionalism. And obedience, which you never saw in her posture at any other time.Â
The man who walked in wasnât only an Alpha. No, Astoria dealt with those without flinching. But there were Alphas and then there were Alphas.Â
The true apex predators.Â
There were very few of them, but they were rumored to be able to dominate other Alphas without much effort, as if they were meager Betas.Â
âIâd say that her curiosity served Rogers well.â He added with a dark sort of amusement.
Your instincts shook in alarm. Any Alpha insinuating an Omega served them well was repulsive, but when it came from a predator like this one it evoked thoughts of complete ruin, of being forever broken.Â
âMr Levinson.â Astoria politely bowed her head.Â
You knew you should drop your gaze down, too, but couldnât help yourself but look at the Alpha that strode in.Â
His big, beefy body was fitting for an Alpha of his power. Everything about him looked thick and imposing, even with the seemingly relaxed stance he presented. Golden rings glinted on his fingers as he combed them through his lush hair. As he swiped his hand over his beard, you saw a glimpse of a bleeding sun tattoo on the back of his hand, ink dripping onto his knuckles.Â
When he moved forward, you tensed in fear, finally tilting your chin down and staring at the floor.Â
Levinson. It finally ringed in your head with recognition.Â
One of the four men owning the Inferno.Â
Perhaps, it was more fitting to name them the four horsemen, considering they created this hell.Â
âWhatâs in store for this sweet Snowdrop, Astoria?â Ari asked, circling your shivering form.Â
You didnât dare to ask if the unexpected petname came from your white dress, or because he deemed you so fragile and crushable.Â
âSheâs worked blue level for the past eight months.â Astoriaâs voice was back to her unwavering, professional tone. Detached from any protectiveness or sympathy she mightâve felt for you. âSheâs been promoted to magenta, supposed to start tonight.â
Levinson hummed behind you. Though he didnât lean over, nor touched you, a jolt of unwanted caress slid down your spine. If that Alpha chose to really touch you, not only you wouldnât be able to fight him off, but your body would give in at the snap of his fingers; thatâs how powerful his Alpha aura was to your Omega hindbrain.Â
Slowly, Ari circled you again. His gaze swiped over every inch of you, mapping out your curves, each dip and roll.Â
When he tucked a finger beneath your chin a hot jolt started your heart into a frenzy. The merest touch, but it filled you with terror. He tilted your chin up, forcing your head to lift and give him a full, unobscured view of your face.Â
âNo.â He said unexpectedly, releasing you.Â
Taking a step back, he turned to Astoria and declared: âShe stays on the blue level.âÂ
Without waiting for any counterargument, he walked out of the office. He knew there would be no arguing. Astoria wouldnât plead for you. Hell, you wouldnât plead for yourself.Â
Well, inside of you there was this fussy, outraged voice demanding you be given the opportunity, but you also knew that clashing with this Alpha would be like scratching at a wall. If he didnât find you annoying to the point of breaking your neck, heâd be at least completely unbothered. Merciless.Â
Heartless.Â
Astoria muttered a quiet sorry, which you welcomed with a small, sad smile. Clutching your blue keycard in your hand, you returned to your former level, telling yourself it was at least something you knew well and felt comfortable with. Besides, you were still employed. That was a big win every day.Â
By the time you returned to your home in the early morning hours, you felt calm and content. Yes, there was still the lingering disappointment at being denied promotion, but you anchored yourself to the stability you still had.Â
As you walked into your apartment building, you reminded yourself it was the blue level at the Inferno that allowed you to move out of the shitty, very dangerous block you used to live in and into this place. Which still was on the poorer side, but at least the entrance doors were locked and the intendant living on the ground floor was a very sweet, protective Beta who looked out for his tenants.Â
You paused, after walking into your small apartment and closing the door. Something felt slightly shifted, as if a streak of something not quite familiar lingered in the air.Â
You gulped, clutching your keyes between your fingers as you moved further inside.Â
Nothing was moved, not even an inch. There was no one lurking inside as you turned on the lights. Even a few tiny leaves that dropped from your fern were drying on the same spot on the floor.Â
You shook your head, accepting that your exhaustion and the unexpected interaction with the most powerful Alpha have simply made you more jumpy.Â
Besides, you told yourself as you started taking off your clothes, Jake - the Beta intendant - wouldnât let anyone break in. He was a sweetheart, but he once kicked the ass of a piece of shit wet cat Alpha who came drunk to harass his ex-girlfriend.
Placated by self-reassurance, you continued your usual routine. Snack, shower, sleep.Â
For the next few weeks your life continued the same. At some point you even stopped longingly thinking of the magenta level, though it still popped occasionally into your mind when your knee acted up and reminded you that a doctorâs appointment or physiotherapy would be wonderful, if you could afford it.
Nothing suggested your life was about to change. Not in a big way.Â
Until the evening two guards intercepted you at the employees entrance to the Inferno to relay the request that you go into Astoriaâs office. Which in itself wouldnât be much alarming, if they didnât insist you give them your blue keycard.Â
Were you being fired?
With your heart in your throat, you stepped into the office. Into an empty office. Astoria wasnât inside. However, there was an envelope on her desk propped against a vase with a single white flower, with your name written on the back of the stationary.Â
Inside was a simple direction to get into the private elevator.Â
Surely, you wouldnât be given permission and code to that elevator, if she wanted to fire you. Inferno had three elevators to take participants to each level - one was for employees, you included, a second one for the patrons, and the third one was for Astoria and possibly the four owners.Â
With trembling fingers, you hit the provided code on the lock and walked into the elevator. The door slid shut behind you silently. Ominous semi-darkness engulfed you. Inside, there were no buttons, no panel to control where the elevator went, no way to stop it, or open it yourself.
There was, however, another envelope with your name on it attached to the wall.Â
When you opened it and looked inside, your knees nearly gave away.Â
The golden keycard glinted at you.
That one mysterious card, which you learned two months ago was best to never be given. To never desire it.Â
âOh God!â You cried quietly, dropping it onto the floor and huddling in the corner of the small space.Â
The elevator was still going down. It felt like being dragged to the literal pit of hell.Â
When it finally stopped and the door slid open, you stayed plastered with your back to the elevator wall. Perhaps, if you pretended you werenât there, if you didnât step outside, youâd be taken back upstairs.Â
But the elevator remained open. Soft, dimmed light of the bottom floor didnât feel inviting at all. Not to you.Â
Long minutes passed and nothing happened. The elevator didnât close, but also no one barged in to drag you outside. Restlessness increased, pumped by your growing nervousness and fear. You were scared of the rage that could greet you the longer you stayed hidden. And you became more convinced that the elevator wouldnât be your return to safety.Â
Maybe that floor would provide you a different route of escape?
After all, each level had three elevator shafts - private, for guests, and for employees.Â
Swallowing nervously, you tried to remember at what angle the other two elevators should be once you entered the floor. If you ran fast towards one of them, you could get yourself to the ground floor and run the fuck outside.Â
Your steps were hesitant as you shuffled to the exit and took first glimpses inside the lowest level of the Inferno. What you saw made your heart drop.
It wasnât a grand, wide space like it was with all the other levels.Â
It was a round chamber, with marble floor, stone walls reaching high to an intricate ceiling from which dropped a huge iron chandelier. There was a large round table in the middle of the chamber. Four chairs stood at it like four points on a compass, directing north, south, east and west.
Each chair had a different crest carved on it.Â
Lion. Wolf. Bull. Serpent.
No other elevator shafts were visible. Only a closed double door above which a sign ominously warned:
Lasciate ogni speranza, voi châentrate.
Abandon all hope, you who enter.
Though you thought your own hope to have evaporated as the elevator descended, the last remnants of it died this very moment. As you stared at the chamber with no visible escape route and the famous words of final doom.Â
âDonât worry, Snowdrop. You wonât be pushed through that door.âÂ
Your head turned to the side, only now noticing the familiar, imposing silhouette of the Alpha. Ari Levinson was leaning against the wall right next to the elevator, with his arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted to the side as he watched you tether on the edge of the floor.Â
âThe darkness behind it is not in my tastes,â he explained casually, like he was talking about not being a fan of whiskey compared to red wine.Â
âWh- why am I here?â You asked, twisting your fingers in front of you and eyeing him warily.Â
âI didnât apply for the golden card!â You rushed to express.
âNo one does.â Ari shrugged. âOr, well, those who apply donât ever get it. Only one person before got it, as you know, but that was because she dared to steal it.â
âSo why?â You feared hearing horrifying promises of spilled blood in slow, painful murder.Â
âBecause you lured the beast.â His eyes ignited with dark hunger and you felt the lick of it between your thighs.Â
Ari moved and you took an instant step back, slamming your back against the edge of the elevator door frame. But he wasn't prowling your way. Instead, he lazily walked towards one of the chairs.Â
The one with the lion crest.
He draped his forearms against the backrest of the chair, intertwining his inked fingers in a loose grip. That's when you noticed the golden glint of his rings, from which one presented a lion's head.
âFour beasts rule this world.â His words could be a fascinating tale, if he wasn't speaking the dark, ugly truth of what laid beneath your reality.
âIn Inferno we provide the opportunity for some to sate their desires, but we don't participate. Meetings in this chamber aren't focused on our personal lust, but on deciding whose blood to spill and which power to snatch.â
âHowever-â he paused to lick his lips and you couldn't help but chase that micromovement. âEach of us has cravings that we know would demand satiating at one point. Hence the golden card. It was never going to be earned. It's decided individually by each of us when to play that card, because it's a game that won't be repeated.â
âWon't be repeated?â You echoed, trembling as the terrifying vision of death loomed over you.
âMeaning, my innocent Snowdrop, that once one of us gets someone down here they never return to their previous life.âÂ
Tears welled in your eyes, your breath choking on a sob. Your life wasnât grand, but you still liked it. You wanted it to continue, despite the hardships you endured.
âIt means you're mine now.â Ari's voice deepened into a hungry growl. âYour virginity is mine to take and your womb mine to fill with seed.â
His words tipped your world on its axis. A hot wave of shame that his crude words evoked dropped into ice cold dread as you realized the fate he spun for you.
He wasn't going to murder you. But he was about to break you and bind you to him forever.Â
âNo!â You shook your head, clenching your hands into fists.Â
Ari wasn't bothered by your reaction, like he knew it didnât matter because he'd get what he wanted anyway.
âIf it's your poor attempt to lie to me about your innocent state, I'll remind you I have free access to your medical file.â He sent you a knowing look.
Inferno provided Omegas with an annual check up that included gynecological examination. It wasn't because they cared for Omegas, it was to provide clients with the best quality entertainment. If Omega's results turned out bad, they were dropped immediately and left to fend for themselves.Â
âIf you're fighting the inevitable,â a dangerous smirk curved his lips, âI could give you a good, scary chase and fight. But, honestly, that's not my taste.âÂ
Slowly, Ari straightened to his full height. He rolled his shoulders and clenched his fingers around the corners of the sturdy, carved chair.
âI want you to give yourself to me. You're going to splay yourself on that table and welcome my fat cock into your tight, virgin cunt.â
Another spike of heat unfurled in your belly and chest, shocking and scaring you more than the Alpha's words did.Â
Was his Alpha power influencing you so much, or was there a part of you that wanted his brutal promise to become reality?
âYou wanted to get onto magenta level because it pays better.â Ari pointed out. âIt's also why a golden card is a mad dream for many. âCause they imagine the paycheck and comfort it could provide for them and their families.â
âBut there won't be a one time pay for this. No more paychecks anymore. Instead, you'll have all the care and comforts daily. You'll have that knee of yours checked. Regular physio. Stocked fridge, nice clothes, your sister and her Beta husband's molded apartment dried.â
âAll of that for being my good Omega, taking my cock and bearing me children.âÂ
Your core filled with heat as your mind bent under the weight of filthy images. Trying to shake it away didnât work. Your usual numbness to Alphaâs presence and your own basic instincts was frayed at the edges, crumbling the more time you stood there trapped with the Alpha.Â
What he promised for the doom couldnât be overlooked, either. If not for your own health, then for your sister. They had a baby who was constantly sick, because of the moldy walls and malfunctioning heat. Levinson had near limitless resources, so fixing someoneâs apartment would for him be like spending pocket change.
Unrushed, he moved from behind the chair to stand next to the table. He tapped his fingertips against the painted wooden surface.Â
And waited, watching you with all the patience in the world.Â
âItâll happen, Snowdrop.â He said it with no malice, but there was an unyielding force behind it. As calm and soft he appeared to treat you, his darkness wouldnât recede. No mercy awaited.
âAnd yes, it will hurt your virgin pussy when I split it on my dick.â You didnât take your eyes off his face, so you didnât see how his cock twitched in his pants at the mere thought of breaking you. âBut if you make me go there for you and take what I already declared mine, it will hurt more. So be a good Omega and come here.â
You never liked pain. All your struggles, while you dealt with them, never honed you into someone immune to suffering. No, you were still very human and fragile, and if there were ways to limit your pain, you were going to take it.Â
So despite sniffling on another sob, you shuffled your feet forward. Tiny step after another. Ari didnât rush you. Quite the opposite, watching you walk to him heightened his hunger. It was like a foreplay increasing his arousal close to the tipping point.Â
â âAtta girl,â he praised when your toes touched his boots.Â
Then big, strong hands were gripping your hips and hoisting you onto the table. One gasp of surprise transformed into a yelp when Ari gripped the fabric of your dress and ripped it apart with his bare hands. Your bra followed. Then your underwear.Â
You were bared to him completely. Breath quickened and body trembling as he towered over you.Â
âLie back.â Ari ordered.
