#they were burning holes in me so i finally sat myself down

[formula1au]

home race

summary: it was the dutch gp that your boyfriend max verstappen won. After he saw you in his driver's room he couldn't resist you

pairing: max verstappen x gf!reader

content: fluff, smut!

warning: penetrative sex, riding, blowjob, finger sucking, no protection

word count: idk sorryyy

It was the Dutch GP, and you watched your boyfriend Max cross the checkered flag first. You knew he would win this. He's dominating the whole sport right now. He's also dominating you almost every minute in your life, but that's just him.

After he jumped out of the car, he ran to his team. They patted his back, and he looked so happy. But something was missing; he was searching for you. He quickly made his way to you and kissed you in front of the camera.

"Wait for me in the driver's room," he whispered into my ear with a smirk on his face.

I didn't even wait for the podium celebrations. I quickly walked to his driver's room and closed the door with a loud bang behind me. I was nervous and also so excited because every time he won his home grand prix, he made love to me so passionately. So it was a win for both of us. I waited for him for a long time. I forgot that he needed to do the press before he was free from all the media and work stuff. But the time finally came when the door opened and closed immediately. He locked it quickly and threw me a disappointed look.

"I thought it was clear that I wanted you naked and on your knees as soon as I arrived," he shook his head, clearly getting impatient.

"Are you deaf? Get to work," I started to undress. I didn't want him to be mad because then he would not let me climax.

After I was completely naked, he gestured for me to crawl to the couch. Max was already naked, and he looked so attractive. "Come on, baby. You're going to use that tongue of yours for something more useful," I nodded and sat between his legs. His erection was already hard and leaking.

Firstly, I teased him with gentle licks, but then I took him fully into my mouth. He started thrusting his hips into my mouth. Tears appeared in my eyes, and he seemed to enjoy it. After some time, he gripped my hair and pushed me onto his dick. My throat had never felt worse.

"Ugh, schatje, you're going to make me cum," he moaned and then pulled me off. "Open up," he said, and I opened my mouth for him to cum straight into it.

I needed release too, so I started touching myself and grinding onto the ground. Max immediately noticed. Of course, he did.

"Is my poor little baby getting all worked up?" He pulled me into his lap and thrust his fingers into me. I cried out from the unexpected stimulation on my clit. "You're going to cum on my fingers, and then I'm going to give you my cock, okay?" He asked, even though it wasn't even a question. I was his to do whatever he wanted with me.

I came pretty quickly when he even started sucking hickeys into my chest and pinching my nipples until they were all red and sensitive.

"I want your dick," I whined.

"What do we say when we want something? Where are your manners, liefje?" He stroked his dick and teased my entrance with his tip.

"Please, Maxie, I need it so badly," I cried out. My thighs were still trembling from the previous orgasm.

"There's my good girl again," he slammed me down onto his cock, holding me down. The burning sensation was so pleasurable.

"Come on, make yourself feel good on my cock and make yourself cum," he drew circles into my thighs as I started riding him.

Max whispered all sorts of dirty things into my ear. After I slowed down, he flipped me onto my stomach and started thrusting into me while stimulating my clit. I came with a shout of his name.

"That's it, y/n. You're literally milking me, baby. Look at that hole of yours taking me like a champ. I'm going to cum inside you," he mumbled, and then he came inside me with a loud groan.

"I'm pulling out, baby," he kissed my shoulder blade and pulled out. I felt his and my cum leaking out of me. He pushed one finger into my entrance and then sucked it clean.

"Do you want to taste yourself?" He did the same but put the finger into my mouth. I sucked his finger clean. Then I let myself collapse on the couch.

I heard some rustling behind me, so I turned onto my back and saw Max walking with a wet towel.

"I'm going to clean you," he kissed me and then cleaned me. "You need to go pee, baby." I stood up and walked into the small bathroom in his driver's room. I peed, washed my hands, and returned.

Max has already made the couch more comfortable. He walked towards me and picked me up. Then he laid me down and lay next to me. He put a cover on us.

"What about post-sex cuddles?" He asked with a smirk.

"Mhm, that sounds amazing," I giggled and snuggled into his warm skin.

"By the way, you did so well, Maxie. I didn't have time to tell you that," he laughs and kisses me on the head. "Thank you, schatje. I did it for you. And for my family. And for the fans." We laugh together, and then the room falls into peaceful quiet.

[oizysian]

26 // Spoils of war // The Queen’s Prize

Summary: The war is ended and the prize must be claimed.

Pairing: Princess!Wanda Maximoff x Queen!Fem!Reader

Warnings: semi dirty talk, talks of murder, sex

Word count: 940

Kinktober masterlist

“My Lady, the princess has been captured and the king is dead.”

“Good,” I said, sitting straight up on my throne. “Bring her to me.”

The long war was finally over. King Maximoff was dead and his daughter and his kingdom were my prize. I smirked to myself triumphantly, proud of my most recent, and most important victory.

My guards entered the throne room, practically dragging the bound princess along as they made their way to me. She didn’t struggle, but she wasn’t being cooperative either. They tossed her down at my feet in a heap, her soft sobs the only sound in the room.

“Lady Maximoff. It looks as if you and your fathers kingdom belong to me.” She raised her emerald eyes to look at me and I smiled. “Take her to my chambers. I want to claim my prize officially.”

“You monster!” She cried, making an attempt to stand but failing. “I’ll never belong to you.”

My smile never faltered, it just grew wider as they grabbed her again and dragged her out the double doors towards my private room.

I stood from the throne, watching her still form practically being carried down the hallway, her angry eyes burning holes into me until she was far out of view.

I knew I’d better not waste any time in following them up, as it would be rude to have my future wife waiting on me. I followed slowly, bracing myself and walking out regally as I made my way down the hall and up the long, spiral staircase. It gave me time to think.

I finally had the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the world; Lady Wanda Maximoff. Her father had denied my request to marry her and join our kingdoms together, so I took matters into my own hands.

I could hear her yelling as I reached the top of the stairs, guards waiting in front of the double doors that led to my room.

“You may go.” I told them and they nodded, taking their leave.

I took a moment before opening the door, walking in and looking around for my soon-to-be wife. There she sat, in front of the fireplace, her hands still tied behind her back but her legs free.

I approached her quietly and she gasped once she saw me, flames of rage burning in her eyes once our gazes met.

“Don’t come near me!”

I smiled, reaching around her and untying her hands. I leaned in close and whispered in her ear.

“They’re gone. I’ve sent them away.”

There was a beat before she wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly.

“Oh, I’m so happy!” I responded To her hug in full, wrapping my arms around her waist and holding against myself.

“Me too, my love. It’s a shame your father had to die though.”

“He forbade me from being with you. He had to die.”

I nodded, definitely agreeing with her. If only he hadn’t been so against his daughter marrying a woman, we would have joined forces.

She pressed her lips to my own, reaching up under my dress to remove my underwear.

“Eager?” I teased and she nodded.

“Very. It’s been months since I’ve seen you last. I need to touch you.”

I kissed her, moving us towards the bed. Her hands still moved and explored under my skirts, caressing all the contours of my body as I guided her. The backs of her knees hit the bed and she fell backward and I fell on top of her, both of us breaking out into soft giggles.

“I love you.” I stroked her face, smiling down at her happily.

“I love you too.”

I slid my hand underneath her, doing my best and struggling to undo the buttons on her dress. It needed to come off.

When I finally got the dress undone, she wriggled out of it and I threw it off to the side, leaving her bare before me.

“A princess with no undergarments? Obscene.”

“I knew what was going to happen today. I wanted to be ready for you.”

I kissed her again and again until we were both breathless, my hands trailing down her body to caress every inch of her, trying to memorize every contour, every freckle on her skin.

When I reached the apex of her thighs, she spread them eagerly and I buried my fingers in her tight wetness, moaning as she clenched around me.

“I missed feeling you like this.” I whispered softly against her neck, her hot breath hitting my ear as she panted with every thrust.

“I missed having you inside me.” She reached around and grabbed me by my shoulders, holding me close. “I feel so empty without you.”

She grunted as I fucked her, her walls fluttering around my fingers. She kissed and nibbled at my neck, causing my own wetness to seep through my panties.

“Cum for me, my love.” I cooed softly, wanting nothing more than for her to cum around my fingers again and again for the rest of our lives.

“Harder.” She whimpered and I moved my fingers faster, harder against her, her moans of pleasure becoming louder.

If any of the guards still lingered at the door, despite my order to leave, they would hear that I was claiming the princess as my own, fucking her until all she knew was my name.

She writhed beneath me as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. I purposely allowed her to scream and moan as she came, wanting everyone to hear and to know that Princess Wanda Maximoff was mine.

[thef1diary]

dirtbag!carlos is filthy…. I LOVE IT

can you do one with inexperienced reader and he loves how timid she is?

— thank you!! I’m loving the innocent reader aspect a lil too much lately 🫣 18+ content below

Carlos always had a way of making you feel small—not just in stature, but in how effortlessly he unraveled every ounce of composure you thought you had. You were sitting on the edge of his bed now, naked, your thighs pressed tightly together, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you tried to avoid his gaze. It was impossible, though; Carlos had a presence that demanded your attention, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your stomach flutter.

“You’re always so shy with me,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost teasing, as he kneeled between your legs. “But you’ll let me see everything tonight, huh? All mine to play with.”

Your face burned as he spread your legs gently, his large hands firm on your thighs. The cool air brushed over your already soaked folds, making you shiver, and he chuckled low, the sound vibrating straight to your core.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, his thumb grazing lightly over your clit. The simple touch made you jolt, a gasp escaping your lips. “You’re dripping, nena. Tell me, have you ever been this wet for anyone else?”

“N-no,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I… I’ve never—”

He tilted his head, his lips curving into that cocky smirk that made your knees weak. “Never let anyone touch you like this before?”

You shook your head, your cheeks burning even hotter. “I’ve only tried… by myself,” you admitted, your voice shaky.

Carlos’s smirk deepened. “Tried?” he echoed, sliding his thumb lower, just barely brushing over your hole. “Couldn’t make yourself cum, could you?”

You shook your head again, biting your lip as embarrassment washed over you.

“That’s because these pretty little fingers of yours weren’t enough, princesa,” he murmured, lifting your hand to kiss your fingertips. “You needed someone who knows what they’re doing. Someone like me.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned closer, his warm breath fanning over your soaked folds. “But this tight little cunt,” he muttered, almost to himself, “it’s not ready for my cock yet. Might be too much for you to handle.”

Before you could respond, his tongue flicked out, gliding over your clit in a soft, experimental stroke. Your hips jerked off the bed, a strangled moan escaping your lips.

“Easy, nena,” he murmured, his voice muffled against you. “I’ve got you.”

He took his time, his mouth moving against you in slow, deliberate strokes that made your head spin. His tongue pierced through the haze of pleasure, the metal ball grazing over your sensitive nub with just enough pressure to make you whimper.

“Carlos,” you gasped, your hands flying to his hair, tugging helplessly as he sucked gently on your clit, his tongue working in languid circles that left you trembling.

“Hmm,” he hummed against you, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you still. “So fucking sweet. You’ve been hiding all this way, haven’t you?”

You nodded weakly, unable to form words as he doubled down, the warmth of his mouth overwhelming. He spread your folds apart with his tongue, dipping into your hole before returning to your clit. The soreness of your untouched cunt melted into pleasure, an intense heat building low in your belly that you’d never felt before.

“Let go for me,” he rasped, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, his lips glistening with your arousal. “Show me how good I make you feel, princesa. I want to hear you scream my name.”

And then his mouth was back on you, relentless and unyielding, his tongue and lips working in perfect sync until the knot in your stomach snapped. You cried out, your body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your hands clinging to his hair for dear life.

When you finally came down, he pressed a soft kiss to your thigh, his smirk returning as he sat back on his heels. “Told you, didn’t I?” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You just needed me to teach you.”

“Can you teach me more?” You asked, almost timidly, and were met with a wicked smirk from him, already revealing his response.

want more dirtbag!carlos? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[sucker4colby]

Parties over: Part 2

Summary : Colby’s in the doghouse after forgetting his girlfriends birthday to hang out with amber. He has to knock down the wall she built around herself.

Warning : angst , jealousy , insecurity, cussing

Pairing: Colby Brock x female reader

Part 1

It took me a moment to be able to tear my gaze away from my reflection and to stop criticizing everything I saw. I had to accept today was going to be one of those where I wasn’t comfortable in my own skin so I just made my way downstairs after changing into shorts and a knitted sweater hoping I wouldn’t see the blue eyed boy I was upset with.

Unfortunately for me he sat at the island eating a bowl of cereal in his own world as our friends did their own thing around him. I noticed how his hair was unruly and he looked tired as If he didn’t sleep last night. My eyes snapped away from him as Sam called out my name. “ there’s breakfast over on the counter if you want some.” The blonde boy pointed over his shoulder at the counter where a stack of waffles resided. I could see Colby’s head snap up from the corner of my eyes to look at me as his friend announced my presence but I avoided looking at him knowing I’d break on the spot to look at him. I smiled at Sam muttering a thank you as I made my way over to the food.

I heard his chair scrape against the floor as he hurriedly walked over to me stopping me from taking a plate . “ I can get your food.” Colby offered grabbing the plate I was reaching for looking down at me. Anger bubbled up inside of me and I glared at him. “ I’m not hungry anymore thanks.” I spat spinning on my heels and walking away from the prying eyes of our friends. He was just going to act like he didn’t blow me off on my birthday to be with another woman and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let that slide.

I might overreacted but If I wasn’t important enough why did he keep the act up, why not just rip the bandage off and break up with me. I sighed walking into the living room to see the mess from last night, cups ,trash bottles of liquor littered every surface. Grabbing a trash bag from the cabinet I began picking up hoping to get a head start before everyone came to help out.

I know he was standing there trying to figure out how to approach me but I couldn’t bring myself to ask him what he needed so I just pretended he wasn’t there. It was a difficult task to do when his blue eyes felt like they were burning a hole in my skin, I could see the distraught look on his face and it hurt my heart but he was the one who messed up.

Finally he cleared his throat to announce his presence as if I didn’t already know, it was hard not know when you’ve memorized the sound of his footsteps and when his presence filled up the whole room. I looked up to meet his sad eyes quirking an eyebrow up at him. “ I have something for you.” He told me in a small voice and brought his hands out in front of him presenting a small black box. I could see him deflect more as he noticed I wasn’t changing my stoic composure towards him. “ I also ordered you a cake from that bakery you like, I know you wanted one of those for your birthday.” He rambled only making me more upset. I hated that I couldn’t stay angry at him, was I really that smitten over him that I’d roll over and act like nothing happened just because it was him.

“ yeah for my birthday Colby.. which was yesterday had you of cared enough you would’ve remembered but how could you ? You were a bit …preoccupied.” I spat out the last word throwing the trash bag on the couch moving past him to go cool off in my room.

I threw myself on the bed and cried wishing my comforter would just hide me away from everything. He was probably trying to be nice so he wouldn’t feel bad once he left me for amber. My chest burned with jealousy at the thought of him doing everything I wanted of him for her, why wasn’t I good enough for him, He was everything for me and maybe that was the problem. I had to make it easier on both of us and end things myself because I know he wouldn’t do it.

I didn’t hear my door open or close but I noticed my bed dip making me wipe my eyes and look out from under cover. I cried even harder once I saw Colby sitting next me. He had tears in his eyes as well as he moved to put me on his lap, I didn’t try to fight him because this is probably the last time I’ll get to be in his arms. I wanted to memorize everything about him before I lost him.

“Baby I’m so sorry, I was a dumbass, I promise I didn’t mean to forget I just had to much on my plate and I got my days mixed up.” He sniffled setting his cheek on my head and caressing my leg knowing that calmed me down. “Do you not love me anymore?" I asked looking down at my lap picking at the loose thread on my knitted sweater. I felt like I could throw up waiting for him to answer me. "What ?" He asked me I could feel the bed shift under his weight as he turned to face me.

