#the hoe life chose me

[ssreeder]

HOE GO THE FUCK TO SWEEP !!!!

[r-acicularis]

Who is she? 🤭

[eternalpassions]

I be crushing on Eric Forman hard these days. Damn it Donna 😂

[mewhenifreakit]

feeling normal

[cherryswisherz]

roles reversed

toxic!paige x toxic!reader

warnings: smut, sub!paige, reader pushed paige into a wall, toxic toxic toxic situationship (LEAVE THEM IT NEVER ENDS WELL)

based on this req

"we be on some toxic shit, but i cannot get off this bitch"

forever (lil baby ft. fridayy, 2022)

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this girl got me fucked up. 

"so let me get this straight." i asked, rubbing my temples because paige was giving me a fucking migraine. "you thought that i had a thing for your teammate.... so you FUCKED SOMEONE ELSE?"

"okay when you put it like that-" 

"THERES NO OTHER FUCKING WAY TO PUT IT PAIGE!" i was full on screaming at this point. "HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT I'M NOT NOR AM I GOING TO FUCK SOMEONE ELSE?" 

"bro stop yelling at me." 

she was making demands right now? 

oh she has life all the way fucked up.

"get the fuck out paige."  i shook my head and began to walk to my room. 

i had to just end it.

that situationship shit was for the fucking birds and i had to protect my peace because if i handled it was gonna end up in fucking prison. 

"baby no, let's talk about this."

"oh i'm baby now?" i scoffed at this. "was i baby when you were fucking that girl? was i baby when you chose not to ask the simplest fucking question, and instead chose to step out on the rule that you  created?" i asked walking closer to her, with my fists clenched because at that point...

i needed that.

"or am i only baby when you need a rough fuck?" her eyes flicked from mine to my lips, which only further irritated me. "am im only baby after you've called me every other name in the book?" her tongue darted out against her bottom lip as i finally reached her, standing directly in front of her, daring her to break the eye contact i'd established. "you only want me when no one else is willing to let you do shit we do." i shoved her, making her stumble. 

"yo." she says, still holding eye contact. "chill out."

yeah i'm finna whoop her muhfuckin ass. 

"bro on my mama you got me fucked up." i muttered and start pushing her as hard as i could, saying whatever came to my mind. 

"you wanna fuck bitches now?" shove "that's what you wanna do?" shove "you wanna fuck them and then come here and fuck me like im just an afterthought?" shove "get the fuck out!" and then finally her back met the wall next to my door and i felt like i'd accomplished something.

....that was until she put me in a bear hug, making it damn near impossible to move. "y/n, stop bro!"

i used all my strength and ripped myself out of her hold. "NO YOU STOP!" i yelled. "do you have any idea how fucking annoying you fucking are bro?" i asked trying to catch my breath. "how the fuck do you sit there and make the 'no fucking other people' rule and then turn around and break it? you fucking slut."

 "i'm a slut?" she asked, smirking a little, but at this point i didn't give a damn. i was gonna say what i needed to say and then be done with this whole thing. 

"yes. a slut. a whore. whatever you wanna call yourself." i said, crossing my arms. "you never wanted to be exclusive. you just wanted me to be yours and only yours. but you wanna go give away everything that's mine. you're community pussy at this point." 

she practically howled at that. "community pussy is crazy." this bitch was laughing in my fucking face-

next thing i knew i was running towards her ready to molly whop her ass. 

"okay! okay! chillchillchillchill!" she put her hands up before i got to her, which made me stop. "what can i do to fix this?"

easy. 

"ask me to be your girlfriend." 

"anything but that." 

this is exactly why i was trying to smack her. because she's one of them dumb hoes. she just said 'what can i do?'... 

just stupid. 

all of a sudden an idea hit me. 

"let me fuck you." i crossed my arms and smirked because i knew she would give me the upper hand if i wanted it.  

paige wasn't a stone top. she was a switch, she just didn't do it often because i was the og pillow princess. but not today. today i was gonna do what she'd been doing to me for almost 6 months. 

ruin her. 

"oh?" she grinned. "you wanna top me baby?"

"i really wanna beat your ass but martin luther king said violence isn't the answer and i listen to my ancestors... so yes, this will do."

she chuckled a little which irked the fuck out of me but then she plopped on the couch and manspread. "do your worst." 

she had no fucking idea what my worst was.

i climbed in her lap and her hands moved to my ass but i quickly shut that down and pinned them to the couch on either side of her. then i proceeded to take her shirt and sports bra off so that her top half was completely bare. 

i took a moment to admire her. leaving paige alone would have honestly been so much easier if she was ugly but unfortunately, she's hand crafted by jesus himself, so here i was... delusional and pissed off again. 

i start with her neck, soft kisses at first, then as i felt her breathing pick up i switched to longer, more sensual movements and grind into her lap, smiling at the way her hips buck up. i place a hand on her collarbones and slide them down to her tits, kneading them and relishing in the whimpers escaping paiges lips. 

she tried to close her legs as my hands travel further down her body. 

"spread your legs." i demanded. 

she blinked a few times, her blue eyes finding mine. she looked like she couldn't comprehend what i was saying, but when i slid my hand across the space of her lap between us, she complied, eagerly spreading her legs for me. 

a soft sigh from her lips as my hands slipped past the waistband of her briefs and grazed her core. 

"yes, fuck," she breathed out, arching into my fingers that ran circles around her clit. so impatient. a moan fell from her lips as i sped up my pace, making her legs spread further as she chased her orgasm. 

which she seemed desperate for. that much was obvious by how gloriously wet she was for me. 

she gripped the cushions of my couch, moaning even louder when i slid two fingers into her. 

"right there" she breathed rolling her eyes closed as i hit her spot. she moaned especially loud when i curled my fingers into her. i felt her legs grow tight under me, which  made me want to smile with pride for myself. 

"how you feel p?" i felt her tighten around my fingers as i spoke. 

"close- im so close and- shit - it feels so good." she breathed out, chest rising and falling with each breath. 

i curled my fingers deeper inside of her to hit that spongy spot and soaked in the cry she let out. 

then i slid out of her.  leaving her hanging. 

"now how do you feel?" i asked. 

the look on paiges face was murderous and pained at the same time. like she hated this but she was gonna put up with it anyway. 

"like you're not done yet." 

i smiled. "not even close babe." i patted her thigh, stepping off of her lap. "go to my bed and wait for me." 

as i sauntered off into my hallway closet to t get he batteries i needed, i heard the soft patters of paiges sock covered feet hurrying to my bedroom. 

i grabbed the batteries and walked into my room to find paige sitting at the foot of my bed, rid of her bottoms, feet tapping the ground in what, im assuming, anticipation. 

i moved so i was standing directly in front of her, grabbing her jaw and pulling her into a kiss that even had me ready to let this whole thing go. 

luckily though, i had enough willpower to pull away and walk to my night stand. 

"lay down for me p." and she did. 

watching her like this was almost painful. bare, toned body layed out on my bed, and she was doing everything i'd asked without a second thought. 

i lived for this shit.

i was pulled out of my thoughts when paige asked what i was gonna do.

great fucking question. 

 i took my time, looking in the drawer of my nightstand, which held all of the things paige had often used to bring me to my highest points. 

not that she need them.

i decided to keep it simple and nabbed the black bullet shaped toy then made my way back to the gorgeous piece of woman that was losing her mind in my bed. 

"legs wider apart." i heard her breathe sharply as she drummed her fingers on her toned stomach. 

she was excited which made me feel a little bit better about what i was about to do. 

setting the toy down on bed beside paige, i knelt down so i was face to face with her core that was still primed from her denied orgasm earlier. 

god she was sooooo... FUCK.

"you're always acting like i'm just a quick fuck to you p." i ran two fingers up her folds, ignoring the whimper she let out, "and i don't know why." i slid a finger into her and leaned down so i fell face first into her pussy. 

her eyes rolled back as i rubbed circles on her clit and pumped in and out of her with increasing speed. 

her back arched off the bed when i added a second finger and attached my lips to her clit, sucking lightly but i used my free hand to hold her hips her place. 

i pulled back long enougt to say "watch." 

with hooded eyes she stares down at me like i had hung the moon and stars myself. 

as she fucking should.

loud moans echoed around the room as she leaned further into my touch and i knew she was getting close. 

but she wasn't getting off that easy. 

she whined my name the second i'd stopped touching her. 

but i only laughed as turned it on the vibrator, giggling when her previously shut eyes flew open. 

"baby-" she was cut off by her own gasp, jerking forward when i tapped the vibrator against her clit. 

"don't. cum." standing up so i was looking down at her i asked the million dollar question. "i wanna know why you don't wanna be my girlfriend." i murmured, teasing her her folds. "just give me your point of view." 

i knew how she was feeling because i'd been in this very position so many times before. I knew she probably couldn't even think straight, let alone speak, but that wasn't gonna stop me from fucking with her. 

she whimpered as i dipped the vibrator inside of her. 

"speak, paige." i demanded, sliding the toy back out of her, only to run it over her puffy clit earning me a frustrated groan. 

"because you're you and i'm me- shit-" she moaned, arching off the bed again as i held the vibrator softly on her clit. "w-we're just- fuck- so different and i don't wanna..." she trailed off when i applied more pressure. 

"don't what?" i forced out, admiring the way her hands were gripping my sheets. 

when she didn't answer me i turned the vibration up a notch, soaking in the moans and whimpers she gave me.  

"please," she pleaded as her legs began trembling. 

"you just have to give an answer paige and i'll let you cum." i replied, turning the vibrator up again. 

with a deep moans she finally gave in. "i don't wanna lose you" she basically sobbed. 

 that's all i needed.

"cum for me paige." 

her eyes slammed shut and her head flew back as her whole body shook. guttural moans left her throat as she fell apart in front of me. 

it was beautiful, really. 

when she'd ridden her orgasm out, i tossed the vibrator on the bed and laid between her legs that wrapped around my waist. kissing her deeply, and pushing her hair out of her face, i fought the smile that was forming. 

right now wasn't about proving my point. it was about grounding paige. 

her eyes were glazed over as she stared at the ceiling, catching her breath. and then after a few seconds, her hands slithered around my waist, under my shirt. 

with a sigh, she her eyes met mine and she began talking. "of course i want you to be mine. i think.... i think i'm just scared i'm gonna fuck it up and you're gonna be done with me for real."

"you're gonna lose me regardless if you don't figure this shit out p." i said, pulling up so i was straddling her naked body. "i can't keep doing this shit. this was never just sex and you going out doing whatever with whoever is fucking me up a little." 

"i know mama." she said, pulling me back so i was flush against her chest, hugging me tightly "i'm gonna work on it, i swear." 

and even though it sounded nice in the moment, i knew she was full of shit. she'd never change, and i knew it. 

but a piece of me never wanted to stop trying. 

niyah speaks may this type of love never find you guys

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[pyramid-of-starrs]

10 from your kinktober list please! 🥰🥰

Plan B

Kinktober request: 10 Fuckboy Mingi, Breeding

Pairing: Fuckboy Mingi x Fem reader

Summary: You and your best friend Hongjoong go to Wooyoungs annual Halloween party, when you're alone you spot your ex and run into a new person instead.

Word Count: 5K

Kink: Breeding kink

Warning: Breeding, toxic guy behavior, plan B mentioned.

A/N: Idk why I made this super long but enjoy lol, I wanna finish up my kinktober request!

Minors dni

"'Scuse me, what kinda candy is in that box? My mommy says I can pick whatever candy for da trick or treaters!" A cute little girl dressed as a princess asked you. You looked down at her slightly startled by her when she tugged your jacket. You stood awkwardly and looked at her and back at the small blue box in your hand, and it definitely wasn't candy, it was a plan B.

"O-oh no... um it's a special adult candy you take after an oopsie with a boy they should have never oopsied with." You said, why on earth didn't you just say no? Your brain was just scrambled after the party from last, while it was amazing there was absolutely some mistakes made in the process of living your best life.

...

You got a text from your best friend Hongjoong about making sure to be ready by 10pm so he could pick you up to go to Wooyoungs annual Halloween party, the best party of the year everyone at your college raved about it. This year you wanted to be sexy but cool and chose to be D.va from overwatch, the bodycon spandex suit showing off your perfect ass and plump breast, you were bound to catch someone’s eye. Your phone rang at 9:43pm and you answered knowing exactly who it was. "I'm coming out now." You said then hung up, you grabbed your jacket and put on your boots and met Hongjoong at his car and got in the front. Once inside you saw him dressed a simple vampire.

"What the fuck Joong, I thought we were being sexy and cool." You said taking off your bunny ears so you could comfortably fit in the car.

"Vampires are sexy and cool, what the hell even is your costume?" he asked as he pulled off.

"I'm D.va from overwatch, thank you." You rolled your eyes.

"What the hell is overwatch??" His eyes darting around in confusion.

"Whatever it doesn't matter if you recognize me, as long as the hoes get it."

"Oh god here we go again with this hoes thing, you've been saying you were going to do a one-night stand with someone and never do cause you're still all hung up over Jongh-"

"HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED." You interrupted him and said, you didn't want to spend another one of your nights sad about your ex Jongho.

"Fine, we're here anyways." Hongjoong parked a bit away from the packed party, you two exited the car and walked to the house party ready for an eventful night. Once inside you paid the entry fee and looked around to see everyone in their costumes and having fun drinking, dancing, smoking and socializing.

"Hongjoong, Y/N, you made it! " A familiar voice said, you both looked over to see the man of the hour Wooyoung dressed as a very sexy Harry potter, fuck if Hongjoong didn't make you follow his new dumb rule of not being allowed to date his friends after the break up with Jongho you would have fucked Wooyoung right then and there. He patted Hongjoongs back and hugged you leaving a pleasant smell of his cologne in the air, his eyes traveled up and down your body. "Lemme guess, D.va? Overwatch?”

Your face got hot, and you felt a bit shy under his gaze. “Yeah, do you play?”

“Kinda, my bro San plays more than me but if hot girls like yourself like you or online then I’ll absolutely be getting on more often” he said winking at you. Hongjoong looked at you two and noticed the tension and rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand.

“Yeah, anyways bro we’re going to grab a drink.” Hongjoong started pulling you away and Wooyoung giggled and waved.

“Bye Y/N.”

“Bye Wooyoung” you gave him a goofy little smile and continued to be pulled to the kitchen.

“Remember the fucking Rule Y/N! I want friends that have never seen you naked.” He pulled you two in front of the punch bowl of jungle juice and started making you both a cup of the mix of liquor and juice.

“I know Hongjoong I know.” You took the cup from him and started to drink with him you both pulled the cup from your lips and made a face.

“Jesus fucking Christ is that just sugar and liquor” Hongjoong said as his face was still twisted you both laughed.

Another person laughed and you both looked up to see Seonghwa dressed as Tom Nook from animal crossing.

“Hwa hey!” You walked over to hug him.

Hongjoong just smiled a bit and waved. Seonghwa was Wooyoungs friend from high school that you and Hongjoong met a few times and Hongjoong had the hugest crush on him. You smirked at him averting his eyes and his ears turning red.

“You too look adorable by the way.” Seonghwa said after hugging you back.

“Thank you Hwa, I think Hongjoong makes a very handsome Vampire, amiright?” You looked over at him shooting you daggers.

“Oh absolutely, you look really good in a cape Joong.” He smiled at the shorter male.

Hongjoong averted his eyes again and rubbed his neck. “Ah, thanks you look nice too…”

“I hope I don’t look nice enough to bite.” Seonghwa bit his lip then looked up at Hongjoong while taking a sip of his drink. You had a cocky grin because you’ve been trying to get Hongjoong to make a move. Hongjoong awkwardly laughed and you covered your face with your cup to hide your 2nd hand embarrassment.

“Well, I’m gonna go scout the scene.” You said trying to be anywhere but there and to give them some space.

“Oh, I’ll come with-“

“No! I gotta be alone to find the cute guys Joong, you’ll scare the hoes” you and Seonghwa laughed, and you walked away and deeper into the party. As you scoped the scene you noticed a pretty good variety of guys but no one that caught your eyes. But then your heart dropped at the worse possible scenario when you reached the back rooms. In the sea of people, you saw a purple head of hair that made your chest puff in and out with anxiety, why him and why here? There Jongho was dressed in his normal clothes with bear ears, he wasn't big on dressing up for Halloween or parties so to seem him standing in the corner with his arm around the waist of another girl. Your heart pounded and your breath was short, you wanted to escape him, wanted to escape this room, escape feeling sad and crying about him. Watching him flirt and touch girls hurt you a bit. You bit your lip to hold back the tears but started to fail. Jongho looked up from his conversation to see you fighting back your emotions and stealing glances of him. He told the girl to give him a second and started making his way over to you. You panicked seeing him coming and quickly wiped your eyes and ran out the room.

You pushed pass the party goers just looking for somewhere to go, you went upstairs into one of the bedrooms and quickly slammed the door. You back away looking at the door hoping that he didn't find you then you bump into something. When you turned around you jumped seeing you didn't bump into something you bumped into someone.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, is this your room ?" you said apologetically.

The tall silent man dressed as Gojo from jujitsu kaisen just stood there and chuckled.

"You're good, yeah this is my room, did you need something? You know you're pretty far from the party, I even turned my light off so no one would find me." The man said.

