#when mark is NOT AWAKE TO COMPREHEND IT???

[willosword]

YOU'RE SO FREAKING MEAN MARK WAS ALREADY BARELY EVEN CONSCIOUS MAN

[kykyonthemoon]

Breakfast

You knew he was dangerous. You knew that you should stay away. But when you found Sylus in the kitchen, making breakfast, he reminded you of what happened between the two of you the night before and you comprehended you had made a bargain with the devil, again.

── .✦ Sylus x Female Reader|MC

── .✦ Tags: R16, MDNI, suggestive themes, biting & marking, drunken kissing & flirting, hangover, pet name - kitten.

── .✦ Word count: 2k3

── .✦ A/N: This story is based on a dream I had after watching the new patch stream on July 6.

This fic also won the Merit Prize from Love and Deepspace Version 2.0 Opposing Visions | Fan Art Contest. I really appreciate all your support on my X <3

── .✦ Masterlist ♡ Request a fic

You awoke in the midst of a haze. You had a vague impression that the blanket was both warm and soft, with a subtle aroma that you had only of late learnt to recognize. You tossed and turned, sliding back and forth on the enormous bed, unable to see the edge. When you rolled your entire body to the opposite side of the bed, you saw that the vacant area was still quite warm.

As if woken, you rose up, brushing aside the matted hair that had fallen in front of your face. Your body felt painful and exhausted. Your head continued whirling. You realized you were wearing a black shirt that was too large for your size. The aroma on the garment was comparable to the position next to you on the bed. You grabbed your head, trying to recall why you were here in the first place.

Sylus' exquisite chamber emerged before your eyes in the gentle dawn light. You blinked. That's right! You had attended an important party, with Sylus' help, the night before. Rather, it was another in a long line of similar deals between you and him, with an unexpected cost. You got what you wanted, but the amount of liquor you drank there left you disoriented. The party ended with you lying in Sylus' arms, seeing him smirk as he looked down at you and said:

“Such a kitten who never knows when to stop.”

Then everything went dark. You could only barely feel Sylus' strong arms wrapping around your body, as well as the warm blanket that surrounded you before you fell asleep.

But as for why you slept in Sylus' room, wearing his shirt…

You tumbled out of bed and walked into the bathroom to wash your face. Cold water helped you become awake. You then glanced at yourself in the mirror. Your hair, which had been pulled up high with several decorations, was entirely removed and fell down. Aside from the shirt you wore, you had immense and tiny red markings all over your body, from your lips and chin, down to your neck and chest. You used extra water to wash your face in an attempt to remove all of those marks, but it simply made them appear more vibrant on your skin.

Your fingertips traced each mark. This one brought to mind an image of Sylus burying his face in your neck. The mark on your ear reminded you of how softly he bit you. There were also marks on your wrists from the force he used to pin you down on the bed.

You exhaled. Memories were slowly returning to you, and they concerned you. You were not terrified of Sylus; rather, you were afraid of the situation you had created the night before. You cautiously opened the door, as if you were afraid that someone was waiting outside to catch you in this kind of situation.

You intended to return to your room, where Sylus had allowed you to remain temporarily while you were here. But after only a few steps, the scent from the kitchen caused your feet to shift direction.

The aroma of breakfast being served made your tummy grumble. But when you heard the faint humming and saw his enormous back obstructing your view of the food, you turned and walked away.

"Kitten is awake now. Wouldn't you come in for breakfast?"

You halted. You did not want to see him immediately after what occurred the night before, but perhaps he had been waiting for you to get up since dawn.

When you returned to the kitchen, Sylus faced you. He wore a crimson and black silk nightshirt. It was not tight, revealing his bare chest, which you were unable to keep your gaze away from since there were several red marks going from his chest deep down to his stomach, even some on his neck. There were other ones that appeared to be scratches.

Knowing where your eyes were focused on, Sylus smirked. Seeing that, your face grew crimson and felt hot, as if you were being cooked on the stove. You instantly looked away, attempting to act normal.

“Good morning… Did you… sleep well?…”

Sylus pulled the bacon off the heat source. Based on the ingredients on the counter, you assumed he was cooking Eggs Benedict. He answered you sarcastically:

“I did not sleep well at all. Since there was a kitten who loved to scratch me so much."

“What kitten?” You claimed to be ignorant in the face of evidence that showed you had slept in Sylus' bed the night before, and were responsible for the markings on his body.

How did things end up like that? You opposed Sylus. And he was just brilliant at driving you insane. He was dangerous. He stood on the other side of the battle. Even if working together with him was simply a temporary solution for both of your concerns, rolling around in bed together and leaving markings on the other's skin was utterly beyond your expectations. You softly bit your lower lip, condemning yourself for allowing things to spiral out of control. While Sylus only grinned casually:

“And yet I thought that the girl who had the courage to pin me down on the bed and leave her marks on my body would have the courage to admit what she did?”

At the moment, you did not know how to face this with as little disruption as possible. Of course, Sylus would not let you escape so quickly. You wanted to go home and keep your distance from him.

“I… am not sure I did what I did on purpose.” You responded. The current circumstance was not good at all, for you. You attempted to remain cool and added: "Besides, don't you have the ability to heal yourself?"

Sylus stared down at his body, then back at you, the corner of his mouth curled up again as if he had just done something sinister.

“Of course I have to leave evidence, in case you deny it like you are doing now.”

You were briefly perplexed and failed to say anything else. Then you suddenly realized you were also his victim. You stepped up to him at the kitchen counter and pointed to your neck.

“What about these? They are also evidence against you!”

Sylus laughed. His warm fingers on your skin sent a shiver down your spine. It was a feeling that, although not inherently awful, was exceedingly treacherous. Treacherous as you began to like it.

"A mark for a mark." Sylus teased you. His fingers traveled to the back of your neck, and the index finger rested on your chin, softly separating your lips and pushing you to gaze up at him. "If you believe it is a crime, what would you do? Lock me up, Miss Gorgeous Hunter? After you took advantage of me to get into that party, got very drunk, and vomited all over the dress I purposely chose for you? After I brought you back here, and you continued to take advantage of my body in that manner?”

You hastily pushed Sylus' hand away. “I was drunk, you were too… It was simply an accident… Can we make it clear?”

Sylus snorted coldly and turned away. The poached eggs required his attention. You did not recall or were acting like that. The previous night, you were the only one who had been drinking.

After the party, Sylus took you home. He had meant to let you relax, but as soon as you went by his private room, you freely opened the door and walked in.

“This is not your room, kitten.”

But you did not listen. You removed your high heels and flung them at Sylus. Then you began wandering back and forth in his room, as if you were searching for his secrets.

Sylus clicked his tongue and stood with his arms folded, waiting to see what you would do. He had to catch you after seeing you stumble around and collide with things in the room. He sat you on the sofa, unlocked the wardrobe, chose a clean shirt of his and threw it on the seat next to you.

“Get changed. Don't dirty my room anymore."

You grinned and took up his shirt to examine it for a moment. Then you tossed it back to him. 

"Help me..."

Sylus rolled his eyes at you before focusing on the clothing in his hand. You rose up, stumbled closer to him, and turned away, pointing at the back zipper of the garment. 

"Help me get changed." You repeated.

Sylus slightly raised the corners of his lips. He slowly pulled the zipper down. Since your body was constantly moving back and forth, his fingertips came into contact with your bare back. You chuckled. While looking at you from behind, he quietly placed the part of his finger that just touched you on his lips and chuckled.

“Be still.”

After helping you get out of your dirty dress, Sylus put his shirt on you, turned you around and helped button it. He did not dispute that while you were displaying your stunning features to him, his gaze lingered on your body for longer than was appropriate. You were simply wearing a set of undergarments beneath his shirt. His hands paused on the final two buttons, debating whether or not to assist in concealing your lovely cleavage behind that shirt.

You grabbed Sylus' wrists and gazed up at him. His throat became dry. You said while drowsy:

“Bed… I want your bed…”

You gestured in that way. His bed was obviously much larger and softer than the one in your room. Sylus drew a breath and bent down to lift you up in his arms. He brought you to the bed and placed you down. 

"You have asked for so much today. Aren't you concerned you won't be able to pay the price?"

“I… can pay!” You boldly declared. As soon as Sylus rose up to depart, you grabbed his arm and pushed him down onto the bed. 

So you started kissing him.

It could not be denied that there were times, many times, during the party that night, you longed to drag him to a corner and kiss his lips until he suffocated. Or you. Either one of you.

How that night ended was still something you could not remember. When you stood in the kitchen with Sylus the next morning with rosy cheeks and body covered in kiss marks left by him, feelings of regret and guilt began to engulf you. You started it first, and Sylus gladly granted your wishes. How long had you been intending to get closer to him? You could not believe why, in a moment of rashness, you could make such a severe mistake. It was not like you were not aware of who the person you pinned down on the bed was or how dangerous he was.

“I… You…” You hesitated. “I really— Ouch!”

Before you could continue speaking, you felt Sylus lift you up and set you on the kitchen counter. His hands were positioned on both sides of your thighs, and his body was forced against you, making it hard for you to escape.

"Stop trying to deny it." His crimson eyes glowed as if he were sulking. Your throat dried up and your mouth became silent when he got this close. Your gaze remained fixated on Sylus' lips, unwilling to leave. He said:

“Let me tell you what happened last night. You kissed me. You scratched me. Then you fell into a deep slumber. As for me, I remained awake since my bed was occupied and I was held and weighed down all night long."

You breathed a sigh of relief, seeming to be at ease and disappointed. Between Sylus and you, nothing had escaped your control or the approval of your rational mind. You might perceive what happened the night before as a mistake that could be fixed. Yet all of a sudden, Sylus' grasp on your hip tightened, and his other hand curled around the back of your head, forcing you to lean back slightly. He gazed at you with a mysterious smile on his lips, making you feel as if you had just fallen into a tangle from which you could not escape.

“Are you going to remain silent and ignore your responsibilities? I still have the evidence on me. You cannot deny that you want me. Yes? No?"

When you regained consciousness, you understood exactly what should and should not be done. Even that was unable to prevent you from thinking about how you fell into Sylus' arms and how he would never turn you down. Given the kiss marks and scratches you left on his body that were visible, how badly must you have yearned for him that night? How about the time before that? And for the time being? Sylus' charm had you wrapped around his fingers. This feeling might be fleeting or it could last forever. It terrified you and left you unsteady. But if Sylus was down in that deep void, you were willing to plunge in, as long as he was there to catch you. 

Sylus learnt he had won the instant he noticed your yearning eyes. He grinned as separated your lips again, asking:

“My precious lady, what price do you wish to pay this time?”

You assumed that in this trade, you would not be at a disadvantage. You deliberately leant towards Sylus, gently biting his lips before pulling away to await his reaction.

Satisfied with your answer, Sylus smirked. His fingers caressed your bottom lip before pushing forward to devour it in the way he had craved since he had ever found you.

[gay-dorito-dust]

hi hiii its my first time ever asking anyone idk how this works ( ;｀Д´)

i rlly love your writing, i often find myself staying up late reading through your blogs!! funny bcs u were the one who got me into jason todd (ФωФ)

anyways!!! i was hoping you could pls pls pls pls plssssss write smth about Jason Todd who has a lover thats a sleep-deprived uni student having a hell week and jason is like "bitch put google docs down and get some sleep, ur ass has been awake for 48 hours" all worried and wanting them to rest and reader is like "correction, 50 hours."

i hope it makes sense (´ 3｀)

tyyyyy!!! woopee woopee

Sorry this took so long to get to anon, I hope you liked it either way. And don’t stay up too late reading fics but I truly appreciate you reading my stuff, I’m glad you like them 🦦🐿️

A week.

An entire week Jason had noticed you have been forcing yourself to stay up at the dead of night, glued to your laptop all the while chugging energy drinks and cups of coffee as though they were going out of style, and for what? An assignment that determined your future at uni should you not get straight marks.

Jason thought it ridiculous that you made yourself sleep deprived over this but he knew that if he didn’t do anything about it, then you’ll continue this habit until you were well out of university, struggling to come to terms that you had well and truly burnt yourself out before you could properly start living.

So when Jason couldn’t fell you next to him in bed one night, like you promised him you would, and groaned as he got himself out of bed before making his way towards the kitchen where he’d knew you’d be.

‘What time do you call this?’ Jason asked when he saw you in your usual spot at the kitchen counter, hunched over your laptop with a thin blanket frapped over your shoulders and a can of energy drink on one side of the laptop and a cup of coffee on the other side. He hated what this stupid university has made you do just in order to get good grades, it was harmful, damaging and it would inevitably lead to health complications later on in life; If he could Jason would more then gladly march down there and threaten the professors to stop shoving a boatload of work onto their students, but firstly he has to get you away from that damn laptop and learn how to take a fucking break.

‘Mid-afternoon?’ You asked, not looking up from the bright screen of your laptop, where the words scrawled across it in an incoherent mess for your overworked brain to comprehend.

‘It’s actually 3:30 in the morning.’ Jason replied unamused as he crossed his arms over his chest and you winced when you saw that he was indeed right about it being three thirty in the morning. ‘Don’t you think it’s time that you shut the laptop off and get some sleep?’

‘But I-‘

‘Actually sleep.’ Jason cuts you off as you slumped back into your chair, unable to come up with a decent enough response to defend yourself with because deep down you knew Jason was right, you’ve hadn’t had a decent sleep in a long while and it was definitely taking it’s toll with how lightheaded you’ve become as of late.

