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iceunhie · 11 months ago

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ⊹ unexpected development ! ꒱ ˎˊ˗

summary ⁠☆ you get transported into your favorite otome game’s world as a shitty side character with a raging death flag. you try to prevent your inevitable destruction... but it doesn't go according to plan as much as you'd hope.

notes ☆ of course it's another scaramouche fic except this time it's plot is manhwa inspired

“This trashy game!” you curse, watching the pitch black GAME OVER screen linger in your phone. Happy music plays despite the current cg of your character at the hands of the tyrant character slash love interest Scaramouche. You sigh, tapping on the back button. “I was so close to completing his route… stupid, stupid game, ugh…”

Teyvat’s Seven Stars was a new otome game that you'd tried out for fun, bored out of your mind. The amazing art and soundtrack garnered your interest, not to mention the male leads were totally your type!

It had an array of tropes and spared no expense of flowery scenes and fanservicey excerpts that made you play despite its massive cashgrab feature. Heart fluttering near death scenes! Action packed romantic scenes with the main characters! It was consuming you and you loved it.

Even if the Scaramouche route was testing your patience.

You get that he was the most difficult to conquer out of all of them, but really, one! wrong! move! ….and an immediate gameover. Life sucks when he's your favorite character, and when your favorite character was notoriously known for having a horrid and difficult complete clear route that no one has completed yet, of course you needed to complete it, no matter what!

Damn it, now you've run out of love points to restart another run. Fuck you, system! Stupid trashy money grabbing game! You put down your phone, closing it. An immediate heavy weight settles on your shoulders, making you feel sleepy as you clutch your phone to bed.

Tomorrow… you'll complete his route for sure…

[ TEYVAT’S SEVEN STARS SYSTEM ACTIVATED! RUNNING GAME FILE NOW ]

Ah. You should've known what was coming.

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[ CHARACTER FILE: [NAME] [LAST NAME] - CROWN PRINCE KUNIKUZUSHI’S BETROTHED! ]

What the fuck.

You think you've lost feeling in your jaw when the glare of the system shines bright, mocking you.

“[Name], you're awake!” You turn to the sound, and you face probably the most beautiful person you've ever seen. No, what the hell. You've seen him before.

Beautiful silky dark hair, glossy electric indigo eyes, a perpetual aura of ethereal lightness…. the game descriptions weren't lying after all. yes, you weren't dreaming. This was Scaramouche, or should you say at this point in time… Kunikuzushi?

He immediately clings to you. Oh. Oh. Well fuck. “I… uh.”

Scara- ahem, Kunikuzushi’s eyes are littered with tears and oh no you're a weak hearted person for your favorite character. “I'm so glad you're okay! I'm sorry, my mother- I mean, I'm so glad you're okay.”

The rest of the moments is a blur when your… fiance? betrothed? fills you in on what happened. Your mind is fuzzy and you can only piece together just a rough summary of what point in the game you're in.

So, you are currently three years early from the main story. Unfortunately, you are not either of the main protagonists Lumine or Aether. No, the system apparently hates you for being a hater and gave you the most egregious role.

A side character. A side character who barely even appears in the story, left to be trampled on by the story's plot. What's more, you're in the timeline wherein the current Kunikuzushi doesn't take the name Scaramouche because his Mother, the lone Queen Raiden Ei left him when he could not pass the Inazuma kingdom’s test to be worthy of the gnosis.

He took the name Scaramouche after being trained by the shady organization known as the Fatui, the main villainous force in the game and usurped his mother. In other words, a blackened tyrant character!

...And you were the betrothed his mother set for him - executed in the future because he didn't want any trace of Ei’s influence. Amazing.

The future Kunikuzushi would be an arrogant, tsundere and soft-for-only-one-person type of character, but now, he was like a gentle, tucked away from the world young prince.

Wait…. wasn’t he also gullible before?! Very cute, but it's no wonder he blackened so quickly with such a naive personality!

You, well, technically, the character [Name] [Last Name] ended up in this situation after they threatened to leave Kunikuzushi because he was far too fragile for their taste. A side character who’d contributed to Scaramouche’s blackening and paid for it with their life. That was who you were.

Okay, now you pity this boy a lot. He already had a traumatic childhood with Ei not giving him enough love and therefore a plethora of issues, and he'd even end up being a crazy tyrant who stopped at nothing to get the main protagonist in his grasp! For your death flag not to happen, you HAD to do something about that.

You had no choice.

To survive this horrendous fate, you came up with a plan. And that would be Plan give-kunikuzushi-all-the-love-in-the-word-before-he-meets-the-protagonist-and-turn-into-a-blackened-dark-tyrant!

Okay, lengthy plan, but to plan ahead is to be smart, so you can take care of the name later.

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So far so good, this plan of yours. Plan get-kunikuzushi-to-turn-into-a-sparkly-prince character and not his blackened self was going well! (You gave up on thinking of a cool name) Thank god for cliche romance novels.

So far, you've increased your proximity to him, including him to spend time with you, showering him with bouts of affection and care. And so far, it's been paying off. The once secluded Prince has become so cute and so sweet!

You have to pat yourself on the back for this. You were doing the protagonist a huge favor that now they had a wonderful love interest in their sights for future reference.

Although, if there was one nitpick you had on your conduct, it would be the fact that Kunikuzushi didn't take kindly to others aside from you, and would even be panicked, utterly devastated if you even brought up the mere mention of leaving.

“Break… our engagement in the future?” if it weren't for him looking shell-shocked and deathly pale, the furrow on Kunikuzushi’s face would've been cute. “No! I don't want that! You aren't planning to leave me, are you?”

He gives you the most horrendous god kneeling look of a plea, and of course you drop the subject immediately.

“It was a joke, of course. I'd never want to break our engagement!” you hurriedly reassure, gently taking his hands in yours.

Kunikuzushi looks at you, all puppy eyes and pink cheeks. So cute. Who wouldn't want to stay by his side? You reassure him, “Whatever happens, I'll always stay by your side, okay?”

He looks at your intertwined hands with an unreadable expression on his face. “Do you promise?”

You nod. “I promise, Kuni.”

He nods, gripping your hands tighter, and his expression rivals a blazing sun, brimming with conviction as he pulls you in for a huge hug.

And of course, who wouldn't turn down an opportunity to hug their favorite character?

Surely this time, you’ll definitely escape the death flag and horrendous side character ending, right?!

You don't notice the shadow on Kuni’s face when the mere mention of being separated from you comes up.

In the back of your mind, you wonder what would happen if your Kunikuzushi met the protagonist. Would he immediately fall for them? you wonder, and an uncharacteristic pang of discomfort tugs at your chest. Ah, what would it matter.

You smile at the gentle, pristine and kind Kunikuzushi that's currently excitedly telling you about how Ei praised his sword skills after he beat his younger sister. Even if the main protagonist would come here, you could keep this adorable Kunikuzushi for yourself for just a little longer.

You kiss his cheek, and he heats up. Yes, the future can wait for now.

How the hell did it come to this?

“You told me you'd always stay by my side, right?” a hand slicked with blood is resting on the side of your face. Electric indigo eyes, these ones now having a ruthless glint to them, stare up at your own. “I've removed everything else that can take you away from me. Now, you have no reason to leave.”

By remove, he meant the man who'd decided to make a move on you after you went to the gardens for some fresh air. Hence the blood on his hands and sword, hence the reason why there's a dead body by your feet.

The once adorable and fair-faced Kunikuzushi still turned into Scaramouche after all, and you failed to prevent his blackening. He was truly, undoubtedly the same game Scaramouche.

But… Why was he acting like this? Wasn't this the exclusive feature only the protagonist should be experiencing?

He presses a kiss to your forehead, then the back of your palm. You blush.

Yes, he is now an extremely dangerous individual capable of executing anyone he deems appropriate to just for the sake of it, and yes, this same man is kneeling before you as you're just about to leave after the main storyline cg act just started. And yes, like the protagonist, you should stay far, far away from him.

But could you really? When he was pleading you with such an expression of longing and yearning? He takes your hand to caress it to the side of his face, eyes haughty and grin unsettling, gosh was he so… so attractive, like that.

“You won't leave, right?” Why was he so…. so sweet? Why was this scene structured as if you were the one he wanted to be with, not the protagonist? “You promised me, after all.”

….And why on earth did your heart leap out of your chest when he said he wanted you to stay?

(It was hard to pretend you didn't know why when the smile on your face said otherwise.)

1.5k words, only the real ones know that ive been planning a cliche otome game au since day 1 I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED TO ME WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS FIC 😭 might turn this into a series if people like this though <3

@ MHIIEEE : do not repost, copy or plagiarize or claim my content or work as your own.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x you #scaramouche drabble #kunikuzushi fluff #mhie's spirals #teyvat's seven stars ☆

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softonshanks · 4 months ago

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Underwater love

Characters: Shanks x female reader

Total word count: 1449 words

Plot: After a night of wild partying on their ship, the Red-haired pirate are drunk. Shanks falls out of the ship into dark water, but Y/N is ready to do everything she can to save her Captain.

Author's note: I was listening to this song, Underwater love by Faith no more and the title made me think about this dumb thing.

Let me know if you like it (: English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes.

The air was quiet now. The party had died down, the last echoes of drunken laughter swallowed by the night’s swell. The ship rocked gently, cradling the worn bodies of pirates deep in their dreams. A few lanterns still burned low, casting long shadows across the deck.