Now that you checked your surroundings you realized the bedroom was dark and only lit by the moonlight outside, the party music could barely be heard since the room was in the back of the house. Once you finished scanning the surroundings you finally get a good look at the man whose room you invaded. You got a bit shy when your eyes panned up his tall frame to notice the fairly handsome man with grey hair and black glasses sitting on his forehead to complete his cosplay.

"I hope you're staring because I look good and not because you think I look lame." he said shaking you out of your thought.

"No! You look good, like really good, you're Gojo right?" you asked.

"Oh, I love a woman that knows her anime, and video games." His eyes traced over your figure as he studied your costume along with the way the cosplay hugged your body in all the right places. "Yeah, you'll absolutely do for the night." he whispered to himself lowly. "So, what brings you up to my room?"

"Well, it's kinda dumb but I was running... from my ex." you said embarrassed now that you heard how ridiculous that sounded.

"Damn I get that, I'm Mingi by the way." Mingi said reaching out his hand.

"I'm Y/N" You shook his large hand.

“I was just about to head down but since I have someone with me now you wanna stay in chill with me? I got some real liquor here." He smiled slyly then took a seat on his slightly messy bed he reached next to him and grabbed the bottle of tequila sitting next to his bed, your heart thumped a bit but then you remembered you were here with someone.

"I think I have to check on my friend though, let me text them to see where he is." you pulled out your phone to text Hongjoong then realized he actually texted you 10 minutes ago.

Hongjoong: Hey, Seonghwa wanted to see my studio I built so I took him. Tell Woo to give you a ride home and don't fuck him. Call me when you're home.

You chuckled at the text knowing that Hongjoong was going to have a nice long night. "Never mind, I guess I can hang for a bit" You sat down on the bed a bit further then him. He looked over to see you sitting far and laughed.

"I won't bite unless you tell me too doll, sit closer." He waved you to come closer with his two long fingers and you inched a bit closer, not moving by much. "Some more" you got a bit closer again. "More." he smiled as he grabbed two solo red cups to pour shots for the both of you. When you still barely moved Mingi decided to take matters into his own hands, he put the cups on the floor and hooked his arm around your waist to pull you in. You were sitting thigh to thigh at that point, your face was hot. "Much better." He grabbed the cups again and handed you yours.

"I-I didn't know you meant this close." You said shyly.

"Of course, pretty girl like you I would want right next to me, lucky I didn't pull you in my lap." he winked then held his cup next to your to do a quick cheers to take the shot. You tap his cup then you both chugged down the alcohol. The burning in your chest was strong as the bitter taste sat on your tongue and throat. Mingi took out his phone and played some hip-hop and RnB at a low volume. You both took more shots and sat and talked more as the night progressed. The party downstairs was still going but it started to die down as more chill music was playing downstairs as well. The more liquor you drank the more you remembered why you didn't drink tequila straight. Your pussy was throbbing and sitting alone with this beautiful man, his deep voice and his plump and soft looking lips didn't help. You've known Wooyoung a whole year and was wondering where he was hiding this fine ass man this whole time. The burning between your legs got worse the more you listened to him talk and you tried to rub your thighs together a bit to cool it, your eyes kept drifting to his lips and Mingi noticed you losing attention and fidgeting.

"You okay Y/N?" He smiled at you, and it fueled the fire burning below.

"You're like... really sexy Mingi." You both laughed at your sudden remark.

"Oh really? What's sexy about me?" Mingi said in his deep voice as he finished what was in his cup.

"Your voice, your face, anime, video game knowledge, I bet you get lots of girls."

"Nah not really. People look at Woo and the rest of our friends but not really me." Mingi replied, that was a lie of course, no girl in their right mind would pass up a 6'1 man that has Mingis face, but you didn't need to know that.

"Whaaat? No way you're so damn sexy Mingi I would be all over you if I was them." You said also finishing your cup, the liquid courage you had was getting you in some trouble tonight.

"All over me doing what exactly?" He grabbed your chin and brought your face closer, the smell of tequila fresh on both of you, Mingi had an agenda tonight for sure, He was going to go down to the party after pregaming with a few other girls that just left his room but once he turned off his desk light and was about to head down you came in. No need to go looking for pussy when it walked right up to him.

You both looked into each other’s lustful eyes as Mingi bit his pillowy soft lips. "Whatever you tell me too." was all you could say, a cocky grin spread across Mingis face, he had you right where he wanted you.

"Oh, really baby?" he asked, you eagerly nodded as you got closer to him wanting to taste his lips. Mingi saw how needy you were and decided not to make you wait anymore, he brought your lips closer until they connected, the kissed tasted bittersweet from the liquor and chasers you both had been consuming in your time spent together. The kiss was literally intoxicating, your head spun as he took the lead, his large hands moving to your thighs to grip your flesh in your spandex suit, you could feel the heat between your legs getting more needy for his touch. You decided to do the same and palm Mingi over his black cargo pants he was wearing to get a feel of his hard member. You couldn't really believe what you were feeling, you assumed it was either his pants or Mingi was hung, his steadily growing dick was already thick but as it got bigger in your pants your heart started to race in excitement. Mingi pulled back from the kiss and smiled at you.

"How about you get on your knees and feel what your grabbing baby." He said, you nodded again and moved to the floor, Mingi spread his long legs so you could slot yourself between them. He pulled his pants down a bit then his underwear until his dick happily sprung out in front of you. You were stunned, this easily was the biggest dick you've seen, it was girthy and had an overly generous amount of length to it.

"Holy shit you're big everywhere." You said to yourself by Mingi overheard you and laughed. He gripped your hair with one hand and gripped his dick with the other hand.

"Well let's see how much you can fit in that pretty little mouth baby." he pulled your head down on to his length and you immediately gagged, and he let your hair go to allow you to do what you want. You held the base of his dick and bobbed your head up and down it. To say that it was a mouthful was an understatement, it felt like your mouth was stretching from his girth, the saliva and gagging was a beautiful sight for Mingi.

"Taking my dick in your mouth so well baby." He hissed as you continued to drool down his shaft uncontrollably, you were only able to reach a little past half his length before his tip hit the back of your throat, Mingi dropped his head back as he whispered curse words while you struggled to stuff your little mouth full of his fat cock. You looked up at him and he was even more gorgeous while he fell apart from the feeling of your warm throat, he brought his head back up to meet you gaze and smiled.

“You’re so pretty with my dick in your throat baby, let’s see how pretty you are with it in your pussy.” He palmed the top of your head to remove your mouth from his dick, an audible popping noise following your lips. “Stand up and take your suit off for me baby, I don’t wanna ruin anymore of your costume.” You wondered what he was talking about until you glanced over at the full body mirror in his room to see the tear and spit stains that made your eye and cheek make up smear, not to mention your lipstick was almost completely gone. You reached your hand up to the zipper in front of your suit to slowly pull it down to reveal your soft body underneath. Stepping out of your suit you had on just panties since the suit was bodycon and made your tits sit nicely on their own, you were a bit shy standing in front of Mingi in just panties and covered your chest.

“Aww c’mon pretty don’t get shy on me now, come sit right here.” Mingi said patting his lap after he removed the remainder of his outfit. You decided to take off your panties and took a seat on Mingis bare lap facing the same way as him, the feeling of his throbbing hot dick just waiting to destroy your pussy made you scared but excited, he replaced your hands on your boobs and started to mush your mounds around, being sure to rub gentle circles on your hard nipples. He kissed up your neck while quietly breathy moans left your lips, the liquor still floating in your system was definitely on his side. His lips made it up to your ear as his lips kissed the shell of it, then he whispered softly. “Can I fuck your pretty pussy raw baby?” The thought of taking Mingis thick dick raw made your pussy pulsate, but it definitely was not a good idea to fuck a guy you just met a college party raw.

“Are you clean?” You ask bluntly, better safe than sorry.

“Of course, baby, I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.” His lips continued to explore your neck and shoulders, one of his hands slid down your body to rub between your legs, coming dangerously close to where you needed him most.

“Well if you say so…” you said still a bit skeptical, his long fingers ran through your folds and rubbed circles on your clit, your eyes rolled back for a second from feeling the relief of his touch.

“You’re so wet already baby let me stuff you full of my cum.” He spread his legs which made your legs spread. “Stick it in for me baby.” You obeyed and connected the tip of his dick to your entrance and slowly sunk down on it, you usually could take dick like a porn star, but you never fucked a porn star dick like Mingis. The abundance of pleasure came with a slight stinging pain, but it was worth it once you took him all in and adjusted to his length.

Mingi gripped the underneath’s of your knees and bounced you on his length slowly to make sure you were comfortable and sped up the pace more and more.

“Oh my fucking God Mingi please you’re already fucking me too good.” You said between moans, you couldn’t even think straight with his huge cock pounding into you in this position.

“You like the way I fuck you baby? I gotta fuck you nice and deep so I can fill this pussy up with my cum.”

Okay this was the second time he has mentioned coming in you, though it was hot, and it was unlocking a secret breeding kink you didn't know you had maybe you should mention you're not on birth control.

"M-mingi, I'm not ah~ on the pill..." you managed to squeal out. Mingi lifted you knees more and continued to pound inside of you.

"That's fine baby we'll get a pill later."

Oh fuck he was serious about this, and it was turning you on more seeing how badly he wanted to cum in your pussy. Your walls started to tighten around him, wanting to milk his dick dry.

"You're tight little pussy wants my cum so bad baby, you must want me to get you nice and pregnant." he said in your ear, his words were going directly to your cunt as it throbbed harder, you moaned louder, the people that were still at the party and in the area for sure knew what was going on in that room as you yelled strings of curse words and Mingis name not caring who could hear you.

"Please give me all your babies Mingi." You were fucked out and just talking, Mingis huge dick was mixing your guts and hitting your cervix and that's all you could think of, you want, no, needed his cum to fill up your womb.

Suddenly Mingi pulled out and you whined at the lost friction, he put you on your back and slotted himself between your legs, then placed both your legs on his strong shoulders. He lined himself back up and plunged deeply in your pussy with no hesitation, you yelled out feeling his monster dick deep in your pussy again.

"Gotta breed you nice and full baby, this is the perfect position to get my cum deep in your womb." He said before he started to drill into your needy cunt, you couldn't help yourself from yelling out the obscenest things to come to mind. "I want you're cum so deep in me please" "I love your dick so much." "Please keep fucking me like this." and you felt no shame in the things you said. A dick has never had this much control or power over you, but you loved it for some reason.

"Mingi 'm gonna cum please." Mingi slowed his pace a bit then leaned forward pushing your legs to your chest as he laid in the crook of your neck then he started to deep dick fuck you, the head of his cock beating your cervix in the best way possible, you started to see stars. You wrapped your arms around his neck but couldn't stop fidgeting so you found yourself digging your nails into his shoulders, he squeezed your body closer to his large frame assuring that you had to take his entire load.

"Cum on my dick so I can make your belly full of my babies. I want your pussy to take every last drop of my seed." He pounded into you so fast and deep the bed frame shook violently, you stood no chance and coated his thick dick in your slick, feeling your walls squeeze him tightly made Mingi groan, he lasted a few more strokes then filled your walls and womb with his hot cum. Such a big dick of course his load would be just as big, you swore you felt your tummy bulging as he laid on top of you while his dick continued to shoot inside of you. Once he finished Mingi dropped on the side of you, both of you were sweaty and out of breath, Mingi didn't offer to clean you up or even attempt to move so you asked him for some spare clothes to go to the bath room to do it for yourself, you assumed he was too tired. You put on one of his jogging suits with nothing under neath and headed to the bathroom down the hall.

Once you washed your face of all make up and the rest of your body you headed downstairs, it was now 3:46am and the party turned into a chill hang out with still quite a few people around. You wanted to get a non-alcoholic drink for your dry and sore throat, once in the kitchen you grabbed a bottle of water and turned around to be met with your ex.

"Oh...Jongho, hey." you said awkwardly.

"Y/N, I've been looking for you, I saw you earlier and wanted to talk to you." He said looking over your outfit. "You're not wearing you're costume anymore, what happened?" he questioned.

"Well, I-" as you started to come up with an excuse or lie a large arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you into his t-shirt covered chest.

"Y/N there you are, I was waiting on you to come back baby." Mingi said pulling you in to a kiss, then his eyes looked over to Jongho. "Yo, names Mingi." Jongho’ s eye twitched a bit.

"Well, I see you're occupied, I'll talk to you later Y/N." Jongho said before walking off.

You and mingi looked at each other then laughed, Mingi took you back to his room to cuddle and sleep (And go for a few more rounds). The next afternoon you finally woke up at 12pm with a pounding headache and Mingi not in his bed. You figured he had something to do and collected your costume, texted Hongjoong to come pick you up then headed downstairs to do the walk of shame alone. Luckily it was only Wooyoung and one other male there, they noticed you walking down the stairs and you walked over to them.

"Well good afternoon gorgeous, I see someone had a good night." Wooyoung said smiling at you. "Who's the lucky guy?" He said as both the males looked at you.

"Um, I actually never met him, but he was one of your room mates, Mingi, he was super nice and said he was going to text me so he could take me out later." You had such a sweet smile on your face while Wooyoung and the other man’s face was quite the opposite.

"Weeelll um, I wouldn't hold my breath on that Y/N, but I'm glad your optimistic." Wooyoung said.

"Woo be straight up with her, Mingi isn't exactly, how can I say this, the dating type." The other one said.

"Who are you?" You asked.

"This is San, I was hoping to hook you guys up but looks like Mingi snagged ya first." Both the males chuckled.

"Anyway, Mingi is what most girls call a fuck boy, he tells you everything you wanna hear but never delivers." San said.

You thought about what they were saying, no way was the guy that talked to you for hours and cuddled you so warmly just a fuck boy right?

"Whatever you guys are just mean! My rides here I gotta go." They both laughed at your temper tantrum and waved you goodbye.

You walked out to the car to see Hongjoong in the driver seat and Seonghwa in the back, you smiled and got in the car.

"Well, well, looks like I'm not the only one that had an eventful night." you said teasing Hongjoong.

Seonghwa giggled and Hongjoong blushed "Shut up! Why did you need me to stop at a pharmacy before I took you home?"

"Well my night was SUPER, eventful if you get my drift." you said raising your eyebrows so Hongjoong would pick up on what you were saying.

"Ew, you let one of those guys hit it raw AND finish in you, I taught you better than this Y/N." He rolled his eyes in fake disgust and drove off.

"So how was it Y/N?" Seonghwa asked.

"It was fucking amazing, I've never had a huge one like that and god I couldn't even think straight." you replied, excited to tell someone about your endeavors.

"Wow, who was it with? Was it Wooyoung? He always says you're pretty but off limits, or did he finally introduce you to San?" Seonghwa said intrigued to know the answer.

"Neither, it was his other roommate, Mingi." You said smiling, Seonghwa made a face.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself at least." He said it in a specific voice that you and Hongjoong picked up on.

"Why did you say it like that Hwa?" Hongjoong asked.

"It's just that Mingi is well... a free spirit, kinda goes where he wants and does what he wants."

"Oh god did you fuck the house fuckboy Y/N?" Hongjoong asked bluntly.

"No! Why does everyone keep saying that I know how to clock a fuck boy." you did however start to get nervous since you did text Mingi when you woke up saying how much you enjoyed last night and asking him for the money for the pill and all he replied was "GM" and only sent $23.

"Dammit Y/N how do you get involved with a fuck boy right after getting your heart broken." Hongjoong said as he pulled into the pharmacy.

Now there you were, standing in the pharmacy, holding a plan B, telling a child not to talk to fuck boys and having to have your male best friend send you the remaining amount to cover the pill. About a week had passed and you accepted that you had been fucked over and that you weren't getting that date after the 5th unanswered text, you sat in your studio apartment late that night since you stayed up to binge a show, it was around 2am then your phone buzzed, you checked your phone assuming it was Hongjoong.

Mingi: Hey baby u up?

[thoseprettywords]

Summary: You're at the height of success in your career as a psychologist, but your latest patient has proved to be worth more trouble than you're able to take on.

Word Count: 2438

TW: Cussin, Stalking, Guns, Sex, Mental Health

AN: I’m an old hoe in this writing game, auntie don’t know all these acronyms and new lingo. If you’re under 18, you shouldn’t be here anyway. That being said, MINORS DNI.

Weeks passed since you had been able to spend any quality time with your husband. This new client of yours had you working overtime, putting every credit you earned for your psychology degree to use. Trinity Harrison was a real piece of work. She was a beautiful girl– capable, successful, and driven. She knew right from wrong, but still chose to take the most delusional, dramatic jumps from the tallest cliffs her mind could climb.

Trinity had been ordered to see you by a judge in lieu of spending 3 years in jail for attempted manslaughter. Her lawyer must’ve had a mighty tongue or some deep connections to sway the judge. You had never met someone so delusional, so you were up for the challenge. If you could get through to Trinity, you had truly found your calling.

Trinity Harrison was a young, vibrant soul that viewed the world through rainbow-colored glasses. On New Year's Eve the previous year, she met a guy who was visiting her hometown in upstate New York and ended up ‘pursuing her Christmas love story’ by booking a one-way flight and completely uprooting her life only to find out he was engaged. Instead of taking her L in stride, she became obsessed with replacing his fiance… by any means necessary. Which is exactly how her files ended up on your desk. In a blind rage, she spotted the fiance walking her dog and ran her down with her car. Thankfully, no major injuries occurred.