My face heated up at having to repeat my previous statement. I was embarrassed I had to ask him if he still loved me , if he did I wouldn't have to ask and save myself the heartache. " if you don't that's ok, i just.. I feel like I should know if you don't love me anymore, no one should be in a relationship without love." I mumbled my voice cracking as I tried to stop myself from crying even more. I could feel the tears pooling at my waterline even more as I tried to stop myself causing me to grow frustrated with myself . I put my hands over my face shielding my face from his view as my body shook after each sob.

“ baby I love you so much it hurts, I’m so sorry I made you feel like this. I’m sorry I made you doubt my love for you.” He whimpered rocking us back and forth holding me tighter to his body. “ I love you so so much, I was looking forward to yesterdays date because that’s the day my love was born, I should’ve been here but I promise I’ll make it up to you now.” He whispered kissing the crown of my head and I wrapped my arms around him. My heart softening “ I could never love anyone the way I love you, I can’t imagine getting so excited to come home to someone that isn’t you, you’re my favorite part of everyday and I don’t ever want to lose that.” His words slowly eased my worries.

I felt horrible because Colby wasn’t a bad person and he’d never intentionally hurt someone. I was so insecure I forgot how kind hearted and pure he was, That’s why I fell in love with him in the first place. I was caught up in my head I almost him because I was being childish. “ I’m sorry, I overreacted.” I hiccuped into his neck as I hugged him close to my body. He let out a small laugh rubbing circles on my back under my sweater. “ I think you under-reacted, I thought I was done for.” He told me causing me to giggle. “ I’m really sorry baby I know you were looking forward to your birthday.” He apologized again leaning back to look at me. I sat back on his lap to look at him. “ I just wanted to be with you, but you’re here now and that’s all I care about.” I told him making sure he knew I just wanted him.

He smiled and placed a kiss on my lips causing a smile to grow on my face. “ that one’s because I’m sorry and these are because you turned 23.” He said before attacking my face with kisses causing me to laugh as he counted each kiss. He let out a quick oh reaching over the bed to retrieve the same black box he had shown me earlier passing it over to me. I shot him a questioning look taking the small box and opening it. My eyes started watering again and I let out a small gasp at the small necklace that rested inside. “ I chose this out a while back and I wanted something you could wear everyday.” He explained taking it out of my hands and moving my hair to the side, I moved on his lap so he could clip it on. “ thank you, I love it.” I told him as he placed a delicate kiss on my expose shoulder where my sweater started slipping off. “ I love you .” He mumbled wrapping his arms around my again pulling my into his chest. I exhaled in relief leaning back and taking comfort in his warmth knowing we’d be ok, I had fallen in love with the sweetest soul and as perfect as he was he was only human, he was bound to make mistakes.

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Part 2 guys !!!

I hope you enjoyed it. I almost made them break up but I just couldn’t bring myself to make Colby the bad guy 🥲

Let me know what you guys think !!!

[angelpregdreams]

naga's egg (1st person pov)

content: egg birth, labor kink, fpreg

I realized too late what the twinge of pain deep in my core was, now a day later and huffing uncomfortably as I dressed myself. I paused and rubbed the underside of my belly, trying to ease the tightening of pain that crept up on me. The labor pain that crept up on me. Admitting that made my stomach turn and I breathed in deeply to ease the tension in my body.

...it didn’t work.

Grunting, I shifted, trying to stand up straight but the pressure and aching pain made it difficult. I huffed and weighed my options, screwing my eyes shut as the pain intensified, realizing quickly that I may not have a choice.

I didn’t want to linger here and give birth in this shithole of a tavern, barely passing as an inn. The reality was I didn’t want to be caught in such a vulnerable state. No one around here had recognized me from my old town, and I finally was able to stay in one place for more than a few days. But every extra day was pushing my limit of safety. 

The ache settled slightly but new pressure built deeper in my pelvis and I groaned quietly to myself, returning to the bed. Leaning over onto my hands and knees, I spread my thighs and rocked my hips slightly, knowing my only option was to remain here and deliver. The little beast seemed ready to be born, the safety of both of us be damned.

Resigning myself to this, I sighed and dropped my head, releasing a deep breath. 

My hips continued to rock, but it did little to ease the pain nor the pressure. As time passed, it simply worked to give me some comfort by moving and not having to remain still. My belly moved with me, the soft skin of my bump swaying with my breasts as I moved. I tossed my head back and cried out softly, the pressure dropping down between my hips with the pain again, only it didn’t disappear once the pain ended. A massive weight now sat between my thighs and I had to adjust on my hands and knees to widen how far my legs were apart. 

I whined, gritting my teeth harshly, as the noise turned into a growl. I arched my back, my belly dropping lower and pressing against the bed as I pushed, sensing the pressure shift so abruptly. 

Releasing the push also resulted in me releasing a breath I didn't realize I held in. Groaning again, my hips angled upward as I began to push again, feeling the weight slide so slowly down my tight hole. Everything made my senses burn, the feeling of the weight, the feeling of being stretched apart from the inside, the dreadful feeling of pressure that kept increasing. 

Unable to do anything but what my body commanded, I began to push again and again and again. My hips stilled after a while, simply arched on my hands and knees, unable to do anything but push and moan in pain. 

When the pain became unbearable, I felt my pussy begin to open, my folds immediately pulling apart to cling to the hard shell of the naga's egg that was inside of me as it began to come to a crown.

I dropped to my elbows, struggling to keep myself upright as I continued to strain and push with the pain and pressure. It was a bit harder, the huge egg worked slightly against gravity, but it eased my back somewhat, and let me get my legs wider apart with a little wiggling. 

The egg bulged my folds outward, and I could feel my body part around it, the crown returning and then staying. My pussy now fully spread tightly around the egg, as I moaned and dropped my head onto the bed. 

I wanted to scream as I strained again, this time harder than before and felt the huge egg lurch slightly, stilling at the widest point. Tears burned my eyes and I couldn't believe my body was pulled so tightly, it felt surreal, even as the pain felt very noticeable. 

A pathetic cry whimpered out of my mouth as I pushed again, softer this time, now scared that I would be torn apart.

The egg, tapered on the end now protruding out of me felt awkward and pressed against my thighs, making me urge them apart in surprise. I struggled with my balance whimpering as I tried to open my hips more. As soon as I shifted, I pushed and groaned loudly, my body seizing tightly around itself as I pushed. 

A soft pop caught me off guard, and then I felt the ease of pressure, followed quickly by a trickle of slick spilling down my front and my thighs. The dark grey egg plopped onto the bed between my knees and I sobbed loudly. Relief made me collapse into the bed, my body releasing the remainder of the stress and tension as I suddenly noticed my vision got dark and hazy. Succumbing to sleep, I wiggled around my egg protectively, bringing it to rest against my stomach where it had sat for the last year. I already noticed I missed the weight of it inside me.

[sandorswhore]

don’t you dare

summary: you were a little shit all day, chris gets fed up.

warnings: brat!reader, dom!chris, bdsm type relationship kinda, face fucking, kinda intense but not super crazy

“go put on real clothes before matt and nick get home”

chris was doing the dishes from breakfast, i was sitting on the couch in just one of his tshirts and my panties, since it was just the two of us home at the moment.

“no” i spat back quickly, not taking my eyes off my phone.

“no?” he seemed genuinely shocked by my response.

“you heard me”

“go get dressed, now”

“but i’m comfyyyyy” i whined.

“i won’t tell you again. go” he pointed toward the stairs.

i threw my phone down on the couch before getting up and stomping downstairs. when i got to our room i slammed the door, a little harder than i meant to but whatever, it served its purpose.

i looked for something to wear and decided on some short athletic shorts and a tight crop top. i chose to wear a bra so i wouldn’t get actually murdered.

i walked back upstairs and made my way over to the couch. chris looked up at me when he heard me approaching. i met his eyes briefly before he looked away, huffing and shaking his head.

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“baby can you bring me a pepsi?”

i had gotten up to go to the bathroom and after i walked out i heard chris call out.

“sure” i said back, loud enough for him to hear me.

i walked into the kitchen and grabbed a can from the fridge, also grabbing myself a water. i left the pepsi on the counter, and walked back to the couch.

i could feel chris’ eyes on me as i sat down, placing my water on the coffee table and taking out my phone. i turned to look at him.

“what?” my attitude definitely came out in my voice, i could tell when his gaze changed.

“pepsi?” he asked, trying to be patient in case i actually did forget.

“oh yeah, i forgot” i quickly went back to my phone but i could still feel him staring at me. he finally turned away, lifting himself off the couch with a huff.

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chris was sat at his pc while i laid on our bed. he needed to do some boring work thing, meaning i was getting no attention. i sighed as loud and as dramatically as i could, determined to get his attention but he didn’t even flinch.

“chris” i said, very monotone and at my regular volume. he either didn’t hear me or he was ignoring me.

“chrisss” i whined, a bit louder this time.

“hm?” he mumbled without turning his head.

“i’m bored” he didn’t respond. i got up from the bed and walked to his desk, leaning over his shoulder and licking a stripe up his neck to his ear. he stayed silent.

“did you hear me?”

“yes baby, i heard you. i promise i will give you attention as soon as i’m done.” he said, finally facing me.

“but i need attention nowww”

“the sooner i get this done, the sooner i can give you attention. now go sit back down and be quiet”

“whatever” i replied with such a dramatic attitude, i could practically hear him rolling his eyes. i flopped back on the bed, pulling out my phone and going on tiktok, purposely turning the volume up.

“turn that down” he said sternly.

“or what?” he spun around in his chair.

“turn it down, now” i tried to hold his stare but he ultimately won, i mean how could you disobey those eyes? i rolled my eyes, turning my phone down and rolling over so i was facing away from him.

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we had all ordered a pizza and were sitting on the couch eating. i was being purposefully loud, nick was enjoying it while matt just kind of smiled to himself. the only one i was really annoying, was chris. he kept giving me looks

“y/n” i turned to him, “lower your voice”

i stuck my tongue out at him before turning back to nick. i could feel his eyes burning a hole through the back of my skull.

nick was very aware of our dynamic, being my best friend and all, so he shot me a look. i just shrugged and continued eating, getting back into my conversation, lowering my voice just a bit.

“fucking brat”

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after dinner we decided to watch a movie, something none of us had seen before. we all got comfortable, chris and i on the chaise of the couch, nick laying on the main part and matt on another couch perpendicular to ours.

i cuddled into chris, even if he was pissed at me he never denied cuddles. he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close.

at this point, i was frustrated. i had been such a little shit all day, why hasn’t he fucked me? or teased me at least. i noticed his hand over my shoulder and decided to bite it. not hard, just enough to get his attention. he pulled his hand away and flicked my ear, i just cuddled back into him as if nothing happened.

but i got bored again. i placed my hand on his thigh, far away enough from his crotch that it could be seen as innocent. i slowly inched my way toward the inside of his thigh before just placing my palm over his dick through his pants. he grabbed my hand and looked at me. i couldn’t contain my smirk, he was just so easy to get riled up.

chris stood up, his hand still wrapped around my wrist though the grip was tighter. he pulled me up off the couch and towards our room.

“we’re going to bed, goodnight guys”

“night” nick and matt replied at the same time, giving each other a look.

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chris harshly pulled me into his room and shut the door. he let go of me and i stood in front of the door.

“i wanted to finish the movie” i whined, knowing that i didn’t give two shits about the movie.

“so did i” he walked towards me, forcing my back against the door, “but i couldn’t because you were being a fucking brat” he spat, words soaked with venom.

“you’ve been a brat all day”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about”

he wrapped his hand around my throat, pinning me up against the door.

“you sure about that? you weren’t acting like a little bitch all day to get daddy worked up?”

i just stared at him, even if i had something to say i wouldn’t be able to get it out.

“i asked you a question slut” he tightened his grip on my neck.

“jus wanted to tease you a bit, that’s all…” my words trailed off.

he pulled me over to our bed, his grasp on my neck still firm. he pulled my face close to his after he sat on the edge.

“strip” he commanded, letting go of my neck.

i quickly pulled off all my clothes, minus my panties, he always wanted me to keep them on.

“on your knees” his tone wasn’t angry, but stern enough to make me think twice about disobeying.

i sat in front of him, on my knees with my posture straight. chris hated when i slouched. he leaned back, resting his hands on the bed behind him. i took this as an invitation, well, more of a command i guess.

i moved my hands to the waist band of his pants, slowly, in case i had misread his cues. hooking my fingers around them and his boxers, i pulled them both down, chris lifting his hips slightly so i could take them all the way off. his cock was red and angry, precum covering the tip. i went in immediately, desperate to taste him, to make him feel good.

i was interrupted by his hand in my hair, harshly pulling me back. i looked up at him, slightly confused.

“only good girls get to suck daddy’s cock, whores get their face fucked” i pouted a bit, not intentionally. i didn’t love face fucking, but chris did and i knew full well that it was a possibility when i started my act this morning.

“don’t you dare pout,” he tightened his grip on my hair, making me gasp, “you know what happens when you act like a brat”

i tried to wipe the pout off my face, hiding my disappointment that i wouldn’t get to suck him off but i should’ve known better.

“open” i opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out. chris stood up off the bed, slowly pushing himself into me. he kept his grip on my hair and put his other hand under my chin so he had full control over my head. he started slow, knowing that this wasn’t my favorite thing and even though he had to punish me, he didn’t want to hurt me.

the thing is, he’s just so fucking thick. when i’m sucking him off i can take my time, i have no issue taking all of him, but he’s so thick that i literally have to stretch my mouth out. so when he fucks my face, i don’t have time to get used to it and my mouth gets tired.

his thrusts got harder, sharper. i looked up at him as best i could, his head was thrown back, hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes closed. i wish i could have this image of him tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.

he must’ve felt me staring, snapping his neck down and smirking at me.

“such an obedient little whore. i knew you couldn’t keep your act up forever, just needed daddy to make you desperate enough”

i groaned around him. he knew me so well, inside and out.

“fuck you’re gonna make daddy cum baby” he praised, unable to help himself, “and you’re going to swallow all of it, you don’t wanna know what’ll happen if you don’t”

i did kind of want to know but the thought of swallowing all his cum was too appealing. i moaned around him, letting him know i understood. he groaned at the vibrations and after a few more thrusts i felt him shoot his warm load to the back of my throat.

i took it down easily, loving the taste of him. i stuck my tongue out, showing him that i listened. he grabbed my jaw and smacked me lightly.

“my perfect slut” chris reached his hands out to me, helping me up off the floor before pushing me back on the bed. i looked at him confused, he met my eyes and looked down. i followed and was faced with his still hard cock. i must’ve really worked him up.

he moved his hands down my stomach coming to the waistband of my panties, a dark spot covering my core. he pulled them down my legs, discarding them somewhere in the room.

“i’m not done with you, hands and knees”

this wasn’t a punishment for me anymore, i loved doggy, feeling his chest against my back, his hands in my hair or around my throat and his balls slapping my clit, god it was just the perfect position.

chris positioned himself at my entrance, his grip on my hips light as he sunk the tip of his dick in me. he did that a few more times, hands on my hips barely touching me.

he ran his hand up my spine, ghosting my skin, with only the first inch of his cock inside me. grabbing my hair, he slammed into me, giving me no time to adjust to his girth before pulling out and pushing back in harder, if that was even possible. i screamed, the pain to pleasure ratio too high.

“fuck so good daddy” i yelled as best i could, it came out as more of a squawk.

“yeah you like how hard daddy is with you?” he pulled tighter on my hair, “how worked up i get when you act like a little bitch,” slapped my ass, “you belong to me” then the other side.

“you are fucking mine, you obey me, listen to my orders”

“hnngggg daddy please”

“say it” i stayed silent “say. it.” he spat into my ear, making me jump.

“i’m yours, fuck i-i’m all yours”

“and so you don’t fucking forget it, i’m gonna pump my cum so far into you it’ll never come out”

“god please PLEASE fuck n-need it please daddy”

“love when you beg me like a good slut. do it some more baby, tell daddy how much you want it”

“FUCK daddy please god i need it so bad”

he grunts.

“daddy please please please i’ll be good i promise, please” i was practically sobbing, begging him to fill me up. i knew he’d hold this against me, next time i’m feeling bratty, more likely tomorrow morning.