Shanks sat on the edge of the rail, a bottle dangling from his calloused fingers. His vision swayed with the sea, the stars above him like pinpricks of light. He couldn’t remember when he’d had his last sip—only that everything felt warm, dizzying, like the world itself was drunk alongside him. Tonight, he recognized he had drunk far more than usual.

Y/N leaned back against a barrel, eyes half-lidded, watching him with quiet amusement. Her shirt clung to her skin, the salt of the sea lingering, but she liked it that way. The air was rich with the scent of rum and ocean spray, a scent she had come to associate with freedom. She was finally living the life she had only dared to dream about: no more rules, no more useless tasks—just her and her greatest love, the sea. Like the rest of the crew, she drank a fair amount of rum that night, but she left as soon as she felt the alcohol start to kick in. She didn’t feel like getting drunk this time; she just wanted to appreciate what she had earned: the beauty of the waves, the peace of the night sky, and the sound of the waves gently rocking their ship.

Shanks was laughing about something to himself, words slurred, his red hair wild as always. He tipped his head back and howled into the night sky, laughing and jumping around, spilling the rum from the bottle he was barely holding.

“Shanks, you should sleep,” Y/N called out softly. “You’re gonna fall off if you’re not careful.”

But Shanks was far past careful. He stood, balancing on the rail now, arms outstretched as if he could catch the stars themselves. “I’m the Red-Haired Shanks! I fear nothing—”

And then, predictably, he toppled backward, disappearing into the dark waters below with a splash.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She was already moving, jumping, and diving into the cold, black sea. The water engulfed her, a shock to the system, but she forced her legs to keep kicking, pushing her toward him. She found him quickly, his red hair bobbing in the water, a shadow beneath the surface.

His eyes were closed, but he was breathing.

“Idiot,” she whispered as she grabbed him under his arm, struggling to keep both their heads above water. He was heavy—dead weight in her arms—and the sea was unforgiving. But she held on. She always held on. Her arms fought against the waves while Shanks's body was pressed against her shoulders. Her legs got tangled in his long black coat, so she decided to untie it. She watched the rough fabric get swallowed by the sea before raising her gaze and noticing that the ship’s lanterns above had become distant, hazy spots of light as the waves closed over her head. Screaming would have been useless, and even if she could, none of the crew members would have heard her.

The night was long. The stars seemed to drift in and out of her consciousness as she swam, Shanks’ breath shallow but steady on her shoulder. The ship was gone from sight. The ocean was vast, but Y/N never stopped moving. Her muscles burned, her skin raw from the salt, but the thought of letting go never entered her mind. Not once. The horizon remained empty, the waves high, but she swam, breath by ragged breath.

As dawn broke, painting the sky in shades of soft pink and gold, Y/N saw a distant speck on the water. The ship. Their ship, anchored in the harbor. She pushed herself harder, her limbs numb, her mind fogged with exhaustion. By the time they reached the shore, her body was nothing but a bundle of aching nerves, and she had to bite back a cry as she hauled Shanks over the side, collapsing beside him.

When Y/N woke, the world was soft and quiet again. She was in a bed below deck, wrapped in a blanket that smelled faintly of smoke and seawater. Her body was heavy with exhaustion, every muscle protesting as she shifted beneath the sheets. It was then she felt him. Shanks was beside her, lying on the edge of the bed, his eyes red-rimmed and glistening with tears. His face was inches from hers, close enough that she could see the rawness of his fear etched in every line of his expression.

“Y/N…” His voice was rough, barely above a whisper.

She blinked, her vision still clearing, and saw the tear that had fallen to his cheek. She had never seen Shanks cry before. He had always been the fearless captain, the one who laughed in the face of danger, who roared with laughter even when the odds were impossible. But now he was trembling, his eyes desperate as they searched hers, and she realized with a start that he was terrified.

“I thought I lost you,” he said, his words stumbling over themselves as if he couldn’t hold them back any longer. “You… you…”

“What happened?” she asked in a feeble voice, signaling him to pass her some water. He got up, still shaking, and grabbed a bottle of water to give her.

“They found us passed out on the shore. They noticed we were missing at dawn. Luckily, you managed to swim beside the ship for like three hours before arriving here.”

Y/N listened silently.

“Y/N, you saved me. I—damn it, Y/N. What if—” His voice broke off, and he shook his head, his hand gripping hers like a lifeline. “I couldn’t bear it. I couldn’t…”

She lifted her hand weakly, watching him shed a tear on his cheek. “You’re a fool,” she said softly. “But you’re here. That’s what matters.”

His breath hitched, and he leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. They lay like that for a moment—no words between them, just the sound of their breathing, the gentle rocking of the ship beneath them. The storm of fear that had been in Shanks’ eyes slowly ebbed away as he exhaled deeply, grounding himself in the warmth of her presence.

When he opened his eyes again, they were softer, though still glistening with unshed tears. His thumb brushed lightly across her knuckles, a touch so gentle it almost undid her.

“I’m sorry about your coat, though. Guess it belongs to a lucky fish now,” said Y/N to break the tension. She was just like her captain, always trying to resolve things with a joke, incapable of keeping it serious. This time, though, Shanks didn’t join her laugh. He greeted her with a small smile, still holding her hand.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I don’t need my stupid coat. I need you.”

She felt something inside her chest tighten, the emotion so raw and unexpected that she almost gasped. Her heart beat loudly in her ears, matching the rhythm of the waves. And in that moment, as his hand slipped to cradle her cheek, she knew. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, the heat of him so close. And when she opened them again, she saw the shift in his gaze, the way his lips parted slightly as if he were about to speak again—but he didn’t.

Instead, he kissed her.

It was soft, hesitant at first—like a man reaching for something fragile, something he wasn’t sure he deserved. But then she kissed him back, her fingers curling into his hair, and it was as if the dam broke. Every emotion they had pushed aside, every unspoken feeling, flooded into that kiss. It was desperate and sweet and filled with the ache of two people who had danced around this moment for far too long.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Shanks rested his forehead against hers once more. His tears had stopped, but his eyes still glistened with something she had never seen before—something deeper than affection, something close to awe.

“You saved me,” he whispered again, his voice rough but sure. “Not just last night.”

Y/N smiled softly, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, memorizing every inch of him in the early morning light.

“Then let me keep saving you,” she whispered back.

Shanks laughed softly, still holding her hand, knowing that it would be a gesture he would do daily from now on.

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rynwritesreid · 1 year ago

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The Perfect Girl || Spencer Reid.

Summary: You are Spencers dream girl, everything is perfect about you. However, there is something you can’t tell Spencer as it will put his life in danger.

Content: Reader is basically on the run from some bad people. AFAB reader who goes by she/her. It’s kind of angst and full of fluff :) Use of Y/N.

Words: 1.5k

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You were Spencer’s dream girl; all his colleagues and friends knew you were the perfect girl for him. From the moment Spencer saw you, he knew you were the one. You were smart, you could argue your way out of anything and most importantly you always stood up for what you believed in, no matter the consequences you may face. Spencer could not get enough of you. You were a light in a world full of darkness for him.

So, when you just disappeared, he was left confused and alone. That wasn’t something you would do; it was totally out of character for him. You would have said goodbye, whether that in person, through a text or on a note. You wouldn’t have just left him like this.

Spencer searched for you everywhere. He looked in all the places he thought you might go, the places you mentioned you loved visiting growing up or places you took him, but you were nowhere to be found. As days turned into weeks, Spencer grew more and more frustrated. He missed your fiery spirit and the way you challenged him to be a better person.

He had asked Garcia for help; she could track anyone down. But you were smart. You had left all belongs that could be traced in your old apartment. You didn’t use any bank accounts; you face wasn’t found on any security cameras or systems. You were now just a ghost.

Spencer was at his wit's end. He couldn't bear the thought of never seeing you again. He knew he had to do something, anything to find you. He spent every moment of his free time pouring over any information he could find about you. He was determined to find a lead, no matter how small.

He would get angry at himself, he worked for the FBI, part of his job was searching for people. So why couldn’t he find you? Then he would get angry at you, why did you leave without saying anything, were you in trouble or did you just get bored? Spencer wanted to give up, you obviously didn’t want to be found, so why should he keep searching.

But despite his frustration and anger, Spencer couldn't help but worry about you. He knew that you were capable of taking care of yourself, but he couldn't shake the feeling that you were in trouble. He spent countless nights lying awake, trying to think of any leads or clues that could lead him to you.

He knew that there was only one person he knew that could truly help him in this situation. She had disappeared before, and she was able to keep part of her history a secret. Emily Prentiss. She was the only one who could possibly understand why someone would do this, and where they would go to hide.

Spencer picked up the phone and dialled Emily's number. It rang a few times before she picked up.

"Reid, it's good to hear from you. What's going on?" Emily's voice was warm and comforting.

"It's about Y/N. She's disappeared and I can't find her. I've tried everything. I don't know what to do." Spencer's voice was strained, and he could feel himself starting to panic.

"Okay, Reid. Take a deep breath. Let's go over everything you've done so far." Emily's calm voice helped steady Spencer. They spent the next few hours going over all of Spencer's attempts to find you.

"Okay, I have an idea," Emily finally said. "There's a group of people I used to know. They're kind of like a... rogue organization. They know how to disappear without a trace. If anyone would know where Y/N is, it would be them."