You were coming up on a year of treating Trinity with no real progress. This ate at you. You had graduated top of your class, opened your own private practice, and had a high-success rate within your clientele. 

“Dr. Richmond.” Your assistant poked her head into your office drawing your attention from the thick file in your hands. “It’s 7:00.” 

Briefly, you racked your brain trying to recall the significance of the time. Shit. You forgot.

“Thank you Brittany. Tell Terry I’m sorry and I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” You slid the file into a secure drawer and gathered your belongings. This was the third time you’d forgotten about meeting Terry for a date night. You knew he would not be pleased.

Once you arrive home, you slip into the shower eager to wash away the stress of the day. You step out of the shower and notice that Terry has laid out a red dress and a small mystery box. You giggle as you unwrap the box to reveal a pair of vibrating panties, and of course the remote was missing.

You valet your car and enter your favorite restaurant, immediately locking eyes with Terry who stands to greet you as you approach the booth. He leans down and meets your lips with a tender kiss. 

“Hey baby. I’m so sorry I’m late. It’s this–” Terry cuts you off, knowing that you were about to say the one name he told you he didn't want to hear tonight. Once you’re seated, he reaches across the table to grab your hands. 

“Baby, I have waited weeks to spend this time with you tonight. It’s been weeks since I’ve tasted you, felt you.” 

The guilt settles in your stomach as you reminisce on how things were earlier in your relationship. You vowed to make time for each other, to listen to one another, and to cater to one another’s needs. You’ve neglected him, but he wasn’t giving up so easily. 

A soft moan escapes your lips as you feel the vibrating sensation from the panties.

“Are you listening to me Mrs. Richmond?” Terry asked while expertly toying with the settings of the remote, nearly sending you over the edge. 

“Y-yes Ter- Terry. We’re i-in public. Why–” 

Terry leaned in, lowering his voice so that only you could hear. “Because you’re fucking playing with me woman. I haven’t fucked you in 3 weeks! I- I thought you were cheating on me with that Trinity bitch the way you’re never available for me anymore. Are you sure she’s the only one with an obsessive disorder?” The break in his voice almost breaks you. His mood had soured and he switched the panties off. You find yourself unable to meet his eyes. “Look. At. Me.” Terry commanded through gritted teeth. You sheepishly look up to meet his eyes. 

You’re interrupted by the waitress delivering the meals Terry had ordered prior to your arrival. Tension and silence filled the air between you as you dug into your meals. It was hard to ignore the glare coming from those icy blue-ish-gray eyes. You find yourself searching for the right words to say, but fail to think of anything that would satisfy his agitation. Failure was never an option for you, yet here you were on the brink of failing your marriage and your pain in the ass patient. There was only one thing to do.

You catch Terry’s hand as you both walk into the dark house. You run your hand down the length of his torso as you drop to your knees. “Baby, you have every right to be mad at me,” you admit as you undo his belt, “but I’m gonna make you feel like the king you are.”

You glance up to see his jaw tense with anticipation before spitting on the tip of his dick. You silently said a prayer knowing that no mercy would be shown. Your neglect created this monster and you didn’t need another failure on your plate, not tonight. 

Without another word, Terry grips your head with his massive hands and begins mercilessly stroking your mouth. Tears blur your vision, but you focus on your breathing while steadying yourself. The tension between you slowly melts away and is quickly replaced with a carnal lust. He pulls your head back by grabbing a handful of your hair forcing you to look at him. 

“Y/N, I could be out here fucking any woman I want. It’s so fucking tempting, but I–” He squints in the darkness unsure if he'd heard something. 

“What is it baby?” You ask, turning around to see what might’ve caught his attention. Terry shrugs it off and he guides you upstairs to the bedroom. Your punishment was far from over. Terry sits on the edge of the bed, pulling you into his lap. He peels the dress over your perfectly toned ass. You brace yourself waiting for his hefty hand to smack your ass. Instead you feel his lips on the small of your back causing you to arch. In one swift motion, he rips your panties and flings them across the room. He kneels behind you, pulling your ass to his face with a deep inhale. 

“I want tonight to be a reminder of everything you fell in love with and what you stand to lose.” 

You were in no mood to hear any words. You needed to feel his mouth. You ease back only for Terry to grab you by your ass to hold you in place. You hear him chuckle. “I’ve waited three weeks. You can wait 3 fucking seconds, y/n.”

You open your mouth to respond but the words escape you as Terry simultaneously plunges his thick thumb in your asshole as his tongue viciously flicked your hypersensitive clit. You went from a 4.0 GPA college graduate to a babbling twit in a matter of seconds. You could feel him grinning like a Cheshire cat listening to you struggle to form a single word. 

“Not yet.” Terry abruptly stops just as you’re about to reach your peak. It blew your mind the way he just knew your body. Not a second later, you felt the tip of his dick at your entrance, teasing you. You crane your neck to look back at him as you plead with your eyes. You both moan in pleasure as he slowly fills you. You were grateful that he was giving you time to adjust. “Terry…” You moan while grinding on his dick. “Fuuuuuck!” He roared while expertly navigating your walls, hitting that sweet spot.

Terry grabs a fistful of hair, while his other hand delivers a heavy smack to your ass. You whimper knowing whats to come. Another smack lands on your bare ass. Pain soon turns into excitement and pleasure. You toot that ass up as high as your spine will allow giving him full access. The stimulation from Terry hitting your spot, his balls slapping your clit, and the stinging sensation from your ass being smacked had you in a euphoric state. This was the first time in a long time that you were able to unwind and let go. You close your eyes as the orgasm envelopes the both of you. While you were on the brink of exhaustion, Terry was walking towards the door.

“I’m going downstairs to get some water baby. You want something?” Terry asks as he stands in the doorway naked as the day he was born. You nod, your throat still feeling raw. Minutes pass. You call Terry’s name to get no response. Your heart races as you tear yourself from the bed immediately feeling the aftermath of your punishment. You creep into the kitchen and find Terry laid face down in the middle of the kitchen. “Terry!” You rush over to him, failing to notice the figure standing in the shadows. 

“Hi Dr. Richmond.” You turn around slowly to find your very own patient zero standing in the shadows wearing a devious smile. 

“Trinity? What- Why?” She doesn’t respond. Instead she motions for you to sit in a chair while she binds your ankles, wrists, and mouth. You were so careful not to place any personal indicators in your office and Terry had trained you on how to be aware of your surroundings. Your attention went back to your husband who was lying on the floor also bound and unconscious. Trinity struggled to turn him over on his back. You cringed watching her stroke his semi-erect dick. Despite wanting to wring this bitch’s neck, you manage your best poker face.

“Week after week, I’m forced to see you. You think I haven’t noticed how your mood shifts when you see me. You haven’t done shit to fix me!” Trinity shrieked. You cocked your head to the side wondering how the fuck you missed seeing this breakdown coming. She hadn’t improved, but she was stable. She was now standing in front of you toying with a gun. “I watched yall tonight, you know… I touched myself watching him devour you. It should be me!” She snapped, pressing the barrel of the gun to your temple. You prayed silently, for you, for Terry, for this nutty bitch to at least leave you both alive.

You notice Terry beginning to come to. He’s able to assess the situation and meets your eyes, telling you to remain calm without exchanging any words. You know that you need to keep her attention on you long enough to give Terry time to formulate a plan. Sure, Trinity was winning this fight for now, but Terry would ultimately take the victory in the war. 

“B..ch.. F…c…you!” You manage to mumble through the gag. Your defiance infuriates Trinity. She snatches the gag from your mouth, keeping the gun pressed to your temple. “Say it again! I can’t wait to fuck your fine ass husband. I’m going to do it right in front of you too.”

“Bitch fuck you! They should’ve thrown the book at you when they had the chance!” You screamed knowing that case was a sore spot. Before Trinity could pull the trigger, Terry had freed himself and held her in a bear hug. With one hand, he retrieved the gun, unloaded it, and pinned her down with his knee in her back. Never losing control of Trinity, he was able to undo the ropes she’d bound you with.

Your entire body shook violently as you struggled to search Terry’s abandoned pants pockets for his phone. You choked back tears as you gave the operator your address. Terry fought to restrain himself from permanently silencing the intruder. Not only had she stressed his wife out, but she had assaulted him and violated his home. “I’d never make you wait three weeks Terry.” She addresses your husband. “And maybe if you were better at your job, I wouldn’t have gotten curious about your life. How the fuck are you so successful, but failed me?” The words cut you. You grab the closest thing to you, an umbrella, and lunge at her. 

The thought of failure had consumed and haunted you for months. You’d never failed anything in your life, yet here was your biggest failure obnoxiously taunting you. Terry grabbed the umbrella before it connected. “Bitch I didn’t fail you! Yo mammy failed you. Yo loser ass daddy failed you! It’s not my job to fix you!” She crossed the line a long time ago. That doctor-patient confidentiality bullshit was out the window. You knew you had to verbally cut this bitch deep since Terry wouldn’t allow you to inflict your revenge physically. “Your mama should’ve locked yo ass away when you were 5-years old maniacally obsessing over fictional characters. Weird ass bitch!” Your blood was boiling. 

Officers knock at the door. You hand Terry his pants. He meets your eyes. “Baby go upstairs. I’ll handle this.” 

“What about your head Terry? You’re bleeding.” He shrugged it off. 

“I got this baby. I’ll be upstairs as soon as this is handled. I’m fine.”

You replayed the events of the night in your mind as the hot shower water hit your body. How long had she been stalking you? How did she manage to get inside your home? Terry entered the shower, pulling you into his chest.

“You’re taking some time off, as much as you need. I’m going to file a restraining order and personally see to it that she ends up on the next train back to wherever the fuck she’s from and we are pressing as many charges as it takes to bury her under the psych ward baby. I’m so sorry.” None of this was his fault, but the fact that someone was able to slip past his defenses didn’t sit right with him. After showering Terry carries you to the bed and massages every inch of your body until you drift off to sleep.

Thank you so much for reading. This was a mini-challenge to myself – I overthink and end up abandoning my writings A LOT. I found my angle and finished this in one sitting. I hope you enjoyed, but I appreciate the feedback whether you did or not 🫶🏾

[ollypopwrites]

The Privilege of Worship

Emmerich Volkarin x Cis!Fem Rook [note: references to the fact Rook is Curvy but there’s little to no description of her appearance.] Summary: He had pieced together everything she hadn’t actually said out loud. Rook had been a bit smitten since he had first moved into the Lighthouse, and she hadn’t been very subtle about it either. It was a very clear conclusion: he didn’t believe that she would put herself first and he was going to have to do it for her. Rating: M (18+ MDNI) CW: canon dialogue divergence, height difference, self-doubt, enthusiastic consent, check ins, communication, breast play, fingering, semi-public sex, body worship, squirting, masturbation reference, after care, very slight d/s negotiation if you squint, Emmrich is almost too gentlemanly for his own good, Rook talks too much when she’s nervous, scaring the hoes (each other), grown ups being grown up about relationships. Word count: 6.7k Notes: I just wanted to have Rook fingerbanged in a graveyard and then feelings happened ok. EDITED: Thank you to @flightlessangelwings for the moral support and assistance with this fic I'm so happy to be yelling about porn with you once more.

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“So, Emmrich I wanted to tell you something,” Rook started. “I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing with…all of this. I’ve never been with anyone. Romantically, I mean.”

Rook began to panick at the look on Emmrich’s face. She probably should have worded it better, but she had just said the first thing that came to her mind before she lost the nerve to say it. The night had been going so well, and she thought she was watching it fall apart right before her eyes. 

“Not the first everything! I’m not a virgin,” she quickly went to correct herself. The blunt way she said it didn’t seem to soothe the shocked expression he wore. “I’ve had one or two flings over the years.”

“One or two?” Emmrich repeated slowly, as if trying to process it. 

“What I mean is,” Rook kept on, “it’s all just a bit… new.”

The pause in conversation was enough to make her wince, as she awaited his response. What Rook had considered more than the difference in years between them was the difference in experience in this particular area. Weeks living with the team had meant stories had been told, and with every polite mention of a past suitor or relationship Rook had felt her stomach tie into a knot.

It had hit her in the middle of the same night that the only thing more terrifying than saying it out loud to him was for him to figure it out while they were in the middle of being intimate.  

“We can move slowly.” he assured her with a smile, the same one that always seemed to put her at ease. 

“Hopefully not too slow.” Rook couldn’t help herself. 

Emmrich chuckled, “as you wish, my dear.” Then he added, “I’m… glad you chose me.”

“It’s been good so far,” she breathed, shifting in her seat a little. 

“Oh!” He seemed so pleased with himself. “Excellent.”

“Anyway…” She looked around. “Should we enjoy the garden?”

“Certainly.”

The heat of embarrassment had long left her face, she was still warm, but it had dulled to a low simmer of excitement and contentment. With her arm tucked in his, they walked the gardens without any purpose. No rites or gathered flowers, just enjoying the general splendor as wisps danced to and fro, and meandering spirits appeared and disappeared in the periphery. 

When Rook saw the looming Love in Life and Death monument she gently pulled him toward it. Her thoughts lingered on that first kiss, the gentility and sweetness of it, much as the rest after had been. The slightest hint of becoming more had been either interrupted back at the Lighthouse or by some wandering Mourn Watcher there in the gardens. 

It was not that Rook was rushing it, but it was hard to ignore the press of impatience. 

“I think this is my favorite spot in the gardens,” Rook said as they neared it. 

“And why is that dearest?” 

He knew why, she was certain by the slight glint of mischief in his eye. It made her stomach flutter, and she pushed past the nerves of feeling put on the spot. 

“Just the general atmosphere,” she shrugged, but she was grinning like an idiot, she knew.

Emmrich hummed a response, taking her hand and unlooping her arm from his. She let him spin her so her back was to the monument, a recreation of the very evening that brought them to this moment. Rook felt the stone at her back as he led her, and immediately lifted herself onto her toes, looking up and ready to accept a kiss she was sure was coming.

Emmrich held her in suspense for a few moments. His hand gently cupped the curve of her jaw, the coolness of his rings against her warmed cheeks an intoxicating contrast. He tilted her head back further, eyes roving over her face and settling on her lips. The other hand very gently landed at her waist, not overbearing by any means, and Rook carelessly curled her fists around his pressed shirt as the anticipation began to become too much. Finally, he looked her in the eyes. 

“This is where I ought to say something devastatingly debonair,” he said gently. 

Rook laughed a little, “I am on the edge of my seat.”

“I sorely hate to disappoint, my dear,” his thumb gently rubbed the skin over her cheek bone, “but I find myself too enchanted with the idea of putting my lips to other uses to come up with anything.”

Rook’s breath hitched, she felt her smile falter in pure shock at the intense zap of desire that shot through her. “That — that’s you not knowing what to say?” She replied. “Maker, Emmrich.”

He laughed a little, unguarded and like he was a bit surprised himself. “May I?”

“Please.”

Emmrich kissed her. Similar to most of their previous kisses, it was sweet, a bit chaste except for the way he lingered in each one. The stone at her back kept her steady as his hand flexed its grip on her waist, the other sliding down her face to dip just below the collar of her shirt at the juncture where her shoulder met her neck. His long fingers splayed and tilted her head, his thumb just over the pulse point of her throat. He had to feel her heart hammering. 

But he kept a reasonable distance between their bodies, just close enough that they were touching without him pressing into her at all. Each pass of their lips over each other was a test of her patience, as she surged and retreated, trying not to push the heat of them too far when he met her with the same controlled gentility. Her fingers loosened in the grip she had of his shirt, trying her best to follow his lead despite the urge in her to pull him tight against her and nip at his lower lip until he gave her an opening to slip her tongue in. 

“You don’t have to hold back on my account,” he murmured against her lips. 

“You’re the one holding back,” she teased. 

He kissed her a little firmer then, but just as quickly as the flame had spiked he pulled himself back again. Frustration started to rear its head in her, her impatience reaching its boiling point. She could push through, she could barrel headfirst and approach this the way she had with her previous partners. 

Faking it until she made it, acting confident and assertive and figuring it out as she went was not just her leadership style. It was how she had approached anything she felt uncertain about. But this was different, he was different. 

So she pulled away and asked, “is it because of what I told you earlier?”

Her voice was a bit smaller than she would have liked, the self-consciousness so plainly obvious she felt that heat of embarrassment start to take over again. The slight tang of panic overtaking the excitement she felt before. 

Emmrich pulled back a little to look at her. The desire in his eyes was somewhat clouded by a flicker of doubt. He was considering what to say; how to say it kindly, how to make sure it couldn’t be misunderstood. Rook almost didn’t want him to say anything at all. Maybe she should just grab him by that impossibly stiff collar and kiss him breathless so he couldn’t think about how much she hadn’t experienced in comparison to him. 

“There is a bit of concern, I will admit,” he finally said. “The last thing I want is you to feel as if anything intimate is expected of you, Rook.” His expression tightened, “your eagerness is infectious, and I am enjoying it thoroughly.” His smile was tilted to one side, still tense in his self-deprecation, “almost too thoroughly, if I am being honest. But your comfort must come before all else.”

