#the way he didn't hesitate and went for BLOOD on that man makes me so fucking mentally ill

[liliesdiary]

Waking Up Daryl Dixon

Summary: you thank the older man for saving your life in a special way..

Words: 1.8k

Warning: slight dubcon, throat fucking, somnophilia, mention of bruises, age gap, reader is not Hershel's daughter but a daughter of a farmer, Hershel and the Greene's don't exist in this fic and they seek shelter on a different farm, Sophia isn't lost and Carl isn't shot (I'm sorry if this isn't good.. I haven't written smut in a while..)

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You weren't an innocent farm girl but everyone thought you were. The girl that picked berries and danced in the stream by your father's farm. Ever since the apocalypse you were never able to dance in the stream alone again, your father never let you. A strange group sought to take shelter shortly after the apocalypse began, there were several of them but there was this one man that caught your eye. He looked a bit dirty yet you didn't mind, his muscles were covered in dirt yet it made you want him. You always loved a masculine man, one that could take care of you and isn't afraid to get dirty.

They spent days at your farm, you baked and served them food daily out of the kindness of your heart but one of the main reasons was to get closer to him. You learnt that his name was Daryl Dixon and that he had recently lost his brother. He was never with his group, he always looked so lonely. You wanted to comfort him. You always tried to get closer to his little camp outside your farm near the stream. You baked him sweets and left them by his tent since he never wanted to talk to you. You asked your father if you could visit the stream again if Daryl could watch you. Your kind father asked Daryl if he could watch you for him, Daryl hesitated at first but agreed.

You were excited and out of your most see through dress, you basically hopped to the stream like a cute bunny. You saw the man watching you from afar, he looked interested. You saw the way he looked at you, the way he scanned your body in that see through dress of yours. You went into the water and pretended like you didn't notice the man staring at you. You hummed and played with your hair, you danced and closed your eyes as you enjoyed the nice water.

That wet white dress hugged tightly around your body, making the shy man blush, he continued to stare as his pants grew tighter around his bulge. Your tits were bouncing as you danced, of course that was your intention. Your nipples hardened as he watched you, staring at your nipples that were begging to be touched and played with. He wanted to take you right there and fuck you into the mud, stain your pretty white dress and tear it right off of you. He got closer to the stream, you pretended to not notice as you bent down to touch the water, that see through dress hid nothing.

He got closer and closer, he was so in a trace with your body that he didn't realize there was a walker getting closer to you as well. He snapped out of it and grabbed his knife and drove it hard into the walker's skull, you gasped and fell into the water, staring at the muscular man and his knife that was covered in walker skull bits and blood. You have never been so turned on in your life.

“Are ye okay, pumpkin?” The man asked you as he held you up, his calloused hand wrapped around your pretty waist.

“Yes, thank you sir, thank you for saving my life.”, you thanked him as you stared into his dark blue eyes. Your body was hungry for him.

“No need to thank me, sweet girl.”, he looked at your soft breasts through your wet dress and gulped. You looked down and noticed a cut on his hand that was already bandaged yet looked infected.

“What happened to your hand? Let my father treat you sir, it's what he would want after you just saved my life, please let me take you inside.” you grabbed his hand gently and wanted to kiss it.

“It's okay, I don't need any help.” he says as he withdrew his hand away and turnt back to his camp, you stopped him and begged him once again, “please sir, it looks infected, it could get worse. let my father treat you please, he wouldn't mind.”

Daryl paused for a second, looking at your pretty eyes that softened his heart. “Fine, let's go before another walker comes.”

You smiled and led him back to your house, you told your father that he had saved you, he gladly gave Daryl the guest room and treated his hand, thanking him for saving his daughter. He wasn't very talkative yet accepted the room. He slept in there peacefully, he didn't want to admit it but the soft cold bed was so much better than his tent away from everyone. He kept thinking about you, the young farm girl, he touched himself to the thought of you. He always thought you were nice, bringing him sweets yet he didn't believe you were genuine at first. He thought you were just pretending to care for him, yet when he stared into your beautiful eyes as you were worried about his wound, he fell in love.

You baked him sweets again the next morning, you wanted to wake him up to a thank you treat. You walked in without knocking and saw him peacefully asleep. You quietly walked closer and thought of another way to thank him for saving your life. You closed the door and locked it, you were never allowed to lock the doors in the house yet you wanted this badly. You took off your clothes and the cold air in the room made your nipples hard. You crawled onto the floor slowly and slowly took the blanket off of him. He already had a bulge, a wet dream perhaps?

You hoped it was about you, you saw the way he stared at you, getting closer as you pretended to not notice. You knew he wanted to fuck you. You were no virgin, you weren't innocent. One of the things you loved the most in the word was getting fucked, especially getting fucked by men older than you. You touched his bulge gently, making him groan in his sleep.

You licked his clothed bulge, you can feel it twitching against your wet tongue. You slowly pulled his zipper down, reaching into his pants and pulling his cock out. It was big, bigger than what you usually can take yet this wasn't gonna stop you from getting what you want. You started to lick his hard cock, he was hairy yet you didn't mind, you loved the smell of a man.

He groaned at the sensation of your tongue against his hardened member, squirming in his sleep and moaning. You smiled and looked at him lustfully. He turned over to his side, his hardened cock closer to your face. Your wet cunt was dripping all over the floor. You grabbed his cock and started to jerk him off into your mouth, licking the tip and slowly taking him into your mouth. He tasted so good, you wanted more. You took his whole cock into your mouth, you can feel the tip touching the back of your throat. You wanted nothing more than for him to wake up and fuck your throat.

His eyes start to open, moaning at the feeling of your warm throat. He gasps and his eyes widen at the sight of your naked body on the floor for him, taking his cock slowly into your mouth. You give him a small smile, licking his cock as he moans.

“What the hell are ya doing? Yer dad would kill me for this.” He says as he moans and squirms.

“Please sir, I just want to thank you for saving my life. Please let me thank you, please use me however you want. My dad won't know sir.” You say with your eyes that scream fuck me.

He hesitates, you were impatient and dripping all over the floor. You climbed on top of him, “Please sir, I know you want me.” You grab his rough hand and make him touch your soft breasts that were yearning for his touch.

He groans at the sight of your body so close to his, his hardened cock stood tall between you two. He stared at your pretty lips, they would look so pretty covered in his cum, he thought. He knew he shouldn't do this but his lust won and he grabbed your neck gently and kissed your lips roughly. He noticed your hair was nicely braided, he grabbed your braids and told you to get back on the floor. He stood up and took his pants off, desperately wanting to be down your throat already. You stuck your tongue out as you waited for him to fuck your throat.

He grabbed your braids and fucked your throat, gently at first yet slowly getting more rough with each thrust into your warm throat. “Fuck.” He groans. “Ya feel so fuckin good.”

Your doe eyes stare at him as he bruised the back of your throat, you missed this so much, this is what you needed, to be used as a fuck doll by him. He pounded your throat as he held onto your braids, your pink ribbons were being pulled on as well, using them as handles for your pretty little head as he ruined you. You gagged and your pretty little bambi eyes form tears, you loved this.

Your gags were like music to his ears, making him get harder and harder. The sight of your pretty little eyes crying, your soft breasts bouncing with each rough thrust, the sounds of your gags and the struggle to breathe made him get lost in his pleasure. Your tongue roamed around his cock as he let go of your braids and grabbed your skull. your ribbons had fallen off and fell onto the floor, his hands were so big around your skull it made your pussy drip even more. His grip around your skull was tight as he pounded into you.

His body twitched with each thrust, his soft moans grew louder as he got closer. He came deep inside your throat, causing you to gag yet you knew to be a good girl and to swallow. His warm seed tasted good and you swallowed as much as you could. Precum and cum stained your pretty baby pink plump lips as he pulled out, cum was dripping from your chin and nose. You both pant as he grabs your chin gently and stares at your face covered in his cum.

“You're such a good girl, such a naughty little slut.” He says as he stares at your pretty face, spreading his warm cum all over your face with his thumb.

“Thank you sir, can we please do this again?”, you say as you start to get dressed, you can hear your dad coming inside the house. Your throat was in pain and you loved it, most likely bruised too and you loved bruises.

“Of course, little doll. Come back again tonight and i'll stretch that wet hole of yours, your wet cunt dripping all over the floor is begging to be fucked anyways.”

[willsimpforanyone]

Could you do a percy x nike!reader where the reader challenges percy to a sword fight and percy loses and the readers all cocky about it. And then percy decides to teach the reader a lesson and doesnt stop fucking her till she says hes a winner and like since reader is competitive she gets overstimulated? I need therapy what the hell is this ask

bestie we all need therapy here don't worry ur safe here

i'm gonna do an established relationship because it's just easier that way, and this is a she/her reader with feminine terms used

percy is a little bit of a mean dom, but he still checks in with the reader to make sure she's okay

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The man at the end of my blade was glowering at me like it was his job.

Percy's green eyes were reflecting in the shine of my sword, but I didn't need a mirror to know my smile was even brighter. I tapped the flat of the sword against his jaw.

"Sorry, babe, look like you need a little more practice," I grin, nodding towards a pair of 8 year olds fighting with blunted blades. "Maybe you should ask them for help?"

He rolled his eyes, capping Riptide and knocking my sword away from him. "I went easy on you."

I sheathed my sword at my side, raising my eyebrows at him in disbelief and smirking. "No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did," Percy hisses, and I laugh at the behaviour of a stroppy teenager coming from my boyfriend of 20 years old.

Walking over to the burning offering bowl at the entrance to the arena, I drop in a little something as a 'thank you' to Nike. "You're drenched in sweat, you put actual effort into that fight, you're just bitter that someone might be able to beat you."

Rolling his eyes again so far back in his head I'm sure he's about to give himself a headache, Percy slings his arm over my shoulders as we walk to his cabin. "You're my girlfriend, I had to let you win, I'm a gentleman like that."

"Bullshit!" I cackle at his obvious attempts to dismiss his loss, but that would mean dismissing my victory and I would never have allowed that. "I'm a child of Victory incarnate, did you really think you could win when I have the spirit of winning in my blood?"

"We get it, you won, the whole world gets it," he sighs, dragging his feet. "Can you shut up about this now?"

I shake my head, still grinning like the fattest cat that had the cream already and has just discovered the can of tuna. "Absolutely not, I think it would be basically blasphemy if I were to stop talking about my victory over the most powerful demigod of our generation, mother would strike me down where I stand."

"Sounds like I'll just have to make you shut up." Percy drags me inside his cabin, slamming the door behind us and shoving me against the wall. His hand comes behind my head so I don't smack it on the wall and the butterflies in my stomach go insane at the caring gesture even when I'm pissing him off.

I barely have time to open my mouth before his lips are on mine, stealing any words I was about to say. My hands fly to the back of his head, keeping him kissing me and tangling in his slightly sweaty black hair. He perpetually tastes like sea salt and I moan very quietly.

It takes a second for my brain to kick into gear again, but I smirk against his lips and whisper into his mouth. "You'll have to do better than that, loser."

Percy growls. "Oh, I plan to."

The wall is suddenly no longer behind me and I shriek in surprise and glee as he drags me to throw me onto the bed, immediately pouncing on me and pinning me to the bed. His fingers work deftly to undo my belt and he sets my belt and sword carefully on the floor, along with my shoes.

Now free to do as he pleases, he dips his head into the crook of my neck, yanking at my sweatpants and dragging his nails down my legs along with the waistband, throwing them off. Without hesitation, he strips me of my underwear and I moan, a permanent smile living on my face.

"This feels more like a reward than a punishment, I won't lie," I smirk, leaning up on my elbows and looking up at him.

"No one asked for your opinion," he sighs, promptly shoving two of his fingers in my mouth. "Use your tongue for something worthwhile, hm?"

Unable to do anything else, I wrap my lips around his fingers, sucking and covering them in saliva. I teasingly bob my head a little, looking him directly in the eyes and taking his fingers as deep into my mouth as I can.

He smirks, shaking his head at my obscene behaviour. "Dirty girl." He pulls his hand away, inspecting his spit-covered fingers. "Good enough."

Clearly determined to render me incapable of speech, he immediately swirls his middle finger over my clit. My whole body jerks, upper body almost thrown forward at the sudden sensation. "Shit-"

Percy grins, drawing delicate but deliberate circles and radiating smugness. "Nothing to say? Is that all it takes to make you shut your smart mouth?"

Well, I couldn't let him think he'd won this round. I swallow harshly, flicking my hair out my eyes and smirking. "I could suck your dick if you wanted," I breathe out, voice thick with condescension. "Sort of a participation prize."

He scowls, and pushes two fingers into my pussy. The sudden feeling shoots through my body like electricity and I gasp, one hand flying to grip at his wrist. My head gets thrown backwards and a low moan comes from low in my throat.

His digits pump in and out at a speed I wasn't expecting and for a good minute, there are no words in my head. Not a single thought, just pleasure vibrating my bones and removing my ability to think.

"There we go," he purrs, other hand rubbing gently over my hip and stomach. "The attitude was unnecessary, huh?"