Spencer leaned forward; his interest piqued. "What kind of organization?" he asked.

Emily hesitated for a moment before answering. "They're a group of people who specialize in helping individuals disappear. It's not technically legal, but they only help people who are in danger or need to start fresh for whatever reason."

Spencer nodded, understanding. "Do you think they'll help me find Y/N?"

Emily shrugged. "It's worth a shot. I can make some calls and see if any of my old contacts are still active. But Spencer, you have to understand that this could be dangerous. These people don't mess around."

Spencer didn't care. He was willing to do whatever it took to find you. "I'll do whatever it takes," he said firmly.

You were safe, you weren’t happy, but you were safe. It took all of your will power to disappear and not tell Spencer anything. You loved him, but this needed to happen.

You were now living under a new identity, in a small but quaint town. You had a new job and a new home, but you always had the feeling of someone watching you. You knew your past was eventually going to catch up with you, it was something you had constant nightmares about.

One day, you received a phone call from an unknown number. You answered hesitantly, and a voice on the other end spoke.

"Is this Y/N?" the voice asked.

You froze. How did someone find you? "Who is this?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"My name is Emily Prentiss. I used to work with Spencer at the FBI."

You felt your heart racing. Did Spencer send her to find you? "What do you want?" you asked, trying to keep your voice calm.

"I know you disappeared for a reason, and I'm not here to judge you for that. Spencer asked for my help in finding you.”

You felt a wave of emotions wash over you. You wanted to see Spencer so badly, but you knew that it was dangerous for both of you. "I appreciate the gesture, but I don't want to be found," you said firmly.

"Y/N, I know you're scared. But Spencer is so worried about you. He misses you so much, and he just wants to know that you're safe," Emily said gently.

Tears welled up in your eyes. You missed Spencer too, but you weren't sure if you were ready to face him just yet. "I need some time to think," you said finally. "Can I call you back?"

"Of course. Take all the time you need. But please, consider talking to Spencer," Emily said before hanging up the phone.

You spent the next few days agonizing over what to do. You missed Spencer more than anything, but you were still afraid. Finally, you decided.

You would meet with Spencer, but only once. You knew that seeing him again would only make it harder to stay hidden. But you couldn't bear the thought of him thinking that you didn't care about him at all.

You called Emily and told her that you were willing to meet with Spencer, but only under certain conditions. Emily agreed and made the necessary arrangements.

The day of the meeting arrived, and you were nervous. You dressed in a plain outfit, nothing that would make you stand out. You arrived at the meeting place and saw Spencer waiting for you.

He looked relieved and overjoyed to see you, and it took everything in you not to run into his arms. You sat down across from him, keeping your face hidden as much as possible.

"Y/N," he said softly. "I'm so glad you're okay."

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Spencer looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked.

“I’m okay, but I am going to have disappear again after this. Spencer, I love you, and I did this for us. I was putting your life in danger and your career in jeopardy. When I was teenager, I got mixed up things, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. There are people out there who are trying to find me and well kill me.” You paused; you couldn’t let Spencer know everything.

Spencer looked at you, his face full of love and concern. "Y/N, I understand that you were trying to protect me, but I can't bear the thought of losing you again. Please, let me help you. We can figure this out together."

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "Spencer, I can't let you do that. You have a life here, a job, a future. I can't let my problems drag you down with me."

Spencer reached across the table and took your hand. "Y/N, I love you. I don't care about any of that. All I care about is being with you and keeping you safe. Please, let me help you.”

“Spencer, if I do let you help me. You’ve got to promise that you won’t die or put yourself in harm’s way. Because if you do, I won’t ever be able to forgive myself.”

Spencer looked at you, his eyes full of determination. "I promise, Y/N. I will do everything in my power to keep us both safe. We can do this together."

You looked into his eyes, and you knew that he meant every word. Slowly, you nodded. "Okay, Spencer. I'll let you help me."

Spencer smiled; relief evident on his face. "Thank you, Y/N. We'll figure this out together."

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hopplessilse · 1 year ago

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Dylan's stepfather

bsf!Joel x f!reader Rating: 18+ Halloween special.

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Summary: From the first time you met your boyfriend's stepfather, you found him quite attractive. You could see how his gaze towards you changed over the months. At his neighbor's party, you see that he wants you too.

Warnings: age gab (joel in his 40's, reader early 20's) pet names, comfort person, smut, teasing, fingering, oral (f! receiving), infidelity (on both sides), soft! joel

A/N: just have this in mind, he's a nice stepdad, I don't support infidelity, I just wanted to share my dirty thoughts that's it.

You never thought your relationship with Dylan would go this far.

From the first moment you met him you knew he would be an important person in your life, you were different in so many ways. You were friends from the beginning, but as a man he didn't avoid having a crush on you, he had confessed it to you at a party, you only remember rejecting him at the time because you only saw him as your friend.

But surprise… Because of how close you were he knew everything about you, he knew when something was wrong, he was always with you when you needed a shoulder, when you needed advice. You always appreciated him for that, and from one moment to the next you saw him with different eyes. He was no longer just your best friend, but a guy who would always be there for you, that you could trust and turn to whenever you wanted.

All went to shit when you decided to kiss him, that kiss led to more, and that more became a new story for both of you.

They decided to keep the relationship as smooth as possible, they didn't want to rush things, everything in their own time.

Despite being best friends, you still didn't know his family, because you never went to his house, whenever you went out it was to fairs, to the movies or with other friends to parties. But you knew his dad had left when he was 6 years old, and you knew his mom had a partner he'd been with for 5 years.

On one of those nights out, he let you sleep at his house since you were too drunk to go home. You didn't sleep more than 3 hours, you woke up trying not to wake him, took your boots in hand and left the room quietly. You staggered down the stairs a little from sleep and the alcohol you had in your system.

When you reached the bottom of the stairs one of your boots fell out of your hands, you cursed under your breath since the house was in total silence and total darkness, you lifted it up and at the same time the light in the kitchen that was at the back came on illuminating part of the living room and the front door.

You froze at the sight of Dylan's stepfather leaning back on the kitchen doorstep. It was the first time you'd seen him in person. All drunk, disheveled and barefoot, what a great introduction.

"Who is love?" a female voice sounded in the background in the kitchen, a female silhouette peeked out from behind the man who kept watching you from head to toe, when you saw the lady you knew it was Dylan's mom, she looked a lot like him.

"Oh," she covered her mouth when he saw you, "Hello," she said your name

"Hi" You looked at both of them with your eyes narrowed by the light "I'm sorry, I didn't want to bother anyone, I was leaving" You stepped to the front door to take the doorknob in your hands

"don't worry darlin, be careful"

You just turned around to give them both a smile and quickly left the house.

That had been your introduction to the parents of your best friend, now boyfriend named Dylan.

After that, Dylan decided that it would be prudent to introduce you formally, since his mother already knew about you and it would be best if she knew you in a better state.

It had already been 4 months since that meeting and since he introduced you to his parents. Better circumstances in meeting your mother-in-law and father-in-law… That you found really attractive, it was all a dream. He was cute, gentlemanly, he was funny, he had a dreamy smile, his big, stocky body, you knew he was a contractor, that's why he was so good.

You don't know how many times you've dreamed about him since you met him. It was agony to go to his house and see him sitting on the couch with a beer in hand, sometimes he wore shorts, other times he came home from work, they were the best because you could see him come home at night, Ready for dinner, but before he always went to bathe to look presentable, and you were grateful for it since you could appreciate the way his hair looked wet, his wet curls falling down his forehead, the smell of soap on his skin, a sensual man you wanted to take you right in the kitchen, at the table where he ate with his family.

He always treated you well, invited you to dinner with them, you went out with them, and even when Dylan was busy and didn't listen to you, he would invite you to watch the football game with him. Those moments were the ones you cherished the most. Those were the only minutes where you could be close to him, rubbing your knee against his, laughing along with him, talking about his afternoons, where you could appreciate his beauty more closely for a few more minutes.

Your friend told you that you were obsessed with your boyfriend's stepfather, as much as you wanted it to be a lie, it wasn't, she told you that you should mess with him once and for all to end the agony, that you should do it to see if it was just a whim or you really liked it.

It was crazy for you to think you could do such a thing. You knew it would be hard since Joel Miller doesn't look like the easy guy, he was going to give you too many buts for being his stepson's girlfriend or worse, think you're crazy for trying to mess with him.

On one of those evenings, Dylan invited you to a costume party his neighbor would be giving. He told you that normally his neighbor likes to give parties and they always go, according to him there is always something new, something that makes it different from all the previous ones, this time would not be the exception.

Being in his neighbor's backyard you realized that they all knew each other, they were all close. You felt a little out of place because everyone was getting to know you for being Dylan's new girlfriend, yuck.

You had forgotten the disgust for those titles.

Everyone was raving about how beautiful you were, how beautiful you looked in your dorothy dress, what you wore more than anything to get Joel's attention with the neckline and how small it was, so much so that when you sat down next to him you noticed that he looked away from your thighs when he saw that the dress had gone up revealing more of them.

On the other hand, he was dressed as a pirate, he looked ridiculously sexy, with the hat and the dark t-shirt that was open the first two buttons revealing his chest with pubic hair.