Your heart pounded in your chest, echo of it resounded in your ears and fingertips, pulsing wilder and wilder. The table beneath you didnât feel that bad, but it was the Alpha in front of you, devouring you with his gaze that promised bad things happening.Â
Bad, scary things, yet still some deep, primitive part of you roused at the prospect. There was an ache low in your belly, making your pussy walls clench as you watched Ari loom over you.Â
A jolt made your body spasm when his fingers brushed your naked skin. A tender brush over your knees teasing upwards, along your thighs, over your belly, across your breasts. He skimmed them down again and back up, rousing your body into response beyond your control.Â
âSpread your legs.â He growled another command, landing a slap to your thigh when you didnât comply immediately.Â
It was so humiliating. Baring your most intimate part to a ruthless Alpha.Â
âSuch a pretty pussy,â he splayed his hands on the inside of your thighs and rubbed his thumbs along the outline of your folds. âItâs going to look even prettier hugging my dick.âÂ
He didnât outright stimulate your folds or clit, just teased the nerves around. Then his palms smoother upwards, fingers spread wide over the curve of your belly.
âYouâll be so full of me. Grow round with our children.âÂ
As he looked at your naked body in dark victory and hunger, you trembled at the image of his face glowing in malicious triumph when he stared at your pregnant form.Â
Reduced to the object of an Alphaâs wicked desire, yet some deeply hidden satisfaction, almost rusted like a forgotten, ancient treasure, stirred from the shadows.Â
Through the past century the designations have crumbled from the once admirable and coveted. As the world turned cold, jaded and brutal, certain traits started disappearing. Like the DNA of the people itself had receded, instead of evolving. Though, perhaps, it was an evolution towards the harsh reality you now lived in.Â
Legends of Alphasâ instinct to protect and provide seemed laughable, since you hadnât met a single Alpha who would even be kind. There were no alluring scents, unless someone soaked themselves in perfume. Ruts and heats have devolved - which was praised as something that rooted out primal behaviors, but on the other hand seemed to turn everyone unresponsive.Â
You didnât need to worry about going into an unexpected heat, or having to splurge on suppressants, but you never felt desired. Nor felt a craving so deep it messed with your own mind.
However, as you laid spread on the table like a sacrifice for the lion, a lick of something heady and scorching hot stirred the latent Omega inside of you.Â
As terrifying Ariâs plan for your future sounded, a part of you snuggled into that prospect as if it was a safe cushion in the most luxurious bed.Â
âSuck.â Ari tapped your lips with two of his fingers.
Your mouth opened instantly and his digits slid in, pressing against your tongue. Your pupils widened when a shot of intense pleasure zapped through your body and hardened your nipples as Ariâs purred, pleased that you started sucking instinctively.
âSuch a good Omega.â He praised. âKeep sucking. You better get them really wet, since itâs going to be the only prep that you get before I give you my cock.âÂ
With his whole frame being so massive, you could only imagine how proportionate his dick was going to be. It would be a struggle if you were dripping, but with just a brief preparation he was going to tear you.Â
âDonât worry, Snowdrop.â Ari chuckled darkly, slipping his fingers out of your mouth and pressing them against your clit. âI canât wait to turn you into a soaked mess with my mouth and fingers, but for our first time I want those sweet whines and cries as you stretch painfully around every inch.âÂ
Circling your clit a few times, to heighten the first stirring of fire, Ari used his other hand to unbuckle his belt and lower the zipper in his pants. He thrust a single digit into your channel, groaning obscenely at the tight resistance.Â
âYouâre going to feel so fucking good.â He growled, pumping his finger in and out of your pussy a few times.
He withdrew much too soon. You were wet, but definitely not enough for that first slide of cock to be easy. Which Ari evidently loved. His grin was predatory when he pressed the head of his dick at your opening and you couldnât suppress the sharp whimper at the first inch opening you wide.Â
Bracing one hand on your hip, Ari reached his other arm to curl his ringed fingers around the front of your neck.Â
Then he began sliding in.Â
A firm, languid stroke; merciless against the physical resistance of your inner walls.Â
You tensed as the pain increased. It was confusing, too, because you expected excruciating pain. Instead, it was a new kind of suffering that ignited overwhelming, heavy pleasure. Nothing similar to the light, bubbly pleasure you felt when touching yourself. No, this was powerful and scary, but made you crave more.Â
Still, tears welled in your eyes as Ari broke into you and rooted himself deeply. Your mouth opened on a helpless cry.
His gaze was hungrily focused on your face, delighted in the shimmer of your tears. But then, as he slowly withdrew, his eyes flicked down to where his cock was easing out of your pussy.Â
âFucking perfect.â He groaned in pleasure at the sight of dark pink smears - your virginal blood mixed with strings of your wetness.
âYour sweet cunt got a first taste of the cock that owns her now.â He pushed back in. âNo one else will ever fuck it, or fill it. Only your Alpha.â
âSay it!â The hand on your throat tightened and he snapped his hips into you in a harsh thrust, causing your body to jerk.
âO-â you gasped, tears trickling from the corners of your eyes as pain and pleasure flared low in your belly- âOnly you!âÂ
More tears flew with the next rough thrusts, but they began drying as sensations blurred into something intense and unrecognizable. Ariâs cock was splitting you with each slide, your pussy unable to adjust fully to his size, yet it was becoming addictive. A part of you hoped it would never end, chanting prayers for more torment. More pleasure. More dominance.Â
For his cum.
Your pupils blew wide as your pussy clenched around Ariâs cock when that thought unexpectedly echoed in your head.Â
âThatâs it, Snowdrop.â Ari grunted, fucking you ruthlessly. âShow me how greedy that cunt is for my cock and seed.â
Ariâs sharp bark of laugh resounded at your pitiful whimper when you spasmed around his dick again. Shaking your head side to side (as much as Ariâs grip on your throat allowed), you scratched your fingers against the table. You shouldnât be feeling like this! There should only be fear and disgust, not a warm fluttering of something soft and vulnerable beneath the primal arousal.Â
Was Levinsonâs Alpha power truly so apex that it drew out a response from a stagnant, latent particle of your Omega designation?Â
On a particular rough thrust, Ari pressed against a spot that had stars bursting under your eyelids. Your body tensed and arched then suddenly the coil was snapping and you were coming with a hoarse cry.Â
He fucked you through it, his pace never easing. The hand on your hip moved to splay low on your abdomen, thumb wedging between your folds to torment your clit. The zap of stimulation was borderline painful as you were still quivering in the remnants of climax and it brought more tears. It was too much!
You shook your head. Your fingertips barely reached Ariâs abdomen, your touch more of a caress to him then your attempted fight against the onslaught.Â
âFuck!â Ari groaned, moving his hand away from your clit. But only to use his hands to reposition your legs - placing both of your ankles on his shoulders as he bore more weight onto you.
His fat cock seemed to plunge even deeper and an unexpectedly lewd moan spilled out of your mouth.Â
âYour pretty tears turn me on as much as your virgin blood staining my cock.âÂ
Ari swiped a streak off your temple before wedging his hand between your tightly pressed thighs, again aiming for your swollen clit. His low chuckle at your hitched cry when he started rubbing it anew transformed into grunts of pleasure when your pussy clenched around him so hard he could barely move.Â
You thought he was unrestrained before, but your bodyâs reaction provoked the truly primal, unhinged side of the Alpha.
He snarled, teeth bared, as his hips snapped into you so hard you felt the jolt of it reverberate up your ribs. The table in the chamber was exceptionally sturdy, but it moved as the animal ravaged you.Â
The growl he let out when he reached his own peak seemed to sink into your very bones, binding your cells to him on some incomprehensible level.Â
And when the hot flood of cum filled you, a deepest, darkest particle in your brain ignited with a thousand lights.Â
It was a new sensation. Not because you were a virgin who was never fucked and filled. As much as that filthy side had you embarrassingly turned on, that feeling regarded something else. As if there was a second entity beneath your skin and it was finally stirred awake.Â
For over a century it was believed that designations have regressed so much there was nothing left of the former reactions, or even former physical traits like knots, yet you sensed (and feared) that somehow this Alpha has broken through the iceberg of latency and found the ruins of ancient civilization; stirring some curses to life.Â
Your breath was ragged, each gulp intermixed with tiny gasps and whimpers as you felt Ariâs cock throb inside of you, spilling more and more. You never thought that a man could cum so much. It felt endless. And the longer it lasted the more it had your core tingling with need for more.Â
Slowly, Ari eased your legs down. They hung limply over the edge of the table, bracketing Ariâs hips that were still pressed against you. Your arms dropped down, too. One onto the table, the other across your belly, a mere inch above where Ariâs hand was still resting on your lower abdomen.Â
His hand on your throat loosened its grip. He swept his fingers through the remnants of the tears drying on your face, then down across your body.
âI stake claim.â Ariâs voice resounded firm and unyielding, sending a chill down your spine.Â
His blue eyes were on you. His face slightly flushed, a vein in his neck protruding and pulsing from the pleasant strain. But his words sounded like they were directed at somebody else, not just at you.
Long seconds passed before you sensed the change in the air. A gentle current, as if a draft got in. You tensed, head turning to the side as you felt another presence in the chamber.Â
Ari pressed his hand over your sternum and pushed you down when you made a move to get up. He pressed on your belly with his other hand, as well. Which not only served to keep you in place, but also reminded you that his softening dick was still inside you and his cum was overfilling your pussy.Â
Your heart rate increased as you watched three silhouettes emerge from who the fuck knows where. Big, intimidating, undoubtedly Alphas.Â
Probably the other three horsemen. Owners of hell itself.Â
They were wearing dark silver masks. Each depicting an animal. Each matching the crests carved into the chairs at the table. A wolf. A bull. A serpent.
They took their places at the table and looked down at you. Then, as if you werenât interesting, they lifted their heads to look at Ari.Â
âWhat bond do you choose?â Asked the wolf.Â
His voice was as cold as it was smooth; like a chill one might feel when walking into the woods late in the evening - comforted by it, but sensing impending danger creeping in to strike. Â
âA brand,â came Ariâs swift reply. âMy crest.â
They all gave their nods. Then the bull moved closer to where Ari stood between your spread legs. A flicker of blue flame from a lighter made you whimper in fear, but none of them reacted. The bull held the lighter in his tattooed hand, his wrist encompassed in a thick leather bracelet. Ari lifted one of his hands, closed it into a fist, and brought it to the flame.
They were heating up his ring with the lionâs head.Â
His crest.Â
âNo,â a weak sound left your lips when you understood the intention.Â
There was no fight left in you. Besides, you had no chances against Ari alone, much less against four Alphas.Â
âShh.â Ari cooed, keeping the hand on your chest in place and rocking his hips into you gently. âYouâre already mine, Snowdrop. This will merely be a short sting. Just like your virgin cunt breaking on my cock.âÂ
His blue eyes returned to yours, holding your gaze as he pressed the hot ring to your abdomen. You cried out in pain as it seared your skin, burning a permanent brand on the belly that was marked from the inside with his seed.Â
âClaim witnessed.âÂ
It was repeated three times, by three different voices, but it barely reached your consciousness as your mind fumbled with processing pain and sinking in unfamiliar contentment.Â
Ari kept touching you, stroking your sides and your thighs softly as he continued to coo. There was an additional vibration to his tone every few shushing words, comforting in a way that had your body truly relaxing despite the terror it was just put through.Â
Once you settled down, only looking up at Ari with tear-brimmed eyes, he leaned down. And kissed you.Â
It wasnât as soothing as the last few touches and sounds, but brand nearly as hot as the ring burned into your skin.Â
He straightened, staring down at you as conqueror at the empire he just crushed and obtained. His gaze traveled down your body to where his mark scorched over your mound, then lower, to where your bodies were joined.Â
Slowly, he pulled out and watched as your glistening pussy gaped and pulsed. A heartbeat later his cum trickled out. Dark hunger was still alight in his eyes. Perhaps, it would never leave. Not when it came to you and owning your body.Â
You trembled, covering your face with your hands as you felt the mess leak out of you. You saw the sticky combination of your juices, his spend and your blood coating Ariâs cock, and couldnât comprehend why that unnerving part of you was thrilled about the sight. It made no sense and warred with the appalled and terrified part of your brain.Â
âDonât worry, Snowdrop.â Ari sounded amused as he watched you. âI donât mind the mess. Iâll fuck you so often and thorough that my seed takes no matter how much of my cum leaks out of your poor, little cunt.âÂ
He gripped your wrists and forced your hands away from your face, then placed them on his shoulders. He felt warm and secure under your trembling fingers.Â
You hated how he anchored you while being the one to break you.Â
Ari lifted you off the table and set you onto your feet to the floor. His hold remained on your waist for long enough moment that you didnât topple down on your weakened legs.Â
Yet, as soon as he was sure you wouldnât drop down, he guided you onto your knees himself. Making you kneel in the sticky mess that dropped from between your thighs onto the marble floor.Â
A hand slid into your hair, tangling it in a tight grip. He tilted your head back.Â
âClean your Alphaâs cock, Omega.â He ordered. âOpen your pretty mouth and taste us.âÂ
You tried to keep your lips pressed, refusing to do something so lewd. There was a flash of displeasure at your defiance and you expected Ari to force your jaw open, or to pinch your nose closed so you had to gulp for breath.Â
Perhaps he would do that, if your mouth didnât open on its own volition when he tapped the head of his cock against your lips. Musky saltiness smeared on your bottom lip, somehow provoking an instant reaction beyond your control. It was that new part of you, unearthed by the brutal Alpha.Â
She made you open eagerly, tonguing the underside of Ariâs thick cock as he pushed into your mouth.Â
âGood girl, Snowdrop.â He praised, rubbing against your tongue in shallow thrusts. âGet it clean of all the mess you made. Do you like how your Alpha tastes?â
He wasnât really waiting for your reply, but he enjoyed the garbled sound you made as you tried to deny it and he pushed deep in your throat, cutting off your denial.Â
He held you there, staring down at you struggling and choking. He delighted in the tears reappearing in your eyes.Â
âSwallow around it.â He was merciless. âOh, I know itâs hard and scary, but be a good girl and swallow down my cock. Close that little throat around it, so I can come down it like I did your pussy.âÂ
Tears poured down your cheeks as you finally managed to swallow and it caused your throat to constrict so tight you nearly blacked out.Â
Ari grunted loudly in pleasure.Â
With his free hand he tugged one of your hands that was resting against his thigh and guided it under his cock. He made you cup his heavy balls, forced your fingers to tighten and massage them.
