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god-has-entered-my-body · 7 months ago

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How can I refuse? - Matty Healy

A/N: am still not ready to let MPIND Matty go so have this xx (edit: this is non-canon, so it doesnt have anything to do with the plot of MPIND or its sequel, Before you go)

wc: 5k

content warnings: smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), marking, lipstick kink?, lingerie, begging, praise, teasing, general possessiveness, matty wears a skirt x

Most people live off of food, water, and oxygen. You know, the actual building blocks of life. When it came to Matty, it was all about your eyes, specifically, where they looked. It always had to be with him. Matty. Only him, no one else.

He might tease and poke fun, but it was his weakness. Seeing you reach for your camera even your most intimate moments made his insides twist up and his stomach flutter with butterflies. Posing and contorting to your will, he did his absolute best to look amazing for you, to look how you wanted him to look. He relished in the small gasps you’d let out when the picture developed, his skin glowing under the flash, a thin layer of sweat sticking to it.

Which is why, when you had left the house to go pick up something you’d left at Ross and Hann’s flat, he saw an opportunity. The door slammed shut with an echo through the foyer, signifying you had departed. This was one of the rare times you hadn’t taken your bag with you, leaving it hanging on a chair in the kitchen, completely out in the open.

Matty’s eyes flickered over to it from the sofa, waiting a few moments to see if you’d come back for it. The house stayed silent, the only sound coming from the sofa creaking as he got up, tentatively walking over into the kitchen. Your bag was already zipped open, the contents of it clearly visible. One specific item stood out to him, glimmering under the light. Your precious camera.

The purple plastic was smooth in his hands, his fingers gliding over the surface. Matty could feel his heart begin to race at the thought of what this very lense had seen. His bare skin, your hands on him, nails raking over his chest, leaving scratch marks in their wake. Memories flashed through his head as he mindlessly walked into your now shared bedroom.

The once warm white fairy lights had been swapped out for pink ones instead, a new addition to your shared space that you were yet to discover. Your bed was unmade, sheets scattering across the mattress in a messy fashion, everything covered in an obscene amount of pillows.

This had been on Matty’s mind quite a while now, though he never had the opportunity to act on it. That is, until now. It was perfect, with you gone out for god knows how long, he had the ideal set up for a bit of “mischief” as he himself put it.

He groans as the warmth of the bed enveloped him, welcoming him home. Pink light poured over the sheets, painting them in a warm hue. Perfect.

Mattys began setting up.

Femininity wasn’t unknown to him. He owned multiple skirts and dresses, makeup products, even hair pins and clips he’d managed to nick from you when you weren't looking. You knew about all of this, seeing him every day, it would be pretty hard to miss it. Though, there was one thing he hadn't told you about yet. His affinity for womens clothes wasn't just limited to the odd skirt or sheer top, but also included undergarments.

Neatly folded in a drawer underneath piles of socks and shirts, was a small collection of womens lingerie. Panties and garters in various colorways, ranging from cotton to silk or even the odd piece of lace. It wasn't like he’d been hiding it from you, you just never asked. Feeling slightly giddy, he grabbed a pair of black lace panties from the pile, slipping them on underneath his basic grey joggers. Showtime.

Matty had decided to forgo a shirt for this specific photoshoot, knowing you'd much prefer him without one. The camera was heavy in his hand, weighing it down slightly as he lifted it slightly above his line of sight. Offering a sly grin to the lense, he pressed down onto the shutter, the flash almost blinding him. The picture looked innocent enough, the only remotely suggestive thing was his lack of top.

Ruffling his hair with his fingers, he tugged down his joggers slightly, letting them hang low on his hips as he snapped the second picture, this time, from below. His hip tattoo was the most visible, standing out against his pale skin like a sore thumb. That still did nothing to distract from the obvious bit of lace peeking out from the band of his pants. The thought of you seeing him like this drove him insane, but he quickly regained his composure before getting in place for the third photo.

Matty had managed to pull off his pants with only one hand, the other inspecting the fresh polaroid that the camera had just spit out. Now completely naked, apart from a skimpy pair of panties, it was time to get a bit more creative.

Setting the camera on the desk adjacent to the bed, he set a timer. Hearing it tick down, Matty found a good position and stayed. Flash. The sudden light was something he could never get used to, his eyes always slightly scrunched up in the pictures.

The camera was placed further away, but not too far, capturing the entirety of Mattys body. He was perched on the bed, on his knees with his legs spread, chest pushed out dramatically.The underwear he had on was now fully visible, the thin material barely concealing anything. His hand covered his growing erection, the thought of your reaction to the pictures once he was done was enough to give him a semi. The flash didn't bother him too much, throwing his head back just in time for the shutter to go off.

Leaving the picture on the bed next to him to develop, he grabbed the camera off the desk, setting it aside. His hand trailed down his chest, ghosting over his nipple piercing. Giving it a tug, just as you would if you were here, he let out a wanton whimper, letting go. The other hand was already palming himself through his panties, getting him fully hard.

The sensation of the lace rubbing up against his cock was almost too much, precum oozing out of the tip, painting the front of the panties with a wet patch. Working himself up, his hand reached for the camera, turning it around to face the lense to himself. Forcing his eyes open, parting his lips, he groaned desperately, clicking the shutter as he did.

The picture didnt show anything below the top of his chest, but fuck, it didnt need to. The expression on his face was one of pure want, lust, desire. Taking deep breaths to pull himself together, Matty moved on to his fifth and final position.

On his stomach, he propped a pillow underneath his elbows, giving him something to lean on. His curls fell over his face messily, covering most of his left eye. Knowing you, you'd probably make some offhanded comment about how he looked “terribly emo” like that, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. That wasn't important right now.

Angling the camera just right, his finger came up to meet his lips, pushing through them and into his wet mouth. Sucking on them slightly, he lets them hang out lazily, coating his lips and chin in spit. The flash reflected brilliantly off of his fingers, making the whole picture appear even lewder than it already was.

Quite happy with his work, he sets all five polaroids onto the bed in front of him, admiring himself. Painfully hard underneath his panties, he knew you would be coming home soon, and quickly scrambled up to put on some clothes. Grinning as he walked over to the wardrobe, he knew exactly what he was going to wear for you.

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The sound of the keys hitting the counter echoes through the house. Eyes darting across the room, you see no sign of Matty anywhere. Brushing it off, you shrug your jacket onto the sofa, sitting down on top of it, hand itching for a cigarette. You look around for a stray pack Matty had left somewhere.

That's when you see it.

The posh glass table had almost hidden the items that were placed upon it. You immediately recognised them as what they were: Polaroids. Heart racing a thousand miles an hour, you pick up the first one.

It was of a shirtless Matty grinning up from below, and you feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Another picture, this time from below, also shirtless, with pants hung low on his waist. Your breath hitches at the sight of his underwear peeking out from the waistband, holding the polaroid to your face to get a closer look. Lace. You moan audibly at the sight, blushing slightly at your reaction.

Hands shaking from excitement, you take the third picture, and you swear, your heart stops. Matty looks like a work of art, legs spread onto your shared bed like a true pornstar, head thrown back in an attempt to show off his long, slender neck. The bulge in his panties was badly hidden by his hand, leaving barely anything to the imagination.

The fourth is your favorite, always partial to Matty’s beautiful face. His open mouth and hooded eyes made your head spin, feeling lightheaded at the sight. The thought of him like this underneath you made your thigh clench, soaking your underwear.

The final picture is probably the filthiest. Fingers in his mouth, spit covering most of the bottom part of his face. So distracted by it all, you almost manage to oversee the bright pink post-it note stuck to the center of the table.

“upstairs x” was scrawled onto the paper, Matty’s handwriting immediately recognisable. It hits you at once. Matty was upstairs, waiting for you. He was waiting for you and you knew he was ready. Scrambling to get up the stairs, you stub your toe against the bannister, cursing out loud.

Before you can open the door, you're greeted by another note. This time, there was heart scribbled onto a green post-it, messily encasing both of your initials. An arrow ran through it, and you got the message immediately.

The door seemed awfully heavy as you pushed against it, pink light flooding your senses. Matty.

Matty was laying on the bed, legs stretched out on top of unorganized pillows and sheets. A green skirt covered his lower body, the satin shimmering in the light, almost blinding. The mesh top he had paired with it showed his piercing perfectly, the sight going straight to your core.

Before you can react, or even properly take him in, a flash actually blinds you. Matty has your camera. You rub your eyes to get rid of the burning sensation, before turning your head back to meet his eyes. A grin makes its way onto his face, the purple object clutched in his hands as the polaroid comes off of the top. Waving it through the air as it develops, you give him a look, holding up the pictures he had left you.

“You like em?” he asks, eyes darting over your body. You knew you looked desperate, hands slightly shaking and pupils completely blown out in lust. Nodding your head, you take a step towards the foot of the bed just as he gets up. Patting the space next to him, he looks at you expectantly, setting the photo and camera aside.

Getting a closer look at him, you realize he’s wearing makeup. This isn't unusual for Matty, but what was unusual was the bright red shade of lipstick lining his mouth. The sight made you smile, seeing as the product had smudged ever so slightly down his face.

The moment you settle in next to him, he flings his body on top of yours, straddling your waist. No genre of porn could top the sight in front of you right now, not even close. His curls stuck to the top of his forehead, and you could see his raging hard on through the thin material of his skirt.

“Why don't you get this off for me, yeah?” you tug at the seam of it, and Matty nods frantically, pulling it up and over his head before discarding it in a random corner. If heaven was a place on earth, it would be right in this room, with Matty, half naked and hard.

As seen in the picture he had so kindly gifted you, the lace panties truly didn't do anything to conceal him. The mesh top (yours of course) ended right above his hip bone, showing the perfect amount of skin. His eyes looked dazed as he leaned down to kiss you, lips smashing against yours.

The kiss is slow at first, with Matty deepening it the moment you kiss him back. Tongue and teeth and spit and his soft moans as you licked into his mouth filled your senses, your mind thrown into a lustful haze, the only cure being Matty finally fucking doing something.

Your hands thread into his hair, tugging in that way you knew he liked as his lips trailed down your jaw and onto your neck, sucking deep purple hickeys into your skin. A rough hand pushes your shirt up over your head, meeting the same fate as his skirt, forgotten in a corner. You silently thanked god today was a no bra day as your nipples hardened against the cool air.

You feel his hips grind down onto your thigh, soft whimpers leaving his lips as he continues his assault on your neck and chest. Nibbling at your collarbones, you see him reach under the pillow for something.

Red flashes across your vision, before settling right in front of you. Lipstick. Uncapping the top, you watch as Matty refreshes his lips, dabbing the product on softly, just as you had shown him months before. His eyes never left yours, a certain air of cockiness surrounding him.

Before you could react, Matty’s hand pushes you further into the bed, your head sinking into the pillows. The lipstick is slightly warm against your chest, and your breath hitches as you realize what he's doing. Matty is writing on your body, and you know exactly what.

His name.

Ever the territorial type, he had a knack for carving his initials into things. Whether it be the chair in your old room he used to have monopoly over, or random benches he sat on often. Bus stops, furniture, even walls had either his first name or initials carved into it. You were no different.

The red of the lipstick is bright against your skin, and Matty knew it would stain, which was exactly why he chose it. Small gasps leave your mouth as he palms your tits, leaning back to admire his artwork.

Kisses litter your ribcage, and you feel him lick a hot stripe across your underboob. Never breaking eye contact, he tugs at the waistband of your jeans, silently asking permission.

“Yeah, go ahead baby.” you say, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips. He smiles back at you, moving further down your body. Tugging your pants off of you, he snaps the waistband of your panties against your skin, making you yelp in surprise. A light giggle escapes him as he rids you of your underwear, now face to face with your glistening core.

The room felt unnaturally hot, and with Matty looking up at you from between your legs with that look in his eye that screamed “I'm going to devour you”, it seemed like even the slightest touch could have you coming in seconds.

His hand reaches around your thighs, making you scoot up slightly before diving into your folds, lapping at your clit with dizzying accuracy. It was so much all at once after endless teasing, and you were unable to control any other bit of your body. His strong hands gripped your skin, digging into it with such force that the spot started to go numb.

Writhing underneath him, his tongue licks circles around your clit, up, down and side to side, never letting you get used to something for too long. One of his hands leaves your thigh, instead, joining alongside his mouth between them.

Matty had big hands, the type basketball players and athletes usually had. His finger pushing into you felt like two of yours, and you immediately clenched around him, borderline pornographic moans spilling from your lips. Pumping in and out of you, that paired with the stimulation of his tongue had your head spinning and the world around you blurring as he added another digit, curling both upwards.

“Good?” you could smack him right now.

Smirking as he hits your g-spot, you squirm under his touch, trying to warn him of your approaching orgasm.

“F-fuck Matty, so good, you’re so good- Ohh god fuck.” your eyes screw shut, and you can feel the elastic in your core tightening as he speeds up, thrusting his fingers in and out of you at an animalistic pace.

He sucks your clit between his lips, and that's what throws you over the edge. You come, hard, probably harder than you have in your entire life, shaking and twitching as he tries to prolong your orgasm up until you start to move away from him.

His hand finds your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingertips as your eyes shut, basking in the afterglow of a mind blowing orgasm. You're at peace, completely oblivious as Matty shuffles around for a second, and you hear a shutter.

It happens so quickly, the photo was already in his hand developing when you finally open your eyes. Matty’s eyes stare back down at you, piercing your soul. In one hand, the camera, and in the other, he holds a fresh polaroid. One of you.

A blush spreads onto your face when you realize what he had done, covering your cheeks with your hand. Matty breaks eye contact to glance at the picture in his hand, his eyes widening at the sight.

It was all you, for the first time since you had pulled out that godforsaken camera. Hair strewn over the plush pillows, eyes screwed shut, and Matty’s hand groping your chest as he snapped the picture. You looked fucked out, like the personification of sex itself.

“Fuckk- you’re so pretty.” The first word sounds like a moan coming from his mouth, but he tries to hide it with the rest of his sentence. The red lipstick across your chest really did it for him, his cock twitching in his panties as he stared at the shiny polaroid. You start to get impatient.

“Why’re you looking at those when you have the real thing right in front of you?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow. You can hear the cogs turning in Matty’s brain as he lowers it from in front of his face.

Your hands travel up to grope your own tits, slightly smearing the imprint of his name. Letting out an obscene moan, you feel his own hands caress your face, pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

“Can I?” The question is small. Even in the heat of the moment, Matty always stopped and asked, gently stroking your hair and looking for any and all signs of hesitation. You decide to be mean, putting on a faux confused expression.

“Can you what?” your voice drips like honey, covering him from head to toe. Feeling him buck against your thigh, you shoot him a look, expecting an answer.

“Can I fuck you?” he whines, arms holding himself up right next to either sides of your head. “Please.” he adds, his eyes full of want and desperation. You pretend to think about it, averting your eyes and looking at the lamp on the ceiling for a moment while sucking in a deep breath.

The only thing that can be heard is Matty’s heaving breathing as he continues to buck into your thigh, although involuntarily. He tries to control himself, counting in 7’s and thinking of anything else but the person in front of him. Finally, you open your mouth to speak.

“Fuck me like you mean it, Matthew.”

The speed at which he took off the thin lace panties confining him could be recorded as a world record. Basically ripping them off, he throws them onto the steadily growing pile of clothing in the corner. Gasping for air, his eyes roll to the back of his head when your hand meets his throat, pressing against each side.

You hum, and Matty snaps back into reality, and you feel his hard cock leaking against your thigh. You wonder how long he had been sitting there, on the bed, waiting for your return. Did he touch himself? Has he cum already today? Or was he good and waited for you to give him what he really wanted.

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” you ask, right before he was about to push into you. The question takes him aback, and he nods his head.

“Only a bit, to get myself hard for you.” his voice shakes in anticipation as you process his answer.

“You didnt cum?” Matty shakes his head, curls moving with him.

“No I didn't, I promise. I waited for you. Only want you.” he mumbles into your hair, breathing in the scent of your conditioner.

You finally nod, hands pressing against his back, giving him the official go-ahead.

The moment the tip of his cock brushed against your entrance, his voice cracked. Loud moans spilled out of his mouth and directly into your ears as he pushed himself all the way inside of you, making you whimper at the stretch.

You both lay like that for a moment, before you finally tap him, telling him to move. When he finally does, he thrusts himself all the way back into you, making you cry out, nails digging into his back.

The animalistic nature of his thrusts makes you feel lightheaded, gripping onto Matty for dear life. He murmurs incoherent cries of pleasure into your hair, his hands moving down to grip your hips, meeting his thrusts halfway.

“So gorgeous, no one can compare. Feel so fucking good too, oh my go-” you clench around him, effectively cutting him off. The feel of his hands digging into your skin is painful, mixing in with the pleasure blooming between your thighs perfectly.

He doesn't let up, keeping a steady rhythm as his moans become more high pitched, signaling to you (and probably the whole neighborhood) that he was rapidly approaching the edge.

“Please let me cum, you feel so good- oh my god. You’re so wet- and warm fuckk- a-ah.” His words feed your ego, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in incredibly deeper.

Sweat beads on your forehead, and you see him pull away from the crook of your neck to stare at his name scrawled across your chest. The lipstick had started to properly smear, red running down your skin, painting it.

“C’mon, come f’me, such a good boy, go on, I know you can do it-” a guttural moan falls from Matty’s lips, his thrusts getting sloppier, cock slamming into that sweet spot inside of you over and over and over.

You come for the second time that night, your vision whites out as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. Stars dance behind closed eyelids and he slowed down slightly, giving you time to catch your breath.

“You like it when I call you a good boy? You're being so good- fuck filling me up-” This was all about Matty now, and you were determined to give him the most mind blowing orgasm of his life.

His dick twitches inside of you as you tell him to keep going, to use you to get off. Eyes widening in shock at your statement, his face quickly morphed into undeniable pleasure as his cock dragged along your plush walls, the friction sending him into what seemed like an alternate dimension.

“I look pretty, don't i? Look at your name on my chest.” you breath, your hands cupping your chest, gesturing to the bold red of his name. Matty.

“You're mine, no one else’s” his possessive side finally truly comes out to play, words spilling out from his lips before he could even properly think about them.

“I’m yours, only yours, my perfect boy, fuckk” you egg him on, your hands moving to his back, digging your nails into the muscle. You dig deep enough to draw a bit of blood, and Matty groans, raspy and desperate to fucking come.

“You’re perfect, fuckin’ made for me.” He right there, and you know it,

“Matty, you’re so good to me, so pretty- all for me, isn’t it?” you voice drips with lust, determined to make him finally fall over the edge.

“Oh god- fuck- A-ahh.” His voice is high, higher than yours even. He spills into you, his come filling you up to the brim. You moan at the sensation, pulling him in for a messy kiss, your teeth clashing together.

Matty flops on top of you, your chests pressed together as you continue your post-fuck makeout session. You can feel his come leaking out of you, pressing your thighs together to keep it off the bed.

“Why’re you so tense? I just gave you the best orgasm of your life, thank you.” of course Matty would say something like that, cocky and egotistical as ever. Your roll your eyes, debating on telling him or not.

“You just came inside of me, it's not like it just disappears.” his eyes widen in realization, and you laugh sheepishly, your face growing red. A grin spreads onto his face, and his head suddenly disappears from view.

“Let me just-” you feel his tongue in between your thighs once again, lapping up the remnants of his own orgasm. You shudder at the feeling, the overstimulation being almost too much.

He crawls back up to kiss you again. It's chaste, innocent almost, barely even a peck.

You can feel him shuffling around again, reaching to the side to grab something. The picture. He holds it up so you can both see it.

“Can I at least wank to this one? Since you have all those others of mine you constantly get off to.” he tries to sound indifferent, but deep down, you know he’s begging for your approval.

“How do you know I get off to them?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at him. Matty just laughs in your face, not realizing you were serious. How did he know?

“You're not slick, the walls are thin.” he gives you a wink, and you blush a deep shade of red, rolling your eyes at him. He sees right through your act, but chooses to leave you be.

Night had already fallen, and both of you were too exhausted to even move from your spot. Matty had switched with you, laying your head onto his chest, letting you use it as a makeshift pillow. It wasn't even 20 minutes before his soft snores filled the room, gracing your ears.

You smile to yourself, feeling his hand still in your hand from where he was stroking it. One though was clear in your mind, and you speak softly.

"I love you so much, I'm never letting you go."