I laugh breathlessly, one hand gripping the wrist of the hand abusing my now-soaking pussy, the other raking through my hair. "I... I still won..."

"For fucks' sake-" Percy shuffles down the bed until his head rests between my legs. No ceremony, no anticipation, just his tongue against my clit as his fingers crook and stroke at my velvety walls.

The sudden increase in stimulation drags me bodily into my climax, orgasm rocking through my body and rendering me speechless. I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my long, drawn out moans... and then my squeak of surprise as he doesn't stop.

"P-Percy?" I stutter, hips instinctively twitching away from him under his relentless attack.

Instead of answering, his eyes simply flick up to meet mine with a filthy smirk on his lips. His fingers don't stop, tongue lapping up my come as he scissors me open slightly. My thighs start trembling, and the hand that was over my mouth finds its home twisted into Percy's hair as he buries his face between my legs.

He doesn't let up, working his jaw and tongue over and into me. My sensitivity has every nerve on edge and it takes a slightly humiliatingly short length of time for my next orgasm to flood through me.

To his credit, Percy doesn't protest at the definitely painful grip I have on his head, withdrawing his fingers and cleaning me up with his tongue. Shakily, I lean back up on my elbows and look down at him, panting slightly.

"Whoa," I breathe, pulling him up from between my legs and pressing a messy, sloppy kiss to his lips. Then, because I really, truly do not know how to shut up... "Hell of a reward, baby, I'm glad you admitted I won."

The growl of frustration comes from low in his ribcage and with a delicious shiver, I realise I've fucked up.

"Admit I went easy on you." His voice is right in my ear, and without looking I know he's stripping down, the sound so familiar I instinctively part my legs like a Pavlov effect.

I shake my head, still panting and still trembling. "No, you didn't, I won fair and square, I beat you."

To his credit and my utter adoration, he pauses as he slips a condom on and looks directly at me. "Are you okay?" He asks, voice soft and sweet.

I kiss him quickly and nod. "Mhm, yeah, I'm okay."

The sudden switch back is unbearably attractive and he nudges his cock against my sensitive folds, the tip nestling just barely inside. "You're my girlfriend, I would feel bad if I won every single time we fought," he hisses. "I was being sweet and you're throwing it in my face." His cock slips in just an inch.

I'm already clenching down on him, feeling my own wetness trailing down over my ass. It's a struggle to be coherent when my whole body is poised to feel him. "N-No, you weren't, I won, you're just being a bitch."

Another inch inside and I gasp, every sense heightened and nails clinging into his shoulders desperately. "Say I let you win."

I shake my head, but I'm beginning to forget what this faux-fight was about. "Mm-mm, never."

Percy clamps a preemptive hand over my mouth and shoves himself completely inside me, my pussy swallowing him whole. My eyes roll back in my head and I cry out into his palm, feeling deliciously, perfectly full and I'm pretty sure my brain starts leaking out of my ears.

"Then I'll fuck the words out of you," he murmurs into my ear. His other hand pins my hips to the bed as he starts pounding into me. I couldn't stop my body moving if I had the presence of mind to try, forcibly being dragged through overstimulation into that place where nothing else exists but Percy and the feeling of him inside me.

"Come on, baby," he coos, voice slightly unsteady. "Say it, and I won't drag another three orgasms from you."

That... that would break me. I'm out of my mind with just the two, I can't imagine how little I would function after five.

I can already feel my third orgasm building shakily in my lower stomach, pussy fluttering and convulsing around Percy's cock as he keeps up his rhythm. My pride wars with my common sense, wanting to stick to my victory versus knowing how utterly dedicated Percy can be at wringing orgasm after orgasm out of my poor body.

Percy adjusts my hips slightly and the angle knocks my pride out of my head. My lips form the words against his palm still over my mouth and he smirks, moving the hand to tangle his fingers in my hair.

"Something to say, gorgeous?"

I mumble the words, eyes closed and voice shaking.

Percy shakes his head. "What was that? A little louder for me, baby."

"...you went easy on me," I moan out, cheeks bright red and hands coming to hide my face. I don't need to see the smug fucking grin on his stupid handsome face, I already know it's there.

"Oh, good girl," he purrs, hips unrelenting against mine and sneaking a hand in between our bodies to thumb over my clit. "Just give me one more, one more and I'll stop, can you do that?"

I nod, clinging to him and moaning against his shoulder. "Mhm, I can d-do that."

"Good girl, I know you can," he murmurs, voice soft and burying his head into my neck. "It's okay, I've got you."

His switch to sweetness and patience sends my head reeling and I fall apart under him, muffling my scream of his name by biting into his shoulder. It only takes a few more thrusts and his hips stutter and still, a low choked moan smothered into my neck as he comes, filling up the condom.

Coherency is a distant memory and I can only focus on breathing, senses swamped with Percy. He litters kisses over my neck and jaw, whispering praise into my skin that I can barely focus on.

I whine in discomfort as he pulls out of me and he kisses me hard as a distraction, only moving away from me for a moment as he discards the condom before returning. He lays on the bed with me, wrapping me up in his arms and snuggling both of us under the bedsheets.

"Hey, you," he whispers, kissing the crown of my head. "How're you feeling?"

I respond in mumbles and nuzzling my face into his neck. Percy laughs softly, nodding and stroking up and down my spine.

"It's okay, that was too hard of a question right now, my bad."

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god i hope this was good, thank you for requesting!

[rxzilvia]

niki smut when he’s the bodyguard of the mafia’s daughter + to write about his new haircuttt!!! he’s doing it on purpose to tease us. bro knows he’s hot 😔✋🏻

Fr fr, he knows, I've been screaming at that god damn pic for so fucking long 😭

You're off limits but so are my feelings..

Requested?: yes

Warnings: suggestive, fluff, making out, violence, swearing, smut, eventual smut, mdni, backshots?, if I missed anything feel free to tell me <3

Riki, your cold bodyguard that your father got you who cant understand you're 18 and an adult now..

First time your father mentioned getting you a bodyguard.. you never tought he'll be this hot.. which makes you take everything you said back..

Meeting Riki and getting along wasn't an issue.. except.. the getting along part.. he was cold.. pretty cold.. colder then the antarctic..

But you'll break that coldness of that hot motherfucker no matter what it takes.. a kiss.. or some pussy..

Right now you were getting ready for a girls night out, all of you will meet at the bar and since it was nice and fresh outside you wanted to walk

Which Riki was pretty hesitant to and insisted on taking the SUV but all it took was some teasing to get on this hot man's nerves..

"Damn.. what? Scared of dark maybe?"

Riki scoffed at that.. and 20 minutes later the two of you were walking side by side to the club

As you were walking it was pretty chilly and you didn't mind.. until.. someone pulled you into an alley way..

Riki immediately got alarmed and went in right after the guy, there he saw him with a knife to your throat, pinning you against the wall

This made Riki's blood boil as he took his gun out and pointed at the guy

"Move. Now."

The guy scoffed and as he was about to cut your throat Riki fired a bullet at him making him drop death to the ground, Riki put his gun back and rushed over to you, cupping tour cheek

"Are you okay?.."

You were looking up at him.. damn was he tall- you slowly nodded, a blush creeping onto your face as he was cupping your cheek

"yeah.."

He noticed and retreated his hand

"Ah.. sorry.."

As he was about to walk away, expecting you to follow him you grabbed his wristz turning him around

That suprised him a bit but the thing that suprised him more is you putting his hand back onto your cheek..

As you both gazed into each other's eyes you started leaning in unconsciously and before you knew it your lips were connected in a soft kiss

His lips felt soft against your and you swore you couldn't get enough.. it was wrong but it felt right, after a hot minute Riki pulled away, resting his forehead against yours

"You're off limits.. but my feelings have limits too.."

You smiled before you pecked his lips softly.. maybe.. this is a start of something.. or.. maybe not.. off limits..

(Yes it is a start of something cus I'm fucking blind)

A week later Riki was waiting in your father's office since he ordered him to come in that he had something to talk about and Riki had to obey

As you were about to see your father, you walked into his office only to spot Riki also waiting

"oh.. hey.. did you see my dad?"

He shook his head

"no.. I'm also waiting for him.. he called me in today but he still hasn't came"

You nodded and sat down next to Riki, leaning your head on his shoulder making him smile slightly and wrap an arm around you

You looked up at him with those beautiful doe eyes he fell in love the night before..

"I missed you.."

You mutter out and all he could do was smile and say the simple 4 words back

"I missed you too.."

You lean in to peck his plump kissable lips and he kissed back, as your lips move against each other.. softly it becomes a heated make out sesh.. and before you know it you're bent over your father's work desk

Riki kisses down your bare back as he punds into you from behind, it feels like he is splitting you apart.. and you love it

As your moans become louder and louder he covers your mouth to muffle your moans

"shh baby.. don't want your dad hearing me wreck this pussy don't you?.."

Fuck that turned you on so bed, you clenched around him and bit into his palm, the way he pounded you tight little cunt was fucking unreal

"fuck baby.. clench like that again and I might just cum.."

This lasted for a good look while, Riki could feel that familiar feeling in his gutz he was ready to cum

"fuck baby.."

He pulled out and jerked himself off a couple of times before spilling his cum all over your pretty arched back.. and not a second after you came too

He smiled and tucked himsefl back into his pants before cleaning you up with tissues and sitting you down on the couch

"mm.. love you~"

[nino-rox]

KEEHO x Male Bottom Reader | S

Content Warning : NSFW Gay Smut, sexual themes, Top Keeho and Bottom Male Reader, unprotected sex (please use protection)

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post

(NOT PROOF READ)

My eyes were still tired, even though the sun was beaming through the blinds. I had the worst headache ever and felt so sick, as if I were in a hangover.

I groaned, turning on my side to grab a pillow, an action that unexpectedly hurt. My whole body ached. I slowly opened my eyes, looking over to the window, I squinted my eyes, as I felt an arm drape over my side.

What?

I looked over and saw an unfamiliar figure lying in bed beside me.

A man?

I blinked.

This has to be a dream.

I rubbed my eyes and turned around, the pain from my bottom made me gasp.

My stomach dropped, I didn't have a single clue what happened last night. I remembered going to a frat party with a couple of friends and then...

Oh god.

I had sex with him, didn't I?

The realization came to me like a wave.

How much did I drink last night?

I had a feeling I would never remember.

I was naked, the other man was also naked, and he was so close to me that I could smell his sweet scent. We were both now laying facing each other as he slept soundly.

He looked peaceful, and honestly, he was kind of crazy hot, but I had no idea who this was or why he was in my bed.

I tried to wake him up but was too scared to shake him.

I slowly removed his arm from me and got out of bed. I looked down and winced at the pain, my thighs were covered in purple and blue hickies and my bottom had the same coloring, only, they were bigger and redder.

I sighed and turned around to find my phone. It was on the nightstand. I went to grab it but accidentally bumped into the table, causing the lamp to fall off and the other man to jump awake.

I yelped, and we both froze, staring at each other.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I realized that he had a morning wood.

The man sat up, the blanket falling off his body and landing on floor.

We continued to stare at each other, unable to move or say anything.

"How was your night sexy?" He finally asked.

I hesitated, "Oh, uhm...,” his very visible hard on wasn’t helping. I didn’t know what to say or what to do.

The other man chuckled, "Don't tell me you don't remember. You were pretty drunk last night.

"Did we-"

"Fuck? Yeah, you were quite loud. I don't think your neighbors will be very happy about it."

I didn't know what to say.

"Do you not remember?"

I shook my head, "No."

"Damn, I wanted you to remember," the other man sighed, "well, since we both woke up like this, why don't we help each other out? Help you remember,” he said smirking, "come back to bed."

"Wait-"

But before I could finish, the other man grabbed my hand and pulled me back into bed.

I gasped as he kissed me, his lips were so soft, and the feeling of his warm tongue exploring my mouth sent shivers down my spine.

He pinned me down and I could feel his morning wood rub against me.

He smirked at my reaction, "you’re so hard, you want more, huh? Then let's have some more fun," he whispered, and started kissing my neck. As if instinctively, I tilted my head, and the man started biting and licking the spot where he did last night, making me moan.

"You liked it here right?" he mumbled, "I could tell by how loud you were screaming."

I moaned as he continued kissing and biting my neck, his arm snaking its way to my cock as the other grabbed my hair, pulling it and exposing my neck even more.

My body just gave in, getting turned on by the other man and letting him do whatever he wanted, as my arms wrapped around his neck.

He started stroking my dick as he rubbed his own against me.

"Mmm," he moaned, "I want to fuck you, lets go for round 2 baby? Huh?" he said as he bit my ear, "let me hear you say it."

I moaned, "yes, fuck me please."

He smiled, "that's what I like to hear," and kissed me. He let go of my dick and inserted his fingers into my mouth, "suck."

I looked at him but obeyed, and he continued stroking himself with his other hand.

I sucked his fingers and he removed them from my mouth and placed one of them at my hole.

He looked up at me and grinned, "ready?"

I nodded and he inserted one finger, and another.

I moaned as he scissored his fingers, stretching me, and began stroking his own cock. “Fuck baby you’re still loose from last night. You ready to take me now? Huh?"