You sighed and ran your hands down your face. ‘Jason I can’t, I’ve got-‘

‘An assignment to complete for tomorrow I know.’ Jason cuts you off again as he crossed the room to put his hand over the top of your coffee cup upon noticing that you were intending to take another drink from it. ‘But I look at you and can tell you can barely keep your eyes open for more than five minutes.’ He adds and upon your silence, he puts the cup aside as far as he could before doing the same with the half empty energy drink, and then finally shutting the laptop close despite your weak protests for him not to.

‘No, Jason my assignment, I need to finish it.’ You told him with slow, sluggish movements as you tried to pry his hand off of your laptop, all the while biting back a yawn. ‘Just give me five more minutes please and I’ll come to bed, promise.’

Jason had enough of this habit of sleepless nights, it ends now, the professors will have to understand and extend the due date for your sake as he remembered how often you had harped on about how important this assignment was for your overall grade; However Jason didn’t take neglecting your bodily needs lightly and would prioritise that over anything else,you could hate him all you wanted but he was only looking out for you and your wellbeing.

‘Sorry chipmunk but I can’t watch you do this to yourself for any longer than I already have.’ Was all Jason said as he then lifted you out of your chair suddenly causing you to yelp in surprise and cling onto him for dear life, now being more awake then you ever have been five minutes ago, as he then proceeded to carry you back towards the bedroom before unceremoniously dropping you onto the bed.

‘Jason, I seriously needed to get that assignment-‘

‘We are going to sleep, end of discussion.’ Jason said with finality as he crawled under the covers and quickly held you against his chest as tightly as he could, rubbing his hands up and down your back soothingly. ‘I know how important this assignment was for you sweetheart but I’d much rather have you well rested, clear minded and healthy than to ever to have you pass out in my arms from exhaustion. I want my baby happy and healthy and you are neither of those things right now.’ Jason whispers into your ear, kissing the side of your head a couple of times before resting his forehead against yours so that he was looking into your weary half lidded eyes.

‘Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open.’ He spoke with worry laced in his words.

‘You’re really warm and comfy jay birdie.’ You murmured, feeling the need for sleep grow ever stronger the longer you stayed in his arms as it fogged your mind.

‘I know, so please we can talk to the professor in the morning and sort something out, but until then no more late nights understand?’ Jason said firmly as he held you a little tighter, he just wanted you to get a decent nights sleep and be looked after properly but all these late nights weren’t cutting it and were making your situation worse, how were you meant to get anything done when you were half out of it due to overworking and lack of a sleep schedule? Were the professors at your university thinking they were teaching robots instead of humans with breaking limits?

‘Okay I understand, I love you.’ You replied sleepily as you burrowed your head into his neck, falling asleep in record time as Jason stayed awake a little longer as to make sure you were properly asleep before following suit, watching over you in the dream realm as he did the waking one.

[gladiatorcunt]

Literally begging you to please write more Patrick Zweig x Reader fics 🥵🥵

cw: 18+ MDNI, afab reader, hints of patrick x art / patrick x reader x art, consensual and accidental somno, gross patrick, hint of breeding kink, college era ish, mention of ass play, unedited

Tired Loser Bf!Patrick who hikes one of your thighs over his, pressing up against you and sinking back into your already wet pussy. It’s so early in the morning, but sometimes he gets in a mood where he just needs to go lose himself in your cunt even if you’re not contributing. You hum and snuggle further into the silk pillowcase, relishing in the too tight grip of your plush love handles and the sloppy sounds his balls make against your ass. You hardly spend any time together due to his career rhat’s been on a bit of a decline, so you’re more than happy to be his toy if that’s what makes him feel like he’s worth anything. Like he can only find meaning in the warm walls of your pussy, and ass, on occasion.

It’s either this or quick fucks on the counter or kitchen table, both of you nearly clawing at each other in desperation to all but consume the other. Sometimes it’s softer, slow thrusts angled to perfectly hit the right spot every time as he trails open mouthed kisses along your collarbone. Patrick offers to take a shower after coming home sweaty and disgusting but you always say that you prefer him like that anyway. He whines pathetically for a kiss for you and for him from a best friend you’ve never met into your neck and pounds you harder. Your eyes flutter half open at the impact, the grunts behind you and the thick weight moving in and out of you being the only things you can comprehend.

“Glided right in, didn’t even have to finger you or anything.” He moans too loudly for sleepy sex at 5 in the monring. “Always so ready for me, just how i like you.”

“Uh! Uh huh-“

You sigh and nod into the pillow, lazily throwing your ass back on his cock as he fucks you. His pace is so fast that you’re worried he might throw his back out, it’s so frantic and desperate, like he’s trying to stab your guts and leave a permanent mark on you from the inside. You zone in on his heavy breathing, he grinds his length deeper inside and lifts one of your ass cheeks just to watch it fall and jiggle back into place. It’s almost like he’s on the court, eyes watching the ball like a hawk and giving you the most toe curling punched out sounds when he hits it. His precision and raw enthusiasm has you gasping.

The sun’s not far off from rising, so you give up on getting anymore meaningful rest and drown in the intense smell around you. Sweat, slick, old almost acidic cum from when he bred you in his sleep, take out containers from last night that haven’t been thrown away, sharp and piercing autumn air, Patrick’s horrific axe body spray, your much more pleasant cherry blossom body wash. His thrusts send you rocking up the bed, tits swaying back and forth in the mess of tangled thin sheets. Your still half concious but he fucks you like he’s been awake for hours, eyes wide and crazed and brow furrowed like he needs so much more of you than he thought. He moans two names after quick sucks to both of your nipples, one for each. Yours and that same best friend’s.

The red cap Patrick has stashed away in the nighstand collects dust like a skeleton in a closet. There are sessions where he won’t, or maybe can’t, cum unless you cry and whine for that best friend too. You don’t even know who you’re begging for another cock to steal your voice and ravage your throat, but you do it and take note of the euphoric shout that rattles all the way out of Patrick’s chest, the all too pleased sigh into the valley of your breasts. You don’t ask in the shower or in bed, the buried sadness he carries like a chain gives the impression that the abscence is not his choice. Might be a nice birthday present, a reunion.

You wake up more as he goes insane with his fucking, his arm restrains your thigh and pulls it up so high you can feel the muscle stretching. He doesn’t communicate beyond feral grunts and something primal between a growl and a whimper, making sure you can really feel his thick cock bullying your poor pussy beyond repair. You never mind, in fact some days it’s you who wakes Patrick up by bouncing on him like a cock starved slut. You like when you can’t forget what he’s done to you, when you can raise your head to admire the new necklace of bruises. It’s not like he’s never gentle with you, but you don’t feel ashamed for loving him how he is. The jagged edges and aching need to belong somewhere, to someone.

Sometimes all a relationship needs to work is for the people involved to be the same, deep down or surface level. You take whiffs of his pubes that are too deep to be normal apprection for your partner’s body and he eats his own tangy cum out of your puffy pussy like it’s God’s gift to humanity, spitting the left over jizz and additional saliva into your ass hole and slurping that up too. But in the here and now, he’s fucking you without a goal or an end in sight, heavy balls wetly kissing your lower body with no assurance of being emptied. It could be hours before Patrick lets either of you cum, like it’s one of his games that more closely resembles a heated battle to something that looks and acts like death. Evenly matched, no one being stronger than the other.

So you give him the point and drift off, messily tongue kissing him back and lulling yourself to the chaotic rhythm of his thrusts. Outside, it starts to softly rain, the ambience of the moment softening both of your hearts. You put effort in a real kiss, only for a second, whisper an ‘I love you’ and wait for a resounding ‘I love you too’ before shutting off your brain for the time being.

[ln4bub]

Prompt 5 + 16 with Carlos Sainz

A/N Carlos brain rot, trying to stay awake so I thought I'd write this to get the cogs turning. Not a big fan of this, but oh well

----------------------------------------

It was always a blessing to be able to attend the Ferrari gala, but it was even more of a blessing to admire Carlos in that damn suit. Tailored to perfection, highlighting every muscle of his body, and the yellow logo reminding everyone at the gala of his importance. He walked with confidence, proud to have you on his arm, draped in a Ferrari red gown, a brand new necklace sitting between your breasts.

Carlos always loved giving you gifts, tokens of his appreciation for you, and this one was beautiful; but it was drawing unwanted attention. You could see the way Carlos' jaw clenched and his nostrils flared every time his teammate's eyes flicked down to your chest, lingering longer than if he were simply staring at the necklace.

You seize the opportunity, leaning against the table to squeeze your cleavage together, smirking as Carlos fumes beside you. Charles' eyebrows raise and his cheeks flush at the sight of your tits practically spilling out of your dress. His eyes flicker to Carlos', dark with anger and glinting with warning. 'I dare you', is what they say to Charles, and he's not willing to take that dare, not yet. He scurries away, leaving you to feel proud of yourself as Carlos seethes with anger.

He slips his phone into his pocket as he moves to the other side of the table, towering over you. He grasps your chin between his index finger and thumb, forcing you to look at him.

"Now, mi vida, that was not nice of you, letting poor Charlie look at something he'll never get to touch. A woman as beautiful as you is not something to tease a man with." He tells you, voice low and raspy with lust. "I think you need to be taught a lesson, don't you agree?" Carlos asks, tilting his head, giving you a mock sense of control of your punishment.

You lean in to your boyfriend, smiling as his scent fills your nostrils, "Si papi," you whisper. You smirk as he swallows thickly. Carlos moves faster than you can comprehend, guiding you away from the gala, towards the bathroom. "That's it!" He rasps angrily, "Such a whore aren't you?" He mutters in your ear, practically carrying you out as you struggle to keep up with his strides.

"You won't be able to walk after I'm done." Carlos practically growls, dragging you into the luxurious bathroom, locking the door behind you. You don't notice the presence of another person in the room, and to be completely honest, even if you did you wouldn't have cared, aching for Carlos at this point. Carlos slams his lips against yours, your tongues clashing as he kisses you filthily. You whine against his mouth, submitting to the dominance he's showing over you.

Your knees practically buckle when he nibbles your bottom lip, pecking the newly tender skin. Your back hits the cold of the sink as Carlos moves the two of you backwards, "Want everyone at this fucking gala to know who you belong to." He mutters against the skin of your neck. His lips seal themselves over your pulse point, the scrape of his teeth sending shivers down your body. You arch into him, relishing the way his large hands encompass your hips before pushing them back against the cold marble sink.

He pulls his head away from your neck, your eyes catching sight of the newly purple mark forming on your skin. Carlos moves to lift the base of your dress up over your ass, groaning at the sight of your glistening wetness. “You flirted with my teammate with nothing underneath your dress.” He sighs with a shake of his head, “Such a filthy slut, todo mio aunque.”

He spreads your legs with a push of his hand on your inner thigh, sliding the fingers of that same hand through your wetness. "Want a taste?" You hear him mutter. Peering at him in the mirror you see that his eyes seem to be fixated on the corner of the bathroom. Glancing over there yourself, you see a hungry-eyed Charles Leclerc, biting his lip at the thought of tasting you.

"Come on Carlos, you already know the answer to that." Charles responds, irritating his teammate further. Carlos beckons him forward with those same fingers, shining under the lights of the bathroom. The two stare each other down, tension swirling around the three of you as you turn your eyes back to the mirror. Carlos swipes his fingers over Charles' lips, his teammate's mouth parting slightly at the intrusion before his tongue peeks out to clean your juices off them.

You whimper into the thick silence of the room, "Carlos, por favor, do something." Your boyfriend relishes in the sound of your shy begging, for him, no-one else. Not his teammate, not the golden boy of the team, him. "Anything for you mi vida," Carlos mutters, returning to his position behind you. Charles' eyes meet yours in the mirror, a soft smirk painted on his face as his tongue licks at the corner of his mouth.

Carlos slides his hands around your stomach, gliding them up to cup at your tits. A wave of pleasure floods over you as his deft fingers pinch your nipples, causing them to become visible through the silky fabric of your dress. Charles' eyes flit down to your chest once more, admiring the way your tits morph to fit Carlos' large hands. Hands which move to pull down the neckline of your dress, causing your breasts to spill out.

You hear a heavy sigh leave Charles' mouth at the sight of your bare breasts, a subsequent chuckle leaving Carlos'. He smiles at you through the mirror before you hear the unzipping of his fly, anticipation sending goosebumps over your skin. You feel the head of Carlos' thick cock swipe through your folds, applying pressure against you as you spread your legs wider for him.

Carlos slides himself inside you, groaning as your tight, warm walls envelope him. You bite your lip at the intrusion, hand moving to cover the throaty moan threatening to escape your lips. Carlos encases your hand in his, gently thrusting as he pulls it away from your mouth.

"Don't cover your mouth, I want to hear you. I want Charlie to hear you, to hear how desperate you are for me." He tells you, grinding his cock against that spot inside you, the one that makes your eyelids flutter and walls clench. Carlos wastes no time setting a brutal pace, his hands protecting your hips from slamming against the basin. Soft moans and groans leave both of your lips as you melt into one another.