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 7 months ago

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Expensive Tastes: Noctis Caelum x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Lingerie, teasing, dirty talk

Some foreplay and teasing in this one uwu

He could feel the bruises forming silently all over his body, he could feel his muscles slowly tightening from overworking himself during training. Gladio had made it very clear in training today how easy it was to fling the young prince everywhere as if he were a dog’s toy. The number of times he had to warp to avoid colliding with the walls or the floors had run him exhausted and sore. He was utterly drained, left to trudge to his chambers as he dreamed of his bed.

A soft hum radiated from his chest, pale lips flicking up into a very slight blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smile. Soft, clean silky sheets that smelled of lavender and a hint of sylleblossom the maids had just laid down on his oversized bed. Overstuffed pillows made of the finest materials sitting, waiting, fluffed up waiting for him to rest his head and slip into the realm of unconsciousness. He wanted to feel your presence next to him, feel your weight pushed up against him, hands balled up in his shirt, your warmth mixing with his under the soft covers.

Only, when he opened up the large doors to his bedroom, he didn’t see you sitting on the bed waiting for him. You normally did when he had training. You were always there waiting, almost as if you knew it would’ve been hell, like you knew Gladio would throw him around like it was nothing or Ignis outsmarting him at every turn. It was even worse whenever he would need to train with Cor (or even worse, the two times he had to train with Clarus). You would always be there at the foot of the bed, waiting for him to come in and start ranting about training, sometimes with a book in your hands from the grand library or sometimes with your phone idly waiting.

But you weren’t there. Not at the foot of the bed, not looking out the window to watch the city from so high up or watching the rain clouds pass by, not in the chairs off to the wall.

Instead, he saw the door to his bathroom closed, the gap under the door light up with the pale yellow lights from inside.

Upon closer inspection of the room, he noticed something by the side of the bed; Your clothes, all pooled and kicked to the side with your shoes. Noctis swallowed, glancing to the bathroom door where he realized there was music playing softly from behind the door.

Noctis stepped inside the room and made sure to close and lock the door behind him. He slowly stepped forward, closer to the bed, keeping his eyes glued to the bathroom door.

It was almost like you hear him in the bedroom as you opened the bathroom door. Light spilled into the dim bedroom. Noctis stood there light a deer in the headlights, eyes suddenly glued to the feminine form standing in the doorway.

He felt his pale cheeks heat up once more, but it wasn’t from exhaustion.

In the doorway to the bathroom stood you.

You had a black silken robe held closed by one hand, long expensive silk draping down your legs and stopping by your ankles. Your hand only protected your chest and stomach from being exposed, it hung open slightly, just enough to create a slit and expose one of your legs.

And boy was it a treat to him.

Your exposed leg was wrapped in skin-tight black lace. You were wearing knee-high stockings, and the hem was frilly and flowery. Black lace against your skin was an art to him, to hell with the paintings and portraits lining the hallways of the Citadel. You had makeup on, eyelids painted dark and lips glossy. He wanted to mess up that gloss.

“I heard training today was rough,” you acknowledged. No doubt you could see the bruises on his hands. You leaned against the doorframe and eyed him from under painted eyes, eyelashes fluttering. “I thought I’d do something to cheer you up.”

Noctis stood there, just staring at your one exposed leg wrapped in expensive Altissian lace, lips ever so slightly parted and his pale cheeks set ablaze.

“And what- how would you do that?” he stumbled over his tongue.

It was as if time had played in slow motion. He saw you let go of the front of the silken night robe hiding the rest of your body from his wanting eyes. The Silk fell back, and with a soft roll of your shoulders, the silk had suddenly found itself pooled to the floor like the rest of your clothing from earlier. Noctis felt his starlit blue eyes widen, felt his jaw unhinged just a bit more, he felt his heart suddenly start sprinting like the time he and Prompto pranked a raging Gladio.

The expensive black Altissian lace didn’t just stop at pricey stockings, you were wrapped in it so elegantly, he would have thought you were a present sent from the Astrals themselves. A present he almost didn’t want to open, you were wrapped too perfectly.

But he couldn’t let such a present go unopened.

Your bra was solid black, lace frilling underneath the cups. The straps were lace and thick and wrapped up behind your neck. In between the cups laid the littlest bow, a shiny stone weaved into the knot. Noctis briefly wondered if he could undo that little bow with his teeth to free your breasts. He wanted to massage them, kiss them, squeeze them; Worship them like one would an Astral.

You wore a pair of hipster panties. The middle was solid material, a shiny black. The sides were lace and hung high on your hips, hugging your hips and showing all of your curves. And just like your bra, the hemlines were lacey and there was a matching bow that sat right below your belly button, same glittering stone and all.

A present sent from the Astrals indeed.

“Wow,” was all Noctis could say, but it was just a mere whisper.

You slowly strolled towards him, swaying those hips of your, your eyes pinned on him. Your pupils were blown wide with lust. Noctis backed up with every step you took towards him, the music from the bathroom suddenly raging in his ears like it were a dream. With every step you took forwards towards him, he backed up one until his knees hit the mattress and he lost his balance, falling back onto the bed. You were standing there before him not too long after, watching him as he sat up on the bed. He was suddenly no longer exhausted from training all afternoon anymore.

“I could use some of that cheering up,” Noctis murmured under his breath, chest heaving at the sight of you standing above him.

Without a second thought you had reached up to behind your neck and unclasped the strap, letting the expensive bra you were wearing fall to the floor like it was some cheap thing.

Your breasts were free and out there on show to him, but something of his wasn’t. He could feel the electric shocks running all through his body, and he could definitely feel his pants getting slowly tighter in the crotch.

You had suddenly caged him. You propped one knee up next to his hip on the mattress, then the next. You placed one hand on Noctis’ chest and pushed him down, trailing a finger along his collarbones and down his chest. He really hoped you couldn’t feel his heart pounding against his ribcage as you stroked him through his shirt (but he really hoped you felt the tent in his pants).

You leaned down slightly and smiled at him. Noctis was sure by now that his face was beet red and he wasn’t sure he could keep a hold of constant eye contact with you. All he could think to do was to grab ahold of you, to steady you for whatever you were planning in that devious head of yours. He loved sinking his fingers into your hips, he wrapped his fingertips around the waistband of your panties.

He couldn’t handle it anymore; The teasing, the soft music still radiating from the bathroom, how the lighting just hit your body just right, how perfect you looked in black lace and silk.

He couldn’t handle the strain and tenting going on in his boxers and why is it so hot in here?

He was suffocating sitting there, looking at you, watching as you coyly smiled, looping your arms loosely around his neck, feeling you move around on his lap. His fingertips dug dangerously deep into your thighs and hips, nails biting into the material.

It was when he felt you grind against his erection did he finally snap.

He didn’t know he could move that fast, all of that training with Gladio and Ignis (and he shuddered as the brief thought of Cor stabbing at his feet with his sword) helped his reflexes, he had suddenly pinned you to the bed by the shoulders, a short gasp escaping your glossy lips.

Noctis’ fingers wrapped even tighter around the waistband of your panties and yanked them down your legs.

You flushed at the outline hidden inside the confinements of his underwear. Cock straining, erect, yet tortured to be stuck into tightening underwear.

Without a second thought, Noctis’ sweatpants dropped to the floor, the young prince quickly kicking them out of the way.

“You drive me crazy,” Noctis growled above you, hands snatching at your bare hips.

Your eyes held a sly shine to them, lips cheshire, loosely locking your stocking ankles behind his lower back.

“I’m just catering to your expensive tastes.”

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #noctis lucis caelum #noctis x reader #noctis caelum x reader

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emsfallingsky · 1 year ago

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Enchanted

Pairing: Danny X female!reader

Word count: 7.4k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! sexually explicit content, unprotected sex, (kissing, fingering, choking, name calling, praise, edging, cursing, spanking, restraints, dirty talk, degradation, breeding kink, katoptronophilia ;)

It was now starting to become late and the wine you had been sipping on was no longer doing the trick of getting you through the night. You let out a sigh, throwing your head back against the arm of the chair you were sprawled across. You had been sitting here for the past two hours waiting for Danny to get back home.

Normally you wouldn’t be upset knowing that he was having a good time at the bar with his brothers, surely getting the ol’ Kiszka birthday special. But tonight was different. You had decided you wanted to do something a little different…a little special so he would have something to look forward to when he came home tonight.

So, there you sat, wearing a black silk robe, which was now barely tied around your middle, coming loose from the hours of waiting. Underneath the black robe was a new lingeire set that you had picked out the week before.

It was a black lace set that had red accents springkled throughout it. The edges of the set were trimmed with black and red stiches along the sides of the bra and around the hemline of the thong. The mateiral was sheer and see-through, allowing nothing to keep from being hidden and concealed. What tied the whole set together was the tiny red bows found in the center of the bra and on the top edge of the thong. A little something for him to tear into…

You had washed your hair and styled it and then because you were already in the shower, proceed to shave your legs and wash your body with with the hopes of smelling like a bath and body works at the end. You decided to apply more makeup than usual for ‘lounging around the house’, this time being secretly a little more for yourself than his.

You had just about given up on waiting, blowing out a puff of air between your lips and setting your lipstick-stained wineglass down on the table after hearing shuffling come from the other side of the door. You looked up at the door, quickly retying your robe around you before the door opened.

Danny entered the house, kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket before his eyes swept over the room and landed on you. “Hey bab- oh…wow,” Danny said, before I stood up from the chair and started walking over to him, revealing the sleek black robe.

You watched Danny’s eyes grow dark with a hungry flare sparking in his eyes. His eyes moved over your body as you approached him, running up and down your body, hidden by the robe. Danny pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and let out a hum as you stopped in front of him. He raised one of his hands, running his finger along the inside of the robe by your chest. “And what’s all this?” he asked, in a low voice that made your body shiver.

“Your birthday present,” you replied back, keeping your eyes on his face as his danced all over you. You watched him watch his over finger that was tracing the fabric of your robe, letting his stare linger on the top of your chest. You felt him dip his finger under the fabric and start to pull it open, but you quickly swatted at his hand, making him pull back.

“What was that for?” Danny asked, cocking a brow up.

“Not yet,” you whispered, placing a gentle kiss against his earlobe. Danny hissed and clutched your waist, pulling you closer to him. You reached out and placed a steady hand on his chest. “Wait,” you said, before you walked away and grabbed your wine glass and went into the kitchen.

You walked over to the cupboard and pulled another wine glass down for Danny, setting it beside yours. You grabbed the bottle of red you had been nursing on all night and began to pour him and yourself a glass. “And how was your night?” you asked, turning your head to look over at Danny who was making his way into the kitchen.

Danny stopped and leaned against the counter, his eyes still visibly running over your body. “It was good, they got me properly fucked up,” Danny said with a smirk, You let out a small laugh, handing him his glass. He thanked you and brought it to his lips and took a small sip.

“Are you still fucked up now?” you asked, taking your glass in your hand, and leaning against the counter beside him. Danny shook his head.

“Not anymore, now I’m just a little buzzed,” Danny said, sending a wink your way as he took another sip from his glass. You let out a small hum, smiling at him from over the rim of your glass.

Danny sighed, setting his glass down on the counter and crossed his arms in front of him. “C’mon baby, please don’t make me wait,” Danny pleaded, reaching out to grab the end of the robe tie that hung down beside you. He started to fidget with the end of it, running over the soft fabric between his fingers.

You smirked and turned to him, taking a step forward. “Awe but it’s so fun to keep you waiting.”

Danny raised his eyebrows and nodded playfully, “True…but it is my birthday, and I very much would like to see what you’re wearing under that,” Danny said, bringing his head close to you and then proceeded to run the tip of his nose along the side of your neck.

Instantly, you threw your head back, allowing him more access as a small groan escaped you. Danny brushed his lips against the sensitive skin, making you reach a hand out and grab his bicep, pulling him closer to you. “Thought you wanted to keep me waiting?” he mumbled against your neck, before nipping your earlobe.

“Changed my mind,” you mumbled, sliding your hand up his arm to grip onto the top of his shoulder. You pulled him closer against you as he continued to press kisses along your neck. Danny then moved up to the side of your jaw before lightly brushing his lips against your own.

You both melted into the kiss, pushing your bodies and lips closer together. One of his hands gripped your hips while the other weaved into your hair, holding the back of your neck while he deepened the kiss. You felt his tongue slide out, licking over the bottom of your lip before it entered your mouth and collided with your own tongue. You were still able to taste the lingering alcohol on him from his night out. That and combined with the smell of his cologne was enough to make your head spin.

A small moan escaped you as you pressed yourself further against him, but Danny pulled back with a smirk on his face. Your hands clutched the fabric of his shirt, trying to draw him back to you but he didn’t budge. “Baby please,” you begged, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes.

“No look at the one who’s eager,” Danny quipped in a low voice, running his hand down the outside of your thigh so it caught the edge of your robe. He ran it back up, letting his hand slide under the fabric so now his hand was making contant with your bare skin.

As his hand came higher to your hip, he stopped it as soon as he felt the lacy fabric of your thong. Danny smirked and let out a soft hum while looking down at you. “I’ll let you get what you want if you let me see what’s under this.”

You stared back at him biting your bottom lip. After a few seconds of debating, you knew you wouldn’t be able to say no so you nodded your head. Danny smirked and moved his hand out from under the robe, bringing it to the middle as he grabbed the small piece of fabric keeping the robe shut. He softly began tugging on it and you watched his eyes grow wide as it fell open. He bit his bottom lip while starting at your body, his eyes not seeming to be able to focus on just one area as they darted around.

Danny placed his hand on the top of your hip, slowly bringing his eyes back up to you. “God baby, you look so fucking good. You did this all for me?” Danny asked, letting his eyes roam again before they landed on your chest. You looked up at him and nodded. You watched the muscles in his jaw bulge as he clenched his jaw and let out a slow breath.

He slowly took a step back, bringing his hand to his bottom lip as he took in the full sight of you. “Fuck,” he mumbled before walking back towards you. Danny gripped your hip and spun you around so now your stomach was pressed against the edge of the counter. “Feel what you’re doing to me baby?” he whispered against your neck, while pressing himself against your ass. Beneath the thing fabric of your robe, you were able to feel his hardness straining beneath his jeans as he pressed himself to you.

“Danny,” you groaned, while gripping the edge of the counter and pushing yourself back against him. The grip he had on your hip tightened and you heard a low rumble from him. He pushed your hair back, so the side of your neck was exposed and slowly started to place kisses along it. You sunk into the feeling, closing your eyes and leaning your head back while he found that sweet spot where you neck met your shoulder.

Danny started to place soft kisses, holding you in place with his hand while his other started to rub over the front of your thigh. You bit your lip trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape you as you felt his hand start to slide higher up your thigh. While your mouth may have been good at keeping quiet, your body had a mind of its own. Your hips started to squirm under his touch as his hand continued to glide higher up your thigh. You felt his other hand hold your hip in place while he pressed up against you, pinning you to the counter. “Sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” he quipped, before he softly nipped your neck.

He continued to tease you, sliding his hand up and down your thigh but never quite getting to the spot that was now dripping for him. Danny could sense you growing frustrated especially after you let a small whimper escape you. You heard him chuckle and press his nose to the side of your neck before he spoke, “something you want love?”

You swallowed and quickly nodded your head against him, while trying your best not to squirm beneath him.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Touch me,” you breathed out, “please touch me.”

That was all you needed to say before you felt one of Danny’s fingers swipe through the middle of your panties. Your body immediately jolted, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the counter, and a whiny moan escaped you. “Is that what you wanted, baby?” he asked.

Again, you quickly nodded while biting your bottom lip. You heard Danny hum behind you and felt his finger press against your clit. He didn’t move it, he just held it there against you. You let out a high moan and found yourself trying to move your hips against the tip of his finger, eager to get some relief to the spot that was now aching.

“That’s cute. Does my little girl wanna fuck my fingers?” Danny called from behind you. You no longer compared how desperate you looked, all you wanted was for him to touch you.

“Danny please,” you whimpered, turning your head a bit to look at him so he was able to see the desperation written on your face.

“Awe poor baby…guess I’ll have to-”

You gasped, feeling his finger press further against your clit and start to draw small circles against it. “Oh god,” you moaned, throwing your head back against his shoulder. Danny pressed a kiss to the side of your temple before resting his chin on your head.

“Yeah? Right there baby?” he asked, pressing his finger harder against your clit, continuing to draw circles against it. You moan and move your head from beneath Danny’s chin, letting it fall forward while your jaw hangs loosely.

Danny pulls his finger away and you are about to let out a groan of frustration but then you feel his fingers working into the side of your thong, quickly pulling the aside. This time when he runs a finger through your wetness, you aren’t the only one left moaning. “God, you’re always so fucking wet for me.”

He started back on drawing circles around your clit but this time worked his fingers a bit faster, making you feel a tingle start to build in the bottom of your stomach. Your hips had started to rock against his hand and luckily this time, he allowed it.

Your body was pushed up against the counter with your head hanging down, but you slowly raised it. In front of you, you could see the window and in it, the reflection of you and Danny. You let yourself stare at the reflection, watching his hand deep down between your legs and rub against you. You could feel your knees start to buckle at the sight.

Danny’s fingers worked between your legs with ease, stroking and sliding around that certain spot that filled you with utmost pleasure. His lips continued to work on the side of your neck, making further pleasure sweep throughout your entire body. He turned his head ever so slightly and in the reflection of the window, you were able to see his eyes now on yours. You heard a breathy chuckle right by your ear and felt his breath against your skin making you let out a low pitched whine as you rocked your hips on him.

“Like watching baby? Like watching me play with your pussy?” Danny cooed into your ear, his cheek now resting against the side of your head. You nodded against him and watched his eyes on you in the window as they studied your face. Some loose strands of hair started to fall in front of it but Danny gentle swiped them away with his free hand. “So pretty for me baby.”

The way Danny’s eyes were set on you in the reflection was something that would forever scar your memory. His soft spoken and sweet demeanor was dropped completely and instead someone who was mischievous and daunting now took his place. You liked being able to see not only him, but yourself in the reflection. Your eyes wandered across your own body, taking in its shapes and the slight curve of your hip, still concealed by the soft fabric that hung around you. Your eyes danced back and forth from his face to your own, watching your own reactions when Danny pressed against that special spot and made you melt into the palm of his hand.

You were a moaning and panting mess as you watched Danny in the reflection. His dark eyes stayed on yours and in the reflection, you could see the dangerous gleam in them that let you know how badly he wanted you. You could feel that coil deep inside you starting to grow tighter and tighter with each stroke of his finger and when you felt it about to snap, he took his hand away. A strangled whine left your lips, and your thighs shook from the buildup that ultimately led to nowhere.

“Poor girl,” Danny said with a tsk. “Always so needy…you should know by now that the longer you whine, beg and squirm, the longer it’s gonna be love.”

You knew he was right but still couldn’t muffle the whine that pushed past your lips. You had a death grip on the edge of the counter, half of it being out of frustration, the other half was to make sure you kept yourself upright.

“Tell me what you want love” Danny whispered into your ear. You bit your lip, not wanting to voice the only thought that was invading your mind. Instead, you rocked your hips again and in doing so, was given a hard smack to the inside of your high. You jumped a bit at the surprise and watched his face in the mirror, seeing him cock one of his eyebrows up, scolding you.

“Uh-uh, use your fucking words,” Danny growled into your ear. You took a deep breath and met his eyes in the mirror.

“Want your fingers on me,” you replied breathlessly.

“What was that?” Danny asked, letting the tip of his finger slide under the edge of your underwear as he teased you.

“I said, I want your finger-” you repeated, but were cut off by feeling him slide his middle finger deep inside of you. The sound that came out of you was crossed between a gasp and a moan. He slowly began to pump his finger in and out of you, letting you get used to the feeling of having him there. On instinct, your back arched further into him, reminding you of his own excitement that was pressed behind you and getting harder by the minute. Danny chuckled behind you, “heard you the first time, just wanted to hear you beg for it again.”

Danny’s hand came off the side of your head and snaked around your middle, pulling you close to him while he continued to pump his finger in you. You could tell he was taking his time, calculating each movement, and drawing them out to make sure they hit that special spot buried deep inside of you.

Hidden moans came out from deep within your chest, feeling the tip of his finger catch g-spot with each stroke. Danny pulled his finger out just enough and this time, let his other finger join, plunging deep inside of you. You gasped feeling the sudden stretch but quickly welcomed it.

The wet sounds that were coming from between your legs should’ve made you feel ashamed and embarrassed, but you were too drunk off the high he was giving you to care. From behind you, you could not only hear, but feel the deep rumble coming from his chest with each moan he let out.