The food was pleasant, you could feel his gaze on you from time to time, he would let his eyes fall on you when Dylan talked, since you were in the middle of both of them, it was a good opportunity to be able to appreciate you.

You were drinking from your glass when his voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Boring?"

You turned to look at him by lowering the glass and setting it down on the table. He had that cute smile that he always gives you when the two of you are alone.

"Not really, I'm waiting for the action Dylan promised me" you smiled coquettishly at him as you turned a little in your seat facing him

"Mmh, I'm sure this time it's going to be karaoke," he said, mimicking your action and putting his arm behind your seat, brushing his fingers against your right shoulder.

"Why do you think that?" You crossed your right leg over your left, swung it a little so that your leg touched his which was covered by his dark pants and boots.

His body was giving you signals, as he brought his leg closer to yours

"Trevor likes to sing, I always hear him through the patio door"

Both of you laughed and stared at each other for a while, until you decided to speak

"Have you come to many of these parties?" You leaned your arm against the back of your chair, your hand hovering near his bare forearm

"Amm I haven't always had the taste, I've only been in 2" He took his beer and drank from it while watching you

You frowned, "but… You've lived here for 5 years haven't you?" your voice dropped when you say the last thing

"haha no honey"

Honey!? It was the first time he had called you anything other than your name

"I've only lived here 2 years, the parties I've had" he smiled at you and you smiled back

You knew he was going to tell you something, but Dylan's mom's voice came in.

"Honey, could you help Trevor put his horns down," she said, leaning back on the table with both hands and making puppy dog eyes

Joel removed his hand from behind your chair and stood up grunting on the spot, before he walked away he turned to look at you and said

"I told you so"

You smiled as you watched him walk away. Forgetting that Dylan's mom was still at the table, dressed as a pirate.

"What did he tell you?" You turned to look at her with the stupid smile on your lips, you just laughed awkwardly

"We were talking about what would be the big surprise this time, and he said karaoke" You gave her a smile and she just smiled a little

"Always know before everyone" she looked at you for a few more seconds while you nodded to her answer and then spoke again "I'll be back now, have fun darling"

"Thank you," you said as she walked away

Dylan was by your side, he was dressed up as the joker because he didn't like the wizard of oz, on the other hand he didn't pay attention to you, whenever he was with people he knew from a long time ago he forgot about you, he concentrated more on his conversation with that person, you wanted him to include you in his conversations.

You sat for a long time doing nothing, watching in the distance Joel connecting the speakers with his ridiculous but sexy pirate costume, you saw how he talked to Trevor animatedly, the smiles he gave to Dylan's mom. Whenever you see her remember that he's her partner, you remember how twisted it all is, how wrong it is to want him, especially since he's Dylan's stepfather. He's been there for him every step of the way, watched him grow up and been a father figure to him from the first moment he met him.

From drinking so much soda your bladder was about to explode, you couldn't help but wrinkle your nose from the urge to urinate. You turned to look at Dylan to touch him on the shoulder and get his attention, he turned to look at you with his eyes open.

"What happened?" he said a little quickly

"I need to go to the bathroom," you said in a whisper

"Go up the stairs, it´s on the right side at the end of the hallway" The music was present and on top of that he spoke too fast that you barely understood him.

You just nodded and he turned to continue their conversation.

You got up sighing heavily, smoothed your dress, tried to grab it with your hands as the air was lifting it up and the people around you were watching you. In the distance you saw Joel by the speakers talking to Mr. Trevor, you walked up to him and touched his shoulder, he turned and smiled at you.

"Hey… Do you know where the bathroom is?" You moved closer to his ear so you could talk to him, as the music was loud and you were both standing next to them.

He came close to your ear to speak to you and your skin crawled as you felt his hot breath close to your skin.

"it´s on the second floor," he said, almost shouting, as soon as you heard his voice over the music

"Eeh!?" you looked at him confused, pointing to your ear and horn, implying that you didn't hear him

He just sighed, turned to see Trevor whispering something in his ear, then took your arm and led you to the steps that led to the door of the living room. Once inside the house, which remained in absolute silence and with some table lamps on, giving a subdued atmosphere, he turned to look at you while he let go of your arm and pointed to the stairs that were in the hallway.

"To your right, the last door at the back," he said as he walked around the room picking up some cans that were on the coffee table

You walked over to the stairs and looked up, the entire second floor was in complete darkness. You swallowed and looked at him, you saw how he left the cans in a bag near the kitchen and he turned to look at you, he laughed when he saw that you were still at the top of the stairs.

"What's wrong?" he came to your side and turned upwards and then turned his eyes back to you, "Are you afraid of the dark?" he let out a small laugh in mockery

You looked at him and fell silent, answering his question.

"For God's sake, honey" he sighed, again that name, it would be your end if he called you that way again "Let's go" he waved with his hand for you to follow him upstairs.

You climbed the stairs behind him, trying to see where you were stepping. You passed through the corridor that was dimly lit by the light that came through the windows that looked out onto the courtyard where the party was going on.Suddenly, Joel stopped in front of a white door and beckoned you in.

"The bathroom" He opened the door for you and turned on the light, coming out of it to let you in

"There's no light in the hallway?" You stood at the entrance to the bathroom looking at him in the darkness

"Probably yes, but he doesn't like to have the lights on" You could see the sparkle in his eyes because of the little light that came in, he looked so attractive in the dark.

"Can you wait for me?" you gave him your puppy look as you leaned your cheek against the door and looked at him from under your eyelashes

You heard him curse under his breath and let out a heavy sigh looking out the window and then returning his gaze to you, he just nodded and you saw him leaning against the wall in front of the window and to the side of the bathroom.

You just smiled and closed the door.

When you closed the door the atmosphere changed, you felt a sudden pain in your chest and stomach, anguish? Nerves? You looked in the mirror and just smiled, a nervous smile.

You relieved yourself and then washed your hands, wet your braids that hung at both ends of your shoulders. You looked in the mirror and your self-esteem went up, you really looked great in the costume, you hoped Joel had made a comment about it, you longed for a 'you look beautiful in that dress' 'wizard of oz, I like that movie' something that made you feel special.

You decided it was time to leave, Joel would probably be gone by now and you'd have to go down the hall of horror by yourself. You opened the door with your eyes down and when you pulled it up or surprise, Joel was still there, leaning against the wall with the light of his cell phone shining on his face. He turned it off when he noticed your presence, he smiled at you.

"All right?" He looked you up and down checking that everything was in order.

"All right" you smiled at him and for a moment you thought about it…

You had it right in front of you, alone, in a dark hallway that was only lit by the light of the bathroom and the dim light of the patio. He looked at you a little confused as you fell silent while you watched him, you couldn't think of anything else to say other than…

"Could you help me with something…?" You looked into his eyes trying not to see or hear you nervously

He pulled away from the wall to approach the bathroom door and look inside, look at you from above.

"How can I help you?" he said almost in a whisper, causing his voice to come out hoarse and deep.

"Can you come in?" you stepped aside, making room for him to enter the bathroom

You saw how his eyes swept over the bathroom, he was thinking about it, you sighed silently, you recoiled when you saw him come in and close the door behind him. You leaned against the sink while you looked at him, he was looking at you from the door, leaning back and you could notice a bulge in his pants, it wasn't that noticeable but you noticed it easily, you hadn't even done anything and it was already like that.

You turned around with your back to him, you looked at him in the mirror and noticed that he ran his eyes down your legs while keeping his mouth half open, you smiled the moment his eyes connected with yours.

"Could you squeeze my corset please" you said it in the most seductive, cute and flirtatious tone you could, you looked at it over your eyelashes wiggling them while tilting your head to the side.

Joel didn't say anything, just approached you from behind, stopped, and delicately ran his hands over the fabric around your waist. You felt his hands untie the knot of your dress, suddenly he pulled the ribbons hard and you let out a groan. He look at you through the reflection of the mirror waiting for you to say something, you just looked at it.

"That hard, is it alright?" Again his voice sounded hoarse from deep in his throat

"Yes… it´s alright" you couldn't stop looking at him with those eyes, you knew they drove him crazy, especially since that's how Dylan's mom looked at him… always looked at him like that, always.

He tied your bows back into a bun, when he finished he left his hands resting on your lower back, his gaze was lost somewhere on it. You jumped at the feel of his hands on the hem of your dress, his fingers brushing against the skin of your thighs.

"This dress is too small to be Dorothy" his gaze was still behind you

"It was the only one they had" you said in a small whisper, now your voice came out nervous

"The only one" he repeated while letting out a laugh, he looked up and looked straight into your eyes, he was much taller than you, despite wearing heels he was still tall, so you could see his face perfectly on top of yours. You noticed that his eyes turned dark and his smile faded and his jaw hardened

"Dylan doesn't like Wizard of Oz."

"I know" you slowly turned to face him, you looked up at him while he lowered his gaze with his face still serious.

You caressed his veiny arms, felt him tense under your touch, couldn't help but bring your body closer to his and felt a series of emotions and sensations as you felt his bulge near your pelvis.

Oh my! It felt big, it definitely was, you had no doubt about it.

He, for his part, closed his eyes at the contact.

"I used it for you," you leaned up and whispered close to his lips. That was the end for him to lose his sanity.