I could only nod, my mind was in a daze.

"Then come milk me baby, you did such a good job last night, and now, I want to see you do it again."

I couldn't believe that this was happening. I didn't even know the man's name, yet, I was already moaning beneath him, waiting to take his cock.

He lined his cock at my hole and slowly slid in, and I groaned at the sensation.

He thrusted into me and we both moaned. He continued thrusting and I moved my hips, matching his rhythm.

"Fuck," he groaned, "you feel so fucking good."

He lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders, his cock hitting a different angle, and I couldn't help but scream, "oh fuck, oh fuck, don't stop, don't stop, mmm fuck,"

"I won't stop," the other man moaned, "but tell me your name."

I whimpered, "Y/N, and yours?"

"Keeho," he said, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper, "you like that ? Want me yo go faster Y/N?."

I moaned, "Ah AH, oh god, yes."

He grinned, "such a naughty boy."

He pulled out, making me whine, but then flipped me around and entered me again, and I screamed.

He gripped my hips, his thrusts becoming more aggressive, his skin slapping against mine, as he grunted.

I could feel myself cumming, "oh fuck Keeho, I'm gonna-"

"Not yet," he growled, and he slowed his pace, and started rubbing my nipples.

I moaned, as he bit my ear, "you gonna be good for me?,” he said as he groaned into my ear, and started pinching and pulling my nipples.

I could only whimper.

"Answer me."

"Yes."

"You want to cum?"

"Yes."

"Want me to fill you up?"

"Please."

"I'm almost there baby, but not yet."

Keeho continued thrusting slowly, making sure that the head of his cock hit my prostate with every thrust, and his fingers played with my nipples.

My body was on fire, his rod stretching you out, as it went in and out, his hot breath on my neck, and the way he was teasing my nipples were driving me crazy.

I couldn't take it anymore, "Keeho, I-,"

"Now," he moaned.

His hands left my nipples and he gripped my waist, his cock sliding out, and then entering, and he continued to fuck me hard, making me scream.

"Y/N, fuck," Keeho moaned.

I could feel him cum inside me, as I orgasmed.

I fell on the bed and he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily.

"You are so sexy," he said, his voice still husky, "I could fuck you again."

“Let’s.”

Keeho kissed me, and we laid in bed, holding each other.

He smiled, his eyes sparkling, "I want to see you again," he whispered, his fingers tracing my chest, "would you be interested in seeing me again?"

[idontcaboose]

Haunted car au part 9

Previous Masterpost

“O, please tell me someone is close by?” Red Robin hissed into his comm.

“Batman and Signal are on the way, 6 blocks out.”

“Neat, see if they can use the 109th st entrance, I will try to lead my goons that way.”

“Rerouting their gps, stay safe RR.”

Tim wasn't sure how to stay safe with a bullet wound in his leg, and a few grazes across his body. Part of the job he supposes. He wasn't sure which god or entity was enjoying his struggle, but he would not hesitate to smack them in the face with his bō. Tim took a small breather after losing his followers for a moment. His leg has a hole, his arms couldn't keep a strong grip on his grapple, not that it really mattered. A goon got an extremely lucky shot and destroyed the thing. So, grounded, with a barely functioning leg, and about 15 goons, and if the leaders of the group didn't flee already, then them too, looking for him. Not great odds. Oracle said Batman and Signal were on their way, and hopefully heading to the street closest to him that would work for some form of ambush.

“I'll go out a bit early, they won't be expecting it. Nah, they only set up to catch Signal, you know, the meta. The meta that can all but shadow step like a freaking d&d character. Such a great plan Tim.” Tim had started to mutter to himself as he attempted to tie on a better bandage to his leg than the slap dash one he did while on the move. He was just done securing it when a goon appeared.

“I found some blood over here!”

Tim almost screamed expletives on par with Jason or Duke, but he had some self preservation.

“ETA, hopefully it's NOW?!” Tim growled onto the comms.

“We are set up Red Robin, bring them through.” Tim could have cried in relief at Batman's voice, but he had some goons to lead.

Tim ran, not bothering to hide as he did. Luckily the goons did not think about surrounding the alley he was in, and they followed blindly into the bat's trap. He trusted that Bruce and Duke could handle the group, and limped to the Batmobile. It wasn't until Tim got to the driver's side passenger door did the universe have one last laugh at him.

“Well, well, we'll. Let's make a deal, little red bird.” Out of all the people to corner Tim, it had to have been the wannabe leader of the small time gang.

“Depends, is the deal you turn yourself in?” Tim automatically snarked.

“Nah, open the Batmobile, or I shoot you here.” The man sneered.

“Fine, fine.” Tim opened the driver's door and scooted away, his hands away from his sides.

“Good, keep backing up Red.”

Once Red Robin was far enough for the man, he turned and went to get into the car, only for the door to close on the man repeatedly. Tim could not help but just watch as the car kept smacking the guy until he managed to get into the seat. Unfortunately for the gang leader his hand was not fast enough and got slammed between the door and frame. Based on the crack and responding scream, the hand was very much broken. With a last open and close, the engine started, and the Batmobile drove straight into the group of goons and vigilantes.

Tim watched in morbid curiosity as Batman and Signal heard the car roaring towards them. Watched as they grappled upwards with just a small moment from them getting run over. Watched as 3 goons did not have time to move out of the way and got tossed onto the hood, only to slide off at the jerky stop of the car. It wasn't until Batman barked “Report.” over the comms did Tim snap out of his daze.

“The leader of the gang got into the Batmobile, and proceeded to try to run you guys over.” Tim slowly responded. “He held me at gunpoint and I couldn't move fast enough to do anything but let him. How did the failsafes fail at keeping him from driving?” Tim's voice petered out with the question.

The car door then slammed open and the leader fell out of the seat, and tried to scramble as far from the car as he could. It didn't take long for Batman to grab the man for questioning.

“Hey man, you good to move?” Tim startled when Duke appeared in front of him.

“Ya, ya. I have a GSW to my right calf, got grazed a few times in different places, possibly going into shock.” Tim dutifully reported.

“Got it, up and at ‘em.”

Duke carefully walked Tim to the Batmobile and settled him into the back seats, tightened the bandage on his leg, and put bandages on his other wounds. It wasn't until Duke went to go help Batman clean up and triage the remaining goons did he say something strange.

“Stay put, Red Robin. Keep him safe ok?” With the second request, Duke patted the driver's seat and left him alone in the car.

“What?”

Next

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[smuttykdrama]

[Sub!Masochistic!Test subject!Hyunsu x Dom!Sadistic!Scientist!Fem!Reader / Sweet Home Season 2]

PART ONE AS REQUESTED!

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal sex, Sub!Hyunsu, Dom!Reader, Masochism, Sadism, Extremely fucked up reader, Female reader, Knife play, Name calling, Face slapping, Bondage, Blood. PURE FILTH BE WARNED LOL. Only read if you're 18 and above!!

Plot: Based on my idea in my previous post. Mad scientist reader meets Cha Hyunsu. All hell breaks loose when you decide you want him in other ways besides being your test subject.

Story under the cut. 🤭

"Yah, Cha Hyunsu."

He hesitantly looked up at you, nervously kneeling before you, chains shackled around him, binding him at your feet. Hyunsu's entire body shivered, alerting you of his coldness. You knew that he was freezing, having been confined completely naked. Fuck, he must be really embarrassed. Cute.

"Y-yes?"

He mumbled quietly, his puppy like eyes staring back at you. You'd been a scientist ever since your Dad introduced you to the wonders of the world, and this whole apocalypse thing really did excite you. And having an incredibly handsome and nude half human at your mercy was just the cream on the cake. The others wouldn't mind if you did a little experimenting on your own, right?

"Wanna get out of here?"

Hyunsu's head snapped up at the mention of escaping. He nodded, but still was wary. He at first had wanted to help to find a cure...but knowing now the reality of this place...he wasn't so keen to stay. You raised your eyebrows, smirking and with your hand, you lifted his chin up with your finger.

"Hmm? You're a pretty one, aren't you? Tell me. How far would you go for me to help you? I certainly can help you escape...for a price."

Hyunsu sighed; you scientists were all the same after all - conniving and sinister. Of course there'd be a price...but what? He didn't like the twinkle in your eye...or did he?

"What do you want?"

He murmured shyly, standing up slowly, trying not to trip back onto the floor from exhaustion. Your mouth creased up into a crooked smile as you thought of all the possibilities.

"Hyunsu. Nothings free in this world. But what i want isn't money. I want...you."

"W-what?"

Hyunsu thought he didn't hear you correctly. You wanted him? Why? He's just a pathetic monster, a test subject. Did you want ro experiment on him more? Subject him to torture?

"No."

He stated, afraid of what you were offering. What if you wanted to make him your lab rat as well? But...something about the way you seductively stroked his chest made Hyunsu uneasy. It wasn't as simple as that, was it?

"Oh baby. You don't have a choice, anyway. I'll use you. I'll use you until you feel like crying."

You inched closer to the man, making him step back hesitantly.

"You know what I mean, right, Hyunsu? My options are limited here, and the men aren't exactly like you. They...don't even come close to you."

Your cold finger running down his chest and abdomen made Hyunsu shiver; in a good and bad way. Wait, was he actually turned on by this? He knew exactly what you meant. Without hesitation, you stated,

"Cha Hyunsu. I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to fuck you and use you until I'm satisfied. Got it?"

Hyunsu couldn't believe what he's hearing. His mind went blank and his body seized up, unable to think clearly or stop you. All he could see was your eyes gleaming maliciously at him, lips pulled up into the most terrifying grin he'd ever seen, teeth bared in a grimace. He trembled at your touch, his body begging him to take this all further, to give in to his desires. But he didn't say anything. Not a word.

"Hyunsu."

Hyunsu snapped out of his trance once you repeated his name. The look in your eyes was no longer playful, but full of venomous determination. He gulped, his eyes watering from both fear and lustful frustration. You leaned forward, whispering huskily against his ear.

"I'm going to have you, and you're going to let me."

You pressed your lips to his jaw, sucking lightly while rubbing your thumb across his bottom lip. The action sent shivers down his spine, causing him to shudder. You bit hard, pulling away from him. He whimpered.

"Lay on the ground. Now."

His body quaked with anticipation at the mere order, obeying your wishes and complying immediately. You kneeled beside him, straddling his hips to make things easier. His breathing became erratic, shallow pants and quick breathes. He tried to keep it together, but his cock started growing, aching for attention.

"(Y-Y/N)..."

Hyunsu whined, his hips desperately bucking up into you. Without another word, you peeled your shorts and panties off in a second, positioning yourself.

"Let's see how long you can last first. Don't cum, or I'll punish you."

With those words, you pushed onto him, moaning as you felt the hot, wet friction between your two bodies. He gasped at the sudden intrusion, hands clutching the concrete floor beneath him. You grunted as the feeling overwhelmed you, feeling your body tighten up with passion as he gripped your hips tightly.

"Oh god..(Y/N)..."

You smirked, slapping Hyunsu's face.

"Quiet. So a monster can get it up? Interesting...I bet your monster wants to fuck me right now, isn't that right, Cha Hyunsu?"

Hyunsu nodded. Truth be told, ever since he arrived here, the other scientists were cold and cruel towards him. But you...you were warm and kind. Your fascination with him grew to be much more than just being interested in his abilities. Rocking back and fourth on his cock, you gripped his wrists and held them back above his head. With one hand, you held Hyunsu's arms back, and with the other...you got out a knife from your back pocket. Hyunsu's face dropped.

"Good boy, Hyunsu. Now, shall we put your healing abilities to the test? Scream, and I won't let you cum. Scream, and I'll make you suffer."

Hyunsu shook his head frantically, but the only sound he made was a small whimper. You chuckled darkly, leaning down to kiss Hyunsu forcefully on the lips, biting the side of his lip harshly. He yelped, trying to pull away, but found himself unable to when you bit too deep. It healed within seconds.

"H-hurt me..."

Hyunsu begged, eyes clouded over with lust, staring at the knife. You rolled your eyes. A sick freak. You could've easily used the knife to kill him...but this is too fun, watching him squirm under your control. You took the knife, slashing it roughly across Hyunsu's chest, eliciting another gasp from the half human as he watched blood start dripping down his pale skin. It healed again, quicker this time. Not that it was any less painful. Your eyes widened in fascination as you fucked him harder.

"Amazing..."

"W-what?"

"I like you, Cha Hyunsu. You can be my fucktoy, painslut and test subject...In fact...I don't think you'll ever leave at all."

Hyunsu screamed.

[riki-riks-chick]

jay smut :c

Life Saver ┃P.JS

Vamp!Jay x Turned!Reader

Jay turns y/n to keep her from dying, but was that the only reason?

cw: smut!, finger fucking, oral (fem rec), unprotected sex, vampire sex, blood mentions (biting/feeding), multiple orgasms, slight obsession, and i think that's it.

wdct: 1.7k

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Third Person POV~

You wake up in immense pain, vision blurry and ears ringing. you hear strong voices talking, and that's when you hear the words.  "You should have left her dead. why do you wanna be a hero so bad?" A strong voice rung through your ears as you opened your eyes, turning your head to face the two unfamiliar people, despite your aching head.