His other hand that was wrapped around your waist, then came down between your legs and you felt the tip of his finger start to rub against your clit. A high-pitched squeak came from you and you let your hand come between your legs, to clutch his wrist. “D-Danny,” you moaned.

“I know baby, just let it happen…gonna make you feel so good.”

You could quickly feel your orgasm building up with the combined stimulation from his fingers working quickly over you. Your limbs started to feel weightless and all the thoughts you once had in your head seemed to crumble and drift into stardust that went and spread itself somewhere far beyond. Your legs started to shake and your free hand that was clutching the counter, was now scratching the surface of it as you held on. You let out a deep groan, closing your eyes as you felt yourself start to walk over that line that would lead you down a road of bliss.

“Look at me, let me see those eyes baby,” Danny softly cooed into your ear. You did as he said, forcing yourself to keep your eyes set on him in the reflection. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see yourself with your mouth parted and a deep crease carved between your brows.

You willed yourself to keep your eyes set on him as you felt your body start to shake around him. He watched you in the window, muttering sweet words of praise as you felt yourself start to unfold. You cried out and scratched the top of his hand with your fingernails as you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you. You slumped forward against the counter, panting and moaning as you let your body surrender to him fully. Danny’s movements slowed and he let your shuddering body do the work instead, slowly grinding on his fingers.

You stayed slumped against the counter, catching your breath, and felt Danny’s lips brush against the top of your shoulder as he gave it a light kiss. “You okay baby?” he whispered against your skin. You nodded and met his eyes again in the reflection and saw a soft smile stretch across his face. “Good, cause were just getting started.”

Danny grabbed your shoulder and pulled you up off of the counter, so your back was pressed his chest once again. His fingers were still inside of you and you groaned when you felt him slowly draw them out. His grip was still on your shoulder, and you felt him tighten it as he spun you around to face him.

Your eyes were now set on his, this time without the barrier in between you too. Danny’s eyes danced across your face, and you watched him smirk, that dark spark flaring in his eyes once again. You then were left speechless as you watched him bring his hand to his face, the tips of his fingers coated and gleaming with your wetness. He glanced down at his fingers for s plit second then back at your face as he brought the wet digits to his mouth and brought them into his mouth.

Danny held your eyes as he sucked you off of his fingers, eliciting a deep groan from him as he tasted you. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth, the bottom of his lip wet with you. “God…you taste so fucking good baby,” he growled, “wanna taste?”

You looked at him, your eyes half lidded and low from still feeling the linger effects of your orgasm on your body. You slowly nodded your head, and you watched the corner of his mouth turn up into a smile before he brought his hand to cup the side of your cheek as he leaned in.

When your lips met, you could taste the combination of the lingering wine, mixed with the taste of your own arousal. You instantly groaned at the taste, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him further into you. Danny’s hand began to wander across your body, sliding against the soft fabric of your robe. His hands pawed at the back of your thighs and then came up to squeeze your ass, making you let out a soft whimper against him.

Danny pulled away and looked at you, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You gonna give me my birthday present?” You quickly nodded, watching a soft smile appear on his face as he took your hand and started to lead you towards the bedroom.

He shut the door behind you, leaving you standing in the middle of the room with you back faced towards him. The sound of the lock clicking sent a shudder through your body, feeling the excitement and anticipation start to take course.

You could feel Danny approach you, his chest just grazing over your back. He moved your hair out of your face, placing it behind his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you. The two of you both sunk into the embrace, feeling your bodies melt against one another. Danny pressed a kiss to the side of your temple, and you let out a hum of approval, closing your eyes and tilting your head into him.

Danny let out a soft chuckle before loosening his grip around you. He gently grabbed the side of your arm, turning you around to face him. He smiled down at you and brought his hand up so his thumb could swipe against the top of your cheek. His eyes then went down your body, taking in the sight of you in the lingerie. “Take this off,” Danny said softly, moving his hand down to your shoulder as he brushed against the silky fabric.

You nodded and gripped the side of the robe by your shoulders, slowly letting it fall to the floor. Danny bit his lip seeing you now standing before him with nothing shielding your body. He let out a soft hum, taking a step back to let himself see you fully. “Fuck baby,” he mumbled, rubbing his hand around the sides of his mouth.

Danny then took a step forward, letting his hand grab your hip while he started down at your chest. You could see a thought strike him by seeing the sudden twitch of a muscle in his face and the way he darted his eyes to the corner of the room before looking back at you. “So…you like watching, hm? You felt yourself blush a bit but his warm smile was enough to put you at ease. You giggled and bit your bottom lip before you slowly nodded.

Danny’s eyes then glanced to the side of the room again. “Well…then let’s watch,” he said, before grabbing your hand and leading you over to the full-length mirror propped against the wall.

He led you over to it, stopping you a few feet in front of it, taking place behind you. The top of his hovered just above your shoulder and you could see his eyes wander across your body before settling on your eyes. His hands slowly slid up the length of your arms, making goosebumps form across your skin before they stopped to rest at the top of your shoulders. “Does that feel good love?” You swallowed thickly as you nodded, your eyes still holding his. “Good…”

You watched Danny in the reflection, one of his thumbs softly rubbing small circles into your shoulder while the other started to slide down your arm. You then watched it move to clutch your side, his fingers digging into the skin. His hand then slid up your side, lingering a bit as they danced up to your rib cage. You squirmed a bit under his touch feeling the tips of his fingers tickle against your skin, making Danny let out a small chuckle. “Relax baby.”

His hand then slid upwards, the tip of his fingers now grazing the underwire of your lace bra. His hand stopped there, and you flicked your eyes up to watch his face in the mirror. His dark eyes were fixated on watching his hand but then it was like he could feel you watching his face as his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

You watched a daunting smirk spread across his face as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck that made the hair on your body stand up on end. Danny moved his thumb up and let it gently graze over the top of your nipple still concealed by the sheer lace fabric. In an instant, you felt your nipple harder against his featherlike touch. “You know this thing is fucking killing me. I can see every little thing but can’t fucking touch it…fucking tease,” Danny tsked while pinching your nipple between his fingers making you cry out.

Danny smirked at you in the mirror, continuing to roll your nipple between his fingers while you watched the other one come off your shoulder and start to slide down your body. He let it rest on your lower stomach, his fingers brushing against the top of the thong. “Love how I can see your pretty little pussy through these too. I can see how wet she is for me,” he cooed into your ear.

You bit your lip and groaned, pushing your body against him. In the reflection of the mirror, you watched Danny bite his lip and close his eyes for a second, trying to maintain his composure. He stared back at you, the dangerous flare in his eyes consuming his iris and making his eyes appear black. He then moved his hand away from your nipple to slide right up to your neck. You watched the muscles in his jaw flex as he tightened his grip around your throat. “Get on the fucking bed,” he growled.

Danny released his hand off of your neck and you quickly crawled onto the bed, turning around on it while you leaned back against your hands with your legs spread ever so slightly for him.. He turned to you, raising a hand up to grab the back of his shirt and tug it off with a single fluid movement. He tossed the shirt to the floor and stood still looking at you, his eyes raking over your body and settling between your legs, making him let out a groan.

Danny pushed his tongue to the side of the cheek and then held a singular finger out to you, telling you to wait. He turned back around, walked over to the mirror, and picked it up, dragging it over to reposition it at the end of your bed.

Danny set the mirror down and turned back towards you while he started to undo his belt. “Wanna watch…then lets fucking watch,” Danny said with a cold stare before he climbed on the bed and positioned himself on top of you. He started to kiss you, grinding his hardness against your leg.

You quickly reached down to his belt buckle that was open and now hanging on his hips. You didn’t feel like wasting anymore time as you began to pull down the zipper of his pants. Danny groaned into your mouth and gently thrusted his hips into your hand, urging you on further. You made quick work of undoing his zipper and then pulling down the tops of his pants.

Danny’s hand wrapped around your throat, and he let out a growl, bringing his other hand to hastily pull off the rest of his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. He began to kiss you again, this time his kisses being hot, and lust ridden. He groaned into your mouth while letting his tongue slip into your mouth. Your hands clawed and grabbed at his skin wanting to pull him closer to you. He seemed to get the hint because your breath was soon taken from you as you felt his hips rock against you, the tip of his cock brushing against the fabric of your thong. Enclosing your clit. Your hand gripped his bicep while you cried out at the feeling.

“Want my cock baby?” Danny asked, gripping the sides of your neck harder. You looked up at him, his dark curls falling and cascading down in front of him. You bit your lip, your brows furrowed as you quickly nodded your head.

Danny then rocked his hips against you again while he clenched his jaw. His eyes were dark and cold as he looked down at you. “Words baby and I’ll give you everything you want.”

“W-want your cock,” you managed to stutter out, dragging on hand down between the two of you to grip his hardness in your hand. Danny let out a deep groan from within his chest and snaked his hand that was gripped around the front of your throat, to the back of your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair at the nape of your neck. He climbed off of you and lifted you by your hair and then threw you face down on the other end of the bed.

You now laid on your stomach, your head hanging off the bed and your hands clutching the edge of it. You slowly raised your eyes and when you did you saw a sinful sight in the reflection of the mirror…

Danny was on his knees behind you, his hands coming to grip to the side of your hips as he yanked you back, pressing his hardness against you. His eyes were fixated on your ass as he gently pressed himself to you a couple times, kneeing his hand into your flesh. Danny then grabbed your hips and pulled you back hard against him, delivering a hard smack to the skin there.

You yelped, feeling a sting from where his hand made contact and found your own, gripping the bed sheets. Danny let out a hum of approval before his eyes slowly traveled up the length of your spine and met yours in the mirror. You could see the cocky smirk tugging at the side of his face while he stared back at you. “Wanna watch me fuck you?”

You bit your lip with your eyes heavy and half lidded. You pushed your head back a little, staring at his reflection over the tip of your nose. “Please fuck me.”

Danny dug his hand further into the flesh of your hip with your response and let out a breathy chuckle. You watched him slowly tug down his boxers to reveal his cock, thick and heavy for you while the tip of it glistened with his own arrousal. He gripped it in his free hand, slowly pumping over himself. The reflection in the mirror made you clench down around nothing.

His mouth was slightly parted and the muscles in his shoulder and bicep flexed with each languid stroke. His dark curls hung down around his face, concealing part of him. His own brows were furrowed in pleasure while he pulled in shaky breaths. The muscles in his abdomen twitched as his own pleasure began to course throughout him. He bit his bottom lip and slowly lifted his eyes towards you, and you watched as his hip seemed to absentmindedly buck into his hands.

You arched your back for him which made him clench his jaw and his eyes grow heavily with lust. His eyes dipped down to take in the view of you arching your back for him and he slowly pulled your thong to the side. His hand came to rub small circle over the top of your hip, and you slowly felt his tip start to swipe through your wetness. You let out a soft moan as he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit and then pulled back to tease at your hole.

He did this a couple times, and it was enough to already have you be a winning mess. “Please Danny, please.”

“Well since you asked so nicely-” Danny started to say before he was cut off by his own moan as he plunged into you. You found yourself gasping and gripping the sheets as you felt yourself stretch around him. It didn’t matter how many times the two of you fucked, it was always a suprise when you first felt him slide in.

Danny’s head fell forward, and he closed his eyes, keeping himself still while pressing himself deep inside. You could feel him grip both of your hips as he slowly pulled himself out from you and then delivered another hard thrust. You let out a groan, feeling the wind being knocked from your chest at the power behind his thrust.

Danny opened his eyes and met your back in the mirror with a devilish smirk on his face. He slowly began to build a rhythm, plunging deep inside of you and letting the tip of his cock brush against your sweet spot. You gripped the sheets, needing something to hold on to as your body jolted forward with each thrust, he gave to you.

Grunts and groans left his mouth, and you watched the muscles in his stomach and arms flex with each movement. He then slowed his movements, shuffling himself back on the bed a bit and then gripped your hips pulling you back hard against him. You let out a deep groan, feeling the tip of him graze your cervix. “Ah fuck, Danny!”

Danny let out a chuckle and worked back up to his steady pace. “What baby? Do you feel me deep inside your tummy?” At this point, you couldn’t even form words with how hard he was thrusting into you. All you could do was meet his eyes in the mirror and nod your head.

He continued to thrust into you and the two of you were now both covered in a layer of sweat. His curls were sticking to the side of his face and his chest and stomach gleamed in the low light of the room. Your cheeks were now a bit red, and strands of your hair now stuck to your neck and sides of your face.

Danny then reached around to the front of you and grabbed your chin, forcing you to crane your neck up just a bit. His thumb swiped against your bottom lip, smearing your red lipstick around the sides of your mouth. You slowly opened it for him and sucked it into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl against the pad of it. Danny let out a hiss from behind you and you watched in the mirror as his eyes rolled back into his head at the sensation.

He must’ve been trying to maintain his composure because he quickly took his thumb out of your mouth and instead snaked his hand around to the back of your head, gathering your hair. He gripped your hair tightly and then pressed the side of your face down against the comforter as he began to plow into you, not holding himself back on bit.

Strangled moans left your mouth as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your g-spot and then proceed to hit your cervix. The combined sensation was enough to leave you panting and shaking as you felt your second orgasm draw near.

“There you go, fucking take it,” Danny growled, thrusting himself further into you, the sound of his thighs hitting your ass and your own wetness filling the room.

You moaned into the comforter and went to snake your hand between your legs to help get yourself there but were quickly stopped by Danny. He gripped your wrist in his hand and pressed it against the small of your back as he continued to drive into you.

You turned your head ever so slightly, wanting to be able to see everything in the mirror. You practically came just from the sight. Your back was arched, leaving just the view of your ass above the top of your head. You could see pound into you but as you continued to watch, you saw him lean over and grab something off the bed. When he straightened himself back up, you saw his belt buckle in his hand.

His eyes met yours in the mirror and he slowed his thrusts down just for a second as he grabbed both of your arms and pinned them behind your back. He then looped the belt around them, securing them by tightly pulling the end of the buckle. He began to thrust into you again with that brutal pace, holding the end of the belt buckle as he did.

“You like that baby? Like the way my cock stretches you out?” Danny cooed.

“Yes! I- fuck, oh my god…. fucking love it,” you moaned.

His eyes were cast downward, watching his cock slide in and out of you. The sight of seeing you arched for him, and your hands restrained behind you was just enough to have his own self teetering over the edge.

He continued to plow into you, and you could sense he was getting closer from the way he would pull himself almost all the way out, catching his breath before sliding back into you. You too found your orgasm growing near and your body started to shake around him. Danny hissed when you clenched down on him and that only made him tighten the belt buckle around your wrist. “You close baby? I can feel that pussy clenching down on me.”

You nodded against the covers and felt his hand come off your hip to snake down between your legs. He began to draw circles over your clit while continuing his brutal pace and it was all you needed to be sent over that edge. Danny let out a deep groan as he felt you shake around him.

Danny slowed his pace but began to deliver you deep, hard thrusts as he felt his own pleasure start to overtake him. “Fuck,” he grunted as he thrust deep into you, “gonna fucking,” another thrust, “breed you.”

“Do it, fucking cum in me,” you groaned back, watching his face contort in the mirror. Your words were all he needed before you felt him give another deep thrust and then spill deep inside you. He slumped forward, his damp chest resting against your back as he let go of the hold of his belt wrapped around your wrist.

“Fuck,” he groaned into your hair as he struggled to take in deep breaths as he came down. You laid underneath him, drained and lifeless now. Danny stayed on top of you not moving but you soon felt his hand come and brush away the damp hair that stuck to your neck as he pressed a gentle kiss to it.

“You alright baby?” he mumbled into your neck. You sighed and closed your eyes, nodding against the comforter.

“Good,” he sighed back. He slowly lifted himself off you, slide out of you. You both let out a soft groan at the feeling. He then sat up behind you and started to undo the buckle of the belt, freeing your hands from behind you. “Belt wasn’t too much was it? Wasn’t too tight?”

You quickly shook your head, feeling the instant relief as he took off the belt and tossed it across the room. “Not at all, I loved it.”

Danny let out a small chuckle and you flipped yourself over, now laying on your back to start up at him. He smiled down at you and pressed his hands flat against either side of your head before he lowered himself down and placed a kiss to the top of your nose. You closed your eyes and scrunched your nose at the feeling making the two of you giggle.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him only a few inches from your face, his long curly ends coming to tickle the sides of your face as it hung down. You pressed a hand flat against his chest and began to draw lazy circles against his skin. “So…you enjoyed your birthday present then?”

Danny smiled and pressed another kiss to you, this time to your cheek. “Very much. I fucking love this little set you got…fuckin sexy.”

You smiled at his answer and then placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Danny chuckled and looked down at your face and then above your head to the mirror. You flicked your eyes up, leaning back your head to see both of your upside down reflections in the mirror. Danny laughed and then looked back down at you. “I have to say…the mirror was a brilliant idea.”

You frowned and looked at him. “That was your idea-”

“Maybe but! You started it. Watching yourself in the window…filthy girl.” Danny tsked.

You playfully rolled your eyes, a smile plastered on your face. “Shut up!” you said, swatting a hand at him. Danny giggled back at you, and you sat up. “Want some cake?”

Danny smirked and let his eyes trail down your body. “Ooo, yes please-”

You swatted him again and rolled your eyes. “I’m serious dumbass! I got you a tiny one for tonight. Was gonna light candles and sing to you and shit.”

“Fine, fine, but can I get some more of this after?” Danny asked, reaching down, and giving your backside a quick squeeze. You let out a small yelp and giggled.

“Deal.”

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litnerdwrites · 4 months ago

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I was out all day yesterday, so I couldn't upload it then, so here it is now. Day seven, extended version. I do have plans to make this a series, and once I have all three series planned out, I'll be sure to ask who's you want to see first. Be sure to look out for more Euphemia content until then too. On a side note, did anyone see Kerri's stories, where she was scrolling through the first few pages of Throne of Secrets. We got a glimpse at the first couple of pages and honestly, ever teaser just makes me more impatient to read it.

This is probably my favourite piece, and the longest that I've written. Even though it's extended, there's so much more that I wanted to add, that I'll probably put into the series. I really loved writing Lust, and trying to balance gentle, romantic side with his lustful, jovial one. Although, I don't think there was much room for the latter here but I'll be sure to give it ago in the series. What are some of your favourite Lust moments from the trilogy? Let me know! @princeofsinweek

Day 7: Lust/Lover

Speak Now - Lust x OC

WC:4,077

TW: Almost forced marriage, abuse (father striking his daughter, plus forced fiancé hurting bride), mentioned death of a parent, mentioned canon typical violence.

Amara was stone faced as her ladies maids tittered around her, tugging, tucking and tidying up her hair in preparation. They had tried to make smalltalk at first, but when she didn’t respond, they quickly gave up.

She wanted to grimace at her reflection. She wanted to tear the pins and veil from her hair. She wanted to smear the makeup from her face, even if she had to break a few nails and tear her skin to do it. She wanted to rip the silk and lace from her body, and throw it to the pigs.

She wanted to run.

But she couldn’t.

All because she had nowhere to go. Noone to turn to.

The gown itself was classic. An a-line gown made of silk, with a sweetheart neckline, and thick lace sleeves. The ivy patterned lace reached right to where her neck met her head, and somehow managed to irritate her skin. Yet, despite her growing discomfort, she remained like a statue, even as the maids began wondering if she even lived or not.

“You will wed the Prince, and you will finally make yourself useful to me,”

Even as it echoed in her own mind, her father’s voice remained harsh, arguably colder than even the northernmost flaming tombs. It became his usual attitude after her mother had been killed by who Amara now knew was the Goddess of Death in an act of vengeance. The father she knew and loved lasted until the funeral, but once people began moving on with their lives, things began to change. Gone was the gentle, doting father she knew, and in his place was a shell of a man who only sought power and fame.

Even at the expense of his own daughter.

Part of her, thinking back to that night, when she felt as though things had turned around for her.

Growing sick of the scent of alcohol and sex in her home, she’d wandered to one of the many cliff sides in Palermo.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d sat there, eyes locked on the crashing waves below, but not really looking at them.

It would be so easy to just… Push herself forward, and let herself fall. So, so easy.

But, before she could properly contemplate the idea, he was pulled from her thoughts by the distant sound of music. As if in a trance, she made her way down the side of the cliff wondering if it was the cold, or anticipation that had her limbs trembling. What she hadn’t expected was to find a bonfire, and a single male dancing on the beach.

