#velvet x paul

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Please, Destroy Me. 18+ Mdni

Characters: Paul Stanley, Velvet Von Ragnar, Etc.

Pairing: Vonstar.

Setting: Mid 80's/Futuristic 80s!

Au: Venom Velvet.

Summary: ‘’Don’t deny what you are, baby. Don’t deny that you are a pervert and like things that are out of this world that people might not like in return, but instead…’’ She goes, more tentacles sprout from her back as she stands up, taking off each of her clothing, throwing it on the ground or into bushes as she stared into Paul’s eyes as she spoke with a hint of sultriness and sensuality, lifting Paul in the Air.

‘’Relish in it, Relish in your desires, the taboo, the forbidden, the ugly…’’

She changes slowly in front of him, giving him a clear view of what he saw in the bathroom that day, growing into the thing that made him not sleep and function for a few days after, made him think about what he wanted and asked her to do this with him out in the open like this as she changed and changed, Resembling The very thing that made his....

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⚠️Warnings: Paul has a gun, Vaginal sex, MonsterFucking, transformations, monster cock, piercings, squirting, dirty talk, lore, metaphors, hair play, Subdrop, rough sex, tentacles, alien sex, Fleshlight position, various sexual positions, Creampie, humiliation kink, fingering, fisting, degradation, praising, Ask to Tag (more on A03).

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Note: the beginning is a bit wonky but it gets better ^W^

AlsoonA03🐙~

As you wish, Starlight - the fic that started it all!

‘’Polish them, pet.’’ Velvet demanded, yanking Paul’s leash. Bringing him closer to her as he walked on all fours with a lust full look in his eyes, looking directly at her with no shame at all as he was all bare before her with his hairy cunt and pert tits all out in the open in the middle of the day in….

Public. 

Luckily with no one in sight or clear of what’s happening as Paul settled in front of Velvet crotch, sniffing the front of her pants intently as clearly smelling the very thing he wanted as he rubbed and licked against the front for a while before undoing them. Letting her monstrous cock out in the open as it thumbed and beat on the top of his head, feeling the strands of his hair sticking to the sweaty cock already while the cock itself moved through the waves of his hair, he gulped….

She chuckled, grabbing the base of her cock. Smiling deviously at the display her lover was acting as he just sat there and let her mess up his hair with her cock as she moved it around more on top of his head, getting it fully coated in the shampoo he put on today in the shower as he moaned and shiver before her, sniffing in the insatiable scent of hers that drove him crazy and reminded of the smells like Pumpkin and spice.

Sending heat to his abdomen as a fire started to yearn and burn inside of him that made his cunt ache violently as he resist the urge to touch himself, grabbing and cupping her large balls in his hands, staring at them like they were the most rarest jewels in the world before he went and started to plant kisses all around the balls, feeling bits of his hair touching his mouth while he went at them insanely. Licking them gently all around to the point they were squeaky clean, making Velvet groan and purr with pleasure.

‘’Ohh….Good Boy~.’’ She cooed, complimenting him sweetly. Moving her hips slowly back and forth, wrapping Paul’s curls around her cock. Feeling them stick completely along with them crawling on her like little bugs or her enemies she could stamp and crush on in an instant with using only one ounce of her strength, destroy completely from the outside like how she plans to destroy Paul from the…

Inside. 

‘’Keep Going, Dearie. Keep going!’’ She urged, Paul obliged. Grabbing her balls with his mouth, suckling on them like milk, licking the sensitive skin with that dashing tongue of his as he left a trail of his saliva behind in his midst, getting more praised as he took her balls in his mouth, gnawing and almost chewing on them with those teeth of his that sunk in to her skin, nearly tearing and almost making a wound big as a stab wound that had Velvet breathing shakily and huskily.

Thrusting her cock up in the air, almost pulling out some of Paul’s curls as they were tightly wrapped around her cock securely. Nearly making Paul stop his motions with her balls but nonetheless he kept going. Circling his tongue in slow motions, putting his hands on each side of her thighs, getting more of that spicy smell of hers as his cunt started dripped on her foot from the immense heat in his core, closing his eyes as he truly enjoyed the taste of his queen he truly worshiped, obeyed and loved with all of his might.

Slurping up all the ball sweat she was producing, twisting and turning his head around each time he swallowed the musky fluids from her balls, relishing in her compliments and moans as he ravaged her balls with that sweet mouth of his.

Licking between them as he pleased, rubbing his head against her cock as his pink collar gleamed and glistened from the sun as the diamonds on it made him shine like one to in some sort of way as he started to squat, spreading his legs.

Letting a cold breeze graze his thighs, touching his pussy, he mewled.

His hands shaking, wanting to finger fuck himself or rub himself against Velvet’s leg like some some animal that needed something desperately to quell the ache inside of that’s burning up like crazy as the wind breeze became stronger. Touching his pussy a few times, making it tingle and drip with each touch.

Goosebumps formed on his skin the more he resisted, sinking his fingers deep into her thighs. Trying his best to concentrate on the balls that were in his mouth, groaning from the taste once again, he gave more of his mouth to her as his mind went wild. Trying to convince him to touch himself as his fire grew more hotter and unbearable while Velvet moaned his name on her lips.

I mustn't give in, He thought. Thinking about the agreement between him and Velvet earlier today when they were getting up in the morning and Paul suggested they should try something new since Velvet….

Got a new modification, well a new…

Upgrade, so to speak.

Upgrade that brought out the Monster in Velvet and a side in Paul that had them both talking and planning from a few days before, making Paul get up early and want to try the new ‘’upgrade’’ out…in public.

(‘’I was thinking.’’)

(‘’About what, dearie?’’)

(‘’About everything that happened since you woke up from that fever a few days ago, waking me up with a roar that should’ve scared the shit out of me but instead i wasn’t and i went to you immediately, thinking of the worst that might’ve happened to you and saw….’’)

(‘’What? What did you see, Stanley?’’)

(‘’I saw…’’)

(Paul turned on the light immediately once he entered the living room, looking around the room, he noticed pieces of furniture that were ripped apart and thrown in places throughout the room, surrounding him with a array of destruction in his midst, he spotted the couch that was bare and a bit broken with no one on it except clothing that belonged to…)

(‘’Destruction everywhere…’’)

(Vel! Velvet! Paul yelled, running up to the couch frantically looking at the mess of the clothing on the couch that was torn to shreds with no blood insight. Did she get kidnapped or sniped, Paul thought. Scared at the thought of his lover possibly dead or injured, he was about to call anyone for help as he was looking and searching for any intruder in sight. He picked up a gun, in case the intruder might attack or ambush him, holding the gun up to himself.)

(‘’A weapon to protect myself…’’)

(lights were going on and off in a matter of seconds, making it hard to see throughout the room as Paul walked through halls and rooms, searching for Velvet and anyone who dared to enter there home, who dared to pick a fight with him and her, who dared to cross paths with a famous crime lord and a criminal who’s known for killing their victims swiftly and thoroughly with no mercy. The lights were getting in his way, messing up his vision but alas he stood his ground and went on until he found a long hall that led to the bathroom where….)

(‘’I saw a light…’’ He breathed, looking up at Velvet who’s listening intently to him)

(He walked slowly down the hall, hearing painful groans or growls coming from the door as he got closer and closer to the door…)

(‘’Heard…You, which I thought you were in pain or fighting with an intruder in there. I loaded the gun with a few bullets i could find-’’)

(‘’Were you scared?’’ Velvet asked, caressing Paul’s cheek.)

(‘’To be honest, I was but…when the love of your life is not on the couch resting along with chaotic stuff happening all around and I hear those sounds But you…’’)

(He stands near the door, swallowing nothing but air. Sweat brews around his forehead, dripping down his while he leans against the door, trying to hear anything with his good ear. Planting it perfectly onto the door, now noticing scratches and bits of blood on the floor that made his heart race dramatically as the fear inside of him went up to one hundred, he wanted to get away and hide but no…he’s not running away or hiding. Not when his other half is in danger.)

(Velvet, you in there? Paul whispered, quietly as he could. Not wanting to alert a possible intruder nearby when he’s near a vulnerable spot where there’s no advantage at his point of direction or aim to help him when someone might attack him. He leaned into the door more, his face fully on it. Velvet, if you're in there say something, anything! He spoke, breathing heavily.)

(‘’Velvet..”)

(Breath quickened, lights flashing, heart racing like his mind, sweat dripping down his face then onto the gun as it dripped on the floor, swallowing nothing once again, mouth wobbling, can’t move at all, Everything and himself were silent…)

(Nothing going on…)

(No sound…)

(No noise…)

(Except For Paul’s beating heart)

(Badump)

(Badump)

(Badump)

(He breathed, it beats)

(Badump.)

(As a final warning before…)

‘’Fear…Goes out the window.’’

(The Scream.)

(A loud piercing roar like thunder exploded from throughout the room, shaking Paul and everything in its wake as Paul attempted to cover his ears and stay still but to no avail he was rock backwards onto to his back as the scream became louder and louder, almost making his ears ring and bleed, the scream was so powerful and frightening to hear, it might’ve been heard around the world, probably out in space due to how loud it was…)

(SHIT!! Paul swore, struggling to cover his ears as the scream grew more earth shattering as the paintings and picture frames on the wall started falling and rocking back and forth like there was an earthquake, gritting his teeth. Paul put the gun into his pocket, getting up carefully, ignoring the blood coming down his nose as he went, breathing in and out as he walked through the screams, staring at the door with nothing to lose, seeing the light underneath it.)

(I don’t know whoever or whatever you are, but i’m not backing down without a fucking fight! He screeched, wiping his nose. Walking through the wind of the screams, as it got higher and higher. Hurting his ears so much he wanted to curl up and cry out in pain but no, nothing at this point will stop him as he gets closer and closer, his hair all a mess, heart beating dramatically as his veins were being filled adrenaline so much he couldn’t feel the blood dripping from his nose anymore.)

(‘’If you fucking hurt Velvet or even….killed her, i’m going to put a bullet in you and make you feel sorry for ever entering our home!’’ He yelled, almost tripping before he grabbed the golden doorknob on the door…)

(‘’You’ll do that for me?’’)

(‘’of course, anything. Even if…’’)

(He banged on the door with his hand and body, twisting the knob frantically, kicking the door with his foot, eventually breaking the door down…)

(‘’it kills me.”)

(‘’you’re that devoted to Me, huh?’’ She said, wrapping her arms around Paul.)

(‘’Deeply devoted, Mon Cherie’. Deeply till the end of time itself, i will stay devoted to you no matter what.’’)

(Paul fell down along with the door, the scream went down by a little but not so much as a few things were being thrown and broken onto the ground by something that’s creating a mini dust field between them, his nose bleeds as he slowly gets up…)

(‘’Even if I have this ‘’thing’’ in me, you’ll still stay with me?’’)

(He grunts, taking his gun out from his pocket…)

(‘’Yeah, you're still you. Nothing’s changed except….’’ He gently grabs Velvet’s face, looking into her eyes as they changed color for a sec, he leaned into her face, both of their foreheads touching…)

(Raise your fucking hands now! He roared, lifting his gun up, aiming it directly from where he stood as the screams became lower and lower but got more intense as a monstrous hand came out fast at Paul…)

(‘’Except what, Darling?’’)

(in a flash of light, screams, Paul backing away just in time, the gun went off like a bomb, hitting something…or someone as the screams stopped as the dust cleared bit by bit…)

(‘’Except you…becoming..’’)

(Paulie….)

(Velvet?)

(‘’The Most…’’)

(The dust clears, the couple meets each other’s view for the first time since the destruction, gazing into each other’s eyes, Paul notices that Velvet was different, she was there by her face showing but everything about her has changed…)

(Her skin that was normal and rough had turn into a mixture of pink and black that’s swirling throughout her body as his eyes trailed her body like a prey, seeing everything from her hands and nails that were trimmed and painted from the night before had now become long and sharp like the tungsten nanoneedle that can cut through anything with a single touch from the tip….)

(Her teeth were sharper than the nails, the colors around her neck were swirling together like a painting that’s becoming a mural the more he stared, then came along her height….)

(‘’Breathtakingly…’’)

(He started at her feet, then went up and up till he noticed she stopped at the ceiling. She was normally six foot and sometimes seven foot with high heels but…this time…She towered over him like a monster…a…Alien…)

(They make eye contact, his eyes..golden and hers…white as day.)

(Stanley?)

(‘’Gorgeous Woman in the world, that i am happy to have my sight laid upon and be blessed by such beauty just like…’’)

‘’You.’’ Paul blurted out, Velvet looking down at him with a smirk, catching him off guard. Stopping herself playing with his hair, her hand went and tilted Paul’s chin as she held his leash between her fingers, looking him straight in the eye, he blushed.

‘’Thinking of me, little deer~?’’ She cooed, bringing him closer. Breathing her hot and sweaty breath out on him, he inhaled like it was drugs, letting it fill him with such ease. Breathing out shakily, he swallowed the remnants of her sweat before he spoke…

‘’Yeah, i was.’’ He answered, gazing into her eyes.

‘’Of the day?’’

‘’Mhm…’’

‘’Were you really that aroused when you saw me like that?’’ Velvet questioned, curiously. The blush on Paul’s face spread further, going to the tip of his ears. Caressing his cheek gently, feeling her foot getting wet from his juicy cunt dripping, a sign that he’s getting more aroused as his fire gets heat up like a furnace. ‘’All huge and monstrous like the aliens in the movies you watch and stories you read when you think i’m sleeping or when your alone?’’

‘’Y-yeah..but how do you know that?’’ He questioned, embarrassed.

‘’Honey, i can see how your face lights up when you see the alien on screen nor how you get so much wet thinking about how you need to be fucked desperately by one of them till you can’t walk or talk.’’ 

‘’W-what, no i don-Agh!’’ He moaned, feeling something touched his pussy. Slithering between the walls of his labia, touching and playing with his cunt thus latching on to it pumping it, making him mewled and body tingled with pleasure. ‘’Oohh…’’

‘’Yes, you do baby. Fingering yourself as you dream about monsters taking you while i watched or you using that big dildo of your’s to make yourself think your being fucked by a monster that could easily crush or make you a…slave, am i right~?’’ She teased, grinning madly. Making the tentacle pump Paul’s clit more, as another goes wrapping around Paul’s hand, trapping them securely.

‘’No, no no, i don’t ever think of those things or even do them, i could neverrrrrr-fuck!’’ He groaned, the tentacle pumped and pumped, his clit swelling up in it as electric shocks went through to him, making him shake as another went out. Spreading his legs so far and wide, his pussy was out to the world.

‘’Your pussy says otherwise, dearie. Look~.’’ She cooed, pointing down at his cunt. Paul looked, his eyes widened at how wet and soaking his cunt has become, Velvet’s foot soaked in his fluid, his bush completely watered as well, thighs slathered with his fluids as the tentacle does it work on him, making him mewled, holding back a moan in his throat, he shakes his head.

‘’That doesn’t prove anything, i-i-don’t ever-’’

‘’You do, don’t deny them Paulie. Your mind is such a raunchy and disgusting place, i want fuck it as i look more into you.’’ Velvet declared, seeing Paul’s face change brought life into her cock as the veins started to protrude out as the cock grew and beat violently in front of Paul’s face.

‘’Don’t deny what you are, baby. Don’t deny that you are a pervert and like things that are out of this world that people might not like in return, but instead…’’ She goes, more tentacles sprout from her back as she stands up, taking off each of her clothing, throwing it on the ground or into bushes as she stared into Paul’s eyes as she spoke with a hint of sultriness and sensuality, lifting Paul in the Air.

‘’Relish in it, Relish in your desires, the taboo, the forbidden, the ugly…’’

She changes slowly in front of him, giving him a clear view of what he saw in the bathroom that day, growing into the thing that made him not sleep and function for a few days after, made him think about what he wanted and asked her to do this with him out in the open like this as she changed and changed, Resembling The very thing that made his pussy tingle, drip and heart race frantically.

His breath quickened, the tentacles sucked on his tits, slithered around his body like a snake, lathering him in the stickiest slime ever while a tentacle spread his pussy and started massaging with mini tentacles that latch onto it in no time, he clenched. Sharply moaning, feeling it touch and kneading his insides.

‘’The Beautiful.’’ She spoke, lifting him into the air until she stopped directly at his pussy. Gazing at it while the tentacle did their job, pumping and sucking on him like he was energy as she observed and lifted her hand, touching his soft and blemish skin.

Planting a kiss on his womb, before making indents in his skin with her nail all the way up to his belly button.

‘’What’re you doinggggg ohhhhh-!’’ He cried out, the tentacle pulled at his tit, twisting them roughly before going back to suck.

‘’Planning darling, just Planning.’’ She chuckled, smiling innocently before going back to his skin as blood dripped down from his body, her nail getting covered and coated with his blood before she stepped back and smiled with her work. ‘’There we go~!’’ 

‘’Ah…ah..ah..huh!?!’’ Paul moaned, looking down and his eyes widened, looking at the marks Velvet created that left blood dribbling down his skin, the pleasure intensified as the tentacle sprouted more tentacles, poking at his asshole or any hole they can entered while they played with him like a fiddle. ‘’What is this!?!?’’

‘’The very thing you hidden deeply in that mind of yours my love, the very thing you dream of or talk with me at night when your deeply in the mood to be destroyed internally…’’

‘’You m-mean…that?!?!’’

‘’Yes, I mean it. The thing that would leave you unable to walk or talk for a while after i’m done with you, imagine it my prince! it’s going to be so fucking fun when…’’ She sniffs the hairs of his bush, nose deep. ‘’I break you, so the only thing you could think of…’’

Her cock grows and comes out, reflecting in Paul’s eyes like a mirror. Growing and bulging out thus changing from a twelve incher to sixteen inches in a matter of seconds, beating in all of its glory, the skin on it peeled itself back with no problem, revealing the true skin underneath the foreskin, the piercings on it grew it as well, making them bigger and quite sharp as Paul notices bumps and ridges around the cock. 

‘’Is me.’’ Velvet breathed, taking the tentacle off. Smacking Paul’s pussy, crying out as she smacked it once again before slipping two of her fingers into him, feeling how empty and wet he was, twisting and curling her fingers inside of him, pleasuring him. Thrusting both of her fingers in and out in motion as he screamed and mewled from how big they were.

Feeling his walls intently, touching the places that made him squirm and quell with arousal. He wailed, the long tip of Velvet’s nails made him go in a frenzy, making him squirmy, throwing his head back, being held up as he was helpless in Velvet’s grasp as she thrusted and jackhammered her fingers inside of him as she grinned and cooed at him.

Grabbing his pussy, spreading his folds wider with her other hand as she inserted another finger inside of him, massaging his raw walls in a fast and slow motion at the same time, he bit his lower lip, whimpering from the intensity of those nails that scraping his walls as they went deeper and deeper, She spreads his folds more.

Looking deep into his cunt, he moaned.

‘’So empty…’’ She groaned, grabbing onto her cock. Pumping it as she inspected Paul’s cunt with a watchful eye, examining him thoroughly and closely, pinching his clit with her nails, he let out the nastiest sound that fueled Velvet the more she touched him. ‘’So sensitive…’’ The tentacle pulled and bit Paul’s tit, he mewled. ‘’Very sensitive…’’ She hastily breathed, spitting into his cunt, seeing it dribbled down into the unknown, he shivered.

She then added a fourth finger, drenching her hand in his sopping wet fluids, becoming more turned on and feral from those whimpers and noises of his, she pumped her cock once more, going over the rigids and pumps that spiked her arousal harder, making more blood in her veins rush violently, face growing hot as her skin heats up.

Growling, she pumps faster. Sinking her fingers deep into Paul as she licked her lips and thrusted her hips up in the air, gripping her hand around her cock tighter, she went and went while her thumb pushed down and rubbed Paul’s clit that had him choking on his sobs that echoed loudly.

‘’So loud, so loud, Very loud…’’ She grunted, looking up at Paul's face. He was drooling and tears were almost streaming down his cheeks when she pushed her fingers down inside of him, almost making him burst.

‘’You haven’t touched yourself recently haven’t you?’’ 

‘’No..no..no, i haven’t…not since that day in the bathroom where i helped you back to bed and i…’’

‘’You…’’ She goes, stopping her hand motions.

‘’i-i-i-Hnnng!’’ 

She pressed down, pinching his clit.

‘’You did what? Tell me Starlight, tell mommy what you did while I was out~.’’ She demanded, singing a little. Doing her hand motions again but putting her whole hand in him, fisting him as he struggled and struggled with his words as he melted from her hand rearranging and churning his guts like he was nothing but butter. Breathing in and out, as she moved her hand and played around with him for a bit before becoming face to face with him.

‘’Tell me, Starlight~.’’ 

‘’I-i-i-i-’’ 

‘’Or…’’ 

‘’I-i-i…’’

‘’You don’t get your reward.’’

She proclaimed, causing Paul to blurt out that sent her rolling and a big smile to form on her face that showed off those pure whites of hers.

‘’I FUCKED MYSELF WITH MY OWN STRAP THAT WAS ATTACHED TO YOUR PILLOW AND USED ANYTHING THAT WAS AROUND ME TO QUELL THE UTTER FUCKING ACHE THAT WAS BURNING ME!!!’’

‘’Anything?’’ 

‘’ANYTHING! EVEN YOUR VIBRATOR!’’

‘’My vibrator? i don't have a-’’

‘’TOOTHBRUSH! YOUR TOOTHBRUSh!” He heaved, stunning Velvet.

‘’Oh…nice.’’ She chuckled, leaning deep into the front of his pussy. Licking her lips, her tongue trailing along the side of her lips. ‘’So…that’s why it tasted like you~.’’

Paul turned his head but one of the tentacles turned him back to face Velvet.

‘’What else, baby? What else?’’ 

‘’The remote…’’

‘’Is that all? Or is there more, my little lamb?’’ She asked, Grinning. Wanting to hear more of Paul little adventures when he was pent up and alone in there room without her that night, her cock stiffening as he nodded thus went on and describe in great but graphic detail of the things he put in and masturbated with his pussy that either broke, wouldn’t work or went ‘’missing’’ in the crossfire of his lust taking over him.

Her cock Stiffened and stiffened as he revealed more, loudly hearing purrs and growls as he told and she moaned, fingering the tip of her cock while she fisted him, they both mewled and squealed from the pleasure and the way Paul was talking about the things and how he did them until…

‘’I’d even…took a…a..a’’ Paul groaned, looking away.

‘’W-what did you t-take?’’ She huffed, squeezing herself. Sweat dripped off from her, breathing hotly on Paul’s cunt. Her face was wild like fuck as she growled and panted like a madwoman while Paul stuttered and struggled with his words until eventually he revealed what he did next…

‘’A cucumber….’’

‘’And…?’’ She asked, he turned. Closing his eyes, breathing out.

He gulped.

‘’Fucked myself with it till the burn went away, squirting and coming on the side of your bed till i passed out from exhaustion.’’

‘’Fucking hell Stanley. Fuck!’’ She groaned, throwing her head back.

‘’You're in that much need of my cock aren’t you, you dirty slut?’’ She grinned, fisting him. Twirling her fist, pounding his cunt as she plunged and jackhammered him as she teased and degraded him.

‘’Yes!’’

‘’Willing to defile yourself once you see something big like me and use anything in your wake to diminish that nasty little burn of your’s inside of you, huh?’’

‘’YES!’’

‘’Such a dirty little fucker! Are you a dirty boy, Paulie?’’

‘’YES! I am a dirty boy!’’ He answered, she cackled.

‘’Do you think you need me to punish you after what you did to my things without my knowledge or permission? You know that gets me thinking baby, wasn’t that the same cucumber you used when you fed it to me the day after? Was it?’’

‘’I don’t know! Maybe!’’ He squeaked, his lisp coming through.

‘’Aww, is my boy embarrassed by his actions~?’’ She taunted.

‘’I’m not embarrassed!’’ 

‘’Don’t lie~!’’ 

‘’I’m not lie-aHHH!’’ 

‘’Once again, your tender heat says otherwise and so does that wondrous face of yours.’’ She smirked, pulling her fist out completely. Seeing his fluids pour and seep out onto her hand, filling her madly with arousal. ‘’Hmmmm~.’’

She purred, smashing his fluids together with the tip of her nails. Seeing it glistened and shined in her eyes as it dripped down her arm. Spreading all over her arm like nothing, it dipped and dripped while she opened her mouth. Her long knife-like tongue coming out as a snake, Paul watched as she licked his fluids with no shame. Licking and lapping it all up, wrapping her tongue around her hand then onto her arm, making lines in her skin.

Swirls even, putting a show on while he let out a moan that urged her further. Closing one eye while the other stared at Paul, twirling her tongue in circles like it was dance. Imagining there was rhythm and music too, moving her tongue side to side.

Putting and sliding each of her fingers inside of her mouth, sucking them deeply enough her whole hand almost went in. Her cock thumped and beated even wiggled a bit which caught Paul’s eyes and Velvet’s too, she smirked as she licked and pumped herself till there was no more of Paul’s fluids on her.