As soon as they heard the bed sheets rustle upon your movement, they both snapped their heads towards you. "You're awake! How do you feel!?" One of them rushed towards you, seating himself at the edge of the bed as you let your gaze fall on his platinum blonde head of hair. It framed his face perfectly. "I feel awful.." You spoke, your voice hoarse and raspy as you did. The other man in the room simply scoffed before taking his leave. 

 "Where am I?" You asked, glancing back at the kind man in front of you as he poured you a glass of water from the pitcher on the bedside table. "You're at my house.. You'll be staying here from now on.. Do you remember anything from when you were last awake?" He asked as you raised an inquisitive eyebrow, trying your hardest to remember your last conscious moment. 

 "Uhm.. I remember walking home after going out with my friends.. Those guys dragged me into that- wait.. what happened to me, and how did you find me?" You questioned as the man laughed nervously. "I saved your life..  It's a long story, really." He said as you shot up, immediately regretting the decision as your vision went blurry. "Steady.. The affects haven't worn off yet.. It's best to lay down for now.. Drink some water.."

You took a sip of water before laying back down. The second your head hit the cool silk pillow case, you felt somewhat at ease. "What's wrong with me? What affects are you talking about?" You asked as he sighed. "Promise not to freak out?.." He asked as you nodded. 

"I didn't want you to just die like that.. You looked so innocent, and... I may have turned you into vampire to keep you alive.." He explained as you stared at him, completely and utterly shocked. "I- I'm a vampire?" You stuttered out, and he nodded. "Yes, but it's hardly been long enough for the urges to kick in. Once you're okay to stand we can go through with your first feeding."

 "I'm a vampire!?" You repeated as he sighed. "Yes, but it's fine.. It's not much different from being human.. You're just immortal and have an undying thirst for human blood." He responded in a failed attempt to ease your mind, but you were still processing. "I'm a monster..."

 "Okay ouch.. We're not all monsters.. We live just like anyone else.. We didn't ask for this.." He said as you sighed. "Sorry..." You mumbled as he nodded. "It's whatever.. Get some rest and I'll check on you later.."

The second he left, the pulsing pain returned, making you wince. You couldn't even wrap your head around how much of a fucked up situation you were in. Eventually you fell back asleep, that way you wouldn't be distracted by the pain.

A few hours later, you were awaken by the same man as before. He was dressed differently this time, the dark clothing a stalking contrast against the white and gold face of the room.

He looked handsome, something you had hardly noticed before, and the sight of him seemed to ease your mind. "How are you feeling?.." He asked gently, his hand trailing your torso, it felt electrifying.

"I feel thirsty..." You explain simply, but he seems to understand perfectly. "I don't know if you're strong enough for your first feed, but you can feed off of me.." 

"What?..." You sound hesitant, but he brushes your hair out of your face, shushing you. "Don't worry... Every human has tasted blood before.. Just think of it as licking a bleeding cut.."

He then bites his wrist, his fangs stained crimson as he pulls you to sit up, letting you get your fill off of him. He runs his fingers through your hair in the process, easing you through it as you eventually pull away, your lips stained red, and your fangs peeking out curiously, the tips matching the same red color of your lips.

You seem to feel much better after your first feeding, but the glint in his eyes shows pure hunger. He leans in, capturing your lips with his own as he clears your lips of the crimson hue painting them. 

He pulls back, eyes glowing red as he smiles seductively. "I'm Jay..." He introduces before kissing you again, this time straddling you. His hands are planted on either side of you, hips meeting yours as you slide your hands up and over his shoulders, tugging him closer.

Something about him is simply impossible to resist, even the headache from earlier went away the second he got close. "Is this okay?.." He asks, his eyes almost begging you to say yes, and when you nod, he's sitting up, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. You help him, sliding it off of his toned shoulders as you undo his pants as well,  

He stares at you, in a daze almost as he watches you undo his pants, sliding them just barely past his hips before palming him through his boxers. He allows you to touch him for a bit before he grows too impatient, pushing your hand away before kicking off his pants completely. 

He then tugs at your shorts, tugging them off of you along with your silk panties, letting them litter the floor with the rest of his clothes. "You're really pretty... I have to say..." He whispers, running his finger over your hole as he spreads your folds. "So wet.. Good." He smirks, sliding a finger into you as a means of teasing. 

It's only one, and it's not that deep, but fuck it feels good. It's unbelievable how good he's making you feel off of one finger, and once he adds a second you can't even focus. 

"Holy fuck..." You grab his hand, moaning as he grasps your wrist, moving your hand. "Does it feel good?.." He asks, despite need of an answer. You nod, biting your lip as you tilt your head back against the pillows.

Jay pulls his fingers out of you, leaning down to kiss you again as he removes his boxers. "You know... I couldn't bring myself to leave you when I saw you like that.. I got this feeling, and it made me crave you.. Not in a vampiric way though."

You're hearing every word he says, but you can't seem to focus. He presses his tip against you, rubbing his cockhead along your glistening folds. "Can I? Please?.." He asks as you nods, moaning as he slowly pushes into you, filling you up completely.

He doesn't wait to move, his hips making slow efforts as he thrusts into you. His cock is deep inside you and you're seeing stars already.

You don't know if it has anything to do with the fact that your senses are now heightened, but you feel so much more sensitive than before.

"Jay..." You moan his name, feeling your stomach turn pleasurably with each thrust. His cockhead creates a bulge in your lower abdomen with each thrust, and he presses down on it, making everything feel ten times better. "Fuck.."

You feel like you've already experienced an orgasm, but you know for sure you haven't. Everything just seems so much better with him right now.

"If you feel like you need to cum, just let go... Trust me it won't be the last." He mutters lowly, thrusting harder as he slides his hand underneath your shirt, groping your breast. "Fuck Jay.." You grip his wrist, growing closer to your release with each burning touch. "I'm gonna cum.."

He smiles at your words, his hips seeming to increase the speed of their movements. "Cum for me, princess.. Let it all go."

His words seem to send you over the edge as a bout of pleasure blooms in the pit of your stomach. He's now leading you through the best orgasm, hips still moving fiercly against yours as you moan extremely loud.

He fucks you through your orgasm, wanting to push you over the edge even more. You feel incredible. Words getting mixed up, and just overall incoherent.

It's not long before he's coming undone too, thrusting hard, but slower as he cums inside you, filling you with his essence. "Stop clenching around me, fuck.."

He pulls out slowly, watching his white substance spill out of you as he runs his fingers through it, sucking them clean afterwards. "What a pretty little mess."

You're simply watching his every move, already feeling fucked out.

He lowers himself between your legs, licking your cunt from bottom to top as he sucks on your clit, lapping up the mess of cum between your legs.

You squirm beneath him, letting out little whines and whimpers as you tug on his hair. "Jay... Please.." The pleasure is intense and Jay knows it, he's obsessed with the way he's making you feel right now.

"You taste so good, princess..." He's breathing needily against your pussy, licking into it as he slides his fingers into your hole, moving them in and out at a fast pace while focusing his tongue on your clit.

You feel the all too familiar feeling build up inside you again as he continues to eat at your dripping cunt, his fingers fucking into you slightly faster with every passing minute.

You give no warning as you cum, but he's fully prepared for it, lapping up every fluid you let out for him.

When he finally pulls away, chin glistening with your liquids, he pulls his fingers out of you, sticking them into your mouth to make you taste yourself.

You moan around his fingers, gripping his wrist as he smirks down at you. After a short while, he pulls his hand away, leaning in to kiss you. His cock is pressed against you, fully erect and ready to fuck you again. "I hope you enjoy tonight because I want to be like this for the rest of eternity..."

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I hope this was good 🫣

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

kinda chubby fem reader x slash and shes kinda insecure abt her weight and slash wants her to sit on his face and shes afraid but he convinces her 🎀

A/n: Crying because of this, it was such a good thought and I wanted to write it but then I clicked post by accident and it was just hell trying to write this man :')

Warnings: Blood sweat and tears went into this, smut, oral (f receiving), face riding, sub!slash, handjob (m receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

“You’ll be fine.” Slash groaned again, his arms wrapped around you as you walked around the kitchen.

“You keep saying that but I’m not worried about me.” You said, trying to focus on getting food ready. Slash rolled his eyes and let go of you, mumbling something about bringing him the food when it was done.

You hesitated, Slash seemed like the kind of person to leave crumbs in the sheets and you didn't feel like dealing that but you eventually decided on doing it anyway.

You carried two plates upstairs, one for him another for you, but you nearly dropped them upon entering your room.

Slash was splayed out on the bed on his back, one hand holding a pillow to his face just below his nose so he could still breathe, the other holding his hard and leaky cock. He wasn't trying to get off, only stroking occasionally.

You weren't quite sure what he was doing other than assuming this was supposed to be an attempt to get you to just play into his little fantasy.

You came over, setting the plates down on the dresser, and pulled the pillow from his face to reveal a wonky grin. Slash lazily reached for you with the hand that had been holding the pillow. "Please." He whined. "I'll make you feel good, I promise."

You wanted hate him. You'd spent time making food and all he wanted was you.

Then again, that's why you loved him. All he wanted was you, you were always beautiful to him. Even now, all he wanted was for you to sit on his face, having in no way the same worries as you.

After a bit more coaxing he got you out of your close and straddling his chest. "Are you sure?" You asked, still nervously.

Slash nodded and gestured for you to move up. "Yes, now come on." You chewed your cheek but did as he asked. You didn't put any of your weight on him, scared to suffocate him or something.

Slash kissed up you thigh until he got to your cunt and pressed his lips to your clit, smiling at the soft breath it got out of you. He kept kissing you, licking occasionally or nipping at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

Slowly he coaxed you into letting some of your weight rest on him, then most of your weight, though you still refused to let go completely.

Slash tried to be understanding, he still got most of what he wanted but eventually it wasn't enough. "I didn't say to fucking hover," he said, landing a harsh slap on your ass, "sit your ass down." You squealed from the sting of his hand but it quickly turned to a moan as he pulled you to rest of the way down so all your weight was on him.

He felt so good, his tongue dipping into your cunt and fucking your, every move your body involuntarily made had your clit bumping against his nose, which only made you move more. You couldn't help it, and soon you were grinding down on his face, riding his tongue, his nose.

Your hands gripped his hair, fingers tugging on the dark and curly strands as you got off on him.

Slash was no better, his hips thrusting up into nothing, his heels digging into the mattress beneath him as he whined against you, sending vibrations straight through you, feeding the growing ball of heat in your gut.

Slash's hands gripped your thighs, scratching at them. When he originally came to you with this proposal he never mentioned this, he'd never thought of it.

Slash loved showing off his needier side for you, but it wasn't usually his intention to bring that up. Still, seeing him struggling to get off yet getting so turned on just from eating you out. He was so pretty for you.

"Fuck! Fuck, Slash, m'gonna-gonna cum." You managed to say between moans. Slash whined against you and you could see the tears building in his eyes, his cock pulsing with desire and need yet not receiving any attention.

You loved the sight. You needed more of him. More of everything. You weren't sure how but you knew you needed it.

His named rolled off your tongue more times than you could count, slipping out like a prayer as you pulled him impossibly closer until that knot finally began unravelling.

Your head fell back, eyes widening and rolling back. Your hand left his hair and rubbed your clit in fast circles, lifting yourself an inch or two off of Slash as you came. He took a deep breath of air before you squirted on him, drenching his already wet face completely.

Slowly, you moved down, examining your work.

The tears had finally left Slash's eyes, now mixing in with your cum. He was breathing heavy and you saw a small pool of his own cum drippling down his stomach.

You were smiling when you moved off of him, laying on your back and letting out a soft sigh.

Slash threw an arm over you pulled himself closer to you. He leaned over and kissed you, his lips needy and desperate and bruised, you tasted yourself on his tongue, mixing with the saltiness of his tears.

"See?" He mumbled, kissing your cheek. "Perfectly fine." You smiled at him and held his head to your chest as you reached over for his dick. He began thrusting into your hand, mumbling praises and thanks faster than his mind could comprehend.

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Leaving these in here to remember the pain 🥹

I DIDNT MEAN TO HIT POST FUCK

ILL FINISH IT SOON JUST GIMME A MINUTE IM SORRY

ALDJDKDEJDKS I WROTE IT I WAS ALMOST DONE AND THEN FUCKING TUMBLR DECIDED I DIDNT NEED IT AND FUCKING DELETED IT

Crying 🥲

[mustainegf]

Could you maybe write something about james like caring for his girl when shes on her period and then she tells him that orgasm can help cramps so he fucks her gently in lotus position :))

Bro this is so cute wtf

I groaned into the pillow, clenching my stomach. I hated being a woman. Stupid fucking period. I hated it.

There was no way around it. It'd been two days since it had started, which meant I still had at least two more days to go before it would be done.

"Mm, what's wrong sweetheart?" James cuddled up to me, searching for my gaze.

I groaned against his chest, wishing this would all go away. "Cramps." I muttered.