The sculptures that nobles commissioned from renowned artisans to line their overly elaborate halls must’ve been inspired by the man. His skin was gold, and hair dark. His charcoal eyes seemed to glow under the light of a flaming circlet that wrapped around his head. Yet, somehow, she got the impression that if she met his gaze, she’d feel like she was trapped in a darkened abys

se of desire.

“If you like what you see, then why not join?” The male’s voice jolted her from her thoughts.

He had been across the beach a moment ago, but now he stood right in front of her. Too close. His face was too close, as he bent at the waist to examine her. It was only then, when she felt that flaming circlet flicker against her forehead that she realized how… Wrong- no. Not wrong. How… Strange it was.

“Doesn’t your head get hot during the summer?” she had blurted out, before slapping a hand over her mouth.

The man’s eyes widened, and he had jerked back, clearly surprised by the question. He observed her, eyes narrowing somewhat, before leaning back, letting his lips spread into a grin.

“There are no summers where I’m from,” he shrugged. She blinked up at him, hands still pressed to her mouth, but eyes wide and curious. He seemed so jovial when she first saw him, then he looked like he could see all of her secrets laid bare, before going back to seeming like he was having fun. “Should you not be more concerned by this?” he cocked his head to the side.

Amara dropped her hands from her mouth, and blinked up at him again. After a few moments under his expectant gaze, she raised a brow, and rocked on the soles of her feet, answering with a shrug. “No. My mother was a witch,”

Lust’s brows shot up.

“You seem remarkably comfortable sharing that, when all it would take is the wrong person overhearing for you to be condemned,”

“You aren’t exactly human either, in case you hadn’t noticed,” she pointed out, “I know enough about malvagi to know that if you wanted me dead, I’d be dead. Clearly, you don’t. Not as of yet, anyway,”

Lust’s brows shot up again, as he circled her.

Amara held her chin high, eyes tracking the male.

Silence stretched on for what felt like hours, though was likely only minutes.

“Do you know who I am, Stella Stregah?” he finally asked.

“A Malvagi,” she stated, matter of factly, before looking behind him, “Why are you having a bonfire all alone?”

“Would you care to join me?” was the only response he gave.

“Will you attempt to use your powers on me?” she asked.

“Dance with me, and perhaps you’ll find out,” the demon bowed at the waist, offering his hand to her.

Amara eyed him skeptically, but shrugged and accepted.

Music filled her ear again, though there was no discernible source, as the demon guided her through the steps. Amara let him. She followed his lead, though never once made eye contact with the demon.

“Which one are you?”

“I am the Prince of Lust,”

She narrowed her eyes on him. Taking a moment to examine herself, and thinking over their interactions thus far. It didn’t seem like he used his powers on her.

“Why haven’t you tried to influence me with your sin, yet?”

“Believe me, I’ve been trying,” Lust huffs.

“What?”

“Our powers can only inflate emotions that are already present. When I reached out to inflate yours, I sensed no emotion to inflate. Either you truly feel nothing, or they’re so deeply buried that even I can’t find them,”

“I…See,”

“Is that why you considered jumping from the cliff, Stella Stregah?”

Lust raised a brow, examining the way her face scrunched.

“That’s not your concern, Malvagi.” Amara snapped, moving to pull away.

He chuckled, yanking her into a spin, before she could, then caught her, and pushed her into a dip, hand cupping the thigh of her raised leg. His face was mear inches from hers.

“No need to be so wrathful, little witch. Let go of your troubles for a night. Release those pent up feelings and give in to your desires,”

“I’m not sleeping with you,” she told him, point blank.

“I never said you should. Not unless those are your desires,” Lust shrugged, not rising from the dip, letting his hand trail down her leg, “Dance. Drink,” she glanced behind him to see a table of drinks and food she hadn’t noticed before, and on the other side, comfortable looking chairs were laid out around the bonfire, “Rest. Talk. Sing. Give into whatever brings your pleasure,”

“You mean to feed your sin,”

“Perhaps. But can you deny that giving in to pleasure, forgetting what ails you, even for a single night, would be bad?”

It wouldn’t. She knew it wouldn’t.

“Surely you have plenty of people available to feed your sin,”

“Yet I crave you,”

Amara’s eyes narrowed.

“If I give into pleasure, you won’t use your sin on me?”

“Not unless you ask, little witch,”

“Then it’s a deal. Just for tonight.”

“Just for tonight.”

It hadn’t been just for a night.

She had returned two nights later, and made the same deal again, swearing it was the last time. Then again. And again. And again. And again.

Eventually, she gave into more and more of her desires, spending more than a couple of those nights with him making love on the beach, or in a cave. One time, he’d even appeared in her bedroom while her father was out drinking. Lust had wrinkled his nose when he appeared, be it at the sorry state of the place she lived in, or the clear evidence of her father’s vices, despite his own position, she couldn’t tell.

Eventually, she’d found herself coming to enjoy the jovial prince’s company. Perhaps it was unwise to do so, given what she knew of the malvagi, yet, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. Even as she began to desire more than just his body. Instead, she longed for tender nights where he held her by the fire after a particularly vigorous session of love making in a cave.

Foolishly, she longed for the scowl he gave at her proposal to roast marshmallows over his flaming crown, before reluctantly agreeing if only she never shared it with her brothers, only to watch her oh, so tenderly as she made s’mores for them. Above all, she longed for the high she felt in his presence, which she recently learned wasn’t due to his sin, but rather her own feelings, and delusions.

That was all it was. Delusions.

Princes of Hell are content to rule alone, with no desire to share their power with anyone.

Now, at least she had her memories to hold onto as she got married. Then, when Prince Zarus would transform her into one of his own at the reception, right before injecting her with his venom, she’d likely lose all senses, or memories of her Prince. Perhaps that would be the mercy. To forget all of it, and be lost in the oblivion for the rest of eternity.

A sharp knock snaps her from her thoughts. In the mirror, she watched the lady’s maids quickly shuffle out, but glanced away at her father’s entry. She refused to even look at him.

He, obviously, noticed this too, but for once, did not strike her. Instead, he examined her.

“You don’t look like a whore, for once,” he comments. Amara said nothing. “Don’t look so sullen when you walk down the aisle. You are to wed royalty, and if you wish for comfort in your new life, do not let the prince tire of you.”

“Don’t pretend this is for me,” she whispers, “All this is so you can gain wealth, power and immortality. You care nothing for how I feel about the matter.” Tears well in her eyes as she gazes at her reflection, feeling like an imposter.

Her father approached, ignoring her flinch as he placed his hands on her shoulders, leaning beside her head to watch her in the mirror.

She refused to meet his gaze.

“Nonsense. You’re the precious,” his hands squeezed uncomfortably tight, voice strained, “daughter that my wife left behind before she died. I am merely doing what is best, so that you might live a life of comfort,”

Amara wanted to retort. To hurl insults and decor at him, but knew the guards would happily inject her before the wedding started, upon their Prince’s orders, and drag her down the aisle in that state of euphoria if that’s what it took. She didn’t want that. She wanted to put it off as long as she could. Yet, she also wanted to be rid of her father.

Mercifully, another knock at the door dragged her father away with one, final, painful squeeze of her shoulders.

She barely noticed the newcomer enter after her father, the woman draped in silver, emanating a familiar sensuality. Amara’s eyes snapped to hers as she pressed a finger to her lips. A slip of paper drops in front of her, before she uses transvenio to make her escape.

Eyes wide, Amara reaches for the paper, slowly unfolding it.

My dearest Amara, You don’t have to say yes. Meet at the back door and I can take you away from here, somewhere you’d be happy. I’d give absolutely anything for that, so I ask that if you wish to escape this, then come find me. I’ll be there until the reception ends. Forever yours, Prince Lust.

The message burst into flames, leaving behind a slip of paper with a map drawn on it. It appeared to lead from her room to the place he was waiting. The only issue were the guards outside her room. With furrowed brows, she shoved the paper into her pocket, hoping she’d have a chance on the way to the altar.

Finally, when her father came to collect her, she walked to the end of the hall.

“Father. I- I forgot my necklace! Could you go back and get it?”

“Just leave it, before we’re late,” he assures, with thinly veiled irritation and faux kindness.

“But it was a gift from the Prince. He’d be terribly angry if I don’t,” she tried.

Her father raised a brow, but nodded to the guards, who turned back. She and her father had watched them head back up the hall, to her room, before she turned on her heel, reaching for the paper. She’d made it halfway up the hall before a firm grip pulled her back.

“Where do you think you’re-” he noticed the paper. His eyes slid over the map, narrowing on it. Before she knew what was happening, a sharp sting was felt across her face, strong enough to send her to the ground, “You whore! You think you can escape this? You think you can embarrass me?!”

She shrank under his ire, more tears welling in his eyes.

“I- I’m sorry-”

He yanked her up by the arm.

“No. But you will be. Just you wait until the reception is over,” he hissed, “Now compose yourself,”

She did her best as they stood in the hallway, certain that the guards heard everything. A put of dread opened up in her stomach and minutes ticked by far too slowly, yet far too quickly at the same time. Each second was like a step towards the gallows.

She barely processed the guard’s return or her father clasping the necklace around her. She didn’t bother to hide her stiffness, or heartbreak, even as her father snapped at her to smile. As far as she was concerned, this was as good as walking to the executioner’s block.

The doors to the throne room opened, revealing the altar, where the immortal throne, where Zarus, sat at the end of an aisle laid with red and black petals.

Amara didn’t care much what plant they were from, only that it felt like a mocking reminder that the path to her future was scattered with more and more burdens to laden her shoulders.

She didn’t notice when she got to the altar.

She didn’t acknowledge the priest, or her fiance.

She stood in stony silence, with the eyes of bloodsucking monsters pinned to her.

The lines she dreaded most were coming.

She hardly felt like she could breath, much less speak.

She wanted to run.

She had to run.

She needed to run.

Run.

Ru-

“Do you, Amara Willows, take Prince Zarus to be your Prince and your husband, and to serve him and his court, for the rest of eternity?”

Her throat dried up.

She couldn’t speak.

“Amara?” a distant voice called.

She couldn't discern who.

She could feel her father’s harsh glare on her, and the Prince’s hand tightening on hers.

“Amare Willows, do you take-”

She couldn’t take it. She ran. Amara practically jumped off the altar, gown bunched in her hands, as she raced for the doors. There was yelling, and she felt pain in her foot as she stumbled, shoe falling off in the process, but she refused to acknowledge the pain as she made for the doors. It only really sunk in as two guards caught her arms in a bruising grip.

“Let me-”

“Aren’t you supposed to ask those with objections to ‘speak now’ or some bullshit?”

Amara’s head snapped towards the door at the familiar voice. Charcoal eyes met her own, and the flames that circled his head flickered somewhat brighter. As per usual, he wore an embroidered suit jacket and pants, foregoing the shirt.

It was him.

He was here.

Her prince was here.

“There is none in this court who would dare object to their Prince’s union,” scowled Zarus.

“Luckily I’m not part of this court then,” Lust grins, ever the jovial one, “So allow me to say with all sincerity in my non-existent heart,” he mocked, only, there was something different. His eyes had an intensity about them that she’d never seen before, “that I object,”

“Lu-” she tried to reach out, only for Zarus to appear in front of her.

The guards back off when Zarus grabs her wrist.

“On what grounds? You have no right to interfere in our affairs,”

“I do when you take a member of my court,”

“My daughter has never been a member of your vile court!” Her father interrupted, his face going red, from embarrassment or rage, she couldn’t tell.

“You see, that’s where you're wrong,” Lust starts, as he begins his way up the aisle, “She and I had made a deal, that involved her allowing me to fuel my sin through her several times a week. Marrying you would prevent her from holding up her end of the bargain,”

Her eyes widened as she recalled the deal she made, time and time again.

“Each corner of The Underworld has its own set of laws. Human law, the law of the Shifting Isles, dictates that a woman may not enter such agreements without her father or husband’s consent, deferring only to their female line in the absence of a male relative,” her father snapped.

“Yes, however, each law can be overturned by The King,”

“Not without valid reason to-”

“And there is,” a new voice called.

The man who just entered is burly, with dark hair, tied back with leather, and upswept, dark eyes. A scar is carved through his right cheek, a silver gleam against his darker features, and fine black suite. Despite how bored the man seems, the way his hand remains in reach of what appears to be a dagger’s sheath makes it clear that he’s been assessing everything with a warrior’s eye. He came prepared for violence.

Lust told her about him before. Anir. The King’s second.

“Consent is the most important aspect of courtship and marriage. Yet your bride doesn’t appear to want to be here at all,” Lust muses.

“What nonsense-” her father snapped, but was cut off by a withering glare from Anir.

“The King has asked me to confirm this. If it is true, then he’s willing to recognise House Lust’s claim of the woman, and has ordered me to leave behind a declaration of war as a result,” Anir holds an envelope between two fingers.

“This is ridiculous-” her father attempted again, only to be cut off again.

“Of course my bride wishes to be here,” Zarus turns from Anir to Amara, grip tightening painfully on her wrist, “don’t you?”

Amara winces, unable to speak from the strength with which he was holding her. Anir examined her, waiting, but the pain in her wrist became too much. She was sure he was crushing the bone, even before she heard a snapping sound coming from there. She wanted to cry out, only for the pressure on her wrist to vanish in a moment.

That was the moment the petals scattered on the aisle started coming closer. It was as if she was falling.

It wasn’t until warm arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her to a warm chest, that she saw Lust kneeling beside her. Through her gaze, though blurred with unshed tears, she noticed a female demon, the one from before, gripping the Prince’s hand almost as tightly as he did her’s. Tighter perhaps.

A warm hand gently guided her face away from the sight, so that she might meet the gaze of her prince instead.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t make it,” she whispered, thinking to her failed attempt at escape,”

“It’s okay, little witch. I’m here now,” Lust whispers, cradling your body.

You turn to see the man, Anir, approaching too. His gaze is calculating as he observes you, likely trying to figure out what to report to his prince.

“What’s important now is that you’re honest,” he tells you sternly, though not unkindly, “If you don’t wish to marry Zarus, speak now, Miss Willows,”

Her heart races at his words, at the opportunity to escape. She wants to reach for it, to grasp it but-

“But where will I go?” she asks weakly.

Lust, who was cradling her wounded wrist in his hand, smiled gently at her. Like he had many times before.

“You’ll come with me,” he whispered.

“But why? You have so many demons to feed your sin, so why-”

“Because I want you,” he reminds her, “I’ll tell you as many times as you need. I want you. Not anybody else,” he leans down to your ear, “Come back with me, to House Lust. Join my court officially. Be mine. Let me make you my princess, and then be mine. Mine for eternity,”

“Lust-”

“Hush. Let me finish,” he waits for you to nod before speaking, “In return, I’ll give you all the comfort and pleasure you want. I won’t have dalliances with anyone else. I won’t look at anyone else. Nobody but you. I’ll give you whatever your heart desires, if you just say ‘yes’”

He’s practically begging, in front of the entire vampire court, and his brother’s second, no less.

You don’t bother to contain your tears as you lean up, wrapping your good arm around him.

“Miss Willows-” Anir begins.

“Amara, I forbid-”

“Yes,” she manages to get out through her sobs, not breaking your gaze from Lust’s, “I want to go to House Lust. I want to leave this place,”

Anir nods, beginning to address the room again, but you pay it no mind. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Lust’s shoulders, mindful of the injured wrist, and buried your face there. The demon from earlier tried to console her, only for Lust to wave her away. He could feel her emotions. The fear, and heartache for her situation, all overshadowed by relife, joy, and desire for her freedom, for Lust. He felt no need to inflate it, instead, he gently encouraged her to let it out however she needed.

It was only when Lust deposited her on a bed covered in deep plum silks, and overly stuffed pillows.

“Care for a bath?” he asked.

“As long as it stays one. I’m far too tired to do anything right now,” she murmured to him.

Lust chuckled, but agreed, as he helped her from, what he called, an inordinate amount of fabric, as she giggled and reminded him that it was only two layers.

“Two layers too many,” he huffed, before tearing the dress from her body and depositing her in the bat.

While she soaked, Lust gently wiped the makeup from her face, before pressing a kiss to her temple. He brought some ointment and bandages for her wrist, silently wrapping it, before carrying her back to bed.

“If you don’t wish to sleep bare, I could have some night clothes brought,” he gently offered, as he helped her dry off.

Amara shook her head.

“I’ve slept beside you, naked, in caves, and on sand. I think I’ll be fine to do so while wrapped in the most comfortable silks I’ve ever seen,” she assured.

Lust smiled, nodding, before reaching for something from the bedside.

“I only wish for your comfort, little witch, before I make good on one of my promises,”

Amara blushed at the reminder.

“You don’t-”

He ignored her as he took a ring in one hand, hew good wrist in the other.

“I want to. Let me make you my princess. My fiance. My only lover,”

She stared at him, noting sincerity in his dark eyes. Amara nodded.

“Then, from now until eternity, be mine, Lust,”

Lust slid the ring to her finger, then pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Mine,” he nipped at her.

She giggled, and nipped back.

“Mine,”

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whydontyousaeso · 11 months ago

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“Better in person”

You live as a cam girl, you always had made your money that way. But how does it end up when one of your top fans, and a pro wrestler, gets a date with you?

Warnings- SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!!! Semi public sex, cam girl au (if that’s even needed)

A/n- first work to be posted here! Honestly pretty excited for what you guys think. Feel free to reblog and like, and my request are still open! Love you guys and merry Christmas!

You sat down your keys and walked into your bathroom, checking the time on your phone.

3:30

That’s good, that meant that you had 2 hours to get ready. One of your top fans had won a date with you, and while you were excited, you were nervous too. You’ve never been out on a date with anyone, so this would be new to you.

You jumped in the shower, deep washing your hair and doing your entire body clean. You knew he had high expectations, any man who payed thousands of dollars to see you naked had high expectations.

His username was rh0d3y, he had told you in conversations and private video calls that he was well off money wise, so he would make sure you were taken care of on the date.

Not that you needed it, but it was always appreciated.

By the time you finished your shower and your hair, it was almost 5. You sent him a quick text, making sure he was still good for tonight.

“Hey rh0d3y, hope you still good for tonight?”

“Of course, I’ve been thinking about it all day. Which dress will you be wearing?”

“Whichever one you want, I have some different silk dresses if you want me to wear one of them.”

“If you have a blue one wear that one, if not wear red”

“I have blue, I’ll use that one then ;)”

“Great, also the reservation will be under ‘rhodes’”

You gave his last message a thumbs up and walked into your closet, pulling out the dark blue dress you had told him about. It came down to your mid thigh when you sat down, and was a sleeveless top along with it. It wasn’t one you could wear a bra with, due to the spaghetti straps, but it wasn’t like you planned to need it anyways.

You threw on your matching underwear, a dark blue lace pair, and slipped into the dress, looking at yourself in the mirror. You debated sending a picture to him, but decided against it. You slipped your heels on and touched up your makeup, slipping a lip gloss into your purse. It was time to go, damn you were nervous.

when you got to the restaurant you were able to skip the line of people waiting and go straight to the front desk. “Hi, do you have a reservation?” The lady at the front asked, “I don’t, but my date does, it’ll be under Rhodes?” The girl tapped the screen and smiled, “of course! Follow me, he’s in one of our private rooms.”

Private rooms? You weren’t aware that they existed in the restaurant. As she lead you back a tightness started in your stomach, you couldn’t tell if it was excitement, nervousness, or just straight up lust. You hadn’t really seen him before, so for all you know it could be a 70 year old man waiting for you.

You were quickly proven wrong though. As soon as she opened the door you were greeted by a young man smoking a cigar. You saw his eyes light up as he stood up quickly. “Here you go ma’am, just let us know when you’re ready to order.” You smiled and nodded as she walked away, making your way in the room.

“Rhodes?” You asked the tall blond, “you don’t have to call me that, feel free to call me Cody dear.” The tightness in your stomach worsened, it was obvious what it was now. You nodded once more, sitting down across from him. You watched the way he moved, the way his blue suit hugged every muscle of his. It was almost unfair that he had hid this amazing body from you.

“So what do you do for a living Cody?” You asked, taking a sip from the water they had set out. “I’m a professional wrestler, like for wwe.”

“Oh really? You’re gonna have to take me to one of your shows, I’m interested now.” He smiled, looking at your outfit, only then did you realize that you were matching colors. “The dress looks amazing on you, blue really suits you” you saw his eyes darken as he looked you over.

“I’m sure it looks better up close, if you want to see.” You slid out of the booth, walking over to his side. Almost instinctively he turned towards you, opening his lap for you to sit on. You straddled one of his legs, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. One of his hands went to your waist while the other went to your thigh, squeezing both lightly.