‘’Ahh, Delicious.’’ She breathed, smacking her lips. Her cock wiggled again, looking down at it. It was moving by itself, shocking them both while it brought more flare to them both.

‘’A-are you doing that?’’

‘’No…but it seems that the creature is enjoying this, Interesting~.’’

‘’Can it hear us or…see us?’’ Paul whimpered, feeling a bit exposed. Almost covering himself before the tentacles tightened their hold around him again, along tightening around his thighs.

‘’Of course, darling~.’’ She answered, itching near his pussy.

‘’They really like what i’m doing to you, here.’’

‘’They could tell?’’

‘’Yes, baby. They could also tell from the way you're acting, you're definitely into this. My dirty exhibitionsit~.’’ 

‘’H-have you been…communicating with this thing the whole time?’’ Paul questioned, Velvet’s tongue withdrew from her mouth, unhinging her jaw grotesquely, her skin ripping apart by itself as he looked on in fear and excitement, shaking even. ‘’Has it…been..hurting you?’’

‘’Not at all, dearie.’’ She spoke, her voice altering in two different tones. Placing her hands underneath his plump cheeks. ‘’Instead, they’ve been giving me some pointers and advice on how to pleasure such a lovely man like you who’s in desperate need of a Alien Woman from outer space to satisfy a human like you~.’’ 

‘’Pointers and…advice…Why?’’

‘’Because it seems time for a Good boy like you needs some extra lovin from my tongue~. Am i right?’’ 

‘’Tongue?’’ 

‘’Yes, baby. Tongue first then a pounding from Mommy~.’’ Velvet said, her tongue going slowly at Paul.

‘’Wait! I don’t think it’s going to fi-HNGGH!’’

‘’It fits. Oh it fits.’’ She slurred, the tip of her girthy tongue entering Paul. Tasting his insides immediately, thrusting her tongue in and out as she extended it to the point she was deep in him. Slurping and slathering his walls, working him more open than she did with her fists, her mouth fully sucking on his vagina. He mewled and wailed from the tongue entering and lapping at his insides.

His nerves becoming inflamed and crazy from the rigids and bumps from the tongue, arching himself backwards while Velvet ate his pussy out from the inside, going up against his cervix while one of the bumps from her tongue was teasing his clit. He screamed his heart out as Velvet tasted and consumed him without mercy.

Drenching her face when she penetrated his cervix a little, squirting all over her while he frantically squirmed in her grip, clenching on her tongue, choking on his sobs violently while Velvet pinched his rump with her nails, sinking them deep in to his skin. Humming to herself, tasting the delicious and sweet fluids of her lover.

A tentacle wrapped around her cock, thrusting it up to the tip then to the base.

‘’Your tongue! Oh! Your tongue!’’ He cried, thrusting his hips onto her tongue. Clenching harder on it, not noticing the tentacle wrapping around his neck stealthy as it neared his mouth, coating his face in some of its liquid. Swiping at his mouth, trying to enter it as he kept on screaming and wailing with pleasure loudly.

‘’Oh GOD! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!’’ He repeated, the bump on the tongue flicking his clit quickly and fastly as Velvet made noises with her mouth. Letting Paul know how much she’s enjoying her dessert of her favor, puckering her lips as she smothered his pussy with her saliva and stains from her lips that were covered in red just for this occasion alone.

Leaving a trail of marks of red behind, twirling her tongue in circles. The tongue made Paul’s pussy sting and overstimulated, the bumps and rigids ran past Paul’s walls, making them too sensitive for his comfort, marks of themselves formed in the flesh indicating where the spots that’s making him like this were helping his pussy becoming loose and loose.

Easy for Velvet’s tongue to dive in deep but I digress, she wanted to save the big moment for later when it was almost time for the cock to be in charge. So, she continued her motions of swirls and twirls with the dance of her tongue. Leaning her head back, her tongue extended so long it dangled from her mouth like nothing.

His body jerked, she passionately fucked him with her tongue.

Sliding in and out until he finally became looser enough as she slowly and gently took her tongue out of him making the bumps and ridges along with the texture on her tongue rub across his walls intensely and extremely pleasurable, he moaned and howled as the tongue was exiting his pussy, the sides of the tongue wouldn’t stop touching his clit until Velvet came out…

Pop!

With a loud pop that caused Paul to orgasm and convulsed in her grip, the orgasm so strong and out of this world he sobbed as he came in her mouth, directly spraying as she swallowed it all, his pussy stinging and swollen. He shook, tears peeking out from his eyes while he watched Velvet swallow and lick the remnants of his fluids from his hole and herself as the tentacle wiped his face.

‘’I..came…’’ He whined, heart racing. His head was all fuzzy from the extreme sensations just from the tongue only that shouldn’t have been possible but it was since the creature inside of Velvet was telling her what to do and how to do it in the way of their kind. ‘’Oh….’’

Paul’s fluids dripped down his thighs, Velvet changed and maneuvered him a little while changing positions as he shook and trembled from the aftershocks of his orgasm, placing herself on the ground. Him dangling from above while he hovered over the monstrous cock that prod and rubbed at his vaginal entrance.

Twitching when the tip touched his clit.

‘’Oh…fuck…’’

It can barely fit, Velvet thought. Watching the cock move on it’s own, trying to enter Paul but due to how big the head was and the length it seemed impossible, so she maneuvered him a little once more as he was more higher above her cock, literally directly under it as she eyed him carefully with those white eyes of her’s.

He’s looser and more open with slickness, so maybe this will help, She thought. 

‘’Stanley~.’’ She hummed, looking up at him. He didn’t hear her, so she called him again.

‘’Stanley sweetheart, can you hear me?’’

‘’Yeah…oh..yes…’’ He groaned, biting his lip.

‘’Do you trust me?’’

‘’Of course…I’m Mommy’s…good boy.’’ He slurred, the aftermath of his orgasm taking hold of him for a little bit, smiling sheepishly.

‘’You are a good boy aren’t ya?’’ Velvet asked, complimenting him.

‘’The goodest boy of them….all.’’ He grunted, clenching on nothing but air. 

‘’And what does my good boy want me to do?’’

‘’I want…’’ 

‘’I want…’’ Paul repeated, struggling with his words. The heat inside of him burning stronger as more shocks of electricity run through his veins causing his nerves to go haywire and his true desires start to show as he throws away what he has left, unleashing the desperate and deeply perverted side in him.

‘’I want you….’’ Paul goes, his lips wobbling.

Velvet leans up, wanting to hear him clearly.

‘’You…’’

She smiles, he continues.

‘’To..’’

Biting her lip, he breathes out.

‘’Ravage my body, punish me and….’’ 

Her cock wiggled, She breathed huskily.

Tentacles loosening their grip, they look at each other. Seeing themselves in both of their eyes despite the differences in them now like the height, bodies, everything that made them different to others from the outside made them compatible and love each other on the inside that made their relationship blossomed and bloom like no other.

Their eyes shined, his mouth opened.

She listened, the tentacles loosened

‘’And…And…and.’’

‘’What?’’

He stares at her, taking a breath as he said….

‘’Please, Destroy me.’’

‘’As. You. Wish. Starflower.’’ She declared, before…

Dropping Paul…

The tentacles went and unlatched from him…

Everything felt like in slow motion, Velvet watched him fall from above.

Paul Watched Velvet from above, his eyes widening as everything felt fast to him but slow to her while his hair flowed and she smiled from seeing him fall as…

Directly landed….

On….

Her…

Cock.

Piercing his pussy like a sword, penetrating his cervix in an instant. Going all the way up inside of his womb, choking on his scream. He leaned his head back in shock at what Velvet just did to him, feeling more of the bumps and rigids with a side of piercings it was super extreme. Panting heavily, he shivered.

Not wanting to move, his thoughts aren’t able to form. The cock wiggled and beat inside of him, he yelped. Biting and gnawing on his lip, teeth almost piercing his skin. His heart rate going from normal to a hundred, his butt was jiggling from the fall. The tentacles were hovering over him as they were watching him pant and tremble. She was balls deep inside of him…

He moved, mewling. 

‘’Oh my god….’’

He moved again, a sharp shock passed through him.

‘’Oh!’’ 

If he moved, there'll be more shocks and more fuel to the fire Which Velvet secretly….

Knew. 

‘’You said you wanted to be destroyed, do you?’’ Velvet asked, calmly. 

Paul nodded, mouth still agape, while his eyes trembled.

‘’Well then…’’ She goes, moving in a flash of light. Putting Him on the ground holding up his legs by his shoulders with her large hands, her feet firmly planted on the ground, looking at him with a hungry look as he panted and whined. He looked down, the sight of penetration from her cock made him quiver as he looked back up at her with…

Her look in his eyes.

‘’I’ll make sure….

Pulling out her cock inch by inch, watching the look in Paul’s face twist frantically from the sensations as she pulled and pulled until her tip was the only thing in him, facing him with a determined look, she leaned into his face, folding him. Pushing his legs down, he breathed his sweet wet hot breath in her face along with the shampoo smells of his swirled and went up her nose like a drug.

She grinned, he moaned.

The cock beated, his pussy stung.

They look, she spoke.

‘’Your destroyed then, now scream…’’

She slammed down into his pussy, hitting his womb.

He screamed, She chuckled.

‘’And moan my name like the good boy you are~.’’ She ordered, growling.

Plunging her cock in and out at a erratic and reckless speed that hit all the right places inside Paul, rummaging against walls as she fucked his womb, smashing and hitting so violently. Paul screamed, watching her cock going in and out without stopping.

Panting feverishly, his core was hotter than hell on earth as his pussy was punished and pounded. All he could do was wail, scream and moan Velvet’s name like it was a prayer as she grunted and growled with each thrust that came at him like a wrecking ball. The bumps and rigids on the cock battered against his womb so much, his body shook.

His eyes went into the back of his head, biting his lip. Her monstrous balls smacked against him, creating a flesh smacking sound that echoed loudly. He let out a shaky breath each time he felt her hips shake or the cock grinding in him. Velvet watched the looks on his face while Paul watched hers, both of them breathing fastly at the same time.

Slamming down harshly on him, he cried!

‘’VELVET!’’

‘’That’s right baby! say my name!’’ She yelled, pulling him closer to her. Tightening her hold on the man, pile driving him so much they created music that was so disgusting and nasty it was unbelievably hot. She grunted and growled like a monster, feeling the absolute greatest she had ever felt in a long as the thing inside her fed her more smutty and insane ideas that made her go faster and faster like a supernatural being. Paul could barely even see her but her cock as it went up and down inside of him.

She growled like a beast, sweat and fluids dripping off her body. The sweat either went on Paul or they flew off from her due to her pace, stretching him so much she mewled from him clenching alone, balls smacking against him more. Her animalistic and feral side came out as she roared and snarled like a wild animal, pumping Paul with so much fuel and energy, she digged her feet needle like nails into the ground, digging more into the grassy patch while she dug into Paul.

Focusing on his face, with a snap of her fingers.

All the tentacles went at them both, sucking and prodding both their bodies with mini tendrils or slime, they were all over the place. Some went on Paul’s tits, other’s went on Velvet’s mommy milkers, latching on to the nipples. Feasting on nothing but fluids, the mini tendrils swirled and licked around the nipple leaving marks or trails of slime behind while the other tentacles…

Wrapped themselves all over the couples body, slathering them in slime that was a weird mixture of white and pink. Moistening them, making them slippery, rubbing up against one another as the tentacles moved and bounced or with each other. One was playing with Velvet’s massive balls while the other was making Paul’s asshole pucker up like a sweet old sundae surprise on a tuesday night, making it wet enough to enter.

That asshole was hard but not as hard as the tentacle that was near Paul’s mouth successfully went in, deepthroating Paul all the down in his throat past his esophagus, almost passing that even. Jackhammering and fucking his mouth as it thrusted and thrusted harshly in there,  puling it self back and forth like the one on Velvet’s tits.

Twisting and turning them so hard, they’ve might’ve bled but that would’ve brought more arousal to Velvet as she brought more tentacles out, covering both of them in a shield of tentacles that groped and fondle there bodies gently and roughly with those tendrils. Some of them were soft as dove, the others had spikes on them that whipped the couple, making them both moan with pleasure so loud it echoed back to them like a chant.

A chant that was forbidden or taboo to do in times like these, The tentacle behind Paul finally penetrated his asshole, thrusting upon instantly at his G-spot. Ramming into it ferociously and mindlessly as Velvet made out with the tentacles, kissing and wrapping her long tongue around the tentacle. Slurping, licking and swallowing all the slime up in her presence as she thrusted and rolled her hips, striking Paul’s womb once again.

He jerked, She rammed.

Strike one!

She kissed, he slurped.

Strike two!

Both the tentacles thrusted in his mouth and hole.

Strike three!

This is going to be a long night you might think but no worries. As Velvet kept striking and stabbing Paul’s womb with her nightmarish dick, she was almost close but not too close as she pounded Paul with a mighty frightening force of a monster, she howled. Going desperately fast at a lightening speed she felt like she was more than a god as she roared.

Snapping some of the tentacles in half with no mercy, getting some of there blood sprayed on her face as bit and ate some of the tentacle that kept sprouting after the other’s had been bitten and eaten due to her feral side catching up to her as she tored off the tentacles from Paul’s tits, seeing them all swollen and red, she grabbed them and started kneading them like bread.

Slapping her tongue onto them, wrapping it around one of his breasts as it curled as the tip of her tongue peeled itself revealing mini teeth inside. She latched her tongue onto him, pulling his tit as she rubbed and groped the other, giving and showing Paul the different ways of insatiable pleasure while she coated him in saliva.

Closing her eyes, hearing his muffled moans while he jerked from the thrusts and her tongue, his mind was all over the place as she checked it, making sure he was okay in his mind and body, taking in his body language as he came once again. This time on her cock, she can feel him already over stimulated, too overstimulated and at his limit already but for how long though as the heat in her abdomen went slowly but not as fast like Paul’s.

His heat was spiraling out of control, too busy with the tentacles as they fucked him within a inch of his life with her cock in him.

I need to try something different, something more pleasurable, Velvet thought. Thinking of the many sexual positions she had researched and tried with Paul beforehand that’ll make her explode, trying to think of that’ll work specifically well enough for such a good lover like him and her, one that’ll get their blood both pumpin and jammin in no time.

She thought and thought, trying to think.

Doggystyle?

No.

Full nelson?

No. 

Missionary? 

No.

She thought for a few minutes until…

Bingo! She found the right one.

With another snap, the tentacles one by one went away just in time for the one In Paul’s mouth to spurt and filled his mouth his there own version of there cum, filling his mouth so much, it was hard to swallow, some of it dripped out, almost coming out from his mouth or…nose but nonetheless…

It didn’t.

Before he let it all out, Velvet caught his lips in hers. Taking and sharing the liquid with her, he pushed into it. Moaning as they tangled their tongues together, exploring their mouths as they both drunk and swallowed the fluid until the last drop, snacking on each other. Velvet let go of his legs, he wrapped his arms around her.

She sat up with him in her arms, grinding into him gently as he mewled in her mouth. Planting her hand on his butt, she moved him around. Working his muscles, her stomach coiling a bit while she moved and puppeteer his body, arching his pelvis….

‘’Velvie….’’

‘’Paulie…’’

They groaned, pulling apart for a while then going back in. saliva dripping from their mouths, faces covered with spit, slime and fluids, Velvet’s tongue cleaned Paul’s mouth as Paul coated Velvet with his.

She escaped, he whined.

Hushing him with kissing down his neck to his shoulder, massaging and lazily thrusting the inside of his womb, nibbling on his skin. Leaving little bites behind that were noticeable as she kissed and suckled on them, he moaned her name and leaned into the kisses she was giving that was very lovely and so good to him. 

Pecking him softly on his skin, his arm, his hand and to his right ear. She kissed and licked, treating it tenderly with no problem. Being careful with the recent new ear that was crafted and created for him that lead him to get the surgery he finally wanted, she doesn’t want to ruin it as it brought more confidence in her man since he went through a hell of a time after.

That led to strengthening their bond together and getting closer as days and years went by.

Days and years that…

Velvet deeply loved.

‘’You feeling good baby?’’ Velvet asked, purring.

‘’Yes…very good, so good i could just come again….’’

‘’Do you want to come again?’’

‘’I do…but what about you?’’

‘’What about me, hun?’’

‘’You haven’t come and i’m worried that i’m not doing enough to make you come…’’ He said, a bit scared.

‘’Oh honey, you are doing enough!’’ She goes, caressing Paul’s cheeks. ‘’You were making me lose my mind with those screams and moans of yours!’’

‘’I know that, but usually you’d be….cumming inside…’’

‘’Oh, i know.’’

‘’Then am i doing something wr-’’ Velvet hushes him, silencing him with her finger. Staring into him, leaning into his face.

‘’Your not doing anything wrong, get that thought out of your head.’’ She spoke, pulling him closer, her hands going down to his waist.

‘’You're satisfying me, even if I haven't come yet. Your satisfying me like no other, i know you like topping me and letting me come first while you come last, i know you focused so much on pleasuring me you sometimes forget to pleasure yourself….’’ She said, soothingly.

‘’And that sort of makes me feel happy to have a partner focus on my needs but baby, you also need me to focus on your needs too and fully indulge in those fantasies you have, the fantasies that may shock me i must say but in fact aroused and fascinate me like you do.’’ 

‘’Vel-’’ 

‘’You may feel still embarrassed after this, but don’t embarrassed at all when i’m still here by your side, keeping all of your secrets and fantasies to myself so no one would know about them since your…Mine.’’ 

She said, moving slowly.

His eyes widened, gasping.

‘’No matter how we fuck, we always satisfy each other. We both may not know it but we will when….’’

She stood up, holding him by the legs.

He looks, stuttering.

She gets in position, shes…

Ready. 

‘’The Time comes, so Paulie…enjoy this as…i…’’

She purrs, he moans.

‘’Break. Your. Mind.’’ 

Velvet declared, proceeding to fuck and use Paul as a fleshlight. Smashing into him, rearranging his guts, pulling him down by his legs. Using her strength on him as he screams out to the world as he heaved and moaned with every noise and movement he made, his tongue coming when she jammed into him. Her balls went deep, hitting his pussy with every smack and hit that was thrown upon him in a matter of seconds.

Manhandling him, gripping his waist with her nails. His skin bleeds as she jackhammers and fucks him like a toy, using one hand as she groans from using him as she fucks the heat away inside of her, plunging and ruining his fleshy walls, the bumps and rigids pouring into the fleshy walls as she holds him in her grip.

He sobbed, tears falling from his eyes. Getting Velvet turned on more, she loved seeing him cry as she abused and used his poor cunt so much that he was almost too sensitive to the point of becoming numb. The cock hit his womb, she pushed deeper down on him.

He wailed, clenching.

She went at him, turning him around. Grabbing his arms, rocking her hips back and forth, not missing a single beat as she gave him backshots. Slapping his pussy with her balls, his butt jiggled and jiggled.

‘’Oh…oh..oh…OH!’’ He panted, breathing in and out frantically. His insides were melting into one as he became nothing except a fucktoy as Velvet split his pussy in two, being bounced up and down in a supernatural pace, he trembled and took it like the little fleshlight he was.

Moaning all the way, showing off that angelic voice of his with every chance he got as she pumbled and stuffed him with the cock of the century. Singing his heart out as Velvet grunted and groaned from the insides of Paul heating her core up violently as she sucked in her breath and kept going without stopping.

‘’Fuck! Yes! That’s it!’’ She growled, turning Paul to face her. Unhinging her jaw, her tongue slipped out and went to Paul, wrapping around his neck. Her hips stuttered, going for an even brutal pace while the tongue peeled itself again, proceeding to Bite Paul’s neck for the time being, as the lovers enjoyed themselves to the fullest.

Relishing in this act, relishing in a fantasy that was always impossible now has turned into the possible for Paul. A fantasy where they can roleplay and do acts where it would be exhilarating and exciting to film like a movie or a porno even, a world where their enemies can be torn to shreds in a matter of minutes if they dared to bat an eye at him or her.

They would be worshiped and treated like royalty if they managed to take over the world like this…a world….

Lead by both of them.

The King and Queen of Los angeles!

Paul moaned, the thought of it droved him crazy as he was fucked and fucked till his brain was nothing but mush!

‘’More!’’ He cried, mewling.

‘’You want more from mommy!?!’’ 

‘’YES!!! Fuck me, fill me, make me bleed!!!’’

‘’Bleed? Oh honey, I'll make you bleed but not with red but with my Seed!’’ Velvet howled, pounding Paul’s pussy. 

‘’Fill you up so much, i‘ll fucking know where you at from just the trail of cum your leaving behind!’’

She rammed, his eyes crossed.

‘’Make you a daddy even! Want mommy to make you daddy? Huh, Starflower?’’

Her cock trembles, he yells.

‘’Yes! Make me a daddy! Swell me up with your cum!’’ 

He lost his mind, she smiled.

‘’I’m going to make that pussy explode and break! Make you walk around naked like the disgusting exhibitionst you are and use you when i fucking need you! You hear!’’

‘’Yes! Use me anytime! I don’t fucking care anymore, take me and use me like the toy i am!’’

‘’And who does this toy belong to huh?’’

‘’You! Only you! Mommy!’’ 

‘’Damn. Fucking. Straight!’’ 

She yelled, he screamed.

Heat spreading over their skins, skin prickling with fire. 

Growling, squealing. 

Stomach coiling, mind racing.

Muscles tightening, butt almost clenching.

Cock twitching ready to explode, pussy….so fucking numb.

The lovers pant, they look.

They see, flames so strong.

‘’Vel-’’

She slammed, he screamed as she….

Exploded his insides.

He screamed out her name, Velvet held him tight.

Filling him and filling him, his womb becoming full with her seed. His stomach grew and grew with it, he moaned as she held him down and creamed him like a pie, her cock gurgled as it spurted and ejaculated inside of him.

‘’Holy Fuck!!!’’ 

‘’Ahhhhh!’’ 

She kept on filling him, swelling him up. Groaning as she grinded and churned inside of him, the rest of the cum leaving her as Paul was blown away by the massive amounts of cum that was in him swirling and falling down between his thighs as she slowly thrusted, his eyes were hazy and cloudy as he babbled and drooled.

Velvet shakily breathed, feeling the rest of it finally leave her yet spurting out trickles of cum a little.

‘’God damn…’’ She murmured, setting paul down. sliding out of him, watching her cock leave his swollen and numb pussy as he trembled and convulsed from the aftermath of it all, head twitching, breathing slightly. She looked and watched the cum pour around his thighs noticing something as she bent down with a tired and amazed look in her eyes….

That made her extremely proud.

‘’Look at that, pussy all opened wide. Filled with my seed.’’ She gleefully said, touching Paul’s pussy, he trembled. Pussy so wide and opened so big, it gaped, Velvet saw everything as the cum bubbled and leaked out of Paul.

‘’Mnnh…Velvie…’’

‘’I think you could take three more rounds after this.’’

Paul huffs, trembling as he looks up.

‘’I-i-i don’t think i can take another round Velvet….’’

‘’Oh, we’ll see about that baby. We’ll see…but for now let me enjoy seeing you like this for a little longer.’’ She panted, watching more of the cum leak and pour out as Paul laid back, passing out immediately and eventually falling into his own world as she watched and observed him closely. Looking for any wounds or cuts, she could find to be healed when they get home. 

She looked and spotted some wounds and marks but nothing major, she saw her red lipstick smeared into his skin. Creating a beautiful pattern of red that brought a shine to Velvet’s face, all was quiet.

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and flying up high in the clouds that were pure white as the sky was bright blue while the flowers a few yards ahead of them were flowing and dancing in the wind. Especially the roses, Paul’s personal favorite. Without a thought, a tentacle came out randomly, flying and reaching out to the flowers. It plucked it, flying straight to Paul so quickly…

Velvet didn’t notice until she’d seen the tentacle put the rose between Paul’s ear, making him look so at peace when he’s dropping. She caressed his face, glancing at the tentacle with a possessive look as she transformed back into a human, holding’s Paul’s naked body close to her. Stroking his hair, hiding his face into her shoulder.

Her eyes crimson as the night, stared daggers at it.

Almost digging her nails into Paul’s skin, face crazy with a wild expression.

She speaks.

‘’I appreciate what you were saying and helping me with but remember….’’

‘’Remember what?’’ A voice came out, Velvet leaned into the tentacle as…

She mouthed…

‘’He’s Mine.’’ 

After Many thoughts, revisions, rewrites and all, I finally came up with a au for Velvet using Venom on Paul in ways I fucking love describing in this fic I wrote, loved the way I thought of her becoming a monster and fucking Paul till he exploded with ecstasy from the roughness of it all!

This is the beginning for Venom Velvet! so Beware~

also...

i heard and knew you guys wanted more Venom with Gene, I know but i'd been having hard time writing Gene as of late so hopefully this will do something as I keep on writing and thinking about some stuff I could incorporate into fics like oviposition or gangbangs!