Oh, he was too good to be true. Rook had to blink a couple times, take a moment to process what she was hearing. What it felt like to be cared for. It was just a little foreign, and for a split moment she wished she was in her armor, not the soft and thin casual clothes that left her unprotected. The vulnerability was stark and a bit scary; like he had pieced together everything she hadn’t actually said out loud. Rook had been a bit smitten since he had first moved into the Lighthouse, and she hadn’t been very subtle about it either. It was a very clear conclusion: he didn’t believe that she would put herself first and he was going to have to do it for her. 

And he was probably right. 

It was a crossroads moment, one that was so obvious it couldn’t have been more clear if it was narrated by some unseen omniscient presence. Rook could choose in that moment to fall back into old ways, to make their connection a fleeting and desperate grab for intimacy in the face of the apocalypse. To let it be something that she would inevitably feel the need to run from when things got too uncomfortable. 

Her past entanglements hadn’t been bad, but they had not been anything more than frisky fun. They were shallow and lasted no longer than a few months: both parties knowing they weren’t staying in the long run so they took and took from each other until there was nothing else either person was willing to give. 

Rook could easily let this be the same. She could act crass and brave; all she had to do was pull Emmrich’s mouth back down to her own and whisper something filthy enough to make him believe she wasn’t afraid. 

Or she could accept this offer of care and hand it back in kind. She could embrace the vulnerability of the fact that he wanted very much to be good to her. He had been so careful, ensuring that without a doubt she was interested in him before he even considered acting on his attraction. He had made every step very deliberately, so that even in this stage of exploration of what this  could maybe become his intentions were always clear. 

“I trust you, Emmrich. Do you trust me?” Rook asked. 

“Of course,” he didn’t hesitate.

Rook touched his cheek, the scratch of five o’clock shadow beginning to sprout there was a tangible and grounding sensation against her palm. She didn’t miss the way he leaned ever so slightly into the touch either, bolstering her and making her certain of her decision. 

 “I promise I will let you know if I need things to slow down,” she assured him, “if you promise to believe me when I say I’m alright.”

“And you will tell me?” 

There it was, that sliver of doubt. 

“Yes. I will.”

Emmrich grabbed her hand from his face, a soft squeeze and the smallest of circles traced on the back of it as he smiled at her. With a gentle tug he placed her hand over her shoulder and leaned in again, lips pressing close and his body crowding her back against the stone. Another chaste kiss, but this time his hands sprawled over curves, grabbing through thin cloth and she lifted herself on her toes to meet him. 

With each press of their lips, he seemed to let go of another bit of reservation. Rook felt herself matching each one, the tension building up again, her prior discomfort from the vulnerability dissolving the moment he groaned so quietly against her lips. He shifted slightly, turning his head and trailing his kiss to the corner of her lips. He was pulling away and suddenly nothing seemed like a worse idea. 

Rook felt a noise slip past her throat, something between desperate and frustrated. Her hand tangled into his hair and pulled him back to her lips properly, giving the tiniest nip over his bottom lip before her tongue pressed in her teeth’s wake. Emmrich’s mouth opened in a gasp, before he teased his tongue against hers. 

Like most things she was finding with Emmrich, even making out in the gardens flowed and ebbed in a well-balanced way that kept her on her toes. Were their prior conversations not so serious, she may have teased the good professor for snogging in the Memorial Gardens like some hormonal apprentice. The difference in height between them kept him from pressing his hips to hers, even as she lifted herself and he leant down to meet her. But her heart leapt at the idea of him grinding against her while they kissed and kissed and kissed. 

Very slowly his hands slid over the curve of her waist past the swell of her hips and onto her backside. With a whine she kissed him harder if possible, and then he squeezed. The gasp she let out had her faltering in their kiss, and then with ease she was not quite expecting him to display he lifted her. 

It was only the short distance to place her in a sitting position on the lowest stone tier of the monument behind her. The second supported her back as her feet dangled and she immediately opened her legs to allow him closer. At this height it was a bit more comfortable, he slotted directly against her, just about the same height as him standing and leaning over her.

Suddenly his fingers were undoing the buttons of her blouse, all the while he ducked his head to kiss at her pulse point. Rook tilted her head back, giving him all the access he could ever need, each press of his lips, teeth and tongue giving her full body goosebumps and pulling a moan from her throat. 

Her shirt was open just wide enough for him to pull it down over one shoulder, his mouth painting the curve of it. A swell of cleavage had been revealed, a nimble hand spanned one of her breasts. He kneaded softly, pressing just enough to create the slightest friction of his palm against a hardened nipple and make her gasp suddenly. 

Rook felt the point of no return creeping up. The sudden recognition that they were in the middle of the garden making her open her eyes to scan around them. There was an atmospheric fog that seemed to settle around the gravestones at all times, but it wasn’t enough to offer real cover. 

“Emmrich,” She whispered, it sounded less like she was trying to get his attention and more like a plead given that his thumb began to circle her nipple through the cloth of her smallclothes. 

For a moment she had forgotten she was trying to get his attention, the lull of the sparks it ignited in her was such a delicious temptation. He offered her a reprieve by simply squeezing her breast, allowing a logical thought to pierce the haze of arousal. 

“What would your fellow Mourn Watchers say — ah,” she faltered as his teeth dug gently into the skin of her neck and he sucked, “—if they found Professor Volkarin necking in the gardens?”

“They’d say I was the most fortunate man alive or dead, certainly,” he murmured, lips not quite losing contact with the skin of her throat. “But only if they were somehow not rendered speechless by the sight of you, my dear.”

Focus, Rook.

Beating a pair of blighted Gods seemed an easier task, but she managed to find her mind. 

“Emmrich,” she insisted. 

Instantly, his hands and mouth stilled. But there was a moment of tense silence as he stayed where he was, his breaths coming in small pants, fingers still twitching to touch and grab. Surprisingly, he said nothing, just gathered himself for a moment. She didn’t want him to fall back into propriety, but she had to ask. 

“What if someone sees us?”

“Would you like to stop?” He tilted his head, still angled so he was below and looking up at her. 

“That’s not what I asked,” she challenged. “As much as I want you to ravish me right here, we don’t need to be on the Mourn Watch’s bad side for desecrating the Memorial Gardens.” 

There was the slightest change in his eyes, a momentary narrowing before he came back to himself. Something going on in his mind she couldn’t quite figure out. 

“I assure you,” he lifted himself to kiss her lips, “no one will be coming to disturb us.”

“How do you know?” 

“I am a senior necromancer,” Emmrich told her with the slightest lilt of haughtiness, “there are privileges that come along with the position.”

“I see what you’re getting at,” she smiled. “Reanimated royal cooks and a private night in the garden,” she moved to undo the chain on his collar, the first step to undressing him, “you really are trying to impress.”

“My dear, this is only the beginning,” he delicately grabbed her hand so she had to stop fussing with his chain, and kissed each knuckle. “But if you truly are uncomfortable continuing on —“

“No,” she insisted. “No, I’m fine,” she nodded her head, “not the first time I’ve been a bit risky, and if you say no one will stumble upon us...” she leaned in to kiss him again.  

Emmrich arched a brow at her. “One of your two dalliances? In public, really?”

She couldn’t tell if he was being jealous or judgemental. The only response she could find was, “come on, with the life I lead? You think no one’s ever fucked me behind a bar before?” 

The unmoving look he gave her was full of as much patience as the unknown other emotion she couldn’t place. She was doing it again. Another attempt at making herself feel less self-conscious,

leaning on bravado that was her only saving grace in moments of uncertainty. 

“I see.”

“I was more worried about your delicate sensibilities.”

Emmrich gave a short laugh. 

“I feel like I keep saying wrong things,” she admitted, “can we get back to the kissing bit?”

He acquiesced, but this time the kisses didn’t start slow and gentle. Emmrich picked up exactly where he left off, overwhelming her with heavy draws of his tongue into her mouth. She was glad for it, reaching back for that fire that was stoking in her, and determined not to let anything douse it again. 

Despite the fervor in his kisses, his hands were more soft. Teasing touches over her breasts again through fabric, still keeping some distance between them even as he was slotted between her thighs. Impatiently she grabbed for him, pulling him close so she could kiss above his collar. He smelled of some kind of cologne or maybe aftershave, lavender and sage and myrrh, she took a deep breath at the pleasantness of it before she nipped at the skin. 

He let out a sigh, thumb grazing over her nipple through fabric again, and she was spurred on. She felt exposed with her top half open, while he was perfectly well kempt except for where she had wrinkled his shirt with grabbing hands. Boldness crested in her as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him flush against her. 

There was the telltale hardness of him, blocked by all the layers of his clothing and hers, but unmistakable. He grunted, a deep low sound that gave her chills, and immediately she felt the firm grind of him against her. There was far too much clothing between them for her to truly get off from it, but his mouth had dropped to the swell of her cleavage, hot tongue running across the skin and in combination it was enough to make her moan. 

Emmrich stopped moving immediately, and she threw her head back with a disappointed noise. His fingers toyed with the edge of her underclothes, just barely reaching under, grazing the bare underside of her breasts. Rook sucked a sharp breath in, eyes flying open to find his lingering there where his fingers were. They flicked back to hers, and she nodded her head, running her hand up over his cheek and through his hair. 

He kissed her first, sweetly this time, a soft and heart wrenching sincerity to it that she didn’t have time to process before his hand slipped completely underneath her bandeau. He sighed into her lips, squeezing the flesh in his hand. When his thumb traced over her nipple without the fabric as a barrier she moaned, louder than before and her fingers tightened in his hair. 

He did it again, seeming to feed off the reaction. “You make the loveliest sounds, dearest.”

She chuckled a little, not really having the mind to find something to say back. He groped and kissed, and she rocked her hips into his seeking any kind of friction she could get. Emmrich pressed harder into her, and she heard him choke back a groan as she rolled her hips, and he shifted just slightly to pull his hips away. 

A truly petulant groan left her as she grabbed at him again. “You're still holding back, Emmrich.”

“I am,” he admitted plainly.

“Don’t,” she urged. “I’m fine.”

“Trust me, my dear, I know,” he simply said, pulling his hands carefully from underneath her bandeau. “My plans for this evening are going just as I had hoped.”

Rook felt her stomach drop, “but —“

“Give me your hand, please,” he held his out and she didn’t hesitate to press her palm to his. 

She expected him to be a gentleman and help her down from the ledge he had put her on. She preemptively felt the disappointment of desire unsatisfied, her stomach turning at the idea of finishing a walk around the garden so unsated with her underclothes sticking wetly to her cunt, a constant reminder of what almost was. Emmrich took her hand and she felt the slide of metal against her skin, he placed three of his gold bands on her ring finger and one on the middle finger. All six bracelets he normally wore on his right wrist were also slipped onto hers. 

Rook inspected them with a tilted head, not a perfect fit but not too tight or loose enough she worried about them slipping off. The gold bangles jingled against each other as she examined the unfamiliar weight of them. She was confused, and his arm looked so bare without them, it felt incredibly intimate. 

“What are you doing?” She asked him. 

His hands rested on her thighs, sliding up to the belts around her waist, “if you’ll allow it, I’d like to remove these,” he ran his ringer over one of those buckles. 

“Of course I’ll allow it,” Rook frowned. 

“Wonderful,” he started unbuckling. 

She just watched him, before her unadorned hand reached for the fabric tied at his waist. “Can I?”

“No, you may not,” he smiled, with a shake of his head still tilted down to where he was undoing her trousers. His eyes lifted to hers, amused, at the huff of annoyance she gave when she let go of the fabric. 

“How are you planning on fucking me with out undressing at all?”

Emmrich had gotten the buckles undone, untucking her shirt from the trousers and began unlacing. He was quick with it, not faltering over any knots or clasps. “It seems your previous partners have made some egregious errors in their courting of you,” he told her gently, “forgive my language, but I am not going to ‘fuck you’ at all.”

The curse sounded so out of place on his tongue she almost had no idea what to say besides an inarticulate grunt of, “what?”

He untied his own sash around his waist, unfolding it and draping it across her lap. He reached underneath it, grabbing at the trousers that hung open on her and started to tug them down. Rook lifted her hips to let him, watched in confusion as he undid her boots, set them aside and sliding both underclothes and pants all the way off of her so her bare bum sat against the stone. 

As he folded her trousers very neatly to set them aside, she finally found her wits again, “Emmrich? You’re sending a lot of mixed messages right now.”

He kissed her lips, stepping back between her legs. “I’m not going to take you carelessly,” he told her. 

“Maybe I haven’t been clear,” she smiled, “I’d very much like it if you had your way with me, threw me over a gravestone or something.”

“The idea is incredibly tempting, my dear,” he assured her. “Do not mistake me, having you at my mercy is quite often on my mind.”

“Well you can’t say it like that and not follow through,” Rook reached for his shirt again. 

“Rook,” he breathed a laugh, grabbing her hands to place them on the edge of the stone. “That privilege is something that must be earned. I will not even allow myself to look upon you in all your naked glory before I have done so.”

Rook tilted her head, “but you have -“

“Please, humor me, darling,” he kissed her. “Let me do this the right way.”

This was a dance she had no idea the steps to, but she nodded her head, ready to let him show her. It was strange, to be treated like something precious. It left her feeling off kilter, unsure how to show the same care back — but if he minded he hadn’t said so. She was so full of want for him, she hadn’t been secretive about it, but maybe he liked that. It certainly seemed like he did, given the strain in his trousers. 

As Emmrich kissed her his hand slipped to the outside of her covered thighs, roaming down until he finally made contact with the skin of her calf, all the way down to her ankles, across the top of her foot. He followed a trail back up the same way, this time his hand sliding under the cummerbund draped over her lap. 

In her wildest fantasies she had taken care to imagine the drag of metal across her skin from his grave gold, but she felt the weight of it on her own hand. It was somehow even more intimate to be wearing them herself, while his hand was bare as he squeezed the generous flesh of her thigh. 

He began massaging lightly, the press of his fingers never moving into painful, and she groaned a little at the soothing feeling. His head tilted down for her neck again, and she was finding his favorite spot to kiss was right were he could feel her pulse beating. The tickle of his moustache painting a complex mix of sensations while he so gently sucked on the skin there. 

“I fear your skin may become an insurmountable vice of mine,” he said gently. 

His right hand slid down to her knee and back up the inside of her thigh. His other was tracing the curve of her torso, over her side before resting with his hand just underneath her bandeau not quite touching her breast pressing enough to feel her ribs. The anticipation was going to kill her, she was alight, nerves on fire as she wanted more — of this almost touching where she wanted him and for him to just touch her — she wasn’t sure what she would have preferred. 

His right hand had avoided the apex between her thighs, coming up to trial a line over the curve of her stomach. From her belly button and down to where the thatch of hair began, his fingers scratched gently through them before detouring to her thigh again. When he finally traced his fingers over the slick inside of her thigh, her arousal smeared there, he gasped slightly. 

“Maker, preserve me,” his voice was light as he spoke more to himself than her. 

Rook whined, biting her tongue against a string of desperate begging. 

Gentle fingers traced over her outer lips, rubbing and making her choke on the breath in her lungs. A tortuous slow exploration of her, Emmrich’s breath coming a little faster as he seemed to keep forgetting he was showering her neck with kisses — stopping with every dip into a new depth even before he reached where she was wettest for him. A gentle circle of her clit had her head thrown back with a moan that was so loud, she was almost embarrassed as he rubbed against the seam of her. 

When his fingers trailed down to her entrance, he hesitated where he found how wet she was, and then groaned. “Forgive me, I —“

He dipped a single finger slowly inside of her and then pulled his hand from her. Any protest she had died when he lifted the finger to his mouth, sucking on the bare digit, and moaning at the taste of her. 

“Emmrich,” Rook gasped. 

But he just kissed her. The hint of her own arousal on his mouth making her feel more lewd than she had ever before, and the heat of his kiss taking any logical thought away from her. His hand slipped under the fabric again, his hand angled so he could slip a finger in her a grind his palm against her clit gently. Even when Rook gasped, unable to kiss back, his mouth was on hers, tongue flicking and teeth grabbing. 

Another finger slipped into her, her arousal making the stretch easy but no less exhilarating. His bracelets around her wrist jangled against each other as she gripped at his shoulder, trying to find something to ground her, trying to touch any part of him she could. The stone at her back held her upright, and she threw her head back at a shock of pleasure when his hand finally took hold of her breast beneath her smallclothes, mouth dipping to skirt the edge of the cloth and take another pert nipple through it. 

An orgasm was approaching almost embarrassingly quickly. She spoke his name again, a desperate plea that he responded to with only a moan of his own. Her cunt clenched around his fingers, hips jolting forward, and her fingers nearly aching with the grip she had on him.

“Yes,” he murmured, pulling away to watch her. “There you are, I have you.”

Rook crumbled, panting and moaning, each roll of her hips gracefully matched by his hand. He pinched her nipple, and her legs drifted further open, back sliding down the stone a bit so she was at an almost uncomfortable angle. His hand never stopped, palm grinding against her clit, fingers pumping at just the right angle with the slightest crook of them upwards dragging against something truly sinful within her. It curled her toes and made her back arch against her will, all the while she kept fluttering her eyes open to watch him watch her. 

His mouth was parted, just slightly smiling, he may have looked cocky, too pleased with himself, except for the raw focus in his eyes. It was like the world had fallen away entirely, and she was the only one who existed to him. Hungry, pleading and slightly awestruck. He was beautiful. 