“You look better in person than you do on camera.” He mumbled, leaning up to press his lips against yours. You moved on of your hands to his cheek, deepening the kiss and pulling his face towards yours. You felt his hands go to your ass, grabbing hard. You arched your back and moaned, pressing your breast up against his chest. He pulled away momentarily, dragging your straps down your arms, slowly exposing your tits. “I don’t even know where to start…”

“Well what are your options?”

“Fucking you dumb right now or going slow and taking my time with your body.”

“I think I know which one you want.”

He laughed, turning both of you around and laying you down on the booth. You moaned softly as the cold leather hit your bare back. You watched as Cody started taking off his jacket, but you grabbed his arm. “Don’t take it off, leave it on.”

He smirked and leaned back down, rubbing his hand up your thigh, higher and higher. “Mmm, Cody please”

“Shhhh it’s okay, I’m getting there baby girl trust me.”

You felt his hand remove from your thighs and whined. “Hey hey calm down baby girl, I’m about to give you what you want I promise.” He mumbled against your lips as you felt him undo his belt buckle, it didn’t take but a second for you to feel his dick on your clothed cunt.

“You ready darling?” He asked, moving your underwear to the side. You simply nodded and bit your lip, sure you had sex before, but nothing like this. You knew it was going to be good the moment he grabbed your waist.

He slammed into you, both of you letting out deep groans and loud moans. “God, are you always this tight?” You bit your lip and shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut as he slammed his hips into yours.

He gripped your thigh, pulling it higher up to go deeper. You were seeing stars just with him thrusting, you could only imagine what the climax was going to feel like. Not that you were going to have to wait long, he knew what he was doing.

You were lucky enough to snap out of the self pleasure mindset that you were in and snap back to reality, opening your eyes to see Cody hunched over you, mumbling dirty words and phrases in your ear. You reached around his broad figure and dug your nails into his back, hearing him chuckle.

“Is this better then any of the little toys I see you use to play with yourself? I bet it is, isn’t it?”

You could only let out little gasps for air, leaving red marks behind on his back. Your mind was foggy, and your eyes were starting to tear up. You’ve never had an orgasm that made you pass out, but today might actually be the day.

“I hope you don’t mind me cumming quick baby, if you got me on a good day we would keep this going for hours.” He grunted as he sat up to look at you.

“Just cum, please” that was all you could mumble through your hazy mind and teary eyes. You felt the tightness in your stomach become unbearable, something that had never happened before. You closed your eyes and let it snap, releasing all your fluids that had built up, causing you to scream from the extreme pleasure.

You couldn’t hear his mutterings, or see the way he bit his lip and slammed into you deeper then ever, releasing his own spurts into you. It took you everything to stay awake, you were exhausted. As both of you panted and tried to catch your breath you heard a chuckle from him.

“So would you like to start off with an appetizer darling?”

#wwe #smut #cody rhodes #wwe raw #wwe cody rhodes

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winniethewife · 1 year ago

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Kinktober day 7

Day Seven: Stripping (Steve Rogers x reader)

Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied, stripping, grinding. fluffy

Minors DNI

Words: 642

Steve Rogers was probably the most vanilla man she had ever been with. Nothing wrong with that, and it didn’t make her love him any less, but, it made it difficult to figure out how to make their time in the bedroom more interesting. It wasn’t until she made a snide comment about it to Bucky that she found out about his love for burlesque. So for their anniversary she went all out, she had scoured the internet for information on “the art of the strip tease.” She bought the vintage styled undergarments, spent the time mastering the makeup and hair. She was going to give him the night of his life.

“That was amazing Darling. Remind me to thank Tony for the recommendation on the restaurant when we see him and Pepper on Sunday.” Steve says as they walk into their Brooklyn apartment.

“I’m sure that will stroke his ego immensely,” She laughs.

“Well, yeah but what doesn’t exactly?”

“Fair.”

As they walk into the living room, she hits the button on the remote and music started to play. Steve smiles and takes her in to his arms as they sway to the music. She rest her head on his chest as they dance around the living room eventually leading him to the couch. She takes a step away from him and smiles sweetly.

“I have a surprise for you” she says with a gleeful grin.

“Oh?” He looks at her curiously, looking at her attire, the dress with the buttons all the way down, the victory rolls in her hair, the classic red lip. She looks like she just stepped out of a 1940’s femme fatal movie. He love it when she dresses like this, bringing him back to a simpler time. She turns the song to a familiar favorite, as the trumpets begin to play, she starts to unbutton the dress, slowly and sensually. His cheeks flush as he realizes what’s happening.

“Oh!” He looks at her mildly stunned as she continues to disrobe, reveling the black vintage styled undergarments. She had really gone all the way for this. He felt his bulge harden as he watched her.

Never thought that you would be, Standing here so close to me, there’s so much I feel that I should say, but words can wait until some other day…

As the lyrics began she starts to move her hips to the beat of the music her hands finally undoing the dress and sliding it down her shoulders as it puddles at her feet on the floor. The black lace and silk look divine on her. Her eyelids half closed in a seductive manner as she straddles his lap. His face a bright red as she does so. She leans in as she reaches behind her unclasping her bra.

“Happy anniversary baby.” She whispers into his ear as the bra joins the dress, his hands go to her breasts holding them gently, his rough hands on her succulent skin. She lets out a soft moan. His hands glide over her curves as she grinds into his hardened bulge.

“Dear god you’re perfect.” He moans as he touches her his eye filled with love and lust. She kisses him softly, lips pressed together as the song continues in the background. Her tongue slides over his bottom lip asking for entrance and he obliges. As their tongues dance together he holds her hips pushing her in rhythm to her movements bringing her down harder on the his crotch groaning slightly in pleasure. As they break the kiss they look into each other’s eyes, breathless.

“Bedroom?” She asks “Bedroom” he confirms as he lifts her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carries her into the bedroom, planning to thank her for his surprise in as many ways as he can come up with.

Kinktober Masterlist

#the avengers #marvel #mcu #marvel smut #captain america #Captain América x reader #steve rogers #steve rodgers x reader #kinktober #fawktober2023 #Spotify

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femmefatalevibe · 2 years ago

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Hiii! I am a new to your page and wants to become more confident to express myself. But do you have any tips for how we highschoolers can add some femme fatale while not acting "too grown"

Hi love! I'm so glad to hear that you're serious about building your confidence and sense of self in high school. Know that this is highly commendable! Anyways, here are some of my tips:

Practice proper posture: Shoulders back, chest up, head held high, back straight.

Learn the power of eye contact and facial expressions: Direct eye contact (held within reason, without staring) communicates confidence. Smile to express an inviting presence to the people who you're socializing with.

Be diligent with your hygiene: Always have your hair, nails, face, and body properly washed and moisturized. Manicured nails and healthy hair demonstrate that you prioritize showing up for yourself.

Consider all-black outfits: A staple leather jacket, satin or silk tops, lace-trimming or cuffs, and well-tailored black pants or jeans or a flowy skirt to emulate Femme fatale energy without looking too risqué for a classroom or a younger teenage age group. Balance any more form-fitting mini skirts with tights and a chunky sweater or a longer coat (like a trench) for a casual elegance that isn't too formal or covered up. Mix and match textures for more intrigue.

Find your signature makeup look: Add some black eyeliner (a thin winged liner and the water line) with some mascara and minimal face makeup to cover any blemishes, under-eye circles, or uneven skin tone. Complete the look with a light wash of blush or bronzer and a neutral lip shade or chapstick for school or the daytime.

Discover and pursue your interests: Don't blindly follow the interests of your peers or your parents' desires. Consider the activities and fields of study that light you up inside and give you energy. Think about the hobbies or industries you could engage in all day and would gladly pursue for free. Join as many clubs, courses, and extracurricular programs as possible in these areas. Read about them, join online communities, and find a mentor (IRL) if possible. Use this time to begin discovering what you want out of life and establishing your own identity.

Give yourself space to explore and own your sexuality: Let go of any shame regarding self-exploration and identity. Your feelings (and pleasure or the confidence you derive from it) are completely normal. Don't allow others' expectations to dictate your choices. Make these decisions for yourself, on your own timeline (and ALWAYS use protection if you decide to engage in partnered sex; birth control is NOT toxic, but not every option works well for everyone). I hope that you have or find someone you trust in your life to discuss these topics with! It's super important.

Remember your life is for YOU: It is normal to feel as though you have to conform to other peoples' expectations of you at this age. And, while they're certain sacrifices you might need to make until (or through early) adulthood, remember that your desired life path is valid and always worth exploring. Choose yourself every time.

Hope this helps xx

#life advice #femme fatale #dark feminine energy #dark femininity #high value woman #self concept #self reflection #it girl #the feminine urge #queen energy #dream girl #self confidence #self care #girl advice #girlblogging #that girl #femmefatalevibe

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legacyshenanigans · 1 year ago

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Marvolo x MC AU

In school together part 6. (The fluff series🤣)

(all others are in pinned)

Marvolo waited for her outside of the great hall. He leant back against a wall, looking over at nothing in particular, when he felt a poke in his arm. He turned with a confused look on his face before his eyes widened slightly, expecting MC to turn up in some cute little frilly number to match her personality. When his gaze was on her, she was the complete opposite, wearing a tight fitting long, black, lace, and silk gown, with elegant makeup to match.

MC: *sweet grin* Hi!

Marvolo: *staring for a moment*

MC: ...Marvolo?

Marvolo: *clears throat* Hello...Wow.

MC: *giggles* What?

Marvolo: You..Erm..*sigh*..You look, different.

MC: Do you like it? *wide grin*

Marvolo: *small smile* ....Yes...Come along then.

Marvolo went to walk into the hall, when MC made a loud "Ahem!?" He turned seeing her twisted little face.

Marvolo: What's wrong? *confused look*

MC: ....*narrows her eyes*

Marvolo: Oh!..Of course.

He held out his arm for her to link with, she happily took it and giggled again.

MC: You're so silly, Marvolo.

Marvolo: Heh..I don't..DO this kinda stuff alot..

They walked into the hall together, linking arms, and definitely turned some heads as they made their way across the room, to sit and continue their conversation. Marvolo noticed people were staring, it was rare to see him at school events, he and couldn't help but smirk to himself slightly.

MC: What do you mean? Have a girl on your arm?

Marvolo: *cheeky grin* Girls have tried...I've never been interested.

MC: *gasps playfully* Oh so I should feel REALLY special? *giggles*

Marvolo: I suppose *small chuckle* as I said, you intrigue me..

Marvolo was surprised how good of a night he had with her. She was goofy and odd, but there was something he found so endearing about it, which was a shock to him, she even managed to get him up for a dance. She put a hand on his shoulder as the music played, he had a hand on her waist, and her other hand in his. He looked down at her, a slightly sultry expression on his face and the smallest of smirks, she couldn't help but blush. When the music finished, he gave her a bow, which made her giggle.

Marvolo: *narrows his eyes* Do you wanna get out of here? I wanna show you something.

MC: *sweet smile sure*

They walked together, through the castle, he didn't say much, MC was starting to realise he wasn't much of a talker, but she really liked being in his company regardless, she took his hand and grinned, Marvolo looked down at her holding his hand, and gave her a slight confused look before he smiled. He took her to the dark arts tower and over to the corner near the stairs under the DADA classroom. He smirked as he activated the door to a secret area.

Marvolo: Go on *gestures with a hand movement*

MC stepped in, and the two of wandered into the undercroft, she looked around at the big open space.

MC: What is this place?

Marvolo: My family call it the undercroft..Only the Gaunts know about it, I use it as a place to practice spells *small smile* I've never shown anyone this place..Not even my friend's..

MC smiled at him as she looked around some more, walking over to a pillar and stroking her hand down it.

MC: Why show me?

Marvolo wandered over to the other side of the pillar, leaning a hand on it, standing closely to MC.

Marvolo: Honestly?...I dont know..But it's away from prying eyes, at least.

MC: *giggles* Oh? And why would we need to be away from prying eyes?

Marvolo smirked and reached out a hand, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Marvolo: Because I wanted to finish what nearly happened in the forest..

MC blushed once more, as he leaned down slowly closing his eye's, she let her eyes flutter closed, he hovered close to her mouth for a moment, and then their lips touched for the first time, he was tender, he placed a hand on her cheek, deepening the kiss slightly, after what felt like an eternity he pulled away, and gave her a half smile with half closed eyes. MC felt like her face must have been bright red as she looked up at him.

MC: I...That was...

Marvolo: *whispers* Nice, I hope?

MC: *coy smile* Definitely nice~

#the gaunts hc #the gaunt family #marvolo gaunt hc #marvolo gaunt #marvolo gaunt headcanon

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snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 5 months ago

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I Do, Do You? chapter 2

WC: ~3,500 of fluff and small angst. Gratuitous use of figurative language It's probably a better read over on AO3

~After one short week, the wedding day has arrived! Our hopeful couples will finally come face to face with their betrotheds.~

Voiceover: “First impressions are everything, they are the standard by which we tell people to hold us. Whether they choose to believe it or not, how this first meeting goes will set the tone for their future interactions. How they present themselves and how they handle themselves today will create the foundation of the schema by which their partners view them and their relationships.”

Penelope looks around at the venue. The outdoor ceremony and reception are in a few hours; sunset, taking advantage of that very desired “golden hour” for filming and photos and then dining and dancing under the stars.

Production has chosen a neatly manicured grassy lawn bordered by maple and beech trees, the finely kept backyard to some historic Virginia property. Fairy lights crisscross and swoop above, and a rectangular marble dance floor is set into the middle of the area, later to be surrounded by long picnic tables lined with tealights and eucalyptus wreaths, but now holds rows of dark wood bench seating for wedding guests.

She likes the romantic details, clearly imagining the warm amber glow of the orbs above mixing with the soft twinkle of stars and lightning bugs, the sweet smell the humid night air will pull from the trees. The only disappointment is the shadowy figure her mind keeps drawing in place of a groom. Will he like her? Will she like him?

Workers and crew are buzzing around constructing the rose and laurel arch, arranging the petal carpet they’ll walk down, and setting up camera and microphone equipment. Penelope watches, staving off the same nerves she’s been mostly successful at ignoring all week preparing with dress, shoe, and accessory shopping, trying to write vows for someone she doesn't know, and deciding on the finer details of nails, makeup, and hair. This first impression could be the most important of her life, and while she wants to knock everyone’s socks off, she also wants to be as true to herself as possible. But with the day finally here and everything finally decided on, there’s nothing left to take her mind off what she’s about to do.

—-

Violins strike in the distance, Penelope squeezes her eyes shut swallowing down the acid rising in her throat, A hand tightens around her shoulder. “Pen? It’s time…”

Inhaling deeply, she opens her eyes, taking one last look in the mirror, checking her dress.

It’s a unique trumpet style gown made of a substantial, buttery, white matte silk satin, woven throughout with silvery blue threads that cast a glow. The plunging sweetheart neckline sweeps up into delicate off-the-shoulder illusion straps. The fine, white organic pattern seemingly floating across her décolletage isn’t so much what she’d call lace, but rather piped icing. The bodice fits like a dream, cupping her breast, and further down, clings to her hips, then flares out in a wide trumpet mid-thigh with five corners around the hem that kick up in swift peaks, every step making it look like the daturas her mom kept paintings of all over the house.

She knew the moment she tried it on it was meant for her, the top half a delicious, cakey confection, the bottom half an intoxicating and deadly flower.

“To hell with the show,” a deep cool voice calls from the door, “say the word and I’ll have us down the road in five seconds. Savannah took a separate car just in case…but you are a Goddess, any man would be lucky to find you walking up that aisle to him”

Penelope smirks, eyes still trained on her own figure, “Are you finally suggesting we run away together?”

“Penelope Garcia, it is your wedding day, behave.” he chides.

Her eyes connect with Derek’s, mischievous and smoldering, then JJ’s over her shoulder, she smiles, taking the bouquet of tall sunflowers from the dresser next to her, linking an arm with JJ’s. Something about this feels right. Something she can’t put her finger on. Or at least that’s what she’s telling herself. “Lead the way, my lady love.”

—--

There’s a light knock, fine knuckles rapping on wood. Luke, Matt, and Phil turn as Tara answers the door.

Emily’s standing in the doorway meeting them all with an apologetic look, her eyes cutting to Luke. They know what it means– new case. Killers don’t stop just because it’s inconvenient timing for agents.

“Look, you still have some vacation accrued…” she starts, “I’d approve the time off.” But he hears the ‘but’ in her voice, he knows the pressure they’re under, and with Reid away on family business, they’re already a man down.

He looks around the room at his friends and sighs, “No. I couldn’t leave all the fun to Matt and Tara. Do I at least get to see my bride walk down the aisle before informing her I’m ditching her?”

Coming from anyone else it would sound snide, but she knows he means it. She feels guilty that he means it.

“I’ll give you 24 hours to work some of that charm, you can meet us in Flagstaff tomorrow, my gift. I wouldn’t want her to dislike me immediately, but you know how time sensitive these things are.” She’s grinning, he can see the relief on her face, how the corners of her eyes loosen.

He wants to be mad. She of all people knows why he’s doing this, they’ve had this discussion specifically, but he can’t be mad, ultimately it’s his decision. He’s already retreating into the comfortable, he’s already going for the known unknown and making excuses for his choices. He wants to be mad, but he can only be mad at himself.

Phil pours another shot of amber liquid into a small glass and holds it out, “Come on, Emily, we were just about to toast the happy groom.”

—

He’s anxious, nervous, excited…and happy… If he doesn’t think about what he has to do tomorrow. He doesn’t know half the people here, and he won’t know the person standing up next to him, but he finds none of that really matters. What he knows is she’s adventurous, willing to take a risk, and hopefully, wants love, too.

Luke looks at the crowd of people that have gathered, his family and friends on one side, hers on the other.

His mom and sister, Isabella, and her two boys and husband are in the front row, Tara, Emily, Matt, Kiristy, and all their kids right behind them. He catches Matt’s small smile, a small comfort, before he quickly flickers back to her side, not wanting to be caught staring, but unable to resist the work part of him kicking in.

The people in her front row are three men and a woman. A petite blonde in a short flowing blue dress, her sister? is sitting next to a stern-faced black man in a charcoal suit husband? They’re both wearing rings, but… no. Next to him is an older man in a gray button down and black slacks, and next to him on the end closest to the aisle is a younger hispanic guy. An odd collection of family. The younger man doesn’t appear to share many facial features with the older man next to him or the blonde, in fact none of them look related at all, but they all sit like family, they all act like family. Behind them a woman in a dusty pink dress sits with a small boy playing with two blonde boys next to him, and beside them is a tired looking white man. Again, they don’t look like a family, but are acting like one. Her family and friends seemingly intertwined, the line indiscernible.

He’s about to say something, introduce himself, ease the building tension he can feel between the guests and the situation, her front row and himself, when a ladybug lands on the back of his clasped hands.

The tickle distracts him, and instantly, looking down, good luck springs in his mind. Looking up, he makes eye contact with his sister and holds out his left hand with the scarlet beetle vibrating its wings on his ring finger for her to see. He stays silent not wanting to startle it and send it off. As he does, the violins strike and procession music begins, the beetle, as if on cue, flys away.

Luke follows it’s ascent briefly down the aisle, and then his eyes land on a figure silhouetted behind doors in the distance, and as they do, a placid calmness takes over. There was nothing to worry about, his bride, his wife, his person, was waiting. Long ago he’d made his peace with fate, as a soldier you have to, things would work out the way they were meant to…some days it just took a small reminder.

—

The distance isn’t long, but she feels miles away, this striking woman walking towards him. There’s gasps and howls, applause and awes from in front of him as guests catch his expression and follow his line of sight.

Flowing blonde hair billows in gentle waves with her veil, her dress dances at her feet. His eyes drink her up and take in every detail, every curve, every angle and every texture. She’s wearing the most radiant shade of white, it’s beautiful and unusual, and all he can think is that she looks like the moonflowers he’d spend hours watching twirl, hidden under the shade of their branches as a kid in his grandmother’s backyard. She looks like memories long forgotten and mysteries veiled in night’s shadow and he’s more than intrigued and more than drawn and he’s more than wanting to take her in his arms and spin her until they’re both dizzy, like the flowers used to make him feel. And he feels, again, more than he’s ever felt, that this must be fate.