Anyway, I hope you guys really enjoy this as I did writing and hoped you have tissues nearby cause....

it's a mess that can't be cleaned up without monsters involved~!

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And anyone who comes across this! I give you the best and fantastic love/luck ever!

Mwah~

Love, Butters!

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[jpnriikicore]

── tan lines and light eyes

paring paul aron x fem!reader, word count 467, genre fluff, ( masterlist )

he leaned against the doorway of the balcony gazing at the spectacular view with the orange in the sunrise standing in only his boxers with his blond hair disheveled. ocean crashing against the shoreline. seagulls flying in the morning sky.

clothes lying on the floor from the bed to the front door. your faded rogue lipstick on the collar of his white button-up shirt that was discarded on the hardwood floor he wore last night. a diamond ring hidden in a small velvet box in his pant pocket that he wore last night and that he’s carried around since their fifth date waiting for the right moment.

you snap a photograph of him in that moment with an old fuji camera you brought along with you. you bend your knee upwards and lean your head forward to rest your chin against your knee as you admire the view of him in front of you. finally, at the realization that you indeed awake from your deep slumber. he didn’t want to wake you earlier this morning with how cute and peaceful you looked with your cheek squished up against the pillowcase and hair sprawled out. he walks over towards you tilting your head up to press a chaste kiss on your lips. he’s head dips down to press gentle kisses on the side of your neck. love marks already scattered across your neck that are going to be almost impossible to cover up. a freshly done tattoo of his number '17' on your shoulder blade.

your arm extended out for a piece of bacon on the food tray that was sent up earlier this morning. his hand follows your arm as he clasps your forearm and presses a gentle kiss on your wrist. he eyes flickering up to gaze at you as you feel him smile against your skin.

“morning, kallis." ( dear )

his accent was sleepy and thicker, as it always was in the morning, his watercolor eyes looked down at you as he lowered himself down onto the edge of the bed settling himself next to you.

“morning.”

you’re both still young and full of ambition to get to your dream. you’ve worked too damn hard to give it up now. a future red bull and mercedes driver. a secret little rendezvous that is hidden in the shadows. nobody else knows about your relationship besides your teammates.

after, finishing your piece of bacon. a giggle escaped from you as he pulled you down on top of him laying on the plush mattress. your cuddled up by his side sharing a chaste kiss. his dominant hand gently grazing her spine underneath one of his shirts. his nondominant hand tangled in your unruly hair. your head resting on his chest intently focusing on the patter of his heartbeat.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024

[theurgists]

⋆｡‧₊°♱༺ WILD THING ༻♱༉‧₊˚.

ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: filming a masterpiece came easy to you, despite how weak the material you were given to work with was. having to do it with someone you harbored such hate for is proving to be a little difficult. but she can simmer your spite with just a touch, can't she?

warnings: 70s au, 18+, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, sexual tension (??), mentions about the porn industry, pornstar!ellie, mentions of weed, weed usage, not proof-read

a/n: yet another reupload, haven't written an updated piece for ellie in a while but i just might after bringing back a shit ton of old works sitting in the drafts for you all to enjoy again ;)

“When I tell you that this is the best script to ever come into my hands, I mean it. But, all I’m saying is that we need some slight adjustments.” 

Glancing at the man in front of you, the twinge of hope that had developed within you just last week seemingly diminished, snuffed out with wet finger pads. You leaned back into the velvet red of the tiny seat, licking the top row of your pearly teeth, watching with low-lidded eyes as he waved his thick hands around — emphasizing how much he meant what he said. 

The sheen of sweat running down his forehead proved how harsh the heat was. More unbearable than usual as of late as the sun beamed with an orange hue through the glass pane of one of the many windows in the sizable van, mugginess forming in a thick cloud — mixing with the smoke from the lit joint between your ringed fingers. 

You crossed a leg over the other, the denim of your bell bottoms rubbing together, uncomfortably sticking to the bare skin beneath from the humidity. Guiding your fingers toward your mouth, you inhaled, listening to the crackle of the van radio as ‘White Room’ by Cream filled the tensed silence, happy toxins filling your cool mouth — the odd flavor combining with the peppermint gum that once twirled on the sides of your cheeks.

Humming, you shrugged. “Like what? Having a man fuck me instead of a woman?”  

A sheepish look came across his features, signaling that your words had made him just a tad disagreeable. You had to bite back the scoff that tried to force its way out of your mouth, shaking your head from side to side dramatically before pointing a manicured finger in his direction.

“You already know the type of shit I do, Paul.” The amused smile that painted your lips was once laced with malice. “I thought we were on the same page when you agreed to be my agent.” 

Paul was a bitter man. Then again, when aren’t men in general upset? Truthfully, you should’ve walked away from him the second you found his disgusting eyes raking up and down the expanse of your smooth legs, alcohol and a wrong impression exuding from his pores, violently washing over you in waves. He tried to chat you up but his words faltered when your eyes narrowed, the annoyance radiating off of your being at his very presence. 

As politely as you could, you told him to go fuck off — will all the disrespect in the world, of course. Eventually, he relented, but not before sliding a withered, folded paper card in your hands before leaving you to wallow alone. But alas, here you were, in the back of a fogged van on your way to film pornography. 

He put his palms up in defense, the buttons of his shirt halfway undone, giving you a visible view of curly chest hair in all its glory. Lifting the right corner of your lip, you grimaced, noting the way he frowned as soon as he saw your pained expression.

Sighing, he clapped his warm, sweaty palms together, figuring it’d be worth a shot to try once more. “I’m just putting my input out there, and -”

You interjected. “Where it isn’t needed. Thank you though.”

Narrowing his eyes, Paul waited until you sunk back into your seat, heaving out a heavy sigh before dragging a hand down his sweaty face. “Look, I know what I said about letting you do your thing with women, it’s what you’re comfortable with. But you’re audience is mainly men.” 

Bouncing your leg, you huffed, diverting your gaze to stare at something else other than him. Your nose hairs burned slightly from the scent and the stuffiness of the small area despite the small open window, it was suffocating. “Something I didn’t ask for. I do what I do for women.” 

“Obviously, but that’s not how they see it. They’re never going to see it that way. Might as well make money off of it … with someone like your audience.”

 Although he had a point, there was a part of you that could never give up on the very limited amount of queer women who enjoy what you do for their pleasure. You had once been in their shoes, scared of the consequences of touching yourself to the thought of women, guilt weighing down on your shoulders so heavily that you felt as if everyone had known exactly what you were into. It was something you had always been so cautious about — glancing at a pretty girl the wrong way, to bat your eyelashes at them as you so desperately wanted. 

The women you had been with had left you with empty sheets, and an even emptier heart, not ready to come to terms with the fact that you were exactly what they liked and not clean-shaven faces and strong-scented cologne. He was right. But, that’s not something you were willing to take with a grain of salt, nor give in like he so desperately wanted.

You took a long drag of the burning paper, reaching forward to snuff it out in the nearby ashtray on the floor before ultimately shaking your head side to side, tendrils of hair falling in front of your face, escaping the small bun you had created at the top of your head earlier. “I’ll take the risk and keep whoever’s filming with me.” 

Paul pursed his thin lips, poking his tongue out from in between to moisturize the dry flesh before nodding curtly, “Okay,” He sighed. “I guess we’re keeping Ellie.” 

At that, your eyebrows furrowed, the skin between them folding as you grew confused. The cogs in your head were overheating — and not just from the scorching heat. Paul knew your resentment toward the auburn-haired girl. Her freckled face sends the flesh of your lips to curl over your teeth in disgust for reasons unknown to everyone but you. It was a tension that always stuck like the strongest glue, hard to scrub off no matter how hard you tried.

 There was just something about her that made your heart fill with a type of emotion that you couldn’t decipher as something other than anger and spite. 

Ellie Williams.

The one person you seemingly weren’t able to get along with no matter how hard you tried. From the handful of small interactions you’ve had with the girl, she’s curt. A little bit of a bitch if anything but then again, so were you. Maybe that’s why the two of you were always going at it, words of hatred being spewed back and forth, metaphorically pushing one another’s chest, trying to see who could take things to a burning point, letting it boil over like a pot full of water on high heat. 

“I see that look on your face, mellow out.” 

You hadn’t noticed the way your nostrils were flared, the way your chest was rising up and down at a rapid pace, your breathing uneven and your hands balled into fists on either side of you. Closing your eyes, you opened your mouth to take a deep breath, letting the stale air fill your lungs before you exhaled, trying to center yourself. 

“I’m neat. Just lost my cool for a second there.” 

You glanced out the window next to him, your eyes darting to focus on any ounce of color you could spot behind the thin layer of dust that coated the outside glass. Taking in the stream of green grass that stretched as the van moved along the road, you sniffed. Paul followed your gaze, turning his torso to join your small viewing party of one. 

The rest of the ride was silent, the only sound reaching your ears, for the time being, was the quiet hum of the radio, the occasional squeak of the van when the driver would brake, and the silent mumbles that came from Paul’s mouth as he muttered quietly to himself. 

It wasn’t an ideal situation for you — having just Paul to guide you through an industry you knew only a handful about. Although the money was decent, you were thriving to achieve more with your life, looking at the porn industry as a last alternative to solve every problem that arose at every corner, chasing you down to tackle you, to beat you to a pulp. 

In a way, the green that would make its way into your greedy hands wasn’t going directly into your pockets. Instead, it was being handed to doctors at the local hospital for your mother’s care, as she had been diagnosed with some sort of terminal illness. Oh, how you loved her dearly, having been raised behind motel walls, the rent was barely paid, saltine crackers being shoved into your mouth ravenously, and inexpensive water being guzzled down your throat due to how thirsty you’d be.

 As you became older and your hair grew longer, the idea that your mother had tried everything she could with you carried on into everyday occurrences as you found yourself coming home with less than needed. It wasn’t until your friend, Jean, had come into your home, a joint and a bottle of Mateus Rose being shared between the two of you as you sat in the expanse of your small, crowded living room that you realized just how serious she was about what she was saying. 

“I know a couple of these fellas down in the city, they’re easy to convince if you bat your eyelashes a little.” She had said it as if it was the simplest thing in the world, and it was. Just for all the wrong reasons. After that, she moved somewhere deep in the valleys of Los Angeles and you haven’t heard from her since. You supposed she was doing well for herself though, having seen her in the papers a couple of weeks ago on your way to the designated filing studio for the day, stepping backward in your heeled boots, grabbing it from the stand much to the dismay of the man who was selling them. 

You were surprised, to say the least, eyes scanning across the big, bold black print. She had gotten herself in the papers for all the wrong reasons, destroying everything she had built for herself in the blink of an eye as soon as she had cheated on her millionaire husband with an even more rich, married man. You remembered the way your eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion and the ‘o’ your jaw had dropped into, the cigarette in your hand long forgotten and burning between your fingers. 

You couldn’t help but feel bad for her, your chest hurting at that path that she had chosen for herself although you weren’t one to judge considering what you were doing for money wasn’t proper either. She was on a better lane than you, trading her dingy apartment for a nice typical picket fence house in the hills, her handmade craft bracelets for pearls, and her bell bottoms for posh dresses. All that aside, she was a nice girl. 

The van came to a harsh stop, jolting forward just enough that it made you shift in your seat, and it was then that you paid special attention to the knot that had formed in your stomach. The uncomfortable feeling caused your face to scrunch up, the expression disappearing as soon as Paul looked in your direction with a smile on his stupid fucking face. 

“You ready, kid?” 

Shrugging, you licked your lips, cocking your head to the side before heaving a dramatic sigh, “I guess so.” 

Rolling his eyes, Paul nodded his head toward the doors of the van, silently telling you to join him in the outside world, figuring that fresh air would do you some good and ease the nerves along with the high you were experiencing. As the doors opened from the other side, the hairs on your arms raised from the slight breeze that the warm air brought, the sun glowing directly into your eyes, causing you to squint. 

Bringing your hands up to cover your face, you breathed out through your nose, blinking rapidly once — twice, the strain that had formed due to the light difference created a dull throb to go along with it. 

“Are you fucking serious, Jeff?” Once that voice reached your ears, you raised your head and immediately came face to face with the one person you were dreading to even glance at. She looked good, that was something you couldn’t deny. The glowing daylight behind her created a halo that made her short auburn hair shine just a little brighter, the freckles on her skin more visible in the Wyoming sun.

The expression that swirled in her green eyes wasn’t something you had the opportunity to decipher as she had turned away from you in an instant. 

Your eyes shamelessly roamed down what part of her chest was visible to you, noticing the white, collared button-down she wore; the first couple of buttons undone leaving her collarbone exposed, a thin layer of sweat forming between her sternum. Loose, boot-cut jeans hugged her hips. Her fingers looped through the belt holes causing the tucked shirt to ruffle slightly, a wrinkle embedding itself into the fabric.

Interacting with her was inevitable and you internally slapped yourself for letting something so stupid bounce across your brain. You were making an adult film with her after all. 

“Jeez, it’s just me, no need to get yourself wet.” She glanced back at you momentarily before averting her gaze once more, leaving you to narrow your eyes as you slid out of the van, stretching your legs. 

You bit back a groan at the sensation of releasing all the built-up tension and ache from sitting for so long, having come from Montana to Jackson, a grueling six-and-a-half-hour drive. The fresh air was nice, so you basked in every second of it before you would have to return to an inside setting again. 

The thought of it sent your mind reeling again, the small pang of nervousness creeping back up onto you in the form of an itch on your elbow that you scratched with your short fingernails, the skin there dry and in desperate need of hydration. 

“I’m not starting with you.” She stated, voice gruff and low as she tapped one of her polished, black pointed-toe boots on the dry dirt beneath her, the leather creasing as she did so with a cigarette in between her right fingers. You could tell she was growing annoyed, and a devious smirk tugged at the corners of your lips before you plucked it out of her fingers, putting it toward your lips to take a drag. 

From your peripheral vision, you could see her point the flesh of her lips in a frown, shaking her head slightly. It took you a fraction of a second to decide that starting a conversation with her wasn’t what you wanted to do, especially watching the way Jeff, her manager, interacted with yours, his jaw tense and teeth grinding together behind his thin lips. The sky was getting darker, the bright blue that was there mere moments ago being stained with a salmon pink, a tinge of sherbet orange below the horizon. The grass around the property was short, thriving with life, and as green as ever with different arrays of flowers, colorful and swaying in the wind.

It felt peaceful, and serene almost until the thought of what you were here for jumped out at you. 

Tapping the butt of the cigarette, you ashed it, watching as it fell an inch away from your boot, pulling it to the entrance of your lips before taking another drag, and exhaling loudly. 

Swaying slightly from side to side, Ellie watched as Paul and Jeff continued to argue, turning to you, waiting until you cocked your head in her direction at her outstretched palm. 

“What?”

She pointed a ringed finger at half of the stick still in your grasp. “Since we’re sharing now apparently, at least let me take a couple of drags too.” 

Huffing, you extended it out to her, snatching your hand back across your chest once she took it from you. “You don’t have a pack of your own?”

“Obviously not or the thought of taking yours would’ve never crossed my mind.”  Running a hand through your hair, you felt the warmness of your tongue against your bottom lip as you licked the layer of dry skin there. The silence that followed after was thick, suffocating almost until you decided with the last shred of dignity you had. “So, what’d you think of the script?”

Turning your body in her direction, you quickly scanned her up and down, taking in the way she shrugged in response before inhaling again. “It was alright, nothing worth getting excited over. Can’t expect much when it’s written by who it’s written by.”

Raising your eyebrows, you silently agreed by nodding your head, knowing exactly what she meant without her having to say too much. Troy, the man who wrote the majority of your scripts, was a creep. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that most of the men in this line of work were as weird as could be, especially when working with women such as yourself who found comfort in the arms of another woman and not a man. 

“Yeah, It didn’t make much sense but no one’s watching for the plot, I guess.” 

Ellie snorted, flicking the cigarette on the ground, snuffing it out with the sole of her shoe, and rubbing at the back of her neck with a hand after. “Yeah.” She nodded, looking off into the distance for a couple of seconds before scanning your face, her gaze lingering on your lips a little too long before they moved again. 

Standing without a word being spoken was the most comfortable silence you had ever felt in a while, so you took the peace to your advantage, your rapid heart slowing down its pace the longer you stood next to her, the wind carrying the scent of pine and cigarettes from her clothing into your nostrils, exciting your nose hairs.

The sound of soles crunching beneath stray rocks and rubble caused you to look up at Jeff and Paul through your lashes, observing how they looked at each other and then back at you. 

Clapping his hands together, Jeff pointed his thumbs over his shoulders, gesturing to the lone house on the land, his brown eyes bouncing between the two of you. 

“Okay, let’s start filmin’.” Turning on his heel, he extended the distance between you three, leaving you to catch follow quickly, the lids of your eyes shutting slowly before fluttering open again. Walking through the wide door, you found three other people gathered around a patterned sofa, their talking coming to a pause as soon as you had walked through the frame of the front door, Ellie right behind. Arnold, the cameraman seemed to be everywhere, and he was a bit of a creep if you were being honest but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. You’ve had your fair share of men being openly odd, sparking weariness within you, and raising bright red flags. Jared was the sound guy, a ribbon microphone practically always glued to the tips of his fingers every time you saw him — and that was often. 

Arnold was the first one to speak, his dark eyes swirling with happiness, a haze of drunkness in them as well. Figures. “Never thought I’d see the day where the two of you were close willingly.” 

Wiggling a finger at you and Ellie, he balanced his camera in another hand, the sound of the door shutting grasping his attention momentarily, zeroing in on Ellie when he had focused again. 

When he had opened his shit-hole of a mouth again, you had tuned him out, eyes locking onto the hardwood beneath your shoes as he explained the little plot of the short movie. Ellie was to play the ‘man of the house’ as Troy had called it, and you were the stunning wife of course, having to cook a pretend dinner and prep the dining table for a romantic night for two before the stares and touches grew heavy with need. The sex scene would take place on the island countertop in the kitchen after you had finished washing dishes. 

Filming was difficult, with time being lost from the handful of times that you and Ellie had bickered about hand placements and the way you were supposed to feverishly lock lips, which had everyone in the room in a sour mood, the negativity spreading within you as Ellie had kissed you harshly during one scene, knocking her front teeth into yours. You had yanked your head back, running your tongue across your left tooth as it throbbed slightly, not intending to shove her as far as you did, and of course, that action elicited a bunch of curses from her and a small ‘fuck, I’m sorry it was an accident.’

In hindsight, your response should’ve been a little more respectful considering that she had apologized but as she put her lips to the skin of your neck, right below your ear, it swirled out of your mind, the words that rose out of your throat being a jumbled mess of moans as she sucked at a certain spot. 

The dull throb between your thighs made you wrap your legs around her waist, creating more friction as the material of her jeans rubbed deliciously against your clothed clit. If there was one thing about Ellie that you were certain of, it was that she knew how to touch a woman, to get them flustered, to have them writhing under her touch, to make them want more.

“So beautiful. Why are you sittin’ all shy, baby?” It was as if everyone else in the room had disappeared, disintegrating into thin air, the camera a couple of feet away from you forgotten as you stared at her, chest rising and falling quickly as your heart started to beat rapidly against your ribcage. Whether that was part of the script or not was something that crossed your mind for a couple of seconds as you stared at her lips, shaking your head a moment after.

“M’ not shy.” 

Grabbing the apples of her cheeks with the palm of your hands, you cupped her face, bringing her lips closer to yours once more, your hot breath mixing with hers as you desperately clutched the back of her shirt into your fingers, knuckles growing white as your nails clawed crescent shapes into her back.

Ellie hummed against you, pulling her head back, a string of saliva stretching between the both of you before she wiped at it with the back of her hand, the way she held eye contact the whole time causing you to rub your thighs together. “Mhm, not shy but very eager.”

It was a low whisper that brought the hairs on your arms to raise slowly, the warm feeling of her fingers tapping the fat of your thighs evoking a small, unintentional whine from you. 

You didn’t care if this wasn’t a part of the script, and neither did everyone else in the room as they all waited with bated breath, their bodies rigid and tension-filled, waiting for your response. 

“Only this eager for you.”

It was true. Your experience with her was by far the best of your career and she didn’t even take unbutton your pants yet, leaving the slick that had pooled in the center of your pants, staining the crotch area, your cheeks developing a rosy tint at how embarrassingly horny you were. 

The freckled girl noticed this, a smirk pulling at her mouth as she leaned closer to you, green eyes fogged with the desperate need to please you, to have you screaming her name until you weren’t able to do so. The hotness of her breath, as it passed through her teeth, made you shudder, your manicured fingers going to rest at the waistband of her jeans, right above the small of her back. 

“You have no idea what you just started, sweetheart.” 

With that, she hastily reached for the button of your jeans, popping them open, her fingers guiding themselves onto your bare cunt, air passing through your teeth as you hissed, the coolness of her ringed fingers coming in contact with your warm flesh. 

The dry chuckle that passed her lips was laced with humor, your lack of underwear surprising her although it wasn’t written on her flushed face. “And you aren’t wearing anything else. You’re trying to reel me in, huh?” 

“Ah, shit.”

“So wet and I only just started touching you.” She drawled, her left arm wrapping around your waist to scoot you to the edge of the green laminate countertop, placing the pad of her thumb on your bud, moving it in slow circles. You clenched onto nothing, bucking your hips into her hand, urging her to press down harder. 

She complied, working her finger against you so roughly, that the slight pinch of pain one of her many rings caused as it skimmed across one of your folds spiraled into pleasure. She rested her forehead against yours, the tips of your noses touching as she continued to please your aching cunt. Biting down on your lip, a muffled moan escaped causing your jaw to grow tense at the knot that had formed in the expanse of your stomach. 

“Does it feel good, baby?” 

Nodding your head, you lifted your hips, helping her tug your jeans off fully, exposing the smooth, moisturized skin of your legs, the scratchy denim pooling at your ankles. 

Ellie removed her hand, the sudden rush of air on your exposed flesh causing an involuntary arch in your lower back. The heat of her green eyes burning at your lower half had sent adrenaline coursing through every vein in your body, even more so when you had whined. 

“Such a pretty pussy.” 

Her praises had set your skin on fire, the aching throb becoming unbearable, your arousal leaking from you once more as she shoved a finger inside of you with the help of your wetness, one of the tight rings stretching you out just an inch more. One of your sweaty palms slapped against the counter, the back of your head coming in contact with a wooden cabinet, a small ‘thud’ accompanying the action. 

Without warning, she started pumping the lone finger in and out, flexing in between your walls, enjoying the expression on your face — the way it contorted with pleasure when she’d hit a certain spot inside of you that had you silently mumbling with closed eyes, curses spilling from your lips in a low chant.

Your hard nipples were visible through the thin shirt that covered your chest, and she couldn’t stop her other hand as it weaved its way under the end of your shirt, flicking one of them harshly, a sting of pain in its wake. “Fuck.” You sighed, breath stuttering as you felt another finger slide past your hole. 

With flared nostrils, you cocked your head to the side as her lips started to suck at your neck, teeth grazing across your throat, a thin layer of saliva snailing up your neck as the skin grew red and raw, the blood cells beneath rising to the surface at the suction. 

Your entire body was hot, flushed with sweat as she pleased you as if you were the last person she’d ever have the privilege of laying her godly hands upon. You were growing addicted to her touch — as wrong as it was because your dislike for her was starting to lessen just a bit. Her fingers felt amazing, the way they curled into you, not too much but not too little that it didn’t satisfy you when it was the exact opposite. 

In truth, you almost didn’t recognize the sensation that came to you as it had grown foreign to you, along with the butterflies that would flutter within your stomach as other’s touches had rendered you numb. Not Ellie’s though. Never hers. 

With that one lingering thought, a sob rippled through your throat as you clenched tightly around her fingers, the muscles in your stomach flexing as you came, legs shaking around her frame. 

There wasn’t any time to waste, camera film was expensive after all. 

You were numb, breathing heavy and hair disheveled, eyes wide and lips parted as Ellie sunk to her knees, curling her hands under your thighs only to rest them on your lower stomach, a trail of hot, sloppy kisses being left behind starting from your knee. 

When her warm tongue cupped over you, you were a goner, toes curling within the space of your boots, the sound of her lapping at your juices sinful as she sucked greedily. 

Internally slapping yourself, you concluded that all the past bickering and sexual tension throughout the many seasons all led up to this — the best head you had ever received in your life and she had just swiped her tongue once. 

“Please, please.” You begged pathetically, hands weaving through her short auburn hair, tugging to one side harshly, causing her to moan against you. 

“Please what?” She cooed, urging you to use your words even though you were a sobbing mess. 

“Please let me feel you, I want your tongue.” 

The smile she gave you was lazy, and devious as the flesh of her lips pulled back into a smile. 

“All you had to do was ask, darlin'.'”