The waves of pleasure in her died down, and she opened her mouth to say something to him — but the train of thought flew away when he slipped his fingers out of her and used them to start rubbing a slow pattern over her clit. Testing the sensitivity, and watching for every micro expression. 

Need flared brightly in her again. So soon after, she felt insatiable, like she had to keep that feeling of release going forever. And he was happy to oblige her. 

“Again?” He asked.

“Yeah — yeah, again,” Rook gasped. “Please!”

Emmrich faltered at the begging, something flashing over his face that spelled out nights of wrung out pleasure and his firm hand correcting her when she slipped up. His pace quickened, his body pressing as close as he could to her without impeding his task. 

“This is what you deserve, Rook,” he told her between kisses. “To be undone, at the hands of someone who knows how to piece you back after.” He pressed his forehead to hers, “I can hardly believe you chose me.” When she tangled her fingers into his now completely ruffled hair and tugged slightly, he groaned, “I am beyond fortunate you did.”

It was hard to fully process what he was saying. “Wanted you — from the beginning,” was all she could manage. 

Emmrich stuttered a laugh, rewarding her with a pinch of her nipple again. “Insatiable minx.”

Her second orgasm came with a similar speed, but this time carried on so long she could hardly form words. Perhaps pleasure made time roll on slower than she could tell, his unrelenting pace making her eyes roll back into her head and all words cease. An internal chant of begging for more rang in her own ears but she couldn’t quite make her lips form the words. 

It was entirely overwhelming, the feeling of wanting to be splayed out for him. To let him have her whatever way he wanted. She wanted to beg him to never ever stop until she was crying and mindless.

“Good. Give me another,” Emmrich said, more a demand than a question as his other hand slipped out of her bandeau and beneath the cummerbund lain over her legs. All while one hand still played with different pressures and ministrations on her clit, the other pressed two fingers to her again. 

He caught himself, “is that alright?”

All Rook knew was that she wanted more, had to have more. She was all desire, all greedy lust, ready to do whatever he asked as long as he didn’t stop. It was terrifying, it was liberating, but it felt safe. 

“Yes,” she gasped. Finding a shred of her mind through the haze to laugh, “if you think you can manage it.”

His fingers plunged into her at the challenge, wrenching a gasp from her. “Challenging me in this area is not your best idea, Rook.”

“Are you sure?” Rook grinned, drunk on pleasure, “I’m getting exactly what I want out of it.”

“You’re much too capable of speech, darling,” Emmrich grinned back. “I shall have to rectify that.”

He was still fully clothed, and no intimate part of her was exposed to him, but it was perhaps the filthiest thing she had ever done. He had said it was just the beginning, and she believed him wholeheartedly. Even with the slick sounds of his fingers pumping in her, the way she had abandoned any kind of self-preservation to moan, and his mouth latched onto her nipple through the fabric. There was so much more on the horizon, and she was already on the verge of begging him to abandon his vow to ‘properly’ court her. 

Something was happening that she was unsure of, a stirring in her cunt that was not entirely unfamiliar. A brand new pressure, something that had teased itself in her before but never was allowed to fully bloom. In a slight panic, Rook opened her eyes, shock and awe written in the way her lips opened to pant through the sensation. 

He cooed at her, gentle encouragement and praises that made her want to please him so badly it was concerning. “Lovely, my dear,” she caught him saying, “you fall apart so beautifully for me.”

“Emmrich, I —“

 A sigh, “my name on your lips is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s — I’m going to —“ she felt like she had to warn him. 

“Yes, please,” he murmured, sounding just as desperate as her, “you’re so good to me.”

Rook fell apart again. Emmrich pulled his fingers from her as he felt her tighten around him, and to her own shock, she felt a dam break in her, a burst of wetness painting his fingers and the stone beneath her. 

Emmrich let out a whine that made her ravenous, it was needy and raw . Urgently, he kept rubbing over her clit, and it happened again. The sound wet and messy and altogether filthy. She felt tears stinging her eyes, her legs shaking and wave after wave of pleasure rolling through her body. Everything felt more vibrant, colors, sounds, every physical sensation magnified. 

 “Magnificent, Rook,” his voice lowered again. “Absolutely perfect.”

The praise hit her hard and she sobbed when he repeated the same ministrations once more. When he went to do it again she gasped, feeling like she might actually die. She was too sensitive, the stone at her back was beginning to bite and she was honestly a little scared at how her body wanted to have more still. 

“Wait,” she gasped. “Wait — it’s too much — I —“

Emmrich immediately stopped, pulling his hands away to rest on her thighs. “It seems I got carried away.”

“No, no,” Rook shook her head frantically, trying to put words together in a rush to console him. “No, it was perfect.”

“Breathe,” he reminded her, rubbing soothingly on the skin. 

Rook took in a heavy breath. He was watching her closely, but he leaned in to kiss her brow. While she caught her breath, leaning boneless against the stone, he started to clean her up, using the fabric still draped over her. Gently he wiped the mess away between her legs, and on his fingers.  

“I’m sorry,” she sighed, still getting her breath back. “I made a mess I didn’t even know I could make.”

Emmrich faltered for a moment, swallowing audibly. “The last thing you need to do is apologize, Rook, I’m glad I could enlighten you.”

He was being strange. For a moment he didn’t touch her at all, his hands firmly on the stone on either side of her, hips leaned back and taking deep breaths.

“Are you alright?” Concern made her sit up straighter, his bangles clacking against each other on her wrist when she reached out to touch his face. 

Emmrich’s eyes were glued to the jewelry on her skin for a moment. “I’m fine, dearest.” 

He flicked his eyes to hers, another wry smile on his lips that didn’t fit the bliss she was feeling at the moment. The pupils of his eyes were blown out so wide the green of his eyes were barely visible. Still he patiently watched while she caught her breath, leaning boneless against the stone. He was still straining against his trousers. Each breath he took was measured, and intentional. 

“Let me get use of my legs back,” she said suddenly, “and I’ll take care of you.”

“No need, darling,” he assured her. 

“But you just  —“

“Pardon me, Rook, but I know perfectly well what I did,” he cut her off. “It was what I intended to do, I just seemed to have… miscalculated my ability to keep my composure.”

“You don’t have to keep your composure with me,” she insisted. 

“I truly appreciate that,” he said with eyes closed as he straightened up, tall and proud, despite sporting quite an obvious erection. “But tonight was about you.”

“It can be about us.”

“It is,” he said gently, then continuing to clean up. “But you said you’d let me do this properly. You deserve to be courted selflessly.”

Rook leveled him with a look, half exasperated at this surprising new stubbornness and increasingly fond of his commitment to making her feel special. He laughed a little. 

“Put that look away, Rook,” he said, “it’s an erection, it’s hardly going to kill me.”

“But I want to make you feel good.”

Emmrich gathered up his cummerbund in his hands, licked his lips slightly and looked at her. “You’ve given me a great gift,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her cheek, “the evidence of your pleasure will be more than enough to satisfy me.”

Rook was spent, or should have been anyway, but the flare in her body was instantaneous. He helped redress her while she imagined him alone in the laboratory back at the Lighthouse, holding the fabric to his nose while he stroked himself. Would he wrap it around himself, stroke himself through it? And what had she been missing out on her entire life when his special brand of seduction and devotion was already driving her quickly towards madness? 

“Emmrich,” she said, looking down at him where he was on one knee as he started putting her boots back on her feet. “Thank you.”

“It’s quite literally my pleasure, darling.”

She believed him. 

Thank you for reading!

[soelstress]

I Don’t Mind Falling For You

Pairing: Curtis Everett x female!reader

Summary: What happens when the grumpy hermit meets the town klutz?

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , nsfw , sex/smut, p in v sex , unprotected sex , handjob , vaginal fingering , some language

A/N 1 - This is my second joint submission for @steviebbboi 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge and @yenzys-lucky-charm & @sweater-daddiesdumbdork Horny Hoes Hootenanny. Sorry it's a few days late!

A/N 2 - Prompts - - A: "What?" B: "I never realized how nice your smile is" (Person A flushing then rolling their eyes) -"You have no idea what you're doing to me" - Disaster character with grumpy -I’m mad that you’re always hurting yourself- character - Possessive/or protective manhandling!BB - Grouchybb! who is only soft with you - "Just one more I promise"

As a bonus, I asked Yenzy for two spins on the trick-or-treat wheel of potential doom... and for this one I chose the drunken confession!

A/N 3 - Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work - GIF taken from google but page was listed for @evansensations

A/N 4 - Please let me know if I've missed a warning, knowing me it's more than likely. Hope you all enjoy ☺️

No. Not a chance. There was nothing that could change his mind. Curtis stared out the window to the view of the forest and saw the sun break through the trees, almost like it was trying to burst into the quiet haven he built.

After being betrayed by people he thought for years to be allies and lost several friends who he considered to be family, Curtis had gathered only a change of clothes and a few items of sentimental value before relocating to this tiny town surrounded by trees for miles in a sea of green. Upon finding a cabin that was isolated and a small distance from the town he bought it and kept to himself. Twice a month when he ventured into town for groceries, he avoided speaking to anyone and usually answered with short grunts if required. He became known as the grumpy hermit and people tended to avoid him, which suited him just fine. That had been his routine… until you crashed into his life. Literally. 

Curtis had been walking through the grocery store when a blur barrelled into his chest. His arms framed the unexpected mass and he managed to catch his balance before looking down. Big eyes twinkled up at him, the colour shining against blushing cheeks. “Sorry, I guess gravity still works huh?” Blinking in surprise at your question, his head cocked when you giggled softly. When he realised he was still holding you, he slowly let go. "Thanks for catching me” you smiled at him before walking past. Curtis watched you before glancing around to see if you had tripped over an object or maybe slipped but there was nothing in sight. 

There were a few instances that followed when you slipped, tripped or fell around Curtis. At first he wasn’t sure if you were somehow purposely trying to interact with him but when he saw you fall in front of the local sheriff who helped you up then proceeded to laugh about it with you, Curtis approached the sheriff and asked about you. Though highly surprised that Curtis was speaking to him, the sheriff understood why he was asking about you. “Poor girl. She’s a sweetheart but real accident prone. She could get a papercut from a closed book, and ought to wear a suit of bubble wrap. Never gets down about it though, always laughs it off” the sheriff shook his head fondly.

After a few more incidents involving Curtis, you once again found yourself in the arms of the rumoured grumpy hermit and took a moment to observe him. Black beanie pulled low on his head which hid his hair, pink lips set in a straight line beneath the dark beard covering his face. His blue eyes warmed at the sight of you, and your customary blush deepened. Your usual self depreciation was cut off when he spoke first. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were falling for me”. His eyes widened, amazed he’d actually said something to you. 

“So long as you’re there to catch me, I don’t mind falling for you” you murmured back, suddenly shy under his gaze.

You offered to buy him a drink as thanks for his continued efforts of stopping you from face planting the ground, and with a little coaxing Curtis began to open up. It continued from there, with him asking you to dinner. You suggested a picnic as an alternative, having gathered from various townsfolk that Curtis didn’t enjoy being around people.

Curtis agreed and had driven you to a spot near his cabin that was peaceful and secluded. After a gentle bit of prying, Curtis began to tell you about the work he was doing on his cabin and about enjoying the peace of a small town. Once the picnic had been packed up he drove you home and sadly turned off the engine of his truck, he had enjoyed being with you and didn’t want it to end. “I had a nice time” he mumbled and scolded himself immediately at his poor word choice. Shaking his head, he looked to see you lean in before placing a light kiss on his cheek. Before you could pull too far back Curtis’ hand framed your face, eyes darting from yours to your mouth and back again and dipped his head. His warm chapped lips pressed to yours hesitantly as he felt you relax into him before breaking the kiss. When his eyes opened there was an awestruck look on your face.

”What?”

"I never realized how nice your smile is". Eyes sparkling with little crinkles around the edges, cheeks lifted with a small hint of a smile - it was a complete contrast to his surly demeanour. Curtis flushed, rolling his eyes and grumbling bashfully before your hands cupped his jaw, thumbs tracing over the corners of his mouth. “Curtis… I mean it. You should smile more often”.

And so he did. At least with you. He’d asked you to be his girlfriend after the next date. It had been a few months now since that first date. He was still constantly amazed at how you maintained your positive outlook despite the numerous non-stop mishaps you endured - tripping over thin air, falling upstairs, bumping into every sharp corner possible, cutting or burning your fingers while cooking -  but the protective side of him was irritated that you were constantly having these misfortunes and there was nothing he could do about it. Whenever he grumbled about your injuries, you’d boop his nose and deliver one of your lines.

”If I was a superhero, my power would be unintended collateral damage”.

”I’ve got a frequent visitor card for the hospital. Doc said every tenth visit is free”.

When he saw movement in the window reflection, he knew you were behind him. With a deep sigh he turned to confirm his refusal but the words died on his tongue at the pout you were giving him. It was rarely used, only appearing when you truly wanted something. “Sugar…”

”Please?” You shuffled closer, winding your arms around his neck. “It’ll be fun, I promise”.

Curtis could never say no when you asked, and especially with big puppy eyes and trembling lips. Which was how he found himself carving pumpkins with you and attending a festival a few days later to view all the entries. He could feel the stares and whispers of the townsfolk. It was no secret that you two were an item, neither of you had denied it. But sightings of the two of you were rare, mainly because both of you knew this would be the reaction and Curtis’ comfort was always your first concern. So instead of eating in town, you’d pick up the food and eat at your place or Curtis’.

As you both viewed the other pumpkins, you swelled with pride and joy at Curtis not only participating in the carving but joining your outing. You knew this was outside of his comfort zone but you had attended the competition for the past few years and wanted to participate this year, also hoping to have someone share it with you. You snapped a picture of Curtis’ Jack Skellington and your owl, wincing slightly when you saw a faint red smear on the side. Of course, you had somehow sliced your hand whilst carving and Curtis had reacted in typical fashion. “Seriously, again?” he’d grumbled before cleaning and covering the cut with a dressing before kissing your hand. “Spilling blood and you’re more worried about the damn pumpkin”. 

After walking around you sat in Curtis’ lap at a picnic table sipping alcoholic apple cider. You were on your second helping, feeling a little tipsy as you didn’t drink very often. But sitting in your boyfriend's lap surrounded by his warmth and smell of cedarwood, you felt protected. Only a few people had been brave enough to speak with you, daring to face Curtis’ scowl as he held you tightly and grunting in response if greeted. When the sounds of giggles reached his ears, he nuzzled into your neck. “Something funny, sugar?”

”People think you’re this grumpy guy, all rough and rugged and… scary” you growled the last bit, trying to pull a scary face that made Curtis chuckle. “But you’re soft with me, always be gentle with my bruises”. Curtis hummed in agreement before your next words caught him off guard. “Wouldn’t mind getting some bruises from you for a change. I think you’re sexy when you’re grumpy. Strong and rough…” you giggled again, naughty thoughts swirling around your brain which caused you to squirm slightly on Curtis’ lap.

He muffled a groan as you unknowingly moved against his hardening cock. Not wanting to lose control and take advantage of you in public, he lifted you off his lap and smiled as you whined in complaint. “I’ll be right back, sugar”. He walked off, both to dispose of the empty cups but also to give him a few moments to control his desire to pin you against a tree and have his way with you.

You watched him stride away, his figure cutting through the crowds easily. Standing, you moved to stretch and winced as someone barged into you. 

“Whoops, sorry darlin’”. Offering a small smile, you tried to wave it off and head back to your table when the stranger caught your hand. “Where you rushing off to there, huh? C’mon honey, why don’t cha stick around?” He unintentionally squeezed your cut and a small yelp escaped you. “Aw, think you need a kiss to make it better”. 

Suddenly your arm was yanked from his grip and you were pulled back into an embrace you knew all too well. “She’s with me”. Curtis’ chest rumbled as he growled at the stranger. You weren’t sure if it was the words, the tone or if the stranger recognised Curtis but you didn’t remotely care. You looked up at him, caught between his iron grip and the glare that remained as he looked down at you. Without a word Curtis steered you out of the festival and toward your place which was a few minutes away. Although you knew Curtis wouldn’t hurt you, it was concerning that he hadn’t said anything to you or that his anger hadn’t faded. He’d never been like this with you before.

Beside you, Curtis was a riot of emotions. He’d barely reached a garbage can, able to get rid of the cups but not calm his imagination following your tipsy confession. Curtis always tried to be gentle with you, knowing he was bigger and stronger than you plus with your predisposition for getting injured he erred on the side of caution. Hearing his sweet little klutz say that you wanted him to be rough, that you didn’t mind him marking you set both his heart and mind racing. But your sound of pain interrupted his thoughts, concern surging through him chased by anger when he saw someone daring to touch his girl - to hurt the light in his life. Curtis rushed back to you, pulling you free and into his arms before warning the other man in a few short words. He refused to look away until the stranger melted into the crowd. When he looked at you his heart pounded furiously, feeling you soft and pliant against him. Silently, Curtis urged you to follow him. He needed to get you home, needed to check on you first before he lost all rational thought.