You saw him abruptly walk away from you, you saw him go to the switch and turn off the light in the bathroom, the only light coming in was the backyard light through the window next to you. He come back to you and take you by the face delicately to join your lips in a slow but sensual kiss at the same time. You felt his tongue ask for access and you opened your lips for it to enter, you couldn't help but make a moan from the pressure that his mouth was making on yours.

You placed both hands at the ends of his arms, stroking up and down stopping at his wrists. His hands went down your sides, your neck, your arms, until they reached your waist and surrounded it with both arms drawing you to him.

Joel pulled you towards him so that your buttocks squealed through the sink material, making your dress ride up more revealing your white cotton panties that you were wearing. The new posture made you couldn't help but lift both legs and encircle his waist and if possible be closer to him feeling his hard erection touch your panties. Because of the friction, Joel couldn't help but let out a groan in your throat.

You couldn't imagine a hotter scenario than this, and that it was with Joel.

Joel couldn't help but touch you desperately, he ran his hands down your thighs going up under the fabric, lifted you up a little so he could put his hands under your buttocks and squeeze them in the most delicious way, he was massaging them while his tongue ran over your mouth.

You parted for lack of breath and a trickle of saliva was present between your lips.

"I want to taste you so damn bad," Joel's words came out between gasps, trying to get the air back in his lungs.

"I want to taste you too" You looked at him desperately and put your right hand on his growing erection, gasping as you felt the size and thickness under the pants. Joel couldn't help but let out a laugh when he saw your reaction.

"You can take it, I know that little mouth can" he left a kiss on your lips as he walked away you gasped "but tonight it's about you and this one" his right hand left your buttocks to position itself between your legs and touch your clit on the fabric of your panties, you gasped on contact "this pretty pussy that cries desperately to be tested"

"Joel. . . Please" you cried as you felt the friction between his fingers and your clit, the pain you felt was unbearable, you needed to free yourself from that pressure

"I'm desperate too honey" the words came from his lips as he put his hands in your dress and grabbing the beginning of your panties he lowered them little by little letting them fall to the floor.

From one moment to the next Joel was kneeling in front of you, holding your thighs and resting one of them on his shoulder, while your other leg is more open and your heel resting on the dresser, you were at his disposal, completely. You felt the air from the window enter and touch your pussy that was crying out loud to feel Joel.

“so beautiful” his words were getting lost in the skin of your inner thigh as he moved up with delicate kisses along it. He stopped when he was inches from your clit. You felt his breath caress your wet entrance and you couldn't help but moan in desperation, grabbing his hair by the nape of his neck to bring him closer.

He just laughed and finally joined his lips with your vaginal lips. A loud whimper left your lips as you threw your head back.

“Calm down, sweetheart, you must be careful with those cute moans.” His hand that was holding your leg open, he directed it to your lips to open them wide with his fingers and have better access to your clit. He approached it and with the tip of his tongue he began to touch it from one side to the other.

It was impossible for you to stay silent, you had fantasized about this moment for a while, and just when it came to pass, it was at a damn party full of people, including your respective partners. With your right hand you covered your whimpers but you couldn't help but uncover it to hold Joel's hair with both hands and pull him closer to you.

Joel realized that it was difficult for you to stay silent, you only saw how he left his place to get up and stand in front of you. You looked at him confused, you were about to protest when you saw that he took off the bandana that he was wearing on his wrist and without warning he put it over your mouth, tying it around the back of your head. The bandana got between your lips and your teeth clenched it.

“I need you to stay quiet so I can give you the best oral orgasm you will ever have.”

Hell yeah

Just hearing that husky voice with that southern accent could make you come in seconds. You just nodded, seeing him with crystallized eyes screaming for him to end your agony.

He returned to position himself between your legs and without warning he buried his head between your legs, you let out a merciless moan.

“aahh” you moaned through the red fabric.

The movements that Joel made with his lips and tongue were forbidden, inappropriate, he was attached to you like a hungry puppy to its mother. He accelerated and slowed down the pace of his tongue when he touched your clit, as you could imagine it was red from so much friction and suffering. You felt his tongue pass through your entrance, you felt how he put it in and out to slide it back through your folds and reach your clitoris to suck on it. You were afraid that the bandana wouldn't be enough to silence your whimpers and moans from the guests below.

You were so close when Joel pulled away and sat up. Your vision was blurred with tears, your body arched asking for more, you needed to finish as soon as possible or you would break right then. Joel, he can notice your suffering and he dedicate some words of consolation to you.

“I'm going to give it to you,” he looked at you over your eyelashes, joining his forehead with yours to say in a whisper, “but I need it between my fingers.”

Those last words were accompanied by a moan from you while his fingers separated your folds, making their way to your entrance. When you felt two of his fingers enter slowly, you whimpered, shedding a tear. At no time did you separate your eyes from his, his gaze was full of desire, you could see that the wait also hurt him. He was admiring every expression your face made when you felt his fingers inside you, the way your lips trembled and opened, letting out little moans asking for more, the way you drew your eyebrows together, how you threw your head back in pleasure, the way you moved your body along with his fingers, how your body arched from the pleasure his fingers provided.

If that was because of his fingers, he couldn't imagine how he would have you on his cock

His fingers had a firm and constant movement, moving in and out of you quickly. He needed to feel you as soon as possible, he accelerated his movements while with his other hand he caressed your red clit, your breathing was labored and accelerated, creating a hot aura on your chest.

"Cum on my fingers darling, be a good girl and cum.” That was the last thing you heard before you lost your sanity and collapsed on his fingers.

Both of your hands ended up on his arms, you held him with such great strength that you would surely leave marks from your nails on his skin. Your moans and whimpers filled the bathroom echoing off the walls, Joel held you with his free arm so you wouldn't lose your balance and hit the mirror.

A few seconds passed, you had your head resting on his chest, his fingers had already left your pussy, both of his arms held you by the waist, caressing it over the fabric of your dress. While you tried to regulate your breathing, your legs trembled from the effort and pressure they exerted. This was you, a mess thanks to Joel Miller.

“Do you need a few more minutes?” Joel's voice returned to the room

You let out a heavy sigh and nodded your head still on his chest. You slowly raised your head as you felt Joel's hands untie the knot of the bandana that still covered your lips, he removed it and massaged your cheeks and then leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips.

You smiled weakly at him.

"are you okey?" He asked you with a concerned tone in his voice.

"Yes...just” you laughed nervously “that was great”

you said looking him in the eyes, he gave you a smile and kissed your forehead

“I'll go to the bathroom in the other room, come down to the party or someone will notice.”

“okay”

You got off the sink and reached over to grab some paper to clean yourself, you threw the paper away and bent over so you could grab your panties off the floor and put them on. Joel gave you one last look before leaving the bathroom, you heard the door to the other room close and that's when you left the bathroom.

Once you were at the party again, you realized that everything was still the same, they were singing with the music at a questionable volume, but you were grateful for that.

Dylan was near the pool talking with his friends, and his mother was at a table chatting animatedly with one of her neighbors. Everything was normal, no one noticed your lack of presence. You stayed close to where the beers were while you drank one, in the distance you saw how Joel was leaving the house, as if nothing had happened, his clothes arranged, his hat on and the damn bandana with which he covered your mouth, was put on your wrist.

You watched as he returned to Trevor. You knew he felt your gaze because shortly afterward he turned to see you, with that damn smile.

You didn't know when it would happen again, or if it would happen again….but you looked forward to that day.

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yandere-wishes · 1 year ago

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𝕆𝕦𝕣 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝

Summary: You try to escape from two fearsome Sith Lords. Surprisingly they take it rather well.

Author's note: This is totally getting a part 2. Or maybe a series we'll see.

Warnings: dark, absolutely no regard for the rule of two, sorta a vent fic (venting that these two are so fine and I can't get them out of my mind), slightly fluffy.

The empire's warships have a tendency to blur reality. The interiors of their large hulking exoskeletons house endless corridors and makeshift chambers. Vast, endless arrays of space. They've been optimized for housing droids, clones, and artillery. Not for escape, not for an endless search of a freedom that has long since eroded.

Calling yourself anything but desperate would be a lie. Your feet run to the chorus of your broken heartbeat. The need for freedom, the need to escape spreads through your body like a poison. You know it'll end up killing you, either from exhaustion or by their sabars. But you have to try, you have to run. Even if you've left fragments of yourself in the warm bed the three of you sleep on. Even if you forgot your heart under Anakin's pillow and your soul still lingers in Maul's warm embrace. Maybe freedom is worth cutting off pieces of yourself, if only in the hope that someday they might grow back.

There's something wrong with the corridors you're sure of it. You've never been one for directions, instead relying on the holo screens and navigation systems to lead the way. Mirror images as far as the eye can see. Identical, plain. Nothing substantial to store in your memory. There's something ironic about this situation, a punchline that doesn't quite land. You half haphazardly tug on the skirt of your nightgown, desperate for anything familiar. You're not sure why.

You remember how Anakin called you pretty this morning, still hazy, still clinging to the sensation of slumber. Perfect blue eyes too dazed to look at you. Really look at you. The chosen one gazes at your ghost, your ethos. the perfect doll he and Maul had morphed you into. Behind you

Maul pulls you to his chest. Hand running up and down her side, trying to resurrect you into his dreams. It's only when Anakin's eyes close, seeling the shimmering blue orbs, that you crawl out of bed and into the unknown.