A tug at your hair and a deep growl remind you of the observer lurking in the room. Your eyes meet Charles' with a smile, his own eyes practically black with lust. You can just about make out the movement of his right arm, matching the rhythm of Carlos' hips. You clench harder against Carlos, causing him to moan against the skin of your neck. "Knew this would turn you on, my little whore." He murmurs, scraping his teeth against you.

"I'm gonna cum Carlos, please." You manage to utter, your eyes never leaving his teammate's as Carlos' fingers make contact with your pulsing clit. The friction he adds makes you explode around him, walls throbbing around his cock as you feel the flood between your legs. Carlos peeks up from his spot buried in your neck, stealing Charles' eye contact as he finishes deep inside you. Charles' brow furrows as he too crosses the line, dripping his cum over his fist.

Heavy breaths fill the room, the three of you suffocating in the tension that surrounds you until Carlos breaks the silence. "She's mine, look all you want Charles, but never forget that she's mine." Charles nods curtly, wiping his hand clean before exiting the bathroom.

How could he forget who you belong to, not with the golden 55 pendant hanging on your neck for the world to see.

[randomdragonfires]

If The Sun Ever Rises | Chapter 4

Chapter 4 | Right Where You Left Me

SUMMARY | After narrowly escaping the Battle Above God’s Eye, Prince Aemond is now a hidden fugitive within the very kingdom he once ruled. Driven by vengeance, he plans to usurp Aegon III and avenge his family. His rage-blinded path to the throne begins with getting rid of Cregan Stark and the men who support his nephew’s rule. Having nothing to lose, he recklessly kidnaps the Northerner’s betrothed - his own niece - hoping to lure him and his men out to fight.

Soon, Aemond finds that memories of a first love are strong, and that he cannot steel his heart against the woman he has loved all his life.

WARNINGS | 18+; Smut; Canon Divergence - Aemond lives (but barely); Violence; Stockholm Syndrome; Mental and Physical Trauma; Angst; Canon Incest; Manipulation; No Happy Endings In This House YAY; Slow burn, I think?

WORD COUNT | 3.4k

Text Divider by @saradika-graphics

The days passed by in a quiet, green haze.

The cave where she had been made to stay shouldn’t have provided her with as much solitude as it did, given her circumstances. But with each passing moment, she found herself healing, growing stronger, and seeing as clearly as the blue sapphire that now haunted her dreams. She embraced the quietness of it all, allowing her situation to wash over her as she came to terms with it.

She had run, and she hadn’t made it. The claw marks and gashes all over her form were definite proof. In these last few days, she had been too weak to move. She felt pain with every weak movement in her limbs, ensuring her captivity for a longer period of time. But in the time that had passed as she recovered, one thing was constant.

The nightmares, and him.

Night after night, she found herself ensnared in a labyrinth of nightmares, each more vivid and terrifying than the last. In the darkness of her dreams, the snarling beast lurked, its eyes gleaming with malice as it bore down upon her with relentless fury. She would awaken with a start, her heart pounding against her chest as she gasped for air, drenched in cold sweat. The cave around her offered no solace, its walls closing in like the jaws of the predator she’d been trying to escape in her dreams.

In her tired state of mind, she thought she had imagined his warm palm on her forehead, checking for a fever. Had she imagined his mumbled Valyrian whispers too? Ēdrugon sȳrī, mandianna, she had heard, his voice as mellifluous as the calm waters of the stream outside. [Sleep well, niece.]

She had always loved listening to him speak.

At first, his presence was a comfort, his soothing words a balm to her frayed nerves. He would speak to her in hushed tones, murmuring smooth Valyrian into her ears as she struggled to comprehend the light touch of his moving lips on her skin. And when words failed, he would hold her close, his arms a sanctuary against the dreams that threatened to consume her.

Nyke paktot kesīr, he would say. Ao sagon rūsīr issa. [I’m here now… you’re with me.]

But as the nights wore on, confusion crept into her heart, clouding her thoughts like a dense fog. His touch, once a source of uninhibited, fanciful love, now stirred something unfamiliar within her, a longing and heaviness that she could not name. She would lie awake, breathing and panting in the silence of the cave, her mind awash with questions that had no answers.

Was it his gentle touch that set her soul ablaze, or was it merely the anger at being ripped away from her beloved in the middle of the night? How did it come to this? How did he end up becoming the very safety that she sought to gain by running far and away from him? She could not say, and so she clung to him like a lifeline, seeking refuge in the warmth of his embrace. What else could she do?

Those were the thoughts that consumed her as she sat up, her body sore as she grunted in pain. She sat up for the first time in what she assumed could only be days, and managed to stand up too. She braced herself with a hand on the slippery cave wall, her eyes landing on the mountain of discarded bandages - covered presumably in her own blood.

She closed her eyes shut and tried to get a grip on her surroundings once more - it seemed that no matter how many times she had tried, she couldn’t come to terms with being brought to the jungle by a man who made her heart rush to wherever he touched her - no matter his intentions to hurt her family.

Are you ashamed of me, mother? For wanting him despite it all? For never stopping?

With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, determined to wrestle back control from the haunting memories that threatened to take her for all she was worth. At first, all she could hear were the echoes of that harrowing encounter - the guttural snarls of the boar and the piercing screams - both his and hers - that tore through the air.

No, no, no.

But she refused to let fear hold her captive any longer. Slowly, she forced her mind to shift its focus, reaching beyond the darkness that threatened to suffocate her. Gradually, the noises of her nightmares began to fade, replaced by the gentle sounds of the forest - the rustle of leaves in the breeze, the melodious chirping of birds, and the soothing murmur of the stream of water trickling nearby. Before she knew it, the water had called to her and she walked slowly before stepping inside.

The sting of the wounds from initial contact faded and gave way to a relaxing sensation that made her skin tingle. Her shift billowed in the water, and she let herself breathe before she lifted her head up to breathe. She kept up these motions until she raised her head up to find that Aemond had come back, from wherever he’d gone. His presence, though familiar, sent a jolt of anticipation coursing through her veins, stirring something deep within her.

His expression was one that she knew all too well; there was no mistaking the lust in his eyes as they simply stared at each other, unmoving. In the calmness of her mind, it was easy to forget the weight of their shared history, to lose herself in the fantasy of a time long before the war had torn them apart. Every stolen kiss, every tender touch—it all rushed back to her in a dizzying whirlwind of emotion, threatening to consume her with its intensity.

If she were to beckon him to her right now, would he come? Should she?

The question lingered in the air, heavy with anticipation and uncertainty. But before she could find the words to speak, he was the first to look away, breaking the spell that had held them captive. With a heavy sigh, she watched as he turned away, the distance between them stretching like an unbridgeable chasm. And in that bittersweet moment, she knew that some things were better left unsaid, some desires left unfulfilled. For as much as she yearned for his touch, she also knew the pain that lay in its wake—the shattered dreams, the broken promises.

One moment she wanted to see him die, and the next, her heart would tear itself apart with how much it wanted him. She hated this, not knowing how she felt about him.

But didn’t she?

He set up a fire and sat on a log, staring into the fire like it held all the answers. What did he hope to see?

When the water went from being calming to making her feel cold, she stepped out, damp clothes sticking to her form as she walked, resembling a Goddess come to life. She took her seat next to him, hugging her knees tight as she leaned forward to take in the warmth. She breathed in the smoky smell of the fire, goosebumps rising from the heat of the fire and his gaze, now focused on her.

“How long do you plan on keeping me here, uncle?”

Winterfell was beginning to feel less like a foreign land and more like a place she could learn to love and call home.

She had taken her time familiarizing herself with every nook and corner without intruding on what she wasn’t meant to see in her capacity as a guest. If the war ends in her mother’s favor, she knows she’ll soon be Lady of this castle - no longer a guest. She had walked around the gardens, taken her time with the Godswood, gone down to visit the kitchens, and strolled on the grounds countless times. She had made friends, people she loved to speak to and smile at every day; those who made this uncertain time much more bearable as she tried to push horrid thoughts about her family at war to the back of her mind.

And him.

Finding no answers to her confusions as to why Aemond would draw first blood by killing the brother of the woman he loved, her mind raced much too fast for her convenience. She knew why, though, deep down. She simply refused to believe it.

Believing it would mean coming to terms with the fact that he had given up on her. On them.

While she chose not to trust her mind, her heart was a lot more fickle. Lord Stark had been perfectly gracious and treated her with all the gentleness worthy of a Princess and a future wife. It was a calmer, happier, and much less doubtful relationship than the one she had with Aemond. It was steady, and it was hers now.

This would all be hers. Lord Stark would rule the Keep, and she would rule him. He was hers, and he made sure she had no doubts about the same.

The thought did not make her feel as bad as it used to. This would be her way of moving on with her life and doing her part to ensure her mother’s victory. Cregan brought her a satisfaction of doing things right that Aemond did not. She never had to doubt him or herself with this man. Lighter feelings of infatuation clouded her mind as she walked to the library, her purposeful stride taking her to where her future husband sat.

The scent of old parchment hung heavy in the air as she found herself closer to where he was, mingling with the subtle aroma of beeswax polish that adorned the wooden tables and chairs scattered throughout the room. At the heart of the library stood a grand fireplace, its crackling flames casting a warm glow that bathed the room in a soft, golden light. And right next to it, he sat in a wooden chair, elbow on the armrest as he held his face up by the chin. He looked worse for wear and dejected, and it pained her to see.

What was it about her that she only ever ended up with men who chose to brood like there was no tomorrow?

She stood by the arch, leaning to the side as she debated disturbing him when he seemed like he’d much rather be left alone. As she decided to step out and read while waiting for him to come out on his own accord, she heard his heavy voice call after her.

“Princess.”

“My lord.” She couldn’t possibly leave now, so she walked in, steps as quiet as the man himself. She took to standing in front of him, her figure forming a dark silhouette as she blocked the hearth from his view. He leaned forward and took her hands in his, and she was startled by how huge they were in comparison to hers. Aemond’s hands were beautiful in an obviously otherworldly Targaryen way, with nimble, dexterous fingers; Cregan’s were unabashedly huge and well-worked yet warm, just like him.

She would learn to stop comparing them soon. It would not be long. Damned mind and heart, forever at war.

He’d had to execute a Night’s Watch deserter today - the Northerners pass their own sentences, she’d been told. “I heard you’ve had a taxing day. I thought I’d…” It seemed silly to her now to think her presence would lighten him up given the circumstances. She turned to look at the path she’d walked through, nervous at her thoughts of inadequacy as she thought of a suitable excuse to walk away without feeling embarrassed. But it seemed that there was no need.

“I killed a man today. Swung Ice heavy and clean into his neck… and now, I hold the most beautiful woman in the realm with the very same hands.” He talked as though he was speaking to himself rather than her - there was a certain absent-mindedness about him that endeared him to her - or was it his way of showing that his mind was preoccupied?

“Aye, good fortune is shining upon me.”

She smiled, never considering that her presence could bring about that level of comfort to a man who seemed much more put together than she. Her gaze was half-lidded as she looked down at him, his head leaning forward to rest his forehead upon their conjoined hands.

“What’s it like?” She regretted the words immediately after they tumbled out, knowing very well that she was throwing into his face the very subject that he probably wished to forget.

“Do you really want to know? It is a topic unsuited for a woman of your gentle nature, Princess.”

“If you want to speak, I want to listen.”

She did not miss his somber smile, making it clear to her that he appreciated her company more than he let on - for now, that was enough. “When men pledge themselves to the Night’s Watch, it is an oath for life. It is a matter of keeping your word, of honor. And when you’ve proved that your word means little and less, you’ve disrespected those you swore to protect. When this happens… as their liege lord, it is my place to punish them for it. It is not something I take pride in, but it needs to be done. One cannot put off justice for too long. Never.”

“Does it always have to be you swinging the sword?”

“Aye. ‘Tis only respectful to the man losing his life, regardless of his fallacies.”

She nodded, understanding his reasoning, and grateful that he’d seen fit to let her understand. Most would dismiss her, saying it did not fall under a lady’s purview - but he didn’t, and she appreciated that more than he knew.

For a moment, they stayed together in silence. He only got warmer with each passing moment, a feeling of comfort in the cold air that she’d grown accustomed to. “I am grateful… that it’s you,” she said. She didn’t know what she hoped to achieve by saying it, but she did anyway.

“I’m glad you’re happier, Princess. I…” She found doubt in his eyes as he debated whether or not to say the words, but she wordlessly encouraged him to go ahead by squeezing his hands in her hold. “Your brother told me that your loyalties are… divided; that you will need time to accept me. I am glad that you are.”

She tensed at the mention of her affections for Aemond, but she was quick to let it pass. She would not entertain her heart’s pull towards the man who killed her brother - she would not. Here sat a good man with the patience of a maester - she would learn to be worthy of his affections.

Almost as though he sensed her train of thought, he pulled her right back to where he was. “Princess?”

She smiled, a tired smile of resignation as she found herself grateful at the hand she’d been dealt. A time of war, where well-bred men were turned into murderers - and somehow, the Gods saw fit to give this good man to her. She was thankful, and by the Gods, she would learn to love him well.

“I’m happy too.”

“How long do you plan on keeping me here, uncle?”

She refused to look at him. Her eyes were trained on the fire, the blaze blinding her for a moment until she turned to look the other way to escape the heat-induced tears in her eyes. She felt the dampness of her form and clothes dissipate with each passing moment, and she let her throat bob as she allowed herself to calm down.