Hastily unlocking your door Curtis led you inside, pulling you close before closing and locking the door. Taking your injured hand, he thoroughly checked it before pressing a kiss over the irritated skin. “I want you, sweet girl. If I’m too rough, you tell me to stop and I will. Do you understand?” You nodded. “No sugar, I need to hear you say it”.

“I understand. I want you too, Curtis”. 

Curtis kissed you with a growl and pushed you against the door, one hand cushioning the back of your head as the other snaked around your back to hold you tightly. Blindly one of your hands moved to grip his coat as the other moved to his head, tugging his black beanie off and relishing the softness of his cropped dark hair before gently running your nails along his scalp. Groaning deeply Curtis’ mouth moved down your neck, his soft beard leaving a delicious tingle along the smooth flesh as he nipped and sucked. His hands lowered, cupping the globes of your behind and squeezing firmly. “You have no idea what you're doing to me". The words were whispered but you heard clearly. Bristling with barely restrained desire Curtis was a sight before you - ocean blue eyes dark and wild with lust, pink lips swollen from kissing. His big strong body sandwiched you to the door, not an inch between you. Jerking his hips, you gasped at the clothed erection nudging your core. Desperate to touch him, you rushed to release him from his constraints. Curtis let loose a soft moan as his cock was freed. Keeping your gaze locked with his you undid the button of your jeans and slid your uninjured hand through your folds, coating it in your arousal before wrapping it around Curtis’ thick hard flesh. “Fuck sugar…”. Not wanting to neglect you, his fingers slid carefully into your soaking centre and pumped at a steady rhythm. He needed you to cum, to be soft and ready for him. His forehead pressed to yours, eyes hungrily roving your face and breaths mingling as you pleasured each other. “Yes baby, just like that. Gonna take you hard and fast, make you come on my cock”. Whimpering you bucked against his hand, your hand jerked quickly which had him grinding eagerly into your touch. “You want that, sweet girl? Want me to fuck you hard?” Encouraged by your nodding, he sped up the rhythm of his fingers. “Need you to cum first. Cum all over my fingers, and I’ll fuck you so good”. His dark promise rang in your ears as the white heat suddenly burst through your body. 

As you slowly came down from your high you saw Curtis sucking his fingers clean before stripping, almost ripping his clothes off before kneeling to remove your shoes, socks, jeans and underwear. As he did you quickly shed your jacket, shirt and bra. Completely bare to each other you took a moment to look at Curtis. Strong arms, a built chest with a smattering of dark hair that trailed down to his cock and thick thighs. He truly was a sight, especially with the dark gleam in his eyes you’d never seen before. “Need you baby”. The words barely left your mouth before he was on you, hands once again squeezing your ass before lifting you up. As your legs wrapped around his waist his hand reached for his throbbing member, swiping through the slick pooling from your entrance. With a sharp thrust he was buried to the hilt within you before pounding into you with deep rapid thrusts, guiding you to meet every move. “Baby…” 

Your mewl and your desperate grip on him only fuelled the feral need to take you, to mark you and affirm you were his. Lost in his primitive drive, Curtis snarled as his hips snapped against you. “Mine. All mine”. His thick head rubbed inside you, another spark of pleasure starting to burn deep within you. “That's it sugar, cum for me” you bounced on Curtis‘ cock, head thrown back as he kept moving to prolong your pleasure. Head resting on his shoulder it took you a moment to recognise the jostling wasn’t him still fucking you, he was moving to your bedroom. He placed you on the bed, caging you. His hand gripped your wrists firmly, mindful of your injured hand. The other raised your legs higher so he could sink deeper into you and began his punishing rhythm again. Your hips met his, bodies becoming slick with sweat. 

When your third crest of pleasure started to rise, you shook your head. “Curtis I can’t”. 

"Just one more, I promise." Curtis ground against you, circling his hips. “Just. One. Fucking. More”. Each word was punctuated by a thrust. “Sugar… I’m gonna… fuck, need you to cum now baby. For me. Only me”. 

You wailed as the band snapped and sent you spiralling, Curtis roaring his own release and holding you tightly. Shivers wracked his body as he tenderly pulled out carefully and smiled softly as he felt you clench, trying to hold onto him despite being overstimulated. His smile froze as he saw the marks on your neck from where he had feasted and faint bruises where he gripped you tightly. Your hand caught his chin, and his breath caught at the sight of you beneath him, hair fanned out on the pillow, eyes sparkling with love, body flushed from desire. “It’s ok baby” you murmured. “I wanted you to be rough with me, to mark me. Or did you not mean it when you said I’m yours?” Though the tone was teasing, he heard a slight note of worry. 

Shaking his head, he lips ghosted up over the marks on your neck before finding your lips. “Oh sugar… you really don’t know what you’ve done to me, what you mean to me do you?” Gently he rolled so you were side by side, tucked against him. “You’re the best thing in my life. My light, my sweet girl. And to see somebody else touch you, hurt you… I won’t let that happen baby. I want to protect you, to keep you safe”. 

Humming, you nuzzled against his chest and heard the steady beat of his heart. The sound lulled you to sleep. “My grumpy guy” you laughed softly. 

Curtis knew he couldn’t always stop you from falling, only swearing that he would be there to catch you, to take care of you and protect you from the rest of the world. His sweet klutz.

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Ik the summer sleepover is long gone 🥲 But i got hit with Matt Murdock feels and I saw the angst prompt list. Feel free to ignore this!!!!!

So this is for my fave catholic hoe 🫠

"You have to let go." - Y/N's already dead and he keeps hallucinating that she's still there

or

"I give up. You won." - Y/N breaks up with Matt because he always keeps her at arms length but it reaches breaking point when Elektra comes back

Chose wisely 😭💖

I could never ignore anything you send me, my dear friend ♥️ I hope you like what I did. I went with the first one BUT your second prompt reminded me of a Matt fic I wrote awhile back called Unsung Hero, so if you’re feeling ambitious, I’ll leave it linked HERE.

Thank you for always sending me things that pop into your brain, I love them ♥️

Letting Go

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F! Reader

Warnings: Death, dealing with grief

Word Count: 1.4K-ish

Summary: You’ve been gone for awhile yet Matt still feels you everywhere he goes, he swears you’re there with him but you’re not and in order to start processing his grief, he has to say goodbye

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

It hit him every time he walked into the apartment. It was here where he felt an overwhelming sense of your presence…only you weren’t there, you had been dead for 8 months now.

Reminders of you were scattered all over the apartment like stray pairs of earrings on the nightstand, a bottle of your favorite perfume, or the blanket you used to when you were quietly reading on the couch.

Not having his sight, Matt was never exactly sure what you looked like. He only had the pictures in his mind. Based on the description you had given him, he knew your eye color, your hair color, and the tone of your skin but he remembered the softness in your voice, the curves and hollows of your body, and the sound of your heartbeat as you slept soundly next to him.

Matt could never see your smile but he knew when you were smiling. He felt it tug on his heart as it stretched across your face when he did something to make you laugh or when he called you “sweetheart” but it also crushed him to taste the salt in the air if you had been crying.

He loved the smell of fresh flowers you would bring home every Friday for your date night at home but you always bought ones that didn’t have a strong scent because you didn’t want it to be too overwhelming for him. He loved how considerate you were, worrying about overloading his senses, like if the music was too loud or if cleaning products were too strongly scented.

Matt’s only wish was that he could have kept you safe, he wished he could have protected you, and more than anything he wished he wasn’t the first one to hear your heart stop beating.

Everywhere he went, he felt you with him, and he swore you were there. When Matt stopped for his morning coffee or Thai food, he had to stop himself from ordering your usual. He just couldn’t believe you were gone. You were dead and never coming back.

The guilt ate at him every day. Matt blamed himself and his nights as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen suffered because of it. “What’s the point in doing this if I couldn’t save the one person I loved the most?” He had asked himself after a particularly bad night.

Talking to Father Lantom helped but not as much as he hoped it would. Matt wanted answers that Father Lantom didn’t have. He would just tell him that “God had his reasons.” And Matt just thought he was being punished in every way possible. It was the typical Catholic guilt.

“I know you don’t wanna hear it but you know exactly what I would do, Red. I’d make sure they’d never get back up again.” Frank had said.

By asking Frank for advice, you knew Matt’s desperation was apparent as he had seriously contemplated taking their life. He knew it wouldn’t bring you back but maybe it would make him feel better knowing he avenged your death.

Maybe the hallucinations would stop, maybe he would stop hearing your voice in his head, and just maybe it would stop him from reaching for you as he was trying to fall asleep at night. The scum of Hell’s Kitchen felt his wrath every night and with every punch he landed, with every drop of blood that was spilled, he had hoped he would start to feel better but he didn’t.

And what about the tortured and unspeakable dreams where he would have to hear you cry out in pain over and over again. The heartbreak Matt felt left him miserable enough to be vulnerable whether he was awake or asleep.

At least when he was awake, he could throw himself into his work, talk to Foggy and Karen, and you would be far away from his mind. It was the alone time that left him confused, angry, and ashamed. Those feelings infiltrated his body where his heart was scorched and irregular with spasms.

“I still feel her here, Foggy! I can still smell her perfume, feel her smile against my lips, and hear her laugh. I swear she’s still here!” Said Matt, emphatically.

“But she’s not Matt, she’s gone.” Foggy had said.

You knew all of this was true because you were stuck in between worlds, you could see him. And like an angel on his shoulder you were there with him, protecting him as he was protecting his city.

As he sat perched on the rooftops of Hell’s Kitchen, you would reach for him, gently brushing his shoulder, and you were positive that he could tell you were there by the way his head would tilt to the side. You knew you couldn’t stay with him forever, but long enough to be able to tell him goodbye and that you were alright.

With his cheeks flushed with rage and his mouth twisted in anger, Matt left the office and headed for home even though that’s where he felt your presence the most.

He decided not to go out that night but instead he set aside the random belongings that you had left behind, held them in between his fingers, and gently inhaled the scent of your perfume one last time.

“You’re here with me now, aren’t you angel. I know you are; I’m not crazy like Foggy thinks I am.” Said Matt.

You’d give anything to be able to touch him again, to feel his days-old stubble against your cheek, or run your fingers through his soft brown hair.

You weren’t sure what you were feeling but knew you didn’t have much time so you moved in close to look at him one more time.

Matt was so handsome. You were going to miss his hazel colored eyes with the little flecks of gold like autumn leaves, the dimple on his cheek when he smiled, his soft full lips against yours, and the low gravelly tone of his voice. It always sounded so calm and soothing to you except on the night you died.

His screams could probably be heard for blocks in every direction but he was the last thing you saw before your world went dark and you were suddenly looking down at your body while Matt tried and then the paramedics tried to revive you.

After your funeral, Matt stayed after everyone else had left and apologized profusely for not being able to save you. Matt had to let you go but he told himself that burden of guilt rested on his shoulders. Although, you knew it wasn’t his fault.

You knew he couldn’t hear you but you replied anyway.

“I’m here, Matty, but I have a feeling not for much longer.” You said, trying to touch his hand but it just passed straight through and maybe you willed him to hear you as you spoke again. “You have to let go.”

You sensed he was ready to say goodbye which pained you more than that mugger’s lethal stab wound ever could.

“I don’t want to but I have to let you go, sweetheart.” Matt said as his eyes shined with unshed tears. “I’ll always love you, y/n.”

If you were capable of crying, you would have.

“I’ll always love you too, Matt.” You said with a warm smile and “touching” his face.

He closed his eyes and let out a long exhale just as you swept your hand across his cheek, almost as if he could feel your touches.

A slight smirk stretched across his lips as he said, “You’re trying to tell me you’re ok, aren’t you.”

Your hand ghosted against his other cheek and he smiled again.

“I’m ok, Matty. It’s alright, you can let go now.” You said.

The light at your back was calling to you. It was time to go. Although you didn’t know where you were being called to, you wished with all your heart that Matt would be alright and deep down, you knew he would be.

As you turned to walk away, you gazed at Matt one last time, committing to memory what he was wearing, the look on his face, and any other small things you never wanted to forget about him.

You loved the way he adjusts his glasses, rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up, the way he puts his suit on in the morning, or anytime he kissed you and told you he loved you.

You wondered if he had little things about you he committed to his memory, and if he did, what were they? It made you sad that you’ll never know what they could be but you hoped that Matt Murdock would never ever forget you.

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The Way Things Go

Aegon Targaryen x Nanny Reader | Series Masterlist

word count: 4.9k

warnings: mentions of neglect, abandonment, family issues, alcohol, smutty mc smut at the end for all you hoes.

thank you as always to my amazing bestie @arcielee for beta reading and improving this, I love you endlessly.

Aegon’s life had been easy, doing what he wanted, when he wanted. 

He’d learnt to numb his feelings from a young age, drowning his thoughts and emotions in wine, spirits and drugs. 

Parties were Aegon's happy place, his sanctuary. Girls, drugs and booze all day and night. That was his life.

Or it was, until the 11th September three years ago. The day his daughter came into his life.

Alicent, although confused, shocked, and angry, was overjoyed to find the little bundle of joy abandoned at her doorstep with only a note.

“She's yours, Aegon, look after her, I can’t anymore. Her name is Athena.”

Predictably, Aegon had no idea who the mother was.

“Athena,” Alicent whimpered as a mixture of love, pain, and bewilderment settled in her stomach as she held the bundle in her arms.

“Fuck,” Aegon mumbled, unable to even look at her, his heart beating out of his chest, he felt like the world was closing in on him all at once.

Before Alicent could say another word, Aegon ran.

It took seven full days for Aegon to return; his crumpled form was found laying on doorstep by his younger brother Aemond.

“C’mon,” was all Aemond spoke before lifting his older brother to his feet. Aegon said nothing.

“C’mon,” was all Aemond spoke, his long frame leaned over to lift his older brother to his feet. Aegon said nothing. 

He brought him back and Aegon slept for hours, waking to the soft sounds of laughter in the room next to him. There was a tiny giggle, something unexpected that caused a flutter in his chest. He instead ignored it, moving to the bathroom instead.

Aegon washed away the remnants of his binge and dressed in cleaned clothes before his curiosity peaked, and he made his way to the room.

He was nervous, rooted at the door frame, peeking through. Helaena, Aemond, and his mother sat around in a circle on the plush carpet, enraptured by the little person crawling between them. She was still unsteady, showing that she’d barely learned to crawl. 

Aegon watched, silent. It was undeniable this was his daughter from the curve of her face and the beauty mark on her chin, to her wide eyes that took in everything and toothless grin when she saw him standing. She was pure and at the same time, untouched by his blood with her dark curls and eyes, something that was intimately his and still far apart from his father’s bloodline. 

“Aegon,” Helaena whispered so as not to startle him; he looked at her warily. “Come here,” she grinned, motioning with her hands. 

He awkwardly entered, unsure where to go until space was created for him to sit down, his gaze never leaving his daughter’s dark curls. She looked at him, a newfound curiosity by the new someone in the room, and she smiled, crawling with ambition towards him and throwing herself into his arms. 

Aegon felt his heart stop. 

“I think she knows who you are,” Alicent smiled, her eyes glassy. 

It took Aegon a year to get on his feet, immediately taking a job at his fathers company to ensure he could provide for both himself and his daughter. 

Upon his mother's insistence, they stayed at the manor. Alicent was happy to have them around; she felt proud of her first grandchild, not caring about the circumstances of where she came from, but instead relished in watching her grow, and seeing how Aegon was becoming into fatherhood.

After another year, Aegon had made enough to rent his own place, knowing his mother needed some well deserved time to herself. He chose a penthouse apartment in the city, closer to the office but near the parks that his daughter adored. 

He made sure to spend as much time with her as he could, but without Alicent’s help, he began to struggle. 

“Aegon, let me hire you a nanny,” his mother insisted. 

“No, I can do this, it’s fine,” he replied. He knew she was right, but admitting the harsh truth felt like failure. He’d made many mistakes in his life, his daughter's life, and happiness would not be one of them.

Aegon eventually agreed to the idea and it was another week of his mother and sister interviewing candidates before they could mutually agree on one. The list was simple enough: someone who would watch over Athena during the day while Aegon worked, between the hours of 8am each morning until 5pm each evening, Monday through Friday.  

You were terrified of the interview process, intimidated by the large apartment you entered. Alicent, the grandmother, and Helaena, who you initially believed to be the mother, seemed welcoming enough, with soft glances exchanged between as you shared about your experience raising your three younger siblings.  You were then introduced to Athena, who offered a toothy grin and took to you instantly, and while you played with her, her giggles and chatter began to fill your soul.

Helena, who you assumed was the child’s mother, introduced you to Athena, who took to you instantly. 

You played with her for half an hour, hearing her giggle and chatter filled your soul. By the time you left you were desperate for the position.

Within two days, you’d received confirmation that you’d got the job, jumping around your small apartment with excitement. 

For the first few months, you didn’t meet Athena’s father. Only speaking to Alicent, her grandmother, and Helena, who you’d learned was her aunt.The first couple of years, Alicent assisted with looking after Athena, wanting to make the most of her time with her young grandchild as well as the woman hired to watch over her. During this time, you had met Aegon once, maybe twice, but always in passing, not exchanging more than a few words at most.

When 5pm came around, once more as you cleared Athena’s dinner and prepared for the handover. Upon hearing the front door open, you looked up, only to be greeted with a tall, blonde haired man you’d never seen before. “Hi, can I help you?” You asked nervously, wondering how he’d got in the apartment with its strict security.