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Me and the Devil; i

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word count: 5.3k

summary:  Destruction: the only thing you and Feyd-Rautha may have ever had in common. Unfortunately, you endured. You learned how to live with the Harkonnens, to be one of them- and with a clip of fear, you worry you may never be able to unlearn. 

warnings: blood/violence, family deaath, v brief allusions to smut/dubcon, reader is traumatized. pls lmk if i missed anything. not edited.

notes: thanks for all the love so far!!! here's the first chapter of the story - if you want to stay updated, i post on AO3 first :) just a quick first chapter to lay the scene before we jump into the engaging parts of the story. feedback is very motivating and highly valued, thank u all <33

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Penitent Crimes of Retaliation

In accordance with the legal doctrine of the 'Reprisal Accord', as sanctioned by the High Court of the Landsraad, houses are granted the right to retaliate against proven offenses committed upon them. This action shall such be labelled as "Penitent Crimes of Retaliation". Under this mandate, should sufficient evidence be presented, the aggrieved house may initiate a retaliatory strike and engage in warfare against the offending party. While reparations for damages incurred during the conflict are mandated, perpetrators shall be exempt from criminal sentences, ensuring a balanced recourse within the framework of inter-house disputes."

- From the Reprisal Accord, Office of the Padishah Emperor. Imperium, 10041. 

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There was once a time when green was your favorite color. 

You'd enjoyed a childhood of it; Peridot, Jades, the velvet green of winter dresses, the tall, mighty green the sacred Pine. The woven banner of your house, waving in the snow-whipped wind; A snarling green wolf upon the grey armor your parents wore to train you. 

When the men of one other Houses Major arrived to retrieve your older sister, she'd been shroud in that very same pine-colored satin, an elegant dress, as she waved good-bye to you for the last time. When the ice would melt off the lower glaciers for those three months every year, the lakes would thaw to a deep emerald green, and your brother, sisters and you would play in it; servants and soldiers alike yelling and pulling you out, shivering to your bones. 

Even at your sister's funeral. The green of the casket, laid to rest in the ground of a foreign planet by a man who'd never truly loved her. The women of your House, wearing a veil of mourning in that sacred pine satin as you said good-bye to her. Killed by the birth of her first; a son. Your parents had been proud - You became the oldest of your siblings that day.

You can barely stand to look at green anymore. No, instead, you mostly see black.

Black, white, and red. 

They'd sent you away to make for your house a Fortune; a son, they'd wished, for your sake - and, by whispers of your Lady Mother, a daughter - but this place... it crawls with shadows and monsters and deadly smiles; most in the form of your betrothed.

Your na-Baron. 

If Feyd-Rautha ever had a semblance of hesitancy, it was when you first met four years ago. You were at the end of your seventeenth year; he, freshly eighteen. He had been as cordial as you'd ever seen him, escorting you with an arm held out, eyes malicious but mouth less than offensive. He'd even called you Lady Bourbon those first few months on Giedi Prime. And, in fact, you can consider yourself lucky; perhaps for your bloodline, or for you yourself, Feyd-Rautha took special care of you. Maybe he did care for you -in the ways that he could. 

After that, he taught you all you needed to know about the rest of the world. In these final days together, he has admitted furiously that he waited too long to claim you as his wife - four years was much too long for you to wait, even if your purity was claimed by him long before then. 

The accusations had come from his uncle, the Baron; House Bourbon was stealing their precious refinery codes, committing treason against the trading accords along their exportation route. Perhaps, he thought, you were the one to plot it against your beloved future family.

But Feyd-Rautha knew better - knew that you'd never dare betray him. He was the one to demand a public execution of your family - but also the one to redirect your sentencing to a mere prisoner. As if you weren't one already. 

Don't look away. See what we do to scum, my pet? 

After all the sparring, each time you drew that precious blood from him, and you still haven't been able to kill him. If you'd had a blade, you would have, right there in the stands. 

You were, in some ways, relieved when their bodies had hit the sand fast; You'd never seen your brother's skin so reflective as you did this morning. The black sun couldn't hide the blood that had seeped from him, nor from your mother's throat. You'd swallowed thickly, wishing you could look away, gasp - cry; but you had to hide your pain. Your na-Baron would've loved it too much.

Why don't you leave me with them, then? You'd hissed through your teeth.

Though he was wild and psychotic, growling with hunger at the bloodsport in front of him, he heard you for what you'd said. Feyd's fingers pulled your hair hard; forcing your chin to stare up at him. A sickly glint in the black sun, his teeth shone with hunger. 

You'd have me throw you to your Wolves, and lose my prize? He'd tutted, kissing your forehead with a sickening sweetness; enough so that the servants had turned away their spider-black gazes. They didn't care much for the acts of affection you'd occasionally show one another - in a world marred by ugliness, any glimpse of beauty becomes a hauntingly grotesque show of power.

He'd snarled, slapping your cheek hard enough for you to groan. His breath hit your face, you're mine to keep - there's plenty of life left for you to serve.  

He'd held your eyes open as they'd slit your father's throat; then both of your sisters, and your brother's. Your mother had fought as much as she could in her drugged state - the Harkonnens are rutheless, and Feyd-Rautha had sat calmly behind you, your head in his hands, caressing your shaking cheek - but the neckline of her gown was too high, and too thickly inlaid with encrusted heirlooms. 

Bless their voided souls.

The emeralds that tore from her gown as she'd spilled her blood to the sand sent a ripple of pain out of your throat. Feyd had buried his face in your neck, teeth sharp as he sucked a mark just behind your ear, watching as you clenched your palms so hard, your own ruby blood beaded out, blackened in the sun's light.

If anybody would have bothered to look before burning the bodies, you know they'd find all the family diamonds sewn into the fabric of their clothing - centuries of your House, melted away.

Feyd-Rautha had drank up your agony with his lips, smiling as his hand wrapped around your throat. 

Now, alone and away from the thick industrial air, your chambers are cold and suffocating.

There are screams coming from the hall - not the kind that you've grown to associate with your na-Baron testing his new blades, but the kind that comes with danger. With change. 

As it turns out, you are not Feyd-Rautha's to keep any longer.

A loud noise outside of your quarters jolts you from your bed, whispering to yourself. They're coming for you. Pulling the sheets closer to your body, your hand finds the blade gifted to you on your nameday three years ago by your husband-to-be, still tainted with the ghost of your own blood.

Your whispers reverberate in the empty room. "I must not fear. fear is the mind-killer. fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me."

Your voice shakes. Few things remain from your early days of training, before you were sent off to become a Harkonnen; This is one is a relic.

There is a loud noise just outside; blades. 

For a moment, you imagine there is a hand on your arm. It is strong, ghost-white, and possessive. His voice rumbles in your head. Don't look so sad, my pet. I will never let them keep what is mine. I will find you again. 

You almost wish he will. 

When you look down to the weight on your arm, you do not find the hand of your once-betrothed, but the remainder of his ownership, a handprint of a bruise that will not fade even as the soldiers in Atreides armor deliver you to the next planet.

You rise from your bed, preparing your sore body for a fight that will surely end before it even starts. You don't stop your old prayer, in fact, you hardly notice that you're saying it at all. Even as the doors give in. 

"-and when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing - only I will remain-" There are soldiers that burst through.

The way one of them fights strikes a faint memory from a lost childhood, and it fills you with rage. 

Why did you wait so long to rescue me?

You lunge, snarling like the wild beast you've become in your captivity. You will fight, because that is the only thing you know how to do. It is the only thing you have left. 

Your blade falls within minutes.

You're taken by the man from your past not a minute after. 

You're on a ship, watching the black Opiuchi B disappear, in an hour. 

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"My Lady."

You don't realize the worker addresses you until you snap out of it, flushing behind your veil as you step out of the aircraft.

The dress you wear, salvaged from your family's old castle, is dusty. 

It clings to your skin, drowns you, as the rain falls. A staff of House Atreides holds an umbrella above you, shielding your elaborate dress from the water as you walk up towards where the members of the House await you. You stare down at the dress - green velvet. A texture you have not felt in years; your skin looks different not wrapped completely in black.

Your eyes strain to take in the grand entrance to the castle from the hangar which Duncan Idaho had escorted you, ignoring him as he turns to glance back at you momentarily. You can't bear the look of unfamiliarity that flickers over him when he looks at you, now.  

He looks the same - maybe less tall, but that has more to do with it having been six years since you last saw the man. You, however, are not the same girl you were when he knew you on Sabberon. Fear, panic, and wrath rage within you while your gaze smolders daggers at the back of his head. 

He walks just slightly in front of you and despite yourself, you slide just a bit closer - the only semblance of comfort you can allow yourself to feel as you take in the largess of the castle. The air is thicker here than you've ever felt; salty, windy, like you can taste the sea in the rain... it clings to your skin, but it feels clean. You'd been changing into your robes when you entered atmo - you've heard many things about the ocean, about Caladan. 

Something within you yearns to witness it yourself. Subtly, you crane your neck outwards to catch a glimpse; nothing in the near distance but the walls of the castle and high cliffs. 

You nearly trip as Duncan Idaho stops just a few paces from where the members stand at attention to greet you and your retinue.

Duke Leto Atreides, regal and composed, stands at the center of the room, his presence commanding your attention. Beside him, a woman wearing a deep cerulean gown - Lady Jessica. Easily, from behind your own veil, her gaze penetrates you; A cool sensation down your spine as you seem to feel her words in the back of your head as she watches the Reverend Mother who'd travelled with you per High Court orders.

 Hello, sister.

You purse your lips, looking on - there, next to his mother; Standing tall with an aura of quiet intensity, his eyes on you, is Paul Atreides.

The son to whom you're now destined.

Even from your obstructed vision, you can see that he's handsome - lithe, hair curled and combed back to show his eyes. They are wide, penetrating like his mother's, but Maker, they are so green. 

There is no hunger in his eyes, nor hatred, nor anything but a mild curiosity; it strikes a chord of fear in your gut, wishing briefly to return to the na-Baron's sight. It was easy to go unseen with the Harkonnens; They always made their intentions clear, and the na-Baron never wanted many to see you besides himself. You always knew what he wanted, and you could give it to him enough to control him. 

But Paul. His stare betrays no emotion but duty. If not for the boyish pout of his pink lips and his freshly-shaven jaw, you could have mistaken him for his father. A Duke. 

Your name, boomed from the voice of Leto Atreides, pulls you back to the surface of Caladan. "Welcome." Duke Leto's voice resonates through the hall with authority as he addresses you, his tone measured yet warm. Your stomach twists and turns as the man nods courteously to you. Coaxing your body to move, you bow to him.

"We are honored by your presence." His voice is surprisingly humane, exceedingly polite towards you; someone who was just come from the protection (a laughable phrase) of their sworn enemy. 

Your throat tightens at this. There is no honor to your presence, not anymore. 

Though you feel the prickling behind your eyes, you force your head to tilt in acknowledgment, schooling your expression to respectful - perhaps they can't quite make out your face, but Lady Jessica watches closely. She sees.

You take a sharp breath, swallowing away the lump of emotion in your throat. 

"Thank you, Duke Leto, my lord." Your voice carries steel beneath its polite, quiet veneer, though you try to calm your heart. You turn to Lady Jessica to greet her.

"My Lady, it is a pleasure." You say, equally even. Lady Jessica offers a tight smile, something akin to understanding swimming among her irises. It's been quite some time since you were permitted to talk to a woman; Your servants on Giedi Prime were, of course, tongue-less, as na-Baron wished. "Thank you for welcoming me to your home." 

"We understand that these are trying times for you." She says softly, her words a gesture of solidarity as your legs stagger. You feel dizzy and tired, but you force yourself to nod, bowing again. Your chained headdress overlaying your veil chimes slightly with the movement, swaying with the rain.

For such an acclaimed House, you're surprised by the gentleness of their welcome. Perhaps, they'd thought that the groaning and echoing hallways of Giedi Prime might break you, that they'd be taking in some injured little dove, wings clipped by the ferocious boy who'd gifted her with a knife plunged between her ribs on her nameday. 

The scar that lies just below your breast on your right side serves not as a reminder, but as fuel. It did not quell your spark. It ignited it, with a bloodthirsty rage for revenge.

Months of being thrown into a pit under the glaring black sun; Not the arena that assassinated your family, no - this pit was smaller, with one large seat for the na-Baron himself, and drugged concubines and servants with blades to service his na-Baroness. A place to watch his pets play. 

Destruction: the only thing you and Feyd-Rautha may have ever had in common. 

Unfortunately, you endured. You learned how to live with the Harkonnens, to be one of them- and with a clip of fear, you worry you may never be able to unlearn. 

Lady Jessica is correct, these are trying times for you. You swallow as you straighten your back. Despite everything, there's a minor comfort in the Atreides' insistence of providing you with the necessities for you to perform your traditional customary mourning traditions. Your family may be gone, but you can still have this part of them; as a way of saying good-bye. It's what they would have wanted. 

You turn to the young man who stands next to Lady Jessica.

The Harkonnens had tried to show you the dangers of house Atreides; The poison of appearance, of trust. You are not foolish enough to have believed the Baron Vladimir and his webs of deception, but you are sharp enough to know that in times like these, nobody can be trusted. 

Your betrothed watches you, as if trying to see through your mourning veil. The green of his eyes sends a warmth through your stomach as you avert your eyes. "My Lord," you bow to him, your heart thumping in your chest, remembering how you might be rewarded for looking your formerly betrothed in the eyes during ceremony. Trying not to flinch, you wait to see what Paul's hands may do. But they do not strike you, nor grasp your jaw sharply. He barely moves. 

"My Lady." His voice is softer than you expected, and it strikes your heart with a cool unease. Distrust slithers around you like a daunting snake. He bows back to you. 

It's silent for a thick moment before Duncan Idaho - the man from a distant past - speaks from beside you. "We have much to discuss." 

Cutting to the chase, as always. Your eyes fall to the Duke, who nods. "Do you need to see treatment?" He asks the Swordsman, eyes assessing the soldier. 

Duncan laughs at this, gesturing to his arm, where beads of blood still slowly peeks through his the tunic he'd slipped on after changing out of his armor.

"Harkonnen blades are sharp. So are Lady Bourbon's nails."

The prickling of four pairs of eyes strike you as he continues, turning this time to address you full-on. "Your fighting is much different than I remember, Little Bourbon." 

What he doesn't say is clear to you: Much more savage than he remembers. Something between shame and pride licks at your cheeks and you avert your eyes; It had been a force of habit - rabid hounds don't tuck tail when cornered, do they?

You clench your hand, your nails digging into your palms; you learned early on that sharper claws could keep Feyd tame for longer. 

The force of Duncan's old nickname for you, when you'd been young - it nearly knocks the air out of your chest. It's been over half a decade since you'd seen the man; too much has happened since then. Nonetheless, you smile toothless behind the veil, trying not to think of the life you'd just left behind. Of what cold life lies ahead. 

When you respond, your voice is frigid. 

"Sometimes adaptation is survival, Duncan Idaho. Threats demand evolution." 

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The rain is gone by the next day.

In the morning room, forks scrape over blue-plated China. There must be a clock somewhere near, as the seconds pass in quiet, insistent ticks. A cleared throat, a swallow of water. 

Your eyes burn from exhaustion.

Your arrival last night held no such time for small talk - you were whisked away by the service staff to make sure your quarters were comfortable; Your old clothing and that of your sisters and mother - the few things the Atreides soldiers had salvaged from the ransacked Castle at Sabberon - had been washed thrice of rubble and smoke and were hanging, waiting for you, in the wardrobes. 

Barely awake, late in the evening, you'd attended a meeting in a small conference hall. There, sat across from Lord Paul, Masters of War and Swords and Strategy, a Mentat, and the Lady Jessica, the Duke had asked you questions, ensuring you were not harmed - more importantly, trying to ensure there was no malicious intent to your presence. Your eyes could not ignore the Lady Jessica, who stood behind the Duke, her fingers twitching to the others when you responded to a question asked of you. They had some kind of language, you'd realized, as they responded in their own subtle hand gestures. 

You'd only been there for ten minutes before you were escorted by a handmaid back to your chambers, where you sat without rest through the night. 

Truthfully, you're breaking fast with Lady Jessica and Lord Paul out of courtesy; You were up far before the sun had found the horizon this morning, staring emotionless at the ghost who stood in the corner of your new chambers.

You'd sat watching, cradling your chest with wide eyes, as the ghost slid onto his knees. How he'd crawled, smirking at the foot of your mattress, whispering to you with sharp teeth and beckoning fingers. The sweet promise in his eyes laid with blood and pain, coaxing you forward despite yourself - until something in the corner of your vision moved, and you'd screamed. 

That had woken one of the servants.

She came in with her head tilted down, holding a pitcher of water, and you'd asked her to stay.

Her name is Hestia; she must barely be twenty. You insisted on sharing a pot of tea with her, sitting in the silence but sipping shortly on your teacups. You didn't talk much, but instead breathed and felt the safety and of a woman's company, even if she is a few years younger than you. 

It wasn't until she'd brought you breakfast a few minutes later that you realized the staff must have been informed of your courting customs before your arrival - she said nothing as you ate silently, staring out towards the coast of rocky cliffs and rolling moors you could just barely make out from your chamber windows. 

And now you sit similarly - in the morning dining room, your hands perched in your lap, unsure what to do with yourself.

Your future husband, no older than yourself, sits across the table from you now, pushing his omelet around on his fork. The table shakes just slightly, jilting your glass full of water - he must have a restless knee. He chews at his lip, avoiding your stare, sharing slight conversation with his Lady mother. Her attempts to bring you into the conversation are met with polite answers and more silence, your voice shaky and cold. 

After a while, a woman enters, whispers something to the Lady at the end of the table. Nodding, Lady Jessica takes her leave with a pointed look at Paul, suggesting he might escort you around the castle to settle you in.

Though your stomach coils, you nod, "-if you have time, my Lord, I'd appreciate it."

His eyes find yours from behind the veil and you clear your throat. He's quiet but chivalrous; A nod, a glance sent back to his mother as she leaves. A short gust of air through the room and suddenly you can smell him. His hair, clean and glossy - healthy - glints as he faces a window, exposing the early morning sun to his bright eyes.

It's silent for a few moments as only the two of you remain; Your food untouched and his half-eaten. 

"Are you one of them?" 

Them?

You stare at him from behind the thin pine veil that covers you. It occurs to you that Paul may assume you are just as bald and sick as each Harkonnen; years of adapting, surviving off of instinct and placation, are over. With a jolt, you realize you are not a Harkonnen. And you will not be wed to one.

You shake your head, thankful for the lack of chains upon the crown of your head today, ignoring the melancholy feeling in your gut. 

"I have hair." You state simply, looking down at the skin of your arm; The skin that boasts arm hair, none of the sickly pale skin that knew of no clean air nor healthy sunlight - your skin, glowing with real melanin like the House of Bourbon.

You'd never spoken this freely on Giedi Prime besides in the sole company of Feyd-Rautha - stars, you'd never have spoken this freely at home on Sabberon, either - but there is no home anymore. And if you've learned one thing in your years since coming of age, its that the Great and Noble Houses of the Landsraad are crawling with perjurers, fabricators. 

Paul is likely the same. 

If the Atreides boy must be wed to you, you cannot help that, just as you couldn't help with Feyd-Rautha. They can dress you, insist in your traditional customs - but you will not go down easy. No matter how cold the home, you can be colder. You are more than the bones which hold you up; Meaner than the demons that kept you in their ghostly-grip for four years. 

His cheeks flush a peculiar pink, bottom lip captured between pearly teeth. "No," he starts again, eyes searching - trying to find you, beneath the layers of green that wrap around you. "Not Harkonnen-" he quiets after he says the name, as if worried to offend you. "I meant-" his eyes swim, "Bene Gesserit." 

Your stomach chills as you meet his eyes. 

After some hesitation, you shake your head. "No, my Lord."

When he blinks at your words, you feel compelled to continue. "I suppose I was..." you move your hand to pull on the sleeve of your robes.

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"or, I was supposed to be." your unemotional tone rings through the room. Paul doesn't say anything to that, biting back the suspicion that climbs up his throat.

He stands when you rise from your seat; Your mourning dress, unlike anything he'd ever seen before, flows like the leaves of a weeping willow as you push your chair in behind you. When he offers a stiff arm to escort you out of the room, you hesitate before looping yourself loosely to him. 

She is telling the truth. 

His mother had indicated, with flicks of her hand, during the meeting the evening before; you, sat before the Atreides' council, unaware that his mother was reading your honesty. 

But that could be a trick; you've admitted to being partially trained in the ways of the Bene Gesserit, perhaps you found a way to deceive his mother. As much as he trusts Duncan and his father, he can't shake the suspicion that you're a mere pawn in the Harkonnens' game.

But his father's words burn sharply into his mind. 

Duty often requires us to navigate paths we may not have chosen for ourselves, Paul. You may not always like her, but you will treat her with the respect and care befitting of a future spouse. Love may come in other ways - but you will marry her, and together you will sire an heir when the time comes.

By decree, it was ordered you be wed to Paul, but he can't find it within himself to lose the feeling of distrust. He has spent hours learning about the Harkonnens - how they think, their strategy; and yet, from Duncan's account, the Baron and his nephew just let you go. It makes no sense to him. 

"I was supposed to be a lot of things." 

Your voice is undeniably beautiful; strong, much more resolute than he'd expected. But you are extremely cold, and evidently unwilling. Polite, yes - it seems you've been trained just as he and every other young noble of the Great Houses have - but you are calculating, aggressive.

He saw the claw marks you'd left upon Duncan; a man you've known since you were a young girl.

You walk with your chest out, back straight like a soldier; your words are cordial yet laced with steel and indifference - it only serves to deepen his unease. He guides you through the castle, murmuring quietly as he shows you along, introducing you to various members of staff who stop and bow in recognition. 

You don't say much until he escorts you to a path that winds down out of your sights; Below the castle, between jagged rocks, Paul finds himself concerned to no longer be surrounded by castle walls. Beside him, you take a deep breath, your footsteps faltering as you slow to stare at moss that sprawls across the cobblestone. 

Curiously, Paul slows to a stop beside you.

For a moment, you stare down at the dirt and fallen tree limbs, the grassy fields and rocks. Soon, as though an invisible string pulls you upwards, you snap your head, voice sheepish behind your veil. "Apologies, my Lord." You start to turn away. "I've read of plants like this, but never seen them before in person." 

Paul is suddenly struck by the realization that you may not have seen much of any flora nor fauna on Caladan. He knows what Giedi Prime is like; and your homeworld, from what he'd read last night before bed, was mostly full of Glaciers, forests, and high altitudes. Perhaps you are interested in such things; the idea surprises him. 

So instead of moving along, he finds himself bending to pull off a bit of the moss from a fallen trunk. The earthy dirt spreads between his nimble fingers, the green bright against his skin. You watch him silently.

"It absorbs up to twenty times its dry weight in water." He says it quietly, repeating what he'd learned in an ecological lesson, pushing on the spongy material with his thumb. "Banks of it grow just around the brackish tidepools outside the castle." 

Your interest, piqued, causes your head to crane slightly from your short height - he can tell, even without seeing any part of your face, that you are fascinated. "Am I allowed to see?" You ask stiffly, your arms by your sides.

An initial wave of protectiveness over his home washes over him; remembering his father's words, he forces his shoulders to relax. He lets the moss fall back to the stump, brows furrowing. 

"You are to be Lady Atreides, one day." He tries to school his voice evenly, avoiding any hint of resistance to this fact. "You do not have to ask permission to see your own land." 

The wind from the sea whips around you; his stray curls fly in his vision. There are no words from you for several very long breaths, in which you clear your throat. 

"I do not feel well, my Lord." You say moments later, voice cordial but thick with the desire to be alone, "I believe I am sick from travel. Please, if you would excuse me." 

He is unsure if he had made you uncomfortable or if you are truly feeling sick; nonetheless, Paul escorts you to your chambers silently, calling one of the handmaids - Hestia, her name is - to check on you. He insists she bring you some bread and cheese, to draw you a bath if you please. 

His jaw clenches; he's to train with his mother soon, but he needs release. His muscles clench in repressed frustration and so Paul lets his feet carry him swiftly to the training quarters.

His fingers itch for a blade; his mind itches to forget about the last day, about the cold life that lies ahead of him. 