“As long as it takes.” His voice was devoid of any emotion at all, and she was struck by how hard it was for her to read him through his words - it wasn’t like this before. She used to be able to make out his emotions from the simplest of words or noises, but now it was as though she was made to face a stranger. But then again, she didn’t know this man. The Aemond she knew and loved was not battle-tested and war-worn; he was a scholarly achiever who took more pride in himself than his spoils. How could she understand him if she did not know him at all?

“And you see no other way to exact revenge? He’s…” The weight of her words overwhelmed her, and she could not bring herself to complete the sentence.. Here she was, abducted at night from where her mother thought she’d be safe, by the man whom she once upon a time believed would protect her - eventually, both Winterfell and Aemond had led to her current state.

“The war is over, uncle. The realm is slowly getting back up and the lords are working towards peace once more. Must you truly be so vengeful? Undo all the work that is being done?” The anger and tension was palpable, with her not being able to contain herself. The more she spoke, the more she knew that all of what he did was unnecessary - but then again, this entire Dance was unnecessary, was it not? “Cregan is good to me. He’s a good man and he cares about Westeros, he cares about making Aegon a worthy King despite all the poor child has been through-”

“No amount of goodness can change the fact that Cregan Stark did not pledge allegiance to the rightful king.”

“The rightful king? Grandfather declared my mother the rightful heir long before Aegon was even born -”

“Before he was born! When he was born, she lost every right to the Iron Throne. A much more sensible woman would have stepped away, but my sweet sister -”

“It was HER RIGHT!”

“It was never hers and it was certainly not yours or your bastard brothers' to claim!” With words exchanged and thrown at each other like weapons, her hands had been animatedly moving about as was her habit. But she froze at those last words. She knew very well that he had too, if the sudden hitching of his breath was any indication.

He wouldn’t apologize, that much she knew. He was much too proud and condescending about his otherworldly and striking Targaryen features to apologize to her - for she knew very well what she was, even if nobody else would openly admit to it.

A bastard.

Her mind was a mess as she looked at him, at a loss for words. The spell had shifted, they weren’t bickering as they used to any longer. In the silence, a moment suspended in time, she looked at him - really, truly, looked.  

And there sat a boy. Not a battle-tested man who was now a hidden fugitive, but a boy. The boy that she’d known and loved. How much longer could they possibly hold on to grudges that neither had inflicted upon each other? The war had broken them, gotten them to drift apart - but where did it end?

Her heart ached as she beheld him, recognizing the boy she had once known beneath the bitterness and resentment that time and circumstance had piled upon him. The lines etched into his face told stories of battles fought and losses endured, but his eyes betrayed the weariness of a soul weighed down by burdens too heavy to bear alone.

He was tired. 

He was depressed, hungry for revenge and angry, but in close vicinity, as her hand reached up to let her fingertips graze over his eyepatch, she could not help but think. This was her Aemond. She’d waited for him to take her away, and in a cruel twist of fate, they ended up here.

In the dim glow of twilight, her voice, a tantalizing whisper, wrapped around him like a spell. "I haven't ever seen you without your eyepatch. You never let me." Each word, a delicate lure, tugged at something deep within her; a longing that she had never quite moved on from, but scarcely dared to acknowledge in her time away from him.

If she leaned in just a bit more, she could kiss him. Would it be wrong to? Did he want her to? What was he thinking?

His hand closed around her wrist, holding her delicate touch in place over his concealed eye. With a weary exhale, he released a breath burdened with the weight of countless battles, etched into the lines of his weathered face.

How had she gone this far without him? 

Before she let her fleetingly powerful feelings take over her, she closed her eyes and walked away. In the distance, a lone wolf's mournful howl pierced the tranquil stillness of the forest, making for a haunting melody.

Next Chapter

NO TAG LIST. Follow @randomdragonfics and turn on post notifs for fic updates!

[t3a-tan]

Romantic and Hopeless (2/?)

First / Previous / Next

---

“Hey. Hope you're okay… I had an alright day today. Bit hungover from last night, but not too bad. Uhh… Freddo came over today since I was a bit upset and we went for a joyride. Blasting songs and shit— so I'm in a bit of a musical mood..!”

Sammy listened silently, laying on her side and staring out at the lab. Her gaze flickered between the cameras, almost entertaining the idea of responding before remembering Ryker was right; she didn't know how he had been listening, and for all she knew he would hear her the moment she spoke back.

His threat was still hanging in the air, swirling around in her head and conjuring all sorts of terrible fates that might fall upon her should she disobey. So, she shut her eyes and tried to shut her soulmate out instead.

“I know you usually sleep around this time so… goodnight. I-I uh… I thought you might like if I hummed a little lullaby— so I hope that helps you relax. Please be okay…”

Despite her efforts to not give in, she listened to his gentle humming, drifting off into a peaceful sleep; the first without nightmares in so long.

Why was the human insisting on making things so difficult for her? She was already in a terrible situation as it was, and now he was making it even more painful with his little offerings of love and peace. She hated it. She hated him.

So far a week had passed, and every night Sammy would be hummed to sleep. By day three she would lay awake waiting to hear his voice, only able to drift off when he was talking or singing something to her. Now as Sammy was out on Ryker's desk, getting measured as she regularly was, she finally felt bold enough to speak again.

“How did you hear us? I thought it was impossible for anyone other than soulmates to hear each other, and I know you're not my soulmate.” She sent a glare up at him for good measure, arms folded and trying to contain her shaking as the tape measure was wrapped around various parts of her body, markings of pen being made on her skin.

Ryker let out a hum of acknowledgement without looking in her direction, instead jotting down the measurements he had gathered.

“I’m not so foolish as to tell you the answer. You would find a way around it.” He responded simply. Sammy let a smirk come onto her expression, her posture becoming more casual.

“So there is a way around it then.” She responded. Her confidence faltered as soon as those unblinking grey eyes focused on her again, swallowing nervously. I probably shouldn't have said that out loud.

“You’re intelligent Sammy, but as usual, your mouth gets in the way.” He scolded lightly, but went back to writing things down a moment later. Sammy relaxed again, relieved that there had been no real retaliation towards her comment. “Regardless, a little thing like you wouldn't be able to comprehend my methods.”

The borrower couldn't help but feel offended but she bit her tongue this time.

Ryker brought his gloved fingers close again, delicately moving her limbs around. By this point Sammy was already used to this routine— yet despite that she still flinched whenever his fingers made contact.

“Open.”

Sammy let out a huff of defiance but opened her mouth, letting the human take a look in with his magnifying glass.

“Good. No tooth decay as far as I can tell. Close.”

Sammy closed her mouth again, frustrated by how used to this she had gotten, but also knowing why she had gotten used to it in the first place. Cooperating was better in the long run with Ryker. He was not distracted or entertained by her defiance like the others, so it would only annoy him.

“He seems like a sweet boy. Your soulmate.” He spoke again, writing down something about her teeth. Sammy tried to peek at his writing, only to blink as his words registered in her mind. “But I'm sure you've realised he's human by now. If you were to meet, you know he would just hurt you.”

She bristled. She had been trying to avoid thinking of that since she realised what he was, and now here Ryker was, shoving it in her face. Ryker raised an eyebrow at her troubled expression.

“Surely you know that already? Unless you've deluded yourself into thinking he would actually be different.” He leaned down, tilting his head slightly as his grey-eyed gaze bore down upon the little borrower's form. “I think you'll find, Sammy, that most people are rather disappointing.”

She averted her gaze, hugging herself a little tighter. She did understand that was the likeliest outcome…but she had still been hoping maybe that wasn't the case. He was one of the only comforts she had left since Tanner… and sure, every now and then Ryker could be nice, but Sammy would rather suffer on her own than be comforted by him.

“I see. So you were just pretending.” Ryker let out a small hum, his eyes flicking over her form again. A sigh rustled through her hair, causing Sammy to look up again. “Alright. Time to eat. You must eat something today.”

He spoke firmly, bringing a small bowl with an assortment of nutrients rich foods onto the desk. They were bland and Sammy disliked them, but it was all she could have. Still, the thought of eating without Tanner made her stomach twist. She shook her head, looking down.

“Sammy. It's not a request. If you go any more days without eating it will start causing damage.” Ryker slid the bowl towards her, the glass bowl scraping against cool metal. Sammy simply huffed again, turning away. “Do you want me to hold you down and force you to eat it?”

The threat made her turn around in alarm. The last thing she wanted was to be restrained, and the thought of Ryker forcing the bland food into her made her feel even more sick. She glared, before swiping up a seed.

“I hate you.” She murmured angrily with tears pricking the corners of her eyes. She winced as she took a bite, already feeling sick, hesitating to swallow.

“I know.” The doctor responded, unfazed by her ire. “Finish up, and then you can go to sleep.”

Soon enough Sammy was full, and she was put back in the glass enclosure that now felt more like home than the den she used to live in; when everyone was still alive. When she wasn't alone. She lay back on one of the folded up fabrics that made up her bed, staring up at the lid of the enclosure.

There is a way to avoid Ryker's detection… what is it though? Has he slipped up at all?

Right on time, her soulmate's voice began to enter her mind.

“Hey! Uh. College was boring as usual… just need to finish this course and then I'll be out of the water. Mum's gone with her boyfriend for the week, but I bet she won't come home when she says..” There was the sound of a small sigh. “I miss your voice. I ..still hope you're okay. I get that you probably can't tell me though, so I'll try to believe you are. Anyway. Lullaby.”

This time Sammy didn't allow herself to drift off to his humming, trying to figure out the solution. Then it hit her.

Ryker knew I was putting my hands together, but he couldn't actually hear me before. Does that mean it's a range thing? She glanced towards the cameras, before curling over, trying to make her position look as natural as possible whilst holding her hands together, keeping them under the makeshift blanket.

“H-hello..?”

“Bloody hell— Hey! Hey— are you okay? What happened?? Are you…are you safe now..?” His voice sounded so urgent but relieved at the same time. Sammy was tense, listening for any signs that Ryker still noticed… It was irrational because he wasn't even in the lab right now, but she couldn't help it.

“I'm okay. Not safe, but for right now I'm alive. I'm sorry for going silent. He said if I spoke to you again he'd do something bad to me.” She responded slowly, her internal voice coming across quiet and hesitant, like she was trying to stay quiet. “I don't think he can hear me right now…”

“Jesus. The guy you mentioned before? Uh. Zorro something?? Is he the one threatening you? If you know his full name I can call the police for you. Hell, I'll even come down myself and deal with him for you.” He spoke, his tone a mix of anger and concern.

Sammy shuddered at the thought of human police bursting in, recalling that several men had told her about their jobs, and several of those same men had claimed to be officers.

“Zorro Ryker. He has a gun. You'd just be putting yourself in danger… And I don't want any police. I don't have a good track record with them.” And she knew that her soulmate didn't either, as he had mentioned to her before. She didn't know exactly what a delinquent was, but it seemed he got in trouble by human standards often.

“A gun!?? What!? I— I know that you can still get guns in England and shit but… wait. You said he was going to hurt you if you spoke to me again? Why are you speaking to me! I don't want you to get hurt to save my feelings.” Sammy winced at the raised voice as it echoed around her head.

“I don't think he can tell. He's not here right now…I'm hiding from the cameras so he'll just think I'm asleep. But from now on, act like you still haven't heard from me. If I talk to you, that's when you'll know he's not around and we can talk freely.” She could hear her own breaths as her pulse hammered in her ears, the adrenaline rushing through her at the thought that she had made a mistake and Ryker knew already.

“I… I don't know what to do. I can't just go about my day knowing you're…wherever you are with that maniac. I promise I won't get police involved, just…please explain? A bit.” Sammy heard the pleading edge to his voice and she released a small sigh. She couldn't explain everything…not to a human. But she could explain some things.

“Okay.” She hesitated. She had never told anyone this before— she had never had anyone to tell and she didn't like to think too much about how long she had been trapped here. “I… On my 14th birthday, me and my younger brother got taken.”

She had to pause before continuing, but Oscar interrupted with a hushed tone.

“You…you've been there the whole time. Since we started talking— I…” Sammy winced at his bewildered reaction, just holding still to keep her sleeping act going. “I'm so…sorry. Is your brother with you? Is he okay?”

“No. He… I started getting quiet because he um. He… ��� She couldn't finish her sentence, getting choked up again at the thought. It felt so much colder under this blanket without him nestled against her. It was so quiet without his faint snoring and sleepy murmurs. She tried not to cry though— she was still pretending to sleep after all. “Y-ya know… It happens.”

“Jesus. I'm sorry. I don't even know what to say…” He trailed off slowly. “Hey, uh… could I have some nickname to address you by..? It would make it easier to talk. I can give you one for me too.”

Sammy thought about it, finding the question to be a good distraction from her flashbacks.

“Rabbit.” It's what her parents had called her when she was younger— because of her boundless energy and tendency to hop all around the place; all of which stemmed from an eagerness to start going on borrowing trips.

“An animal name? Cool. I'll pick an animal name too then… Uhh… how about Fox? They're red like my hair.”

Sammy almost laughed at that. Ironic that he was picking a predator animal whilst being one of the most ferocious predators to her species. It's fitting.

“Okay, Fox. I'll explain some stuff...”

[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: Daichi Sawamura x fem!reader

Requested: No

Genre: Smut

Warning(s): Somnophillia, cunnilingus.

Summary: Daichi is annoyed after practice, thankfully you look a bit too delectable today.