Spurts of thick, salty warmth trickled down your throat. You panicked, fearing youâre going to choke to death as you hurriedly gulped it down.Â
âFuuuuck.â Ari was watching you with his own lips parted and glistening with saliva. âIâd love to fuck your sweet mouth for hours, teach you how to suck and tongue, but having you just simply choke and cry on my cock might be my new favorite version of a blowjob.ïżœïżœïżœ
When he finally let you go, after making sure the very last spurt went down your throat, you were coughing and wheezing. Your hands clutched Ariâs thighs as you slumped forward, resting your head against his leg and breathing heavily.Â
Naked, filthy and broken, you rested at his feet. Leaning into him like he was your lifeline.Â
Ari caressed the top of your head then stepped away for a moment. You fell forward, bracing yourself on your hands on the marble floor. A few seconds later something very soft, very warm, and surprisingly heavy, was draped over your naked form.Â
In your peripheral you saw a glimpse of white with streaks of silver.Â
Ari covered you with it, then effortlessly picked you up into his arms. Defenseless, exhausted and confused, you simply sank into his embrace. Resting your cheek against his chest, you glanced at the softness wrapped around you. A white fur.Â
Because you were his Snowdrop. Â
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(nsfw) bakugou katsuki finds you annoying (you drive him crazy)
mdni đ katsuki being down bad for reader. heavy petting with a lot of sexual tension! đ«ą
can be read with part 1 and part 2, or as a standalone too
after coming to terms with his feelings for you, bakugou thought that things would get simpler for him.
he was wrong. very wrong.
the two of you started spending more and more time together. eating lunch together, visiting each other's room after school, going to the gym together.
at some point, bakugou became "katsuki" to you.
"kat-su-ki," you said slowly, dragging his name out as if every syllable was meant to irk him. bakugou freezes, sitting cross-legged in front of you on your bed.
"katsuki." you repeat, watching him carefully with a small, tentative smile that makes his palms annoyingly sweaty. "is that okay?"
"yeah." bakugou, no, katsuki, clears his throat, and runs a hand through his hair. "katsuki's fine."
you ask katsuki to spend the night in your dorm room, and though katsuki disagrees with you calling it a sleepover (to him, it's not a sleepover unless there are face masks and pillow fights involved, but he's not telling you that) katsuki finds it hard to say no to you.
later, you fall asleep in his arms, breathing softly against his chest, and katsuki thinks he's going to die from how hard his heart is beating against his ribcage.
he stares into the darkness and tries to fall asleep, but all he can think about is how soft you feel against his body and the way your warm breath gave him goosebumps when you whispered "goodnight, katsuki" into his neck.
katsuki thinks youâve ruined his own name for him, because now he doesnât want to hear it unless itâs coming from you. and god, the things he would do to hear you say his name, over and over and over again.
katsuki wants to. he wants so badly, to make you say his name over and over again, and he thinks it would be so easy to do too. youâre easy to fluster, easy to tease. katsuki wants to make you come apart at his touch, under him. katsuki wants to take you, piece by piece, wants to watch the way you unravel before him.
it gets worse when you started stealing katsukiâs shirts.
katsukiâs heart damn near burst when he came back to his room after the gym to see you cuddled up in his bed, completely engulfed in one of his shirts. he closed the door behind him quietly and stared at your peaceful sleeping face. âthis must be what cuteness aggression feels likeâ, katsuki thinks, as heâs hit with the sudden urge to reach over and bite your face off.
he feels stupid, sneaking around in his own room as he tries his best not to wake you and fails miserably. he freezes as you stir awake, sitting up in his bed. your hair is sticking out in ways that katsuki wants to make fun of you for, but heâs too transfixed on the little yawn you let out as you stretch like a content house cat on his bed.
âkatsuki,â you murmur, rubbing your eyes groggily. you smile at katsuki and itâs so sleepy and a little droopy and it drives katsuki fucking crazy, and you donât even know it. god, you piss him off.
âyouâre back,â you say sweetly. âyou gonna shower?â
âi should shower,â katsuki responds, but makes no move to prepare for said shower. instead, he walks over to his bed, to you, and you open your arms invitingly and how could katsuki ever deny you?
he lets you wrap your arms around his torso and bury your face into his chest. heâs still sweaty from working out, but here you are, nuzzling into his shirt, again like a damn cat thatâs all too affectionate. you hum happily when katsuki pats your head.
âyou smell so good,â you moan the words into his shirt. itâs innocent, but it drives katsuki insane all the same. he can never think straight when it comes to you, not when youâre all he can think about. his head feels like itâs stuffed with cotton, and he never knows what to do with himself.
âiâm dirty,â katsukiâs throat is so dry when he chokes out the words.
âso?â you giggle as you look up at him with big, happy eyes, and katsuki is fully reduced to putty in your hands. heâs wrapped around your pretty little finger. âi like it when youâre dirty.â
âyeah?â katsuki lets his hand fall to your neck. he holds your neck gently, barely even squeezing, but the effect it has on you is instantaneous. you become almost limp in his hold, eyes half-lidded as you let out a shaky sigh from your parted lips.
ââsuki,â you whisper. âcome here,â you say, but you already have him in your arms, so katsuki presses his lips against yours instead.
katsuki never really knows what to do when it comes to you; he just knows how much he wants you, how you drive him crazy with want, so he listens to those desires until he has you moaning into his mouth when he sucks on your tongue, until he has you rutting your hips back and forth when he slips a leg between your thighs, until he has you coming apart the way heâs always fantasised.
âthank you, âsuki,â you sound so pretty breathless and it makes katsuki want to steal your breath away even more. âfeels so good.â katsuki realises that youâre still grinding against him and itâs so, so adorable.
âyer so annoyinâ,â katsuki scolds you lightly, but the smirk on his face is anything but annoyed as he slips a hand between your legs and touches you properly, right where you need it most.
itâs so fucking annoying, the way you drive him insane, but watching you twitch and writhe under him, listening to you beg and moan, so pretty and needy for him, katsuki thinks itâs not so bad, being batshit crazy for you.
maybe part 4. i need to write a bratty yn who loves talking smack just to piss kats off so heâll fuck em harder đ€Șđ€Ș
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guildmaster!jinwoo and secretary!reader?????? omg kana youâre feeding us THANK YOUUUUđđđđ«¶
being his secretary means coming along with him and the ahjin guild to the international guild conferences. imagine all the high ranking hunters around the world have their attention on himâhis presence practically exudes power and immeasurable amounts of mana, itâs no surprise that he immediately draws all eyes in the room. but the hunters canât help but notice âthat pretty thingâ walking alongside him, their eyes inevitably straying towards you for far longer than jinwoo would like. cue possessive!guildmaster!jinwoo đ«ą
OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD YES OKAY IMAGINE THIS
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Let's say the international conference happened a week after they had sex for the first time.
So, they went to another country together, not getting the chance to talk much because people always surrounded him. That day when Jinwoo kissed and made love to you in his private office... As wonderful and passionate as it was, it only happened one time. He had been very busy with his schedules after that, so you had no chance to speak privately with him.
Through your eyes, with how he kept his demeanor nonchalant and reserved, you assumed he had no interest in taking the relationship to the next step. You had also been too afraid to ask him about your status since... Well, he was a national-level hunter, and you were nothing, not even a hunter. You were just a normal personâa nobody.
Surely, he wouldn't want to be in a relationship with someone like me.
You didn't know that the real reason why Jinwoo never asked you out was because he didn't wish to make you a target for having a special relationship with him. He couldn't risk it, not after what happened with Jinho. He decided it was better if your relationship with him stayed strictly business, no matter how much he wanted to hold you, take care of you, and love you the way a lover would.
You could still feel his eyes on you every now and then, and sometimes he smiled a little softer than usual when he thanked you for your assistance, as if seeing you stand so close to him but could never be entirely his melted and broke his heart at the same time. You didn't think too much of it, though. You told yourself not to.
After the conference ended, you returned to the hotel you had reserved for the night. You escorted him back to his room, helping him carry over the documents. Jinwoo had been quiet for a while, though you weren't sure why. You wondered if he was exhausted. After all, he was never fond of long meetings, and that conference took the entire day. You were worried about him, but... There was nothing you could do. You were just his secretary, never his lover.
"Take your rest, Mr. Sung," you said, maintaining your perfect formality even when it was only the two of you then. "I'm sure you're exhausted. I will be in my room next door should you need me. Good night."
You pivoted on your heels, making your way outside, but the second you stepped into the hallway, his fingers caught your wrist, yanking you back into the room. He slammed the door shut and pinned you against the door, his torso pressed flushed against your back, his fingers splayed at the front of your throat as his mouth latched hotly on your neck.
His heart was pounding, fueled by desire and frustration, while yours beat in the exhilaration of finally having his hands on you again. After enduring a day of watching other hunters leer and ogle at you, Jinwoo couldn't hold back any longer. He needed you, and he needed you then. His large hand seized your hip, pulling you even closer, his grip firm and possessive. His control slipped away, his desire for you taking over.
"M-Mr. Sung, whatâ"
"Don't call me that," he said, almost in a low growl. His lips found your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he spoke. "I want to hear my name on your lips. No 'Mr. Sung', no formalities."
You shivered, "J-Jinwoo..."
"Fuck." He angled your face to the side, kissing you so roughly, breathlessly, consuming enough to make your legs grow weak. He pressed you further against the wall, his bulge pressing hotly against your behind, his palm sliding underneath your blouse, tightly kneading your breast. "You don't know what you do to me, do you?"
"Jinwoo, what..." Your breathing started to tatter. "What are you doing?" You were confused. You thought he didn't want anything to do with you anymore.
His breath was hot against your ear, his voice gruff and filled with need. "What does it look like I'm doing, Sweetheart?" He placed a gentle yet passionate kiss on the junction between your neck and shoulder.
âYou⊠I donât know..." You chew on your lip to restrain your moans. "You seem... angry.â
"Damn right, I'm angry," he let out a low grumble, his grip on your hip tightening, nails digging into the skin. "Do you know how many men were staring at you during that conference? I could barely focus on the damn meeting."
He pushed up your skirt to your waist with one hand while the other applied pressure on the spot between your shoulder blades. You bent forward the way he commanded you to, clawing against the door as Jinwoo gripped your hip and guided your ass toward him, his zipper teasing your lingerie, his lip bitten at the sensation of his bulge grinding against your behind.
"Every time a man looked at you and smiled," he leaned forward, his teeth grazing your shoulder. "I wanted to wring his goddamn neck. You looked too fucking good, and they were all looking at you like you were some piece of meat. It took everything I had not to go over and punch someone in the face."
He meant his every word, and it sent quivers down your body. You'd never thought someone as composed as Sung Jinwoo could lose his composure like thisâall because of you.
You needed him terribly, your body aching for him that you started pushing back, giving him the message for him to do as he pleased.
"Seeing them all looking at you... touching you..." He took off his belt with one hand, tossing it to the side. "God, I wanted to grab you and mark you as mine right then and there."
He pushed his pants low enough just for his hard, leaking cock to break free. "You're mine, aren't you, Angel?" He rubbed his tip against your entrance, his own breathing jagged. His hand slithered to your neck, framing your face as he took the shell of your ear between his teeth. "No one can have you but me, right?"
"Y-yes," you shut your eyes close, wanting him to be as close as possible, to be as deep as possible. "Jin, pleaseâ"
"Say that you're mine."
The dominance, the possessiveness in his tone nearly petrified you. "I'm yoursâ" You barely finished your line when he thrust inside, deep and hard, pushing all his length in one drive of his hips. It burned in all the right ways, your walls stretched and used, molded into his shape. You choked on your breath, your fingers clenching into fists as you tried to balance yourself.
"Again," he demanded, one hand pinning your wrist against the door while the other held you still by the hip. "Tell me who you belong to."
"Y-youâahâ" One sudden thrust made you fall forward, your body pressed flat against the door with his cock sliding in and out. He was fucking his anger and frustration into you, every pound of his hips was a testament to the control he had over you. It felt so good, so raw, so feral, and you found yourself sobbing out his name in pleasure.
"I think I've changed my mind," Jinwoo said breathlessly, one hand hooked around your thigh, lifting your leg to give him more access, to bury himself deeper inside. "I'm going to let everyone know that you're mine. I'll take the risk. I'll keep you with me at all times. I'll protect you no matter what it takes, even if it means putting my life on the line. I'll show the whole fucking world that you belong to me."