His gaze is intense, she’s been trying to hold it the whole way, caught in how the setting sun reflects off his bright eyes making them seem as crystal as fresh cracked rootbeer candy. He’s absolutely gorgeous, stunning, the living embodiment of “tall, dark, and handsome,” but there’s not a streak of darkness she can detect in his eyes shining back at her or his dimpled crooked smile bright like a lighthouse. She kicks up rose petals floating down the aisle, and as dumb as it sounds, in that moment she feels she like a ship lost at sea, and he, this stranger, is the beacon of light leading her to safe harbor…or a siren threatening to send her crashing into the sharp rocks under.

His smile starts off small, but the closer she gets the bigger it becomes, toothy and consuming, and she can feel hers by contrast shrinking smaller and smaller, the pit in her stomach, dormant, suddenly swelling larger and larger.

Now in front of him, so close, all these eyes, attention on them, on her, his attention on her- she breaks away looking down as discomfort shyness? takes over.

Too handsome, don’t stare. Looking at someone this close this long is wrong, like staring at the sun. Too much, try to focus.

But this is him! The man you’re marrying. You’re not reserved! You, Penelope Garcia, are confident and secure and you're every bit as shine worthy. Look. At. Him.

It’s dead quiet, awkward, she’s looking away, looking down, she won’t look at him. He wants to pull her back to where they were a moment ago, to alleviate whatever distress she’s feeling, to let her know they’re in this together. That she can trust him. “Hey,” he reigns in his stupidly large smile, heavily forcing it into a more acceptable, smaller thing and gently takes hold of her bent elbows, thumbs stroking her soft arms in a way he hopes she finds soothing, because he certainly does.

His palms are warm and the pads of his thumbs are rough, the touch sending sparks flying up her arms and through her chest, a sensation like thrusting on the light, but she still can’t will herself to look from the flowers in her hands.

Dipping a little, determined to draw her back, Luke introduces himself quietly, “I’m Luke.”

“HE SAID HIS NAME IS LUKE” is yelled to the guests by the man closest to the bride, some laugh. Penelope straightens up instantly, whipping around, “Carlos!” is hissed in warning, and the older man next to ‘Carlos’ smacks his bicep. Carlos only smiles, “Look at Luke, sis, he’s the one you’re marrying” then winks.

Penelope glares, but turns back, apricot lips spreading, tension eased, “I’m Penelope, nice to meet you, Luke.”

And just like that his megawatt smile is once again firmly in place, grinning at her like she’d just unveiled the secrets of the universe. “Nice to meet you, Penelope,” he nods, then looking over her shoulder, adds, “And you, Carlos.”

Penelope’s vows had been funny and charming, she was effortlessly engaging and endearing. Luke felt his own paled in comparison, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now. This next part was where he laid his cards, this part had been a point of contention in the family, his mother nixing it, Isabella taking Luke’s side, her husband taking their mother’s…

He shifts his weight as he makes eye contact over the paper, tucking it away, he takes Penelope’s hands. Looking into a stranger’s eyes shouldn’t be this comforting, but what he finds when he looks at her feels like the safest parts of himself. He isn’t sure just how long he’s been standing there getting lost in thought, or what his face is doing, but he notices a fresh blush on her cheeks and feels her give his fingers a squeeze prompting him to go on.

Playing it cool was apparently completely off the table.

Luke clears his throat and smirks, continuing, “Before we uh…before we go on, I want to be upfront and say, someone very important to me was left out of today’s ceremony, Roxy. I wanted her here, but some people weren’t sure how you’d react…I was going to have her stay home so you, my bride,” and he can’t help but smile when he says it, noticing how she smiles too, “didn’t get scared off, but she’s a big part of my life, I’d do anything for her, she’s my girl, my everything…I’m hoping you can make room for her in a similar way, eventually.”

As the words come out he sees the shift in her expression, eyes widening, jaw slightly dropping before resuming the indulgent smile, her hands becoming clammy and her body pulling away. The tell tale signs of panic and fear. It isn’t what she thinks-

Or at least he hopes it isn’t what she thinks. “Leaving her out feels like lying, so my friend Phil did me a favor and picked her up about an hour ago…Sorry, ma.” he says as he turns, then calls down the aisle in a deep commanding voice, “Roxy, com’on”

Penelope blinks and rocks back, jerking to face the same direction he is.

There’s no way he calls his kid like that, right?

Out from behind the left row comes a wolfish looking happy hound now prancing down the aisle, a dark green bow tied around her neck.

Trotting up to Luke, she stops short sitting on her haunches.

“This is Roxy,” Luke says before kneeling and fiddling with the bow.

Following suit instantly, Penelope kneels too, hands petting and face nuzzling her head. “She’s your dog? Roxy’s a dog Oh hello, you sweet girl.” she coos.

Rings free from the knot on her bow, Luke takes Penelope in at a much closer range, nose nearly brushing her cheek, her eyes scrunched up with the biggest smile he’s seen on her yet and it’s for his girl, it’s for Roxy. His lungs seize, momentarily unable to breathe, his heart clenching and his stomach flipping. He couldn’t have dreamed a better reaction, or a more beautiful sight.

Pocketing the rings, Luke stands, offering his hands to help his new bride back up, “We’ve got one last part to this, if you still want to…”

Slipping her hands into his, letting him right her, she agrees, “I do, do you?”

“-Aht.” the officiant cuts them off, “That’s my job.”

He notices her hand is trembling, or maybe it’s his holding hers unsteady, he’s so focused on not letting the emerald ring slip from his fingers he’s not sure what the rest of him is doing. Luke looks down, and it’s both, both of them shaking and he lets out a little breath. She’s just as nervous as he is. He notices her nails then, not an inch of her left unadorned, had been painted with white flowers.

Women appreciate it when you notice the details, mijo, calls in his head, his grandfather’s voice, compliment your bride.

“Perfection down to the tips of your fingers…I like your nails.” He says it quietly, something just for them, something the mic doesn’t even pic up on.

“Oh, thanks,” Penelope’s hand, instinctively jerking away, is held fast by Luke’s, “just don’t look too closely, I was up pretty late practicing my fingering techniques-” She says it loud and clear, a dismissive thought explaining away the chips at the edges. Loud gasps from who she assumes are his guests, and a deep “Oh shit” followed by giggles can be heard from hers. Luke chokes and blushes, letting go of her hands to cover his face, a weakly chuckled “oh my god” slipping between his fingers.

“-no! No.” Penelope corrects sternly to Luke and then the guests, praying the entendre not stick, urging they know it’s a misunderstanding. She grabs his wrist pulling down an arm covering his face, “-for my clarinet!” she explains, “Which I play!” then to the crowd, begging they understand, “My clarinet. I play the clarinet.” Her cheeks burn. She can’t believe she just did that in front of this beautiful man, in front of his family, in front of cameras.

Luke, eyes still shimmering with amusement, body shaking with laughter, nods, not trusting himself to look up. “Whatever you say,” he hums.

She shakes his wrists, pleading, “No- I’m serious,”

He does his best to straighten out his face, to let her know he’s taking her seriously, swallows and looks her in the eye, “I believe you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he agrees.

The commotion dies down, guests ready for things to move on.

Everything else goes smoothly, the rings slide on (though she’s sure her fingers have swollen from stress), and they’re beautiful, and they fit.

They each breathe a sighing smile when they look between their newly adorned hands, but this is it, their first kiss, she and her new stranger. Butterflies suddenly blossom and take flight, Penelope watches as he moves in, wondering how this fine, adorable and impossibly perfect man will kiss her, if she’ll have to cover their faces with her veil, a kiss just as electric as she’s feeling from his fingers. Her eyes catch his, dipping briefly, and jump back up, he’s so close, her mouth parts…

And then he misses.

No.

Doesn’t miss.

He didn’t kiss her.

He kisses her cheek, and a terrible little thought flickers through her mind:

He doesn’t like you.

Delusional girl, you’re not his type.

Already this man, her husband, is rejecting her.

But despite the disappointment, she can’t help instinctively leaning in, eyes closing, gently rising on her toes and pressing her cheek to his lips and damn does she want that feeling just a little more south. He smells like heaven and feels divine, her fingers curl on his biceps and she thinks she feels his tighten on her waist. His lips are full and soft and firm. The musculature there in that brief contact enough to make her fantasize, even here in front of all these people, and for the first time she’s suddenly overwhelmed with the possibility that she’s made a massive mistake.

Fudge, Penelope, what did you get yourself into?!

When it’s time to ‘kiss the bride’, his anxiety comes back. He wants to kiss her, wants to feel the rush and pull of those playful, funny, pink lips, but he isn’t sure she wants that, if she’s ready for that, isn’t sure what’s right to do… kiss a stranger in front of her family? Kiss his wife in front of her family? Asking would ruin the moment, so instead, he makes a split second decision, ducking for her cheek.

The chaste option.

He tried to read her body language but couldn’t make up his mind, feeling hope, personal desires, might be playing a part, it just disappoints himself. He feels her pressing into his lips and gripping his arms, but everything about this has him mixed up, he can’t read if it was a welcome invitation or a move to control the distance.

At least it wasn’t a hug.

#Garvez #luke alvez #Penelope Garcia #criminal minds #au fic #fan fiction #snails tales #ao3 #emily prentiss #derek morgan #jason gideon #carlos garcia #phil brooks #fluff #angst

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boxwinebaddie · 6 months ago

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Who initiated the kissing in the greenhouse?

ahhhh, the greenhouse kiss.

my magnum opus. ;)

shouldiactuallyfuckingwriteitgotohellunclenina!

smh, Any!Ways! i've been itching to talk about this, but it requires a lot of context, so i'll have to rewind time a lil and provide screenshots.

but before i begin:

again, it's probably my extreme levels of anxiety around being really annoying and irrelevant, however, this was sent to me a while ago and i am not sure how much we still care about lore around my dumb unfinished fanfiction, but i will say that, at the time i received this, i also had TWO Other Separate Anons who asked me questions about the greenhouse sequence and subsequent kiss and because i had only really mentioned it in a Couple...neither here nor there answers?

i was extremely surprised and flattered that it stood out enough to you to be asked about multiple times??? AAA?? again, i have the best readers in the world, thank you so much for caring. my face is red. ;-;

OKAY! FAIR WARNING!!!! THIS IS VERY, VERY, VEEERY LONG! and Lore Intensive. but you asked! so welcome to the shit show, baby!

so, to jog your re(memories), though, i highly doubt you'll need the refresher, you are all sharp as tacks and extremely brilliant, therefore, really just to set the scene for myself, we are in ravenstan's room,

which, because the crimson dawn sicktorian manwhorsion was ofc, once a very grand, luxurious upscale, upstate new york 1800s manor, a lot of the old furnishings stayed, so stan's room is basically this huge gothic vampire boy bedroom with a massive four column upholstery bed and beautiful black lace canopy that drapes down,

there's a huge dark-finish, wooden boudoir and matching vanity that is all hand-carved, very elegant, ancient and intricate...and also sticker-bombed with a million shitty, half-peeled skater-boy stickers...there's a chandelier and one of stan's combat boots is hanging from it and probably underwear, smh. metal posters all over the wall, dirty laundry all over the fancy ornate rug, half empty cheesy poof and taki bags, eye makeup smeared on Everything, especially the nice cool mirror, nasty crumbs in the bed ( stan did wipe those off before kyle sat...true luv ), lots of cringey stanime figurines on the old antique shelves. jers did comment on this like '...sailor moon?' and stan scoffed, a little defensive, and was like 'what's more badass and punk rock then a bunch of girls kicking ass and saving the galaxy?'

Hot Boy Shit.

so yes, we are in ravenstan's gothic victorian, chaotic boy fail disaster room, where stan is stripped ( literally ) of all his sexy lead-singer boy laviciousness, no dramatic eye makeup or perfectly blown out bleach blonde hair, no tiny vegan leather pants...rather, he is fresh from the shower in his big, ratty, holey terrance and phillip shirt, his uber lame skull and cross-bones pajama pants from the junior boys section of target, socks that don't match, his hair is back in the black standana, still damp, face bare, cheeks lightly flushed, where a blue star pimple patch sits on a very angry pimple, the lil stan beauty mark under his right eye is winking, lip ring shining in the romantic sicktorian lowlight of a crimson dawn, where he is nervously fiddling with his chipped black fingernails, sitting cross cross applesauce across from

...jerseykyle, secret love of his life, who looks perfect, even with his nightly skincare routine delayed from tonight's many dramas ( which, is really saying something, because kyle never delays his s.c., ever ) his hair is falling in effortless ginger waves about his sharp shoulders, the sun and moon glasses chain is gold and glorious, his green eyes, usually narrowed, are wide with wonder gazing over at raven of crimson dawn reduced to whoever he really is underneath it all, the fabric of his matching perfectly pressed silk flannel pajama set from marshalls extremely soft, however, his skin is slick with sweat and prickly after raven read his palms and said his love line was...long.

( help, lmao. )

what started out as a very awkward conversation and confrontation about raven of crimson dawn being trans has melted away into silly banter and shit-shooting between our two favorite boys who, though, by kyle's knowledge, have not known each other for more than a month, have extremely good conversational chemistry and are playful and vulnerable with each other in a way that suggests that they have been best friends and known each other all their lives...

...Interesting.

as their conversation moves from light-hearted subject matter and descends further into the darkness that surrounds very heavy shit, kyle, who has gotten pretty comfortable surprisingly, starts to speak in the heavy jersey accent before trying to smooth and iron it out.

this little exchange insues:

kyle says that, it's risky, but worth the reward, because ravenstan after a steep and shaky breath, dives into an abridged, sparknotes version of the pre-crimson dawn days, how it used to be a pipe dream, a little garage band thing the boys did for fun, hungry for fame but eating top ramen and drinking sunny d everyday, unaware that they would ever get recognized...

( my favorite pre-cd headstannon is actually is that on the fateful, fearful, tearful night of the concert they got scouted at, they're trying on their lil emo boy outfits in the bathroom to hype themselves up, stan is nervous to come out bc he thinks he looks stupid...he's wearing some dumb hot topic-y, party city vampire costume thing kenny got him as a joke w/ his eyeliner on...the boys get him to come out and they are all immediately GAGGED because why is our awkward, boy fail king...SEXY??? like stan why are you hOT??? and they start all barking and throwing money at him and trying to have him do a spin which was so nice bc he was so nervous. my boys. </3 )

then they do get recognized, shot into stardom and everything seems golden! but...it's pyrite. because cartman or the evil 'e' basically assigns them these little 'parts' to play in his perfectly placed show, stan says he just wanted to do what kenny did, sing his songs and not talk too much, just share his music...but e has kenny and stan swap personalities essentially and stan becomes raven. which, at first, was worth it because he got to preform, but it just became this thing he dreads, acting all high and mighty when he just feels fucking tiny and horrible, that he isn't allowed to write songs anymore and they all, essentially...Belong To E.

they have no freedom. no autonomy.

Whatsoever. </3

( sa tw :( it's a whole chapter and convo, obviously, stan also talks about working at ruffians, which is a massive gentleman's club but gentle those men were NOT, that his boss thought his name was too boring so they had him go by something ~exotic~ hence cuervo, which the man mistook for being reminiscent of the tequila brand jose cuervo, so those awful men just called him tequila day in and out while he was serving drinks...gazes and hands lingering, stan's boss telling him he could sing on stage on friday if let those rich men have their way...and that, unfortunately, thru those men, cd got signed. )

after that BOMBSHELL of a conversation, it's very sad and heartbreaking, but very eye-opening to kyle, who wrote raven off as this imbecilic, arrogant rockstar celebrity sheep who he's learned via the hate and this exchange, is extremely lovely, was treated horribly at every impasse of his life and remained kind and humble...he is like legitimately stunned by how perfectly imperfect raven of cd is.

speeeeaking of...okay, sorry, all of that was leading to

This.

so, ravenstan's eyes are rimmed red...the way one's would if they had been crying, he's also been periodically sniffling. feeling rarely kind and gentle, jerseykyle very tentatively asks if he's been crying and hope that it's not because kyle saw him in the mirror.

...i've talked about this before, but, bear with me:

stan shakes his head and tells him that it's because he's been reading a lot of insidious internet comments about him. marjorine told him not to, but it's hard not to listen when everyone is talking about you. he goes onto say that for every person that 'loves' him, five other people hate him. that there's always something wrong with him. his eyes are too far apart or close together, his lips are a weird shape, one hip is bigger than the other. there are accounts dedicated just to zooming in on his pants, weird horrible deep fake porn of him, the paps catching him buying tampons, trying to figure out who they're for and if he's secretly seeing someone ( he laughs and smiles, but it doesn't meet his eyes ) and that...he feels hideous. :(

this exchange happens, my favorite exchange in the fic:

( yes, we've all read it...here it is again. )

after that, overcome with emotion, ravenstan pulls jerseykyle in a very tender, loving embrace, holds him, thanks him, kyle is blushing, stan says he really needed to hear that...the deeper meaning of which crimson dawns on kyle when, suicide tw, during that hug, over his shoulder, he notices a VERY LARGE bottle of sleeping pills :( on his nightstand and a handle of vodka. ravenstan also mentioned being very tired of everything and just wanting to...sleep for a long time.

this does...deeply concern kyle. he tries not to dwell on it.

because, he's looking at raven of crimson dawn, in all his awkward, sweet boy, perfect-imperfect glory, who, in that vein, has a little bit of cinnamon flavored toothpaste left on his bottom lip.

yes...jersey was staring at it. intently. that gay ass bitch.

he goes to swipe it off raven's lip, which his thumb gently caresses, running over ravenstan's lovely lip ring, his heart is RACING.

stan puts his hand over kyle's before he can pull it away and feeling particularly brave, is about to ask jersey Something Important!

but gets interrupted.

this part which i didn't get to write is Integral and devastating to me because we watch all of stan's vulnerability IMMEDIATELY VANISH, hes undoing his hair, trying to shake it out, shakily pouring himself a very healthy-unhealthy shot, doing like two of them, is rushing around trying to find his hot boy clothes and starts...

doing the raven voice again.

fUUUUUUUUUUUCk.

raven, basically pretending like none of that happened is like, 'well, that's my cue, new jersey. i've got to get changed, but you're welcome to stick around...i'll give you a free show.' ;) <3 xxx

jerseykyle is...Haunted by this. bc he just watched the boy that he'd been getting to know very intimately and preciously in his bedroom immediately transform into this...Monster they made him into.

kyle declines, makes his leave, confused and dismayed, but while raven's back is turned, he steals the big pill bottle bc he's worried.

and that chapter, my favorite, ends with this.

AAAAAAAAAAAA I KNOW RIGHT!!!

Moving On! to the greenhouse chapter.

here's some more context you don't need:

flash forward. it's the big dramatic punk rock party ( rager, more like ) the label threw at the crimson dawn manwhorsion to celebrate marjorine's sindotrination into the band.

like i mentioned once or twice in another lore ask, j.k. has been drinking aaaaa lot, so he is very white boy SCHWASTED and seeking out a missing raven of crimson dawn who, in his stupefying stupor, is finding he is very attracted to and wants to kiss...very bad, lmao.

but yeah! finds him in his special stan greenhouse for gay boys who are nerdy about plants. jersey kyle is looking fierce as fuck, his hair is curly whirly, his sharp canines are pearly, i think he's wearing a black turtleneck and slacks, he looks chic and sleek, he is, however, slurring and shit-faced, swirling his wine around his crystal skull wine glass whilist RELENTLESSLY flirting with raven of crimson dawn.

who, again, is rarely sober, he's wearing a little gardening apron over his party outfit ( aw ), his hair is back in the standana, there's a lil dirt on his cheek, he is stuttering and stammering so much omg.

BUT, OKAY, AS FOR THE KISS! the lead in is this:

sober ravenstan is trying to hydrate very drunk jerseykyle all like "kyle broflovski, when was the last time you drank water?" and kyle being a nasty disgusting floozy is like "can't rememba...buuuut my name sounds good in ya mouth." ;) JAIL! GO TO HELL! but ravenstan, trying to be logical because he knows kyle can't is like "kyle, i need you to be serious. you have your civil procedures class at seven and that advanced legal research at nine and after that you've got--"

and kyle's entire world stops. because raven of crimson dawn, who has the world's worst case of adhd and cannot remember anything...

memorized his school schedule. :')

THIS HAPPENS...