“good girl baby, so good for me, just needed to be fucked good. that’s all, right?”

“yes fuck daddy cummmming” was all i managed to get out.

“yes baby, let go, been so good for me”

and just as soon as he told me to let go, he did too. i felt his hot cum paint my walls and i saw stars, i let out the most ungodly noise. you could probably hear it at the wendy’s down the street.

chris continued to pump into me, keeping his promise and fucking his cum so far inside me it was never coming out. he collapsed on top of me before rolling us over on our sides. i thought about trying to move away, get him out of me but i was so tired, and i love having him inside me.

“i think you should have to sleep with my cock and cum inside you” i could hear the smirk on his face. i just pulled him closer, as tight as i could, which apparently wasn’t very hard because he laughed at me and pulled me farther into his arms. i could feel his cum move around inside me as he kissed the top of my head.

“fuckin brat”

a/n- i really really really like this it was so fun to write i hope yall enjoy

[yourimagines]

Hi, can you perhaps write a one shot about the new fallout series. Perhaps about Maximus?

love your stories ❤️

Sure, I really like the series, as a gamer myself.

I hope you like this one ❤️

Wanderer

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Swearing, Blood, and Fluff

Y/N POV

The sun was shining down on me as I walked through the desert waste land. Sweat and blood were dripping down my skin, a bullet hole was on my right side of my shoulder and the headache I was having was getting worse by the minute. “I think I’m going crazy…” A loud explosion was heard in the distance, a shot of pain shoot through my head, causing me to shut my eyes. “Ahh…” my hand went up to my face as I fell down on my knees. “Please don’t let me die…” I slowly opened my eyes, trying to stay awake. My vision was blurry and my knees started to hurt from all the hot sand beneath them. I slowly fell flat down on my chest as a shadow started to cover me, I tilted my head up and saw something standing close to me. My eyes slowly rolled back and my face fell down again as I lost my consciousness.

Everything was pitch black, a weird uncomfortable feeling was flowing through my body. I felt heavy but also light, as something was carrying me. I tried everything, moving my arms, opening my eyes but nothing happened so panic started to creep in. I felt trapped in my own body without knowing what was happening to me.

Maximus POV

I saw a beautiful young woman wandering all alone under the desert sun, she was almost passed out when I spotted her. She’s probably wounded and dehydrated from all the heat. So I thought let’s go help her out, look if she needs some help but when I finally got to her she fell down, losing her consciousness. “I’ve got you.” I carefully picked her up and carried her out of the burning sun. She looked beautiful, she’s not from up here as her blue, yellow clothing and she wasn’t smelling bad, she had access to water. She could be from a vault or something.

I lay her down on the cold floor and checked her for some injuries. She had a view cuts and one bullet hole on the right side of her shoulder. I carefully took a better look at her shoulder and saw that the bullet went all the way through her shoulder, meaning it wasn’t there anymore. “You need a sting pack immediately.” I got out of my suit and grabbed the sting pack from my left arm. I kneeled down next to her and carefully injected the needle into her soft skin. “You’re going to be okay.”

Y/N POV

I woke up all alone in an old building with a sore shoulder. “Urgh…” my head was still pounding from all the heat and dehydration. I slowly sat up and saw a young man sitting in front of me, smiling at me. “Hi.” His voice sounded low and soft as he greeted me. “Hi.” My voice sounded a bit hoarse and not so sweet as usual. “You passed out because you were wounded, I fixed that problem for you.” He pointed at my shoulder. “Thank you….” “Maximus. My name is Maximus.” I nodded and took a look at my shoulder. “Why? Why did you help me, Maximus?” My shoulder was still hurting but the wound itself was looking way better than it was before. “Why not?” I looked back at him, he looked a bit confused. “Because we don’t know each other, I could have killed you.” He shrugged his shoulders and looks down at his hands. “Maybe but you needed help. And I do the right thing by helping people.”

Maximus POV

She was right but that’s not how I want to be, ignoring the people who need my help. I’m a knight now and I should help them. “Okay, well maybe I can help you out then, so tell me where are you heading?” “Las Vegas, I’m on a mission to save the world.” I saw her lips curl up, trying not to laugh. “Yeah, Yeah, I know it sounds stupid…” she shook her head as her cheeks got a rosy colour. “No it’s not, I-I’m also on my way to Las Vegas.” I was surprised, she was going to the same place. “Why?” “To find the person who shot me.” She pointed at her shoulder. “Okay, well we could go together, I mean it’s better than travelling alone.” She nodded and stood up. “Okay, let’s go then.” I smiled and stood up as well. “Have you ever flown before?”

She was clinging onto the suit as I flew us through the air. “Are you okay?” She had her eyes closed, probably afraid of falling down. She only nodded and I knew that I needed to land. I slowly went down and wrapped my arm around her as my feet touched the ground. She carefully opened her eyes and saw we were back on the ground. “We walk the rest.” I slowly placed her down on the ground. She nods and starts to walk.

Y/N POV

Max was a great companion to have in these harsh conditions. The loneliness was getting to my head and everyone I met wanted to kill me, just because I’m from a vault. “We should take a rest.” His robotic voice said to me. “Yeah, my legs hurt.” I sat down against an old wall, just out of the sun. He did the same but still in his suit. “You should take some sleep, you need it for your shoulder.” I wasn’t sure about that one, sleeping with a stranger. Yes he saved me but who says he doesn’t do anything to me, like selling me for caps. “I won’t do anything to you, I trust you and you should trust me. We are companions now.” I nodded and tried to get comfortable but everything felt uncomfortable. “I can’t, my shoulder hurts and the sand irritates my skin.” I felt a mental breakdown coming up as my eyes started to prick. “Come here.” He patted on his lap and I got shy. “Uhh you sure?” He nods and moved his legs a bit, getting comfortable by himself. I moved shyly to him and crawled into his lap. “Better right?” I was blushing very hard and hide my face against his metal chest. “I’ll keep watch, just rest a bit.”

I don’t want to admit it but I slept very good on his metal suit. His suit was cold outside the sun and it made me feel better. “Are you okay?” He asks me as we walked through the dessert again. “Yes, are you?” He nods and looks around. “I think we are almost there.” I stayed close to him as we walked over a hill. “I think we are here.” I said as I pointed to the city down the hill. “Well, thank you for your company Maximus.” I said to him, he nodded slowly and looked back at the town. “You sure you want to do this on your own?” I sighed and nodded. “Yes, we both have a different mission to achieve, but after this I would love to be your companion again.” He walks over to me and his large robotic hand moved up to my head. “Be careful.” I smiled up at him, feeling the butterflies in my stomach. “I will, be careful as well Max.” With that I walked away from him, heading to my own battle I had to fight as he flew over me, to fight his battle on his own.

[ifqtalstories]

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 - 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: degradation, choking, slapping, bondage, spanking, rough s3x, etc.

A/N: This is my first smut story in a very long time, I'm not used to writing stories but I hope you enjoy this! Also reader is an adult and doesn't have a gender since I made this for all genders! MINORS DNI!

William had always been interested in one specific employee and that was you. He was not someone who openly showed his feelings, so he kept any emotions he may have had to himself. Little did William know, you had been hiding a crush on him for quite some time. As William began to pay closer attention to you, he eventually uncovered the hidden affection you held towards him

After Fredbear's Family Diner had closed for the day, William sat in his office sorting through paperwork and designing blueprints of 4 new animatronics - Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy. As he worked, the ticking of the clock only added to his stress levels. He took a drag from his cigarette, relishing in the burning sensation in his throat before releasing a cloud of smoke into the room. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Assuming it was his best friend and business partner Henry Emily, William remained seated and didn't bother to answer the door. "What now, come in and don't waste my fucking time." He said gruffly. The door creaked open, but William didn't bother glancing up until he heard a voice that wasn't Henry's. William glanced up and saw his favorite employee, a small smile formed on his face. "Ah, it's you. Close the door behind you and have a seat."

For nearly 15 minutes, you and William sat across from each other, engaged in conversation. Without any warning, he suddenly stood up and walked around the desk, towering over you. With a firm grip, he grasped your chin before forcefully pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. You initially stiffened but soon melted into the embrace, letting out a soft moan as you held onto his shoulders tightly. William groaned in response and lifted you up, pressing you against the wall as the kissing became more intense. After several minutes, you both finally parted with heavy breaths. A thin string of saliva connected both your mouths, and he leaned his forehead with yours in an attempt to calm down. With desire still evident in his eyes, William held you against the wall, not wanting to let go just yet.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do this to you when I first hired you here... fuck you drive me wild, doll...~" William growled, his voice dripping with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. He began planting kisses and bites on your exposed neck, relishing in the sounds of your moans. With a sudden move, William picked you up and threw you onto his desk, scattering everything that was on it to the floor. He ripped open your uniform top, buttons flying everywhere and exposing your chest. His hands explored your body, tracing every curve and dip before he leaned down and peppered kisses along your stomach, stopping just short of the waistband. With a firm hold, he tugged your pants and underwear down, leaving you completely vulnerable and exposed in front of him.

"You're such a naughty slut, you know that doll? Driving me fucking insane with your stares and the swaying of your hips... you knew what you were doing, didn't you you little tease? You knew you were riling me up, making it impossible to keep my fucking hands to myself..." William let out a low, growl before deciding to remove his clothing. As he undressed, his erect cock sprang free, hard and ready "This is how hard you made me, bloody hell I feel like I could drill a hole in the wall from how fucking hard I am..." He grabbed his tie and tied your wrists together with it.

He wanted to take his time, so he applied some lube onto his fingers before preparing you. He inserted his fingers at a steady pace, eliciting moans and gasps from you. "P-please sir... I need you, please..~" You moaned in pleasure as a smirk appeared on William's face. He pulled his fingers out before grabbing some lube and coating his cock. He positioned himself at your entrance, ready to continue the intimate encounter.

"You ready, bunny?~" Before proceeding, he wanted to confirm your readiness. You nodded and gave the signal for William to continue. With a grin, he slowly entered you, letting out a low groan of satisfaction. "Mmh fuck, you're so tight... relax and breathe for me, yeah?~" He whispered before pushing himself deeper until he was fully inside you. William held still for a few moments, allowing you to adjust to his size. Once you seemed comfortable, he began moving slowly, giving you time to get used to him as the initial pain turned into pleasure for you, "Ah, please sir... faster..~" You begged. William's eyes darkened with desire as he picked up the pace, eliciting more gasps, whimpers, and moans from you. Luckily, everyone including Henry went home after closing time and William was grateful for the privacy with his favorite employee.

Several minutes had gone by, and William was panting heavily as he aggressively ravished you on his desk. The desk shook with each thrust. Your moans and cries only fueled his desire. "Yeah that's it darling, scream for me." A low growl escaped from his lips as he gripped your throat, restricting your airflow but not enough to render you unconscious. He maintained a steady gaze into your eyes, his silver orbs locked onto your own.

"Keep your eyes on me, bunny... You want that raise, don't you?" He whispered huskily in your ear before nibbling on your earlobe. The sight of his cock going in and out of you was driving him wild; his control slipping with each movement. "Fuck it... I'm not holding back anymore. You're going to take my cock as hard as I want to give it to you, do you understand?" He slapped you across the face, eliciting a yelp from you. He knew you enjoyed the mix of pleasure and pain he was giving you. "I knew from day one that you wanted my cock deep inside you. Such a fucking whore." He aimed for your sweet spot inside you, causing you to scream in ecstasy and see stars. With a wicked grin, William repeatedly hit that spot over and over again. "There it is, slut...I found it..." He maintained his unrelenting pace as you moaned and squirmed like a slut beneath him.

William let out a growl and gave you a sharp smack on the ass, panting heavily as the tightness around his cock intensified. He could feel himself nearing the edge, sweat dripping down his body and his breathing becoming more ragged. With each thrust, he got closer to reaching climax, sensing that you were also close. William looked down at you, enjoying your expression, "P-please.. Mr. A-Afton... I need to c-cum, p-please... I c-can't hold it in anymore.. please.." You begged as you had tears in your eyes from the intense mix of pain and pleasure. William growled in response. "Not yet, love. Hold it until I say so. I'm almost there," he rasped, his thrusts became harder and faster, driving you and himself closer to the edge. Finally he reached his peak with a loud groan. "Now," he commanded, giving you permission to cum.

At the perfect moment, you let out a scream and reached your peak as your body trembled with intense pleasure. Meanwhile, William continued his forceful thrusts until he slammed in one last time and released with a loud roar, filling you with his seed. He grunted and continued to move until his high faded, then stopped completely and breathed heavily in exhaustion.

"Holy fucking shit.." He said breathlessly, he stayed inside you for a few minutes until he calmed down his breathing and pulled out slowly, observing his essence drip out of you with a small laugh. He untied your wrists, letting them free, "Mmmm you did very well, rabbit. You definitely deserve that raise... and a promotion as well. You'll be my personal assistant from now on, especially outside of work.." He smirked before he tucked his softened cock back in his pants and fixed his appearance and clothing before he gave a soft kiss to your forehead. He gently pulled you onto his lap, both of you relaxing after the intense session you both had.

[paulyenvol6]

Byka Atroksia (Chapter 25)

Contains: smut, oral (f receiving), breast play, blindfolding, p in v, unprotected sex, edging, incest, slight dom!Daemon, fluff

Wordcount: ~3.14k

Masterlist of this story

A day later you were fully recovered and Daaran allowed you to get up again, which you couldn't be more eager to do.

You met with your sister at the breakfast table and didn't know what to expect when her gaze burned a hole in your chest.

"Are you feeling well?", she asked though she sounded cold.

You nodded and sat down on her opposite. Rhaenyra turned away from you and seemingly examined an apple in a basket.

"So he's back.", she spoke without looking at you and you nodded again. "Yeah."

"Is he here to stay?"

You bit your lip and didn't know what to answer because you honestly didn't know yourself. Rhaenyra looked at you to search for a reaction and her eyes became cold.

"Is he here to stay, Vhaela?", she hissed.

"I don't know.", you breathed and dropped your gaze. Your sister rolled her eyes and exhaled and then stood up to leave the room.

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Rhaenyra turned out to be a much bigger problem than your father as a matter of fact. Not that he was fond of your desires to marry your uncle but he wasn't throwing spikes at you with his eyes or glared at you every time you entered a room. No one had told Rhaenyra yet about Daemon and your wish but it seemed like she had a suspicion or at least a bad feeling about Daemon staying the capital.

And you were not even sure whether your father would consent to your marriage with your uncle yet so everything was uncertain and shrouded in fog which gave you anxiety. And you also terribly missed Daemon's hands on you and apparently so did he because his eyes were flashing with desire every time he looked at you but you thought that it would be wiser not to risk getting caught before your father had made his decision. If only he did…

It was six days now since you had made your wish to marry his brother in front of him but Viserys acted as if nothing had happened and you were frustrated. Was the matter solved for him?

It took another two days when Viserys finally sent his guards for Daemon and you. You had been reading a book beneath an oak tree when they approached you and your heart had jumped when they told you they were ordered to take you to the throne room. So you followed them, feeling a mix of fear and hope and in the throne room your father and Daemon awaited you. The King didn't sit in his throne which you took as a good sign because he usually sat there to show additional authority.

"Daughter.", he spoke and you hastily walked to stand in front of your father.

"Your Grace."

Viserys cleared his throat. "I guess the two of you can imagine why I brought you here in front of me." You nodded.

"When you communicated your wish to wed my brother to you, daughter, I found myself in uncertainty. I will not pretend to feel fond of this. I definitely had hoped for another match for you, Vhaela and I mayhaps will never be able to understand the bond between you. And yet you claimed that it is what would make you happy. And after all that's what I want. I've grown old, my health most certainly has been better and I want to remember my daughters being happy when I grow even older. I want to lay in my deathbed and know that I have done everything in my power to offer you happiness. And if my brother as your husband is what you most dearly want, I will consent to this marriage, though with conditions and many doubts."

It took up all your power not to start jumping around in happiness and throwing your arms around Daemon but you knew you had to hold a grip on yourself.