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[fashionteahouse]

ultimate masterlist

started: 10/12/2024

updated: 10/22/2024

~ heyy beautiful people, I have decided to create this master list to make my page more easier to navigate and enjoy :) i take request so feel free to drop whatever you want because I write everyday! the wolfpack is my preference but I will write for any other twilight characters as well :> however, I wont write about jacob black x renesmee and quil x claire xoxo *(plagiarism of my writing is NOT allowed)*

Twilight Saga

moodboards

bella swan

leah clearwater

paul lahote

jared cameron

jacob black

seth clearwater

sam uley

emily young

embry call

charlie swan

wolf pack imagines

paul lahote

the other woman

moving on

detonate

cybertwee

under the influence

feel good all over

circumambient

4 wings

fine whine

you'll miss me when I'm not around

dinner

beautiful people with beautiful problems

love's in need of love today

provider

ride the dragon

24 hours

rewind

rewind part 2

7 years

but daddy i love him

reaper

animals

happiness is a butterfly

skyline to

keep driving

who? what!

best interest

even if it hurts

homemade dynamite

babydoll

immaterial

radical

what you waiting for?

forever

fourfiveseconds

little freak

embry call

miss camaraderie

kerosene

claws

kiss it better

hot wind blows

velvet 4 sale

butterfly effect

belly of the beat

genesis

self control

it is what it is

best to you

honeymoon

jacob black

chosen

ray of light

dreams, fairytales, fantasies

sam uley

dance the night away

sour candy

jared cameron

is it cold in the water?

seth clearwater

venus fly

bad habit

human behavior

supernova

next level

quil ateara

xxxo

play destroy

time will tell

infinite love without fulfillment

paul x reader x embry

swim good

wolfpack smut

paul lahote x reader

nitrous

jacob black x reader

difficult

wolf pack series

paul lahote x reader

out of your league part 1

out of your league part 2

out of your league part 3

out of your league part 4

out of your league part 5

out of your league part 6

out of your league part 7

out of your league part 8

out of your league part 9

out of your league part 10

out of your league part 11

embry call x reader

black cat part 1

black cat part 2

don't let me be misunderstood part 1

dont let me be misunderstood part 2

crystal ball part 1

jared cameron x reader

thought i knew you part 1

thought i knew you part 2

vampire imagines

garrett x reader

snowchild

jasper hale

last time i saw you

volturi imagines

alec x reader

space and time

twilight imagines

charlie swan x reader

bouncin

[mandowifey]

Porogue.

Father Paul/John Pruitt x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, P in V sex, unprotected sex, dry humping, mutual masturbation, lots of priest play, biting, pining, dom!Paul, semi established relationship, cum play, mentions of cervix, mentions of bite wounds.

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It's a storm to end all storms.

That was what Beverly Keane proclaimed at yesterday's service. The woman had a penchant for dramatics and often spoke with puritanical judgment. Folks were accustomed to the devout woman's manic ramblings, which meant she was never taken literally. However, when the Coast Guard reached out to warn the town to evacuate not but four hours before the storm was due to impact, Bev Keane stood, smug and proud.

"I had warned you, all of you."

Towns folk rushed towards the docks with their families, arms full of the few precious belongings they had. Sturge was helping them up the ramp and into the ferry, trying to explain that there was no need to panic. Dark waves sloshed and rolled under the boats. People were gasping and crying out below the blackening sky. Hysteria at its finest.

"You lot wrought this upon yourselves," sighed Keane, who stood on the dock, hands linked together. "Those of us who remained loyal to our faith, who filled the church every day and lived our lives devout and holy have no reason to fear. The Lord recognizes his own and will shephard us unto his raft to guide us through the storm."

Over half the population fled Crockett that dreary afternoon. Those who remained boarded their windows and hunkered down to ride it out. While the last ferry departed, Bev Keane smiled and turned to head back up the trail. Confident in the hopes that God would sort things out in the end.

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Candles warmed the room around you, while flashes of lighting illuminated the windows and caught your eye. When thunder clapped and shook the wooden frame of the rectory, you would suck in a sharp gasp and tense, which drew a low chuckle from the man above you. Rain impacts noisily against the glass windows, causing a steady hum.

"Relax."

A hand closes under your jaw and tips your head back, exposing the curve of your throat. Lips press against your skin, making you rumble and start to smile. "You are so strange," the words leave your mouth in a breathless sigh. "How can you not be at least a little afraid?"

He chuckles again, and you feel teeth graze your flesh. "I have much more important things on my mind." There was a pull to his words that brought moisture between your legs. Heat consumed you, twisting through your limbs and fogging your thoughts.

"Looks like you do too." His palm cups your mound. Embarrassment overtakes you as you realize you had soaked through your underwear. "Messy little lamb." Lips slotting together, the man kisses you with intensity. He parts your mouth with his own and scoops his tongue between your teeth. You can feel the way his nose pushes to your cheek and taste the remnants of the tea he had earlier.

Words fail you as you cave below him. The bed moves under you as he shifts your bodies and lays himself between your legs. Another flash of lightning, another gasp, this time it's for him. He presses the aching bulge against your core and leans his weight into you. You feel so small with his body caging yours, and the contact makes you simper.

"O-oh, P-paul,"

"I'm sorry?"

Paul's voice was lile velvet in your ears. Candlelight flickers in those obsidian eyes of his, and you watch his angular brows start to vex. Heat burned in your stomach, and you paw at the blankets beneath you.

"F-father, p-please."

A smile breaks the tension, and he drops his head down to gently kiss the middle of your forehead. He rumbles his praise against your skin, balancing himself on his knees and one hand while the other pulls your leg around his hip. You tilt and groan unabashedly as Paul starts to grind into you. The friction of his clothed cock pressing and sliding over your crease had your clit engoring with blood.

Head tilting back, your mouth hangs open as soft groans waft out. Paul was watching you, admiring every line in your face as he began bucking into you. Your body bounces, your cries coming out louder as he thrusts as though he were fucking you. The impact had you soaking more than before, leaking a spot on the blankets.

"U-uhn, hnn, p-please-" You felt frantic, desperately craving the Priest to bury inside and claim you as his. To carve through your insides and nestle himself in the furthest reaches of your cunt. The ache within your body called to him, your scent nearly driving the starving man mad.

"Patience is a virtue." Paul sat back against his legs before placing both large hands on your hips. Fingers gripped bruisingly tight as he hoisted you upwards against him, locking your pelvis to his so he could continue rutting. The man sighed, his eyes closing as he grunted and panted softly. Both of you mutually wind your bodies together in a frenetic desire.

Panting fills the empty space, and you're using the massive bulge between his legs to chase your release. Paul used you, too. His hands greedily squeezed and pulled you while his hips bucked to yours. "T-that's it." He gasps, his large thumbs pressing down into the front of your pelvis, causing a pleasant pressure inside of you that made you mewl.

Ravenous, the holy man watches as you fall apart. Chest heaving, skin flushed, and nipples showing through your tank top. "Look at you, little lamb," His voice purrs. "So beautiful, a spectacle to watch unfurl." Rolling his hips forward, Paul grinds his cock into your core and makes you whine. You are gradually rising now, the friction pushing you higher and higher. Smiling, he smoothed one large palm over your stomach as he moved it onto your breast. "Let me hear you." He pinches your pert nipple between his thumb and index finger, causing you to arch and cry.

"That's it, good girl."

Your face burns. Sweat builds in a thin layer on your skin as the sensation of bursting swells inside of you. Paul lifts off his legs to get a better angle and alternates slow grinds with firm, steady rocks of his hips. Each impact jostles your smaller frame, bouncing you under him and pushing cry after cry from your parted lips. "I-im g-gonna-" It was hurtling towards you full speed. You knew there was no use in trying to fight it. You could feel the burn of his eyes on your face, watching you as you fell apart.

"It's alright, my angel, let me see you."

Paul leaned over you, bucking himself against you just right. Your clit throbs, slick soaking through your panties and onto him as you gasp and jerk. Fireworks spark in your belly as the rush hits you. Your cunt clenches sporadically, your body shaking as you cum. Reaching your hands up, you curl your fingers into his arms, thighs shaking as he continues to grind against you. Paul coos, mesmerized by your face. When you rest back and relax, he leans and opens his pants to spring himself out.

With your head still spinning, you hardly notice him fist his cock. Eyes transfixed on your soaked underwear, the Monsignor inches closer and strokes himself against you. "S-such a messy lamb," his voice shudders with pleasure as his palm slicks across his length. "S-so beautiful." He sounds like he may cry, his dark eyes heavy with lids and lips parted. You look up at him, feeling your heart race at the sight. "P-please father, I need you to cum." Paul jerks, startled by your words and breath stopping in his throat.

That undid him. He bucked against his fist while you pulled your panties to the side. Whimpering and looking down, he groans as he cums. Hot, thick ropes spraying across your folds and fingers. You feel the heat as he drips inside your crease. "O-oh." He bucks one last time, a final spurt landing on your clit and dribbling downwards. Paul looks disheveled, breathless, as he settles down from his own high.

You were ready to speak when he dropped over you, impacting your lips with his own. Paul slips his large hand between your legs, using his nimble fingers to collect his cum and push it into you. You gasp, groaning into his starving mouth as he sinks inside your cunt to the knuckle. "Mh, p-paul-" He kisses your words and swallows them whole, adding a second digit which causes you to shriek into him. He pumps them inside of you, trying as hard as he can to reach your end with his seed.

Mouths and tongues lashing together, Paul slows his fingers right as you begin to buck against him. "So needy tonight," remarked the holy man as he licked over your kiss swollen lips. "I suppose you have been good enough to earn a little more. What do you say, my lamb?" His fingers curled inside of you, applying pressure to your gspot and bladder. Sparks flash behind your eyes, and your back lifts off the blankets. "Y-yes, p-please father Hill." You gasp, struggling to bring your eyes to his. The man flashes his teeth, and his eyes crinkle along the edges. His digits squelch inside of you as he begins to pump them faster.

"Since you asked so nicely." Paul nods, drawing his fingers out while you whine.

The loss of him makes your cuntache. Feeling no need to rush, Paul takes his time removing your sodden underwear and his pants. Carefully, he lays beside you and shifts you on your side, facing away from him. As he closes the distance between your bodies, you feel the cold press of his skin behind you. Paul lifts your leg and kisses behind your ear. "Keep this up for me, please." The delicate tone in his voice makes you throb, and you obey.

You feel the familiar prod of his cock and angle your hips back to make it easier for him. Paul guides his tip to your sopping opening and grunts with you as he presses inside. With a sudden snap of his hips, he submerges inside your heat and bottoms out. The stretch is immense, and you can already feel the tip nudging at your end. "G-god!" Your lip quivers and leg shakes, the muscle burning now.

As if he knew, Paul curls his frigid hand under your knee and holds your leg. Lips kiss at your shoulder as he starts liesurely rocking inside of you. The drag burning your cunt and making you whine. Eagerly, you shove yourself back against him, nearly sobbing each time he pushes fully inside and reaches your furthest depths. You're keening, whining, noisily falling apart for him as he rocks. Paul smiles against your skin, peppering you in soft kisses as he takes his time.

Thunder rattles the wooden frame of the rectory, but you hardly notice. Paul drives himself inside you faster now, spearing every inch of his aching cock deep inside your heat. More sparks are flying now, he's brushing everything right within you. You can hear him grunting and gasping behind you, his breath fanning your skin as he bucks his hips. His fingers dig into your skin as he plaps noisily against your ass. Paul grunts, his movements stuttering and becoming uneven.

It spurs something in you, and you fuck yourself back against him. "P-please, please!" You cry as he desperately stuffs himself inside you. Paul bites your shoulder, muffling his groan as he sinks to the hilt. You flutter around him, your abrupt orgasm taking you by surprise as you clench on his throbbing cock. Groaning louder, he bruises your skin as he empties directly against your cervix, the hot flood of his cum making you whimper and grind into him.

As he calms, he lowers your leg and pulls you into him further by wrapping his arms around you. Paul enjoys the rapid patter of your heartbeat, and he licks over the bitemark he left. You were melting, sinking back into him and closing your eyes as you smiled. "Thanks," you giggle, feeling him pause in licking you. "For distracting me from the storm. I think it helped quite a lot." His chest rattles with a soft chuckle. The two of you remained embraced while it continued to pour outside, safe and warm together from the storm.

[hypernova-writes]

I've been reading your fics, and I love them! I heard you wanted some long fic ideas, so a medic x reader proposal fic? I literally eat up fluff fics of these folk, even though there's a bunch everywhere.

Also, I'm really happy you can get the appreciation you deserve on tumblr! You definitely know how to write❤️.

A/n: AHHH THIS IS SO CUTTTEEEE!!!! Also thank you!! I used to write fanfic 2 years ago, but never really posted, just wrote them in my notebook like it was a little book.!

Proposal: Medic x Nurse!s/o.

“Ach! Where is it? She’s going to be back soon, where is it!

Medic was STRESSED.

First they were called for a battle last minute, ruining Medic’s plans that he had.

Then the Mercs kept calling him for stupid little insignificant injuries that could have waited!

Now here he was, looking, scrambling for the little velvet box he had bought.

“Ah! There it is!”

Medic reached his hand and pulled out the pretty pink velvet box. This was a pretty little thing that was made for another pretty little thing, his little Liebling, soon to be his kleine Frau.

You, Y/n. His pretty, nursing assistant turned girlfriend of 2 years now. Medic usually wouldn’t do dating, but the way you had him wrapped around your fingers. He was so in love, that even some of his fellow mercs noticed a slight change whenever you were around him.

He had overheard you chatting with Ms. Pauling, you chatted about marriage, and even settling down…with him of all people!

He remembered blushing at this conversation. Medic himself had never really dreamt of being a family man. But when he saw how you gushed about having kids and wanting to give your children a better life than you had.

Suddenly medic was ready to be a father and giddily planning your wedding behind your back.

“Now..All I have to do is ask her.”

“All you have to do is ask me what, babe?”

Medic jumped as he quickly hid the box behind his back, being started by you.

“Oh, mein Liebling! Do not do that, you scared me!”

You giggle as you sat your bag down, you had finished up your work early and came to see Medic. “Sorry~ But no serious, whatcha got there~”

Medic got flustered as you pulled him forward by his tie, you knew what you were doing to him. He could feel his cheeks warming up and he went to look away.

“A-ah..Well that is a surprise! You would have to release my tie and you will see what it is!”

You sigh and give him a peck on his nose before releasing his tie. He fixes his tie before sighing softly.

“Close your eyes for me.”

“You’re not gonna knock me out so you can surgically switch our hearts back, i got used to yours in here.”

Medic chuckles. “No, No. Don’t open them until I say so.”

You giggle and keep your eyes closed, you can hear Medic moving around, as well as him mumbling under his breath for a bit before you hear him clear his throat.

“Open them for me.”

You open your eyes and the sight before you is enough for your heart- well medics heart, to melt.

“O-oh..Ludwig..” You cover your mouth as you had to fight the tears that were going to build.

Infront of you, Medic, Your Ludwig, was on one knee, a box in his hand, opened, presenting a beautiful ring to you. You could see that his face was flushed, a small smile on his face.

“Will you do me the honor, Of becoming my wife?”

You nodded happily, and tackling him to the ground when he placed the ring on your finger. You placed so many kisses on is face, that had Medic giggling as he held you close to him.

“Oh you’ve just made me the happiest Doctor in the world~!, Not only are you my assistant, you are now mein wife!” He says as he hugs you, the two of you sit up, leaning against his cabinet.

“Mhm..and that means we should celebrate~’ You purr, by pulling at his tie. Medic blushes before smirking at you. “Oh really?..~”

Engineer was a walking with Pyro, they both had a question to ask Medic.

Pyro was walking ahead of Engineer and spotted archimedes had been placed outside of the Medbay.

Heading over to the bird, they were confused at why it was outside, and was about to open the door, but stopped, deciding to place their face to the door to listen in instead.

“O-oh fuck..~! Medic..Medic..~”

“Yes, Yes. Moan for your husband Darling.”

Pyro pulled away from the door and stood infront of Engineer.

Engineer tilts his head. “What the matta, Pyro? Is Medic not in there?”

Pyro shakes his head quickly “No” and Engineer then gives a small smile, “Well then that’s alright, Let’s go join the others, I’m sure the doc will be in soon.”

Pyro nods when he follows Engineer back to the common area.

Hope you enjoy!!!

[taylorswiftstyle]

Out and about | New York City, NY | January 10, 2024

Little Lies 'Sweet Jane Olive Crushed Mini' - £58.00

Me asking myself how I’m supposed to live through the remainder of 2024 when we are officially 11 days in and 3 greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen outfits deep. Please hold me in your thoughts.

There’s almost a ballerina quality to this crushed velvet dress - from the soft material to the rounded scoop neckline, and fluttering skirt. Besides the rep-coded nature of its mottled green colour (I could even make the folkmore case for it being very foresty and moss-like) what I love is its sense of familiarity and how it calls back to the skater style dresses and skirts that Taylor has worn and loved throughout her career. This one by a new-to-her Scottish designer.

Worn with: Vivienne Westwood bag and Jimmy Choo x Jean Paul Gaultier boots

Photo by Robert Kamau via Getty Images

[peanutbutter-doodles]

Just, Feel. 18+ Mdni

Characters : Paul Stanley, Velvet Von Ragnar.

Pairing: Vonstar.

Au: Vampire/Werewolf.

Summary:  Hands on cock, leading it again to their ass or pussy to be filled so much with cum, it’ll be gushing from each hole just by pushing the stomach down or squirting it out when they get too full of their lover’s seeds. Producing stains that are impossible to get out even if they were cleaned multiple times from others but this time ... .the stains are permanent.

Not their problem, just the hotel staff's problem.

Nonetheless, mouths went on each other.

__________

⚠️Warnings: Rough sex, breeding, vaginal sex, anal sex implied, cum inflation, blood, there's so much blood, violent sex, impregnation, blood drinking, bruises, moaning, aftercare, cannibalism, hotel sex, squirting, monsterfucking, gaping holes, pierced dicks, big cocks, etc, Horror, gore, ask to tag!

Note: this is a oneshot~

Comments and Reblogs, are Deeply Appreciated!

AlsoonAo3~

Violent screams of ecstasy fill the destroyed room as a bunch of clothing laid scattered and torn on the floors and chairs leaving a trail in their midst, along with walls having scratches big as godzilla. The wallpapers were torn, almost ripped to shreds as they were hanging by a thread like the tables, the ceilings stained with weird substances while the light was swinging back and forth in a frenzy as more moans and howls filled the steamy atmosphere even further as….

The bed rocked back and forth creating creaking noise in the process, blankets and pillows were either scratched up completely, laying all over the place or were untouched as long knife like nails sunk deep into the nightstand nearby, gripping the wood so viciously it cut through the wood leaving scraps all the way down as a guttural noise of ultimate pleasure was let out and heard. Making the room vibrate as it did and letting the whole world know that someone…..

Was getting there shit rocked…

On the night of the full moon.

Screaming out each time there G-spot was jackhammered into enough they let out a howl of pleasure or squirted all over there lover, sending them into a frenzy of fucking for the next hour or two without a stop, thrusting there monstrous cock deep into there cunt, deep enough they penetrated the cervix thoroughly they went inside the womb. Fucking them faster, nastier, sloppier, anything in between it was rough and hotter than hell on earth.

Splitting there cunt in two, rearranging there guts as the cock slid against there walls, going balls deep as they angled there hips striking the spot that made there lover cry out there name on there pretty lips like a chant, sweat brewed and dripped off there bodies making them gleamed and shine like godless beings. Skins almost sticking to each other from the sweat and hotness, it was a pain to get unstuck but it was so exhilarating when they did, bodies to bodies so close to one another their hands went everywhere on them.

Hands on cock, leading it again to their ass or pussy to be filled so much with cum, it’ll be gushing from each hole just by pushing the stomach down or squirting it out when they get too full of their lover’s seeds. Producing stains that are impossible to get out even if they were cleaned multiple times from others but this time ... .the stains are permanent.

Not their problem, just the hotel staff's problem.

Nonetheless, mouths went on each other. Sucking or nibbling their lips hard enough leaving marks or bruises on them making them bleed thus starting a bloody makeout sesh with another as they explored each other's mouths, tongues twirling around each other. Dancing with the tunes of the past and sometimes the future, swirling and tangling up by accident due to piercings or sharp teeth that almost pierced the tongue making one flinch and the other chuckle in response, getting a special opportunity in advance.

Long snake-like tongue going deep enough down there throat, slurping them down like a snack as a bulge appears from the outside of their skin, almost making them choke as they slurp and slurp as the lover’s eyes went in the back of there head, almost stopping there breathing but just in time for the tongue to leave the throat and go back into the mouth to sloppily taint there lovers mouth with some of there fluids that came from there throat. Moaning and mewling as they were pushed down and up with a force of a thousand arrows as they grabbed onto the breasts of their lover.

Pulling their pierced and bloody tits, twisting them with their finger tips or sometimes mouth. Their fangs penetrate their skin, sucking on them like milk. Tongue licking around or on the tit, biting it making the lover howl out loudly.

‘’Fuck, Baby! Keep going!’’ The lover cried out, ramming their cock into them like a madwoman. Falling back onto their back as her tits were sucked and played with, bruises and marks forming from the teeth and fingers, blood seeping from the tit as the lover drank and moaned out how good the blood taste and how it made them feel as the sounds of smacking flesh intensified as the lover on top bounced up and down on the cock. Taking control, grinding on it roughly as their cunt clenched on it like a lifeline. ‘’STANLEY!!!’’

‘’VELVET!!! LOUDER!!! SAY IT!!! SAY MY NAME!!!’’ Paul screamed, a long wail coming out from his throat as he slammed down her cock thoroughly hard enough as a bull, sending a shock of instant pleasure through to them both as they made the most filthiest sounds together with their movements, voices, and bodies. Their hairs all over the places, bodies covered in more blood and cum than sweat, their eyes so dilated. It made them look like they were high on drugs but instead they were high on each other with how they looked intimately into each other with how their eyes shine when they made eye contact.

Paul with his golden browns, that reminded Velvet of the sun and Velvet with her crimsons, red as the blood that dribbled and squirted from her skin and onto Paul’s face as they made punctures with nails, teeth, piercing and sometimes….

With her cock, that hurt alot when they were going to far but intensely pleasurable when they did go far enough when it’s night like these, in a wrecked hotel room with the windows even open just for fun, which was velvet’s idea to ward or let people know that her creature of the night is taken and is her’s….

Forever.

As she made permanent marks into his neck, grabbing him by the throat. Sunking her teeth into him, blood spurting between her teeth as she deeper and deeper. Letting it trickle down his bruised skin, gallons upon gallons of blood came out, getting it on him and her. Smearing it all over their bodies as they slid against each other, chests rubbing against one another creating friction.

‘’Mommy….’’ Paul shakily moaned, letting out a breath of air. Laying down on Velvet completely, moving his dripping, soaking, bloody cunt up and down on her cock, directly hitting his G-spot with a perfect hit. Moving his hips around with her cock in him, feeling the piercings pierced his raw walls. ‘’Ahhhh~!!!’’ He cried, shaking and whimpering.

Putting his hands on each side of Velvet’s head, facing her down with an intense stare in his eyes that glowed brightly full of desire and lust. Leaning down completely, faces touching, breathing their musky and honey on each other, licking his lips. 

Breathing slowly, his dead heart racing like it was alive, fingers gripping into the blankets, flipping his hair back, he looked down and spoke….

‘’I’m not leaving this cock until i know for sure, i'm pregnant with your kits in me.’’

‘’Really, Darling~?’’ Velvet grunted, her hands going on his rump. Placing them on each side of his plump cheeks, gripping his soft and bruised skin. Her teeth shining, leaning up close to him, foreheads touching, glaring into each other’s eyes with such determination it was endearing to say the least. ‘’Your not going to get off my cock, until i make you swollen with my kits?’’ She questioned, grinning.

‘’I planned on it, unless…you have a problem with it….’’ Paul quietly said, almost turning his head away before Velvet turned him back to face her.

‘’Not at all, darling. I would love for you to bear my kits~.’’

‘’Really?’’ Paul asked, eyes widening. 

‘’Sure, since we’ve been doing this for a few years now and we’ve been spending time with each other with nobody else in our way, along with….how things between us…have risen quite well…’’ She goes, rolling around. Putting Paul underneath her, her hand went up to his cheek as she caressed it gently, stroking it on the side of his cheek.

‘’I think it’s time to settle down with a lovely vampire like you after all these decades of being alone with no companion by my side or your side….’’

‘’You mean….’’

‘’ I mean it, Stanley. I fucking mean it, i would love to have you by my side and would gladly start a new beginning, a new life and…new decade with you…Mon cheri~.’’

‘’Velvet….’’ Paul goes, eyes widening. Velvet’s hand goes to wipe the bit of tears from his eyes as she kisses it passionately, putting a strand of his dashing curls behind his ears, planting another kiss on him. His lips that were swollen and cut from the makeout sesh beforehand along with the ferocious biting that was inflicted on them both. ‘’I…i…’’

‘’Hmm?’’ Velvet hummed, wrapping her arms around Paul.

‘’I don’t know what to say….’’ Paul said, trailing off a little.

‘’Then don’t say anything, just feel.’’

‘’Feel?’’

‘’Yes, darling….’’

‘’Feel.’’

And feel they did.

Feeling each other’s soul’s intertwined and mingled with one another as there bodies, hands, mouths, everything went all over each other, just feeling each other intimately, intensely and most of all being personal with themselves as they fucked and made loved under the full moon in a hotel on a 13th of a friday night. 

Making everyone know from the inside and out, despite the sounds and movements of the lovers, something magical is happening right now and is starting off with a bang…

An explosive bang in fact that Paul spreads his legs so much that Velvet ram into him, thrusting and pounding his pussy while she listened to him speak and cry out with words that almost made her tear up knowing that he knows that they'll be together forever and ever thus giving him the path of not being alone anymore.