"What can I do?" He pulled back, his eyes full of concern. The man was so caring. "You can make them go away."

I rolled my eyes at him. "No, seriously. What can I do? I have ibuprofen in the bathroom. Do you need some?" He rubbed my back, still holding me close.

"No, they're too hard on my stomach"" I mumbled, another cramp surging.

"There is one thing that could help, but it's kinda gross..." I averted my gaze.

"You know I'll do anything to make you feel better, what is it?" He carefully stroked my hair.

I cringed slightly, making knowing eye contact with James. He seemed to understand what I meant.

"I don't know if I want to though, you're gonna think I'm gross," I mumbled.

"I won't think you're gross." James scoffed, shaking his head. "It's going to be weird," I whispered.

"Hold still honey, I'll get a towel. I'll make you feel better." James kissed my forehead, quickly sitting up out of bed and going to the bathroom.

I was already regretting what I had mentioned. I'm bleeding for fuck sakes, how is he okay with that during sex?

A knock sounded on the door. "I've got it!" James called out from the other room. I laid there, staring at the ceiling, wondering what I had gotten myself into.

"You're so pretty," James smiled, laying the towel down on the bed.

I looked over at him, narrowing my eyes at him as I sat up. "Thanks." I said slowly. "This isn't necessary," I mumbled. He took my hand in his, gently pulling me towards him. "Trust me, it's okay.

Let me help you."

He carefully pulled my shirt up, I wasn't wearing a bra so I was left bare. "I promise I won't think you're disgusting. I don't care about some blood."

James got into bed, stripping himself of the lazy clothes he'd slept in. He was so gorgeous. "Take 'em off sweetheart, it's alright," James nodded, motioning to my shorts.

I hesitated, but my thumbs eventually hooked around the waistband of my shorts, carefully pulling them down.

My underwear followed next, James smiled, watching me with eyes full of love. "Trust me, this will help your cramps," James he'd his hands out helping me climb into bed and on top of him. My face was burned hot with embarrassment, not wanting him to look at me like this.

"I know, I know, you're nervous. Just trust me." He ran his fingers through my hair. "Look at me babe." I reluctantly made eye contact with him. "Do you trust me?" I nodded. "Then let me help."

His strong arms wrapped around me as I sat in his lap. I cringed again, remembering why I wanted to avoid this whole situation, but I couldn't deny that he made me feel safe. "Shhh, relax. Just relax."

He placed his hand over my stomach, trying to rub the cramps out of my abdomen. His other hand guiding his tip through my folds. I was terrified of how he might react, but he seemed completely unbothered.

"How are you feeling?" James asked. "Scared" I admitted. "That's okay. Look at me." My eyes went to his. "You aren't gross to me. You never are."

I nodded, laying my head on his shoulder.

"Are you ready, love?" James whispered.

I nodded, staring down at our connection. He slid into me, my eyes closing at the slight stretch. He was gentle, careful not to hurt me. I gasped as he filled me completely.

I knew he was worried I might have been uncomfortable so he didn't move, just allowing us to sit there. "You okay?" He whispered. I nodded, nuzzling into his neck. "Yes," I whispered. "You're sure?"

He brushed my hair out of my face. "I wouldn't lie to you." I said softly.

The corner of his mouth curved up. "Good girl." I blushed slightly at his compliment.

We stayed like that for a while until I started moving, rocking against him. He gripped my hips, holding me in place as he started to move.

He was so slow, so gentle, and I loved every second of it.

"Taking it so well, that feel good?" James panted softly.

I whimpered, so engrossed in the feeling of him sliding inside my sensitive slit. "Y-yes, James..."

James growled lowly, holding me close to his warm chest. The cramps were subsiding, replaced by the ecstasy of his cock.

I leaned forward again, resting my head on his shoulder, both of us still whispering endearments to each other.

This man made me feel so loved. He made me feel like I could do anything. I knew if I died right now, I would die happy. James was more than enough for me.

He tilted my chin up, staring deep into my eyes. "I love you. So much." He kissed me. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck, letting him carry me away on his tender lips.

He made the slowest, sweetest love to me, his mouthing showing every inch of me it's attention.

"Mmm... Oh James, yes..." I whined, feeling his tip graze my g spot over and over.

"I'm so close, James," I begged, slightly bouncing now, desperate for more friction.

He moved faster, his hands squeezing my hips harder, demanding I meet his thrusts, knowing that would send me over the edge. He rocked faster, faster, faster. The familiar knot in my stomach exploded as I came with a cry, flinging myself on top of him.

"Fuck!" He yelled, cumming along with me, spilling himself inside me. He held me tightly, his hips twitching. "You always look so pretty when you cum," he sighed.

I caught my breath, feeling James' cock soften inside of me. "How do you feel now, darling?" He asked breathlessly.

I felt relaxed, sated, and quite frankly, a little drowsy. "Perfect. That did it." He laughed at my words, kissing my head.

[kisscara]

am i sinking or swimming? [scaramouche x gn!reader] ⎯⎯ fatui!scaramouche, angst, no comfort, toxic relationship, blood

songfic based off of late night drive home's song stress relief

his words shook you to your core.

this wasn't kunikuzushi. where did you go wrong? you stood by his side and felt his pain every time he lost a close one to him and yet he chose to turn into this... this monster. he was never home and whenever he was, he acted as if you didn't exist. he acted as if you were there for, what, emotional support?

scaramouche talked to you when he felt like it. when he felt like he was about to lose it, his mind flooding with the heart wrenching memories of them. it's always been them, but never you. why can't he see you? he says something along these lines during these moments. "(name), what do i do? i can't do this anymore."

were you his lover, or his therapist?

you gnaw down on your bottom lip, restraining pained sobs as you soothe your husband from behind him with your hands comfortingly rubbing his shoulders. "it's okay, kunikuzushi. you're okay, because i'm going to be here with you," you reassure him, planting a kiss against his tear stained face.

scaramouche's fist ball up the sheets of the bed as tears continue to pour from his eyes. without looking at you, he turns around and holds you in his embrace. "you won't leave me, right?" his voice is small and full of sorrow. one would think he was manipulating you in this situation and in this case, maybe he was.

your eyes widen. oh, oh no, what were you thinking? your poor lover was just in a hard place at the moment, so of course he holds mutual feelings for you, he's just feeling down! it's your job to help him find his happiness again and he'll go back to his old loving self.

his loving self...

it's stress relief from everything.

what exactly is his happiness? right, letting him take out his anger on you. after that, he'll definitely apologize and go back to loving you. he says the most hurtful things and his words slice like a blade. you could say that if his phrases were physically harming you, you'd be six feet under.

it's okay, because this is his way of coping. it's not the healthiest way, sure, but would you rather have the only important person to you feeling sad and lonely? no. no one would want that. you went through his mental abuse in a state of being completely lovesick with the man.

it will strengthen your bond with him and show him that you're never leaving, that he can finally put his trust in you and see you as his spouse. how much can you take though?

your friends always tell you stories about their spouse, from how they cook, to the type of plans they make for dates... it's endless. and whenever the conversation puts you on the spotlight, you're speechless. what would you tell them about your beloved kunikuzushi?

"he's sweet like usual..."

they would playfully laugh at your comment.

"that's what you said last time, (name)! come on, anything new? are you guys going on a date sometime?"

you simply shake your head and direct the topic of the conversation elsewhere.

tell me, tell me you love me.

you're on your knees of the living room in your shared house with scaramouche, hands against the floor as broken sobs break past your lips. how long have you been holding this in? how long... has he been holding back the urge to hurt you?

scaramouche blankly stares at the hand that roughly grabbed your arm before moving his gaze to your figure. his nails had dug deep into your flawless skin, creating bloody crescent marks. hesitant, he moves towards you with one step, and then two...

"sorry, (name), but i have to go back to my fatui duties."

of course. you'd expect nothing less of your loving husband. "is that all, kunikuzushi?" you croak out, voice scratchy from your cries. scaramouche narrows his eyes. "you were willing to take this head-on, weren't you? so take what you bargained for." his gaze lingers upon you for a few moments before he leaves the house.

you cry out in anguish. you aren't sure whether it's because of the pain he inflicted upon you, or the feeling of your heart being torn apart by his ruthless hands. you stagger to the kitchen, hastily running your wound beneath cold water and wincing at the sting. you wrap it with bandages and heave large breaths.

"i can't... i can't do this anymore!" you groan and wipe at your tears but they just kept on coming like an endless waterfall. "i've done all that i can for you, but i can't do this, kunikuzushi."

you were right all along. you're a toy to him. a toy to satisfy his greedy needs and wants as he lulled you into staying by triggering your guilt with his hypnotizing voice and solemn cries. you're a toy that he never cared for. but if that toy were to be taken from him, would he contemplate the way he treated it then?

come back, come back to haunt me.

scaramouche returned home with bandages. he just couldn't find the person he needed to put the bandages on. he wandered around the house for quite a while, thinking nothing of it. he brushes it off; you probably went down to inazuma city to see your friends.

he goes into the kitchen to put the bandages away, but finds an empty roll of bandages on the counter. oh. 'i guess they won't be needing this anymore then,' scaramouche thought to himself, putting the bandages into the cabinet and tossing the roll aside.

scaramouche goes back outside and decides to wait for you. he hopefully removes his hat from his head so you could see his face first thing when he caught you in sight.

soon enough, night falls. he rubs his eye with one hand, the other one sore and aching from holding his heavy hat. he won't go back inside until he's seen you. like any other dilemma the two of you had, he'll apologize and console you with his words as you fall asleep in his arms.

that day would never come for him, not again.

won't you, won't you let me be myself?

"have you seen..." his voice trails off when he realizes the looks of disgust your friends give him. his eyes go dark as they continue to whisper, acting as if he wasn't there.

"i feel bad for them but seriously, a harbinger?"

"it's fine, we should look after them. i'm glad they finally told us about him, it's no wonder they were so off lately."

scaramouche's shoulders sink. "s-so, you know where they are, right? can you please tell me, i just want to talk-" he's stammering in between gasps, not even realizing he's on the verge of bursting into tears. one of them grimaces at his look of agony. "leave them alone, you've done enough damage to them."

if scaramouche, had a heart, he swore it would have skipped a beat in that moment. "damage? no, no, you must be mistaken! i love them!" scaramouche's temper began to rise. who were they to tell him how you felt for him?

"stop it, please. they told us to tell you that they don't want to carry on with this relationship."

"archons, they were right, he really would chase after them. what a psycho..."

scaramouche felt the air knock out of his lungs almost instantly. 'they've got it all wrong, we're going to be okay, (name). i love you, i love you, i love you-' he stands there, watching your friends leave him heartbroken and in pain.

i was holding on but you didn't see my shots baby.

"i'm going to make it up to you, but i don't want to sleep alone." scaramouche whimpers to himself, curling into a pathetic position on the cold bed. his hands cover his ears as he shudders, startling from the booming noise of thunder and the creaking of the house.

his eyes are tightly shut, scared that if he opened them, he would see a horrid figure in the dark. what a child...

he blindly reaches around for your hand like he usually did, to tightly squeeze it to reassure him that you were there; you would keep him safe from any dangers within the night. you even said it yourself. "i may not have your strength, but i'm good at handling the night, alright? whatever scares you, i'll take care of you."

"take care of me, (name)... stay with me..."

all the times that I couldn't speak my thoughts well maybe.

at the tsaritsa's palace, scaramouche's fatui subordinates would be lying if they said the balladeer wasn't different. his eyes clearly showed signs of exhaustion and he was much too tired to even shout at them for a change. they thought he was a total ghost.

always moping around, mumbling your name and writing what seemed to be countless letters. it went from asking you about your day, to telling you about his day, to him writing paragraphs of apologies and so, so many 'i love you's.

whenever one of the fatui subordinates were in his office, he'd suddenly smile with empty eyes and ask, "do you have a partner or a spouse, perhaps?" scaramouche would lean back in his chair and add, "i have my own spouse. you see, they're very special because they love me even though i messed up a lot."

"i love them more than they love me. do you agree?" scaramouche would tilt his head and his aura sent shivers down the subordinate's spine. say no, he dares them.

for now, he hasn't chosen to send out a search party for you because he wanted to prove that he wasn't a psycho like your rude friend said. but still, the pain was eating away at him. every sleepless night and the guilt that was weighing him down was catching up to his mental health.

well this is what i wanted please don't feel so bad.

give him another chance. he's laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, mindlessly muttering, "our anniversary is soon. we can go anywhere you like. i have a special surprise too, so you better look forward to it and tonight, i can stay home. the tsaritsa told me to go on a break for today since..."

scaramouche turns on his side and closes his eyes. "i don't really know, but it's fine. we can have a date and i'll show all of your friends that i'm much more better than their spouses. or maybe, we can stay home and i'll cook for you. you never tasted my cooking before, but it's good, i promise you."

little conversations with no one. he hates the reality of his life and he wants nothing more than to be with you. he wouldn't care if you shouted at him or hurt him; seeing you was more than enough.

"you didn't like it when i talked about them, right? i'll talk about you, and only you this time, i promise..."

in love with a ghost please won't you come back...