"I still can not help but fear that this union will not be a successful one. But I've figured out that all of this goes beyond my understanding so my concerns will not stand in your way if you, Vhaela truthfully want to wed Daemon. But here are my conditions: You will continue to live in the Keep under my watch. Mayhaps one day it will be appropriate for the two of you to live at Dragonstone but right now I want to have an eye on you. You will marry within two moons and no word of your encounters before your betrothal will leave your mouths. Once you're wed it doesn't matter anymore. Brother, you claimed her maidenhead in your wedding night and any other words are nothing but slander."

Viserys took two steps down the stairs until he stood in front of his brother.

"You will love and honour her. You will respect her and never harm her. Do you understand me?"

Daemon bowed his head. "Yes, your grace."

Viserys sighed deeply and looked like he was exhausted. "Go now. Go before I change my decision."

You turned to Daemon to grin at him and the two of you walked towards the door.

Until you were outside you had acted normal but once you stood in the corridor you wrapped your arms around your uncle. You felt him kiss your hair and he rested his chin on your head.

"We're gonna get married.", you whispered and he stroke your back.

"Yes, sweet owl."

You remained like this for what seemed to be forever until Daemon gently pulled away from you and smirked down at you.

"What have you told your father that made him change his mind?"

You smiled widely and put your hands in his neck, feeling so light now that you were finally allowed to show your affection for him in public.

"I don't know.", you truthfully spoke and your betrothed leaned down to kiss you on your lips.

"You will be the most beautiful bride in the seven kingdoms.", he mumbled and you felt the blood rushing into your cheeks. "And while every lord in court will be yearning for you I will remember that you're mine."

You were flushed and felt dizzy, your mind controlled by your lust for him but such thoughts were not appropriate right now. The two of you left the keep and took a stroll during which he told you about what he had done on Dragonstone after you had left. He told you that he had dealt with the servant girl Anicia that actually had conspired with another servant against you and had put something in the tea she had been meant to bring you.

Afterwards he took you to the dragonpit and allowed you to circle the capital on Caraxes a few times which made the adrenaline rush through your veins. It was such a cozy and joyful afternoon and in the evening you felt comfortable and relaxed.

You stood in front of your big mirror watching your servants undo the little braids in your hair but then the door opened all of a sudden and the maidens twitched. Of course it was Daemon, you hadn't expected anything else. He slowly walked towards the group gathered in front of the mirror and smirked smugly. The servant girls looked at the Rogue Prince with big eyes and he rested his hands on his hips.

"I think I will take care of the rest.", he said with his husky voice and the servants didn't hesitate a second and swiftly walked away to leave your chambers.

Daemon stepped behind you and watched your partly undone hair. Without waiting for you to say something he started to undo one braid after one and you were surprised by how skilled he was. You felt goosebumps on your arms as it felt so relaxing and soon your hair fell on your shoulders.

Your eyes caught his' in the reflection of the mirror and he smirked. Without breaking the eye contact he lowered his head and kissed your naked shoulders as your dress elegantly exposed them. His kisses were gentle and soft and you smiled in enjoyment but after a while he stopped and lifted his head again.

"Do you trust me?", Daemon whispered against your ear and without giving it a second thought you nodded.

"I think a woman should trust her betrothed."

Daemon's smirk still didn't leave his face and he reached inside of the front pocket of his pants and took out a scarf. You gulped and watched it, unknowing of what the purpose of it was and then without giving a warning he wrapped it around your face and adjusted the piece of fabric so it covered your eyes.

"What are you doing?", you asked and put your hands on his'.

"It's alright. You'll like it. You'll be even more responsive to me and the pleasure I'll give you will be more intense."

You had your concerns but you did trust him so you allowed him to tie the scarf in a knot behind the back of your head and then Daemon stepped back to regard his work. Your uncle smirked widely as he saw you bite your lip in apprehension and he once again brought down his lips to kiss your neck and shoulders.

Everything was different to you now because you never knew what to expect from him. It felt like all your nerves were especially sensitive and everything that happened around you and that you could feel or hear you felt a thousand times more vigorous.

Then you felt his hands reach behind you and he unlaced your dress. Once it had fallen down completely you felt a breeze on your skin that gave you goosebumps. Your uncle soothingly stroke your skin and then you felt a hand of his' knead at and caress your breasts. You exhaled sharply and Daemon hummed in satisfaction against your hair. Only feeling what he was doing brought entirely new dimensions of pleasure and soon you were breathing heavily when his fingers twisted and circled your nipples.

Daemon watched all of it. His eyes fixed on the mirror he enjoyed your squirming and the little sounds out of your mouth. Then after a while he gently took hold of your hips, turned you around and pushed you until your legs hit the edge of your bed. You understood the sign and blindly let yourself fall on your back.

Then nothing happend and you got comfortable on your bed waiting for Daemon's next action. He had opened his shirt standing by the bed and then crawled onto it to lay on top of you. Your lips slightly parted when you felt his weight on you and Daemon teasingly ran his thumb over your mouth. Then he pushed three fingers inside and you coughed at the surprise but then started to obediently suck on them and twirl your tongue around his fingertips.

His eyes darkened and his cock felt like it didn't have enough space in his pants. It took all of his will power not to just hold you down and fuck into you fastly and roughly but he wanted to have his time with you. A quick release sounded so seducing but teasing and taunting you was what he really felt like doing right now and seeing you with your blindfold and your parted lips made him aware that it would be worth it to be patient.

Daemon removed his fingers from your mouth and caressed the hair out of your face. You hummed when he ran his hands over your neck and shoulder and then seconds later you felt his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and yet intense and demanding. Soon his mouth traveled down between the swell of your breasts and he toyed with your chest a while until you eagerly pulled at his hair.

"Do not get greedy, little one.", Daemon whispered but you squirmed and sighed and just wanted him to do something.

"Please.", you begged and he slapped the side of your ass in response.

"Patience. Or I'll leave you here blindfolded and luscious."

Of course Daemon never would've done it, not only because he wouldn't want any of your servants find you exposed here but also because he wanted to satisfy you in the end and leaving you eager for him? He wouldn't have this.

So after a while he traveled further south until he saw your glistening cunt which he had devoured so many times already. You squeezed your eyes, wanting nothing more than his mouth on your pearl but you couldn't see what he was doing and it was torturing. Daemon admired the sight for a few more seconds and then finally connected his tongue with your pearl and you shrieked loudly. You shivered and moaned as your uncle flicked your little pearl and greedily lapped up every droplet of your arousal.

"Mhmm.", you hummed and it almost sounded like a desperate cry. "Please. Have mercy.", you pleaded because you knew that Daemon found great pleasure in edging and teasing you and you hoped that tonight he might spare you.

But of course he wouldn't. Daemon stimulated your pearl until you saw stars and couldn't form a simple sentence and was able to drive you over the edge within minutes. His tongue knew every little sensitive spot on your body and knew exactly how fast his tongue needed to dance over your pearl. So he turned you into a quivering mess and not being able to see what he was doing only intensified this experience.

After driving you to the edge twice without letting you come he had had you begging and pleading for him which had made him enjoy it so much he thought about doing it a third time but chose differently when you were on the verge of crying.

"N-No please Daemon, please I need it so badly.", you had whimpered and trid to push his head to your cunt again. So after toying with you and teasing you for almost half an hour he made you come on his tongue and licked you through your high, whispering soothing words to you.

"I know. It's alright, I let you come and you can relax now." Drops of sweat had mixed with tears and Daemon knew that he perhaps had been a bit too cruel with you so he caressed your thigh until you felt better and crawled up to lay on top of you.

Daemon removed your blindfold to look at you and the sight of you made him inhale deeply. You just looked so delicate and sweet that his eyes grew even darker from his lust and he kissed you on your forehead.

But then all of a sudden he took hold of your hips and turned you around so you were laying on your stomach. Daemon ran his hands over you back and down to your arse and you could hear him open his pants.

"Spread your legs.", he breathed and you did as he had told you.

Then the next thing you could feel was his cock that entered you with a sharp thrust and you opened your mouth in an attempt to gasp for air. You had your head rested on the side so you yet again couldn't see what Daemon was doing but gods could you feel him. He stretched your walls so nicely and each thrust hit deep inside of you.

His hands held you at your back and he laid on top of you so his mouth was close to your ear.

"Oh fuck.", he growled. You squirmed and whimpered so Daemon's hand pressed on your waist.

"Lay still. Lay still and take what I give you.", he hissed and moved your hair to the side so he could kiss your neck.

"Good girl.", he whispered as you kept your hips still and his words made you feel goosebumps on your skin. His hand caressed the side of your neck and you hissed sharply at each thrust inside of you.

"Daemon. Ughh.", you whined.

"Yes, I know, my sweet love."

The pleasure became almost too much when his right hand slid between your body and the mattress and reached down to rub at you pearl. You were overwhelmed with his scent, his breath on your neck, his touch on your pearl and of course his cock buried so deep inside of you that you wondered how you were supposed to properly walk after this. All of this made your brain fuzzy and your eyes fluttered.

"I want you to come for me, little girl. I'll make you scream my name."

Your eyes rolled back and then your hand blindly reached back and blindly searched for him so Daemon took it.

"I-I want to s-see you.", you whimpered and he smirked and pulled out of you only to turn you on your back.

"Anything you want, love.", he said and thrusted back into you.

Now you could see his pretty face and you smiled satisfied. The way his hair fell into his face and his eyes… Daemon's hand once again traveled between your bodies and put pressure on your little pearl so you were able to reach your high faster.

"I-I think I'm close, Daemon.", you managed to hiss and he lowered his head to kiss you.

"Kostā ivestragī jikagon, byka atroksia. Māzigon syt nyke. Māzigon va." (You can let go, little owl. Come for me. Come on.)

You shrieked his name and came hard on his cock and Daemon could feel you clench around him which brought him right over the edge as well. His eyes rolled back and he gripped the bed sheets while releasing every droplet of his seed inside of your cunt.

"Oh seven hells.", Daemon grunted and panted heavily.

He rolled off you and you both tried to collect yourself staring at the ceiling. But you always felt so needy after you had sex so you crawled to crouch against his side and Daemon who understood wrapped an arm around you and rested your head on his chest.

Soothingly he caressed your head while your hands held on to him as if you wanted to make sure he couldn't leave you. You were shivering, partly because of the effects of your high and also because it was a bit cold in your room so Daemon grabbed the blanket and pulled it over your body.

When you laid there under the blanket pressed to Daemon's body you knew that this was all you ever wanted and you felt overwhelmed with joy. There was nothing in this world you desired more than this and now that you had it tears of happiness gathered in your eyes.

His breathing was steady now and you could hear his heartbeat with your head on his chest. You hummed satisfied which made Daemon smirk.

"Are you alright, little one?", he whispered and you nodded.

"Yes. Very much so." His smirk intensified.

"I'm happy then."

[sunarc]

Again

Synopsis: There’s something about watching his darling cum over and over again that brings a menacing smile to Kita’s face

 DISCIPLINE Kita x Reader 

Warning: smut, afab reader, daddy kink, spanking, finger sucking, praise, oral male receiving, overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering

A/N: I wanted to save this for Kita’s birthday post but I couldn’t hold it much longer hehe. Also it feels good to be back. This is apart of my kinktober masterlist that you can check here 

Kita’s stare burned. The way he looked at you was almost terrifying. You want to say something but you knew better than to speak in a moment like this. You sat on the edge of the bed spread out for him to see you in all your glory. Your legs trembled as you shoved your finger deeper into your hole. Below you laid a pool of your own cum from the previous orgasms that Kita watched you pull from yourself. 

“Shin I can’t” you whimpered.

Kita walked closer to you. A smirk covered his face as he gazed at the mess between your legs. He scanned your body before meeting your eyes. There was a look of hunger as he stared at you. 

“So pretty for me” the words fell from his glossy lips with ease.

Kita leaned down to you. His lips found their way to your neck and you felt shivers run through your body. His mouth felt warm against your skin as he sucked a mark you knew you’d have to cover up later. His hand slid down your body until he reached your core. He pulled your fingers from your hole and brought them up to your lips.

“Be a good girl and suck for me”

Kita’s voice was deep and sultry. You felt so needy for him you’d do anything to hear him call you his good girl again. You opened your mouth and Kita guided your slick covered fingers onto your tongue. You met his eyes as your tongue cleaned your mess. He looked at you mesmerized. He was like an animal ready for its prey. You felt the heat pool between your legs and you could only hope that Kita was finally going to decide he was ready to fuck you. He pulled away from you to stand up straight. He was still fully clothed and you wanted nothing more than to rip the clothes off of him. You felt desperate. You needed him to fuck you. The thought of Kita sliding in and out of you groaning your name with each thrust clouded your brain. 

“Again” Kita broke through your thoughts with his voice. 

You almost screamed at the word. You knew exactly what he meant. He wanted another orgasm from you. He wanted to watch you fuck yourself and beg for him all over again. 

“Shin please” you leaned forward to sit on your knees. Your hand reached for his belt and you gave him your best pout. “I need your cock daddy” 

You knew he had a soft spot for hearing you call him daddy. It was a tactic you had little hope for but it couldn’t hurt to try. The chuckle that bubbled from his throat was all the answer you needed. He leaned down to be eye level with you. His hand wrapped around your throat giving it a soft squeeze. 

“Only good girls get daddy’s cock. Maybe you’ll think again before you play with my pussy without my permission” 

He stood again with a menacing smile. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself doll” 

Your hand instinctively slid down to your core to rub small circles over your clit. You let out a small whimper at the delicate touch. Your mind began to wander off to the thought of Kita. You were desperate to feel his touch. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes. Your fingers slid down to your hole. The desire to be filled was overwhelming. You dipped two fingers inside and let out a soft gasp. Your jaw hung low as your fingers massaged your gummy walls. 

“Come on baby” Kita’s voice rang through your stream of moans.

You looked up to see him staring at you while undoing his tie, the same smirk covering his face. 

“You know what I want to hear” The menacing smile dropped into a deadpan expression 

“Beg.”

The words seemed to bounce off the walls. If begging was what you had to do to get his touch then so be it.

“Please Shin-”

“Who?” you knew what he wanted to hear.

Your eyes met his. Your fingers moved back and forth with the only sound in the room being the wet sounds of hole.

“Please fuck me daddy” the words felt so naughty falling past your lips. 

Kita’s fingers tapped against your inner thigh signaling for you to spread your legs further. You did as you were told with a moan. “I want you to make me cum. I want to scream your name until I can’t take it anymore.” your back and forth movement continued and the hungry look in Kita’s eyes grew. He removed his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes never left you. Your body felt hot from the stare. Kita pulled off his shirt revealing his toned body. His skin glistened and you were almost sure there was drool on your lips.  His hands came up to his belt to undo it. Your heart began to patter in your chest with the only thought being Kita’s cock. Kita slipped his pants off and you could see the bulge in his underwear. 

“Do you want me as badly as I want you Daddy?” you already knew the answer to your question. You just needed to hear him say it. 

Kita leaned down to you staring deeply into your eyes. He pulled your fingers free from your hole, placed them onto his tongue and slowly began to suck. You wanted to close your eyes from the feeling of his tongue swiveling around your fingers but you couldn’t pull away from the sight. Kita’s plump lips wrapped around your fingers with loan groans. Your heart was beating in your chest harder than ever. He pulled your fingers from his mouth with a line of saliva following behind. His hand guided your hand down his chest to the hard on in his underwear. Your eyes followed his movements until they reached their destination. You hadn’t noticed yourself slowly leaning forward. You looked up to see him staring down at you. 

“Show me how bad you want me” 

Within seconds you were on your knees in front of him. Your hand reached up to pull his underwear down. His cock sprung free and if your pupils could they would have formed the shape of hearts. Your tongue licked the tip earning a low groan. You sucked softly before pushing him further into your mouth. His cocked brushed the back of your throat easily. You moaned as you bobbed your head back and forth at a slow pace. 

“Just like that doll” Kita’s hand gripped your hair softly guiding your head up and down his cock. Drool dripped down the sides of your mouth. His groans were enough to make you feel a heartbeat between your legs. Your hand snaked down your body to ease the desire for pleasure. You rocked back and forth on your hand while your mouth devoured Kita’s cock whole.