You're lost, abandoned in absolute desolation. The marble tiles bleed frost into the soles of your feet. Somewhere in the distance, you feel a disturbance in the force. Too far away to matter, yet leaking with a potent rage that burns. It's hope you think, albeit pathetically, maybe it's better to capitulate this pointless crusade and wait for the Sith lords to find you. The crash comes just as you're about to stop. You bump into him, falling in the process. All armor and steel. The Stormtrooper's mask is off giving you a clear view of his scarred face. His eyes flash, some dreary emotion too obscure to read, he offers you a gloved hand, something human something casual.

You stare frozen.

When exactly did you stop comprehending human idiosyncrasies?

When exactly did you start reading every interaction as a threat?

He's a monster, you think, just like the ones you've been warned about. Lectured time and time again by both Anakine and Maul. Monsters pry on little girls, especially ones who wander off on their own. Monsters lurk behind unsuspecting walls, ready to pounce when their prey approaches. You wonder if, the definitive definition of "monster" could be passed on to the two Siths who call themselves your lovers.

There's blood, too crimson to be real. Metallic aromas wafted through the air. You've only now noticed how close the disturbance in the force really is. Close enough to distinguish itself. To reveal that, in actuality, it's not a disturbance at all.

It's two...

Something cold yanks at your forearm. Pulling you to your feet. for a split second, your nerves calm. The familiarity of the cybernetic arm grants you a heavy ease. Anakin pushes you over to where Maul is standing. Golden eyes burning holes through the stormtrooper's armor. 'He didn't do anything' you long to say. But the words wisely die on your tongue as Maul grips your shoulders. Anakine's saber is lit, stabbing through the soldier's armor as if it were flesh. As if killing him where as easy as killing a rogue thought. "You're quite a foolish soldier for daring to touch that which belongs to your commanders. Even more imbecilic for so much as looking at emperor Palpatine's disciple."

Maul's grip on your shoulders tightens, eyes never once leaving the bloodshed. One of his hands instinctively roams to your belly, then slides down to your thigh. Rubbing it ever so gently as his claws pierce your soft skin. You close your eyes trying to make yourself smaller. You hate how his touch grounds you. How the familiarity plucks at your heartstrings. When he touches you like this you wish you would forever rot in his arms.

"'I'm sorry" You don't know why the words come so easily. As if they've been itching to spill from your tongue. Maybe it's easier to say 'I'm sorry' rather than 'You've broken my perception of love, of reality and now I can only find comfort in your darkness.' "Hush" Maul's anger spills with every syllable. His claws dig deeper, earning him a pained hiss from his doll.

"You're not sorry, in fact, you rather enjoyed this didn't you? Running away making us chase you down, I never thought your species would enjoy being the prey so much, little one." Anakin walks over, saber seethed at his side. His every step promised pain, retribution. He's angry, furious. They both are, you wonder if maybe, just maybe, they'll end it all today.

Maul's chambers have always been a testament to Dathomir, bathed in deep scarlets and endless ebony. You wonder if he's homesick for a place he's only visited in his worst ephialtes. After the incident in the corridors, they drag you back to the Zabrak's room. Neither bothering to say a word. Merely permitting their rage to engulf you, subduing you into submission. It's an unwelcome surprise when they begin to prep for the day. Throwing on their black cloaks, prior to choosing your outfit. An abnormal affinity settles across the room. Too unnerving to go unchecked.

They dress you each morning, a ritual you think, some attestation of love that's never been quite right. Maul drapes you in velvet dresses. Each one harbors a sui generis softness that sits erroneously across your skin. Their opulent sensation only brings forth feelings of aversion and despair. Their softness an ode to your imprisonment.

the dresses come in shades of crimson, detailed sometimes in black, sometimes in gold, and sometimes in a frigid blue that sends shivers running up your spine.

Anakin fusses over your accessories, why they feel the need to dress you so extravagantly daily is beyond you -as you've come to realize many things are- On days when Anakin's hubris reaches its apex, he bathes you in gold. Astonishing glittering collars across your neck and Kuat bangles hanging from your wrists. When he's sober from his pride he chooses black diamonds. Simple and exotic. scintillate and opaque.

Allusions to the dark side.

A hidden reference that crawls inside you.

Once, back when you'd been sure defiance was still an option. Back when callow hope still dared to flow through your veins. Back when you'd been a jejune, stubborn thing. You had refused to wear one of the dresses they'd bought. Adimant in your refusal until Maul had stuck out his hand. Summoning the Force to remind you just who held the supreme authority here.

The Force had strangled you, clawing hungrily at your neck. You felt your bones caving in on themselves, watched with exacerbating hysteria as your feet abandoned the floor. He'd only released you when he was sure you were near death's adorned door. Permitting you to molder on the floor akin to a ragdoll.

Anakin had chastised you after you'd conjured enough strength to sit up, gasping greedily for air. He'd broken two fingers that day. One still harbors a small scar.

A Promise ring.

An augury.

There are days, few and far between. When they've deemed you've been behaving adequately for long enough. That they permit you the choice of which dress you'd fancy wearing for the day. It's a rare event, reserved as a special treat. You think it's their way of proposing variety, giving you the illusion of choice. Making you feel a little less smothered.

Today is not one of those days. Today, you feel them pick you apart, only to reassemble you in their image. Drowning you in extravagance. A reminder, one whose deprecating nature weaves itself within your muscles. You, little girl, are nothing more than a doll. And dolls should know their place.

No sooner do you feel the final lace fasten across your back, that Anakin is tugging you outside the door. Metal arm clasped around your forearm.

Maul follows behind molten gaze locked on your face. The hallways bend to their will as if the walls themselves quiver with their presence. You recognize this corridor, recognize the frigid forlorn.

There's something wrong with Emperor Palpatine's throne room. It's surreal, makeshift. His real throne lays somewhere cold, somewhere even his apprentices don't dare wander off to. The ironclad throne has never felt right. Never felt like it held any real power. Just terror, just dread, just hatred. But here it is in all its glory. Left to two apprentices who'd rather treat it as a toy than a sacred place.

Anakin dramatically throws himself onto the throne. One leg thrown over the armrest as he leans against the other. His other leg planted firmly on the ground. He keeps you steady on his thigh. Torturing you with his distant, disappointed look. Maul stands in front of you. His eyes liquid gold melting into you. You see the galaxy in them. Hear it whispearing secrets meant to be forgotten. It's Anakin's voice that rattles you from your disjointed thoughts.

"You caused us so much worry angel" he's being nice. You don't trust that. There's something sinister plaguing his words.

"You know Ani, she may cease escaping if you'd cease to spoil her." Maul leans down, gripping your chin and squeezing. " The brat forgets her place, merely cause you'd rather coddle her than discipline her."

Anakin glares, a shift in his eyes, blue bleeding into gold. "Hmm, Maul, you're starting to sound an awful lot like Kenobi right now."

"Why's that? Did the old fool tend to also point out your shortcomings?"

You wonder who this Kenobi is, as you watch the Siths' exchange crude childish vitriols. Maybe he'd make a better lover than the two men you have the misfortune of being adhered to.

They never could truly see just how similar they were.

Two sides of the same coin.

One born of copper, the other, black rose petals.

Subconsciously you reach out. Grasping Anakin's robotic hand, fiddling with the panel, peeling it away to gain access to the wires and circuits. You have a bad habit of ripping things open. Anakin learned this the first time he kissed you and you tried to gnaw at his chest with your nails. Not in malice, but rather to satisfy a ravenous curiosity. A raging need to open him and see just how he ticked. You'd wished to perform an autopsy on his soul. Rip him open and devour all his secrets. Back then you'd wondered if you could kiss sunrises into Anakin's eternal night. Strip him of bleak blackened skies and introduce him to stars and a moon that shines. He'd only vaguely permitted it. Opting to pluck the stars lying within you. Swiping them for steel and lava and other mundane things that fueled his incessant rage.

Anakin's head dips, lips pressing on your jugular vein. "You're ethereal" Anakin mubbles against your skin, like the dying prayer of a collapsing star. He's so pretty when he kisses your neck. Biting away pieces of you. Stealing your light for himself.

"Princess" Maul seethes venom pelting from his words. You realize you'd been ignoring him. Something he's not too fond of. "What in the stars was going through your pretty little head?"

he looks like he'd love nothing more than to wring your pretty little neck right now. "I just..." your words feel heavy. Tiny bullets polluting your tongue. It feels so cruel to say when you know just how much they love you. "I just wanted some freedom. Just a bit of space."

"Dumb little angel" Anakin chastes. You lower your head in embarrassment watching Maul kneel in front of you. He cups your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your head. "You can never escape us beloved".

"I love you," says Anakin. All you hear is, I'll haunt you, I'll break your ribs one by one so that I may possess your heart. Maybe they mean the same thing.

"And I'm pretty sure if Maul could feel normal emotions like everyone else, then he'd love you too." You can't help but let out a giggle as Anakin throws his head back laughing. A rare melodious sound, that causes your heart to skip a beat. Maul merely rolls his eyes before pecking you on the lips.

You trace your fingers across Maul's chest, feeling the pummelling of two hearts. A double heartbeat. Two melodies entwined, You wonder who he harbors in those hearts. One for love and one for family. You nip at his bottom lip. Ushering the blood into your mouth. He tastes of Ichor and smoke. Of sadness and rage. From behind you feel Akanin bite into the hollow of your flesh. Leaving traces of himself upon your skin.