Word count: 650

Other works

Beta reader: None

a/n: I would greatly appreciate it if all of you could take a moment to comment on this fic. As an author, I find great value in your feedback, as it allows me to better comprehend my readers, and I thoroughly enjoy interacting with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcome, so don't hesitate to talk about this fic or send me an ask.

[permanent taglist] [only for those interested, don’t fill the form otherwise]

Daichi loves hearing you blabber as he rams into you with all his might. It's not always that he gets this horny and needy, but on the days he does, you are in for a ride—literally!

It started right after he got back from practice, extremely angry at himself for not being up to the mark and messing up the practice for the whole team.

The moment he came in, he immediately searched for you, only to find you asleep on the couch. It's not a rare sight to see you waiting for him, but those shorts paired with his tee were the breaking point for him.

You looked so beautiful lying there all pretty for him.

No matter how freaky you both were in bed, the topic of consent always took first place. So when he first heard you suggest trying somnophilia, he was a bit concerned, to say the least.

But the first time you both tried it, it was like heaven for him. So, the sight of you sleeping in shorts was too inviting for him to resist.

Immediately going towards you, he quickly removed your shorts and latched his mouth onto your cunt, hungrily lapping at it to create some wetness.

Your reaction was a bit slow, but he could slowly but surely hear the small moans emitting from you. Soon enough, you were awake, the feeling of his mouth on your now throbbing cunt too much for your sleep-induced brain to handle, so it woke you up.

Your moans immediately increased in volume, prompting Daichi to add a finger along with his his already attached mouth. Your hands soon found their place in his hair, pulling on it.

"Tastes so good I could die here," he says before continuing to abuse your pussy.

Within seconds, you are bursting onto him, squirting all over the man's face with a loud moan of his name. And being the man he subhe wastes not a drop of your precious cum lapping it all up like a starving man.

As Daichi emerges from your pussy, he gives you a look of extreme need. Within seconds, you are underneath him.

"Gonna fuck you so well," he says as he takes off his pants, letting his throbbing cock breathe. It's been almost five years since you and Daichi have been together, but the size of his cock still shocks you.

You used to wonder how it would fit, but from previous experience, you know it will. He immediately sinks into your puffy warm hole with a moan.

"How are you still so fucking tight? Did I not prep you enough?" he groans. Before you can respond, he starts moving, inducing moans after moans from you.

"So good Mura," you can barely form a sentence with how good he makes you feel. A ring of thick cream forming at the base of his cock due to the endless thrusting.

"Will fucking fill you up with my seed until your tits are all swollen with milk," he says while thrusting into you with all his might.

"Do you want that? My babies?" He rams into you like his life depends on it.

"Need, need your cum," you are just a blabbering mess at this point, barely able to form a sentence. The pleasure is so intense that it makes you almost cry. Soon, you reach your climax, cumming all over his dick, making him reach his peak too.

After a few loud moans, and a few "you milk my dick so well," you both calm down. He immediately moves over to hold you, making you rest your head on his chest.

"You want me to make us a warm bath?" he asks gently while rubbing your shoulder.

You nod, numb from all the lovemaking. Kissing your forehead, he immediately takes you to the bathroom to clean you up and get you ready for bed.

The End

a/n: thank you so much for reading, please don’t forget to leave a review

[bearw-me]

Could you do Lute with drunk reader?

definitely! i present anon + mals:

𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𐐒 includes : lute x gender neutral! reader 𐐒 cw : drunk/drinking, mentions of blackmail, swearing 𐐒 summary : lute's (mostly) fed up with your antics (platonic/romantic) 𐐒 note : *sigh* lute <3

lute w/ a drunk!reader is half annoyed, half amused

"don't think for one second i'm going to baby-sit your ass"

she's a bad influence

yes. she will record you for blackmail + to make fun of your goofy ass when your able to comprehend it

but, since you mean something to her, she'd also take care of you:

like laying you on your side when you pass out or buying you food when you whine about 'how hungry' you are

it makes her smile at how stupidly cute you are

rambling on and on about how much she 'must love you to be doing this' and teasing her about the way she reacts by smiling. . . then the fact that you forget the whole scenario a second later. . .

it amazes her to be honest

but don't expect her to have your back like this all the time!

(lets be honest, she'll be there every time)

definitely the girl to hold your hair while your sick

the type of girlfriend/friend to tell you "i told you so" the next morning when you feel the hangover wash over you. . .

but on the plus side, she also takes care of you by bringing you medicine + water

honestly, yes she's annoyed, but if your a funny kind of person when your drunk she'd have a f*king blast with you!

especially if you took up her offer to have lute fly you around heaven

tries to smuggle some drunk confessions out of you

she's the type of person to stay awake and watch you the whole night, worrying

(she promises that next time you guys hang out she's going to be the one you have to worry about. mark her words)

likes to pat your head or rub your back if you say it feels nice

[sunnycanvas]

Hello^^ I have been following your blog for a while and like that you want to explore different concepts with Baldwin IV👑🩵

If you don’t mind, would you like to write either a short drabble or Hcs of Baldwin comforting his wife after a really difficult birth? Like, it all turned out okay, the wife is alive, albeit very exhausted, the Baby came out to be strong and healthy, etc. but it was a very risky and long labor, and the physicians weren’t sure if she and the child were going to make it yk? After all, giving birth was highly risky back then, with a much higher mortality rate.

Anyway, I hope you are having a great day and keep up the good work🥳🌈✨

Yelp! It went longer that I expected. Hopefully it lives upto mark. Thank you for your support and happy reading

It felt so peaceful. So dark. I was exhausted and felt solace in darkness. However in my deep slumber I heard a sound of weeping. Someone calling my name. Begging me to come back. "Your grace the queen is fine but really exhausted" "Please let her sleep" "She needs rest to regain strength" . I think I heard some shouts and I don't remember much after that except the fact that I tried opening my eyes but I felt so tired. When I was finally able to open my eyes. I felt my mouth open and chest sweaty huffing desperate to get fresh air. "When did this happen" I thought. It almost felt like a dream .My head was spinning. My throat felt dry. I tried moving a bit when I could feel sticky wet substance below my waist I tried moving my legs again but realised that I was too exhausted to do so . "What's happening" I thought again worried.

"My wife is finally awake, quickly get some water"

My husband took the glass of water from widwife. Baldwin IV made me sit upright as he quickly fed me water. Baldwin IV didn't realise in state of panic how fast he was being in feeding me water. I started coughing as result

"Easy love". He gently rubbed my back as he handed back glass of water to midwife. My husband started kissing me all over my face and then hugged me tightly.

"Darling, you made it" "I am really happy" "When I saw you laying down like that l" "I was so scared, I thought I will never see you again" I could feel my shoulder getting wet from his tears as Baldwin IV kissed my hair while speaking to me. I remembered that when I was going through difficult labour. Although the baby came out alive and strong they weren't sure I would make it. After hearing this I lost consciousness

Remembering about the baby I asked where is the baby right now. Baldwin IV replied that our child was fine and is currently with the midwife who was taking care of baby

"Moment I heard one of the midwife saying that perhaps you might not survive I grew anxious and prayed to God on my knees for some miracle"

I got really scared remembering the pain I had to bear while screaming in agony. I got really nervous realising how close I was knocking at death's door. My husband the king, Baldwin IV was able to comprehend my emotional state. Without hesitation he took off his white cloak and covered me in it. He hugged me again and started drawing circles on arm while singing a lullaby. It worked and I felt myself getting calmer. "My love I am here" "I'll be there to protect you, even if it's my own battle". Hearing this I immediately voiced my thoughts "It had been a tough experience" ."We will have more children I swear it, it would be better for everyone"

"Was that the reason why you decided to have a baby"

"......."

Baldwin IV understood the meaning behind my silence. Baldwin IV sat on the bed and said "Yes, it's true that I always wanted to have a family of my own but long before I accepted my fate as leper and decided to live my life in chasity" "I am willing to go back to same life" "I thank God every day that you came in my life perhaps God gave you difficult labour because I was being greedy"

"No, love". "The kingdom needs a heir" "And I will give birth to as many children as possible" Baldwin IV understood the pressure I felt as queen replied "I know my (Y/N)" "And if you feel you don't want to go through it again" "I would have no problem with that, I will happily except our child as first and last". Baldwin IV called one of his ministers and said "Tell the council that I will be taking rest, Raymond of Tripoli could rule in my place for the time being". I was about to protest but Baldwin IV put a finger against my lips shushing me. "You were left alone during your labour, but I won't be leaving you alone after I almost lost you" "Come now love, let's sleep together" "After that we will be taking a bath together and enjoy all the activities you prefer" "You need rest" "I will ensure you won't be going out of my sight for the time being". Baldwin IV got next to me and pulled me closer. "I can't sleep" I complained

"In that case I shall tell you stories of brave knights and kings". I smiled remembering Baldwin IV loved history and foundly I watched him and he excitedly recalled the history stories he learned.

[ghostandsoap]

Familiarity

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem! Reader

Tags: Nightmares. Panic.

Word Count: < 1,000

“Just stay right here.”

⋆˙⟡ ♡⋆˙⟡

⋆˙⟡ ♡⋆˙⟡

Ghost stirred awake, a quick and sharp inhale of air entering his lungs when his eyes snapped open.

It took him a moment to identify where he was. He had to re-familiarize himself with his surroundings before recognizing that he was in his bedroom, safe and sound from the outside world and the horrors that plagued his dreams.

His body relaxed when he comprehended this. A long, burdened sigh sounding from his chest that felt tight and weighted with false-alarm panic.

He remembered then that he wasn’t alone in his safe space. In fact, the person that made him feel the safest was right next to him. His sudden movement and the sound of his discomfort pulled you from your slumber, immediate guilt washing over him from disturbing your peace.

“Simon?” You said with a light and groggy voice.

His heart swelled at the sound of a your voice. Your caring and generous tone brought comfort to his anxiety that ran rampant through him.

He pulled you closer, as close as he possibly could. The hard thumping of his heart could be heard through his chest that your ear was pressed against.

“Mm,” He hummed as an affirmation that he heard you. “Go back to sleep, doll.”

You ignored his command.

“Are you okay?” You asked, pulling away just enough so you could look at him. Your eyes just barely opened to get a good look at him.

This wasn’t the first nor the last time this had happened. He was no stranger to his real-life nightmares infiltrating his sleep.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” He nodded, doing his best to hide the shakiness in his breathing.

He would calm down soon. He just needed time to pass.

“Bad dream?” You asked.

He almost chuckled. There was no getting anything past you.

“Mmhm.”

Granted, it wasn’t as intense as some of the nightmares he had in the past. The most real and vivid ones would have him in a cold sweat and a disoriented state of pure terror.

But nonetheless, you understood. This was still one of those dreams.

“Can I do anything for you?” You dragged your fingertips across his back with a light touch.

A scar here. A scar there. The marks that created the map that was Simon Riley.

“No,” He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Just stay right here.”

That was far too easy. You wished you could do more. If you could take the pain and suffering from him, you would. But he would never, ever wish that on you or anybody else.

Ghost’s hand came to the back of your head, settling it in the crook of his neck. The trembling in his fingers had slowed, his breathing was steadier.

Having you there with him was the best reminder that was okay and he was safe. The support and love of the woman he admired was extremely helpful in returning him to normal.

And if staying right where you were was all he needed and asked of you, then you were more than happy to oblige.

[awillowdancingonair]

“a soul that’s born in cold and rain- knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight”

Castin x Baroness! (Desmond Asmr)

TW: Scars, cause it’s Castin. A tiny bit suggestive, cause once again, it’s Castin.

Prompt: tracing scars

Summary: When Castin wakes up one morning, he isn’t faced with the empty bed he’s grown accustomed to many times before, due to his wife’s busy schedule. Instead, his wife is there; and awake already. She’s quietly tracing the scars on his chest and arms, ones from all the battles he’s been in. How will Castin react to this morning surprise?

Tags: @themonotonysyndrome thank you so much for all your kind words, discussing Castin and all that has been so much fun!! You’re truly an inspiration.

As Castin’s eyes fluttered open, the first thing he saw was sunlight. The rays of morning light filtered in through the windows of his room, casting a warm glow on all the rooms items. He let out a long sigh, mentally preparing himself for another long day of training. But for a moment, he relished in the quiet ambience of the morning. Birds cooed and chirps outside of his bedroom window, a light breeze rustled trees outside, he could even hear some of his men training already in a field a ways off.

A part of him wished his wife, the Baroness, could be here with him. He desperately wanted more time with her- as he always did. But at the same time, he knew how important the work she was doing would be to the growth of, well, everything.

A lazy smile crossed his face as he pictured his wife. He knew she was probably nose deep in a pile of work at this point. Over the past few months, he’d tried to pop in to check on her once in a while. Often, he was shooed out, with her fussing about needing to work and that he had things he needed to attend to as well. But occasionally, she’d let him stay. When this rare event happened, he would lounge on one of the chairs in her office, mentally grumbling about how uncomfortable it was, and would pick something to focus on. Sometimes it was a book that the Baroness had long finished, other times it was a map that had been marked up. But what the Baroness was unaware of, was that the items Castin would choose were merely things for his hands to fidget with. When he was in her presence in those times, his focus would always be on her. He loved watching the way her dress would sway as she bustled around the room, the way her nimble fingers would race over her paperwork, the way her eyes focused when she read the work. One of the things he loved most was the way he could practically see the wheels in her head turning as she thought long and hard.