Giving him the chance, to have the things he wants and a family he dearly wanted with the person who he dearly loved and gotten to know personally without being afraid by how monstrous they were frightening, demonic, an outcast….

Like he was.

Both of them misunderstand, mistreated by humans or even there own kind before meeting each other and….

Creating a string binding them together, internally and eternally when they first laid eyes on each other on a rainy night that led them to a path they didn’t expect but a path that….

Granted them the future they truly wanted.

The future, as Velvet pulled out as she looked into Paul’s eyes, grabbing his leg, putting it onto her shoulder as she laid on her side by him, prodding his entrance, feeling his bush as she slide up between the walls of his labia, sending a rush of arousal to both of their cores.

Faces red as a cherry, eyes heavy with so much emotion it was unbearable as there breaths get much hotter as there hearts race as one of Paul’s hand goes down to his cunt, sliding it down between his walls, feeling the cock, the piercings and the veins protruding out from within as he rubs his fingers into the skin, picking at it gently and sensually before….

Spreading his folds, making it a big opening as he could with one hand…

Faintly feeling Velvet’s cock inside of him already before it has entered…

Looking at his lover with those doe-like eyes of his…

His mouth opens…

‘’Would you please do the honor of giving me your seed…the seed of the most gorgeous…woman of the world, in my life right now…Mon cher~? Paul asked, sweetly. 

Before feeling the tip slid into him, releasing a faint moan.

‘’I would be honored, Darling.’’

‘’Always?’’

‘’Always, besides…are you ready?’’

He nods, she speaks.

‘’Words, baby.’’

‘’Yes, i’m ready…now…’’

‘’Now, what?’’ Velvet grinned, sliding more into him.

‘’Fuck my brains out.’’

‘’Oohhh, i’ll do more than that.’’

‘’And what would that be?’’

Wicked glint glimmered those eyes of her’s as she settled inside of Paul, stroking him gently, nuzzling him and licking him with her tongue….

Slammed into the womb, so hard he saw a quick flash of light as he shivered against her, his mouth widening like O as she slammed and bashed his womb….

Making him totally speechless, while she spoke….

‘’I’ll rock your fucking world, until….’’

Another slam.

‘’I feel….’’

Another slam.

‘’Our kits…’’

Another slam, her hips stuttered.

‘’Being implanted…’’

Another slam, he wailed.

‘’In..’’

She leaned into his face, slamming really hard.

He clenches, she chuckles.

‘’You.’’

Hours came and went in an instant after that, as Paul laid bare naked on the bed covered with cum, blood and sweat as his wounds healed themselves and the cum from his gaping holes were seeping out between his legs, creating a puddle. Staining the bed more, as he breathed slowly from the intensity of the fucking and the full moon that had increased everything in them that made this very night a memorable one.

His cunt was beating harshly, his asshole clenched on nothing but the cum, his eyes were cloudy as a fog, his hand went up and rubbed his stomach. Clearly feeling the cum and the seeds swirling inside of him, fighting each other to get to the egg.

Even in internal, Velvet wants to be first.

‘’So…full..’’ He murmured, laying his head down on the tattered pillow.

‘’And delightful~.’’ Velvet cooed, mysteriously appearing beside him with a box of medicine and bandages along with some spare blankets, pillows and plate full of hearts, lungs and brain that made Paul’s eyes widened. Sitting beside him, she propped him with the pillows she had as she sat the box down beside him, opening it up with her claws.

‘’Exquisite, too~’’ She chirped, picking up scissors, cream and bandages. Seeing the look in Paul’s face.

‘’I know you can heal on your own, but with these you can heal faster.’’

‘’It’s not that.’’

‘’Then, what is it?’’

‘’The hearts.’’ Paul said, before using a whiff of his hand to bring the plate of hearts to himself, flying slowly to him, Velvet watching in awe. She’s used to seeing it by now, but no matter how many times she seen him use his powers, she was always amazed by how elegant and swiftly he did it. She smiled when the plate went in his hands as the heart faintly beat on the plate, blood trickling and dripping from the plate, landing on his legs. 

He sniffed, moaning.

‘’It’s fresh.’’

He sniffed again, licking his lips. Grazing against his fangs, as they appeared bloody red, stained with Velvet’s blood, bringing heat to Velvet’s cock.

‘’Taken from someone recently, a few minutes ago.’’

Sniff, sniff.

‘’Pulled out with a monstrous force of a grip.’’ 

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

‘’To feed their beloved…me~.’’ He grinned, before taking a full whiff of it.

‘’You ate them didn’t you?’’ Paul questioned, watching Velvet wrap the bandages around his legs, before looking up at him with a madly smile. ‘’Were they good?’’

‘��They were delicious but not as delicious as the heart, the liver or the brain but the screams were enlightening~.’’

‘’I bet they were.’’ Paul said, grinning widely before turning away blushing. ‘’I-i-i bet….’’

‘’They were but not as tasteful and gorgeous like you paulie~.’’ She hummed, making him blush as she chuckled. Cleaning his wounds more and more, wrapping his arms and rubbing some medicines into his skin, she sees them starting to heal faster as well Paul bringing more plates by his and her side.

Lining them up, along with two empty wine bottles.

‘’And you too, my lady~.’’ Paul said, holding up a wine bottle to Velvet as she grabbed it.

‘’Cheers to that~’’

‘’No…Cheers....’’ Paul spoke, grabbing the brain thus holding it above the two wine glasses, smashing and crushing it with his hands, the juice spilled and filled the wine glasses all the way to the top, almost overflowing it. Creating a rotten smell that would disgust humans, brought a erotic smell to the couple, stomachs growling and eyes dilated.

Kissing each other quickly, before clinking their glasses together.

‘’To the new year.’’

They declared, drinking the juice.

‘’To the world…’’

She grabbed the heart, he leaned in.

‘’To Us.’’

Sinking both of their fangs into the heart, thus letting it go into their mouths as it took….

It's last and final beat….

As the clock strikes….

Midnight. 

Been having a hard time trying to figure out what to write lately due to some writer's block and the heatwave, but luckily I managed to whip something quickly on this lovely Friday(I was busy yesterday couldn't post it XD), so I hope you like this bloody story and the mess of it all!

it may be tad violent, but hopefully it's not too violent....so...

Bon appetite~!

Tagging a few for this one - @angelbambisworld @spacedoutman

@sagii24 @insanityisdivine

@genesstankycodpiece

@sluttery-withoutshame

@vinniesasslicker1

@ravenh37

@whateverhappenedididnotdoit

and to anyone else who may stumbled upon this, I wish you luck!

Love, Butters!

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[la-femme-au-collier-vert]

IWTV Season Three Influences & References (so far) 😉

The First 21: How I Became Nikki Sixx by Nikki Sixx

Black Metal Rainbows edited by Daniel Lukes & Stanimir Panayotov

The Heroin Diaries by Nikki Sixx

The Art of Darkness: The History of Goth by John Robb

Set the Night on Fire by Robbie Kreiger

The Dirt: True Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band by Tommy Lee, Mick Mars, Vince Neil and Nikki Sixx

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)

Hedwig and the Angry Inch (2001)

Mentioned at the SDCC24 panel by Rolin Jones and Daniel Hart:

David Bowie (particularly mid 70s/ Ziggy Stardust)

Mick Jagger of The Rolling Stones

Jim Morrison of the Doors

John Cale of the Velvet Underground

Freddie Mercury of Queen

Nick Cave of the Bad Seeds

David Lee Roth of Van Halen

Nicki Sixx of Motley Crue

Iggy Pop

Prince

Otis Redding

Mark Sandman

Ryan Kattner

Chappell Roan

Brandon Flowers of The Killers

Bjork

Fiona Apple

Daniel Hart 

T-Rex

Beastie Boys

Redd Kross

Tim Rose

Serge Gainsbourg

Electric Light Orchestra

Sweet

Florence Welsh

Saint Vincent

Raleigh Ritchie

Benjamin Clementine

Moses Sumney

Douglas Dare

Jeff Magnum

Paul Westerberg of the Replacements

Franz Liszt

Shostakovich

Gustave Mahler

Lang Lang

Martha Argerich

Gustavo Dudamel

Maurice Ravel cited by Daniel Hart on X

Nirvana cited by Daniel Hart during Reddit AMA

Season 2 here

Season 1 here

[twohearts-hs]

Always & Forever Seven - Marshall Mathers x Reader Series

Words: 3.7k

Pairings: Marshall Mathers x Fem!Reader Series

Synopsis;: They loved each other with every fibre and being. They knew that they were meant to be together, but it seemed like every obstacle came in the way. She was twenty-one, he was forty and they knew that it would be hard. Therefore, they promised forever and always as they were meant to be together despite every turmoil that came their way.

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, Drugs, Abuse, Smut & Angst. More warnings will come throughout the series.

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Marshall heard those words over the phone before the line ended. He could not get a single word out. He could not fight her on this, but she made it clear.

They could not be friends anymore.

A piece of him wanted to go to her house at that very moment, but it was two in the morning and secondly, his daughters were home. Someone needed to be home.

She came into his life just as fast as she left.

However, he needed to fight for her. He needed to talk to her. However, she never answered the door or her phone.

Then there was Paul who suggested that he did not get involved. For his reputation sake…as Jake had a bad one and he did not need that on his radar.

However, he mourned losing his friend. His doll.

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September 2012

It was officially her final year. Y/N was graduating in the spring, and she could not wait. Elated did not even cover her feelings nor did thrill, excited or even happy. She felt successful. She felt accomplished.

She was the first one to go to university in her family. A family of trades and business owners, but none went to university.

Y/N made a name for herself.

However, a piece of her did mourn the relationship she lost with Marshall. She missed him…terribly but Jake…he was the love of her life.

She loved him so much.

That night happened once, and Jake promised never to do it again. What she later learnt was he was high. He did a line of cocaine…a few lines. Jake told her it was to get creativity for the album. However, all it did was break her heart.

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October 2012

Jake’s album was released and it was a rave. It was the release party and just like how the album was dropped, so was their relationship to the public.

Everyone knew of Velvet Concord, they knew of Jake and of course, they knew of his girlfriend. Jake bought her this beautiful dress for the release party. It was long and tight, but silk and beautiful with straps and pushed up her breasts. Y/N felt beautiful in her heels and her hair half up.

However, as she made her rounds at the release party, she could not help but frown as she spotted Jake talking to a blonde with big breasts and an ass. She watched from the corner as she touched him, kissing his cheek before handing something to him. It was small baggie and Y/N instantly knew what it was.

She turned around and walked out to the balcony. Drugs. He was doing drugs again. The last time he did drugs he hit her…

How would she get out of this now?

It was a house of celebrities, champagne and coke…

Jake was doing coke.

She watched him from afar, lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke away. He sat there with his buddies and that blonde, chatting and talking as they did a line and chugged the flute of champagne back.

This was new to her. She had never in her life seen this or believed she would be in this situation.

However, the way he did that line it was so natural to him. A second sense as if it was not his first rodeo. Jake did drugs…

Rock and roll life, she guessed.

However, as she stood in the corner with her dress and a jean jacket, she held her drink tighter bringing it to her lips. Watching and observing the show in front of him.

His brothers sat there too, and they joined.

Y/N graduated from champagne to whiskey the minute she knew he was going to do drugs. Her brows furrowed as she watched her boyfriend enjoy his high as he chatted with his friends and laughed. Y/N was in disbelief.

“You know they say,” a voice said from beside her, “when a woman drinks, she is either trying to get rid of her problems or trying to create them. But, when she drinks whiskey, she has stories.” Y/N listened, hearing the thick accent laced in the sultry voice.  

Slowly, Y/N turned to see who this stranger was beside her.

Blonde was the first thing she noticed. Tall, thin, dark eyeliner and a pearl-like smile. She was beautiful. With blue ocean eyes that were filled with wonder and adventure. They welcomed her with just a glance. Her voice was calm like a hello sent from heaven to soothe one’s anger in that moment.

Y/N never had seen this stranger before but she was breathless…and Y/N was speechless. She wore a black suit, but no top so her breasts hung free and was simply covered by the blazer. She had a flute of champagne in her hand.

“Florence,” she said, “but call me Flo.”

“Y/N,” she said. Flo was tall nearing five foot ten.

“Are you a rockstar, Y/N?”

She shook her head.

“Shame, you could be one. You are here so what are you?” Flo asked, grinning.

However, her identity changed in that moment. “I am an artist,” is all she said in response.

“Then you are a rockstar in your own creative terms.”

Flo was a fresh breath of air and when Y/N looked at her, the world stopped for a moment, and she felt peace.

Florence…Florence who? She had an accent…Dutch…German? It was a Germanic language of some sort.

“Are you?” Y/N replied.

“Am I a rockstar?” she smirked. “I am a bassist and you are an artist. So tell me, Y/N, who is your muse?”

Y/N looked at Jake in the living room, still smiling and laughing. Who was her muse? Never had she drawn Jake. She never did. She only drew the same face and body since she met him…

“His name is Marshall,” she whispered.

She smiled and then chuckled, lighting her own smoke. “Marshall is your muse, but you’re with the guitarist,” she slyly said.

“How did you know?”

“The look of betrayal on your face when he was doing the line. You know it is not the first time Jake has done it,” she hummed.

She knew him…She knew his name.

Y/N’s brows furrowed trying to figure out how she may know Jake.

“His band opened for my band on our last tour,” Flo said. “We partied a lot. Jake partied a lot. Fucked a lot of girls too,” she told her. Flo’s tone was harsh, with no sugar coating. “Y/N, he won’t stop. It’s the life of the road. The lifestyle. Rock and roll, baby.”

“He is with me though,” Y/N whispered.

“He may be your boyfriend, but he’s still a rockstar with a coke addiction.”

“He is not addicted-“

“He is good at hiding.”

Betrayal was all she felt as she looked at the beauty next to her. A lot has happened in this relationship; however, she learnt the truth. He was an addict. Y/N took a deep breath and then looked at the woman beside her.

“It isn’t just coke, is it?” Y/N whispered.

“We live a life we are not proud about,” she mused.

Y/N glanced at them again, through the glass to see her boyfriend with his bandmates and the women around them, leaning down and touching them. He had a broad smile across his face, chuckling and throwing his drink back.

Maybe Florence was right…rock and roll does change people and somewhere between the then and now, her man was changing into someone she did not recognise.

The emotions hit her faster than she thought, analysing the man she loved in the distance. Y/N felt Flo’s fingers graze her shoulder as she brushed her hair away.

Suddenly, the pity turned into anger.

Anger…consumed her like a wave taking the shore, stripping the beach to become wet and mucky… The problem with anger is that it gets a hold on you. It did not matter that she had a few drinks, but she was not herself now. Jake was different. Jake hurt her. Was it purposeful? She did not know, but Jake was not the Jake she fell for.

He was Jake Keough, the lead guitarist of this generation’s up-and-coming rock band. Worldwide known, rich with connections across the globe. Riffs so unique, he was creating modern age music…a new sound.

Anger becomes her boss, she got the unintended consequences. Y/N turned to the blonde woman and smiled.

“Thank you.”

Y/N pulled her phone out and opened the contact of the person she needed the most right now. His name was on the screen, and she pressed the button.

Unblock…call…

She placed the phone next to her ear as she turned to look out the balcony.

“Y/N?” his voice came through. It was rushed and haste, trying to see if she was there.

“I fucked up, Marshall,” she stated, “like really badly.”

“Where are you?”

Y/N told him the address.

“Be there soon.”

Then the line went. She turned to the blonde who smiled.

“Who do you love more? Marshall or Jake? Because of the way you said his name, sweetie it was dripping with honey.”

Who did she love? Y/N was a damn basket case at this moment, but she needed to get out of Jake’s life. She was just stuck. It clicked…

She was in a toxic relationship.

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Marshall had not heard from Y/N for a few weeks. It was nearly eleven at night when his phone lit up with her name.

She was calling him…His sweet doll was calling him which meant she was in trouble.

He pulled up the address and instantly saw the paparazzi and the cameras. His heart sunk slightly but he needed to go to her. He needed to save her. He needed his girl. Marshall threw his hood over his head as he got out of the car, hand in front of his face he pushed through the cameras to the party.

Y/N spotted him as soon as he entered. His eyes scanned the crowd till he found her and she instantly rushed to him.

“We need to go now,” she said to him once he was within arm’s reached, “before he notices I am gone.”

Marshall quickly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her through the crowd and back into the streets. Y/N ducked her head as cameras began to flash. Marshall’s arm wrapped tighter around her, pulling her closer and trying to block her face as they got into the car.

Once the door slammed, he looked at her and she looked at him too and instantly they hugged.

“I missed you,” he whispered in her ear before pulling away.

“Don’t take me home, please,” she whispered, “he will come find me.”

Y/N needed him, and nothing will stop him because…

He loved her and she loved him without even realising it.

Marshall pulled out into the traffic as he drove back to his place. His hand found her thigh, but Y/N quickly pulled away. She stayed quiet as they drove.

“Are you going to explain the phone call?”

“We could not be friends because of Jake,” she whispered ashamed.

“He is controlling you now. Distancing you from your friends. I am not fucking psychologist but that is a symptom of an abusive relationship.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “I know.”

He glanced over to see her head against the window.

“I am sorry,” she whispered, “for the phone call. I miss you too.”

He smiled. “What is he doing to you?” he whispered. “Is he…hurting you? Because if he, I will fucking kill him,” he barked. “If he laid a hand on you…”

What does she tell him? The truth perhaps but she could not. She had to figure this out for herself.

“No,” she said, “he is just controlling.”

He nodded but sighed. “Please do not do that again. Please do not call or…” he sighed, “You’re my best friend,” he whispered, “do not let any dick get between us, please.”

She nodded looking over to him and seeing him clench the steering wheel.

“You’re my world, Y/N.”

“Likewise, my muse,” she whispered.

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Marshall pulled up to his house, parked the car and opening the door for her. Y/N looked at her phone seeing several missed messages from Jake.

11:03 p.m.

From Jake: Where are you? Did you leave?

11:04 p.m.

From Jake: According to Flo, she said you left with your ‘muse’? Who the fuck is she talking about?

11:07 p.m.

From Jake: Thought that fucking Marshall and you were done and you left to go fuck him, huh. You just crawl into his arms when things get bad? I fucking knew you were fucking him. You fucking whore.

11:10 p.m.

From Jake: Don’t bother coming home. Ever again.

Y/N pocketed the phone, reaching out to grab Marshall’s hand. He pulled her close, as he opened the door. Then he dropped her hand.

Marshall toed his shoes off before walking to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water. Y/N stood in the corridor.

“Can I borrow your shower?” she asked.

“Yeah, you know where it is.”

Y/N walked up the stairs and made her way to Marshall’s bedroom. She walked into his room and smiled, breathing in his cologne before walking to the bathroom. She slowly undressed and got into the shower.

Y/N was in there for a while and Marshall began to get worried. He walked up the stairs and went to his closet to grab a pair of boxers and a tee for her to change in. However, the door was open, and Y/N was there…naked.

He watched her as she showered. Her back faced him, and he swallowed. Her ass…round and perfect but when she turned, his heart dropped.

Bruises. Her body was covered in bruises.

Marshall did not control his movements next. In his hands were the spare clothing, but he pushed off his foot and went directly to the shower. He was hot on his trail and stood in front of her.

Y/N jumped seeing a clothed Marshall in front of her.

However, even with her naked in front of her, he shook his head slowly.

“You lied to me,” he whispered as if his heart was breaking.

“Marshall, I am naked,” she whispered.

“You lied to me and that hurts,” he said louder.

“Marshall. I am in the shower.”

“He hurts you, doesn’t he?” he stated. “Y/N…does he fucking hit you?” he said with sharpness.

Y/N turned so her back was facing him. Biting her lip, she took a deep breath and then whispered, “Only when he is high.”

Marshall turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around her. Instantly, she fell into his arms as he held her close. His arms wrapped around her as he brought her out of the shower. Y/N turned around to face him.

“Why did you not tell me?”

“Because I thought every time was the last time.”

His arms held her close, as his eyes looked down. His hand came to cup her cheek and she smiled. It was a moment as she looked into those beautiful baby blue eyes and Marshall broke.

Her face and body, and voice and touch…the way her smile moves so slowly across her face like moonrise, how clearly he missed her and how clearly overjoyed he is to have her back. Y/N buried her face into his neck as he held her. All that she could think was that she needed him. She needed his arms around her, needed him to hold her.

But as they held another, Marshall kissed her with all the power he could muster, making up for all the weeks, moons, days, minutes and seconds their chapped lips had not been touching. And finally, finally, it felt like the world was no longer burning around him.

Y/N kissed him back holding his cheeks as their lips moved such passion. Y/N’s back hit the sink as his hands held her waist and cheek letting their kiss explore more. They kissed as no words explained how they felt. This is what they know.

Y/N pulled away and their foreheads rested against each other. For the first time, she felt complete. With him, she was at ease; her skin felt as though it was the right size. It seemed so natural, to talk to him about odd things. She had never done that before. The trust so sudden yet so complete and the intimacy frightened her…

Y/N pulled away and dropped the towel.

“Stop,” she said, and his brows furrowed. “Stop thinking about your worries. Just this once. Do not care about anything else but how you feel for me.”

“How I feel for you?” he whispered looking down to see her naked body. He swallowed and took a step forward.

“When we met,” she whispered, “three times. The chances. We are meant to be in each other’s lives…”

“What are you saying, Y/N?” he asked but her hands came to cup his cheek.

“You know what I am exactly saying.”

“Then say it.”

“Don’t make me,” she whispered.

He pressed a kiss to her lips and Y/N closed her eyes. “Marshall Mathers, I want you. Always you.”

And that was her way of saying it. She did not need to say the words as they were scary however, his kiss was powerful. However, she melted in his touch. Their kiss grew hungry as she walked forward, pushing him to the bedroom. Marshall removed his shirt throwing it behind them as his thighs hit the mattress.

Y/N’s hands trembled as she undid the belt, pushing his pants down and boxers. Marshall kicked them off as their skin hit one another…touching like fireworks going off.

She moaned from the heat that radiated off him, brushing her cool skin as their lips continued to move in sync. Marshall turned, pushing her against the bed. However, as he pulled away and leaned over her, he glanced down.

“You,” he said, “and me. Always.”

“We are an always type of thing,” she agreed, “always. You and me.”

It was their way of saying; I love you without the commitment. They feared love but they needed love and as they kissed, they knew the truth.

His hands moved from her waist to her breast, kneading it as her lips went to his jaw.

“Y/N,” he moaned, “Doll face.”

Y/N kissed his jugular as her hands ran down his chest, feeling his thick muscles and abs. She pulled away and looked back in his eyes.

Her fingers grazed the side of his jaw before touching his lips.

“You are never going back,” he whispered. “You’re mine. Forever.”

All she did was whisper, “Please.”

It was all he needed to press kisses down her chest, over her nipple before sucking it and letting it go away. His arms pushed her legs apart. Marshall settled between them, but his finger danced with such scandal down her abdomen. His lips pressed a kiss to her naval.

“You’re beautiful. You’re delicious,” he purred before pressing a kiss where she wanted it the most…right in the sweet spot. Instantly, her back curled as a loud demanding moan came from her.

Marshall smirked as he did it again with a little more force before pulling away. His fingers replaced its spot on the clitoris, pressing before moving in circles.

“Pretty girl. All mine. Forever,” he cooed. “My girl.”

“Yours.”

He went down, curling his fingers and pushing them inside of her as his lips pressed against her heat. Y/N’s hand went to his hair, running through it before moaning. He was magic as his tongue danced in places, she only dreamed of him touching. It was pleasure, it was lust, it was heaven and boy, she was ready to get on her knees to pray.

His tongue worked wonders and as he went on, she felt the knot. She felt the wave of pleasure and suddenly she was screaming his name.

Marshall placed a hand over her mouth, shushing her before kissing them closed.

“Wake up the whole neighbourhood, huh?” he mocked.

He was hard. She felt it. He felt it. However, as she rode her orgasm…he was not prepared.

“I want you,” he said.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“I am clean and on birth control.”

He nodded and looked down to her body and seeing the bruises. It was like seeing them all over again.

“Did he hurt you? By touching you?”

She shook her head. “They are old.”

“How old?”

“Two weeks maybe.”

He shook his head. “I will fucking kill him. I will fucking end his life the next time I see him. I want his corpse on a fucking stick in my yard.”

“Shh,” she whispered, “love on me. Murder later.”

His lips were back on yours as she moved her legs to wrap around him. Marshall entered her slowly, feeling him stretch her walls and fill her in ways she only dreamed. It was so different than anything she felt before. It was simply magical. Her eyes rolled back as he began to pump in and out of her.

His lips attached to the side of her head as his lips whispered sweet nothings. Bliss, pure bliss and she had no words just sounds of rapture. Her fingers grasped his back, nails digging as she scratched and ran her hands through his hair.

“So good,” he whispered, “perfect.”

Y/N rolled their bodies, moving to straddle him as she sunk on him. Marshall pushed up so their chest was flushed. His hands ran through her hair as their lips barely touched. Moans came from them as they shared the same breath of air.