"Our pretty little problem" Anakin mumbles.

You're a problem, a vexation draped in velvet, an unsolvable equation. Trapped between a love that seethes through your body like a toxin. Engulfing you until your mind relents. Maybe it's easier this way. Easier to say 'I love you' without the double entendre.

You do love them.

A rather arduous conclusion to reach.

Maul and Anakin.

Palpatine's apprentices.

Your lovers

Yeah, that sounds about right...

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Requiem-Rafael Barba x reader

Summary- ADA Barba has one thing he can’t live without, fear of losing it consumes his dreams.

Warnings- smut smut smutty smut, dirty talk, language, bit of a daddy kink, just me being self indulgent and salivating over Barba.

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He should’ve known it would never be easy.

Get the girl, fall in love, live happily ever after…those were not things he’d ever expected to happen in his life. His job was grueling, the hours chaotic; how could someone be expected to sign up for that? The media scrutiny that came with his high profile career alone should have sent you running for the hills. But none of it deterred you, you kept him grounded when things got too dark, you soothed his troubled mind in a way he could have only dreamed of, and now the one thing he’d wanted more than anything was most likely being ripped from him.

It was supposed to be a simple night out, it had been a migraine inducing week and all Raphael wanted was a nice dinner and to spend the weekend buried in you. He’d texted that he was on his way to the restaurant, but no reply came from his girl. That should’ve been the first red flag. You were chronically on your phone during the work week, he had to pry it from your hands most nights to get you to rest, sometimes he even hid it on the weekends just so you would pull yourself away from your cases and take a minute to breathe. You made his level of professionalism look meager sometimes, and that was truly saying something.

On the third round of calls it picked up and he felt relief flood his system. “Amore, you had me worried! I-“

“Barba? Is that you?” His blood runs cold at the voice on the other side; Olivia Benson had your phone. “Liv- please don’t say it.” “We got a call to this location, a town car with the driver shot, signs of a struggle in the backseat.” “Text me the address.” He was already running, two blocks was nothing over something like this, his worst fear playing out before his eyes.

Waking with a shout, Raphael nearly falls from his bed in his Upper East Side penthouse, drenched in sweat and tangled in his fancy Egyptian cotton bedsheets. The alarm clock by his bed read 2 am, and despite his outburst you slept soundly beside him, blissfully unaware that he’d just had a nightmare that rocked him to his core. It was his worst fear, going public with your relationship meant putting you directly in the public eye; opening you up to media scrutiny and allowing anyone with a grudge against him the perfect target to send him to his knees.

He swiped the stray tears that had formed and tried to regulate his breathing, he couldn’t get his heart rate down and it felt like he was choking on the air he tried desperately to take in. You were fine, peaceful even, a serene look on your face as the lights from the New York skyline glowed across the exposed skin of your body. Gorgeous, and totally unaware of how terrified he was to lose you.

He padded down the hall to the bathroom, splashing cold water across his face, still in a daze. Hearing the door crack open, he glanced behind him in the mirror reflection. Of course you’d come to find him. He must look a mess, wild green eyes trained on you as you crossed the threshold to wind your arms around his waist, body pressed against him tightly and he finally felt himself relax.

“What’s wrong Raf? You getting sick baby?” You turned him in your arms to press a hand to his forehead and he melted into your touch, curling himself around you and nuzzling his scruff against your neck.

“Bad dream Amore, I’ll be ok.” You quirked a brow at him, you didn’t believe him a bit, he looked unmoored; his cool exterior rattled in a way you’d never seen before.

“I don't know that I believe you darling, but I’m patient. I’ll wait until you’re ready to tell me. For now, what do you need?” He stroked your cheek and his eyes softened as he took you in. “You, just you.”

He had you in his arms and was carrying you back towards the bed immediately, soft kisses pressed to his hair as you let your hands slide around his neck. He needed this, just the closeness and love only you could provide would be enough to bring him the peace he needed. Spread out on his mattress you looked like an angel, the glow of the city illuminating your body as he undressed you in the moonlight. “Love me Rafi, let me make it better baby.” He felt a shiver roll down his spine as he sprawls across your body, chests pressed together as he takes your face in his hands and kisses you softly. You sigh as he becomes more urgent, tongue mingling with yours as his palms slide down your sides to grip your hips, pressing his hard length against you and groaning low in his throat.

You whine at the feeling, grinding your hips down into his to get more, it will never be enough until he’s filled you, but ever the tease he plays your body like a well loved instrument until he has you panting and writhing into the mattress. His cologne, the heat from his skin, the filthy words he whispers as he brings you to the edge with his hands and mouth become almost too much to bear, it has you begging him to fuck you and he can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up, his sweet girl reduced to tears over the pleasure he gives. It’s euphoric, knowing he can get you like this. No one else gets to have you this way, only him.

“You want my cock, cariño? Look at you, so good for me. Mi hermoso, mi corazón, I love you. You’re everything to me. Tell me you want it sweet angel, I’ll give you what you need.” His words felt like a brand on your skin, your heart so full for this man, he was otherworldly, truly a gift. He brought his mouth back to yours, nipping at your bottom lip as you bucked up into his hand, you couldn’t form the words it was all too much and yet you needed so much more. “Daddy please, please fuck me- need you close” you stuttered out and he freed himself from his briefs. oh he was mouth watering, toned chest slick from sweat, your eyes followed the trail of chest hair down his happy trail, whimper escaping you as you took in his thick cock in his hand, pumping slowly with mirth in his gaze as he watched you squirm. He would never admit it to anyone, but he really did love it when you called him daddy, the age gap wasn’t even that large honestly, but something about it made him impossibly harder for you, and he couldn’t be bothered to hold himself back anymore.

“Beautiful girl, you make me crazy you know that?” He said as he ran himself through your folds slowly, deliberately, before sinking himself into you and watching as your back arched off the mattress. Sliding his arms under your back he slams himself into you, setting a brutal pace that has you crying and shaking in his hold. So good, it feels so good, and he knows neither of you are going to last long at all. Pressing his thumb to your clit he watches as your release shudders through you, your pussy pulling him in like a vice and he comes deep, moaning your name against your mouth like a prayer.

You both fall asleep like that, connected as intimately as possible, and the nightmares stay away for another night. When morning comes he’ll shrug it off as if it was nothing; but in the back of his mind he’ll be making a list to update his and your security at work, and holding you a little closer than usual before he leaves for the office. It won’t ever fully leave his mind, but little moments of peace with you will make it worthwhile.

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The OurCats team (a play on "outcast") unites characters bound by a common trait: rebellion against established rules.

OurCats is more than just a team; it's a group of unique fairies united by a desire to break the rules and live on their own terms. They are linked by a rebellious spirit and a yearning for freedom, a pursuit for which each has paid a price.

Kuro (20): (Silhouette in the art) For now, a mystery shrouded in darkness. Soon we will learn what brought this fairy to the ranks of OurCats.

Its founder is Alisa, a former angel, a fairy of cold flame.

Alisa (20): Alisa was Niru's guardian angel, but, demanding freedom, she went against the heavenly system. Alisa's banishment caused Niru's misfortune – an accident that cost him an arm and part of his memory. In the world of Magix, Alisa became Niru's caregiver, striving to be his true friend, sister, and protector.

Alisa reluctantly speaks of her past. Before life in the mortal world, she lived in the spirit world, born to a mortal mother – a keeper of cold flame. War destroyed their kingdom, and only those with magical energy entered the spirit world, gaining an angelic form. In Magix, Alisa finally unleashed her magical abilities.

Alisa is a hyperactive and cheerful girl, yet surprisingly modest. Her emotions bubble, bursting out in bright flashes of laughter (often nervous), irritation, or sudden embarrassment. An inability to control herself leads her to accidentally overstep boundaries or say something inappropriate, after which she instantly retreats into silent awkwardness. This expressiveness is her defining characteristic: Alisa expresses joy with leaps, and irritation with a torrent of rapid speech and clumsy jokes.

Sometimes an evening's joy is followed by a whole day of worrying about looking foolish. She sincerely strives to connect with everyone and is deeply upset if she fails. Awkwardness is her constant companion: falls, clumsy words that make her self-conscious – all part of her character.

Alisa's paradox lies in her love for brightness and brilliance: she adores cartoons and horror movies, hates fashion, but enjoys creating her own unique looks, using glitter and pastel eyeshadow, drawing patterns underneath, while avoiding full makeup.

She loves 2000s fashion but hates stilettos.

Her transformation outfit is pink and coral.

Emberly (19): A blue-eyed blonde with a bob haircut, a fairy of jewels and an heiress to the royal family, but she has no desire to be a princess.

This glamorous and active busybody, who adores dancing, dreams of becoming a dancer on a television show. Her cheerful and friendly nature is sometimes hidden behind a mask of arrogance – a tactic developed in childhood to protect herself from pressure. Despite this, Emberly respects herself and her freedom. Her wardrobe is an explosion of blues and pinks: trendy tops, mini-skirts with short leggings, bracelets, earrings, and sneakers.

Emberly can be too loud, although she tries to follow etiquette – childhood traumas prevent her from always controlling this. She's squeamish, afraid of insects and reptiles, loves gossip, horoscopes, and elaborate schemes.