The thrill of being owned by a man who could have anythingâanyoneâin the universe, sent you to the edge. "Jinwoo, I'mâI'm closeâ"
He held you tight against him, his hips rocking erratically against yours. "Come for me, Angel." And as you let yourself go, your body weak in his arms, your mind reeling in the afterglow, Jinwoo kissed your cheek, his touch soothing compared to how he used you just a second ago.
"I'll never let you go," he whispered, embracing you close. "You're mine to protect, mine to claim, mine to possess. Don't ever forget that."
His fingers tightened around your throat, far from hurting but enough to assert his power over you. And through gritted teeth, he saidâ
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Spicy astro observations pt. II
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If youâre new to astrology you should know that Mars is sex drive but Venus rules desire and pleasure. In mythology, Venus was considered the goddess of erotic love and hedonistic desire. Venus in your chart also indicates how and what type of things you enjoy and find pleasure in, so this planet can be very telling of the type of vibe that gets you in the mood
Personally, my take on this is:
Mars = how you like the fucking to be
Venus = how you like the treatment to be
Venus+Mars = how you like sex overall
Pluto/Scorpio in the 12th house often times have shameful sexual experiences and/or sexual affairs that nobody will ever know about
Mutable Mars are the ones that tend to have a rather depraved or perverted sex drive. They're just down for almost anything
I've noticed your moon sign reaaaaally shines through in sex. Like, a lot. For example Aries moons love the "right here right now" kinda sex and tend to be really fond of bold and nonchalant advances. Gemini Moon like to switch. Love to be surprised and loves teasing/mindgames. Capricorn moons will dominate, etc
Not be stereotypical but⊠Aries Mars will fuck anyone anywhere anytime. Will really go from 0 to 100 literally anytime. They like to fuck around but are loyal in a relationship from what Iâve seen. Every single one Iâve met was the kinda person to be very nonchalant when discussing sex, will be very vocal about being horny, their experiences, etc
Scorpio mars đ€ lowkey behaving like a sexual predator with the person theyâre interested in đ I swear their behaviors can get creepy if theyâre attracted to you. Someone i know with this placement was asked why she was still single and she jokingly replied âguess I havenât found a prey yetâ
Mercury in the 1st house/Mercury dominant/Gemini placements you guys seriously need to STOP smirking at me like that and making me laugh or else I wonât be responsible for what happens next
>>No but seriously people forget how universally attractive mercurial energy really is. Sexual arousal starts in the brain and these mf know how to charm and enchant and they just naturally have a very endearing energy to them. Many sex symbols and models have gemini placements (Marilyn Monroe, Naomi Campbell, Megan Fox, Jennifer Lopez...)
Taurus Moon/Mars/Venus enjoy slow and possessive sex. With them you can expect hickeys, lip biting, grabbing parts of your body...
Scorpio Venus/Mercury could have a degrading kink 𫹠specially when mixed with Virgo placements. They love filthiness of being treated like/treating their partner like a little hooker
Mars-Neptune people get sexually aroused by pain, but they usually like their partner inflicting pain to them, not necessarily inflict pain to their partner
Ive noticed Virgo Mars don't necessarily wish to dominate but they can tend to end up taking the lead in bed. They want to please and âdo a good jobâ so they often be like âdonât worry babe I got this"
Women with Lilith aspecting ASC/Sun = "the only kinda girl they see is a one-night or a wife". They felt like everyone wanted to touch them but nobody wanted to love them. Those suitors who did want to "love" them thought of the Lilith person as someone who needs "taming" through marriage or only saw them as a sexual trophy. Kinda like Cassie from Euphoria. This is why I've very commonly seen these women usually take a long time to actually marry or be in a serious relationship
Iâve said this before too but as per my observation Lilith women Iâve seen didnât really have a dark and sexual look/personality to them at all, quite the opposite they all had very angelic vibe/appearance specially when younger. But underneath all this innocent energy there was always something about them that was blatantly seductive and desirable so people project this Lilith persona onto them. Itâs almost like society corrupts them and only sees them as something fuckable
In my experience, when it comes to performance those with domicile or exalted mars tend to overpromise and underdeliver while those with debilitated mars are the opposite (underpromise and overdeliver). Take that as you will.
I'm gonna talk about Pisces for a second cause I'm so sick of all this feet nonsense đđ€đŒ
Pisces venus,mars,moon are closed off sexually but will literally let you do anything if you make them feel like itâs safe to surrender to you. These natives always remind me of hentai girls and the ahegao face
Also, I've always thought Anastasia from fifty shades of grey is a great depiction of Pisces Venus (both in and out of the bedroom)
Iâve seen a lot of people saying Pisces could like to have sex while drunk or on drugs but they actually donât need to. Sexual pleasure itself could actually make them feel âdrunkâ or out of it without being under the influence. They overall enjoy feeling out of control of themselves, drunk with desire
Pisces/Neptune/12th house influence on Mars/Venus/Pluto/5th house/8th house, Mars/Pluto ruling 12th house: they are actually hard to please in bed because they desire to experience otherworldly ecstasy and may go out of their way to find it through different things (drugs, alcohol, emotional intimacy, pain, spirituality, etc.), hence the previous observation. They tend push boundaries and enjoy very odd stuff similar to Aquarius but the difference here is that Pisces is not detached, they have a tendency to romanticize any sort of kink and turn it into a deeply intimate experience, all of this as an attempt to take them closer to ecstasy.
Libra placements need to feel like they look pretty while doing it like those romantic sex scenes in movies that's why they like partners who are conventionally attractive. This doesn't necessarily mean they're vanilla but they like to perform in a way that make both parties look flattering, if they or their partner look or act too crazy/wild/messy it can actually turn them off
Also Libra/Taurus/Cancer Venus, Moon, Mars donât like to feel disrespected!!! Doesnât matter what theyâre into sexually, they need their partner to be mindful, caring and appreciative of them and their pleasure in and out of the bedroom
Cancer placements are sooooo passionate in bed much like fire signs but only if they have feelings for you. Also, they aren't always submissive?? Yes they might want to be babied and cared for but depending on other placements they can very much dominate and take the role of care-giver and provider
People associate Neptune to porn and I donât disagree (cause fantasies and stuff), but Iâve noticed itâs actually Mars-Uranus/Aquarius Mars and Uranus/Aquarius in the 8th house the ones who actually wanna have sex like they do in porn. That sort of more kinky, rough and emotionally detached sex
Is it just me or Sagittarius rising women are always involved in some sex scandal and constantly sexualized? I mean Kim K, Paris Hilton, Jennifer Lawrence, Scarlett Johanson⊠I also personally know many Sag rising women who have this ânaughty girlâ reputation iykwim
Venus-Moon aspects in a manâs chart is the womanizer aspect 100%. Same with men with domicile or exalted Venus and/or Moon. Their sex appeal is very charming, non-intimidating and welcoming so women easily feel soothed by their presence. If underdeveloped they will be very cringe and will tend to make inappropriate advances. I've seen this a lot in men who had a habit of objectifying women. They're horny af and don't hide it, tend to go for conventionally attractive women that can provide satisfaction to all their senses and desires
Saturn influence on Venus/Mars are VERY sensual. They like to keep the pacing very steady without losing momentum
Lilith conjunction to inner placements in synastry will always give that cat and mouse dynamics in a relationship. The Lilith person specially will want to often tease, seduce and even play mind-games to the planet person which causes a lot of sexual intrigue
If, like me, you expected fire in the the 8th house to be the most active in bed then you thought WRONG. It's the exact opposite actually. They demand to be pleased and can actually be the type to just sit back and enjoy
Aries Moon/Venus men are huge bottoms (unless chart says otherwise). They are attracted to a very bold and confident woman that can put him in his place
Earth signs are the freakiest actually. Think about it, earth rules the 3D, the tangible physical world, so it makes sense for these signs to be the most attached to sensuality and exploring physical pleasures in different ways. Honestly people with prominent earth (mars, Venus, moon specially) are always SO hot and sexy, they ooze sensuality and I've noticed they tend to be the most generous in bed, they're all about providing baby
Lilith women can be particularly fond of the cowgirl position
Idk why everyone is so hooked up on 8th house synastry for sexual matters and never talk about 12th house. I've seen this overlay a lot more in couples, specially when Mars/Venus/Moon is here. There is A LOT of unspoken tension and attraction, this house overlay is very haunting in all cases from what I've seen, specially for the house person. This person may wake up desires you didn't even know you had and will randomly loom in your memory forever
Scorpio Mars is sexually overrated I said what I said. No, they're not bad in bed but they're definitely not the sexual gods people make them out to be. What's exciting about being with these natives is the energy, anticipation and passion more than anything (also they last a reeeeaaally long time), but once they get in the act they get completely driven by their lust and desire which makes their performance a bit animalistic and reckless. They tend to be the type to go straight into the crotch area and forget any other kind foreplay and stimulation. Being with them will feel like sleeping with a very horny person that is having sex for the very first time in their lives. They're also not as freaky as people make them out to be, sure they're open to trying stuff but idk there's something about them that is low-key a bit conservative and closed off (which is fine)
Virgo, Pisces and Cancer Lilith are the type to act innocent before/during/after doing the most filthy shit
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Cinematic Sparks (Kim Namjoon x Lewis Hamilton's sister!Reader)
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y/nhamilton A weekend well spentđđ
mercedesamgf1 you should spend more weekends with usđ„čđ„č user1 the hamilton's have great genesâ€ïžâ€ïž user2 so pretty!!đđ user3 the first pictuređđ user4 how is she so pretty even without make up??đ©đ© lewishamilton stop telling dad I don't take you placesđ€đ€ y/nhamilton lewishamilton never bc its the truthđĄ lewishamilton y/nhamilton that's why I don't take you anywheređââïžđââïž
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y/nhamilton I coquettified him!!đđ
lewishamilton take that picture downđĄ y/nhamilton NO𫹠nicorosberg that's why you're my favourite Hamilton â€ïžâ€ïžLiked by the Author mercedesamgf1 why didn't we think of that?đ€ user5 I want a brother like Lewisđ„Č user6 Lewis I get you ma brother, my sisters crazy just like yoursđ„ user7 she looks so perfect doing anythingđ«đ« user8 we love you Y/N. Never change for this industryđ€Łđ€Ł user9 user8 what industry? f1? user8 user9 she's an actor, she starred in a lot of movies and showsđ
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y/nhamilton Exhausted from all the promo but I hope you guys will enjoy seeing me in the new Netflix original
user10 I just watched it and I love itâ€ïžâ€ïž user11 effortlessly prettyđđ user12 her interviews are rivetingđ user13 her chemistry with her co-stars is unbelievableđ«ąđ«ą
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user14 OMG!! YOU LOOK SO GOOD IN A HANBOKâ€ïžâ€ïž user15 That caption is bomb đ©đ© user16 I ran into her the other day and she was the nicest person and we took pictures and even gave her autographđ„čđ„č y/friend/user best girls trip everrrrđ„čđ„č y/bff/user wanna go back!!!â€ïžâđ©čđ„Č
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gossippage Dispatch Korea released pictures of a couple saying they are Y/N Hamilton and RM of BTS. The outlet says that they were spotted a couple times spanning months going in and out of RM's Hannam-dong apartment. The couple or their agency are yet to confirm anything
user17 obviously namjoon pulled her, I mean look at herđ© user18 you can't even see their face, it's utter bsđ€đ€ user19 they are grown adults, if they date then they date user20 I hope it's true, I wanna see Namjoon at racesđ„č user21 it's funny how 7 time world champion's sister's dating some one who cannot driveđ€Łđ€Ł user22 I think it's true, RM just followed herđ„Čđ„Č
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Omg Omg this has been in my mind for so longđźâđš Imagine G!p manager yujin x idol reader who's like obsessed with her (like sick in the head obsessed, she would get jealous and all mad when Yujin talks to someone other than her and she would do anything to please her manager) and Yujin who uses that to her advantage to get and do whatever she wants with reader đ”âđ«
lowkey was mad as hell writing this (meaning i got too into it UMMM) so if this sounds intense or like i went overboard thatâs whysjfhficnsrhck đđđđ
[cw: cnc (implied), g!p yujin, good olâ manipulation, unhealthy power dynamic, dare i say abuse of power, like yujin really sucks lmao.]
at first, yujin really wouldnât know what to do with all the attention you were giving her and she would actually think you were pretty weird getting all chummy with her for no reason⊠until she starts to enjoy it all and get weird herself đ”âđ« she finds it fascinating how jealous you would get over the tiniest things! a few examples would be: her eyes lingering on some other pretty idol for too long, sheâs talking to the female staffs for too long, sheâs getting along too well with the other managers, or sheâs smiling while texting some of her friends that you donât know about⊠all of it made you mad, and also made you look insane! but yujin fucking loved it.
all of that made it all too easy to wrap you around her finger đ eventually you were just so desperate to be the only girl in yujinâs heart that you quite literally did everything she wanted you to do đ„ș yujin would act friendly to you and make little âhelpfulâ comments about what you should wear during airport appearances or variety shows or content videos until even your personal fashion style has changed based on what you thought was what she wanted to see from you!
to everyone else you were just doing what your manager was suggesting but they would never guess that it was something a lot darker than that since yujin makes your dynamic look so sweet and wholesome to your fans 𫣠you keep sucking up to her, letting her practically dictate how you play your career until you finally get what you want which was⊠well, getting fucked in the backseat of yujinâs car that conveniently had its windows tinted đ«ą
she said it had been a tiring day for her and you wanted to make it better so.. thatâs how you ended up spreading your legs open for her while she just rams her big cock inside you đ„ș didnât matter if it was your first time, or that she was too big, or that you already came so much and made a mess on the seatsâit felt good more than it hurt so you allowed yujinnie to rut away at you until she finally came deep inside you and make the pain, the insults she threw at you, and the headache-inducing hair grabbing all worth itâŠ
manager yujin-nim starts using you like you were some kind of sex doll from then on but??? you were really into it??? but of course you were!! bcs this was everything you wantedâto be touched by her, to be loved by her, to be fucked by her⊠it was perfect! đ she drags you away every time thereâs a break during practice and everybody thinks she needs to discuss some things with you but nope, yujinâs got you moaning and whining inside a bathroom stall, your legs wrapped tightly around her waist while sheâs fucking into you like a dog in heat đ« đ« sheâd tell you to keep your voice down but why would she make this all less fun??
yujinnie encourages you to scream her name, to beg louder, to cry harder and you actually do it, simply bcs it was what she wanted and she gets a hell of a kick outta that! and sheâs so drunk on power that she really does just fuck you whenever she wants! đ whether youâre ready for it or not, yujin will just take your arm, drag you to a secluded area, and relieve herself using you đ„°
itâll cost you your precious career one day and you know that but⊠youâre way too in love with the sick bastard that is yujin to even care anymore đ«
#ive smut#ive scenarios#ive imagines#ive x female reader#ive x fem reader#ive x reader#ahn yujin x female reader#ahn yujin x fem reader#ahn yujin x reader#ahn yujin scenarios#ahn yujin smut#ahn yujin imagines#yujin smut#yujin scenarios#yujin x female reader#yujin x fem reader#yujin x reader#yujin imagines#girl group smut#girl group x reader#girl group imagines#girl group x fem reader#girl group scenarios#girl group x female reader#g!p ive#g!p idol#g!p ahn yujin#g!p yujin#kpop smut
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Super Random Astro Observations Pt. IV
as always, i am not an astrologer just a silly girl that knows a ton about astrologyđ€
View more observations in this series here:
Super Random Astro Observations
Super Random Astro Observations Pt. II
Super Random Astro Observations Pt. III
â§âËđ sun conjuct pluto synastry first meeting was so insane!!