“Your mouth looks so pretty stretched out for me. I can’t wait to see how pretty you look getting filled with my cum.” Kita’s words carried so much weight. 

You were desperate to see him cum. Kita rocked his hips into your mouth while his hands came up to the sides of your head holding you in place. You looked up towards him. His head was leaned back with his jaw slack. His groans flowed through the room like a song you never wanted to end. His skin glistened with drops of sweat. You never knew someone could be so perfect. Kita pulled himself back from you. His hand wrapped around your throat to lead you to stand up. His lips pressed down on yours. For a second the world stopped. There was nothing but the two of you. You felt your body shiver from the passion behind his kiss. He pulled back breathing heavily. 

“All four now” his voice was demanding

You got on the bed on your hands and knees. You wiggled your ass in the air signaling to Kita he had all access to you.  Kita’s hand came down onto your ass cheek. A small smile formed as he watched it jiggle from the impact. 

“So wet for me baby” 

He lined the tip of his cock to your hole and slowly pushed himself in. You let out a soft gasp at the feeling of being stretched out. Kita pulled his cock from inside of you and chuckled at the whimper you let out. 

“So needy for me aren't ya doll?”

Kita brushed his cock against your clit. You let out a soft moan as you bucked your hips onto his cock. 

“Please,” you whined. “ Put it in”.

You needed to be full. You were desperate to feel his cock stretch you out. Who was Kita to deny you of what you needed so badly? He buried his cock into you. His hips rocked back and forth at an achingly slow pace. Kita could be such a tease at times. His pace was constant. 

“You need me don't you” he whispered the words over your soft moans. His cock slid so easily into you. You were made just for him.

“How does it feel, doll?” Kita leaned down to whisper the words into your ear. 

You let out a soft moan as his cock inched deeper into you. The squelching sounds of your hole echoed through the room. You could barely form the words you wanted to say to Kita.

“How’s my cock feel fucking this sloppy hole hmm?” He picked up his pace and began ramming into you. The creaking of the bed grew louder along with your moans. Your hand gripped the sheets below you. Your mouth sat open with your face pressed against the bed. You would have felt embarrassed by the amount of drool that soaked the sheets but all you could think about was how good the stretch of your pussy felt. 

“Daddy” you moaned the words so delicately.

The feel of him fucking himself deeper into you mercilessly left you speechless. 

“That’s right” Kita groaned “ I don’t want to hear anything unless its you screaming my name” 

His grip on your hips tightened. The sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room. Your legs began to tremble with each thrust. Your hole clenched around Kita’s cock as you neared your orgasm. 

“Please I-” your words were cut off by your own moan.

“Its okay baby, make a mess on my cock” 

His words were enough to send you to your release. You body felt weak as Kita held your hips fucking you through your orgasm. You let out muffled moans of his name. 

“So good for me” he groaned watching you cream on his cock. “So fucking good for me”

Kita’s movements stilled. He gripped onto your hair pulling you up to his chest. His tongue licked a long strip on your neck before biting just enough to earn a whimper from you. 

“You didn’t think we were done did you?” he breathed the words “ We're not stopping until I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

 Kita released you allowing your half limp body to fall back onto the bed. He gripped your hips and began rocking his cock into you again.

“Now be a good girl and cum on my cock again”

[dreamysturniolo57]

Insomnia - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: You moved to England when you were 13, but you've been home for a month which means you met the sturniolo triplets again who you grew up with. You all missed each other and now you are at their house for a sleepover. At night you can't sleep so you decide to go to the kitchen and then everything turns upside down.

Warning: swearing/p in v/ sweet talk

Orange: Chris

Blue: Matt

Green: Nick

Pink: reader

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Nick and I were singing 'Had me at hello' from that Disney movie. We were playing karaoke. It was just the four of us. Chris was recording and I felt that someone was burning a hole in my back with his eyes. I knew it was Matt. I heard him laughing at us. He was too cool for things like this. I was having so much fun. I really missed these idiots. When we finished I layed down on the comfy couch and drank some water.

That was fun. You really have a great voice Y/N.

Yeah, you should sing more. -Chris said then put his phone down.

Thanks. Actually i like singing. -I said and put some popcorn in my mouth. For a second I looked at Matt just to not feel himself left out but he was staring at me. I don't know why but i couldn't held the contact so I turned my face the other side.

So what should we play next? -I asked rubbing my palms together.

Easy. Truth or truth.

Come on! -I said and rolled my eyes.

I'm down!

Me too. -Matt finally spoke. Great.

I sighed and prepared myself for the worst. I sat up and crossed my legs on eachother.

I'm going first! Chris have you ever had 3 days off of showering?

No, gross! Never. -we all laughed.

Y/N have you had a boyfriend in England?

I did. -they all smiled at my answer except for one person.

You gonna tell me about it girlll.

Okay. Matt... Have you ever eaten cucumber with peanut butter? -I asked him and looked in his eyes.

Unfortunately yes. -He said. I should have known he had. Sometimes they have crazy ideas. The game continued and we asked each other lots of funny questions, but then Chris asked me something I didn't want to answer.

Have you ever had a crush on one of us? -my smile disappeared and my throat constricted.

That's a stupid question. -I said and crossed my arms.

So you did. -he smiles at me. Chris some day i'll kill you... I thought. They looked at me curiously.

No! Of course not. We grew up together. -I answered.

Don't lie! -so Nick is already attacking. Super.

At least tell who would you choose? -I looked at Chris with murderous eyes. Then for some reason I looked at Matt. He watched me with a calm face.

Okay. Easy. I would choose Nick. You happy? -I asked and I sipped another dose of water to relieve my tension.

Lame. -he said.

Don't be a dick. -Matt told him. I looked at him and he noticed it. I gave him a hint of a smile.

When we felt it was time to go to bed, we all retired. I was sleeping with Nick. I've always been the closest to him, and maybe he was the only one who noticed that I was hopelessly falling for Matt. When I moved away it felt like ripping my heart out. Then I came back and I could barely recognize them and when I saw how much Matt changed all the feelings surfaced. They were never buried actually.

I was trying to sleep but Nick was snoring so loud. I turned my head and tried to shut out the sound, but I couldn't. I smiled at him and shook my head. I stood up and quietly went out. Then I carefully opened Chris's door, but I saw that he was sleeping sprawled on the bed. Great... I decided to go to the kitchen to drink some cocoa. It always helped me. I sat down and turned the little light which was above the stove. I was lost in my thoughts when I heard footsteps.

Can't sleep? -he asked and sat in front of me.

When did Nick start snoring like a bear? -he smiled at me and shook his head.

About 3 years ago. -he answered and crossed his arms. I cheekily grazed my eyes on his tattooed arm. I've never thought he is going to get one.

Did you hear when i came out? -I asked and sipped my cocoa.

Yeah but I thought you were Chris. I bought some muffins and I hid it because he always finds it. -I just laughed.

Well, don't worry. I'm not gonna eat it.

I'm happy to share it with you. -he said smiling.

Thanks, I will take the opportunity. -I responded.

Ah..I'm so tireeed. -I cried out like a baby.

You can sleep with me. -he offered then I gulped.

I don't want to bother you. You must be tired too. -I said and tried to avoid his eye contact.

Not really. I think i might have insomnia or something. Lately I've been sleeping late. -he srugghed and smiled.

You sure you don't mind? Because I checked Chris but he was sleeping like a starfish and I...-

Come on Y/N. I'm here for you too. -he said. He extended his hand to me as he stood up and nodded. I took his hand and let him pull me up from the chair, then without breaking the contact of our hands, he led me to his room. I saw blue led lights around the ceiling, which made the room very cozy. Blue is also my favourite colour.

Feel yourself home. -he said.

Thanks. -I said trying not to blush or anything like that. My stomach was flilping of excitement and I was so shy.

You need anything?

No. I'm good. -I sat down on his bed and smoothed the wine red silk cover. Matt always had a really good taste. I layed down and covered my legs with the blanket because I was wearing shorts which was too short. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable. He laid down next to me on his back putting one arm under his head. I was just staring at him.

So tell me about that insomnia. What's wrong? -I asked and put both of my hands under my face.

Okay, i'm not sure I have it. I just.. can't sleep. I wake up in the middle of the night sometimes. And it's really tiring. -he sighed then continued. -I turn around a lot and feel restless.

Have you tried camila tee? Or something...-

I've tried everything. Believe me. -he sad and finally looked in my eyes. The heck... My pulse got faster.

I'll find something for you.

Thanks Ms. England.

Shut up. -I laughed.

You do have some accent. The cool british one. -he said imitating me.

That's not my fault. I lived there. Of course my accent changes. -I said.

I like it. It's cute for you. -he said. I felt a lump in my throat, which was difficult for me to swallow. I suddenly turned to my other side, involuntarily bringing the blanket with me and this led to my bottom showing. These damn pajamas only reached the bottom of my butt line.

Good night. -I said. He didn't say anything. He just inhaled the air sharply. Then I felt a squirm and that the bed was sinking right next to me.

Can I ask something? -Matt was so close to my ear I could feel his breath tickling my neck.

Yeah...-I said in a questoning tone.

Why did you lie?

About what? -I asked back still looking forward at the wall.

About who would you pick. You rubbed your right ear when you said it would be Nick. When you lie you always poke your right ear. -as he spoke i was 100% sure he was inches away from my right ear. The air stuck in my lungs and tried to calm down. How the fuck he knows I do that when I lie??!

I.. I don't know what you are talking about. -i said.

I know you do. Don't lie. -he said. Fuck.... why is he doing this to me? I was shaking inside. My stomach convulsed.

And what if I was lying? It's just a stupid game. -i groaned.

It was called Truth or truth. -how detailed he has become.

I don't care. And I don't rub or poke my ear if i'm lying. -I said.

You don't? -when he asked that, I felt his lips touch my ear. I squealed and i suddenly forgot how to breath. Then he kissed the skin behind my ear and my mind was blown. My chest rose rapidly and I squeezed the blanket. He kissed it again and he bit my earlobe too. I wasn't sure if this was real or I was dreaming. I closed my eyes and sighed.

Tell me if I was wrong. -he murmured at my neck and kissed it.

I...-I started but i wasn't able to put a normal sentence together. I was dumb. I bit my lip instead and tried not to moan. One of his hands caressed my waist then it slid to my stomach.

Tell me who did you really want to say. -he said while his hand started going under my shirt. I couldn't stop sighing. It felt like an eletric shock when his skin met mine.

Y-you...-I squeezed out of my lips. He was still kissing my neck and behind my ear. I saw dimly and I could barely open my eyes. I'm sure I looked like Bella Swan when Edward was sucking the vampire poison out of her.

That's what I wanted to hear. -he whispered. Here is where the thread broke for me. He was still close to me so I turned my head to face him and I pulled him down putting my palm on his neck. Our lips finally met and it felt like fireworks. He crawled my skin gently under my shirt then it went higher right where my tits were. He was still on top of me and I was lying on my side under him. He cupped my breast giving each mound a squeeze. I moaned into his mouth. He was eating my lips and i didn't mind. Soon I turned on my back so he can totally tower over me. Our legs were tangled. We didn't break the kiss not for a second. I grabbed his hair and pulled it then I caressed it. I've always loved how fluffy it was. He spread my legs and held one up to his waist and caressed it gently. The room was filled with heat and tension. The blue lights made it even exciting. I ran my fingers down to his shirt and he broke off just long enough to take off his shirt and throw it on the floor. I smiled at him and he attacked my neck again. He licked it and bit it gently. I was totally losing my mind.

Ah...-I moaned. I grabbed his hair again.

Can I take this off? -he asked holding my shirt between his fingers. I nodded and helped him by lifting my self up. He started going down with his kisses and he kissed every inch of my breast including my twins. He reached my stomach kissing and biting it. My eyes were closed and I was grabbing the edge of the pillow with both hands.

Matt...-I moaned his name from my lips.

Yeah? Is something wrong? Shit I went too far didn't I?-he asked and he crawled towards me again.

Please.... Do something. -I said squeezing my legs together. He felt my move and smiled at me.

Down there. Right? -he whispered near my lips. He left a soft kiss on them then he slowly led his hand to my shorts. I was holding on his neck sometimes caressing his hair. I let out a sigh when he touched my clit.

So wet. -he murmured in my ear. I crawled his back. I was aching for his touch. He continued caressing my center area and he put one finger inside me. I could feel the knot was building up in my abdomen.

One more... please...-I sighed pressing my lips. He complied with my request and inserted a second finger.

M-matt I'm gonna... I - suddenly he pulled out his fingers and I groaned in displeasure.

Noo! -I said and put my hand down so I can finish it myself but he grabbed it and put both of my hands next to my head.

How impatient. You know I can give you pleasure with...-he started and pressed his lap against mine. I bit my lip of the thought him being inside of me.

You want it? -he asked looking in my eyes.

Yes. I want you. -I said looking deeply in his eyes. He smiled at me and slowly pulled my pajama shorts along with my panties. He reached out to his nightstand and pulled out a condom.

Why do you have these? -I asked. I wondered how many girls he takes in his room.

Because I'm responsible?!- He said in a questioning tone.

So you bring a lot of girls here?-I asked.

I bought these when you moved back. And I don't bring anyone here. There's only one girl who can sleep in my bed and that's you. -he sighed and caressed my face.

So you mean...you are a virgin? -I asked raising my eyebrows.

No. I just didn't bring anyone here. -i smiled at him, then placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

Are you still...? -he asked this time.

I only did it once. -I said pressing my lips.

I wish I was your first. -he muttered.

You are Matt. Since we were little kids. -I said caressing his hair. He smiled at me and kissed my cheeks.

If something hurts just say and I'll stop baby. -he said and slowly pushed himself up. I bit my lip trying to hold back the painful waves.

Oh...gosh. -he cried out burying his face in my neck. He pulled out then pushed himself back and he did it again and again.

You okay? Does it hurts? -he asked looking at my face.

No. I'm alright just ahh....-i moaned when i lifted my hips a little to get comfortable.

Please Matty...-I could barely speak. He let out a little laugh and started moving. He started kissing my neck again leaving wet kisses on it.

You are so tight. -he groaned. I was trying to be quiet because I didn't want to wake the others up. He hold my legs up pressing it to my chest. He thrusted deeper and I put my palm on my mouth.

Fuck...-I cried out. His movements got faster and deeper and I was losing my mind. He intertwined our fingers and now I put my legs around his waist.

I...I love you. -he said while he started slowing down and he hit that pleasant spot. I dropped my head back for a moment.

I love you too. -I said putting my palms around his neck pulling him down for an intense kiss. He gave me the final thrust and I felt my walls clenched his dick. He moaned and stayed deep inside me then collapsed. I was trying to catch my breath but it wasn't easy.

You are amazing. -he said smoothing my hear out of my face. We were sweaty.

No no. You are. -I sighed out closing my eyes. He pulled out of me and pulled down the condom putting his boxers on. He grabbed my stuff and put it on the bed. He climbed over me again kissing every inch of my face. I laughed and felt like a little girl.

I could bear it if I had insomnia because of you. -he whispered.

Shut up. -I said. I put on my shirt and panties then laid on his chest.

This was all I ever wanted. -he said caressing my cheek.

Well I would say the same. I missed you. Actually I missed you more than Chris and Nick. But don't tell them. -he giggled at my statement.

I won't. -he responded. We were making eye contact for a long time and it's so hard to believe that this all just happened. Finally I was his.