AND BAM!!!! GREENHOUSE KISS. <333

which...Whew. very quickly escalates into a very messy makeout session, the greenhouse windows are fogging up from the HEAT. at one point which i tried to reference in the vampire mv para i'm writing, jersey kyle knocks a bunch of plants in pots sitting up on this shelf to put stan on it. there is a part in six where while jersey is stiring his lasagna sauce in the kitchen, stan sits up on the counter like a nasty slutty skanky indecent boy with no manners, kyle smakcs his tiny ass with the kochlefl and was like "it's rude to sit on counters."

soooo naturally, stan, breathlessly, being a little shit is like "i thought it was rude to sit on counters." and kyle is like "oh, so now you want to be polite?" AND NO HE DOES NOT! ;) because it's getting freak nasty in there, my woooord, ravenstan is trying to get kyle's shirt off my goodness and, jk, you know, not wanting to rush into anything is like "raven, i think--i think we should slow down" and stan, smirking, not listening ( stan special ) and is v liberally kissing down kyle's neck ( which, fun fact, jersey's neck is very sensitive and if you ever want kyle to shut up, that will immediately make him dead quiet ) says...

"you talk too much, mi sabelotodo." ;)

WHIIIIIIIIIICH...was the wrong thing to say, girls, gays and theys...

because jerseykyle immediately pulls back...

IN HORROR.

but that's an ask for another day. :* <3 xxx

-uncle nina, curator of CHAOS

#rm spoilers #anyways i'll edit the tags later #sorry this was crazy i feel bad yall never get content #free free to ask questions if u have them #sorry this was...So Much #i was feeling zesty today i will be editing it for quality control the spelling is really bad but i think we get the point yeah?

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amalia-uwu · 10 months ago

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Good Time

I don't own Undertale. The rights go to the respective owners!

Undertale by Toby Fox

Photo by Artem Podrez from Pexels:

A gift oneshot for fudgelling-away @fudgelling-away 💚

More under the cut.

Warnings ⚠️: explicit, suggestive, light feather play, smut, not safe for work, mature, sexual themes, ecto-genetalia, soul sex(?).

Oh man, what have I written?

Sorry, I'm not good at writing smut... I tried.. I hope you enjoy this abomination of a smut.

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💛

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Sans was laying on bed wearing nothing but his shorts.

You were on the bathroom preparing yourself.

You brushed, fixed your hair, you added a body lotion that had a floral fragrance all over your body.

You fixed your makeup.

Cyan and yellow eyeshadow decorated your beautiful eyes. It wasn't very vivid just the right shade.

The eyeshadow matched Sans's magic.

You added máscara and eyeliner, highlighting your eyelashes and the shape of your eye.

You gently pressed the red lipstick on your fleshy lips, highlighting the shape, you rubbed your lips together.

When you were finished; you looked at yourself and smiled. You fixed your stuff, turned off the light and walked towards the bedroom.

You were wearing a viridian silk robe with lace.

You stood on the door, one hand on the the door's beam and the other on your hips.

You had your one leg bent in a seducing way showing your beautiful thigh and calf that was wrapped in a sexy forest green sock.

He turned his attention to you and smirked as he checked you from head to toe. He whistled at how hot you were.

You walked closer, a smug expression on your face. You teasingly untied the knot of your robe. You moved your hips left and right in a seducing way. You sat close to him.

He leaned closer and caressed your face, neck, shoulders; he carefully removed the robe and let it slide of your shoulders. His cyan eyelights fell on your beautiful dark green/viridian lingerie.

His smirk remained. "wow" he whispered and you smiled. His voiced sounded hot sending electricity in every neuron of your body.

As he saw your body, he shuddered

"what body is this my sweetheart? Such a beautiful body and It's all mine".. He whispered close to your ear.

He began kissing your neck coming down the collarbone, he nuzzled you and rubbed his face on you.

Your scent drove him crazy. You raised your face a little higher to give him easier access.

He gently embraced you and laid you down. He caressed your thorax and then focused on your breast.

He unbuttoned your bra.

"So soft, so beautiful! Best pillows" he massaged your breasts. He leaned down and slowly licked your nipples.

His ecto tongue was soft in touch. It didn't hurt. It was pleasant. Like a bunny licking you, like the most finest fabric caressing you.

He began kissing lower and lower.

He unbuttoned the end of the underwear.

He stood there looking, his grin grew larger. He raised his eyebrows and whistled.

His tongue began licking you and exploring your entrance.

You squirmed in the bedsheets. It felt good. You held his head closer as he began licking.

Later, he used a finger and gently teased your clit.

He then gave you soft kisses from the bottom up.

Your belly, your sternum, your breasts, chest, collarbone, neck.

He caressed your genetalia. He smirked at the wetness.

You held his hips, your hand caressing his ribs, vertebrae, hips, femurs. You slowly slide his shorts down.

He took a good position, his pubic area rubbing on your genetalia.

You held and caressed his hips as he aimed.

He gently pressed the tip of his ecto dick in your opening. He started slowly.

You moaned and screamed in pleasure. He began thrusting slowly but soon took rhythm and he thrusted harder and harder.

He caressed/lightly squeezed your boobs at the same time.

He summoned your soul. He didn't cum yet, he waited for you to cum first.

He took your soul, he carefully held in in his phalanges.

The green light illuminated the room, a soft green light.

Sans smiled he gently caressed your soul.

"Such beautiful soul" You gripped the bedsheets. You moaned in pure bliss.

Sans kept thrusting hitting your g- spot.

You moaned "Ah~Sa-ah~ns..harder!"

You didn't have to tell him twice he thrusted harder and harder telling you how much he loves you, your body, your soul and you!

How beautiful and precious you are!

He carefully caressed your soul, kissed it and teased it with his finger.

"Cum for me baby!" you cummed first and then him.

Sans laid on top of you. His hot breath on your neck.

You carefully hugged him. He laid next to you, taking a rest.

You were in pure pleasure.

You took a rest for some minutes...

Your makeup and lipstick held strong.

You carefully turned, now it was your turn to satisfy him.

You carefully caressed his bones. You started with the ribs, caressing each rib slowly, soft finger on his sweating body.

He closed his eye humming slowly.

He started purring. He closed his eyes softly, enjoying the touch. You caressed the inside of his ribs. His purring intensified.

You began giving soft kisses.

You kissed his cheekbone, mandible, neck, ribs, sternum.

You leaned down and whispered in his ear "turn around~ baby~" he nodded.

He had some difficulty turning due to how relaxed he was, so you gave him a helping hand.

He was face down now. His back and spine exposed. You silently shuffled and took a feather you had on the nightstand drawer.

He was being desperate. He was begging you to go on. He moved his hips up and down.

You carefully caressed his spine "Ssshhh~ I'm here, relax~" you whispered softly.

He clenched the bedsheets, he was sweating and breathing erratically.

You caressed his spine with your thumb carefully from the base of his skull all the way down to the coccyx.

He gasped.

You then took the feather and gently brushed it over his spine. He buried his face deeper in the pillow, his ecto tongue rolled out panting.

His face a deep blue hue. Eyes half open.

His bones were too warm, you could feel the heat he was radiating.

You caressed his scapulae, ribs slowly. Eventually you reached his sacrum and coccyx.

He raised his head from the pillow screaming in pleasure. "YES! RIGHT THERE!" He fell down again panting and clenching the bedsheets.

You teased and played with every hole in the coccyx area.

He couldn't even form understandable words. He was mumbling gibberish, but you could tell he loved it.

When you stopped, fearing it was too much he assured you that he wanted you to continue by moving his hips and whining in despair.

Well, okay then. So be it.

You kept teasing this part. You enjoyed so much how he squirmed beneath you.

His bones were getting warmer with every passing second, the magic throughout his bones and joints shone vivider, darker.

Such a beautiful sight.

He moaned and whined raising his hips towards you. Why did you stop? Can't you see the man is dying here?!

You smiled that's how you liked it.

You continued by rubbing the coccyx gently, up and down. You kissed it and teased him with your tongue. His muffled moans were music to your ears.

You turned him around again. You gently touched his sternum and you summoned his soul.

You carefully took it in your hands. So beautiful, a soft cyan and yellowish color. It floated gently above your hands. You looked in awe.

You gave soft kisses all over the surface.

His blue tongue was out, his eyes shut. He only opened dimly showing that his eyelights had turned into hearts.

He grabbed your hips pushing you closer. He gently touched, caressed, squeezed and smack your ass.

After you were done kissing his soul, you licked it, down to up.

You gently licked and sucked the top.

His moaning was getting louder. You felt his boner hardening on your pussy. His bones rattling.

Hm.

You gently rubbed it in your fingers playing with his soul. Soft circular motions, up and down motions.

Then without warning you thrusted a finger.

His back arched his mouth opened in a silent scream. His breathing erratic. Blue drool cascaded freely down his mandible.

You continued making circular motions with your finger while carefully sitting on his ecto dick. You bounced up and down.

He begged you to cum. "baby~ please..i need to cum~"

"Not yet~ patience is a virtue~" You informed.

You bounced while holding his soul close to your lips kissing it softly.

He was sweating and his breathing erratically more than before.

You stopped bouncing and fingered his soul.

He screamed. It was loud and sudden you didn't even know his voice could reach that frequency.

You managed to bounce and finger his soul at the same time. At this point he was seeing lights and he was close to pass out

He begged you again to cum sounding even more desperate than before.

This time you showed mercy and shouted "Cum for me sweetheart!!"

He unleashed it. All of it. You felt it; it was a lot. Some of dripping on your legs. You cummed too.

His body arched upwards and fell limp on the bed screaming how much he love you.

You gently rubbed his soul again as his bones shuddered from the orgasm's aftershock.

He opened his eyes blinking the lights away.

You gently put his soul back to his chest.

You gently caressed his face.

His breathing still uneven.

You leaned closer and kissed his teeth. He moaned.

You stopped, till on top and you just admired your work.

He was a total mess; his bones shuddering, twitching, sweaty bones, uneven breathing. He was getting close to pass out.

You gently laid on top of him. He lifted his hand with great strain to hug you.

It took some time for his breathing to return to normal. came off him but laid close. Slowly his breathing became even.

You gently laid next to him, still close but he shuddered. You took the bedsheet and covered him, kissing his cheekbone softly.

"You did well sweetheart! " you kept kissing his cheekbones and collarbone, leaving traces of your lipstick.

He smiled at that "you too starlight.." his voice soft, low. His eyes was slowly closing.

"Thank you for the good time" you whispered. You were met with soft snores. You chuckled and put your cheek on his shoulder. You hugged him closer.

You closed your eyes and fall asleep with a big genuine smile.

The end 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

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americanwh0resstuff · 10 months ago

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- Let Me Put On A Show -

Blaine DeBeers x reader smut

Spicy sexy smut time ❤️‍🔥

I just read priest by sierra simone and it's put so many thoughts in my head...

Word count: 1,186

-Let me put on a show-

It was a Friday night, or as Don E would call it, “human/zombie night”.

The bar was packed, full of already drunk patrons, dancing groups of girls and guys picking fights with one another.

I put on my black, silk dress, open back, and so short that if I’d even lean over it would ride up, therefore I made a daring decision not to wear any underwear, Blaine was already behind the bar, picking up the slack before Tanner arrived, so I figured this would be a nice surprise for him.

I finished up my makeup, simply yet dark eyeliner, long lashes and dark, glossy lips, my (y/hc) hair with blonde streaks in wavy curls hanging loose.

I put on my high heels, checked my lipstick and and walked out towards the bar, confident as I strutted up behind Blaine, my arms wrapping around his waist and kissing his neck softly, earning a soft chuckle from him before he turned around.

“Missed me?” I asked in a playful tone, lacing my hands behind his neck while leaning in to kiss me, I return the kiss with a deep passion, he pulled back and smiled. “Seems like you’re the one that missed me…” a smirk on his lips as he grabbed my waist.

Just then someone sat at the bar, ordering a drink, I let go and stood back against the bar, watching Blaine serve the drinks, admiring how his sleeves bunched up around his elbows, the way his muscles flexed while pouring the drinks, the way his eyes looked over to me, looking up and down my thighs before turning back to the customers, I smirked every-time his eyes would linger back to me every now and then, proud that even in a bar full of people, I was the one to catch his attention.

— — —

A few hours pass by and the night goes on, I stay with Blaine behind the bar, stealing kisses every so often, chatting, laughing and watching as Don E made a fool of himself in front of numerous girls.

Around 2am the bar got so quiet that Don E and Tanner could handle it on their own, and thats when Blaine and I retired to the back room, the small bedroom behind his office that he often used to crash in after a long nights work.

I took his hand and lead him to the room, he was tired and tense from working and I planned to change that. The second we got through the door I turned and locked it, him kissing my neck softly as I did so, but I had other plans.

I turned to face him, pushing him down onto the bed, watching him as he lay down, legs hanging off the end, pushing himself up on his elbows as he laughed softly “what are you doing (y/n)?”

I smiled and stood between his legs, tracing my hands over his thighs and leaning over to kiss him. “Just relax baby, let me put on a show…” at these words he sat up, quickly intrigued.

I grabbed his hands, pulling them up to my thighs, letting them trace up my legs, pushing them up to my hips, smirking as I watched him realise that I was bare under my dress.

He groaned softly, his mind going wild with different thoughts and fantasies, I could practically see his hard-on growing in his jeans. I had to hold myself back from tackling him right there and then, but I had a plan.

I let his hands rest on my hips as I trailed my own hands up my body, lifting my skirt up just enough to tease him with the thought of my naked body only covered with a thin sheet of silk, I raised my hands up my stomach to my chest, up to my neck before dropping them and turning myself around, bending over to really show him what he’d been missing all night. I heard him groan, saw his hands fisting the sheets in desperation, he didn’t even try to get himself off, knowing that he would never replicate my touch.

After some moments of teasing him but stroking over my own body I turned back to face him, hooking my fingers under my skirt before lifting it over my head, leaving me completely naked in front of him.

I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. I laced my hands in his hair, kissing him deeply as i softly rocked my hips against his, earning groans of irritation, desperate for some form of friction.

“What’s wrong Blaine?” I played dumb, tilting his head up to face me. “Such a gentleman… seems like you know the rules, only touch after payment…” I laugh softly, teasing him, playing dangerous as I knew he could flip me over and have his way but I wanted to push him, I wanted to play this game, and he did too.

He stayed quiet, a smirk playing on his lips, knowing that if he spoke he’d end up taking over, dominating me with an iron fist, sparing no mercy… but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this, that his bulge was growing with every second.

I kiss him softly, trailing my lips down his jaw and neck, following my fingers as I unbuttoned his shirt before pushing him back to lie down on the bed.

“You gonna make me feel good baby?” He groaned softly, hands resting on my hips.

“As long as you return the favour…” my response was deep, testing, pushing him further into this fantasy. I was his stripper and he was my rich customer.

I climbed up his chest, my legs now resting on either side of his head, I didn’t even have to say a thing anything before his lips found my inner thighs, kissing and biting along the skin, his breath ghosting my core and switching to the other leg.

I moaned loudly and threw my head back, leaning back to give a better angle.

A cry escaped me as his tongue found my clit, his mouth now pleasuring me in such ways that made my legs shake.

I returned the favour, one hand reaching behind me, pulling his belt open and slipping under the waistline of his boxers, stroking him hard and fast as I rode his face, squirming as he moaned against my cunt, his fingers bruising into my thighs, pain mixing with pleasure as his nails left crescent shaped marks on my skin, his hips bucking up into my hand as I gripped him harder, his moans and curses muffled between my legs, his tongue removing rapidly as I shook above his.

My back arched and my hand movements sped up, both of us writhing and thrashing in pleasure, reaching our climaxes within seconds of each other.

I slid off of him and stood back between his legs, slipping his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and pulling off his jeans till we were both naked…

“You want more?” He asked.

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butlersxbirdy · 2 years ago

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You Light My Morning Sky: Part 13

To You I Can Admit, I’m Just Too Soft For All Of It

Warnings: ass play/plugging, color system, new position, oral (f recieving), dom/sub, panty play, mentions of exhbitionism and body insecurities

The wardrobe consultants come in quickly and set up the dressing area and the makeup chairs.

Austin holds your hand and stays by your side, smiling when he sees the garment bags covered to hide your outfits from each other.

“Remember what we talked about?” Austin says to Anna, your makeup artist, when she gets you in the chair.

“Strong setting spray, so her makeup doesn’t come off, because she gets dressed blindfolded,” Anna grins. “I remember. As if that’s the weirdest request I’ve ever gotten. I think it’s kind of sweet,” She says and gets you seated, in a chair large enough to accommodate Austin half next to you and half under you, arms around your waist. He likes watching this part, and he likes making sure the makeup goes well with the dress only he has seen. You blush and think about when he had suggested it;

"I pick what you wear, you pick what I wear. No peeking until the night of."

It felt marital, as though he was creating ways for you two to surprise each other.

"Aust, baby, I love it," you had smiled. “That doesn’t apply to the wedding, though. I’m picking my dress and it’s gonna knock your fucking socks off.”

He had agreed, and now, the two of you get ready for everything like this; together.

His voice brings you pack to the present when he points to a color you can’t see and says,

“Her dress is that color, so maybe.. This, this and this?” he suggests and Anna makes a counter suggestion. You sit there while they chat and you feel makeup being applied to your face. It’s relaxing, and Austin holds you tighter when one of Anna’s assistants starts working on your hair.

The actual process of getting dressed turns out not to be a horrible ordeal. You make sure no one notices Austin's plug, but even so, he insists on slightly ruining the surprise by being dressed in the same room as you, a piece of black satin tied over your eyes. You agree to let him technically peek by partially dressing himself in light of the secret nestled firmly inside him. He nuzzles and holds and kisses you as much as the process will allow.

You can feel that the dress is flowy and fitted, and strapless. Layers of black wrapped silk with a structured bodice and a-line full skirt with a slit, all come together to show off your chest and legs perfectly; Austin grins smugly at knowing from memory the contours of your shape when the gown fits perfectly. You can feel the details before you see them, and suddenly, there’s a warm body close to you, and you put your hands out. They land on the narrow, fully clothed waist of your fiance, clinging a little to him. He picked out this outfit for you, and you want to love it, or at least not judge it until you see it, but you feel a little self conscious because it's snug around your stomach. Austin, as always, sees the thoughts in your head, and quiets them with a kiss to your jaw.

"You look so fucking delicious, Mama... wanna get on my knees and worship you," he purrs, tugging you close and running his hands all over your stomach. He grabs the black silk bow and tugs, the fabric falling away from your eyes, and you look at the two of you together. With his adoring touch, you can see that the elegance of the gown is perfect. His simple low buttoning shirt and lace blazer with high-waisted pants are the perfect companions to your outfit, as he got the two designers to match color pallets. The pale pink detailing on his ensemble matches the makeup Anna put on you and your hair falls in soft curls. He got every last detail, exactly perfect.

“You look so good, do you like what I picked?” you ask, and he kisses your cheek.

“I do. We look so beautiful. I love you,” he whispers in your ear. “And I’m not done surprising you, so just get ready,” he grins, and you two turn back to looking at yourselves together in the mirror. He looks so handsome and sweet and he only wiggles a little when he sits for his hair to get finished, once you two can be begrudgingly separated.

You look around for the shoes he picked in the many boxes the designers had sent over until he makes a soft noise of distress. You hurry to him, and when he sees you coming and his smile widens as you walk, the layers of the skirt swishing around your bare feet.

"Here she comes, God, have you seen her?" He says proudly to the team surrounding him. They laugh and nod.

"We have. She's beautiful, you're both so lucky," Anna answers him. He winks at you and looks at her.

"You have no idea," he hums, and when you come over to him, his face is lit up with joy.

“You made a noise, handsome, what’s wrong?” you ask, and you place your ear close to his mouth for privacy. He shakes his head and he pulls out his phone, typing something. You hear yours ding and you grab it, reading a text he sent so no one would risk hearing it.

Do not. I mean under any circumstances. Bend over again. Please Mama.

You return to his side and kiss his cheek, squeezing his hand twice to show you understand, and you switch your phone, wallet, and both passes for the carpet and dinner into the clutch you were loaning for the night. He tugs you closer, and by the time you've settled in his lap, his hair is done and you are showing Anna some ideas.

"What if he just had a little mascara and lip color? Just subtle," you bite your lip, looking at Aust when you talk. His hands touch you everywhere he can, and he tilts his eyes up like he always tells you to do for mascara.

"Good boy," you praise and Anna and her team exchange a look. "None of you heard that," you say firmly and they all blush and nod.

"Yes, of course," they hurriedly agree and they follow your suggestions.

"Do I look good?" He asks when they're done and you lean in and kiss his cheek.

"You are so beautiful," you smile and you try to slip your feet into your heels without bending over, but Austin shakes his head.