â§âËđ upon reading into these aspects everything makes sense with my last situation⊠i also had mercury conjuct pluto with him and as pluto there was a huge obsession over him and intrigue the instant i met him & he def had secrets and a hard time opening up i could tell that he kept cards close to his chest.
â§âËđ as a gemini venus & mars and the only coworkers ive made instant friends with being geminis is so crazy to međ i swear, they love to chat with me & i love it with them !!
â§âËđ back to the gemini energy, i can ALWAYS feel when someone has gemini placements like omg. every gemini sun ive gotten close with makes a point of like talking about everything ever , asking questions they probably shouldnât ask, & just being overactive in that wayđ i will say that i feel like gemini in sun sign is kind of weak just in the sense that other placements can reallyyyy mellow their sun out.
â§âËđ 2nd house venus in lunar return chart i spent money with absolutely no care lol. it was also in a taurus degree & i spent it solely on beauty products & clothes LOL
â§âËđ as an 8th houser (mercury especially) i have like a super big thing with being inconspicuous & using indirect language in conversation with ppl im just getting to know whenever they ask me questions, because i just donât feel like they should know things ab međ
â§âËđ so im like 2/3 months away from my solar return and am seeing it show up in real time⊠6h stellium in my natal 7th is making me focus on work relationships & i donât usually make friends w coworkers and ive already made 2 friends , one coworker i just met yesterday and another that i met like two months ago lol
â§âËđ after experiencing 8h synastry it rlly felt like the year was almost separated from before i met him and then after because of how different life felt for me afterwards
â§âËđ I noticed SO many 9h northnode celebrities having very similar life structures. Affluent or well off religious parent(s), moving homes often when young or in adulthood, having teachers or being guided by someone, studied their future profession in school/college, and lastly a lesser commonality i noticed was adopting a different religion at some stage in their life. i think above all with this placement leaving your birth town/ your place of residence could be important in your life story. (Ex: Donna Summer moving to Europe to preform in the musical âHairâ which jumpstarted her career!)
â§âËđ also random but i noticed that a lot of virgo rising celebrities with 9h northnode were the youngest of 3 siblings & i am too so i thought that was super interesting lol or being one of 3 siblings, being the 3rd child birthed could be significant
â§âËđ leo mars musicians and being effortlessly good at playing instruments/having the ability to create their own special way of doing something /putting their own spin on something in their music⊠ex: Jeff Beck, Paul McCartney
â§âËđ so i always reference a life changing event in these that altered everything about my existence but i never reference what my solar return showed for that year. i had a 12th house stellium (sun,jupiter,neptune,chiron) and mercury, northnode, and uranus in my first house. it literally reads like a hidden part of myself is finally let out and expands, and it was almost like â fateâ for me to change mentally and physically that year. i also had pluto 10h and this feels like it manifested in a public change, or a change in public image and i literally had customers at my job going âyou look different everytime i see youâ đ«ą, my natal sun sign was on the ascendant too and that year i started to come more into myself or i guess i became more like myself if that makes sense!(astrology is scary & almost so overt at times , itâs funny)
â§âËđ a year when i was overly promiscuous i had 8h moon & vertex in my solar returnâŠ
â§âËđ the month i got covid last year in my lunar return i had neptune & saturn retrograding in 6th house ,neptune square my midheaven & i was out of work for weeks lol
â§âËđ this one is less of an observation more of a question for the cultuređ has anyone else seen how lunar returns, solar returns, transits ,etc. kind of like hint that something or someone important is coming towards you? i think that is SO interesting because the month i met my ex online ,i had 7h vertex, chiron, & northnode but i remember at the time not considering him until the day before my lunar return chart switched to the next month when he made a big impression on me & asked to take me out and in that lunar return chart i had 7h juno & then 7h vertex again!
â§âËđ 3 months before i met my ex, my ascendant progressed into libra in my progressed chartđ«ą
â§âËđ some transits i had for meeting him in person were transit south node trine venus and transit venus sextile northnode! i 1000% consider him as one of my first big karmic partners. you guys can read more about this meetings transits here !
â§âËđ Iâve recently been introduced to solar arc progressions which is a form of predictive astrology and found out iâm supposed to have a fated meeting with someone february 10th𫹠solar arcs only work to predict something like this if you have confirmation from 3 different chart sources tho!!! For me My Solar Return, Lunar Return, and transits confirm this meeting.
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Thank you so much for reading! Comment what other Astrology content I should make bc i have no idea lol. I hope you guys enjoyed these observations âĄ
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Prompt number 7 with Logan đ«ą
ââ a/n: ooo, this is a good pick! I also apologize for the week delay; work was kicking my ass. but thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy; this is a long one - kaya <3 (prompt list)
We're Just Friends? - Logan Howlett: the one when you realized it meant more to him that you assumed
ââ pairing: Logan Howlett x professor!fem!reader
ââ prompt #7: "Why did you leave me like that back there?" "Because." "Because, what?" "Because your dumbass can't figure out how much it hurts me when you say that we're "just friends."
ââ content warning: hurt/comfort, miscommunication, friends to lover's trope, suggestive in the end
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Itâs Charles' birthday party tonight that Jean and Storm decided to throw for him at the mansion. All the adults were to attend the black-tie shindig along with invited colleagues and so on.Â
You were excited to have something to dress up for and eat some fancy food unlike the brute man pouting as he leans against your bathroom door.Â
âI put on the suit that should be enough,â Logan sasses to you, âI ainât putting on the damn bowtie.â
You roll your eyes as you put the cap back on your lipstick with an aggressive sigh, âDonât be such a diva, Logan. Wear the bowtie.â
You get goosebumps seeing the dirtiest look heâs ever given to you through the mirror. Youâre also fighting for your life to not break out into a fit of laughs. âThe fuck did you call me?â he snaps.Â
You couldnât hold the laugh any longer and it slips from your lips as the dirty look turns into a pout on his face. Ignoring his question, you walk towards him and grab the bowtie from his hand. Logan has to fight to keep a straight face as your pretty self, inches closer with another step. If he could, heâd pull you in by the waist and take your lipstick off with a kiss.Â
âItâs for one night. One night only,â you say with pleading eyes, âAnd women love a bowtie on a man so who knows who you might pull into your bed tonight,â you joke with a smile and wiggling eyebrows.Â
Loganâs jaw clenches at your words. The only woman he wants to pull tonight is you but he doesnât think youâd like that, so he shakes the thought away even though it hurts to do so.
You on the other hand wanted to slap yourself in the face for saying that because you just hurt your own feelings. You really donât want to see Logan and a woman - who isnât you - clinging to his arm at the end of tonight. Maybe you said that as foreshadowing to help prepare you for the moment that will eventually happen. But you ignore the pang in your heart.Â
Logan scoffs aggressively as he takes the bowtie back from you and begins tying it himself while looking at the mirror, âYeah, because thatâs the goal I had for myself leading up to tonight,â he says sarcastically while you give him a look of smugness as you watch him finish the tie.Â
âYou look good though,â you say with a small smile as you adjust the tie a little bit.Â
Logan looks back down to you with a tight-lipped smile. âYou look good too, darlin,â he says back in a gentle tone.
And good is an understatement when it comes to you because you look so goddamn breathtaking. He couldnât keep his eyes off you before today and now he thinks his greatest battle is to not admire you in your dress tonight.Â
A black form-fitting dress is criminal to wear in front of him because this is his first time seeing the shape of your body and it makes him want to see more for his eyes only. Your heels give you extra height, but you still canât reach up to him and he finds it endearing.Â
Why do you have to be so beautifulâŠ
You see him in a daze as he looks at you and you almost think itâs longing. But that's just a wish you have. âLogan? Are you still there?â you say with a wave to bring him back down to earth.Â
Logan smiles as he nods, âWhere else would I be, huh?â he asks.Â
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The party started hours ago and itâs still growing strong.Â
Everyone is laughing, mingling, and dancing the night away. You say it's almost peaceful seeing everyone letting loose from the stress that has been filling up their lives. Everyone, including yourself, needed this. Everyone except Logan.
Such a party pooperâŠÂ
You walk up to him as he takes a swig of his drink. He looks up at you with a questioning look, expecting you to say whatever it is thatâs on your mind.Â
âI donât think Iâve seen you get up once other than for a drink,â you say knowingly.
Logan sighs, âAt least, I got up instead waving down one of the servers.â
You groan at his words before walking around the table and pulling him up by his arm. âAt least be polite and make your rounds to everyone,â you complain, âThen you can sit back down.â
Logan almost laughs at your miserable attempt to get him out of the comfort of his seat. But to save you from the embarrassment of falling on your ass, he sighs and gets up. âOnly if you stay with me. Weâre both suffering together,â he says almost pridefully as he moves your hand to wrap around his arm.Â
Your face turns into a heater feeling his muscles along the expanse of his arms. You could only imagine how safe youâd feel having both arms wrapped around your body securely. At least you can bask in the moment a little longer before it gets taken away.
You stay on Loganâs arm as you both say your hellos and how are youâs. You canât deny that it feels good to have him this close to you. And he canât deny how comforting it is to be under your touch. He hasn't felt this relaxed in years. The more time he spends having you hold onto him like this only hurts him a lot more. Because the moment gets taken away every single time, he hears you say âweâre just friendsâ in nearly every conversation.Â
âOh no! We just came here as friends!â
âYouâre too funny! Weâre just friends.â
And he swore he heard somebody comment about how heâs like a fucking brother to you??
Now that one really started to boil his blood.Â
Yes, you are friends. Best friends if anything but it will never hurt less to hear you say those three words. Those words are like that one annoying tune that is stuck on replay all night. Every person or group of people you both have gone up to have made comments or asked questions if you guys came to the party together. And just like the first time you were asked up till the last time, you were way too quick to shoot them down with âwe're just friendsâ.Â
After all the last couple of years since heâs been around you hopelessly thinking youâd catch onto his longing stares, lingering touches, and being by your side during missions, he thought eventually youâll get the hint. Tonight is showing him that you wonât ever reciprocate his feelings back. Heâs been shot, stabbed and you can name the rest, but this emotional pain is burning at him from the inside and out. Heâs starting not to be able to take your stinging words any longer.Â
Finally, all the rounds were made when you both made your way to Jean and Storm sitting at one of the tables. âI didnât think you were actually able to get him out of that chair, Y/n,â Jean laughs.
âYou made him into a social butterfly,â Storm snickers as Logan pulls out one of the chairs for you. Â
You giggle at their comments while Logan scoffed out a âwhateverâ and looked away from you three as he took a seat. He can feel his hurt turning to anger right now and heâs trying really hard not to show it. He gently removes your arm from his as he waves a server down for a drink. Sensing something is off youâre about to ask him if heâs okay, but Storm beats you from talking.Â
âYou guys looked good out there though. Like a cute married couple,â she smiles as Jean nodded in agreement.
If only they and Logan knew how much you donât oppose the idea of being married to him, but you could only laugh it off. Thatâs what youâve been doing nearly all night as you and Logan made the rounds. You donât think youâve ever sounded like a broken record player having to repeat that you guys are purely platonic. You were just hoping that Logan wouldnât start causing a scene when you heard him nearly growl every time you started talking. He seemed so tense too, more than usual but you thought it was because you were dragging him around to talk to people he wasnât interested in.Â
Which is why you would turn down the comments about you and Logan dating because you didnât think that heâd enjoy that type of conversation about you but boy, were you so wrong.Â
âPlease, donât make me repeat it again,â you playfully groan out with a laugh, âI donât know how much I can take having to explain that I wonât ever see Logan that way-â
SLAM!!