[fartlovingblkguy69]

The Little Men’s Toilet Slave Part 2

And with that he turned around and I got to see the most magnificent ass. It was big and round, muscular with a nice layer of fat and hairy as fuck! I’ve never seen an ass so hairy before! This is the type of ass that I ordinarily would have wanted to bury my face deep in and rim for hours but given what I knew was about to happen I wanted to throw up! This was made worse by the fact that when he bent over teasingly, I was assaulted by a smell akin to hot sewage mixed with garlic and there were stains and dingleberries all throughout his filthy forest of a crack. As he backed up to my face he reached back and further spread his cheeks allowing me to see his hole underneath a thick ring of fur and his hole opened and pushed out, releasing a nasty sbd before slamming his hole down on my nose. Fssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh “Ah, I need to get rid of some more gas before I open the flood gates or else I’ll drown our new toilet bitch and then he’ll be no use to anyone! Let me see the footage we’ve shot so far while I relieve myself!” he said rubbing his aching, bloated stomach. He sat there farting away with his filthy hair hole sucking my nose in and constantly dripping a sample of the sludge that was about to fill my mouth into my nostrils. It was getting harder with each fart for him not shit all over me. I could tell, but he wanted to drag this out as long as possible and to be quite frank I was in no hurry to get to the main even myself. Finally after half an hour he slowly stood up and groaned “Open your mouth toilet! It’s time! I really can’t hold it anymore! If I smell or spill any of this I swear to God I’m gonna vomit all over your cute face and i don’t want that so after I make you swallow I’ll let Josh (the hot asf blond guy from earlier) and his boys stomp the fuck out of you! This can go easy or it can be extremely painful! Your choice!” He gently patted my stomach and started to sit back down. I reluctantly opened my mouth and watched in horror as before he was even seated his hole seemed to spasm and out pushed the biggest pile of slop I’ve ever seen! It was soft, lumpy shit, not quite liquid, but definitely nowhere near solid and it stunk like rotten eggs that had been left under the burning sun for days! It quickly filled my mouth and with much effort Kyle managed to pull his hairy hole shut. “Hurry up and swallow that! There’s so much more inside me and I will let it out all over your face if I have to! Don’t chew, just swallow! You can savor my shit another time! I’m in too much pain right now!” I struggled to swallow, my throat burning and closing, gagging and trying not explosively throw up the toxic waste that was in my mouth and nostrils and felt like it was penetrating every part of my being. He slapped my stomach and said “Round 2! Here it comes in 5 seconds and remember what happens if it doesn’t end up in your mouth!” I hurriedly swallowed and opened my mouth right as the next blast came bursting out. This continued for 6 mouthfuls over the course of the next 40 minutes with many wet farts in between each torrent of loose, sludgy shit. Finally he exclaimed “Damn that felt great to let out! I can’t believe how much better I feel! You can’t imagine how much pain I was in! Now lick me clean!” as I sat there and thought to myself, You were in pain? What about me you piece of shit! You narcissistic asshole! What the hell is wrong with you? But I knew better than to say any of that so I just lay there licking his entire crack clean in silence before moving to his disgusting hole. He smiled down at me and affectionately rubbed my very full, very bloated belly. “I think you deserve a reward for being such a good helper! I can’t wait to give it to you later! I think you’ll like it! In the meantime I gotta get back to filming! Anyone else need a bathroom break with the new toilet?” Of course there stood Josh with an evil smirk on his face. Here we go again! (To Be Continued)

[rustboxstarr]

Modern Eddie Munson headcons pt2

Thank you to @strangerthings64 for the request for pt 2!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs (weed), porn. Inapropriate jokes/dirty jokes, allusions to men being disgusting (well they always are) on public transport

Masterlist

🚬 This bitch will go my precious in a Gollum voice while tapping his fingers when you take your top off.

🚬 will send you 10 minutes worth of snapchat videos and get cut off mid sentence then proceed to complain about it in the next.

🚬Eddie Munson HATES pop and hip hop, but once he starts dating you he’s conflicted because he hates the basicness of it and the people who listen to it, but watching you twirl around with Robin drunk and in your element on the dance floor looking so mother fucking sexy swerving your hips in circles to Hey Mickey! By Baby Tate he’s starting to wonder if he might appreciate live stream hip pop.

🚬 Will scroll through Instagram forgetting you’re on a call or on FaceTime with each other and suddenly starts singing incredibly off key to whatever playing on his Google nest.

🚬Facetimes you while he’s cooking and you have to endure watching him shriek and scurry away from the frying pan when hot oil hits his skin.

🚬 Refuses to show his Spotify stats when the group went through theirs because he discovered Woman by Doja Cat had earned the top 6th place.

🚬His whole tiktok is just a bunch of bullshit, like he will be sat next to u scrolling tiktok and suddenly start pissing himself with laughter and showing u this

🚬 FUCKING binges top gear, especially when high.

🚬When this mf gets drunk he’s handsy, ALL OVER HANDS, dudes hands are grabbing your ass, squeezing your titties, pulling your hair cuz he thinks it’s funny all while you’re tryna fight him off you.

🚬 Tried to pick you up once while hammered. He can’t pick you up for very long normally cuz u heavy and this bitch skinny and gangly as fuck but once he gets alcohol in his system. “Eddie you can’t carry me!” “Liquid strength” he motions to his drink “that’s now how it works!” Proceeded to wrap his hands around your thighs, he managed to carry you for a whole second where he was whooping and practically screaming I told you so before loosing his balance and toppling you both onto the floor. Stuck between the end of the couch and a lazy boy.

🚬 On public transport he will sit in the outer edge so you’re against the window and no one can accidentally braze past you. If the bus is full and you’re standing he’ll fucking corner you so no one can accidentally or purposely cop a feel.

🚬Sent a video once on Snapchat where he’s talking with a cigarette in his mouth, and the he dropped it and it burned a hole in the crotch of his jeans.

🚬 No doubt will buy dog leashes and cut the fabric off to use the chains as accessories (totally don’t do that myself…)

🚬 licks your face, need I say more?

🚬took a picture of you bent over tying your boots and drew in a stick figure behind you, he wrote tappin dat ass and posted it to his story

🚬Eddie Munson has instagram, but never posts, but when you finally wear him down he posts the UGLIEST photos of u, his profile picture is you covered in pimple patches with your hair in a fucking mess, two straws sticking out your nose

🚬Watched a porn video the night before you came over, then when you were set to leave in his van his phone automatically connected to Bluetooth while the FAKEST moans bellowed out of the tinny speakers.

[mojo-bro-tho]

Blood Sugar… Ch.4

~So a lot happened and then a lot didn’t happen. This chapter was originally half the length of this and included an entire second half and now it’s two. Hopefully I’ll have the second half finished sooner now that this is out of the way. Also! If you were hoping for a taste of Emmrich spice then… you’re welcome! Needed something interesting to be here because most of this chapter is character work and I just have to keep myself honest.~

Tags: @my-queen-rhaenyra-targaryen (let me know if you’d like to be added or removed)

Word count: 7.1k

Content warnings for this chapter: References to drug deals, solo spice (idk what does and doesn’t get flagged anymore)

AO3 link here!

Previous!

Atonal Arpeggio

Contrary to popular belief, Rook wasn’t actually the type to be spontaneous. Plans were made and plans were usually kept, it just so happened that she was an incredible improviser and that’s what most people usually focused on. Crows in reality were creatures of schedules. Never ending, sometimes changing at the last minute, schedules. An alarm goes off, send a text, make a call, change of plans, payment failure, send a text, new client, appointment change, alarm goes off, send a text.

So, Rook’s personal life was no different. Since her job was the focal point of it even outside of ‘office hours’. She kept two notebooks, each dated and with meticulous accounts of two separate budgets. There was a flashdrive in her house that had the same information that she updated every week. Eating, sleeping, appearance, workouts, everything was subject to change at the whim of her one true god, the calendar. The wicked mistress she was. But Rook hardly complained, there was some comfort in it actually.

There weren’t many things that separated Rook’s life from ‘Rook’s’ life. There was a whole room in her apartment dedicated to it. A spare room turned into a wardrobe for the lives of around twenty different Rooks. Curated, crafted, and remade over and over again for the pleasure of others. It was rewarding to her. Preferred, even.

Because on days where she didn’t work, when the sun could sear into her skin through a gap in the curtains or the shouts of her downstairs neighbors would stir her from her slumber, the routine had more room to breathe. Rook rolled over in her bed, silk pillowcase smoothing against her cheek. Her gaze rose to the picture frame that sat on her nightstand and attempted to burn a hole through the glass. There was no second alarm to force her out of bed. Nothing to really stop her from dwelling on it.

Two women stood side by side. One was Rook, or whoever she was before Rook. The other was slightly taller but the picture didn’t reflect that. They shared the same skin tone, same eye color, hair color, and had similar noses. But Rook had a slightly wider jaw and the other woman had a bit of a slimmer face. In the photo, Rook was wearing an overly glittery dress with a horrendously off-colored illusion mesh neckline. Her hair was slicked back into a bun so shiny it almost looked like it was made of plastic. With a perfected smile best suited for a competition. But the other woman, she was real. She was generally disheveled, lovingly so. With fussed over strands of hair from running out of a cab to make it in time for Rook’s final Youth showcase makeup uneven because did it in the aforementioned cab ride. She always preferred plain clothes, nothing too ornate, but they looked perfect on her anyways. And she had the most beautiful, crooked smile in the entire world.

Every night, Rook sat the picture upright and made sure it was facing her direction just before drifting off to sleep. Then the next morning, she would stare into the woman’s eyes until her chest hurt or until the next alarm went off, whichever came first. Once that was over she’d flip the picture back down again. Whoever said time heals all wounds was a liar. Varric was a liar. But then again, time probably did heal what it could, Rook just refused to let it go any further than tolerance. Just get up.

Rook wretched the comforter away with a burrowing ache in her heart and changed into her version of ‘comfortable’ and brought up the top of her hair into a claw clip just to keep it out of her eyes. Time to get started with the exhausting process of existing. Food and meds came first, terrible coffee from the terrible coffee pot came next. Afterwards, she cleaned. Every room. Didn’t take long enough. Without much else to do, her thoughts turned to her messenger bag. After emptying it of its plastic wrapper collection, she collected her study materials from inside and set up a station for herself on the floor in front of her coffee table. Read ahead, take notes, write down questions, seemed as good of a way to pass time as any.

A bunch of words on a bunch of pages greeted her. None of which were nearly as interesting or easy to digest without Lichdom there but that would have to do. She wondered why he even bothered using a book for their lesson to begin with, he hadn’t exactly been reading from it. Was he using it as a guideline to keep himself on track? That made sense, and it conjured the idea of him racing through his thoughts when left without a syllabus.

King Verald’s rule was an impressively short lived one. Hundreds of years worth of failing power grabs followed in its wake. Torrid affairs leading to assassination attempts, coups, uprisings formed by commoners. If this could be changed to have a modern setting, Rook thought it might make a semi-successful Antivan Soap Opera. While reading about the several tidal waves of mortal error, she came across a familiar term. The Banner Wars. In the book, it’s discussed as if it were some sort of amalgamous series of events. Which didn’t really make much sense to Rook as history had a nasty habit of being linear. However, she did realize in the midst of that confusion that it wasn’t The Banner’s War. It was Banner Wars, plural.

So, she kept reading. The deeper she went, the more odd it all seemed. The wars seemed to span across the entirety of Nevarra’s disarray and then another couple hundred after the start of the first Pentaghast Dynasty. It was also noted that many historians argue that the Wars continued once again into the second Pentaghast Dynasty, but those weren’t going to be covered in this edition of the book. Rook ended up having to sacrifice a page of her journal to draw up a pseudo timeline for how it’s listed just to try and wrap her mind around how the events were meant to correlate.

But the lied there lied the problem, not all the ‘little wars’ lined up in a literal sense. There would be small gaps of peace, a new fight would spark, which then tore at the old wounds of the last one was over, or ones predating the previous ones. That meant that one war would simply pause to let another or a few take its place before starting back up again. It was a real snake eating its own tail situation, but if the snake tied itself into multiple knots in the process sometimes for a totally unrelated reason.

A knock resounded on her front door, one heavy and low to the ground as if done with a shoe instead of a hand. Rook checked her watch… Creators, it was already past 6pm. Well, there went her plans to go to the studio later. She pushed herself up off the floor, legs and spine aching and in need of a stretch. Which she provided as she made her way towards her door. A look through the peephole done while on her tip-toes made her unlock and pull it open without delay.

“Bels!” Rook exclaimed, finding the woman well endowed with armfuls of oddities. She shifted her body that gave her neighbor permission to enter. Her arms and the bags suspended from them gave a multitude of rattles that made Rook surprised that she didn’t hear her clatter out of her own apartment.

“Hey Rook-” Bellara’s words were cut off by the teetering tip of box in her left arm nearly spilling out of her hold. Rook hurriedly caught the cardboard and commandeered it, then removed the small stack of textbooks from Bellara’s other arm to alleviate more of the burden. “Oh, thank you!” She sighed in relief.

“Don’t mention it.” Rook laughed, leading her neighbor into the living room after double checking the door was locked again.

Back when their friendship first started, this place carried a litany of questions for Bellara, most of which in regards to its more… minimalistic appearance. But now it was familiar, just Rook’s apartment. At least the parts Bellara was allowed in. She took her usual spot on Rook’s modest leather couch before spreading out her projects around her side and the floor in no particular order. It was a lot. Rook was always amazed by the sheer amount of work Bellara was able to take on constantly.

Of course, Rook had theories for why her friend was like this. Bits and pieces of information gathered over their time of knowing each other but never allowed to form a coherent sentence. Again, they were friends, but they’d only known each other since Rook moved to Nevarra where they happened to wind up next door to one another. And Rook figured that no matter how close they were, she couldn’t just randomly go up to her and ask; ‘Hey Bellara, do you think you fill your life endlessly with classes, odd jobs, and volunteer work because you need any excuse can get to not confront the reality of your brother’s condition?’ Because that would to any sane person come off as insensitive. Rook never asked in that way.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

“Nothing too crazy this time! I have to send out a couple of emails but that’ll take like five minutes tops!” Bellara replied, retrieving her laptop from one of the fabric hideaways.

“Alright…” Silence. “What are the bags for then?”

“Oh, right. I do have a couple papers I need to finish but they aren’t actually due until next week. There’s those decorations Neve asked me to help out with if I had time for that place she volunteers at. And then in this bag I’ve got some of the parts for that one thing I was telling you about last week and I was wanting to see if I could borrow your tiny screwdriver again but I didn’t want to lose it like last time so I brought the stuff with me, I might need to rearrange the design though so I’ll look over the schematic before that-” Bellara pointed to each project, including the box and books Rook took before that she now cautiously set by the couch. Her expression was somehow a mix of resolute and unadulterated panic. A thought occurred to Rook, leading her to interrupt with a question.

“When was the last time I got your re-up?” The plainness at which she asked drew up a puppy-like expression from the half folded up woman on her couch.

“Like… a month ago. Month and a half.” She admitted sheepishly.

“Bels, you should have told me.” Rook sighed, placing her hands on her hips.

“But I don’t like telling you to do this for me. It’s one thing if it just happens, you know? It’s illegal and it’s bad. I can’t just ask for-”

“It’s Adderall, Bellara. It’s not your fault your insurance won’t cover it and it’s not like I’m buying you an eight ball or something.” Rook argued bluntly. “Let me get some real clothes on. You stay here, write your emails while I get food and meet up with my guy.”

Not wanting to hear the repetitive disagreement they’d have over this, Rook turned fast on her heels to head back to her room. Bellara did not follow, she learned fast that both of Rook’s rooms were off limits to everyone, though it wasn’t as if a whole lot of people over to have that be an issue. Only a handful of people knew her address, and even less had actually been inside long enough to warrant a bit of exploring. In fact, Bellara was the only person that visited frequently. Harding was second and likely would be first if not for Bellara’s advantage of lacking distance.

Behind the closed door of her bedroom, Rook quickly got to work. Something simple. She had to look like this was spontaneous but had effort thrown into it. Even put on a black, lace bra that would be visible through her near transparent white shirt. Just to have it peek her jacket left unzipped. No eyeliner, keep it dewy and natural. As she sat at her vanity, spraying on a layer of her perfume, she leaned into her watch.

“Hey C.T.” A little bell responded. “Text E. Need Ad Revenue. Heading to LA now, meet soon?”

“Would you like to send?”

”Yes.”

The watch chimed again. Rook added a swatch of gloss to her lips before standing to find her permanent marker decorated hightops. By the time they were laced up and Rook was pulling a Lyri-Yum from the bowl by her bed, the watch buzzed against her wrist. Quick response, he must miss her.

“C.T. Read message from E.” She instructed.

“Anything for you, Birdie. Meet near Gallery.” The voice recited, lacking the tone Elek would usually use on her.