Despite her craving for attention, she doesn't put herself above others. Her mischievous and goofy nature unexpectedly combines with the ability to roll her eyes and point out someone else's foolishness, making her resemble a typical princess (it's best not to mention this!). Sometimes she's a total tomboy!

Emberly's magical outfit is a blue shorts and mid-sole boots.

Sylvia (Syl, 19): A fairy of liquids, with blue-green eyes and red hair accented with yellow streaks. A former witch, banished from Pixieville for experimenting with blood magic on pixies. This experience, however, gave her a unique bond with the elf, Uni, who shares her love of mischief and adores fashion.

Syl is an intelligent high-achiever, but her sharpness and penchant for sarcasm hide her loyalty to her friends. She dreams of completely controlling her magic, including manipulating liquids and the blood magic available to her during the full moon. Her everyday look is a sleeveless rainbow sweater and a denim skirt.

She adores toads and frogs, constantly bringing them to her room after walks and training in the swamps. However, they invariably escape, and Syl loses them.

The girl is quick-tempered, but tries not to cross the line, limiting herself to barbs and cutting remarks. At other times, she might unexpectedly crack a joke, consult with her friends, or sincerely share something personal. She treats those close to her with respect, genuinely ashamed of her outbursts, although admitting this is difficult for her.

Sylvia strives to achieve maximum power to prove to everyone that she's not crazy or weird, as many believe. Although… maybe she is a little weird, but also powerful!

Her transformation outfit is emerald green, with a short skirt and boots.

Arian (18): A fairy of nightmares, a dark-skinned girl with white and coral hair. Unlike the others, Arian is the most level-headed member of the team. A former royal guard, she was banished because of the power of her magic, capable of harming those around her.

Arian is straightforward, kind, responsive, and sometimes amusingly pedantic. Her love of glamour contrasts with her rationality.

From a wealthy family, Arian adores luxury and glamour, yet remains sincere and natural. She's ready to support and advise, although she rarely asks for help, considering herself strong and without weaknesses. Her pride and joy is a pink limousine, which, however, she can't drive. When nervous, Arian heavily applies lipstick.

Brave and responsible, she isn't squeamish unless it threatens her expensive dresses and impeccable manicure; her hair is always perfectly styled. For Arian, a true beauty is someone who can stand up for themselves.

Therefore, she rejects any advances. Her goal is to be glamorous for herself and everyone, not for someone's attention. Even in critical situations, she strives to maintain calm and composure.

A former royal guard, Arian was banished after her powers were deemed too dangerous and traumatic for others. Skilled in combat, she prefers to fight with her feet to avoid damaging her manicure. At night, Arian accumulates the nightmares of those near her in her amulet. The stronger the nightmare, the more powerful the monster she can materialize from it in reality.

The presence of witches in her family has resulted in a partially dark nature to her magic, considered light only due to her fairy lineage. Arian herself doesn't want to be a witch, despising the mundane magic and tasteless fashion of witches.

Her transformation outfit is a vibrant purple suit with long boots.

Together, these five fairies form the unique OurCats team, ready to challenge the world, protecting their freedom and friendship.

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★ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊. + 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. with Ethan being the poor loser virgin that he was, the boy just couldn't help but have some weird fantasies about you taking his virginity.

─── ☆ notes. new pathetic whiny man to obsess over added to the list, i haven't even seen the full movie yet which is why this is more fantasy au instead of anything related to the canon plot . | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

─── ☆ length. 1.3k (10 min read) .

Ethan had the skill of using his thoughts to escape the comforts of his own made-up reality, more commonly known as daydreaming.

He would find himself slouched against any surface, lost in his own dazed thoughts, making up little scenarios that would often leak into his dreams.

Maybe that was why Ethan had liked sleeping so much, mastering the skill of falling asleep every time he would crawl into bed and let his head lay against his pillow.

Just to get back to his fantasy world, he knew that in no actual reality would he find you sitting on his lap.

In real life, you were just friends; having met Ethan through the same group of friends, the feelings that he had for you only seemed to fester more and more, overflowing like a bubbling pot.

He was too nervous to even make eye contact with you, yet here you were, the main character starring in all his fantasies.

well, not the totally normal human version of you, but some sort of demon version at least. Your brown ebony skin, now a dark red, as your eyes glowed a misty light orange, and you had to protrude two small dark horns coming from your temple.

Smothered under your weight resting down, you straddled his hips as your arms steadied yourself with your hands against his chest.

It took Ethan a few blinks to realize the reason he had been panting for air as if he had been taking his last breath. Being covered in a thin layer of sweat, which almost melted into the bedsheets from how on fire his body had felt with the spark of pleasure that had flooded through his system all at once.

The dream had felt so realistic—the thump of his heart in his ears, how soft your abnormal skin had felt against the rough pads of his fingers, almost massaging your pelvis as you slowly rolled your hips against his erection.

Ethan felt like he was dying. That had to be the only way to explain why he felt like every section of his body was burning from the inside, like something inside of him was building up to burst out at any second, as if your touch was coaxing something to escape from his pitiful little body.

In addition to your demon-like features, the clothes you wore were normal in the theme of your usual set of clothes, but just below the sag of your gym shorts peeked a lewd mark of some sort of unidentifiable symbol of some sort that seemed to shine the same color as your eyes.

The symbol on your skin matching one had been embodied into his skin in the same place, just above his happy trail.

the way that they had beamed brighter together in sync, almost like the two were intertwined in the appearance that something was flowing through you, and whatever it was had to be the reason he felt the way he did.

Your eyes had caught his graze, another hammer of his heart beating rapidly against his chest as his tongue dragged over the bottom of his lip by nervous habit.

Your gaze held something completely different, other than the obvious change in appearance.

It was the glint in the way your eyes seemed so alluring that had his hips stuttering to bring some sort of relief to the throbbing problem in his sweatpants.

You leaned in closer, the peek of your breast exposed from the low cut of your loose shirt, making him swallow thickly under your stare. A sharp smile had spread across your lips.

Ethan should have found it worrying.

Alarms should have been ringing in his head, telling him how weird his virgin subconscious was forming some type of freaky monster sex fantasy about his crush.

But there was a bigger part of him that refused to think about anything other than wanting to bury his cock inside of you.

He had almost felt drunk on this new strange feeling, his lips parting and him panting as your foreheads touched, "Awe, you're burning up, Ethan."

Just the mere sound of your voice had his hip lifting from the mattress, your tone going straight to his dick.

"It…feels weird…" He had finally managed to stutter from his mouth, he wasn’t in agonizing pain, but the amount of discomfort he had from you teasing his rock hard erection was enough to bring him to tears.

He shuffled under your weight to ease the deep, boiling feeling coiling in his lower stomach. "I know, baby, I know, I'm gonna make it all go away, okay?" A whine pulled from his throat from the reassurance, the brush of your hands against his cheek.

Watching your lips form with every word, thinking about how much he had wanted your mouth around his cock, the small embrace had him aching all over for you.

"Please," Ethan begged, his tongue suddenly feeling too big for his mouth. "Touch me, please."

A sigh of relief sounds from his lips as your hand trails down his torso straight towards his erection, reaching below the elastic of his briefs and freeing him, greeting the thigh clenching sight of his veiny hilt.

Sitting between his legs, you could feel the tenseness of his leg muscles twitch as you lean down to press a wet kiss against his puffy tip, Ethan shivering at the sight of your tongue poking from your mouth and stealing a taste of the precum that coated your lips as if you were first taking a sample.

His heart started to thump against his chest, the beat of his heart ringing through his ears.

A pained whine tugged from his throat as his hips arched once your mouth had finally engulfed the head of his cock, and he was keen at the feeling of your warm tongue tracing down along the underside of his veiny length all while you never broke eye contact with him.

“S–shit,” The hum of your mouth around him had him stretching out his arms for a fistful of the blanket.

A whimper parted from his lips once your hands guided his to the back of your head, letting him ground himself with a fistful of your hair.

His hips thrusting up from the mattress seemed to be on their own, fucking your throat, trying to chase the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that came from the rawness of fucking the back of your throat.

But then there was a pause, with Ethan coming to a trembling halt, his chest rising and falling from his panting breath. "Um, can—is it okay if I do it inside?" His voice was small and filled with concern as if his cock was already down your throat.

Your lashes fluttered from processing the question. The small bob of your head and the way you continued to take him all the way were more than enough confirmation to have Ethan go back to rolling his hips into your mouth.

With one more buck of his hips, holding down your head with one harsh thrust, it was all the warning you could get for Ethan’s abrupt orgasm as he came down your throat.

It took a moment for clarity to finally kick in. Ethan’s hands stopped moving from your hair to gently caress your face with an adored look plastered all over his blown pupils and his face flushed a tint of pink.

"I—I think I'm in love with you," he whispers as he watches you crawl up his chest, settling just below his still erect dick.

Ethan shivered at the sigh of your sharp fangs poking from your gums and the stretch of your gleeful smile as your tongue dragged over the sharp canines before leaning in close enough to press a trail of kisses up his neck.

"Wanna put it in me now?" Your question being the only thing to knock around in his head and having your mouth so close to his ear so erotically.

Ethan actually whined at the abruptness enough to knock him out of whatever bliss he had felt just seconds ago, his eyes shooting up and sitting up with an uncomfortable groan.

The wet mess in his underwear as he peered from under his blankets at his morning issues.

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