“Oh Y/N hi, I’m Aegon, Athena’s father,” he smiled and extended his arm to shake your hand. Upon hearing his name your face turned red, embarrassed that you’d not recognised your boss. 

“Oh, Aegon, I’m so sorry, nice to see you again,” you mumbled in response, shaking his hand gently, embarrassed that you’d managed to forget what your boss looked like. 

Since that awkward encounter, you’d tried to avoid Aegon, embarrassment filled your system every time you saw him.

However, much to your annoyance Aegon had begun working from home. He’d often have lunch with Athena, leaving you to make awkward small talk as you made and tidied away each meal. Aegon noticed how uncomfortable you seemed. 

“I’m sorry for changing your routine,” he spoke quietly, helping you dry up the plates you’d just washed.

“Don’t worry about it, she clearly enjoys having you around more,” you smile looking back at little Athena playing with her toys at the table. 

A moment of sadness passes over Aegon’s face with her words, realising what they implied. 

“No, sorry, that’s not what I meant,” you looked down, cursing yourself, Athena oblivious to the whole conversation.

“I know,” Aegon sighed and half smiled, “I do as much as I can, but someone’s still got to pay for this place,” he joked, coming back to his usual self once more.

It didn’t take long for Aegon to make his way back into his study, shutting the world out for another few hours while he worked.

The next week, you woke up to several missed calls from Aegon; immediately you called him back, heart pattering frantically in your chest, your brain filled with all the terrible things that could’ve happened in one night away. 

“Aegon–“ you spoke, panicked.

“Y/N, sorry to ring you so early but I don’t think you should come today, Athena and I are sick,” he mumbled breathlessly.

You enjoyed a moment of relief before you replied, insisting that you were coming anyway and that Athena and Aegon needed adequate care. From Aegon's voice you could tell he wasn’t in a fit state to care for himself, let alone a toddler, so you made your way over to his apartment, ignoring his pleas for you to stay away.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be here,” Aegon grumbled without looking at you from his place on the sofa. You’d let yourself in so he wouldn’t have to get up.

They were laying on the large L shaped sofa, Athena laying with her head on Aegon's chest. You walked over and placed your hand on her forehead as she slept. “She’s burning up,” you commented worriedly.

“I know, her temperature has been 40 degrees since last night, barely slept, bless her,” Aegon looked down anxiously, stroking his daughter's hair.

“You should’ve called me back, I could’ve helped,” you spoke softly, taking the abandoned water glasses and making your way to the kitchen. Aegon just shook his head, you were too kind for your own good.

Despite the awkward introduction, you had grown accustomed to him working from home. You appreciated the presence of an adult and looked forward to the shared lunches, growing more comfortable around Aegon and sharing about your lives; you learned quickly that he was easy to talk with.

You grabbed more water and began making a hot lemon tea for his throat. As the kettle boiled, you grabbed a cold flannel for Athena to reduce her temperature. 

“You should get some sleep. I’m here, I’ll watch her,” you spoke reassuringly to Aegon as you handed him the cup of warm liquid. 

You watched him pause, reluctant to leave his daughter alone when she needed him. “You can’t look after her while you’re in his state,” you commended, gesturing to his red nose and dark eyes. Aegon nodded, attempting a smile of gratitude before standing up, moving Athena off his lap gently. 

“Thank you, I’ll only be an hour,” he relented as he made his way back to his bedroom. You couldn’t help but admire how cute he looked in his plaid pyjama pants and t-shirt.

Aegon's sleepy head resurfaced much more than an hour later, feeling slightly better than he had that morning. He found Athena snuggled up on your lap, asleep once more, cold and flu medicine sitting next to the pair of you on the side table. 

As Aegon moved closer, he noticed how pale you’d become. He mentally cursed himself for letting you come over. 

“You alright?” He asked as you turned to look at him.

“Yeah, she woke up for a bit and we watched cartoons. I managed to get her to eat something, now she’s sleeping again.” You tried not to wince as you felt pain in your throat, not wanting Aegon to know you were likely coming down with the same illness.

“Let me take over,” Aegon spoke as he sat down next to the pair, pressing the back of his hand over his daughter's forehead to check her temperature. 

“No, you’re sick, you need to focus on you getting better,” you protest immediately. 

“Y/N,” he spoke firmly in response, “I can tell you’re feeling just as bad.”

“I’m fine Aegon, this is my job,” you deflect, not meaning to have such an annoyed tone with your boss.

“Then let’s at least do it together, and if you feel any worse, let me know and I’ll call you an Uber,” he conceded.

Within the hour, all three of you were asleep on the couch. 

Aegon woke up not much later to you having a coughing fit. He immediately moved his daughter gently to the other side of the couch and began patting your back; his yes frantically searching for the glass of water he’d brought over earlier. 

After a few moments you finally stopped, breathing heavily and feeling light headed. “Thanks,” you wheezed, sipping the water slowly. “What time is it?” 

“It’s almost 8 in the evening,” Aegon replied. He really didn’t want you to leave tonight, especially not in this state. He couldn’t stop the guilt in his chest feeling like this whole situation was his fault. 

Before you could reply, a heavy dizziness fell over you and you’d realise you hadn’t eaten since breakfast. You had been too busy focusing on Athena and Aegon, and your appetite had disappeared once you started to feel unwell.

“Aeg-“ you mumbled, your vision completely blurred now as you began to feel sick. 

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Aegon asked in a panic, kneeling in front of you. 

“Daddy what’s wrong with Y/N, she looks funny,” Athena spoke in a tiny, worried voice. 

You were barely responding, slumped on the couch. Aegon did his best not to show his panicked face to Athena.

“Y/N’s just really tired, why don’t we let her have a sleepover?” Aegon lifted you up gently as you rested your arm over his shoulders.

“Can you walk?” He whispered, you nodded weakly.

Aegon took you to his bedroom, placing you gently onto the bed as you laid there, face as pale as the walls that surrounded you.

“I’m gonna make you some toast, I’ll be back” Aegon spoke hurriedly after getting you comfortable. You nodded vaguely in response.

“Athena, can you get yourself into bed while Daddy makes Y/N some food. I think she’s come down with our cold,” he spoke to his daughter who nodded. She seemed to have much more energy after sleeping all day. 

Aegon arrived back into your room holding a cup of tea and plain toast. He sat in front of you as you leant towards him, the dizziness taking over once more.

“Hey, try eating this,” he spoke softly as he held the toast up to your mouth, noticing you could barely move your arms to do it yourself.

You managed a few bites and started to feel more human again. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I’m meant to be the one helping you.”

“Well we’re friends aren’t we?” Aegon spoke smiling.

His words caused your heart to flutter, your cheeks tinting red.

“Oh, you’ve got some colour back, that’s good,” he commented, not realising it was him making you blush. “You’re not going home tonight, you can stay here and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

As much as you tried to protest, Aegon was having none of it, and eventually, you relented.

It had been a few days since you’d stayed at Aegon’s; Athena was full of joy to find you still there at breakfast the next morning. You emerged in the t-shirt and joggers Aegon had given you, still feeling exhausted.

Aegon called you and Uber and instructed you to rest for a couple of days and for once you listened. 

Friday evenings in the Targaryen household always consisted of a large family dinner. It was Alicent’s tradition she’d created as soon as her first child flew the nest. 

“Grandmother!” Athena shouted, running into Alicent’s arms as soon as she entered the manor. 

“My darling, how are you?” She smiled warmly and hugged her grandchild.

After a few pleasantries and catch ups, the family sat around the large dining table, the servants plating up their dishes as the family chatter filled the room.

Athena insisted on sitting next to her grandmother, loving the adoring attention she gave. “How has your week been my sweet?” she asked softly, placing the napkin on the small child's lap.

“We were poorly but Daddy and I are much better now, so is Y/N,” Athena spoke while playing with her cutlery.

“Oh, your father didn’t mention Y/N was unwell too,” Alicent replied, confused.

“Yes, it was good though because Daddy looked after her and we had a sleepover,” Athena giggled.

“Really? That must have been fun, was Y/N looking after you in your room?” Alicent questioned, as Aegon caught on to what they were discussing.

“No Y/N slept in Daddy’s room–” Athena continued before Aegon promptly interrupted.

“I slept on the couch, she was sick, she couldn’t get home,” he hurriedly confirmed with rosy cheeks.

“I’m glad you looked after her, Y/N is family now.” Alicent replied smiling knowingly. She’d always hoped something would blossom between the pair, having known Y/N for many years now she’d always secretly hoped she would become something more than Athena’s nanny one day. 

Aegon’s blush deepened, knowing his mother had caught him out as he glared at Athena. She giggled at her father’s expression; you could tell she was Aegon's daughter, always one for mischief.

“So, what's this I hear about Y/N staying over,” Aemond whispered next to Aegon, his smirk winding him up.

“Shut up, she was sick, I helped, end of,” Aegon muttered.

“Your face says otherwise, brother,” Aemond commented quietly.

“Fuck off,” Aegon whispered under his breath, careful not to let Athena, or worse, his mother, hear his language.

“Bye Grandmother!” Athena shouted, running out onto the large driveway that was bathed in an orange sunset.

“Aegon, before you go,” Alicent spoke, placing her hand on her son's shoulder. “We’re having an event this weekend. I’d like Y/N to come, not for Athena, just as family.”

“Um, I’ll ask,” Aegon spoke, not making eye contact.

“I’ll know if you don’t,'' Alicent shouted as Aegon walked down the steps, trying to get away from his mother’s meddling as quickly as possible.

Friday night came around much quicker than Aegon had anticipated, and predictably, he had still neglected to ask Y/N to his mothers event. Part of him wanted her there, he always felt calmer with her around, and he knew how loathsome his mother’s parties could be, or ‘events’ as she called them.

He walked into the kitchen while you were making lunch for Athena, concentrating on cutting up some vegetables. Oh how he wished you’d never leave, that you were permanently here as his other half. He blushed at his own uncontrolled thoughts, shaking them out of his head. 

“Ahh,” you shrieked, turning around to see Aegon, throwing the freshly cut vegetables on the floor. “Aegon! You scared me!”

“Fuck, sorry!” he spoke, running around the kitchen island to help you pick up what you’d dropped. 

You suddenly found him close to you, his head looking around the floor frantically picking up bits of cucumber and carrot. When he looked up, his lips were inches from yours, so close you could feel his minty breath. You could help but flick your eyes to his lips as he did the same. You wanted him to kiss you there and then. 

“Sorry, it's my fault,” you mumbled, pulling yourself out of your thoughts and trying to hide your reddening face.

“No–” Aegon began before hearing the ringtone of his iPhone. He saw his mother’s name flash up on the screen, knowing it would be another call regarding the invitation.

“Do you need to get that?” you asked, looking at his frozen expression.

“No, uh, it's just about this event my mother has planned for tomorrow, she's asked if you would come.”

“Oh, of course, for Athena?” You question, it wasn’t uncommon for you to assist with looking after Aegon's daughter at family events, but you hadn’t been asked since she was a baby.

“No, actually, she wants you there as family,” Aegon spoke awkwardly.

You looked down and smiled; you’d always loved Alicent, after spending a lot of time with her when you’d first got the job you became close. “I’d love to, will you be going?” 

“Unfortunately, yes,” Aegon smiled jokingly.

“Oh come on, there will be endless champagne, what's not to love!” And you both giggled.

You’d agreed that the pair of you would share an Uber to the manor, not wanting to walk into the lion's den on your own. Although you loved Alicent, you knew their family friends were not always easy people to get along with, and often looked down on you for your job and lack of social status.

It had taken you hours to get ready, ensuring your makeup was perfect and dress seamless. You had to look perfect for a Targaryen event, and for Aegon. 

Athena ran up to you as you entered the apartment with your own key, her own grin making you smile. “Y/N you look beautiful! Daddy, come and look at how beautiful Y/N looks!” she shouted through the apartment. 

“Just a minute, angel,” he shouted back. Aegon had also been taking his time getting ready, he felt determined to show you he wasn’t just a workaholic single dad, he could have fun too. Upon thinking that, he then realised that's exactly what a single workaholic dad would say and spiralled into embarrassment once more.

He walked out of his bedroom in frustration, holding his tie at each end. “Wow,” he said without thinking, you looked perfect. 

You’d chosen to wear a long dark green dress with a slit going halfway up your thigh, your hair flowing down your shoulders with silver heels peeking out underneath.

“Not too bad yourself,” you laughed in response to his reaction, trying to prevent a blush forming on your cheeks and failing. “Need a hand?” you motioned to his tie.

“Please.”

You giggled and walked over to him, Athena bounding around beside the pair of you. “Can you hold this for me sweets?” you asked Athena, handing her your silver clutch bag. She nodded quickly in agreement, whispering something that sounded like ‘sparkly.’

“Thanks,” Aegon spoke, his mahogany vanilla cologne drawing you in, making you feel intoxicated by his presence. Fuck, you thought, how were you ever going to keep yourself together tonight when all you wanted to do was kiss his perfect lips.

“There you go,” you smiled as he stared into your eyes, looking as if he was about to lean in.

The door opened moments later, startling you both. “Just me!” Helena shouted, closing the door behind her.

Both of you jumped, quickly pulling away causing you to almost fall over Athena. 

“Remind me again why you got out of this and I didn’t,” Aegon asked his sister grumpily.

“Because I don’t skip half of the family dinners like you do Aegon,” Helena retorted, running over to Athena for a cuddle.

Athena smiled at her Aunt and hugged her back whispering, “Y/N looks really pretty.”

“She does, doesn’t she,” Helena whispered back, smiling. “Off you go, don’t want to keep mother waiting, and I think I passed your Uber on the way up.”

Aegon pouted like a child as you dragged him towards the door, both of you giggling as you walked down the stairs; Aegon offered to hold your hand to assist you with your incredibly high heels.

The pair of you walked into the entrance hall filled with people. Aegon immediately flagged down the nearest waiter and picked up two glasses of champagne. “We’ll need this.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, clinking glasses.

“I should thank your mother,” you spoke as Aegon sighed. “Then the pleasantries are done and we can get drunk,” you reasoned, making Aegon smile.

“Alicent!” You spoke as you spotted her with Aemond. 

“Y/N, you came! I was so worried Aegon wouldn’t invite you,” she beamed, making sure to glare at Aegon momentarily for inviting you at such late notice.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you smiled back, hugging her.

“I’ve missed you so much. We must have you over more, like the old days,” Alicent began waffling to you as Aegon looked more and more bored.

After twenty minutes of chatting, Aegon began to grumble. “What's the point in asking me to invite her mother if you’re going to keep her the whole time.”

“Oh hush Aegon, it's not attractive to be jealous,” Alicent remarked, causing Aegon to look down as he blushed.

“Looks like you need a top up anyway,” Aemond commented looking at your champagne glass, you gave him a grateful look. You enjoyed talking to Alicent, but if you were going to survive the night you really needed another drink.

“Lets go,” Aegon swooped in, placing his arm around your shoulder, taking you off to the bar.

“I know your game, mother,” Aemond commented, smirking. 

“I don't know what you mean” she smiled, watching as Aegon and Y/N walked away together.

By nine, Y/N and Aegon were ten glasses of champagne down and heavily tipsy. They’d left the party half an hour ago and escaped to the gardens, tired of old white men asking awkward questions.

“I’m really grateful for you, you know,” Aegon spoke, his thoughts spilling out of him in his alcohol induced state.

“I should be the grateful one, you gave me this job.”

“I couldn’t raise her without you,” he looked up into your eyes, placing a hand on your cheek.

You felt hot as his scent surrounded you, placing your hand on his leg. Your better judgement long gone as you both leaned in, your lips meeting in a long, passionate kiss.

Aegon bought his other hand up to your face and gently bit down on your lower lip, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you fought for dominance. You moaned gently causing his pants to tighten.

You pulled away, both grinning, “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he spoke, breathless.

“Me too.”

Aegon stood up, holding his hand out as he led you into the pool house.

It took all of about 5 seconds to have you up against the wall, his lips attacking yours once more as you both moaned heavily, the alcohol in your system only making you want each other more. 

His hand moved slowly down your body, between your legs, sliding his fingers over your centre. He slowly moved his head down, kissing delicately down to your breasts, snaking his hand behind your dress and unlacing the ribbons. 

You moved your hands into Aegon’s hair, moaning his name louder and louder as his own hand moved between your legs. His finger curled into you, gently moving in and out, and he growled against your skin when he felt the wetness of your centre.

He entered another finger, making you squirm a little, not used to the intense feeling. "Shhh, I'm just preparing you," he whispered into your ear, only turning you on more. Panting between each kiss, Aegon pulled away, your dress now falling off your shoulders and easy to pull off, focusing every moment on your pleasure. 

He knelt down between your legs and gently kissed each thigh. "Please," you begged breathlessly, knowing what he was about to do. 

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that love," he teased. 

"Please Aegon," you moaned, desperate for him to do something, to come undone on his tongue. He began to kitten lick your clit as you pushed yourself further up towards him, your arms barely able to hold you up on the table. 

"Someone's needy," he said, his cocky tone vibrating against you, making both of you moan, his face still buried in between your legs. 

Noticing you were getting close to your release, Aegon pulled himself away, moving himself up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his warm lips. 