As much as he loved these moments, he also missed having more quiet ones. Relaxed ones, with just the two of them.

His eyes opened again as he realized he’d begun to drift off as he thought. He blinked a few times, trying to keep himself awake. Only in doing so, as his senses finally awoke, he realized there was a hand laying on his arm. Not just a hand, fingers too.

His head shot to the side, eyes wide and expectant. His gaze softened as he saw his wife there, bathed in the golden glow of sunshine.

“Sweetheart- what? Shouldn’t you be working right now? You’ve literally never once slept in, do I need to call the doctor, babe?” he asked, his full attention on you. A slight smile tugged at the sides of his lips but there was a look of worry in his eyes as he scanned your face for any answer.

“No, Castin, I didn’t sleep in,” the Baroness replied with a roll of her eyes and a chuckle emitting softly from her throat, “I cleared my schedule for today. I’m going to spend it with my husband,”

Castin just blinked, taking in the calm smile that coated his wife’s face. She was serious.

“You’re joking, right, babe?” he asked.

He paused for a moment, taking in the sight in front of him, trying to comprehend that: yes, his wife really had made the time to spend the day with him. He took a second to take her in. The way the light was shining off her hair, the way the golden glow of the morning looked on her skin, how the sheets of their bed looked pressed against her.

He let out a hearty, happy chuckle.

“Well, if that’s the view I get to see all day then,” he made a whistling sound while he exhaled, eyes raking over your body, “Then by all means,” he leaned closer to you, a mischievous smile planting itself on his face, “Count me in,”

“Castin!” the Baroness laughed lightly and gently pushed Castin away, ignoring his playfulness. “I was enjoying relaxing with you, to be honest.”

Castin looked at his wife with a tender expression. And the two settled into a comfortable silence. The Baroness moved closer to him, and Castin took this as his cue to lift his arm up, allowing the Baroness to move closer, draping an arm across his chest.

The pair laid like this for a while, enjoying the happiness of the morning. Castin was unsure if his wife had fallen back asleep, but a question was persistent in his mind.

“Sweetheart?” he asked. He felt the Baroness’s head lift slightly against the crook of his arm.

“Hmm?” she hummed lazily, a quietness in her voice he hadn’t often heard. Her eyes were still closed, looking as if she was drifting on the brink of sleep. Her eyelashes rested softly on her cheek. She looked beautiful.

“What did you do before I woke up?”

The Baroness propped herself up lightly, looking up at her husband while blinking away her lingering drowsiness.

“This,” she said, as she rested her head on one of her hands, and began tracing a faint scar on Castin’s chest.

Castin looked at her- confused- for a good second before he understood what she was doing with her finger on his chest.

“Oh..,” he said eyes widening, “Why..why are you doing that, babe?”

A nervous laugh accompanied his words. Upon hearing his hesitant tone, her hand retracted.

“I’m sorry, I was-“ she began, feeling confused and a bit embarrassed. She had never been the best at expressing affection, and when she had awoken, and seen the scars that decorated his skin, she had felt a strange urge to trace those lines of his past. But as she spoke, she was cut off abruptly.

“No- no. You’re good. You’re good. I just-,” his hand rose and ruffled his dark hair, his eyes crossed the room as he took a breath, “No one’s done that before. It…it hit pretty close to home.”

His hand gently rose from his side, placing her hand back on his chest softly. His wife’s finger reached for one of the scars, and she looked up at him, waiting patiently for an unspoken permission. Castin looked at his wife tenderly and gave a nod, a love struck smile beginning to creep on his face. Seeing the gentle look in his eyes, and looking down at how the light from the rising sun shone on his chest, her finger landed softly on one of the scars.

“Yeah, go ahead, babe. I’m all yours,” he said with a relaxed breath.

The Baronesses finger started to move along the faint light line on his skin, from what she assumed was a strike of a sword. After she had traced the mark multiple times, her finger quickly found another one. This one was more obvious.

“If you don’t mind my asking, Castin, how did you get this one?” she said quietly. Castin’s head tilted slightly in response to her question, thinking.

“One of my first training days, actually. Yeah, me and the rest of the men got pretty banged up. No sweat though, it’s all good now sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he replied, kissing the top of the Baronesses head lovingly.

The Baroness continued, gently pressing kisses to some of them. Castin laid there, exposed in what felt like more ways than one. Yes, his body was sprawled on the bed, basking in the warmth of the morning; but there was a vulnerability and an intimacy to what the Baroness was doing. One that he hadn’t felt before. Yes, he’d been with women. But none of them had done this. None of them had gazed lovingly at his scarred body, tracing her fingers lightly upon them with a gentleness and comfort that it felt like it could only be a gift from the Goddess herself. None of them had pressed their sweet lips to the marks of his past, tracing the lines as if she could relieve him of all past pain. All while she too was lying on their shared bed, body intertwined with his. He knew his wife was a busy woman. That wasn’t hard to figure out. But in these moments, moments where she too let down her guard and in the process just brought his down more, he felt truly whole. Being without her would be the greatest wound he could ever receive now. Not any battle injury, not any training mistake, nothing. He had seen ugliness in the world, hell, he’d witnessed it first hand. He’d been a part of bloody and dangerous battles, gone on spine-chilling missions, seen people die and his own friends die with them. His mother had been killed by war.

Yet in this moment, despite the cold and rain that had been his life, he could only feel sunshine. A content joy, rays of sunlight filtering through clouds, like the beams that covered him and his wife at that very moment.

“How did you get this one, dear?” his wife asked, shaking him out of his thoughts. He adjusted to turn towards her more, smiling to himself. In the Baronesses eyes, it was one that rivaled the sun itself. He was the sun in her world too.

“Well, it was one of my first battles..,” and Castin continued on, telling her the tale of how he had earned that one. His tales continued all throughout the morning. Laughter and tears would follow, filling the walls of the room with the rest of the light from the sun as it finally finished rising.

In the midst of all the dark of the world, the two had found each other, exposed each other’s scars, and made sunlight out of their lives.

“A soul that’s born in cold and rain- knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight” -Sunlight by Hozier

[lanafofana]

Midnight Snack

Pairing: Gale/(F)Tav

Rating: E for Explicit. Minors DNI

Warning: Cunnilingus, Finger bangin’/vaginal fingering, PnV sex, porn with nary a thought for plot

Summary: Something something Thirsty Thursday. The rizzard is hungry!

No betaaaaa

AO3 link when I remember my password 😅

When she woke it was to a kiss. Soft and warm, slow and sweet. Tav’s lips curled at the edges, delighted with how well her day was beginning.

Her brow crinkled in the effort to open an eye and commit to the day but every muscle was lax, every bone heavy, her eyes sealed against the onslaught of day as surely as if they had been spelled shut. Tav gave up on opening her eyes just yet, content to toe the line between consciousness and slumber.

In the night she had burrowed deep into the covers of their bed and in her drowsy half awake state they lay heavy against her body. An insurmountable weight that tried to coax her back into dreaming. Nevertheless an enterprising hand found the dip of her waist and explored the soft curves of her figure lazily.

While Gale’s lips moved against hers his hand worked its way from her waist to her hip, running a thumb enticingly along the edge between where her underthings ended and her thighs began before circling around to sweep under her nightgown to better palm and squeeze her ass with appreciation.

The pace and pressure of his kisses did not change but when she tilted her chin a little in an attempt to squint up at him he seized the opportunity to explore her face. Dragging his lips along the edge of her mouth, to the side of her chin, peppering kisses along the line of her jaw.

“Good morning, my love,” Gale murmured into her ear, punctuating his greeting with a chaste kiss to her cheek.

She hummed in reply, turning her face to his and rewarded with another kiss pressed to her pliant lips.

The hand on her ass trailed up, nimble fingers sweeping deliberately along the sensitive curve of her lower back, sending a spark of desire right to her cunt. Tav breathed in sharply through her nose, shifting her hips, and this time managed to pry her eyes open in time to catch his dark gaze as he drank in her expression. She flushed at the intensity with which he watched her.

“Good morning,” she croaked, grimacing at the rasp in her voice. Clumsily wiping the sleep sand from her eyes she stretched and reached for him, pressing a kiss to his face inelegantly.

He chuckled, low and quiet, against the heat of her skin, bowing his head to begin an open mouthed kiss against the pulse in her neck.

Adjusting to give him unfettered access to her neck she marked the hour as much too early to be awake for the day but much too late for him to have had much rest at all. Her fingers found purchase in his soft hair and tugged him away just enough so she could give him a narrow eyed look.

“Are you just now coming to bed?”

The smile he gave her was crooked, unrepentant.

“Perhaps.” His eyes were bright.

Tav dimly remembered a conversation about a newly acquired tome and looked at him with fond exasperation.

Releasing the hold on his hair she caressed his face, turning her hand to brush her thumb along the line of his cheekbone under his eye. “Sleep,” she implored.

The warm pressure of the hand on her back retreated and with it he plucked her hand from his face, turning to press his lips to her wrist.

“All in good time,” he assured her, the warmth of his words soaking into her skin. “I’m afraid I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”

Before she could comprehend the meaning of his words he had enveloped her thumb into the wet heat of his mouth. Another, more insistent, spark of desire flared to life in her chest and the breath she let out was shaky.

Lips parted, she watched with wide eyes as he sucked on her thumb, his eyes never leaving hers. Finished with that particular appendage he exchanged it for the next closest digit on her hand, nipping and suckling the tip of each finger, clever gaze locked on her face as if he was mentally cataloging each change to her expression and unsteady breath.

Drawing away from her hand with one final, long, lewd suck to her pinky finger he leaned back, a puzzled frown on his face belied by the mischief in his eyes.

“A pity,” he lamented, “I've finished the meal at hand but find myself hungrier than before.”

Gale captured her lips in a searing kiss then, pressing his thumb against the soft flesh of the palm still within his grasp.

Now more awake than ever Tav broke the kiss long enough to tease, “And what would satisfy my love’s appetite? Boar? Duck? Will you conjure a feast?”

Abandoning his hold on her hand Gale kissed her again while he peeled the covers from her body. The air outside her nest of blankets was cooler but not cold and despite the shiver that crawled across her skin, hardening her nipples, she kicked them away eagerly.

Gale’s kiss deepened, the slick slide of his tongue exploring her mouth sending another shiver down her spine.

“Conjure a feast?,” he asked when they broke apart, flushed and slightly breathless. He nosed along her cheek, huffing a breath of hot air across the shell of her ear as he meandered his way down her face, her neck, “Why ever should I? A meal must match the hunger and, my love, there is much that I hunger for already before me.” He pulled at the loose neckline of her gown to nibble at the taunt muscle between her neck and shoulder. “Shall I feast then, my dear? Will you indulge my appetite and allow this wretch to slake his thirst between your thighs?”

Warmth flooded Tav’s cheeks the same moment something wet began to drip through the folds of her sex. “Gale!”

He angled his head to give her a wicked smile. “Allow me to indulge in the feast your body provides me, hmm?”

She pressed her thighs together, a tell he caught by the way his eyes flickered down her body and back. He leaned into her, sipping her sigh from her lips and chasing the moan that followed with the heat of his tongue.

His warm hand was at her hip again, pressing her out of her half curled position on her side to lay her flat to the mattress while he covered her body with his own. Over her nightgown his wandering hand cupped her breast, thumbing against the stiff peak of her nipple. When his ministrations pulled a soft sound from her throat he switched hands to give her other breast the same treatment to his satisfaction.

Tav swallowed, dizzy with mounting lust, her heavy sleepiness curling at the edges and burning away under the heat of his ardor.

He leaned back to pull her up far enough to divest her of her nightgown, sending the thing slipping through his fingers somewhere off the edge of the bed while his heavy gaze raked over her body.

Her skin was buzzing, eager for his touch, his tongue. Still he lingered, tracing the peaks and valleys of her body with naught but his hungry gaze.

“Touch me,” she commanded at last, feeling overwhelmed by the singular intensity of his stare and the wet heat beating with a pulse between her legs, desperate for attention. “Taste me.” The red flush in her cheeks had stretched down her neck, spilling across her chest.

His lips quirked even as his eyes darkened at the blush suffusing the skin of her neckline. “A meal such as this should be savored.”

Even so, he complied with her demands immediately. His tongue against the skin of her chest, painting a portrait of his desire, was as maddening as it was tantalizing. He worked his mouth across one breast and then the other, sucking at her teats, softly biting into the plump flesh with methodical precision until her hand came up to thread through the hair at the back of his scalp and press his face closer.

She squirmed beneath him, impatient for his attention to sink lower but he was consumed with singular focus.

He shifted and a warm hand appeared at her hip, thumb rubbing soothing circles that, counter productively, drove her a little closer to the edge of her finite patience.

“Savored,” he reminded her. She sighed.

He pulled himself away from her kiss darkened nipples and laved a wet trail down the center of her body. He branched away to press open mouthed kisses to her ribs, paying particular attention to the scars with sweet kisses and unintelligible praises.

Tav’s neck tired of holding up her head to continue tracing his path with her eyes and she finally relaxed into the bed fully, letting her head sink into the pillow. The sensations of his exploration tugged at the needy bundle of nerves in her cunt but she conceded this match of wills to him. He tugged at her panties and sank his teeth in the skin over her hip bone in victory. Tav moaned throatily, off guard and desperate.