© kisscara

[levis-poison-is-my-medicine]

Shattered

(The Tea Lovers Pt. 3)

A Levi x reader fanfic (Flufftober 2024)

Crossposted from AO3

You being a clutz and scaring the shit out of Levi.

tags: fluff and humor, silly and sweet, tea-obsessed fem!reader with their head in the clouds (word count: 1.1k)

(Part one) / (Part two) / (Levi x reader Masterlist)

"Follow me", Levi demanded. He had suddenly appeared in front of you.

"That depends", you said. "Will there be tea?"

"Of course", he scoffed. "What do you take me for?"

Next thing you knew, you were in his office, sitting across from him at his desk which was laden with cups of steaming tea and tiny plates filled with biscuits.

"Wow, you went all out. What's the occasion?", you asked excitedly and snatched one of the biscuits off the plate closest to him.

"I need to talk to you."

"Then shoot", you said, warming your hands on the cup in front of you. It smelled heavenly.

"First of all, I need to apologize to you."

You looked up in astonishment. Levi, apologizing? This was unheard of.

"I gave it some thought, and I realized I was wrong. If it's about tea, the end justifies the means. So I shouldn't have made such a fuss about the drawings."

"Soo you're saying it's okay for me to keep on selling them as long as it's about raising money for tea-related stuff? Do you really mean that?", you asked warily, searching his face for any signs of sarcasm, but finding none.

"Yes", he said, nodding solemnly.

"Yay! I knew a reasonable man such as yourself would come to your senses eventually!", you exclaimed happily. "This is going to make everything so much easier."

You took a sip of your tea, and your eyes widened. It was the best thing you ever tasted.

"This is absolutely delicious! Divine! Out of this world! Where did you get this?"

"South Maria."

A strange feeling crept up inside of you at his words, but you couldn't quite place it.

"Right, they do grow the best tea in the world." It made sense. Didn't it?

"Take me with you next time? Please?", you asked him, putting on your best pleading eyes and pouty lips. Levi didn't answer, his eyes on the desk in front of him.

"There is something I need to tell you."

A faint ringing pierced through the silence.

"You hear that?", you asked.

"Hear what, exactly?", he said, eyes narrowed.

The sound grew steadily louder, filling you with dread.

"Oh no", you whispered in terror as you recognized it. "Don't do this to me. Just a little bit longer, please…"

But the noise knew no mercy, ripping you from your dream with cruel inevitability. You groaned. It had been too good to be true, after all.

"Ugh. Shut up", you mumbled and dangled out a sleepy hand from the edge of the bed.

Patting down the surface of your nightstand to try and turn off the alarm, you knocked several things to the floor, until there was a sudden crashing noise. You instantly jolted awake, knowing exactly what had happened.

"Noo", you howled as you stared at the remains of your once fancy teapot in horror.

"What have I done?", you sobbed as you crouched down next to your bed, cradling the pieces in your arms and of course cutting yourself in the process.

"I should've never put you there. I'm so sorry…"

You stumbled out of your room like this, still in your jammies.

"I will get you the help you need. He'll know what to do", you whispered to the shards as you made your way through the halls and up the stairs, paying no heed to any startled scouts you passed.

His office door came into view, but you didn't stop, kicking it open without hesitation.

"I told you a thousand times to knock before y–" His angry words died in this throat when he saw you standing before him, crying, your shirt and hands all covered in blood.

"Help me", you said in a forlorn voice.

Levi was by your side in an instant.

"What happened? Who did this to you?", he demanded, trying to get a better look at your wounds.

"Careful, you're hurting it", you said in a warning tone, pulling your hands away.

"It?", he asked, confused.

"My teapot. One of my favorites", you said. They were all your favorites. It didn’t matter now. "I accidentally broke it. You have to help me." You looked at him with big, pitiful eyes.

"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me", Levi said through his teeth, knowing full well that you were dead serious.

"Put it down on the table over there. I’ll take a look at it later."

"But–", you tried to protest.

"No buts. You’re bleeding, do you even know that?"

You looked down at your hands.

"Oh", you said. Of course you hadn't realized.

"Tch. You are such an airhead", Levi said, but there was no edge to it. He watched as you carefully placed the shards on the table.

"Come here", he said, dressing materials already in hand.

You padded over to him with small, rueful steps.

"Sit down." He gestured to the chair by his desk. "Give me your hands."

You obediently stretched them out towards him. He disinfected them, making you wince in pain.

"Should have been more careful. Idiot", he murmured, his voice soft.

"I know", you said miserably and looked up at him with eyes still puffy from the tears, your hair a sleepy mess on your head.

"Do you think it will be alright?"

He sighed in exasperation.

"I'll see what I can do. It won't be the same again, though."

"I know", you said, sniffling, as Levi began to wrap bandages around the cuts on your hands and arms. "Thank you."

His hands were warm on your skin, practiced fingers holding your hand softly in place, adjusting it this way or that way to get the perfect angle for the dressing. The light touch made you shiver, a pleasantly tingling sensation which ran from your head down your spine all the way to your toes. You relaxed into it, fighting to keep your eyes open as you felt yourself getting sleepy again.

When his hands were suddenly gone, you almost whined in protest.

"There, all done", he said. "Now get out. I have work to do."

You squinted up at him as he leaned against his desk with his arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his face, his fingers tapping his arm in an irritated manner.

"Fine", you grumbled, reluctantly getting up from your comfortable seat. As you plodded to the door, you couldn't help but let out a big yawn. "Definitely a two pot type of morning…", you mumbled, then you were gone.

Levi sighed, already knowing his day would be wasted. He would be sitting here all day, cursing to himself, gluing the damn thing back together. All to see you smile again.

Soo this was the third part of The Tea Lovers Series! It was a bit on the shorter side but I hope you enjoyed it :) More will be coming soon!

Click here for Part 4

Tag list: @thechaoticarchivist, @mmm-alhaitham, @nironasaran, @leviiheichou

[anyca786]

"WHAT IS THIS PLACE?"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: Canon typical incest/targcest (brother and sister, uncle and niece, aunt and niece) kissing, smut warning: fingering, p in v, poly?, dirty talking etc)

Here's the series

Daemon's eyes lingered on Daenys, who flashed him her infectious smile. She quickly went down the stairs, and the man didn't hesitate to pull her into his arms and kiss her affectionately,

'Uncle," Rhaenyra said, making him aware that she was there too.

"Ah, Rhaenyra." Daemon said, but he shot his niece a smirk that he meant well. Rhaenyra clung onto Daenys's arm like a child, not wanting to let go of her favourite toy.

"Now, where is it that we are going, Uncle?" she questioned. Her eyes lingered towards Daemon, taking in his godly appearance.

"That is for you to see." Daemon smirked when he noticed Rhaenyra was checking him out.

The two Princesses grab onto his arm as he began to lead them out of the Red Keep. The two of them happily walked with him, taking in the commotions in the busy streets.

While Rhaenyra chose to wander and break free from his hold, Daemon moved his arm around Daenys's waist with a strong grip as he led her through the crowd, occasionally placing small kisses on her cheek,

"You both are familiar with the streets walking in daylight where it is peaceful, but at night, it is madness." Daemon said.

Daenys scrunched her nose at the littered streets of Kingslanding and the horrid smell of blood, sex, wine and garbage.

"Are you scared yet?" Daemon's husky voice brushed against her ear, making her feel butterflies when he nibbles on her right ear.

" No," Daenys stated bluntly, but the glint in Daemon's eyes made her wonder if she should be. Daemon then had gotten them drinks, which Rhaenyra did not hesitate to drink in one go while Daenys took small sips, tasting the wine. Her face pitched at the strong taste of it, making the other two Targaryen's laugh.

She tried to grab Daemon's drink only for him to drink the remaining contents. "Hey, Give me that," Daenys whined, a pout resting on her face, making the Rogue Prince melt a bit.

Rhaenyra had chosen to slow down a bit so Daemon and Daenys would catch up. "I've never thought I'd actually sneak out and visit the streets in the middle of the night.. and l'm dressed as a boy." Rhaenyra exclaimed.

"A pretty boy," Daenys added, as she flashed the cutest smile that made Rhaenyra's heart flutter, and Daemon felt soft again.

Rhaenyra was slowly falling for her aunt and surprisingly infatuated by her uncle. From what the Realm delight could tell, Daemon was also in love with her Daenys.

The night continued to follow as it was. Daenys danced with Rhaenyra through the crowd and drank more wine. Rhaenyra happily kissed her on the cheek before pushing her toward Daemon.

He threw his arm around her waist and kissed her pouty lips affectionately, still tasting the wine on them.

A blush fell on Daenys's face as she snuggled close to his embrace and deepened the kiss. Rhaenyra flashed a smile but was envious of their closeness. Daemon was smirking at his niece, practically rubbing it in Rhaenyra's face.

The trio moved their way through the city, stopping at a play happening that the two Princess' found amusing,

"And now we come off the great Iron Chair and whose bum might bear." the actor spoke, making Rhaenyra giggle quietly.

"Our good King, names his daughter, a girl, his heir." The crowd protested at the words of Rhaenyra being named heir. Rhaenyra looked around in sadness while clutching her aunt's hand in shock.

Daemon stands behind Daenys and wraps his arm around her waist, placing his chin on her shoulder as they continue watching the play.

The play continued to make fun of the royal family, Rhaenyra claimed the throne, and how Aegon being the firstborn son should sit on it instead.

Rhaenyra booed. "Lies, slander! Boo!"

"Rhaenyra!" Daenys protested but looked equally infuriated.

"Jest, if you will, but many of the smallfolk are likely to believe as a man, Aegon should be heir," Daemon spoke the truth of reality.

Daenys nodded - knowing a lot of people had the mindset that a woman is not fit for the Iron Throne and how women are only meant to produce heirs, until they can't anymore.

"Their wants are of no consequence," Rhaenyra replied, turning around to leave.

Daemon chuckled, grabbing Daenys's hand. They followed her, "They're of great consequence if you expect to rule them one day."

"For one night, I wish to be free of the burdens of my inheritance," Rhaenyra said longingly. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, and then she decided it would be a good idea to steal something from the vendor.

As Daenys chased after her niece, laughing, she didn't expect her to run into Ser Harwin and Sir Criston

"And what are you doing here, Princess Daenys?" Ser Criston's voice raised a bit, seeing her wandering alone at night. "It is not safe to be out here this late without protection. Someone could hurt you." Sir Harwin said to both the princesses.

As if on cue, Damon appeared with a light sigh of relief when he saw Daenys along with Rhaenyra, Sir Criston recognizing Daemon let out a grumble and then stared deep into Daenys eye's which made the pit of jealousy erupt in Rhaenyra's stomach.

"Next time you won't be so lucky, boy," Sir Harwin said to Rhaenyra, deciding to go along with her disguise.

Sir Criston leaned closer to Daenys and whispered, " Careful out there," and then both the knights disappeared into the streets.

When they left, Daemon came up, "Enjoyed that, didn't you?" Daemon asked, wearing a teasing smile. But there was a hidden look in his eye at the display he had just seen. Daenys wrapped her arms around Rhaenyra's neck, pulling her close. "Do not pull that shit again."

Rhaenyra relaxed in her embrace and smiled mischievously, "Who knows when l'll next get this kind of freedom?"

Daenys let out a laugh. Together, Daenys walked in the middle, swaddled to Daemon's side while intertwining her hands with Rhaenyra, walking deeper into the alleyways to their next unknown destination.

While they continued their walk, the shrill moans of women, laughter, and voices grew further into the streets they'd walked when Daemon had finally led the girls to his favourite place where he'd go whenever he wanted to escape from his responsibilities.

Daneys's cheeks flustered at what she was seeing. She knew Daemon would come here often since he was very young.

Rhaenyra's eyes wandered curiously, eyes training dancers and many occupants in the room with barely any clothes on. Her eyes fell on the two women in the corner of the room, kissing and hands touching one another in scandalous places.

By now, Daemon had shed off his cloak, and his messy silver hair showed and wore a white tunic. "Come."

"Daemon," Daenys stopped him, "I don't think it's a good idea," she said concerned.

'What is this place?" Rhaenyra asked quite bewitched by the scenes happening around them

"It's a um.. pleasure house...," Daenys murmured, still nervous. Daemon held a faint smirk, seeing Daenys crimson cheeks.

"Fucking is a pleasure you see....," Daemon spoke cruelly, his raspy voice had made Daenys swoon a bit at the way he whispered in her ear. His hands held her waist tightly, drawing circles with his fingers. Daemon leaned closer and placed a kiss on her neck, sucking that area for a bit.

Daenys breathing increased as she closed her eyes from the feeling, but not before peering over at Rhaenyra, who was staring at them intently in utmost desire.

Daenys felt incredibly hot despite the chillin' the air. He pulled her closer, almost like she was a moth against the light.

"..From fucking who we want." Daemon continued as he slid a finger down her jawline.

He had now led them to a sheer curtained area. There were naked men and women piled in the room. Heavy breaths and moans could be heard, and the smell of sex was everywhere around in the air.