He undid his own trousers, positioning himself, ready to take you, to feel all of you. He knew he should be gentle, but he didn't want to be. 

Aegon pushed himself into you, giving you a moment to adjust to his size before moving, grunting at the glorious feeling of your spongy walls taking him perfectly. "Fuck, so fucking tight," he moaned into your neck, kissing you roughly now, his animalistic desires taking over. 

You moaned into his ear, making him moan in return, he couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be deeper. He pushed you back into the hard wooden table, lifting one of your legs up towards your chest, gaining further access, panting and moaning.

His hand reached down between your legs getting you to your own high, "Aeg–” you moaned, the pressure of his rough thumb rubbing circles onto your clit and the feeling of him pulsing inside of you pushing you over the edge. 

"Fuck, I'm close," he moaned, kissing you, his tongue making its way into your mouth once more. After a few more strokes, he released himself inside of you, the feeling of you clenching around his length driving him crazy. 

Aegon looked up at you, your eyes heavy from your recent high, enjoying the visible pleasure he had just provided you. You both stayed in silence for a moment, panting, smiling. “That was–“ you began, “incredible” he finished the sentence for you. 

After regaining composure, you pulled your dress back on, looking slightly dishevelled. “Home?” Aegon asked as you nodded grinning in response.

Before you walked towards the house, Aegon sent a quick text. 

Shithead brother: Fancy looking after Athena for the night? 

Helena (Sister): I owe mother £20, ffs.

Shithead brother: I’ll take that as a yes.

“Hel’s with Athena for the night,” he said smiling.

“We can continue at my place,” you giggled as he took your hand in his.

The pair of you walked back into the manor receiving shocked looks from the guests. Your appearance giving away your recent activities. Aegon merely smirked and squeezed your hand tighter.

Alicent looked half embarrassed, half pleased, watching the pair of you walk out hand in hand, excited to finally have you as a daughter.

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[eternalpassions]

I need someone to write me a reverse harem or poly fic with all the basement boys being my boyfriends 😂

[bluemorningsoup]

Arcane and JayVik have me fucking apoplectic. (Arcane S2 spoilers below cut.)

At first I was like: oh, so they’re going to parallel Vi + Jinx somewhat, Science Bros instead of Violence Sis, brothers by choice rather than blood. But then there was what I call the Infidelity Sequence, in which Jayce’s love scene with Mel was juxtaposed against a dying Viktor in the most bizarre manner, like Jayce was cheating on Viktor—an absolute fucking choice—and other instances of Mel superimposed against Viktor.

So I thought: SURELY it can’t be a “bros before hoes” storyline in the year of Our Lord Faker 2024??? But then they gave us Sky “Fridged Woman” Young and Jayce said Viktor was like a brother to him, and I was like, WOW, they’re really giving us this storyline in this day and age; this should be illegal.

Then S2 Jayce started going on about how he realised his place was in the lab with Viktor. Which was like. Okay. I’m a scientist. Modern science is, in reality, a very lonely endeavour a lot of the time, even as it demands nearly all of your life. I, too, would kill to have someone who would do experiments alongside me, who would share every project and publication authorship with me. Don’t get me wrong: there are real-life scientists who do it together, but more often than not they can afford to do so because they’re fucking married to each other. So. I get it, but it did feel like Jayce was basically declaring he wanted Viktor as a life partner.

And then Act 3 Jayce and the animation doubled down on it. The shadows in the campfire morphing from Mel into Viktor. Jayce telling Mel that for some time, he had been confused about many things. He had finally decided on what he wanted and apparently it’s to get his “(lab???) partner” back. Man was consumed by it—had discarded all other ambitions and dreams and desires for this singular motivation, even as he blasted a hole in Viktor’s chest and declared his partner “died in this room”, driven by a logic the viewers weren’t initially privy to. Oh yeah, and there’s also the oddly erotic fight scene with an avatar of Viktor.

And then then the narrative tripled, quadrupled, fucking Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles-Neon Genesis Evangelion-Puella Magi Madoka Magica-ed on it. Who had been reading CLAMP in the writers’ room? Come the fuck out; I just want to talk. No, that’s not a shotgun in my hand; don’t worry about it. Transcendant Viktor choosing to stay by Jayce’s body after the end of everything. The storyboard placing the shot of Jayce kneeling face to face with his own corpse with Viktor’s voice line: “…fields of dreamless solitude.” Jayce deciding upon the singular defining desire of his life as wanting his partner back and promising to never let Viktor be alone. Jayce fulfilling that promise. Jayce drawing Viktor in even as his own body shook and trembled. Viktor’s gentle hand on Jayce’s arm. The forehead touch.

You sit there and watch as above ambitions, above desires, above suffering, above every other thing this universe has to offer—across all possibilities, across all timelines, two men choose one another.

And then the head writer of Arcane spoke about how they’re “just friends” and how “important” it is to portray platonic male relationship. My brother in Summoner’s Rift, as if any other emotional portrayal of male relationship in media is NOT about platonic male bonding. It’s fucking 2024, Faker won his 5th Worlds, and Jayce and Viktor are brothers who chose one another out of love, contrasting against Vi and Jinx who had to let go of one another out of love. BROS BEFORE HOES.

So I guess all I have to say is: Arcane JayVik are fucking awesome and they’ll leave you breathless like an ambiguous male-male relationship from a 2000 anime, but after all’s said and done, they’re from motherfucking League of motherfucking Legends.

[heartofjasmina]

Hi I really love your writing and the Katsuki x gardener!reader headcanons are so adorable! But I’m a total hoe for Blasty and gotta know how he goes about wooing the reader for their first raunchy night together, haha! Does it happen before they’re official? After? So curiousss

oooooohhhh I held onto this cause I wanted to do it right but I LOVE THIS ASK <3

::

It started with rain. You had always felt rainy days were as intimate as could be, days when you were supposed to curl up with the one you love and keep each other warm. So maybe you jumped the gun- but you were tired of waiting for Katsuki to work up the courage to make a move. You appreciated his respect of you, and that he wanted to do things in the right order and court you properly.

But you were going crazy. Watching him work in those tank tops that showed off his arms so perfectly, recognizing the hunger in his eyes any time you wore a sun dress. All the teasing that had occured between the two of you over the past couple of months had you masturbating twice if not three times a day just to get your desire for him out of your system.

So you left him a note on the front porch to find you in the back, and chose your most sheer nightgown before heading outside.

::

Katsuki found the note in your flowing handwriting and Artemis curled up in the window when he arrived. The door was unlocked so he let himself in and went to the garden- only to be frozen in his tracks.

You were dancing in the rain. In a white nightgown. That was soaked.

He could see your tits and your tiny waist, as well as your ass every time you spun around.

"Come dance with me!" You called out over the thunder and Katsuki thought, for a brief moment, that this must be destiny.

::

You were riding him, like a conquering Goddess who chose him as her worshipper. He was spread out on the soft grass and holding onto your hips for dear life. You had taken him in your mouth first, savoring your prize before climbing over his throbbing cock and taking him inside you.

"That's it, so perfect, feel so good-" he groaned knowing you could barely hear him over the storm, rain hitting your skin as you fucked with abandon. But he didn't care. He offered up everything to you, his words, his pleasure, his body.

It was only when you kissed him and murmured, "I love you," that he came in a blinding flash of white. The feeling of his cum filling you, finally, had you following shortly after and collapsing on his chest.

"I love you too." He murmured in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.

[deadpool15]

Sugarbaby vibes ✨️

I walked out of the fitting room wearing the shit Chanel set. Let's be honest I looked to fucking die for, but once I saw the price it looked mid. Of course I wanted it and speaking of price it's Chanel what did I expect. If anything I suggested, let's go thrifting, as you can tell I didn't grow up with money. I'm still trying to get used to living this life now, it's crazy hoe just last week I was struggling to afford a pack of fucking Ramen at the convenience store and now I live in a penthouse. Your girl did, in fact, come up in life. You all better be proud. All thanks to the one and only Bada Lee.

Bada is about 28, and I'm 22, so there is a slight age gap if you care about any of that. Shit I didn't. I just needed someone to pay my bills. How we met it quite an interesting story if you think about it, I mean, I didn't sign up for a sugar mama like on the weird ass movies or stories you see on Wattpad. I was, in fact, working as a waiter in this high-end restaurant with might I add a shitty pay. Why are we serving all this expensive ass shit and in only getting made a few bucks in an hour? It's giving slavery, and not mentions my boss who, like most men, convince himself within the 3 minutes of hiring me that I was destined to be his furtre wife and the mother of his children as he call it. If you wanted to know what crazy looks like, we'll Mr. Kim is a prime example.

But we are getting of topic. See, I don't wanna tell you about my overly obsessive ass boss. I wanna tell you about the women who turned my life around. Serving tables is absolute shit, especially when no matter how rich one is, they never tip. "Hey Blue, bossman says he needs you at table six." I turned around to my partner in crime, Leslie. I'm happy to see her until I realized what she said, "I'm on break, though, like all these people around here . Can't he bother someone else." She gave me a sad smile and shrugged, "no, you know he likes to watch you suffer, because he expects after a while you will give in and let him take you out on a date." I stare at her with disgust.

"Yea, never mind your you're right. I'll take my chances with the wolves again. I'm just get going. If he asks again, make sure to tell him I chose getting screamed and yelled at my rich elderly woman over acknowledging his existence. " I hurried and jog off before she could say anything, grabbing my notepad and pen out of my pocket I had towards table six. With the biggest fake smile on. The love I have for these customers is crazy.

I stand there saying my usual line in the most chipper voice one can muster, whiteout even looking at the person sitting down in front of me. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I'm blue and very happy to serve you tonight. So what can I get, you folks?" I hear someone speak before muttering something about how I'm pretty, then I finally gather the courage to look up and see a group of women. All dressed to perfection, clothes tailored just to fit their figure. Those majority of them look around my age or slightly older. After a moment of being caught in a daze while overanlyzing them, I turn to her the tallest one of the bun speak up. "I would like to have a water to drink and just some shrimp pasta."

I make eye contact with her and my God. This is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my life. It almost feels like i should have to pay a fee to look upon her face. My stare moves down to her lips and not e how nice and pump they are. I would kill to suck on those lips, to feel what they tasted like even. I realize I've just been staring at her while the rest of the women have spoken uo about their order already. "Oo, I'm s-so sorry." I state being an absolute nervous wreck while looking down at my notepad. I hope she didn't notice that. "It's fine, sweetheart," I heard the girl that was referred to ad Lusher somewhere in the conversation state to me. I hurry up and excuse myself to go get their orders. She keeps staring at me, bitting the inner part of her check. Eventually, they leave after a while, leaving a $200 tip for me. I almost couldn't believe it. This I'd the first time someone has ever given me that much money as a tip.

After a while, the girl continues to come to our little restaurant. Same table, same confidence aura and everything. She makes it seem as if she is trying to just get something to eat. We continue to see each other even after work. She would pop in on my breaks, and around the time, I would clock out. She was intimidating. I'll get her that. I spoke with class, and her vibe just let you know she had money. And it seemed she had her eyes on a certain girl. Me. Though, after beating around the bush, Bada told me exactly what she wanted. "I want to take care of you. You'll never have to worry about a single thing when you're with me. Or lift a finger. Give you the life you deserve, baby. I mean, you are a cute little waitress, but you can be so much more. Why waste your time when you have me. Just say the words, and I'll take care of you."

Some might've immediately said yes, and to be honest, I would've to. Until Bada told me there were rules. Which did kinda throw me off a bit. I mean, I thought I had the whole idea down until well, I realized I didn't. It wasn't just about the money it was the pleasure. How much would she give me, and fuck did she give me a lot. Well lived by only a few rules, but Bada took them very seriously.

Rule 1: Don't question anything

Rule 2: Don't talk back

Rule 3: Don't touch yourself

You should've seen the look on my face when I heard the third rule, I mean, at the bright age of 22, who the hell doesn't masturbate. Literally made no sense to me until she tried to explain it further. "I give you pleasure. I'm the only one who should be touching you. I'm general baby. You belong entirely to me. That's how this works. Therefore, you shouldn't be doing anything without my permission cupcake." After finally going over the terms, I agreed in the end. At the end of the day, I was a broke college student who desperately needed the money, and Bada just so happens to be the sexy older one willing to give it to me. In a sense, I was happy with my current predicament. My life was going well. Now, back to what I was saying earlier.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Sometimes, I forget that I can look this good. "Yea, ayye, get it, girl." In the process of hyping myself up, I finally hear a voice speak up from behind me, scaring the absolute shit out of me. "I'm glad you like it, baby. It does look good on you, I told you I have an eye for beautiful things. I mean, just look at my baby girl." She says while holding on to my waist, kissing my neck slowly. I smile for a while until I realize what she is doing. "Baby, we are in public, a fitting room at that. We aren't doing that here," I say, trying to be firm while avoiding her glaze in the mirror.

"What did I tell you about saying no to me, huh? Do you make the rules?" She forcefully grabbed my chin when she caught on to the act. She grabs my breast while still making eye contact with me in the mirror. "That's right, just stand right here, ok? Gonna be my good girl, right?" I stare at the door, thinking about the people outside that will hear us. While I'm thinking about them, Bada moved the hand that was holding me under my top, slowly circling my right nipple. "Gonna be good, right?" She asks again,she never has enough patience to ask again. It seems she is being nice today. I nod my head at her question this time.

"Word babygirl, I need to hear you. Let them hear you. Just stop all that thinking for me." I whimper at her words. Finally, forgetting about the staff in the store. She moves her hand down my body, teasing me with her pace. "P-please, I'll be g-good. Gonna be so good for you." She smirks, looking down at my face before moving her hand towards my soaked pussy. "Always so f-fucking good for me, aren't you? My precious little baby. Just needs to be filled, like always." I look into her eyes in the mirror about to answer her before she insert a finger into me, all while still playing with my breasts. She knows my body like the back of her hand. Doesn't even have to try to find the spot.

"Yea, right there, come on. I can't hear you, baby girl." I know exactly the game she is playing at, but I can only stand there moaning like a bitch in heat being held on my weak jelly-like legs as she adds two more fingers. While she grinds her hips into me, fuck those bloody dancers and there hips. "Y-yes y-yes... shit o fuck right there". She just smiles at my reactions. Assuming to her if anything. "Were gonna buy this little outfit, then I'm gonna by 28 fucking more just to fuck the shit out of you in them. And you gonna let me, aren't you?. Gonna take it like a good girl who just needs her holes filled, right?" I shake my head, screaming yes over and over again while nodding profusely. Seems that's the only word my brain can come up with as she starts to suck down on my neck leaving marks while circling my clit with her thumbs. And she still continues to thrust those same three fingers in and out of me ob command.

"Fucked you dumb, aww that's adorable baby. But we just started, " She says while smirking, and I stare at her in a mix of fear and pleasure. "Now open those legs wider for me, baby girl."

[thefallennightmare]

Can I request a Noah Sebastian head cannon please?

This is about the reader about to get married to someone else, but has been desperately in love with Noah and wishes for nothing more than for him to finally confess his feelings because she knows he loves her, but he won’t do anything because he truly believes that she is happy with her relationship and doesn’t want to ruin it .

He pays her a visit in her dressing room before she walks down the aisle your choice if he confesses his feelings and if they decide to run away together or not 

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This was so wrong.

Every part of this.

Your makeup.

Your hair.

The dress.

The groom.

This wasn't where you were supposed to be.

Your life was different six months ago. But now, you stared at a shell of someone you used to know.

Your last relationship broke you, and you couldn't stop the fast pace of this new one.

It was only supposed to be a fling to get over Noah but now you stood in a wedding dress about to walk down the aisle towards a man you didn't love.

However the man you did love didn't feel the same.

He made that clear when he chose life on the road over you.

You wanted to be upset but when you saw how successful he became, you couldn't.

Noah deserved it. He deserved everything good that came into his life.

You just wished you were a part of it.

You took a large breath, holding it in for a few seconds before letting it out slowly. It was now or never.

Preferably, you wanted it to be never.

"Angel?"

Your eyes snapped up to the mirror in front of you, seeing Noah's reflection in it.

His eyes looked bloodshot like he'd been crying. And the dark circles under them gave way he hadn't been sleeping.

"Noah," you breathed while turning around to face him. "What are you doing here?"

His hands shook at his sides and the black shirt and shorts combo was wrinkled.

Almost all of his tattoos were on display and you couldn't help but think about how they tasted when you ran your tongue over them.

"You can't get married."

Your gaze locked with his. "What?"

"When Jolly told me you were getting married today, it felt like my world dropped. My heart ached for the love that I let get away. I should have fought harder for us months ago but I'm here now, ready to fight for you, angel."

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, hearing his confession. This is what you wanted, what you yearned for.

But there was something else you needed to hear.

The words he refused to say when you were together.

Your lips parted, ready to speak, but he was quick to cut you off.

"I love you, angel. I'm sorry it took your wedding day to get me to admit it but I do," he took a tentative step towards you to rest a gentle hand on your cheek.

You folded into his touch, your soul desperately missing how it felt.

"I fucking love you," he breathed before crashing his lips to yours.

Your laughter echoed into the sunset-filled sky, painted in orange and yellow hues, as the ends of your wedding dress flew behind you while Noah held onto your hand. Both of you ran down the steps of the church towards the awaiting tour bus.