While Gale pulled her underwear down he continued his assault against the skin of her thighs, the sensitive area next to her knee that pulled another involuntary sound from deep in her throat. He licked and sucked and gnawed with gentle teeth the muscle of her calves, feasting his way to her ankles and finishing each leg with a slow heady lick to the soles of her feet that had her abdominal muscles clenching.

When he moved between her thighs at last, at last, he only seemed to move slower. Looking down her thudding heart tripped into a faster pace at the look on his face. Reverent and hungry, a starving man reaching for his first bite of food or freedom could not look so enraptured by what he found waiting for him at the apex of her thighs.

She tried to speak but her throat was dry, she licked her lips and tried again. “Gale,” her voice pulled him from his revery and stole her breath when he locked his eyes on hers. “Gale, please,” she tried again, soft voice threaded with urgent, open want.

His expression softened and he nestled more firmly between her legs, encouraging her to sling her legs across his shoulders. He held her gaze as he peeled open the wet folds of her sex and dipped his tongue to her aching clit at last.

Whatever decorum she might have held fast to before was flung aside with a loud groan of pleasure. Her blush intensified under his gaze as he devoured her expression with his eyes while he devoured her cunt with his lips and tongue. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her breathing deepened, in an instant he had her at the cusp of her first orgasm and the realization erupted from her lips with a strangled noise.

He suckled from her sex greedily and undulated his tongue across her clit, always with that maddening precision. Her hips canted into his face and she was hardly aware of it when her hands found purchase in his hair to press him closer– closer– closer!

She fell apart with a cry and as he released her from his mouth a finger sank to the knuckle, deep inside her, thrusting as she rode the crest of her release. With a sob of something like relief her walls clenched around his finger, eager for it, desperate for it. For more.

The spots had not fully left her vision and he added another finger, pumping them into her in that practiced methodical way of his and she felt another tide rising inside of her in response, threatening to take her apart on the receding coattails of her ebbing release.

“You come apart so beautifully,” Gale said, voice rough. “The taste of you, the nectar of your desire, the sweat–” Tav moaned, thrashing, planting her feet to get the leverage to thrust, “I could spend a lifetime devouring every taste, every touch, every sound and it would never be enough–”

At some point she had released his hair and her fingers ached where they clutched at the linens of the bed. Her hips were moving, riding his hand, and the wet suction sound of it, the smell of her own arousal heavy in the air, that look of insatiable hunger in his eyes burned in her like fire. She felt herself cresting, her sanity flying apart.

“Gale!”

A third finger joined the first two and the stretch was too much, too perfect, her spine bowed, her hips slammed against his hand driving his touch deeper– faster–

He curled his fingers, sucking hard at the delicate skin of her inner thigh and Tav’s entire world imploded with light and color and she screamed as one orgasm bled into another.

As the ecstasy of her release receded her body collapsed back to the bed. When her vision refocused Gale was kneeling between her legs, licking the taste of her from his fingers slowly, dark eyes still watching and so, so hungry.

“Kiss me, my love,” she breathed.

And he did, breathing unsteady, eager and clumsy; he met her lips with his, open and heady. His beard was damp against her face. Her mind spun whorls of sensation and color, her body was spent but from the ashes his kiss coaxed embers of heat.

The feeling of his clothes against her skin amused her after how thoroughly he had taken her to pieces and as she fed on the taste of her own arousal from his tongue she tugged and pulled and worked at the lacings of his clothes till together they sent his loose shirt and trousers to the same fate as her nightgown.

Against the burning warmth of his skin her fingers traced idle patterns; across his chest, down his stomach. When she reached for the weight of his cock he broke the kiss with a muttered curse and heavy breath that ghosted across the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Lay with me, my love,” she said, gentle and soft before pressing a kiss to his chest, over his hammering heart.

Gsle adjusted his position and with one hand buried in his tousled hair and the other around is cock Tav drew him into her body with a sigh verging on a whimper. Gale curled into her carefully, lips against her sweat soaked skin with mindless kisses and endless praise. When he sank himself fully into her heat Gale groaned, drunk on his lust. The stretch of him within her was nothing short of divine and she wrapped her legs around his hips as if to lock him into place forever.

He shifted, moving above her to catch her lips with a breathless kiss and then he began to move. Tav met each rock of his body against hers with an answering snap of her own hips, the sound of their slapping skin and panting loud in the otherwise quiet room. Arms bracketing her body he stared down at her, lips parted, pupils blown black as he rutted into her cunt, grinding her into the bed.

“Can you come for me once more,” he asked, voice wrecked and wanting.

She nodded and slipped a hand down to hurry along the orgasm already gathering in her core and he glanced down to follow the movement with another groan tearing loose from his parted lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, meeting her eyes again.

Leaning in closer he licked at her ear before sucking the tip between his teeth. Every nerve in her body seized, toes curling, spine bowing. Her sudden orgasm tore a broken sound from her throat and the movement of hips stuttered against hers as her body clamped onto his in the ensuing crash of their bodies.

She was dimly aware of his choked voice, calling her name as he railed into her body, face pressed to the juncture of her neck and shoulder as his erection jumped with its own release deep inside her still fluttering walls.

“I love you,” he was chanting into her neck, panting and spent.

Her hand was still buried in his hair and with it she drew his mouth to her to sip the sentiment from his lips.

“I love you,” he repeated helplessly against her mouth, as if all other words had been depleted from his vocabulary.

“I love you,” she answered him, no brain or energy left for further discourse either.

His cock slipped from her folds, drawing a soft sound of complaint from her.

Gale collapsed into bed, both of them too sweaty to do more than look at each other with drowsy bliss. He moved, and she tracked his hand as he placed it against her mound and a tingle of magic left her feeling clean of their mingling spend.

When she checked his face again he was fast asleep.

[delulu-hours]

Together {4}

Paring: Derek Morgan x Latina!reader

Summary: You had a big surprise for him. So when you and Derek go and visit his mother for her birthday, you figured it would be the best way to tell them. To tell his family; however, things don't go as planned when Derek gets arrested. Memories flood the both of you as you figured out how to fight this nightmare together.

Tigger warning: mention of sexual assault and abuse.

{1} {2} {3}

Derek sat beside you in the back of the SUV as Hotch drove silently. Since Gordinskin arrested Carl, Derek was free to go. You found yourself leaning against him, finding comfort in how his shoulder felt beneath your head. Your fingers naturally intertwined with his while your other hand gently traced delicate patterns on the back of his hand. It was as if you were absorbing his touch, warmth, scent– everything about him. In his presence, you could feel your body relax, your racing thoughts fading. With him by your side, your mind found peace and security. As his lips brushed against your head, you could sense him taking a deep breath, his thumb tenderly caressing your hand. The exhaustion from the past couple of days began to catch up with you, and you instinctively nestled closer to him, seeking solace and the cozy embrace of his side. "Tired?" His voice was low.

"Yeah." You nodded, and he pulled his arm from your hold. You were about to complain until you felt him wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. He used his left hand to rub your arm in a comforting manner. You could feel the sleepiness slowly creeping in as you fought to keep your eyes open. You knew you'd return to his mom's house soon, so you tried to stay up. But you couldn't keep fighting it as soon your breathing evened out.

Derek savored the comforting sensation of your body nestled against his, causing his tense muscles to loosen gently. With a tender gaze, he admired the delicate details of your face: your lashes delicately grazing your cheeks and the subtle parting of your lips as you peacefully slept. Observing your exhaustion earlier, it was no surprise to him that sleep had claimed you. As he lifted your hand to his lips, softly kissing your knuckles, a feeling of immense relief washed over him. He knew you would support him, even if he struggled to keep something from you. He tilted his head back with a small sigh, grateful that neither Hotch nor Gideon had broached the subject. Engaging you in his past was a different story, but having his colleagues know so much about him left him feeling exposed, a vulnerability he resented and didn't invite. The sound of your gentle breathing reached his ears, and he found himself easing into a state of relaxation. Having you in his embrace alleviated all his stress, and your touch reassured him. Your mere presence had an immeasurable positive impact on him in ways he knew you would never fully comprehend. Your unwavering support only deepened his love for you; as your relationship approached the two-year mark, he couldn't fathom a life without you.

~~~~~~~~~

As you blinked open your eyes, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of surprise. Inhaling deeply, your gaze swept across the room, assessing the surroundings. A gentle arm wrapped snugly around your waist, prompting a slight fluster in your mind as you fully awake. And then, your eyes settled upon the presence beside you, gradually stirring. "Y/n?" Derek's groggy voice rang in your ears, relaxing the tensed hands by your side. "What's wrong?" As he sat up, he very gently reached out and touched your arm. You found yourself flinching slightly, though you tried your best not to pull back. You could sense the faint frown on his lips, indicating that he noticed your reaction.

"Nightmare." You gently placed your hand over his and felt your heart racing. There was a slight tremor on your lips as he leaned in and switched on the gentle glow of the lamp. You took in your boyfriend as you blinked to adjust to the light. The way his eyebrows furrowed and the slight downward tug at the corner of his lips. His captivating dark brown eyes traced every expression on your face.

"You wanna talk about it?" Your eyes darted to his as you opened your mouth. When nothing came out, you felt the sudden urge to cry as you looked down at your hands and closed your mouth. 

Did you want to talk about it? 

You did, but the thought of how he would react ate you up. It made you second-guess yourself.

"No, right now." You said softly, your nails digging into the side of your finger. Derek wanted to push for you to talk to him. He didn't like how you flinched at his touch. He didn't like the haunted, pained, and scared look that hid behind those beautiful eyes. 

"Okay." The only word left his lips as he pulled you to his chest. His hand ran through your hair while the other rubbed your arm. You took in his touch as you licked your lips, pushing those horrid thoughts away. Subconsciously, a hand drifted to your stomach before you pulled back a bit.

"I have a little surprise for you." You said in a nervous tone. He tilted his head slightly as he watched you crawl off the bed. You moved to your bag and shuffled through it before pulling out something. He studied your back, waiting for you to turn around or say something. When you carefully moved towards him, he took your soft steps before the bed dipped next to him. He shifted a bit, giving you more space to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. You hand him the paper as the confusion slowly takes over his features. He looks at the ultrasound, reading your name clearly on the top. 

"You're pregnant." The statement that left his lips seemed more like a question, but you knew better. You looked up at him and gave him a slight nod. You couldn't help but watch as his lips moved, his eyes crinkled, and his cheeks lifted. And then, suddenly, his lips broke out into a huge smile, revealing his pearly white teeth. He was so happy that he pulled you into his lap, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth in your heart. "I'm gonna be a dad," He gave you a quick kiss on the lips, and you couldn't help but smile. You could see the happiness in his eyes and hear the excitement in his voice. "Thank you." You teared up a bit. This man was thanking you. "For giving me this privilege."

"No, amor," You smiled at him. "You don't have to thank me." You grabbed his hand and placed it over your stomach. He looked down in between you, eyeing his hand. He gently moved the hand on your arm and gently pulled up your shirt, revealing your belly. As he placed his hand over it, the warmth of his touch made your heart skip a beat. He lovingly rubbed your belly with his thumb while pressing his forehead against yours. It felt incredibly real now that Derek knew about your pregnancy, and his tender gestures filled you with excitement for the remaining journey of this pregnancy together.

"How long are you?" He glanced up at you.

"14 weeks today." You placed your hand over his and closed your eyes. "I found out when you were working on the terrorist group. I had a hunch after my period didn't come for two months, but I just brushed it off until the morning before you left for work."

"When you threw up." The realization dawned upon him. He remembered that day. He had watched as the breakfast you usually would have eaten seemed to make you sick as you rushed to the bathroom. He could hear how you employed your stomach before he got there, and you just brushed it off as a bug. He didn't seem to push it as it was a valid understanding. He hadn't thought that because of the lack of protection used 14 weeks ago, it would have been the cause of your sickness. "You told me you went to see your doctor." 

"Well, she had me pee in a cup, and it came back with me being pregnant." You shifted on his lap, and Derek knew you were feeling nervous. "I didn't see my OB/GYN until a couple of days before we left for your mom's. When she confirmed it again and provided me with the ultrasound photos, I didn't know how to tell you or how you'd react. I figured it would have been cute to break the news to you and your momma on her birthday." He let out a small chuckle.

"My momma would have loved that." He moved to lean back on the wall as he pulled you with him. You rested your face on his shoulder as you felt him rub your back. "Does she know?"

"I might have accidentally spilled it after you had been arrested." You felt how his hand stopped for a bit as he apologized. "Cariño, it wasn't your fault." You turned to kiss the side of his neck. "But your momma and sisters have been taking care of me. Your momma is happy about it, trust me, and I'm sure your sisters can't wait to be an aunt." He let out an amused breath through his nose as he kissed your shoulder. You didn't bother moving as you felt yourself yawn. Derek kept what he was doing as he asked you questions, and you did your best to respond. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep on him, and Derek didn't move you. He gently picked up the ultrasound photo, allowing his finger to trace over the precious image of the baby. A warm smile adorned his face, causing a slight ache in his cheeks. It was unbelievable to him that a little human was growing inside you, and it was a remarkable feeling knowing he had contributed to this miracle. A small part of him couldn't help but wonder why he didn't notice earlier. He thought he would have picked up on the subtle signs as a profiler. He reminisced about the times when you had sudden mood swings, appeared more sensitive, or even seemed more tired than usual. At the time, he attributed it to your demanding job and ongoing education, especially since you only recently graduated about four months ago.