It was not fucking. Far from it. It was love. It was magical. It was perfection.

They needed one another like oxygen. Like drugs…intoxicated and need a fix. As she rolled her hips and he hit the right places, they moaned. His hands ran up and down her back before cupping her waist.

Then he pushed her to the side and began thrusting from behind. She was on her side as his hand cupped her cheek, finger on her chin and tilting her head to him. Lips against one another as they came together.

They moaned one another’s name as their highs came. Pulsing, shockwaves, vibrating feelings of pure pleasure.

Eyes closed and feelings absorbing. They fell on the bed.

They were lying on their backs as he looked at one another.

Then he said something dangerous, “I think I love you.”

And her heart melted. “I love you too, Marshall Mathers.”

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And all the pieces fall, right into place // Part Four

So these two slightly disturbed and (one of them at least) psychotic doves had to get married eventually ..

All feedback is welcome <3

English is not my first language 

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

Warnings: Its finally smutty and its about Feyd, so....

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Na Baron Feyd Rautha x Atreides!Reader

FxM

3.212 words

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Your descent is quiet, as you are still unable to think or speak clearly, while Feyd Rautha seems tense and concentrated. With the ease he demonstrated on the ascent, you are sure that this has nothing to do with him facing physical challenges with the task at hand. You want to ask him about it but decide to stay silent instead, afraid to reveal more of yourself than you already have. He was promised a Bene Gesserit bride, and so far, you have behaved more uncontrolled and wanton than you ever could imagine.

The sun's rays bask your ancestors' home in a golden blanket as you enter through the gates again, where servants are already waiting for you. The exertion of today takes its toll on you, and your limbs feel heavy. Na Baron, graceful and still full of vigor as if he had done nothing but rest all day, turns to you, taking your hand in his firm grip. The touch of his lips on your knuckles sends an electric current through your core, filling the air between you with something akin to longing. "My Lady," his voice a low murmur, a force veiled in restraint, before he enters the corridors of the castle, shadowed by the servants.

Left to navigate the tumult of your own mind, you all but flee to the room where the chaos began for you, the guest library, as if the essence of the last evening's events might still be found among the scrolls and candles in it. The door gives way under your touch, revealing the Reverend Mother and Lady Jessica in the velvet-draped armchairs, their gazes piercing the flickering light. "Ah... I just wished to—" Your words faltered, and you felt like yet again you are on the precipice of stumbling into something you cannot undo.

A welcoming smile graces your mother's lips. "I knew you'd come to us," she says, the question of how lay unasked as you stepped into their world, closing the door on the shadows that trailed you. You are not even surprised and just let the question of how go unasked.

The Reverend Mother's voice, calm and unfazed by your confusion, carries the explanation, so clean and cutting that you are shocked by the directness of it. "The Reverend Mother Margot at the Emperor's court has failed. She has convinced the emperor that she will bear him the Kwisatz Haderach," her words with an icy undertone, mixed with disgust. "The Emperor fears the loss of power, the alliances of our houses a threat he cannot ignore. The presence of the Harkonnens here is no accident; it's a guarantee of our safety."

Dryness claims your throat as the implications of this take form in your mind. "Does Father know? Am I the last to be told?"

"Your father is aware. Na Baron remains in the dark, but neither he nor the Baron Vladimir is blind to the currents of politics. Paul suspects as much." It takes all your resolve not to fall at your mother's feet as if her embrace might save you from any harm coming her way and your unborn sisters' way.

"Yet, it was he who wished that Arrakis be governed by us. My marriage, arranged from birth—" you state, confusion still swirling around you like dust in the air.

"Indeed, child. But Margot Fenring's betrayal has set a new course, one that places you at the heart of the Emperor's plans. The future is yours and Paul's to create now. If his marriage to the Fremen Princess is successful and you ensure you can manage some of Feyd Rautha's more volatile tendencies," the Reverend Mother pauses, "then your bloodlines will take control of Landstrad without even trying, and CHOAM holds loyalty to the Duke of Arrakis, no matter what they proclaim otherwise."

In the following days, you keep coming back to the library, training with your mother and Reverend Mother as much as you can. Lady Jessica couldn't help but feel a sting of pride at your eagerness and concentration, pushing yourself to your limits. This left you exhausted and almost silent during dinners, keeping your interactions with the Baron to fleeting gazes. It felt like each sight of him frayed your strained mind a little bit more, with darkness creeping into the edges.

You are aware that Na Baron continues his daily training undeterred. You hear Gurney and Duncan whisper about it amongst each other. They seem impressed with his combat skills, something that you don’t see them being often. You tell yourself that after making yourself rare for the last few days, it's only polite to see your betrothed the day before your wedding. Arriving at his guest quarters, you knock, but no one answers. Guided by an urge you are too afraid to name, you press on the indentation on the door, and within a step, you are in his chambers. His attire is folded with immaculate precision along the shelves, his blades, gleaming, lay in a seated shelf. It feels so intimate to get a peek into his tiny world here, an exhilarating feeling rushes through your body.

„What are you doing here?“ 

A hissing, high pitched voice behind you startles you. You swirl around and look into black eyes of a woman, boys as Na Baron, dressed in leather overall, if those tiny scraps couldn’t be called clothing at all. Her eyes have to whites or pupils, but are just filled with back, making her seem like a wild animal. 

„Who are you“ You spit back at her.

„She is in Lots quartersssss… she will take him from ussssss“ Two other creatures appear from his bedroom, three of them looking together identically, The hair in your neck rises

„I am not the once to answer you. Now make space“ You take a step back, but the woman only come closer, his limbs moving slowly and in unnatural angels. 

„Dont thinksss soo. Why let you leave if we can kill you and have him to ourselfesssss“ and with it one of them lunges at you, her nails at your neck, her meta smelling breath on your face. You smack her away, but its three agains one and you feel a stream of blood running down your gown and arms, the pain searing. 

„Stop now“ within seconds you are free, crawling backwards and scrambling on get your feet 

„Who are you?“

The creatures only make cracking sounds in return. „Well then,“ you finally regain composure and try to ignore the drops of blood on your hands. „You can keep that to yourselves as a last thing you do.“ And just as you are about to use your voice on them again, Na Baron appears with sweat running along his cheek, this tunic clinging to his body, revealing the chilled muscles of his chest and abdomen. His gaze wanders between you and the women, between your blood on the floor and the blood on their claw-like nails.

„ I see you could not behave as I told you“ 

For a second you are enraged only to realize that he is not talking to you. „What did I say?“ His voice is pure fury. „We are so sorry, my Lord. She was here uninvited, she shouldn't“" So you decided to lay your hands on my future wife? On my betrothed?“ The women treble with each word „“Forgive us my lord“ the pleas, black tears running down their cheeks. „I forgive you“ he says, looking into their faces and with a low, wishing sound he releases the blade from its holster on his hip, slinking through their throats in one motion.

You stare at the scene before you, the pool of blood crawling to your feet. He steps right through it and gazes into your eyes. „No one will hurt you again, my Lady. No one will ever lay hands on what’s mine“ You only nod and let his kiss seal the promise. Whatever softness he has shown before is gone and is replaced by hunger and ferocity that leaves you breathless. He seems to devour you with his tongue and as you come for air there is wickedness in his features. „I think you should run now, my princess, for I am not sure how long I can hold back myself“ Your feet run on their own, leaving him laughing in the wake. So this is a glimpse of what his true nature is rumoured to be, You would be lying if you would say you are enamoured with him even more now. 

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On the day of the wedding ceremony, you stay in your chambers. Duke Leto tries to protest as Paul comes to you, but his words fall on deaf ears. Only now do you begin to think of how many secrets had been whispered within those walls for centuries? Your handmaidens dress you, the gown is long and heavy with beads, mixing the vibrant green tones of Caladan, covered with floral patterns. As you move the beads sound almost like raindrops on cobblestones, a Melodie that carries you through the day. 

When it is time, your father leads you to the grand hall, where guests are gathered in the sea of candles. The light of the flickering flames is mirrored by your dress and you hope it can distract from the crimson creeping up into your face. Na Baron stands at the end of your walk and suddenly you feel the weight of the legacy you are carrying, how the cloth that is going to bind your hands together will bind the destiny of your families into one. His figure is dressed in a flowing black coat, that od closed at his shoulders with chrome insignia of his house. His waist is lacking the ear so he presents knifes. He is a presence of solemn elegance. When your eyes meet, a hunger flickers through his composure, but otherwise he aims almost motionless. His white skin almost glows in the light, his posture reminiscent of the pillars at the entrance of the hall. The words of the vows are spoken and with the knot at your wrist, all the whispers of the future materialize in front of you. You can feel the heat radiating from your husband's body, but he doesn’t take your hand and his expression is more guarded than you could ever give him credit for. A small disappointment rears its head, but you focus on your breathing. Your prance, the paragon of elegance and dignity, stand at your side, while Baron Vladimir and his nephew, both imposing in their own way, seem to scan you and your family still with a touch of confusion, as if they are still unsure if this is the inevitable turnout of e union, their leaves whispering in the gentle breeze, a melody of timelessness and change.

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The feast seem total stretch itself into an eternity, with each new dish brought forward, each cheer to the couple more grating to your ears than the other. Feyd Rautha seems to sense your absentmindedness as he touches your lower back, startling you. A laughter roars through the halls as he presses his lips hungrily on yours his tongue in your mouth and his grip on your back. You feel the eyes of the guests in you and cannot believe that this is actually something that is happening to you. Such a display of attraction is not something you are used to seeing and even less experiencing. When he finally lets you go, your face is red and flustered and with him leaving into your ear, your hands try to hold him at a distance.

„None of that now, dear Na Baroness“ his voice sweet and low, as sweet as the snakes gaze at the rabbit it is about to devour. „You are mine now, remember“. You tremble at him addressing you with your new title, another piece of the puzzle setting into the new reality you are facing. Two handmaidens appear at your side and you are gestured to leave the halls. The cheering gets even louder and from the corner of your eye, you say Jessica raising an eyebrow at the Duke, who try to remain graceful and stoic through the ordeal. 

Instead of your rooms, you are brought to the east wing. The chamber's candles mirror the grand hall, a subtle echo of their grandeur. The handmaidens leave out a nightgown for you, a whisper of black silk and lace and run a bath, fragrant with myrrh and pine. Hot water mist rises up from the basin, with tiny droplets lingering on your hair and gown. Just as one of the girls begins to untie the intricate laces of your corset on your back, Feyd Ruth’s voice fills the room.

„What do you think you are doing?“ 

„We are..“ The girl, clearly afraid bows down and tries to explain herself.

„You are leaving“ he declares and they follow the command at once. 

You stay frozen on the spot, the small sounds of the dress beads on the floor retrying your shiver. 

He is right behind you, the fabric of his cloak mixing on the floor with yours. His breath is on your neck, intensifying the shivers, which are now infused with anticipation. 

His hands resume the handmaiden's works, unrevealing the masterfully woven ties until your back is exposed to him, your dress holding on to the sure edges of your shoulders. He lets his nails glide along your spine, leaving tiny red lines on your sensitive skin. When his fingers leave your skin you feel a twinge of disappointment, but within a glimpse of a second, they return to push down the dress, as it now gathers on your hips, being held in place by the last pieces of the laces. You feel exposed and try your best to to ver up, as he circles you, with the precision of a vulture hunting down its prey. Whatever restrain he had it seems to fade by a second. His Tonge flicks his lips, as he places one hand on your neck and disposes of the rest of the dress with the other. You are standing now bare infant of him, unable to log away, as his left palm holds your face in a position facing him. His right hand disappears uncerismonuoisly between your thighs, and brushing over your sensitive sport, circling your entrance. „ I am pleased to find you so welcoming“ he smirks, feeling the wetness of your folds. You try to say something in return, but your mind is wiped clean, when his lips are at your neck, sucking at the skin around your collarbones and leaving bruises in their wake while his other hand is still at your core. 

He thought about this moment since your first kiss, letting all kinds of scenarios wander before his eyes. The Imagery of you bound to his bed, on your knees in-front of him, your hands behind your back and his hand in your hair. But for now, none of them seem enough to brand you as his. Your readiness however thinly veiled spurs him on and when he is satisfied with the chain of marks on your neck, he continues with your breasts, sucking and biting, which each whine you can hold back making him even more ferocious, The moonlight mixes with the candles, letting you appear like an ethereal creature, with soft curves and redness to the bitten spots, something divine and foreign to him. When your hands find his shoulders, still fully clothed, his voice is full of mischievous glee, like a spider that sensed something juicy got caught in the net. 

„ I don’t remember allowing that, my Lady. But it's your first transgression, so see it as a chance to learn.“ 

A glimmer of fear finds its way into your mind, the memory of his hand cutting a human throat quite fresh on your mind.

„Now be a good girl and turn to the wall. You obey, feeling the relief of the tapestry pressing into your skin, a friction so irritating and delicious you almost cannot stay still. 

„You are only getting 5 blows, but you are going to count them loud for my, my Na Baroness“ You sense how eager he is and brace yourself. Yet the pain is so searing on your bottom, ah his hands land flat on it, leaving a screaming red mark immediately that your legs tremble.

“It seems you didn’t count this one, so we have to start again“ Another blow on your butt cheeks lands with an intensity you didn’t expect.

„One..“ You manage to press between your teeth.

„Now that's better“ He almost purrs, a cat satisfied with its cats.

By the time the last blow lands, your are a mess of pain and desire.

You lay on the bed, your mind and body in a haze of desire and angst, as his clothes are disappearing on the floor. Your eyes wander dawn from his abdomen to his groin, where an unmistakable proof of his desire is covered in precum. He notices your reaction. 

„It seems like you are ready for me, but you have to prove it to me yet“. He gestures you to get on all fours, your face to him. His thumb runs along your already swollen lips, and he nudges then apart. He fills your mouth, while clawing at your har, and when you look up to him, the blue in his eye is almost gone. His thrust are hard and fast, a gagging sounds that seem to please him and just as he settles into a ferocious rhythm. But just as you think his peak is nearly there, he stops and you see how a human in him disappeared and a relentless beast has emerged. He scoops you up and oxeye you are place with your back on the silken sheets, he aligns himself with your entrance.

„All mine“ he growls and enters you in one motion. As much as you anticipated this moment, you feel utterly unprepared by being filled out like this. He doesn’t pause and takes up the pace from before. You close your eyes and another orgasm makes you scream his name like a drowning person screaming for help. His Whole body is towering over you, a marble statue that came alive. The veins on his forearms becoming more prominent, his breathing ragged and shallow. To see him unravel spurs you on even further and your nails find his shoulders and back again, gliding down to his butt, revealing red stripes on the marble in their wake.You feel your whole being clinging onto him and his own peak follows closely. You feel his warmth filling you, his last pumps weakening, as hi almost collapses onto you. None of you is able to speak. There is a tiny trickle of sweat between his shoulder blades and along cheek bon, With an inexplicable urgency you flick out your tongue and lick it up from his face. With some of the icy flu of his eyes returning, he regards you with a satisfied smirk. „Please rest assured, that I am not done with you yet, my lady“. 

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@moonsoulk @aoi-targaryen

[inkofthebrain]

Imperial

[Paul Atreides x Reader] 1179 words

Paul Atreides, Duke of Arakkis, takes the hand of the Emperor’s eldest daughter for the throne, yet neither are pleased. They know they must learn to be civil, but what will it cost them…

Tags: post-Dune 2, strays from book canon, no use of y/n, dune typical everything, Corinno!Reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers kind of? ARRAIGNED MARRIAGE TROPE EXCEPT BOTH PARTIES ARE PISSY ABOUT IT, not proofread LOL.

Warnings: Dune typical themes, motifs, and actions

A/n: ITS HERE! Sadly, there will be longer times between updates. But to mitigate that I have decided that shorter chapters and for frequent chapters will do better for my writing stamina

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Eight———

The great hall is exceptionally expansive, its high ceilings supported by massive wooden beams. The room is filled with guests, all dressed in their finest attire, the women in flowing gowns and the men in tailored suits. The windows are bedecked with heavy velvet drapes, though right now they're left open to let in the soft golden light of the afternoon sun.

At the far end of the hall, you see the altar where the officiant stands, poised and expectant. Before him stands Paul, his figure tall and commanding, a vision in his ceremonial attire.

The atmosphere in the room is electric, charged with excitement and anticipation, yet you can’t help but feel anything other than fear. The guests are silent, their eyes fixed on you as you make way down the aisle. The music swells softly, its notes a perfect accompaniment to the scene unfolding before you.

Countless factions and political powerhouses are in attendance, all sat in organized sections waiting to bear witness. The Bene Gesserit stand in the shadows, Irulan eyes sticking out behind her veil. You give her a curt nod. Each step is carefully calculated and filled with poise. You carry a small smile on your face as you elegantly approach the altar. A facade of power.

As you make your way to stand in front of Paul, your heart is pounding in your chest. The officiant speaks, commanding the attention of the room. "we are gathered here today to witness the joining of two illustrious houses," he begins, his voice resonant and clear. "House Corino is an ancient line renowned for their wisdom and strength, their rule over the great empire marked by benevolence and prosperity. and joining them is the house of atreides, heirs to a long-standing legacy of honor and courage, their reputation built upon fearless leadership and unwavering loyalty."

as the officiant continues his speech, his voice takes on a more somber tone. "however, even in the grand tapestry of empires, a darker shadow looms. the emperor's rule has been marked by greed and corruption, injustice and tyranny. the empire has become a prisoner of its own vices, its people suffering under the weight of its excesses."

"but now," he declares, his voice rising with newfound hope. "with the union of these two great houses, a beacon of change has appeared." he turns to you and Paul, his eyes gleaming with optimism. "the atreides-corino union represents a hope for a new era, a time of prosperity and justice that will transform the empire for generations to come!"

As his voice rings through the room as you and Paul stand side by side observing the short applause. Dignitaries from all areas of the spacing guild and known universe have come to witness the eminent shift of power. The lesser houses hoped for more riches and power while the great houses feared for their standing within the new empire.

Breathe. That’s what you remind yourself. Just breathe. You have the weight of an empire on your shoulders yet you hold your head high. You refuse to falter, there is no room for weakness within this court; this you know very well.

the officiant looks towards you and Paul once more, a soft smile playing on his lips. "and so, as the stars witness this union, may the wisdom and strength of the golden lion, the honor and courage of the atreides, and the hope for a brighter future coalesce in this moment, and forever change the course of the empire's history. let the union be sealed, and the new epoch begin!"

He guides the two of you to a lavish table where union documents are played out. Paul approaches first as the room is filled with an eerie silence. He takes a deep breath before glancing down at his fathers ducal signet, pouring out a small puddle of wax and pressing his fist into it, leaving an impression of the Atredies crest. He steps back and motions for you to go next.

As you walk up you notice the existing signatures recognizing this marriage. High court officials, Lady Jessica, and your father. His lavish signature mocks you from the paper. His last decree is the overturning of his power. You take a deep breath and grab the pen layed on the table and sign your name. It is done.

Your feet trail backwards and your back is met with the arm of Paul, who then swiftly turns you to face the audience.

“House Corino and House Atreides have been conjoined! Through sickness and health, times of peace and times of war; this union will stand triumphant.” The officiant speaks into the air before turning to you and stating your name and title, “Do you recognize this union?”

Without thinking you begin to speak, “I do.” Your voice doesn’t falter.

“Duke Atreides , do you recognize this union?”

You feel Paul slightly stiffen before speaking, “I do”

From the pedestal adjacent to where you and Paul are standing lay the wedding bands. Within moments they are presented to the two of you, you with Paul’s and him with yours. No explanation is needed for the next steps.

Paul’s hand reaches for your left and you raise it to him. His hands are rough and slightly scarred, from training and perhaps Arrakis, as they slip your ring on.

It’s anything but delicate, the titanium wraps around your finger coming to a plateau at the top where a compacted sphere of spice encased in some preservative lay. It's similar to Paul’s, which you hold in your right hand. A silver band with spice marbling that demands your attention.

Your eyes flicker up to meet him as he releases your hand and outstretches his left. You slip the ring on before averting your gaze to the officiant. The silence in the room is broken.

“Duke Atreides, you may kiss your bride.” He states.

You turn your eyes to meet Paul’s before taking a deep breath. A kiss to seal your fate. The entire sentiment is ironic to you, such a soft and delicate act to mark the beginning of such struggle and pain. You have yet to see it but something within you shudders with the weight of the future.

Your eyes lock with Paul’s blue eyes as he leans in, his face cupping your cheek before his lips meet yours. His lips are soft and warm, a slight twinge that reminds you of cinnamon. Spice. Power over spice is power over all. A power which you are soon to hold.

As you pull away you wonder if Paul will falter under the weight of the crown. There is a want within him which you have yet to place, a want that proceeds past that of wealth and power. In the short time you have gotten to know your now husband, you have learnt a few things about him. He is strong and loyal like his father was yet cunning and intelligent like his mother. He has seen things you cannot even imagine, the significance of the power he holds terrifies you, yet you fear more for what power this union will birth.

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andar conmigo ~ part 10

A Walk in the Clouds/Don John crossover outline/fic- Paul Sutton x fem!Reader x Don John triangle ~ You grow up at Las Nubes vineyard, and have to go home to your dying father. You take your fake new husband, Sgt Paul Sutton, with you...Your old flame don John does not like this at all. Warnings: don John STILL being himself an asshole, nsfw chapter map

For once you wake before Paul, and you relish the chance to admire his sleeping form in the morning sunlight. He looks innocent as a child in rest, and you lightly caress the curve of his cheek. 

In the sober light of day–not much sense has returned to you. You still feel head over heels lost to this man, and with a sigh you quietly accept that he has changed you. To simply know this man is to love him, and for the umpteenth time you marvel at how his wife Betty could have let him go. 

Her loss, you think with some unbecoming smugness. 

He wakes, those long eyelashes fluttering, and you can’t help but compare him to a princess rising from her sleeping spell. Madre de Dios this man is so pretty, and your heart is so full it hurts. 

“Hi,” he says softly, and you lean in to press your lips to his. “Are you ok?”

You tilt your head, not sure what he means. Last night had been otherworldly, at least for you. “I’m wonderful. ¿Por qué?” 

“Just…everything, yesterday. And last night. The way that jackass talks about you...”

It moves you to your toes, that this is the first thing he asks you today. You can’t help but think about how that jackass talked about Paul too, and your mood falls. “I’m so sorry about last night. I never should have put you through that. If you want to leave…I understand.” 

You can’t leave your father now, but a part of you wishes Paul would leave Las Nubes. You have a terrible feeling about what might happen, if he remains in don Juan’s proximity. 

However, he snorts at that idea. “The only way I’m leaving here is with you, sweetheart. And I know we can’t go yet.”

You sigh. You could move out of the hacienda, at least, back to your father’s house. But you wouldn’t have the privacy you do here, at the end of the hall in the grand mansion. Perhaps you have been suckered by some of the Aragón’s opulence.  

“What did he say to you? Last night?”

Paul just shakes his head, blowing out a long breath. “Just more veiled threats and talking up how long his illustrious ancestors have been here, fighting for what’s theirs.” Then he laughs, a thing that is fast becoming your favorite sound. “I think I could take him down a peg.” 

You run an appreciative hand over the generous bulge of his biceps, lifting your eyebrows with approval, your thoughts turning warm and fuzzy as velvet as desire clouds your brain. “I’m sure you could.” You kiss him again, a lingering press of lips that fills you with butterflies. “But please don’t. He will make it go badly, somehow. That man is a snake.” 

“Hmm.” He rolls over on you, and a wave of desire overcomes you as his weight presses you into the bed, his lips on yours. He sits up on his elbows to ask, “And I’m…just helpless as a lamb?”

“I know you’re not helpless, Paul.” You reach up to brush his hair out of his eyes. It immediately falls back down again, and he smiles. “You’re just…precious to me.” 

“Precious, huh?” He moves his hips against you, the bulge of his morning arousal unyielding against your center. “That sounds…like you sorta like me,” he teases. 

“Yes. I sorta like you,” you agree with a smile, spreading your legs more. You know you’re playing with fire, but you just can’t stop with this man. He doesn’t ask you this time. He doesn’t need to–just slides inside, because you are already so wet for him, and this is the way you are meant to be. 

He closes his eyes, moaning as he loses himself in slow, deep thrusts inside you. You find yourself thinking this is your idea of heaven, entwined with Paul Sutton, with nothing between you. There is no purer state of being, than sharing your body with this beautiful man.

When he draws back to meet your eyes while he moves inside you, you are ruined. He takes you to the top of the mountain with no hands at all, just beautiful friction between you and his soft brown eyes staring into your soul. It is only by a miracle does he manage to withdraw from the warm perfection of your clenching pussy at just the last moment, spilling himself on your thigh with a shuddering groan.

When he finally regains mental function, his head on your breast, he pants, “Have I mentioned…I’m kicking myself?”

You offer a breathless laugh, also wishing you had some of those useful rubber contraptions. “I might kick you too.”