You and the girls jump from the startling sound of Logan slamming his drink on the table then watch him storming off his chair and into the mansion. Stunned by his actions you look down at the glass and see that it had cracked from the force then look back at him walking away. You go after Logan without thinking, âIâll go check on him,â you say as you speed off your chair in worried haste.Â
Where did that come from? And why is he walking away so fast? Heâs already made it inside the house in less than thirty seconds. Your feet hurt enough already from the heels, but you caught up to him as he was about to make his way upstairs.
âLogan!â you call as you pick up your pace a little more, but he ignores you, âUgh! Logan!â
âWhat?â he snapped at you with a venomous tone.
You nearly cower at his nasty attitude towards you. Heâs never talked to you like that before and you begin to feel uneasy about being the target of his rage. "Whatâs wrong? Why did you leave like that?â you ask as you follow him up the stairs. You're only two steps behind him.
âBecause.â he continues walking with bigger strides.
âBecause??â you repeat. Youâre starting to get irritated with his attitude, âBecause, what? Logan would you please slow dow-â
âBecause I canât fucking stand that your dumbass can't figure out how much it hurts me when you say that we're "just friends!!â he yells as he turns around to give you his full rage.
You stood there frozen and stunned by his words and also at the fact that he yelled at you louder this time too. You feel yourself start to shrink from his voice. You couldnât think to get a word in before he interrupted you once more.
âHow much longer should I have to deal with the fact that you only see me as your friend and nothing more, Y/n! Youâre walkinâ around telling people down there that Iâm only your friend and you were just telling Storm and Jean that you wonât ever see me more than that!â he shouts at you with a face full of hurt and anger, âWhy havenât you realized that I love you. That Iâve been in love with you. Y/n!â
Your heart stopped for a second hearing him say that. There are too many whirlwinds of emotions going on right now. Itâs hard for you to fully grasp the fact that he just confessed to you. Logan Howlett confessed to you. Looking at him you realize that maybe heâs also realizing that he confessed too with how his eyes widened.Â
You both stand there on the staircase in ear piercing silence as Logan pants from his rage. He rips his eyes off of you as he runs a hand down his face in stress. He looks so hurt right now. Your eyes are beginning to tear up from being the reason why heâs so hurt. But he needs to know that you feel the same way.Â
After a minute of silence and trying to find your words, you softly but hesitantly speak up. âLoganâŠ,â you shakingly call his name as you step forward. Youâre about to reach for his hand but he steps back away from you.
âNo,â he interrupted you while shaking his head. He doesnât want to hear your rejection right now. Heâs so angry at himself for letting his feelings for you drag on for this long. And he confessed to you in a way he never imagined he would. âJust forget I said anything. Iâm done.â
Done�
With that he storms off again much faster than before up to his room. Leaving you behind to swallow his words more. He loves you. How could that be? You swore he felt the complete opposite after all this time. He said he was done too. Done with you?Â
While his words were finally settling in, you didnât realize the tears had fallen down your cheeks. He loves you and then tells you heâs done. After all this time you thought he couldnât see you that way, especially when he first arrived, he had a thing for Jean. But now, after his days of visiting you in the greenhouse, waiting for you in the hallway to get coffee in the mornings, and so much more⊠Youâve blind to his advancements. Even the way he talks to you is different from how he usually is and you didnât realize that till he started yelling at you five minutes ago.Â
You let out a shaky sigh to stop the sobs from slipping.Â
God, you feel so stupid.Â
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Itâs been a couple weeks since the party and the last time you saw, let alone talked to Logan.Â
Youâve never felt so lonely in the greenhouse by yourself and not having him there listening to you rant about whatever plant or lecture you need to get off your chest. You miss feeling his presence around you - the smell of his cigar, his teasing, his oddly comforting words that he held only for you⊠You miss him so much, but he wants nothing to do with you anymore.
The morning after the party you waited for him in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, but he never came. You tried knocking on his door a couple times after that when you wouldnât see him but no answer. You knew he was in there counting from the energy you feel from the plant you jokingly gave him as a present, but you didnât want to push him more. You also never failed to notice the way he would avoid you around the mansion. While the home was huge, you still saw him from a far and heâd walk away after your first glance in his direction.Â
So, you gave him what he wanted. Space.Â
And here you are sitting on one of the lounge chairs in the greenhouse at two in the morning. You couldnât sleep or you havenât been able to sleep without hearing Loganâs loud voice repeating his words in your head. The only thing thatâs soothing you is the soft sound of the fountain that youâre sitting in front of. You stare at the lily pads floating in the water as you keep blinking back to that night Logan confessed. Would you call it a confession if he did it angrily? If he only wouldâve stayed for thirty seconds longer, he would know that you love him too.Â
Logan was sitting in the kitchen nursing on a bottle of soda since the damn house doesnât have any beer or form of alcohol. God, he could use several of them right now to get what happened out of his head. He let his hurt turn into anger when he yelled out his love for you. Heâs never felt so embarrassed doing that especially after seeing the look of shock and hurt on your face too.Â
He just couldnât stop the wave of emotions leaving his mouth in the form of words. He needed to get it off his chest after the number of times he was friend-zoned by you in one night. After he ditched you on the stairs to go into his room, heâll admit that he felt a little lighter knowing that he finally told you how he feels but the weight came back when he started avoiding you.Â
With how hard you were trying to get him to talk to you it just made him feel worse. Yes, heâs choosing to avoid you, but it doesnât hurt him any less. Heâd do anything to talk to you again, but he thinks nothing will be the same anymore, hence the reason for avoiding you. Again, heâs also embarrassed for throwing a tantrum on the stairs as he angrily declared his love for you.Â
He still canât believe he did thatâŠ
Logan frustratingly sighs as he chugs the rest of his drink as he gets up from his sitting. Maybe a walk will help. He needs to shake his feelings off and deal with the fact that he canât come back from his confession.Â
He zips his jacket up from the chill of the night as he steps out into the backyard and begins his walk.Â
Nothing is heard other than silence as he furthers into the yard. He begins to get lost in thought as you come back into his mind. The way you looked scared from his rising voice to the sudden look of surprise when he said he loved you. Fuck, he still loves you despite the fact he hasnât seen much of you the last two weeks. He misses you a lot.
âDamnit,â he mutters under his breath as he irritatedly kicks a pinecone out of his way.
 Logan continues to walk with no destination until he suddenly stops in his tracks to see the lights on in the greenhouse. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion because he knows how late it is and he knows youâre in there by yourself. But why are you in there and how long have you been in there? He ponders for a bit as he stares at the warm lights illuminating the glass walls.Â
He stands there for a minute or two longer then makes his way to the double doors of the greenhouse. Usually when he or anyone walks up, youâd feel their presence and have the plants open the doors, but nothing happens. He looks around at the plants that surround the door to see if any of them move. But nothing, theyâre still. He doesnât sense any danger, but something is definitely off.Â
He opens the doors without thinking and walks inside to find you.Â
Itâs eerily quiet inside as he walks around. He sniffs the air to smell for you and walks over to one of the fountains to where it leads to you. Your head is peeking out from the other side of the lounge chair, but you still haven't moved. He carefully walks around to find you curled up against the armrest sleeping. You look cozy and at peace if he wouldnât have noticed the dry tear marks along your cheeks.Â
His face turns into a look of regret instantly. Avoiding you was just him hurting both of your feelings with no end goal behind it. He was beginning to feel stupid and childish about this whole ordeal. How he feels about you shouldnât be the end of the bond that you guys already had with each other.Â
Besides tear marks, Logan also noticed the bags under your eyes as he kneeled down to be face to face with you. He sighs softly and brings the back of his hand to gently wipe the tear marks off your face. Your cheeks feel cold to the touch. You should be asleep in the comfort of your bed right now where it's warmer. So, Logan sucks up his feelings to wake you up.
The hand that was on your cheek moves down to your arm and starts to soothingly rub your arm up and down. âY/n,â he whispers, âWake up.â
You barely stir and it makes him want to laugh because you're such a heavy sleeper. So, he moves you a bit more and your eyebrows begin to furrow in irritation. For once you were sleeping somewhat well and youâre being woken up. You hear Loganâs voice, but you think it's just a dream until you hear him clearer the more you wake up.Â
âLogan?â you murmured as your eyes began to open.
âYeah, darlinâ, itâs me,â he whispers back to you, âLet's get you back to bed.â
You lock eyes with his soft gaze, and youâve never felt more relieved to see and feel him this close to him. You sit up instantly, âHiâŠâ you say to him.
He smiles softly a stary strand of hair away from your face, âHey⊠You shouldnât be sleeping here alone, you know.â
You nodded as you rub the sleepiness away from your eyes as you look away from him. âI havenât been able to sleep,â you said. Logan hums in response and silence settles for a moment between you two. You bite your bottom lip nervously as you start to think of what to say but you cower from the thought thinking that he wonât listen to you like before. You move your eyes to look at him, but you realize that he was still looking at you.
Logan couldnât take his eyes off of you since he found you asleep. It feels like he hasnât seen you for months to almost a lifetime. If you only knew how much you have molded yourself into his mind since day one. He sees how nervous you are right now from the way youâre looking back at him. Heâs about to apologize for his outburst but you beat him to it.Â
âI love you, Logan.â
Wait what?
A look of shock was thrown onto his face, but you interrupted him again. âI-If you would have stayed longer, I wouldâve had the chance to say it back to you,â you stammer softly, âAnd Iâm so sorry for hurting your feelings during the party. I swear, I-I thought that I was saving you from the conversations that I had dragged you to. Iâm so sorry.â
You feel the tears fall again with how fast your eyes are building them up. You missed him too much and he needs to know this time that you've always felt the same way. Youâre about to continue apologizing but Logan cups one of your cheeks with his warm hand. You feel his thumb wipe a tear and it makes you hold his hand with yours while you nuzzle your cheek further into his touch.Â
"I missed you, Logan...," you shakingly sigh out.
"I missed you too, darlin'"
Relieved tears fell while Logan came closer to rest his forehead against yours. You feel so comforted to have him this close again. You run your hand up his chest to lure him closer.Â
âIâm sorry too,â he sighs under your touch, âI was mad at myself and took it out on you. I didnât mean to scare you either. IâŠI love you so much.â
You feel his lips brush so lightly against yours, it makes you pull away slightly to look back at him again. You don't think words can describe how much you need him impossibly close to you right now, it's making you needy for him. Your eyes move down to his lips then back up to his hazel ones.
âKiss me, Lo-â
You didnât have to finish the damn sentence because his lips met yours in an instant. Like hell he was going to walk away again now. A warm feeling blossoms in your chest as he pulls you closer to him with both of his arms around you to make you wrap your legs around his waist. Logan nearly groans, feeling you pressed against his body. The smell of the soft eucalyptus scent of your conditioner was making him dizzy but only made him crave for you more.Â
You feel him pull you toward him more before getting up from his kneeled position near fluently with you in his arms. You gasped out a laugh at his brute strength and he smirked smugly.
âShow offâŠ,â you say blissfully.
Logan chuckles as goes back in for another kiss, âYouâll learn to love it, sweetheart.â
You smile as you shyly bite your lips hearing him call you that. You couldnât help yourself and went in for another kiss. Your bodies heatedly pressed together as you cupped both sides of his cheeks making him part his lips just enough for you to slip your tongue inside his mouth. Logan didnât stop himself from sinking into your embrace despite holding you in his arms.Â
You both lose your thoughts, getting lost into the comfort of the kiss. It felt so natural to have each other this close and it makes you wonder why it took so long for you both to get to this moment. And neither of you were planning on stopping it. You want more of him and he wants more of you. The ache you feel in your core is calling for more of his touch.Â
You force yourself to pull away and you feel him chase after your lips. âFuck, baby. Whyâda stop?â you can hear how desperate he is for you right now and it and it makes you smile.
âTake me to bed LoâŠ,â you whisper against his lips, âI need to feel more of you.â
You didnât have to tell him twice because he instantly tossed you over his shoulder making you squeal out a laugh.
âLetâs go then, pretty girl.â
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addicted to your rafe!! you mentioned in the bartender!reader au that rafe shared his life story after their first time together and was just wondering if youd ever write about it? would love to read about rafe spilling all (in more ways than one hehe) and reader's reaction but only if its something youre interested in writing!!
i was planning on making the smut really cute BUT...it got a little out of hand bc they're both horny so....enjoy!!! but there's fluff i promise. and he spills everything (eheheh)đââïžđââïžđ𫹠thank you for the request đ©”đ«
i'll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands - r.c (+18)
pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe) warnings: SMUT!!!!; a little angst by the end and lots of fluff.



It's past midnight, and youâre sprawled out on your bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. Youâre still in your ratty tank top and sleep shorts, some throwaway show mumbling in the background.
The nightâs quiet, a little too quiet, so when you hear a low thump at the window, you nearly jump out of your skin.
But you know that sound.
Thatâs Rafe.
You glance over just as his messy dark blond head pops up outside the window, blue eyes gleaming mischievously. Your heart does this stupid thing, and youâre grinning before you even realize it. You slide the window up quickly, shushing him though you know heâs careful.
"Hi,â You whisper, leaning into him the second heâs in, his broad shoulders blotting out the rest of the room.
âMiss me?â he murmurs back, lips quirking as he brushes a hand through your hair.
âMaybe a little,â You tease, tugging him closer by the front of his shirt. Rafeâs standing there in just a pair of worn jeans and a black T-shirt that clings to every hard line of muscle.
God, it should be illegal for him to look this good.