~~~~~~~~~

You were walking hand in hand with Derek as we attended the funeral of Damien Walters. It was a beautiful and intimate gathering. I couldn't help but notice how much Damien's mom appreciated Derek's presence as she thanked him before she left. "James," Derek called out to the boy walking away, and the boy turned around to look at us. Derek gently pulled you along as he walked over to where James was at. He released your hand and warmly embraced James, giving him a friendly pat on the back. You could sense James's gaze shifting towards you as they pulled back from the hug. "I want to introduce you to my girl." Derek held his hand out for you. You kindly offered a gentle smile while reaching for Derek's hand. "Y/n, this is James."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, James." You held your free hand out to him. "Derek has told me so much about you. Said that you were going to go big in football." You could see that your praise flustered him a bit as he shifted in his spot. 

"You're the one Derek doesn't seem to get tired of talking about." He gave you a friendly smile before reaching out to shake your hand. You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when you glanced at your boyfriend, finding it quite amusing as he jokingly rolled his eyes.

"Why you out here telling her my secret, man?" Derek joked as he gave James a slight nudge. "But ain't no shame in my game to talk about my goddess." Derek was a cheeky man who knew how to sway a girl's heart. James cracked a smile, and you felt the warmth across your neck as a smile tugged at your lips. 

"You headin' out today?"  His eyes drifted to Derek's team, who lingered in the back, talking to Derek's family. 

"I'm sure Derek would like to stay a little longer, but we have an important appointment tomorrow that I can't miss." You couldn't help but place a hand on your stomach, feeling the pure excitement inside you. With his reassuring grip, Derek shared in your anticipation as you prepared for the upcoming appointment with your OB. You noticed James looking at your hand resting on your bump, his eyes shifting to meet yours and Derek's.

"Congratulations." A hint of curiosity sparked as you looked into his eyes, and your smile almost wavered. It seemed that a tinge of jealousy lingered in his demeanor, and you couldn't help but understand why. Derek had often brought up James and his ongoing struggles in our conversations. Suddenly, Derek's name was called out from behind us, indicating that the team was preparing to depart.

"James." You reached out and lightly touched the boy's arm while giving Derek a look. He seemed to grasp that you wished to chat privately with the boy, so he quickly kissed your lips. After saying goodbye to James, he respectfully left the two of you to chat privately. "Derek is very fond of you," You looked back at the boy and smiled at him. "And I can tell you're a good kid gonna go places." You chewed the inside of your cheek, not wanting to burden James with what you were about to say. "I know I'll be seeing you around a lot when we come by, so I hope you know that if you ever need anything," You pulled out a piece of paper, "Give me a call. I'll lend an ear if you ever need someone to talk to or if you ever need anything." He looked at the piece of paper in your hand before he hesitantly took it from you. He just stared at it in his hands. You didn't even think of your next move as you pulled him into a hug and kissed his temple in a caring manner. "Cuídate (take care of yourself)." You gently touched his arm and then pulled away, saying, "Take care of yourself, and remember, don't hesitate to reach out." You noticed a subtle hint of emotion in his eyes as you glanced at him. Surprisingly, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, embracing you while pressing his face against your neck. You felt a tremor in his breath, and in response, you smiled warmly and hugged him back, swaying together as you leaned your head against his.

"Thank you." He mumbled as he sniffled and pulled back. With a final smile, you bid him farewell and returned to where Derek patiently awaited. The grateful expression in his eyes was unmistakable as he gently took your hand and pressed it against his lips.

~~~~~~~~~

Derek held your hand as he watched the screen with anticipation. With a tender gesture, he pressed his lips against the back of your hand as your OB pressed a few buttons. "That it is." As the doctor found the perfect angle, you couldn't help but watch the baby's movement with anticipation. "It's a healthy baby," she said, clicking a few more buttons. A smile instantly lit up your face, and the room seemed to resonate with the rhythmic beat of the baby's heart. Glancing at Derek, your heart swelled with joy as you noticed his wide grin and his eyes sparkling with happiness. With a chuckle, he leaned over to give you a gentle kiss. "Ten fingers and ten toes." You couldn't help the soft laugh that left your lips.

"Can I get two more copies?" You asked your doctor as she whipped down the gel on your skin. She offered you a smile and nodded.

"Of course." You pulled our shirt down and moved to sit up. "Anything for my favorite couple." Your OB had always expressed how she loved the relationship you and Derek shared, and she never fails to comment on how you two are her favorite couple.  As she printed the copies out, she glanced over at you. "I'll see you in two weeks, and then we will go for four weeks." 

"Thank you." She handed you the three copies of the ultrasound before leaving the two of you. Derek took one of the copies and traced over the image of the baby. You couldn't help but watch him with a sense of fondness. "Ready to schedule the rest?" As you looked up, he greeted you warmly with a constant smile and offered assistance to help you off. Together, you walked out of the room, and Derek kindly wrapped his arms around you as you approached the receptionist. With a smile, you independently scheduled the following two appointments while Derek was there to support and go along with whatever worked for you. It was endearing how he lovingly caressed your stomach or kissed your cheeks, even though it initially embarrassed you. However, he didn't seem to mind as the girls at the front desk expressed their admiration for your relationship. "You want to do this right now?" You asked him as he took you into the Quantico building. He insisted on telling the team, and you couldn't tell him no. You took a photo of the ultrasound and sent it over to James, who had been excited to see a photo. Since the day you left Chicago, he had kept in touch.

"I'm sure." The elevator door opened, and you followed him. When the team noticed the both of you, they all looked confused except one with a knowing look. Reid couldn't help but suppress a smile as the team warmly gathered around you once you entered the bullpen. To set the tone, he casually pressed a button on the phone sitting on his desk.

"Hello?" Penelope's voice came from the other end.

"Baby girl, how quickly can you get to my desk." You sat on his chair as he placed a hand on our shoulder. "I got a surprise-" A click cut Derek off before he could finish, and not soon after, you could hear the coming through as you fought off a smile. You looked over your shoulder and watched the blonde rush over, ignoring Derek as she hugged you first. "Am I invisible?" Derek mumbled, amused as you hugged her.

"I see you all the time," She ignored him as she pulled back, a smile on her lips. "Y/n, on the other hand, is hogged by you, and you never bring her around." You chuckled, amused with their bickering. "Now, what's the surprise?" 

"We're expecting." You could barely contain your excitement as it spilled out of your lips. After a brief silence, Garcia couldn't help but squeal and pulled you into another hug. JJ and Emily then joined you as Derek handed them the ultrasound photo, and they sincerely congratulated you. 

"I already knew." Reid sounded proud as he moved over to look at the photo. Derek raised an eyebrow as he glanced at him. "I found out when we were in Chicago. I connected the dots of her outburst and with the way she looked sick when-"

"Alright, Mr. know-it-all." You scoffed as you stood up. 

"What's going on here?" You looked up and saw Hotch with Gideon behind him. 

"Derek’s gonna be a dad.” Emily handed Hotch the ultrasound photo. Gideon stood beside him, a slight pull of the corner of his lips.

“How far?” Hotch looked at you, a rare smile on his lips.

“14 weeks.” As you sat there, a gentle hand rested on your stomach, and you couldn't help but smile warmly as Penelope excitedly admired the adorable bump that was starting to show.

“Congratulations.” Hotch handed the photo back to Derek. 

[pupyuj]

omg pls stepcest with dom!yves (no gp) 🙏

ack, first ask and it's for one of my moon girls 🥺🥺

[cw: smut, stepcest, somnophilia, dubcon, bit of an age gap (not rlly implied nor is it important) but both are adults ofc.]

this is a bit self-indulgent but.. i'm thinking of something along the lines of having been 'family' for a year or two now, and you and yves are pretty close despite your differences. she's always been a bit reserved and cool around you, but she was also very, very sweet and affectionate. she often invites herself into your room, which you don't mind of course, and offers to do your makeup for you when you have somewhere to go, and you let her bcs yves' hands are so gentle :( and you like the feeling of having her so close, as well as seeing the satisfied smile on her face when you open your eyes :((

some people might say that the two of you are a bit too comfortable with each other what with yves always having an arm around your waist, or her face too close to yours, or the way she caresses your thigh whenever she's driving and you're on the passenger seat. you don't pay any mind to any of it though, because you loved your sister and you felt safe with her. but then things get weirder one night when yves comes home late from work stressed, and there was only one way she knew how to blow off that steam 🫣

to yves' luck, you were sleeping in her room that night bcs she has been gone all day, and you thought that being close to things that smelled like her would make you feel less lonely :(( yves climbing into the bed and immediately her hands are all over you :((( she's kissing your back, burying her face in your hair bcs your scent soothes her, and then sneaking her hands underneath your shirt and squeezing your breasts,,, her cold hands stir you awake, but you can't really comprehend what was happening yet so she lulls you back to sleep... thinking that you were safe and it was just your big sister cuddling you, you nearly fall back asleep.. until she slips a hand inside your shorts 😣😣

you were so exhausted, having been busy from work that day as well, so you couldn't really do anything to fight against yves even if you wanted to. but you were whining while she circled your clit, and you weakly tried to push her hand away but yves was persistent — she needed you, and she was going to get whatever she wants..

"just relax, baby. let me take care of you," she whispers as she slowly climbs on top of you, trapping you in between her and the mattress. she pulls your shorts and panties off easily, and she absolutely loves the sight of your pussy all wet for her even though you were half-asleep. then she's kissing your neck, leaving marks all over your skin and claiming what's always been hers.. again, you were whining at everything she was doing but made no effort to push her away...

"unnie.. stop..." you were saying while yves slowly inserted two fingers inside you. it didn't hurt. in fact, it felt too good, so yves couldn't take your complaints seriously when you were telling her to stop but opening up your legs wider yourself and bucking your hips into her fingers, desperate for her touch.

yves is a wildly unserious woman so i'd imagine she would be teasing you or literally make fun of you while she fingered you.. saying shit like—

"you've always wanted to get fucked by your big sister, right, baby? i've seen the way you've looked at me all these years..."

"you don't like this? even when you're dripping just for me?"

😳 her just burying her face in the crook of your neck while she fingered you, her pace and thrusts relentlessly pounding into your sweet spots. yves loving the way your moans sounded so she's just staring at your face, sometimes kissing you, but mostly she's just smiling, proud at herself for making her beloved little sister feel so good...

reaching your orgasm with a soft, quiet whine and coming down from your high with a whimper, looking up at your big sister while she loomed over you... only having just recovered from climaxing when yves shimmied down to put her face near your cunt, eyes hooded as she lapped up your cum... you'd think she was satisfied with what she's done for the night but no..

thank you for the ask! super excited to be writing for loona soon so keep an eye out for that 👀😚

[omegamusings-writigs]

[hc] Being Omega!Gaara’s Alpha

Originally posted: Aug 07, 2020 Re-posted: Dec 29, 2022

Masterlist

Naruto Masterlist

you met gaara on a mission with team 7

your own team mates were all hospitalized in a past mission so you were sent with kakashi’s team to deal with some bandits at the border to the land of wind

during your fight against sand shinobi, your alpha instincts urged you into taking a kunai for the redheaded omega

gaara is shocked

naruto is pissed at you and starts yelling about ultimate defense

you realize later that it was completely senseless for you to jump in front of gaara, seeing as how he is protected by his sand

you and gaara grow closer during the mission, to the surprise of everyone

after the mission is over, you keep in touch with gaara through letters

you see each other a few times on different missions but when he becomes kazegake, this stops

gaara won’t admit it but he misses seeing you, even if it was a somewhat rare occurrence

it isn’t long into his reign as kazegage, that you start receiving letters of him in which he complains about the council pushing him to finding an alpha

really the council had only brought it up like once that he should consider finding a mate soon but gaara secretly hopes that if you think he is supposed to find an alpha, you might come and claim him

you don’t see this though and actually think the exact opposite, that he is trying to politely let you know that he will be finding an alpha in sunagakure and is trying to break contact

when you learn of him getting kidnapped by the akatsuki however, you go ballistic and follow naruto to save your omega

you break down when you find him dead and as chiyo gives her life for him, you are more than thankful to her

she tells you to grow some balls and confess to him when he’s awake since everyone can smell your distressed alpha scent

you listen to her advise and tell gaara of your feelings as soon as he’s able to comprehend things said to him

as he tells you that he feels the same for you and your scent shifts again, everyone around you is cheering

you move to sunagakure relatively quickly since he, as kazekage, can’t leave and you can’t really keep an alpha from their omega for long

now finally getting into your relationship:

this omega is touch!! starved!!

when he isn’t on duty he needs all them cuddles, always

also, get’s super soft if you tell him what a good omega he is

after you move to sunagakure, he asks you to mark him pretty quickly

blushes the whole time tho

if you become a sand shinobi, he absolutely hates sending you on missions

you already don’t have a lot of time to spend together because of his duties as kazekage and it’s even worse if you’re on missions

so he will prefer if you become an instructor or stop being a shinobi altogether but he won’t stop you from doing what you want because he wants you to be happy

he won’t admit it but he loves seeing you get along with his siblings

generally, he isn’t very vocal about his affections

shows it instead by literally clinging to you when you are alone