"So do you, but no heels until we're downstairs," he reminds you, kissing your cheek softly. The soft pink of his lips and darkening of his eye lashes only add to his ethereal beauty, and you hear a camera snap as the two of you look at each other. You turn around and Anna smiles.

"I'm sending it to you then deleting it," she promises and you grin.

"Thank you," Austin says quietly, and adjusts his stance. You lean in close and whisper,

"Color?" and hug him close by his waist.

"Green," he whispers and you nod. He takes you carefully down the stairs and he hands you a jewelry box.

"I did say there would be more surprises,” he winks at you. “For you, my love," he smiles.

"What-" you ask and he opens it for you to reveal a set of white gold teardrop earrings set with burgundy jewels, and a layered white gold chain with matching gem pendants, one small and one large. The larger jewel rests between your breasts when he puts it on you and the color offsets and brightens the deep black color of your gown. He kisses your neck when he does the clasp, which settles oddly on your neck.

"Baby, the clasp feels heavy," you reach your hands back to feel and he smiles.

"It's a charm. Subtle, but it has my initials on it," he smiles and you blush, looking up at him. He's wearing his engagement ring and the necklace with your initials on it as well, and you run a hand through his hair.

"I love you," you whisper. He leans into the touch and looks at you with wonder and adoration.

"I love you too," he says quietly, then kneels to put your feet one at a time in the Louboutin pumps you selected for the evening. You look down at him and Anna comes down to grab your phone and snap more pictures with it. Austin pushes your skirt up and presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. Thankfully Anna gets a photo, and when you help him stand, he gasps a little.

"Color?" You whisper.

"Green, it pressed against my... spot, though," he huffs, a blush dusting his cheeks, and you squeeze his hand.

"Time to go, Prince, you okay?" You ask and he smiles down at you, bringing one hand up to gently cup your cheek and he presses a kiss to your lips.

"I'm great, My love. Come on," he grabs your hand and leads you out the door, Anna and her team hurrying out quickly behind you. They take the first elevator, at Austin's insistence, and he holds you by the waist in his arms.

"You look so beautiful," he hums. "I meant to say earlier. I couldn't find the words, but, thank you for not looking at me differently," he says softly. You turn in his arms and look into his eyes.

"What do you mean, Baby?" You ask, brushing his hair out of his eyes where it had fallen.

"After you touched me, and made me cum by playing with my ass, you still look at me the same way. I'm no less of a man in your eyes for enjoying that," he raises your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckle right above your engagement ring. "Marry me, Mama," he grins and you kiss his lips softly before kissing his ring finger next to his engagement ring.

"Planning on it, Butler. My strong, capable, loving man," you assure him and he smiles, kissing you tenderly until the elevator doors open.

"We're not staying long," he smiles and you shake your head.

"Not long at all, Baby. You're being so good."

The Red Carpet turns out to be an exhilarating experience. Austin holds your hand and leads you everywhere the cameras flash, begging for your attention. You both try to keep your left hands out of sight, and Jenn, your boss, comes up to you both for some pictures, looking fabulous in a black velvet plunging gown.

"Keep smiling," she says through her teeth. You pose together, and she says "Your leave has been approved and I fired Sarah," she tells you both and you and Austin exchange barely concealed looks of unbridled joy. Austin hugs her in full view of the camera.

“You need new clients, right?” He asks. “That’s the point of this?”

“More or less,” she giggles, smiling at him.

“Well, let’s make that happen. Thank you for taking me and my relationship seriously,” he says, giving her the million dollar smile that is just so.. Austin. "Let's take a picture, you and me," he suggests, and he puts her arm around her as they pose for some photos.

"Those will be great for us, Thank you" she says when they come back to your side, and Austin looks happy too.

"Yeah, it will. Just a token of his appreciation," you giggle as Austin poses playfully.

"I guess I'm the bell of the ball, although looking at you two, I don't know how that's possible," he winks at Jenn and he kisses your cheek. His mascara and lip color look amazing in the light and when he stands next to you once more, he gives you the look he gets in his eyes when he can't see anything in the world but you. You guide him gently towards the next section of hungry cameras, and when all eyes are on the both of you once more, he takes your left hand and places it on his cheek.

"My Mrs. Butler," he whispers, and twirls you into a low dip and a passionate kiss. The crowd goes wild, and the flashing lights get brighter, but you don't really notice. When he pulls you back up, you pose in his arms and he gives a smoldering look before you continue on down the parade of people wanting your attention.

Dinner is quick thankfully, but after the first course, you can see trouble stirring. The room is warm, and the lights are bright. Austin is charming and gracious as ever, but he doesn't have time to breathe much, and, he notices, neither do you. Young male stars of every type approach you and give you the sparkle he knows well; it’s how he looks at you. What makes it all the worse is at some point your hand left its place on his leg. The plug feels so present inside him, and he wants to whine and cry and make you pay attention. Checking the time, constantly, he knows you haven’t looked at him in almost 45 minutes. After they clear the final course, Austin practically yanks your hand to him, double taps the inside of your palm and whispers, "Yellow, Mama, come on," and he stands on wobbly legs. You hold his hand and when you're out of sight and ear shot of the crowd, he pauses and looks at you.

"Bathroom?" He asks, jaw tight and eyes hardened and cold. You nod, electing to take him to the private VIP bathroom

"We can lock this, and there's places to sit," you explain and he nods, breathing through his nose as you lock the door behind you. When you turn to him, you take his hands.

"What can I do, Baby Boy?" You ask and he tugs you down on to the couch. His hands wander over you, feverish with possessive rage, and then land on your waist, gripping a little.

“You can stop shoving your tits in the face of Miles Fucking Teller,” he growls. “I am plugged. I am dressed in clothes you picked,” his voice is rough but the push on to the couch he gave you was so gentle.

“Austin, I’m sorry, I was working!” you say firmly, trying to set some boundaries. He isn’t having it; he looks perfectly coiffed and debauched all at once, and you know you won’t be able to hold out. He gets on his knees and pushes your dress up, once hand resting on your stomach.

“Austin, what are you doing?” you ask. You’ve been passive to his anger since leaving the table, letting him get his frustrations out, but at some point you know you need to offer grounding and consistency. As much as you like it when he runs wild and free with your body as his sub, you don’t appreciate the attitude when the roles are reversed.

“I’m your baby. You are my mama,” his eyes glint angrily. “I’m reminding you of why you like it that way. Why you don’t like it when other people touch me. Why I don’t like it when other people stare at you,” he pouts and you bite your lip. He sounds distraught, and wrecked.

“Okay, baby,” you nod. “Take what you need.”

“Yes, Mama.” His head disappears under the fabric of your dress, hands caressing your thighs, and then his mouth is on you. His teeth clamp down on your panties over your clit, and you feel the scraping sensation against your sensitive swollen bud. He sucks the dampening fabric hungrily, then tugs them down your legs with his mouth.

“Baby!” you whine, and he smirks.

“Glad to see your attention is finally where it belongs,” he smiles, rubbing and kissing your thighs before diving back in. His tongue flicks over your clit repeatedly, then pushes inside you, sucking hungrily at every part of your pussy he could possibly access without using his hands. He loves this; even when you don’t limit him, he challenges himself. Only his fingers, only his mouth, only his cock. He loves the feeling that just part of him is better for you than the whole body of any other lover, and he’s infuriatingly correct. You are painfully close already just from the attention on your clit and his tongue paying loving attention to your g spot. He pulls away from your entrance to go back to sucking your clit, and all it takes is him humming against you while licking you where you need his touch most. You cum with a soft cry, and then a louder shout of his name as he swirls his tongue over the outside of your clit, and a more powerful orgasm pours out of you, almost knocking the wind out of you.

“Holy shit! Baby Boy!” you gasp, panting as he licks you clean, then pockets your panties, looking up at you. He spreads your legs and snaps a pic, and you hide your face.

“Panties, a pussy pic, what next? What can I get you?” You want to be sarcastic but it comes out as a moan.

“Look,” he grins, getting up and laying next to you, showing you the photo with his head on your chest.

“Holy shit, how rough were you?” you gasp, looking at the pink abrasions across your pussy.

“Mama, it’s my lip color,” he whispers. “I would never hurt you,” he soothes you. “But to be honest it scared me too.” You look at each other, and you see some darkness in his gaze as you giggle together about the mixup, and he adjusts the way he’s laying down. He's laying on his side, which only adds to the worry nagging in your chest.

"Austin, please use your words, what hurts? What do you need?" You ask, nuzzling his hair softly.

"Its really overwhelming," he says softly. "My ass feels... full, I'm aching in these silk pants, and everyone is making so much noise. I just needed a second of no noise, taste, smell except Mama and my pussy," he sighs, hand going up your dress again so he can just gently pet you.

"Do you need it out?" You ask, rubbing his back. "No judgment, Prince. You've been so good. Do you need it out?"

"No," he shakes his head. "It's grounding me. Keeping me so connected to you. Just needed a break," he explains, pressing his lips between your breasts.

"You've earned a million treats," you assure him. “My good boy,” you stroke his hair and kiss his still slick lips.

"Thank you, Mama," he smiles and kisses you again. "5 more minutes?" He asks and you shake your head.

"I think we should go home," your hands wander into his hair, and his hopeful eyes widen.

"We can leave?" He asks, hardly daring to believe it.

"We can and should leave," you confirm and he stands up carefully, hips rolling briefly as he sits up and his ass makes full contact with the edge of the couch. He shoves the panties in his pocket, and he licks his fingers clean.

“What if we stayed for dessert, and you pay attention to me more in front of everyone?” he asks. “If you don’t, I’ll suck on your panties in front of your boss,” he shrugs nonchalantly.

“Austin,” you say firmly. “Is that how good boys behave?” you ask, hand slowly stroking his neck, reminding him of what you could do to him.

“I want to be good, Mama, but being good doesn’t get me anywhere. You stopped touching me. You stopped looking at me,” he pouts and your eyes flash. He wants to play.

“We will go back to our table, I will show people how much you mean to me, and you can keep that little panty power trip if it makes you feel like a man, but when we get home, you’re mine. No questions asked. Only a red will get you out of it this time, Baby. If you wanna play, those are the rules,” you say coolly, squeezing his neck a bit. His eyes are sliding in and out of focus, and through his pants, he looks hard enough to burst. You smirk and look at him, forcing him to make eye contact with you.

“Mama, yes. God, yes, please,” he swallows thickly. This, as it turns out, is what he wanted, and you were happy to oblige.

“Okay then. Color?” you ask, kissing his cheek and fixing his lip color.

“Green. You’re so beautiful,” he smiles softly. You wrap an arm around his waist and look at him.

“Not as beautiful as you,” you say quietly.

“Pause,” he says sharply, then picks you up, places you on the counter, kisses you so deeply and passionately you fear for the state of your makeup, but you quickly lose even those thoughts in your head. You cling to him, kissing him back and then at last he pulls away and helps you down, fixes both your faces, and your dress.

“Unpause,” you say, grabbing his hand and taking control again. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he grins shyly, and then you return, hand in hand, to your table.

Thanks to Austin bringing his aching heart to your attention, you manage to avoid any behavior that would cause him to publicly suck on your panties for attention, and dessert goes as well as can be hoped. Austin feeds you a bite of cake and the camera catches you two being extremely cute together. The blush on Austin’s cheeks looks placed there, but he’s just getting flushed and a little overwhelmed again. Jenn wanders over before the speeches begin, takes one last photo, and then looks at Austin.

“What did you do to him?” she asks you. You look away, not remotely about to tell her the truth, but Austin provides a satisfactory enough answer.

“She stopped touching me and flirted with people because she’s good at her job, and I got mad so I took her panties but now I wanna go home,” he grins at her and she lets out a shocked but genuinely amused laugh.

“Get out of here you two,” she says and you really don’t need telling twice. You call for the car, grip his hand and practically run out of there, Austin’s free hand pawing feverishly at you. He knows, however, that he’s in for it when you push him into the car with a smack on his ass, and you settle across from him in the spacious limo instead of next to him.

“Mama,” he breathes, trying to get into your lap, but the toe of your high heel presses gently on his clothed erection and pushes him back down. The choked moan and deep breaths coming from him make him sound like a gravely wounded animal, and you ask him for his color.

“Green! I think! What the fuck, Mama?” he whines, hips rolling against your shoe, which hasn’t moved.

“That was a nice bit of honesty with Jenn, angel. You’re lucky it went well,” you purr and Austin grunts.

“I wouldn’t have done it with anyone else and I wouldn’t say anything about the plug! Promise!” he whines and you nod.

“I believe you. I’m glad for that. That’s my good boy. Want me to move my foot?” you ask, pretending to absentmindedly check your phone while messing with him, but he lets out the most hollow whine you’ve ever heard.

“I want your attention!” he snaps and you set aside your phone.

“You have it,” you assure him quietly, moving your shoe. “I can let you grind on my shoe or you can play with me to your heart’s content on the way home, but you absolutely must not cum until I tell you to. And I won’t tell you to, under any circumstances, until we’re back home,” you inform him honestly, wanting him to have all the information.

“I want you,” he whines. “But I was bad. I should have the shoe, just… Please don’t press too hard,” he begs, and you smile and nod.

“Good compromise, Little Prince. I’m proud of you for knowing you crossed a line.” You press the toe of your shoe to him again, your painted toenails glinting in the low light and the dress falling open at the slit so he can see your bent leg and bare pussy. He gulps and tries to focus, and much to his own surprise, and your pride and joy, he follows the rules the whole way home.

When you get inside, he’s insistent; hands on your hips all the way up, kissing you everywhere he can, and no amount of rule making that currently comes to mind would sufficiently deter him. He’s an animal, but a seemingly wounded one. There’s a vacancy in his eyes again, a deep well of suffering that cannot be quenched by what you have planned. He collapses on to the bed after you get upstairs, staring up at you, and he honestly looks like he did when Elvis asked Priscilla if she still loved him. He is going to a place you don’t want him to go, ever.

“Baby, are you okay?” you ask, stroking his legs and undressing him carefully.

“I feel.. I feel empty,” he whines. “I know I’m plugged, how ironic is that? But I need something,” he rubs his chest. “I need to be owned, Mama, do we have like, a collar or handcuffs or a whip or something-” he rambles, listing crazy possibilities one after the other, and you stop him.

“Okay, whoa, we have some of those things, Austin, but that’s not the solution when you’re feeling like this. Let’s start simple,” you suggest, helping him sit up, and you finish getting him naked. “Undress me,” you ask. “Only you can do it, no one else,” you look into his eyes. He’s aching hard, and still a little out of it but he looks more like himself from that boost of confidence alone. When you’re naked, he tugs you close to him, holding you tight. You get both of you on the bed, and you look at him.

“No toys, except the one you already have. We’re gonna try a new position, okay? Nothing but Mama being in charge of you, and loving you, and giving you the attention you deserve, but we can talk about anything you want first, Baby. Mama hurt your feelings, huh?” you ask and he clings to you.

“I just want you to be proud of me. I know you were working. I let you down,” he says, looking ashamed. You frown and stroke his hair.

“Baby, I am so proud of you. We worked it out, and you ate my pussy like a damn expert. And, you did it all while making it clear what the problem was, and you communicated clearly to me what it was. Why would I not love my best boy?” you ask, and he smiles, giving you a little kiss.

“I’m Mama’s? Mama’s mine?” he asks and you nod.

“Absolutely. This position will help ease that ache for you, if you’d like to try it tonight,” you say and he nods.

“Now, please,” he blushes, kissing you more deeply. You sit up and you look at him.

“Okay, Baby,” you smile, suddenly feeling a little shy. “We’re going to try the amazon position.”

His eyes light up, and he eagerly lays back, grabbing the backs of his knees, spreading out for you.

“Please, Mama, I’m so hard,” he begs, and you lean down to kiss his thighs, rub his ass a little, and make him the center of your attention. His little gasps and moans reveal that you’re hitting the mark, and you help him support his knees. He sighs gratefully and his hands tangle in your hair. “Mama, don’t tease, please, I’m such a good boy,” he whines when you kiss his cock, and when you look up at him, there are tears of pleasure streaming down his face. You smile fondly at him, and you sit up, still holding his knees for him.

“You ready, my love?” you ask, stroking his face as you use your body to support his legs, ready to sink down, and he nods. “You’re just the most beautiful little pillow prince,” you tease lovingly, as you position your legs on either side of him, sit forward, and guide his cock inside you. The pleasure is immediately intense for the both of you, and Austin is rendered motionless. His breaths come in little pants, stomach rising and falling rapidly, and you lean forward, fully resting on your knees.

“Color, my Prince?” you ask, and he looks into your eyes.

“Green!” he moans. “Please, move Mama,” he begs, and you do. You start riding him, slowly, but it feels too good, and you grip his thighs, squeezing and rubbing his trembling limbs.

“Feel okay, baby?” you ask, voice cracking as your folds grip his cock when he hits your g spot just perfectly. “This feels so so good,” you gasp, rocking your hips down and rubbing your clit on him shamelessly.

“Mama, I’m gonna cum!” he cries, and you lean forward to play with his nipples, making him arch up, trying to buck his hips. The pressure on your clit drives you close to the edge; you’ve been on edge since he took your panties and pleasured you in the bathroom. Loving Austin had given you a new standard in life when it came to sex; once with him was not enough. You needed more of him, always more, and he indulged your cravings as you indulged his. The room fills with the sounds of your moans and cries, and the tears pour endlessly down Austin’s cheeks. He is mad with desire, sobbing beneath you.

“Mama, let me cum! Please! Let me put a baby in you, you look so pretty, wanna give you a baby and suck on your tits and make you cum!” he cries out, filthy words tumbling out of him freely, and you lift up off him before sinking back down, roughly rubbing your clit on him each time. The tight coil of heat that’s been building for hours snaps, and you gush all over him, squirting as his cock rams into your g spot.

“Come on, Baby! Cum for me! You can do it, give me a baby!” You scream, and he cums immediately after, babbling and whining, and reaching for you. He softens inside you and he cries harder.

“Y-yellow… Red… I don’t know Mama, it’s so much, make it stop,” he begs, and you immediately lift off him, and ease his legs back down.

“Plug out too, Baby?” you ask and he nods. You stand up, feeling his cum leak out of you, and you do something you’ve never done before. Leaning down, you caress his face and kiss him.

“Let me carry you,” you whisper. “Put your arms around me.” He does and you lift him easily, getting him out of bed. You carry him to the bathroom, and you set him on the edge of the tub. “I know we already had a shower, but you’re having an epsom salt bath, with petals,” you soothe him and he nods. You fill the tub, and add the salts, and the rose petals.

“Thank you, Mama,” he hums. “Can you take it out please?” He stands up and bends over, turning away from you and you can see his whole body is shaking.

“Of course, Prince, I’m sorry if it seemed like I wasn’t listening,” you soothe him, rubbing his back and his ass as you pull the plug out of him, and he whines, but then sighs in relief.

“Thank you Mama,” he hums, and turns around immediately to hug you. “That was fucking amazing. All night, my whole body was on fire, and I was floating, and there was only you,” he sighs, face buried in your neck.

“Gives you an idea of how I feel about you,” you say softly, and he moves to look into your eyes. He gazes at you, searching your face, then pulls you into a deep, filthy, sweet, all consuming kiss.

“I am so in love with you,” you both say at the same time, and burst out laughing.

“Alright,” you giggle, kissing him briefly once more. “Into the tub, you big sweetie,” you smile and he slides into the hot water, sighing happily. His eyes slide closed, and he reaches for your hand.

“Get in the tub, Mama, my pussy is all full of cum and making a mess,” he purrs, and you shiver at his words. You get in with him, as he asked, and you yelp when he instantly pulls you toward him, rubbing your stomach and nuzzling your chest.

“You’re so good to me, Baby,” you praise him and he smiles proudly.

“I love you. You’re wonderful to me, I’m glad you feel the same way about me, because loving you is all there is,” his voice is soft against your skin.

“Austin, you’re my world,” is all you can say. The love he feels for you leaves you breathless, and knowing that you’re finally loved by someone the same way you love them is a new, but wonderful feeling. “I didn’t know it could be like this, I really didn’t.”

“Neither did I, Mama,” he smiles and kisses your chest.

When you get out of the tub, there will be sheets to check, although you hope you didn’t make a mess this time. There will be things to do, outfits to hang up, things to put away, and bedtime routines before you can lay together for the night. But that could wait a little longer. For now, there was you and Austin. You needed nothing else in the world.

#you light my morning sky #sub!austin #austin x mama #austin x reader

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