She quickly zipped the jacket to keep her clothing choice out of sight from Bellara. Not like she’d make a comment about it, but it was best to not let Bellara’s imagination wander too far or else it would start to eclipse the truth too much. Rook left her room to retrieve her messenger bag off the floor, her study materials still strewn across the coffee table. No point in putting them away now. Her keys were however plucked from the surface and given a small rattle.

“I’ll be back in a bit. Do you mind waiting around for like twenty minutes before we get started?” Rook asked the woman with her legs criss-crossed on the couch, her laptop bouncing slightly on one side thanks to her antsy left side.

“Oh, I don’t mind at all! Wait, are you getting that one pizza place again?” Bellara asked.

“Duh, you know I don’t cheap out on my date nights.” Rook responded, sticking a playful tongue out at her before setting the already unwrapped sucker against it. “Be back in a few! That screw driver is in my kit under the sink, by the way.”

The messenger bag was slung over shoulder as she reached her door. With it closed, she locked it tight. The sounds of Bellara typing silenced and Rook made her way through the exterior path to the stairs. The two women knew each other well enough by this point for Rook to feel comfortable with leaving Bellara alone in her apartment. Partially because Bellara learned quickly to not encroach too much on Rook’s ‘private’ matters. Obviously, there were questions and Rook answered them with as much honesty as she could. Friends don’t lie to each other so Rook always answered the questions she couldn’t be truthful about with a simple ‘next question’. Her neighbor’s top theories for what Rook hid behind closed doors was close enough to the truth to satisfy them both. Aka, Bellara was convinced Rook was involved in the porn industry.

There was another delicate balancing act to this routine. Both women provided something the other was quietly needing, earnest care. Bellara lacked someone to keep tabs on, making sure they were safe and happy, while her brother was temporarily out of reach. Cooking Dalish dishes for the two to share on some weekends after Rook had a tiring day, food that Rook tried not to admit that she missed from times in her youth. And for Rook, it took this sort of form. Paying for medication that Bellara needed from a reputable source that liked her enough to give her a discount and introducing Bellara to the best Antivan food one could find in Nevarra. That and someone willing to keep her company and keep her on task when said tasks piled up too heavily. Rook even helped when she could. Which was all done as a result of missing someone permanently out of reach.

Rook heard the sound of her Beetle’s doors unlocking while she hopped off the final two steps that opened up into the cramped parking lot. There was a comfortable hum of mixed, muffled sounds around the complex and the cool air was soothing against her heavy eyelids. Back inside her apartment, Bellara uploaded a file onto an email meant for her current favorite teacher. Alongside it came the promise of finishing the extra credit assignment by Sunday.

…

Darkness clung to the sky in a thick shroud. The house quieted with Manfred long tucked away into bed some time ago. Emmrich however, was not tired in the slightest. He was dressed as he normally would to sleep, wrapped in a forest green cotton set, and he had laid in bed for nearly an hour without even a fluttering of bliss to lull his eyes closed. An honest attempt had been made but that was all that could be really said about it.

The nerves had been easier to manage during the last two weekdays, when he had actual work to do. But yesterday was a nightmare. Like today, once Manfred was in bed it was as if his mind could find any excuse in the world to stay active. Which inevitably led him to the same spot he was now, in his study with his laptop open and table lamp illuminating some of what was relinquished to Vorgoth. Stacks of typed notes, copies of photographed sites and remains, pages of citations, maps, diagrams. In reality, only some of her materials fit neatly on the desk so the rest rested in one of his desk drawers.

What he was currently forcing his attention on was the crux of Miss Ingellvar’s research. The Hand of Glory. A photograph of the hand stared back at Emmrich, the formerly white silk reflecting slightly from a glare of white. Its aged yellow sheen gave an almost skin-like tone that most others might find squeamish given the nature of the item in question. It was a marvelous artifact… Yet it’s caused such a stir over this last decade.

The glow of his laptop was thankfully dampened by his glasses, eyes following back and forth between emails and the papers beside it. Inevitably, this made him re-read the top most recent ones regarding the last entries for extra credit. Mr. Zimmerman, Miss Ablinger, Miss Lutare, Mr. Barkhausen, Mis Verulus. None of them needed to do the work this early in the year but he usually offered the opportunity for a small assignment every month.

Emmrich wished it was just the tasks that kept his mind occupied. In reality, they were the balms he had chosen to try and to ease the ache sinking past his bones. Threads of white hair fell hung in front of his eyes and he brushed them back with a hand running over his forehead. He wished he could be ignorant to what had left him feeling ill, but he wasn’t naive.

Off ahead and to his right, sat atop the small sofa he kept inside his study was his still opened satchel. Resting inside one of the front slips meant for pens was a plastic wrapped blue circle. Emmrich debated throwing it away once he got in the car to drive back to The Belfry, it wasn’t as though he’d have any use for it. Instead, he slipped it into his bag to escape the inquisitive eyes of his son, who reasonably could not find something he was less interested in. The debate started up again the next morning when he opened the satchel before class.

Again, and again, again. Now it was… nearly midnight, about to factually be Monday and yet the candy still taunted him. The moonlight stretching through the window made it practically glow or radiate in a near hypnotizing hue. Rook had been on his mind multiple times these past few days, and for shamefully less than appropriate reasons. He had been able to hold himself together while in her presence, chalking it up to how his adrenaline seemed to kick up and brush him past it all in the heat of the moment.

But in the quiet, when left to grips of shadowy edges while the coolness of the air clutched at his limbs, memories of their short time together swirled low in his abdomen. Rook was a curious creature, if there ever was one. Every second with her was filled to the brim with some sort of indulgence. And the speed at which those indulgences changed felt like a slap to the face. Perhaps that was the real reason he had managed to keep himself sane throughout the entire session. It was dizzying, disorienting. Elbows dug into polished mahogany, bare arms and hand raised to create a spot for his mouth to rest against. This was foolish or rather he was foolish.

It was impossible to not replay certain things in his head. He ought to know, he had tried persistently. Their first initial meeting in The Lighthouse, the tension it had wound up inside him, he had been able to look past that for the most part. Being alluring, being so… desirable, that was her job. From her perspective it was the entire purpose of their introductions, and that was his fault for not being clear. But everything else after that? None of that was without the pretense for his intentions.

If he allowed himself to linger on the discomfort, he could still sense the staunch presence of her boot against the low bend in his vertebrae. And had it been necessary for her to roll her hips against him while bent over like that? Certainly not. The sheer amount of pluck it took for her to settle into his lap, specifically to run the swell of her behind against his length, was baffling. Had it even been intentional? Muscle memory? The thought of warm skin against his palm while pale purple eyes looked up at him so tenderly, it made his chest feel like it was full of cotton.

It also made him feel terrible. It was an act, she just was trying to get him to play along, to make it look incredibly real. So real that it made him feel like a complete lecher. It was only worse while inside Blackthorn. Her gaze didn’t linger away from him for too long. Glancing up his legs, across his shoulder, at his hands, unaware that he had caught her staring multiple times. Why? Another coincidence, surely.

Actions were quick, made in the heat of the moment. But Rook had been careful with her word choice. The mouth that girl had would send a Chantry Sister into hysterics, and set Emmrich’s veins on fire. Teasing was not in the contract. It was clear she did it purely out of amusement. A dangerous choice if they had been in different circumstances, but that might have been the exact reason she did it. Knowing there was little he could do about it. If that was true, Miss Rook was far more devious than he had originally figured her for.

Most words like that, salacious whisperings, they tasted like salt and musk. Not Rook’s. Hers were so sweet that they were practically inedible. Making his teeth and cock ache. That all too familiar strain flared below, just like yesterday. That infernal candy in his bag matched the only shade he had seen of her tongue-

Maker, preserve him. Emmrich hadn’t felt his body move. The side of his left ring finger was caught between his teeth while his right hand slid up and down his thigh. Palm grazing against the stiffened shaft beneath his clothes. This felt utterly depraved, he had only known the young woman for a handful of hours. Not like that would have stopped him in younger years. Some of his more spontaneous affairs lasted longer in the bed than out of it.

But he had made it a point to resist the last few days. Emmrich was not the sort to feel any sort of real shame over his desires, but this felt like a line he ought to draw. So he tried. Tried to think of something else, anyone else, and for the most part it would work. There were moments where aspects of her slipped in that forced Emmrich to slow down to bring his focus back. It was getting harder and harder to ignore.

Was it really his fault though? Again, her job was to be desirable in the most literal sense. She’s a professional in getting people to want her badly enough that they’d be willing to pay just for a taste. Could anyone really blame him for acting this way in private? But all of this over a candy was ridiculous! The shine of it was still taunting him. He could rip the wrapping off now, force tolerance over the flavor just to try and simulate what that vexing tongue tasted like. He wanted to but his legs planted firmly to the floor.

A string of curses ricocheted throughout his skull as his thumb swirled against a spot of wetness forming against his pants. There was no use stopping it. This was an inevitable outcome. A sharp breath through his nose attempted to cut through the heaviness in his chest while his posture readjusted. His weakened hand slipped and hid itself past his waistband and took hold of his cock, still hidden from view. Emmrich couldn’t bring himself to look, it would be too much to look at it, no matter how awkward of an angle or discomfort this position gave for having little room to move.

He had to get it out of his system now, is what he told himself. Once, just once, to make the fixation stop. Then he could be free. Two dry pumps to test just how desperately his blood was screaming for her. Fingers graze up the underside until they meet the already weeping head.

Rook would probably find this pathetic, or perhaps she’d like it because of that fact. If he was going to do this, Emmrich planned on going all the way. Leaning back in chair, the hand that had been making friends with his teeth sought the comfort of his armrest.

Thin fingers smear the droplets around the heated tip of flesh. A shuddering pull down rubbed once again at the dry remainder of his skin. His grip was wrenched away with a ferocity that may have seemed odd for anyone not acquainted with his proclivities. In the lamp light, the pads of his middle fingers glistened and in between the gaps of them spread apart he could focus on the dot of blue in the distance. Held there like an optical illusion, as though it was being pinned between the joints.

With parted lips, the fingers slipped into his mouth and took in a flavor he was well accustomed to but Emmrich imagined it differently. The more watery consistency helped. A pool of saliva gathered in response, some of it coating his fingers as his tongue glided between the gap where he had imagined the sucker to be. They inched away from his bottom lip and his chin tilted past palm to release the excess spit into his cupped palm. No more dwelling on it, make it end. A brief reprieve from the armrest allowed a thumb to hook back into his waistband. Raising just high enough to return his right hand to the throbbing beneath green obscurity. A fervent grip onto his seat engaged the muscles running up his forearm. There was a quiet hiss to snip the silence, followed by the soaked exchange of skin meeting skin.

The image of the woman in The Lighthouse formed first. Someone who wasn’t quite Rook or at least wasn’t yet. Exceedingly beautiful in a tight black dress and noisy heels. Heels that pressed into his chest and allowed him a chance to glance up her skirt, a chance he hadn’t taken. The feeling of her stockings against his hand forced him to wonder how it may feel if he could have slid himself between her thighs. She may have enjoyed his desperation to have any semblance of touch. Could have leaned into it, told him to rut into his own hand while she simply watched. Not too unlike what was currently happening.

The friction of cloth made the back of his hand burning hot. Emmrich held himself steady with the armrest to attempt and dissuade any bucking from his hips. He gripped himself a little firmer, focusing his attention closer to the head. Up and down, small movements that drew up his eagerness and increased that static sensations in his brain with a slight twist of his wrist to accent each stroke. He could have given himself away to her in that moment, he should have, what a waste of an opportunity. Just to feel something. And maybe she would have rewarded him with a dip into her nylons.

But suddenly, there was Blackthorn. A more clear rendition of the woman, more understood and more vibrant. All that teasing, all those bold words. What was it she told him? ‘I’m good at sucking, I’d rather not spit, I can stay quiet for you’? The memory elicited a needy groan from Emmrich’s chest. Yes, all that was probably true. He imagined she had a lot of practice, a well versed tongue so to speak. Not a lot of people could truly appreciate the allure of an experienced woman. He wondered if she was as popular as the organizer made her seem, she may not even have a gag reflex.

Another squeeze, a longer drag as he imagined pushing her head down until she took every inch of him. He’d hold her there with fingers laced in her hair and keep her still until she really started to feel the weight of him like a nervous lump in her throat she couldn’t swallow. The loudest noise would be her earrings twinkling against one another as he took an agonizingly slow pace with using her mouth.

If he could hold himself back, that is. Emmrich’s movements became less hesitant and far more covetous. A line of wetness ran down the side of his thigh. Thumping sounds of slickened skin slightly muffled under cloth, and his hips shifted to try and meet the demands of his desire. The room smelled too much like him. Books, frankincense, aftershave, and vetiver. It only spurred him on to speed up, as he’d rather prefer to sink his senses into her. So sugary and intoxicating.

If he hadn’t already been so worked up, the next thought would have made him stop. Almost nothing would at this point. He saw her after the teasing. That fleeting look on the stone stairs, her expression whenever she chanced a glance at him while listening to him teach her, all her reassurances. Relaxed, content, and sweet. Emmrich felt it brand into every neural pathway that controlled his pleasure. A pulse rang through him and a heavy constriction in his testicles forced his neck to crane to the side. A hand slammed against his mouth just before his climax ruptured throughout his nerves.

An undeniable wail tried to escape from him. Shoulders shuddering and legs tensing far more violently than any release he’d had in some time. For a few seconds he continued to stroke himself, draining every drop he’d have to give. Like he’d have any real use for his own spill. All of which either soaked into the front of his pants or dripped down until it did the same on the underside.

It had been a crescendo, it always was. A bright flash of heat and pressure and ear ringing ecstasy. But it doesn’t last long with only himself there to meet it. The cool air needled into his feverish skin, the stickiness of his right hand all too obvious. And the edges of Rook’s visage were still there with a simple smile. His eyelids pryed themselves open to try and run from what he saw there. The bony clutches of regret.

Why had that been what did it? There was some level of excuse he could give for the other two workings of his imagination. They were rooted in a farce that she played into. But that hadn’t been what drove him into his release. Emmrich felt dirty and perverse for it. His throat clenched with a tightening pain as reality settled back into his muscles.

That was a mistake. A tremendously exciting and delicious climax in the moment but very much a mistake all the same. How had he let himself get this far? Emmrich felt as though he only had himself to blame. No matter the taunting, it was his own actions that he’d have to control. He had to. This wasn’t a matter he could complicate any further.

The man took a deep breath through the nose in an attempt to calm himself. In for four counts and out again for another four. He had to try and be more careful. Be professional. He could do that. If not for Rook’s dignity in regards to an act she’d never be aware of, then at least for self preservation. The toiling guilt and disgust swelled like an infected organ secretly lodged between his small and large intestines.

The strands of hair fell in front of his eyes some time ago, and this time he had no energy to brush them back. He’d need another shower anyways. And a change of clothes.

He couldn’t do this again, and the knowledge that he’d be seeing her again in less than twenty-four hours gnawed at him as he struggled to get his footing.

…

Monday, confusing. Lichdom wasn’t acting right. If she even had jurisdiction to say what was ‘normal’ for him. There had been some level of… excitement over the next session once the weekend passed. Aside from her studying before her project date with Bellara, she hadn’t gotten the chance to do much more work on A Deconstruction of Present. Which was disappointing because she was just starting to get into it but her weekend had been just as busy as she’d expected.

A double booking on Saturday but only one paid for lip service. Damas had called in a favor though so she was up late. Then on Sunday she had a longer session with a new client that Viago had labeled as Sten. Rook knew just enough random Qunlat to recognize it as some sort of military rank, which was very fitting from what she had seen of him. He told her he was a politician from Par Vollen and that more than cleared up how forthright he had decided to be with his information.