Daemon continued to lead Daenys into another room, guiding her from behind. "Whether it would be a man or a woman - or even both." his eyes lingered on Rhaenyra, who was momentarily staring at the men and women pleasuring each other with their mouths and fingers.

"D-Daemon?" Daenys was about to speak, but when he pressed his lips onto hers, she let out a soft moan. Before she could register anything, she could feel Rhaenyra's hands yank her away from Daemon, allowing her to crash her lips against Daenys. The two girls moaned softly, lost in the sensation of their lips against each other.

Daemon admired the scene in front of him, but he craved attention. He had dragged both of them and pressed Daenys up against the stone wall.

Daenys let out a noise of protest but begrudgingly went back to kissing Rhaenyra, who happily accepted and began placing kisses down her neck, to her upper breast.

Daenys knew that once they had stepped inside into the pleasure house, their reputation would be tarnished. However, she knew that as long as she kept her hair covered, she would at least be saved.

Seeing the lustful expression on Daemon's face, Daenys got on her toes and kissed him this time, landing her hands on his shoulders. He slid his finger down her jawline before cupping her chin, deepening the kiss.

He pulled away and, this time, focused his attention on Rhaenyra - beginning to untie the knots of Rhaenyra's trousers and letting them fall to the ground.

Daemon's large body shielded the two girls from any watchers. Daenys spun around and frantically pressed her mouth against Rhaenyra's again.

Rhaenyra had ripped her cloak successfully before tugging on the drawstrings of Daenys's dress, revealing her full breast. Daenys shivered at the cool air, hitting her exposed skin.

The prince eagerly turned her around and brought her closer, taking in the sight of her exposed breasts before moulding his lips on her pink nipples. He then looked back with his purple-eyed princess.

His eyes trained on Rhaenyra, who watched them with fascinated lustful eyes watching her uncle lift her aunt's gown to her thighs before feeling her cunt.

Daemon let out a groan when he entered his fingers inside her cunt. A loud moan escaped Daenys's mouth, throwing her head against his shoulder.

"Fuck you're soaking, my love" Daemon felt himself getting hard when her moans got louder as he began to pump inside of her.

Taking in her sweaty, flustered appearance, "So perfect for me. You are everything l want," he purred.

The way she was pressed up against him, her breasts now bare against his chest. He wrapped his other arm around her to from collapsing while the other continued to finger her harder.

"Daemon," Daenys whimpered, "Please, do not stop,' she begged. He leaned back to take a sharp breath. "Do not say things you don't mean or I wouldn't be able to control myself."

Daenys grabbed his hand and pulled it further above her wet cunt. "I wish for Rhaenyra, too." she tried to speak but was cut off with he pinched her. The Princess let out a squeak and tried to move, only for him to smack her arse.

Daemon kissed her cheek and continued to rub circles up to her clit mercilessly.

He looked at Rhaenyra before gesturing to come closer, "Our beloved wants you, Rhaenyra"

"Rhaenyra," Daenys moaned out, and the younger Princess walked forward eagerly and cupped her face, placing a soft kiss on Daenys's lips.

Daenys's hand travelled down Rhaenyra's legs to feel her glistening core and let out a gasp. Daenys's unravelled from Daemon's grasp and went to her niece's arms.

Yet Daemon continued to work his way under her dress. The older princess arched her back when Rhaenyra started to plant wet kisses down her chest and sucking her nipples. The Heir's teeth scraped over her erect nipples making Daenys whimper out load.

"Nyra." Daenys chanted as her hands weaved into Rhaenyra's hair. She didn't care about the consequences anymore. She wanted pleasure. She wanted Daemon and Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra nestled against her chest and peered up at her aunt like she was a goddess, "You're gorgeous. The most beautiful woman in the realm. The Realm's Beauty"

Daenys's eyes glazed at her words. Rhaenyra desperately wanted her aunt to take her then and now.

Before Rhaenyra could command Daemon, he stepped away. It was like Daemon had realized where he was and who he was with, and what he was doing. He had removed his fingers from Daenys's clit, earning a painful cry of protest from her, "Daemon, what the fuck."

There was a troubled expression in Daemon's eyes before giving them one last look before leaving them.

Daenys tugged down her dress with red stained cheeks adorning her face. Her lips were swollen and felt cold. She felt empty when Daemon no longer pleasured her.

Daenys did not bother to wait for Rhaenyra. Instead, she chased after Daemon to yell at him, leaving Rhaenyra on her own.

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Daenys breath become heavy as she walked around the Brothel in search of Daemon. Men and women eyed her, semi naked form like a hunter eyeing its prey.

"I would pay for that blonde with all my gold," someone announced. Daenys pulled out her hidden dagger, from her thigh strap. Heavy footsteps followed her, turning back ready to attack-

"Fuck!" She exclaimed, dropping her dagger and releasing a shaky sigh. " Daemon!"

Surprised by her frightened form, he walks slowly to where she stands. "What's going on?" He asks.

"I thought..." But Daenys couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. She let out a sob,"I thought..someone," she tried

"Shh. It's okay." Daemon takes her in his arms. She buries her face onto his shoulder, his cologne hitting me with every breath.

He strokes her hair and kisses the top of her head. Daenys couldn't take it anymore. Her body's so jacked up at this point on adrenaline, anger, lust, and tension that she act without thinking.

She pulled his head towards her and pressed her lips against his. He kissed her back, his lips firm against her.

Daenys kissed him harder, aggressively holding his body close to her own as she dissolved against him, her Prince, her Daemon, her brother, her lover.

Daemon understands how badly his babysister needs him. The tip of his tongue traces her lips, and she parted her lips for him, tasting him, tasting the wine on his lips.

He takes control, moving her backwards and pins her to the nearest wall with his hips. His hands graze across her body, and shivers run down Daenys's spine.

She let out whimper into his mouth as a dull ache resurface between her legs, and he takes her bottom lip between his teeth. "Are you sure about this?" He asks

Daenys nodded, locking her arms around his neck. He bends down and lifts her effortlessly from the ground. His hair is soft between her fingers.

He carries her to a door, a secluded room in the Brothel. She expected him to take her to the bed, but was shocked when he sat her on a smooth, polished wooden table instead.

"Tell me," he says, ripping the gown of her body completely. "If I put my hand between your thighs right now, how wet would you be for me?"

"Why don't you find out," I say bravely, a smirk plastered on my lips. But he doesn't just put his hand there. He sinks to his knees, spreading her thighs apart with his hands.

Daenys was exposed, breathless, and shaking for him.

"Please, " she whispered.

"Begging for me already?" Daemon smirked, his fingers brush against her clit as she crys out.

'Fuck," he groans, rubbing slow, torturous circles around her wet cunt. Daenys's head drops back in bliss, and he moves lower, dipping his finger inside of her, just barely at first.

He teases her until she can't take it any longer and then pushes deeper, while her cunt tighten and clench around his finger, over and over again.

"Such a tight little cunt," he says.

She whimpered his name," Umm.. Daemon, " and finally he takes her in his mouth. His tongue flicks over her clit. Daenys forgets how to breathe as everything was clenching inside of her. She quivered against him.

As if it wasn't already torturous enough, he pushes two fingers inside of her, and she crys out as he sucks and fucks her with his hands.

Everything grows and peaks, and her fingers link through his hair as she comes undone around him, almost sobbing as she calls out his name.

His thumb brushes reassuringly where he holds her waist, the gesture somehow more intimate than his face buried into her, and he pulls away

"My good girl," he tells her, praising her"| wanted to make sure you come before I fuck you."

He now carries her to the bed. Heat and excitement flood through her body once more. She unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from his shoulders.

Her eyes widen as he pulls his cock free. It's long and hard, thick with veins, and she wonders how she'll be able to take it all again.

"Don't worry," he says. "I'll be gentle this time," he said.

Daenys holds his jaw with one hand. "Maybe I don't want you to be."

He rubs his tip against her, grunting at her wetness, "You're going to wish you hadn't said that." Without any warning, he enters inside of her with one long thrust.

Daenys crys out, stretched wide, with all of him buried inside of her. He stays there, muttering something in High Valyrian, his eyes scanning her face for any sign of pain.

She clenched around him, "Fuck," he groans, eyes rolling back. "You okay, my love?"

She nodded. He kissed her hungrily as he begins to fuck her mercilessly. Her body jolts from the hard force, the headboard slamming onto the wall behind them with each stroke.

Daenys tightened her grip on him as he plunged into her faster and deeper. Relentlessly, he pounds her until her legs were shaking, and she couldn't hold it back any longer.

'Are vou going to come for me already, princess?" He asks.

"Yes, " she lets out a breathless whimper.

"You're such a good fucking girl. Taking my dick, so well, Princess." He said as he drills into her.

The orgasm rips through her. The intensity is unfathomable as her back arches, and she falls apart while he buries himself into her, groaning at his own release inside of her.

Daemon leans into her while she tries to recover. They pull apart, their lips brushing. Daenys mind did wonder off to Rhaenyra for a second worrying about her,

"We left Rhaenyra all alone," Daenys panicked,

Daemon wraps her in the blanket and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, sighing at the feeling of her in his arms. "I'm sure she'll find her way back to the castle,"

A pang of guilt surfaced Daenys, but eventually, they both fell asleep, unaware of the disaster they would have to face in the morning.

A/N: Got shit ton of assignments, and the deadline is near☹️ Pray for me.

Anyways, I'm open to ideas and suggestions- help your girl out.

[trueebeauty]

RUIN ME - GOJO SATORU

Does it hurt?

Of course, it does.

Being forced to watch someone else have everything you want... everything you need... everything they knew you desperately wanted.

It's pretty painful. Would you be wrong to flip the script?

But you could never turn your back on your sister; she was family.

And you shouldn't hate her just because she succeeded.

So you swallowed your hatred, approached her, and offered your blessings as she accepted them with a grating, cunning smile.

But none of the kind blessings that came out of your mouth held any truth, and somehow you could tell she knows.

So would it be wrong of you to…

"Satoru... what are you saying?" I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.

The words sent a jolt through me. "I want this… and you. Having you by my side is all I want."

He closed the distance between us, his presence overwhelming. Up close, I could make out every striking detail of his face - those high cheekbones, the strong jawline, full lips quirked in a knowing frown.

"I- I don't understand–"

"You know exactly what I'm getting at," he murmured, sending shivers down my spine. "I'm tired of settling just so the next person has their happy ending. Shouldn't you be too?"

I felt my face flush hot. Had I really been that obvious?

Of course, I was tired, but I didn't want to ruin my sister's, no, my family's life.

Then again, you thought about it. What had your family ever done for you? What else had your family given to your sister when it should've been yours?

Part of me screamed that this was an unforgivable act against my sister, my flesh and blood. 

But the other part didn't care, consumed by the burning need to have Gojo for myself, to take away the one thing you knew would devastate her.

But doesn’t that make you just her…just like them?

Ceasing the anger, “We can't," I said, trying to reject him, but yet, as much as I knew this was wrong, I couldn't help it. Just being near him set my nerves on fire.

Gojo's thumb stroked along my jawline as he held my gaze. "Maybe once upon a time, those rules mattered," he murmured. "But look at us now– we can choose. I'll force them if I have to."

His eyes shone with a seriousness I had never seen directed my way before. Gojo was always so carefree, so unshakable. But now–, you just didn't know.

"Don't overthink this," he urged softly. "Not when I've waited so long just to get you alone like this."

One of Gojo's hands came up to cup my cheek, calloused thumb brushing over my skin reverently. "Tell me you don't feel the same way," he said, voice almost a whisper. "Tell me, and I'll walk away. You have my word."

I searched his face and found only affection and patience there. He would respect my answer, whatever it was.

And at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care about the consequences. His embrace was all I craved, moral objections be damned.

Slowly, I shook my head. "I can't lie to you, Satoru. Not about this..." I licked my suddenly dry lips. "I feel the same way."

A look of profound relief and joy washed over Gojo's features. He stroked my cheekbone with such gentle reverence.

Then, ever so slowly, he closed the small distance between us and brushed his lips across mine in a feather-soft kiss. An electrifying jolt went through me at the tender contact.

When he pulled back, I could see the depth of emotion shining in his eyes, everything he felt was laid bare. At that moment, I knew I was forever lost to this man.

Let them condemn me.

"No more hesitations and no turning back. You're mine now," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. 

"I wouldn't have it any other way." With trembling hands, I pulled him closer, savoring his warmth, his scent, his very being. 

Tonight, we would be each other's ruin, and I couldn't wait to fall.

[wonfilms]

STRAY KIDS + HOW THEY ACT WHEN THEY’RE JEALOUS . (HYUNG LINE EDITION)

bangchan doesn't get jealous easily. well, at least that's what he thought. he trusts you with his life, he knows that you can handle issues yourself but he can't help the way his fists clench in his pockets when he sees the barista get a bit too flirty to you, he went went as far as asking for your number. that's when something genuinely snapped inside of chan, he almost feel himself scoff at the sugary sweet smiles the guy was aiming at you.

he gently nudges your side with his hand before lacing his fingers with yours and giving your palm a tight squeeze. you cough to cover a giggle as you see the way he was pouting, he pulls you close as the barista goes to make your drinks, "you alright baby?" you whisper before pressing your lips to his cheek. "mmmhm," he hums , "that guy was acting a bit weird no?"