His hair is still damp at the tips, like he just came from a shower. He leans down and kisses you, his fingers moving to the bare skin at your waist. Youâve been doing this dance for two months now. All hot make-outs that never really go anywhere. Mostly because youâre the one always getting called away for shifts, for family, for whatever comes up.
But right now, right here? Thereâs no work, no responsibilities. Itâs just you and him. And the way heâs looking at you right now, all hooded eyes and smirking lips, itâs driving you crazy.
âWhyâd you sneak in, hmm?â You murmur against his lips, playing with the hem of his shirt. He pulls back, just enough to look down at you, a lazy smile on his face.
âWanted to see you,â he breathes, eyes tracing over me like youâre something to devour. âCouldnât wait.â
You practically pounce on him, shoving him back until heâs pinned against the wall by the window, his eyes widening for a split second before his hands are holding your hips, steadying you as you sit on his lap. You love it when he manspreads.
Itâs so unlike you itâs almost funny, but at this point youâre desperate to feel him. You press yourself up against him, grinding slowly, and you feel the exact moment he realizes just how serious you are right now.
âFuck, babyââ he groans as his grip tightens, like heâs trying to keep himself in check. But you donât want him to hold back.
âIâm done waiting,â You breathe, pushing his shirt up and over his head in one quick motion. âRafeâIâm losing my mind here.â His shirt hits the floor, and you let yourself really look at him.
All muscle, golden tan skin, the little dip between his abs youâve fantasized about running your tongue along. Youâve seen him shirtless a million times, but right now?
Heâs a masterpiece.
âIâm so horny it hurts, okay?â You admit in a whisper, almost like you canât help it. His lips twitch as he leans in, his breath hot against your neck.
You feel your cheeks heat up. Itâs not like youâre shy around him anymore, not really, but this feels different. Youâre usually more reserved, the one who lets him make the moves, but tonight...you canât help yourself.
âSorry baby,â he murmurs as he rolls his hips up, and fuck, you can feel how hard he is already, straining against his jeans, âWant me to fix it for you?â
You know what heâs asking. Youâve had this conversation beforeâkind of.
The two of you have been skirting around it for weeks now, with heavy petting and breathless goodnights. You want more. You hook your fingers into his belt loops, tugging at him, and he hisses, biting back a curse.Â
âBedâ he grunts, half-laughing, half-panting as he lifts you like you weigh nothing, carrying you across the room.
Youâre already tearing at his belt by the time you hit the bed, and he lets out this breathless, desperate sound, half-plea, half-growl that shoots straight through you.
âNeed you,â You gasp, yanking the belt free, popping the button on his jeans. Heâs still standing, hovering over you as you sit on the bed, and you look up at him, chest heaving, hair messy, eyes wild.
âYeah?â he breathes, and thereâs this edge to his voice. You smirk, tugging his zipper down slowly, deliberately, keeping your eyes on his as you push his jeans down his hips.
âYeah,â You know you have him. Heâs yours, and heâs done waiting, too.
Once his jeans hit the floor, heâs on you, all heat and muscle. Rafeâs hands grip your wrists, pinning them above your head as he looks down at you, breathing hard.Â
âI was trying to make it special,â he murmurs, his voice low, almost gravelly. âOur first time.â
You canât help but roll your eyes, heâs so stupidly and unexpectedly endearing sometimes it makes you fall even more.
âThis not special enough for you?â You tease, arching your back and lifting your hips, feeling the slickness pooling between your thighs. âI donât do it for you?â
âOh, you do it for me, baby. Believe me,â His voice drops an octave, ââM trying to be a gentleman.â
âI donât want a gentleman,â You quip, your tone playful, âI just want you.â
He wants to give in, but you know he also wants to take his time. âYou sure about this?â
âRafe. My shorts are stuck to my skin.â
He breathes in sharply, head dropping to your shoulder, as he murmurs, âYouâre not wearing any panties?â
âMaybe I am, maybe Iâm not. Whatâs it to you?â You tease, biting your lip, but you know youâre being a little reckless, teasing him like this.
Heâs gonna get you good.
Rafe lifts his head, that infuriatingly handsome smirk still plastered on his face.
âSo you are, huh?â His voice is low, almost predatory. âYou trying to drive me crazy?â
You shrug, trying to play it cool even though it physically hurts not to touch him the way you want to right now. âWhat if I am?â
âGod, youâre so beautiful,â he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck. You arch against him, your breath hitching when he finds the sensitive spot just below your ear and sucks gently.
Your top hits the floor a second later. Heâs kissing you again, his hands cupping you through your bra.
âPlease,â you breathe, not even sure what you are asking for.
More, closer, something to stop the aching between your thighs. He seems to understand, though. He always does.Â
He unclasps your bra and tosses it aside, taking you in inch by inch, âMy pretty girl,â You feel a blush creep up your cheeks, but before you can think about it, he dips his head and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.
Your fingers dig into his shoulders, he hums against your skin, the vibration making you delirious. His hand slids down to your shorts, pulling them with an easiness that makes your head spin. Then they are gone, too, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Rafe pulls back slightly, his eyes raking over your body with a look that makes you squirm.
âBeautiful,â he mutters, almost to himself. âSo fucking beautiful.â
âRafe,â you whisper, reaching for him. When he finally slips his fingers into your ruined panties, you are already trembling, whimpering, rocking against his hand.
âShh,â he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. âIâve got you, baby.â
Heâs touching you, his fingers finding your slick clit and stroking gently. Youâre so wet his flingers glid right on, your hips bucking up instinctively as his fingers move across your folds, teasingly slow.
Rafe smirks, clearly enjoying how wrecked you already are even though you hardly started.
"Easy, baby,â his lips brush against your jawline. âWe got all night.â
Youâre past patience.
You grab his wrist, guiding his hand exactly where you want it.
âRafe,â you groan, your voice breaking a little, âI need more. Donât piss me off.â
He chuckles, âSo needy tonight,â he teases, but his voice is tight, heâs losing it too. His fingers dip lower, stroking where you need him most, and you nearly lose it right there.
He lingers there for a moment, just barely grazing your needy folds, before pressing a finger against your entrance. Slowly, he slides it in, and the sensation makes you moanâa big, delicious stretch as his finger sinks deep inside you. He curls it just the way you need him to, stroking your inner walls, already knowing your body better than his own.
Heâs taking his time, not rushing into it, drawing it out. You tighten around him, embarrassingly horny, and he groans as he adds another finger, filling you more, the stretch making your legs tremble.
Oh, he's gonna ruin you for anyone else.
âFuck,â you whimper, head falling back against the pillow as he starts to pump his fingers in and out. The way his fingers stretch you, the wet sounds of him working you open makes you want to go at it all night, even if you have work in the morning.
âLike that, baby?â His free hand gripps your thigh, easily keeping you spread wide for him. Heâs so strong it makes you want to suck him whole.
You nod frantically, too far gone for words, only able to moan as he quickens the pace, thrusting his fingers in harder. Your walls flutter around him, tightening with every stroke, and you know youâre getting closeâhumiliatingly quick, but itâs been a while.Â
A very, very, very, good while.
His thumb circles your clit, and the sensation makes you cry out, your body arching off the bed.
âOh Godâplease,â you gasp, fingers clutching at his big buffy arm, desperate for more. He smirks against your skin, enjoying the way youâre panting beneath him.Â
Heâs got you in the palm of his hand, and he knows it.
His lips brush against your neck, teasingly slow, while his fingers move with purpose, hitting all the right spots, half of them you didn't know you had until now. Your breath is coming in ragged bursts as your body answers to his, feeling the heat coiling tight in your belly, practically shaking with anticipation. You know it's gonna be a good one.
He presses his forehead against yours, his breath uneven, eyes locked on you as if heâs watching every bit of pleasure cross your face.
You realize somethingâsomething that shouldâve been obvious, but it never really clicked until now. Itâs the way he looks at you, refusing to break away from yours that sends you into another orbit.
The eye contactâitâs doing something to you.
âCome for me, baby,â he murmurs, his voice just as wrecked, âLet me feel you.â
Thereâs no escaping him, no hiding from his gaze, the way he watches every twitch of your body, flutter of your lashes, every quiver of your lips. Heâs drinking in your pleasure like heâs addicted to it.
Youâre so close itâs dizzying, you can barely catch your breath.Â
His forehead is still pressed to yours, nose brushing against yours, his lips so close but not touchingânot yet. He wants you to see him. To know itâs him making you feel this way.
He leans in, lips caressing your ear, then.
âThatâs it, baby,â he murmurs, âCan feel youâre almost there. Youâre so tight around my fingersâfuck, youâre close, arenât you?â You can only nod, your breath hitching as his thumb circles your clit with just the right pressure, your hips grinding up into his hand instinctively. every word out of his mouth pushes you closer. âLook at you,â he coaxes, his voice like velvet, âSo perfect.â
His fingers twist inside you, hitting that sweet spot, and your whole body tenses. The pleasure builds into a burning coil deep in your tummy, tightening with every movement. You canât think, canât breathe, and all you can do is feelâfeel him, feel the way heâs working you. The way heâs talking you through it.Â
âJust like that,â he whispers, âYouâre doing so good, baby. Let me feel it.â
His thumb presses harder against you, and your whole body jerks up, like a woman possessed. You cry out, hips bucking uncontrollably like an animal as your orgasm hits you perfectly. Rafeâs fingers never stop, drawing it out, his other hand still gripping your thighs open.
âThatâs my girl,â he murmurs, his voice hoarse. âFuck, youâre so beautiful when you come.â Your body trembles beneath him, the pleasure still vibrating through you, and heâs right there, âRide it out, baby,â he breathes, his lips kissing your temple, his voice full of pride. âIâve got you. Youâre doing so good. So fucking good.â
You canât do anything but cling to him as you shudder, once he finally slows his fingers, easing you down gently, pulling them out. You feel the emptiness like a loss, noticing the shit-eating grin on his face as he glances down at his hand, fingers still slick from you, and then slowly brings them to his mouth.
He holds your gaze, never breaking eye contact as he slips his fingers between his lips, tasting you. Itâs slow and the way his eyes darken while his tongue sweeps over his fingers makes you whine.Â
"God, baby," he murmurs around his fingers, as he pulls them from his mouth with a soft pop, licking his lips. âYou taste so fucking good.â
Youâre breathless, watching him like youâre in a trance, your heart pounding in your chest. The sight of him tasting you like that, makes your legs open again.
He grins, noticing how wrecked you look. âDidnât think I could want you more,â
Youâre still so turned on that you canât help the way your thighs squeeze together instinctively. His eyes flicker down, catching the movement, and his grin only widens as he crawls back up your body, settling between your legs, âDonât tease.â
"Donât worry, baby," his lips skim against yours, âNot teasing anymore.â
Youâll never be able to have sex the same way again, not without looking, not without seeing him.
You donât know where you get the strength to do it. But you do it anyways. As soon as Rafe settles back, you push him onto his back, taking advantage of his surprised expression, and climb on top, straddling his waist, your hands braced against his chest. You can feel the hard planes of his abs beneath your fingers, and the heat of him pressed against your pussy makes your mouth water. You can feel it building inside you, the need to take him, to ride him until thereâs nothing left.
His hands settle on your ass, firm, but not controlling, giving you full reign to take what you want. His eyes are on yours, half-lidded and a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
âGo on, baby,â he drawls, his voice like honey, âShow me what you can do.â
You donât even remember pulling his boxers down.
You let yourself brush against the hard length of him, and the sensation alone makes you bite your lip to hold back a moan. His cock is thick, long and hot beneath you, and you grind against him slowly, dragging your wetness along his length, teasing the both of you. Youâre rocking back and forth against his tip, dragging him in between your soaked folds and pulling huffs and puffs from his throat as he only grows more impatient by the second.
âFuck,â Rafe groans, his hips jerking up involuntarily, your clit rubbing against his pubic hair with every movement, the friction doing it for you. His abs tense beneath you, flexing with each of your movements, and the sight of itâof him completely at your mercyâonly makes you wetter.Â
You lean forward, your hands sliding up his chest, feeling the way his muscles move under your touch.
âYou like that?â you murmur, your voice breathy, teasing, as you grind harder against him. âLike watching me ride you?â
Rafeâs head falls back against the pillow, all the way back, his jaw clenched, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
âJesus Christ,â he groans, his hands gripping your hips tighter, lifting his hips to try and shift his cock towards your entrance.
You lean in, your lips dragging against the side of his neck. He shivers under your touch, and the reaction makes you grin. You start off slow, pressing gentle kisses, your lips trailing from his jaw down to the spot where his pulse is beating just a little faster, teasing him with your breath.
âRight here?â you whisper, barely grazing his skin.
You can feel his body tense as you speak, a low sound escaping his throat. You roll your hips again, this time letting the tip of his cock catch at your entrance. Youâre so wet that he slides in just an inch, and the stretch is enough to make you gasp, your nails digging into his chest. His eyes fly open, and you can see the tension in his body, every muscle tight as he holds himself back from pouding into you, waiting for you to take him fully.
You press your mouth to his neck and start sucking, enjoying the taste of him under your lips.
His grip on is borderline bruising and you love it when another low moan slips out as you work your mouth against him. You make sure to take your time, alternating between sucking and nipping lightly with your teeth, just enough to make him shudder beneath you.
âShit,â he breathes, his voice strained as you keep going, making sure to leave your mark. With a deep breath, you sink dow, slowly feeling every inch of him stretch you, filling you completely. The sensation is overwhelmingâheâs big, almost too big, and it feels so fucking good you almost drool. By the time youâre fully seated on his lap, his cock buried deep inside you, your thighs are shaking, and you can feel the heat pooling in your belly all over again.