The Crows didn’t have any agencies up there but that was mostly because there wasn’t a need for it. Rook’s line of work wasn’t seen with the same sort of taboo it was in Thedas. But according to Sten, they had been recommended to him by an ‘old friend’ and from there it was the organizer who recommended Rook based on ‘certain factors’. Of course, Rook was not privy to that exact information as it wasn’t necessary to her task. A past client was likely Sten’s old friend, or perhaps someone with clipped wings. In any case, him being called Sten was apt. He was a no nonsense type, no complex requests or frills. She thought this would have been a good assignment for one of the newer people since he required so little. That would be the case if not for the damn near merciless stamina he had. Usually when clients paid for longer sessions, there was some sort of drawn out foreplay or talking involved. Not Sten though. Ten minutes to explain everything, another five to get undressed, and the next three hours and forty-five minutes was manual labor.

Needless to say, the warmth Lichdom provided was a welcomed levity that she had been hoping for. So she was grinning to herself until he approached her and then… next to nothing. Lackluster wasn’t quite the right word for it, but Rook equated him to a snuffed candle. She tried to light him up again and got little more than a spark. The most reaction she had gotten out of him the whole session was when she showed him her notes from Thursday and the receipt placement in the book that she used as a marker. His eyes went as wide as saucers, mouth agape. That gave Rook a chuckle and for whatever reason that caused Emmrich to straighten his spine.

First he asked her why she did it, because she felt like doing it. He said she didn’t have to, she knew that but she did it anyway. Funny how that works, isn’t it? His brows knitted together. Then he asked if homework costs extra. That was a spark. No, it wouldn’t cost extra so long as he didn’t ask or expect her to do it. Emmrich regarded her with something unexpected, apprehension. Nothing cold or unpleasant necessarily. He flashed her a polite smile, light as air and warm. But there was a crispness there, cutting in his posture. Like the cooling graze of the autumnal breeze outside of Blackthorn. And it remained that way for the rest of the session.

Wednesday, suspicious. No spark, nothing at all. He was certainly more relaxed than he had been previously but that only seemed to make him more curt in his demeanor. So, Rook tested a few things. On the way inside the library, she stood a little closer to him and let her arm whisper against his knuckles. Emmrich was quick to move his hand away and needlessly checked the time. At the table, she let her messenger bag tip slightly over the edge of the table so a few things would spill out. Just a journal, a few Lyri-Yums, a scrunchy, and a forgotten mechanical pencil. Ever the gentleman, Emmrich was on one knee without a thought and helped her gather the items. She thanked him and apologized for her clumsiness but still got little reaction from her ‘accidentally’ bumping into him a few times. However, he was oddly hesitant to pick up her suckers. A last stitch effort came in the form of leaning over the table to briefly try and read some of the last bits of their first book. The perfect opportunity to peek just a little bit down her shirt and still nothing! They just… finished and moved on to start A City of The Dead.

Now, it was Friday. And Rook was starting to get a little annoyed. Or maybe offended was a better way to describe it? Either way, she had been so up in arms over it that she actually finished the book they had just started in between work. Even had the notes and questions ready to go! That was the only thing to get him back on Monday but she suspected that that had more to do with surprise than anything else. Creators, she’d had more luck with getting Heiner to play and that was less than thrilling. Ah yes, the clearly single nerdy type sees an ‘artsy’ alternative girl who shows even a glimmer of interest in him and he’s borderline twirling his hair over it. That made sense, that was expected and she figured out basically all his tells by the time she returned A Deconstruction of Present.

In the back of her mind she was well aware of the fact that she was being less than fair. Whatever that waltz had been, it was being locked up tight and Rook was clearly being denied entry. Couldn’t even hear the music if she pressed her ear against the door. Perhaps she had set her expectations too high or somehow misjudged him. Rook was usually good at pinning people down but Lichdom was whisked away and she was unable to learn his steps. He had made her excited. Emmrich was fun. But Rook knew if she told any of the other Crows about this issue she was having, they’d think she’d taken too many hits to the face.

‘What was so wrong with having an easy client?’ ‘Sounds like a nice break to me.’ ‘At least you didn’t have my last client, you wouldn’t believe what he wanted to put in me!’ Yeah, sure, they all had a point but still. One of the many reasons was so popular at the agency had to do with her enthusiasm towards the clientele. Rook was a very specific type of voracious learner. After their first proper session in Blackthorn, she had been itching to get back in his domain. The material was interesting enough but Lichdom? He was the real study. And to say she was starting to feel let down was an understatement.

4:18pm on a Friday afternoon, Rook sat on the stone steps again. A few possibilities had come to mind as to what could have caused Emmrich to feel the need to build a wall between them. All of those possibilities led her to the same choice of alleviation. Sincerity. She could do that. No games, no teasing. She would take this session seriously and see where it got her.

Rook’s mouth felt empty without her candy there to reassure her. The bitter taste of the second cup of bad coffee still hanging at the back of her throat. Afternoon sunlight weighed on her from over her closed eyes, head resting on raised knees as she took in the sound pouring in from her headphones. The pressure on her right temple leaned against her kneecap kept her awake

Time was nearing, she’d stop once this song was over. A 3/4 composition dominated by a full line of violins and cellos, pulsed with snares, and enunciated by brass. Waltz wasn’t exactly her speciality but this one could be livelier with the right partner. It flushed with an intensity that begged for a firm hand between the shoulder blades and an elongated neck. The fingers hidden under the curve of her thigh attempted to map the pattern she’d have come up with while the other delicately tapped at the step to keep the time.

Her cheek was warmed by the sunlight. Just enough to give her some peace between the tiredness crawling under her eyes and the melancholy in her legs. The music was loud, just the way she liked it. So it wasn’t sound that made her head perk up but rather the sudden lack of red light penetrating her left eyelid. A sudden darkness that loomed over her as an unknown just before her gaze could process it.

[takemywearybones]

Burn together

the night before daenerys’ wedding to Khal Drogo. cw incest, dead dove, noncon, alluded underage, somno, emotional blackmail

The quiet winds of the night swept through the thinly veiled curtains, and Viserys let out a shaky breath. His little sister, his Dany, to be sold off like a whore to a horse lord. The thought sent shivers down his spine. What would he do with her tiny, frail body? He’d split her in half, surely. She’s just a little girl. Viserys almost let his eyes well up with tears, almost.

This isn’t right, we are Targaryen. We are meant for one another. But when I get my crown in return, everything will be better, I'll make sure of it. I’ll be King and Dany will be my Queen. Just have to wait.

But he couldn’t wait. Viserys stood up finally, his mind set on only one thing. Make her yours. Make her yours before Khal Drogo can. He won’t even notice- no one will. Her body is owed to me. Her innocence, her purity, is mine to take. It is I who starved countless nights so that she went to bed full. It is I who bathed her, who carried her, who kept her safe all these years. Don’t I deserve this one thing in return?

He creaked open her bedroom door, quietly shuffling inside. He let out a breathy sigh, locking the door before approaching her sleeping form on the bed, in the thin nightgown he had gifted to her, no less. It left little to the imagination. His little sister was a beauty, already filling out in all the right places. A finger grazes over her collarbone gently, before travelling downward till his hand palmed her breast.

She let out a quiet hum, and he froze. Nothing more followed though, and so the mattress dipped beside her when he sat down, slowly crawling over her as if she were prey. He slid a hand downward, watching her face the entire time for any signs of life, before dipping his fingers underneath her nightgown, rubbing between her folds slowly with a shaky hum.

His cock tightened painfully in his breeches, aching to pin her down and show her who she really belongs to. Who she’s always belonged to.

“Viserys?” A sleepy hum arose. His hand didn’t falter, though, rubbing her clit up and down gently as she whined quietly. “You owe me a debt, sister. I’ve risked my life to keep you safe, to keep you fed and warm, to provide a roof over your head. I deserve your maidenhead more than some horse-fucker does, hm?” He whispers, his finger sliding into her tight hole with a sharp inhale. She whimpers in response, her tiny hands grabbing at his forearms, trying to pry him off.

“Shh, I know… just relax, it’ll feel better.” He murmurs in her ear, before pumping his finger in and out of her, rapidly increasing his pace before adding a second. Tears start to fall from Daenerys’ eyes, quietly begging and pleading. “Please, Viserys. Please don’t.”

He only shushes her, quickly growing tired of her begging. “I’m trying to make this easier for you. You should thank me, little sister. I could’ve let you die, you know? I could have thrown you out on the street and let some vermin rape and kill you. Could’ve had all that food for myself, instead of starving for you. But I didn’t, you know why? Because I'm such a good big brother, hm? I love you, and I'm showing it to you. So be a good girl and stay quiet-“ The whole time he was speaking, his hand was unbuttoning his clothes and stroking at his cock slowly, and he quickly shoved himself inside of her while covering her mouth with his free hand.

She bit down on his palm, not enough to hurt but enough to irritate Viserys. “Don’t- don’t fucking do that. Don’t wake the fucking dragon, just take it. Just take my love, Dany…” he whispers breathlessly in her ear, though she could barely hear him through her own screams. “Just- fuck- just think about tomorrow, when the Khal takes you. It won’t hurt so bad, now, hm? Because I've already deflowered you… you should thank me.” He repeats again, before bringing his lips to her own, engulfing her in a deep and messy kiss.

Daenerys’ screams start to subside into quiet moans and whimpers, her arms wrapping around her brother and her nails digging crescent-shaped marks into his back. “There you go, there… Gods, I love you, little sister. Just made for me, weren’t you? Not for Khal Drogo, me. We share the blood of the dragon, you and I. Meant to burn together…” He babbles out into her shoulder, sucking and biting marks into her skin without thinking of the consequences.

“Yours- Viserys…” She whimpers out, mostly to appease him. “Mhm- fuck, that’s right…” He hums out in response, his pace increasing rapidly as he nears the edge. “Do you want to come, Dany? I doubt your soon to be husband will ever make you come. But I will, because I love you- ah- so much.” He groans, his hand snaking between their bodies and rubbing at her clit at a ferocious pace, erupting a loud moan and causing her hips to buck up into him.

The sound drove him crazy, not long after spilling his seed deep inside her, letting out ragged breaths as he came to his senses again. But, never stopping his rubbing on her pearl, he quickly sent her over the edge too, and a lone tear slips her eye when she experiences that euphoria for the first time in her life. He grins wildly as he observes her expression, kissing her jawline gently. You should thank me.

“T-thank you, Viserys…” She mutters out weakly, her voice cracking. He hums in response before pulling out of her with a groan, kissing her lips and then her forehead before shuffling off of her, taking note of the bloody sheets under her.

“Don’t expect such mercy from your husband, Dany. He won’t love you. Not like I do.”

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 5th: Role Model | Slow Down — Ozzy Osbourne | Brave a/n: hospital setting, dustin & eddie heart-to-heart, post-s4 canon, implied pre-steddie if you squint. un-betaed because I’m challenging myself to write these in under an hour. read on ao3 | link to masterpost on ao3

Eddie’s always hated the color white. 

It’s too… empty, still, plain. Is it even a color? Or is it just the absence of color? He’s never been sure. Maybe he should’ve paid a little more attention in his art classes instead of going off-task and drawing Hellfire and Corroded Coffin designs. What matters though is that he’s always hated the color white and now, in what can only be described as adding insult to injury, he’s connected to several beeping machines surrounded and draped in nothing but white. Sterile, boring, useless white. 

The beeping is at least a solace, both in its predictable rhythm and as a sign that he’s still alive. Maybe he’ll eventually feel more comfortable with his survival but it’d been touch and go for awhile there so for now, he’s glad to have some sort of reminder that his heart is, indeed, beating. 

Another welcome reminder is the slew of visitors he’s had since waking up, some of whom have apparently been in and out since before he’d been brought out of the medically-induced coma. Wayne, of course, was no surprise. Steve, and Robin, and Nancy, and a few of their friends from California were something of a surprise but he supposes it makes sense. They’d nearly gone down together and Eddie’s sure they’re splitting time between his room and Max’s down the hall. 

Dustin Henderson though? Dustin surprises him. 

Not necessarily that he’s been there, waiting, probably giving the nurses the worst headaches of their lives with his questions and suggestions. The little shit loves him, he knows that without a shadow of a doubt now, but Eddie’s shocked that he’s not angry. Since waking up, Eddie’s just laid there, watching cartoons on the tiny TV bolted into the corner of the too-white room with the kid, his own casted leg propped up on the side of Eddie’s bed. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was just at home in the trailer. It feels too normal. 

Finally, one day, Eddie asks. Maybe it’s the latest round of painkillers that loosen his lips, but he has to ask. He has to know. 

“Henderson?” Eddie asks, keeping his eyes trained on the television. 

“Yeah?” Dustin responds. 

“Are you like… are we like… are we good? Are you not pissed at me?” It’s hard for him to choke out, stumbling over his words. The opinion of a kid shouldn’t frighten him so much but goddamn, it’s like asking his little brother if he hates him. He’s terrified of a Yes. 

Silence sits between them, Dustin surely burning a hole into the side of Eddie’s head. He can damn near feel it. Scooby Doo drones on though, and Eddie hopes that maybe Dustin just didn’t hear him. He’s on the good shit, so maybe he’d only asked in his head. 

“I was, a little bit, yeah.” 

But was is past-tense, and that just makes no sense. Dustin deserves to be mad at him, he’d gone off the plan and nearly died in front of him. Why isn’t he mad? What changed?

“What changed your mind?” Eddie still doesn’t look at him. 

“Dude, look at me for a second. This is way more important than what closet the ghost ran into.” Dustin’s tone is annoyed and a little pushy, just the way he’d been before all of this. 

Eddie sighs and turns to face Dustin, who’s looking at him with pinched eyebrows and wide eyes. 

“I was so goddamn mad at you, Eddie. You almost died. Well, technically, you did for a minute there but that’s besides my point. You didn’t need to go back, and I was mad that you, someone I look up to, did something so stupid.” 

Dustin takes a breath– it’s shaky, and Eddie nods him on encouragingly. He doesn’t speak though, doesn’t want to interrupt something that’s clearly not done. 

“And then… well, Steve sat me down and explained what you said when he was carrying you out of there.” 

Eddie’s heart monitor speeds up at the mention of Steve, and the mention that he’d apparently been talking before he blacked out and has absolutely no fucking memory of what he’d said. Dustin, genius and all that, notices and places a hand on top of Eddie’s which he only distantly recognizes is gripping the edge of the bar. 

“Hey, you alright?” 

Eddie nods again and makes a gesture with his free hand to continue. If he opens his mouth, he might vomit. Or panic. Maybe both, and neither is conducive to the conversation at hand. He’ll have that conversation with Steve later. 

Dustin eyes him with uncertainty but continues on regardless. “So, yeah. Steve told me what you said about making sure that I was okay, that you were bleeding out all over him and couldn’t shut up about my stupid ankle, that you were so sorry and it wasn’t supposed to happen like that, that you were trying to help however you could but you couldn’t let the bats get out. Or get to me.” 

Eddie sees the way Dustin’s throat bobs and his eyes begin to gloss over. If he starts crying right now, Eddie might lose it himself. He’s about to make some joke and deflect like he always does, but Dustin steamrolls on. 

“And that’s just– Eddie, do you know how brave that is? That’s the stuff of D&D heroism. That’s insane, and don’t ever do it again, but how could I stay mad at you for caring about me? And about all of us? I’m not a complete asshole.” 

Dustin calls him brave and Eddie's chest tightens, his jaw clicking with the effort it takes not to burst into tears. A few deep breaths later and he’s able to open his mouth without humiliating himself. 

“Well, not all the time, at least,” he teases, his laugh weak and his smile wide. 

“You know, Eddie, we were having such a nice moment there and you had to go and ruin it.” Dusin retorts, rolling his eyes and settling back into his chair. “Actually, you’re the asshole because you haven’t even asked to sign my cast yet. I’ve been telling everyone else who’s asked No because you get first dibs.” 

Dustin fishes around in his pocket, twisting in weird ways that Eddie can’t imagine he’ll ever be able to again, before coming up with a black Sharpie. “Do your worst.” 

Eddie takes the Sharpie and stares down at the cast. It’s white, just like the bed sheets and the painted cinder block walls, and curtains, and stupid hospital gown that doesn’t close in the back. But Dustin’s cast doesn’t feel sterile or empty. 

It just feels like canvas, and maybe the walls of this hospital room can be the same blank slate on which Eddie can rebuild his life.