"yeah he was seriously flirting?" you chuckle as you watch chan's expression turn sour, "channie are you really jealous of him?"

"no, 'm not it's just" he starts to argue before he lets out a sigh of defeat, "yeah i was a little bit"

you squeeze his hand tightly, "you're the only one for me chan, i promise"

.

lee know thinks he's being really suave about it , but he's really not.

"yeah?" his face lights up and you can feel your heartstrings tug a little at how sweet he looked, "always. " you reassured him, watching the way his lips immediately morphed into a soft grin.

you can tell that he wasn't enjoying the unwanted attention you were getting, from your co-worker kei, by how hard he's gripping the glass in his hands. his eyes don't stray away from slyly glaring at the man in front of you. he was so blatantly flirting with you, it made the blood boil in his veins.

though he has full trust in you, his hand comes over to rest upon your hip squeezing it tightly, just in case. he pulls you close and places a small kiss on your cheek, he watches kei out of the corner of his eyes, with a small smirk. "how about we head home babe? " he whispers loud enough for kei to hear. his breath brushes the skin of your neck, and you feel yourself shiver a little. he stands up, stretching loudly before grabbing your hand, "ah sorry kei, maybe we can catch up some other time, we're going to head back to our apartment, " he smiles sarcastically before turning to you, "you ready to go baby?"

you stifle a giggle as you watch kei's cocky expression turn into a sour one, "yeah min, let's go home" you say sweetly before you let lee know drag you out of the bar.

hyunjin won't hesitate to show you that he's jealous. even though he knows you're the only one for him and he's the only one for you, he can't help but glare at whoever's pathetically attempting to hit on you.

"you're so jealous right now..." you laugh a little at the scowl painted across lee know's face. "am not??!" he scoffs, but you can feel the grip he has on your hand tighten as he gives your palm a comforting squeeze.

"you know i only have eyes for you right?" you say softly standing still in your tracks for a moment. he halts to a stop as well as you pull him toward you. even though he's avoiding eye contact with you out of embarrassment, you catch the small smile that graces his lips at your words.

.

you're too pretty. it's almost impossible for only him to have eyes for you, however much he wishes it was true. he wants you all to himself, and apparently so does the guy across the room who keeps on looking you up and down.

he's quick to pull you close , "hey babe do you want my jacket? " he questions softly, "you look a little cold?"

he's tempted to kiss you right there and then but he doesn't want to make a scene, and plus... you don't seem to have picked up on it. you were so busy innocently giggling with han and seungmin. he didn't wanna ruin your night just because some creep was checking you out.

you turn to him with the sweetest smile and he could feel his heart melt in his chest, "oh sure hyunnie!" you take his jacket and slip your arms into it, cuddling it closer . he feels himself smiling at how cute you looked in HIS jacket, he turned to watch the expression of the man across the room turn bitter , with a smirk.

"you know you look so pretty tonight" he leans in and whispers into your ear, his breath skims your neck and you can already feel the heat rise to your cheeks. "you think so?" you laugh, attempting to hide your hot cheeks in your hands. he leans forward and presses a kiss to your temple , "i always think you're pretty baby".

.

the likelihood of someone hitting on you while he's with you is unlikely, and he almost prides himself on it. he says he's not the type to get jealous, and in all honestly it's true, he just doesn't.

changbin is intimidating, it's true.

he's got to admit the fact that there's someone watching with such hatred as he kisses you really pushes him to carry on. it's almost entertaining.

he trusts you more than himself and he knows you're more than capable of warding unwanted attention off, but there's a small part of him that crumbles every time he catches someone staring at you.

the reason isn't even you, it's himself because deep down under the brave stance he shows to everyone, he's just a little scared.

he sometimes thinks you're too good for someone like him, you're drop dead gorgeous in his eyes. everything about you drives him crazy and he knows other people think the same thing. it's almost stupid to think only he could admire you, however much he'd like that.

.. but he'd always be mature about his jealousy, even though a part of him wants to kiss you senseless to show the other person that you're taken.

a/n : i screamed and cried writing this one i liked writing the hyunjin + lee know drabbles a bit too much 🤒

[kaliforniahigh]

MEDUSA - Part Four.

We pick up right where we left off on the last part.

Warnings: talks of killing people, usual strip club stuff. Can y'all guess who the mysterious men are?

WC: 1.083 words. This one is on the shorter side, sorry :(

Summary: Y/N is a private dancer at a Gentleman's Club called Medusa. Noah Sebastian is a crime boss. Their paths cross when one night, Noah pays for one of her dances and they can't seem to be apart from each other.

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After this eventful night, you really need to take a good bath. Scrubbing your skin clean of everything that has to do with Noah Sebastian and his friends. Hoping that in the process you're able to scrub him from your mind as well.

As you push yourself off the door you closed a few minutes ago, you make your way over to the couch to make sure everything is in order and not one drop of blood was dropped on it. You notice that your notepad you have on your side table is open and your pen has been thrown on top of it.

Deciding to inspect it further, you see a number written on it and a note right under that said "in case you need me, don't hesitate to call. Noah". You stare at the note for a good three minutes. Deciding you don't need anymore of this tonight, you rip the paper from the notepad and slip it in the side pocket of your work bag.

You know. Just in case you actually need it.

It was supposed to be an uneventful night. Until Ava told you that one of the girls came down with the flu and she really needed you to work the tables and entertain the patrons. You usually wouldn't do this, deciding that this aspect of your job was behind you a while ago. But you really couldn't take anymore of her begging.

Looking around the room, you noticed that it wasn't so crowded. People were scattered around the bar and tables, and the section you were supposed to cover only had a few people. Walking around, you waited for someone to flag you down to either request a drink, or ask you to sit down and make them some company.

You passed by a table with with around five or six people, when you heard a man calling for you.

"Hey, beautiful. Why don't you grab a drink for me and one for yourself and join us?" You looked at him, he had brown eyes and soft curls on his head.

"Of course, honey. What would you like?" You put on your nicest face and voice. Part of this was working their ego to the max, pretending that you were actually interested in whatever they wanted to offer you for the time.

"I'll take an old fashioned", you told him you would be back in a minute with both of your drinks. You sauntered your way to the bar and you could feel his eyes on you.

You decided to grab yourself a mimosa, not intending on getting drunk on the job, and you still had to drive home. You went back with the drinks, noticing there was a space for you to sit down, so that is what you did.

The curly haired man kept his arm around your shoulder, and as they conversed, you pretended to be interested in something else. They always wanted company, but they didn't want anyone meddling in their bussiness. You knew the kind of patrons that attended the club, meeting Noah was an example of that.

You couldn't help but tune into their conversation while you sipped on your drink.

"I swear they're fucking pissing me off, man. I almost had one of them last night, but I couldn't get a good shot at him", said one of them, he was wearing a cap on his head, but you could tell he was bald. This caught your attention, but they couldn't be talking about what you were thinking.

"We gotta have patience. Pretty boy is gonna have what he deserves in due time", the man beside you said.

"What we have in store for them is going to shock everyone", they collectively laughed, but you kept your composure.

"And after that, Noah Sebastian is just going to be an afterthought in the city of New York". You were trying really hard not to let the shake in your hands show, that is why you decided to set your drink on the table. You mulled over his words, a million thoughts running through your head.

The hand that was on your shoulder moved down to circle around your waist. You were hoping that they would be done soon, otherwise he would notice how cold and sweaty your hands were. Thoughts of this man hurting (or killing, you know that is what they were implying) Noah, completely frightened you. At this point you really couldn't deny you cared for him to some level.

The man tapped your waist twice, a sign that you were free to go. As you were standing up, you grabbed your drink, turning around to face them and saying "it was really nice meeting you, gentleman. I'm sure I'll see you around". You made sure to commit their faces to memory, since you didn't have any names.

"The pleasure was all ours, beautiful".

You made an enormous effort to smile, turning around and leaving. You whispered to one fo your friends that you needed to go to the bathroom, asking her if she could cover your tables. You tried to walk on a normal pace, but as soon as got to the back and into the dressing rooms, you ran to your bag, grabbing the note you slipped there the night prior.

As you looked at it, you weighted your options. You could tell him about this other men's plans, or you could leave him in the dark, risking his and his friend's lives. You decided to text him a simple message.

I'm sure you know who this is, I guess you already have my number. I need you to come to the club at 9pm and meet me in the same room as last time. I'll tell them you're coming.

You waited a couple of seconds, and his response came through.

I'll be there. Is everything alright?

You appreciated his concern. But it wasn't you he should be concerned about.

For now, yes.

After this, you put your phone and paper back inside your bag. You found Ava and told her you had a really important client booked for 9pm, and she told you she would have one of the girls cover you.

As you went back to the main room, you noticed that the men from earlier were already gone. Looking at your watch you saw you had one hour until Noah was supposed to be here. You just hoped you weren't too late.

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[mintmatcha]

mint you can't just drop this and not expand for ARAN the loml

The door doesn't have a chance to slam behind you.

"Hey." Aran hurries down the sidewalk after you, tugging his jacket on as he jogs. Your jacket is still sitting on his bed with the rest and you already regret leaving it behind. "Hey."

The man manages to skirt around you, blocking your way. His mouth is contorted into a half grin, half grimace with his eyebrows tweaked up and together, as if he couldn't possibly understand why you're in the street right now.

"Atsumu said you were leaving." He smiles with those perfect, white teeth and those pretty brown lips and it makes your blood boil that he dares to be so effortless. "What's wrong?"

He smells like spiced cologne, something expensive and tasteful. You taste a hint of it when you push past. "I can't deal with you right now."

"What did I do?" he matches your stride, breath coiling into the air as he talks, "If there's something I did-"

"You're just so-- so--" You clutch the air, trying to find words to sum up your multitude of feelings and failing. You settle for the first words that tumblr into your mind and out of your mouth. "You're so fucking annoying."

Aran's gait stutters.

"Me?" he asks genuinely, "I'm annoying?

"Yes, you, Mr. Perfect." You slip your thumb into the back of your heel and pop it off, then the other. The city street's ice cold grit digs into the pad of your foot and you grimace. The walk home is going to be disgusting. "You're so sweet and hot and smart-"

"You think I'm hot?"

"Oh, like you don't know that everyone wants you," you seethe, "Add humble on top of everything. God, it's so aggravating! And you don't even try!"

Aran barks out a laugh, then swallows it back.

"Are you kidding?" Aran says, voice the edge of a chuckle again, "I try so// hard."

That puts a pause in your step. Everything about Aran has always been so effortless, from the way he walks to the way he acts. Every rounded edge of who he is always felt so genuine...

"Oh, please," you dismiss.

"I try all the time! I try constantly!" he sighs, "I follow fashion influencers, I work out every day, I haven't had a beer since I was eighteen, even though I really like like beer-- I even threw a party to impress you, and it clearly didn't work-"

"To impress me?" You try to stay angry, but the boiling inside you is fizzling out, "Why would you do that?"

"Do I really need to spell it out for you?" Aran takes a deep breath, stabilizing himself, "I like you! Oh my god, I like you so much that it makes me look stupid!"

What? Your cheeks are suddenly burning from the attention. Aran suddenly starts pacing back and forth across the width of the sidewalk, eyes locked to the ground as he starts to ramble.

"I went to buy you flowers because that's what guys do, they buy flowers, but one bouquet didn't seem like enough, so I panicked! I panicked! I bought two-- but then I realized I was walking around with two bouquets of flowers like a weirdo and then you made that face-" he finally pauses to take a breath, "That face! Right there! And I couldn't tell you the truth, so I told you they were for my mom and Mrs. Miya! Because I was embarrassed!"

A smile creeps up at the corner of your lips and Aran immediately notices.

"Don't laugh at me!" He points, even though a matching smile is sneaking onto his face, "I'm just a little anxious!"

"You're full-blown neurotic!" You pop into a full-blown guffaw and he follows suit. In the empty city street, the echo of the train carried through the alleys, you both laugh, much, much, harder than you should. By the time you both simmer down, Aran is much closer, the tails of his coat brushing against your leg.

"I'm sorry," he says, soft.

"No, it's-- I'm sorry." You have to try and figure out how you're feeling right now, "Honestly, this side of you is really charming."

"You think that's charming?"

"It's... it's human," you shrug, "I like that."

He reaches out and then hesitates, hand barely past his side. You, despite yourself, despite everything, reach out at loop your pointer around his. Surprise sets into his features, then a hint of joy.

"And here I thought you were hard to impress," he says, "Why don't we...? Can we start again? From the beginning?"

You nod.

"Hey, my name's Aran, nice to meet you." He squeezes your finger lightly, "It's freezing out here, do you want to head inside?"

"I don't usually go home with strangers." Aran squeezes harder at your teasing, "But I'll make an exception if you'll share a beer with me."

"My nutritionist says I really shouldn't-" he smiles and you notice his teeth aren't as perfect as you originally thought. There's a sliver of a gap between his front teeth, "But I can make an acception."