You suck harder, enjoying the multitasking, applying enough pressure enough to leave a dark bruise that he wonât be able to hide. His fingers dig into your waist, but he doesnât pull you awayâinstead, heâs holding you there, wanting to feel every second of it.
âNow everyoneâs gonna know youâre mine," You manage to breath out, moaning as you grip his chest for support, spit slicked lips parting as you gasp some more, "You feel so good."
His eyes are hooded as he looks down at you, lips parted, breathing uneven. âYeah?â he rasps, his gaze flicking to your lips before he grins, a little breathless. âDidnât think you had it in you, baby.â
His hands slide up your waist, his fingers splayed across your ribs, guiding you as you start to move. You start to ride him, slow at first, grinding your hips in slow, deliberate circles. The friction, combined with the way his cock fills you, hits every nerve just right. Maybe if it was someone else youâd be embarrassed to be panting like a bitch in heat, but itâs Rafe and you never felt so comfortable during sex before.
Every time you lift your hips and drop back down, you take him deeper, as you work yourself on top of him. His hands slide up to your tits, squeezing gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples.
You pick up the pace, bouncing on him harder now, grinding down with each thrust, chasing that high. Rafeâs eyes are glued to you, watching every move you make, his lips parted, his chest heaving with each stolen breath.
âFuck,â you pant, barely able to catch your breath as you ride him faster, âI want you so deep, so bad.â
He lets out a rough, desperate groan, his hips bucking up to meet yours, his cock hitting even deeper inside you.
âIâm right here, baby,â he grits out, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself back, âTake what you need. Iâm all yours.â
His hands are on you, gripping your ass with a desperation that makes you mewl out. His fingers dig in, rough and possessive, and the way heâs groping you, like he canât get enough, makes you want to never stop. Each time you move, his hands flex, squeezing and pulling you down onto his cock, it has you practically whining with every bounce.
âYouâre driving me crazy. Just look at you, taking me so good.â
His grip tightens as you roll your hips, pushing your ass back against his hands, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. Youâre completely lost in the rhythm now, grinding down on him like youâre in heat, the friction of his cock inside you and the way his pubic hairs rub against your swollen clit making you lightheaded.
And then, out of nowhere, his hand comes down hard.
The sting of his palm smacking your cheek sends a shock through your body, and you gaspâhalf surprise, half pleasure. Itâs rough, but fuck, it feels divine. Your head snaps forward, and you moan, the sound coming out needy.Â
âYou like that, huh?â Rafe growls, a smile playing on his lips as he watches you react. His voice is thick with satisfaction, knowing exactly what he just did to you. âBeing spanked?â
You bite your lip and nod, too far gone to be shy. "Yes," you pant, your voice shaky with need. "Do it again."
He doesnât need to be told twice. His hand comes down again, harder this time, it makes your skin burn and clench around him. The pleasure spikes, white-hot, and you moan louder, your body arching into his.
"Fuck, you're so sexy like this," He groans, watching you with hooded eyes, clearly loving how much youâre enjoying it.
You practically whimper, the combination of pain and pleasure sending you spiraling. Youâre riding him like youâre losing your mind, your thighs burning. The way his hand soothes your skin, kneading the tender area where he just spanked you, makes you want to do this every single day for the rest of your life.
You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest as he bucks his hips, meeting your movements with his own, driving deeper inside you. Itâs too much and not enough all at once.
âYou feel so good,â you hiss as you rock your hips faster. His tip hits that perfect spot deep inside you, again and again.
His eyes flick between your face and where youâre connected, and you can tell heâs close too. His grip tightens on you, nails digging into your skin like heâs afraid to let go.
âYouâre killing me, baby,â he rasps, voice hoarse, âFuck, youâre so good. Youâre gonna make me come.â
Feeling you wrapped around him like thatâso fucking tight, so warmâhe canât fucking stand it. Every time you slide back down, taking him all the way like you're made for it, he feels his mind slipping. It's like he's losing control, just hanging on for dear life, and every little throb around him pulls him closer to his orgasm, it makes him feel dangerously close to delirium.Â
He uses one of his hands to grip and knead at the fat of your hip. You let out a high-pitched squeal and clench around him.Â
"Baby," you cry out, pretty tears collecting on your lash line.Â
He pinches your chin lightly, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your skin, âYou have to be quiet, pretty,â you glance up at your boyfriend, âThe walls are thin, and you canâtââ
You interrupt him by leaning down and kissing him sloppily. You swirl your tongue around his, feeling the way his cock throbs inside you as he grinds up into you, hitting that spot every single time.
The sloppy kiss you planted on him shuts him up, but only for a second. His lips slide against yours, his tongue swirling in that messy, desperate way that makes your head spin. He groans into your mouth, rough and low, like heâs losing the control heâs trying to hold onto. His hand slides from your chin to the back of your neck, holding you in place as you ride him faster, bouncing harder on his cock.
âLook at you,â he grits, pulling back just enough to watch the way your face twists in pleasure.
The way you clench down on him makes him groan, his grip on your neck tightening just a bit as his other hand lands another sharp slap on your ass.
âYou like when I fuck you like this, huh?â
You whine against his lips, your body trembling as he thrusts up harder, meeting each of your desperate bounces. You can feel the pressure building inside you, ready to snap.Â
His hand slides between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing tight, quick circles that make you drop your head forward, laying on your body on top of his. You canât stop the way you grind down harder on him, chasing that final push.
âFuck, baby,â you gasp, barely able to push the words out. âIâm gonnaââ
And then youâre gone, falling into that mind-numbing pleasure as you come hard around him, your whole body shaking, thighs tightening around his as your orgasm crashes over you. Youâre clenching around his cock, the feeling making him curse under his breath, his hips bucking up into you as he chases his release.
He rams up into you, full force, his breath coming out in harsh, irregular pants. âIâm right there,â he groans, âGonna fill you up, you want that?â
You can barely nod, still lost in the aftershocks of your orgasm, but thatâs all he needs. With one final, deep thrust, he comes hard inside you, groaning your name as he spills into you. His hands grip you tight, holding you down on his length as he empties himself into you, his whole-body twitching with the intensity of his release
His hands roam lazily over your back, the touch slow, like he doesnât want it to end. Heâs still inside you, softening, but neither of you make a move to separate.
His lips press a few lazy kisses against your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin as he murmurs. âYouâre somethinâ else, you know that?â
You smile weakly, too blissed out to respond, and nuzzle into the crook of his neck. After a few minutes, you reluctantly lift yourself off him, a soft whimper escaping your lips at the loss of connection. Rafe lets out a content sigh, his hands still trailing down your sides as you move.
You flop down next to him, breath still shallow, your head resting on his chest. He immediately pulls you close, his arm wrapping around you, holding you tight.His hand stops moving, resting on your back, and you feel his chest rise as he takes a deep breath.
"My mom left when I was seven," he says, voice oddly quiet, almost hesitant, like heâs not sure where to start. It almost feels like heâs talking to himself more than to you. Heâs lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, one arm slung across his stomach, the other still lightly resting on your waist.
You lift your head, looking up at him, but you stay quiet, giving him space to talk.Â
âShe just⊠up and left. Told me she was going to visit some family and never came back.â He lets out a short, bitter laugh, his chest rising and falling against you. âI used to sit at the window for weeks, thinking maybe Iâd see her pull up one day. But she didnât. She never did. And I thought, you know, for a long time, maybe it was me. Like, maybe if Iâd been better, she wouldâve stayed. I donât knowâkids think dumb shit like that, right?â
You feel your heart tighten at the pain in his voice, and you reach up, brushing your fingertips against his chest. He doesnât look at you, but you can feel him lean into the touch just a little.
âAnd Ward⊠fuck, Ward didnât know what to do with us. He just buried himself in work, left me to deal with Sarah and Weezie. I didnât know what the fuck I was doing. I was just a kid myself. I never accepted that responsibility, just kept running away from it.â
You can tell this is hard for him. His hand tightens slightly around your waist, like he needs to feel youâre still there.
âWhen I was sixteen... I started doing coke. Barryâyeah, that Barryâhe used to sell it to me. Just to take the edge off, you know? Numb it all out. Wardâs expectations, Mom being gone, having to pretend like I had my shit together when I didnât. I didnât care about anything but getting high.â
He pauses, swallowing hard, his jaw tightening. You can tell this part of his story is the hardest to tell.
âI fucked up a lot. Scared the shit out of my sisters. Iâd disappear for days sometimes, come home all strung out, and SarahâGod, Sarah would just look at me like... like she didnât even know me anymore. Weezie was too young to get it, but Sarah? She knew.â He lets out a shaky breath, âI saw what it was doinâ to them. Saw how Sarah would flinch every time I walked through the door like she was waiting for the next disaster. It got badâreal bad.â
His voice drops even lower, almost like heâs ashamed.
âI didnât want to be that guy anymore. The one scaring my little sisters, acting like a piece of shit. So I went to rehab. Didnât tell anyone where I was going, just⊠left. I needed to get clean, for them. For me, too, I guess.â
He pauses, looking at you now, his blue eyes filled with something vulnerable, something that almost breaks your heart.
âI didnât think Iâd ever get out of it, but I did. Been clean since. That doesnât mean Iâve figured everything out, though. Iâm still... fuck, Iâm still a mess most days.â
Heâs never opened up to you like this beforeânot like this.You reach out and run your fingers through his hair, the simple gesture calming him a little. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment.Â
âYou probably didnât sign up for all this shit,â he says with a half-smirk, trying to lighten the mood. âMe, my addiction, all that.â
He opens his eyes, looking at you like heâs waiting for somethingâmaybe for you to tell him you canât handle it. But you donât say that. Instead, you brush your thumb across his cheek, âI signed up for you, Rafe. All of you.â
âI donât talk about this shit much. Guess I didnât think anyone cared enough to hear it.â
You move, propping yourself up on your elbow so you can look him the eyes properly,. âI care,â you say, your voice full of conviction. âI care about all of it. Iâm here for you.â
He canât believe what heâs hearing.Â
His hand moves to hold your cheek, pulling you down to meet his lips in a slow, tender kiss. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.
âYou have no idea what you mean to me.â
He kisses you again, this time deeper, his hand sliding up the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair.
His lips trail from your mouth, pressing lazy kisses down your jaw, over your neck. He shifts, pulling you closer, your body molding perfectly to his. âI donât deserve you,â he mutters, his lips hovering over your collarbone.
You shake your head, resting a hand on his chest. âYou do. You deserve someone whoâs gonna be there for you.â
âI donât know what Iâd do without you.âÂ
You know this is a side of Rafe not many people seeâprobably no one else does.Â
âGood thing you wonât have to find out.â
âYou make it sound so easy,â he murmurs, his lips twitching into a small smile that doesnât quite reach his eyes. âYouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me,â he says suddenly, the words spilling out of him in this quiet, almost reverent way.
You canât help the soft laugh that escapes you as you lean down, pressing a kiss to his nose. âStop, youâre gonna make me cry.â
He chuckles softly, pulling you closer again, his arms wrapping securely around you. His cheek rests against the top of your head. Youâre not going anywhere. And neither is he.
Rafe lets out a disbelieving laugh, running a hand over his face. âI canât believe your pussy made me trauma dump after sex.â
The crudeness of it makes you roll your eyes.
âYeah?â You tease lightly, âThat what youâre calling it?â
He swallows, feeling that familiar tightness in his throat, but it doesnât feel as suffocating this time. Youâre still here. âNo. Itâs...you. Justâbeing you.â
He doesnât know how to say it any better, doesnât know how to put into words what it means to finally be seen â not as the perfect son, not as a ticking time bomb â just as Rafe.
But you peck him, simple and sweet.
âI guess Iâll just keep being me.â
The next morning youâre standing in the kitchen, lazily pouring milk over your cereal, still a little giddy from the night before. Rafe left earlier, before anyone was up, whining about how he wished he could stay longer.
As you take a spoon, your sister walks in with Milo perched on her hip, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Monica stops in her tracks, a sly smile creeping across her face.
âNice hickey you got there,â she says, raising an eyebrow and gesturing toward your neck.
You choke on your cereal like an idiot.
âUh, itâs just a... a bug bite! A really aggressive bug bite,â you stammer, trying to sound convincing as you awkwardly touch your neck.
Right, youâd forgotten about that after round three this morning.
She laughs, clearly not buying it. âRight. And when am I meeting him? Are you gonna make him sneak through the window again?â
You canât help but giggle at the mental image. âDonât know what youâre talking about.â
Monica rolls her eyes, clearly enjoying this way too much. âWhatâs next? Is he going to slide down a fire escape to avoid us?â
You smirk back, shaking your head. âOnly if you promise not to scare him off with your âget-to-know-my-sisterâ interrogation.â
Milo, oblivious to the banter, tugs at your sisterâs hair. âMommy, can I have a snack?â
âJust finish getting ready for pre-school, buddy!â She turns back to you, still wearing that teasing grin. âSeriously though, when do I get to meet this guy? I need to know if heâs worthy of you.â
You shrug playfully, trying to keep your expression neutral. âWeâll see. Maybe next time he sneaks through the window, you can just happen to be in the living room.â
She gasps in mock horror. âOh no, imagine the chaos! I might just scare him away on purpose.â
You canât help but laugh, shaking your head. âYouâre terrible.â
âTerribly excited! You better let me know when heâs back. I want to be ready to intimidate him.â
âNoted!â You wave her off, still grinning, secretly glad that your sister is supportiveâeven if she loves to poke fun at you.
For some reason, it doesnât scare one bit thinking about Rafe meeting Monica and Milo.
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