He laughs at that, then turns an adorably pouting lower lip upon you. It’s completely unfair, and you take it all back, giggling. “I’m joking. You’re so good to me,” you marvel, running your fingers through his hair. He looks at you, waiting a little longer, hopeful for those three sacred words, but not pushing you. “You’re the best man I know, Paul. I adore you.” You mean it, and you hope it’s enough for now. 

A part of you knows that once you say those other three words…it will be the last nail in your coffin. You’ll never want to leave his side.

You’re slowly beginning to accept that might not be such a bad thing.

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You get to see the mare in question later that morning, on your way to your father’s house to relieve Josefa. Don Juan catches you on the path astride his black mare, and you have to admit it may be the most beautiful horse you’ve ever seen. You hate to say it…but he is magnificent too, a consummate horseman, as at home in the saddle as on his own two long legs. 

Perhaps it is not your fault, that you are impressed by such things. It’s in your blood. The horses your people brought from Spain shaped the destiny of this country, for better or for worse. 

“Buenos días, señorita.”

“Señora,” you insist, annoyed that he persists in his suspicion that Paul is not your real husband. 

“Pfft. If you say so.” He smirks down at you, his large hands in black leather gauntlets gripping the reins. “Sombra, where are your manners?” He gives a signal to his horse, and she takes a step back, dipping her front legs and bowing her head. A pretty trick that makes you smile, despite yourself. He tips his hat at you, and trots off before you can rake him over the coals for his atrocious behavior the night before.

Settling for rolling your eyes and grumbling under your breath, you continue on your way.

It is one of those beautiful days at Las Nubes that makes you almost wish you could stay here. The weather is fine. The sheep bleat in the distance, and the birds sing in the trees. You and your sisters moved your father out to a rope bed in the shade, and he is enjoying it too, your hand in his. 

You hate to say that these have been some of the nicest hours you’ve spent with him in your lifetime. He was always such a stern man, and distant, after your mother’s death. But sickness has softened some of his hard edges, and he talks to you like a person, and not a thing that needs ordering about. He tells you snatches about this and that, memories of your mother and life at Las Nubes long before you were born. Life here has not changed much, over the decades. 

At midday after you feed Papa and settle him inside for a nap, Anjelica takes over, and you are free to go find Paul. In the distance at the corrals you hear whistles and gritos, shouts of encouragement, and you know the men must be working the horses now that the harvest is done. It is a second source of income for Las Nubes, as well as a point of pride. Just as don Juan said, with patience and hard work, some of the finest horseflesh to be found in Alta California comes from his stables.

As you near closer you see Paul’s unmistakeable tall form leaning on the fence with the other men. One of them is clapping him on the back. Everyone has warmed to your husband, suspicion of the gringo turned to warmth as he proved a hard worker with an open heart. Everyone, except for Juan.

You see that He Himself is in the center of the corral, the ringleader working out a silver grulla stallion, making the horse run in circles by swinging a rope. You feel a little sorry for the horse, knowing his fate, though you also know Juan is not really hurting him. 

You lean against Paul when you reach him, not interrupting his halting conversation with Fernando, Josefa’s husband, who barely speaks English, but is still determined to explain to their newest recruit what don Juan is doing. Paul listens earnestly none the less, nodding like he understands every word. You hide your smile against his sleeve. This man is a saint walking among you.

Paul slips his arm around you wordlessly, and you are content standing moulded to his side at the fence rails. To say you are looking forward to siesta today is an understatement.

You do not know it, because in Paul’s arms you aren’t really paying attention to don Juan, but he sees everything all while he is working the unruly horse. The thing could use a few more laps to tire him out more, but he manages to get the saddle on the animal’s back without the stallion bucking it off. 

“He’s ready for you, señor Sutton!” 

All the men whistle and yell enthusiastically for Paul’s chance to prove himself among them. 

Your blood runs cold. 

“No,” you say quietly, your fingers turned to claws clutching his arm. 

Paul looks from you to everyone around saying exactly the opposite, looking to him expectantly.   

“Pa-ul!” sings out Juan. “Show us vaqueros how it’s done!” 

You watch as their eyes meet across the dusty corral, and a challenge is leveled between them. Testosterone wreaks its damage, and you know Paul isn’t going to listen to you, even as you continue to pull on his arm. 

“How hard can it be?” he asks you naively. “You just gotta hold on, right?” You sense the ‘If he can do it, I can do it’ subtext in his statement, and your heart is in your throat.  

“He’s been doing this since the day he could walk, Paul. It’s dangerous. Please don’t,” you beg him, shaking your head. You have a terrible feeling about this, and your bones are laden with pure dread. 

“I survived getting shot at by Nazis for four years. I can probably survive riding a horse.”  He is not short with you, but there is an edge to his words, and this is a stubborn side of Paul you have not seen yet. 

For the benefit of the Spanish speaking spectators, Juan says loudly, “She’s really got him by the cajones, doesn’t she boys?”

Paul doesn’t understand the exact words, but he definitely gets the gist of it when all the men start to laugh. 

“I’ll be fine,” says Paul, kissing your forehead. 

But you grab the front of his shirt, telling him as quickly as you can, “These animals move like lightning. Do not stand behind that horse. Only the side. But watch its feet.” You remember you have part of an apple left in your apron pocket, and you bite off a tiny piece of it, pressing it into his palm. “Give it this. Let it smell you, but hold your hand flat, don’t let it bite you. Move slow, speak softly, but be firm. Don’t scare it. If you die, I’ll kill you.”

The last part wins you that generous smile that fills your heart with sunshine. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ve got it.” You pull him down by his shirt to kiss him with a pathetic desperation, and now everyone catcalls and whistles for the two of you. Paul receives encouragement and hearty pats on the back as he goes to climb the fence of the corral, and you grip the fence rail with white knuckles as you watch, praying to a God you don’t necessarily like or much believe in. 

“He’ll be ok, chica,” Fernando tries to soothe you. “You must let a man be a man.” He beats his chest for emphasis, and you roll your eyes at this idiotic macho philosophy. 

“He’d better be, Fernando, or I am going to make everyone here sorry.” 

Out the corner of your eye you see your brother in law inch away from you on the fence. 

Paul does as you said, approaching slowly from the front, accepting the rope reins from don Juan. There is a long, tense moment of eye contact between them that has you grinding your teeth so hard it's a miracle they don’t crack. 

“Think you can handle him, amigo?”

Paul strokes the nervous horse’s neck slowly, watching its sweat-shiny coat quiver. “Guess we’ll find out.” 

Juan backs off with a bow, giving Paul the floor. Its so quiet in the arena you could hear a pin drop. Rather than try to hop on immediately, Paul does as you advised, taking time to speak to the horse quietly, giving it the tidbit and letting it smell his hand, stroking its neck gently. You can’t help but think you know exactly how that horse feels in that moment. Suspicious, annoyed, but maybe curious about this kind man, who approaches you so differently than anyone else you’ve ever met.

He moves slowly, finally ready to get a foot up on the stirrup. The moment he puts the slightest bit of weight on it the horse sidesteps, taking Paul in hopping circles.

His audience chuckles, all knowing the feeling very well. 

Paul regains his feet again, holding the horse still by the reins and seeming to ask its permission again, speaking too low for the rest of you to hear. The horse’s ears flick, internally rolling its eyes, you suspect. You hold your breath as he tries to get a foot up again, and this time the horse allows Paul to sit astride it.

For about two seconds anyway, before the crow hopping starts.

You don’t want to watch, but you can’t tear your eyes away as Paul holds on for dear life, using his long legs to grip the wild animal’s middle. Your nails eat grooves in the old wooden fence, as you watch seemingly in slow motion as the horse gives a sharp buck, its hind legs kicking high in the air, and Paul–with the saddle–goes flying.

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*there's a word for couples who use the pull-out method...they're called PARENTS. Be safe be, careful!!

**I've spent time with horses but am by no means a pro trainer, take this fic at face value, PLEASE do not think you can hop on an unbroken horse after just offering it an apple...😆 Paaaaullll...

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

The Gumshoe Is a Girl's Best Friend | Neil Lewis x Reader

Summary | Things have recently changed between them and the tension continues to grow after Neil's relationship with his current girlfriend, Megan, begins to sour. Opening night of Gumshoe Video's first commercial sets the stage for new romance.

Warnings | Arguing, Unhealthy domestic relationships, Cheating, and brief sexual language.

A World Without Love- Peter And Gordon 🎶

Silhouette- Pastel Ghost 🎵

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?- Tyler, The Creator 🎶

word count: 3510k

Citation for quotes taken from original movie:

Watching the Detectives. Directed by Paul Soter, performances by Cillian Murphy and Lucy Liu, 2007.

Not proofread, sorry!

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We were standing in his office in the back of Gumshoe Video, and like usual, we were arguing. 

“There is no way that I’m wearing that!” He pointed menacingly at the blue suit I had bought from the downtown consignment shop. 

“But it goes so well with your eyes!” I argued and thrusted the matching baby blue shirt back into his hands. 

“Listen, listen- hey wait, listen to me!” He backed himself up into the corner of his office and I followed him, holding the pressed suit between my arms. 

“It has ruffles! I’m not wearing ruffles on opening night, Y/N. This is a serious event!” He held out his hands in an effort to stop me but I wrapped the silk bow tie around his neck and poked a finger harshly into his chest. He pressed his back against the wall, his arms crossed protectively around himself. 

“Wear. the. suit. Neil.” I threatened darkly and he gulped, his blue eyes jumping comically from the suit to my face. 

“Fine, damn it! But I am NOT wearing the bowtie.” He snatched the contrasting dark blue suit jacket with its velvet lapel and sighed. 

“Good boy,” I teased with the best doll eyes I could muster and swiped the silk bow tie from around his neck and into my pocket. 

“Yeah, yeah alright.” He waved me off and started to unbutton his shirt, showing the white t-shirt beneath his light green button-down. He paused and looked at me expectantly. 

“Aren’t you gonna leave? I need to change into this ridiculous suit!” He pointed to the door to his office, plated with textured glass. I backed away and shrugged. 

“I wanted to make sure you actually put it on… and besides, it's nothing I haven’t seen before.” I said the latter part of the sentence beneath my breath but somehow Neil still heard it and whipped around.  

“How many times are you going to bring that up before I live it down?” He covered his face and groaned dramatically. 

“As long as I want.” I hurried out of his office and closed the door behind me. I could hear the satisfying sound of clothes as they moved off and on his body. It’s just a joke, I reminded myself, nothing more. It had been a little over two months since he’d called me so late it was almost early morning, to ask me to help him. I was still awake by some stroke of luck and followed his directions: Bring a towel or a blanket, anything, and  Drive to Megan’s (400 Caste Ave). Have the headlights off and stop outside the side door. I’ll meet you there. From the tone of his voice, I knew something was wrong. 

Is everything ok, Neil? I whispered into the receiver. 

Yeah, yeah. I just had a fight with Megan. Everything’s ok, I just couldn’t get a hold of Jonathan or Lucien. I’m sorry…” He sighed against the phone and I nodded, knowing that he couldn’t see me. 

“Alright, I’ll be there soon.” I hung up. 

When I got to 400 Caste Ave, I did as he said. I pulled up to the side of the house without my headlights on and opened the door. A grabbed the robe I had thrown into the passenger seat and jumped out, looking around in the dark for him. I was surprised how easy it was to see him, sitting on the side steps, completely naked. His pale skin stood out like an eerie glow in the dark. 

“Could you throw me that?” He gestured to the robe with one arm, the other lying across his lap to cover himself. I stopped a few feet from him and tossed the robe into his arms. I turned away to give him some privacy until he cleared his throat and followed me back to the car. 

I was 5”3 so the robe was too short on him and ended on his lower thigh. He fiddled with the hem self-consciously as he climbed into the passenger seat. I sat behind the wheel and looked over at him in the dim light of the automatic car light. 

“Did she lock you out of the house? What the hell happened, Neil.” I asked finally and he closed his eyes, nearly smiling from discomfort and embarrassment. 

“It’s not important.” He mumbled, his face bright pink. 

“Not important? You were butt-ass naked! We have to leave your car here and everything.” I laughed in frustration, slapping the worn leather binding of the steering wheel. 

“I’ll deal with everything tomorrow, I promise. I just want to go home. Could you drive me, Y/N?” He laid his head back against the headrest and stared at the ceiling. 

“Ok, Neil.” I cut my eyes away from his face and put the car in reverse, pulling out of the driveway and onto the road. We drove home listening to Billie Holiday, singing the lyrics to Lover Man quietly beneath our breath. When I pulled up to his house, he sighed and pushed the door open, leaning down to speak through the window. 

“I’m sorry again, Y/N. I didn’t want to involve you but I didn’t know what else to do.” 

“It's ok, Neil.” I smiled softly and chuckled as he looked down at himself in the small red robe with white piping along the lapels. 

“This robe is ridiculous by the way. You need a new one.” He picked limply at the short hem, laughing. 

“I’ll consult you on my next purchase.” I rolled my eyes and waved goodbye as he turned back to his house. He retrieved a key from a plastic goose, laying in the front yard and opened the front door. I drove home in light-headed fury. I didn’t like Megan and Neil knew it. She was strange, and though we were all strange in our own ways, she was almost psychopathic. She pulled these stunts on Neil all the time to see he would react and judge how far she could push him the next time. He’d stayed with her through it all because he thought he loved her but she had only ever caused him emotional and physical distress in the moments they spent alone. He refused to leave her, and despite his own flaws, it made him a good man. 

She still poked fun at Neil for that night, mainly for her own amusement, and because that night signified a shift in her. She’d never thought of Neil as anything more than a friend, someone she saw a few times a week and talked to occasionally but hadn’t even known his favorite color (green) or remembered his birthday (May 25). Until that night, they had barely been friends. And since then, they had grown closer with me never being able to get him out of my mind the night I saw him on the steps, his back hunched over his chest and his dark brown hair fluttering in the small gusts of wind. The freckles that dotted his shoulders like shadows from eyelet curtains stuck with me, I’d never been able to let it go. 

But things returned to normal a week or so afterwards. Megan apologized, returning his clothes, keys, and car; and he stayed with her, laughing off whatever deeply-rooted hurt he’d felt from the whole experience. And though we never really talked about that night, we’d grown unspokenly closer in the weeks that followed. 

The shop’s front doors were propped open with milk crates weighed down with old VHS. The air smelled heavy and sour with cheap weed that flooded in dense clouds around the inside of the store. I weaved through the small cliques of people arranged throughout the aisles, holding plastic red cups of liquor and bad wine. I found Megan by the front doors, sitting alone and sipping from her drink. 

“Hi, Megan.” I waved briefly and continued on to Jonathan and Lucien who were perched together on the store’s window seat, entertaining guests. Megan shifted in her plastic seat, her heavy black eyeliner cast a shadow over her eyes, saying nothing. 

“Ah, here she is! Y/N, stylist to the stars.” Jonathan opened his arms, nearly knocking Lucien’s glasses off his face. The circle cheered as I sat down amongst them. 

“Speaking of stylist, I love your outfit!” One friend, Lauren, smiled kindly. 

I looked down at what I was wearing: A black velvet mini dress and a tweed blazer. I had my short hair tied back with a black ribbon and heeled sandals that made me two inches taller at 5”5. 

“Thank you.” I blushed and tucked my hands beneath my knees as the wave of conversation continued. I watched the office door for Neil to emerge, preparing myself for a boy dressed in baby blue, however, I wasn’t prepared when he made his grand entrance. 

“Here he comes now.” Lucien sighed and turned to a woman who was sitting beside him to start another story. 

“Oh my god, THAT is blue.” Jonathan laughed into his palm, his face turning red as he rocked back and forth on the window seat. Neil approached confidently, his hands stretched out to welcome appreciation and applause. I giggled to myself, taken aback by how good he looked even in the outdated prom costume. Megan rolled her eyes and slurped loudly from her drink. 

“What do we think, huh?” Neil did a twirl and flicked the jacket back to show off his shirt. 

“I can’t tell if I'm turned on or if I just really need to sneeze. It probably had decades of dust on that thing.” Lucien grumbled into a handkerchief and everyone laughed. 

“Well, Lucien may be allergic to me but other than that, the reviews seem good.” He raised an eyebrow at me and I started to laugh again. 

“Alright everyone! Thank you so much for being here tonight to see the premier of Gumshoe’s first ever commercial,” he paused for the applause, “I want to thank my closest friends and film crew Lucien, Jonathan, and Y/N for helping me make this wonderful film-er- commercial. Thank you to all of our loyal customers that are here tonight, keeping Gumshoe open. Um,” His voice quivered and he faked emotion, pitching the place between his eyebrows as if he was overcome with emotion, “‘I told myself that I wouldn’t cry. Um,’” he wiped an invisible tear from his eye before turning back to the audience, ‘“no seriously,’” he regained his composure, ‘“I know I can’t compete with the big guys, but as long as I have you guys, my small and loyal following of geeks and weirdos, I know I’ll be alright.’” 

We all cooed and applauded, laughing at his performance. 

“And of course, I need to thank my wonderful girlfriend, Megan, for being my rock through all of this. No one is more… stable and supportive than her.” He smiled awkwardly and cleared his throat after the scattering of applause from the people who knew Megan well. Luciene glanced at me and I returned his suggestive gaze. Megan responded with a small, annoyed smile and checked her flip-phone. 

“Y/N?” He turned quickly with finger guns trained at my chest. 

“Oh right!” I jumped up and retrieved the VHS from behind the counter. Neil switched on the large box tv and inserted the tape into the player. The VHS loaded into the dock and clicked into place, the tape beginning to wind forwards. I returned to my seat and joined in the rest of the room’s applause as the screen blinked. Neil hurried across the couches to Megan and dropped down into the plastic seat beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders. She rested her head against the crook of his shoulder, smiling sweetly. I tore my eyes away and watched the screen as the image appeared. 

It was a film noir and Neil was the disgruntled gangster, fixing his revolver at a man’s chest. His face was dark in the shadows but you could still see the slender cigarette wedged between his teeth like a toothpick. The man, holding a Gumshoe Video tape, ran away comically from Neil and received a clear shot to the back, taking a good few seconds to fall to the dark pavement. Neil restored the gun to the inside of his trench coat and walked around to the front of a dark storefront where I, playing the gangster’s lover, stood expectantly. I was turned away from the camera when he approached. When I turned around, my dark black sequined gown glittered across the screen. The dress was inspired by Marylin Monroe’s Ladies of the Chorus gown, hugging my curves and showing off my whitish-blonde hair. A few whistles escaped from the crowd and I laughed, blushing. Neil stubbed out his cigarette. 

“‘Nice shot, lover. What was that for?’” I asked breathily in my best Monroe voice. 

“‘This was due back last Thursday, and besides, he forgot to rewind.” Neil answered in a silly mock-mafia accent, holding the overdue tape in his hand.The storefront lit up, and the stacks of VHS stood far back in the picture, glowing in black and white. ‘Gumshoe Video’ was visible in large letters across the store’s window, gray instead of bubblegum pink.  

“Say, what’s Gumshoe got for a girl like me?” I strutted over and fixed the popped collar on Neil’s trench coat and he chucked dramatically (the audience laughed). 

“Why darling, Gumshoe’s a girl’s best friend!” He pulled out one more tap from his jacket pocket and gave it to me. Jonathan (the cameraman) zoomed in on the tape’s label Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. The camera zoomed out and I squealed and took the tape, clutching it to my chest. 

“‘Gumshoe Video,’” the picture changed into color, “‘if we don’t have it, we’ll hit the pavement looking for it.’” Neil winked at the camera with a thumb’s up. I kissed him on the cheek with my Monroe-red lips and it was caught in the freezeframe at the end of the ad. Everyone applauded, some whistled as Neil jumped back up and acknowledged the crowd once again. 

“Another round-of-applause to my camera man, Jonathan, and my lovely costar, Y/N!” He pointed us out and Jonathan and I took our bows. 

“Thank you everyone for coming out tonight. Have some cheap wine and beer and hang around because we have a very special midnight showing of the 1944 Arsenic and Old Lace.” He waggled his fingers and laughed awkwardly as people started to stand. I watched Megan start to frown deeper on her plastic chair, her arms tightly crossed against her chest. Neil noticed her reaction and started to go over but she bolted from the seat, heading into the back office. He followed her without a word. 

“Do you think it was the kiss?” I asked Lucien and he shrugged. 

“It was a pretty lousy kiss, I doubt it was that.” He fixed his thick glasses. Jonathan leaned over, smiling. 

“I think she’s upset that he cast you at all.” 

“Gee thanks, Jonathan.” I huffed, “it's not fair that she’s upset. He asked her first but she didn’t want to be in the ad. I was the second choice.” I hardened my voice and Jonathan nodded. 

“And thank god she said no.” Lucien laughed dryly, watching as Neil tried to get into his own office in the back room. 

“Filming would have been hell.” Jonathan added below his breath and I held in my laugh. 

They were in Neil’s office for the better part of an hour, Megan yelling and throwing this around the entire time. Their shadows behind the door played out for everyone to see in the store like a puppet show. When midnight neared, Jonathan switched the tapes in the player and I handed out popcorn in large paper bags. Most of the guests stayed, going back to their seats around the tv for the movie. Lucien talked for what felt like fifteen minutes about the film while also smoking on his pipe. Jonathan and I rolled our eyes at most of what he had to say, asserting himself as the real film-expert at Gumshoe Video. 

I heard the office door slam and looked up in time to see Megan leave out the back door. I didn’t see Neil leave his office though his door was wide open. I slipped away from the movie and made my way to Neil’s office with the smoky, textured glass, and knocked lightly on the doorframe. I heard a drawn out sigh before a quiet, “come in.” 

He was sitting at his desk with his head cradled between his arms. I stood by the door, leaning against the inside of the doorframe and waited for him to look up. When he did, his blue eyes found mine, bloodshot and tired. 

“The movie’s starting. Do you want a drink?” I asked. 

“Yeah… yeah.” He nodded. I went to the drink cooler and took out two beers. I set them down on the desk in front of him and beckoned with my free hand. 

“Come on.” I whispered below the movie’s dialogue in the front of the store. 

We went out the backdoor and sat on the cinderblock wall beside the old basketball net. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his ruffled dress shirt and sighed, taking a long drink from his beer. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked hesitantly. 

“Nah. It doesn’t matter anyway.” He looked over and smiled tiredly. 

“She’s not mad?” I asked, shocked. 

“No, no she’s mad but it's over something stupid.” He looked down at his beer. 

“Is it me?”

He looked at me again and smiled. He chuckled softly before raising the beer to his lips, looking up at the distant sky. 

“Yeah.” Was all he said and I didn’t ask further. 

“The commercial was a big hit, Neil.” I smiled and recounted the compliments I had received from guests. “They think we should make more.” 

“I don’t know if Jonathan would like that.” He laughed. 

“Maybe, but we were good. That’s all that matters.” I smiled over at him and he smiled back, silence falling between us. He looked down at my lips and I exhaled a cloud of crystalized air. He kissed me quickly, catching me off guard. He pulled me closer with his lips and took my jaw with his fingers. I put my hand on his knee, pushing myself into him and taking in his tongue. He pulled away just as quickly as he had started and blushed deeply. 

“I shouldn’t have done that.” He shook his head. “I’m drunk.” He stood and stepped away from me, running a head through his hair. 

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry.” He took another step back and rubbed his forehead. 

“It’s ok.” I whispered. 

“No, no. I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s OK, Neil.” I stood too and held out my hands like I was calming an animal. He was breathing heavily, his eyes wet from overwhelmed tears. Then he did it again. He rushed to me, dropping his beer bottle and taking my face in his hands. He kissed me deeply and I kissed him back, taking him in. He had the lovely warm scent of manhood that lingered in every corner of his skin. I sighed against his lips and he kissed me slower, more passionately. 

He walked me backwards and held me gently against the cinder block wall. He put his hands around my hips and pushed his pelvis against mine, releasing his lips to rest his forehead against mine. I trailed my hands up his chest, helping them find their way through the patterns in the ruffles. 

“Are you sorry now?” I asked against his lips and I felt him smile against mine. 

“No.” He kissed me again, sucking gently on my tongue. He held my face and turned it as he kissed me, searching for every place of my lips that he hadn’t yet kissed. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, putting most of my weight against the wall behind me. He rutted his hips against me again and I gasped softly, squirming against his body. 

“Wait,” I whispered, “what about Megan?” He opened his eyes and looked down into mine. “What about Megan?” I repeated. 

“We’re done.” His smile was strained as he remembered his last interaction with Megan. “I ended things. I should have done it before and I’m sorry.” He rubbed his nose against mine, breathing softly on my lips. “I-I think I love you, Y/N. I’ve been so confused lately but all I know is that things changed after that night when you saved me. I should have done something then but I didn’t. I think I’ve loved you this whole time.” He shook his head. I took his face in my hands and kissed him softly before pulling away.

“I think I love you too.” I whispered back.  

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real love by big thief (masterpiece, 2016)

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